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dracosprettygirl · 2 months ago

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Pairing: theodore nott x reader Word Count: 1.8k words Summary: Theo was convinced you'd never look his way—until a Hogsmeade date leaves your heart bruised and angry. Now, Theo's done hiding his feelings... And ready to ruin every man who ever made you feel unworthy. Warnings: 18+; mdni; fem!reader; reader's hair is described to have waves; reader is explicitly referred to as a woman; swearing; fingering; sweet/dirty talking; praise; italian nicknames; female-centric nicknames (sweet girl; pretty girl); oral(f!receiving); dry humping if you squint; penetration; unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly!); not proofread; let me know if i missed any! A/N: i saw this and thought of him. and ofc i had no choice but to write this.

♫ swim by chase atlantic.

Theodore Nott was absolutely convinced of two tings:

1. He was absolutely, irredeemably in love with you.

2. You didn’t feel the same.

It wasn’t your fault. He didn’t expect you to notice the way he turned every page in Potions book every time Slughorn asked a question, just to catch a glimpse of your approving smile when he got something right. Or how he��d always sit near you in the Common Room, hoping you'd accidentally lean into him again. Or that he kept chocolate-covered strawberries enchanted cold in his dorm because you once said they were your favorite.

But today?

Today was hell.

Because you were out in Hogsmeade. With Matteo Riddle.

Theo watched you go, wearing that pretty white sundress that drove him feral, cheeks flushed with cold and excitement. You'd smiled at Matteo—soft and uncertain—and Theo had nearly cursed a hole through the stone wall when the git offered you his arm.

Now, several hours later, the dungeons had gone quiet. Theo was seated in his usual chair by the fireplace, a book open in his lap, but his eyes kept reading and re-reading the same paragraph for nearly half an hour.

He felt you come in before he could even look up—the shift in the room, the weight of your presence like a familiar pull in his chest. He glanced up. Froze.

You looked… wrecked.

Not outwardly. Your hair was still pinned back in those perfect waves cascading down your back, your gloves still neat. But your eyes were glassy, your lips pulled into a tight line.

Something inside Theo cracked.

You didn’t even look at him when you passed. Not until you reached the couch and dropped onto it like your bones had given out.

He closed the book. “What happened?”

You blinked at the fire. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Theo sat forward, elbows on his knees. “If it upset you, then it matters.”

You hesitated. And then, as if some wall broke, you whispered, “He said I was spoiled.”

The words dropped like a dead weight between you.

Theo blinked. “Spoiled?”

You laughed, bitter and low. “Matteo said I expect too much. That I’m used to people giving me everything I want. Called me demanding.” You swallowed, suddenly small. “I didn’t think I was asking for much. I just thought he would open the door for me.”

Theo stood. Walked over slowly, then lowered himself to the rug in front of you, his long legs folding easily beneath him.

“He said that because you wanted him to treat you right?”

You didn’t answer, but your silence screamed yes.

Theo’s hands curled into fists against his thighs. “You’re not spoiled.”

You opened your mouth, but he cut you off.

“And even if you were—what the fuck is wrong with being treated like you matter?” His voice was sharp now, but not at you. “Wanting nice things, or softness, or someone to care doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you human.”

You stared down at him, something fragile in your expression.

“I like pretty things,” you murmured. “I like flowers, and thoughtful letters, and someone walking on the street-side of the pavement. That’s—”

“That’s not spoiled,” Theo said, voice low. “That’s you knowing your worth.”

A beat of silence. The fire crackled.

And then you said, very softly, “Why do you always say the right thing?”

His gaze locked with yours. “Because you deserve to hear it.”

Your breath hitched.

Theo reached up, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a little too long. Your skin felt like it might combust under his touch.

You leaned in. A little. Barely.

Theo swallowed hard.

“Opening doors for a woman—and especially a woman like you—it's a privilege. Matteo’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t realize that,” he said, voice thick. “And if he doesn’t know how to spoil you…”

You raised a brow. “Yeah?”

His lips curled slowly. “Then let someone else try.”

Your heart stuttered. “Who?”

Theo didn’t answer. Not with words.

He just stood up, leaned forward, and kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was everything else — aching, gentle, reverent. Like he was memorizing your mouth with every slow brush of his lips. His hands settled on your waist, steadying you.

You sighed against him — and that was his undoing.

He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up your back, the other cradling your jaw like you were made of silk. You tugged him down onto the couch with you, your legs parting instinctively to let him slot between.

And then the kiss turned hungry.

Theo pulled back just long enough to whisper, “Can I?”

You nodded.

He was on you in seconds, mouths hot and eager, hands tangled in fabric and hair. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking a mark just below your jaw.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, teeth grazing your throat. “Let me take care of you.”

You gasped when his hand slipped over your legs, cool fingers dragging up your thighs. Your hips arched instinctively, grinding up against him.

Theo groaned. “Shit—don’t do that unless you want this to end fast.”

Your voice was a breathless whisper. “Then slow down.”

His eyes burned.

“You want to be spoiled?” he whispered, sliding your shirt fully over your head. “Let me spoil you, cara mia. Let me worship you”

You whimpered. Every brush of his fingertips made your nerves light up. He kissed the inside of your wrist, your brow bone, the top of your head.

“You deserve silk sheets and moonstone rings,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Someone to remember your favorite tea and put warming charms on your slippers.”

Your breath hitched. “Theo—”

“And,” he added, crawling back up your body, his hands framing your face, “you deserve someone who makes you come so hard you forget your own name.”

The retort forming on your lips dissolves into a moan when Theo’s large hands wrap around your thighs. You could feel how hard he was through his trousers, feel the restraint trembling in his muscles as he held himself back.

“This infernal thing,” Theo whispered, his fingers working their way under the hem of your sundress, brushing your core. “You drive me insane every time I see you walking around in this tiny little thing.”

You whimpered, unable to form words as he begins to rub gentle circles over your clit through your panties.

“Say it, vita mia,” he breathed, eyes dark. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you said, hips arching into his touch. “Please, Theo—”

He groaned, kissing you like he’d been starving for years. “I love the way you say my name.”

He pushed your panties to the side—not all the way, just enough to give him access to your aching core. Theo liked the control, the knowledge that he had you right where he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, lips grazing your collarbone, fingers toying with your clit. “Fuck, you have no idea.”

You gasped when he tugged the cups of your dress down, his mouth immediately descending on your breasts.

Your hips shifted, needy friction building, but Theo caught your movement.

“Patience, sweet girl,” he whispered. “And you shall be… rewarded.” He said, punctuating the last word with a slow thrust of one of his fingers into you.

“Fuck, cara mia,” he groaned, as he began to move his hand in and out of you, slow, gentle, teasing. “You’re so wet already. Is this all for me?”

You nodded breathlessly. “Please…”

Theo smiled like he’d just won a war. “That’s more like it.”

His hand pulled away from you, and he gripped your thighs, spreading them apart, settling on his knees in front of the couch before lowering his mouth to your core. The first pass of his tongue had you arching off the couch—slow, teasing, maddeningly thorough. Theo ate you out like he was starving, with long, lazy strokes, then focused on your clit, flicking and circling until your breath hitched and your hands flew to his hair, tugging.

“T-Theo—!”

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he muttered between licks. “Let me hear you.”

He slipped a finger back inside you—then another—curling them perfectly as he sucked your clit again. Your legs trembled, his hair soft between your fingers. Heat gathered in the pit of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter, pressure threatening to snap.

“Theo I’m gonna—!”

Theo moaned against you, the vibration of it sending you over the edge. You cried out, back arched, thighs squeezing around his head as you came hard—stars behind your eyes, pulse thudding wildly.

When you opened your eyes again, Theo was staring down at you with pure reverence in his eyes, his pupils blown wide, hair a mess from your fingers.

“I could do that all night,” he muttered, leaning up to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “But right now, I need to be inside you.”

Your hands fumbled at his trousers as he shoved them down, revealing a length that had you clenching around air.

“You’re sure?” he asked, voice cracking with restraint as he settled between your thighs, lined up and ready but still holding back.

“I want you, Theo,” you whispered, dragging your pussy over his throbbing length in a way that had him letting out a shuddering breath in your ear. “Please.”

He didn’t make you ask twice. He pushed into you slowly, watching your face the whole time — the way your mouth parted, the breath you caught, the way you held onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect.”

Once he was fully inside you, Theo pressed his forehead to yours, holding still as you adjusted. Then he started to move—slow, deep thrusts, each one angled just right, dragging moans from your lips with every roll of his hips.

The way he filled you—like he was made you—had you gasping his name.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he rasped, lips brushing yours. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

And he did.

He worshipped every inch of you—Theo sped up, pinning you wrists above your head with one hand, the other wrapped around your throat, holding you to his gaze as he fucked you harder; whispering praises against your skin like a man possessed. “That’s it, pretty girl. Take it all—good girl.”

When you came a second time, it hit you in waves—Theo coaxing you through it, his hips rolling against yours. “Shhh, baby, I know, I know. I’ve got you, cara mia. I’ve got you.”

And when he finally fell apart—your name on his lips, voice cracking, forehead pressed to yours—it was with a reverence that left no room for doubt.

You were his. And he had always been yours.

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velvetypoets · 8 months ago

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Mister pitch perfect

The perfect Gryffindor golden boy has gone off his rails to catch a Black daughter.

Warnings: James Potter x reader fanfic, James is down bad, I tagged marauders but no peter, Slytherin reader, Black family reader, reader is portrayed as she/her, reader centric, forbidden love trope, SFW, James perspective

havent done this in a while and this will be the first time im posting on this platform. im very sorry if its quite messy!

this was supposed to be a oneshot but i drag it too much. so it'll be some sort of a series oneshot? will also be posted on ao3 soon!

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It was never meant to be. James Fleamont Potter was basically molted into the perfect specimen of man and every soul who has ever walked Hogwarts knew. Sure he would cause trouble every then and again with his fellow mates. Yet of course, James would always dazzle his way out of it with a few charming smiles or reasonings to squeal his way out of being blamed.

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He was confident, charismatic, spotless.

And when he meets eyes with you, it was set. James is sitting at his usual spot with the marauders at supper when the moment arrives. You were fixing your necklace to your neck at the Slytherin table, struggling with the clasps as your face scrunches in frustration. James almost walks the whole way over to you and offers his assistance right then and there.

"Stop undressing my cousin with your eyes, Prongs," Sirius brings James back to reality with a slap on the back of his head. He seems to still be having his feast so that was new of him to pick on James in that setting. Remus raises an eyebrow as he stares at the two, "Since when do you care about the other Blacks?"

"That was foul, Pads!" James yell as he rubs his head and glares at his mate, he's used to Sirius playfights but that slap seems to be sincere. He tries to focus on the conversation as he tries to find you again on the table across. You seemed to have moved next to Regulus as he helps you with your necklace. James lets out an involuntary sigh.

"She's different, Moony. She's on the edge too. Pretty sure she's going to find a way to run when she hits 18," Sirius lets out a scowl, "Heard she is to be arranged with Nott. Bloody brilliant that."

"Nott? That Nott? Surely you're joking. That bastard can't even keep his owl alive for a week! How's he going to keep a wife that young?!" Remus exclaims in disbelief. Whipping his head to take a good look at you now that you're a big deal. "I wish I was. I love you but seriously mate, don't. You're big enough trouble yourself," Warns Sirius with his fork right to to James face. A juicy piece of meat dangling right on it.

He bites it though. Sirius lets out a shrieking squeal of, "My meat!", erupting laughter at the Gryffindor table as James chews proudly with a sly smile across his face. The boisterous sound turns a few heads, including yours. Your brows raised at the sudden commotion, only to have the red of your cheeks creep in as you find one of your cousin being the center of it. He watches as you rub your cheeks to hide the tint.

James gulps the meat down. He's quite full himself but he must admit, it's nothing like he has ever had.

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The next time he sees you, you are sitting by yourself writing in parchments on a patch of grass by the lake. James is in a broom practicing to catch the golden snitch on Hogwarts grounds. Quite foolish but he's gotten bored of the arena and its currently being used by the Hufflepuff team anyways.

He's worried about you sitting all alone in this breeze though. It's quite cold and you don't seem to be wearing enough layers. He keeps a distance near a tree so as not to scare you, although he is quite discontent with seeing just your figure by the lake.

You whipped your head to the skies behind you, "Reggie? Is that you?" You ask calmly, your eyes not missing the shadowy figure blatantly hiding behind a tree, "I saw you from the reflection. Very funny, Regs."

James cracked a smile at your sarcastic tone. He even finds your voice perfect. He fixes himself a little before he reveals himself off the shade and lands in front of you, "So I'll take it you find me quite funny?"

Your eyes widened as you process the man in front of you. Why would James Potter—the Gryffindor golden boy—be here? And why is he talking to you now?

"You're not Reggie." You said still in shock, almost sounding like a question. Your brows are raised as you try to study his demeanor. He's holding his broom awkwardly in his arms, you've always thought James Potter's confident composure was permanent.

"Well if your standards of humour is a certain Regulus Black, I'm sure I'd be comical, love," He cracks a small smile and a hand extended to you, "Potter. James Potter."

You look at James like you're Newt Scamander finding a newfound beast, "I know who you are. Everybody does," You said in disbelief, finding the whole situation suspicious. The breeze of wind moves his curly hair to his face, framing it gracefully, "What I want to know is why are you doing this? We're not exactly fit to be friends."

"Why that's quite bold of you, lovely. Who said I'd like to be friends?" He said as he leans closer. You never noticed it before but his glasses are rather clean today, his hazy eyes look at you with glimmer in them you've never seen on anyone before. You think to yourself if its one of the charisma of being James Potter.

You stood your ground, you would have never thought to ever be face to face with this dazzling man in front of you. You are a Black though, your legs won't give in even if you try, "Well that's settled then. Are you here to pick a fight?" You ask him plainly, crossing your arms upon your chest.

James finds it adorable, he knows full well of his effects on people and especially of course girls. What he doesn't understand is the effect you have on him. "The contrary, darling. I have a proposition for you."

You lift a brow and yet let him continue, "I heard you're in quite the predicament with Nott. Now I know a way to get you out," His claim makes your eyes open, you let him continue. Words dripping in confidence, "A date. With me."

This time, you can't help but let out a laugh–of which James can't help but take in the sight. He's completely enamoured.

'What? Huh– Hold on. You can't be serious," You looked at him as if he had gone mad, the thought of a Black and a Potter dating is out of this world, "I don't know what kind of prank you're up to, but do you seriously think I'll fall for that?"

"Wait, I am serious! Picture this, if Nott knows you're going out with me he'd be livid, enough to break off the arrangement. I mean have you seen the way that scum looks at me? It's like he has this permanent face of eating vomit flavoured Bertie Bott's Beans!" He rants as he joined in on the laughter with you.

You are smiling as the laughter reduces to giggles. As stupid as it is, it has a good chance of actually working. You pondered, there's still one thing on your mind, "What's in it for you? Would I have to do anything?"

James let out a smile, his palms are sweating like he's deep into a Quidditch game, "Well I get to see Nott lose his bride—" He pauses, confronting himself whether to tell you the real truth or not, "I mean I'll also get a beauty on my side."

You roll your eyes at that, "Don't you try to charm me, Potter. Give me the real reason or its off. I have a feeling you need this more than I do,"

She's right, James thought. He was about to play it off if you denied it straight away, he wasn't entirely sure you would actually take him seriously. He grasps the sight of you for a bit before closing his eyes tight, "Okay, how about I tell you the reason in a week— Maybe a month. You don't have to do anything, we'd just go out like normal couples do. Sounds good to you?" He said, he extends his arms to you for a handshake. His thoughts full of prayers to Merlin so you wouldn't notice the tremble in his arm.

You grin the same one James had seen a million times on Sirius's face, the Black's grin of content. You shake his hand firmly, his big ones almost encasing yours, "You've got yourself a deal, Potter."

James is using every atom on his magical being to control his ecstasy as he smiles widely at you. Once the handshake is done he reaches for his scarf over his neck and wears it on you, "Nice doing business with you, sweetcheeks. I do hope you start wearing warmer clothes though. No snogging will be done if you're in Pomfreys care."

She looks good in my color

Well technically so is the color of a quarter of the schools because of course its a Griffyndor scarf.

"You surely don't expect me to go back. To my dorm. Through the halls, the stairs and the common room. With this on?"

Oh I won't regret this one bit, James thought. He chuckles at your words dripped in such a sarcastic tone, "Of course not, darling. Do you think I'm mad?"

He extends his arms for you to hold, "We'll go back together. Through the halls, the stairs, even the common room. I heard you folks have lovely parties there."

You let out a chuckle as you circle your arms around his, "Oh, the best ones. Your Gryffindors ass is so not invited though."

"Well at least I do have a lovely one, don't I?"

"Oh shut it, Potter!"

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Another storm of commotion is coursing through Hogwarts. A lot has played it off as a mere prank. James grins at the thought of it. He has only you on his mind lately, cherishing the bits of conversation you and him had.

He's on his way to charms class this morning, one that inconveniently does not have you in it, he checked. He checked your schedule last night sneaking through administration with the invisibility cloak.

Moony and Pads by his side as usual. Sirius seems to still haven't caught wind of it, his hair tousled from a good sleep. Apparently he was up all night helping Remus solve a 10k piece magic puzzle.

Won't be long with how loud the students are gossiping though. James let out a coherent sighs. He had an amount of grins with knowing looks from a couple male students and even a pat on the back by a random Slytherin, "Alright, what is going on?" Remus breaks first. Stopping the two boys right before the class door.

James crackles a laugh, "What's going on? Nothing's going on, mate! What?" Moony lets out a drawled scowl on him, one he makes when he pieces that they're in some kind of trouble, "Why is everybody on Hogwarts up your pants then, Prongs?!"

Sirius yawns as he hugs James by the side to lean his head on him, "Yeah... Saw that too even if my eyes were closed the entire walk. You can tell us mate, come on," He does notice the lack of scarf on his mate's neck though, none in this rapidly chilly morning? "Prongsie, where's your scarf? I could really use a pillow here–"

"Oh! Thank Merlin! One second late and I would've thrown this in the bin. Here, take this off me," There you are with James Potter red and yellow scarf on your hands, just coming out the door. All three boys were quite startled, "What? Wait. This isn't your class," said James. His eyes land on the presence of a Slytherin scarf wrapping your neck. James wishes he could take that one instead.

"Yeah... I'm sort of risking being late to Dark Arts for this but I can't take the whispering anymore. I might square the next person who even looks at me!" You told him, your grip on his scarf tightens and James wishes the fabric would stretch upon your nails.

Sirius is well awake now, his bagged eyes darting between you and James as if you're both insane, "Hold–Hold on! What is this? What is happening, Why do you have James's scarf?" He cuts, going between you and James to put a distance and blocks James view. Remus gives James a 'he did warned you, mate' face at the side.

James on the other hand, in too much of a thrill of seeing you this early in the morning, "You could also just admit ya didn't want me to get cold, love. Thanks for the thought there," He said almost shouting as he stands on his tips to try and see you from above Sirius's head.

You let out an annoyed grunt, "Ugh I don't have time for this. Here Siri, give this to that stupid friend of yours. I'd like to keep my Dark Arts seat next to Cissy and Malfoy's been eyeing it like the vulture he is," You throw James's scarf to your cousin's head not caring if it covers his vision, it earns a few chuckles from nearby students. He trashes to take it off and looks at you in betrayal.

You're about to run off to Dark Arts and leave your cousin and his foolish mates when your feet stop and turn you back, "If you still want that date to happen. Expect my owl, Potter. She's a snow named Emerald."

"Oh and it is lovely to meet you, Remus. Do take care of my sod cousin and my idiot boyfriend. Make sure they're out of trouble," You smiled sincerely at Remus, you actually do admire him a little. You love dark arts and your professor rants and rants about Remus's talents.

Remus seems taken aback, but that would make the three of them. You left after he reciprocated your smile and responded with a polite, "You too, (Y/N)."

And as such, you scurried off in a rush to go shoo away Lucius Malfoy from your seat and save Narcissa. Leaving behind a bewildered Remus, an angered Sirius, and a lovestruck James.

James keeps his eyes on you until you turn the corridor, a stupidly huge smile stays on his lips. He turns to find the reality of Sirius's wrath upon him. Remus is quite literally holding back Sirius with his whole body, it's quite an advantageous turn of events that Sirius hasn't had his proper sleep yet.

"Boyfriend! Boyfriend?! When did you even– How is this— Let me go, Moony! He's going to have an earful!"

He definitely will get that earful later. James grins an apologetic smile at Remus as he picks up his scarf that fell to the ground. He could already smell the sweet of your scent from a distance.

Remus lets out a huffed noise, "You really do always get what you want don't you?"

James doesn't reply. He wraps his own scarf on his neck, embracing the warmth it does to his skin. Your scent crashes onto him like tidal waves. A tint of rose blooms on the pale of his cheeks.

He smiles faintly at the open skies over the hall window. He wishes for an owl he hadn't even met for safe travels.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james fleamont potter #marauders fanfiction #james potter fanfiction #forbidden love

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marauder-misprint · 4 months ago

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do you think you can write a part two to ‚He looks like his father‘? It’s just really great and I’d like to see how it goes on

Here it is! The rest of the day with Sirius and Percy! I 100% put some of Sirius' lines from canon into this - it wasn't planned but it fits.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎❤︎❤︎

Old school friends

part one

Sirius Black x fem!Slytherin!reader (mum reader)

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cw: mention of war, y/n y/l/n, fluff?

You locked eyes with Narcissa the moment you and Sirius entered the Three Broomsticks. She gave you a small, knowing smile. With a quick glance to the side, you saw that Sirius was tensed up, his jaw clenched. Frankly, you’re not sure if he was scanning the gaggle of students looking for the boy who could be his son or if he saw Lucius and Narcissa and decided that this was a mistake.

“I know you said you were meeting them here, but ugh,” he mumbled as you weaved through the busy pub.

So the latter. You laughed lightly and scanned the teenagers. You discreetly pointed toward the end of the table where Percy was sitting in between Draco and Theodore Nott.

“Percy’s next to Draco,” you said.

Sirius looked where you pointed. He tried to see what you and Remus meant by the boy looking like him. He supposed the dark hair and light eyes could be similar, but he didn’t see it as strikingly as Remus did. Sirius’ eyes went wide when you turned for the parents’ end of the table instead of toward Percy.

“I thought I was-” Sirius started to say until you reached to grab his arm.

“I’m not going to interrupt him with his friends to introduce an old school friend,” you said, reminding him of who he was to Percy. “You will tolerate the adults for a few drinks. We’ll probably stop by Honeydukes or something after and you can meet him then.”

Sirius nodded and followed you to where the adults were sitting.

“Cousin!” Narcissa greeted Sirius brightly as you sat down next to her and Sirius next to you. “How is the Potter boy doing?”

“Harry’s well. Brilliant as his parents were,” Sirius answered, although his answer sounded strained. He obviously wasn’t used to talking politely with the Malfoys or the other smattering of parents around you.

You looked around the table and realized you recognized a few faces. It made sense that some of Draco’s friends’ families would’ve been invited to the Malfoy’s Christmas parties.

“Gloria Greengrass! Were you at the game?” you asked a woman across the table.

“Oh, Y/N, I thought that was your Percy down there,” Gloria responded, a saccharine smile appearing on her face. “Yes, I did attend. Since when has Percy been attending Hogwarts? I could have sworn you said he was at Durmstrang?”

“He was,” you drawled. It was easy to fall back into the almost pretentious conversation that these pure blood-centric families doled out. “But a promotion brought us to this neck of the woods and, you know Dumbledore, can’t refuse legacy students. I must say, Percy jumped at the opportunity to attend with Draco.”

Gloria laughed and then turned her piercing gaze to Sirius. She gave him an obvious once over.

“And this is?”

“Sirius Black,” you answered for him. “An old friend that I wasn’t expecting to run into today and we decided that we must catch up.”

Gloria nodded and whispered something to the woman next to her. You looked at Sirius briefly, but he was trying to wave down Madam Rosmerta to get drinks brought over for you two.

Then Narcissa leaned over to you and whispered, “Gloria is next to Bridget Zabini. Then, you have the Boyles, the Parkinsons and Marcus Montague.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, placing your hand on top of hers.

Between the Christmas parties and Percy’s occasional letters, you recognized some of the names. However, Gloria was the only you had ever really conversed with. You sat and listened politely to their conversations. Sirius got you both butterbeers. You felt less awkward at the table with a drink in your hands.

“Do you know any of them?” you asked Sirius in a low voice.

“Remus and I keep to the Gryffindor families. But I do know Marcus next to me. Parents were friends.”

“Ah, so you’re best friends,” you teased, earning an eye roll from Sirius.

“Barely. He’s older than Bellatrix.”

“Maybe you have a thing for older men now. It has been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

He scoffed and took a swig of his drink, the foam sticking to his upper lip. You handed him a napkin.

“Good to know you still hate the foam,” Sirius muttered as he wiped it away.

“I don’t hate it. I just think it looks sloppy,” you corrected him.

Narcissa leaned forward and said, “She’s right. It does look sloppy. Anyways, Y/N, can I assume that you two have… caught up on big life occurrences?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Narcissa had a certain kind of tact, that was for sure.

“He is aware, yes,” you said firmly.

Sirius looked from you to Narcissa to Percy and back to you.

“And what of it? Where does that leave things?” she pressed.

“Cissa. We can discuss it over tea at a later date. Now is not the time, nor the place.”

She gave you an annoyed look. She wanted details and to know how things were going to move forward with this since Sirius now knew about Percy and you brought him to butterbeers. You were mildly amused that she thought it was something you’d be willing to discuss in front of people you barely knew.

Both you and Sirius opted to listen more than participate in the conversations around you. You shared low comments here and there and responded when spoken to, but that was about it. You felt like you were a little kid being allowed to sit at the adult table for once. You understood most of the conversations but not enough to contribute. From how rigid Sirius was, you assumed he felt the same way. Some pure blood families never changed.

After a while and a few refills, you stood and signaled for Sirius to do the same.

“It’s been lovely seeing you all, but I have some errands to run before I leave the village,” you told the adults before calling down to the end of the table, “Percy, we’re leaving.”

Percy said a quick bye to his friends before joining you and Sirius near the exit of the pub.

“Percy, this is one of my friends from when I went here, Sirius Black.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” your son said, holding out his hand which Sirius shook. “Oh, I saw you earlier! After the match!”

“Yes. You were in quite a hurry to get to your mum. Can’t say I blame you,” Sirius said with a smirk.

You elbowed him in the side.

“Ow,” Sirius hissed as you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Wait, Mum, did you say Black? Sir, are you related to Aunt Cissa?”

You could tell that Sirius wanted to gag or say something rude. It was instinct for him, but he swallowed the urge down.

“She’s my cousin, yes.”

“Wicked.”

“Oh, and Sirius is fine. None of that sir business.”

“Perc, do you mind if he tags along? I literally haven't seen him since before you were born.”

“Yeah, whatever, Mum. Honeydukes?”

“Lead the way,” you laughed.

Percy pushed open the doors. The warm afternoon air enveloped you as you stepped out into the sunlight. Percy wasted no time and headed toward the sweets shop. You and Sirius walked behind him. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips. It was amusing to see Sirius watch Percy, trying to see what similarities others saw and imagining everything he missed in this child’s upbringing.

Just outside Honeydukes, Percy stopped and turned to face you.

“Sirius, sir, if you don’t mind me asking, which house were you in?”

“I don’t mind at all. Gryffindor.”

Percy’s face lit up. “Oh! So you must’ve known my dad!”

You froze.

“Mum says he was in Gryffindor. Any of your old mates dead?”

Embarrassment washed over you. Your son, despite all the respect and manners Durmstrang taught him, still was a teenager. You looked to Sirius to see how he would respond and you wanted to laugh at his expression. At least you did until he answered.

“Too many of them, Percy. Far too many of them.” His tone was grave.

“The war,” Percy breathed in realization. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.”

Okay, maybe Durmstrang did alright.

“Ah, don’t worry ‘bout, kit. I like to think that the ones we love never really leave us. They’re always in here,” he said, patting his chest. “Anyways, what’s your favorite sweet? I’m buying. A thank you for letting me tag along.”

“Awesome! We’re so getting Shock-o-chocs!”

Percy bolted into the store to find his most frequented stand. You nudged Sirius’ as you took a step forward.

“Thanks for… not being hard on him about the war.”

“Please, least I could do. And don’t think I’m not getting you Chocolate Eternals.”

Your heart fluttered. He had remembered your favorite after all these years. It must’ve shown on your face.

As Sirius started walking toward the door, he said, “If I recall, you never could turn them down.”

You followed the boys into the shop. It wasn’t exactly as you remembered it. It felt more crowded with additional stands and a larger variety of sweets. Sirius and Percy were standing among the chocolate options, putting an ungodly amount of packages into a basket that Sirius was holding onto. You shook your head as you walked up to them.

“Not trying to drain his bank account, are you?” you asked.

“Mum, your friend insisted.”

You gave Sirius a soft glare. He had often been the recipient of your glares and knew every variation. Just like he did when you were students, he flashed you his most charming grin.

“Sirius…”

“What? If he’s really your kid, then chocolate’s one of his most important food groups and Hogwarts is depriving him of it.”

“I’m deprived, Mum,” Percy added, suddenly sporting an identical grin to Sirius.

Merlin, they were practically twins. Had this kid not inherited a single one of your genes?

“I mean, I’m not saying no. Just pointing out that Sirius is going to run himself broke.” You crossed your arms and popped your hip out. “I’m surprised you’re broke already.”

��I’m financially responsible.”

You snorted as you tossed a few Chocolate Cauldrons into the basket.

“You and the word ‘responsible’ will never be in the same sentence.”

He shrugged. “What’s life without a little risk?”

“Go buy this before we end up buying the whole place out,” you told Sirius.

Percy gave you a wide-eyed look. “Can we do that?”

“No, Percy, no. You have to pace yourself.”

Sirius, despite being a short distance away as he stood in line, said, “Godric, he’s fifteen. Cut ‘im some slack, love!”

You pressed your lips together at the endearment. The apologetic look that crossed Sirius’ face showed that he noticed his slipup too. You glanced at Percy, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it. You sighed and slung an arm over his shoulder.

“Let’s wait for Sirius outside,” you said, steering your son out of the store. “Classes going well?”

He nodded. “Bit easier than Durmstrang. Library’s better here. The moving staircases? Stupid,” he said, voice turning bitter at the mention of the stairs.

You tried not to laugh. Those stairs have always been a struggle for certain students. If Percy had started here when he was eleven, he likely wouldn't be so irritated with them now.

“Everything else is good though? Sleeping okay? Eating enough? Friends? Girlfriends?”

“Mum!” he whined. “Yeah, I’m good. All good. Got friends.”

You smiled impishly as your son turned bright red. It was your motherly duty to embarrass your son every once in a while. The bell above the Honeydukes door tinkled, announcing Sirius’ return to you.

“Where to next, L/Ns? Harry usually insists on Spintwitches, like he needs anything from there.”

“Harry?” Percy asked.

“Did I not mention? I’m Harry Potter’s uncle. You know, Gryffindor seeker,” Sirius answered.

Percy made a slight face at the clarification. You chuckled. Your indifference-leaning-dislike of James was apparently being relived by Percy and Harry.

“Not a fan, I take it?” Sirius said.

Percy tutted to buy him a moment before answering. He spoke slowly as if choosing his words carefully. “He’s not my favorite Gryffindor so far.”

“His father wasn’t mine either,” you told Percy, earning yourself an eye roll from Sirius. “Don’t think we need anything from Spintwitches… Uh, Percy, need any supplies? They got parchment, books, ink, quills, potion ingredients. Practically whatever you need.”

“I know, Mum. Not my first Hogsmeade visit,” Percy said. “Can we stop by Dogwood and Deathcap? I checked the Magic Neep for dittany last week and they were out. Draco wouldn’t go to Dogwood with me.”

You looked at Sirius, both of you nodding and then turning in the direction of the ingredients shop. Sirius kept looking at you with a smile on his face. You tried to ignore it and the way it sent butterflies into your stomach. You weren’t a teenager anymore. You were an adult with adult responsibilities and adult control over your feelings. Sirius should not have this effect on you anymore.

“How close were you two?” Percy asked, catching you and Sirius in the act of making eye contact and then immediately looking away.

“Ah, how do you kids say it these days? Frenemies?” you offered.

Sirius barked a loud laugh. He knew it was a fairly accurate description, it just left out the ‘more than friends’ portions.

“Frenemies?” Percy repeated.

“A very love-hate relationship. Don’t think your mum approved of all the trouble I got into,” Sirius confirmed. “She really didn’t like it when she got detention for something I did.”

You groaned at the memory.

“Sirius had me be his lookout while he stole from Professor Slughorn’s private stores. Potion master. And someone walked out of the closet when I clearly hadn’t given an ‘all clear’ signal.”

“I couldn’t hear you talking to Sluggy. I’ve apologized hundreds of times!”

“What other trouble did you get her into?” Percy asked eagerly.

The stories you had told him about your days weren’t the ones that ended with you in detention. You left out the stories that involved stealing from professors and the dueling in the corridors and sneaking around with Sirius and any pranks that you happened to be a part of.

Sirius hummed. “Did your mum ever tell you about the time she sent me flying into a wall? I was in the hospital wing for a week.”

“What? No? Mum?” Percy gasped. He looked between you. “What happened?”

“Your-ahem.” You cleared your throat. You had almost just called Sirius “your father” to Percy. That was a slip up you didn’t need happening. “Sirius was being an idiot and he ended up on the wrong side of my wand. It happens.” You hoped your nonchalance covered up your earlier mistake.

“The wrong side of your wand,” Sirius muttered with a shake of his head. “She hit me with Bombarda!”

“You deserved it.”

Sirius knew better than to argue with that point, especially since he didn’t fancy landing on a pumpkin in the field next to them. Sirius had been breaking up with you, again, when you sent him into the wall. You recalled it coming out of nowhere, but Sirius knew that James and Remus had urged him to get away from you. While he had been in the hospital wing due to his resulting injuries, you had nightly detention for a week.

“You went around Bombarda-ing people?” Percy asked.

“I did deserve it,” Sirius said before you could answer.

“Glad you admit it,” you told him before turning to Percy. “This is a ‘do as I say, not as I did’ situation. I’ve sat through more than my fair share of detention.”

“A whole new side to Mum… When did you stop being wild?”

You scrunched the left side of your face in thought. “Let’s see, you’re fifteen so somewhere around fifteen years ago?”

Percy made a face at you. The three of you walked up to Dogwood and Deathcap. Sirius held open the door for you. The shopkeeper greeted you from behind the counter but only Sirius got named.

“Do you have any dittany, ma’am?” Percy asked, leaning his arms on the counter to look behind her.

“That I do… Just let me grab it,” the witch answered.

As she turned to get it, Sirius stepped forward and pulled out his pouch of coins. Then you stepped forward, putting a hand over the pouch.

“I can pay,” you told him firmly.

“I want to.”

You glared at each other, each waiting for the other to back down. Somehow, you both missed Percy pulling out his own galleon and sliding it across the counter when the shopkeeper turned around with a package of dittany flowers.

“Thank you, ma’am. Mum? Sirius? You ready?”

You blinked and then looked at Percy.

“Oh, yeah. How much was it?”

“Just a galleon. Don’t worry about it. Money’s from Uncle.”

When you got back to the main street of Hogsmeade, Percy saw some of his friends heading back to the castle. He gave you one last hug and shook Sirius’ hand again before joining up with them. You and Sirius stood next to each other and watched him practically tackle Draco. Draco glanced back at you, offering a quick wave before they continued down the path.

“Didn’t tell him much about me, did you?” Sirius asked, still looking where the boys had disappeared into the horizon.

“He knows enough,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t tell him about the countless times you broke my heart.”

Sirius sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“He knows his father was smart, kind and loyal. Stuck up for his friends. I told him that his father had the brightest smile and he got it too. And he does. He has your smile.” You took a sharp breath. “I’m not sorry for leaving certain aspects out so he can have a good image of who his father is.”

“Thank you, then. For making me sound better than I am.”

You scoffed, or laughed. It was a mix.

“It’s all true, Sirius. The only lie I’ve told him about you is that you’re dead.”

“How did I die?”

This time, it was a real laugh that left your lips, full of warmth. It was the laugh that made Sirius fall in love with you time after time during your time at Hogwarts.

“At the hands of dark magic. If you had died in the war, it would’ve been the truth.”

“Ah, too bad I survived.”

You hummed. “Too bad.” You gave Sirius a kind smile. “I really should be going. And you should be finding Remus.”

You made to step off to the side where the Floo network was connected, but Sirius reached out to stop you.

“Where are you living nowadays?” he asked rushedly.

“Um, London. Why?”

“I told you, if you’d want to, I want to try again. Let me take you on a date. I’m in Godric’s Hollow, but I’ll go to wherever if you’re there.”

You pursed your lips as you considered it. You had said you would talk about it later. Sirius had played nice with the Malfoys and other Slytherin families. He did well with Percy. It had been a nice afternoon.

“Do you have a phone?” you asked.

“No? That’s a muggle thingy, right?”

You exhaled out of your nose. “Yeah. Then, I mean, I’m reachable by owl. We can grab a drink sometime.”

Sirius smiled widely and let go of your arm. You returned his smile, although yours was more polite while his was full of joy. You grabbed a handful of powder and vanished in a flash of green flames. Sirius waited a moment, staring where you had previously been standing. He had a son and the promise of a drink with you. He shook his head in disbelief as he turned to make his way back to the castle so he could find Remus. This really hadn’t been the day he was expecting when they arrived for the quidditch match, but he wasn’t complaining.

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deswhomst · 4 months ago

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For the purpose of this, just assume that all pureblood families are on good terms and attend events together.

“On your right,” Narcissa whispered. “That shade of gold should have a cell in Azkaban just for it.”

Regulus titled his head a little, nothing too sudden or obvious. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “If she stands directly under a chandelier, I’ll have a stroke.”

Narcissa huffed. “Merlin forbid.”

The two of them were sitting at their designated table, having had socialized more than they cared for already. Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Sirius were still out and about somewhere but it was much more fun to judge people for their fashion skills—or lack thereof—than it would be to search for the other three.

“Eww,” Regulus scrunched up his face in blatant disgust as his eyes landed on his uncle. “What the fuck is your father wearing?”

“Oh, that,” Narcissa let out a resigned sigh, looking thoroughly annoyed. “I requested him serveral times not to wear that monstrosity but he evidently did not listen.”

“What is he trying to do, blend in with the furniture?” Regulus raised an eyebrow. “He looks like a velvet armchair.”

“Oi, don’t insult velvet armchairs like this!” Narcissa hit the back of his head. “Disgraceful, Reggie.”

He grinned back at her. “Apologies.”

Narcissa shook her head, eyes accessing the scene once more. It took her all of two seconds to locate their next target.

“Nott looks like a panicked ostrich,” she commented. “Look at that hat.”

Regulus looked.

He wished he hadn’t.

“Right?” Narcissa nodded sympathetically at the horrified expression on his face. “Maybe he was hoping that if he couldn’t see us, we wouldn’t be able to see his poor taste.”

Despite himself, Regulus laughed softly.

“Oh! Did you see Mrs. Parkinson?” he asked her, suddenly remembering that criminal offense. “Cissy … it was bad.”

“The mustard yellow?” Narcissa closed her eyes in dread, as if praying for patience.

He nodded. “It was satin, too.”

“The wrinkles, Regulus!” she exclaimed. “The wrinkles.”

“I know,” he patted her shoulder sympathetically. “I thought we had rules and standards as a society.”

“Not anymore, little cousin,” she sighed. “What do these people do with all this money? Can they not afford a stylist?”

“The least they can do is a bonfire,” he added. “Burn it all, I say!”

Narcissa laughed. “We should start our own bonfire and throw all of them in it!”

“The people, too?”

“Well, I’m not taking off someone’s clothes for them, so yes.”

“Sounds reasonable. Done.”

“We would be doing society a favor, really,” Narcissa said.

“Of course,” agreed Regulus. “And my eyes, too. They hurt from seeing so much ugly.”

“You and me both, Reggie.”

For a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence. Regulus was drinking whatever had been poured out for him as Narcissa sat observing their surroundings.

“Potter looks good,” she commented.

“Yes,” Regulus agreed instinctively, eyes widening once he realized what he had said. “I mean—compared to the others here, he seems … normal looking.”

Narcissa hummed, clearly fighting off a smile. “Interesting.”

“Nothing is interesting,” Regulus complained. “It’s a low bar, Narcissa. The color of his shirt is still unbearable.”

“Mhm. Is it?”

“Yes,” he pressed on firmly. “It’s such a—stupid red! What is he trying to prove with it? And his glasses are so stupid, too. Why is the frame dark brown and not simply black? Or even red since that’s what he keeps wearing. And his hair.” He breathed out in frustration. “Don’t even get me started on his hair! Why can’t it calm down? It’s just as obnoxious as he is.”

Narcissa looked like she had a hard time controlling her laughter.

“Shut up,” he mumbled petulantly.

“Why are you blushing?” she teased. “Trying to match the color of his shirt?”

Regulus sent her the meanest of glares. “I hate you.”

“Aww,” Narcissa mocked. “But we were having so much fun.”

He scowled, pushing her hand away as she ruffled his hair.

“Oh, no,” Narcissa swore under her breath all of a sudden. “Fuck.”

Regulus followed her line of sight to locate James Potter and Alice Fortescue walking over in their direction.

“Oh, Merlin,” Regulus turned to his cousin. “Quick! What do we do?”

“I don’t know!” she replied, equally dramatic. “You do something!”

“Okay, okay …” he looked at their approaching figures, then back at Narcissa. “It’s a fair fight. Two versus two. And we’re Blacks so we can take them.”

“Regulus, she’s an auror,” she stressed.

“So?” he asked. “You think you’re less than an auror? Do you? Huh? Huh?”

“N-No? No! Of course, not.”

“Good. Keep that attitude,” Regulus nodded, satisfied. “This will be fine.”

Narcissa relaxed, too. “Yeah …”

Regulus looked back at her and smirked. “Interesting.”

“Shut the fuck up, Regulus.”

James and Alice finally made it to the table, both wearing matching smiles. James was, of course, in his stupid red shirt that Regulus mentioned earlier and Alice was in a rather beautiful black dress that went down to her knees. Regulus has always been a believer that a person can’t go wrong with black clothes (unless they make it obnoxious somehow).

“Hi, Alice,” Regulus greeted. “You look good. Doesn’t she, Narcissa?”

She kicked him underneath the table. “Of course.”

“Hi, Regulus,” Alice grinned. “And thank you, both.”

James was frowning. Regulus wished he would stop.

“We were talking about throwing people into a bonfire,” Regulus told Alice. “For wearing bad clothes. You’re safe.”

“Er—thank you?”

“What about me?” James asked. “Am I safe? And you didn’t even greet me.”

“Hello, Potter,” Narcissa waved a dismissive hand. “And yeah, you’re—“

“No!” Regulus cut across her. “Your shirt is horrible and I hate it. Go and change into a prettier color, then you’ll be safe.”

Alice snickered quietly, slipping into the empty chair next to Narcissa while James remained rooted to the spot, gaping at Regulus.

“This is pretty!” he protested. “You said you liked this color—“

“Not on you.”

“Oh, stop,” Narcissa swatted him on the arm. “Potter, stop moaning and sit down.”

“You have a problem with people moaning, do you?” Alice asked, titling her head to the side.

“Not people,” Narcissa shrugged. “Just men.”

“I’m not a man,” Alice said.

Narcissa tried very hard not to let her smile show and it was working for the most part. “Thank Merlin.”

Regulus could gag. Is this how lesbians flirt? He rolled his eyes and turned to James, who was still looking utterly betrayed.

“Oh, stop sulking,” Regulus tugged gently at his sleeve. “You can keep your hideous shirt, James, I seem to be having a moment of bad taste myself and am suddenly fond of your shirt.”

Yeah, no, Regulus should not be judging anyone for how they flirt.

James grinned so widely that it was all worth it.

Across the table, Narcissa and Alice were looking at the pair of them with small smirks.

“Cute,” Narcissa whispered to Alice, though they all heard it.

“Adorable,” Alice whispered back.

Regulus stared resolutely into his drink but an involuntary smile crept across his face.

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djuvlipen · 16 days ago

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i've never been this close to blocking you...

"they've announced dumbledore!" "they've announced mcgonagall!" "they've announced the trio!" "they've announced malfoy!" okay? when will it be my blorbo's turn..

#also my fanfic is multipov it has both dean centric and seamus centric chapters #and actually the one im writing also has padma's pov (i'm a feminist)#everyone who has read my fic would know this miss rowling #also you reminded me that the other day my dear mutual ratatattouille said #'in my fic theodore nott used to have a crush on goyle bc he's into bears'#and i still haven't recovered from the psychic damage i got from Cursed Lore Info

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weasleyreidstyles · 1 year ago

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Serendipity Headcannons; Mattheo Riddle

series masterlist

A glimpse into our main boy's life leading up to sixth year (where Serendipity kicks off) – eventually going to do them for each character (the ones who are a constant in the series), except meadow since that's more reader-centric but let me know who i should do next (this is me putting off writing chapter 17 because its making me want to rip out my hair)

It actually ended up being so long (i got carried away) that i'll have to do a separate post for the nsfw😏 hcs that i also wrote down - if that's something that people want to see of course

warning(s): cannonical violence, mentions of parental death, menions of torture and abuse (tried to make this as mild as possible), allusions to self harm (literally one bullet point), mentions of blood supremacy/cannonical pureblood madness, mentions of alcohol consumption/drug use, mentions of being sick (sorry fellow emetaphobes), allusions to an ED

Obviously he's Voldemort's son (its a known fact; when his name was called shortly after Harry's during the Sorting Ceremony, people immediately began to fear him for his last name – avoided him in corridors and older students were horrible to him)

His mother died when he was born, so he never got to meet her. But she had loved Tom Riddle with all her heart, despite knowing what kind of person he was (I like the tom hughes fancast for an older version of him – TikTok editors have me influenced)

When he failed to kill baby Harry, Theodore Nott's mum took it upon herself to care for Mattheo (who was only several months older than Harry at the time) – she was close friends with Matt's mum

They may not be related by blood, but Matt considers Theo to be his brother as well as his best friend

Mattheo's childhood (up until he was eight) was relatively acquiescent, but obviously being the heir to the Dark Lord comes with its own traumas – he was plagued with nightmares he swears were real conversations with his father

When Theo's mum died, his father wasn't the nicest to either of the boys; they both grew to resent him – the man either ignored them, shouted at them or beat them senselessly (to build character)

They had a Governess in the years after Theo's mum died, so that they'd be well ahead of their peers once they got to Hogwarts - also a way to keep them out of Theo Nott Senior's way

During his sorting, the hat immediately placed him in Slytherin, but it wasn't as quick to choose, like it was with Draco or Blaise.

Harry had unconsciously made him public enemy number one when he found out who he was (I mean his dad did kill Harry's parents so) as well as Draco and co

Mattheo doesn't believe in the blood supremacy that is spouted around pureblood families – has never used 'mudblood' to insult anyone (draco take notes fr) – but thats only due to theo's mother and the way she raised her boys – also it would be so hypocritical because he's a halfblood (i think, idk the twisted lore of purebloods too deeply)

Professor Quirrell took a particular interest towards Mattheo (his dad was literally playing house on the back of the guys head)

He found out that Quirrell was Voldemort (?) pretty quickly when the Dark Mark was burned onto his left forearm – something that continuously happened in his nightmares so he thought he was in one when it happened

Partly why he didn't say anything – he was also weary that no one would believe him

He tried everything to get it off his skin – burning, scratching, spelling, even carving it out, but nothing worked. The Dark Mark was engraved onto his arm like it had buried itself within the very cell structure of his skin

He didn't gain as much attention as Harry did in first year. He went practically under the rader after the first couple of months, only interacting with his small group of friends (Theo, Draco, Blaise, Enzo and Pansy) and competing for the top academic spot in class – when Theo's father found out that both boys were being beaten for first place by a muggleborn (go Hermione!), he used the cruciatus curse on both of them - moreso on Theo :(

Second year was a completely different story however

When the Chamber of Secrets opened, people whispered that he could be the heir of Slytherin (because his father is literally Voldemort so technically they weren't wrong) and he didn't go as unnoticed as before

He developed a thick skin towards the insults and returned them with steely looks that sent people scurrying the other way

He began physically fighting some people when his restraint snapped at times though – he didn't have a way to relieve the tension from all the agression at this point

The only people who spoke to him with no fear were his friends

When the first student was petrified, he was brought into Dumbledore's office for questioning

During the dueling session, he watched in awe as Harry spoke to the snake but didn't dare say a word

He was the only one in his group that didn't bad mouth Harry at this time or call him the 'heir of Slytherin'

He's actually really smart (not at Ancient Runes though lol) and is among one of Professor Flitwick's favourite students

When Harry and Ron posed as Crabbe and Goyle you (Meadow) had posed as Pansy and he had thought it was strange to see her with the two of them, but she had a small crush on Draco in first and second year so he brushed it off as her trying to impress his friend

But he knew it wasn't her when Draco had mentioned Hermione (calling her a mudblood) and 'Pansy' had gone deathly still

He's been skilled at Occlimency for as long as he can remember, as has Theo. But Mattheo has a certain affinity (he calls it a curse) for hearing people thoughts without even uttering the spell – also why he's so good at preventing people like Dumbledore from using it on him

Wasn't aware of his father's diary being used to lure Harry to the Chamber of Secrets, but at one point he heard the whispers in the pipes and vehemently ignored it until it eventually stopped (big mistake, cus voldy holds grudges very well)

Once Ginny was rescued from the Chamber, he felt incredibly guilty even though he literally had no control of the situation – sent her an 'anonymous' gift basket as an apology (he knew it would never make up for what happened to her, but he hoped it would at least make her smile) – it did, she thought it was a gift from dumbledore though

One of the only times he was even a little kind to the Golden Trio and their friends

The summer after second year was hellish for him and Theo

The basilisk was obviously meant to kill Harry so Theo Nott Senior was angry that his master's big plan had failed (2 years running🤝)

Third year was more mild than the last (thank God, honestly)

Mattheo had made it onto the quidditch team now that half of them had left the year before

He's a beater and proud of it – lets out all that pent up agression on the field, which makes him one of the best in his house (dare i say whole school🤭)

Quidditch became his whole personality basically (he's a teenage boy duh – it's like the football obsessed idiots in the pub levels) and he came to love the attention it brought him – he was starting to be noticed by girls outside Slytherin and making enemies with the rival players

He decided then that he wanted to play quidditch professionally in the future – he would not be caught dead behind a desk in the Ministry (they probably wouldn't hire hom anyway, simply because he's a Riddle)

Because he was on the team, he was invited to more parties which he also enjoyed – the man can drink!

But he wasn't one to jump around like a madman like some people he saw at the parties. He and his friends (those on the team – Theo, Blaise and Draco) would sit around the sofas and play drinking games with others who were sat down – including you and some of your housemates at times – but never the Gryffindors

Sirius Black was on the loose which took the pressure of being Tom Riddle's son off his shoulders somewhat – no one actually dared to fuck with Mattheo now that he was a beater either

Buckbeak took a liking to him, surprisingly, as did the thestrals that only he, Theo and so few others could see

The dementors affected him as much as they affected Harry – he could hear his own mother's cries

During the boggart lesson, he was apprehensive of what he would see – would he see what he sees in his most horrifying nightmares? Or would it be something as trivial as a grindilow or something?

Safe to say he was glad that Professor Lupin stopped the lesson after Harry's turned into the dementor

Speaking of dementors, one of the only spells he cannot cast is the Patronus Charm – even his happiest memories are not strong enough to envoke the magic

People thought he helped Sirius into the castle at one point (absurd, i know)

He and Harry got into some arguments at times – Mattheo liked to provoke him for the fun of it, mostly so that competition on the quidditch field was filled with extra tension, but also because Harry and Ron are dickheads who like to talk shit about him and his friends (hypocrites because the Slytherins literally do the same thing lol)

This is the point where you're on his radar a bit more frequently – you, Ron and Hermione went to Hogsmeade a lot and were frequently in the same places as Mattheo and his friends

He does not like you at all, partly for the fact that you follow Harry and Dumbledore so blindly but also – you are one of the reasons he and theo get so much stick at home, along with hermione being top of the class, you are as well so he grows to resent you a little

He's always there when you're yelling at anyone who says something against your friends (usually Crabbe or Goyle – our mortal enemies fr)

When Sirius escaped the dementors people genuinely thought he helped (again, absurd i know)

Moving onto fourth year...he went to the Quidditch World Cup with Theo and Nott Senior disappeared after the match ended and festivities began

We all know what happened but when the Dark Mark appeared in the sky, Theo, Draco and Mattheo all looked at it in absolute horror, having heard the harrowing stories first hand from their families

Mattheo had a panic attack at the thought of his father returning – after the run in with him in first year, he's been certain that Voldemort isn't really dead, and this confirms it for him (because why the fuck would his father's mark appear out of nowhere?)

Because of that, the school year is off to a great start

He gets into fights left, right and centre – especially since quidditch has been cancelled in favour of hosting the Triwizard Tournament (i've obviously aged up the characters but lets pretend the age limit still exists in some capacity)

The Durmstrang students practically worshipped the ground he walked on – which was ego boosting to start with, but Mattheo quickly grew irritated by their constant infatuation with him – especially Karkaroff who always compared him to the great Tom Riddle or the 'Dark Lord' interchangeably

Whenever Professor Moody stared at him for too long, he got an odd sensation on his left forearm, where the mark sits, like spiders were scurrying and crawling around – he decides after the very first DADA lesson (unforgivable curses) that he did not like this professor.

There was just something off about him, but Mattheo couldn't quite figure out what – foolishly tried Occlimency but obviously it didn't work on the most infamous auror

Wasn't even surprised when Harry's name came out of the Goblet – he is coined 'Saint Potter' by the friendgroup (started of course by Draco)

He and Theo snuck out to the forbidden forest to see the dragons up close before the first task – almost got caught by Charlie Weasley, had Hagrid and Harry not showed up with Madame Maxine mere moments before he could spot them

He took a random girl from Beauxbatons to the Yule Ball because he did not want to deal with the hassle of Hogwarts gossip – but everyone gossiped about it anyway (busybodies)

Rumours went around about the two of them (you know like how Snape caught two people in the carriage🤭)

At this point, you were just his arch nemesis' best friend so you were not fully on his radar past sneering comments and jibes, but a small part of him can admit that you looked beautiful in your glittering dress (think Feyre starfall dress vibes)

The rest of the year went by uneventfully – he got on with his school work and remained one of the top of class except in Ancient Runes which theo tried to tutor him in....unsuccessfully

In the months leading up to the third task, Mattheo noticed Moody's skittish behaviour (also Karkaroff and weirdly...Snape) especially after Crouch was found murdered in the Forbidden Forest after the second task

On the day of the first task, he had the worst gut feeling he's ever felt – bigger than the day he found out that his surrogate mother had died

Sitting in the stands with his friends, near the back of the stadium, his arm begins to burn so painfully that he has to fight physically crying out at the crippling pain (Voldemort just got resurrected as a noseless alien)

Excuses himself to his friends' utter confusion and concern – Theo stops Pansy from running after him, letting him have space, somehow just knowing what Matt's sudden departure meant (he saw Mattheo cradle his left arm while he walked away)

Just before Mattheo walks through the exit, Harry apparates back with the trophy (portkey) and Cedric's dead body beneath him screaming that "Voldemort's back!"

He couldn't hold back the contents of his stomach at the statement because he knew it was true. He just knew it deep in his bones.

He had to hide behind the bleachers of the quidditch pitch while everyone was stampeding to leave, where he just sobbed and sobbed because he knew then what his future would be.

Theo found him an hour later and together they mourned for the future Mattheo had desperately always wanted

That summer was the worst he's ever experienced to date.

He met this snake-like version of his father, his only other memories being of a handsome man (Tom Hughes vibes) not whatever this thing was.

His father thanked Theo Nott Senior personally for taking such good care of his heir – this was such an ego boost for that horrid man

Mattheo was tortured into the perfect soldier that summer – tasked with training other Slytherins/purebloods into the regime

Its not very discernable but if his hands are still for long enough, they begin to shake unconsciously due to just how many times Voldemort used the cruciatus curse on him

His nightmares had become a reality that summer – he no longer slept, and only ate when Draco had to force him to

There was one silver lining at least

No one believed Harry Potter.

So Voldemort's army grew exponentially in secret, as did their knowledge of certain prophecies

We know that Professor Trelawney had the vision but Voldemort has a seer of his own – who made him aware of the order being in possession of a siphon but not able to say who it is (its meadow of course🤪🤪🤪)

His fifth year marked the start of the war, even if the otherside didn't know it just yet

At school, Harry started many explosive arguments with him, that he admittedly fed into a little bit out of pure amusement

His stoic facade was ever present this year. Not an expression painted his handsome face in the public eye. Rarely did anyone catch a glimmer of joy in those onyx eyes.

It was around this time, when he discovered that Harry was being taught Occlimency that you were doing some studying of your own

He heard the soft whisper of your thoughts in his head – a pleasant sound – mumbling little bits and pieces about the art, as if you were revising them over and over like a broken record

He knew you were Theo's patrol partner because Theo would not stop complaining about having to deal with one of Saint Potter's loyal followers (the two of you did not speak for 5 whole patrol sessions – lets say between September and November)

Thats when the idea sprang

Admittedly it started out as a way to satisfy his curiosity

He wanted to know why you were learning Occlimency and actually doing surprisingly well, despite not having someone to actively practice it on/with you, while Potter was not taking it seriously at all

So he asked Theo to try and befriend you – when asked why, he explained that he was curious and wanted to know if he hunch he had was right – his gut feelings are almost never wrong

Theo begins his task of slowly befriending you and relaying anything remotely important to Mattheo – no progress at first, until the two of you happen to bond over your hatred for the new DADA professor

He joins the Inquisitorial Squad because Theo's father wanted him to, and by extension said that the Dark Lord wanted his son to set an example too (lets not forget, in his prime Tom was literally the smartest in the school – was definitely head boy as well as an academic weapon)

This is how he finds out what Umbridge's detentions truly entailed

Speaking of Umbridge (she deserves her own tw actually), she had shown particular favouritism towards Mattheo and his friends, to anyone who was against Harry, really – never gave them detentions and let them off easily, even defended Mattheo's honour against Harry's 'heinous' accusations

But back to the detentions – both he and Theo found out about the blood quill around the same time

He was waiting for Theo to finish patrols so they could go smoke in the Astronomy Tower, when he overheard Umbridge talking to the two of you

Well actually she was talking to you – because apparently it was now against the rules for prefects to walk around past curfew (even though thats their literal role?) and she gave you a detention for it

When you asked why in Merlin's name Theo wasn't being treated the same, she said it's because he's on the Inquisitorial Squad and was therefore exempt from her detentions

You had detention the next day and did not show up to your next few patrols, but Mattheo saw the hints of a glamour covering your non-dominant hand (he would know because he's had a glamour over his scarred forearm for years)

Theo told him that you refused to admit that something was wrong - you hadn't even told your friends about whatever was bothering you

They found out by chance – a first year that had gotten lost was cradling their hand and the boys saw the words of the boy's own scrawl etched harshly into the flesh of his hand

When Matt was observing you in the library one day (happenstance, he's not a stalker lol), he was deducing how far along you were with Occlimency but found that you winced and held your head when he actively tried to enter your mind – not good for how long you'd been teaching yourself the art

So he gets Theo to talk to you mentally and the first time it happens is actually comical – you drop the contents of your potions incredients onto the floor out of shock before you whack Theo across the head with your hardbacked potions textbook

That's really how the two of you became friends, your friendship with Pansy following soon after

Now you're slowly building up the tolerance for Occlimency with a little help from a friend

Leading up to Christmas, the mark burns wickedly against his skin at all hours of the day

Then Arthur Weasley is attacked and Mattheo is surprised that no Weasley has come to deck him in the face for simply being Voldemort's son

Obviously no one does because everyone (barring you and Hermione) have been swept away to 12 Grimmauld Place

After Christmas he does get decked – George sends a bludger his way that most definitely had the power to break his entire arm (and definitely a few ribs); after the abysmal Christmas break he's had, he's almost tempted to let it happen – but his beater instincts kick in and he's pelting the bludger and all its momentous energy towards one of Gryffindor's chasers instead

His Dark Mark burns every time his father fails to retrieve his and Harry's prophecy

He begins to suspect that you are the siphoner when you perform wandless magic like its a second nature during breakfast one morning (you're using your magic to flip through the pages of your book, while you leisurely sip coffee, probably awaiting Granger's arrival)

His suspicions are more than confirmed when your magic seems to literally pulse like your pulling more of it from the air – it's almost indiscernible, but if he paid attention, he could see the symphonic ripple of your magic and the Great Hall's magic mingling in the air (and he knows Dumbledore can see it too)

He explains this to Theo without telling him so much that'll get him involved with what knowing this will mean for his brother

He passes all his O.W.Ls with a plethora Outstanding and Exceeds Expectations grades, except for Ancient Runes where he gets a mere Acceptable (which somehow still allows him to retake the class in his N.E.W.Ts options, funnily enough)

What's not funny is Voldemort's reaction to this anomaly of a result :(

Lets rewind to june 18th (aka battle of department of mysteries; RIP Sirius Black you icon, you legend)

The DA have just been busted (like two weeks/a week prior to the date above) and you're all in detention writing out the line "I must not disobey the Ministry" over and over again – to the point where it has become a permanent scar that you see everyday

Exams are happening and Harry has just been delivered a vision by Voldemort (he just passed out in a DADA exam🫣)

Saint Potter and his band of followers try to break into Umbrige's office and fail exponentially

The Inquisitorial Squad catch you all in the act of guarding the corridor outside her office while Harry, Ron and Hermione try and contact Sirius

You're all trapped in the office and everyone (including the Inquisitorial Squad) is shocked when she goes to cast the cruciatus on Potter – internally Matt is cringing and fighting the instinctive flinch

"You can't do that! It's illegal!" Your defence of harry is ignored as Umbridge puts Fudge picture face down – Matt swears your eyes burn a violent indigo, but it's gone in a blink

Hermione and Harry end up taking her to where 'Dumbledore's secret weapon' is and you lot are now all stuck with the Inquisitorial Squad

Theo actually only holds you loosely, and he's the same with Ginny – not forcefully holding her, but also not allowing her to break free at the same time

Crabbe and Goyle take Ron's bate and eat the Puking Pastilles from the Weasley twins' personal collection and you all escape

Then the battle eventually takes place and everyone knows that Voldemort truly has returned

Now onto the current timeline of Serendipity!!

Mattheo decides over summer that he wants to help the otherside desperately

Especially because Draco is now a Death Eater

And Enzo and Theo are set to become Death Eaters the following Christmas – punishment for what happened during the battle in June

Proposes the idea that he teach you Occlimency in exchange for you helping them get out – the group agrees and Theo and Pansy set out to persude you to help

Roll on the Serendipity plot where he slowly begins to actually care about you (scary feelings; unknown territory)

He's never felt this strongly about someone before, not in the way he feels about you

At first he enjoyed how infuriated you became with him; he also despised how many questions you would ask (but that was your nature and he grew accustomed to it)

You're the only one whose ever called him Théo, after the death of Theo's mother, the name was as good as dead to him, until you started calling him it – he never wanted you to stop

The feelings you invoke in him are what finally allow him to produce a full patronus – when the majestic form of a Hippogriff bursts from the tip of his wand, swirling and spiralling at the thought of you, he let out a genuine laugh

He's so soft for you – his persona changes in the blink of an eye at times – from cruel and brooding to gentle and compassionate

His friends have never seen him happier – admittedly were surprised to learn of your relationship, but when they watched the way the two of you interacted after you'd become a pariah to your old friends, they understood.

Mattheo is so protective of all his friends, and somehow he's even more protective of you – he had wanted to incinerate Harry and Ron on the spot for how they'd made you feel, but knew you would never forgive him for it, despite how badly they'd hurt you

He'd burn the world down if it meant you'd be safe, especially because you had the one power that his father desired to have in his ever growing arsenal

Mattheo always has to be touching you in some way (he's a physical touch kind of guy), whether that be a hand on your thigh when you're seated; an arm wrapped around you as you walk; interlocking pinkies, etc. He just loves feeling you near him.

You're such a typical Slytherin/Ravenclaw couple – your intellect amazing him all the time, and he's no longer miffed that you always beat him for a spot at the top in class – his ambitions and adamant loyalty are something that you admire dearly, and hold close to your heart

You both know without having to voice it that your love is unconditional and eternal. Its a love as rare as your magic.

~∞~

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burr-ell · 2 years ago

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Putting Terms on the High Shelf: Main Character Syndrome

As I'm watching C2, one thing I've noticed about Caleb's various sidebars to talk to different people is that he's still very much involving them—the conversations reveal various different priorities not just for Caleb, but for the people he's talking with. Liam's RP is often geared toward encouraging character work out of the other players at the table; it's something you see with Vax early on, and it's very present with Caleb.

So I find the accusations and warnings of Liam having Main Character Syndrome, which started during C1 but really ramped up in C2, to be rather shallow. Look at the contrast between the tables during this:

and this:

In C1x27, Orion adds pressure to the cast's already-frayed nerves with him, compounded from previous incidents of bad behavior, by taking up several minutes of time purely to himself—his only interaction with anyone else at the table is to ask Keyleth for help with alchemy mechanics (fun fact, early Keyleth was into alchemy!). This included:

An attempt to buy 1500 mirrors to build a light array;

A request to his father to send in his home country's army to Whitestone; and

An attempt to combine a fog spell and a sleep spell after being told point blank that it was mechanically impossible

This was all very obviously an attempt to make himself the hero in what is clearly set up to be a Percy-centric arc. (Worth noting, for the record, is that up to this point Percy had actually had very little focus and largely kept himself in the background, while Tiberius had been in focus for most of the show's run up to that point.) Laura snarks that he's like the giant eagles in Lord of the Rings and can just do everything, and if you actually watch the clip that I've giffed above, Travis's tone is genuinely aggravated. This, by the way, is all after Tiberius was notably not present for Percy revealing his backstory to the rest of the party in episode 24; while everyone else voiced concerns for him and went down to his workshop to check on him, Tiberius largely ignored this and went off to do his own business.

That is a selfish player. That is selfish behavior and a clear example of someone who thinks the story should revolve around them. There are several reasons Orion was asked to leave, not just because he fudged his dice rolls.

C2x62 is a completely different story. None of the conversations Caleb has within that episode are just a way for Caleb to gain information; he's engaging with what the other people are doing. When he asks Nott and Jester about the letter they wrote to Astrid, he reveals a little about himself—something he is particularly reluctant to do with Jester—and they are given an opportunity to respond. His conversation with Beau gives time for both of them to check in on each other and where they're at and lets Beau give her own perspective on the politics of the Empire, the Cobalt Soul, and Xhorhas. The discussion with Fjord lets them both level with each other a little and does more work for Fjord's character, letting him open up about his insecurities and issues, than it does for Caleb's. Caleb is still initiating these conversations and he still gets something out of them, but both the players and the audience still get the benefit of the other characters pushing and pulling against that in response.

Like many terms that get thrown around in this circle ("player agency", "manipulating", "metagaming", "going dark", to name a few), Main Character Syndrome has been so misconstrued and warped to fit a heavily biased perspective as to be almost meaningless. Main Character Syndrome is not when a character initiates a lot of conversations, even if you personally don't like the conversations for whatever reason. Main Character Syndrome is not when a character chooses to take a risk or push a big red button, even if you personally don't like the choice for whatever reason. Main Character Syndrome is not when a character has an arc or aspect of lore heavily focused on them, even if you personally don't like the character for whatever reason. (Particularly considering that arc focus is entirely out of the player's control; Taliesin, Liam, and Laura did not in fact force Matt to focus a significant portion of each campaign's lore on Percy, Caleb, or Imogen's backstories respectively.)

Main Character Syndrome is specifically about player selfishness—it's a player inserting their character into scenes or roles where they do not logically belong in order to make them the center of the story, as we see with the example of Tiberius. The camaraderie at the current table versus what was going on back in 2015 does not suggest that anyone currently sees anyone else like that; everyone is laughing at the jokes made at someone's expense, and everyone is getting something to do. Your favorite character may not always be flashy or in focus all the time, but then again, you wouldn't want them to have Main Character Syndrome, would you?

#also some of yall don't get background vs foreground character arcs and it shows #critical role #cr meta #long post

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hollowed-theory-hall · 10 months ago

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So, remember how I mentioned I write fic sometimes but I don't tend to finish them and tend to be too critical of myself? Well, I decided I'm embracing the Gryffindor in me and I posted a fic. It's very Harry-centric with Nottpott as a main pairing and is going to treat basically every theory/headcanon on this blog as canon:

When Harry’s wand gets stolen at the Quidditch World Cup, things go just a little different. A matter of chance. He loses sight of the Weasleys and Hermione and instead runs into Theodore Nott. This is what happens when two abused boys form an unlikely friendship that will, eventually, turn into more. A small chance encounter that would alter plans years in the making and disturb the course of wizarding history.

#hp fanfic #harry potter #hp #nottpott #hollowedrambling #hollowedwrites

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sk1fanfiction · 7 months ago

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(ch. 15 review) — it’s the way i kept trying to prolong this chapter 😭 anyway. i love inconvenienced tom (i’m sure dumbledore does too) like it’s so him to sleep way after curfew but complain about being called to do something during his “sleep time” and then i love how absolutely irritated he is once he enters dumbledores office and sees his two nightmares — harry & mini abraxas reincarnate being there. him using a silencing spell and dumbledore lowkey approving is just hilarious, harry’s a bit too loud for everyone’s taste apparently. i seem to have forgotten that voldemort is gorgeous? but did malfoy not clock the identical faces?… also tom riddle experiencing empathy??? and for abraxas’ clone?? oh dumbledore (and maybe ruby) what have you done to the poor guy ! the parvati and lavender fight… that’s so sad i know she’s in love with her but saying mean things to your friends is never nice and i feel so bad for lavender bc yes she’s a bit boy obsessed (although tbf cedric is beautiful) she’s still a good friend and she’s just a teenage girl !! also ruby doing nothing to help, i feel you girl, it’s awkward getting between two close friends arguments. i also did not realise that draco and pansy were officially dating oops. ALSO DAPHNE AND ANTHONY?? i did not expect that at all idkw but personally i’m thinking good riddance oops, jk but i don’t mind them together but poor ruby she’s a bit confused and bitter (although there is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her so, she shouldn’t be too disheartened idk). nice to see blaise getting complimented on his bone structure yearly, it’s quite phenomenal. HARRY AND CHO MY CUTIES, he’s a little awkward and nervous but he’s got the spirit !! lastly that note… i’m wondering who wrote it and i’m leaning towards tom bc of their conversation in the forest when she ran away and also his affinity for participating in writing things for the potters during valentines. ooh and nott is such a dick i kind of love that for him.

I ended up prolonging this chapter to >7k to wrap up dangling plot threads so that's valid (the next one that I accidentally posted earlier is more normal length -- that'll be up on Sunday after I proofread it).

That's on me for giving Tom one of my most unserious habits (pretending to 'go to bed early' so people won't bother you for three hours). Harry is definitely (canonically) too loud (controversial but I like OOTP CAPS-LOCK!Harry). Truly the stuff of nightmares.

Malfoy (nor anyone else who has seen them both, like Narcissa) did indeed not clock the identical faces (Clark Kent effect, ig).

Also I haven't given Voldemort a physical description except for his red eyes in a while (since Three Can Keep A Secret, I think?). That is on purpose, because I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted OG/Snake Face Voldemort. But I came to the conclusion that (I think this is canonically correct?) he got the snake attributes from the regeneration potion in GOF, and in RFMD he gets regenerated by the Elixir of Life, and then Jadis from Narnia lives rent-free in my brain and I was thinking about that scene from The Magician's Nephew where she eats the forbidden apple or whatever, which makes her Beautiful in An Eldritch Way and decided to go with that...

Tom?? Experiencing empathy?? He begs to differ and says it is totally for strategic reasons.

Honestly, I do feel bad for making them fight :( Lavender is a good friend (will never get off my Justice for Lavender Brown soapbox) but the whole situation is just so messy. If I were Ruby I wouldn't know how to intervene either.

I was never sure if Draco and Pansy dated in canon, but I decided, what the hell, I've never done a proper Valentine's Day chapter before, so, why not. And on the note of Daphne and Anthony yeah that was intentional blindsiding (I think the only times they were seen together were Ancient Runes class and the junk shop and both were Ruby-centric things). Confused and bitter -- that's exactly why I said jealousy, jealousy is required listening for this chapter (for Parvati, too).

There is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her

👀

I can't decide who would be more horrified by this proposition.

Blaise loves that for himself, too. I was re-reading OOTP to figure out Harry and Cho and then I realised that their #1 pastime is actually talking about sports 🤦🏾‍♀️

Of course it's Tom. Who else lives in the intersection of loving to fuck with people and misuse stationery for nefarious purposes?

#asks #mimi #<3

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jundsthoughts · 3 months ago

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Theo things

I don't know what I want to do with Theo hahaha. Like, okay, in canon both Draco and Blaise call him "Nott". Not Theo/Theodore or anything that says they know each other, other than in a loose sense, and Theo is only really ever with them when it's kinda forced, like after the article in the Quibbler or in class and such (Theo laughing at a joke Draco said in Slughorns class about Hermione). And I like that idea, having Theo be a loner (or at least having friends in the upper years or maybe outside of Slytherin but that seems a bit of a stretch haha), but at the same time I love Theo having a few close friends in Slytherin, it's more fun and let's interesting things happen.

But idk which I wanna do more, cause I haven't though of the story I wanna tell or who Theo is much outside of the Harry centric/RuneSeeker things that are necessitated to be thought about for a fic like what I wanna write.

Cause like, the story is gonna be Harry both learning about his family (who is almost completely dead at this point because that's just canon) and making his own family. Like, the first book of it (PoA) is gonna be him learning about the Black family who he's been blood adopted into because Jegulily was what the fate polyhedron decided. And then book 2 (GoF) I think would be most fun spent learning about Lily's family (no plans on her being from a long line of magicals or anything like that) which would just be wild I think haha. And then for book 3 (OotP) we'd have him fully diving into the Potter's, and book 4 (HBP and onwards) would be him learning about the Peverells and all that that means for who Harry is and will be. Like, idk which fits best with that for when it comes to Theo but I think I want it to be a Theo who doesn't have many friends? Which is a weird way to put it when having two close friends is the bar for "many close friends" lmfao.

@wixenforever @that1notetaker help pls, I don't know what else to word vomit to help myself think lmfao.

#jundsthoughts #theodore nott #harry potter #jundswritingthoughts

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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Beauty and the Beast centric VM and Mighty Nein? S/O is cursed to take the form of a beast and the VM/MN S/O helps to break the curse?

Eeekk yes! I dig this!!

Keyleth

If you ever felt insecure about your beast form, the Druidess is so sweet and good to you, shifting in form to help you feel more comfortable around her

Caleb

You and him bond over what has always been a shadowy part of your lives, and even to the mage, he thinks you’re a true vision in beast form

Jester

To the tiefling, it feels like something out of one her romance novels, but the reality of it with you has all the highs and lows that she would never trade for anything else

Essek

He’s naturally curious about your condition and wants to learn more about it, learn more about you. Scouring over every book to read up on what can help you

Grog

The ax wielding barbarian just thinks you look awesome, are awesome, and your beast and/or human form always looks perfect in his eyes

Pike

She feels safe with you, always makes you feel good about yourself, and looks up to you

Vax’ildan

He feels less “alone” with you, your form and his raven wings are the parts of each other you find comfort in

Beau

The monk will admit she was bit scared when she saw your beast form

Yasha

Another soul you find solace with, and it doesn’t hurt that her soft voice equally matches the

Fjord

The half orc has traveled the seas and seen all sights, and you are an eldritch oddity and beauty to him.

Percy

As an individual who dealt with a demon, he knows what it’s like to be taken to that edge but even you in your state are not like that and knowing your vulnerabilities urges him to protect you

Nott/Veth

As someone who has gone through her own transformation, she relates to you so much and you bond fast over time.

Mollymauk/Kingsley

He had seen all walks of life, big and small, in the circus with Yasha so your beast form does not scare him. Rather you feel flattered by his sweet compliments of “darling you’re fabulous”

Vex’ahlia

She was hesitant to let you join the party at first, but seeing as how protective you are to the party in beast form, it just becomes some unspoken thing for you to stay. Over time, she begins to trust you, talk to you more, and wants to learn more about you

Cadeuces

He is ever the calm and collected individual who keeps you grounded during transformations, and he promises you that he’ll find a way, whatever he can to help you.

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Ripple Effect | Chapter 1

Word Count: 3.3K (I'm so sorry). Summary: When Cho Chang unexpectedly starts dating Harry Potter, a cascade of turmoil ignites, threatening to throw Y/N Selwyn’s life out of control. As Cho’s once-supportive nature fades, Y/N is forced to confront the dark secrets from her past that start resurfacing with alarming clarity. With darkness and ominous plans lurking in the shadows, Y/N unexpectedly rekindles old bonds of friendship and finds allies within Slytherin, including an enigmatic, aloof sixth-year, Theodore Nott.

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Y/N Selwyn knew Cho Chang like she knew the back of her hand. Her laughter was a melody that danced through the corridors of Hogwarts, brightening even the gloomiest of days. Once, that laughter was a soundtrack to their shared secrets and late-night conversations, echoing in the quiet corners of the library. But now, it seemed to echo in a different tune—one that revolved around Harry Potter, the annoyingly perfect Quidditch seeker whose mere presence made the air crackle with energy.

As the Hogwarts Expressed chugged along, Y/N Selwyn settled into the familiar compartment, her heart light with the hope of reconnecting with her friends. She had imagined this moment—a chance to catch up with Cho and Luna, to share stories and laughter that would wash away the worries of the past few weeks. But as she glanced at Cho, who sat entranced by Harry’s enthusiastic recounting of Quidditch matches from over the holidays, Y/N felt her hopes shatter like a crystal orb dropped from a great height, splintering into a million pieces.

Harry was in full form, his green eyes alight with excitement as he animatedly described a particularly thrilling game he’d attended. “And then there was this incredible save by the Keeper!” he exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly. “You should have seen it! It was brilliant! I can’t believe you missed it, Cho!”

Y/N could practically see the stars in Cho’s eyes as she leaned forward, hanging on every word. It was as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble. Y/N’s stomach churned with annoyance, not just at Harry but at herself for feeling so left out. Why did Quidditch have to be the center of Cho’s universe now? Moreover, why couldn’t she be like her friend, having Quidditch be the center of her universe?

Luna, seated beside Y/N, was blissfully unfazed, her dreamy expression indicating she was somewhere far removed from the conversation. She occasionally interjected with a curious thought or observation about a peculiar plant she had encountered, but it only added to Y/N’s sense of isolation. It felt like a cruel joke; what she had envisioned as a friendly reunion had turned into a Quidditch Fan club meeting, and she hadn’t even gotten the memo.

Just as Y/N was about to voice her frustration, the compartment door swung open, and Cormac McLaggen strolled in, his boisterous laugh revibrating off the walls. Y/N’s heart sank. Great. Harry’s best friend was there to join the party. “Hey, mate!” he called out, flinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders with an ease that made Y/N’s blood boil. “I heard you were chatting about Quidditch! What’s the latest gossip?” Y/N rolled her eyes, feeling the walls of the compartment close in around her. Cormac’s presence felt like an unwelcome intrusion, his loud personality clashing with her growing irritation. It was as if the universe conspired against her, forcing her to endure this Quidditch-centric conversation that she had no interest in. Did anyone even notice her discomfort? Had she read her tea leaves so wrong that morning, thinking she was going to have a great train ride back to Hogwarts? Or even worse, a great fifth-year?

“Harry,” Cho suddenly whispered, glancing at Y/N with concern. Y/N caught the worried look on her face, but it quickly faded as Cho leaned closer to Harry, her voice a mere murmur. Y/N strained to hear but only caught fragments of Cho’s words. Harry’s smirk deepened, and Y/N felt a spike of irritation as he shot a mischievous glance her way.

“Cormac!” Harry called, turning his attention to his friend, “What do you think about setting Y/N up with you? I mean, you could use a nice girl in your life.”

Cormac burst into laughter, clearly thinking Harry was pulling his leg, “What? Who’s Y/N?” He looked around as if expecting Y/N to pop out behind a curtain.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. If her grandfather, Bertram Selwyn, had not disowned her from her last name just before entering Hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to endure this mockery. Instead, she was just another face in the crowd, an outsider among her so-called friends. The weight of that realization settled heavily on her chest.

Just as she was about to defend herself and put Cormac in his place, the sweet old lady with the trolley appeared in the doorway, her cart laden with treats. Y/N’s mind fluttered for a moment, her mouth watered with the idea of a pumpkin pie, and her annoyance and irritation melted away as she stood up and approached the doorway. “I could really use a pumpkin pie right now,” she almost said in a sob, rummaging her pockets for the sac of coins. “Excuse me, dear,” the lady said, smiling warmly. “I’m afraid the last pumpkin pie just went to that redhead down the hall.” Y/N’s heart sank once more, a familiar weight settling in her chest as she leaned against the doorway of the compartment, her fingers curling around the frame. Through the glass, the rhythmic chugging of the train filled the air, punctuated by laughter and chatter echoing the corridors. “Is that…?” Y/N squinted, her pulse quickening as a flash of red hair caught her eye. Harry leaned closer; his curiosity piqued. He followed her gaze, his expression shifting from playful to intrigued, “The redhead?” he murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Ron Weasley,” Y/N confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper as if saying his name too loudly might shatter the moment. She watched, her heart racing, as Ron ambled down the aisle, oblivious to the attention he was attracting.

A smirk danced across Harry’s lips, and he leaned back against the wall, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Looks like he got lucky today,” he said casually, a hint of amusement threading through his tone.

“Lucky?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her stomach turning at the look of Harry’s face. Harry chuckled softly, glancing back at her before turning his attention to Ron again. “I should pay him a visit,” he added, his voice dropping with playful sarcasm. Stretching his arms, he started sauntering down the corridor towards the redhead, “Hey, Weasley!” he called out, plucking the pumpkin pie right out of Ron’s hand without a second thought.

“Harry!” Ron protested, his voice rising in exasperation as he attempted to snatch the pumpkin pie back. “What are you doing? That’s mine!”

Harry simply smirked, holding the pie aloft like a trophy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Relax, Weasley. It’s just a pie,” he said, feigning innocence. He turned to Y/N, pie still in hand, his grin widening like a cat that caught a mouse. “You’re welcome,” he said with mock sincerity, holding the pie out towards her. Y/N stared at him in disbelief, her heart racing with frustration. The way Harry toyed with Ron was infuriating; it was as if he took delight in making him squirm. “You can’t just take things from people!” she finally blurted, her voice sharper than intended, but Harry only laughed, dismissing her anger like a mere annoyance. “Come on, Y/N,” he coaxed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “It’s just a little pie. You’d make a much better use of it than Ron, anyway.” With a flick of his wrist, he shoved the pie closer to her, challenging her to take it. “Right, Ron? You wouldn’t want to deny Y/N a taste treat, would you?”

Ron’s face flushed crimson as he sputtered, “I—no! It’s not fair, Harry! I got it first!”

“Too bad, Weasley. You snooze, you lose,” Harry taunted, clearly reveling in the redhead’s embarrassment. With a swift motion, he turned back to Y/N, his expression a mix of arrogance and amusement. “Here, just take it. I’d hate to see you go hungry.” He thrust the pie directly into her hand as if it were a price.

Y/N felt the weight of the pie settle in her palms, but it felt heavy with humiliation rather than delight. She couldn’t believe Harry would stoop so low, bullying Ron just for a laugh. She wanted to throw it back at him, to call him out for his behavior, but her voice caught in her throat, stifled by a mix of anger and confusion.

As she wrestled with her frustration, her eyes caught Pansy’s eyes, which were briefly looking into hers, scanning for any sign of discomfort, distress, or… something more. For a fleeting moment, it felt like their old connection was surfacing, a whisper of the bond they had once shared. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment slipped away, and Pansy’s eyes hardened, becoming unreadable once more. The familiar warmth she had hoped for from Pansy felt like a distant memory. Y/N’s heart sank even further at that moment; the flicker of hope she had… extinguished, leaving only the oppressive weight of isolation. Pansy turned away, her indifference a sharp reminder of the chasm that had formed between them. It stung more than Y/N had anticipated, as they had stopped being friends such a long time ago. Without a second glance, Pansy walked past her, not even bothering to acknowledge Y/N’s existence.

Y/N stood frozen, the heaviness in her heart spreading as if to suffocate her.

Behind Pansy, Theodore Nott trailed, his face void of emotion. He stopped for a moment, his dead eyes landing on Y/N as though she were no more than a passing shadow. There was no warmth, no recognition, only a hollow stare. Y/N’s breath hitched, a knot forming in her throat. But Theodore’s gaze shifted, disinterest quickly washing over his features before he turned and continued the corridor behind Pansy, walking with quiet steps. As they moved farther away, Y/N could feel the weight of the stares around her. Heads poked out from the train compartments, students watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. They weren’t concerned with what had just happened; they simply wanted to witness the spectacle. Her embarrassment deepened, and heat crept up her neck, fueling her anger.

“Damn it,” Y/N muttered under her breath, biting back the flood of emotions rising within her. Before she had a chance to gather herself, a hand clamped down on her arm, yanking her harshly to the side. The grip was too firm, too forceful—it could only belong to one person. Clive Selwyn.

“H-Hey!” Y/N stammered quietly as she tried pulling away from Clive, her cousin.

Clive’s fingers dug painfully into her skin, and Y/N winced, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. She turned to face him, only to be met with the same disdain that seemed permanently etched on his face. His eyes, sharp and cold, flicked momentarily toward Pansy, who had stopped further down the hall but hadn’t bothered to look back. His sneer deepened with disgust as he glared in her direction.

Without a word, Clive dragged Y/N away, his grip tightening as if to remind her who was in control. Y/N’s mind raced, trying to keep up with everything happening at once—the embarrassment, the whispers, and the overwhelming sense of isolation. She tried to focus on anything but the stares, the whispers, the eyes that followed her every step. As they turned a corner, Y/N glanced back, hoping for… something. Pansy had stopped, her back still turned. But then, for a split second, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with Y/N’s. There, hidden beneath the practiced indifference, Y/N saw it—worry. It was brief, almost too quick to catch, but it was there. Concern flickered in Pansy’s gaze, just for a second, before she turned away, walking off with Theodore Nott at her side.

“Do you always have to handle me like a bloody Neanderthal?” Y/N snapped when Clive shoved her into an empty compartment, slamming the door shut behind him. The confined space only made Y/N’s anger and tears flood out. “What, too barbaric to ask me to walk on my own?” Clive ignored her jab, his piercing gaze locked on her, eyes blazing with impatience. “What happened back there? Why is everyone staring at you like you’re some kind of spectacle?” His voice was low, dangerously low.

Y/N crossed her arms defensively, trying to blink away her tears and push back the growing frustration. “Why does it matter? Since when you care about anything that isn’t about you?”

“It matters because although you go by the last name York at school, you’re still linked to the Selwyns,” Clive hissed, stepping closer, his presence towering over her, “and if you so much as bring shame to the family name—my family name—I’ll see it personally that you regret it. Am I clear?”

Y/N’s jaw clenched as she glared up at him, unwilling to back down. “I’m not doing anything to your precious family, Clive. Maybe if you didn’t drag me around like a puppet, people wouldn’t stare.” He scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. “You need to stay out of trouble, Y/N. You are usually so quiet and unproblematic. But now? Now I need to monitor you because of whatever this is? It’s an annoyance I don’t need.” He stepped even closer, his face inches from hers. “This is the last time I’m warning you.”

Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, but she refused to look away, her chin lifting defiantly. “I don’t need your warnings, Clive. Maybe you should worry about your own reputation for once,” she spat, her voice dripping with barely contained venom. Every interaction with him left her feeling raw, her words sharper than she intended, but she wasn’t going to let him bulldoze over her—not this time.

Clive’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he took another step closer. “My reputation?” he sneered, his voice low and biting. “I don’t have to worry about mine because, unlike you, I know how to behave. I don’t have to play the victim every time things get tough just so you can have my weak father and mother defend you.”

Y/N’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, the words hitting like a slap. Victim? She wanted to scream at him, wanted to tear down every cruel wall he’d built between them. Clive, her cousin, her family, should have been the one to protect her. Instead, he treated her like she was some burden—a constant reminder of everything wrong in her family. His words sliced through her, reopening wounds she’d been trying to ignore for years.

“Behave?” she repeated, her voice rising, trembling with frustration. “You think all of this is just about behaving?” Her breath came out in a shudder. “You don’t know the first thing about what I’ve been through, Clive. You don’t care! All you ever do is tell me I’m a constant disappointment, just like Grandfather—” Her voice caught, her throat tightening around the word. Clive’s eyes darken, a cold fury taking over his expression. “Don’t you dare mention him,” he hissed, stepping so close she could feel the heat of his anger. “You don’t get to talk about my family like that. You’re weak, Y/N. You’ve always been weak. Pathetic, even. You can’t do as you please and wait for my father to defend you, hoping he will be understanding and help you no matter what you do just because your mother died,” he laughed coldly, his eyes glinting with cruelty. “She died when you were eight years old. Get over it!”

The room seemed to tilt for a moment as his words hung in the air, slicing through her like ice. Y/N’s heart pounded in her ears, her body going rigid. Get over it? How could he say that—how could he say that about her mother? Her mother who had been her warmth in a life without her family’s support. Her mother, who gave her the happiest years of her early life before Bertram, her grandfather, had taken her away from the only life she had ever known after her mother’s passing?

“Don’t talk about her,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. Her chest tightened as grief and anger twister inside her like a vice. The pain was raw, fresh, as if she were still the little girl left in the shadow of her mother’s death, trying to understand why her world had fallen apart. She swallowed, her throat burning, but her anger surged, giving her the strength to raise her voice. “You have no idea what I have gone through… You had everything handed to you—your parents, Grandfather’s love and approval—everything.”

Clive let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Is that what you think? That I had it easy?” He shook his head, his face twisting with resentment. “I’ve had to live up to expectations you couldn’t even begin to understand. While you were running around playing the poor orphan, I was being molded into Grandfather’s little soldier.” His words stung, but it wasn’t enough to shut her down. Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides, trembling as she tried to hold onto her defiance. “You make it sound like I chose any of this—like I wanted to be alone, like I—” But she couldn’t finish, her breath catching as she tried to push through the rising storm of emotions.

“If your mother hadn’t died,” Clive continued, voice dropping to a cruel whisper, “I wouldn’t have had to. If only Valonia Selwyn hadn’t brought shame to this family by lying in bed with a married man—”

Y/N’s ears buzzed, the blood rushing to her head, drowning out the rest of Clive’s words. She could hardly think; the weight of his accusation hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. A married man? The implication felt like a noose tightening around her throat, and for a moment, all she could was stare at him, disbelief and anger swirling in her gut.

Before he could continue, the door to the compartment swung open, and Luna Lovegood appeared in the doorway, her dreamy expression completely unfazed by the tension in the air. “Oh, Y/N!” Luna exclaimed, her eyes widening as she noticed the tear-streaked remnants on Y/N’s cheeks. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a Boggart!” Y/N quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just a little—um—plant incident. Some kid down the hall had this awful scent, and I started sobbing,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Clive, sensing the shift, stepped in, adopting a charming demeanour as he flashed a reassuring smile at Luna. “I found her looking a bit lost,” he said smoothly, his tone dripping with faux concern. “I thought I’d help her out. Just being a good prefect, you know?” Luna’s expression brightened. “That’s so nice of you!” she chirped, seemingly oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room. “What kind of plant was it, Y/N? I wonder if it was a Spiteful Snare. They’re known to cause emotional reactions in sensitive people! Or perhaps a Flusterbloom? I’ve heard they can—” Y/N seized the opportunity, eager to change the subject and escape the compartment with Clive still hovering nearby. “Yeah, I think it might have been!” she said, starting to inch towards the door while holding Luna by the shoulders. “Come on, Luna, let’s go find Cho and change into our robes.” As they stepped out of the compartment, Y/N cast one last glance back at Clive, who was now watching them with an amused expression, the façade of charm still firmly in place. She could feel the tension lingering in her chest but pushed it aside, focusing instead on the comfort of Luna’s company as they made their way down the train.

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