#fo: Nott

[patrophthia]

hii! I really loved your stories! can you write something about theo×hufflepuff again? I don't have any preferences, whathever comes to you mind (well maybee some enemies/don't like each other at the begging haha) thank u))

wanted to do rivals to lovers but i failed, like really badly so here’s just fluff with theo envying reader a teensy bit

make it make sense | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, meet cute, established relationships, tasm reference (just cuz)

part of my 1k celebration event !

You and Theodore makes no sense. Not to your friends, not to his friends, not to anyone —Merlin, not even yourselves. 

How the two of you got today is and will always be a story Theodore could never wrap his head around. 

At first glance, the two of you are direct opposites. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin made absolutely no sense at first sight. And it’s exactly what he thought when his feelings towards you —which were, at first, resentment and envy (you were doing better in classes than he was and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him) turns to fascination, and maybe even adoration. 

Not in a weird way, of course. Not in a way where he’d stare at you from across the room where you’re sitting, chatting with your friends with a pretty on your face before accidentally meeting his eyes and making him avert his gaze kind of way. Or well —maybe it was. You were beautiful, can you blame him?

Not only were you beautiful, you were also kind. So incredibly kind, hardworking, and your sense of justice is so strong you knocked him off his feet. Literally. 

The first time he talked to you —really talked to you— was when you body slammed him to the ground whilst chasing someone who’d had picked on your friend. It sounds cliche and sometimes, when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you; he deflects it by joking about how you ‘fell’ for him. 

You were quick to pick yourself up off of him, eyes wide as you helped him back to his feet with repetitive apologies. “I’m sorry, I really should’ve looked where I was going but I was so worried that he’d get away (and he did) that I bumped into you.

Are you okay though? Should I bring you to the infirmary? What’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Theodore fixes his attention on you. “I’m fine, let’s not bother Madam Pomfrey about this,” he says first, then he glances between you and your fingers, eyes glinting with ridicule, “Zero.” 

He’s messing with you. That’s . . . A relief. Unless he actually couldn’t tell that you’re holding up fo—

“Four,” he tells you anyways, he then adds. “Nott.” 

“What?” 

“My names Nott.” He tells you. 

And you smile at him. You’re kind enough to smile at him even when he’s coming off as a bit of an arse to you, you still smile at him. “Oh I know,” you say, “just wanted to make sure you knew it too.” 

He blinks at you. Slowly. So slow that it almost resembles a cat’s blinking. “Well, I do.” 

“Good.” He’s still looking at you. And you’re still looking at him. Neither of you wanting to go back to your separate lives just yet. “Are you seeing anyone?” 

Theodore wills himself to not show any real reaction to your words, only keeping stoic as he answers. “I’m not,” he says, “are you asking to make sure I knew it too?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “I just wanted to know.” 

And you leave. So suddenly that Theodore has to stare at your leaving figure for a good three minutes before finally pulling himself back together. 

So maybe the two of you made no sense being with one another, but it’s been like that from the start —how you left him standing there will forever be a core memory for him— and he’s more than just content to be in love with you now. And if he’s being honest, does things making sense matter when you’re in love? 

Not in his books. 

[myfeetrcolddd]

Avoidance

She had a problem. A problem by the name of Theodore Nott.

The two had been friends for years, since they both met on the train in their first year, even after she had been sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin like him.

But for the last year or so things had shifted between the two. A tension had wrapped itself around the pair of friends, lingering gazes and touches, interactions that toed the line between friendly teasing and flirting.

It was confusing to say the least, because while she had been sure of her feelings for her friend she was unsure of how he felt towards her.

Theo would be borderline flirting with her one moment, being far more touchy than a best friend ought to be and being far more protective, then the next moment he was chatting up a new girl before disappearing into a broom closest or his dorm.

Confused and hurt over what was happening she decided to put up boundaries, close herself off a little, maybe then she'd rid herself of these new found feelings for her best friend.

Though this was all easier said than done.

Walking into the great hall she made her way over to the Slytherin table, but instead of taking her usual seat pressed up against Theos side she sat between Enzo and Pansy, who welcomed her confused smiles but smiles nonetheless.

"Morning." She smiled to the group and they all greeted her back.

Theo had brushed this off, he couldn't expect her to sit beside him for every meal. But he found himself hating the way she had decided not to sit beside him anyway.

When she had finished her breakfast she excused herself from the table, and Theo did too, because they always left together and would walk around together before actually getting to class.

When he was finally beside her he reached for her hand to hold, something they always did, no matter what. But she evaded the touch, clasping her hands together in front of her.

He looked at her confused once again, but shrugged it off, because everyone has their off days.

They talked like they always did, conversation flowing easily between the both of them but Theo couldn't stop his hand from twitching with the need to grasp something, but since she wasn't going to hold his hand he decided standing as close as possible would have to suffice.

This she had allowed, because despite trying with all her might she couldn't deny that she missed his closeness. It was weird not to have him so close, but she had to do this because whenever he was so close she found herself pretending they were dating.

She almost forgot they were only friends a few times, almost because every time someone would say they looked like a "lovely couple" or anything along those lines Theodore would spend the next ten minutes explaining how they were only friends and how he basically saw her as a sister.

In class Theo had scooted his chair as close to her as possible, because that's just what he always did, and then he tried to put his arm around her chair like he always did, but instead of meeting his chair in the middle she stayed put, and instead of leaning back into his arm she sat as straight as possible, making sure her back wouldn't touch his arm. And their thighs that were normally pressed together seemed an ocean apart to him.

Theo frowned once more, even more confused as to what was happening to his best friend.

The rest of the day had went like this. With her avoiding any physical contact that wasn't needed and not flirting back with him, or not doing what she considered flirting back with him. She wasn't sure if Theo even knew he was flirting with her at this point.

After the last class of the day ended they had to split, Theodore went off to Quidditch practice while she had gone with Pansy down to the Slytherin common room.

While the two girls had sat on one of the many sofas in front of one fo the many fireplaces Y/N filled Pansy in on how she had been feeling, and her plan.

Pansy laughed loudly at what Y/N had said, covering her mouth to muffle it slightly, "I-I'm sorry, but is that why he's had this small frown on his face all day?" She asks and the Ravenclaw girl rolls her eyes fondly but nods her head. "You, Y/N L/N, are a mastermind."

"I know." She grinned, shrugging, earning another laugh from Pansy.

As if summoned Theodore showed up, standing behind the couch, "Ladies." He said smoothly as the two girls turned around to face him, though he greeted them both he kept his eyes on the one who was avoiding his touch.

"Hi Theodore." Pansy said with a slight smirk, not missing the way he hadn't taken his eyes off of the Ravenclaw girl once. Though that wasn't anything new. It seemed as though Theo could never quite taker her eyes off the girl, it was a surprise said girl hadn't noticed that.

"Hey Teddy." She smiled up at him, using the nickname for the first time today.

Theo felt something swell in his chest at the sound, he couldn't help it. Like he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the word.

He hoped over the back of the couch and slid into the seat right next to the girl. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and the other around her middle in an effort to pull her impossibly closer to him.

While Pansy tried not to laugh out loud at Y/N flustered and startled face Theo had successfully sat his best friend practically on his lap.

Y/N cleared her throat and peeled Theos hands off her then stood, "Well-" She started, avoiding eye contact with Theo who had such a deep set frown Pansy was sure his face would freeze that way, "I think I'll get going now. I'll see you two at dinner!"

Then she scurried out of the snake pit as fast as she could and up to her own dorm.

Theodore sat there, frozen and confused. "What the fuck." He said, then he turned to Pansy, "D'you know what that was about?"

Pansy, who had a poorly hidden grin on her face, shrugged feigning ignorance. "Nope!" Theo glared at her but her resolve kept up so he huffed in annoyance before storming up to his dorm.

He endured three days of what he now considers his personal hell and it's be a lie if anyone at Hogwarts said they didn't notice.

Actually, it was hard not to notice. Things had changed for Theo, because sometimes Y/N wouldn't even eat at the Slytherin table anymore, and if she did she sat beside Pansy and someone-anyone- other than him. She no longer walked with him to class and he barely sat beside her in class.

Theo would walk to class like he wanted to set the whole castle on fire, and if he saw that his usual seat beside his beloved best friend was taken he'd sit behind them and glare lasers into the back of the poor students head.

And while almost every other student was scarred to even breathe the wrong way around the boy his friends found the entire thing incredibly amusing. Especially since Pansy had filled them all in on Y/N's behalf.

The Ravenclaw girl was sitting outside on the fourth day, enjoying the sun by herself as she sat on a bench and read her new book. The spot had nothing blocking the sun from her, not even clouds.

But then a large shadow came over her. She looked up to see a fuming Theodore with dark circles under his eyes and his normally messy hair was messier than usual, as though he had been tossing and turning all night then running his hand through it countless times.

Seeing him like this was no good. It just made her feel bad for putting a distance between them. Worst part was that it didn't work. She still had feelings for him and she was still longing for something more with him.

She opens her mouth to greet him but doesn't get the chance to get the first syllable out when he interrupts her, "Why've you been avoiding me?" He demands, his voice rougher and raspier than usual.

"I-" she huffed out a breath, she supposed there was no time like the present, and maybe confessing and rejection would help her get over him, "Because I like you Theo, and with you being all touchy then hooking up or flirty with some other girl. It confused me and I thought putting some space between us would help me get over you."

Theo went silent. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to reject her, but he didn't know if he liked her back. She took his silence as an answer and sucked in a breath.

She had known being rejected would hurt, but she didn't think it would hurt that badly. She smiled up at him and tried her best not to cry. Closing her book she stood, "Nice talking to you Theo." She said before walking away and letting the tears fall.

She didn't go to breakfast the following morning, she didn't go to any classes, or any meals. Theo missed her presence entirely, because even though while she had put distance between the he could still see her, but now she wasn't there.

That night Theo realized something.

He realized he was an oblivious idiot. Because he hadn't treated Y/N as a best friend in years, instead he's been treating her like she was his girlfriend. And he'd seen her as his girlfriend, which was probably why he always thought of her when she wasn't around. Why when he was with another girl it was her he was thinking of, her he found himself wishing he were doing these things to.

Immediately he jumped out of bed, putting on shoes before he ran out of the Slytherin common room and up to Ravenclaw tower.

Answering the riddle with ease he bounded up the stairs to her dorm three at a time. By the time he was at her door he was breathless and red cheeked. He knocked gently and she answered right away.

She frowned looking up at the brown haired boy who lacked a shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and runner, "Teddy what are you-"

Theo pulled her by the waist and held her flush against him. Leaning down he kissed her, she froze, not sure what to do before she realized she was kissing him back.

uh don't really like this, go lazy with the ending.

sorry

[gowonminajxx]

— hobie brown and his smutty tendencies

:: A HC LIST. can be gn!reader but mainly for f!reader <3

++ me just blurting out all this shit LOL.

// CWs :: slight and extreme smut, smoking, hobie being flirty af 🤷‍♀️, author has terrible writing for british characters

— X = sfw

— XX = suggestive

— XXX = blatant smut

pick up lines are a no-go. hobie jst is smooth like that (X)

didn’t know hobie had that DAWG in him!

thinking about how hobie probably would never use those cheesy pick up lines someone like miles would use — or even peter b. hobie let’s it play out, hints being thrown everywhere about how he cares for you and wants to develop a further relationship with you (aka dating!!)

often calls you those pet names such as “doll” “bee” and other playful / dating ones even if you aren’t in a relationship. if you don’t like them, he teases you with them even more.

hobie brown and his lil smoking sessions with you (if you want to obviously) (XX)

thinking about how hobie will always insist on smoking with you. whether it’s plain old cigs or you and him are rolling papers together, getting high as hell in his own home.

if it was your first time, he’d teach you how to smoke it (simply.)

“just roll your pretty lips around the cig, and take a big breath. alright, doll?” he’d lean in just so you could hear, his breath grazing across your neck.

his intricate ways of touching you and finding excuses to touch you (XX)

hobie will always find some way to wrap his hand around your shoulders, place them there or place them .. in other places.

he often finds himself starved for your touch or some sort of physical contact between you two. his hand always glides from your shoulder to your waist, then a little higher, then a little lower, until he’s practically massaging your side.

once you two are further into your relationship, he always finds a way to touch you in more private places (such as your ass, hips or chest.)

if you two were in private or no one could see you, he’d wrap his hands right across your hips or your chest and give a little squeeze before pecking your neck with a soft kiss.

in public?? FO’ SURE .. (XXX)

thinking about how hobie enjoys seeing you squirm in public especially if he’s groping you somehow or whispering seductively in your ear.

he’d definitely be the type to pull you aside in the middle of something and fuck your brains out! for sure. ramming you against a bathroom stall? FOR SURE.

oh yeah, and taking you aside before or after a concert of his and seeing how willing you are to give him the juiciest head he’s ever had in his life. your lips forming around his length so sweetly, he couldn’t help but groan so loudly even if there’s people around checking themselves out in the mirror.

would he be the type to stick a vibrator in you and make you walk around? that’s up to you 🤷‍♀️……. he’d probably get a laugh out of it yk yk

musical instruments (X)

thinking about how hobie would teach you all his favorite songs on his guitar, while you sit in his lap. he guides your fingers gently, making you strum each string on perfect tune.

if you didn’t get it right, he’d help you and demonstrate for you, holding you close to his in the process.

his chin would be nudging into your neck the whole time while you play. no wonder you were messing up!

musical instruments and fingers (XXX)

thinking about how hobie teaching you how to play his favorite songs turns into him slamming 3 fingers inside of your entrance, causing you to let out loud cries.

the fact he takes off his rings to help you play already sets a tick off in your head. thinkin like .. damn is he gonna finger me?? you get a little excited at the thought even, giggling as his eyebrow raises.

“what’s so funny, doll?” he’d ask if you started giggling.

JSJSJJSS and just thinking about how hobie couldn’t get past one practice with you without turning it into a whole make out session + sex. his ass would NOTT stop thinking abt all those dirty thoughts the two of you share.

that’s all!!!! might update sooner or later thanks for reading my tiny little thoughts

[sureallavnder]

hiii

can I request ⭐️?but with a harry potter boy fo your chocie(who you'd ship me with) with a bad boy and nerd(reader being the nerd) prompt

bad boy - Theodore Nott

Theodore nott was a typical bad boy. Slytherin. Dark eyes. Weed. But boy was he hot.

You on the otherhand were not. Books. Stories. Being on time. Something Nott constantly made fun of you for. But you couldn't help fall in love with his features. He had a strong yet soft jawline you thought about trailing your fingers across it. And those eyes damn those eyes were captivating, dead but firey.

You were walking down the familiar halls you've walked down for the past six years. Theo as per usual hiding out in a dark corner with his little group of well you wouldn't exactly call them his friends they more or less hung out because of drugs and alcohol.

As you were passing them trying desperately not to make eye contact you hear your name being called. Fuck. You turn with a scowl.

''Y/n baby what's up?'' Theo says excitedly, whether he was really excited was a different matter.

''What?'' you say back not wanting to give him any attention.

''Come round mine later'' he more or less demanded rather than asking whether you wanted to or not.

You muttered a fine and moved on, not being able to forget about his brown eyes... they were like if the stars went out, something so memorable.

[wh0r3-for-klaus]

draco malfoy x sister whose dating theo and like draco is lowkey a bully to her and she takes the spell for one of them and dies and they reminisce

I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you like it! I tried to make it so they reminisced together and separately. Warnings: death, grief, Draco being remorseful for his d!ckhead past self, I think that's it? Let me know what you think in the comments. If you want to be added to my tag list, leave a comment. My works are not to be reposted.

Beneath the Malfoy Oaks.

~~~

Dinner in Malfoy manor was a formal affair, and the long dining table was set with silver and crystal. As y/n and Theo sat together, Draco joined them, his posture stiff and his eyes cold.

“Lovely to see you two making yourselves at home,” Draco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Although, I must say, it’s rather amusing watching my best mate choose such unsavory company.”

Theo kept his voice calm. “We’re here to enjoy a meal, Draco. Can’t we have one evening without your disdain?”

Draco’s smile was tight. “Oh, but this is just the beginning. I’d hate for y/n to forget what it means to be a Malfoy."

~~~

Draco couldn’t stop remembering the last family dinner that he shared with y/n, he wished he would have been kinder to his twin, he had always been so cruel to her, but he didn’t even know why. Draco wished he could have told y/n how much he admired her, she never let her emotions control her actions and he needed her to keep him in check.

The large oak trees that stood in the middle of the Malfoy estate gardens had red and orange leaves, the air was getting a bit chillier, and the days were shorter, it was close to winter. The gardens, more precisely the oak trees, had always been y/n’s favorite place to escape to when the siblings were home from Hogwarts. She would most of the day just sat beneath the two oaks reading or just looking up at the sky, y/n had a habit of falling asleep in this spot too on occasion.

Draco looked down at the blanket hung over his arm, the once pristine purple and black quilt was now old and had started to rip, but y/n did love the quilt, and it showed how well loved the blanket was. The silvery-blonde male laid the quilt on the ground beneath the two oaks, in the middle of the large trees, in the same spot his siter always would and sat down on the worn blanket.

~~~

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday evening, the usual murmur of students replaced by an uncomfortable silence as Draco Malfoy approached y/n and Theo Nott, who were sitting close together by the fireplace with their hands intertwined.

Draco’s gaze was icy as he swept into the room, his presence commanding attention and declared self-importance.

“Must be nice to have such a cozy little corner to yourself,” Draco sneered, his eyes flicking disdainfully over y/n. “Too bad it comes with the price of your dignity.”

Theo’s jaw tightened, but y/n stood, stepping between them. “Draco, what do you want this time? Don’t you have something better to do with your time?”

“Just making sure my best chaser isn’t being dragged down by anyone who isn’t up to our standards,” Draco said, his voice dripping with condescension and cruelty.

Once the Malfoy male had walked away, Theo turned to his beloved girlfriend and looked at her concern and sympathy. "I'm sorry, amor mio. It's not fair for him to treat this way without any reason, and even then you don't deserve his cruelty." Theo's arms wrapped around the Malfoy girl and he pulled her into a tight embrace, which the girl happily returned.

~~~

Theo thought back to that day in the common room, it was only four months ago but it felt like years, wondering if he had chosen to stand up for y/n if things would be different. If she would still be here, standing beside him with her nearly silver hair pulled back all pretty and her lips pulled up into a smile, her hand held in his as they looked at the rose bushes that were no longer blooming for the winter.

The once heavenly scented rosebushes that y/n always smelled nearly identical too, were now devoid of any flowers even though the thorns remain. Theo wondered if the roses died when she did, if the thorns remained as a reminder that even after the beauty is gone the danger still lurks. Flicking the ash of his cigarette onto the ground, Theo felt like there was a hole in his heart, where y/n had claimed the moment he met her.

~~~

The blonde-haired male sat beside someone he considered to be one of his best mates, someone who would have potentially been his brother-in-law a few years from now, Theodore Nott. The two men sat beneath the two Malfoy oak trees on the purple and black quilt, a box filled with parchment stained with ink sat in front of them, the box was one of the many things’ y/n had left covered in her favorite book quotes and little drawings.

 It was y/n’s safe keepings box that was kept under the floorboards in her closet, so she always knew where it was, and she could look back on memories that were import to her. Now it was filled with the little trinkets that the younger Malfoy twin had placed inside, and the many letters that she had given to her brother and her boyfriend over the last seven years.

Y/n had only been gone for four months, but if you asked Draco and Theo, they’d say it couldn’t have been such a short time ago, it felt like it had been four years. The months have seemed to just drag on and to the rest of the wizarding world, it seemed like the two men were either just going through the motions or numbing their grief with alcohol or other substances.

Theo reached forward and grabbed the first piece of parchment from the box, being careful not to cause any damage to the page. He smiled when he read the first few words that were written, turning his head towards Draco and handing it over. A quote from the play “Hélas, Je Me Suis Transfiguré les Pieds” was written at the top of the page, the rest of the piece of parchment was covered in drawings and spells with their use/purpose.

“Y/n really did like to read that play, didn’t she read it like eight times in like a month?” Draco asked with a hint of amusement, his lips were upturned in a slight smile as his fingers faintly ghosted over the handwritten quote that his sister had written. He knew that his younger twin had liked to write this line from her favorite play, he was never sure why, he was sure the girl didn’t even know herself, but he had found it annoying then.

“Yeah, she really did love to read, it didn’t really matter what she was reading as long as it wasn’t boring.” Theo said with a small chuckle while shaking his head, his brown eyes were focused on the next piece of parchment that he was lifting from the box.

~~~

The corridor of Hogwarts seemed to freeze in time, the echo of the battle outside muffled as if the world had narrowed to the space between them. Draco’s and Theo’s eyes were wide with terror, watching helplessly as the dark figure advanced, wand raised, a curse poised to strike. Their breath came in short, ragged gasps.

In the chaos, it was as if nothing else existed but the impending doom and Draco’s sister, y/n, rushing forward with a determination that seemed both fierce and fragile. Her face, usually calm and composed, was now a mask of resolute bravery and determination.

Y/n, her light hair tumbling in disarray, reached them just as the curse left the enemy’s wand. Her own wand flicked in a desperate counter-curse, but she was too late. The dark magic surged forward, relentless and unstoppable.

“Y/N, NO!” Their scream was a raw, desperate sound as Theo lunged forward, but she was faster, throwing herself in front of them.

The curse hit her with a sickening, sickly glow. For a moment, time seemed to slow, the world holding its breath. Y/n’s eyes widened in pain and shock, and then her body crumpled to the ground with a shattering finality.

Draco and Theo rushed to her side, Theo’s hands trembling as he cradled her limp form. Her eyes, still open, looked up at them with a serene acceptance. The light in them was fading, dimming like the last embers of a once-roaring fire quickly.

“Y/n, no, stay with me. Please,” Draco begged; his voice choked with tears. He shook her gently, desperately searching for a sign that she was still there, that she could hear him and would be okay.

Her lips moved slightly, forming words that were barely a whisper, but they were enough. “I... I’m sorry...”

Her breath grew shallow, and then it stopped altogether. The finality of her absence hit both men with an unbearable weight, leaving Draco and Theo alone in the shattered remnants of what was once in this world.

~~~~

The sun had set a long while ago and it had grown cold, but the two men still sat beneath the two oak trees in the Malfoy gardens on the purple and black quilt. The box of keepsakes had been gone through long ago, but now they just discussed different stories about y/n. They weren’t ready to say goodbye, the realization that they would never get to say anything to her face to face hadn’t fully sunk in, they didn’t want to accept that she was gone.

Draco and Theo thought back to that day in the corridors of Hogwarts, to the sound of battle and carnage that left many dead, injured, grieving, or traumatized, To the day that y/n had jumped in front of them to stop a curse from hitting them. Even though Draco had never been anything short of a bully she still saved him. Y/n sacrificed herself to save her boyfriend, the man that had confessed his love for her in the astronomy tower under the night sky in fourth year.

In that dark, sorrowful moment, Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott were left with nothing but the memory of y/n’s bravery, her final gift to them, and the unbearable silence of a future that would never be the same and the past that can never be rectified.

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[angelap3]

Via del Campo c'è una graziosa

Gli occhi grandi color di foglia

Tutta notte sta sulla soglia

Vende a tutti la stessa rosa

Via del Campo c'è una bambina

Con le labbra color rugiada

Gli occhi grigi come la strada

Nascon fiori dove cammina

Via del Campo c'è una puttana

Gli occhi grandi color di foglia

Se di amarla ti vien la voglia

Basta prenderla per la mano

E ti sembra di andar lontano

Lei ti guarda con un sorriso

Non credevi che il paradiso

Fosse solo lì al primo piano

Via del Campo, ci va un illuso

A pregarla di maritare

A vederla salir le scale

Fino a quando il balcone è chiuso

Ama e ridi se amor risponde

Piangi forte se non ti sente

Dai diamanti non nasce niente

Dal letame nascono i fior

Via del Campo è una canzone scritta da Fabrizio De André con l'arrangiamento musicale di Gian Piero Reverberi.

La musica di "Via del Campo" però è accreditata ad Enzo Jannacci , alla canzone del 1965 "La mia morosa la va alla fonte", che faceva parte di uno spettacolo teatrale e che Jannacci incluse successivamente nell'album

-Vengo anch'io. No, tu no.-

Sul vinile, nell'etichetta, è riportata la scritta: «Da una musica del '500 tratta da una ricerca di Dario Fo».

[rose-of-the-grave]

The Great War: Chapter 2

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Here's chapter two, I solemnly swear that Y/N and Mattheo will actually interact soon. I hope you all enjoy! As always, I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Chapter 1 Read on Ao3

Warnings: quidditch, Dumbledore, manipulation, Cormac McClaggen, crying in the bathroom, idk what else to add

Word Count: 3126

Description: Y/N receives her mission, runs into an unexpected help, and tries out for the quidditch team.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover

Y/N raised her hand, knocking on the door to Dumbledore’s office.

“Come in.”

She opened the door, walking in. Y/N hadn't been in his office since the year before since everything with Umbridge and dUmbledore’s Army. It hadn’t changed one bit. Except for a shelf covered in vials. She wondered what that was about.

“Ah, Y/L/N. You got my message.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” She asked, wondering why.

“Yes. I have a favor to ask of you. One last mission if you will.”

She approached his desk, “What do you need me to do?”

“I need more eyes on the students. One in particular in fact. Mr. Riddle.”

“Why not have Professor Snape look after him?” She asked, questioning Dumbledore’s thought process.

“I require his services elsewhere. You, however, I would like for you to watch over Mr. Riddle and report back to me about any suspicious activities.”

“Of course. Whatever is needed.”

“Good.” She started to walk away when he said one more parting word.

“And one last thing, Miss Y/L/N. If you could refrain from mentioning this task to anyone, that would be much appreciated.”

“Even Harry?”

“Especially Mr. Potter. I have a separate task for him that he needs to be focused on. It is imperative that no one suspects what you are doing.”

“Of course, Professor.”

She walked out of the room and down towards the Great Hall, hoping to get some food. Some students were roaming the halls but most of them were probably eating so there were few people around to see her duck into the abandoned girls' lavatory.

She looked around at the very place that she had spent months of time with Harry, Ron, and Hermione back in second year. Y/N hadn’t been back since then. For once Moaning Myrtle wasn’t to be seen. Odd. How on earth was she going to do this? Even if she managed to find a way to watch the Slytherin’s without making them suspicious, her friends would ask questions about her sudden interest in the enemy.

Hearing someone run into the bathroom, she hid in one of the stalls. It was someone crying, loudly. Slowly opening the stall door she came up behind the girl. A Slytherin by the looks of her green accented robes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/N asked softly, trying not to startle the girl.

She whirled around, it was Pansy Parkinson. Her tearstained face became apprehensive, suspicious almost immediately.

Wiping away at her tears, smudging her mascara, she asked, “What do you care?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t like seeing people cry. Even you.”

“How big of you.” She sneered.

Well, this wasn’t going well. If Y/N was going to spy on Riddle it would make more sense for her to befriend his social circle. She had to at least try to find an in and Pansy seemed like the best option. Draco would bite her head off, Theodore Nott didn’t talk to anybody outside his friends, and Blaise Zabini didn’t exactly have a favorable impression of her after she got him detention in fourth year. Suffice it to say, they all hated her.

“I’m being serious. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Y/N gave her a look.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Look, I get it. You have no reason to trust me but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“What would your precious friends think about you associating with the enemy?” Pansy spat.

“Probably the same as Malfoy would if he knew you were talking with a Gryffindor.” Y/N shot back.

She huffed a watery laugh. “We’re not all that bad.”

“Oh, you are. And worse.”

They stood there in silence for a heartbeat before Pansy spoke, breaking the silence.

“I told someone I liked them and they told me that they didn’t like me back. I put my heart out there for the first time in my life and it got stomped on. “ She said, bitterly.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it was their loss.”

Pansy gave her a look of doubt.

“I mean it. You may be a Slytherin and you might not exactly be nice to everyone but you’re pretty and from what I can tell, you are also really smart even though you try to hide it. I saw how well you did on your OWLs, it wasn’t that different from what I got.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

Y/N nudged Pansy’s shoulder, “You’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

“Neither are you.”

They shared a smile before leaving the lavatory. The two girls went their opposite ways and Y/N grinned. She had found a way in. Maybe this task of Dumbledore’s wouldn’t be as hard as she thought it was going to be.

On her walk back to the common room she did her best to avoid others, knowing that it was close to curfew. She passed near an area of the castle that was very familiar after all of the time she and the rest of them had spent there last year. After sneaking into the Room of Requirement almost daily, it was no surprise that she had managed to arrive back there, her feet carrying her there due to muscle memory.

She had almost passed by when she heard footsteps echoing through the halls. Nervous, she ducked behind a corner to keep out of view. Curious, Y/N peeked around the corner, wondering who could possibly be walking around at this hour towards the Room of Requirement. Then, moving into view, was Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?

Suddenly the conversation on the train came to mind. Was he really a Death Eater? If so, what was he up to? She waited and watched as he disappeared into the room before continuing on her way.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Today was quidditch tryouts. She had spent all summer practicing in her backyard so hopefully she would make it. Y/N spent the entire day feeling like she was walking on clouds, a bounce in her step as she went from class to class.

Everyone had remarked on how energetic she seemed. Even her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class couldn’t undermine her good mood. It wasn’t until her last class of the day finished and she started walking over to the quidditch pitch when the jitters started to set in.

“Hey Y/N!” Ron greeted.

“Hey.”

“You ready?”

She shrugged, grimacing slightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’ll get on the team. I’ve seen the way you can fly.”

“Thanks.”

“Shut it!” Ginny yelled from her place next to Harry.

They all quieted, turning to look at her.

Harry then spoke up, “Thanks. All right. Now, if you had a spot last year that does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?”

There were a few scattered nods from the group.

“Good.”

Another Gryffindor who was also trying out approached them. Cormac McClaggen.

“No hard feelings, eh Weasley?”

Ron looked puzzled. “Hard feelings?”

“Yeah. I’ll be going after keeper myself. It's nothing personal really.”

“Really, a strapping guy like you? You’ve got more of a beater’s build don’t you? Keepers need to be quick, agile.”

A fly started to buzz around them, its humming loud in Y/N’s ear before it flew towards McClaggen who seemingly managed to crush it between his fingers without even looking.

Ron’s face turned worried.

“I like my chances.”

“Show off.” Y/N muttered, unimpressed.

Cormac glanced over at her as if it was the first time he’d noticed she was standing there in the whole time he had been talking.

“Say, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldn’t mind getting a first name basis with her, know what I mean?” He nudged Ron, a suggestive look on his face. He clapped him on the shoulder and walked away.

Drifting closer to Ron, Y/N said, “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” Ron said, unenthused.

“Right. So I’m going to run you through a few drills to assess your strengths.” Harry called out now that everybody had settled down. He went on to detail the first drill but Y/N wasn’t paying attention.

Glancing up into the stands she saw Hermione with the other handful of spectators. Raising her hand, she waved. Hermione smiled and waved back. Good luck, she mouthed.

Y/N mouthed back, Thanks!

Out of their friend group, Hermione was probably the one she was closest with. She loved all three of her friends but Hermione was the first of them to reach out and befriend her. It was towards the start of their first year before she had become friends with Harry and Ron. Y/N hadn’t had the best time with making friends because all of the people she knew were pure-bloods. Her parents were only friends with others like them with few exceptions so all of the kids her age that she grew up with were sorted into Slytherin.

They had started to ignore her once she was put in Gryffindor, saying that she couldn’t hang out with them anymore. Hermione had heard her crying herself to bed one night and the very next day wouldn’t leave her side. Despite everything she had been taught about muggle-borns she couldn’t help but see that Hermione was the nicest person she knew. Their friendship was the final straw for her old friends though. From then on most of them would ignore her but some of them would insult her right alongside her new friends.

Hopefully this history wouldn’t present a problem for her mission. After all, it was six years ago. Then again, Slytherins never forget a slight. Being friends with the chosen one, a blood traitor, and a muggle-born was a pretty big offense.

Oh, well. She would worry about that later. For now her main focus was on the tryouts. Everybody was put into two teams. Y/N and Ron were on one team with Harry, Ginny, and a few others while Cormac and the rest were on the other team.

The quaffle was tossed and they were off, Y/N passed it to a teammate, a fourth year she didn't know that well, only for the other team to steal it. She was in the perfect position to steal it back, and she did. Flying straight into Katie, feinting to the side just in time so she could grab the ball without colliding into her.

She raced over to the other side, wind whipping in her face and people from the other team on her heels. As Y/N neared the goal, she pretended to go for one goal, only to go for the other one, barely managing to get it past Cormac.

A few onlookers cheered and Ginny yelled, “Nice one, Y/N!”

She felt a surge of happiness, a grin on her face. Maybe she had a shot.

The scrimmage continued on, the two teams practically tied. The other team was in the lead by a few points, thanks to one of their chasers being really good at getting by Ron. Y/N could tell he was getting disheartened, feeling like he was letting them down with every lost point. Then something odd happened.

Ginny had the quaffle and was being chased by the other team. She soared through the air and slammed it into the goal. McClaggen was right there, in the perfect position to stop it when he suddenly swerved out of the way. A teammate of his asked him what happened but he just looked confused. Weird.

On the next point, Ron surprised everyone by flipping upside down on his broom, using his head to block the ball. Onlookers started to applaud and everybody looked on incredulously, wondering how that actually worked. From that point on it seemed as if he had regained his confidence and all of a sudden they started to catch up to the other team, scoring goal after goal.

In the end they won.

“Okay everybody, the team lineup will be posted in the common room tomorrow morning. Good job, everyone!” Harry announced.

They all walked over to the locker rooms to change out of their quidditch robes.

“Nice playing Y/N! I had no idea you were that good!” Katie said.

“Thanks! I’ve been practicing.”

“Well, it paid off.”

Y/N smiled. Hearing that from Katie Bell, one of the seventh years on the team, who had been playing for Gryffindor for years meant a lot.

Ginny chimed in, “Yeah, you looked good out there.”

“Thanks, you too. You played really well!”

“You’re going to make the team for sure, then all three of us can play together!” Katie exclaimed.

“I hope so.”

The three of them got dressed and headed out, walking out together.

“Hey, Y/N, nice job!” Hermione said, standing up from where she had been sitting, waiting for them to come out.

“Thanks!”

The four girls walked back to the castle, the sky darkening overhead. Some rain started to sprinkle down on them, the breeze suddenly feeling a bit cold. Once they all made it back to the castle, they all hurried up to Gryffindor tower where Ron sat on a couch, Harry on the ground by the fire.

Katie and Ginny went to find their respective friends while Y/N plopped down on the chair next to the couch. Hermione took a seat between the chair and the couch.

“I thought I was for sure going to miss that last one.” Ron mused. “I hope Cormac isn’t taking it too hard.”

Hermione made a sound, drawing all of their eyes onto her.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

The boys returned to staring at the fireplace, the light of the flames flickering brightly. Y/N however, kept her gaze on Hermione, thinking through everything that happened. Cormac’s sudden movement out of the way had seemed unnatural. Almost as if he had been influenced.

Her friend looked up at her, feeling her gaze. Hermione raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her.

Did you? Y/N mouthed.

Hermione’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment before she nodded.

Y/N chuckled quietly, amused. She knew her best friend could be a bit diabolical but she never expected her to break the rules like this.

“He’s got a bit of a thing for you ‘Mione. Cormac.” Ron said.

Hermione shook her head, picking up a newspaper. “He’s vile.”

They sat there in silence, Ron looking at the flames, Hermione reading the newspaper, Harry reading a book, and Y/N mulling over her plans.

Harry leaned over to show his book to Hermione. “Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra?”

She sighed, exasperated. “No, I haven’t. And if you had any common sense you would turn it into Professor McGonanagall.”

“Not bloody likely. Why would he?” Ron asked. “He’s top of the class. Slughorn thinks he’s a genius. He’s even better than you Hermione.”

“I wonder whose it is.” Y/N pondered.

“Yeah, is it signed? Can I look?” Hermione asked, grabbing at Harry’s potions book. He snatched it away, standing up.

“No, the binding is fragile.”

Hermione also got up, the newspaper forgotten. “The binding is fragile?” She asked in an incredulous tone.

“Yeah.” Harry kept on backing up, away from her. Y/N watched as Ginny, who had been listening in from where she stood talking with Dean, walked over and grabbed it out of Harry’s unsuspecting grasp. Staying just out of reach of him trying to get his book back, she opened the book.

“The Half-Blood Prince. Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?” She asked.

“Who?” Hermione questioned.

“That’s what it says. Property of the Half-Blood Prince.”

Harry seized the opportunity to get his book back. “No clue.”

They all exchanged puzzled glances while he walked away towards the staircase that led to the boys’ dorms, wondering who that could possibly be. Hermione was probably already planning to head to the library first thing in the morning to figure it out.

Y/N and Hermione said goodnight to Ron and Ginny before walking up the spiral staircase to their dorm. Once inside they walked over to their beds, both of which were on the far end next to each other. The rest of the girls in their year were already getting ready for bed. The two of them never really paid attention to them though. Parvati and Lavender mainly hung out with the Ravenclaws, ignoring the rest of them. Especially after fourth year when Parvati and her sister, Padma, had gone to the Yule Ball with Harry and Ron only to end up ignored.

The only other Gryffindor girl in their year was Lily Moon. Lily was nice, a red-head who was sometimes mistaken for being yet another addition to the Weasleys. She mainly hung out with Neville, the two of them sharing a love for Herbology. While they did sometimes hang out together during class, outside of that they didn’t have much in common with her.

There used to also be one other girl, Sally-Anne Perks, but she left after Cedric’s death in fourth year, never to be heard from again. Her bed remained empty, devoid of any personal touches, unlike the rest of them with their pictures of family, books, jewelry, etc.

Taking a seat on her bed, she looked over at Hermione. “Did you seriously use the Confundus Charm on Cormac so he’d miss that shot?”

“Yeah.” She admitted, sheepishly.

“Wicked!”

Lavender looked over at them, a bit judgemental. Y/N smirked. She still remembered how annoying she had become last year, gushing over Ron. Surprising really, considering how he had acted when he took Padma to the Yule Ball. All three girls had given him dirty looks, along with Y/N and Hermione by association.

After getting dressed for bed, she lay on her mattress waiting for everyone else to be ready so they could turn off the lights. Soon, the only light illuminating the room was from the moon shining through the window. She was feeling a bit anxious, wondering if this was the year that she would finally make it onto the team. After spending the last five years watching Harry play from the stands along with the rest of the team had been fun but she longed to be a part of it. She had always loved flying but, outside of learning how to in first year there hadn’t been many chances except for during the summer when she visited the Weasleys.

Chapter 3>>

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

In-Laws

Pairing: Cold Graves

A/N: Rewatched the episode where they found Cad’s family and it gave me all sorts of feelings

Tag List: @hyperionshipping @canongf @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos

As everyone settled into the cave, Nic got the sleeping spaces prepared. Everyone was trying to figure out what they were going to do for the night. It was possibly dangerous where they were staying, but they had nowhere else to go. She glanced over as Caduceus spoke with his parents, and she couldn’t help but watch. His demeanor was different, naturally given the circumstances of finding his family petrified and reuniting with them after Gods know how long. She didn’t know what to say or how to help other than just let him lean on her.

Beau and Jester were whispering excitedly with Caleb when Caduceus walked over to say something to them. Jester and Beau jabbered on, something about pranking the petrified denizens of the small community who hadn’t been in their homes for at least a decade. Caduceus didn’t stop it, in fact he seemed to pretend he didn’t hear their plans. Nott was encouraging it, planning to actively participate. Beau had rushed over to the sleeping form of Fjord who had just drifted into a slumber, waking him up to see if he was willing to participate as well.

Caduceus walked over to Nic. “If you hear something, don’t worry about it,” he told her before walking off.

Nic furrowed her brows. “Okay…?”

She glanced over, and watched the group head off towards the homes of the petrified people. She shook her head and finished setting up the rest of the beds. Just as she settled onto the spot she was planning to sleep on, Constance and Cornelius, Caduceus’s parents, walked over. It was a little jarring how much of a perfect mix he was of his parents. He looked a lot like his father, but he seemed to have his mother’s temperament, and the eyes seemed so similar. There was a kindness in them that was nearly identical. As they approached, Nic scrambled to her feet. They didn’t have a chance to speak outside of the introduction of the party. Too much was going on to really exchange pleasantries. Nic had to crank her neck upwards to look at them; they were even taller than he was.

“So you’re Caduceus’s… person,” Constance began, and it caught Nic off guard. It wasn’t coming from a place of judgment or disapproval, but she seemed surprised. Nic didn’t blame her one bit. But the words hung in the air. She didn’t have much time to process the title he had bestowed on her. A week ago she didn’t even know what their relationship was.

“I guess so,” Nic replied, smiling at them with her lips in a straight line as she clasped her hands together behind her back. “I’m sure I’m not what you were expecting.”

“Honestly we weren’t expecting anything,” Cornelius told her.

Nic let her shoulders go slack. They were just as surprised by this as she was. “I just– It’s only been a week, and I wasn’t even sure what we were until today. I mean, a week ago I told him I loved him and all he said back was that he liked me too. I didn’t know what that meant, I didn’t know if he thought of me in the same way and—” She stopped herself short. These were his parents. She shouldn’t be telling them any of this.

Before Nic could open her mouth to apologize, a horrible screeching sound she recognized as Caduceus’s bone flute pierced the silence followed by a yelp. It was all coming from an internal cave, and Nic watched as Caduceus ran out, and was quickly followed by his older sister chasing him. Calliope tackled him to the ground as he laughed, and she was soaking wet. Nic glanced at the parents and they seemed to be watching them for a moment fondly, just a hint of an amused smile on Cornelius’s face before they looked back to her. Nic couldn’t stop watching the siblings for a moment as they spoke before going back into the cave.

“We’re just happy he found someone who seems to make him happy,” Constance continued.

The Druid’s eyes snapped back to the Firbolgs in front of her. “He makes me happy too.”

Constance and Cornelius left to get some rest. It was late and everyone was tired. Nic settled back down in her spot, watching the group go from hut to hut. Nott had collected a bag of nuts and anything she could find outside, putting them in the hands of the petrified people. Nic shook her head, unable to understand how they could find the humor in a situation like this. But maybe it was just her nerves. Usually she’d supervise, make sure they weren’t going too far.

Caduceus plopped next to her on the ground, exhaustion evident in his body language, but he was smiling. And wet. What did he do?

“Caduceus,” Nic said, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing at the wet hair hanging in his face. “You’re soaked.” She reached forward to push some of it out of his face.

“Calliope pushed me into the water,” he told her simply, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Didn’t you do that to her first?”

“No. I scared her into falling in. There’s a difference.”

Nic snorted, covering her mouth to keep it from echoing throughout the quiet cave. “Of course there is.” She waved a hand, casting Control Water and drying Caduceus and his clothing as she pulled it from his hair and armor. The ball of water floated above their heads for a moment before it sloshed as she tossed it to the side, the water soaking the bed spread of one of the Nein. She didn’t care whose. “Your family is interesting.”

“Aren’t they?” he said with a proud smile.

She nodded, hands in her lap as she fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. “They are.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. Seeing Nott with her family, Jester with her mom, and then Caduceus with his, it reminded her that she didn’t have what they had. She didn’t have a loving family to reunite with when this was over. Her father was disappointed with her life choices and her mom was jealous she was living the life her mother gave up. She ran away from home because she didn’t feel wanted by her family. She didn’t feel like she had a family. Would she ever have a family?

Caduceus could tell she was miles away. Her thoughts were on something other than the task at hand, and from the vacant look in her eyes the overwhelming feeling to run was coming back. “What’s on your mind?”

“Huh?” His words snapped her from her thoughts. As she looked at him, she wondered what was next. He found his family, he found the key to saving the Grove. His reason for coming with them was over. Was he going to go back home now? Was this the end of the line for him? “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s on your mind.” Damn him.

Nic let out a sigh; a deep, tired sigh. “I’m just… Seeing you with your family just… It makes me think of mine. I don’t have a good relationship with them. I went home and got… I wouldn’t even call it closure. I wish I had the relationship with them that you have with your parents, and I wish I had siblings growing up like you did. Seeing you and Veth and Jester with your families just… it reminded me how alone I’ve always been. How alone I’ll always be.”

It felt selfish telling him this while two of his siblings were petrified into stone, his aunt was shattered and there was no sure way of bringing her back. This was about him, not her and her feelings. It wasn’t fair to put this on him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Her head dipped down, hair hiding the redness of her face.

“You’re not alone, though,” Caduceus finally spoke after a long pause. “You have us. I know you’ve only been back a short while, but we’re all a family. Maybe not a conventional one, but we all look out for each other. So you’re not alone. Honestly I don’t think Jester will ever leave you alone, or any of us for that matter.” His words cracked a smile on her face, and Nic looked at him through her hair. “Besides, if you ever want to, you could always be a Clay.”

Nic opened her mouth, but it felt dry. Her brain stopped working. Did he mean it the way she thought he did? “I–” What would she even say in response? “Thank you,” she said quietly.

He tucked some hair behind her ear. “You’re welcome. I’m going to pass out now.” He groaned and fell back on the pillows set up, practically falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

She chuckled, laying down and rolling over to admire Caduceus for a moment as he slept. He deserved the rest. It was a hard day for all of them. Nic watched him for a few more moments, watching the rise and fall of his chest. She didn’t know if he was staying or not, but she didn’t care as long as she got to spend these moments with him.

“Ah! What happened to my bed?! Why is it wet?!” Fjord exclaimed as he had fallen onto it without looking. “Nott!”

“It wasn’t me!”

Nic bit her lip, laughing quietly to herself. He didn’t need to know. But she watched Caduceus quietly, listening to the bickering and complaining of Fjord.

[oboetemasuka]

Amane - 4, 9, 11, and 13!

Alright, let's do this!

4. favorite minigram episode/moment

165 cm (Minigram 130) - Based on a timeline conversation, but they added some funny details. Jackalope "I'm not a rabbit". Shidou and Kotoko show up just to show how short Fuuta is. And Amane is just like, "Yeah. Uh-huh. Wow, you have a great sense of humor!" (Side note: I know this is stylized, but Fuuta isn't actually *that* short compared to Shidou. I'm shorter than Fuuta, and my sibling is as tall as Shidou, and I at least reach my sibling's chin.)

Honorable mentions: - The pancake episodes - Amane wants to make a stool, but she doesn't want to be looked down on, so she orders a saw and wood planks. "This is a prison," says Fuuta. - Curry udon. Poor girl is worried that Es will think the stain is blood and call her a troublemaker.

9. Do you forgive/not forgive the crime on its own?

Yes, I forgive the crime on its own.

Back in Trial 1, I thought she was just doing what she was raised to believe what was right. She was clearly abused, and it was implied that it would be worse if she didn't kill.

So then trial 2 rolls around, and we learn her victim is her abuser. So in a way, she did what she believed was right. Was she being opportunistic? Maybe? She was looking for a way out, and she saw it when her mother broke the rules. And things could have been worse if she didn't--she could have been the murder victim. (Thanks, Nott.)

I have other thoughts, but that might be digressing.

11. what are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

I already answered here, but let's add some more.

I like the dichotomy between Amane's claims that she killed according to her doctrines and that she could kill out of hatred. Apostle and Death is "do you think I can't hate enough to kill?" while Magic is "I was doing exactly what I was told". Of Blessedness and Punishment leans into the doctrine justification, while The Purge March is very vengeful. "It's my turn to tear you apart."

13. any ideas on what would they and their MV be like if they got a different verdict in T1? 

I feel like they'd really try to push the guilty verdict with Amane, like they did for many of the forgiven prisoners.

Let's draw a spectrum with Haruka, Muu, and Yuno on different sides. I'd say Haruka and Muu are closer together, but not quite on the same line.

Haruka shows off more of his destructive side. So if we apply this to Amane, maybe we'd get a clearer idea of her circumstances and her victim. Spend more time in the "real world" than her headspace. See what it really meant when she dropped the flag. Get a glimpse of her victim's face. Confirm whether she had any other victims. See her do the deed instead of cutting to the end.

Muu says, "I am absolutely right!" So maybe Amane might show less of herself breaking the doctrine and more about why her mother was in the wrong?

Yuno's theme is "Don't weigh and measure me against your morality." Maybe if the dominant audience voice was pity over Amane's circumstances, she'd close up and lean on the monstrous presentation. This goes back to "did you think I couldn't hate enough to kill"? I don't think Amane would go full Yuno, but she'd own her actions and say she doesn't need sympathy.

(Psst, I'm open to talking about other characters too!)

[anocturnalanimal]

La sogno ogni notte e la incontro sempre nel momento in cui la sto perdendo. Sparisce, non la trovo più, non so dove sia andata. Poi la ritrovo di nuovo. Poi ci sono delle volte in cui arriva ridendo, mi prende in giro, mi fa delle scenate di gelosia e poi ride per averle fatte. Alle volte succede che mentre ci scambiamo i corpi nell’amore, perdendoci nei baci, io scopra le tende delle finestre scuotersi per il vento. Dietro nascosto mi sembra di scorgere Dio in persona che ci va spiando geloso del nostro amore, giacché uno sconvolgimento folle e impossibile come il nostro non l’ha mai provato.

Dario Fo e Franca Rame

[copiaslilrat]

Riding In The Shadows Behind You: Chapter 4

We learn more about vampires. Copia asks a very important question. Eros has a revelation.

See the master post for links to the other chapters. Read on AO3 here.

Eros is curled up in bed later that night, reading by soft candlelight, when someone knocks on their door. They can’t remember the last time someone actively sought out their company, but they have a pretty good idea of who might be on the other side. They bite their lower lip with a grin and quickly smother out their hair before opening the door.

“ Buona notte , Eros,” Copia greets with a goofy, endearing smile.

“Hey…you. What’s up?” They sigh inwardly at their awkward greeting. That was very cool and sexy of you, Eros. Way to go.

Copia is either unbothered or doesn’t seem to notice. “It is a lovely night out. I was wondering if you might want to accompany me for a walk?”

They beam at the invitation. “Yes. Absolutely. Let me just grab my jacket.”

Soft moonlight pools over the treetops and filters through the branches, leaving puddles of light on the dirt path that Copia and Eros walk along.

He had wanted to show them one of his favorite hidden spots on the Ministry’s grounds, and Eros couldn’t help but feel flattered that he both liked and trusted them enough to show it to them.

They walk side by side, shoulders almost touching, but not quite. Eros wonders if it would be too forward to hold his hand, but then they remember that earlier in the day that they gave each other oral sex in a confessional. Copia makes a soft whimper of surprise as their hand slips into his before giving it a gentle squeeze, their gloved fingers lacing together in what feels like a perfect fit.

“Is this okay?” Eros asks, their voice soft.

“It is perfetto . I would have initiated, but I find myself very…eh…flustered around you,” Copia admits. “You are very handsome and sweet and I do not want to ruin whatever may be going on between us.”

They offer him a reassuring smile. “I don’t think you’re capable of messing anything up, Copia. I like you very much.”

He hesistates for a moment, but Eros can practically feel him blushing. “I like you very much, too.” He takes a deep breath to steady himself. “I do not wish to be presumptive by any means, but if you wish to persue something with me beyond sex and letting me feed from you—which I really hope that you do–there are a few things we should probably discuss in regards to my…eh… condition .”

Eros had figured there would be a conversation like this at some point, as dating a vampire is something that does not frequently come up in the average person’s lifetime. They’ve thought about it in their own time and any path they walked down led to the same result—that there isn’t much he could say that could disuede them from wanting to be with him.

“The spot I was talking about is just through these trees. There is a bit of climbing, so please be careful, caro . We can talk when we get there.”

Copia effortlessly hops up a small rocky outcropping. It’s hardly daunting—just a few large, uneven stone steps—but he still offers his hand down to Eros, which they accept with a smile if only just to prolong physical contact with him.

They hadn’t realized how far up they had hiked on their walk. When they reach the flattened top of the outcropping, they can see the spires of the abbey and the top of the chapel poking above the treeline. Their gaze wanders upwards to discover that the night sky is open and unobstructed above them, granting them a view full of a sea of stars. Eros’ breath hitches in their chest at the beauty of it, and they tilt their head back to take it all in.

Copia watches them look at the sky, rubbing small circles on the back of their hand with his thumb. “Incredible, is it not? I love coming here to just sit and think when I need a moment of peace. I cannot really go out during the day, so I needed to find somewhere that was perfect for enjoying the night instead.”

“Well, I certainly think you’ve found it…” Eros breathes out. They turn to face Copia and are startled to see how handsome he looks right now, his features accented by the moonlight and his eyes twinkling just like the stars overhead. His white eye is stark in contrast to the darkness around them and almost seems to glow with adoration as he looks at them.

Copia lets go of Eros’ hand to sit on the ledge of the outdropping. He looks over his shoulder at them and pats the space at his side in a gesture for them to join him. They do.

“I have to ask—did you know that vampires existed before me?” Copia asks.

Eros shakes their head. “No. I’ve read books and seen movies, but you all must do a great job of hiding because I’ve never knowingly met one.”

“Ah, well, it is relatively easy to hide. The fangs only come out when we’re thirsty or… excited . When it comes to you, I tend to find myself experiencing both simultaneously.” He offers a playful smile before his expression sobers again. “You already know about my need to feed, but only the blood of humans or other vampires will sate the thirst. I can eat and drink food as mortals do, but if I do not have blood every few days or so, I could lose control of my senses and go on a frenzy.” He levels hood gaze at them. “And we never want that to happen, sí ?”

Eros nods their understanding. “What about animal blood?”

Copia shakes his head. “I do not like having to feed from humans, but animal blood does not sate my thirst in the way that I need it to. Regardless of that, I love animals and I am loathe to hurt them.” His expression grows even more serious as he takes both of Eros’ hands in his. “I want you to know that I will never force you into being my only source of blood. But for me personally, I do not like to pursue multiple partners at one time. I can feed from others if I have to, but due to the inherently erotic nature of a feeding, I find it to be incredibly uncomfortable if I am involved with someone else.”

Eros nods. “I understand. Thankfully, I don’t have any issues being your personal blood bag.”

Copia laughs softly as they elbow him playfully in the ribs. “You have taken all of this remarkably well. I thought for certain that you were going to be upset when I asked to feed from you for the first time.”

“I’ve kind of always had a thing for vampires,” they admit with a blush. “But my curiosity got the better of me, I suppose. I’m glad it did, because then I got to know the man behind the fangs.”

He smiles at their joke. “I know that I say it often, but… grazie , Eros.”

“You are always very welcome, Copia.” They lean over and kiss his cheek before rolling onto their back and resting their head in his lap, right on top of his magnificent thighs.

Copia’s hand brushes through their hair absently as they both gaze up at the night sky in companionable silence.

Eros readjusts slightly in his lap and flashes him a playful smile. “So. Give me the full rundown on vampire myths. Just so I know what I’m working with here.”

Copia chuckles. “I will not turn into ash if I am touched by the sun, but it is very uncomfortable for me. As long as my skin is covered and I wear sunglasses, I can tolerate it for short periods of time.”

Eros nods. “Good to know.”

“I can eat garlic. I would simply perish if I could not.”

“A respectable opinion.” They giggle, which earns a kiss on the back of their hand from Copia.

“A stake to the heart will kill me, but I imagine that it would also kill the average human, so that one is kind of a given.” Copia shrugs. “Also, silver is fine. I have no reaction to it. And I cannot fly or do even so much as hover, although I wish that I could.”

Eros hums thoughtfully and reaches up to stroke his cheek, their fingers fidgeting with the downy hairs of his sideburns. “I think that about covers it, then.”

Copia bends over to hover his face above theirs with a cheeky grin. “Are you scared yet?”

They reciprocate his smile and push themselves up on their hands to press a kiss to his lips. “Terrified.” Eros lays back down on his lap and plays with his fingers, still partially in awe that this sweet, handsome man has taken such an interest in them.

After awhile, they look up at him. “How did you even become a vampire?”

Copia’s entire body tenses at the question, and Eros realizes that perhaps that is not something that you just ask someone.

“It is not a pretty tale.” His voice sounds distant, far away.

“You don’t have to tell me, Copia. I completely understand. I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t realize–“

“I know, caro . It is okay. I am not upset with you.” He sighs heavily. “I will tell you at another time. I do not want to ruin the beauty of this moment with such a dark memory.”

Eros nods. They move to sit upright and pull Copia into a tight hug. Copia smiles into their neck and reciprocates the embrace, grateful that they did not press him. Not tonight, when everything feels so perfect .

Eros pulls back from their embrace and cups his head in their hands. “You are beautiful, Copia. I’m so proud of you for being here. Thank you for choosing to spend your time with someone like me.”

His lips part softly in surprise at their earnestness. They capture his lips in a tender kiss, wrapping their arms around his neck as Copia reciprocates their affection.

“I have felt so numb and so lost since the day I was turned,” he murmurs. His eyes meet theirs, filled with warmth. “You, Eros, make me feel alive again.”

They laugh softly as tears threaten the corners of their eyes. “Shut the fuck up.”

Copia laughs with them. “It is the truth, mio caro .” He takes a deep breath. “Given everything we have discussed...would you like to continue seeing me?” A nervous swallow. “As my, eh…partner?”

“Yes, of course!” Eros giggles and kisses him. “Of course I do.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief and reciprocates their kiss. “Grazie, Eros. It is truly an honor.”

“I’m just a guy, Copia. Like I said earlier, I’m really nobody special.”

“I cannot wait to convince you how wrong you are about that.” He slides his hands along their jaw and into their hair before pulling them into a bout of passionate kissing.

They stay in their embrace, savoring the feel of each other in their newfound relationship, until a gust of wind picks up and causes Eros to shiver. They realize just how chilly it had gotten since they’ve been outside even when snuggled up against Copia’s warmth.

”It is getting a bit cold. Would you like to go home?”

Eros nods and Copia helps them to their feet. They begin the walk back to the abbey hand-in-hand.

Home . The word echoes in Eros’ mind. They have lived at the abbey for almost a decade, but have never really thought of it as home before. They’ve never felt like they ever had a home at all, even in their previous life before finding the Satanic Ministry. Perhaps now, things could start to change.

Sister Harlowe levels her gaze at Eros over her phone screen as they enter the common room of their dormitory. She immediately tosses it to the floor and doesn’t waste a second before launching into gossip mode. “So I heard you and the Cardinal boned in a confessional today.”

Eros groans. “How fast does word spread around here?”

“I just got back from fucking Papa Secondo.”

They groan again and bury their face in their hands.

“Are you actually embarrassed? That’s far from the most scandalous thing anyone’s done around here. I’m pretty there’s a ritualistic orgy happening like, two rooms down from us.”

Eros strains their ears for confirmation—the walls of the abbey are old and tend to be quite thin—and sure enough, the faint, wet sounds of mass carnal pleasure can be heard.

They take a deep breath to recenter themself. “No, I’m not embarrassed at all. The Cardinal is a very…attentive lover. And for the record, it was only oral.”

Harlowe grins wolfishly at the little nugget she was just given. “So how big is he?”

Eros can’t help but crack a wide, proud grin. “Huge.”

She howls with laughter and throws her head back, kicking her feet in amusement. “I fucking knew it! Pay up, Rosaleth.”

Sister Rosaleth retreats to her dorm with a grumble. While she’s gone, Harlowe holds up her hands to approximate size. She giggles in a way that almost sounds evil when Eros adds about inch with their own hands. They laugh along with her, delighted by her amusement.

Rosaleth returns with a handful of candy. The Siblings are fully taken care of by the Satanic Ministry in exchange for their asssitance with supporting the needs of the Papas and the clergy, so money doesn’t tend to be a concern for them. Food is also never a concern, but when the Siblings of Sin have debts to settle, candy tends to be the default bargaining chip despite its constant availability.

Eros listens to the animated chatter of their Sisters for a few moments before trying to make a silent retreat into their room for the night.

“Hey, Eros?” Harlowe calls after them. “You don’t need to hide in your room all the time. We’ve been roommates for years and we feel like we hardly know you. Come hang out with us for awhile, yeah?”

They’re stunned by the offer, but after they recover they nod and sit down on one of the flood cushions in between Harlowe and Rosaleth.

The former pushes a small candy bar into their hand with a smile. “I was just telling Rosaleth about my visit with Papa Secondo. He did this thing with a piece of ginger and some handcuffs…”

Eros smiles as Harlowe recounts her very eventful night with Secondo with the occasional anecdote supplied by Rosaleth. She also frequents his bed, but apparently much prefers Terzo’s company to his. Eros feels very much like a child at a slumber party as they eat candy and giggle over boys until late into the night. Nostalgia washes over them in gentle waves, warming them from the inside out.

When everyone finally exhausts their wealth of gossip and tales of sexual escapades, they collectively retire to sleep. Eros slides into bed with a contented smile on their face with a single word on their mind.

Home.

[mucillo]

Dis.di Dario Fo - 2010.

"Il Profugo" Marco Cinque

Ho venduto la mia storia

a uno scafista vestito di buio

lasciandomi dietro

una terra senza pace

Sono qui

inghiottito dentro un’oscurità sconosciuta

mentre percepisco il mare

venirmi incontro agli occhi

Sono qui, stordito

dall’assordare del motore

dagli spruzzi salati

dai pensieri che schizzano via come scintille

Sono qui, intirizzito

indifeso mentre accarezzo un sogno

col terrore

che si trasformi in incubo

Sono qui

in questa notte interminabile

lunga

più lunga di tutti i giorni della mia vita

Sono qui

dove tutto è riposto

in un orizzonte che non arriva mai

assieme a un ammasso di carne e speranza

Chissà, forse l’acqua che stiamo solcando

è fatta di lacrime piante da quelli come me

e forse è il nostro dolore

la sorgente che alimenta il mare che stiamo attraversando

Questi momenti stanno accadendo

dentro un tempo senza più tempo

dove le nostre vite sfrecciano via silenziose

conficcandosi nella più sordida assenza

Sono ancora qui

nonostante tutto, inseguito

dal riverbero del primo barlume

che mi chiama, mi chiama

come una madre chiama i suoi figli

Ma è troppo tardi, ormai

la mia strada

l’ha comprata uno scafista vestito di buio

che se ne sta lì, a poppa

tra me e il mio passato

Col primo bagliore

arriva anche un frammento di conforto

ma la luce vigliacca si accompagna di vento

e l’acqua adesso è veleno in tempesta

I corpi gridano, si aggrappano, scivolano

terrore e gorgoglii

inabissati tra flutti gelidi

infranti, su lingue taglienti di roccia

Questa terra che abbiamo sognato

sembra avere organizzato una festa

accogliendoci così

nel suo devastante abbraccio

E sono qui, superstite

in un luogo che puzza di civiltà

chiuso in questo campo di prigionia

che chiamano “centro di accoglienza”

L’esistenza di un profugo

è come una scatola cinese

esci da un inferno

per entrare in un altro

e in un altro, e in un altro ancora…

Sono fuggito dalla miseria

ho attraversato terre

mari, continenti

ho passato tutto questo

ma sono sempre qui

sempre qui, sempre qui…

convinto di non essermi mai mosso

Sì, sono sempre qui, accovacciato

con la testa stretta tra le mani

dondolandomi nella canzone degli addii:

“…ascolta le voci… ascolta le voci dal fondo del mare

non sono sirene cantare…”

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

A conversation i had with my friend two days ago is so Melonesca friendship coded 🤣🤣

Pesca * is sitting at the kitchen table, reading Vogue *

Melone * enters the room with eyebags as blue as ghiaccio's hair * "....io un ce la fo più..." ( i can't do this anymore...)

Pesca " ehm...tutto bene? Vuoi parlarne?" ( you good? Wanna talk about it? )

Melone " SO TRE GIORNI CHE DORMO DU ORE A NOTTE, UN CAGO DA NA SETTIMANA E CI SI METTE ANCHE I MI CAPO CO LA CAZZO DI CENA AZIENDALE DIOBOIA!!" ( I HAVEN'T SLEPT MORE THAN 2 HOURS PER NIGHT FOR THE LAST THREE DAYS, I CAN'T GO NUMBER 2 IN THE BATHROOM AND MY BOSS IS BUGGING ME ABOUT A STUPID COMPANY DINNER DIOBOIA)

Pesca * raised her hands in defeat * " okok stai calmo però maremma cignala, che voi una tisanina tu ti calmi un pohinino?" ( okok calm down geez, want a cup of herbal tea to soothe your nerves?)

Melone * sitting in front of her and starting to bang his head on the kitchen table * " MACCHÉ TISANINA!! A ME LA TISANINA MI FA UNA SEGA!! I VALIUM MI CI VOLE, LO XANAX, I PRAZOLAM QUALCOSA DI BONO!!" ( F*CK THE HERBAL TEA!! IT'S USELESS!! I NEED VALIUM, XANAX, PRAZOLAM, ANYTHING GOOD TO KNOCK ME OUT!!)

In the end they both lay on her bed, watching " Uomini e Donne " on his laptop and complaining about life 🤣

[valentina-lauricella]

In occasione della seconda visita della cugina Geltrude Cassi Lazzari a Recanati (colei per cui scrisse il Diario del primo amore - 1817)

ELEGIA II

Dove son? dove fui? che m’addolora? Ahimè ch’io la rividi, e che giammai Non avrò pace al mondo insin ch’io mora.

Che vidi, o Ciel, che vidi, e che bramai! Perchè vacillo? e che spavento è questo? Io non so quel ch’io fo nè quel ch’oprai.

Fugge la luce, e ’l suolo ch’i’ calpesto Ondeggia e balza, in guisa tal ch’io spero Ch’egli sia sogno e ch’i’ non sia ben desto.

Ahimè ch’io veglio, e quel che sento è il vero; Vero è ch’anzi morrò ch’al guardo mio Sorga sereno un dì su l’emispero.

Meglio era ch’i’ morissi avanti ch’io Rivedessi colei che in cor m’ha posto Di morire un asprissimo desio:

Ch’allor le membra in pace avrei composto; Or fia con pianto il fin de la mia vita, Or con affanno al mio passar m’accosto.

O Cielo o Cielo, io ti domando aita. Che far debb’io? conforto altro non vedo Al mio dolor, che l’ultima partita.

Ahi ahi, chi l’avria detto? appena il credo: Quel ch’io la notte e ’l dì pregar soleva E sospirar, m’è dato, e morte chiedo.

Quanto sperar, quanto gioir mi leva E spegne un punto sol! com’egli è scuro Questo dì che sì vago io mi fingeva!

Amore, io ti credetti assai men duro Allor che desiai quel che m’ha fatto Miser fra quanti mai saranno o furo.

Già t’ebbi in seno; ed in error m’ha tratto La rimembranza: indarno oggi mi pento, E meco indarno e teco, amor, combatto.

Ma lieve a comportar quello ch’io sento Fora, sol ch’anco un poco io di quel volto Dissetar mi potessi a mio talento.

Ora il più rivederla oggi m’è tolto, Ella si parte; e m’ha per sempre un giorno In miseria amarissima sepolto.

Intanto io grido, e qui vagando intorno, Invan la pioggia invoco e la tempesta Acciò che la ritenga al mio soggiorno.

Pure il vento muggia ne la foresta, E muggia tra le nubi il tuono errante, In sul dì, poi che l’alba erasi desta.

O care nubi, o cielo, o terra, o piante, Parte la donna mia; pietà, se trova Pietate al mondo un infelice amante.

Or prorompi o procella, or fate prova Di sommergermi o nembi, insino a tanto Che ’l sole ad altre terre il dì rinnova.

S’apre il ciel, cade il soffio, in ogni canto Posan l’erbe e le frondi, e m’abbarbaglia Le luci il crudo Sol pregne di pianto.

Io veggio ben ch’a quel che mi travaglia Nessuno ha cura; io veggio che negletto, Ignoto, il mio dolor mi fiede e taglia.

Segui, m’ardi, mi strazia, a tuo diletto Spegnimi o Ciel; se già non prima il core Di propria mano io sterpomi dal petto.

O donna, e tu mi lasci; e questo amore Ch’io ti porto, non sai, nè te n’avvisa L’angoscia di mia fronte e lo stupore.

Così pur sempre; e non sia mai divisa Teco mia doglia; e tu d’amor lontana Vivi beata sempre ad una guisa.

Deh giammai questa cruda e questa insana Angoscia non la tocchi: a me si dia Sempre doglia infinita e soprumana.

Intanto io per te piango, o donna mia, Che m’abbandoni, ed io solo rimagno Del mio spietato affetto in compagnia.

Che penso? che farò? di chi mi lagno? Poi che seguir nè ritener ti posso, Io disperatamente anelo e piagno.

E piangerò quando lucente e rosso Apparrà l’oriente e quando bruno, Fin che ’l peso carnal non avrò scosso.

Nè tu saprai ch’io piango, e che digiuno De la tua vista, io mi disfaccio; e morto, Da te non avrò mai pianto nessuno.

Così vivo e morrò senza conforto.

O sol, vedesti in tutto il mondo mai Tanto immenso dolor quant’io sopporto?

Ed ella m’abbandona; e tu che fai, Misero? come l’alma anco ti resta? Solo, in tanto desir come vivrai?

Gelo in mirar l’orribile tempesta Che m’aspetta, e gli affanni e i pianti e l’ire. O sventurato! Ei non può far che questa

Fera vita io sostenga: io vo’ morire.

[totally-normal-seal]

humangs teick wiith baas fish and tru fo chsowosivshov2 shcieehoveme sho ve mee into evwb badr mwrfal meral boz..

nott haoy

[tatrankyy]

Silenzio e solitudine avevano un'impressionante intensità nella notte del quartiere delle banche. Quartiere nottetem- po molto piú silenzioso e solitario di qualsiasi altro, proba- bilmente per contrasto con il fragoroso viavai di quei luoghi durante il giorno, il rumore, l'indicibile confusione, la fret- ta, l'immensa moltitudine che lí si agita durante le ore d'uf- ficio. Ma anche, quasi certamente, per la sacra calma e soli- tudine che vi regna quando il Denaro riposa. Dopo che gli ultimi impiegati e i direttori se ne sono andati, quando è fi- nito quel lavoro snervante e assurdo che vede un poveraccio che guadagna cinquemila pesos al mese maneggiarne cinque milioni ogni giorno, e vere e proprie moltitudini versare con infinita cautela pezzi di carta dotati di magiche proprietà, e sollecitamente, seppur con inverse precauzioni, ritirati da a- tre moltitudini ad altri sportelli. Tutto un processo magico e fantasmagorico, perché anche se loro, i credenti, si conside- rano gente pratica e realista, non rifiutano di accettare un pezzetto di carta sporca sul quale, solo con molta attenzio-ne, si può decifrare una specie di promessa assurda, in virtú della quale un signore che non firma neppure di propria ma- no si impegna, in nome dello Stato, a dare non so che Cosa al credente in cambio del pezzetto di carta. E la cosa piú cu- riosa è che a questa gente basta la promessa, perché, che io sappia, nessuno ha mai reclamato l'adempimento dell'impe- gno; e la cosa ancora più sorprendente è che, al posto di quel- le carte sporche viene generalmente consegnato un altro fo- glio piú pulito ma anche piú pazzesco, sul quale un altro si- gnore promette in cambio di quel biglietto di consegnare al credente una quantità dei suddetti pezzi di carta sporchi; in- somma qualcosa di molto simile a una pazzia al quadrato. E tutto in nome di una materia che nessuno ha mai visto e che dicono giaccia in Qualche Posto, ma specialmente negli Sta- ti Uniti, dentro caverne foderate d'acciaio. E che tutta que- sta storia sia una faccenda di religione lo indicano innanzitutto termini come credito e fiduciario.

Sopra eroi e tombe, Ernesto Sabato