The Devils Command. Theodore Nott X Reader

the devil’s command. theodore nott x reader

the story of persephone; the sweet daughter of goddess demeter who was kidnapped by hades and later became the queen of the underworld. heartbreak; (of a person) suffering from overwhelming distress; very upset.

you never trusted draco nor was he ever someone you considered to be there for until you found yourself in the same boat as him.

it was a different kind of hell. the voices in your head and the faltering of your skin, changing from its usual full of life in color to a dead variation, and the nightmares.

four days previous to your dismay, you had made the unbreakable vow to the platinum blonde boy you sat across from right in that moment.

unwillingly, your hand had been joined with his while both your families and the dark lord himself watched.

unwilling was slightly false with the willingness you had shown the moment narcissa had asked you hesitantly to join draco in the vow after the boy had revealed you knew of everything, discovering you listening in on snape and his own discussion of the dark lord.

unwilling, as you had known it was wrong the moment you had gripped draco’s forearm and he gripped yours, snape preforming the spell that slowly began to connect the two of you.

you felt your true self slip away with each ‘yes’ and ‘i do’ you mumbled. your eyes had begun to feed your cheeks silent tears to the thought of what you had gotten yourself into, what you would soon become for the purpose of he who will not be named.

the man, no, the devil who had shook your hand, welcoming you to the worst days of your life.

°•

you only thought of him. you spoke to no one, not even draco. you didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, and when you did, it was always of the dark lord who woke you back up. you wished for mercy against all things that took toll on your mind and body, but you received none.

it took theo a day to figure something wrong of you. he hadn’t seen nor heard from you the whole day and neither had the rest of your friends. it wasn’t until draco revealed you may had been in the astronomy tower did something very strange dawn upon theo.

draco didn’t care for you. he almost didn’t want anything to do with you and you yourself never really got to the warming up part of the relationship with draco. so the fact that draco knew where you were out of all other people you had a closer relationship with, was concerning.

when theo reached you, his hand gently grabbed the back of your neck as you continued to gaze out to the storm that begun to swell out all around hogwarts, your eyes then squeezing together as theo continued to rub the side of your neck with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ve been looking for you all day.”

you couldn’t bare to face him. you were screwed, knowing damn well he’d always find you no matter where you went or what you did. he was like magnet, connect at heart with you.

“what’s going on in your mind, dovie,” he dipped his head low to come closer to yours, pressing his lips close to the crest of your ear as you kept quiet, squinting at the dark clouds.

you knew if you opened your mouth it’d all spill out, everything.

“tell me what you’re thinking about, baby,” he then held your chin, tipping it to the side so you could see him better even as he was behind you.

he was playing the patient game well with his arms easing around you. he was always patient, completely understanding and upmost adoring with you, something he often got made fun of for by the rest of your group but he couldn’t care less.

“baby-“

“theo,” you turned abruptly, now facing and looking up at your concerned boyfriend. “i cant do this.”

“do what, darling,” he laid his hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as you swallowed harshly, feeling tears beginning to brim your eyes.

you loved theo. you didn’t want to hurt him. he was everything to you but you knew you had to end it with him if you were going to continue to stay alive.

“us, theo,” you almost whined, “we have to breakup.”

°•

“what’d you do to my girlfriend, malfoy?”

theo had marched into the slytherin common room, anger seeping from every pore as he had his eyes set right on draco who sat next to pansy, both lowly holding a conversation.

pansy had never seen theo so angry, his jaw clenched and eyes dark with hurt pouring from the center of his pupils. he was never one who tended to let his anger get the better of him but rather stay silent and wait for outcome. he rarely got angry at all.

but something had changed in you. you no longer had those innocent filled eyes he adored and that full happy content smile you always had on. you always had a glow to you. you were his girl, someone he always wanted to hold and protect, but something happened, something he wasn’t there for and resonated with draco.

he found that a very a valid reason to get angry.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” draco spat quietly with his palms rubbing together. he hadn’t looked up to theo who was now storming over to him, his knuckles turning white before leaning close and over the boy.

“something has happened. my happy little girlfriend is no longer happy, draco, she looks like she wants to kill herself and i have no idea why but i know you have something to do with it,” theo continued to lean over draco, his voice low and so angry that he was seething. “what the fuck did you do to her?”

“i didn’t do anything-“

“bullshit.”

pansy slowly leaned away on the black leathered couch, beginning to fear of what theo would do. he hadn’t been the only one to notice the significant difference between you and draco. she saw less of you and draco, but draco was still physically present, just mentally absent. his usual bickering had ceased and he no longer found the energy to complain or eat.

“you did something,” theo gripped his collar now, yelling and almost yanking him to his feet, “you fucking did something. what did you do? what the fuck did you do to her?”

he felt a pair of arms grip around him, pulling him away as he continued to swear and yell at draco. he repeated the question, never feeling so angry until then, thinking of your weak self, weeping, and hiccuping as you tried to break it off from him.

“theodore, let go of him!” blaise yanked and yanked after approaching the situation, hearing all the yelling from his room, but theo kept his grip, now practically screaming, drawing more attention.

“that’s my fucking girlfriend, my fucking y/n! what’d you do?”

mattheo and enzo rushed, one grabbing draco while the other grabbed theodore, trying to pry them apart from each other. and then in five seconds they had theodore on the ground, blaise pinning him still as he tried to wiggle from his grip.

“calm down, nott, calm down!”

theo continued to struggle against blaise’s grip but had then kept his mouth shut, a great amount of grief overcoming him.

“what’s going on?” lorenzo looked between everyone in the room, “huh?”

“theodore practically jumped draco,” pansy spoke fast, looking between the boys.

“he didn’t jump on me,” draco muttered, “only yanked me.”

“yeah okay, but what happened,” mattheo was already tired of their in between bullshit. he would leave if he didn’t get answers soon. “what is going on?”

“he did something to y/n,” theo whispered, now staring at the high rise dark ceilings. blaise’s gripped loosened and he begun to straighten back up slowly.

draco stayed silent as they all looked to him, his gaze falling short, now not denying theo’s claim.

“well, did you?”

draco stayed silent.

“did you?” mattheo’s voice became stern, his stare on draco harsh as they still stared at him until he finally broke.

“she made the unbreakable vow,” his elbows were on his knees as he mumbled lowly, regret immediately causing him to put his eyes on the carpeted floor.

“what’d she swear to,” theo sat up quickly, eyeing draco but he continued to advert his gaze. “what did she swear to, draco?”

it’s silent till draco inhaled sharply, “only to keep my secret.” 

blaise glanced at mattheo who shared the same look of confusion as silence once again took over them. theo didn’t want to even know as he stood slowly, running a hand across his face. he begun to walk away, to exit the common room until draco called out once more.

“i’m not the only one she made the vow with,” his voice was even lower, hesitant and he sounded as if he was about to be sick. “she joined in hand with he who will not be named, promising her life to him, promising to obey every command of his. he owns her now.”

“draco, how do you know of all this?”

“he’s a death eater now,” mattheo looked to pansy and the rest of them that surround draco, all slightly shocked with their jaws going slack and eyes lightening.

“can’t you die from saying this, draco,” pansy whispered before mattheo quickly spoke, his eyes going distant.

“it wasn’t his vow, it was theirs. he only dies if draco made one with.. he who will not be named.”

“i fucking knew it,” theo gritted his teeth, marching right back over to the boy, “you hated her so much, you just had to ruin her life right with yours.”

“i never wanted to hurt her,” draco finally stood, “she’s the one who took the vow even after i told her not to.”

“was this before or after the two of you were practically bound for life?”

“it’s not my fault.”

“you ruined her life!”

“it was her decision!”

theo felt very overwhelmed. his mind racing fast as it finally dawned upon him that you had practically sacrificed yourself to the dark lord. it pained him to think of what you were possibly going through, with him in your head every second of the day, no longer having a life.

he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make sure you knew you were safe with him. he wanted to promise you things he knew he probably couldn’t keep, what he still wanted to reassure you that you were safe with him.

but no longer could you feel safe no matter what anyone said or did.

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the older boy, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: omg slater finally uploaded 😮

part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs. 

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

°•

it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home. 

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you. 

eli.  

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night. 

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself. 

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was. 

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face. 

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car. 

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination. 

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy. 

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them. 

because he wanted to fuck you. 

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made. 

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew. 

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on. 

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do. 

but you really wondered. 

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.” 

wow, really? 

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent. 

fuck. 

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad. 

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about. 

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s. 

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him. 

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard. 

“anytime, princess.” 

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