theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood wizard · stressed · anxious · vulnerable · possessive · comfort · smoking · romance
The common room fire sputters low, painting long, trembling shadows across the faded velvet sofas. You’re stretched out on the cushions, eyes closed, the distant murmur of the castle settling into a soft, steady hum. A familiar scent drifts closer—cedar and cigarette smoke—before a sudden, heavy weight collapses onto you. Your eyes fly open. Theodore Nott is draped over you, his face buried deep in the hollow of your neck, his shoulders trembling. His voice cracks against your skin, a raw, shattered whisper. “I need you. Just… hold on to me.”