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Draped in Devotion

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theo always acts like it’s an inconvenience. The way his sweaters disappear into the abyss of your wardrobe, but when you walk into a crowded room wearing something that still carries his scent, his patience stretches thin, because everyone can see what he already knows. You’re his, and you always will be.

Theodore Nott had never been one for loud proclamations of affection. His love was quiet—woven into fleeting touches, stolen glances, the way he always positioned himself between you and potential danger, even if that “danger” was just Malfoy’s sharp tongue or an overeager Ravenclaw looking at you for a bit too long.

His love was also threaded into the fabric of every sweater and shirt that you stole from him.

Or, rather, that he let you steal.

Theo liked to pretend it annoyed him—huffing when you walked into his dorm wearing one of his favorite jumpers, grumbling under his breath about how he’d never see it again. But deep down, he liked it.

No, he loved it.

He loved seeing you wrapped in something that smelled like him, the sleeves always too long, the collar slightly stretched because you’d tug at it absentmindedly. He loved how his clothes clung to you in ways that were so entirely different from how they fit him, how they told the world in a thousand unspoken ways that you belonged to him.

And yet, he still put up the act—because it made you smirk, made you tease him, made you kiss him sweetly as if you were thanking him for something he hadn’t even protested in the first place.

It started on a cold winter evening in the Slytherin dorms.

Snow had blanketed the castle grounds, and the fire in the common room was flickering lazily, casting warm golden light against the emerald-draped walls. You were curled up on Theo’s bed, wearing your own uniform, shivering slightly despite the thick blankets.

Theo, who had been reading beside you, let out a long, exasperated sigh before tugging off the sweater he was wearing. He tossed it at you, expression flat but eyes gleaming with something warmer than the firelight.

"Take it," he muttered, feigning reluctance. "If you’re going to steal my things, you might as well do it while I’m watching."

You had grinned, tugging it over your head, inhaling deeply at the scent of him. "Oh, I’m definitely keeping this one."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled you into his side, fingers playing with the hem of the sweater as if memorizing the sight of it on you.

It became a habit after that.

Every time you stayed in his dorm after late-night study sessions, every time you dragged him away from his potions homework just to lie on his bed and talk, every time you snuck into his room under the guise of “forgetting something”—you left with something of his.

It was almost a game, at first.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Theo realized that he looked forward to it. That on mornings when he walked into the Great Hall and saw you sitting there, sipping your tea, wearing his sweater, something settled in his chest.

Possessiveness wasn’t the right word for it. It was something deeper than that.

It was his. You were his.

And no one could miss it when you walked through the halls wrapped in pieces of him.

One morning, after a particularly long night spent in his dormitory, you slid into your usual seat at the Slytherin table, still half-asleep.

You were wearing his deep emerald sweater again—the same one he had given you weeks ago, the same one you’d never returned.

The moment you entered, eyes flickered toward you, lingering for a beat too long. The realization hit slowly, like a flame catching onto parchment—the Slytherins knew exactly whose sweater that was.

And so did Theo.

He had been pouring himself tea when you sat down beside him, but the moment his gaze landed on you, his hand stilled. His jaw tensed, lips pressing together as he let his eyes drag over the familiar fabric draped over your frame.

You could see it—the way his grip tightened around the handle of his cup, the flicker of something dark in his gaze.

Draco, who had been lounging across from you, smirked. "You’re doing it on purpose now, aren’t you?"

You feigned innocence, tearing off a piece of toast. "Doing what?"

"Parading around in his clothes like a bloody banner," Blaise chimed in, sipping his coffee. "You do realize half the idiots in this school were holding onto the delusion that they had a shot with you, right?"

Theo still hadn’t said anything. He was watching you, waiting.

So you turned to him, tilting your head slightly. "Is there a problem, Nott?"

He exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his tea down with a little more force than necessary. Then, he leaned in close, voice dropping just for you.

"You don’t ask for them anymore," he murmured.

Your lips twitched. "Do I need to?"

His fingers brushed against the hem of the sweater where it rested against your thigh. His touch was light, barely there, but you felt it like a brand.

"You could at least pretend to give them back."

You grinned, reaching for your own tea. "And deprive you of the pleasure of seeing me in them? I wouldn’t dream of it."

Theo let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. But when he sat back, his arm stretched out behind you, his fingers resting lightly against the curve of your hip.

And that was it. No grand declarations. No loud possessiveness.

Just a touch. Just a look.

But it was enough.

Later that evening, you found yourself back in his dormitory, curled up against his chest as the winter wind howled outside the window. The sweater was still draped over you, and Theo’s fingers traced along the hem absentmindedly, his touch warm against your skin.

"You never actually get mad when I take them," you mused, shifting slightly so you could look up at him.

Theo sighed, carding a hand through his hair. "You do take them often."

"You give them to me," you corrected.

He didn’t argue. Instead, his fingers slid under the fabric, ghosting along your bare skin.

"You could just ask me for them," he murmured. "I’d give you anything you wanted."

Your breath hitched. He always said things like that—effortless, unguarded truths that made your heart stutter.

"Where’s the fun in that?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

He made a low noise of amusement, his lips brushing against your temple. "Just promise me one thing."

You hummed, nuzzling against him. "What’s that?"

His hand splayed against your back, holding you closer. "If you’re going to keep stealing my sweaters," he murmured, "just make sure I get to see you in them."

Your lips curled as you tangled your fingers with his. "Always."

Theo sighed, but there was no exasperation in it this time—just quiet, content surrender.

Because you weren’t just wearing his sweaters.

You were wearing him.

Some of you don’t even need media literacy you just need to know that a negative gut reaction doesn’t mean something is always incorrect or bad.

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

james worshipping regulus will always be my favourite jegulus dynamic. James buying everything regulus wants, driving him everywhere, but especially fucking him whenever regulus wants it. All that regulus needs to say is a whiny "Jamie please," and james is absolute putty in the palm of his hand.

age gap jegulus with james absolutely PINING after sirius’s little brother who decided to reconnect with sirius when he moved out. regulus has a boyfriend who clearly doesn’t know how to please him, and james is just fuming because he knows he can treat him so much better. “he probably doesn’t even know how to make you feel good, does he?” and regulus realizes he is SO fucked.

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

rosiers have an immense acquarium at their maison. with like many esotic fishes, pandora and evan loves them.

Am I annoying? Yes

Do I give a fuck? Also yes I really am sorry about me all the time

Walburga: this Potter boy not only seduced Sirius, but also kidnapped him! Regulus: mother, what disgusting things are you saying Regulus: Sirius is not in a romantic relationship with Potter Regulus: I am

AU where Regulus’ karma is having a son who happens to be the carbon copy of Sirius.

p.1 | p.2 | p.3

pining...... so much pining.........

this is amazing wtf

jegulus fic where james is a youtuber/streamer who does all sorts of pretty crazy pranks and people ADORE him because he's totally shameless.

one day he gets dared to crash a wedding and oppose it, pretending to be in love with either the groom or the bride.

and even though his editor (and bestest friend) remus told him that that's fucking insane, james still chose to do it bc he's a menace. but he does promise to cut it all off if things get messy.

james gets everything ready and, after stalking some of his old school classmates, he finds that one of them is attending a wedding (it's mulciber, who james remembers to despise back then, so it's a win-win situation), which means his plan is all set.

by fate, and fate only, this wedding is regulus' and some girl's his parents chose for him (and mulciber was invited bc his family is very close to the black's)

and obviously, this is a clear forced marriage, regulus would rather kill himself than marry a girl, he's as gay as they come.

[for sake of the plot, sirius and james don't know each other at all, didn't go to school together either, and sirius didn't run away and is also livid with his parents for marrying reg off, but there wasn't anything he could do]

so! prank day, james is live the moment he, very dramatically, stands up and proclaims his love for this.... regulus guy, and how he knows he promised to not come but he just couldn't handle the thought of the love of his life being married to someone else (his followers thought he was going to claim to love the bride, but james found the groom way too cute and he just couldn't hold himself back, he's just a guy)

the 30 seconds of pure silence and shock that follow are almost enough to make james break character and start laughing like crazy.

regulus, who's flabbergasted by the way, knows immediately that it's a prank. however, this might as well be a sign of the gods, because, what are the chances that this (very handsome) random man, chose HIS wedding out of all, and targeted HIM to be the one he "loves"? way to many coincidences.

also, did he mention the dude is unbelievably fit?

he makes a choice right there.

using all his acting abilities, he makes a whole scene tearing up and running to him. it's so well done, james for a second believes they are actual lovers.

hell breaks at that moment, walburga goes absolutely nuts along with orion and their side of the family. the bride's family start a fight, and between the commotion regulus sees his brother laughing maniacally after their mother yells at regulus to stop playing games or he will get disowned.

james, who thinks that this is now along the lines of things getting messy, is about to announce it's all a prank, when regulus sees right through him, panics, and just whispers "im going to kiss you now, sorry" before snogging the life out of him.

remus, who's the camera guy, cuts the live right there.

james, oh james, he doesn't quite hear the screech walburga lets out because this backfired so bad, but jesus chirst can this regulus kiss. this is love at first sight. love at first prank, if you may.

regulus knowing stuff is about to get bad, just grabs james' hand and runs for it. james just follows, he's dizzy. remus also follows because he's NOT getting involved in all that, he's actually quitting james.

sirius follows too, if his little brother is finally disowned, there's no reason to stay, thank you very much.

anyways, this whole idea was just because i want james followers to see his channel thumbnails going:

CRASHING A RANDOM WEDDING 💍 PRANK #56

to

how i met the love of my life ; Q&A

and

REG AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED (im sealing all entries so no-one can crash it) — VLOG

bye

"james ally potter this" and that and wtv let me tell u sum fr james is so internally homophobic it makes me sick hes gotta be the supportive friend yk, that's what he's known for, but deep down, it thinks its all wrong, when remus tells james's he's gay, james's acts like nothings wrong but everything is, he questions their friendship and whatnot, but he feels guilty, then, just when he tells himself hes going to talk to sirius about his feelings, wolfstar is dropped, now james has to be the supportive bestfriend, sirius had endured so much, he needs som1 he can rely on james doesnt know why he specefically hates wolftstar, he's been okay w same sex couples but wolfstar bothers him, he realizes years later he'd been crushing on them both at the same time, but bc of his internal struggles, he never realized it cue barty, bc im a sunkiller fan, james wants him so bad but it feels so wrong, so he suppresses his desires, then, one fine morning, barty reveals hes trans and james's thought process is "im in love w girl techniqually" and suddenly its not so wrong to kiss barty anymore, he'll try to be the man in their relationship but at the end of the day, barty's a boy and james has to learn to accept that, but he cant thankfully barty becomes a evil deather eater blah blah blah so james has an excuse to break up w him, but hes still painfully inlove, so he marries lily who deserves sm better than james (maybe she has a secret relationship with pandora but james doesnt need to know that...) and now, james has to be unhappy in his marriage, in love w blood supremist death eater and watch wolftstar have a happy life, thankfully peter has always looked out for james and ruins everything thank you for coming to my ted talk

James: Reg, darling, love of my life, I’m begging you, please go see Madame Pomfrey. Pretty please? For me?

Regulus: I’m sorry, is this our stab wound??

– A Brief for the Defense, Jack Gilbert

if they ever try to ban tumblr i’m killing everyone and then myself

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

Had a dream this morning that Archive of our Own had a Random button which would simply take you to a random fanfic, like Wikipedia has. (AO3 does not appear to really have this, I checked and couldn't find one, but I kinda wish they did.) Someone had started a game where whatever fic you got, that was your new fandom, which is very fun! I would love this meme in real life.

The problem came in where so many people used the button that it broke and just started sending everyone to Stealing Harry, and like...I have fond memories of Stealing Harry but it's not my best work and nobody should be assigned to be a Harry Potter fan in this day and age.

So I decide to go off and find Astolat and demand she fix this but when I finally did (there was a whole quest) she turned to me like the baddie in a horror flick and said, "But that's the most random story there is" in a dark voice and I was terrified and woke up.

In the cold light of day I know there are more random stories by me on the archive, let alone by others, but I'm not going to try to get back there to argue my case. Pretty sure whatever I spoke to was actually the demon specifically assigned to plague fandom and not Astolat at all.

I'd say "get thee behind me, demon" but I know just how many porny fics on AO3 begin with that premise. (I've written some.) Begone foul spirit, and take your Satanic Panic with you!

normal people need food, water and oxygen to survive but i need rosekiller to survive

How to explain jurdan to a neophyte:

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's James thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because no one knew about their relationship

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Sirius thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he's supposed to hate him, even though he doesn't

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Pandora thinking she's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping her sadness a secret because the world hated her best friend, but she never stopped loving him

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Barty thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he hasn't been able to speak a word since Evan died last spring

dare i say the black brothers? could work either way as well

excerpt from Antigone by Jean Anouilh (trans. Lewis Galantiere)

i just got into jegulus recently and i find it SO FUNNY when i’m reading AHB now and the notes at the beginning are like “so the new chapter of choices came out and i’ve been crying over it”….

i feel so sad i haven’t been there when it was all coming out but it’s so COOL to see that my top authors have read each other’s works and updated on it idk it’s like seeing an easter egg in a movie

the one that got away by katy perry except it’s ahb! james and ahb! reg

RIP James Potter you would’ve started barking when you saw the Timothee Chalamet Rolling Stone pictures

"'i love you. i have always love you.' that sentence wasn't grammatically correct. but it was right. because saying loved just felt wrong."

- something i wrote recently

do you have any 70s wolfstar fics to recommend? (beside the big ones like tcoptp, atyd, highway 90, etc)

I tried my best to find a wide assortment (70s ones are always harder to find for some reason)

1 - dead wizards society by bebopmoony has wolfstar and jily (70s magical at hogwarts with dead poets society elements)

2 - Of Moons And Stars by athene_hazel has wolfstar and jily (70s magical at hogwarts with happy ending)

3 - Nowhere, Black by lostmoonlight has wolfstar and jily (i haven’t read it by my friend loves this fic and its a band au

4 - Now I Wanna Be Your Dog by pixelated (prettyremus) has wolfstar and jily (Summer love in the 70s)

5 - The Boys Of Summer by todaslasmadrugadas has wolfstar and jily (summer love, self indulgent fic so everyone’s happy for most of it)

Of course i also have a fic masterlist i add to regularly if you also wanna look at that!!

Masterlist