#and that means the Slug Club is still a thing
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Serendipity
chapter seven
summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
warning(s): this is quite long, canonical voldemort style violence, use of one wizard slur (bloodtraitor), one mention of torture, parental death (minor mentions)
series masterlist; previous part; next part
The weeks flew by after that day in the Room of Requirement. In those weeks, you and Mattheo had gotten nowhere with researching your newfound siphon abilities, as most literature was just a regurgitation of previous works. The two of you grew closer, sessions usually ending in a spontaneous make out or sensual tryst, but he still refused to go any further than that. Refused to be completely vulnerable with you. Safe to say that your days were a lot more interesting, but it was becoming harder to hide your clear feelings from the prying eyes of your curious friends.
Harry had been frequently visiting Dumbledore's office for his own lessons of sorts and he had learned more about Mattheo's father, Tom Riddle, but nothing about why he needed one of Slughorn's specific memories.
The four of you were slaving away in one of the Herbology greenhouses when Hermione brought up the subject of Slughorn's illustrious dinner parties, which Harry had been avoiding.
"There's no way you'll be able to get out of this one because he actually asked me to check your free evenings, so he could be sure to have it on a night you can come." she said, wrestling with the weird pod-like creature that you were studying for that week.
Harry groaned as you snickered at his misfortune. Meanwhile, Ron, who was attempting to burst his pod in the bowl by putting both hands on it, standing up, and squashing it as hard as he could, shared a look with you and said angrily, "And this is another party just for Slughorn's favorites, is it?"
"Just for the Slug Club, yes," said Hermione, annoyance written on her face.
The pod flew out from under Ron's fingers and hit the green house glass, rebounding onto the back of Professor Sprout's head and knocking off her old, patched hat, causing you, Ron and Harry to let out loud laughs that died out at the Professor's unimpressed look sent your way.
Harry went to retrieve the pod while Hermione carried on, "Look, I didn't make up the name 'Slug Club'—"
"'Slug Club,'" repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of one of Malfoy's. "It's pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don't you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug—"
"You almost sound jealous, Won Won." you teased, using Lavender's cringe-worthy nickname that he clearly abhorred. Despite having a girlfriend, you just knew that somewhere deep down in his stupid, stupid brain, Ron still had feelings for Hermione.
"We're allowed to bring guests," Hermione, who had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, snapped, "I would have asked you, but I don't think your girlfriend would like that very much."
You turned to face Ron as he gufawed at your best friend. "Don't worry Ronald, I'm not one of his favourites either. Teddy's invited me as his plus one for this one, I'll let you know what we're definitely not missing out on." He only glared at you again in response.
Theodore had asked you to accompany him so that he wouldn't be stood alone as Blaise flirted his way through the other pureblood attendees. You had agreed and he gave you free reign of his Gringott's vault to choose a dress from a boutique that Pansy had graciously taken you to. It paid well to have a rich friend or two in this world.
It seemed that everyone knew of Slughorn's party and the chance of going as a guest with one of his members – you and Hermione caught Romilda Vane and her friends whispering about 'Harry' and 'Fred and George' and 'Love Potions' in one of the girls' toilets in the intermission between Transfiguration and Potions, and had watched in shock as they discreetly opened one of the twins' own Love Potions disguised as perfumes between them. You had both warned him to be wary of them, but of course Harry rarely listened to the two of you.
The three of you were walking out of the now-closed library, Ron off with Lavender Brown somewhere, when Romilda came up to him and offered him a bottle of Gilllywater. Hermione's i-told-you-so look had him declining it, but she seemed prepared and had shoved a pink heart shaped box of chocolates into his arms.
"Chocolate Cauldrons." the girl had said. "They have fire whiskey in them. My grandma sent them, but I don't like them."
Romilda smiled before walking away.
"Definitely firewhiskey in there," you say sarcastically. "Give it a whiff before you eat them. Make sure it's not Ginny you're smelling." you say before leaving the pair, laughing at Harry's disgruntled look and making your way to the Ravenclaw common room, intent on researching a book on Mermaids and Siphoners, but you weren't confident that you'd find information that wasn't in the books you'd already combed through.
~∞~
"I'm going with Luna." Harry said the next day. "To Slughorn's party. I'm going with Luna."
"That's wonderful, Harry." you say with a smile. "She really needs a pick-me-up bless her. Some idiot in her year keeps stealing all her things."
The girl came and told you not an hour later, an excited gleam in her pale blue eyes.
~∞~
A few days later, you were waiting outside the Slytherin common room, nervously smoothing out nonexistent creases from the fine silk of your deep green evening gown. You had agreed to meet Theo, Blaise and Pansy here before walking to Professor Slughorn's office together, where the dinner party was being held.
Hesitantly, you knocked on the door to the common room, not knowing the password for it, obviously. The person who answered it made you want to smite them immediately – Greggory Goyle was as nasty as they came.
"What do you want, bloodtraitor?" he spat as he glared down at you, before his beady eyes snapped to your body, namely your chest.
"Not that it concerns the likes of you," you say, voice full of venom, "But I'm waiting for my date to Slughorn's dinner party."
"What poor soul agreed to take you to something as sophisticated as a dinner party?" the boy sneered, his gaze beginning to become an uncomfortable hindrance before your friend's voice rung out into the empty corridor.
"I did, Goyle. Now kindly fuck off." Theodore snapped before his gaze softened on your form. "Tesoro, you look dazzling." his face lit up with a smile as he twirled you under his arm.
"Thank you, Teddy." you flushed, while giving him a once over. "My, my, don't you clean up nicely." he swatted away the hand that patted his cheek.
As you were greeting Theo, the rest of his friends exited the common room, Lorenzo announcing that you'd have to wait for Blaise to 'stop staring at his reflection' as he did. It was obvious that Theo and Pansy were regulars at illustrious dinner parties: Theo wore a tailored suit, with a crisp white shirt and a dark green silk waistcoat and tie (charmed to match the exact colour of your own dress); Pansy wore a sleek dress in a rich shade of deep plum and her face was painted exquisitely with makeup that accentuated her pretty siren eyes, her short black hair styled into a flattering bob. She had come right up to see you in the dress she'd helped you pick out: a dark green silky number that hugged your body in the most flattering way.
She was busy fawning over the way your hair fell over your shoulders gracefully, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you felt a familiar prickle in the back of your mind. You turned to find Mattheo, white shirt partly unbuttoned, hair disheveled and eyes slightly bloodshot as he admired you with no shame. The way his deep, onyx eyes took you in from head to toe made you feel hot all over, and the words he spoke into your mind, made you melt even further. If that was even possible.
You look beautiful, love.
You smile at him in gratitude which was sent in waves to the forefront of his mind – a new trick he had taught you. He nodded his head with a proud smirk which sent flutters right to your core.
You look much better in Slytherin green than Ravenclaw blue, darling. You should indulge more often.
The boy was actually flirting with you and he basked in the sight of your flustered expression.
Pansy was the only one of the surrounding group to see your interaction and she gave you a look that you understood was her way of telling you that the two of you would be discussing this later.
Finally Blaise, who had just stumbled out of the stonewall entrance, said with an exasperated breathe: "Let's get this over with, please. I want to get there so I can leave earlier. If Slughorn asks me about my mother's latest husband one more time I may explode."
You stifle a laugh behind your hand as the tallest Slytherin glares down at you. "Were you not the one making us all wait in favour of admiring yourself in the mirror, Zabini?"
"When you have a face like mine, it must be admired Meadow." he replied with a self-assured smirk. Lorenzo practically guffawed at this, which is when you notice that his eyes were bloodshot like Mattheo's. But he was always a cheerful boy, seeing him laugh was a regular occurrence within this group.
Soon after Blaise appeared, you hooked an arm in the crook of Theo's elbow and the four of you began your walk to the classroom, completely missing the glare that Mattheo was pointing at the back of his best friend's head.
Compared to other offices you'd seen, Slughorn's was namely the biggest. Drapes of emerald, crimson and gold were streamed about the ceilings and walls, creating a tent-like effect about the room and thousands of faeries fluttered about the golden glow of where the apex of the drapes met, the faint fluttering of their wings could be heard over the music and chatter. The moment the four of you entered you'd commented on how crowded and stuffy it was as a live classical band played over the loud conversation from older wizards all around the room.
"I didn't know he invited elders here." you mumble to Theo who hums at you.
"It's all networking. A way to secure future positions in the Ministry." he said, resentment dripping from his tongue.
"And you don't want that?" you ask, staring at his profile, thanking him when he gave you a flute of champagne.
"I wanted to be a professional quidditch player, but my father wants me to follow in his footsteps." he says, before dropping his voice to a mere whisper. "And I mean that in all senses of the word, tesoro. It's not something I particularly want."
You hummed at his answer but squeezed his arm all the same. He sent you a sideways glance full of warmth. You'd almost forgotten about what he would endure during the upcoming holidays; it made you feel inexplicably guilty that you'd be having fun with your friends and family while Theo would be suffering.
Blaise and Pansy had already found themselves at the table of food platters with Daphne Greengrass, which is where you also found Harry, Hermione, Luna and Cormac Mclaggen. You grabbed Theo's hand and dragged him towards them, ignoring his discontent with being within radius of Harry and Mclaggen.
"Hi guys! Mclaggen." you say as you reach the quartet. "Mione, Luna you both look gorgeous."
They both thank you before all four of them frown at the boy behind you. "Oh for Rowena's sake, he won't bite, will you Teddy?" You sent him a pointed look over you shoulder, which had him instantly agreeing, albeit reluctantly.
"Only if they don't bite first." he says, his deep, accented voice dripping with uninterest. "Let's go and dance, tesoro. Make the night a little less unbearable."
You agreed and spent a majority of the night sipping on expensive wine and laughing with your three Slytherin friends, mindful to avoid Harry's looks of something that you couldn't name that he sent your way.
~∞~
The four of you spent hours dancing, only interrupted when Harry asked to steal you away to dance with him, as Luna had become caught up in a conversation with Ginny, Dean Thomas namely absent from her side. While you and Harry were contently swaying, there was a disturbance at the entrance.
You watched in the corner of your eye as Harry's face lit up with a sinister smirk at the sight of Malfoy being dragged into the room by Filtch who had him by the scruff of his robes.
"Professor Slughorn!" he said in his typically slimy voice. "Found this one lurking in the corridors upstairs. Claims he was invited to your party but was delayed in attending. Did you issue an invitation?"
If looks could kill, Filtch would be six feet deep.
Malfoy was glaring at the man with distain and fury as he yanked himself free of the caretaker's grasp, brushing away imaginary flecks of dirt from his rumpled suit.
"All right, I wasn't invited!" he said angrily. "I was trying to gatecrash, happy?"
Filtch was evidently not happy about this, but the look of immense joy that crossed his face sent shivers down your spine.
"You're in trouble, you are! Didn't the Headmaster say that night-time prowling's out, unless you've got permission, eh?"
Slughorn dissipated the situation with drunken ease, inviting Malfoy to stay for the remainder of the dinner party. Harry's face was a picture of bewilderment, mirroring Filtch's one of overwhelming disappointment.
"He looks a bit ill doesn't he?" you say under your breathe as Hermione comes to stand beside you.
"Who?" Harry asked, dumbly. You stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.
"Malfoy. He does look ghastly pale." Hermione mumbled while you all watched as he chatted away to Slughorn about his grandfather.
"He's up to something." Harry said obstinately. You and Hermione shared a look and simultaneously rolled your eyes.
"You've got to stop with this Harry. You don't know for certain that he's a Death Eater." Hermione muttered, keeping her voice low enough that others wouldn't hear. "It's bad enough that you outright accused him in front of Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape."
"I still can't believe you had the audacity, to do that." you say, but Harry wasn't listening to either of you. In fact he followed right out behind Snape and Malfoy when they exitted the room, not ten minutes after the latter's noisy arrival.
"Oh for fuck's sake." you grit your teeth at your friend's stubbornness. Hermione shook her head before dragging you over to where Luna and Ginny were stood, having watched Harry sneak out.
~∞~
With the Christmas holidays finally upon you, you were spending a few days at the Burrow with Ron's family before you floo'd home to your family.
Hermione's lack of presence seemed to lay heavily upon you as you sat next to the empty seat in the kitchen that she'd always sit in. You don't know how she puts up with Ron and Harry without you – a headache was slowly building up in your temples as Ron asked Harry to repeat what he'd heard when he followed Snape and Malfoy out, for the millionth time, as the three of you polished Mrs. Weasley's cutlery.
Finally reaching a breaking point of sorts you snap at the pair.
"If you defy the unbreakable vow, you die. It's a sacred pact, Harry. Are you certain that Snape accepted one?" they turn to look at you as if forgetting you were there.
Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Fred and George almost convinced me to make one when I was five, but Dad went mental when he found us. Only time he's ever been scarier than mum." he pauses before adding an anecdote about Fred being punished pretty severely, which seems to summon the two giant twins into the kitchen, clad in expensive slacks, making fun of the fact that Ron and Harry were still not of age yet – unlike you. Fred turned to you then, a bright smile lighting up his face.
"Hello gorgeous, how are you coping with these ninnies without Mione?" he had a dazzling smirk on his face, which you would've fallen for once upon a time, had a polar opposite, wicked smirk not taken up your entire mind.
"Barely, as usual. How've you been, Freddie?" you smile up at him as he sits on the edge of the table, leg brushing your's.
Ron dramatically gagged, interpreting this as a flirtatious interaction. This turned the twins' attention onto him once more.
"We've heard through the grape vine that you have a new beau, Won Won." George said with a smirk. Ron turned to glare at you and you held your hands up in surrender. If you could use your legillimens abilities on him, you'd be screaming "it wasn't me, I swear!", but Ron would surely have a heart attack if you so much as whispered into his mind.
"Lavender Brown, was it? That's what Ginny said in her letters. How'd you manage to bag a girl, Ronniekins?" Fred chimed and they snickered as Ron's face went bright red.
"Piss off, will you." Ron mumbled, you and Harry smirked at his discomfort. "She's sweet."
"And here I thought he and Mione would've overlooked their pride and gotten together by now." Fred murmured to you, his breathe hitting the shell of your ear. You turned to face him, finding his alluring blue eyes staring right into your own.
"I believe that means you owe me a galleon...or five. I recall a bet we made at the Yule Ball, Weasley. It's time to pay up." you say, your eyes glinting mischievously as you held out your palm expectantly.
"You and your memory will ruin me, woman." he mutters scornfully, but he gives you a stack of galleons, discreetly nonetheless. You smile victoriously.
"Good to know business is treating the two of you well, Freddie." he smiles and shares a look with George.
"When are you coming to visit the shop, Meadow?" George asks as he uses his wand to slow Ron's polishing down.
"Is that an official invitation, Weasley?" you ask, satisfied with the peace you feel by being in the Burrow again, despite Hermione not being there.
~∞~
Mattheo hates his father with a burning passion. Tom Riddle was a cold, manipulative and tyrannical man who was absolutely not fit for the role of 'dad'. It's ironic, he thinks, that he should have a father who was incapable of feeling love, in all senses of the word. But Tom had loved Mattheo's mother once, in some sick and twisted way. Maybe it wasn't love, but he had a sick devotion for the woman that Mattheo never got to meet. She died after giving birth to the Riddle heir.
When his father was defeated all those years ago, Mattheo was handed off to the first family that bothered to know of his existence. Theodore Nott Senior was even less of a good father, to both him and Theo. But Teddy's mother took on the responsibility of showing them what it is to be kind, loving and compassionate.
That all withered away upon her death when he was only eight years old. It broke him, but it broke little Theo even more to lose the only parent who ever cared for him. Over the years, the well-mannered, inquisitive little boy transitioned into a coldhearted, unfeeling person, but sometimes Mattheo wished that people saw him for who he truely was, instead of the person they painted because of who his father was.
It's the reason he feels so drawn to you, he summises.
Someone who should hate him, someone who should despise him for all that he is, looked past his carefully constructed armour and saw that broken boy within. He wondered how long that would last, when you found out how much of his facade was his true identity. In his eyes, Mattheo was a monster. A carbon copy of his father.
The vast dining room that he found himself seated in felt entirely too small. The atmosphere was ripe with anticipation as the Dark Lord himself stared down at them from his erected throne at the head of the table. Mattheo sat in the seat adjacent to him, as his 'right hand man'. Showing that he would never be anything more than a soldier to his father. Lucius Malfoy sat opposite him, Bellatrix Lestrange in the next seat as she nodded in rapt attention to whatever Voldemort was saying.
The doors to the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor swung open with a slow and menacing creak, inviting Draco to walk in, followed closely by Theo and Enzo.
This is the part of the holidays that Mattheo had been dreading the most.
"Thank you kindly for fetching me our guests, Draco. Please be seated boys, and let dinner be served." Voldemort's hand sweeped through the air and the three chairs beside Mattheo pushed out at their own accord; his friends took the seats wordlessly, Theo seating in the one opposite Bellatrix.
Shortly after, the family's house elves wordlessly clicked their fingers and a feast appeared before them all. Mattheo didn't touch a single piece of food on his plate. Neither did his three friends, his brothers. He was infinitely grateful that Blaise and Pansy were not here. He planned on maintaining that for as long as he possibly could.
After the food, some of which had barely been touched by the hoard of Death Eaters in attendance, had disappeared, Voldemort stood up, towering above them all like an angel of death.
"Now we indulge in my favourite part of the evening." he says, clapping his thin, boney hands together delicately. "Theodore, Lorenzo...please, join me."
He held out his hands, offering the 'stage' to his son's friends. Mattheo had to physically claw at the seat beneath him to refrain from stopping them as they obeyed. Theo's chest shook with uneven breathes and Enzo didn't dare look anyone in the eye. Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unprepared to watch his friends submit to the same fate.
"Who wants to go first?" Voldemort asked the two boys, his snake-like voice coated in something akin to excitement and glee. When neither boy spoke up, he slammed a hand to the table, causing everyone in near viscinity to flinch. A vision of pure psychotic rage paints the monster's face.
"Fine." he snapped. "Mattheo, my son, come up here please."
Mattheo schooled his features and locked any thoughts of his friends, of you, up tight. When he was within reach of his father, Voldemort caressed his shoulders, strong from years of relentless Quidditch training, and whispered, his voice a mere hiss as he spoke in the tongue that only the two of them, and Harry Potter could understand.
Choose. He whispered. Who will go first? Choose and I'll spare you my wrath later.
Mattheo didn't know what to do, he was crumbling in front of his father's loyalist of followers, who were snickering and whispering amongst themselves. The insurmountable feeling of guilt festered in his stomach, a sick feeling persisting in his gut. How could he subject any of his friends to this?
CHOOSE! Or I will hunt down anything you hold dear. That is a promise, boy.
He couldn't let his father know about you. He knew the moment he discovered your abilities, Voldemort would seek you out and trap you with no hope of escape and use you for his own power hungry means. He couldn't let that happen.
"I'll go first." Theo's voice broke through his inner turmoil and Voldemort's sinister smirk travelled to his best friend's face. Theo was masking his terror well, but Mattheo saw right through him. Enzo visibly sagged in relief, no matter how short lived it was. He straightened when Mattheo entered his mind.
Don't show weakness. It'll be over soon, I promise brother. I'm sorry.
He gave an almost imperceptible nod. His features schooled into masked indifference.
"Theodore, my boy." Voldemort crooned. "What a good example you set for our young recruits. So...eager." a dig at Draco, who was yet to make headway in his task. "Come."
He beckoned Theo with a single come-hither motion. Theo moved with poised grace and knelt before the Dark Lord, staring up at the creature with stoney eyes. "Just like your mother." he tutted, and Mattheo clenched his fists tightly, fury painting his veins in vibrant fire. "It's a shame, truely."
Voldemort took hold of Theodore's left arm with bruising force but did the opposite of what Mattheo expected. "Mattheo, come. Since you failed to choose, you will do the honours for me. Mark him."
He began to protest, but Fenrir Greyback was behind him in seconds, pushing him to the ground with brute force. He struggled and fought until his father held a hand that physically stopped the fight with his magic.
"I won't do it." Mattheo spat. "No."
Voldemort's head contorted the way a snake's would when agitated and he shot a singular curse at his son with no hesitation.
Mattheo writhed as the effects of the Cruciatus curse overtook all his senses. Consumed in his agony he failed to acknowledge the sound of his best friends' grunts and screams as their skin was branded with the skull and snake of the Dark Mark, identical to the one festering on his scarred left arm.
There was no saving them now.
But at least Blaise and Pansy were safe in their own manors, not privvy to the price he would eventually pay in exchange for their own freedom and safety.
~∞~
hope everyone had a lovely christmas and a happy nye🫶🏼 thought i'd give you a long chapter by delving into a mattheo pov ;)
i love my degree but sometimes psychology makes me want to rip out my hair🙃🙂
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𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔
pairing: fwb!james potter x reader
word count: 2.1k words
(18+ / contains sexual content - fingering)
you and james have no official title, you don't even know if you'd consider yourself friends but you makeout a lot. you're very different people, so different in fact, james is the the popular gryffindor chaser trouble-maker prankster, while you're completely opposite, not a trouble maker and definitely not popular or well known.
whenever james sees you he walks the other way, you'd be lying if you said a bit of you didn't hurt when it happened but it's not like you don't understand it, if james in public ever came up to you in front of your friends and started talking to you your friends would definitely have a lot of questions the difference is you don't walk the other way when you see him and pretend not to know he exists.
you come from completely different social circles yet you can't stay away from him. you know you probably should. none of your friends would understand it, to them they see the arrogant james potter who use to bully first years and sometimes you think it would be easier if you saw that too.
instead though you see the cocky james potter in class who borderlines on arrogant like it's a sport, always supporting a cocky grin or smirk to go along with it. you see the james potter that laughs so loud everyone looks at him and he doesn't even care that everyone's watching. james potter with all his messy black hair that he must never style and muscles from quidditch that you definitely haven't spent years admiring. james who half the time is out of breath running from or to something, still laughing and smiling, calling his friends stupid names and pushing the teachers patience. james who doesn't terrorise first years anymore but still has a bone to pick with anyone that hurts his friends or anyone who goes against all things he considers good. the james potter who kisses you like you're the only source of oxygen he has, james who compliments you every five seconds you're next to him and always puts a smile on your face.
you're on your way to potions when you're suddenly getting pulled into a tiny dark cupboard. before you can even scream and get your wand out you smell the familiar scent of petrichor and pine and broom polish and a scowl appears on your face as you turn around as much as you can in this small space to face your kidnapper. "i have potions potter, i'm going to be late."
"i haven't seen you in ages though." he whines and grabs hold of your hand holding it in his before lowering his voice, "i've missed you."
your face heats up at his words and his close proximity, "i really can't i have potions james. i really want slughorn to like me, i wanna get in the slug club."
james leans even closer to you so that you can feel his breath against your face and can feel the frames of his glasses slightly pressing against your forehead. "i know slughorn already likes you, lily told me. i'm sure you'll get invited. please," he puts his hand under your shirt and holds onto your soft waist and draws patterns on it with his callus thumb that he has from playing quidditch, "i need you."
you're so close to giving in. "of course evans would have told you that."
james moves his hands further up your body. "aw, you jealous love?" he teases with a smirk on his face.
"no potter, that would mean i'd actually have to care and i-" your sentence is cut off with a whimper when james reaches your breasts and gently circles around your nipple. "you're such a tease potter."
james looks down and you with hooded lust filled eyes before whispering in your eye, "yeah but you like it."
you refuse to answer and james grins, still playing with nipple. you push your body against him more trying to get more stimulation, you know what he wants, what he always wants. "please james," you whimper. you've feel like he's been doing this forever and you're on the edge of tears by now and you know he can do a lot worse, you hope he'll just give you what you want.
you start undoing the buttons on your shirt before he pushes your hands away and starts undoing it himself, "it's okay, i've got you." you know that his way of saying that he won't tease that, that he'll give you what you need, he feels kind of guilty for making you miss potions so he'll make it up to you. he wants you just as bad, even more. he places a delicate kiss of your shoulder, "missed you love."
after your shirt is off it starts getting heating. more heated than ever.
you're already cramped as is but james is pushing you against the wall and he's almost feral with how heavenly you feel against him. james is gripping your plush waist so hard that it'll bruise.
you would normal feel self conscious shirtless with a guy but with james that goes away as you get a confident boost when you see him fest his eyes on your body. his hands are placed on your love handles where he can feel your plush pudgy skin in his hands.
he's placing hickeys down your neck which is unspoken rule of you two not to do but right now you don't care and afterwards you find that makeup will cover them up anyway. it just feels so good and james desperately needs you to remember him. if you don't see each other for a couple weeks again he wants to make sure you know that he's the one that makes you feel good, a deterrent on any guy who comes close to you and a reminder of him every time you look in the mirror.
you're trying to be quiet, you have no idea if james casted a silencing spell but moans and groans and whimpers escape from your mouth every time his lips aren't pressed against yours, you're biting down on your own trying to keep from drawing attention.
james' face is buried in the crook of your neck, "god, you feel so soft. so fucking good." his breathing heavy like he's trying to control himself. you're getting fuzzy as he's kissing every inch of you and playing with your breasts.
"more," you breathily say, your pupils dilated and you're out of breath. james immediately stops and pulls away from you, causing you to whimper again from the loss of contact.
"what'd you say?" his voice hitches as he looks at you, trying to keep eye contact with you to make sure he's understanding. you've never gone further than this.
"please jamie." his gulps. he doesn't say anything for a moment, like he's frozen in time, he's contemplating something. you're about to ask him again, getting more needy.
"yeah. yeah. i can do that." he grins at you. "what'cha need love?" he doesn't know what to expect. he didn't expect some eloquent essay but he did expect some kind of full sentence.
he didn't get though, all he got was you holding his hand, "fingers." his eyes widen at your simple ask and he's so very close to having a heart attack or having his heart burst out of his chest, he didn't know which one, he couldn't tell.
"okay love, i've got you. need your skirt off, is that okay?" you hurriedly nod your head and james hopes that he's the only person who's ever made you feel like this.
he knows he doesn't really need your skirt down but he so desperately wanted to see all of you, he's never seen you completely naked before and he's close to drooling as your skirt pools to the floor and your thick chubby thighs are on display. he forgets what he was doing as he admires you, every inch of you, and god does he want to fuck your thighs. he shakes his head to get the idea out of his head as he feels you pull on his arm. he smiles sweetly at you before kissing you gently, you and james have never kissed like this before, you've never kissed anyone like this before, soft and gently, he's brushes your cheek with his thumb so delicately that it makes you need him more before he kisses you one more time.
james grazes his fingers over your knickers and blushes, "you're so wet." he says in awe.
"f' you," you whimper and look up at him.
he groans and pushes your underwear to the side. "pussy's so pretty love." he tells you while his fingers rub at your clit. you have no control over the noises that you're making at this point. he's complimenting your body while you're falling apart on his fingers.
you want more and james can tell by the way you grab hold tightly on his arm and at the same time his hair. you've always stayed away from touching his unruly hair, the main reason being that up close it looks so soft and you worry touching it would cross a boundary but now you're pulling his hair and scratching his arm without abandonment.
james coos at you, all the while his eyes are still wide and his breathing is just as heavy as yours. "i know love." he plunges two of his fingers in your pussy while still playing with your clit. james is kissing you all over and he couldn't help himself but bite one of your tits causing you to squeal which makes him chuckle.
he knows the signs, he's been with girls before so when you start clenching around his fingers he knew you were close, it makes him dizzy knowing that he's the one who's doing this to you and he unconsciously starts rutting his body against yours.
"jamie- i"
"i know love, let go for me."
everything went white and your knees gave way. you felt fuzzy. luckily james was there to catch you, and made sure you didn't fall down, when you blinked a few times and came back to reality james was still gripping onto your waist with a huge grin on his face.
"was that good?"
"shut up potter." you mumble while looking away from him.
james gleefully chuckles, "i'm going to take that as a yes."
you reluctantly look at him, "you know it was good, i don't want to inflate your huge ego more than it already is." his grin widens as he looks at you.
your eyebrows furrow and james goes into panic mode, "what's wrong? was that not okay? did you not want to do?" you press your finger against his lips. he calms down knowing that you're not angry because this is definitely not angry behaviour from you. once you ignored him for a whole month, even though he tried to talk to you so many times, because one of your friends was a victim to one of his pranks..
"you didn't... you know.." you say quietly, embarrassed that you acted so selfish.
his face heats up, "it's okay, if you hadn't finished when you did i'm sure i would have come in my boxers and god that would of been embarrassing."
you burst out laughing and james feels so much pride because of it. "you got to see me completely naked yet you still had your shirt and trousers on, that's completely unfair."
james smirks as he wonders if you want to see him naked just as much as he wanted to see you, "that's just how the world works love."
you cross your arms and pout, "next time, james."
james thinks he might die, did you just suggest that next time you'll return the favour.
he has to tell you. he has to tell you. i love you. i love you. i love you.
the bell rings.
"holy shit, i'm going to be late for herbology, i can't miss another class. see you later james."
you run out the door and the words die at the top of his tongue.
you haven't seen james in a week, you've both been busy. you successfully make it to potions today and you're brewing amortentia. you smell petrichor, pine and broom polish.
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By NEWTS & Nott | Theodore Nott
Synopsis: The stress from studying for your NEWT level classes has you spiraling into confusion from burnout, and perhaps, simultaneously inspiring a certain slytherin to approach you. But it was all a coincidence, right?
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Gryffindor!Reader
Notes: Cursing, Affection (oh my goodness). I love Theo. Like my mind is constantly just <3 Theo <3.
The gloom that permeated through the air was unusually suffocating. The grey clouds that scattered across the almost equally dull sky left little room for enthusiasm to float about. Many students were beginning to fall into the pattern of procrastinating on their essays, the notorious wave of burnout that swept through the student body every year was at its most unforgiving.
This year seemed almost worse than last year’s and you were sure it has already done a number on you. Hermione, ever the scholar, was amongst the very few who were managing fairly well for the most part. Your frizzy-haired friend was currently sitting across from you in the library, face buried in a book as she mumbled quietly, albeit furiously, about Harry’s sudden overwhelming success in Potions.
You yourself were quite impressed at Harry’s new penchant for the subject and you weren’t sure if his newfound success had anything to do with having a Potions professor who didn’t seem to loathe his existence or if he was suddenly gifted by mother magic with a potions mastery.
NEWT level classes were definitely proving to be a challenge for you, and your head was pounding from trying to make sense of the Runes assignment in front of you. You weren’t Hermione by any means, but you would consider yourself to be another top student in your year, having a particular talent for Transfiguration.
“‘Mione, maybe Harry just studied a little bit extra or something. Besides, it’s a great thing that he’s thriving, especially in potions. Merlin knows this spurn of success was needed given his previous record.”
The girl’s head shoots up at your words, eyebrows drawn in frustration, “But Y/N, it just doesn’t make any sense! I followed the instructions exactly! Harry said he did as well, so why are all of my potions off?”
Ah, ever the perfectionist.
As she continued her tangent, her voice began to slowly rise in volume before her last words were bouncing around the bookshelves and causing other students to turn towards you.
“Mione, please speak a little lower! And it doesn’t matter, you’re still the top student in a lot of the other classes anyway. Besides, Slughorn is still impressed with your work regardless, that Slug Club invitation is proof of it.” Your hushed whispers seemed to quell her and she nodded along, seeming to accept your encouragement. As if suddenly feeling the burning gazes being shot at the two of you, she quickly turned and apologized silently to everyone she disturbed.
As she turned back to the book in front of her, you slowly looked around to rest your eyes. As your gaze flitted to the table next to yours, your eyes widened as you made eye contact with a familiar slytherin.
Of course, it just happened to be him of all people.
Theodore Nott happened to be one of the very few students in your year who could match Hermione’s academic prowess. You remembered starkly him beating out Draco and Hermione in Charms and Runes last year, shocking your friend group immensely– Hermione most of all. He was often seen walking with Draco and Daphne Greengrass, but he kept to himself for the most part. Despite his quieter disposition, you heard his name whispered often by girls who were longing to gain his attention and affection.
And from the way he carried himself, it was obvious that Theodore Nott was an impressive wizard.
He also just so happened to be staring at you at the current moment, no doubt having been disturbed by Hermione moments earlier.
Slapping on an apologetic smile, you nod to him before turning back to your Runes assignment.
Nope. Not awkward at all.
Your heart was beating furiously in your chest and you were beginning to fear that its quickened pace would either cause you to pass out or be loud enough for him to hear. You had never really talked to the boy, only being able to recall moments of fleeting nods and awkward eye contact between the two of you.
Of course, that didn’t stop you from admiring his talents and his admittedly, above-average looks. You also appreciated his tendency to ignore people rather than berate and bully them like other slytherins in your year.
You were sure that he at least knew of you, if not due to your involvement in Harry’s circle, then due to your consistent residency at the top of the academic hierarchy.
And a little part of you did hope that he took notice of you, not that you’d ever admit it aloud.
–
The bags under your eyes could probably carry the weight of the troll you accidentally concussed in your first year, the unforgiving curriculum chipping away at the amount of rest you got every night.
The library was unusually empty that evening, allowing you to peacefully sigh and slam your head into your books without looking like a complete maniac. Moving your head from side to side to try and relieve the tension in your neck, you move to slap your hands over your cheeks.
After you were done waking yourself up, you drew your eyebrows together and began to tackle the large chunks of small text.
‘Often mistaken for each other, the words ehwaz and eihwaz have different meanings, partnership and defense, respectively.’
You were definitely not making much progress with your Ancient Runes work, and you were growing increasingly anxious about the upcoming exam as you could slowly feel yourself slipping in the class.
Feeling a prickle on your forehead, you shoot your gaze upwards and suppress a startled gasp as you lock eyes with an amused Theodore.
When did he get here? Wait, did you get here after him? If so, how did you not notice him until now?
Perhaps, your sleep deprivation was beginning to interfere with how you function. Your lapses in memory were concerning enough for you to think of reining in your hours of daily study. As you slowly close the textbook in front of you, you watch as Theodore’s eyes dart to observe your sluggish movements.
Clearly taking pity on your hunched form, he observes you for a few more moments before sliding over a sheet of parchment. Feeling your fingers twitch in suspicion, you carefully eye him before deciding that he wouldn’t try to blow you up or anything to that degree.
As you read through the paper, you feel your mouth part in shock as you realize that it was an organized chart of notes on the words you were struggling with. Theodore Nott had just given you his notes like it was the most casual thing in the world–and they were his nice notes too.
Feeling a smile pull at your lips, you shoot your head up to thank the boy, only to find the chair across from you vacant. Looking around your table, you’re only met with endless rows of bookshelves. You were left to your lonesome again, the paper in your hand being the only assurance that you hadn’t hallucinated your interaction with the quiet slytherin.
Quickly packing up your notes and books, you carefully slide Theodore’s notes into your folder as you exit the library, parting with a quick farewell to Madam Pince.
Briskly walking back to the Gryffindor common room, you shake off the strange interaction in favor of contemplating what a disaster your next Potions lesson is going to be. It was pretty formulaic by now with Harry finishing flawlessly, Hermione wandering out of the class with a lost look, Ron flying by the seat of his pants, and your constant thoughts of giving up and laying your head down.
Potions had transformed from a tense, strict environment to one of the most entertaining in a matter of just a single year. You respected Snape’s intellect and proclivity in Potions, but his prejudices diminished any inkling of passion you had for the subject.
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You were correct in your assumption that the class would go exactly how it always went. Currently, Ron’s cauldron was smoking up a cloud that put Seamus’ usual catastrophes to shame. As you ran your finger along the list of directions for the umpteenth time, you realized that you were missing a stem of Baneberries.
How you missed it, you could only ponder at another time. You were bustling about frantically, running on a couple hours of sleep, and feeling beside yourself.
Eyeing your cauldron, you estimated that you could probably run to the storage closet and nick the stem quickly without causing too much havoc by leaving it unattended. Moving from around your table, you quickly weaved around frustrated Gryffindors and confused Slytherins and towards the high shelves of glass jars in the back of the room.
You were getting dizzy from scanning the identical towers of jars, all the labels suddenly merging together.
Baneberries would be near the top since all the ingredients were sorted alphabetically. Looking around for the ladder, you jump out of your skin as you nearly bump into a sturdy figure behind you.
Holding your chest from the scare, you peer at the person only to be met with a familiar pair of amused eyes.
Sucking in a short breath at your luck, you shoot a sheepish smile at the boy, “Nott. Hello. I didn’t notice you there. Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush, I forgot one of my ingredients.”
Theodore raises an eyebrow at you before partially sidestepping you, reaching up towards a shelf behind you. You gaped as you realized he was crowding you against him and the shelf, unable to wiggle around the small gap he left.
Just as quickly as the awkward moment began, it ended, and Theodore was backing up and gingerly pushing a small stem of red and white berry clusters towards you.
Eyes widening in shock, you carefully grab the thin stem, accidentally pinching his cold fingers in the process, “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry. Er…but thank you, Nott. I should really go though, I think my cauldron might explode if I delay any further.”
Practically bouncing on the spot, you don’t wait to hear his response before you’re maneuvering around his figure and scurrying back to your table. Luckily, your potion was still boiling away and even looked salvageable.
“It’s perfect! That bright pink is spot on, very good Harry, my boy.” Slughorn’s jubilant voice carries around the classroom and you could see many students suppressing their groans at Harry finishing first and flawlessly, once again.
You purse your lips to contain your laughter as you see Hermione look more than mildly distressed before schooling her expression, shooting a small congratulatory smile at Harry.
What a proper mess.
Snorting quietly, you remove the stem from your berries and slowly add a few at a time, stirring the concoction three times counterclockwise. Unlike Harry’s tart pink potion, yours begins to melt into a magenta color, and you have half the mind to step back just as it gives a little rumble, a small puff of smoke shrouding over the circumference of the cauldron.
Safe to say, that is not what’s meant to happen.
Unsure whether to mourn your failed potion (once again) or not take it too seriously, you opt to just do both, and drop your chin into your hands, laughing dryly at your fate.
Quickly cleaning up around your work station, you risk a glance across the room and make eye contact with Theodore who looks vaguely entertained at your failed potion.
Later, Harry’s bottled potion is being presented by Slughorn at the front of the class, everybody gathering around in a semi-circle to see the result. As you shuffle from leg to leg, you feel a firm chest press lightly against your back. Before you could spin around on your heel, you sense their head moving towards your ear.
“You forgot to turn down your flame and add the stem of your Angel’s Trumpet.” Theodore’s whisper sends shivers down your spine and you have to cross your arms in order to stop yourself from physically reacting.
Turning your head slightly towards his face, you huff out in exasperation, “I’m not surprised, I was pretty much running around like a headless hippogriff.”
You wryly smile, becoming accustomed to classroom failures. Luckily, it seemed that the wave of burnout was finally letting up for a few weeks before your NEWTS, so you could catch up on sleep beforehand.
A breathy laugh leaves Theodore’s lips imperceptibly and you have to fight back the pleased grin threatening to pull at your face.
Soon, Slughorn was dismissing class and you were all free to head to the dining hall for lunch. Spinning to head back to grab your book bag, you shoot a small smile at Theodore, “Nice chat, Nott. Thanks again.”
Before you’re able to brush past him, he mutters a simple correction to you, “Theo.”
“Theo. See you around.”
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Your little exchange in potions doesn’t go unnoticed and before you could even stack up some potatoes on your plate, Hermione is dropping herself down next to you with a curious glint shining in her eyes.
Raising an eyebrow at her enthused expression, you’re unsure if you’re walking into a trap as you respond, “What’s up, ‘Mione?”
Hermione leans a little towards you before quietly whispering to you as if she was sharing a heartfelt secret, “You know what. I saw you and Nott during Potions.”
Craning your head back to look at her, you suppress the groan itching at your throat as you realize she had her mind set on getting information out of you.
“It’s nothing of that sort, ‘Mione. He was just giving me tips on my brew is all, apparently I forgot a key ingredient. I’m a proper mess and it seems to be catching the attention of other houses.” You breathe out quietly, beginning to push your food around on your plate.
Hermione grins like she knows something you don’t and replies with finality before scooping food onto her plate, “Well, he’s seated rather far away from us, don’t you agree? I wonder how he knew what you did wrong.”
Her words have you pausing as you straighten up in your seat, shooting your wide eyes to her satisfied face.
Sweet Merlin, she wasn’t called the brightest witch of your age for a half-hearted reason. In a way, you wanted to smack yourself for not realizing sooner despite how glaringly obvious it seems in hindsight.
How did he know what you did wrong?
–
It’s been a week since your potion incident with Theo, and you’ve been actively avoiding looking in his direction since that day. You absolutely would not focus on the boy, you couldn’t afford a crush, especially not one on one of the most eligible bachelors of your year.
Plus, a crush would be detrimental to your grades, and you had barely just recovered from your chronic sleep deprivation.
Unfortunately, your active avoidance of the boy only made him drift through your head more often. You even caught yourself writing his name mid-sentence while you were doing your Transfiguration essay.
At the current moment, you were sitting with your friends in the common room, listening to Harry rant about Draco, once again. It was entertaining, but you could feel Hermione shooting small glances at you from time to time, still remembering your incident with Theodore.
Crossing your arms, you finally speak up as Harry stops to catch his breath, “Harry, are you sure you’re not just interested in Malfoy? No one pays this much attention to someone without having a crush on them, I mean seriously, how do you even know how Draco likes his apples?”
Harry gapes at your words, fishing around for a logical rebuttal, but you can see how his eyes widen in realization. Ron seems plenty amused by Harry’s flailing and leans back like a satisfied wingman, even though you were the one who did all the mental gymnastics for Harry.
Hermione raises her eyebrows at your words, turning to face you before echoing your words quietly, “Yeah, no one pays that much attention to someone without it involving a crush.”
Shaking your head, you dismiss her insinuation, “It was one lesson, ‘Mione. I doubt he’s looking to court me or anything.”
Your words grab Harry and Ron’s attention and they suddenly lean over to you for an explanation. Raising your eyebrows in challenge, you successfully harden your resolve despite their puppy eyes.
Realizing that you were going to remain tight-lipped, Hermione decides to enlighten them, “A certain slytherin has taken interest in Y/N.”
“Oh please ‘Mione, I’m telling you that he’s just really observant and really good at potions.” Your last words catch a little in your throat.
Hermione grins like cheshire cat, having successfully roped you in, “Sure, and him giving you his nice notes was just a casual ordeal as well.”
Ron and Harry swing their heads back and forth between the two of you, eyes brimming with anticipation.
Ron seems to have reached the end of his patience and grabs hold of your forearms, shaking you playfully before exclaiming, “Well don’t just keep fighting, tell us who!”
Huffing in defeat, you dart your attention to the fireplace as you satiate their curiosity, “Theodore Nott.”
Harry falls back on the floor and releases a noise of surprise while Ron’s hands rip away from your arms and fly to his face.
“What? Is it that surprising?” Honestly, you were mildly insulted.
Harry is the first to speak, shaking his head reassuringly, “No, no, it’s just, you’re not considering it are you?”
Tilting your head, you’re quick to reply, “What do you mean? I mean I don’t consider it as a possibility, but what’s so wrong with Theo?”
Ron gapes in shock, “Theo?”
Hermione looks at the both of them sternly before turning to you, “I think what they’re trying to say is, Theodore might be bad news. I haven’t the faintest clue why they’d feel that way though.”
Shaking your head firmly, you shoot down their apprehension, “No way, he’s probably the most tame out of that friend group.”
The boys don’t look convinced, but Harry concedes with a quiet, “If you’re sure.”
Tired of the conversation, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your arms above your head, “Enough about me, it’s about time for dinner. Let’s head to the dining hall and talk about Harry’s crush on Draco.”
“It’s not a crush!”
—
It’s the very next morning after your conversation in the common room when something bizarre happens to you again. You had successfully evaded Theodore for a little over a week, and sometimes you could feel a pointed stare aimed at you.
As you’re pouring orange juice for yourself during breakfast, a letter drops in front of your plate as everyone gets their post. Confused by the envelope, you cast a charm to make sure it hasn’t been tampered with before picking it up.
There wasn’t a sender address on the envelope, but as you neatly tear it open and unfold the paper inside, you realize that you knew exactly who it was from.
The words were neatly written on the paper, and even without the letter’s content, you already recognized the penmanship.
Meet me after dinner tonight? Astronomy Tower.
Don’t worry, you’ll be back before curfew.
P.S. Do you need my notes again?
Unable to stop yourself, your head shoots up and towards the direction of Draco’s friend group. Immediately, your eyes lock with Theodore’s and he sends you a small smile, tilting his head subtly to ask for your answer.
Slowly nodding, you feel warmth flood your face as he breaks into a pleased grin and his eyes twinkle in victory. His expression catches the attention of his friends as they all immediately stop their conversation and follow Theodore’s gaze.
Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face as you’re suddenly under the scrutiny of the slytherin circle. Surprisingly, Draco doesn’t jeer at you but rather smirks at you ominously, but surprisingly not with malice. Blaise and Pansy look back at Theodore and whisper furiously, their words seemingly so obscene that it tears Theo’s gaze from you and to his smiling friends.
You weren’t sure if you should be worried. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully fold the letter back up and tuck it away into your book bag, keeping your head down for the rest of the meal.
–
Your day seems to pass by in a blur, and soon enough you’re rising out of your seat during dinner, eyes trailing to glance at Theo, whose attention darts to your rising form.
Harry raises his head to look at you in confusion, “You’re done eating already?”
Nodding quickly, you plaster on a reassuring smile to settle your nerves, “Yeah, I’m just going to go take a walk. I’ll meet you guys in the common room before curfew.”
Your friends bid you farewell and you pace out of the hall, seeing Theodore push his plate back out of the corner of your eye. Not ready to face him quite yet, you pick up the pace as you head towards the Astronomy Tower, head filled with racing thoughts.
As you enter the top tier of the tower, you walk towards the ledge to look at the sky, deciding to just leave the door open for Theo.
A few minutes pass before you hear footsteps approaching you, your shoulders tensing in anticipation.
Theodore slowly makes his way to stand next to you, resting one arm on the stone ledge and maneuvering his body to face you. Unable to face him just yet, you opt to break the silence first, “So, why did you want to meet with me?”
“I thought you would have figured it out by now. After all, you’re quite brilliant.” Amusement colors his tone, and you were sure he was smiling at you right now.
Feeling your brain lag at the sudden compliment, you turn your head and survey him with questioning eyes before finding your voice, “It’s not like you to do all this.”
His lips tug a little at your attention, “Like what?”
Turning your body to face him fully, you’re keenly aware of the warmth emanating from his body, “Like approaching people you’re unfamiliar with and giving them your notes. Asking them to meet up with you at night. Helping them with their potions. You’re not possessed are you?”
Theodore’s nose wrinkles in amusement as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider, “So you watch me too. But no, I’m not possessed. I think we both know what the deal is though.”
Dropping your shoulders as your nerves seem to turn to jelly, you release a shaky sigh, “Then, you like me too?”
Your eyes flit across his face quickly, watching his eyes widen slowly. Smiling at you in fondness, he carefully brings up his hand to cup your face, his cool rings soothing your burning cheek.
His thumb slowly brushes across your cheek and he steps closer to your figure, leaning to close the distance between your faces, but leaving just enough room to have you wanting more.
His gaze flickers between your lips and eyes, finally breaking through the silence that settled between the two of you, “Yes, I like you too. Have for a while.”
You can’t fight your smile, and Theodore seems to be unable to wait any longer, ducking his head further towards yours, “Tell me to stop if you’re not ready.”
Laughing breathlessly at his words, you bring your hands to rest behind his neck, tugging him closer to close the faint gap between your bodies, “Not a chance in hell.”
Theodore brings a hand to wrap around your body, quickly connecting your lips. His firm grip on you has you melting against him, and you’re sure that the world completely stopped in that moment, nerves running like fireworks in your body.
You both break apart for air, donning identical grins of bliss. Unwilling to let you stray too far, Theodore doesn’t loosen his hold and opts to softly nuzzle his nose against yours, occasionally planting kisses on your cheeks.
Rubbing circles on the back of his neck, you softly laugh as you suddenly remember something, “Hermione was actually the one who helped me realize that you liked me.”
Humming at your words, Theo only pauses briefly from kissing your face to answer, “Remind me to thank her.”
Smiling softly at his clinginess, you pull your head back to get a good look at him, “Didn’t realize you were the affectionate type.”
His eyes are hazy from bliss, and he cranes his head forward to try and bring you back to him before answering, “Hm, well the last week has been rough with you avoiding me. ‘M making up for it.”
Your laugh echoes around the room, urging Theodore to lean over to nip at your ear, “What’s so funny?”
Carding your fingers through his soft lock, you have a fleeting thought about curfew before you brush it aside to answer him, “Nothing much. Just didn’t think you would get pouty about it.”
Reeling back at your words, his mouth parts in playful shock, “I don’t pout, baby.”
“That’s good since we should get going before the prefects head out.” Your words are met with a loud groan and Theodore does the exact opposite of your suggestion, deciding to instead bury his face in your neck and cling onto you.
–
“Oh bugger off! He was being the biggest baby of the century all week long, ‘I don’t pout’, my arse.” Draco’s crude words have you dropping your mouth into your hands to muffle your laughter as Theo was left to gape at his friend’s words.
Pansy nods in agreement and grabs your free hand like a relieved mother, “Trust me, I don’t know what you see in him, but I’m so glad you’re here now.”
You beam brightly at the girl, coming to realize that your previous anxiety about meeting Theo’s friends was just a waste of energy–they were nothing like your presumptions.
“Happy to be here. I was honestly driving myself mad all week trying to avoid Theo.” You don’t miss the wounded look the boy throws at you as he begins to tug on your elbow to try and drag you away from his friends.
“Theo? I remember when I tried to call him that once in third year and he nearly incinerated me.” Blaise raises his eyebrows teasingly at your deflated boyfriend, unable to resist poking fun at his usually stoic friend.
Huffing a small laugh, you interlace your fingers with Theo’s before stepping back, “Dating privileges, Zabini. Now, it was nice talking with you guys, but Theo might die from embarrassment if we linger around.”
You barely manage to say your farewells to the group, before Theo is steering you away by your shoulders, muttering up a storm about his friends.
“Don’t be lax just yet, dear. You still have to talk with my friends, remember?” Your reminder has the boy straightening his posture, evidently unsure with how to approach making conversation with your capricious group.
“They’ll like me, right?” You nearly melt into a puddle at his words.
“Hermione? Yes. Harry? Maybe. Ron? Not a chance. But I like you, and that’s all that matters. Besides, Ron is too scared to incur Hermione’s wrath to threaten you, so he won’t try to hex you or anything.” Patting his chest reassuringly, you begin to drag him through the castle, set on finding your friends.
Smiling to yourself, you were sure that your sudden relationship with the slytherin would encourage your friends to confront their own crushes.
“Oh, I think I see them! Theo, you can’t get out of this with your puppy eyes, now come on!”
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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH38
Rip to these promising mages. I assume they will not survive this massacre.
IS that where her lungs and kidneys are? Because like. She's huge. Her entire body is behind her. Do you really think she'd keep her vital organs in the little human bulb on the front?
I mean, he has a point. What are you going to do? Fight off more hoardes of dragons?
oh noooo, Kabru.... too bad. That's so unfortunate.... anyway.
It's curious that Laios only got knocked away. He was just as likely to have had his head squished like a grape.
Guys, this is absolutely not the time to be concerned for her privacy.
Yes, queen. Free the tiddy. Murder everyone in this dungeon. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.
.......that's. One way to do that. I guess.
.......what's that rock about.
Oh, I see. That's convenient.
This guy dungeons! Maybe he even dragons.
So we got north (tallmen? dwarves?) and then the easterners.... and now the elves of the west?
He's going to give her to the Americans?! ಠ_ಠ
To be fair, at least they HAD a plan. And they executed it. It's more than you did. I don't mean to point fingers but... at least they... ya know... did something.
Kabru's like 'no, no, hang on, I need to hear what batshit fucked up thing this dude is going to say next, this is important'
Laios is so stressed he broke character.
Then again, maybe it's healthy to let them slug it out a bit. Get it out of their system.
It's true. They wore fitbits and everything.
...hey, hold on a second.
Now hold on a minute.
Damn, this is. Kind of even worse because. I guess I could have guessed that Toshi was just pretending to be polite, like you do. Cultural differences.
But the painful thing is, Laios doesn't seem surprised. He just seems resigned. He's been told before that he's difficult to get along with. To the extent that he doesn't even consider Marcille and Chillchuck his friends? Even though they arguably both care about him? But because Toshiro didn't bother to be deadpan about him being a bit odd at times, Laios thought it meant that was fine.
And that kinda hurts. Like damn. Laios just wanted to make a true connection. And I can't really blame Toshiro either, he was just trying to keep the peace but. Damn.
Free her! Let her do her illegal magics! She deserves it! （︶^︶）
Thoughts:
Senshi just being annoyed about that one last harpy looking for scraps.... like "shoo, this ain't the time"
That gnome seems genuinely nice. I'm sorry Falin squished his pet undyne.
Kabru hugging his..... mage? Girlfriend???? Seems very...one sided. Kinda feel bad for her.
Laios and Toshiro still going at it, I see. Get it allout, boys.
Uhhhhhhhhhh ninja girls.
Aww, doggo.
Last question: Where did the cat go?
Senshi: I can fix that.
Are you all worried because he's finally making sense?!?!
Laios and he punched their singular braincells into several new ones, it seems.
F./....Falin... please give the caterpillar some privacy........
My man, maybe lead with that............
I can't believe Marcille was potentially more forward about her feelings.......
"his pupils are dilated" yes, thank you sherlock. You've finally realized what everyone else who meets Laios feels almost immediately. he's a monster freak club card carrying member. Welcome.
p.....pubby......
As long as he was also inside the dungeon with them.... yes.
The issue with Kabru isn't that he isn't trying his best. It's that Laios isn't trying at all.
On a scale of one to Kabru, how badly do you react to being offered a food you don't want to eat?
......oh no. He's so pathetic it's funny. He's growing on me.
Absolute morons, the pair of them. Immovable object meets unstoppable force. The funniest combination ever. Ghost type and normal type pokemon, forever throwing moves at each other that will never hit. Laios thinking he's made a friend. Kabru just barely stopping himself from killing Laios. Best comedy pair. Tom and Jerry in a can.
Anyway. What a great manga.
#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi quick reacts#chekhov reads dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi liveblog#delicious in dungeon
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Theo Nott Headcannons/Information
Information:
•Theo was mentioned in the Harry Potter books (The Philosopher’s Stone, Order of the Phoenix).
•He is only referred to as ‘Nott’ during the sorting ceremony in book 1.
•He isn’t mentioned until book 5 as one of the only three students in the Care of Magical Creatures class who are able to see Thestrals, meaning that he had witnessed somebody die. He supposedly found it unpleasant as he watched one eat and he wasn’t fond of the creatures.
•His appearances in the books are described as ‘weedy’ and ‘stringy’ meaning that he is likely canonically tall and thinly built.
•It is unclear when he is born, but it is said that his father was an older or elderly man who had been previously involved with the Deatheater Army during the First Wizarding War.
•Theodore was mentioned by Hermione in 1996 as one of the group of Slytherin boys whose fathers had been outed as Deatheaters by the magazine ‘The Quibbler’. His reaction seemed to differ from his friends as his reaction was the only one which was not specifically threatening or negative, suggesting indifference.
•At the end of his Fifth Year, Theodore Nott Sr. was captured in the Department of Mysteries as a member of Deatheater forces who participated in a raid of the Department and was exposed as an escaped Deatheater.
•With his father in Azkaban and his mother seemingly dead, it is unspecified who cared for Theodore during the summer holidays.
•In sixth year, Theodore was not asked to attend the Slug Club due to his fathers involvement with the Dark Lord, this is because of Professor Slughorns inquiry about Theo’s family from Blaine Zabini, who was later invited to the Club.
•Theodore was one of the few students who progressed to N.E.W.T level Potions. They seemed to poke fun of Hermiones Blood-Status and were skeptical of the effects of Amorentia.
•He attended his Seventh year at Hogwarts and was treated well due to his Blood Status.
•At the Battle of Hogwarts, it is unclear whether he joined Voldemorts side or Evacuated, but since he is not shown or mentioned defecting to the Deatheaters before the Battle, we can assume that he didn’t end up fighting with the Deatheaters.
•It is also mentioned that he was later taken into custody for owning illegal Timeturners. We can infer from this that he could possibly have made them with dark magic, or he bought them for a hefty price. (Said in TCC, so possibly not Canon).
•Theo is mentioned to be very intelligent, but more of a Loner, since he didn’t participate in many groups like the one led by Draco Malfoy.
Headcannons:
•Theodore watched his mother die when he was young, leaving him in the sole care of his father, who was a cold and bitter man.
•Theo didn’t have many friends when he was younger except for Draco Malfoy, but he opened up slightly more at Hogwarts, though he still liked his alone time.
•He had a set path for him created by his father. He was supposed to work in the ministry and provide for a family, but Theo wanted to be a Potioneer like his uncle and much of his other family on his mother’s side.
•Theo’s mother left all of her belongings to him, and made sure that his father wouldn’t be able to take possession of any of it. In his inheritance, he gained a large portion of money and an estate in rural Italy.
•His mother was from Florence, Italy and was married to his father through an arranged marriage, where she suffered abuse from Theodore Nott Sr. She died slowly due to a failed suicide attempt.
•Theodore had trouble connecting with people because of his parent’s relationship and the things that he’d witnessed in his childhood. He feared becoming his father more than anything, so he did all that he could to prevent it from happening.
•He’d never had a real relationship and never would despite how many girls he’d slept with. He didn’t want a commitment.
•Despite how quiet he was, Theo was a very funny person and to his friends, he was often the life of the party
•Theo was prone to addiction and often used unhealthy coping mechanisms like smoking, drinking and drug use, though he only took drugs at parties.
•Much like Draco, Theo took the Dark Mark as a punishment for his father’s mistakes, not out of willingness. He received it a week after his fifteenth birthday and struggled to adjust.
•He was 6’2” feet tall
•He tanned very nicely in the summer, leaving him with smooth, olive skin just like his mother’s.
•During the Battle of Hogwarts, Theo ran away with Blaise Zabini, purely because he wanted to avoid fighting people that he’d previously called friends.
•As his life went on, Theo learned from his mistakes and prejudices and slowly but surely became a better person. He was clean by the time he was 20.
•As a request from the Dark Lord, Theo created a Timeturner for him. But since he’d learned how to do it, he created more and gifted one to the Malfoy Family and kept one for himself. He didn’t use it to change the past, but he’d travel back to his old house to watch his past, specifically, to watch his mother, trying to piece together parts of her life and his. It was the only way of truly knowing and remembering her because he was so young when she died.
•Theo died before he turned 30, ending the Nott family line. He’d died alone after taking his own life to avoid being sent to Azkaban for his possession of illegal Timeturners.
•He lived a life of longing for love without receiving it. Secretly, he wished for a loving relationship and a family, but he didn’t want to repeat the cycle of abuse that he was trapped in. He felt that his family line didn’t deserve to be continued, he felt that he was atoning for their sins by ending it.
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Ghost Love
Pairing: Regulus Black + Potter!reader
Word count: 1783
Summary: You have the ability to talk and see ghosts
Warnings: angst, age gap but not really, kissing
Part 2
Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.
an: this was inspired by someone here on tumblr who is called or used to be called vampirestookmydoubts, but I really couldn't find the account to tag them, so if anyone does know what happened to their account lmk please!
“It’s completely insane! He still does it, does he not get bored?” Regulus asked you as you both looked at Professor Slughorn. He was once again drunk in one of his Slug Club dinners. This was the last dinner before the Christmas party and Christmas break.
You shook your head at the drunk teacher with a small chuckle. You didn’t turn to look at Regulus knowing that it would make your look weird, “Yeah. He did that too? You know, when you were well-” You trailed off, always so cautious not to mention death to any of them. Some were sensitive but others didn’t quite care like Regulus, “So what I died? Can’t change that now, can I?” He would always say that.
He rolled his eyes “I don’t care by the way so what I-” He started saying his usual phrase but you rolled your eyes and continued to say the sentence with him “Died? Can’t change that now,-” He raised his eyebrows looking at you when you both spoke in unison. “... Can I?”
“You say that a lot.” You say finally looking at him with a smirk. Your heart fluttered when you did.
“As you so graciously care to remind me. Not all of us cry when you mention that we died. Not like Fred who balled his eyes out-” He rolled his eyes.
“... now, now. Reggie. Just because you didn’t have someone to cry over you doesn’t mean you should go all salty on us.” Fred said, going through the wall towards you.
“Fred you’re back!” You said with a smile that he returned. “So tell me all the updates.” You added and you refrained from trying to hug him. You embarrassed yourself by trying to do that on several occasions before and you had to endure other people’s laughter when you went through air. Fred started to tell you about George and the rest of his family. You had intended to switch the subject quickly knowing that Fred dying wasn’t the thing that affected him but rather what his death caused for his family.
You shot Regulus a glare while he just shrugged. You listened to Fred intently as he talked about George and the rest of his family. Your family as well. You laughed at how your uncle Ron still gets mad at Harry when he kisses Ginny. It was a gift you had, no one knew about it except for your ghost friends. You had the ability to see Ghosts, only specific ones of course; the ones who chose for you to see them or just the ones that are there -it depends-.
You first saw Fred at Christmas six years ago, you screamed and shouted at seeing the man you saw in many family photos; in full color, going through a wall and sitting casually beside his twin. When your mom -Ginny- calmed you down and put you to bed, Fred came in to check on you -as he would with any normal family member- and then you talked to him. He was the first ghost you have seen.
The ghost you spent most time with is Regulus. He was your best friend despite the major difference. As you talked animatedly to Fred, he watched you fondly. He saw a girl looking at you weirdly because of the ‘air talking’. So he walked near her and made her punch fall on the floor, so he can grab her attention away from you. He knew how badly you took the ghost thing, you were happy so happy about it. However when you came to Hogwarts people noticed your weird actions and made fun of you for it. He made sure it didn’t happen again.
The party was loud and crowded so he wasn’t worried that someone might notice you, but every so often someone would look at you and scoff or laugh; and he made sure to take care of that. He watched you cry so hard and his heart clenched each time.
His thoughts came back to why he even had to do that in the first place. He was happy for you, you could speak to all your dead relatives and get to know them; but it was so hard for him. At first he watched you from afar curious by why you would do certain things, but as you grew older he started to gain feelings. You were 16 and he was 18. It wasn’t that big of a difference. -excluding the obvious over 55 year age gap-
His heart hurt and when you laughed at something that Fred said, his heart gained a burning feeling. He fumed at how absurd this is and he left the party for the nearest wall. Fred was a ghost, he was a ghost, there’s no way for either of them to be with you so why was he acting like this. Even so Fred owned a joke shop, he made people laugh for a living. So, why was he acting like this?
He sat down in the astronomy tower, he didn’t notice how far his feet took him with his thoughts on the run. He sat on the floor and rubbed his face with both his palms, sighing deeply. Wasn’t there supposed to be no hurt after death? Then what was he feeling?
Reuniting with his brother was the only good thing he could seem to come up with from being a ghost. Meeting you could’ve been the highlight of his entire being but why did it have to be under these circumstances?
“I thought you’d be here.” You said standing a couple feet away from him. Regulus always chose to walk instead of float like other ghosts do. James and Fred always floated so they could twirl and flip in the air as much as they pleased.
The ghosts always appeared in full color to you unlike ghosts who were visible to everyone like Sir Nicholas who was between black and white or transparent. Sometimes you would see him and your heart would soar seeing him real in front of you but then you’d remember and your heart would plummet going straight to the core of the earth.
“It’s a shame I told you.” He refused to look at you. You pressed your lights together tightly as you bound your hands together and you sat beside him. “Well it’s a shame you told me then.”
You looked at his side profile. Merlin! Everything about him is perfect, you thought. Especially with the moonlight illuminating his sharp features and his grey eyes reflecting the stars. It made it look like he had stars in his eyes. Feeling a restricting feeling in your chest you looked away and let out a small chuckle “You made it so dramatic too.”
You switched your voice in a poor imitation of his in a much deeper tone and mimicked, “I used to come here almost every night just to look the stars and think”
You laughed and he matched you shaking his head fondly at you. “You always use that big brain of yours too much.” You smiled at the end of your sentence.
“Why’d you leave?” you asked meekly. Most of your questions resulted in deep conversations with him, it seemed as if the more you got to know him, the more there was to learn about him.
He sighed and he shrugged his shoulders. “Hands.” Regulus ordered, and you obeyed. You turned your entire body to him and you placed both your hands -face down- in front of you. You crossed your feet under you and he did the same. He repeated your action and he placed both his hands on top of yours. He sucked in a deep breath and moved his hands from the top of your hands to the bottom. He watched as his hands went through yours.
He repeated the action for as long as it took for the message to sink in. He created this thing as a cruel reminder to what is real and what isn’t, for what could happen and what couldn’t. It was a cruel that he couldn’t be with you. He did it whenever he felt his heart give him hope because the heart will come up with whatever it wants just so it can numb it’s pain.
In his head, inevitably you will fall in love with someone and he’ll have to watch so why not just get over his feelings now. He pulled his hands away from yours and rested them on his lap. His heart now hurts but at least it now can’t fog up his mind with false hope. The universe always gave him the bad cards, he thought all the bad events that could’ve happened, happened because he died. However there were two cards that he still hadn’t been dealt yet when he died; a good one, you and a bad one, that he can’t be with you.
“I still don’t get why you do that.” you commented eyebrows furrowed as you put down your hands. Whenever you asked he would just say ‘70s’ thing and you would roll your eyes and let it slide. This time felt different though as if he was trying to break himself, and you knew you wouldn’t get an answer.
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING DOWN HERE WHEN THE PARTY IS DOWN THERE?” James said as he barged into the astronomy tower, Sirius and Remus following behind. Sirius ruffled regulus’ brother and you waved hello to all of them.
“What are you doing up here?” Remus asked. You had bonded with the former werewolf by opening books for him. While he could create small gusts of wind he couldn’t change anything major like opening a book though you wouldn’t consider opening a book a major thing.
“Snogging of course.” Sirius said, as he fake tutted. I wish, you thought. You laughed at his suggestion, but James went to Regulus and pinched his cheeks. “Of course not, they’re just babies.” Regulus swatted his hands away. As if James would let you come near a 20 foot radius from any guy when you’re his granddaughter.
You let out something between a scoff and a chuckle as you said “Babies my ass.” Remus shook his head and said “Language!”
You stood up trying to be at the same height as him but you failed miserably and you said “As if I didn’t learn all my swear words from you.” Remus opened his mouth before he could protest, Sirius placed his lips on his and said “She’s right, moony.”
Regulus grimaced at his brother kissing another person as any sibling would and James said “Oh! look and prude too!”
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~ Three's A Crowd - E.P ~
summary: Emily sees to attract some unexpected attention while at the club observing Viper. (4x09)
pairing: Y/N x Emily Prentiss
warnings: dickhead men
word count: 1,422
a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!
Master-List - Prompts
Even though Emily had definitely dated people worse than Viper that didn't mean she enjoyed the idea of putting on a show to get some information, there was also the fact that he could be the very unsub they were hunting. If she was going, to be honest, she didn't think he was the unsub just based on his intelligence alone, but any information he could give about his tactics would more likely than not help them catch him. Now here she was a tight dress, skinny heels, and, thankfully, a friend. She felt a lot safer that Jordan was allowed to join, but for the plan to work Viper had to see Emily alone before he approached. It took less than 5 minutes for Viper to notice she was there, completely unaware that someone else had noticed her too. Viper took the bait and sauntered over to Emily opening his arms almost like he was presenting himself.
"This is a nice surprise." His voice felt like slug slime to Emily's ears but the smile had to remain on her face long enough for Jordan to return. Viper took some of his drink on his finger and sucked the liquid off, it was a horrible attempt to be seductive.
"Well, the Atlanta P.D. and the FBI and combing all the bars you go to, and it looks like I pulled the short straw," Emily says shrugging her shoulders and keeping her voice high enough that he might take it as she's interested.
"Lucky me, then," Viper says shaking his head and smirking.
"So, why do you do it?" Emily says playing with her hair and making sure she's constantly looking up at him. Viper uses this moment to cock his head to the side studying her language, unaware she's doing it on purpose, "Why do you teach guys how to be someone they're not?"
"Because it's a game," Viper explains shaking his head and trying to shake off Emily's comment as if it didn't offend him, "One I'm good at. And I want to help other guys get good at it too." Emily's gaze had wandered just to the right of Viper. He knew he had to pretend that it didn't bother him to keep her attention.
"So affection, sex, emotional commitment that's all just for fun huh?" Emily knew that was this guy stood for was disgusting with the language he uses but she couldn't pretend like she didn't follow all the magazine guides on 'How to attract a man.'
"No, the fun is in the initial spark. It's that thing a guy does in the first five seconds that makes you go, "him." Viper clicked his fingers as he finished his sentence to give it the extra flair he always added. However, as he did that another body joined the table right next to Emily. It was another woman, one that neither of them knew. She was stunning, and in the first few seconds of her and Emily catching eyes, Emily almost understood what Viper was saying.
"Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to come to compliment you on your dress!" The mystery woman says placing her hand on Emily's arms and then letting them fall and graze her hips. She took this as a way to face Emily alone and did the face woman commonly do in clubs. The good faithful 'are you ok?' eyebrow raise, subtle yet universally known. Emily did a slow nod letting her eyes close, almost like a cat slowly blinking at you. With that the woman let her body language relax as she settled into a smile.
"Well my name is Y/N L/N, and you are?" Y/N says very obviously facing Emily.
"My name is Viper," It was almost like he was announcing it like he wanted them to notice he was still there considering both of their bodies had turned to face each other. "I must say I love that hairstyle you have! Very different and not one most men would go for but on you, stunning!" Emily knew what he was doing, seeing Reid do the very thing earlier. Emily couldn't guess how Y/N would react to the comment considering she only came over to make sure Emily was safe and now she's being insulted as part of some creeps game.
"Advice on how to attract men is truly the last thing I need so don't stress yourself over it," Y/N said turning her face to talk to Viper but keeping the rest of her body faced towards Emily, then she spun her head back to Emily, "I never got YOUR name"
"Emily, Emily Prentiss." Emily smiled for real for the first time this evening and it felt wonderful, even though she knew it had to end whenever Jordan returned.
"Nice to meet you, Emily." Y/N let her name roll off her tongue almost as if she was hanging on to the last syllable, "Well if you'll both excuse me you know what they say, three's a crowd so if everything is good I'll take my leave." Y/N nodded to both of them letting her gaze settle on Emily for longer. Viper nodded and pulled his lips into a straight line trying to show Y/N that she was getting in the way of something important. As she began to walk away Emily stuck her hand out to grab her arm.
"Before you go," Emily said turning around to grab her purse and pull out her wallet, "Here is my card, you have to message me where you got that dress from, stunning." Emily had never been forward with someone before and frankly, everyone knew when she said 'stunning' she wasn't talking about the dress.
"Oh wow FBI. Well then Agent Prentiss, if you're in town much longer I could take you to the shop myself. See you around." Y/N said smirking when she said, agent. Emily felt some tingle shoot up her spine when she heard it. As Y/N walked away looking at the card Jordan Todd walked back to the table looking between Y/N and Emily confused. Emily decided it best not to mention anything, maybe she would forget and the team wouldn't end up finding out.
She was wrong of course. It was too quiet in the room for her liking, everyone was supposed to be figuring out how the unsub knew Vanessa and how she was his 'Queen Bee' until Emily realized no one in the room was making a sound. Then she looked up at 4 different people staring at her.
"What?" Emily said leaning back in her chair and letting her sentence run on for a moment.
"Anything you want to tell us?" Morgan said leaning forward in his chair. He didn't look stern, almost like he was attempting to hold in a laugh.
"I told you everything Viper told me." She said standing up to grab another cup of coffee.
"Anything ELSE you want to tell us?" Morgan pressed on. At that moment Emily had no idea what he was going on about, it didn't even cross her mind. All she knew was that Morgan, Reid, Rossi, and Penelope (even though she was on a screen her stare felt the strongest hilariously) were pressing for some sort of information. Then Jordan walked in and her gaze shifted between the group and Emily and almost like a light switch Emily knew what she meant. Jordan had let slip to someone about what she saw while standing at the bar.
"There's nothing to tell any of you," Emily said sitting back down at the folder she'd left.
"Oh really?" Rossi said raising an eyebrow, now he wasn't one to normally instigate anything but he couldn't deny how funny he thought the situation was.
"Someone came over to see if I was ok with Viper, she was nice so I gave her my number because I wanted to know where she got her dress from." Emily shrugged her shoulders trying to blow off the whole situation like it was nothing, but she could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks thinking about the whole situation.
"And did she?" Penelope said leaning so close to the camera it was like she was about to crawl through it.
"We've arranged to meet for coffee and she's going to take me to the shop." She used the opportunity to sip her coffee making sure her cheeks were covered. She knew nobody was going to let this go for a long time.
#criminal minds#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fluff#emily prentiss fic#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss x y/n
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ok I've been incredibly glum lately (lol understatement) and I am also procrastinating my outrageously overwhelming to do list at the moment, so I thought: I'm going to post a TLE2 snippet because why the heck not. I'm still working on the chapter so I still don't know when the whole thing will get posted, but here, have some chapter 50 drama.
Excerpt from TLE2, Chapter 50: What Tangled Webs
“I don’t like it,” said James for about the hundredth time as they made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Sirius had insisted on waiting in the common room for his one true love, Lily Evans, Remus had insisted on waiting with Sirius so as not to subject Lily to Sirius unsupervised, and James had insisted on waiting for absolutely no one and getting the hell out of there as fast as his feet could carry him — so it was just the two of them, James and Peter, briskly descending the stairs of one of their many shortcuts. Peter was actually rather pleased by the arrangement. He didn’t get much one-on-one time with James these days, not that he ever got much before, but still. It was nice — even if James spent the whole walk complaining about Sirius’s scheme.
“I don’t like it. I don’t like lying. I’m no good at it. I haven’t the constitution for it.”
Peter, who recalled quite clearly watching James easily lie his face off to the Headmaster last year about Sirius’s would-be homicide, felt this was a bit rich. “You lie all the time.”
James looked properly offended. “I do not! Who am I lying to?”
“Teachers, Madam Pomfrey, you know…Marauder stuff.”
“Oh, that doesn’t count. I mean really lying. To my friends. To my girlfriend. Merlin, I hate this. I hate lying to Florence, and now I have yet another thing I have to lie about!”
“What else are you lying to her about?” asked Peter curiously.
“Nothing.” Was it his imagination, or did James go slightly pink? “Just — you know. Marauder stuff. Sneaking out on the full moons, skipping Slug Club dinners and saying it’s for detentions, that sort of thing.” A deep sigh, a heave of shoulders. “Why is everything so bloody difficult?”
“By everything, do you mean girls?”
“Yeah.”
“Search me.”
James cast him a sidelong look. “You and Winnie. How’s that going? Flor mentioned you were in a — er — ‘open relationship’ now.”
“That’s right,” said Peter, though internally he was cringing.
“What is that, exactly?”
“It’s where you can snog multiple girls at the same time.”
James appeared taken aback. “You can do that?”
“Sure.”
“And…are you? Snogging multiple girls?”
The secret to lying, Peter had learned over the years, was not to follow a lie too far. “I might,” he said with a noncommittal shrug. “If I feel like it.”
James considered this for the pace of seven stairs. “I don’t think I’d like that,” he muttered, more to himself than to Peter, it seemed.
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If you had to rank the core 7 canon books how would you order them?
Goblet of Fire my beloved <3 (tournament arc my beloved. yule ball my beloved dragons and mermaids and riddles my beloved viktor krum fleur delacour cedric diggory my beloveds QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP my beloved. real costs of war my beloved. the start of the actual story of harry potter and that's a hill I will dig my grave in.)
Prisoner of Azkaban (murder mystery + marauders lore + last real self-contained adventure novel in the series, also introduces the patronus mechanic, sirius black, remus lupin, etc. fun fact when i was growing up POA was the one book in the series I didn't own so I've read it the fewest times of any book and it STILL clears.)
Order of the Phoenix (what if your friend group were all members of a secret underground martial arts association with the goal of Sticking It To The Man? would that not be the coolest? and legions of us answered powerfully: Yea, it would be The Fucking Coolest. has the most convoluted plot of any of the books and it drags like hell at some points but it's also a really cool dive into character psychology and it's the first time it actually feels like our heroes can lose.)
Half-Blood Prince (by far the darkest book in the story, includes the much-awaited Tom Riddle backstory and finally sets up the lynchpin of the climax via the horcrux mechanic; Draco finally gets something approximating an arc, or like, basic three-dimensionality; the Slug Club is a delicious POV into what Slytherin could be/can be/actually is, culturally speaking; but I'm not a huge fan of Harry's plot with Dumbledore, and it means most of the D.A. from Book 5 are left with not a whole lot to do besides sit around and talk to Harry like videogame NPCs— including, most egregiously, Ron and Hermione, neither of whom seem all that enthused about the author's decision that they ought to kiss.)
Deathly Hallows: I just wouldn't make most of the decisions this book makes with respect to about how to end the series, and I've had a long time to come to peace with that. It's a fun, well-written Quest story, but it's not about the things I'd like it to be about.
Philosopher's Stone: this is a children's book. That's not the book's fault, it's perfectly clear about what it is, but I'm not going to enjoy it as much as books written with older readers in mind. It's also pretty woozy about the magic system, which bugs me, especially when the book breaks established rules from later in the series.
Chamber of Secrets: I don't not enjoy Chamber of Secrets, but in addition to being a children's book, the tone problem kind of drives me up the wall. It's a horror premise (serial killer on the loose in a Gothic castle, girl being possessed by a demon, self-abusing slave chasing Harry around trying to break his bones) and it's written like children's fantasy (i.e. the tone's very flippant and arch and British humor about everything). If the plot of this book and Half-Blood Prince switched places, both would rank much higher.
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Will You Be Mine?
So @terrovaniadorm send me a request. I'm not doing that request. I can do better.
Keres felt their legs ache as they sat down, running around the school being Crowley's carrier pigeon and in heels too. But now it was lunch thus a half hour to relax and catch their breath. Around them other students mingled in their friend groups or headed off to check on their club activities, seemingly ignoring the third year as they shuffled through their bag. That was fine, they're used to being a part of the crowd and keeping low. They liked it that way. Peace, quiet, for now. As they eat their croissant they go over the upcoming work. Clean Crowley's office, sort through papers, make his coffee if they have time and check on the Ramshackle students as Melanie asked for some extra money to buy groceries. They know that the headmaster has a set allowance for them but they could sneak in a little more. Anything for a friend. However they failed to noticed someone creeping behind them, a figure from the shadows moving like a cat until......
Little bunny~" Keres let out a near scream, running like a rabbit. Fuck! Not him, anyone but him. Pagkala, the man in question snickered as they look at him over their shoulder with a face that screams they're soooo glad to see him. "What do you want?" Keres said trying to keep calm and not slug him in the face, not yet. "Really now? That's how you treat your loved ones?" They scowled. "You're the last thing from that. Go away" They watched him put his hand to his chest and stumbled back, fake acting like he's in pain. "Awwww little bunny you're so mean~ And I came all this way to give you something." Keres cocked their brow as he dug into his pocket. "Just a little treat." It was movie tickets. Keres quickly snatches one of them still glaring at him before looking down. 'My Boyfriend is a Psycho!' the newest slasher romance movie......and it's apparently really good. He watched them start to grow red, clutching their ticket as he smirks under his mask. "So? You wanna go?" Keres started to sweat under his gaze. On one hand they really want to go......but it's Pagkala......but he is kinda attractive. They tried to get a word out but-
"Keres!!" The two looked over, Keres in shock and Pagkala in annoyance as a certain Royal Sword student ran over. "J- James?!?" They nearly screamed as their heart almost jumps out of their chest. In his hands were......gifts. A bouquet of red, white and black roses in one while a large plush cat holding a heart in the other. "What do you want dog?" Kala forced back a snarl but his tone was hostile. James ignored him as he approached Keres with a gentle smile. "I uh....wanted to give you these. J- Just to show my appreciation." Their heart skipped five whole beats. Them? They couldn't really say no so they accepted the gifts, not noticing the bestiore's grip tighten. "I was also wondering, do you...want to go to dinner tonight? I know a good place and I can walk you ba-" Keres's hairs stood on end as Kala put his hand around their shoulder.
"Sorry but we have a date tonight~ So piss off nerd." James was taken aback as the two boys glared at each other. The mental and possibly physical brawl about to go down before the red head shook their head. "I am not going on a date with you! We're not even a thing!!" Kala stared at them with a twinkle in his eyes. "But you do like me right?" A choked squawk left them as they looked away, holding their gifts close. "W- Well......." In truth they liked the two of them a lot but like hell they're going to say it. They thought this would ever, this is a dream. Yeah that's it. One big crazy dream. They're gonna wake up and it'll be all over, never to be thought about again. "Well then, what's going on here?" Fuck. No no no no no no no literally anyone but her. Now heads were turning, everyone's gaze was on the queen herself. Regina von Vinter walking towards them. Accompanied by a small platoon of bodyguards as she tap her gloved finger to her cheek. "I suspected you'd be here but I wasn't expecting company." Her words as stern as usually as Keres begins to mentally scream. "I- It's nothing!! Nothing at all!!" Kala and James watched as she coughed, acting as if Keres was the only one there. "It's not a problem but I do have something for you." Before they could even ask she snapped her fingers. Suddenly the guards pulled from behind presents. White boxes in many different sizes and wrapped in royal blue blows, some were clear and filled with desserts, all were clearly expensive and likely costed more then both Night Raven and Royal Sword. Keres just stood there, their soul ready to leave their body and into the pits of hell as Regina starts to flutter. "I....was hoping you would be my plus one to a charity gala but if not....I'm free to do whatever you'd please today." This................is not real.
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Disc World Book Club Thoughts- Monstrous Regiment
Pages 33-62
Hey @anna-neko, and uh anyone who's still following this... haaaa remember this....
Anyways, ha! Me when I lie!!!! Look, the end of the semester started kicking full gear and then holidays but I'M BACK(what I always say, but I swear I mean it this time!) Ugh, as I keep reiterating in this series, reading hard for me, not because of the act of reading in itself, but the motivation it requires for me to stay focused long enough on a book to actually finish it. In the past I was using the the audio book for quick 5-20 minutes stints, but I was mostly doing the combo of audio+book because I want to process everything. Anyway, I made the executive decision to treat this book like a podcast which means I am missing more little details BUT it has made getting through the book easier. That sounds like the book is a slug to get through, and that's not true, I'm really enjoying this book. It's just, getting my brain to actually start reading is a hassle and a half. I've gotten through an hour of book in a week though, so that's pretty exciting!
Anyway, onto scatter book thoughts as I was having them!
YOOOOO SOMEONE'S PREGOOO
Yah you spoiled that to but I finally got that point! Also, I forgotten WHO it was but was SHUFTI
Actually we have a small problem where I just can't remember half of the casts names so ESPECIALLY their last names, but me as of 1/8/2024 has written their full names down so hopefull I'll remember now. Also I read Blouse's fanwiki cause I forgot who he was and spoiled myself a little but nothing too serious I don't think. Oopsies! Anyways, I have their names written down so no more confusion!
EYOOO STRAPPI'S A COWARD AND THEY'RE GONNA FIGHT IN THE FRONT LINES
The way I was thinking "Polly's crossdressing!" like no, she's literally just being her normal gender!!!!! We love a girl crossdressing as a guy crossdressing as a girl.
In all seriousness, I really enjoyed that whole sequnce of her beating up guys crossdressing as a girl, and the Maldict joining her and the whole Jackrum taking the as prisoners and talking to them. Just a fun section of the book I really enjoyed. I love Polly and Maladict's friendship! It's so fun, and they got great chemistry
Also, interesting how the whole thing is that men go to war cause they're strong and stuff, but the first enemies Polly fights, she does as a girl. Idk just neat!
Also I've already mentioned this, but I'm obbssed with Polly as a character, she's so interesting because she's so judgy of the others. And she's the epitome of the "I can tell crowd."(looks at her being surprised that Tonker's a girl) Obviously, she's not doing it for transphobia reasons, but it's facinating to me how her stress of getting caught and stuff leads to her being overly critical of how the other girls are trying to pass. Like, Lofti got caught for saying "sugar" but Polly caught herself not cursing either, also I think she starts making the active effort to curse more after that. Just interesting how she adds on her act of being a guy with everyone else's mistakes.
American moment: Me learning bugger is vulgar?????
YOO THEY'RE REVALING THEMSELVES!!! I thought Maladict was included in that, but I guess not cause she was interrupted.
Also I think???? Jackrum is openinly showing he knows???(lets be real he knows they're girls). He refered to them as ladies but then used he/him for Polly, so I'm kinda confused on that front, but I'll just wait for a scene will clarify that for me
Also learning they’re reasons for joing are all pretty interesting!
Anyways this quote was cool (quote bellow)
It was for the other one, the little lesson that life sometimes rams home with a stick: you are not the only one watching the world, other people are also people, while you watch them they watch you, and they think about you while you think about them. The world isn't just about you.
OH DEATH MENTION!!!! This is a war book so he'll probably appear in this book. Obviously I don't want any of the characters to die, but I've heard GREAT things about Death, so I'm excited to meet him!(hopefully is a near-death moment and not a real death moment, but lets face it, someone's gonna have to die)
They're cutting to Vimes and stuff, and they're defineitly some "wink wink" "nudge nudge" moements that I'm missing, not to say that I'm not understanding anything, but I can just tell I'm in the know, you know. That being said, the sections with Vimes are pretty intresting and Angua seems pretty cool.
Also idk why but "bitch" caught me off gaurd??? Apparently they've been cursing and shit thorughout the book but bitch is the first curse word that actually means something to me. I'm sure they've said some other curse words that I recognize but I stopped reading the books for a couple a months. Also I have the mouth of a sailor, so it's not like a care, I guess I'm just confused that it surprised me. Also, Polly herself said she doesn't curse much so that probably means that the curse was light in the book since it's in her POV(also, curse words like "damn, bastard, etc. mean nothing to me")
Also I don't know how elaborate on this besides, "Wow, this is totally not a commentary on how British people view Christianity and the royal family!"
[insert pic]
Yah yah, jokes aside, I grew up agnostic and in the US, so not much to say beside monarchy bad(hot take am I right) Tho, tbh even the obvious connection is the royal family, man sometimes to does seems like certain groups worship politicians on a religious level. Also, there is smoothing to be said about a lot of manipulation tactics of authoritarian governments is the whole 'make them have problems' and then say, "I am the solutions to all your problems." And so with all the abominations being things that are so bad that it leads to the citizens not being able to eat well, it makes it easier to get the population to manipulate say that "X" is the bad guy.
Interesting seeing Polly have disphoria. I don't know if that's the terminology they would've used when the book came out, but Polly being like "damn, do I really that convincing as a boy" and feeling akward that everyone was 100% sure she was a guy. Like that is the goal, cause she's trying to be undercover, but also it's weird knowing people percive you the wrong gender, you know.
Also side note but I recently watched Blue Eyed Samurai, so spoilers for the first ep, but Mizu is also an undercover girl, and it's like damn, it like, in alot of these stories, these women are able to pass as guys cause they're natrual frame helps them alot in that regard. Like I have pretty boxy frame, so maybe when I was younger I could've passed as a guy if I tried, but me now, that would be way harder cause of my chest. And idk like, man it'd be cool if I could try to pass as another gender pretty easily you know?? I'd just have to work on my voice cause it's super high. Tho, I have been gendered as a guy cause of my hair + buttondown combo, so who knows, maybe I could. Anyway, back to the story
Not me reading a really dark scene of Polly and Maladict finding bruttally murdered bodies and laughing at the, "they would not grow older" line. SOLL GET IT TOGETHER!!! Anyway, despite what that sentence may imply, that whole scene was like, wow that's dark. Like the scene in Mulan right after girl worth fighting for.
Watching Polly gasp for air was like AAAAAAAH
Also Maladict having to contain herself cause of the blood, just an intresting scene!
I'm surprised Polly was saying " I thought we were the good guys" cause she seemed to have pretty good media literacy(for being a Boragravian) like, she was mention how the newspapers would proabbly not be trustworthy(cause she only knows her current governement), and she knew that the whole "Boragravia is winning" stance that everyone was saying is wrong. Also way back earlier in the book she talks about there always being a war, but I guess she wasn't being satrical??? (here's the quote)
There was always a war. Usually they were border disputes, the national equivalent of complaining that the neighbor was letting their hedge grow too long. Sometimes they were bigger. Borogravia was a peace-loving country in the midst of treacherous, devious, warlike enemies. They had to be treacherous, devious, and warlike, otherwise we wouldn't be fighting them, eh? There was always a war.
Guess Polly wasn't immune to propaganda (insert Garfield pic). I guess it makes sense tho, cause it's hard to process that your homecountry does horrible shit.
Also intresting how Jackrum dismissed it, like, I guess I thought he'd be more in the know that the government aint the best. Idk, he's pretty intresting, cause Idk his full stance on things. He telling Blouse that the news is coming from the enemy, but like, it's hard to deny that Boragravia's doing well. Guess that now that he's fully encharge we get to see him more than him just him being a nice relif from Strappi. Anyway, WOW Jackrum is a nuanced charcter???!!! Sarcasm aside, I think I need to read a bit more get my full thoughts on him.
Also something something, they're getting deprogrammed(for example, shufti and wazzer realizing they're losing) through experiencing war.
Anyway TONESHIFT Polly trying not to kill Blouse while shaving him is hilarious
K where I left off!!! Strappi(or so Polly thinks, and I'm inclined to believe her) has stolen a bunch of shit from the girls, so shit's about to go down. Poor Maladict doesn't have her cofee, and POLLY'S HAIR IS MISSING.AAAAAAH! Tbh, I thought her letter from Paul would be missing, so at least she still has that.
It's like 2:00 rn, so I'm pretty tired but I'm pretty hooked on the book rn, and maybe this semester I'll read more! Well, Feburary's gonna be busy cause I'll be auditioning to schools, but I'll try to make space to read. Also apperantly the hoopla has sections they've marked as chapters???? Tbh, it's proably whenever the audiobook plays the little military music. Anyways, I think another issue with the discworld books is that Terry Prachett doesn't do chapters, so I don't have that dopamine hit of "chapter completed!" But yah, maybe I'll try to keep track of the "chapters," to see if that motivates me more. Anyway, uh, I'll proabbly quee this for like 3:00 cause it's 8:00 in England and the book series is more popular over there. Okay, think that's it I'll talk next week.
Ps: idk how I indedent in the bullets, did it by accident on laptop and then copypasted it, I don’t know how I did that
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literally ive been obsessed with Regulus Black since i was like, fourteen years old, and ive always felt so bad about him and everything we know. because also i saw him as a figure head for Voldemort to gather. i mean, he was the heir of an ancient household (and the only heir after Sirius ran away) so i always had Opinions about him as a character.
God god okay alright
This is going to now be All Headcanon because, again, we get Very Little from canon itself, but it's also going to veer into like... Starless Skies lore, so I'll put it under a cut.
Because yeah. The thing that makes the most sense for Regulus being given the Mark at sixteen is that with him, with his very physical and evident joining of Voldemort's cause, he brought with him the loyalty of his family, and to an extent led by example, encouraging other Purebloods his age to do the same.
The Blacks are a part of the Sacred 28, which is already a big thing; but they're also blood relatives to half the other Sacred 28 families. Regulus' maternal grandmother was a Crabb. His aunt, Narcissa's mother, is a Rosier. They're related to the Potters, and the Prewetts, and by the time the first war with Voldemort is happening, two of his first cousins are married into other prominent pureblood families, the Lestranges and the Malfoys.
It is borderline ridiculous how connected Regulus is to the rest of Pureblood wizarding society. And the ones he isn't related to, he shares a school house with; a school in which he's part of the Slug Club, well known to produce witches and wizards of note, which Voldemort himself was a part of, and he's also on the Slytherin quidditch team. The team photo Slughorn has implies that at least once, Slytherin probably did very well in the Cup, so he was probably at least reasonably talented; and we all know how much everyone values talented quidditch players in Hogwarts.
We don't know if he was popular, or particularly social. The way he died implies he may not have been, between his close relationship with his House Elf and the fact he never went to anyone for help. But at a bare minimum we can infer that he was looked up to.
And Regulus is a symbolic leader for the other Pureblood kids in a way that Sirius isn't.
Until he's sixteen, it's Sirius who is the Black Heir, and you could be forgiven for thinking Pureblooded kids would flock to follow in his footsteps; and in some cases, especially for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, I think it's probably likely that happened. Sirius may have started out a bully, but he was also popular, the same as James.
But personally, I don't think he ever held the same value to Dumbledore that Regulus did to Voldemort; both because Albus Dumbledore never had much use for people he couldn't fully control, and because unlike Regulus, Sirius flouts everything to do with his traditional Pureblood family.
It's suggested he openly goes against all of it even before he ever runs away - in the books he talks about being constantly reminded that Regulus was a 'better son', and it's a short enough jump from that to conclude that Regulus was probably mostly a more obedient son; kept his mouth shut, did as he was told, walked the line of a perfect Pureblood child, because it kept him safe in the home ruled by his mother and the school House filled with other Purebloods who would have already been wary of his ties to his blood traitor brother - and in a house like Slytherin, where you're cunning and careful and survival often means knowing when bravery is stupid, there would be no respect for that.
Sirius joining the Order, even if he'd still been the Black Heir at the time, would never have brought with it an influx of traditional pureblooded sympathisers. He's set himself too much up as the antithesis of everything they believe in.
Regulus joining the Death Eaters would have every hesitant Pureblooded teenager in Slytherin leaning in the same direction; because here is the epitome of everything a Pureblood is supposed to be, clever and ambitious and loyal to his house and his traditions, and if he thinks joining Voldemort is the right thing to do, it must be, right?
(To veer into the Starless Skies lore as promised: Regulus joining the Order wouldn't bring the kids that respect him over either. The problem with the Order, and with Dumbledore especially, is that they've committed themselves so firmly to being the opposite of everything Voldemort is and represents that it means they stand in direct opposition to even the most innocent parts of being a traditional Pureblood.
In Starless Skies so far, Regulus has told both Sirius and James that they need to put an end to the Gryffindor prejudice against Slytherins; because all it's doing is creating year after year of disillusioned, defensive children, who are being told that if they choose the side of their parents and peers, they're monsters; but that's the side that treats them kindly, that promises they want what's best for them, while the other side is full of people who have been looking down their noses at them from the moment they were sorted.
Regulus tells James at one point that 'no one can know anything until they're told'; and while it's not entirely that simple all of the time, there's enough truth in it here. No one tells the kids in Slytherin that they have another option. Not in the first war, not in the second; because Draco Malfoy doesn't take the Dark Mark because he has a choice. He takes it because his father is in prison, and there's a genocidal maniac living in his house, and how the hell is he supposed to survive or keep his mother safe unless he proves himself as invaluable to the maniac in question?
In the Astronomy Tower Dumbledore talks about 'knowing a boy who made all the wrong choices'; but there are no choices for the kids in Slytherin. There's their family, and their friends, and there's the people who openly hate and suspect them all because an old hat decided they were cunning, or ambitious. That's not a choice. Not when you're sixteen.)
So when Regulus takes the Dark Mark, he's reconfirming what they already knew; this isn't just the best option, it's the only one. And if Voldemort is willing to welcome the teenage Heir to one of the most important Pureblood families in Britain into his inner circle, well. He must really value them after all. Right?
#regulus black#about regulus#owl post#headcanon#concerning qrabs fic#this got looooong lmao#placeholder ghost tag
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Let's talk about Will's playlist... just for fun!
same as with Mike's playlist the songs are born from a different context than the show, so these don't have always a perfect correspondence with the things happening in it.
This is all only my own interpretation and it's just speculation about what I think these songs could mean... the playlists were created with Netflix before the release of s2 but I believe they already knew a lot about the storylines of the other seasons and did some foreshadowing
» Songs about surviving the Upside Down / Vecna and Will defeating him
Beat the devil's tattoo - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
I thread the needle through
You beat the devil's tattoo
foreshadowing for the season two finale in which Will is using morse code to communicate with the others... kind of drumming on a hard surface with his fingers
I'm still standing - Elton John
You could never know what it's like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
And did you think this fool could never win?
Well, look at me, I'm a-coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know
while I'm still standing you just fade away
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did?
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
Afraid - The Neighbourhood
When I wake up, I'm afraid somebody else might end up being me
Keep on dreaming, don't stop breathing, fight those demons, sell your soul, not your whole self
Oh, if they see it when you're sleeping, make them leave it
And I can't even see if there's hope there anymore, so
You're too mean, I don't like you
Fuck you, anyway
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but, I won't fight you
Will is talking about Vecna and him possessing his body
Hold on - Alabama Shakes
Bless my heart, bless my soul.
Didn't think I'd make it to 22 years old.
There must be someone up above sayin',
"Come on, Brittany, you got to come on up.
You got to hold on
Every breath you take - The Police
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you.
Vecna is watching Will in s2 ready to take over and use him for his plans
Under Cover of Darkness - The Strokes
I'll wait for you
Will you wait for me too?
And they sacrifice their lives
And they're lying about those odds
This song makes me think about a battle
Upside Down & Inside out - OK Go
Inside down and upside out and you can feel it
Don't stop, can't stop, it's like an airplane going down
I wish I had said the things you thought that I had said
Gravity's just a habit that you're pretty sure you can break
So when you met the new you
Were you scared, were you cold, were you kind?
Yeah when you met the new you, did someone die inside?
foreshadowing Will being possessed by the Mindflayer
Sympathy for the devil - Rolling stones
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
At this point I think this partly Vecna's playlist too... no, seriously 💀
Stayin alive - Bee gees
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Icky Thump - The White Stripes
Icky thump, handcuffed to a bunk
Robbed blind
Looked around
And there was nobody else
I won't back down - Tom Petty
Well, I won't back down
No I won't back down
You could stand me up at the gates of Hell
But I won't back down
No I'll stand my ground
Won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Slug song - The Clean
I said don't
Don't ever change
And misarrange your mind
Run for cover - The Killers
Run for cover
Run while you can, baby, don't look back
You gotta run for cover
Don't be afraid of the fear, that's a played out trap, man
You know you're not the only one
And don't look back, just run for cover
Will hiding from the Mindflayer
Out of breath - Frank Turner
When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him
In fact you're waiting for this meeting
And well frankly his timekeeping leaves a lot to be desired
So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired
Cold Cold Cold - Cage the Elephant
Doctor, look into my eyes
I've been breathing air, but there's no sign of life
Doctor, the problem's in my chest
My heart feels cold as ice, but it's anybody's guess
Doctor, can you help me? 'Cause I don't feel right
Better make it fast before I change my mind
Doctor, can you help me? 'Cause I don't feel right
Better make it fast before I change my mind
Another one bites the dust - Queen
There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him, you can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him when he's down, yeah
But I'm ready, yes, I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Drawing board - George Erza
The meaning of this song is about someone trying to kill someone else so I think it fits better as a Vecna song than a love one lmao
Carry on my wayward son - Kansas
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie
this song is about a narcissistic guy that was in the band and was "special" until he ruined himself because of his big ego... I think it could fit with Vecna and if they knew about Henry since the start they knew that the Mindflayer was a narcissistic serial killer type
Come a little closer - Cage the elephant
Time shakes, found you at the water
At first you were my father
Now I love you like a brother
Earthquakes shake the dust behind you
This world, at times will blind you
Still, I know I'll see you there
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Things aren't always what they seem to be
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
This song is about accepting that death is natural and welcoming it, it makes me think about the fact that Will was ready to sacrifice himself and wanted to close the gate in season two
Blinded by the Light - Manfred Mann's Earth Band
» Songs about Will feeling different / not conforming
Walk on the wild side - Lou Reed
Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, "Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side."
Radio, Radio - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me.
I wanna bite that hand so badly.
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
Afraid of everyone - The National
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
Lay the young blue bodies with the old red bodies
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
My generation - The Who
People try to put us down
Just because we get around
Things they do look awful cold
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old
Don't stop believin' - Journey
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Another brick in the wall - Pink Floyd
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
Creature comfort - Arcade Fire
Some boys hate themselves
Spend their lives resenting their fathers
...
We're the bones under your feet
The white lie of American prosperity
We wanna dance but we can't feel the beat
I'm a liar, don't doubt my sincerity
Just make it painless
Free Fallin - Tom Petty
Now all the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts
Now I'm free
Breathe (in the air) - Pink Floyd
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
» Songs about Will being in love with Mike:
Should I stay or should I go? - The Clash
Darlin' you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
I can't hear you - The Dead Weather
I'm gonna teach you
And keep you for myself
I'm gonna take you by the hand
I'm gonna walk you to my house
So I can hear you
Stuck in the middle with you - Stealers Wheel
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you
And I'm wondering what it is I should do
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place
Don’t you forget about me - Simple Minds
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving everything inside and out and
Love's strange, so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't you, forget about me
Searching the blue - The Arcs
War is over now
I feel my mind returning
Carried on a cloud
Every nerve was burning over you
I never had a need at all for anyone
Anyone other than you
But now that's through
Sold fool
We're prayin' to get it fast
And we pray it's in the past
Is anything we do, ever gonna last?
Couldn't I have a clue?
Searchin' the blue
Under pressure - Queen & David Bowie
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high!
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don't work
Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why!?
Love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure
We're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Livin' on a prayer - Bon Jovi
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot
Start me up - The Rolling Stones
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
This song continues in a series of sexual innuendos so I guess it could be about puberty in the context of the show
Dark Days - Local Natives
Dark days in the summer
In the rain the water's fine
It was wild combination
Either that or right down the line
Foreshadowing the season 3 fight?
Howlin for you - The Black Keys
I must admit
I can't explain
Any of these thoughts racing
Through my brain
It's true
Baby I'm howlin' for you
Echo home - The Kills
And it's a long long long long drop
From the rocks to the pearls, we got so lost
We got so lost, we got so lost
For so long, for so long, so long
For so long, oh
Maybe you went out of your mind
You can lose it all if you wanna
Maybe you went out of mine
It's been so long
You can live your own dear life
And you can lose it all if you wanna
But I can't let you out of mine
It's Up To You Now - The Black keys
You wanted to love, but you didn't know how
That's okay, it's up to you now
It got so bad to where I wouldn't allow
But no more, it's up to you now
Let you go so you could go...
Go to town
It's up to you now
This song is about a divorce, the singer let go of his former lover that changed for the worst and lost their friends after the divorce... makes me think about s3 Mike
How you like me now - The Heavy
Now there was a time
When you loved me so
I couldn't do wrong
...
Remember the time when I eat you up
Yeah I was a lie that you can't give up.
If I was to cheat
Oh no, would you see right through me?
If I sing a sad sad sad sad song
Would you give it to me? Would you?
So how you like me now?
Does that make you love me baby?
Will Byers in his petty era... Mike WAKE THE FUCK UP
Blue veins - The raconteurs
And I know you won't deceive me
Like the rest
and there's nothing you need to explain
You always were the first one to believe me
When I said to you girl, I think it's gonna rain
But I could be wrong
Yeah, but all of these things
All these things
They're all truly nice but ain't nothing
Ain't nothing compared to the love
That's running through your little blue veins
Gooey - Glass animals
Heroes - David Bowie
Breakdown - Tom Petty
It's alright if you love me
It's alright if you don't
I'm not afraid of you running away
Honey, I get the feeling, you won't
There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We've said all there is to say
Just What I Needed - The Cars
I don't mind you comin' here
And wastin' all my time
'Cause when you're standin' oh so near
I kinda lose my mind
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Following on from my Bloodborne / Blood Moon Ursaluna observation, allow me to introduce you to Marveux:
Marveux started as a random character I created for Bloodborne, my first Souls-type game. I have now started to recreate him in similar games, and have developed a little timeline for him as a result over the last couple of years. The new Ursaluna being so similar to Marveux was hilarious to me, hence the observation, and I have now decided to canonically add "bear form" to Marveux's adventures. It even has the "corrupted eye" on the right side!
Presenting: A Brief History of Marveux:
Bloodborne: Marveux Debuts.
A simple man, Marveux had no idea what was in store for him. He somehow managed to resist the poison spreading through Yarnham, instead channelling it all into his left eye, which allowed him to see things he really shouldn't have been able to.
Following quite possibly the most traumatic experience ever, Marveux bests the Moon Presence and... Becomes a slug. Assuming he becomes the "new" Moon Presence, Marveux eventually tires of his eldritch existence and tried to regain his humanity.
Enter Blood Moon Ursaluna!
The Moon Presence appears in front of a crimson moon and this new bear has a crimson moon on his head. Coincidence? probably I think not!
Marveux tried his best, but *insert unspecified amount of time* of ingesting Beast Blood and being a literal Great One meant it was a little difficult for him to regain his human form too easily. Instead he ended up as a bear man / beast hybrid and fell from the skies, ending up on the shores of Kitakami. He manages to walk on two legs, and has even fashioned himself a cloak of sorts. He even got his original eye colour down! But it's just not good enough, and that poisoned red eye of his is now completely black.
"What cruel existence is this?"
Elden Ring:
Finally, after escaping from the small child that imprisoned him, Marveux retreated to an unspecified location to slowly regain some of his humanity. By the time he is summoned by the Forces That Be to become the Elden Lord, he passes as human again, but barely. He starts off with nothing to his name except a loin cloth salvaged from some of his old fur, and a crudely made club. He's got both eyes back, but it seems he can't quite shake the corruption from the left one.
Marveux has seen some things...
Slowly, Marveux regains his strength, salvaging what he can from his kills. Eventually, after yet another horrifying adventure, Marveux weds Ranni and becomes a Lord. Things, while insane, are good for a while.
(Marveux started as a wretch in this game, with the idea being that he was somehow reincarnated by a higher power, but this also works with the new Pokemon timeline, since he's only just become human again and wouldn't have any armour or weapons etc.)
Demons Souls:
An unspecified amount of time later, Marveux, now a Royal Lord is investigating something for his Queen, Ranni. Through unspecified means (because my boy is extremely unlucky), he slips through a fog gate and finds himself in the world of Boletaria. Unable to find his way back, but fortunately still in possession of some of his powers for once, he sets off on a journey to return home (wherever that is) and reunite with his four-armed love.
His eyes are finally starting to regain their colour, although both eyes are now a strange mix of red and green. There was a time when he tried to claw his red eye from his skull, but all he ended up with was some gnarly scars.
Alright, so he meets another girl on his journey, but it doesn't mean anything, promise!
I've only just started Demon's Souls so I'm not sure how it ends for him yet, but time will tell.
And that's the (current) Tale of Marveux!
When and if I play any more games like this, I'll have to see if I can fit them into the timeline somewhere!
Thanks for reading!
(Why the name Marveux? No idea, just thought it sounded fancy)
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I dearly wish we’d gotten to know more about Sirius’s relationship with his family pre-Azkaban, and also the other Slytherin purebloods. I’m fairly certain I remember reading that they hosted parties (or maybe that’s just popular fanon), but Sirius was the Black Heir for years, he’d have attended if they happened so I really wish we’d gotten to know how that played out. Slytherin students would see him at school, so how do they treat him outside of school (and even in school)? How does he interact with them? We only see how Sirius treats Snape, we never see how he interacts with the other children of the Sacred 28, and dammit, I want to know how the politics of it all worked pre-war; Sirius wasn’t disowned until he was 16 (and his wording implies he left and then was disowned, so prior to him leaving, his family still expected him to be the heir), so that’s 5 years of him still being Heir and a pureblood among purebloods, practically royal because he’s a Black, I’m dying of curiosity here.
You know, same. I think about this a lot, actually. People are filled with their own headcanons, but we just don't really know much about Sirius and his family. Everything he said to Harry about them was incredibly vague, and his school years were hardly touched on, mainly just the worst parts of it.
I don't remember anything about parties in the books, but I'm not always the best at recalling smaller details of canon. Some things stick and others don't. I know Slughorn had his Slug Club parties, and I remember him making the comment about having Regulus but never "collecting" Sirius, which could mean a few different things. Either Sirius didn't want anything to do with Slughorn and his parties, or he didn't want anything to do with who was in attendance.
But you make a good point. Sirius was their heir for years. It would have been his fifth year or just before his sixth when he ran to James and his family (depending on when you situate that in your head). So that means five years of him being a Gryffindor but still having to endure all the family strife that sent him running in the end. You can't tell me the Blacks didn't try to force those relationships that they deemed favorable, especially after his sorting and latching onto a Potter of all people, let alone a half-blood they likely knew nothing about (no idea either where they stood on Peter. was he a pureblood? he joined up with Voldemort, so all signs point to yes, but so did Snape in the beginning, and many others that were of half-blood status, so...)
I like to think that maybe Sirius was more forced into situations and encounters with the other children of the Sacred 28 more than he willingly interacted with them, but who knows? Maybe there were some he liked. But judging by how he was in Snape's memories during their first train ride, I've always doubted that much. If they had the same views as his family on Muggleborns and Muggles, on the Dark Arts and all things...terrible, I don't see him lining up with them much if at all avoidable.
But it drives me insane as well. I imagine that there was a lot of head butting while at school, but outside, with their families, they were expected to act a specific way. Bite their tongues, act cordial, something I'm sure Sirius failed at purposefully at times when he was feeling particularly sour about the entire ordeal.
There are so many gaps in canon, So. Many. So I tend to stick with my own headcanons or fanon that I like for the Marauders backstory. What we create makes better sense in the end anyhow.
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ANDROMEDA TONKS
Birthday: 28 October 1952.
Blood Status: Pureblood.
Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her.
Occupation: Healer & Researcher.
Sided with: Order of the Phoenix Ally.
Faceclaim: Emilia Clark.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER
SCHOOL
School: Hogwarts
House: Slytherin
Extra curricular: Prefect, Head Girl, Slug Club, Runes, Astronomy, and Orchestra.
BIO
GROWING UP
Being the second female child of an heirless family made Andromeda somewhat a disappointment. Druella wanted to be the next great matron of the Black family and Cygnus wanted a kid to follow his steps, however, instead of boys they got two beautiful girls.
It wasn’t that they weren’t proud of them or that they didn’t love them, but there was a reputation to maintain and Andromeda Eladora Black found that she didn’t upheld that reputation from day one.
That didn’t mean her life was unbearable, she got an older sister that she adored and admired. Bella was always bold and confident and Andromeda wished that she wasn’t as people pleaser as she sometimes was (even if she still got some wild, mischievous strikes here and there).
Andromeda was curious by nature, she loved to see how things worked and why the society was how it was. She liked to ask a lot of questions, and found herself searching for answers in the books of the family library, however, the biggest question she had was what made them so different from other wizards and muggle alike, and no matter when or how she made that question, she never got an answer.
Most, if not all, of Andromeda’s need were satisfied, and soon she knew what kind of questions where good and which were bad. However, her thirst for knowledge wasn’t as great as her love for her family.
It wasn’t long until Andromeda became an older sister. Narcissa came into her life and a protective instinct, that she didn’t have with Bella, overcame little Meda. Narcissa was small, sweet and she deserved the love and affection that she always felt around her, even if it wasn’t as warm as some people expected. That was why Andromeda swore she would do anything to protect her little sister from the coldness of the world, and that love and protectiveness enlarged when Sirius and Regulus came into her life.
START OF THE WAR
The start of the war was something that affected them little at first, they were a pureblood family and Andromeda was just starting Hogwarts. No one really believed that Voldemort would rise so quickly, even if he had some of the greatest pureblood families behind him, a full blown war didn’t seem the thing that would happen any time soo. That was why Andromeda enjoyed her time at Hogwarts as best as she could, soaking in everything that the halls and teachers had to offer.
As views grew stronger each time she went home, her perspective on the world changed as well. She saw a bigger world that could offer so much more than the archaic concepts of the purebloods that Voldemort wanted to uphold, and of course she hated the violent ways that they were making their point, which made a lot of fights in family about what should be done and what was expected of her, leading to Andromeda leaving the family knowing that she couldn’t live with herself if she followed the path they wanted her to.
PRESENT TIME
At school Andromeda met Ted, and at first he seemed like he would become a great friend that she couldn’t really talk about with her family, but was they knew each other more there was a connection that grew and Ted became more than her best friend, he became her partner and confidant. His unconditional love, support and trust in her and his lack of judgment, but still willing to guide and discuss was something that made Andromeda understand that there was more out there than a political marriage and a toxic family relationship and that was a few of the reasons she said yes when he asked for her hand in marriage.
A short while after their marriage started Andromeda and Ted became parents to the most adorable little girl, who became the new purpose of Andromeda’s life giving her a need to help make a world a better place.
She knows she can’t battle the people she once called family, even with all the resentment and coldness from them, the difference on views and all the “bad blood” after she left, she still cares for them and can not see herself fighting them. However, she believes she can do the opposite of what she feels her family is doing and heal things around her. This is how she ended at Mungo’s helping everyone that come through their doors, and how she became a healer for the Order after the Battle of Birmingham, as she knows that they can not seek shelter at the Hospital with all the vigilance from the Minsitry.
CONNECTIONS
Edward Tonks: Husband.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Older sister & estranged.
Sirius Black: Younger cousin & fellow black sheep.
Snippets from canon and admins
Andromeda is good with healing magic.
Andromeda is currently TAKEN and played by CHESSI.
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