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amourane · 2 months

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so this is love

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff

w/c: 2.7k

summary: there's a weird feeling that erupts in theo's chest whenever he looks at you and for the first time in his life his mind goes silent.

warnings: none!

a/n: i honestly love this so much and it's so so sooo cute!

Theodore Nott was many things. Quiet, judgmental, emotionless and most importantly handsome. One of the prettiest boys in Hogwarts yet the most unapproachable. No one had ever seen a smile grace his lips and if you had tried to converse with the Slytherin he would only stare at you with blank eyes waiting for you to go away. He spoke little words but it was enough for people to get the point. Unlike his rowdy group of friends, he wouldn’t merrily join in conversation, rather make snarky remarks every now and then, an uninterested look always on his face. A scowl or a smirk always tugged at his lips as he listened to what his friends had to say.

Even though Theo never voiced his thoughts out loud he always knew what to think. His mind was constantly running at a hundred miles per hour. Every little thing he wanted to say flitted through his mind. It was as if his head was a cacophonous symphony.

Yet as he looked at the girl in yellow robes his mind was oddly quiet. He watched her silently as she dropped her ingredients into her cauldron. It was a rare moment. One he had discovered a month ago when he had finished his potion early and looked around to see if anyone else was done. There you were. Eyes scanning the contents of your Potion’s book but it was quite clear you had finished brewing whatever was in your cauldron as you leaned back into your seat.

Theo’s mind was silent.

There were no thoughts, no opinions, no judgments. He stared at you and it made him uneasy. There was something about you that unnerved him. He didn’t recall you from his other classes and it was the first time he had even seen you in Potions. As he felt the comforting silence settle in his head he concluded one thing - you were interesting and he was going to keep an eye on you.

“Nott, mate, what are you doing? I’ve been asking you to pass me a quill for about a century, have you suddenly gone deaf?” Blaise nudged Theo out of his trance and the brunette blinked for a second before passing over a quill. His partner frowned before following where his eyeline previously was and he smirked. “Still obsessing over the little Hufflepuff I see. Who knew you were capable of having feelings.”

“I don’t fancy her.”

“I never said you did.” Blaise’s smirk widened. “You came up with that on your own.”

Theo felt his face heat up. It wasn’t true. He didn’t like you, not in the slightest. He was merely fascinated at how you were able to turn his manic mind into a state of tranquillity. He looked over. You were talking to your partner beside you and Theo assumed she had said something funny because a grin had overtaken your pretty features and a giggle slipped past your lips. Theo didn’t fancy you but he couldn’t deny that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“He’s staring again.” Hannah said as she poked your side to get your attention. “It’s like he’s drilling holes into your skull. Do you think he wants to hex you?”

You looked up from your cauldron with a frown as you faced your friend. “He doesn’t stare at me, don’t be silly Hannah. I’m sure he has a reason for looking this way.”

“Y/n you’re terrible at finding excuses for anything. It’s so obvious he’s looking at you and his glare is starting to scare me a bit.”

Behind your fellow Hufflepuff was Theodore Nott. Your eyes glaze over his perfectly tousled hair and his dark coloured eyes. He really was handsome. You watch as he says something to Blaise and you see a tint of pink touch his cheeks. Cute. You smiled to yourself. Merlin, he was really cute.

Theodore Nott had been watching you for a few weeks now and you weren’t oblivious enough to not notice the Slytherin’s gaze. At first you didn’t know how to react when you first felt his eyes on you. It was weird. Every time you would turn around he would already be looking down at his piece of parchment, scribbling something down with his quill. You had never caught him staring at you but you could certainly feel it. The piercing feeling of his stare made goosebumps rise on your skin. In a way you found it endearing. Sometimes you would turn around and find him, nose deep in his textbook and you could faintly see the tips of his ears blush red. It was those times you would giggle to yourself.

It was arrogant to assume that Theo felt that way about you but for some reason you couldn’t help but get a little giddy at the thought he might. That someone like him would even think about going out with someone like you. That the cutest guy in your year would fancy you. Then reality came crashing back and you knew that a Slytherin would never be seen with a Hufflepuff much less date one.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n? You still there?” Hannah waved her hand in front of your face. “Merlin, one mention of Nott and you go all dreamy on me. When are you going to ask him out then?”

Your cheeks flared up with heat and you couldn’t help a smile that tugs at your lips. “Shush Hannah.” You try to sound serious but with your blushing face and bright grin it’s hard to do so.

“You’re actually whipped, Y/n.” Hannah let out a laugh and you let a giggle slip past your lips at her statement. You didn’t feel the need to deny it after all, maybe it held some truth.

Theodore Nott always knew what to say and when but as he stood in front of you he found himself speechless. Now as his eyes wandered over your delicate hands and beautiful face he couldn’t find the words that needed to be said. His mind was quiet again. Silence. He opened his mouth to apologise for bumping into you and nearly knocking you over but no words came out. So he did the next best thing, help you grab your books.

You were scrambling to grab scrap pieces of parchment that had escaped the grasps of your books and Theo grabbed the Herbology textbook you had dropped. He watched as you gathered your things before finally meeting his gaze. You smiled and he felt his heart stop. Suddenly it was as if he was being engulfed in a tidal wave. There was a twinkle in your eyes and it set off a spark in his chest that he didn’t know was there. Theo felt himself grow hot as you stared at him and for the first time in his life he felt self conscious.

“Thank you.” You said and he felt his ears ring as your voice echoed through his mind. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going and I was in a rush to get to my next class. I hope you aren’t hurt anywhere.”

A beat passed.

Theo blinked. He watched as your bright expression slowly morphed into one of concern. He watched as you reached out to touch his arm.

“Theodore?”

“It’s Theo.” Is the only thing he can think to say before he realised how it must’ve sounded rude. “But you can call me Theodore. I don't mind.”

Another beat passed.

The two of you were now standing in the middle of the hallway as other students passed by. Theo could hear their whispers as they looked. The curious eyes wondering what a Slytherin could possibly be talking to a Hufflepuff about. For a second Theo thinks he’s upset you and you’re going to storm off but he’s proven wrong. The bright smile returned to your face.

“Well Theo, I’m going to need my Herbology textbook back, I’ve already been late twice this week.”

“O-Oh yes right, sorry I forgot.”

Theodore Nott has never once stumbled over his words. Yet as he stood in front of you he found himself wrapped in a world he had never known before. He felt himself grow even warmer and he reached a hand to loosen the emerald tie around his neck. This was unlike him. He never went speechless, he never struggled to find a smart quip or retort and he most definitely never stuttered. You brought out a side to him that was new and he didn’t know if he liked it or not.

“Thank you for helping me Theo, I’ll see you in Potions.” You waved goodbye as you hurried off down the hallway.

Theo’s eyes remained glued onto your frame as you ran. A rising bubbly feeling began in his chest and he felt his heart quicken. He gulped. You had long disappeared from his view but he still felt a burning sensation on his cheeks and he tried to cool himself down with his hands but it served no use. Giving up, he turned away and marched down the hall determined to figure out whatever he was feeling.

“You know staring at her won’t make her your girlfriend Nott.” Mattheo smirked as he watched his best friend. The others at the Slytherin table tittered with laughter and Theo rolled his eyes. He was now used to his friend’s teasing and even though it was relentless he didn’t pay any attention to it. Why would he? It wasn’t true anyway.

“Very funny Riddle.”

“You know me Theo, always the jokester.” He winked as he sipped the pumpkin juice in his cup.

“But seriously Theo you should ask her out if you like the girl. Salazar, it's better than drilling holes in the back of her head.”

“Pansy’s right Nott, we’re all tired of you mooning over the girl just go ask her out already and then the two of you can go snog in the broom cupboard.” Draco snickered and the other Slytherins erupted into another round of laughter.

“Well you’ve got it all wrong I don’t fancy her.” Theo looked at his friends with a scowl present on his face. “She makes me feel all these things and I hate it. I hate how different it is. I hate how quiet everything gets when I look at her. I hate how she makes me feel and it’s all horrible and downright disgusting. It’s like I’ve got a fever whenever I’m around her and I’ve somehow contracted some life-threatening heart disease. My mouth dries up and I stumble over what I say and it’s not like me at all. So no, you’ve all got it wrong because I don't fancy her.”

With that Theo leaves the table, dinner untouched, with red cheeks and a rapidly beating heart. His friends watched dumbfounded as their friend trudged away. They all exchange knowing glances before shaking their heads at his obliviousness to his own feelings.

“That guy seriously needs to realise that sometimes not being an emotionless prick isn’t going to kill him.” Pansy dug into her beef as she scoffed at her friend’s stupidity.

Unbeknownst to the Slytherins a certain Hufflepuff was watching as their friend stormed off, her eyes never once leaving his ruby red face and the angry glare that accompanied it. She excused herself from her table before slipping away to follow a certain brunette.

Annoyance was the main thing that Theodore Nott felt at the moment. Anger at the persistence that he had a crush on you when he didn’t, he knew he didn’t. You had cast some sort of spell on him. Some sort of hex that made him notice every little bit about you. The way your smile lit up the room, the way your laughter echoed in his mind like the happy tinkering of a bell. Every second he saw you it was as if you overtook his senses. Clouding his sight with your beauty, suffocating him with your sweet scent, muffling his ravenous thoughts until everything was calm.

When Theodore Nott looked at you he felt an overwhelming emotion, one that he couldn’t explain, but it made his hectic thoughts still and as cheesy as it sounded it made time itself stand still. When Theodore Nott looked at you he noticed every fine small detail like the way you like to smile at yourself whenever you get a question right or the way you tap your fingers on the desk when you’re concentrating. When Theodore Nott looked at you he felt his heart soar and he isn’t used to feeling this unnatural emotion that had been brewing inside of him.

He didn’t even notice you were behind him until he heard your voice. Soft and gentle and kind. He spun around. You had a look of concern etched upon your face and you stepped closer towards him and he backed away feeling his heart quicked once again. He glared at you hoping that his stare would force you to go away and would force whatever he was feeling to disappear.

“Are you okay Theo? I saw you leave and you didn’t touch your food, did something happen?”

You were so caring, so nice, so calm. You were so many things and Theo couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take looking at you when he could hear his heart pumping. “What are you doing to me?” He whispered, backing away further.

You frowned. “I haven’t done anything Theo. Are you sure you’re okay you look quite red and-”

“You’re lying.” He seethed. “You’re lying because why are you making me feel these things? Why does my mind go quiet, my thoughts stop, the words fail? There’s no explanation to this. I don’t understand why my heart races and everything suddenly feels hotter around me. I don’t understand this feeling I have inside me, some magnetic force that keeps pulling me to you. You’re everywhere Y/n.”

His glare intensified as he spoke, each word punctuated by a slow, deliberate step forward. “I look at you and I feel things I’ve never felt before, this bubbly warm feeling. Whenever I’m around you I can’t think of what to say. I close my eyes and I see your smile, your eyes. I can hear your laughter even if we’re in the noisiest classroom. You’re everywhere Y/n. So tell me, what have you done to me?”

A beat of silence.

The both of you stare at each other. Your frown had long gone and now you simply looked at the Slytherin in front of you trying to decipher his anger.

“It’s love Theo.” You take a step closer. “All the things you’ve just said - it’s love.”

Theo froze. His expression remained stony yet his eyes betrayed his thoughts as he looked away for a second. He blinked before looking at you once again. Your eyes, the eyes he couldn’t help but notice everywhere he went, looked back at him. His mind was no longer quiet. An outbreak of noise erupted inside his head and he struggled to grasp what was going on. He couldn’t focus. All he could hear was his own voice in his mind, overlapping, shouting, screaming, crying. It all came crashing down and Theo didn’t know what to do.

Then your lips collided with his and he stilled. The noise died down. Chaos ceased. Theo let his eyes flutter shut as he kissed you back with fervour. Your lips were soft and you tasted sweet like strawberries. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you were warm as you leaned into his touch. He felt your arms tangle in his hair and he smiled at the feeling. This felt right. This didn’t feel weird or disgusting. It was something he never thought he would feel.

The both of you broke apart and you blinked looking at Theo with your beautiful eyes. His heart continued to race. You beamed up at him and he couldn’t help but smile back. You were so pretty, so gorgeous and you had just kissed him. His mind was finally quiet again. The strange feeling that filled his body now didn’t feel so foreign at all in fact it felt natural as he gazed at you.

“It’s love Theodore Nott. That’s what you feel.” You give him another kiss. “And it’s what I feel too.”

Theodore Nott was many things but as he closed his eyes to kiss you once again there is only one thing that he wants to be - in love with you.

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toothfa-1-ry · 9 months

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DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? draco malfoy

In which,

Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: 4th yr Draco x 4th year reader

FEAT: lee do hyun as Terry Booth!!

WARNING: none :>

A/N: A continuation of my Draco Malfoy is a loser agenda!! Also did I mention that Draco is a very DRAMATIC loser??

"uhm hi y/n" Draco said nervously as he turned to look at Pansy and Blaise who gave him a reassuring nod and a thumbs up

"ooh hi Draco"

"uhm so..y/n" Draco nervously chuckled as he played his his hand cuffs "uh..y/n haha.."

"Draco-" Pansy hissed "you already said her name, there's no need to repeat it again"

"right- sorry. Uhm so y/n!"

"oh god he's a lost cause" Blaise muttered to Pansy who just shook her head.

"I can hear you, just in case you didn't know" Draco angrily muttered towards them, shooting them both a dirty look

"uhm are you talking to y/n or are you talking to us?" Blaise questioned, his eyebrows raised

"oh bloody hell" Draco sweared "uhm anyway y/n uh so like I'm pretty sure you heard the announcement today- during breakfast because like you have ears uh I have ears too! So I heard the announcement too- ha" Draco awkwardly continued.

"ofcourse she has ears dunderhead and ofcourse she heard it! Everyone heard the announcement" piped Lorenzo from a corner "just try to charm her won't you?"

Theodore shook his head in amusement as he watched his best mate Draco act like a complete fool. Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.

"right- right my bad my bad" Draco shook his head "so! Y/n!"

"yes Draco? What is the matter?"

"I thought you could do the er honour of er taking me to the Yule ball y'know" Draco smirked as he attempted to charm you like Lorenzo said

"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Draco quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"

Theodore and Lorenzo tried holding in their laughter as Pansy groaned and Blaise muttered curses under his breath.

"oh bloody hell" Matteo mumbled

"mate that was horrible and I'm not even y/n! I'm just pretending to be her!" Matteo exclaimed as he took of the wig he was wearing

"if your gonna be this bad with me pretending to be y/n, how are you actually gonna face her!?" Matteo shook his head and turned to Pansy "he's totally lost!"

"it wasnt that bad was it?" Draco cringed at himself.

Oh he knew how bad it was

"it was HORRIBLE" all his friends shouted at him, especially Matteo who was honestly tired of wearing the wig and pretending to be you for the 9th time now.

"c'mon mate! This is the 9th time I'm pretending to be y/n. Just ask her out NORMALLY PLEASE" Matteo shouted

"oh shut up okay! I'm trying" Draco hissed his face turning pink

"well try harder" Theodore said from a corner "if you don't ask her out soon, someone else will"

"what?" Draco whisper shouted "you mean- there's a chance that she'll go to the Yule ball with someone else whose not me?"

Theodore rolled his eyes at his blonde friend, "incase you haven't noticed, many guys in Hogwarts likes her. And now you have double the competition with Durmstang and Beuxbaton"

Draco went pink in the face again "oh fuck"

"yup!" Lorenzo patted his cousin in the shoulder "so you better hurry up cuz!" He cheerily said as if Draco wasn't going through a mini panick attack

"ugh whatever!" Pansy groaned "you! Get your act together" she pointed at Draco "we're gonna practice this one more time! Matteo wear the wig"

Matteo grumbled as he begrudgingly wore the wig " on merlins beard why do I have to pretend to be y/n"

"okay! In 3-2-1" Pansy hollered, completely ignoring Matteo "action!"

"y/n hi! Uh I have to talk to you! Uh about uh something" Draco awkwardly grinned

"ooh yes Draco! What is it?" Matteo said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you.

"uhm so-" Draco stammered

"yes Draco? Hehe" Matteo let out a giggle and twirled a strand of the wig

"uhm!..I have a collection of chocolate frog cards!" Draco squeaked, the word Yule ball being unable to form in his mouth

He heard all his friends groan and he became redder then a Weasley

"oh god not again..that's it. I'm going" Matteo threw the wig on the ground shaking his head "all the best" he patted Draco and walked away

"oh c'mon- wait one last time let me try one last time!" Draco whined as he watched all of his friends walk out of the dorm "oh wait- guys wait!"

"you can do this. I believe in you" Lorenzo gave his cousin a thumbs up

"well I don't" Matteo snorted which caused Draco to give him a dirty look "what? I'm being honest"

"she's right over there. Just go to her, say hi, maybe compliment her and then ask her out" the caramel haired boy ignored Matteo and gave his poor shaking cousin some tips

"what? What kind of compliments to I give her?" Draco whispered back in a sort of panick

"geez. Just tell her that she looks pretty today, and that you'd be honoured if she would go to the ball with you" Theodore cut in and shrugs "works like a charm"

"okay.. alright I got this" Draco mumbled

"yea you got it..now go" Pansy ushered the boy "c'mon now go ahead" she pointed towards the courtyard where you were.

Draco walked up towards you and a bunch of third years who were talking to you. Suddenly he felt very intimidated by those small scrawny third years and immediately turned away and walked back to his friends

"I can't do this! You lot are right, maybe I am hopeless" Draco sulked as his friends let out another sigh

"did he just call himself hopeless?" Matteo peered at the sulking boy "oh dear, y/n really did a number on him huh?"

"not helping Matteo" Pansy said sternly, hitting Matteo in the arm.

"listen, your Draco Malfoy and your going to go and ask y/n the girl who've been crushing on since forever to go to the ball with you" Blaise said giving Draco a light shake

"and if she says yes all is good and if she doesn't, well- it's kind of embarassing but it's gonna be alright" Pansy adds

"yea so go and ask her out now before she goes to the ball with Terry Booth over there huh?" Theodore nudges Draco towards your direction as the smiling ravenclaw keeper approaches you

"oh bloody hell- no way in my watch is y/n going to go out with that crow" Draco fumed under his breath as he immediately rushed towards you

"yea go get'em tiger!" Draco could hear Matteo whooping and the constant shouting from his friends, all hyping him up but that could hardly matter right now

Dracos hands were going all clamy and he could feel his heart racing. He wanted to run away from you but he wasn't going to let Terry Booth ask you out right infront of him!

"y/n" Terry approached you with a smile

"Terry" you greeted the Korean boy with a grin "anything's the matter?"

"oh yea uh I wanted to ask you if-" the keeper then abruptly stopped mid sentence as another person had joined their conversation

"y/n! Y/n!" A frantic Draco appeared, his eyes widened and his hair a mess

"Draco? Are you alright?" You ask the Slytherin boy who seemed to be in a bit of a mix

"mhm m'fine- I have to talk to you" Draco grabbed your hand which took you by surprise

You look at a awkward Terry and a frantic Draco, unsure of what to make up with this situation

"oi Booth can you bigger off for a second?" Draco coldly dismissed Terry who simply raise a eyebrow before shaking his head

"er- alright, I'll talk to you later y/n" Terry mumbled before walking away

"Draco! What was that. You can't just tell people to bugger off" you begin scolding Draco, unaware that his hands were still holding yours

"y/n I have to tell you something" the boy gulped, he could feel the way your hands felt against his and the close proximity the both of you were in. His heart racing even faster

"what is it?" You ask him, your brows creased up in slight worry. The blonde Slytherin boy who was always so put together, confident and full of himself was now nervous and quite frankly not behaving like his usual self

"Draco are you sick?" You immediately raise your free hand to his head and Draco swears that his temperature rises by a hundred degrees probably.

"uhm y/n" the boy begins, he could feel his sweat dripping and his mouth going dry

"oh dear Merlin Draco your turning redder than a tomato! Let's go to madam Pomfrey" you usher him, pulling him into the hallway "c'mon let's go-"

"wait y/n listen- I have to tell you something first"

You look at Draco in confusion. What did he have to tell you so much that he was acting quite frankly out of his personality

"er- okay..can you tell me when we're in the infirmary?"

"no! I have to tell you now" Draco pressed on. He had to ask you right now when he was full of adrenaline or else he won't be able to ask you later

"oh okay, okay" you say a little taken back "what is it?"

Draco bites his lower lip and mumbles something

"what Draco? I didn't quite catch you"

"uhm...I think uh- I think you look very nice today!" Draco suddenly exclaimed

"o-oh!" That might have taken you back by surprise even more, a slight blush forms in your face "thanks..uhm"

"actually I think you look nice everyday" Draco continues his eyes looking down, his grip on your hand tightening.

You look down and realise that the both of you were holding hands and you feel your face getting hot

"that's really sweet of you to say Dray" you said before you could stop yourself

Draco looks up at you, his eyes widened at the sudden nickname you called him

"Dray?"

You eyes widen and you the undying urge to slap yourself across the face as you see the way Draco's eyes twinkle with mischief.

"did you just give me a nickname? Dray?" Draco grins smugly, completely forgetting the real reason why he was with you

"oh shut up" you huff "I'm never gonna say that again"

"oh no please do say it again" Draco teased you, watching your face get red

"r-right, what did you have to tell me Draco? Do say it fast I don't have all day" you quickly try to change the subject causing Draco to remember the real reason why he was talking to you

"er-" Draco immediately felt all his confidence and smugness fading away

"oh dear Draco your getting red all again" you worriedly said, peering into his face "are you sure you don't need to-"

"not Draco" Draco mumbled

"what?"

"not Draco, don't call me Draco" Draco mumbled a bit louder

"well, what do you want me to call you then-"

"Dray, you should call me Dray" he says softly

Your eyes widen "Dray... I don't understand what-"

"doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" Draco squeaked

"what?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked around, he beckoned you to come closer to him and leaned towards you

"do you want to maybe perhaps go to the ball with..me?" He whispered into your ears filling your stomach with butterflies

"oh- Draco I-" you stammer, unable to form sentences "uhm I would really actually like that" you whisper back in surprise

"really?" Draco asked you back, his voice in equal surprise

You give a shy nodd

"really?!" Draco asked again looking at you eyes widened "I'm not going to stop saying really unless you give me a proper answer l/n"

Your roll your eyes "yes really...Dray I would love to go to the ball with you"

"oh my god I think I'm gonna pass out" Draco said feeling faint

"I think that's a little but of a exaggeration- oh my god Draco!" You shout out, trying to catch the boy before he fell on the ground

"oh dear- he actually passed out" you grimace slightly as you make him lie down in one of the stools in the courtyard after dragging him all the way from the hallway

You softly brush his blonde hair away from his pink face

"how quite adorable" you laugh to yourself

"Hey Berkshire!" Terry greeted Lorenzo who along with all his friends were trying to see what Draco and y/n were doing just as they got dragged to the hallway

"ugh we cant see them anymore!" Pansy whined as she stretched her neck, only to get a glimpse of blonde hair

"uhm s'everything alright?" Terry asked

"yea everythings fine" Lorenzo smiled at the tall boy "what's up?"

"oh uh- I did what you told me too" Terry grinned as all of Lorenzo's friends looked at him with a confused face

Lorenzo laughed "great chap you are my friend" giving him a pat in the back

"I'm guessing you told me to pretend like I'm asking y/n to the ball just so that Malfoy would make a move first?" Terry winced as he asked Lorenzo who just seemed to grin even brighter

"my god- you do catch on quick don't you?"

Terry let out a laugh and blushed at the sudden compliment. He was never really good with compliments

"you did what?" Matteo asked eyes widened

"sneaky snake" Pansy squinted her eyes at him and grinned 'your a genius!"

Lorenzo simply shrugged

"so whatdya think? He asked her out yet?" Terry peered out from where Pansy was standing

"maybe if Draco finally got the guts" Pansy snorted

"oh I think he did" Blaise said hesitantly

"what?" Pansy and Matteo asked eagerly

"it appears that our little prince has..." Theodore paused not sure whether he was supposed to laugh or be embarrassed

"he has what?" Pansy questioned

"oh hell!" Matteo shouted with laughter "the bloody wanker has fainted!" Matteo exclaimed with glee all across his face

Pansy covered her face with embarrassment as the boys roared with laughter. Only Terry wasn't the one laughing along.

"oh dear" Terry shook his head sadly "now how would the poor boy be when he dances with her?"

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kaiyatoast · 3 months

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slytherin boys and the 5 love languages

characters: blaise zabini, draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, tom riddle w/c: 865

Blaise Zabini -

Acts of Service: He'll tie your shoelaces for you, help you into your coat, and hold a hand out for you when you're stepping over something. Giving Gifts: He's a bougie man. He has taste. He'll buy you jewelry that you'll actually wear (not those tacky pink heart ones)

Quality Time: The two of you enjoy being together, even if you aren't doing anything together. You guys would work on your own homework together. Words of Affirmation: He's not the type to shout that he loves you on top of the table during dinner. What he'll do is bend down into your ears to whisper how much he loves you, how much he treasures you, how much he cherishes you

Physical touch: KING OF HAND KISSES!! He'll kiss the back of your hand and follow it up with running his thumb along your knuckles.

Draco Malfoy -

Acts of Service: He'll show you that he's serious about you by planning vacations for you that you'll both enjoy. If you're feeling stressed, he'll bring you to a relaxing spa getaway. If he wants to make up to you for something (or simply spoil you), he'll bring you to a vacation in Prague.

Giving Gifts: He likes showing off his wealth. He'll get you jewelry with the shiniest diamond. He has all that money and he likes spending it on you.

Quality Time: He'll go shopping with you, or any other activities that you enjoy doing. He might not like it, but all that matters is doing that you enjoy with you. Words of Affirmation: He's tells you that he loves you often. You'll never go a day without him telling you that he loves you. Whether he's telling you face to face, or if he's sending you a note, he wants you to know how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He likes holding your hand. He like sit when he can feel your fingers between his and your palm flat against his. He thinks that it's one of the most intimate things ever.

Mattheo Riddle -

Acts of Service: If you're exhausted, he'll carry you to bed. He'll do your entire skincare routine for you, followed by a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Giving Gifts: He'll get you your favourite flowers every week without fail. He'll pass you notes in class. If you started to get interested in knitting, he'll get your needles and yarns without you saying anything.

Quality Time: He loves being with you in his dorm. You don't even need to do anything. He's just happy to be in your presence. Words of Affirmation: He likes making you laugh, and that's when he'll tell you he loves you. He loves you all the time, but seeing you smile and hearing you laugh, he feels like his heart might explode if he doesn't tell you how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He loves kissing your forehead. Before you, all his relationships were purely physical, and kissing you on the forehead is his way of showing you how much he loves you in a non-sexual way.

Theodore Nott -

Acts of Service: He'll always have an extra hair tie on him for you. He'll also have period products in his bag, as well as stuff like eyedrops for you since he knows you get dry eyes.

Giving Gifts: Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll get it. It could be something as small as a bookmark, because he remembered that you were running out of bookmarks.

Quality Time: He loves spending time with you at the astronomy tower, watching the stars. Words of Affirmation: He loves Loves LOVES telling you that he loves you in Italian. He complements you in Italian so much that that's the only Italian words you know. You have no idea how to ask someone how their day is in Italian, but you know how to tell them that you want to drown in their eyes.

Physical touch: Believe me when I say that he's very physical. He's always touching you. He'll have an arm around your shoulders, waist, anywhere he can get his hand on.

Tom Riddle -

Acts of Service: He knows exactly what you need and he'll always have it on hand, like an extra quill or a cup of your favourite drink.

Giving Gifts: He needs his girl to have the best of everything. When he gets you a gift, it's the best possible version. He always gets you exactly what you want and he'll never scrimp on you.

Quality Time: He's a busy man, but he'll always have time for you. He wants to hear from you how your day has been, and to unwind from the day by being around you, soaking in your presence. Words of Affirmation: This is honestly something that he struggles with, but you'll hear him whisper that he treasures you when you are about to fall asleep.

Physical touch: In public, he'll have his hand on your thigh or waist possessively, but when it's just the two of you, he's softer. He'll brush your hair from your face. He also likes to hold your face, admiring you and wondering how he got so lucky.

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glittervame · 4 months

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Valentines day

(Happy National Single Persons Appreciation Day!)

Mattheo

Mattheo would not even make a big deal about it it seems like he forgot about it altogether

In the days leading up to it he continues like normal while everyone else is rushing around the castle, girls worrying about their makeup and outfits, boys worrying about their tuxes and gifts

You, hinting at wanting him to ask you to be his Valentine are extremely frustrated

Subtly dropping hints in class saying really obvious things like, “Man I saw this really pretty necklace with hearts on it down in Hogsmead, I wish I got it”

Comments like this seemingly blowing over his head as he just nods along to whatever you’re saying

When asked what he’s doing for Valentine's Day he shrugs and brushes it off, not giving it another thought

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

On said day he sits down next to you at breakfast, kisses you on the cheek, wishes you a happy valentines Day, and starts to eat the heart-shaped pancakes in front of him

Sometime during the morning after breakfast, he sends you a gift, The box containing the pretty necklace you had asked for

Throughout the day you’ll find little love notes in your bags and books, your favorite pieces of candy attached

The last note says ‘Diners at six’

You kind of wanted to go to the dance but dinner sounds better anyway

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Dinner’s lovely, it’s a nice fancy restaurant, the lights are dimmed and classy music plays in the background

Fancy champagne is poured and those annoyingly tiny little servings of food are served

You guys chat about your lives and the different kinds of gossip from different houses

When you leave and admit you’re still hungry he takes you to another food place to get you fed

“Anything you want Mi querida”

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

When you get back he brings you back to a room all decorated in pink and red, candles lining all of the solid surfaces in the room

Strips you down off all your clothes and ties you up in pretty red ribbons

Mattheo focused entirely on you, spending at least an hour between your legs (Mostly for his pleasure because he loves the way you taste) making you squirm and beg him to stop

He only stops when he slips his fingers between your legs real nice and slow, kissing light feathery kisses along your shoulders and forehead

With tears rolling down your face he pulls his fingers away and licks them up

“You taste good pretty girl”

Theodore

Theo sends little gifts and love notes all week, he constantly makes sure that there is a smile on your face no matter what

He’s the type to get creative about it, from the bracelet that you had looked at a little too long in a fancy little box sitting next to your pillow when you woke up, to the book that you had commented on saving up for a couple of months ago somehow finding its way into your bag during lunch

On the way to your classes, he holds your hand extra tight as if you’d disappear if he lost contact

During the week he takes you on mini dates, To the new cat cafe that popped up in Hogs Mead, together in the three broomsticks sipping on hot chocolate, even setting up a movie night in his dorm; taking snacks from the school’s kitchen

“Anything for you bella”

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

On Valentine's Day, you wake up to find a pretty new bracelet next to a ring that matches the dress you’re going to wear

In a cheery mood, you make your way to the great hall which is decorated in red tencel and floating red hearts instead of the regularly floating candles

Sitting next to your friends you chat about their valentines Day plans, theo comes up to you with your favorite chocolate arranged in a heart and gives it to you with a small smile

With a kiss on your lips, he’s wishing you a happy valentines Day before going and meeting up with his friends

Your friends squeal about how cute that was and how they wish their own boyfriends were as sweet as Theo or how they wish they had a Theo themselves. He’s one of a kind tho so too bad for them :(

“Have a good day love”

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

That evening he greats you with a big bouquet of glitter roses in your favorite color with a few gift cards to your favorite places attached to them (He likes to keep up with the trends)

He takes you on a stroll through an extravagant garden holding onto your hand the whole time excitingly telling you which ones can be found in Italy and how they grow

After the garden stroll, he brings you to a cafe that’s a little bit classier but it has cute little cats running around. You guys have genuine conversations, you talk about how you want to travel to different places over the summer and he suggests that you go to Italy with him for a couple of weeks.

Overall it was a pretty great having

“Are you having a good time?”

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

He holds you in a tight hug on the way back to his dorm protecting you from Hogwarts' wacky-ass school weather, you’re chatting and giggling about some stupid thing that you guys saw on the way

When you do get into the castle he takes you to the kitchen to get more hot cocoa and a few snacks before dragging you back to his dorm

He’s set up a small fort in his bed and a movie screen that's cast onto a wall making the screen bigger, one last gift for you sitting on it; a lobster squishmallow with a small crown sitting on top of it’s head.

You guys watched movies ranging from The Princess Bride to The Incredibles; laying tangled in each other, you stayed like that for the rest of the night until you fell asleep

All of you guys are my valentines <3

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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We Got That Love, The Crazy Kind

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2153

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, mild language, torture, blood…

Prompt: Mattheo is awkward about showing affection to you in public, so you both are in a bit of an argument. However, Lavendar has a crush on Mattheo and you’ve had enough. Oliver decides to flirt with you and Mattheo wasn’t having it.

*Y/N’s POV*

“How long are you and Mattheo going to keep up this silent treatment?” Pansy asks, the both of us walking towards the courtyard.

“Until he can start treating me like I’m his girlfriend. I’m tired of the way he treats me in public. It’s like…he’s embarrassed of me.” I say, shaking my head upset.

I saw that he was sitting by a tree with Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy, and Theodore Nott. Our friends, however since this whole argument with Mattheo and I started, I’ve been sitting elsewhere with Pansy.

She didn’t have to sit with me, but she was a good friend even though I knew how close she was with the guys. Not to mention, Draco is her boyfriend. Yet, she decides to sit with me so I won’t be alone.

“I heard he broke up with her.” I hear.

“Yeah. They did. Because he couldn’t get enough of me. Mattheo…he’s good.” Lavender says.

“Whatever you do, and whatever your thinking, don’t do it.” Pansy pleads, but I stand as she curses.

I start walking towards the table she sat at with her friends as Pansy started to speed walk towards the tree where the guys were. I grabbed Lavendar by her hair and she cries out in pain. I drag her off the bench and let her fall to the ground. I wait until she stands up, glaring at me. I lunge at her, pinning her to the wall as I punch her repeatedly.

All I saw was red.

I’ve heard girls talk about Mattheo, but typically they stop when they see the glare I give them. Lavender doesn’t know when to stop.

“I don’t know what your obsession with my boyfriend is, but I’ve had it.” I snap breathlessly between punches.

“Ms. Y/L/N, enough.” Umbridge warns.

I ignore her when I see her pull her wand out. She points it at me.

“Petrificus Totalus!” She shouts, but I pulled my wand free, pointing it in the direction of her and shout, “Protego!”

She gasps, seeming shocked I would fight a spell. I let Lavendar fall to the ground as her friends rush towards her. I look at Umbridge who looked red in the face and was ready to fire another spell off at me.

“Expelliarmus!” I shout.

Her wand goes flying away from her and I storm out of the courtyard, heading towards the Slytherin dorms. I get to mine, slamming the door shut and locking it before going to my bathroom. I close the door, locking it as I look at myself in the mirror.

What have I done?

I’m suppose to mad at him, yet I can’t ignore what Lavendar says…he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t be with someone else…right? No…that’s…that’s not my Mattheo.

Who said he was still your Mattheo?

I shake my head, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. I turn the water on and watch the water turn a red-pink color as it washes away Lavendar’s and I’s blood. I grab my wand, pointing at one hand.

“Episkey.” I whisper.

I watch the hand heal before I grab my wand and point it at my other hand, doing the same. I look at myself in the mirror. Who have I become?

I was forced to stand at the front of the class and receive my punishment from Umbridge. She grabs her chair and makes me sit.

“You’ll be punished for the fight you started and then you’ll be punished for ignoring orders from a Professor.” She says.

She gave me a notepad and a quill. I was very aware of what this meant.

“How many lines?” I ask.

“I’ll let you know when it’s finished. I want you to write, “I will not disobey orders”, understood?” She asks.

“Understood.” I say shortly.

I clench my jaw, starting to write my lines as if it didn’t bother me. I ignored the stinging at the back of my eyes and focused on the quill in hand as she taught away. I take in a slow deep breath before letting it out. Blood dripped down my hand and was dripping to the floor. My hands shook slightly, but I continued to do as asked.

“Alright. Good. It’s been half the class. How’s your hand?” She asks.

“Peachy.” I say bluntly, looking up at her with a blank stare.

“Is this you talking back?” She asks.

“You’d know if I was talking back. What next?” I ask.

“I don’t think your punishment is working,” she says as she pulls her wand out, “imperio.”

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

“Take the quill, write on your arm. Write mudblood. Until I say stop.” She says.

“You can’t do this!” Mattheo snaps.

“It’s against the rules.” Harry adds, looking quite frightened.

I grimace as I bring the quill to my arm and it digs into it as I write the saying I’ve heard all across my life. I close my eyes, my hand moving and continuously writing “mudblood” into my arm, going deeper each time.

“Mr. Riddle, Mr. Potter, enough. I can punish my students how I like. Maybe this will teach her a lesson.” She says, before going back to teaching.

I opened my eyes, looking at the word that was carved into my arm. A word that haunts me far too much. Maybe that’s why Mattheo is so embarrassed of me. I’m a mudblood. That is who I will always be.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N, you can stop.” She says and I felt a weight lifted off me.

I throw the quill and pad of paper in her direction as I stand, walking out of the room as I ignore her calls. I get to the Slytherin dorms and Snape stops me.

“It’ll scar, but let me heal it.” He says.

“It’s fine.” I mutter.

He grabs my arm with a sigh, using his wand to heal it. I nod before walking away towards my dorm where I close the door and lock it.

I pull my shirt off and pull on a long-sleeve, wanting to hide that horrid word before I lay on my bed. I hear a knock on my door, but I ignore it.

“It’s me.” Pansy says.

I stay quiet, staring at the wall. She sighs, knocking again.

“Let me in. Let us in. We want to make sure your okay. That wasn’t okay of Umbridge to do. That was…torture.” She says.

“I’m okay. I want to be alone, so leave me alone.” I say calmly, fighting my turmoil of emotions.

I couldn’t avoid them forever. I avoided them for a good two weeks, by holing myself up in my dorm. Snape brought me my work, but he said I had to return to my classes today.

I was dressed in a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I never wore long-sleeves, but I couldn’t get that horrid word off my arm.

I put my hair up in a messy bun, looking at myself in the mirror blankly. I’ve gotten paler over the past two weeks which could be from not eating like I normally should. I had bags under my eyes and my eyes in general just looked tired.

I grab my bag and wand before I began to head towards Umbridge’s class. I walk in and she looks at me surprised.

“And I thought you left Hogwarts.” She mocks.

“And I wish someone Avada Kedavra’d you. Yet, your still here.” I say tiredly, going to my empty seat at the back of the class.

“Do we need to repeat your punishment?” She asks.

“Go on with teaching. Your punishment did nothing the first time and I doubt it would do anything this time.” I snap.

“And detention, Potter. I said, Cedric’s death was a tragic accident.” She says, turning her focus on him.

“Like your birth?” I ask annoyed.

“Y/n, enough.” Mattheo’s whispers harshly.

“Y/L/N, leave my classroom now. I’ve had enough.” She says calmly.

“Gladly.” I say, standing to gather my stuff as she starts to lecture me.

“Umbitch. Lecturing me, and shouting at me, and telling me to hurry up isn’t going to get me to move faster. You should’ve been killed months ago cause you are such a pain in the ass. How did you end up here? Honestly because you are pretty fucked up,” I say, laughing before looking at her, “and you don’t own me.”

I walk out of the room as Draco whistles.

“Damn.” Mattheo mutters.

I was in the courtyard working on my studies as everyone else finally filed out. I was sitting at the table Pansy and I had been occupying before I holed myself up in my room. Pansy and the guys join us.

“Hey, how are you?” Pansy asks softly.

“I don’t need pity and treated like I’m so broken glass doll.” I say, flipping the page of my textbook.

“We are your friends. We care about you.” She says.

“Well care less.” I say annoyed.

“Snape said it scarred.” She says.

“And if it did?” I ask.

“I know how much you hate that word. Your a powerful witch though. Better than Granger. Let me see it.” She says.

“Y/N.” Oliver says.

“Yes, Oliver?” I ask, looking up.

“Can we talk…alone?” He asks.

My eyebrows furrow, but I nod slowly. I follow him towards a tree that wasn’t occupied, away from everyone. My eyes flicker to my table to see that they kept glancing over and Mattheo was watching intently. I didn’t miss the look of jealously.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He asks.

“Your pathetic, Oliver! You called me over here, to ask me out when you know I have boyfriend!” I exclaim, glaring at him.

“He doesn’t have to know. And he acts like you both aren’t together anyway. I can treat you better.” He says.

“In your wildest dreams, Wood. Get away.” I snap, going to walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

I pull my arm free, backing myself up against a tree as he steps forward. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face that must’ve fallen out from the bun.

“It’s always been you, Y/L/N. Mattheo doesn’t have to know about this. You and I…we’d be a better couple. I could treat you better.” He says.

“You’re a real piece of work, Wood. I love Mattheo, even if he doesn’t show his feelings towards me in public, I love him. Nothing will happen between you and me. Now, let me go.” I snap.

*Mattheo’s POV*

“I think Oliver is flirting with her.” Draco says.

I watch her and could tell she was uncomfortable. She seems upset after whatever he says and was glaring at him. She goes to walk past him, but he grabs her arm and I clench my jaw.

“Don’t do it man.” Theo warns.

“Ah shit. He’s backed her up against the tree and is going in for a kiss.” Lorenzo says.

I get up, storming towards the two of them and I push Oliver down to the ground as Pansy pulls Y/N into a hug.

“Okay, motherfucker now you got my attention.” I say, grinning as I start throwing punches at him.

“Not again.” Lorenzo sighs.

“Mattheo! Come on man! Stop! Umbridge will flip!” Draco snaps.

He and Lorenzo were trying to pull me off of Oliver, but all I saw was red. He touched her and he knew she is mine.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again! She’s mine, Wood! Next time I’ll kill you!” I snap.

“Mattheo…please.” She whispers.

I freeze, before looking over my shoulder to see that Pansy and Theodore were holding her back from coming to me. I’ll thank them for that later. Oliver hits me, and I turn back to him and hit him again before getting up.

I walk to her, pulling her towards me. She looks up at me with watery eyes. I lose a hand in her hair, messing up the bun. I pull her closer to me as I lean down and kiss her roughly.

Her hands rest on my chest as she kisses me back. I pull away, resting my head against her forehead as I look into her gorgeous (your eye color) eyes.

“I love you.” She says softly.

“Your mine.” I snap.

“I’m yours.” She says, smiling slightly.

I pull away before throwing her over my shoulder. She gasps, hitting my back as she snaps at me to put her down.

“Not happening. I’ll put you down when we get to my dorm.” I say and her cheeks flush as Draco “ooohs”.

“Mattheo!” She exclaims embarrassed.

“They got that love.” Lorenzo chuckles.

“Yeah, the crazy kind.” Pansy teases.

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evangelinesecondacc · 20 days

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Love

Mattheo Riddle x Y/N

Part 1

First year, 12 years old

Love, love, love.

It truly is beautiful.

It starts early in the first years of life.

It starts in the childhood.

All children are being loved by their parents, they are being loved and cared, that’s what makes a childhood special and remarkable.

At least that’s what most of them say.

But what if a person has never felt love or affection in any kind of way?

What if they are twelve years old, on the train to their first year in Hogwarts, glad they are escaping their family.

The family that brought them nothing but pure pain and fear, scarring them for the rest of their life.

That will be all over. No more sleepless nights, no more nightmares, no more muffling their cries in their pillow, no more being terrorized by their family. It’s all over, for now.

But now they truly are all alone.

“Is that seat taken?”, a little girl points at the seat across the boy, who’s sitting next to the window drowned in his thoughts.

Her hair is braided with a little pink bow at the end.

“Hello?”, she asks him again, confused of why he seems so distant and perplex.

“No, you can take it.”, the boy quickly says, slightly embarrassed of himself that it took him so long to reply.

“I am Y/N, Y/L/N”, the little girl says, now sitting across him and holding out her hand.

“Mattheo Riddle”, the boy says and weirdly shakes her hand as he carefully waits for a reaction, but nothing happens.

Her face doesn’t go pale, her eyes don’t widen in fear, she simply smiles at him

“Nice to meet you Mattheo Riddle”

The boy is confused. Why is it nice to meet him? Does he have to say it back? Why is she still sitting here?

“What’s wrong? Are you scared of train rides? Don’t worry, I am with you, you don’t have to be scared, you are not alone.”

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“Yeah, and I heard that he is Italien.”

“Italien?”, Mattheo asks.

The group of Mattheo, Y/N, Pansy, Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo are sitting together in the dining hall.

“Why would he join us in the middle of the year? Is that even allowed?”, the boy asks, Blaise in furrowing his eyebrows in mutual confusion.

“Well I don’t know, that’s all I heard, but apparently they can make an exception if the student has the basic knowledge of magic.”, Pansy says, Y/N nodding at her response.

Dumbledore catches the halls attention by clapping his hands.

“Students, students. I am sure you have heard about the new coming student from Italy, he will be joining us, please welcome Theodore Nott.”

It’s uncomfortably silent in the hall as the brown haired boy enters the room.

Dumbledore quickly continues.

“Because he has not been sorted into a house we will quickly let him get sorted now.”,

He sits down on the chair while the hat is put on his head.

“He is cute.”, Pansy whispers in Y/Ns ear, and both the girls start giggling.

“SLYTHERIN”, the hat yells and the slytherin table irrupts into cheering and clapping.

You can definitely tell that the boy is not having the time of his life, he seems more stoic and distant, just like the way Mattheo seemed the first Y/N saw him.

She would never be scared of him because of a stupid last name. She encountered many people being horrified of Mattheo even though he is just a boy. Just a boy with a stupid last name. She genuinely didn’t understand how people could be so cruel towards him, it seemed like only his friends were truly accepting him.

Y/N waves at the boy and signals him to sit next to her. So does the boy and thanks her with a nod.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”, Draco jokes and Pansy immediately smacks the back of his head.

“Are you stupid, he can’t speak English dummy”, she says in an angry voice.

The group can’t help but laugh and so does Theodore.

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2. Year, 13 year old

The cold winter air is making the students cheeks and noses blush. Hogwarts is covered in snow, making it look straight out of a fairytale.

“Y/N”, Mattheo yells at her from behind her back.

“What is it?”, she asks and turns around as she suddenly gets hit by a snowball in the face.

Mattheos giggles hang in the air as he starts to run away from her.

“WAIT TILL I GET YOU”, she laughs and runs after him with a snowball in her hand.

The two children run and giggle while snowballs are being thrown at each other.

“STOP RUNNING SO FAST YOU WILL SLI-“, before she can finish her sentence Mattheo is lying on the ground face first.

Her face drops as she sees him and quickly but carefully walks over to him.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”, she asks while panicking.

The little girl quickly helps him up to his feet and gasps, his nose is bleeding but doesn’t seem broken.

“Fucks sake”, the boy cusses under his breath and touches his bloody nose.

Y/N gives him a tissue to stop the bleeding.

“Let’s go to the medical wing”, she says and takes him by the hand to lead him.

“How did you even manage to get that?”, the nurse asks him while she cleans his wound with alcohol. Mattheo hisses in pain and Y/N can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“He slipped on the ice and fell”, she says with a smirk on her face.

“HaHa”, the boy says monotone and glares at her playfully.

“You should not run on the ice, didn’t your parents taught you that?”, the nurse says in a harsh tone.

The little boys face drops.

No, his parents didn’t taught him that.

Y/N feels a sting in her heart, knowing what Mattheo is thinking.

When the nurse is done bandaging him, they walk back to the Slytherin common room in silence.

“Imma go get to sleep, good night Y/N”, Mattheo says.

“Good night.”, she says and is about to leave to, but something inside stops her.

“Mattheo”, she says and turns around, Mattheo stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn to face her.

“I am sorry.”

“Goodnight Y/N”, he repeats and leaves.

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“-the most powerful potion in the world, it’s rumored to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“Exactly, thank you miss Granger.”, the professor says.

“This potion will be important for your final grade this year, I will pair you into groups and you will have two hours to write me a report of what you smell, what you see and what happens while brewing the potion.”

“Draco and Hermoini, Theodore and Pansy, Blaise and Astoria, Harry and Cho, Ron and…”

After the professor is done pairing the groups everyone is allowed to leave the room and look for books or recipes.

Mattheo and Y/N walk to the library and search for an instruction sheet for brewing Armortentia.

“Ah here it is”, Mattheo says and tries to reach the book at the top shelf, but he can’t manage to grab the book.

“Wait, let me try”, Y/N says and jumps up to grab the book but also fails.

“Get on my shoulders”, Mattheo says and pats his shoulders to signal her to jump on him.

He kneels down and Y/N gets on his shoulders and Mattheo balances himself up again.

“Don’t move so much”, he says as Y/N grabs the book.

“Shut up”, she says, and lets the book accidentally drop on his head.

“Ouch”, he says monotone and Y/N giggles.

“Let’s do this”, the girl says and jumps off his shoulders. They quickly walk back to the classroom to brew the potion.

“You have all the ingredients?”, she asks him and he nods.

“Okay, now we have to note what happens while it brews…”, she mumbles as she looks closely at the potion.

They watch as the mixture starts to bubble and turn into a reddish colour.

“It… changes… colours..”, they both mumble while they write it down.

“Okay, so what do you smell?”, she asks and holds the potion under his nose.

Mattheo sniffs on it but furrows his brows.

“I smell nothing?”, the boy says, the only thing that hangs in the air is the smell of Y/Ns perfume?

“Huh, that’s weird”, she says as she tries to smell it too.

The only thing that she smells is what she smelled before, paper and Mattheos shampoo.

“Perhaps we forgot an ingredient?”

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3.year, 14 years old

“WHERE IS HE?”, Y/N asks Pansy panicked.

“They are in the common room”, Pansy says with panic in her eyes.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate and starts to run towards the Slytherin common room, from where you can hear yells and punches.

“MATTHEO, MATTHEO STOP”, she yells as she pushes herself through the crowd of students, that have circled the fight between Mattheo and Theodore.

“MATTHEO STOP IT”, she yells again as she tries to drag him away from Theodore who is lying on the floor with a bloody nose and mouth.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD”, he yells at Theodore, who just punched him back in the face.

“GUYS STOP YOU ARE FRIENDS!”, Y/N yells hopelessly.

Y/N tries to stop them both and pulls Theodore by his shirt, when suddenly Mattheos fist collides with Y/Ns jaw.

The students gasp and everyone freezes for a moment.

The ringing sound in Y/Ns head is unbearable and she drops to her knees, holding her jaw in shock.

Pansy quickly runs towards Y/N and crouches down.

Tears well in her eyes and the lump in her throat makes her feel like suffocating.

Pansy help Y/N up and they quickly walk away.

“Fuck Y/N i didn’t meant to, I-“, Mattheo stutteres shocked of himself.

“Don’t”, Pansy mumbles as she pushes through the crowd and runs to her dorm room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”, Theodore yells at Mattheo but he doesn’t react only one thought is going through his mind right now.

He fucked up.

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“You can’t ignore him forever Y/N”, Pansy and Y/N are having a sleepover in Y/Ns dorm, like every other night.

“He really upset me”, Y/N mumbles and continues to braid Pansy’s hair.

“It’s been three weeks Y/N, didn’t he apologize to you?”

“No, he isn’t even looking at my direction”

“Asshole”, Pansy mumbles.

“Why did he and Theodore even fight? I thought they were best friends?”, Y/N asks Pansy now more angry than sad.

“Apparently he was freaking out and Mattheo tried to calm him down, he then said something about you, don’t know what tho, that made Mattheo really angry and after that the whole situation escalated, but that’s just what I heard.

I am pretty sure that he was still in shock, he usually is really sweet and kind, I don’t know, poor thing was probably in denial.”, she shrugs.

Y/Ns heart drops.

“But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he hit me and didn’t even apologize, now I have this nasty bruise and am angry at him.”, she mutteres.

“How is Theo doing anyway?”, Y/N asks, now feeling bad for Theodore.

“He won’t eat or talk, I had to force him to eat something, Lorenzo stays with him the whole time, he is scared that he might hurt himself, you know?”

“Is he still doing it?”

“Well he was clean for like three months, but right now he isn’t the most stable and might try to cope with it like that, I really hope he doesn’t though..”, Pansy says with a sad face.

“You love him, don’t you?”, Y/N say with a sad smile on her face.

Pansy nods. “I do, yeah..”

“And what about Mattheo? Are they talking again?”, Y/N asks.

“Not really, it’s really tense between them, I think they both just need time right now-“

Suddenly Blaise is rushing into the dorm.

“What the fuck Blaise?”, Pansy curses but immediately gets quiet as she sees Blaise’s face.

Something happened. Y/Ns face drops.

“Guys, something is wrong with Mattheo, he is completely panicking, I don’t know what’s happening, please help.”, Blaise says completely out of breath.

Y/N quickly stands up and puts on her shoes.

“Where is he?”, she asks as she pulls over a hoodie.

“In his dorm, he doesn’t want to see me, I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s fine, you stay here, I know what’s happening.”, she says and grabs her keys before she quickly runs out of the girl’s dormitory hall, and runs up the stairs towards Mattheos dorm.

She tries to open the door but it’s locked.

Luckily she has a second key for his dorm, for exactly this kind of reason.

She quietly gets in and closes the door behind her.

His dorm room is dimmed and all messy.

Shaky and short breaths are filling the room.

Shit.

“Matt?”, the breaths stop for a moment.

“Go away Y/N…please.”, Mattheo says with a broken voice.

“It’s okay”, she says in a shushing tone and turns on the light, on his nightstand.

Now that she can see clear, the room looks messier than before, his book are all lying all over the floor, his mirror is broken and has bloodstains over it, and all of his sketches are either ripped or all scrunched up, on the floor.

She crouches down and picks up a sketch that catches her eye.

It’s a sketch of her, but it’s the only that isn’t ripped or scrunched, it just lays there.

Y/N walks towards the other side of his bed and sees him sitting on the floor, his back leaning on the wall and his head between his knees.

She says nothing and sits down on the floor next to him.

“please, you need to leave…”, he mumbles.

“Why?”, she asks him quietly.

He gulps and breathes in hardly.

“You feel are hyperventilating, the lump in your throat makes you feel like you are going to see god. Your hands are trembling and your knees feel like they no longer exist. You feel weak, and scared.”, Y/N states, she takes his bloody hand and starts to draw stars on it with her fingertip.

Y/N knows exactly what to do and how to talk to him, since these panic attacks happen every now and then.

“But you are not suffocating, actually, you are perfectly fine, your throat is just a little bit sore and you won’t see god yet. Your hands stop shaking so much and your knees are fine.

You may feel like loosing your mind…, but that all is just in here,”, she says and taps on his head.

He looks up, bloodshot eyes meeting hers.

“Why were you ignoring me?”, she now quietly asks.

“I am scared of myself.”, he says, his voice is raw and hurt.

“I am seeing him in my reflection Y/N, the way he hit me, my mother, at the end of the day I am his son, I have his blood in my veins…,Theodore was right.”, he says so vulnerable and broken that Y/N needs to take a deep breath.

“Whatever Theodore said, he was out of his mind, his mother died, he probably didn’t meant to say that.”

“But he is right Y/N, he is right, I have his fucking blood in my body, I am just like him.”

“Don’t say that! You are nothing, and absolutely nothing like him! Do you understand?! You are the most gentle and most kind person I’ve ever met in my entire life, you are anything but like your father.”, she says and cups his cheeks and looks him in the eyes.

“The only thing you share is one last name.”, she whispers.

“Does it hurt?”, he asks her and points at her bruises jaw. She shakes her head no.

His eyes well with tears and Y/N immediately goes to hug him.

“I am so, so sorry, I am so sorry, i didn’t meant to hit you, you were suddenly right in front of me, and I- I couldn’t look at you, I feel like I am putting you in danger, I-“, he cries into her hair.

“Mattheo, the only danger here is your mind, nothing else. I am more safe with you, than with everyone else.”

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4.year, 15 years old

“Don’t move”, Y/N mumbles at Mattheo who is lying on her lap as she tries to draw him the perfect eyeliner.

“So, first side is ready, now the left eye.”, she says as she holds him up a mirror, for him to look at her masterpiece.

“I don’t understand why you girls do all this stuff, I think it would make me crazy”, he huffs as she tries to draw him the second eyeliner.

Y/N giggles. “First of all, it’s actually really fun and second of all the boys don’t find me pretty without makeup, so I have no other choice.”

“Of course you have, if you really love someone, you also love them without any makeup and accept their flaws.”, Mattheo states.

Y/N stops in her tracks.

“I don’t say you have any flaws, that’s not what I am saying, it’s just in general, you know?”, he says quickly, scared that he might have hurt her feelings.

Y/N giggles.

“Shut up idiot.”

“What? It’s just facts and-“,he gets cut off by Y/N.

“No, like actually shut up, I need to line your lips.”, she laughs and holds his face in place by grabbing his chin with one hand and lining his lips with the other one.

“I see your point, but that would mean for me to wait hundreds of years until someone would truly love me, you know? And it’s also really fun to get compliments from other people, it’s like some kind of approval, I don’t know.”, she mumbles as she looks for something in her makeup bag.

“What do you want to prove yourself?”, Mattheo asks confused and lifts his head.

“You know.., that I am pretty..”, she mumbles.

“WHOA wait-“, Mattheo says and quickly sits up, his face hardens and his eyes seem frustrated.

“Why do you think that you are not pretty? Did someone told you that? Who told you that? Tell me their name and I will make them regret, I swear to god if-“,

“My brain, my brain is telling me that, and I can’t help but listen to it sometimes..”, she interrupts.

Mattheos eyes soften immediately.

“Why would you think that?”

She takes a deep breath and avoids his gaze.

“I don’t know, just do..”, she mumbles.

Mattheo softly grabs her by the chin and makes her look at him.

“You are beautiful Y/N, and tell your brain to shut the fuck up, it’s lying.”, he says with a little smile on his lips.

“Thank you Mattheo.”, she says and smiles at him.

“Now lay back down I found what I was looking for..”, she says and holds up a lash curler.

“Nuh uh”, he says and shakes his head in fear and makes a grimace.

“Yuh uh, there’s nothing to be scared of, look just like this..”, Y/N says and shows him how to use it.

His eyes only widen.

“Ain’t no way that thing is touching my face!”, he says and quickly stands up to run out of her dorm room.

“MATTHEO COME BACK HERE-“

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WC:3236

AN:

So yuh, that’s just the prototype so it’s really not that good and short, but please remember that English is not my first language so correct me if I make mistakes

There will be a second part, but I don’t know when I will post it

(Spoiler?) I also wanted to say that the second part will contain many trigger warnings because I became many requests and I try to build them in, so there will be mentions of abuse, ED, SH and SA. I am not romanticizing that shit, js so u know, I js build them in because of their lore and what I think would be realistic.

There also will be some romantic stuff between them, the first part was pretty dry and more canon? Idk.

And please don’t forgive me bc I have no clue with the timelines so I will probably not follow them, I also have no clue about when or how Theos mom died.

Xoxo Eva❤️

#benjamin wadsworth #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo zurzolo #slytherin #theodore nott #free palestine #free gaza #free rafah #all eyes on rafah #mattheo riddle #x y/n #x reader #x yn #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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manicplank · 2 months

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The Color Pink (Part 15)

Aaaaa sorry this took so long. This piece has been written for a while so I decided to post it since I've been too busy to write more. Sorry if it sucks.

Theodore awoke in the morning to see that his room was spotless. All the laundry was put away, and his army of half empty water bottles was gone. He tried to sit up, but it was too painful. He never picked up his painkillers from the pharmacy, so he had no means of relief. He groaned as his shoulder throbbed. Hazel appeared in the doorway almost instantly. “Theo,” she spoke calmly even though she was very worried. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he mumbled. “I can’t get up. It hurts too much.”

“Oh, okay, um…” She walked over to him in a hurry. She took the pillows out from underneath his right side. He winced in pain. “Sorry!” She was a little unsure of what to do. She went over to his other side and placed her hands underneath his neck and back. She slowly pulled up, but this only rolled him over. He cried out in pain again. She began to stress. She went to the foot of the bed. “Give me your hand.” She reached out and grabbed his left hand. “I’m gonna pull you up, and you’re gonna try and sit up at the same time, okay?”

“Mhm…”

“Okay, on three. One… Two… Three!” She strained as she pulled him up. He winced again, but he was sitting upward, so their mission was accomplished. She went over to him and held his face. “You okay?”

“No. I’m in pain.”

“Um… Okay, uh… I don’t know what to do.”

“They sent a script for painkillers over to the pharmacy. They should be ready by now. We need to go pick them up.”

“Oh, right! Good idea. Do you need help getting dressed?”

“No. I’ll just go like this.” He was dressed in sweatpants and an NTV t-shirt.

Hazel put her hands on her hips. “Really? Just like that?”

“Dude, I’m in too much pain to give a shit right now. I’m not walking down a red carpet. I was gonna send you to get them, anyways.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. I was gonna wait here… Is that okay?”

“Isn’t your wallet still on set?”

“Shit, that’s right. Fuck, okay, um…” He sighed, “Ugh, I guess I’ll have to go with.”

“Plus, I need to pack a bag with some clothes. I’m going to stay here for a couple days to help you out.”

“Hazel, you don’t have to-”

She repeated herself in a firmer, more assertive tone, “I am going to stay here for a couple of days to help you out.”

He huffed. “Fine.”

“You don’t have to pity me, Theodore. I’m helping you because you need it. I’m helping you because I want to.” She went up to him and gently cupped his face in her hands. “Okay?”

He smiled. “Okay.”

She gave him a gentle peck on the lips. “You sure you don’t want to put any better pants on?”

“I’m sure. I’m comfortable.”

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “whatever you say.” She stuck her hand out. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

As she helped him to his feet, there was a knock at the door. He sighed, “Stay here, I’ll get it.” He dragged his feet as he walked. The entire right side of his body was stiff and sore. An ache radiated through his body with each step. The door knocked again. “SHUT UP!” He screamed in frustration as he walked up to the door. He opened it up; it was Dougie.

Theodore inhaled deeply and huffed with frustration. “What do you want?”

“Hi, boss. I have your keys and your wallet.” Dougie handed them to him.

“Oh… Cool… Thanks…”

“The set manager wants you to call him.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “What does he want?”

“He wants to know how you’re doing. We all do.”

“I’m in pain. Shout it through a megaphone and make sure everybody hears.”

“Yeah, but-”

Theo slammed the door in Dougie’s face. Hazel had come down the stairs to see that Noise had his wallet and keys in hand.

“Who was that?” She asked.

“It was Dougie. He dropped off my stuff.”

“Oh, okay, good. That’s one less stop we have to make.”

“Yep. Let’s go, I’m in a lot of pain and I want to go back to bed.”

Theo waddled behind Hazel as they headed out.

After everything was said and done, Theodore was completely exhausted. He had dozed off on the way back. He picked his head up once the car stopped. Hazel helped him up and out of his seat. She grabbed his hips from behind and guided him to the door.

“I’m not drunk,” he said, “you don’t have to lead me.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to baby me.”

“Shush. Let’s just get you inside so you can take a painkiller and go to bed. You need all the rest you can get.”

Theodore rolled his eyes and walked up to the door. Hazel unlocked and opened it for him. He dragged his feet as he walked in, holding the door for her to walk in behind him. He plopped onto the couch and kicked his legs up. His body was too tired to move anymore. Hazel hurriedly grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and gave him the painkiller. He swallowed it without hesitation. She twiddled her fingers together as he laid his head down.

“Do you want me to take you up to your room?” She asked.

“Mmph,” he mumbled. “No. I’ll stay down here. That way if I need anything, I can just get it myself. I won’t have to go up and down the stairs a million times.”

“Hmm… Oh! Hold on, stay here.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere anyways.”

She rushed up to his room and grabbed a pillow as well as his fuzzy pink “blankie”. She came back down to see him already dozing off. “Here,” she tucked the pillow under his head and spread the blanket across him. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and he smiled. “Will you be okay if I leave?”

“You’re leaving?” He whined.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but I have to go home eventually.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m just teasing you.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll be back. I have to pack some clothes and such.”

“Okay.”

“Call me if you need me, okay?”

“Okay.”

She cuffed his cheek and pecked him on the lips as goodbye.

She had to go through The Slum as she headed home. While she did, she was stopped by someone calling to her. She turned around to see The Vigilante running up to her as fast as possible. He looked incredibly disheveled as if he had seen the devil. “Hazel,” he shouted in a huff. “Hazel, you’re alive!” He stopped hard enough to leave skid marks from his boots. He huffed and puffed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh, hi Vigi,” she greeted.

“Where…” He sighed. “Where have you been?! Is everything okay?!”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I haven’t seen you in a couple days, and your cafe has been closed. I was worried sick!”

“Sorry. I should’ve left a note on the door or something. I ended up closing early once I was done with the NTV order the other day. Something came up.”

“What happened?”

“Well, um… I don’t think it’s any of your business, but… The Noise got injured at work. He needs some help taking care of himself.”

The Vigilante rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure, big celebrity man can’t take care of himself.”

“No, seriously! His shoulder is all messed up. It’s his right shoulder, and he’s right handed. He can’t do much.”

The Vigilante still looked doubtful. “Well,” he sighed disgruntledly. “I suppose your cafe will be closed for a while…”

“Hm… I never thought about that. That’s going to be an issue… I’m already a little behind on my rent.”

“Yeah, well, you know how Pizzaface is about money.”

Her shoulders tensed up as she imagined the giant floating pizza being angry at her. He was quite intimidating naturally. She didn’t want to know what he was like when he was angry. Closing the cafe to take care of The Noise was going to cost her in the long run, but he had no one else to depend on. She chewed on the tips of her fingers nervously. How was she going to make this work? She was worried about Theodore, but she was also worried about losing her career. Regardless, she wanted to take care of him. The Vigilante was snapping in her face as she came to.

“Hazel? You okay?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment.” She chuckled nervously.

“You look like a deer in headlights.”

“I’m fine. I have to go.” She turned around and rushed off.

“Hazel, wait-” The Vigilante tried to catch her attention again, but she was already gone.

Once she got home, she was stuck. She was torn between taking care of The Noise or taking care of her cafe. She shook her head and went into her room to start packing clothes and accessories. She figured she would take care of him for one more night as she thought about how she could work things out. She tried to keep it out of her mind. She wanted to get back to Noise as soon as possible. Knowing him, she was afraid he might do something stupid. Once she was all packed up, she hustled back over to The Noise’s. She couldn’t shake off her anxiety, and she wanted to get there as soon as possible so she could talk to him about it.

Hazel used the spare key to go through the backdoor of Theodore’s home. She walked into the living room to see him still zonked out on the couch. Those painkillers knocked him out, she thought. She slowly walked up to him and gently nudged his arm. “Theo?” He was out cold. For a moment, she feared that he was dead, even though she knew how irrational that thought was. She nudged him a little harder. His eyes slowly peeled open.

“Oh,” he muttered, “you’re back.”

“Yeah, hey, um…” She spoke frantically.

He let out a groan as he stretched then picked his head up. “Are you okay? You seem… upset.”

“Yeah. I mean, no. Well, kind of.”

He slowly sat up on his own. “Come here, sit.”

Hazel sat on the couch and twiddled with her thumbs. “So, um… I have to talk to you about something.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh… So… I gave it some thought and-”

Theodore’s heart sank. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen. He was worried she had gotten overwhelmed and was going to leave him.

“- I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to take care of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t take care of you and run the cafe at the same time.”

He shrugged. His worry suddenly faded. “Then take care of the cafe.”

“But you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Right…”

They sat in silence for a moment. Hazel felt insanely guilty.

“Hey,” Theo broke the silence, “I have an idea.”

“Hm?” Hazel looked at him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“What if, and hear me out here,” he put his free hand on her shoulder. “What if I took care of you, too?”

“What… What are you talking about?”

“What if I helped you out financially while you help me? Like, what if I paid you for taking care of me?”

“What?! Theodore, no! I’d feel so guilty!”

“Please. Let me help you.”

They made eye contact for a moment. Hazel took a deep breath. “Okay.”

Theo smiled and gave her a quick smooch. “Relax. We can make this work. Everything will be okay. Anything you need, I will take care of. Okay?”

“Okay.” Hazel’s eyes were glazed over with tears. She wasn’t expecting him to react in such a way.

“You look like you’re going to cry.”

Hazel’s lower lip quivered as she nodded.

“No,” he pulled her in for a gentle hug. He wrapped his left arm around her as tight as he could. “No tears.” He kissed her cheek as she whined and shed a few tears into his chest. She sat up and wiped her tears away with her sleeve.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m just stressed.”

“I know. It’s okay. You can stay here as long as you need to.”

“Okay. I mean, I’ll have to grab more clothes and things. I only packed enough for a couple days.”

“That’s fine. Everything’s fine, okay? Stop worrying.”

“Okay.”

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #the vigilante #pink fic

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captainmera · 9 months

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What are the fairy types??? I love IBWR and I would eat your world building if I could <3

There is three categories of peculiars: Erebus, Beast and Fae.

Fairies belong with FAE types.

Fae has, in the UK, these peculiars: Fairies, Spriggan, Nymph (Theodore would call them a Huldra or skogsrå), and Giants.

FAE: Fairy like by looks but often the most "human/regular" looking out of all peculiars. Usually it's the ears or size that gives them away. Their powers are often just seen as either what peak-human-power would be (like strength, skill, etc)

Peculiars can be from all walks of life. They can have any religion, gender, background and race. It doesn't matter.

QUICK FACTS:

Faries are, in a largely Christian society anyway, associated with the seven sins.

They are also easily spotted by their stark colour coded looks.

The shades vary a bit on the scale, there's no set colour of "Pink" for example, but if you look at them and think "ah that's pink" it's probably pink.

A fairy can get a child of any colour of the parents' eye colour. So if it's a pink fairy father, but a green-eyed regular mother, the baby could be either a pink or green fairy - or a regular!

But it's usually the eye-colour that determines it.

Or, wild card - night fairies just kind of come out of nowhere and it's a 1 out of 500 chance of that happening. They're rare.

FAIRY FLAWS:

Fairies have something called a fairy flaw, this is where the seven sins thing come in.

In folklore, fairies are said to be so small that they can only hold one feeling at the time! (like Tinkerbelle from Peter Pan). This is obviously not true! Not only are they human sized, but they feel just as any other mortal person.

The reason fairy tales say that about fairies is based on their fairy-flaw.

So what is the flaw about?

Well, every fairy has an Achilles heel feeling they just can't seem to temper or control. It's the emotion that consumes them and it is very difficult for them to get out of that feeling.

You could say that about a regular-person too, some regulars just feel a certain thing very intensely. But it makes the general public feel better to point at fairies and say they're not perfect - just look how petty they are!

Also, it is true that all fairies just.. naturally struggle with this one emotion they have. For some fairies, it can take a lifetime to find a way to work with it. But most fairies just try to avoid feeling it at all, which.. as you can imagine.. causes an endless cycle of rinse and repeat - you cannot stop yourself from feeling something. That's not how emotions work. And if you try to repress something, it will come back ten folds.

Which, then, just further feeds into the prejudice being true.

FAIRY PERKS (gift):

Fairies are naturally gifted. It can be anything; writing books, making shoes, mathematics, music, you name it.

You know how, sometimes, you meet someone and they just got IT, with seemingly no effort at all? That's fairies.

They pick something up and off they go. You spend your life honing your craft and in waltz this newbie and does in an hour what you worked your whole life for.

Everyone admires them, except the people in the shared field who feels like they've been cheated.

Fairies are almost always excluded from talent shows, being chosen as representatives, etc, because the unionised opinion is that: Albeit they are brilliant at what they do, and probably the best in the room, it's a gift and it's unfair and nobody really wants to include them.

This also means that if you hire a fairy, the standards go up. Fairies can face work environment bullying or praise, it depends on the individual space. But it's always a gamble, really, if their gift is welcomed or not.

It does give some fairies a sense of "I'm better than all of you anyway!" kind of attitude, sometimes, anyway. But it's easy to see why.

No fairy is the same, of course. Fairies often have discourse about whatever or not their perks and flaws are something to be proud of or not. Which, gets really difficult, for the purple and green fairies sometimes.

The issue here is, also, that Fairies fade if they don't get to do what they love, get to exercise their gifts. And sometimes, most of the time, they

FADING:

Fading is just a fancy word for depression. Because regulars make the rules and they don't think it counts as "real" depression, since it almost always involves their perk/gift.

Fading looks like any depression. Sometimes involving substance abuse.

The things that DOES make it a bit different though is that their colours fade. They bleak and their hair and eyes colour turns white, or at least their colour bleak so much that it turns pastel-almost-white.

A faded fairy is cause for concern as they are most likely going to commit suicide. The only cure is rehabilitation where they get encouraged to pursue their heart's desire and exercise their gift.

Sometimes, the reason they fade isn't because others has made it difficult. Sometimes it's because there's just... No space for their gift. It might be a gift that is just simply inaccessible to them. Whatever because they're in the wrong class of society, because they don't have the money to get a degree that allows them to pursue it, etc.

NIGHT FAIRIES:

These are not categorised as a fae-type, but they are fairies. They are categorised as an Erebus due to their dangerous nature.

They are almost always mellow and flat in their expression. They like being in solitude, they are - on surface anyway - to the victorian public... Seemingly evil.

They work just like any other fairy. Except, that, well.... they do not have a flaw.

And that's the only danger they pose. That's literally it. People just don't know what's up with them. And it makes people uncomfortable that they have a gift (that often exceeds even other fairies talents) without carrying the restraints of a flaw.

They just don't emote like everybody else, they're basically just autistic coded people - the autistic creature if you will.

Night fairies are deemed dangerous because, to the victorian scope of knowledge and cultural/religious reference, you don't look like that, is a fairy ontop of it with no flaw to boot, and there's not at least SOMETHING spooky going on.

Fae-type fairies, unfortunately, does not like them much. As their lack of a flaw makes them, well, there's just grounds for being resentful apparently.

The Erebus sub-culture enjoy them quite a lot though. They're the baby brother of the Erebus types.

Most Erebus, when meeting a night fairy, is going to feel for them the way they would feel for any other Erebus. Which is a look of comradery that other peculiars just don't have. And because Erebus types are pretty tightly knitted in comradery, they're aware of one another's struggles. Meaning that they are aware Night Fairies are technically the least threatening peculiar there is, but no other peculiar is going to side with them. So most Erebus types just rope in these defenceless outcasts because it's just not fair.

And Erebus knows all about it not being fair.

So yeah! Night fairies are the least dangerous or powerful peculiar, slotted in with the most powerful and dangerous of them.

it's like the bullied kid is placed amongst the jocks and the jocks are good guys actually.

The night fairies do struggle socially though. Despite their seeming disinterest, they are not heartless or unfeeling. They just struggle to emote and have a hard time with being overstimulated. Which is why they turn to their gifts to cope, leading them to often far surpass any other fairy.

Erebus types are, like, kind of aware of this and often just include them on sight. It's a thing. Most erebus are brought up with the notion that you don't mess with night fairies.

Some erebus, though, have cruel intentions and take advantage of their lack of social skill, often hiring them for their gift and misusing it.

Night fairies also, unfortunately, if they are gifted in something that involves social things - like music, and they are expected to perform in front of crowds, it can be means to cause them to fade.

Sometimes, having a gift isn't about making a buck on it. Sometimes it's simply because it's nice for your heart. And that's the essence of night fairies - they just love what they do. It's everyone else who's got a problem.

AND THAT ABOUT COVERS IT, I THINK???

I'm sure I missed something. There's some peculiar culture stuff that's a little too much to get into. And doesn't really serve much purpose other than be-riching the world I've created and alows me, the authour, to imply cultural codes and social systems in the world without having to always spell it out.

Oliver, for one, is going to be aware of these things. While Theodore is not.

#ibwr #in blood we rise #ibwr lore #ibwr world building #*chuckles* and then there's just night fairies #night fairies really just be sitting here all “????” while everything happens around them

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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I👏LOVE👏THEODORE👏SO👏FUCKING👏MUCH! Just wondering, how would he respond to the first time you sign being "I love you", like without his knowledge you've been practicing to show him that (Though he probably already saw you practicing on the cameras)

The first time you signed "I love you", you were both standing in his living room. He is confused at first, and signs "What?" And you repeat it again, this time getting an even more confusing reaction.

Theodore is frowning, lips pursed, fists all balled up as he just stares at you. You wanna say something, but you decide that you should let him respond first.

A minute passes by and you think that perhaps you signed wrong. You walk up to him and ask if you did something wrong, repeating your initial gesture again before saying the words because you know he reads lips.

"I love you."

Theodore just stares at you (still frowning) and that's when you see it- his ears and cheeks turning pink, along with his eyes getting a little glossy.

You gasp. "Aww, Theo. I'm sorry if I-" but before you could say anything, he pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you and buries his head into your neck.

You giggle as he just leads you into bed, flopping on top of you. He brings your hands to his hair, urging you to play with it. You kinda get why he reacts like this. Theodore has always been shy, and while he doesn't really show his emotions (yes, he likes to pretend he's stoic as a robot) he's anything but. Its his actions and body language that tell you how he's feeling. Like right now, he's both happy and embarrassed, but mostly the latter.

Theodore has never had anyone tell him that they love him, not even platonically. And after a while, he stopped expecting it, even thinking its just stupid to say the "three magic words".

But when you signed them to him, damn he did not expect how much he would end up liking them.

He makes you sign it to him over and over until you fall asleep. When you wake up though, he's gone.

But he left a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and a note that said "I love you too."

And now every time he makes you coffee, he makes sure to add a heart in as well💖

#yandere Theodore #my oc #Theodore my oc

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your-average-bisexaul-boy · 4 days

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Just a OCC post/important info for ocs.

So basically I decided that I’ll be playing four ocs including Theo of course so just not to get confused I’ll put them down. I will be making separate posts on the other ocs I’ll play after I finish the other three parts of meeting new demigods.

Anyways these are who I’ll be playing.

Theodore Springs (obviously because I have too much fun playing an awkward teen.): Son of Moros. He’ll talk in normal white text.

Caspin Finch (honestly the lore I have for them is going to be fun.): Child of Nyx. They’ll talk in blue text.

Eden Smith (The amount of daddy issues I’m going to give him): Son of Eros. He’ll talk in pink text.

Dean Brooks (Mommy issues that’s all I’m going to say for now): Son of Persephone. He’ll talk in green text.

That’s basically it for now. But I have lots of lore planned for them and good old trauma.

#ooc post #I can’t wait to traumatize them #pjo ocs #my ocs <3 #trauma go brrrr

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POV: you get convinced by your best friend pansy to go to the first Yule ball after party and the Slytherins are hosting…let’s just say Theo,draco, and Blaise can all play the guitar heheheh🎸🎸🎸

btw I made a playlist for this

lorenzolover is my user and the playlist is called Yule ball after party remake!

Hey guys this is my first time ever writing b4 so just feel free to leave me some feed back but I thought of this and I can’t forget about it

Also I’m writing this while listening to AM on vinyl and my mahogany apple candle is burning I mean how fitting okay whatever I need to stop okay bye

Everyone is in 6th year!!! All characters in this are either head cannons or Jk Rowlings creds to all!!

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drugs, fighting between characters , kissing

enjoy!!

“Y/N!!!!!” Pansy yells at you from the bathroom connected to your shared dorm. You walk in to see her struggling to zip her short black silk dress and her Yule ball dress on the ground in the corner. You walk over and let out a small laugh before eventually helping your friend out. “Wow pans you look breathtaking” you say before you could do anything else Pansy grabs your hands while begging you to go to the party with her. While in potions a week ago the both of you had been told by Blaise that they are throwing the first Yule ball after party. You have never been a big party person only ever going to small gatherings usually held at the black lake. I mean what can you say you’re a simple gal. “Please please PLEASE Y/N please come to the party I promise you will have sooo much fun plus a special someone is going to be there” she says with a smirk. You cheeks immediately turn a dark pink knowing exactly who she was talking about… the one and only Theodore Nott but I mean you couldn’t help it he’s gorgeous and has always had a soft spot for you. After five more minutes of begging you cave in and decide to go. “ YAY Y/N I have the perfect dress that will match y/e/c” Pansy said while practically grinning from ear to ear. Pansy begins searching her closet for the dress when she eventually pulls out a dark green body con dress. You’ve never been one to wear tight dress because you found them uncomfortable but you had no other choice. “ well what are you waiting for put it on we only have thirty minutes!!” Pansy says while laying the dress onto your bed. You go to put it on and take a look in your mirror and you think to your self damn I look good. After you are done changing into your new dress you hang your Yule ball dress onto the door of the closet before closing it you grab your black stilettos.

You and Pansy take a few polaroid pictures before walking out the door to the boys dorm. Just as you are about to knock Theo comes walking up the stairs in his unbuttoned white oxford shirt and dress pants. You think to yourself god that he looks so good. ( okay but imagine that like omg) “Oh hey guys” Theo greeted before walking to the door to unlock it and walk in. You and Pansy walk through the door and see Blaise performing a spell to double his supply of fire whiskey so they have enough for the party. Draco is in the bathroom applying cologne. Draco walks out and says “ Okay let’s go guys we have to get all this alcohol downstairs” everyone nods and each person grabs two bottles. As you’re walking down the stairs you lose your balance and almost fall until you feel an arm around your waist saving you from face-planting. You look behind you and see Theo smirking at you but before you can say thank you he bends down to your ear and whispers “be careful I don’t want you hurting that pretty face of yours”. All you could do was blush and turn your head in an attempt to hide it but little did you know he already saw the effect he had on you. Once Theo let go of your waist so you could continue walking you couldn’t help but feel a pain of sadness since he was no longer touching you. After setting up the whiskey ,casting a silencing charm on the common room, and setting up the lights and music the room was finally ready. After thirty minutes the room was filled with people dancing and loud music. You hated to admit but you were having the time of your life. You were dancing with Pansy in the middle of the dance floor you were on your second drink and started to feel buzzed. Adrian Pucey and his other friends were drunk and started to try and dance with Cho Chang who was waiting for Cedric to get back with drinks for the two. “Please go away Pucey! I told you I’m not interested” she continued to plead but he didn’t care.” Hey Pucey she said she’s not interested just back off ” Cedric said with two drinks in his grasp. “ come on Cho I know you are just playing hard to get” Pucey persisted but Cedric had enough and gave the drinks to Cho before pushing Pucey away. “ She said she isn’t interested.” Pucey pushed Cedric back and threw the first punch. Cedric punches Pucey until Pucey gets knocked into the speaker causing the music to stop. Everyone starts complaining until Draco yells out to everyone to hold on. He rushes up the stairs to his shared dorm. Following along are Theo and Blaise. You look at Pansy with a confused expression that she shares with you. The boys come back down stairs with guitars in hand. Theo’s hand around the neck of the electric guitar. You can’t help but stare. Draco connects a new speaker to all of the boys guitars and continues the music.

Start playing in my feelings by Lana del Ray!!

Draco is the first to start strumming his guitar. Theo and Blaise joining along. Everyone started to yell and cheer at the boys who saved the party and god did they look so good. Pansy and you are both star struck not knowing they are had the ability to play guitar. This only made you attracted to Theo even more. You and Pansy began to swing your hips to the music together when you make eye contact with Theo. Your heart started to skip a beat and the both of you held eye contact until he eventually winked and closed his eyes throwing his head back as he continued the song. (Peep the cover page but imagine it’s a electric guitar) The night continues and you were eyeing Theo down as the boys are playing their final song of the the night, Call Out My Name by the weekend. Pansy saw you staring and whispered into your ear” if it makes you feel better Y/N he’s been staring at you all night too” that made your stomach flutter. As the song came to an end, you looked up to see Theo walking over to you after finishing the song. Pansy had walked away to go talk to Blaise and Draco leaving you guys alone. Now Theo was stood in front of you causing you to have to tilt your neck back so you could see him. He said something but you couldn’t hear it. He took a note of this and bent down to your eye level and said “ I asked how did you like it” all you could do was think about how close you were to him. You eventually gathered the words to say” I loved it don’t get me wrong but I didn’t know you could play, why did you never tell me?” you asked the boy. Theo smirked and said “ well some things are just better off as surprises”. He held out his hand sending you the message that he wanted to dance. You slowly reached your hand out to connect it with his.

start playing she by harry styles!

Draco and Blaise had gone back for one last song because Pansy begged for them to play your favorite song basically setting you up but what’s new. You and Theo started to sway to the music and you mumbled “I love this song” not thinking he could hear you. But he already knew this he always noticed how you would hum this song while trying to focus on making a potion or how you would always request it at gatherings. He took notice of everything you did. As the song continued the two of you maintained eye contact. Your arms were draped over the back of his neck and his hands rested on your hips while swaying them to the song. The space between the two of you had slowly started to close as the song neared the end. Theo bent down to your ear and whispered “ you look beautiful tonight” making your ears warm and causing you to hide you face in the crook of his neck. Theo let go of your waist letting one of his hand gently prop your chin up so you could look at him. Your breath hitched and you were thinking this can’t be real this can’t be real. It felt like it were only you two in the room now. As if you both noticed, you couldn’t help it anymore and closed the space between you. Your lips touched and he immediately kissed back. Theo pulled you even closer by pushing your lower back with one hand and the other hand on your upper back. When you pulled back for air, Theo whispered into your ear and said “finally, but I was supposed to be the one to kiss you first”

Should I make a pt 2?

Is this even good?

Idk this is so cringe what am I doing

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fernandoswarcrimes · 9 months

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Sweet Nothing x Jack Grealish

“And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"”

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I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

Jack glanced at what you had pulled out of your pocket, a questioning look on your face, as the two of you got ready to walk out the door. It was small, almost the size of a lightning bug. A small little pink pebble that you two had found last July whilst on summer break. It had slipped both of your minds, nearly forgetting about it until just now as you held it up with a smile before setting it in the dish by the door with the extra set of keys and oddities that you both had in your pockets that week. He wondered if the small rock ever missed Wicklow, the cozy seaside town. That something so small could hold such important memories. It was when he asked you to move in with him. At first he didn’t think you’d say yes, because it took you a few minutes to give him an answer, but that was because you were just in shock. He had been so upfront and honest about it you didn’t think a guy like him would want that. But you had been proven wrong as you realized this was Jack, your jack. The goofy brummie guy who had swept you clear off your feet with his horrendous jokes and down to earth personality. He was the personification of soft. He missed Wicklow, if the rock didn’t then he did, because it gave him you.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

The Birmingham man was tired.

Tired of everyone saying that the end of City’s reign was coming, that they wouldn’t make it till the end. They wouldn’t get the treble. Everyone always had something to say, he more often than not, found himself quickly trying to quickly head out after any practice or game not wanting to be interviewed or stopped by anybody that would hold him up. All he wanted to do was run home to you and the calmness that surrounded you. As he walked out of training he could see people pushing and shoving at the gate as he got into his car, his teammates having no problem stopping to sign things or take pictures. But nonetheless, despite how tired he was, he pulled his car through the gates and stopped for a few people because he knew if he didn’t it would end up being the next big scrutinizing headline, which he didn’t need. He didn’t mind the fans really, he loved them, but on days like this when everything was weighing down on him he just wanted to come home to you. As he drove through Manchester he thought of how relaxing it’d be to just lay on the couch with you, he stopped and got you both some food on the way home knowing you’d enjoy the simple gesture, and when he did finally arrive home, he walked inside and heard you humming in the kitchen. You looked up when you heard him come in and smiled at him. “Aw you picked up maccies” he just smiled and sat the bag on the counter letting you pull him into a much needed hug which had him instantly relaxing into your arms. All you ever wanted from him was moments like this. Sweet nothings.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

On the way home from a trip you and him took together, he had been quietly sitting in the passenger seat. You’d look over to him a few times wondering what he was doing, usually you couldn’t get him to stop talking and the quietness wasn’t bad per say, it just intrigued you. “I uh- wrote a poem I wanted to read to you.” Jack spoke up softly which caused a small smile to spread across your lips as you nodded for him to go ahead. You saw him sit up straighter out of the corner of your eye as he looked down at his phone. “I won’t ever find the words, you are everything always and even that is not enough.” Was it grammatically correct? No, but you appreciate the sentiment and the fact he wrote it. “What a mind you have, love. I like it.” You nodded while looking over at him briefly with a smile. Jack appreciated that you supported him and his little hobbies like this and not just football. It was something he realized happened all the time even if you didn’t make a big deal about it. He wanted to write poetry? You were right there encouraging him, wanting to try new fashion styles? You wanted him to give you a fashion show and show you what he bought and gave him pointers on what would look good and what wouldn’t. He had never felt more loved and appreciated besides when he was with his family. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t support you the same way because he did 110% in anything you wanted to do or try. It was a very open and co-op relationship. You both gave and helped when the other needed it.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

It was no secret how some clubs were ran, Chelsea was a prime example of industry disruptors some hotshot millionaire coming in and buying the club ontop of the management fucking everything up. That didn’t mean City was squeaky clean either, they had their own allegations and rumors about them as well. Everyone was pushing for the same thing. Pushing to be the best. No matter what they did they always got told “you should be doing more” pitching it like they were trying to sell it to the players as if they didn’t want to be the best already. Everyone wanted to win the big three but you could only do that if you were being efficient and doing good. But to you, Jack could admit that sometimes he’s too soft for all of it. The pressure, the comments, the scrutiny. He had heard it ever since City signed him, he went from being the star boy at Aston Villa to being a “waste of money” after being signed as the most expensive English footballer to date. Some days he didn’t think he wanted to do it anymore, he had been trying and trying to prove himself that he could do it, that he could be worth what they paid for him. He had to. Because he didn’t know what he would do if they let him go.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Despite all the talk of the end of the season and all the tough games they had to get through. There was the one constant that kept him going, and that was being able to run home to you when the day was over. The two of you and your constant little moments that some would consider boring nothingness, meant everything to him. No amount of cups or championship wins would compare to him coming home from an away game to find you dancing and humming around the kitchen or how you were always there for him, to pick him up after a bad game, in the stands for the good games, or just spending time with him and his family. His mother had asked him when he was going to get the courage to ask you the big question, she knew he already had the ring. He also knew you wouldn’t want a big public gesture, you’d want something small, just between the two of you and your little sweet nothing moments. Which is exactly how he did it, at three in the morning, when you both couldn’t sleep. Was the deliriousness from sleep getting to you both? Probably, but he knew that no time was better than right now. He dropped to one knee in the middle of the kitchen, illuminated by the refrigerator light as he looked up at you with the softest look ever and softly asked as he opened the velvet box that he had been hiding for the last six months. “Will you marry me?” He wanted nothing more than to have a million more moments like this with you.

#I love this it has me so soft #jack deserves the world #sweet nothing #imagine #midnightsseries #series #midnights song drabbles #football imagine #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish #man city imagine #man city

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wisteria-blooms · 2 years

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long hair & tattoos (bill weasley & reader) (13/15)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

CHAPTER 13: Lucius's uncharacteristic admiration for Bill indicates that your initial plan may have worked a little too well. With your cousin's wedding and the tail end of the trip fast approaching, you attempt to make the best of Nice with Bill. (4.4k words) TAG LIST MOVED TO THE BOTTOM! Let me know if you'd like to be added or if I missed you. :)

A/N: I can't believe there are... just two chapters to go. I ended up changing the title of this chapter because I'm unironically listening to too much Your Body is a Wonderland.... but the next one will be titled "matters of matrimony (a mile away)." Hope you enjoy! (And okay, why does Domhnall Gleeson look so good in this GIF - hello sir, I would like to kiss you).

CHAPTER 13: STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND

Bill was right.

The scene at dinner was something to behold indeed, extraterrestrial even, like your father had been abducted and replaced by an alien. As you gathered on the terrace before dinner, Lucius was in obviously high spirits. He had a firm hand on Bill’s shoulder, the other holding a glass of wine as they gaily recounted today’s game. His cheeks were tinged pink. There was no way Lucius wasn’t drunk.

“Dobby,” you called. The house elf trotted over to you immediately. You pointed at your father. “How much have you served him?”

The house elf squeaked. “Dobby has only poured everyone one glass.”

“Did he drink before?”

“Perhaps at the golf game with master’s brother, but Dobby can’t be sure.”

Your conversation was cut short by Bill laughing at something that your father said. You, Narcissa, and Draco observed from the sidelines, forgotten by the patriarch, in awe.

Lucius’s odd behaviour didn’t stop when you were sat around the table either. He motioned for Bill to be seated by him around the round table, leaving you shoulder-to-shoulder with Draco. At some point, you’d just given up and accepted the circumstances. That was, until Lucius announced another round of golf next week.

“Another game?” you asked.

“Theodore is looking for a rematch,” Lucius said with a pleased chortle. “He says the Paris estate wasn’t ideal for a game.”

“It was more than fine,” Draco remarked. “Nothing is ideal if Uncle Theodore doesn’t have the upper hand.”

“William was being very humble earlier today.” Lucius looked at William. “He had more than a decent stroke.”

“Long and hard, right?” Draco whispered to you. This time, you were able to get a firm kick in. He recoiled in pain when your foot hit his ankle.

“I’d say it was beginner’s luck,” Bill deflected.

“Nonsense,” Lucius tutted, taking another sip of wine. “I’m expecting you to bring your best game next week.”

Alright, this was something you did not have on your bingo card when you asked Bill to meet your family.

In the segue from the bouillabaisse into the dessert, Narcissa changed the topic. “Genevieve is very stressed about her wedding,” she explained with a long sigh. “There are some last-minute problems with the venue and her favourite butler is out with a nasty cold.”

“How awful,” you said, sarcasm dusting your tone.

“Don’t underestimate how much effort her parents are putting into this, (Y/N). It’s an intricate process and it has to be perfect,” Narcissa continued. “I’m sure if you need help when it’s your time to plan a wedding, you could always ask Genevieve.”

“No need,” you said with a wave with your free hand. “I’m getting married at the Three Broomsticks. I won’t be spending barrels of galleons on liquor, at least. It’s dirt cheap there.”

Bill stifled a chuckle behind his napkin. You sat up straighter, knowing he agreed with you.

“Speaking of liquor,” Lucius interrupted, rerouting the conversation back to him. “William, won’t you join me after dinner to sample some of my aged scotch?”

In another rare moment of solidarity, you and Draco looked at each other with disgusted expressions.

“Exactly what happened at the game?” you whispered to Draco. “Did Uncle Theo perform Imperio on father when you weren’t looking?”

Draco shrugged, a snarl on his face, equally as confused as you at the foreign being inhabiting your father’s body.

After dinner, Lucius snuck Bill away to develop a winning strategy over scotch. You huffed. You did not expect to be competing with your father for Bill’s heart.

The next couple of days were spent lounging around the house with Bill (when Lucius would let him go, because it was nearing the rematch with Uncle Theodore and their strategy devising sessions only grew in length). It got unbearably hot mid-day, so you often watched Bill work away from the bed, basking in the comfortable silence. When he was tired of sitting and you were tired of reading, you both ran downstairs for a midday swim. Gone was your aversion to getting too wet and wild and soon, you were on your back, drifting through the water, soaking up the rays, and watching the pale blue sky up above. Back on the sand, you soaked up Bill. You peered at him from under your shades every time he stretched a tight knot of muscle, every time water dripped down his soft ringlets of hair when he came back to shore. The hot sun lightened his hair to a strawberry blonde colour and you were not one to complain.

When you weren’t wading waters, you were back to wading through thick sheets, napping and wishing Bill was right beside you. You imagined your limbs tangled around his, his hands in your hair, as you enjoyed your siesta.

The day of the rematch with Uncle Theodore was also the day you went to tea with your mother and her friend. When you returned home, you could tell from Bill and your father’s gaits and smiles that they’d been victorious. Your father borrowed Bill the next day and you didn't see him until midnight, when the sliver of light from Bill opening the door woke you.

Three evenings before the wedding, when you didn’t know how much more you could read, you put your magazine down on the bed. “Let’s get out of here and do something,” you suggested.

“What do you fancy?” Bill asked, turning around from his chair. He placed his arm on the backrest and looked at you, beckoning a response.

“I’d like to spend a day in town.”

“Then let’s spend a day in town tomorrow.”

A huge grin spread across your face. “Really?”

“Of course,” Bill reassured. “Let’s make the most out of the last few days.”

The weather was perfect the next morning for your expedition – all sunshine with a gentle breeze and not a cloud in the sky. At nine in the morning, you would’ve been out the door if you weren’t holding things up. Bill had easily chosen something to wear and sat on the bed waiting for you. He looked dapper in a navy polo that fit his torso perfectly, white shorts, and loafers. You, however, took your sweet time to waffle over your closet. You wanted to wear something nice and flowy to match him, but didn’t want to look overdone. Navy? Talk about trying too hard to be seen as a couple; was it corny to match colours with a partner? A simple skirt? Was that too casual? A dress? Was that too much?

“It’s the city, not a runway,” Bill jested.

‘For me, it is,’ you thought. You made the fatal mistake of turning around to look at him. Bill laid against the bedframe, arms behind his head. You were too entranced by his position and prominent triceps to say any actual words. So, you just gawked with a hanger in your hands, wondering if you should just not wear any clothes at all and spend the day mounting him and kissing him in this position—

Instead, you huffed and turned back around, ignoring Bill’s chuckle reverberating in your reddening ears. Your eyes then landed on a soft blush dress on the hanger. It had short sleeves and was long, draping right down to the ankles. But it had a cute slit and an open back that dampened its dressiness.

This was it. This was the dress.

You grabbed it off the hanger and went immediately to change.

Strolling Nice was different with Bill. It was fun. It was like a date. He made the sticky heat feel like a warm hug, the dilapidated buildings feel rich with history, and the fading yellow paint of the buildings look sun-kissed. With him, you wanted to pass time in every single store just to peruse and not to visit out of necessity. You wanted to run down every corridor and alleyway to see every crevice of the city that you couldn’t see with your family.

As you strolled down a busy sidewalk with him, a faint feeling of romance in the air enveloped the two of you, even though you weren’t holding Bill’s hand (as much as you wished you were).

After a quick lunch, you stopped for ice-cream at a familiar shop. You’d come here every year since you were young. You joined the queue and stared at the selection behind the cold glass intently.

“Do you want anything?” you asked Bill.

“I’m alright.” Bill looked over the selection with you, his height giving him an advantage. “Strawberry?”

“How’d you know?”

“You told me,” Bill reminded. “I reckon it’s still in my notebook from months ago.”

“You’re as studious as ever,” you remarked.

“I was afraid I’d be asked at the first dinner,” he joked.

“There was no chance they’d ask you that.” You shook your head. “You remember the topic of me taking your last name was the most heated conversation of the night?”

Before you could explore that memory any longer, you were next in line. You placed your order, paid your bezants, and waited by the side. The cup came with two spoons. You grinned sheepishly at Bill at the attendant’s misinterpretation of your relationship status, but he seemed unbothered. You walked over with him to a nearby water fountain, bedazzled by a marble sculpture of a French wizard, and sat on a bench in the plaza. The light mist from the fountain and an overhead umbrella provided some liberation from the heat.

“Are you sure you don’t want a taste?” you asked, gently prodding him with the spoon.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “It is your favourite.”

“Your loss, Bill. This is much better than Florean’s,” you commented. Then you thought of the sweet man running the parlor alone in Diagon Alley. “Sorry, Florean.”

“If you insist,” Bill conceded. “I do think it’s proper hot out here.”

You gave Bill the other spoon and nudged the cup closer to him.

“What did you do with my dad the other day?” you asked, greedily dolloping a chunk of strawberry in ice-cream. That was the long stretch of day where Lucius had, to your chagrin, borrowed Bill and you didn’t see him until the creak of the door opening woke you up at midnight.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” he responded with a casual shrug. “He showed me around the house and we went to buy a suit.”

Your mouth rounded. “He what?”

“For your cousin’s wedding,” Bill said, his tone teasing. “I didn’t have suitable attire for the occasion. I wasn’t informed.”

“I wonder who’s fault that is,” you mocked with a self-depreciating laugh. You pointed your spoon to yourself in guilt.

“I wonder—” Bill mused. He swung an arm over on the bench, and the temptation to move closer into him was reaching a feverish pitch. He locked eyes with you for seconds longer than needed and there were no words to satiate the silence. His gaze was intense, and you felt your cheeks turning the colour of the ripe strawberries in your dessert. You were immobilized when he began inching closer to you, his eyes boring into yours until you could see your reflection in them.

When his other hand reached out towards your cheek, your heart was in full ignition, precariously ready to combust at any moment. Was this it? Was he going to kiss you? Right here on a busy street? You did your best to control your body, but your eyes unconsciously fluttered closed.

His knuckles grazed your face and his thumb floated down to the corner of your lips. “Bit of ice-cream on your mouth.”

“Oh,” you murmured quickly in embarrassment, your daydreams disappearing in a puff of smoke. You quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the area. “Sorry.” You were heating up in mortification for two reasons: one, for thinking Bill was going to kiss you and two, for looking like an uncouth fool in front of him. The second thought made you want to crawl up and die, so you gave the corner of your mouth a second swipe in case.

The rest of the day went by too fast for your liking. You fancied stopping to admire artists and musicians on the street. You even threw bezants in their guitar cases. You’d even gotten a caricature of yourself and Bill drawn. When the sun began to dip—and your mood with it—you stopped for dinner in an airy and sectioned part of a restaurant. You indulged in wine and tapas, and talked about Bill’s family and work.

You and Bill agreed on walking around after to watch the sunset at the beach before heading home. You wished you had a camera to take a photo, hold onto to just a little inkling of the day in case it didn’t last forever. And it wouldn’t, given you just had three days here before you had to return to crummy and gloomy England.

As you walked by groups of people by on the boardwalk, you heard some voices ahead of you. Two people were departing from two groups settled on the beach. It looked like a game of quidditch based on the brooms in their hands and the buzzing bludgers and quaffles in the air. One man, tall and dark-haired, looked at Bill, waved, and pointed at the two of you.

“They’re looking for players,” Bill explained. The way his body turned towards the crowd signified that he wanted to join them.

“Did you play?”

“I played mainly as a chaser, but before Charlie joined, I was the seeker for a bit.” Bill rubbed the back of his head. “He was always the better player.”

“I had no idea,” you responded.

“Charlie won’t shut up if you ask him about it,” Bill said, feigning a look of sadness. “This would be my last chance at redemption.”

“I’m not very good at quidditch,” you protested quietly. “My role was to sit on the sidelines.”

“Nothing wrong with giving it a shot,” he reassured. “No stakes, no disappointed peers, no House Cup on the line.” He paused. “Trust me, I know.”

You couldn’t say no to Bill. Not especially with that ardent gleam in his beautiful eyes and the story about Charlie being the better player. You narrowed your eyes at him and wondered if he’d told you that story out of sympathy. You watched him wave to the group of people. Then, you looked up at the goal posts and realized they were floating above water.

“It’s above the sea?”

Bill smirked. “Breaks the fall.”

“Not if you fall from that high up!” you countered. “It’ll feel like landing on cement.”

“I’ll catch you,” he promised.

You shook your head. “Not even you’re that fast.”

“Try me,” was the last thing Bill said to you before he ran over to the group of people. You had no choice now but to follow.

Bill bonded with the group, two co-ed teams, immediately. You guessed quidditch was an international language in itself. After moments of deliberation, Bill pointed to you and never more than right now did you want to run away. The taller man of the group, named Gui, handed Bill a wooden paddle and glove.

“They’re looking for a seeker and a beater,” he explained, brandishing the equipment. “It’s up to you what you want to be.”

“Erm.” You hesitated. You knew you’d contribute nothing to either of those roles, but at least the whole game didn’t depend on you if you chose the role of the beater. You reached for the bat, much to Bill’s surprise.

“At least you won’t be needing those shoes,” he joked.

“Right?” you murmured, kicking your shoes onto the pebbles on the shore. You smoothed out your dress and swung a leg across the broom, careful not to expose yourself to your teammates and opponents. Bill gracefully kicked off and assumed his position over the water. You eagerly followed him into the air. It had been a very long time since you’d flown on a broom, and having to carry a paddle wasn’t conducive to you looking very graceful. You took the first two minutes to balance yourself out.

When the whistle went off, you remembered why you didn’t play quidditch. In less than a minute, a bludger came barrelling towards you, and you weren’t sure which direction to go to escape it. Wait, no—you were supposed to beat the damn thing, not evade it. Fred and George made it seem easy, their muscly arms easily deflecting bludgers at any angle. Unsure, you shut your eyes, paralyzed in fear and confusion. The speeding ball made contact with your thigh and toppled you over.

“Whoa!”

You exclaimed as you lost control of your boom for a couple of moments and spiralled down. You managed to climb atop of it just before you hit the water.

“You alright?” Bill asked with genuine concern as he flew over.

“Yes, peachy,” you responded, trying to sound unaffected despite the whimper of pain that left your lips. You held onto your thigh, thinking of the nasty bruise that would soon form.

The bludgers were tough to beat even when you got a solid hit in; they were dense, unmoveable masses, like George when he fell asleep on the couch. At least he’d fall off to the floor in a straight line because your bludgers were flying in all directions. Your teammate didn’t look so pleased when you launched one that almost hit her. You were also afraid they’d shatter your paddle. Coupled with compromised balance on this communal, left-leaning broom, you swore to never play this position again.

Bill would pass by you occasionally. His eyes were still focussed on the snitch but he remarked your concern. “You can do this,” he reassured. “You’re already getting so much better.”

Bill’s affirmation motivated you. You learned through observation and recalling old games you saw back at Hogwarts. It was exhilarating once you started getting the hang of it, and by that you meant beating the bludgers in a generally correct direction. You loved the wind streaking through your hair as you soared through the pink and purple-tinted sky.

About twenty minutes later though, you weren’t sure how much more your arms could take. They felt limp as you tried to hoist your bat high. When your eyes weren’t on the ball, they were on Bill. Suddenly, he and the other seeker whipped the heads around at the same time, changing directions in a split second. You knew just what was happening. However, you didn’t need to be an experienced player to know Bill was at a disadvantage due to his distance away from the snitch. You were losing hope with every second that passed that he’d make it.

But your saving grace was hurling towards you in the form of a wayward bludger.

You shook off your fatigued limbs and hit the damn thing with as much strength as you could. If your paddle shattered, you’d be happy to absorb each wooden splint in your skin if it meant Bill would win.

You looked with wide eyes, heart beating rapidly, at the flying ball. It seemed to take an eternity to fly over.

You didn’t knock the other seeker out, but the intimidating bludger buzzing by his face was enough to stall him. And that split second of hesitation meant everything, because Bill was quick to scoop the snitch in his gloved hand.

“Yes!”

The rest of your teammates came together to shore to rally and celebrate the win together, but you and Bill were only focussed on each other. Foregoing any self-regulation, you tackled him as he flew over, arms around his neck, and landed with a big splash in the water. Your brooms floated forgotten beside you.

“Where’d you learn to play like that?” he asked in astonishment as he rose out of the water. His hair was wet, framing his jubilant face.

“The Madame Millicent book!” you blurted seemingly out of nowhere, the euphoria of the win preceding any common sense. “She reckons women should make excellent beaters and train in their spare time to please their husbands.”

Bill laughed, a full belly rumble, as he rubbed water out of his eyes.

“Maybe you should’ve kept that book.”

You shook your head. “It’s under the sea where it belongs.”

You and Bill waded together to shore. It was getting dark quickly, signifying it really was time to go. You fished your brooms out and locked them back in the shared space for other players to use for another game.

When you were wringing the last bit of water out of your dress, your fingers traced over a rip in the seam.

“Oh no,” you said with a heavy sigh. “I must’ve torn this while playing.”

“Don’t worry,” Bill assured from in front of you. “Molly can patch that up when we get home.”

Bill’s words resounded sweetly in your ears.

We.

Home.

When we get home.

You nodded and ignored the tattered seam. Instead, you chose to bask in the afterglow of a quidditch win with Bill.

“What happened to your leg?” Draco asked the next morning. The first hit you took had really blossomed into something nasty looking and had swelled up to the size of a saucer. But you were unperturbed; it was a battle scar from a blazing victory.

“Quidditch.”

“Since when did you play quidditch?” he asked incredulously.

“Since yesterday,” you explained. “Turns out I’m not a bad beater.”

“A beater?” Narcissa repeated sternly, setting her book down. She was never into the idea of you enjoying a sport unless it was ballet. “Regardless,” she said. “Heal that before the wedding tomorrow please, (Y/N).”

“I would, but how else would I remember my win?” you protested. “The dress will cover it.”

The next day, you arrived at the venue with your family for Genevieve’s wedding. You were sat outside in the beautiful late afternoon sun by a chateau near the sea. The hanging willow branches laced with wisteria provided shade overhead. Bill, next to you, was in his new suit courtesy of the new and reformed Lucius Malfoy (who you, Draco, and Narcissa still could not accept). Bill had shaved, and slicked his hair to the side and looked very prim and proper. You missed the long hair and earrings he sported when you first met.

Up ahead, Maxime stood under the arbor made of leaves and climbing roses, crossed by multiple fairy lights.

Genevieve strolled down the aisle with her parents. She looked gorgeous, perfect, angel-like, and very much in love with Maxime. You disliked Genevieve, but you couldn’t help but feel happiness for her. You looked at Bill. His hands were clasped in his lap and his blue eyes were focused on the procession of the events. You wondered if he, like you, was wishing it was you and him up there. You swallowed a tingle in your chest that rose up to your throat.

After the ceremony, you filed out with the others to the bar to take your seats for the reception. You and Bill ended up at table seven with your cousins; you were seated with Draco, Astoria, and your aunt Rosamund’s two daughters – Charlotte and Clara. You reckoned Charlotte and Clara preferred to float ethereally instead of existing like normal humans. At the ripe age of seventeen, when Genevieve was busy having too much wine and kissing every boy on her father’s yacht in Antibes, the youngest cousins stayed home, buried their light blonde, wispy-haired heads in a book dreaming of some prince and fairy tale ending. You were a couple years older, and always sunk into a babysitter role when you were around just like the old times.

Bill had been quickly swept away by Lucius to greet other family members. He was busy talking to Genevieve’s uncle. At least Bill looked comfortable and was integrating well.

“What’s it like being in love, (Y/N)?” Charlotte asked dreamily, cocking her head. She had noticed you were staring at Bill.

You didn’t know what answer to provide your younger cousin.

“Why not ask Genevieve?” you offered instead.

“She’s busy.” Charlotte pointed at Genevieve who was getting photos with her husband and family taken by the sea. “Besides, I find it much more romantic to rebel against the world with,” she stopped, “erm, what’s his name?”

“Bill.”

Charlotte laughed airily. “My bad. What’s it like to be in love with Bill?”

You would have to pen an answer off-the-cuff. You stared at Bill who was across the room, deep in conversation with a glass of wine in hand. How did you feel when he wasn’t right beside you, when the seat beside you was vacant, or worse, when he’d stopped writing to you? You tried to translate the feeling in your heart to concrete words.

“It feels like,” you explained. “You’re not complete unless they’re around, like a piece of you is missing.”

It wasn’t a lie.

“And?” she prodded further. “Surely, that can’t be all.”

You thought of the evening before you and Bill set off to France, and the night before he promised to stroll around Nice with you.

“You look forward to the next day because they make it so much more exciting.”

That sounded right. You were convincing yourself at this point.

Charlotte leaned in closer. “And?”

Then, you thought of the thing that scared you the most: if everything fell apart and Bill ceased to be a part of your life, slipping through your fingers like fine sand back in the sea.

“And,” you took a deep breath, the next few words getting lodged in your throat, “the thought of losing them terrifies you, because there’s no one else quite like them.”

Charlotte sighed blissfully, placed her hand over her heart, and said, “Someday.”

“Someday,” you promised her. Maybe Aunt Rosamund would force Charlotte to court a Crabbe-like character and she’d find refuge in her best friends’ eldest brother.

You looked back up at Bill. At that moment, you locked eyes with him and a new wave of giddiness coursed through your body. Maybe he had been clandestinely looking at you, too. He tilted his glass of wine up to you, signifying that he was okay. You did the same, cherishing your silent communication in a crowded room.

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