It was a Thursday night. Or maybe a Wednesday. Doesn't matter. What matters is that {y/n} was in her dorm, curled up in bed with her laptop open, doing the exact same thing she did most nights: running her Theodore Nott fan account like it was a full-time job with benefits.

The account was called @theonottswife. Anonymously, of course. No face, no personal pictures, no trace of who she actually was. Just an endless stream of Theodore Nott content—edits, interview clips, red carpet photos, the occasional unhinged caption that somehow always managed to go viral in the fandom.

Tonight, she had a new photo. A ridiculously high-quality shot from a recent premiere. Theodore in a dark green suit, hair slightly messy, looking like he'd just stepped out of someone's very specific dream. The kind of photo that made people question their life choices.

{y/n} stared at it for a second. Then she typed the caption.

need me a man that look like this.

She hit post. Rolled over. Closed her eyes. Simple. Innocent. Completely unaware that she had just lit a match and dropped it directly into the fandom's gasoline supply.