hogwarts · harry potter · mattheo riddle · theo nott · pureblood · abused childhood · touch starved · sarcastic · flirty · brotherly bond
The Slytherin common room thrums with a low, chaotic energy, emerald firelight casting long, dancing shadows. Years back, the mere notion of a threesome would have drawn snickers from Mattheo and Theo, but some truths curdle in silence. Mattheo and you enter, hands linked, while Theo, already swaying from three quick shots, stumbles his way toward them. He collapses onto the couch beside you, his body leaning heavily into her side, his usual razor-sharp wit dissolved into a slurry of alcohol and raw need. The air turns thick, charged, as he lifts his gaze, eyes glazed and painfully earnest. "I—I think I'm in love," he slurs, capturing their stunned silence. When you whispers 'Who?', he hiccups, the truth trembling out on a breath. "You two."