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Are you gonna make a part 3 of the lorenzo story?

Which one? The only one that’s kinda a story is the aftermath and I only did one part.

I don’t think I’ll make it an actual fic because it wasn’t meant to be one.

But if you have any requests about Lorenzo (or any of the Slytherin boys) I’ll be happy to do it :)

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Imagine asking nerd!Lorenzo Berkshire for help finding a book in the back of the library…

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You waited three days. Three days of catching him glancing at you from across the lecture hall, from over the rim of his glasses, like he couldn’t help himself. Three days of pretending you didn’t notice, just to watch him squirm.

He was sharp, brilliant even, but nervous, awkward in a way that wasn’t cringey, just… untouched. The kind of boy who blushed when someone brushed past him in a hallway. The kind who probably replayed every conversation in his head three times before bed.

So when you cornered him just outside the Charms classroom, clutching a notepad and asking if he knew where to find a rare book buried in the back archives, he blinked at you like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

“Oh, um—yes. Yes, I think I do. It’s—uh. It’s not on the main shelves anymore, but I’ve used it before. Come on.”

He led you in silence, down two winding staircases, through a set of heavy wooden doors labeled “ARCHIVES.” Dust hung in the air like memory. Everything was quiet down here, the kind of quiet that didn’t just swallow sound, it held it.

He paused in front of a shelf, squinting up at the spines. You stepped close behind him, close enough that your chest brushed his arm when you leaned in.

“I’ve seen you looking,” you said softly.

He froze. You watched his spine straighten. He turned his head toward you, his expression somewhere between panic and disbelief.

You smiled.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I liked it.”

His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t say anything. So you took it a step further, moving in closer until he backed into the shelf behind him. He looked down at you with wide eyes, breath shallow, trapped between wood and want.

“Do you want to kiss me, Lorenzo?” you asked.

There’s a pause, then…

He nodded. Just once. Quick. Like his brain had finally caught up to his body.

So you kissed him.

Slow, teasing lips brushing his with more promise than pressure. You felt the tension in him, every nerve pulled taut. He tasted like coffee. His hands didn’t know where to go at first. One grazed your waist, then pulled back. You reached up, took one of them, and placed it on your hip.

He exhaled like he was trying to ground himself.

You deepened the kiss, pressing your body against his. He made a soft, helpless sound against your mouth, not quite a moan, but close enough to make heat bloom in your stomach.

When you pulled back, your lips were tingling. His glasses were slightly crooked. You liked him even more like that.

You dropped to your knees slowly, deliberately. His breath caught, eyes going wide. You looked up at him, palms dragging along the inside of his thighs. He was already hard, so much so it almost startled you. Like he’d been holding this in for days.

“You ever had someone do this before?” you asked, fingers teasing the front of his pants.

He shook his head. “No. I—um. No.”

You smiled again. “Good. I want to be first.”

Your hands were careful at first, undoing his belt, unzipping him slowly, watching his jaw clench with anticipation. When you freed him, he let out a shaky breath like he couldn’t believe this was happening. He’s bigger than you expected.

You took your time. Let your hands explore first, soft strokes, a gentle squeeze, watching him try not to fall apart from just touch. His fingers curled into the edge of the bookshelf behind him, knuckles turning white.

When your lips brushed him, he made a strangled noise, one that made your thighs press together. You started slow, teasing, mouth warm and wet as you slid down over him, feeling him twitch with every inch.

“F-fuck—” he whispered, head hitting the shelf with a soft thud. “God…”

You glanced up. His brows were furrowed, lips parted, completely undone. All his usual control — gone.

You loved how sensitive he was. How reactive. How grateful. You kept your pace slow, using your tongue, your hand, every action precise. He tried to be quiet, he really did, but the way he gasped your name under his breath told you he was close.

You didn’t stop.

His hips jerked just slightly, like he didn’t mean to. His hand hovered in the air like he didn’t know if he could touch your face. You reached for it, laced your fingers together.

And when he finally came, it was a full-body surrender, like he didn’t know pleasure could take like that. Like you’d rewritten the rules of what his body could feel.

You sat back on your heels, wiping the corner of your mouth, looking up at him with that same wicked smile.

His chest was rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. He looked down at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

He tried to speak, to thank you, maybe, but all that came out was your name.

You stood, leaned in, and kissed his flushed cheek.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered. “I’ll let you return the favor next time.”

I can’t tell if I like Lorenzo being an asshole or this. Also might make an entire AU about this. Open to requests btw!! I need ideas yall

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I need requests 🙏🙏

I will write almost anything

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Imagine Lorenzo Berkshire fingering you in the corridor

Mdni. Public sex

his hand was under your skirt.

“You gonna keep mouthing off, or let me shut you up properly?” he whispered, pressing you against the cold stone wall. His body caged yours, one arm braced above your head, the other buried between your thighs, fingers already dragging through the slick heat he knew he’d find there.

You gasped, but he was faster, his palm clamped over your mouth just as two fingers pushed inside, hard and unforgiving.

“Quiet, sweetheart,” he breathed, lips brushing your ear. “Wouldn’t want Filch catching us, would we?”

The stretch made your knees buckle, his name muffled behind his hand. He worked his fingers in and out like he owned you, thumb circling your clit with cruel precision. Every thrust hit deep, curling just right, and the way he grinned—fuck, like he was proud of how quickly he could ruin you in a corridor—only made it worse.

“God, you’re dripping,” he groaned, grinding the heel of his palm against your cunt while your walls fluttered around his fingers. “You get this wet from fucking my fingers where anyone can see? Pathetic.”

You came with a choked whimper, your body shuddering, eyes squeezed shut, and all the while, Lorenzo never took his eyes off you. Just held you through it, smug and breathless, licking his fingers clean like it was the best dessert he’d ever tasted.

“Next time,” he murmured, leaning close, “you beg me to fuck you properly.”

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Am I dreaming, or did you just kiss me?

Theodore Nott x female reader

Synopsis: A party neither of you wanted to attend. A balcony, a cigarette, and years of tension finally snapping.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), Party setting / mild alcohol use, Smoking (cigarettes), Enemies to lovers / rivals to lovers, Mutual pining, Oral sex (f. receiving), Unprotected sex (Potion as birth control mentioned), Praise kink / dirty talk, Rough sex, making out, banter but it’s playful

A/N: not much of a story just smut. Another attempt at writing smut from me.

The music inside the manor was deafening, bass-heavy and reeking of too many drunk Hogwarts students trying to relive glory days they hadn’t yet earned. You didn’t even know who was throwing the party. All you knew was that your friends had dragged you out of bed, forced a tight dress on you, and poured two Firewhiskeys into your hand before vanishing into the void of sweaty bodies and spilled drinks.

You didn’t like parties.

But you did like the view from the balcony.

And, apparently, so did he.

Theodore Nott was leaning against the stone railing, one hand resting in the pocket of his dark slacks, the other holding a cigarette between two long fingers. The ember glowed softly in the dark, illuminating the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the sleepy tilt of his half-lidded eyes, and the slight curl of smoke escaping his parted lips.

He looked like sin with a pulse.

“Didn’t peg you for the social type,” you said, stepping outside.

He didn’t look at you right away, just took a slow drag and exhaled. The smoke curled between you, and you hated the way you loved the scent of it. Sharp, bitter, and undeniably him.

“Didn’t peg you for the type to wear that dress,” he said, finally glancing sideways.

You raised a brow. “That a compliment or just you being a dick?”

His lips curled around the cigarette. “Why can’t it be both?”

God, he was insufferable.

The two of you had been at odds since third year—always battling for the top spot in every class, always arguing about theories in Arithmancy, always sitting on opposite sides of the room like opposing war generals. It wasn’t hatred. Not really. But it wasn’t friendly, either.

And yet… you always noticed him. The way he mumbled brilliant thoughts under his breath during lectures. The way he smelled like ink and mint and smoke. The way he slouched like he didn’t care but answered every question with quiet confidence.

“Didn’t know you smoked,” you said, sliding closer, bracing your elbows on the stone beside him.

“Didn’t know you noticed me,” he replied, voice smooth and low.

You turned toward him fully, your hip brushing his. “Please. I outscored you last week. Of course I noticed.”

He gave you a crooked smile, the cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. “Only because I let you.”

You scoffed. “Right. I’m sure you wanted to come second.”

Theo’s gaze dropped, lingering on your lips for just a moment too long. “Depends on the context.”

Your breath caught.

The air between you shifted.

He was close now, closer than he’d ever been, and you could see the smoke clinging to his collar, smell the soft spice of whatever cologne he wore beneath it. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, and the way his eyes lingered on you made your skin feel hot despite the cold night air.

“You’re drunk,” you said, even though your own head was buzzing with more than just alcohol.

“Maybe.” He flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette, watching it float down to the garden below. “Maybe I’m just tired of pretending I don’t think about you so much I’m losing my mind”

Your heart stuttered. “That sounded like a confession.”

Theo turned to face you fully, and you could see the flush rising up his neck beneath the moonlight. “Take it however you want.”

You didn’t answer.

You just leaned in, slowly, tentatively, until your mouth was brushing his, soft as a breath, waiting for him to pull away.

He didn’t.

He surged.

Theo’s mouth met yours like a match to dry paper, hot and sudden, the kiss messy and uncoordinated in the best way. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, and you tasted smoke and mint and something darker on his tongue as he groaned into your mouth.

You clutched his hoodie, nails digging into the fabric as his mouth moved over yours like he was starving. The railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was him, his lean body pressing into yours, the hard line of his arousal against your stomach, the way he kissed like he was furious with himself for wanting you this badly.

When he pulled back, eyes glassy and lips swollen, he muttered, “Am I dreaming, or did you just kiss me?”

Your answer was a whisper against his lips, breathless “Do you want me to stop?”

Theo didn’t speak. He just took your hand.

The common room was spinning with sound and light and bodies, but none of it touched you. Not when he was leading you up the stairs, his fingers locked through yours like he didn’t dare let go. The hallways were quieter, darker, and by the time he pushed open the door to his dorm room and shut it behind you with a soft click, it felt like the whole world had narrowed to just this.

He turned to look at you. Just look.

His eyes, stormy and burning at once, drank you in. The dress. The flushed skin. The way you leaned against the door, chest rising and falling in anticipation. His hoodie was still slung over one shoulder, cigarette smell lingering in the cotton. The tension snapped between you again, louder than the music downstairs.

You didn’t speak.

You just moved.

The kiss came fast. Teeth, tongue, hands, urgent in that way that only comes from years of quiet want. Theo shoved his hoodie off and your hands were immediately on the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head. He was lean beneath it, subtle muscle, toned from Quidditch and wiry with tension. You kissed down his neck as your fingers fumbled with his belt, and he let out a low, desperate sound that made your knees weak.

“Fuck—” he muttered when you palmed him through his trousers. “You’re not playing fair.”

“You started it.”

Theo backed you toward his bed, and when the back of your thighs hit the mattress, he pushed you down with a gentle but insistent pressure. He dropped to his knees between your legs and dragged your dress up slowly, kissing the inside of your thighs with maddening patience. His fingers slid up your calves, your thighs, until he reached the edge of your panties, and paused.

He looked up.

“Can I?”

You nodded, breathless.

Theo slid your underwear down with deliberate slowness, his knuckles brushing your skin, his mouth open as he took in the sight of you. Then he leaned in, and the first flick of his tongue against your clit made your hips jerk.

He didn’t stop.

He licked you slow, like he was savouring every second, every moan, every tremble. His tongue moved in soft, lazy circles, then faster, rougher, pressing in with more force as he learned what made you shiver. You were already soaked, and when he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you gasped so loud he groaned against you.

“Fuck, you taste—” he dragged his tongue lower, teasing, then back up. “Even better than I imagined.”

You grabbed his hair, eyes rolling back as he fucked you with his fingers and tongue, coaxing you higher and higher until you were right on the edge, body arched, thighs trembling, mouth falling open.

“Come for me,” he murmured, “Let go. Let me feel it.”

You broke.

Your orgasm slammed through you with a cry, hips bucking, body shaking, and Theo didn’t stop until he’d dragged every last wave from you. Only then did he pull back, mouth glistening, eyes dark and ravenous.

He stood, dragging off his trousers, then his briefs, and you stared, wanting him in a way that made your stomach knot. He was thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip, and when he crawled over you again, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, your whole body sang.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, voice strained.

“I’m on the potion,” you whispered. “I want to feel you.”

Theo groaned and lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your folds. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you until he was fully seated inside.

“Holy—fuck, you’re—so tight,” he rasped, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

You clutched at his back, his hips, needing more. When he started to move, it was slow at first, rolling thrusts that hit deep and low, grinding in a way that made stars bloom behind your eyes.

Then he snapped his hips forward.

You gasped, your nails dragging down his back.

“That good?” he asked, breathless.

“So good—Theo, fuck, please don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He fucked you hard and deep, one hand gripping your thigh and pressing it up so he could get even deeper. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you, and you were so wet, so full, the sounds were obscene.

Theo kissed you again, desperate and messy, his tongue fucking into your mouth the same way he fucked into you. You felt him everywhere, inside and out, all slick heat and tension and hunger.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb dragging over your cheek.

“Been dreaming of this,” he panted, hips slamming into yours. “Dreaming of you. Every fucking night.”

You could barely speak, barely breathe.

“I—I’m gonna—” you tried.

Theo nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. “Come with me.”

He reached between you, rubbed your clit just right, and you shattered—pussy clenching around him, body locking up as pleasure ripped through you. Theo groaned your name, fucked into you a couple more times, then came with a guttural sound, spilling deep inside you.

For a long minute, neither of you moved.

You just lay there, tangled, gasping, your legs still trembling, his cock still inside you.

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Lorenzo Berkshire—The Aftermath

Lorenzo leaves you after hooking up. No smut but they did do it right before this.

You lay there, skin still warm and flushed, the sheets tangled in the aftermath of what had just happened. Lorenzo Berkshire stood at the edge of the bed, already pulling on his clothes, his movements casual, unhurried. The room still carried the heavy scent of sex, and your body hummed from his touch, but that familiar ache was creeping in again.

Lorenzo Berkshire. Bully. Manwhore. And the one man you couldn’t seem to say no to. He was everywhere in your life; classes, friend circles, and now, like clockwork, your bed. He’d taken everything from you just moments ago, but already, you could feel him slipping away.

The warmth of his hands, the way his body had moved against yours, it should have been enough. But it never was. Because you knew, deep down, that the connection ended the moment he pulled on his shirt and zipped up his pants. Soon, he’d be gone, and you’d just be another girl he’d forget about until the next time he needed a release.

“Hey,” his voice broke through the silence, dragging you from your thoughts. “You alright?”

You swallowed hard, trying to push down the frustration building in your chest.

Like you care.

But you didn’t say it. You never did. Instead, you sat up, the sheets falling away from your naked body as you prepared to make your way to the bathroom. “Yeah, I’m good,” you lied, your voice practiced.

You stood, but before you could take another step, his hands were on you again, those hands that had gripped you so tightly, leaving marks across your skin. He turned you back toward him, and for a moment, your breath caught in your throat as you met his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You almost laughed.

Tomorrow? You’ll ignore me until you’re bored again.

But instead, you forced a smile, swallowing the hurt. “Yeah, of course.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was too soft, too gentle. But there was no sweetness in it. All you could taste was the bitter truth, you’d never be his only one.

He pulled back, giving you that familiar smirk. “Well, I’m off, darling.”

And just like that, he was gone. The door clicked shut behind him, and the room was silent once again, save for your breathing.

You made your way to the bathroom, stopping at the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, skin flushed, hair a mess, and the marks, his marks, still fresh on your body. They were the only things you could hold onto. The only proof that for a moment, even if just physically, he was yours.

But no one keeps Lorenzo Berkshire.

Your fingers traced the red imprints of his hands on your hips, the bruises on your neck. They’d fade soon, just like everything else with him. Maybe it was time to stop pretending otherwise. Because Lorenzo wasn’t the only man in the world, right?

Author note: I would love to get any requests. Im open to almost everything. I’m not the greatest at writing smut but I’ve been wanting to practice. So if you have any requests or just anything to say at all feel free too :)

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Lorenzo x indifferent reader

Lorenzo thinks that he can get anyone he wants. What happens when you don’t care?

Lorenzo couldn’t stand it anymore, no matter what he did, you didn’t care. Every girl he flirted with, every girl he hooked up with, his mind wasn’t on them. It was on you. The way you walked past him without a second glance, how you didn’t fall for his smirks or the charm he usually used to get whatever he wanted. It drove him crazy. The other girls would beg for more attention, for another night, but his thoughts would always drift back to you. He’d lie in bed with one of them, their warm bodies next to him, and all he could think was how it wasn’t you, how you weren’t there. It was maddening.

The more you ignored him, the deeper his obsession grew, and he couldn’t shake it. He started showing up where you were, pretending to accidentally bump into you, his mind racing with thoughts about you. What would it take to make you notice him? What would it take to make you want him the way he wanted you? Did you think you were above him? Why won’t you fall for his charm? He’d never been so fixated on someone, and the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you even more. He was used to control, to getting what he wanted. You were the first thing that ever made him feel out of control.

Very much ‘she’s different from other girls’ vibes lmao

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Making out with Blaise 😋

You were straddling Blaise, your knees pressing into the soft mattress as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. The heat between you two was almost suffocating, and his lips moved against yours with an urgency that left no room for doubt. The kiss was demanding, each movement deliberate as if he couldn’t get enough. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his hands slid up to your back, fingers trailing under your shirt just enough to send shivers down your spine.

His chest rose and fell as his lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You slipped your hands under his shirt, fingers brushing the muscles on his back. You felt him tense, a soft groan escaping his lips. He pulled you closer, his hands tightening on your waist, grinding you against him in a way that made your heart race. The world outside him didn’t exist anymore, there was only the press of his body against yours, the taste of his mouth, and the way his touch made everything else fade away.

“God” Blaise muttered against your lips, his voice rough and strained. “You drive me insane.”

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Lorenzo Berkshire is arrogant and cruel. He’s a person who genuinely believes in his superiority over others. Unlike Draco Malfoy, whose terrible behavior is rooted in insecurity, Lorenzo’s actions are born from a deep-seated belief that he’s untouchable. He revels in his toxic behavior, using others as stepping stones to further his own ambitions without a second thought. His romantic relationships are shallow. While he appears charming and kind, it’s all a facade in order to get what he wants and validate his ego. He’ll sweep you off your feet, making you believe he’s the love of your life, but the moment he’s bored, you’re nothing to him. Lorenzo has no qualms about dragging others through the mud to get ahead or for fun.

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Thank you so much I’m glad you liked it!!!

Blaise is one of my favorite boys and i never see much about him so i really wanted to write more for him

Blaise Zabini was never one to hesitate. He had always been confident, assured in his every movement, his every word. But when it came to you, all that certainty seemed to crumble, leaving him uncertain and, for the first time in a long while, vulnerable.

The space between you two was charged with something unspoken, something that neither of you had dared to acknowledge. He had always played it cool, mocking, and distant. Those walls seemed to fall away every time your eyes met. And now, standing in this empty classroom, with your voice rising in frustration, demanding answers, Blaise found himself lost for words.

You had pulled him in here, cornered him, his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do with the growing tension. He couldn’t focus on what you were saying. His gaze was fixed on you, on the way your lips moved, how your eyes flashed with fire. Every part of him screamed to pull away, to fall back into the familiar snarky version of himself—but he couldn’t. Not when it came to you.

Finally, unable to bear the distance anymore, he stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching to touch the side of your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that felt too intimate, too permanent. It was like he was about to do something that would change everything, something irreversible, but he couldn’t. He stopped. He hesitated.

His breath hitched as he tried to push past the fear clawing at him. He was terrified—terrified of losing you, terrified of what would happen if he let go of the walls he’d so carefully built. For once, he didn’t have control.

You could feel the shift in him, the way the air between you two thickened. You wanted to push him, to demand what he was thinking, but instead, you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him.

He’s so underrated but I love him

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Blaise Zabini was never one to hesitate. He had always been confident, assured in his every movement, his every word. But when it came to you, all that certainty seemed to crumble, leaving him uncertain and, for the first time in a long while, vulnerable.

The space between you two was charged with something unspoken, something that neither of you had dared to acknowledge. He had always played it cool, mocking, and distant. Those walls seemed to fall away every time your eyes met. And now, standing in this empty classroom, with your voice rising in frustration, demanding answers, Blaise found himself lost for words.

You had pulled him in here, cornered him, his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do with the growing tension. He couldn’t focus on what you were saying. His gaze was fixed on you, on the way your lips moved, how your eyes flashed with fire. Every part of him screamed to pull away, to fall back into the familiar snarky version of himself—but he couldn’t. Not when it came to you.

Finally, unable to bear the distance anymore, he stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching to touch the side of your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that felt too intimate, too permanent. It was like he was about to do something that would change everything, something irreversible, but he couldn’t. He stopped. He hesitated.

His breath hitched as he tried to push past the fear clawing at him. He was terrified—terrified of losing you, terrified of what would happen if he let go of the walls he’d so carefully built. For once, he didn’t have control.

You could feel the shift in him, the way the air between you two thickened. You wanted to push him, to demand what he was thinking, but instead, you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him.

He’s so underrated but I love him

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Theodore Nott Headcannons

Personality

He is often the quietest in the group. He tends to hang back, observing the dynamics around him without jumping into conversations unnecessarily. While Theodore is extremely intelligent, he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless he finds it necessary to share.

While he adores his friends, he doesn’t necessarily crave attention or constant companionship. He values his alone time, a lot of the time he wants read, or be alone with his thoughts

When Theo makes jokes, it’s often laced with sarcasm. He doesn’t joke around as much as Lorenzo or Mattheo, but when he does, it catches people off-guard.

“Yes, because clearly the universe revolves around your minor inconvenience”

“I’m sure the world will never recover from such an earth-shattering defeat.”

“your ability to state the obvious is truly a gift to humanity. We’re all in awe, really”

Theodore nott is definitely an old soul. He feels older than his age, often seeing life with a maturity a lot of people lack. His home life forced him to grow up faster, and he sometimes has a gloomy side to him because of it.

Theo loves reading, and you’ll often find him with a novel in hand. He uses literature as an escape from the real world and his struggles.

Theo has a smoking habit that he picked up from his father. It gives him something to do when he’s stressed, and he’ll often step outside for a smoke when he needs a break from everything. It’s his way of calming the knot in his chest.

Theo tends to stay up late, especially when he’s overthinking. He’s the type to be awake at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling or smoking on the balcony.

In a relationship

Theodore may not be loud about his affections (out of fear), but he’s deeply protective of those he cares about. If you’re in a relationship with him, you’ll feel a quiet sense of security around him. He’s the type to stay calm during arguments or conflicts, always trying to find a rational solution.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but yelling isn’t going to solve anything. Let’s just talk it out, okay? Tesoro— ”

Of course, he’s not perfect. There’ll be times where Theodore’s words will cut deep, words you may not be able to unhear.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to cater to your ego. Maybe next time get upset over something that actually matters”

Theodore does not participate in PDA. Despite this, Theo is quite affectionate behind closed doors. He’s one for long hugs, soft kisses, and lying in comfortable silence together.

He shows love through actions rather than words. He’ll remember your favorite snack, make sure you’re okay during a bad day, and stay up late listening to your worries. He’ll always be there for you in little ways.

“Wait, you remembered I was out of these?”

“You’ve been running low for a week. Thought you could use a refill.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Of course I did, Amore”

Theo thrives in relationships where he can have deep, meaningful conversations. He loves talking about books, life, the future, and his personal philosophies. He’s not very into small talk or superficiality.

Though typically calm, Theodore has a subtle possessive streak. He won’t throw tantrums or make scenes, but he’ll become more withdrawn and quietly fume while someone flirts with you.

“I’m not worried. I just don’t like sharing”

Because of his past and reserved nature, Theo doesn’t open up easily. It will take a while for him to fully trust someone, but once you’ve gained his trust, he’s all in.

Friendships

Theo and Draco have a respect-based friendship. Draco’s loud and more dominant, but Theo’s calm nature balances him out. Theo doesn’t indulge in Draco’s dramatics or pettiness, which sometimes frustrates Draco. However, Draco relies on Theo’s level-headedness during tense moments.

“This is ridiculous. I can’t believe they’re siding with him over me”

“Getting worked up isn’t going to fix anything”

“Well, I’m not just going to sit back and let them walk all over me”

“No one’s walking over you. But if you want to make things worse, keep shouting”

“…fine. But I’m still angry”

Mattheo brings out Theo’s more reckless side. They share a dark sense of humor and sometimes go on late-night adventures together. Theo enjoys Mattheo’s intensity but also knows when to draw the line when Mattheo goes too far.

“Im sneaking out tonight. You in?”

“As long as it doesn’t end with us locked in the tower again”

“I’ve got it figured out this time”

“I’ll believe it when I’m not running from Filch”

Theo and Blaise have a mutual understanding. Both are more reserved compared to Draco and Mattheo. They often sit in comfortable silence together or gossip about what they’ve observed.

“He practically drooled. Thought he was gonna propose right there.”

“If he keeps that up, he’ll need a restraining order.”

“At least he’ll finally get some attention, I guess.”

Lorenzo, being the more social and humorous one, often tries to get Theo to lighten up. Though Theo finds Lorenzo’s antics mildly annoying at times, he appreciates his carefree spirit. Theo won’t show it, but he enjoys Lorenzo’s ability to make him laugh on bad days.

“You know, if you smiled more, you might actually be fun”

“And if you shut up more, I might actually enjoy your company.”

“you know you love me.”

“I tolerate you. Big difference.”

Author note: Hello everyone!! This is my first time posting on tumblr. I hope you enjoyed this :)

I’m contemplating posting a NFSW version but I’m not very good at writing smut lmao