#thank you theo💜

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KIWI! Quick, it’s an emergency!!

*holds you seriously, but gently, by your lil kiwi face*

I had to tell you……how adorable you are today!!! 💚🥝💜

THEO! Giving me jumpscares like that! 💚💕

💜💕 *Showers your face with little kissies.*

Thank you, but not as adorable as you are every single day! 💚

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Kid meme for Kheira and Guzma? 👁👄👁

asjkdhkdk LISTEN I may have thought about this one a few times… I just know these two idiots would have one on accident 🤡 thank you, Mika 🙈💜

Name: Theo Rane

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Has the same cold dark brown hair as his parents, and green eyes like his mom. Will later grow almost as tall as his dad. However, since he's so energetic, he'll have a slightly athletic build as well!

Personality: A playful and adventurous boy, but not very open to strangers. He was very shy as a kid, usually hiding behind his parents, being a lil clingy. He grows to be less scared but still rather withdrawn. He's better with pokémon than with people. However, he does get the sarcasm from his mom.

Special Talents: He is a really good trainer but does that actually count as a special talent? sksks He's a really good climber and pretty weather resistant. Not even a storm will be able to stop this boy.

Who they like better: (yk I gotta do it) He's a momma's boy through and through.

Who they take after more: He's a silent and patient person like Kheira. He definitely takes after her. He's also very ambitious. Kheira and Guzma are still "discussing" where he got that from. (spoiler: both)

Personal Head canon: When he's around 4 or 5 years old, he tries to get his hair to look like Guzma's. It's… a disaster. He obviously doesn't get his hands on actual hair products so he just uses regular paint 💀

Face Claim: none 😭

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FU in my head part 2

Part 1 here Pairing Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary Unable to forget Mattheo's longing gaze after potions, your mind lingers on the meaning behind it. When he approaches you later that night, you're left unaware of his intentions and how this would play them out.

Warnings Oral (male receiving), female orgasm, semi-public sex, facefucking, swearing, slight degrading, sadistic thoughts, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics.

Word count 2400

a/n: I was inspired by this lovely fic written by @mrsriddlenott

And big thank you to @finalgirllx for the amazing edit of Mattheo 💜

Darkness lurks near, flames flickering in the wind, their shadows illuminating on the old stone walls. The disappearance of time was visible with the passing of chattering students on their way to dinner. Making your way across the courtyard, your skin pricked with a frantic charge, your frustration growing in need of a release. 

The combination of your brimming timetable and interactions with friends had left you without a moment to yourself. Despite your aching core, you sigh in relief that you hadn't seen Mattheo since potions. You weren't sure your body could handle witnessing the attractive boy again. Just the recollection of Mattheo's amused smirk had your cheeks tinting. 

Troubling thoughts formed within that perhaps you had imagined it all. Worry pulled in your chest, fear that your fantasies were becoming more visual. Overwhelmed, you quicken your pace hoping to retreat to your dorm, but Mattheo's figure emerging halts you. You jump to conceal yourself behind a nearby pillar, impatiently waiting for him to depart. Unable to resist, you peak from behind the pillar, stalking his every move fervidly. Your eyes are drawn to him as he strides confidently down the corridor. Mentally groaning, you bite your lip. How can someone walking be so enticing? Curiously you watch, pulling back hastily as Mattheo's eyes narrow in your direction. 

You hold your breath in anticipation, hoping he hadn't noticed you. The air thickens at the sound of approaching footsteps. Mattheo's tall form surfaces in front of you, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studies your expression. The scent of cigarettes and mint intoxicates your senses. You stare meekly, frozen in place, your core clenching at his intense gaze. A dark chuckle leaves his lips, his voice low, as if speaking to himself, "Finding you was quite the challenge."  Your heart quickens to an unrelenting pace, a surge of heat swells in your chest. You scrunch your brows, scanning his face for an explanation. Instinctively, you step back into the warmth of the light, his body closing the space between one another. The intimacy of your bodies allowed you to admire the sharpness of his features. Glints of intrigue flash in his mahogany eyes, his lips twitching into a mischievous grin. It left you swallowing as your lips parted, your cheeks heating, head screaming. "Why were you looking for me? Did I leave something in potions?" You ramble, unable to fathom him talking, even acknowledging your presence out of class. He doesn't answer your question, meandering his gaze between your eyes and lips. His tongue glides across his bottom lip, sliding in as he bites it. "You know, Theo's always telling me, it's the quiet ones... who are the dirtiest. Is that true?", glamour soaks his voice. 

Your eyes widen in alarm, jaw dropping, breath caught in your throat. Your neck prickles, a shiver running up it. Your core palpitates at his words, clear embarrassment and arousal paints your face. You'd never been so red before, the scarlet colour apparent to him as he smirks. He crowed at your reaction, watching you struggle to speak. "God, look at you, a flustered little thing." He rests a hand against the stone, flicking your ear with his finger tauntingly. 

Cocking an eyebrow, his eyes intensify, longing for an answer to his previous question. When you couldn't give one, except a small, unexpected whimper. An amused grunt withdrew from his lips, smirking he responds, "So it's true, you're fucking filthy, aren't you?". Mattheo revels in your desperation, his cock twitches as he watches you struggle to conceal your arousal. Feeling flustered as being called out, your eyes fall, avoiding his gaze. A cold hand grips your chin, jerking your head to look up to him. Towering over you, he leans his body down to meet your gaze, his eyes revealing the hunger inwardly. Your mind attempts to regard what was happening. Were you having another daydream?

In a rapid movement, Mattheo's lips embrace yours hungrily. The unforeseen action startles you before your hands instinctively clasp, reaching for him. Raising your hands, your fingers snake through his curls, pulling him closer. You had only kissed one other before, and it couldn't compare to the experience of kissing Mattheo. 

Mattheo's lips captured yours in a ravenous fire of passion, his hand veering down from your chin, shoving through your hair. His hand clamps the back of your neck, a sharp tug pulling your head against the hard brick. The harsh force sends sharp pains up your scalp, your mouth falling open in an ache. Mattheo, unphased by your pain, uses the clearly intended action to delve further. His tongue manoeuvres forth, colliding with yours, capturing your breath. Your head spins, your lips struggling to keep up with his expertise.

Relief consumes you, as oxygen replenishes your lungs, your heart palpitating. The moment is stolen by Mattheo's lips ravaging your neck. His hand still clasps you, his fingers squeezing your neck. His lips soft and warm attack your skin, small nips pinching at your nape. Your skin burns, body reacting as whimpers and moans leave your lips. Your eyes shut tightly as your fantasy is recreated. Unable to think clearly, your mind is blurred with desire and desperation. 

His hands roam downwards, the trace of his fingertips felt through your clothes, your legs convulsing in pleasure. Your skin pricks between his grasp, his hands halting their travels on your hips. A yelp leaves your lips as your hips slamming roughly into his noticeably protruding dick.  A cocky smug highlighted on his face at the marks displayed on your neck.  You used this moment to rest, your eyes never leaving his. Their usual shade of brown revealed a now darkened tint, consuming a predator's stare. He thrives off the power imbalance between him and you. Your obvious craving for him fuelling his ego and his mind races with possibilities of what to do next. "Get down on your knees," he commands. 

You stare at him aghast, "What?!" you hiss flustered but surprised by your own harsh tone. Blood rushes to your cheeks, taken aback by his vulgar demand. 

He quirks a taunting grin, tilting his head as he clicks his tongue "Oh come on sweetheart, I know how desperate you are to please me?" His hands drift to your face, caressing it, making you feel small. His words sent a rush of adrenaline down your core, your mind drifting into a state of glazed bliss at the idea of his cock between your lips. His grins widen as studies you, watching the wheels in your head turning, contemplating. 

Yet, the anxiety of being caught in a compromising position halts you as you scour the empty hallway behind him. A hint of irritation picks at his face at the slow lack of your response. He rolls his eyes before clutching your wrist harshly and pulling you into a near crevice, covering the both of you from any prying eyes. Now hidden, the clear desire of his request shone in your eyes, your cunt throbbing. The clang of his belt draws your eyes down as he undoes it, your heart pounding in your chest. In a swift motion, he tugs his pants down to his feet, following next with his briefs. 

The sight of his protruding cock leaning against his abdominals makes your insides squirm. He wraps a hand around his shaft, releasing a sharp breath as he gives it a quick pump. You bite your lip as you ogle at the size of it; the tip swollen red, glistening with pre-cum.  He places a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you down in your dazed state. Your knees burn on the cold pavement, the outlines of the cobblestones moulding into your skin. "Come on now, don't be shy, open up slut," he directs with a sadistic smile on his face. He taps the tip of his cock against your mouth, dragging it over your bottom lip. Your jaw drops as he guides the edge of his cock into your awaiting mouth. 

His hand slides through your hair, taking a fistful to tilt your head back slightly. Eagerness reeks off you as you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You were nervous, trying to channel your anxiety into adrenaline. Your mind is still in a state of awe at the reality of what was happening. Only earlier were you daydreaming about this. You wanted to leave a lasting impression; prove to him you were a good girl, ready to be obedient for him. 

You wrap your lips around his cock, the sounds of his grunts flowing directly to your core. Your legs squeeze together, easing your ache only slightly. You allowed your jaw to relax, as you continued to let him fill you up. His cock was the biggest you had ever taken, making you blink back tears. Mattheo groans as your warm mouth devours his cock. He stares down at you, admiring the pretty sight. He would never get enough of seeing desperate girls with their mouths full of him. He loved seeing tears brim at your eyes, smirking as he watched you struggle to take his size. 

His hold on your hair tightens, his hips shifting forward slightly. You get the idea pretty quickly and move, placing your hands on his thighs for stability. "Such a good girl. Aren't you taking me so well? " He praises in a sadistic tone. You moan around his cock; the sound being silenced as he hastens his movements. Resting his free hand flat against the brick behind you, his hips settle into an unceasing rhythm.  

Mattheo's cock thrusts vigorously, scratching the back of your throat, making your core pulsing restlessly as it clenches around nothing. The intensity of his strenuous thrusts, have your eyes fluttering closed. Drool trickles down the side of your mouth as you gag, choking around his dick. "Look at me, I want to see those cock drunk eyes," he mutters, pulling on your locks jerking your head, jolting your eyes open. Gazing up, your eyes meet his lust blown orbs, a satisfied smirk coating his face. 

Maintaining eye contact, your body trembles at the feel of your approaching orgasm. Never having to withstand an orgasm so long before, your body submerges in pleasure, knocking the breath out of you. Your nails dig into Mattheo's thighs, your orgasm courses through you, your legs tremble, pressing together, to repress the movement. Unable to remain quiet, a whimper escapes you, vibrating around Mattheo's cock. 

Worry sets on you as a deep groan falls from his lips, your tremors edging him on. Praying your orgasm went undetected, you sigh contently at the sight of him caught in his own pleasure, for him to notice. "Fuck you like that, don't you? Like your mouth getting used like a little slut," he mutters, his hold on your head tightening. His thrusts become sloppier, his own climax hitting. You watch enticingly as his brows scrunch, flushes of pink, warm his face, small pants leaving his mouth. A stream of incoherent words spills from his lips as he shoots spurts of cum down your throat. Unable to swallow quick enough, the excess spills, leaking, down the sides of your mouth. Swallowing, you revel at the feeling of your jaw loosening as he removes his cock from your mouth. Mattheo regains his breath, readjusting his pants, tucking himself back in. 

He peers down at you, still on your knees. As you catch your breath, he reaches out, swiping his thumb to collect the excess of cum dripping down your chin. He nudges your lips open, insisting for you to lick it off. His eyes watch zealously, as you submit to his request, your lips clasping around his thumb, your tongue swiping, gathering the salty fluid. He withdraws his thumb with a satisfying pop. 

Traces of lust are still clear in his eyes as he trails them over your chest. He studies how your chest rises, your hardened nipples pressing against your school shirt, the evidence of no bra worn. The sign of your immodesty takes him by surprise. How had he not noticed earlier in class?  Your face flushed a crimson red, tear stains left down your face. He had never seen something so beautiful. God, your desperation to please him left his arousal at an all-time high. It was almost unprecedented, seeing you so wrecked by just sucking his dick before, unaware of your own climax. 

As you stand, he notices your weak knees, his eyes narrowing in on your thighs, as a drip of cum runs down. "Did you fucking cum?" He asks, his voice sounding almost reprimanding, had it not been for the curve of his mouth lifting into a taunting smirk. 

Shame washes over you at his confrontation, all traces of your confidence diminishing instantly. "Fuck, I didn't know you were this pathetic," a deep chuckle leaves his throat, his face wearing a sadistic grin. "Well, that's not true. I already knew that."

Your face pulls, frowning at his words. Your mind turns like a clock, ruminating on his words. You scan his face as you connect the dots, your expression changing into shock. "You're a legilimens?!" you splutter out. Your mind ponders endeavouring to recall any knowledge you learnt about legilimens. The art which involved delving into the layers of one's mind to extract their thoughts. Only known to be performed by an extremely powerful wizard or witch. You stare at him awaiting his answer, astonishment resting on your face. 

He leans back against the wall, allowing some space between you two. He lights a cigarette. "Knew you'd figure it out, smart girl." It made sense to you; Mattheo was son to a powerful wizard, one known for infiltrating the minds of his victims. He eyes you intriguingly, waiting eagerly for your reaction.

At his acknowledgement, heat blazes your cheeks, the realisation sinking in. "You read my mind!" anger courses through you. 

His eyes glimmer with amusement at your outburst, a cloud of smoke exhaling from his lips. He shrugs his shoulders, speaking nonchalantly. "Your thoughts were too obscene not to keep infiltrating." Not giving you time to interject, he adds more to the fire. "Plus, you should thank me." 

You cough on your spit "thank you?!"  "You're welcome." He grins at your response.  You give him as threatening of a glare as you can muster. "You're insufferable, you literally still read my mind without permission." You mutter.  Mattheo raises a brow, "Sweetheart, you were the one having erotic thoughts about me in class," he tuts. "I did you a favour."  "Besides," he gives an arrogant laugh, "Thought you wanted to be obedient. Huh?  Maybe it's time to punish you for being so ill-behaved. See how good of a girl you can be." He gives you a mischievous grin, knowing he got the last word in.  

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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

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Welcome to the first part of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined!!!! I am SO excited to start this and see where this goes. Thank you to everyone who took a chance on this fic. Really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you💚💜 Now, on with the show…

P.S.: please tell me what you think about this and if I should improve it and republish it later. If you can’t already scared, I’m scared out of my mind😭

May 29th, 1986

Outside Malfoy Manor

“Tag! You’re it!” The sound of the four children playing outside Malfoy Manor, not a care in the world. While inside the Manor, more nefarious dealings are going on…

Theodore Nott, Y/N Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, and Draco Malfoy were inseparable for their age, though each had their favorite. Y/N aside Theodore and Mattheo aside Draco. Neither of the four was rarely seen far from the other, the group causing mischief when their parents weren’t looking (or in the twins’ case, their caretakers, the Malfoy’s).

As time sees it currently, the Core Four as they so deemed themselves, were playing tag. Currently, the older of the twins–Mattheo–was the tagger, heading straight for his sister, laughing maniacally.

“Come on, Y/N/N! Give your big brother a hug,” the Riddle boy tumbles towards his sister (who currently is using Theodore as a shield), arms wide open.

Y/N laughs, shielding herself from her brother, “Teddy, save me!”

“Don’t worry! I got you,” the curly-haired Nott boy shields the tiny girl from her bumbling brother.

Mattheo comes barreling into Theo saying, “You’re it, Theo!”

Y/N quickly lets go of the boy and runs with the other two, laughing and yelling. Mattheo and Y/N go running to Draco trying to sway Theodore to go towards him instead. Though making the mistake of looking back, Y/N runs into her brother, making him fall onto the Malfoy boy. Theodore, not seeing what had occurred between the three, preceded to fall onto all three.

For a split second, everything goes quiet between the four. Each eyeing the other intently. Suddenly, a chorus of laughs erupts from the Core Four. The laughs were the loudest and the hardest they had ever shared (though not saying much as they were all of six at the time).

None of the children knew it, but this would be one of the last times they would ever laugh nearly as hard until they reached their mid-twenties. Because in a few years time, things would take a drastic turn for the worse. The stars would seem darker, memories would seem bleaker, and happiness would feel as if a thing of the past.

Another thing none of the children knew was what dealings were currently unfolding inside the house between Lucius Malfoy and Theodore Nott Sr., nor what was brewing between two certain children currently staring at each other intently with happiness within their eyes. Not knowing how much truth the nicknames they had deemed each other with would hold…

The three boys stood, Y/N still lying content on the drive of Malfoy Manor.

Theo held out his tiny hand smiling the biggest smile he ever smiled, “Ready, Andromeda?”

Y/N grabbed his tiny hand with her own, the same infectious smile gracing her face, “Ready, Perseus.”

They were in fact NOT READY…

May 29th, 1986

Inside Malfoy Manor

“That settles it then.” The strict voice of Lucius Malfoy emanates through the room, “Your boy and the sole daughter of the Dark Lord will be wed in the summer of their sixth year.”

Theodore Nott Sr. nods stiffly, his Italian accent prominent as he voices, “A match of the Dark Lord himself.”

The wives of the two Death Eaters–Narcissa Malfoy and Circe Nott, best friends–look at each other in trepidation, already aware of their husband’s intentions beforehand. The knowing look they gave each other calmed and confirmed their worried thoughts of their husband’s business dealings. Wishes for the children to be able to choose their own destinies (although, both knew that the younger Riddle twin and the Nott boy would end up in each other's arms either way) swirling unsaid through the air.

Outside, the rain starts. The children rush inside in, hushed whispers dissipating as they reach the eyes of the adults sensing the serious atmosphere, smiles still apparent on their faces.

Narcissa and Circe give each other one last glance before they turn to the Core Four and smile. “Come here little ones,” the voice of Narcissa rang out through the lounge room, opening her arms. The children rush towards their respective mother figures, going on about their day of tag.

Lucius and Nott Sr. reenter the room calling the attention of the children. Theodore Sr. clears his throat, “Theodore, Y/N. Would you please join us?”

The brown-haired boy and the h/c girl look to each other and join Theo’s father and Y/N’s temporary father figure inside the large, dark office.

Malfoy gestures to two seats before the best friends, “Sit. We have much to discuss…”

That evening, the Nott boy and the Riddle girl lost the first piece of their innocence, learning as to what was to be expected of them. At the age of six, both betrothed to each other for an eternity.

At least they would always be each other’s Perseus and Andromeda…

Next Chapter…

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I CANT believe it, first chapter of Perseus and Andromeda: Destined already out! I truly cannot believe it! This is my first real fic, and I am absolutely besotted for it to actually come to fruition. Thank you to ALL of you whether you’re new or old.

I’m sure you guys are just as excited as I am to join Theo and Y/N on their journey of love, heart-break, and everything in-between. (Little spoiler alert: they both receive the happy ending they deserve.)

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Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!💚💜 I love you all!! Always feel free to talk to me, whether you need to get something off your mind or talk about something totally insane, I WILL BE THERE!

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Loved the diabetic reader x slytherin boys head cannons💜💜 you can totally ignore this, but could we get slytherin boys x anaemic reader🙏🏻🙏🏻 how they help with certain issues… e.g fainting, head rushes, fatigue, headaches, cold feet/hands, etc….i think it would be super cute 🥰 have a lovely day, your writing is *chef’s kiss* 🤌🤌

thank you so much lovie! and of course, hope these are alright! <3 this includes Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Pansy and Tom!

The Slytherin Boys dating a anaemic!Reader Headcanons

Mattheo;

♢ Mattheo's quiet and introspective nature belies a deep well of empathy and compassion, especially when it comes to you and your struggles with anaemia. He's incredibly intuitive, often noticing subtle changes in your energy levels before you even realize it yourself.

♢ Whenever you're feeling anxious or overwhelmed, Mattheo is there to offer you a calming presence and soothing words of reassurance. He has a way of grounding you, of bringing you back to the present moment and helping you find peace amidst the chaos.

♢ Mattheo believes in the power of nourishing your body and soul, always keeping a stash of healthy snacks on hand to help boost your energy levels when needed. Whether it's a handful of nuts, a piece of fruit, or a square of dark chocolate, he's always ready to offer you a nutritious pick-me-up.

♢ He's also skilled at giving gentle massages to help alleviate any tension or discomfort you may be feeling, whether it's a headache or cold hands. His touch is soothing and comforting, and being in his presence always makes you feel safe and cared for.

Theo;

♢ Theo may have a reputation as a recluse and for being unemotional, but when it comes to you and your well-being, he's fiercely protective and incredibly supportive. He's always there to lend you a sympathetic ear and a shoulder to lean on whenever you're feeling overwhelmed or exhausted.

♢ He's incredibly patient and understanding, never pushing you too hard or expecting too much from you. He knows that living with anaemia can be challenging, and he's always willing to make accommodations to ensure you're comfortable and cared for.

♢ Theo has a knack for finding secluded spots around Hogwarts where the two of you can retreat for some quiet time whenever you're feeling drained or fatigued. Whether it's a hidden alcove in the library or a secluded corner of the courtyard, he knows just the place to go to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

♢ He's also a great listener and always lends a sympathetic ear whenever you need to talk about how you're feeling. He never judges or dismisses your experiences, and his quiet strength and unwavering support mean the world to you.

Enzo;

♢ Enzo is a ray of sunshine in your life, always brightening your day with his infectious smile and boundless enthusiasm. He's surprisingly knowledgeable about anaemia, having done extensive research to better understand how he can support you.

♢ He's always there to offer you his arm or shoulder for support whenever you're feeling lightheaded or dizzy, offering you stability and reassurance in moments of uncertainty. His touch is gentle and comforting, and being close to him makes you feel safe and secure.

♢ Enzo loves to surprise you with small gifts or gestures of affection to brighten your day and lift your spirits when you're feeling low. Whether it's a bouquet of flowers or a handwritten note expressing his love and support, his thoughtfulness never fails to bring a smile to your face.

♢ He's a big believer in the power of laughter and is constantly cracking jokes or teasing you in a playful way to help distract you from any discomfort or pain you may be feeling. His playful antics never fail to lift your spirits and remind you that you're not alone with this.

Blaise;

♢ When it comes to you and your well-being, Blaise is surprisingly tender and caring. He's fiercely protective of you and will stop at nothing to ensure your comfort and well-being, always putting your needs above his own.

♢ He's incredibly observant and perceptive when it comes to your anaemia, always attuned to your needs and ready to spring into action when necessary. He knows just how to read your body language and anticipate your needs before you even have to ask.

♢ Blaise believes in the power of creative solutions to help alleviate your symptoms, whether it's using charms to keep your hands and feet warm or brewing potions to help combat fatigue. He's always researching new ways to help make your life easier and more comfortable.

♢ He's a firm believer in the power of relaxation and mindfulness, often guiding you through breathing exercises or meditation techniques to help calm your mind and body. His soothing presence and unwavering support are a source of strength and comfort to you, and you're grateful to have him by your side.

Draco;

♢ Draco's demeanor may be prickly to some, but when it comes to you and your well-being, he's surprisingly gentle and attentive. He's learned to recognize the subtle signs that indicate you're not feeling your best, whether it's the way your shoulders slump slightly or the faint shadows under your eyes.

♢ Whenever you feel faint or experience head rushes, Draco is quick to step in, offering you his arm for support and guiding you to a nearby bench or quiet spot to rest. He'll sit beside you, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while the other offers you a small vial of a restorative potion he always carries with him.

♢ Draco takes great care to ensure you're comfortable and cared for, whether it's wrapping you in a warm blanket, brewing a soothing cup of tea, or simply holding your hand to provide comfort. He's not one to express his emotions openly, but his actions speak volumes, showing you just how much he cares for you and your well-being.

Pansy;

♢ Despite her outward confidence, Pansy's heart softens when it comes to you. She's fiercely protective, with a deep understanding of your struggles and an unwavering commitment to your well-being.

♢ Pansy's keen intuition is finely tuned to your needs. She can sense the subtle shifts in your energy levels and mood, always ready to offer a comforting embrace or a reassuring word when you need it most.

♢ When dizziness or fatigue threaten to overwhelm you, Pansy is your steady anchor. With a gentle touch and a knowing smile, she guides you to a quiet corner where you can rest without worry, her presence a balm to your weary soul.

♢ Beyond mere physical care, Pansy's support is a lifeline. She's your confidante, your advocate, and your unwavering champion. With her by your side, you feel seen, heard, and cherished in a way that words alone cannot express.

Tom;

♢ Tom's enigmatic nature conceals a surprisingly compassionate side, only when it comes to you and your health. He pays close attention to your well-being, intuitively sensing when you're feeling unwell.

♢ Whenever you're struggling with dizziness or fatigue, Tom is there in an instant, offering you his steadying presence. His touch is gentle yet firm, providing reassurance as he guides you to a quiet spot to recuperate.

♢ Tom approaches your health with a scholarly curiosity, delving into ancient texts and potions to find solutions. He's constantly seeking new knowledge to alleviate your symptoms and improve your quality of life.

♢ Despite his reserved demeanor, Tom's support runs deep. He's a steadfast presence in your life, offering understanding and empathy without judgment. With him by your side, you feel both protected and understood.

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Hello! Not an ask, just wanted to say I adore your content; you're so skilled. I came across your art first, and the drama of even the smallest panel; I'd been eyeing JoDT & sequels for awhile because it was a WIP, but I caved and binged bks1-4 in about three days. I reread the "Eat your heart out Pureblood society" scene at least once a day, thank you for that, superb execution. I also really liked, in the first book, the interactions between Malfoy & Harry, and the very gradual "well, he's our friend now." The development of their friendship has done a great job of re-defining the characters and their relationships. The series feels like its own thing, and the fact that Ginny never even had the diary in book 2 only cemented that. I've really appreciated the deviation from Draco-the-tortured-hero/Draco-making-amends (which I also love to read). Horrors of the Heir was a great twist and really put the whole series in another tier, tbh. CoS was like, my least favorite of the series as a kid (alongside GoF, which has grown on me as I read fanfic) and your version of bk 2 easily established the micro-obsession of your series for me. Also, Crabbe & Goyle?? "They're actually really good friends"?? "Just to see if we feel anything"?? Adorable. Obsessed.

tldr; Your rewrite of the series is incredibly unique, and I admire how you've really taken the series and made it something completely fun and new and modern 💜💜💜

Looking forward to the rest. Thank you for sharing!

AaaAaaAaaHhhHhhHh?!??!?!

This is such a lovely comment, I can't even -- I -- I'm --

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the series so far! It really has been such a challenging, fun project!

I adored writing the "Eat Your Heart Out" scene. People tend to forget that Draco Malfoy is canonically *very* dramatic when he wants to be. Yes, he can be sulky and scheming, but he also shouts taunts across the courtyard, and puts on scenes to make older students laugh at Harry’s expense, even going so far as to dress up as a Dementor to make his "rival" lose in Quidditch.

The Horror of the Heir was such an experience for me as the author, because CoS is my favourite book from the series (weird, ik) and looking back, I sort of realise I could’ve squeezed in so much more. But last May, 45k was a HUGE amount of words for me! And now I'm churning out 100k like nobody's business 💀

✨️Growth✨️

And speaking of growth, the reason I had Draco take Tom Riddle’s diary was purely because of growth. It would've taken him far longer to change as a person if he hadn't taken Ginny's place. A pivotal character development moment, as he reflects on his upbringing etc...

Crabbe and Goyle generally get overlooked in the fandom, and it really bugs me. Vince dies canonically, yes, but I absolutely love it when fic writers incorporate Greg as an actual character in post-war fics, and acknowledge that Vince was Draco’s friend.

It's always Blaise, Pansy, and Theo because they're intelligent and societies definition of "attractive." I mean, each to their own of course, but I could write an entire essay on the injustice I feel for Crabbe and Goyle!

And then, of course, the development of Draco’s relationship with the Golden Trio, specifically Harry. Just -- Ugh-- these silly kids make me so unhinged!😂

It wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows to begin with. Of course it wouldn't. It's a rocky start, with bumps along the way (and more big bumps to come), but I really do love the way I have progressed their relationship, and I'm not even gonna be humble about it! I really do love my own fic!!!

All this to say, thank you so much!!! I realise fix-its are a very popular type of fic to write, but I really do try to keep it as fresh and unique as possible, so the fact that I really am able to give my readers an experience means the world to me💖

[violettduchess]

Looking through my inbox, I realized that it's "Violet Can't Make Up Her Mind" time (again). So I'm throwing the ball to you 💜

Thank you so much for voting 💜

This time only for Vamp requests. (I'll do another poll for Prince a bit later)

[hpdrizzle]

🌈 HP Drizzle 2023 Reveals🌧️

✨ The day has finally come! Reveals are happening right now! Hold onto your umbrellas and don't let the storm of applause for our talented creators blow you away! ☂️

HP Drizzle 2023 has some lovely numbers for you. We had:

⚡ 26 Fics ⚡ 6 Arts and Crafts ⚡ 1 Collab ⚡ And 1 Podfic

🌈 Which adds up to 34 lovely and mind blowing works!

A big thank you goes out to everyone who participated this year, and everyone who read, commented and sent kudos. A fest doesn't work without every single one of you.

Please enjoy the works below, and make them timeless classics as many Drizzle works before 💜

The mods of 2023 say thank you and good bye @crazybutgood @curlyy-hair-dont-care @ladderofyears @candybarrnerd @gnarf

🌈 HP Drizzle Art 🌧️ 

☔ Right Path In The Rain [T, Digital Art ] @burnedwithpointlesspurpose

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley 💧 Weather: Rainy  ☔ Summary: Draco's been working hard on keeping things on the right path. It's been years since the war and he's fought to find himself through it. Part of the disovery being he has absolutely no problem sharing his umbrella with one Ginevra Weasley, and everything that comes with it.

☔ What to do When it's Sunny Outside [G, Digital Art] @shiaya21

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy / Theodore Nott 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: Theo and Draco has a very different idea on what to do when it's sunny outside. Digital Comic.

☔ [ART] summer slipped us underneath her tongue [T, Digital Art] @getawayfox

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: It’s a tropical paradise until Harry forgets the sun cream. Draco is not impressed.

☔ Forgotten @acydpop

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧 General Audience, Traditional Art: watercolors, inks, acrylic, and colored pencils on 7.75" x 9.95" mixed media paper. 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: Before, I used to be your whole world, now, I’m nothing more than a stranger in your eyes. Why have you forgotten me and not anybody else?

☔ Dark [G, Digital art] @smr7k4

💧 Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy 💧  Weather: Cloudy ☔ Summary: They've always been able to look up and see the constellations that bore their family's names moving in constant patterns across the sky, but tonight, there are clouds. That's definitely a metaphor for something.

☔ Things we don’t mean (we say it outright) [Not Rated, Digital Art] @legendrarry

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Sunny, Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: While on a stakeout, an accident causes Draco's mood to connect with the weather, which then leads to mild panic infused rain, anger fueled thunderstorms, white lies and blooming flowers, and heated words clashing against rainbows that gives fourth to all that Draco Malfoy is, and all that he hides behind his facades. Harry's a whole lot endeared by it, and just a little bit in love as well.

🌈 HP Drizzle Fic and Art🌧️

☔ Thunderstruck [E, 8653, Digital ] @andithiel @fictional

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy  💧 Weather: Stormy  ☔ Summary: Professional Quidditch players Malfoy and Potter have been at each other’s throats since they became teammates. When things get ugly during a thunderstorm, their captain is so fed up she’s ready to kick them off the team if they don’t solve their differences, by any means possible.  There’s really only one way this can end, right?

🌈 HP Drizzle Fic 🌧️ 

☔ You are here [G, 1092] @evadne01

💧 Pairing: Ginny Weasley & Percy Weasley  💧 Weather: Stormy ☔ Summary: Percy was on his evening patrol when he heard someone crying.

☔ Rainfall Reverie, or Toad, the Wet, and a Locket [T, 5379] @astridastrolabe

💧 Pairing: Oliver Wood/Ron Weasley 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: When a rain inconsistently causing amnesia settles over Aberdeen, Oliver Wood finds his cozy life with his partner, Ron Weasley, turned inside-out. A story of trust, of discovery, and being loved for who you are.

☔ Here Comes The Sun [G, 1905] @miss-grimwood

💧 Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: Narcissa Black was a ray of sunshine. Then she grew up, and became cold and withdrawn. She never expected Lucius Malfoy to melt the ice.

☔ A Summer's Day [T, 1,817] @midnightstargazer

💧 Pairing: Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: A love story that begins on an artificial summer's day in January and ends with a tearful farewell beneath the unforgiving August sun.

☔ In Their Winter Den [T, 2,899] @sandervansunshine

💧 Pairing: Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini 💧 Weather: Snowy ☔ Summary: Theo aimed his wand at the wall and gathered more lights around the twinkling little bear. “Do you want a story or a song?” “Surprise me.”

☔ Snowflakes [E, 21,097] @orange-peony

💧 Pairing:  Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/James Potter 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: The first time Sirius meets Remus, it’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. The second time they meet, it’s two weeks later. Two weeks that Sirius has spent thinking about green eyes and elbow patches and that charming smile that he wishes he had captured on camera, because he’s starting to forget it and it’s killing him.

☔ Hooligans [T, 3082] @patriceavril

💧 Pairing: Molly Weasley & Gideon Prewett & Fabian Prewett, Molly Weasley & Weasley family 💧 Weather: Snowy ☔ Summary: Molly plays in the snow with her children and remembers her brothers.

☔ Letters In the Rain [G, 3274] @theblinddreamer215

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: Harry Potter’s always hated the rain, though perhaps certain events make him change his mind.

☔ Unbuttoned [E, 2402] @ashiiblack

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: Due to the change in weather, Snape starts leaving a few top buttons on his robe undone. It drives Harry crazy.

☔ Weathering Malfoy [T, 6,806] @drarrymyheart

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: The war is over and all Harry wants is a normal year at Hogwarts. But he hadn’t counted on hanging out with Draco Malfoy and liking it. Not to mention Malfoy’s bizarre obsession with the weather. Or is there something else behind Malfoy’s odd behaviour?

☔ Scream If You Wanna Go Faster [E, 21,458] @lagerloutfic

💧 Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/James Sirius Potter 💧 Weather: Sunny, Stormy ☔ Summary: James leaned forward to blow out the candles and for a brief moment their eyes met. Scorpius felt it like an arrow to his chest. His breath hitched as people cheered and the smoke from the candles climbed to the ceiling. “You’re going to ruin him.” Albus said, nipping at Scorpius’s shoulder. Scorpius sighed, “It would be fun to try.” Scorpius and Albus are determined to have one last hurrah before their summer ends. Featuring, ratbag twinks, progressive parenting with Harry Potter, the homoeroticism of sportwear, the dance floor as a love language and birds.

☔ A Work Trip to Spain [E, 1443] vitruvian8008

💧 Pairing: Victoire Weasley/Blaise Zabini 💧 Weather: Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: Victoire Weasley had been looking forward to lounging on the beach during her work trip to Spain. When a thunderstorm strikes, she ends up at the bar spending the evening with Blaise Zabini. Little did she know how it would progress.

☔ Worth It [M, 1392] @goddess47

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧 Weather: Snowy ☔ Summary: Winter was hard. Harder than he ever expected. He was used to being alone. He never expected to be lonely.

☔ Weak In The Eyes [E, 7724] @burdenedwithpointlesspurpose

💧 Pairing: Ron Weasley/Harry potter 💧 Weather: Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: Setting out for a night on the town, Harry was happy regardless of the possible hang ups which included torture and weather. He wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend that wasn’t just hanging out at home like the mates at heart they are. It’d been a while since they’d done something special, work dragging Ron down into a low state of mind. Thankfully, it does turn out special. Whether that’s in a good or bad way, he supposes is left up to interpretation and mood.

☔ Blame It on the Heat [E, 1500] @maraudersaffair

💧 Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Sunny ☔ Summary: Scorpius can't handle the heat. He also can't handle seeing Harry Potter parading about without a shirt.

☔ Try, Try Again [E, 5353] @hey-flynn

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Hugo Weasley  💧 Weather: Stormy  ☔ Summary: Hugo confesses his love to Harry twice, on very similar nights. The results, however, were incredibly different.

☔ With This Ring [E, 13370] @nightfalltwen

💧 Pairing: Sirius Black/Nymphadora Tonks 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: A lineage spell on 12 Grimmauld requires one thing. To continue the line of the house of Black. That needs to start with a marriage to make the line legitimate.

☔ Post-war roses [T, 3.500] fast_brother

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Stormy, Rainy ☔ Summary: Draco is going to Azkaban tomorrow.

☔ Fall on the Earth [Explicit, 13,622 ] @dodgerkedavra

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Stormy ☔ Summary: Harry Potter hates being separated from Draco Malfoy. Not because he's in love with him, for Merlin's sake! Because they're Auror Partners. One time is all it takes for Draco to be attacked with an illicit potion. Until it wears off, Harry's job is taking care of his partner. Harry thinks the effects of the potion can't possibly be as serious as Robards says. He thinks wrong.

☔ The Doe Between Us [G, 11468] @shewhomustnotbenamed

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Rainy, Snowy  ☔ Summary: Draco's teaching career is taking off alongside his friendship with Harry Potter. The rain that had endured all of summer time turns to snow as the winter solstice comes nearer, and the two of them spend a few chilly nights in the Forbidden Forest.

☔ Right as Rain [E, 12674] @maybebabyplease

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧 Weather: Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: For Harry Potter, post-war life is boring, lonely, and insomnia-inducing. When Professor Trelawney makes another prophecy, this time about his love life, Harry dreads going out in the rain for fear of running into his soulmate. He'll weather the storm, though, every time he can find a good reason to visit Draco Malfoy at the potions shop where he works. Malfoy's practically always in that potions shop, safe from the rainy English weather. Will they ever run into each other outside, exposed to the elements? Maybe even...in a rainstorm?

☔ Down to the Wood [G, 3079] @nanneramma

💧 Pairing: Severus Snape & Luna Lovegood  💧 Weather: Foggy  ☔ Summary: There is something about the early morning light that is good for revelations: Severus and Luna might have more in common than he'd thought.

☔ Hermione Granger and the Year of Events [T, 2268] @caiti-creative-corner

💧 Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott  💧 Weather: Sunny, Rainy, Windy, Snowy  ☔ Summary: Hermione is getting ready for her wedding and she's having it at Hogwarts after watching her friends deal with the unpredictable weather.

☔ Take This Heart (And Make It Whole Again) [T, 12,974] @mugsdontlie

💧 Pairing: Dudley Dursley/Gregory Goyle  💧 Weather: Snowy  ☔ Summary: A few years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Gregory Goyle has been trying to be a better person every single day ever since.  When he’s forced to take a holiday trip north to prevent burnout, he meets a mysterious stranger who helps him open up and let some happiness into his heart again.  Or: two former bullies being snowed in together

☔ Who we are when no one is watching [T, 15216] @uncannycerulean

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Rainy  ☔ Summary:  Draco Malfoy has a good Ministry job, a bad reputation, and an even worse office. The latter is much improved when he stumbles upon a magical window. But much more than just giving him an office with a view, the window forces Draco to confront his own life choices and step out of his comfort zone.

☔ May All Your Christmases Be White [T, 16725] @slyth-princess

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Snowy  ☔ Summary: It is impossible for Draco to deny the inherent festivity that Christmas brings. From Yuletide carols to fairylights, evergreens festooned with baubles in a rainbow of colors to pub nights with friends wrapped in their warmest coats. There is a level of hope that the season always seems to bring, even when life is at it's darkest. All around him are the things making the spirit of the season. People are happy.  At least, that's what he assumes. At this point, he doesn't know. For him, the holidays have not always proved to be a merry season.  What Draco does know, without any doubt, is there is one thing Christmas always needs to feel like the holiday has truly arrived. And that one thing is snow. Although, over time, he realises there is one other thing that he has begun to associate with Christmas, something he needs for the holiday to feel real. Harry Potter.

🌈 HP Drizzle Podfic 🌧️

☔ Only Happy When It Rains by Pineau_noir - a Podfic [T, 1:29:25] @cailynwrites

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Rainy ☔ Summary: Weather-Be's, the up-and coming business of Draco Malfoy, guarantees* perfect weather for your event! If you need warm sunshine, Weather-Be's will provide it. If you want atmospheric fog, we can make that happen. We have a 100%** success rate at giving you the weather you want. *guarantee invalid if Harry Potter is in attendance **success rate drops to 97% when Harry Potter's attendance at events is counted

[theodoradevlin]

Theo Herbology HC's

(a.k.a Plant Mommy.)

(a.k.a @esolean still not over how you made her so perfectly. thank you for these 🥹💜)

The chaotic energy that usually follows Theo stills slightly when she steps into the greenhouses. She's not sure if it's the abundance of light, the possibility of new magical plant properties to discover, or even just the smell of dirt....she finds she can actually sit still, and pay attention for once.

2. She could never pick ONE favorite plant, but she is rather fond of Wiggentrees and Belladonna. Internals instincts of needing to protect, while also knowing when to fight back, are probably two forces drawing her to both plants...quite opposite in both of their uses. She is also quite fond of bowtruckles, always searching for them in the Wiggentrees that grew near her family home.

3. Above all, plants exist as they are in nature without apology. Whatever their properties are, they are neither good or bad, they are just what they are meant to be. It's something that she tries to remember. Growing into a beautiful thing is something that is always possible, no matter from what seeds you start from.

[christinesficrecs]

Hi :)

I'm tryna find a Sterek fanfic I read a while ago. From what I remember, Stiles was in an abusive relationship with someone, Theo Raeken I think? And he was in a relationship with Malia, so she resented Stiles?? Peter isn't completely insane, and he and Derek tie Theo up somewhere and beat him. Peter convinces Malia not to protect Theo, and to come home with them?

Thanks for the assistance. Sorry if I sent this ask twice, but my internet randomly stopped in the middle of me sending it so I'm sending it again just in case 💜

Hey! I did get this twice and was really confused for a minute. 😂

I'm not completely sure but here is my wild guess.

Get You The Moon by AClosedFicIsNeverRead | 180.7K | Explicit

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

[kiwiplaetzchen]

aw, my sweet i heard you're feeling under the weather!

*fluffs your pillows, tucks you in, and gives head pats*

Here's a bb duck trying to nibble a flower to cheer you up:

Feel better soon my love! 💜

*Really enjoys the head pats and the pretty flower from the adorable baby ducky and already starts to feel better.* 💚

[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 30: Self-Worth/Self-Love ~ James Norrington/OC [1.973 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my behemoth of a main fic about these two is here 💜✨

This is the final bit in the little mini storyline I had going on with these - it's first referenced in day 10, it builds a bit in day 21, and we dig into it properly here!

On their final night in London together, Theo had to concede that she hadn’t had half as bad a time as she’d expected. In fact, she hadn’t had a bad time at all. Sure, she spent the first couple of weeks waiting for all to suddenly turn bitchy towards her, using things she’d said when her guard was down to mock the begloved Irishwoman who may or may not have been a witch, but…it didn’t happen. And now their final social occasion, their farewell dinner, was drawing to a close, and she had to accept that it simply was not going to happen. Screw interdimensional time travel, this was the real miracle.

She’d even taken to dressing how she actually wanted to dress. Alright, leggings and band shirts were still out, but to her own tastes as far as fashions of the time went – rather than cosplaying as whatever she thought people would expect Mrs Norrington to appear. Which often meant dressing how Elizabeth would.

The last of their guests, Lord and Lady Montague, remained in the drawing room as the others left in order to finalise business, and everything was looking decidedly golden.

“I’ll confess, Admiral Norrington,” the older man insisted on continued use of James’ former title – a mark of respect, she thought, “I was prepared to come here, listen to some hare-brained scheme, before throwing what little gold and help I possibly could at it merely as a personal favour to Governor Swann.”

“Oh really, Henry,” his wife scolded, very half-heartedly, from where she sat beside Theo.

“I wouldn’t say it now if it had all proven true,” he pressed on. “I confessed myself impressed, by your plans, by your lovely wife, by you, by all of it. And very optimistic. You go forth with my full backing, and not just the sort that I offer out of obligation to save any awkwardness.”

Theo smiled, bowing her head as Lady Montague – or Alice, as she insisted she call her – squeezed her arm as if in agreement. Her experience with the upper crust of English society had begun with Beckett, and he was an act she had no wish to see repeated.

The Montagues stood, James and Theo following suit as Henry continued.

“I wish you luck, not that I think you’ll need it, going forth – and going forth with all the support you might need, from myself at least. And my contacts in the north. I’ve already written to them, I did so last night so I could reassure you of that fact before we saw you off.”

It was taking all Theo had not to start literally jumping for joy. As James expressed his thanks, Alice rounded on her and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Speaking of writing, you must promise to do so! You’ve been such a breath of fresh air, Theodora, I’m going to miss you sorely when you’re gone! You must come again. I insist, I really do.”

“I will,” Theo laughed. “I promise, I will.”

Her penmanship with a quill was improving, so with any luck James wouldn’t be obligated to scribe whatever letters she had to send.

The goodbyes were lengthy, but the moment they were out of the door and well out of earshot, Theo was hooting a laugh and throwing her arms about her husband in celebration – not content to let him downplay his success here. Only after that did the tiredness that had been culminating over the course of their time here really hit, and she returned to the sofa and sank down onto it with a sigh.

“You made an enthusiastic friend in Lady Montague. For life, I should think,” James said as he followed her in.

“Careful, James, you’re brushing against condescension – all that’s missing is a pat on the head and a good girl.”

Although that last part might be worth revisiting at a later date. He chuckled, walking to the bar cart and pouring them each a drink before he sat down on the couch beside her, handing her the crystal tumbler of whiskey.

“I know these things are tiring for you, but if it’s any consolation you handled it all marvellously.”

Theo made a humming sound, taking a sip and sighing. He was right – they were exhausting. Not even just because of the cultural differences, which one wouldn’t expect to exist between two such small neighbouring islands, but because of her origins, too.

“It wasn’t so bad as it was when I first arrived,” she admitted. “I…have more stable footing now, than I did back then. Don’t need to be paranoid that if I say my favourite colour is blue, it’ll be a secret code for I worship the devil every Tuesday night in these times.”

“No, that would be red,” he said drily.

“Duly noted.”

Back when she first arrived, it had been toughest. Having to constantly self-edit and really think over what she said before she said it, thinking of how she could skew an anecdote to fit the time – or if she could at all – by which point, the conversation had often moved on and she was left standing quietly like a lawn ornament to the side. With James, it had always been surprisingly easy. Even before he knew, when they were just talking, and he wasn’t trying to finagle details of her past out of her. And now she didn’t have to worry about it with him at all. A safe haven in human form.

It was Theo’s own humble opinion that she was at her best when she could speak her mind and crack her stupid jokes and, well, breathe. That hadn’t often been possible in Port Royal. Because they were of this time, and because they seldom shared her sense of humour – and going into this, she’d expected it to be more of the same. Amplified, perhaps, because this was London, where all of them had hailed from.

But either island life had made those there less friendly towards newcomers, or the old lot just really resented her for what she’d found with James. Then again, maybe arriving as a castaway, living in the jungle for a bit, and then running off with a pirate…multiple times…had something to do with it, too. Who knew?

In any case, she’d lucked out here – and she was relieved, but exhausted still. And more than a little sheepish.

“I’m sorry.”

“For worshipping the devil?”

He had not sensed her change in tone, thinking she was still joking. There was a precedent for that, wasn’t there? Theo was content to let it rest there, unsure if it was really a conversation she wanted to have anyway. But then he turned his head and regarded her fully, and the silence became a little less comfortable than it usually was between them.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, and then when she did not respond, asked again. “Theodora?”

“It…doesn’t come naturally to me. Not here.”

“What doesn’t?”

“The social side of it. Here.”

“She says as we sit here, drinking to her success.”

“We’re drinking to our success, don’t be daft.”

“I’m drinking to yours. Now tell me what you meant. Was someone unkind tonight?”

“Not at all. But…”

Well, they were having the conversation now. What good would it be to sit and make him pull teeth and figure out what was bothering her via a series of yes-or-no questions?

“…this is what wives are supposed to do, isn’t it? Here, I mean. Take joy in organising dinner parties and playing hostess and filling every spare hour of every day with luncheons and dinner parties and balls? Representing the team in the sophisticated social circles – the ones not inhabited by pirates and sex workers, anyway. It’s not exactly…”

A marriage to a fine woman. But she wouldn’t use those words – because they weren’t meant for her ears, because it would appear the matter of Elizabeth still weighed upon her (which it genuinely did not), and because it didn’t exactly convey how she felt. That made it sound like she doubted his feelings for her, or like she had no self-worth…which had never been one of her problems. God bless her dad and how he’d raised her.

“I don’t fulfil the traditional job requirements,” she finished lamely.

Then, though, she saw how he looked almost outraged by her words and winced.

“I’m not saying I don’t think you’re happy. Only that it would be understandable if you were…oh, I don’t know. Frustrated, now and then, at having a wife who you always need to explain to people.”

In all of their time together, they hadn’t ever really had a chance at living in a normal manner up until now. There’d always been some sort of grander game at play – some new adventure-slash-mortal peril tugging at their tailcoats. The bits in-between that kinda sorta resembled normality had been breathers. Blips between storms – between maelstroms.

James smiled a little as he bowed his head, and Theo wasn’t sure how to even begin taking the gesture. Had she really sounded that ridiculous? God, she shouldn’t have opened her mouth at all. But when he raised his head again and looked to her, the smile slipped away, and she knew her worry had shown on her face.

Sighing, he bent forward to set his glass down on the floor, and then took her free hand in both of his.

"Do you think I have none of the same fears? Three centuries of progress lies between here and where you hailed from. Between myself and then. And you have given up much for me…have sacrificed much for me..." as he spoke, he ran his thumb over the knuckles of her gloved hand. “I believe that you are happy just as you know that I am. But, sometimes, I do fear that one day you may grow to question whether it was all worth it. For you have sacrificed plenty, and I have gained much. I have gained everything.”

“Everything you’ve gained, I have too,” she insisted. “I never regret the choice I’ve made. Not even in passing.”

“And nor do I. I do not wish for a wife, Theodora. I want you. As you are. However you are. However you will be. And as for needing to explain you to people – if they do not possess good taste, that is their own affair. I enjoy being among the lucky collective who do.”

Theo felt herself flush, but he was not finished. He slipped one hand away from hers and brought it instead to cup the side of her face, thumb running across her cheek just as it had with her knuckles, urging her towards him so that he could kiss her – a kiss that was so slow and filled with such adoration that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to string another sentence together for at least an hour.

He pulled back, but kept her close, pressing his brow against hers.

“And I confess, if you suffered a head injury and began to take joy in little other than place settings and the town gossip, I should still love you but I would mourn it,” he teased. “You take little joy in these sorts of gatherings? Good. Nor do I. So I know I will never need to suffer through them unless entirely necessary – and when those times do come, I’m afforded the opportunity to witness you, to use your own wording, charm the pants off of those necessary. Now tell me, what facet of any of this is supposed to disappoint me?”

“What if I tell you I really am a witch?” she teased, pressing another kiss to his lips as if to prove her mood had lightened.

“I shall carry your broomstick for you with great pride,” he promised.

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A Call from the Ocean (Introduction)

Ohmygoodness, you guys, I finally finished my concept art for my big Thiam project and this is the introduction to my latest AU. (This is just the beginning, so I hope you are ready for a bit of a ride. 😅) I am so happy for you all to finally meet my little mer!Theo. 🥺 & Welcome to; A Call from the Ocean Summary; Liam Dunbar likes to think he's just your average, everyday, twenty-two year old guy. A College student majoring in history. Captain and star of the swim team. And seemingly just a happy go lucky person. But if only life were that simple. And for Liam, living with his disorder is anything but. Not everyone will and can understand what it's like living with IED. Forced to explain his outbursts of what others see as irrational anger and feeling like a freak. Liam finds solace and peace in one place. The ocean. He's felt the pull of the sea for as long as he can remember and it's like a second home to him. But could there be something else that calls Liam to the waters edge? Something more that lurks beneath the waves? And somewhere deep under the surface of that very ocean is where Theo calls home. An outcast of his kind, a survivor despite the odds being against him and leader of his small pod of three. Theo wonders if there could ever be more to his cold, painful existence. He wonders if he'll ever know a real life, a life lived and not just survived. He wonders if he'll ever experience a touch that's more than claws piercing his flesh and littering his skin with scars. Theo would give anything to know that there is something out there better than this. ..... A few things about this AU, I love mermaids/merpeople and have always been fascinated by them. So, I really couldn't resist making an AU for my all time favorite OTP. And when I imagined Theo as a mer, I fell in love with him and I just couldn't get him out of my head. I jumped all in and let it consume me for months. 😅 Waiting until MERMAY to finally post him. 💜 I had a lot of fun with his design and I didn't want 'frilly Disney mermaid' vibes. I wanted Theo to be beautiful, of course. But I also wanted him to be just a little bit terrifying. 😅 like, yes, he could rip your throat out and drown you before you can even scream, but he would look so pretty while he does it that you may just thank him for the experience. 😅🤣 Also, yes, I did one of his concept arts twice because I wanted to show the fact that parts of Theo are bioluminecent. I mean, c'mon, Bioluminecense is one of the most beautiful and magical things about the ocean, so it only felt right to make him that way. So I did a 'night' version but I still wanted you to be able to see the colors of his fans in both kinds of lighting. Last but never least, I have a few people that I really need to give a shoutout to for this AU. I was truly nervous about it, so I decided to reach out to a few of the wonderful friends I have made on here to get their thoughts and opinions. I honestly couldn't have made this peice if it wasn't for you all because your feedback and support has been vital for this. And we are talking months of y'all having to deal with my nonesense. 😅😅😅 @sterekshipper-writer​, @thiamsxbitch​, @sydney-winchester​, @wolfboy88​, @sapphire-rising-sun​, @stitchkiss​ All of you are so f*cking amazing and I heart you all so much. 💜 I really, really hope you all will like my little mer!Theo and I really hope I will be seeing you again when I post the first chapter to the story in the next few weeks. 💜 Ya’ll . 😘 ✌️💜🌈

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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 2: It’s the Sorting Hat, Duh

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This chapter we will finally reintroduce our infamous Perseus, Theodore Nott! So excited, please grab some popcorn and relax as we delve in the magical world of Hogwarts…

Also, to anyone who is deterred from reading this because the mother and the father of the twins are not people of color, please don't feel so. I personally headcanon, since Voldemort is "all-powerful", it means that his children can have a different skin color than his and Bellatrix's. I will always make this an all-inclusive story for any race and religion that happens to come across the story. Of course, wizarding customs are to be added.

So please read whether you are American, Ukrainian, Indian, Korean, or whatever ethnicity. I will NEVER discriminate, and if you EVER feel my writing isn't as inclusive as it could be, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE reach out to me.

I love you ALL💚💜

The Hogwarts Express September 1, 1991

At the sound of his name, the brown-haired boy turned around, spotting his best friend sprinting at him.

“Umph!” 

Right after he turned, Theo was instantly met with his best friend smashing into him with a bone-crushing hug. The Nott boy immediately smiled widely and returned the hug with the same ferocity.

“Y/N/N! I missed you!” at his words, the younger Riddle twin nuzzled her head into the boy’s neck. “I missed you too, Teddy.”

Y/N pulled back from Theo’s neck, “Matty and Draco are getting a compartment right now… Or, at least I think they are. I just kinda,” The girl did a little wooshing gesture with her hands, “y’know.” The girl laughed a little.

Theo returned the small laugh with a grin, “I know, I kinda felt it.”

“Shut up, you love me,” Y/N said, “C’mon, let’s go find Matty and Draco. They're back there somewhere.”

The girl smiled and took the boy's hand, tugging and running through the front of the train. Their mixed giggles filled the train’s corridors as students of all ages flooded in, the two having to zig-zag between them. The two finally stopped as they finally saw the older Riddle twin and the blond-haired diva in a compartment… filled with three other people?

The best friends looked to each other in confusion. The boy decided to pipe up first, “Who are they?”

The girl looked to him, stating in a monotonous voice, “I have no bloody idea.”

The two looked to each other and nodded, the girl reached for the compartment door and pulled it open. They both walked in and sat next to each other where Draco and Mattheo were sitting. 

“There you two are! We were about to send a search party for you,” Y/N and Theo looked to Draco as he yelled as loud as possible.

“Yes, thank you for splitting my eardrum, Draco. Really appreciate it,” as Y/N sassed Draco she looked to the three faces that were there with them.

Upon further inspection, Y/N and Theo realized they did know them. The one with the brown floppy hair with an enigmatic smile was Lorenzo Berkshire–most commonly known as Enzo–he was Draco’s fourth cousin twice removed, or something of the sort. They weren’t really sure. The girl with a short, brown bob was Pansy Parkinson (Y/N knew her from some of the many soul-crushing gala’s she was forced to attend. She hung out with her when her brother, “cousin”, or best friend were nowhere to be found). The third and second boy was Blaise Zabini. Theo also knew him from one of the gala’s he was forced to attend, his father had introduced him to the Contessa Zabini and her son, Blaise. They had bonded over the fact they both had dead parents, dark but a topic of which they had bonded nonetheless. 

Y/N and Pansy smiled to each other in greeting. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation Mattheo and I were in thinking you and Theo disappeared. Taking so long, almost giving me a heart attack I tell you,” the bleach-blond boy dramatically shouts, waving his hands about.

Enzo scoffs and faces his cousin, “Sure, Draco. Whatever you say… Anyway, “ he turns towards Theo and Y/N, “Hello, you two. Wonderful to see you two again. Haven’t seen you since the last excruciating gala we attended. Pansy was riveting about seeing you again, Y/N. Something about girl talk? If that makes any sense.”

Pansy and Y/N look to each other and giggle, knowing exactly what the floppy-haired boy meant. “Sweet, sweet, Enzo. You have no idea what it is I was talking about. Let’s keep it that way,” as the Parkinson girl said her piece she turned to the two who had most recently joined them, “Y/N, Theo, wonderful to see you two again. Are you two excited to finally attend Hogwarts? You know I’ve been reading Hogwarts: A-”

“A History! Me too! I’ve been trying to explain to these two wankers all summer how it’s actually important to read up on this stuff! You and Theo seem to be the only ones to actually appreciate the expansive history of Hogwarts!”

Mattheo groans, “Great! Now we have three nerds who’ll be bothering us our entire academic career at Hogwarts about useless knowledge! Just bloody brilliant!”

At Mattheo’s words, the smallest boy of the group raises his hand and speaks with a voice just as timid as Theo’s, “Four, actually. You, Draco, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, please, Zabini. We understand just fine, we just don’t flaunt it about at every second.”

At Enzo’s words, Blaise raises his eyebrow, “Is that so, Berkshire? Tell me, then, what is Hogwarts’ school motto?”

“Um… Rise up? The hell I know,” Enzo turns to Draco and Mattheo, “You two know?”

Draco shrugs, “Don’t look at us, mate. We haven’t got a clue.”

“See? Point. Proven. You three know,” the small Zabini boy questioned the three who actually bothered to actually care. The three stated in perfect unison, looking straight at the three boneheads, “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.”

Mattheo stares at his sister, “You three are extremely creepy, I hope you know that.”

The three–still staring at them–say, “We know.”

Blaise smirks, while the trio of boys shudders at the utter creepiness of the the three.

As the group all stared at each other, they burst out laughing, not being able to keep each other seriously. For the next few hours, the seven eleven-year-olds talked nonsense. To say that these seven kids would be close friends by the end of the year would be an understatement. 

Eventually, they all simultaneously decided to take a nap. Y/N, of course, fell asleep against Theo’s shoulder while everyone else was sprawled out throughout the compartment. Theo smiled down at his girl, how peaceful she was while she slept, even if she did start drooling against his sweatshirt. In all honesty, the Nott boy would allow his Andromeda to ruin his favorite sweater a hundred times over if it would get her to smile.

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A couple of hours later, the group was up again (though, only waking up due to Draco’s incessant whining about being alone when he woke up). Currently, they were all asking each other about what house they wanted to be in.

“Well, that’s an obvious answer: Slytherin. Duh. A Malfoy ends up in Slytherin.”

Theo snorts, and says in his quiet voice, “Oh yeah? Imagine you’re the first Malfoy to end up in Hufflepuff? I’d pay a hundred galleons to see that.”

Everyone laughs and Mattheo goes next, “Well, us Blacks always end up in Slytherin,” he points to his sister before she can say anything, “I know, cousin Sirius was a Gryffindor, but other than him; all Slytherin’s.”

Oh, did I not mention that the Malfoy’s thought that having the last name Riddle would be too startling to have at Hogwarts? No? Damn, well, the Malfoy’s thought that the twins should go by their mother’s maiden name, Black to “blend in” more. Sure, as if it isn’t noticeable that two members of the Noble House of Black showed up the same year as the infamous Harry Potter. Oh well. 

“Well, maybe Y/N/N will be the second Black to break the tradition. I swear, all those books,” Mattheo’s joke made his twin swat him on the back of the head. “Haha, very funny Mattheo. We’re almost there anyway, we should go get changed. Pansy?” At the younger twins’ statement, they all gathered their Hogwarts robes and left to put them on.

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Thirty goes by and everyone is dressed in their plain robes. As the Hogwarts Express slows, a voice rings throughout the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

A chorus of “cool” leaves the group as the words reverberate. Y/N smiles at Theo and takes his hand, “You ready?”

“Always, principessa.”

The group starts filing off the train and they hear a West Country accent fill the cool air, “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! Firs’ years!” 

The group follows the voice to the Black Lake full of tiny boats with even tinier lamps. “No more’n four to a boat!” the voice booms out again.

Mattheo turns to his sister, “We’ll meet you at the castle, okay? Stick with Theo while we’re gone, okay? Malfoy, Zabini, Berkshire, ‘n I are gonna go with Rosier. We’ll see when we get there,” the boy turns to Theo, “Keep an eye on her, okay?”

The Nott boy nods to Mattheo, “Yeah, see you later. We’ll go with Parkinson, I’m sure we’ll find someone else.” Mattheo nods to Theo and heads off with the other three boys as Pansy joins the two again. 

“I found one, just over there,” Y/N and Theo agree and walk with Pansy to a boat with a frizzy-haired girl with buck teeth.

Y/N recognizes her as the girl who was asking around if anyone had seen a Toad anywhere, “You’re the girl who was looking for the toad, right? I’m Y/N Black,” Y/N turns to her right, “this is Theodore Nott,” she turns to her left, “and Pansy Parkinson.”

The girl puts out her hand for a handshake, “Yes. Hermione Granger, pleasure.”

Theo and Pansy say hello and the four of them sit down. The loud voice of the half-giant calls out again, “Everyone in? Right then -- FORWARD!”

As the large group of excited first-years, all started to sail across the smooth waters of the Black Lake, everyone was silent; in awe. As they reached closer to the castle, they reached a cliff and the voice boomed again, “Heads down!” Once through the dark cave, they reached a dark dock where they climbed out of the boats onto dark rocks.

Theo helped Pansy, Y/N, and the now-known Hermione out of the boat. Once on solid land, Hermione went her own way as the other three went to find Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco. While walking, Y/N asks, “Amazing, isn’t it? All of this under Hogwarts, I mean.”

Pansy answered unenthusiastically, “I guess, I mean it’s just a bunch of rocks. Nothing especially special.” Whereas Theo encouraged Y/N’s statement, nudging her shoulder with his, “I think it’s pretty amazing.” Y/N smiles and looks to him with a glint in her eyes, Theo uncertain of what it is.

“Oy! You three!” 

At the agitatedingly high voice of Draco Malfoy, the three turn to the other four and rush towards them. Thought we lost you, again,” Mattheo voices over the other first years giggly excitement.

Pansy snorts, “You mean, lose them again.”

As the Parkinson girl’s statement is finished, Hagrid calls to the incoming students, “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”

At his ending remarks, Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the big castle door.

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The door swung open and a tall, slim, graying witch in emerald robes stood there. A stern-looking gaze scanned the crowd of new students.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the half-giant said.

The professor smiled tightly, “Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”

She opens the wide door all the way, showing the first years an expansive entrance hall. Enchanted paintings of old were hung. Torches lit up the stone walls that held the paintings, the ceiling was probably the tallest ceiling any of the children had ever seen, a marble staircase ascending to the upper floors.

The Core Four looked to each other in amusement as they joined each other with the rest of the seven. Y/N looked at each and every painting, analyzing, taking mental notes. Then, she spotted a painting of a woman with wonderfully long hair, curls encircling her long face that ran around a vast field of Aster and Baby’s Breath, twirling around with a book in hand, eventually falling into the flowers. At this painting, Y/N feels a connection with it, an unexplainable. She pokes her curly-haired best friend points to it and whispers, “That’s the painting. That’s the painting I feel. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it.”

Theo smiles at her, “I know… Let’s go catch up.”

As they catch up with the other five, McGonagall comes to a stop, “Welcome to Hogwarts,” says the professor. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor,” Mattheo makes a gagging face causing Y/N to silently giggle at her brother, “...Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” Draco and Mattheo fist-bump one another. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. 

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

The last statement clearly directed to a boy with brown hair whose cloak was all twisted and a boy with fiery red hair that had a smudge on his nose.

Once McGonnagal leaves, Y/N turns to Theo, “Exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait, but I’m nervous at the same time. What do you think?”

“I think, that everything will be just fine, Y/N/N. Pinky promise,” Theo holds out his pinky to the girl. Y/N hooks her pinky with his, “Pinky promise.”

Draco nudges the twins and Theo, “Look. Right there. That’s Harry Potter. I think I’m going to go introduce myself.”

“Draco, don’t go making an arse of yourself, okay? Really don’t need it right now.”

“Now, Mattheo, when do I ever make an arse of myself? I’m off.”

As Draco takes two sauntering steps towards the Boy Who Lived and the boy with fiery red hair, “It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Y/N facepalms, shakes her head, and thinks, already off to a bad start. Hushed whispers of “Harry Potter” resonate through the hall. “This is Mattheo, Theodore, and Y/N. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The red-haired boy snickers at the blond’s name, Y/N sends him a glare while Draco continues, “Think my name’s funny, do you? I’ve no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.” At this, Y/N decides to quietly intervene, whispering into her “cousin’s” ear, “I think that’s enough, Draco.” However, the Malfoy boy continues, “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” As he finishes his mini-monologue, Draco sticks out his hand. This time Y/N whispers more assertively, “I’m serious, Draco.”

Harry looks at the blond’s hand skeptically and sassily says, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” 

At Potter’s words, Draco scoffs and walks back to the rest of the group, Mattheo following him as Y/N stays back and tells Theo she’ll be over quickly. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t usually do that. See you around.” Potter and Weasley shoot the girl a quick “see ya” as she walks back with Theo to the group.

“Told ya not to make an arse of yourself, and what did you do,” Mattheo questions Draco in an accusatory manner.

Draco scoffs, “Not my fault, the wanker was being a prat.”

The rest of the group roll their eyes at the boy. “Seriously, Malfoy, that was pathetic. Even I saw it,” at Theodore’s words, Y/N nods and the rest of the seven–save for Draco–nod and send a chorus of agreement.

The group goes silent as the Great Hall door opens and McGonagall steps through, “We’re ready for you. Follow me.”

As the first years step through the threshold, they’re in awe of the size of the room and the ceiling. Y/N turns to Theo, “The ceiling is enchanted to change according to the overall mood of the student body at any given time. Right now it’s cloudy, so everyone’s mostly anxious or thinking hard.”

The looks in curiosity at the girl, “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

A loud voice cuts through the noise of the students, “What’s that?”

The boy whose loud voice ruminated from was pointing towards a frayed, dirty, and patched hat. That hat would certainly be thrown out the second Aunt Cissy saw that thing in the Manor, thought Y/N. Another loud voice snapped her out of her thoughts, this time from the bushy-haired girl, Hermione, Y/N, Theo, and Pansy had met, 

“It’s the Sorting Hat, duh.”

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I don't know how I feel about this one, please send me any feedback you can think of! I also think that this is the longest chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: destined, so far!

Thank you to everyone who has been reading this, it means a lot to me. I love you guys so much!💚💜

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Except I did two lines 👀

I was tagged by @infamous-if (thank you for the tag 💜)

“I think it’s even more impressive Theo hasn’t been arrested. Aside from the whole body thing, there was the literal assault that happened yesterday.” Viktor snarks back to save Charlie the trouble.

Theo’s grin is a bit too satisfied, “Hey, from my point of view, Fletcher’s kneecaps were begging for it.”

I’ll tag @bacchanal-if @kalorphic and @kal-down or whoever else would like to do this!

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Ace Trappola’s Flower Bouquet Meaning

aka Hana rambles about flowers lolol

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

HE HAS ROSES in his bouquets!!! YESSSSS 🙌🙌🌺🌺💕💕💕

so so so I am loving all shades of pinks and purples and I just adore it.

if you think about it, shades of pink plays a role in Heartslabyul. Heartslabyul rules has students painting white flowers red. Now, if you mix those colors, it becomes pink.

In a way, this shows a blend of Ace. He respects the queen of hearts only for those expectations to be shattered because of Riddle, but then he grows and he gains that respect back after seeing how hard his dorm leader works. 

Plus if you think about all those theories about Ace becoming dorm head? it’s likely will be a mix of how Ace will uphold there queen’s law but at the same time maybe he’ll add his own twist to it?

his sun, moon, and wave side changed opposite from jamil’s....I wonder if that's just design choice of has some astrology meaning. Ace also has a mage hat too which we couldn't see before because it was blocked.

Ace doesn’t really show his emotions...well, well he does, but we all know how much of a little shit he can be. 

but, boy do his flowers give a bit of insight 

as always, flowers have different meanings in different countries and regions and it depends on colors too. I’m just going to list some flowers that I think they are, but I could be wrong lolol

Pink Roses: (different shades of pink all have different meanings) 

Dark Pink: thank you, I am grateful, gratitude, appreciation, I agree with you, I want to be with you.

Pale Pink: I am sorry, get well, healing, grace

Pink: Friendship, Chaste Love

Purple Rose: Achievement, success, high honor 

Number of roses is can contribute to meaning too:  [giving meaning of 10-15 since I counted at least 10]

10 Roses: You are perfection, you are pretty 

11 Roses: you are my treasured one, to assure someone they are truly loved, 

12 Roses: be my steady, asking them to be yours, love and admiration 

13 Roses: forever friends, eternal friends, secret admirer (ace you little shit lol 😂)

14 Roses: I’m proud of you.

15 Roses: I’m really sorry, asking for forgiveness, wish for forgiveness (ace betrayal theory anyone??) 

Carnation: Gratitude, never forgetting someone, you are unforgettable, thank you,

Dahlia: strength, perseverance to overcome, encouragement, You can do this, (dark colored dahlias also mean betrayal, sadness, insecurity...so betrayal theo- *ducks*)

Aster: loyalty, wisdom, faith, valor 

Gerbera: cheerfulness, celebration,  protected heart, emotional strength 

Azalea: abundance, hope for good things to come their way, love and passion, stay true (in some countries they even mean beauty and death -cough-)

Hypericum Berries: symbol of peace, protection, rebirth 

Zinnias: Absence, missing you, lasting affection, friendship. 

Chrysanthemums: friendship, happiness, well-being

Awww Ace you’re so cute! 🌺🌻💕 He shows gratitude, strength, and so much more in his bouquet, essentially expressing himself in way we would never get to see usually.  

Please please let all the Heartslabyul boys have roses too. And maybe, just maybe, Riddle can have one from each of his friends? That would be so cute!!

Random Facts:  Flowers can be assigned to days too. So since the 23rd is on a Friday, the flowers are: Forget-me-nots (Meaning: speak up, I will not forget you, don’t forget me, true love), Carnations, Love-in-a-Mist (such pretty flowers, meaning: Kiss me, you puzzle me, opens to love), and Pink Rose. Given what's in his bouquet, I think they probably considered the day too 👏💕

Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength  be well, strength, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness.

Credit: Thank you to Lala (@/mobagehellocal) and Chris (@/jaberwockk) for talking flowers with me 🌺💚💕 Please, go talk flowers with them too. They are such nice people. 💚💜💕