#harry potter characters

[luv4freddie]

Polaroid Love - F.W

Fred goes to work with his father and comes home with a muggle Polaroid camera, deciding the best use of it would be to take horrendous pictures of his girlfriend.

Fred x fem!Muggleborn reader, established relationship, reader gets red, house and age not specific, tooth rotting fluff bc I love lovesick Fred, 1.2 k words

Being a muggleborn at the Weasley household was an experience, to say the least.

In the last week since you’ve been at the Burrow, you’ve explained what rubber ducks are for, how to operate a microwave, and Pythagorean theorem.

Today Aurthur took the boys to work with him, so you were currently helping Molly cook dinner.

You had yet to understand the witchy way of cooking, so you were stuck mixing a bowl by hand while Molly sent knives, pots, and pasta flying all across the room.

You ducked a flying cutting board right as the group of rowdy boys entered the front door, your boyfriends voice in particular carrying over the noise of clattering dish ware.

“Honey, we’re home.” Aurthur calls, and Molly meets them all at the door, asking you to ‘keep an eye on’ the multitude of activity in the kitchen.

You look around with wide eyes, imagining all the magical pots dropping to the floor and spoons stopping their stirring, Molly walking in and wondering how you were so incompetent that you would never be able to cook and therefore would be a horrible wife to her son.

You’re only snapped out of your reverie by a flash of light in your eyes, and you tumble back to your current environment— all the dishes are still floating, the spoons were still moving, and Fred was staring at you with a giant grin on his face.

“Hi Freddie!” You light up at the sight of your boyfriend, but don’t allow his attempt at hugging you, too focused on not disappointing your (hopefully) future mother-in-law.

“They’re not gonna stop working unless mom makes them, these things are always going.”

But you refuse to budge, and Molly walks in to see you holding your boyfriend away with one hand on his chest while you continue trying to stir with the other.

She lets out a laugh, telling Fred to leave you alone and go wash up before dinner.

“One kiss? Pleaseeee?” He gives you puppy eyes, and your face goes bright red.

“Not in front of your parents!” You hiss, but he steals a one anyway before running up the stairs and out of the way of the punch you tried to throw at him.

Molly pretends not to have seen, and you let your face cool down before asking what she wants you to do next.

Fifteen minutes later you’re sat at the large table, sandwiched between the twins while Ron talks to you from across the table.

“It was pretty fun, and we all got muggle souvenirs afterward, can you explain to me what this is?” He asks, holding up a PEZ dispenser with a cartoon character head on top.

You laugh, explaining how to get the candy out and watching as a few of the Weasley’s around the table stop to watch, Aurthur positively beaming at the discovery.

“Take a bite before dad can ask you something,” Fred whispers urgently in your ear, and you go to say something back but see Aurthur open his mouth on the other side of the table and you quickly scoop as much pasta into your mouth as you can fit.

You hear Fred laugh at you, and you turn to give him a glare; although it’s less scary due to the copious amounts of noodle hanging out of your mouth.

A flash once again momentarily blinds you, and you finally realize what it is when you see the small Polaroid camera in your boyfriend’s hand.

You go to yell at him, but still have pasta in your mouth so you settle for an angry groan and another smack to his arm.

You watch in horror as a piece of film comes out of the camera, which your boyfriend takes gingerly and looks at expectantly as it develops.

You finally manage to swallow your large bite, and you snatch the photo from his grasp, immediately being greeted by your own face, round with food in your cheeks and wide eyes while strands of pasta hang down your chin and sauce sits on the corners of your mouth.

“Freddie,” you groan in annoyance, but he just takes the photo back from your hands and looks at it proudly.

“It’s a lovely representation of you, darling.”

“It is not!!”

George is laughing too, and you turn back to your plate, trying not to think about the fact that your boyfriend now has two horrible pictures of you for keepsakes.

You try to help clean up after dinner, but Molly insists that someone else does it since you helped cook, so you head upstairs to your boyfriend’s room while Ron and Ginny grumble.

“Evening, love,” Fred greets as you enter the twins’ room.

“Y/n,” George greets as well, tipping his nonexistent hat to you before turning his back to you so he can start a letter to Angelina.

Your boyfriend uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you today.” He mumbles into your hair.

“It wasn’t even a full day,” you laugh, the sound muffled by his chest.

He scoffs, sitting down on his bed and pulling you onto his lap.

“So what, I’m not allowed to miss my girl?”

You feel your cheeks warming at the claim of being his, and you give him a teasing smile, “well when you say it like that..”

Before you can even move there’s another flash and you immediately groan, burying your head into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m really starting to resent your dad for getting you that.”

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter, but all he says is “I think it’s my second favorite possession.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pulling back so he can see it.

“Second favorite?”

“Yep. After these pictures.” He grins, now holding up all three photos he’s taken of you since being home.

“Why can’t you just take pictures like a normal person?” You ask, looking at the two new photos, the one from earlier of you with a wooden spoon in your hand and eyes looking around while bowls float around your head, and the newest one of you sat on Fred’s legs with pink cheeks and a grin on your face.

“Normal people don’t get to keep your happy face in their pockets though, now do they?”

You watch as he puts the photos back, and you melt at the thought of your boyfriend wanting to document your joy to keep as his own.

“I’m always wearing my happy face when I’m around you, Freddie.”

He grins (ignoring George’s gagging) and pulls you down onto his bed, smothering you in kisses until he can no longer keep himself up and your face is brighter than his hair.

“Guess I’ll have to get more film then.”

And he does.

In fact, by the time you get back to Hogwarts from the holidays he’s got a whole wall of polaroids .

You in his Christmas sweater with a proud smile on your face and an F across your chest, you being squeezed by his mother in the worlds tightest hug, you on a broom in his backyard and a quaffle in your arms, you asleep on his bed, even one of you puckering up as if to give the camera a kiss.

And no matter how many times he looks at them, Fred still stares at the photos with a lovesick smile on his face, absolutely in awe at the ability to capture pictures that are so you, so full of light and love that he feels like the luckiest man on Earth to get to be yours.

[aidulusion]

TRAIN RIDE

pairing : draco malfoy x fem!reader

word count : 676

summary : its your first train ride to hogwarts, and you just happened to share a compartment with a popular slytherin.

proofread? : yes.

creds to cafekitsune for the dividers!

You had been recently transferred because of your father’s new job in the ministry, it was your first day at Hogwarts and you were already in your 4th year.

There was din and chatter around the magnificent Hogwarts express which shined brightly in the daylight, uncountable young witches and wizards trying to make their way into the train.

You waited for the crowd to die down a bit before entering yourself, but you didn’t expect all the compartments to be full. After a while of wandering around, you finally found a not exactly empty compartment. There was a boy with pale blonde—almost white hair. Wearing formal clothing, and a ring on his index finger which had elegant diamonds attached on it. He was sitting beside the window, too focused on the lush green hills of Scotland to notice you.

Being the nice person you are, decided not to bother him and quietly sat down on the other side of the compartment.

It took him a moment to notice your presence in the compartment, and even longer to actually say something. 

“Haven’t seen you before.” He finally scoffed, causing you to look up and stop fidgeting with your hands. The way he spoke was not the nicest, but you decided to give him a half-hearted smile.

It took you a moment to figure out what to say, but you gained enough courage to actually start a conversation with him.

“I’m new here.. My father recently got a well paying job in the ministry. And you might be..?”

“Draco, Draco Malfoy.”

“Nice to meet you, Draco. I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

All he did was mutter out a small ‘nice to meet you too.’ before going silent again, but you decided that you were not going to make this uninteresting for yourself. 

The conversation you started went on for a good while, but awkward silence filled the room once again. Both of you were staring out the window, admiring the scenery of a beautiful sunset, you were starting to wonder how long the train ride would go on due to the fact that this was your first time on Hogwarts express. Slumber almost took over you, but you heard the blonde’s melodic yet irritating voice. “And, make sure not to fall asleep, a dementor might get you.”

He warned you, a mischievous intention behind his eyes. Those words completely freaked you out, you quickly straightened up your body and looked at him with a concerned expression. “THERE ARE DEMENTORS HERE!?” You almost yelled loud enough for the other compartments to hear, and the boy couldn’t help but snicker.

It took him a while to actually calm you down, making you realise that he was just messing around with you. It surprised him how a 4th year student could be so scared of a silly little joke, “perhaps she had been homeschooled”, he thought to himself.

“I doubt you’ll even survive at Hogwarts without any friends at this point.” 

Draco peeped, tilting his head slightly in sarcasm. You were taken aback by this statement and suddenly remembered that there won’t be a welcoming package for you in that place. A realisation of being all alone ruined your mood to the fullest, causing you to look down to your thighs again, but you heard the boy speak again:

“And, I’d like to volunteer, to be your first.. Friend.” He let the words out of his mouth quite hesitantly, it seemed as if he was saying something completely out of his character, the words almost seemed genuine coming out of him.

“Don’t get me wrong, but.. You really don’t seem like a guy who’d volunteer to be someone’s friend.” You confessed, causing the boy to let out a groan and for you to start laughing. 

You had heard people bad-mouth Slytherins when you were looking for a compartment, and this boy had just made you have second thoughts. Slytherins weren’t that bad. You’d be just as happy if you found yourself in Slytherin, and have Draco Malfoy as your first friend.

hope this made you feel a tad better.

@cryinginthemoonpool , @klynni <3

[cleake]

HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them

Warning: I didn't read the books, these are my headcanons and personal ideas for the characters. It's just for fun. :)

Harry:

-"Oh! Brilliant! Yeah, sure." -He is a bit shy, but flattered, very flattered -He sits in front of you, with a nervous smile, sometimes adjusting his glasses or hair -You assure him that he looks great and he relaxes a bit, sitting more comfortably -While you work he asks from time to time some questions about your drawing journey and listens closely to your answers -He thinks about how you're going to draw his scar, are you going to make it a key thing, or represent him in another way? -When you finish and show him your work he's astonished by your talent -"Wow! This is really good! I can keep it? Oh! Thanks!"

Ron:

-"You want to draw me? I don't think I'm that special." -He's a bit hesitant at first, he feels like he doesn't deserve attention, since he is not "The Chosen One" -But you make him believe otherwise -When sat down Ron is stiff, looking away from you, smiling nervously -You tell him that he looks great and he smiles a bit more confident -He suggests ideas on how you can present him, and he comes up with some sick propositions -Once you're finished he's so happy that he has something made by someone only for him -"Bloody hell, it's fantastic! You need to show your skill more often."

Hermione:

-"Draw me? Well if it makes you happy." -She pretends that it's nothing, she may look annoyed, but inside she cares -She fixes her hair or clothes when you aren't looking -She sits properly, legs together, hands on her lap, head slightly tilted, and a soft smile on her lips -She is mostly silent but asks you questions about what you are doing at a certain moment, she's curious -She's patient, giving you time to make your art perfect, she knows how hard it can be -She's very supportive when she sees your finished work -"This is lovely!"

Fred:

-"Oh yeah? So my beauty captured you this much?" -He's so happy about it but can help not to tease you -"Are you interested in a more intimate portrait?" -He sits in a confident way, taking a lot of space -He gives you ideas for the drawing, like how he could look good on a broom, or fighting You-Know-Who -After he's done with his jokes he lets you work in silence, just sometimes giggling to himself because of your focused expression -When you sometimes look up at him, he sends you a quick wink -He's very happy when you finish the drawing, he'll show it to his friends -"Thank you, dear, we can repeat this if you want."

George:

-"You got the right twin? Because I am not sharing this position." -He's more mature about this than his twin, but he has it in his nature to make some not-in-place comments -He gives you control, you decide how he sits or holds his hands -He's intrigued by how you work, but stays silent, just looking at you -He hums quietly, gently moving his head, when you tell him to stop moving he winks at you with a smirk, but completes your order -He's moved when he sees your done work, he feels appreciated for him -"Thank you, it's beautiful."

Ginny:

-"That's nice of you." -She doesn't ask a lot of questions, just lets you do your work -She's happy to pose for you, it makes her feel seen -She smiles when you accidentally make a silly face but doesn't point it out -When you're finished she takes a while to admire your work -"It's amazing, thank you."

Luna:

-"I would love to, sitting can be fun too." -She's very calm, listens to your instructions, and is very patient -She asks you how you got to draw, or what inspires you to create, she's nice to have conversations with -She has her glasses on her nose, sitting with her knees to her chest -When you're finished she's very happy -"Oh, it's magnificent. I am so happy to keep it."

Neville:

-"Me? Are you sure?" -He's very self-conscious, and thinks you're doing it out of pity, but you assure him it's not like that -He's very nervous, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you have to guide him a little bit -He thinks he looks bad at every angle, but you tell him that everything is perfect and that makes him feel a bit more confident -He is so grateful for this art piece, he keeps it close to him at all times -"Wow, that is so pretty, thank you Y/N."

Draco:

-"Why? For what?" -He doesn't feel comfortable with this and is suspicious you have bad intentions -But his pride wins over him and he lets you draw him -He sits proudly with a serious look on his face -He says nothing, just watches you, expecting your work will be not as high as his expectations -But he's shocked when he sees your done work -He keeps it in his room, away from others -"Well that's not as bad as I thought it will be."

Tom:

-"I can agree to that." -He sees this as an opportunity to capture his image for future -He wears his best suit, rings on his fingers, and in his hand a dark book -He sits with his head high, one leg on the other, leaning on the armchair -He doesn't talk but nods his head in approval when you stop drawing for a moment -He's very satisfied with the result and keeps the drawing well hidden -"That is good, thank you for your time."

[beingsuneone]

The One

SYNOPSIS: it would’ve been fun. If he would’ve been the one.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Goyle, Crabbe, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Voldemort

GENRE/AU: Angst, Unhappy ending, Arranged Marriage Au!, reader is married to Goyle (not by choice),

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Angst

A/N: *cough* the 1 by Taylor Swift was my inspo. *cough* header and dividers made by me. I would also like to make a part two to this. Note: Voldemort/Toms son Tom Jr who looks exactly like him! (Pre-Voldemort)!AU hope this helps.

DEDICATIONS: the people who voted for him in the poll :)

CREDITS: N/A

The silver band on your finger glistens in the bright lights of the wedding hall, looking anything but enticing; instead of a symbol of love and comfort, it was like a shackle that tied you to a man you didn’t love forever.

Your eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time this evening, trying to seek out a pair of familiar brown eyes— your heart drops for the millionth time this evening, and you realize all over again that no matter how many times your eyes search for his, it will not make him appear.

He won’t come, you know that now as your new husband leans over to ‘kiss the bride’.

You try to wipe the disappointment off of your face, let go of his messy brown curls and smooth words, his rough hands and intoxicating scent.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t yours to think about anymore; the man in front of you was.

Why your father thought a marriage alliance with Gregory Goyle would help your family, you’ll never know.

Worse, Goyle was, at one point, at least a decent friend of yours; You, Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Goyle, and Crabbe, used to strut around Hogwarts like you owned the place— let’s be honest, you damn near did. You and your protective group of Slytherins.

You allow your lips to touch Goyle’s for only a moment before you pull back and smile cordially; the two of you walk arm-in-arm down the aisle until you reach the doors at the end.

The moment you’re through, you push him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says sadly. “If I could have said no, I would have.”

You shake your head, not even listening. “He didn’t even come, Goyle. I thought he’d at least try.”

Goyle sighs. “It wasn’t up to any of us. Not even Mattheo.”

Your eyes sting so you force your face to go deadpan and stare at Goyle. “I will always love you as a friend, Goyle, but I will never love you as anything more.” You say, retreating towards your dressing room.

He says nothing in return. He doesn’t need to. The feeling is mutual.

You enter your dressing room and release a strained breath, resting your head against the door after you close it.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to daydream; to think what this day would be like if Mattheo was the one wearing a suit, the one saying his vows and sliding a ring onto your finger. You let yourself imagine all of the things you would’ve shared with him in this alternate reality, all the joy you might’ve felt. The future you might’ve been able to look forward to.

A tear slips silently down your cheek as your throat closes, suffocating you in the feelings you wish you were feeling.

Someone clears their throat and your eyes fly open, as your whole body snaps stick straight.

It’s your father, sitting eery and alone in a dark room. “You had to grow up one day, Y/n,” he says as his cold gaze sweeps over you. “Stop running around with that Riddle kid and risking your future.”

You shake your head. “The only real future I had was with him, Father.” You tug on the skirt on your wedding dress, and then your hair. “All this— this glamour and camaraderie is you, father, you playing puppeteer with real live people. I don’t know what status you think you’ll get from Goyle, of all people.”

Your father just sneers and pulls up his sleeve— an elaborate tattoo meant to symbolize his allegiance to Voldemort. The dark mark. He says, “You know exactly who that boy’s father is, and exactly where that puts me in relation.” He pauses. “This is what the Dark Lord wanted, Y/n.”

“…what?” Your mouth hangs open, and you wonder why the dark lord would want to torment you personally. “Why would he… I don’t understand.”

Your father just brushes past you and twists the door open. “If the Dark Lord doesn’t tell, you do not ask.”

……

“You’re going to marry him, right?” Pansy asks, smiling at you in the way that friends do when you have a crush on someone.

You shrug, playing it cool but despite your heart going a thousand miles a minute; excitement courses through your veins at the thought of Mattheo. “I think we’d have to become an actual thing first, Pansy.” You laugh.

She winks at you playfully. “I don’t think that’ll take too long, Y/n, He is whipped for you.”

You shake your head. “He is not.” Your heart still flutters.

“He is.” A new voice cuts in, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to face Mattheo, who is now leaning in the doorframe.

What an entrance.

Pansy looks between the two of you and smirks mischievously. “I‘ll leave you two alone and go bug Blaise.” She slips past Mattheo.

You can’t meet his eyes as you grin stupidly at the floor, and the shirt in your hand.

“You talk about me often?” He says, settling on the floor next to you; he breaks you out of your stupor by gently tugging the shirt out of your hands.

You finally look at him. “No, only when Pansy brings you up. Which is always.” You bite your lip as you smile. “I don’t mind it though, you’re one of my favourite subjects.”

“That’s good,” he agrees, toying with a lock of your hair. “I think the guys are sick of hearing about you.”

“Of course they are,” you banter, “They already know everything about me.”

Mattheo leans in closer. “I don’t think they know everything.” His head dips down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “They wouldn’t know what your lips feel like, would they?”

He bridges the gap and the two of you spent what is probably several minutes just kissing, and when he pulls away you’re breathless.

“No, I don’t think they know that.” Your voice comes out high-pitched, still trying to catch your breath both mentally and physically.

“I hope they never find out.” He says quietly.

You nod absent-mindedly. “Me too.”

….

You sigh deeply and set down the box in your new living room. Trying to put a positive spin on it, you think about how it won’t be terrible living with a friend instead of your parents, who were never there when they needed to be and always there when you needed them to leave.

Emotionally and physically.

You and Goyle are throwing a housewarming party, per his mothers request; so, technically this box really shouldn’t be in this room right now. It needs to be prepped for the party.

Goyle walks into the room. “Malfoy wants to know if he should invite Mattheo.”

You shrug. “Tell him to invite him, I don’t think he’ll show up either way.” Getting over Mattheo has not been easy, and when you think about him, his absence still sends several intense stabs through your heart.

You can still feel the ravines where the cracks in your heart formed. If he did show up, it would either put you on the path to healing or destroy you all over again and possibly forever.

You were fully prepared for the latter if it meant seeing him one last time.

But he won’t show, just like he wasn’t there when you really needed him just a few months ago, when some other man’s ring was being slipped onto your finger and you were near powerless to stop it.

Goyle stares at you for minutes, as if you’re fragile and need to be handled gently. “It is short notice.”

You pick the box back up and walk past him, just to stop at the foot of the stairs. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Then, you go upstairs and place the box in the guest bedroom. You have all this space in your new house and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Rooms filled with expectations and soured dreams.

….

Parties should be fun; this cake, considering it’s your favourite flavour, should taste good. You’re surrounded by the faces of your closest friends, all your family— though you aren’t fond of many of them— and all of Goyle’s family. Yet, all you feel is unfulfilled aching for Mattheo.

You feel so pathetic, always thinking about Mattheo, always relating everyone moment to your first love.

But you had wanted him to be your last. Your only. Your everything.

Draco is here, and he’s the one who asked about inviting Mattheo, so you’re pretty sure he’s not coming and you know you absolutely shouldn’t ask.

Instead, you stare at Draco as you eat the tasteless cake, wishing he’d somehow understand what you wanted to know.

Doesn’t help that he’s across the room.

“Y/n, come upstairs for a minute.” Pansy says, dragging you away from the party and into your bedroom. Or what will be your bedroom, anyways.

When the door has shut and she’s locked it, she turns back to you. “You can’t spend the whole party pining over the possibility of Mattheo showing up, Y/n; I know how much he means to you but you have to accept that you’re married and it’s over. You’re only going to hurt yourself more if you keep obsessing over this.”

You reel back, though you’re thankful for how bluntly Pansy says it. “I know, Pansy, I know. I just— I don’t know if can ever get over him. I mean…” You trail off trying to find your words. “Goyle was probably the last person out of our group that I would’ve chosen if I couldn’t have Mattheo. Truly, I think I could live if it was Enzo, or Theo, or even Draco, but not Goyle.”

She sighs. “But it’s not them, and it is Goyle.”

“So, what now?” You huff. “I’m just supposed to… I don’t know, keep his house and have his kids?”

Pansy’s eyes soften but she doesn’t respond; its a rhetorical question and there really isn’t any proper answer for it.

Then, there is a knock at the door. Pansy unlocks and opens the door, just enough for her to see who it is.

When she does, she says nothing. You watch her slip out the door before you even see who is behind it.

And then he steps in.

Mattheo Riddle.

“Hello, Y/n.” He says, so plainly as though he hasn’t just affected you in more ways than you could ever possibly count.

You look away. “You actually came.”

He clears his throat. “I did.”

You can almost picture him a few years back, standing in your dorm room door, smiling at you in that teasing way that made you knees weak.

Except he’s not smiling, and there is absolutely nothing blissful about this moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Mattheo shuts the door behind him. “If it changes anything at all.”

…..

“There’s something I want to tell you, y/n.” Mattheo says one day, cryptically. “I’m just not sure if I should yet.”

You brush his hair out of his face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, whenever you’re ready.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not disagreeing. “I’m worried you’ll see me differently.”

“There is nothing in the world that could make me see you differently, Mattheo.”

He seems sated by your words, and pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a long while before he finally says, “I’ll tell you, but not today.”

You nod silently and focus on the feel of his arms around you, not wanting to take a single moment with him for granted.

…..

“What is it, Mattheo?” You say exhaustedly while you sit down on the mattress. “What could you say that would change anything?”

He takes a deep breath and sits beside you. “I know why this is happening, why Voldemort singled you out.”

You look up at him. “Mattheo…” trailing off, you stare at his sleeve in horror, dreading what you think he’s going to say. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

He furrows his eyebrows, following your gaze; when he realizes, his eyebrows shoot up again. “No! No, That’s not why I know.”

You visibly deflate with relief. He instinctively curls his arm around you but then quickly pulls it away. “Okay,”

He chuckles dryly. “My reason is actually much worse.” Mattheo pauses, blowing out a breath. “I’m his son.”

.

.

.

After a moment's hesitation, you shoot up from your spot, your eyes blown wide with disbelief. “Mattheo, you cannot be serious.”

He stands up, and sits you back down, trying to keep you calm. “It’s not like I want to advertise that my father is the most notorious dark wizard in history.” He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair out of your face, like you used to do to him so many times. “But he didn’t want you with me, Y/n, all of this is happening to you because of me.”

He sinks down to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“So,” You start. “I was personally targeted by the dark lord because you couldn’t bother to mention what’s probably a very important detail.”

His fingers tighten around yours. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I told you, and then, by the time you were engaged, it was too late.”

You push his hands away. “Mattheo, I would have loved you no matter what you told me.” The hurt in your voice makes him back away from you and you can see the pain swirling in his eyes too.

“I told you. You know. Now, we can fix this.”

“No, Mattheo,” You stand up and push him towards the door. “It’s too late. You’re too late.”

He shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, it’s not.” Mattheo tries to stop you from opening the door but ultimately you push him over the threshold. “Please, Love, We can make it work— we could run away, do anything— please.”

You can’t look at him as you speak, while tears flow freely down your cheeks. “We were something, don’t you think so?”

His face falls, and you can see his heart shatter— you can feel your heart mirror his.

Perhaps, though, the most painful part is when he replies; “Yeah, we were.”

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[gulnarsultan]

Ok but imagine newt and you having some "intimate" moment and when newt turns to his nightstand to turn on the lamp (so he can go to the bathroom without tripping on his own feet) he just sees Teddy -who's slowly putting a stolen coin into his pouch- staring right at his soul. idk why put i laughed my ass off thinking about it

You have written a very funny and sweet script. I like it.😊🥰

Reader and Newt are resting in their beds after a sincere and loving union. New sits up in bed to get water. However, he turns on the lamp so as not to be clumsy. Meanwhile, he notices that Teddy is on the nightstand trying to get the coin.

"Teddy."

You are smiling at this sweet scenario. Moments with Newt are never boring.

[aboutwerewolves]

Maybe I am too busy being yours

to fall for somebody new

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin!reader (drabble) Summary: Mattheo gets jealous. That's it. A/n: I was thinking of this specific scenario during my daydreaming. SO I've decided to write it. Inspired from the lyric "Maybe I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new CW: my shitty writing, fluff, hurt/comfort, mattheo being insecure and jealous, ooc mattheo ig

You were walking with Harry to the great hall for breakfast. You had been good friends despite you being a Slytherin. Harry needed some help figuring out a spell and Hermione was busy and you were more than happy to help. Early in the morning you had met Harry in the library as your schedule was filled up later. You both were now catching up while moving towards the Great Hall. Bidding your goodbyes, you made your way towards your boyfriend who was staring at you with an unknown expression brewing in his eyes.

"Good morning love" you greeted only to earn back silence. "Good morning theo." you said a bit louder, he just stared at you and went back to eating. Furrowing your eyebrows, you further poked at him, "What's wrong theo?" Silence was all you got. After the breakfast he quickly stood up and made his way to the slytherin common room. It was empty as most of the students were enjoying themselves outside in the snow. You were quick to follow.

"Mattheo Riddle, if you think I'm going to let you off that easily then you are highly mistaken." you raised your voice a bit and made him turn towards you. "What's the matter love?" you spoke again in a soft voice. "Why don't you just be with that damn Potter?" he snarked. You blinked and stayed silent for a few seconds processing that he was in fact jealous and burst out laughing. He stared at you with a confused look. You managed to compose yourself and then spoke to him," Hey, love he's just a friend. He wanted some assistance with some spells and I got up early to help him so I can spend the rest of the day with you. I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. I love you theo. Only you." You tiptoed to kiss him softly, he returned the kiss. "Now I feel like an idiot, I love you too." he mumbled against your lips. "Lets go outside?" your offered and he nodded. You spent the day walking in the snow, making snow angels and having snow fights with the rest of your friends.

[hibiscusfairys]

☕️ draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 1 (hufflepuff fem reader)

photo from pinterest

♪ the other woman — jeff buckley

♡ warnings: angst

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

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You saw how he looked at her.

Astoria Greengrass — a beauty, no doubt. A head of hair brown and gorgeous, a personality kind and thoughtful, and alluring dark eyes like liquor.

What made it worse, is that she was good natured to you too.

It only made you love her more, but jealousy engulfed you like a blanket, wrapping you warm, yet you were still cold.

You had always admired her.

The guilt was too heavy to weigh.

It was 4th year when you began falling for the blonde boy, when you were paired with him in potions. You couldn’t fathom why or how your feelings for him formed, especially when he had a cruel mouth, in which he wasn’t afraid to open. He was a spoilt, arrogant person. And his family was no better.

You both had obvious differences — you were an ordinary girl, a muggleborn. You were also placed into Hufflepuff, a house unfairly stereotyped for their sensitivity and unwillingness. But you knew they were all much more than what people believed. He, on the other hand, was a Slytherin, a pureblood, and seemingly compassionless.

You faced the many difficulties of working with him. Being disrespected was an often thing, but you persevered through it until he began to unfold. He eventually got used to you, a few remarks were still thrown around here and there however, deepening your insecurities the more you were around him. Every time his gaze landed on you, you felt like sinking deep into an empty hole. Although, you knew a heart was hiding beneath his thick skin.

The unpredictable, and possibly accidental warm gestures he made, sparked something. You began to feel insecure around him, but for different reasons. You wanted to look and feel pretty.

You were normal, to him.

To him, he felt no spark. He indeed, found you exceptionally ordinary, and even quite embarrassing. You weren’t a Slytherin, and you weren’t of high prestige like him. To be caught talking to a Hufflepuff of muggle blood was something he’d usually avoid.

That’s when you asked him to help you pack away the lesson equipment, when his gaze landed on Astoria. You saw his eyes enchant with delight. Of course, who wouldn’t look at a girl like her and not feel something? She was gorgeous.

But it speared your heart deep.

Her perfection only made it worse.

He began to distance himself from you in order to get closer to the girl. Your stomach churned the more he spoke, and the more the smiled. The more his vision lay on her, you were swarmed with envy. You wanted to rid of it badly, due to the guilt of feeling such emotion towards her. She had never done you wrong, and you were slowly beginning to resent her. How immature it was to dislike a girl for being loved by the boy you liked. But you admired her too, a role model who was so perfect it was impossible.

The Yule Ball came around, and that’s when things only got worse. You were waiting, and waiting to be asked, but your heart stood empty. You even asked a few people, but they were already taken. And you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance with Draco, as Astoria was apart of his life. Your impatience began to grow, along with your heartache.

“What’s wrong with you?” The boy asked, solemn. His concern was little in his voice, almost as if he was condescending.

You performed a smile on your face. “Nothings wrong, just having difficulty finding someone.”

Draco looked at you awkwardly. “…Oh.” He was unsure of how to respond, and was cautious about being seen by his friends. The teasing would last for weeks.

You looked up at him, noticing his pale face. “Say, are you going with anybody?” You already knew the answer, but a chance was still there, and you clung onto it for dear life.

“Yes,” He responded, rubbing his neck. “Greengrass’ agreed to go with me.” His lips curled at the mention of her name, his face blushing with a red hue.

“Oh, that’s great then..” You responded, your voice quietened in disappointment.

“What’s with the sad response?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You were kind of.. the last person I would ask. Everyone else I’ve asked already had someone.” You replied, knowing that, and him loving somebody else also.

“Oh,” He said, guilt not present. “Going by yourself isn’t bad though.”

His cold words were enough to freeze. A lump in your throat began to form, composure slipping. “Yes, it isn’t too bad..” It was a one time experience. Why couldn’t you have the joy everyone else shared? Going by yourself would ruin the entire party, and it wouldn’t be worth going.

“Or maybe, just don’t go.. I don’t know. If you don’t have a date, what’s the point?” He remarked, unknowing of the pain that laced his words. He noticed the usual smile on your face begin to disappear, and your face looked slightly pained. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean it in that way.”

“Maybe you didn’t.” You snapped, your voice wavering. “But what could I have expected from you? That you’d comfort me, and reassure me that it’s alright? That would be delusional.”

He appeared shaken by your response, as if he was expecting you to agree and understand. But this time, you had enough.

“I’m glad you get to go with Astoria, Draco. You are one lucky guy. Do you treat her the same you do me?”

“No, I don’t,” He retorted. “You know I can’t, for one, I like her. I don’t like you like her.”

“I know that!” You hissed. “But at least think twice before you say something, you prick.”

You grabbed your bag, sliding it off of the table. An empty glass vial shattered onto the floor.

“You’re too touchy.” He whispered under his breath, huffing as he followed after you.

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thank u for reading!!!! im doing a part two to this too, i want there to be a happy ending cause ik ill be too broken without one lol :(

[viktheviking1]

I am convinced that actor Robert Pattinson is trying (and succeeding) to act in every major fandom

[ygreczed-hp]

The Marauders

Sirius’s so hot omg

[thecrystalquill]

Just out of curiosity…

Sticking to canon events from the books/movies:

Personal biases aside - think about plot purposes and characters’ relationships

(Please reblog so we can get more votes for accurate answers)

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Ted Tonks.

Face-claim: Matthew Gray Gubler.

Requested by: @thxtandromedatonks

[drawinggoose]

Unfortunately, I haven't done anything new recently (work and real life), so instead I decided to post some of these OLD drawings. HP characters, mostly the baddies.

[thatslytherinbitch54]

My fellow Slytherins!!! 💚💚💚

This, for me at least, is a hard question, I love them all really but, ima go with Draco (Theo is a close favorite tho) 💚💚💚

(I’m so mad that I couldn’t fit Scorpius, Albus and, Slughorn >:c)

[if-found-return-to-sender]

Just For You~ Bill Weasley

Y/H means your house.

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Spending the summer with the Weasleys was something that Y/n thought would be full of stories and none of the romance.

However, the twins never told her that their older brother Bill would be home during those months.

Arriving with trunks from the past school year, kid after kid entered into the cozy burrow that belongs to the Weasley family. The home quickly filled up to the brim with conversations between one another about how it felt good for the school year to be over.

After another hectic year of Harry Potter's antics. This time producing a tight-knit group known as Dumbledore's Army. And the death of Y/n's father Sirius Black.

All they could talk about was the impending war that was to come at any day now. The kids are all being quickly shushed by Mrs. Weasley to not talk about something so foolish. Threatening them with a wooden spoon she was using to cook dinner with.

Sitting at the kitchen table watching it all, Y/n Black, the twin's longest friend was scared at what could happen within the coming years, and what might happen to her family. The only one she wants to keep safe, the only ones she has left.

Y/n just finished her wizarding education at Hogwarts and doesn’t know what to do now. Her being just a year older than the twins. Becoming their friend by helping them out of trouble on way more than one occasion.

As of now, this is all she has left. Them and the Order of Phoenix.

All Y/n would like to do is have a great summer after the horrible school year she had. Sitting at the table she closes her eyes just enjoying the bickering between Ginny and Ron, listening to prank planning in the room upstairs, Hermione giving Harry a lecture on why he needs to be careful, and Mrs. Weasley humming to herself as she cooks. Then she hears it. Someone apparates onto the grass field outside the Weasley home.

Quickly Y/n stands and is out the door before anyone can ask her where she’s going. She’s quick to get to the field wand at the ready. Only to see another redhead.

She still points her wand at the stranger, not knowing if she can trust him or not. She doesn’t really do the whole trust thing anymore.

Everyone else in the house is quick to follow her out of the house into the yard. Mrs. Weasley is first to run to the man and gives him one of her famous hugs saying, “My boy how good it is to see you. How… Why… you know what it doesn’t matter you are here now and that is all that matters.”

Another one is all that Y/n can think in that moment of seeing this play out in front of her.

“You have another brother?” Y/n asks George.

“Yeah,” George says. “We never told you,” Fred chimed in.

“NO, you never told me!” Y/n exclaims, “Any more siblings I should know about.”

“The only other one you haven’t met yet is Charlie but he’s in Romania having fun with dragons,” Fred says.

The twins walk away from Y/n and towards their brother.

Y/n finally gets a good look at the oldest Weasley boy taking in every feature he has. From the scars dawning his face to the rugged look of his hands to the broad and muscular shoulders that top out his frame. All she can do is admire him and She doesn’t know his name yet.

She retreats into the house to evade the twins and pushing questions she knows they might ask. Only to pass Ginny on her way into the house.

“You fancy Bill don’t you,” she asks you.

“You fancy Harry,” Y/n quips back at her. Leaving the youngest Weasley in a flustered state.

The very short conversation with Ginny makes Y/n walk even faster to get into the house before anyone else can bother her with questions. Not until dinner was ready.

So she stayed in Ginny’s room reading a book until Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. This is followed by the heavy footsteps of the boys spilling out of what Y/n assumed was Bill’s bedroom.

She as well made her way down the stairs into the almost full dining room with one empty seat between Bill and George. This seat must be where Charlie would sit when he was home.

Y/n makes her plate with the delicious food being passed around the table from one person to another. She begins to eat without saying a word to anyone, and nobody questioned it. Y/n wasn’t quiet because she was sitting between the two Weasley boys but because this reminds her of one of the few memories she has with her father. Christmas at Grimmauld Place was a weird and untraditional one, but it was a good definition of the people Y/n calls her family.

So the people around her carried on their conversations without including her in them. The many conversations happening around her get drowned out by the rapid heartbeat Y/n can hear next to her. Leaving Y/n to say.

“Are you okay?”

But it’s not to George, its to Bill.

Bill says nothing but continues to eat and pick at the food in front of him.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you okay?” this time Y/n nudges him to try and get a response from him.

“Hmm.. oh yeah I’m fine,” Bill responds.

“Go outside get some fresh air, before your heart bursts,” Y/n says back to him.

“I can’t they’ll know somethings off with me,” he says.

“Follow me,” She says.

With that Y/n stands grabs her plate and walks outside. Nobody says a word as she walks out, they only stare at her. When she’s finally outside there are hushed whispers about if she’s okay or not.

Bill quickly stands and follows Y/n out taking his plate with him too. Closing the door behind him he sees Y/n using her wand to get a blanket out of the open window of the twins’ room laying it on the grass in front of her.

“I think you may have followed me too quickly,” she says with a little chuckle, “sit.”

Y/n sits on the blanket patting the spot next to her inviting Bill to sit down on the blanket.

“So mystery girl tell me something about yourself,” Bill says breaking the silence.

“We both know that the twins told you everything about me. So how about we start with you telling me about yourself,” Y/n says back to him.

“You’ve got me. They talk about you quite regularly,” Bill responds.

“Yeah they’ll do that when you get them out of trouble with Snape,” Y/n says. “You got them out of trouble with Snape! How did you do that? I would honestly like to know for the next time I have to encounter that man,” Bill chuckles.

“Well, the twins had started hexing cauldrons left out in the positions classroom, and snape found out. So what I did was hex his wand into casting the hex while he was in his office. Made one of the cauldrons go off on my way out. The man was confused for weeks trying to figure out who and how this happened to his wand,” she explains to him, “he was more worried about his wand than what the twins did to the cauldrons.”

Bill lets out laughter the entire time Y/n is explaining to him what happened. Y/n smiling as Bill’s laughter dies down.

“So tell me about yourself. Hell, I don’t even know what your name is,” Y/n says to him.

“Well to start off with my name is William but everyone calls me Bill,” he responds.

“Solid start,” she quips.

“I’m the oldest Weasley. The one everyone looks up to. Went to Hogwarts graduated and became a curse breaker, with the scars to prove it. That’s the extent of my life so far,” he finishes.

“Why was your heart beating so fast while sitting at the table?” she asks.

“You could hear my heart?” he asks.

“I asked you a question first,” she spits out quickly.

“When I was on a case I got to see first hand just what those death eaters are capable of. It scares me about what could happen to my family if they get the thought that we’re helping Harry,” he fastly explains.

“I saw what they’re capable of too. I saw that Bellatrix didn’t even second guess herself when she killed my father. She killed someone from her own family. It makes me believe they’ll do anything to win the war. The one that’s coming. It’s only a matter of time till they reach someone you love,” Y/n says back.

Y/n moves the plate from her lap onto the grass beside her. Looking up at the sky. “Enjoy the time you have with them now before the war officially starts,” she says to him, “I would give everything for just one more moment with my dad. Just one more. Then again everyone says that when they loose someone they love.”

“I enjoy every minute with them. Even the rocky moments and arguments I love it. I would even go to say that I missed it while I was away,” he says back.

“Yeah, I missed it too during every school break. No matter how mad the twins drive every waking moment,” Y/n chuckles, making Bill chuckle as well.

A silence fills the void of conversation while the two of them finish eating their dinner outside on Fred’s quilt.

Once Y/n is done with her food she sets the plate to the side and lays on her back to look up at the starry sky. She listens in on Bills heart again for background noise only to find it racing only slightly this time.

“You wanna ask me a question or something?” Y/n asks Bill.

“How did you know?” He says.

“You’ve been quiet for too long for you not to be contemplating something, and everyone wants to ask me questions since they now know who I truely am. So I assumed,” she says back in a hurry.

“Well you’re right. I was goin-” he cut off.

“As I usually am,” she says,” continue.”

“I was going to ask, What house your mom was in? I ask only because you’re a Y/H and your dad was a Gryffindor, so what was your mom,” He asks.

“She was also a Gryffindor. To be honest I think that was the only thing my parents had in common.” she answers,” Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

Bill’s eyes go wide. He didn’t think that he would be asked a question in return for his, but the possibilities of what the question could be were endless. “Okay,” is all he can say.

“What’s your patronous?” she asks.

Bill brings his eyebrows together in confusion at the random question that came from her mouth.

“What!? It’s my favorite thing to find out when I meet new witches and wizards. You would be shocked at how big of a tell it is of someones personality. So what is yours?” she babbles.

“How about just for you, I show you instead of tell you,” he responds.

“Okay, I’m waiting,” she sasses back.

Bill pulls out his wand and casts the much anticipated spell. Y/n was in shock at the animal the light formed.

A lion plain as day.

When the animal disappears Bill turns to look at Y/n and the look on her face. He wasn’t expecting to see the shocked expression on her face, and immediately starts thinking the worst.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he quickly asks her.

“I’m fine. I need to show you something though,” she says back to him.

Her response confuses Bill, but he sits back and lets her do what she needs to. She pulls her wand out again to cast her patronus.

“Expecto Patronum,” she whispers. The light flows from her wand and begins to take shape of an animal. The light takes shape. And it takes shape of a lioness.

It now dawns on Bill that together their patronuses create a matching set. This is something that Y/n hadn’t heard of since James and Lily Potter. Y/n is waiting for Bill to say something after showing him her patronus, nervous he won’t say anything.

“That’s incredible. I haven’t heard of anyone having previous matching patronuses before they meet. Well I have but only once and that was between Lily and James Potter. That is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me,” he rambles with a smile.

“It is the rarest thing for people with matching patronuses to meet. I haven’t even met another person with any kind of lion patronus.” Y/n says in shock.

“Well I guess now you have,” he quips back.

“I guess we have to get married now,” she says sarcastically.

“I think we should start with at least a relationship first,” he says back to her.

“Yeah, I guess we should,” she replies.

[thatdammchickennugget]

[gulnarsultan]

Newt Scamander with a drunk reader who's flirting with him by just throwing random (magical or not) animal facts and staring at him lovingly like

"did you know scientists gave found the whole Alpha alphabet and numbers on butterflies wings?"

"Oh yeah? That's a quite fascinating fact, my love" (he's thinking about cataloguing the reader's behavior as a mating ritual at thus point)

Newt's face is red with embarrassment. He smiles at this state of the reader. In fact, she thinks these compliments of him are sweet. With the reader, there is a high probability that at these moments he will confess his hidden feelings for her. If they are in a relationship, he is brave to tell her about his love. These moments most likely end with Newtin putting the reader's bed into bed and wishing him good night.