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I See You - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theodore steps in when Draco corners you Words: 1.8k Warnings: fluff really Notes: I blanked while writing this as I've had Theodore Nott brainrot recently so don't mind me if I post a few Theodore stories

Y/N’s POV

Today was meant to be a peaceful day with Harry still at Hogwarts with Remus and Ron and Hermione off giggling like a lovesick couple. Hogsmead is ever so pretty covered in a blanket of snow and the bustles of students here to have fun and buy each other last minute Christmas gifts. But, of course, I can’t have anything nice as I round the corner from where I left Ron and Hermione in The Three Broomsticks I bump into a familiar blond. 

The sneer ever present on Draco’s face as he shoves me away from him, causing me to stumble and before I know it I’m on my ass in the not so pretty snow. I just shake my head, pushing myself up from the snowy ground, brushing the cold flakes clinging to my jeans. Draco’s mocking laughter fills the air, eyes narrow with distain as he looks down at me like I’m dirt under his shoe.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Weasley girl,” He sneers, tone dropping with derision, “As expected, stumbling through life like your family stumbles through poverty.” 

I take a deep breath, refusing to let Draco’s words bring me down, his little jabs always hurting but I’m never gonna let him see it so instead I meet his gaze with a defiant glare, sneering back, “Does your mother always look at you like she’s stepped in shit?” 

A flicker of something flashes across his face, but before I can decipher it he quickly regains his composure, “Watch your tongue, Weasley. You may think you're clever, but you'll always be just another insignificant blood traitor," he spits. 

I stand my ground, refusing to back down. "Oh, Draco, I would rather be a blood traitor than a heartless coward who hides behind his family name and pure-blood arrogance," I shoot back, my voice filled with determination. "At least I know the value of true friendship and the strength that comes from standing up for what's right. Something you'll never understand.” 

It all sounds so cliche and stupid but the surrounding students watching the exchange have mixed expressions, some wearing smirks of satisfaction at my words while others hold their breath, waiting to see how Draco will respond. But before he can retort, a tall figure steps forward, silently wedging himself between Draco and me. It's Theodore Nott, his typically enigmatic expression softened with a touch of resolve. Without saying a word, he calmly places a hand on Draco's shoulder and pushes him away, creating a safe space for me to stand. However, he may have pushed a little too hard as Draco stumbles backwards, momentarily taken aback by one his best friends apposing him let alone standing up to him. 

Draco is tall but Theodore stands taller, an undeniable air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His raven black hair, somehow perfect tousled, frames his striking features, drawing attention to his piercing blue eyes that hold a depth of mysteries. There’s an intriguing allure about him, an enigma that seems to follow his every move. 

With a subtle gesture, Theodore motions for Draco to dare take another step closer, the weight of his actions speaking volumes. The surrounding students, captivated by the unfolding scene, exchange whispers and glances filled with admiration and surprise. 

Draco, shaken by the unexpected opposition from one of his closest friends, regains his composure. His pride wounded, he attempts to mask his disbelief with a haughty glare. However, the cracks in his facade are evident. It's a rare sight to witness someone challenge Draco, and the students relish in the spectacle, some fighting back grins of satisfaction and with one final sneer Draco turns on his heels and struts away. 

There’s a flicker of concern behind Theodore’s piercing blue eyes as they shift their focus to me, a genuine care that sets my heart at ease. With a gentle smile, he takes a step closer, his voice resonating with a warmth that catches me off guard. 

“Are you alright?” Theodore’s voice, smooth and velvety, reaches my ears like a soothing melody. I think it’s the first time I’ve truly heard him speak, and there’s a captivating timbre to his words - a perfect harmony of confidence and tenderness. I find myself momentarily entranced by his presence, the way he effortlessly brushes a bit of snow out of my hair, his touch sending a gentle shiver down my spine. 

With a grateful smile, I reply, “Thank you Teddy, let me buy you a drink to make up?” The air around us seems to hold a certain electricity, a shared moment that lingers in the wintry atmosphere.

Theodore’s eyes widen slightly and I’m not sure if it’s at my offer or the fact I called him ‘Teddy’ without thinking about it, but either way, surprise mingles with the lingering warmth in his gaze. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he considers my proposition and after a moment of silent contemplation he’s nodding and accepting my invitation. 

“Teddy?” He asks quietly, almost shyly, as we turn back and head towards The Three Broomsticks, the thoughts of Butterbeer already warming the chill working its way into my bones. A soft blush creeps up my cheeks as I meet his gaze, finding comfort int he genuine warmth radiating from him. 

“Yes, Teddy,” I respond with a gentle nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, “If that’s okay with you? It feels right.” The admission carries a sense of vulnerability, as if I’m opening a door to something new, embracing the familiarity that seems to have effortlessly blossomed between us. 

A genuine smile spreads across Theodore’s face, eyes crinkling at the corners as he mumbles, “I like it.” There’s a softness in his expression as he speaks, a subtle shift in demeanour that draws me closer both physically and emotionally. I’m bumping shoulders with him lightly as he pushes open the door to The Three Broomsticks for me. 

The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed Butterbeer, mingling with the comforting scent of wood and fireplaces. The low ceiling is adorned with an array of floating lanterns, casting a soft, golden glow that dances upon the polished wooden floors. The walls are adorned with aging tapestries and moving portraits that I still can’t get used to, having been introduced to the magical world when the Weasley’s adopted me just after my 9th birthday. 

The tavern is filled with a harmonious blend of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of magical fireworks, probably from some new toy Fred and George have created, punctuating the joyful atmosphere. The patrons, a mix of Hogwarts students and locals, gather in small groups at the wooden tables, engaged in animated conversations or enjoying a game of Wizarding chess. 

Madam Rosmerta moves with grace behind the bar, effortlessly serving Butterbeer and other magical drinks. Her warm smile and friendly banter create an inviting atmosphere, making everyone feel right at home. 

We make our way to the small table indicated by Madam Rosmerta, and as we settle down, Theodore takes the seat beside me. His presence is comforting, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair. It's a subtle gesture, yet it carries an intimacy that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. As he lean in closer to hear me other over the lively ambiance of the pub, Theodore's head ducks down, his voice a soft murmur that tickles my ear. The proximity between us feels both exhilarating and comforting, like a secret shared between kindred spirits. In the midst of the bustling crowd, we create our own little world, cocooned in the warmth of our connection. The laughter and conversations of the other patrons blend into the background, fading away as our focus rests solely on each other. 

“You’re so beautiful.” The pads of his fingers brush lightly over my jaw, sending my face aflame as it’s something so unexpected and something so right. His voice is deep and full of genuinely which isn’t expected from Slytherins. Before either of us can say or do anything else Madam Rosmerta approaches with our drinks, a tray of steaming Butterbeer and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Theodore’s hand moving away from me, his touch fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity through my fingertips, leaving me craving more. With a grateful smile, we accept our drinks, the frothy liquid adding a touch of sweetness to the atmosphere. The taste of the warm Butterbeer dances on my tongue, mirroring the warmth that spreads within me whenever Theodore's eyes meet mine. 

With Madam Rosmerta’s retreating figure a sense of anticipation lingers in the air. I feel Theodore’s gaze intensify, his eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Without a word, he captures my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, guiding me gently toward him. 

Time seeming to stand still as our lips meet in a surprising yet delicate kiss. The world around us fading away, leaving only the soft press of his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. It’s a kiss filled with unspoken promises and raw vulnerability. It has me melting into his strong presence, my body instinctively leaning closer. His touch both electrifying and gentle, as if he’s holding me with the utmost care. The taste of butterbeer lingering on his tongue adds to the intensity of the kiss, drawing an embarrassing sound from me. 

As the kiss comes to an end, both of us breathless and wide-eyes, a hint of surprise flickers across Theodore’s features. He stammers, voice laced with a touch of flustered apology, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…” 

But, before he can finish his sentence, I’m silencing him with another kiss, my lips pressing against his with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. It’s my way of telling him that he doesn’t need to apologise, a soft sigh escaping me when he brings a hand up to cup my jaw as the kiss ends just as sweetly. I’m whispering softly, voice a blend of relief and affection, “I’m glad you like me Teddy. I’m surprised you even see me.” 

“Oh sweetheart,” His vice is low, eyes searching mine, a myriad of emotions swirling within them, thumb caressing my cheek as he leans closer, lips barely brushing mine and he murmurs four words that leave me speechless: 

“I’ve always seen you.” 

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REQUESTED: "Wondering if I could request a Remus one (as I enjoyed your other 2) where your James’ or Sirius’ younger sister by like a year but you and Remus are dating secretly. He could find out by walking in on kissing or vertisum (idk how to spell) in truth or dare and he gets all protective big brother over her"

SUMMARY: you and remus had been dating in secret for quite some time but you being james' little sister and him being one of his closest friends, your relationship was bound to come to the light. what you weren't expecting was how james would have discovered...

PAIRING: remus lupin x potter!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol i think?? i don't know

WORD COUNT: 2160

"I was thinking i could come to the party with you and the others tonight," you said casually as you walked beside your brother, James.

He had offered to walk you to class, and by 'offered' he meant he was going to walk you to class, no matter what. James liked to think he was just keeping you company when the truth was that he didn't like you walking alone. Even if you were younger than him by just a year.

You figured he would eventually understand that, but it didn't bother you too much. James was fun to have around, even though sometimes being alone was essential. Especially because you and Remus could be together only if you were alone.

You knew James wouldn't have taken it well: one of his best friends dating his sister. No, it was better this way; a secret.

"We talked about it," he said as he kept on walking through the hallways with you beside him. "No."

"But why?!"

"Because you shouldn't go to this kind of parties, there's people with dubious intentions."

"You're usually one of them, Jamie." You said, raising one eyebrow in challenge.

"Good thing not everyone has the best brother in the world to look out for them, then." He huffed, obviously proud of himself.

"Oh come on, you know me," you said, gesturing at yourself. "I'm responsible!"

"It's exactly because i know you that i don't want you to come tonight," he continued, not even sparing you a look. "You're not responsible."

"James, i'm not you," you affirmed, and he scoffed loudly, but a smile was already making its way on his face.

"That might be true, but still, i don't think you should come."

"I don't need your permission, you know?" You stated and he scowled at you, so you quickly continued. "And you'll be there so you can make sure no ill-intentioned people bother us."

"Y/n, you know i love you but," he stopped to think of his next words. "I plan on being way too drunk to be careful for you too."

You shook your head at him as he smirked; unbelievable. And then he had the audacity to reprimand you.

"You can trust me, Jamie, you know it." You said earnestly, and that finally seemed to convince him. He could never say no to you, although he tried.

"Fine," he let out. "But i'll hex everyone who gets too close to you."

"James," you said as you reached his next class. "You have a long list of people still to hex then!"

He shot you a worried gaze before seeing you disappear around the corner, a satisfied grin on your face.

After having decided what to wear to the party, after having met with your friends to reach the ravenclaws' common room, and after having ━ unsuccessfully ━ tried avoiding James' searching gaze, you were finally in the middle of the crowd.

Your brother seemed to be glued to you, as if under a spell, and Merlin knows what you would have done to break it. He had always been protective but it was getting frustrating.

Remus has told you that it would have been useless, that you should have just met him somewhere else, but you were determined on enjoying your night, possibly stealing a kiss or two from your beloved boyfriend, all the while not being caught by James.

But he was stubborn, clinging to you like a lost puppy and glaring at whoever so much as tried glancing your way. You hoped he would have softened a bit after a couple drinks, but he was adamant on being your own personal bodyguard for the night.

"Y/n, i wasn't expecting to see you here," started Sirius as he and Remus made their way towards you and your brother. You shot Remus a small smile that he immediately returned, trying not to look too obvious.

"To be fair, i wasn't expecting to see myself here either," you said, throwing a side look at your brother. "But James here took it upon himself to scare every single person that dares even thinking about me, how could i miss such a show?"

"He never did that for me, i feel offended," he confessed, bringing a hand to his heart to exaggerate his mocking, but James didn't seem to notice it, instead surveying the area. "Outraged even."

"I would gladly offer you the honor if i could, believe me."

Your tried not looking at Remus, ignoring him, but it wasn't easy, especially when he looked that good; effortlessly elegant in the clothes you liked to 'borrow' from time to time, hair slightly tousled that made you yearn to just smooth it with your fingers.

Thankfully, your attention was redirected towards a group of students, calling for participants for a game of truth or dare. You simply couldn't pass up the opportunity, especially when you could use it to your advantage and force James to let you breathe for the rest of the night.

One thing leads to another and now you and the three marauders were sat in the big circle of students that had been created.

One of them rose among the others, voice full of amusement as he spoke. "But this is Hogwarts, we should make this more interesting!" He said, extracting a vial from his pocket, the liquid inside swirling menacingly. "Let's make sure these truths are true."

The questions had been overly personal and the dares had been as risky as they were hilarious, but you hadn't gone through one yet. You just hoped you didn't have to sneak in the slytherin common room at that hour.

"Remus, truth or dare?" You lifted your eyes towards the boy, looking slightly bored as he chose truth.

The vial containing the veritaserum was passed around, hand in hand until it reached Remus' slender fingers. He downed a small drop; enough to answer truthfully the question, not enough to spill every single secret he had.

You smiled as he closed the small lid and lifted his eyebrows, signaling for the question to be made.

"Who would you kiss in this room?"

Your face paled, and so did Remus'. He went from slightly annoyed to completely worried in a matter of seconds; he couldn't lie. He couldn't lie in front of James.

You tried to think of something, anything to say to save him from that situation, to save yourself because you had no idea what would have been worse: that he said your name or not.

"Come on Moony, it's not that difficult, is it?" Cheered James, sat right beside you.

Sirius nudged him in the shoulder. "Got a secret crush? Come on, we're waiting!"

Remus gulped, stealing a glance at you before uttering a word; your name.

"Louder Moony! You barely heard that yourself!" Protested James, and if he only had known what his friend had said, you were sure he wouldn't have been as insisting.

"Y/n." Repeated Remus, and you felt yourself shrink more and more. Your hand was on you wand, hidden in your pocket, ready in case James would have had some unpredictable reaction.

Everyone's gaze went from you to Remus and from Remus to you, cheering. James' never left Remus. "Y/n? Y/n as in 'my sister Y/n'? As in 'my little sister Y/n'? That Y/n?"

Everyone suddenly stilled. Remus' lips remained sealed together because he knew that if he had spoken, only the truth would have come out. And the truth was that yes, it was you, James' little sister.

"Remus, that Y/n?" He asked again, more imposing. He got up, now towering over both you and Remus.

"James, don't make a fuss about it," you said, and immediately regretted it.

He turned towards you. "You are my sister, Y/n, and he knows that! He knows how much i care about you, he knows-"

"He knows and it was just a stupid game! He didn't do anything wrong, James!"

James' over-protective gaze was burning you, but you couldn't look away, or he would have won.

He turned towards Remus once more. "Just a game, nothing more, is that right?"

Remus remained silent. James inched closer and you did too, unconsciously grabbing your wand. You wouldn't have hurt him, but you would have stopped him: James had that look in his eyes, that look that only older brothers had and that could scare even the bravest of soldiers.

"Just a game, is that right?" He repeated.

"It's not just a game, James," he said, voice impossibly firm. He got up, staring James right into his eyes.

"It's my sister, you know it." Said James through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard not do something reckless: it was one of his best friends, if it had been anyone else you knew James would have already freaked out.

"James, stop it. You're putting on a show." You said, fists clenched at your side.

"What is going on with you two? Huh?" He asked again, totally careless of your words. "What is going on, Moony?"

Remus didn't speak, but instead stared straight at him.

"Remus! What is going on?!" Asked again James, or rather shouted. You took James by his forearm, moving him away from the center of the room and letting the rest of the students go back to their previous activities. Remus followed, ready for the duel.

"We're dating," said calmly Remus, but he said it with that calm that seemed to hide a storm, a calm that, if disturbed, would have devastated everything in its path.

James looked distraught at Remus, then stole a glance from you. If James was over protective before, you could only imagine what would have happened now.

"Remus, she's my sister-" began James but Remus interrupted him, taking a step forward and squaring him off.

"And i love her," he declared. You stilled immediately, a frozen statue in the middle of the room.

You knew he cared about you; you knew you cared about him, so much. But you had never exchanged the L word, and you honestly never thought you would have heard it come out of his mouth first or that it would have come out in front of your brother instead of you.

"I love her and i know you do too," he continued, expression so serious no one dared to even breathe as the discussion went on. "I'm your friend James, you know i would never hurt her."

James' face was unreadable as he looked at Remus, standing still in front of him. You didn't know what to do as you waited to see, gripping your wand a little tighter.

And then, James did the most unexpected move: he hugged Remus.

Shock was painted all over Remus' face as James almost stole the air from his lungs with the strength of the hug. You stared in disbelief at the scene, pocketing your wand.

"I know, Moony, i might have been a little harsh, i trust you," said your brother, arms still enveloped around him. Then they separated slightly, enough for James to utter a few words in Remus' ear before letting him go. "But if you do hurt her, i'll kill you anyway."

Remus finally smiled at his friend, letting go of his arms. "I know, don't worry, i'm not planning on dying any time soon."

James then turned towards you, the previous smile thinning to a line. "You could have told me, you know?"

He slung his arm around your shoulders, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "Yeah, because your reaction was just peachy."

James tsk-ed you and let go of your figure. "You know what? I'm tired, i think i'm going back now, but you," he stopped a moment to look back at Remus, still waiting behind them. "You enjoy the rest of the night."

"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" You mockingly asked.

"Don't get used to it, i'll still annoy you," he said, turning to leave with Sirius in tow. "You know it's my favorite pastime."

You shook your head as you watched him get away. An arm made its way around your shoulders, Remus slowly encasing you in his chest, warming you.

"So you love me, huh?"

He looked away, hugging you a little tighter, and chuckled. "I had to say something to let James believe me, didn't i?"

"I didn't know you could fool the veritaserum, Rem," you said, smiling mischievously up at him.

"I'm just that good," he continued smiling with that half smile he always had, that half smile you always loved. "I thought you knew by now."

You nuzzled your head against his chest, shaking it at the silliness of it all. "I love you, Rem." You whispered, only for him, only for the two of you.

He laid a single sweet kiss on your head. "I love you too, Y/n."

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GOLDEN TRIO ERA ༊*·˚

— draco malfoy

— fred weasley

— george weasley

— harry potter

— luna lovegood

— ron weasley

MARAUDERS ERA ༊*·˚

— james potter

— remus lupin

— sirius black

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❛midsummer❜ ⋮ marauders ✧

summary: reader always spends the summer break in godric’s hollow, with their very best friends.

cw: no romantic relationships depicted. sfw. gn!reader. poc!reader-friendly.

author's note: drabble?? not proofread <3

the sun sits heavy in the sky, and leaves red-hot kisses on everyones skin. her fickle affection however, is yet to dampen the mood of the day. a day, like the many you have cherished over the years. the potter manor was alive. it always was this time of the year. never quiet, filled always with muffled laughter and sticky footsteps. you’re grateful that euphemia and fleamont are so generous, as to open their hearts and home to you all. if not for them, you would not have these memories, the fruitful gifts of summer break.

in the west the heat is palpable, it sticks to your skin: slick and heavy. but when you cannot beat the heat, you bask in it. so there you were, hiding behind ‘mia’s coveted rose bushes. cheeks red, and breath shallow with vigour. none of you knew what you were playing anymore. rules were never really considered, so what initially started off as hide and seek, became something else entirely. something akin to tag, or sardines? no one knew, nor cared. it was fun, and that’s all that mattered to everyone except james, who was set on winning a nonexistent game with no rules. somewhere, someone had left a cassette tape playing. cicadas chirped. leaves rustled. yet, it wasn’t enough to mask the heavy footsteps of whoever was making their way to you.

“move your arse over, y/n.” sirius jeered, smiling at you cheekily.

“shut up you twat!” you whispered, backhanding his chest.

he did nothing, smirking lazily. his hair shone in the few rays of sunshine that filtered through the trees. covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

you turned to peek through the rose bush, and your eyes were met with an empty yard. it was too quiet—but knowing james was it, made you realise he was going all in. he’d call it something stupid, like ‘super steath mode’. he was probably behind you, and with that thought, you voiced your plans.

“lets move,” you spoke lowly, “maybe we can find remy.”

sirius nodded, a glint in his eye. you pointed to another shrub, but it was quite far from you. he shrugged, and the two of you started moving. you didn’t make it far. a large body tackling you to the ground.

“james, i found them!”

you gasped, “remus, you traitor!” struggling under his weight. “you’re smothering me!”

sirius, for some god forsaken reason, decided to create a dog pile, jumping on top of remus. the weight doubled and you groaned. shoving them slightly off you, the three of you ended up tangled with each other.

“good job remy! i knew this would be a worthy alliance.” james spoke grandly. he stood tall, hands on his hips. much like the rest of you, he was flushed and sweaty. curls sticking to his forehead and the nape of his neck. smile wide as ever.

he too, joined you all on the grass, laying down haphazardly in between the tangled mess of limbs.

“alliance?” you huffed, “i can’t believe you remus, we risked ourselves to find you.” grumbling under your breath.

remus turned on his side, smirking slightly. “he made me an offer i couldn’t refuse. i am, after all, a worthy businessman.” he sounded silly, clearly taking the piss.

you flicked his face. he reached into his pockets, which you now saw were full of candy. he passed them around, and the four of you ate in silence. bodies slack.

euphemia entered the yard some time later, holding a tray of lemonades. a small elf toddling after her, dressed in a small frock and sandals. she carried a small plate of fruit.

with the platters on the small outdoor table, euphemia called for you four. when she was met with silence, she turned to the little elf, “mellie, why don’t you go back inside, i’ll look for them.”

around the corner, not far from her roses, she found you all. a tangled mess, noses burnt, and dead asleep. she smiled and stopped for a moment. her silver hair glowed under the sun. with a short wave of her wand, the sprinklers erupted.

a celebratory drabble following my return :D

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Jealous

TW: cussing, heavy sexual implications and jokes, toxic and alcoholic behaviors, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, partying, dirty dancing, mention of violence, hitting (playfully on the butt), brief argument

Word Count: 1.4k

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Vera huffed as her friend told her of the drama with Cedric. She'd been hearing the same thing for the past two months. The same 'I don't like him like that,' or  'What would you do, V?' She didn't understand why Freyja kept asking for her opinion as if she'd actually listen to it.

"Listen, Frey. You've been on and on about this matter for two months now," Vera calmly replied to Freyja's complaints. She wasn't done, though. She continued her mini-lecture as she helped Freyja with her leather pants.

"Now, I'm not saying to make a move. Definitely don't rush things, and please don't take him back here for your own little celebration," Vera said, but was interrupted by Freyja's groans of disgust.

"Godric, that is the second time today someone has thought we were about to shag!" Freyja frustratingly yelled. Vera's head shot up from behind her and gave her an amused, but simultaneously disturbed look.

"I'd ask, but I think I'd much prefer you to spare me the details of your sex life. Anyway, what I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted is that I think you should let him initiate something small. For example a date, a dance, or even a kiss...that won't lead back to someone's dorm."

"That's three, you arse," Freyja giggled. Vera finished up zipping Freyja's pants in the back.

"Yeah, speaking of arse," Vera laughed, landing a smack on Freyja's ass. They both burst into a fit of giggles. They chased each other around the dorm, trying to smack each other's asses. Eventually, they took time to get ready, but not without the occasional slap on the ass.

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Laurence whistled as the two emerged from the tunnels that led from their dormitories to the common room. The usual cozy room was now filled with posters of Cedric and speakers that blasted muggle music. The plants on the shelves in the far corner of the room were now replaced with bottles of liquor, mostly Firewhiskey and Bin Juice.

Laurence wrapped his arms around the two girls. He never meant his physical gestures in any way but friendly. However, it was nice to have two of the prettiest girls in his year by him most of the time. He never expressed this, though. He knew they'd both reprimand him like they were his mums.

"You seen Ced?" Freyja asked, wanting to see him desperately. She looked around the flashing room, but was not met with the brown-haired boy.

"Well, it's hard to see him at all when he has multiple girls all over him," Laurence pointed to the couch where Cedric was indeed covered by six women, though Freyja missed the part where he was trying to get them off of him and get to her. Freyja's heart broke a bit at the glimpse she saw of him, but most of all, she was jealous.

Quick Interruption: Highly suggest reading this next bit while listening to "Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande.

"Anyhoo, would you two beautiful women fancy a dance?" Laurence asked, squeezing them closer to him, and they all giggled at his antics.

"Oh, how I would love to, Laurie, but sadly I much prefer to dance by myself," Vera said as she patted his chest and strutted off.

"Usually that works," Laurence said, stunned by her turning him down. A devious thought entered Freyja's mind. Yes, it was cruel, but Cedric deserved a taste of his own medicine.

"I s'pose I'll dance with you Laurie; I know you're not used to so much rejection at once," she winked playfully, dragging Laurence to the pile of people dancing, which she assumed was the 'dance floor.'

She pulled Laurence close to her and wrapped her arms around his neck. She allowed his hands to find their way to her hips, gently pressing down to sway her to the music. Laurence's eyes drifted to look at Thomas', who was angrily downing a bottle of Firewhiskey as he watched them. Laurence smiled devilishly at him, then turned back to look at Freyja.

They had barely danced through two songs before Freyja felt a heavy stare boring into her side. She turned, not even trying to hide who she was looking back at. It was a pissed Cedric, who had two girls on either side of him, his arms wrapped around them. His teeth ground against each other and his jawline became more prominent, making him look even more ravishing in the blue lights.

"So we're doing this now?" Cedric thought. She smiled innocently, as if she weren't dancing with his best friend. She winked and gave him no more attention. This alone answered his question. Yes, they were really doing this.

"So that's why you wanted to dance: to make our little Cedric mad?" Laurence laughed while staring into her eyes. It made her nervous, not just his intense stare but also that he knew about her fancying Cedric now. She nodded her head, too embarrassed to trust her mouth.

"Well, then... Why don't we give him a show, yeah?" he asked with a smirk. Again, Freyja nodded and gulped nervously.

"Why don't you use your words, Frey?" he teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He knew what he was doing was probably crossing some sort of line, but he was simply trying to get a rise out of the flustered girl in front of him.

"Stop doing that," Freyja nervously giggled. A gasp fell from her dark red lips as Laurence flipped her around, so her back was to his chest. His grip on her hips tightened and he used it to grind her against him. He rested his head on her shoulders, his lips mere inches from her neck, but he knew not to kiss her, even as a scheme to make Cedric jealous. He wasn't looking to be out in the hospital wing for a week.

His luck seemingly faded as Cedric launched himself off the couch and to his best friends. He wasn't one to get mad or violent, but Laurence was testing him.

"Can't you find another girl to bother, Laurence?" Cedric boomed, furious at the way his best friend was holding the girl he wanted. Laurence backed away from Freyja, but one of his arms remained around her waist. He laughed at his friend's frustration, as if he'd ever attempt to steal Freyja from Cedric.

"She's all yours, mate. Try not to fuck it up, yeah?" Laurence smiled as he walked off towards Thomas, who looked even more livid than Cedric.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous," Freyja taunted.

"Was that the whole point of this?" Cedric asked, still sounding a bit pissed. His hand came down to latch onto her hip, exactly where Laurence had his. His other hand rested on her lower back, pulling her closer.

"Maybe. Did it work?" she asked.

"Yes, doll. It did," he admitted while he glared at her in a manner she had never experienced before. He lifted his hand off her hip and instead grabbed her chin to make sure she was looking at him as he spoke.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" he asked sternly, somehow still with a grin on his face. Usually, remarks like this would have Freyja stuttering and all flustered, but tonight she refused. She wanted to finally match his energy.

"What did you have in mind, Ced?" she asked as seductively as she could. She trailed a hand from the back of his neck all the way down his chest. However, it elicited no reaction.

"Go to the Yule Ball with me."

"Like, as friends?" Freyja asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she thought to herself. She just got blatantly asked out and still managed to fuck it up. Cedric liked it, though. He loved how hard he had to work to flirt with her or take her places. He always loved a challenge.

"We'll go as whatever you want, darling," he responded, sensing the mental anger towards herself she was feeling.

"All I have is one request," he told her. His hands were brought to her hips, bringing her as close as she could come. He lowered his head to her shoulder, lips so close to her ears. She waited for what he had to say, getting hotter by the second.

"Wear blue."

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[multifandom-fanfic-writer]

think of wizard fashion. think of a woman walking down the runway with an open jacket floating behind her, giving her shade. think of a man in a raincoat wet-look with a cloud literally raining on him. think of living, moving clothes. think of clothes that change with the wearers mood. think of clothes that change colours with the seasons. think wizard fashion

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[luxbub]

Cant stop thinking about simp james potter

The scenario of reader complaining about having hard time with potions a bit too loud that james accidentally overhears.

Now james has been crushing you since forever, he cant even remember his life before you. You were his sun, his moon, his whole life was about you.

He’s been pining and pining for years, not silently of course. He would talk to you from time to, small talk here another small talk there, but that was it.

But now that this brilliant great magnificent opportunity was in front of him, he had no other choice than grabbing it straight on.

That’s how james ended up tutoring you. Of course he would have actually if he knew anything about potions. The only thing he knew was that he was failing that class, but you didn’t need to know that.

So he begged and i mean begged on his knees remus to teach him all that was needed, obviously remus agreed after some sweet talk and james ended up learning some of the material.

Imagine his surprise when you showed him what you were finding hard was something remus hadn’t taught him. He was stuck, just blinking at the inked paper, wondering “what the fuck was i thinking?”.

James didn’t have a single idea how to make that potion you needed help with so he improvised.

“It’s monday today, innit? I’ve heard it’s not a good idea to brew potions on mondays, bad luck they say.” He whispered the last part as if it was some kind of secret, but in all that was all bullshit.

How would you know thought, james was your tutor after all, of course you trusted him.

“So what should we do now?” You asked, a frown evident on your face from being so oblivious, how could you not know that mondays were a no for potions.

“You could come with me to the lake.” James was quick to respond, already packing up his textbooks.

[ocdickens]

[newjenns]

i’ll never understand warner brothers commitment to the fantastic beasts saga. why make an entire movie franchise centered around a barely mentioned author of a textbook schoolchildren use in a singular book. i think fb1 could’ve worked as a one time standalone film as wb tried to find ways to keep milking one of the biggest ips of all time but they just kept going and kept newt scamander at the center like at least make it about dumbledore and grindelwald as main protagonist and antagonist instead of having newt stand around and be sent on errands likeeeee or better yet don’t do any of that, there was perfectly interesting prequel material with the marauders and or original order of the phoenix that people already loved the idea of WHY NEWT SCAMANDER

[sugarsaints]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get please get a ship for stranger things and marauders era? I'm a straight female, she/her!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I'm a taurus, my mbti is infp and I'm a ravenclaw!

Thank you very much, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

hi lovely anon!

thank you for your request.

𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ……remus lupin!

okay so picture this. laying on the largest couch in the common room, or in rem’s bed, his head in your lap as you read to him:((( he loves reading muggle books. they remind him of his mum. so he often borrows from your stash.

you mesh well with his group of friends, and sometimes you sneak out to help them pull a few pranks (much to lily’s dismay) !! you spend breaks with one another, and they’re the best times of your life:(

what initially struck remus, was your uncanny kindness. it was no surprise, that you took no ill will towards him when he revealed his disposition.

I TOTALLY SEE U STEALING HIS SWEATERS AND COATS. they’re only slightly oversized and you often find chocolate in the pockets. he thought it was the sweetest thing.

you and him would have the most wondrous conversations on the astrology tower, stargazing under a super soft blanket from your common room :((( he would give the best cuddles ever

𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ……steve harrington!

steve is super outgoing, so i think spending time with him would help you out of your shell quite a bit, and with all the compliments he gives you, you definitely get a bit of an ego boost!!

he’d take you out and about, wherever you wanted to go. i see lots of cute diner dates and venturing into the woods.

you quickly assume a motherly role to the kids, much like steve. BEST MUM DUO EVER!! i think he would find it endearing how loving you are to everyone and loves how you’re always so considerate of him.

steve isn’t a big reader, but he loves hearing you talk about what you’re currently reading and such. he could listen to you for hours.

any and all art pieces you make would end up in steve’s possession. in his car, his room, his pockets. he cherished them dearly, and always brags about your talents to any being in his vicinity!!!

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can’t remember who recommended lambs of god but it absolutely fucks

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