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mangomonk · 8 months

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i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me

↳ summary: read this drabble first! goodie two shoes!remus, afraid of being perceived as other, stumbles into a relationship at the expense of y/n. ↳ content: angst, one-sided fake dating ↳ a/n: a little nervous because this is my first time writing for remus pls be gentle w me! for full enjoyment, listen to ivy by frank ocean (i looped it the entire time i wrote this). the more i wrote this, the more i realized i could turn this into a full blown million word fic, but i tried to keep it as condensed as possible, hence some time skips/summarization. pt. 2 here!

When Remus Lupin confesses — no, announces — that he likes her in the middle of the Great Hall, she thinks she's dreaming. Surely, she didn't hear that correctly. Only hours earlier, she had witnessed the doe-eyed boy unleash a slew of curses beneath his breath. I guess everyone has bad days, she had thought. Even Remus, who she had always pegged as straight-laced and well-mannered.

So when a half a dozen heads turn to stare at her directly, Y/N turns to see if there's anyone behind her. When she sees no one, she turns back forward. It's when Remus Lupin's soft, brown gaze meets hers that her heart stutters dangerously in her chest. She can't help it despite the bewilderment she feels — everyone in the castle has to have some sort of crush on the fluffy-haired boy. He's all soft, disarming smiles and beautiful, brown eyes and knitted jumpers and gentle laughter and—

—and Y/N goes red in the face right away. It doesn't help when Remus tilts his head to the side slightly and offers a small, uncertain smile. Merlin, help me, Y/N thinks as she stares back, wide-eyed, her confusion and any thoughts briefly neutralized at the way his eyes crinkle into little half-moons.

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Y/N has always prided herself on being a sharp judge of character. It soon became clear to her, however, that Remus Lupin was a strange, but intriguing case of contradicting character.

Following his confession — rather, announcement — in the Great Hall, she becomes overly conscious of the tall boy. It feels as though she's suddenly very aware that they have most of their classes together, that he sits only a seat away from her in Charms, that he has chicken scratch for handwriting when she passes him in the library. The latter comes as a surprise — perhaps unfairly, she would have pegged him as a swooping cursive type of boy. In any case, it soon becomes the case that Y/N realizes that she can find Remus easily in a room of crowded students, and the more she does, the more she begins to realize that Remus is a boy full of surprises.

This doesn't seem to matter though, because strangely, after his confession in the Great Hall, Remus does not once approach her. Occasionally, she catches him glancing at her with an odd expression, but outside of an increase in being stared at by the other students, little changes in her life.

It isn't until a week later when her seat partner in Charms is out that their paths cross again. When she trudges to her seat in class, she becomes very quickly aware that they're separated only by an empty chair. She doesn't look away fast enough because Remus looks up as she pulls her chair out, his gaze snagging on to hers with an intensity that she doesn't expect from the softness of his eyes.

"Good morning," he says slowly, almost uncertainly. Up close, Y/N can see a splay of pale freckles across his cheekbones. His lashes are unfairly, distractingly long as he gazes up at her.

"Hi," Y/N says, equally uncertain, though she tries to keep her voice light and casual. No one's ever really had a crush on her before, and she finds herself floundering on how to act. Shouldn't he be the nervous one, and not her? Somehow though, she can feel her palms begin to sweat, though Remus doesn't look nervous at all. Just sharp and assessing. Fortunately though, before the air between them can turn any awkwarder, a mussed-haired head pops up from around Remus.

"Y/N, right?" James Potter asks with a wide grin. His glasses are skewed and crooked on his face as he peers around Remus at her rather owlishly.

Next to him, Remus blinks a few times as she nods, opening her mouth to speak when Professor Flitwick clears his throat to begin class.

She tries to focus on taking notes, but it's difficult when she can see Remus casting her sidelong glances from her peripheral view. She gives up on trying to focus on class entirely when a folded piece of parchment flits over the gap between them with a familiar chicken scratch.

Can we talk after class?

After class, Y/N has a ridiculous, irrational flash of self-consciousness that the humidity has made her hair begin to frizz. Remus doesn't seem to notice as she rakes a hand quickly through her hair because a nervous, almost agitated, energy is rolling off of him as he paces in the courtyard.

When he catches sight of her, he stops, a warm smile breaking across his face, though Y/N feels that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. But the new knowledge that Remus has a dimple on his left cheek and his smile is just slightly crooked is enough to disarm any wariness. Unexpectedly his nervous energy seems to dissipate immediately. "Hi," he says, "You came."

"I got your note," Y/N says, inwardly grimacing — of course he knew that already, he had been sitting next to her.

"Right, well, I, er—" Remus begins choppily, his hand rising to rub at the nape of his neck. "I was wondering about... Earlier, last week, when you saw me... Did you say anything to anyone?"

Y/N blinks at him once, then twice, blankly. "Earlier?" She questions, before the heat begins to rise to her face. He must have been referring to his confession. "I haven't said anything to anyone."

Remus's brows furrow for a moment before his face relaxes. He's surprisingly difficult to read — it feels as though any trickle of emotion is covered with a disarming soft smile. "I see," he says after a moment, his shoulders relaxing. "Right, well, Y/N," he begins, looking around them distractedly. "—shall we date?" Y/N straightens with a jolt as he continues. "I won't be offended if you say no. In fact, I'd understand if you said no, we've barely—"

She doesn't know what it is exactly. Maybe it was the curious thought that Remus might not be the charming prince he seemed to be. Maybe it was the dimple in his left cheek. Maybe it was the way he said her name. But something in Y/N slipped through her confusion and the unceremonious nature of the whole thing, because she finds herself speaking before she can stop herself. "Yeah. Let's date."

Remus's face goes slack. He looks a little startled, Y/N thinks, like she's clubbed him over the head. "Are you sure?" He blurts, eyes widening a fraction. It's perhaps the most emotion she's seen him show so far. Y/N writes it off as nerves and incredulity.

She nods once, firmly.

"I guess that's settled," he says weakly with furrowed brows, though he looked neither pleased nor displeased.

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Initially, Y/N and Remus are as awkward as can be. She's not sure if it's because neither of them have really ever been in a relationship before, but it feels clumsy in the beginning.

Their dates start off mostly as study dates in the library, but Y/N doesn't mind — to her pleasure, she finds that they eerily work well together and she likes the calm peace of Remus's presence while she's studying. She likes to think that he also finds comfort in her presence because it's become ritual for him to ask her about the book she's reading, and vice versa. In a few weeks, they start reading the same books. Maybe it's because they spend so much time together studying that it becomes gradually more comfortable.

When they go to Hogsmeade for the first time together, Y/N finds that they end up walking around the village and chatting nearly until curfew. She tells him about what it's like growing up with three brothers — "It doesn't seem very different from the Marauders," Remus observes with a wry laugh — and he tells her stories of how despite moving around periodically during his child, his mother always found a little corner in the yard to start an herb garden.

He does all the things she'd imagine a boyfriend might — Remus is a gentleman, expectedly. He holds the door open for her, gives her his jumper when there was a draft in the library, walks her back to the Common Room at night.

But, unexpectedly, it isn't Remus's soft smiles or considerate aura that Y/N finds herself straining to see. But it was when he threw his head back and laughed himself breathless at James holding his wand on the wrong end that Y/N found it impossible to tear her eyes away from him. Or when he shot her a dour look the first time she teased him on his illegible chicken scratch. Or when Remus cursed like a sailor when he knocked his ink pot over onto his parchment because he was always so uncoordinated and graceless.

It was perhaps impossible not to fall in love with Remus Lupin. Though maybe she already knew this from the start when he first looked at her, and even more so the first time he said her name.

She liked the way he would groan and complain and grumble as he stretched out his lithe limbs in preparation of helping Peter with his essay that he had procrastinated on, even after she could see the exhaustion begin to pool under his pretty eyes. She liked that he could silence the boys with just one baleful look. She liked the way he fell asleep on his books when he thought no one was looking. She liked his dry remarks and his wolfish grin and his grumpy mood. She liked all the rough edges that Remus showed her when he would forget to put up a soft smile.

It was too easy to love Remus Lupin, though it seemed like he didn't know that himself.

It only takes four full moons for Y/N to understand what the Marauders meant whenever they quietly referred to Remus's furry little problem. In the first place, they weren't always discreet — it was easy for them to forget she was there when she was studying in the background. In the second place, Remus would apologetically cancel their studying plans around the same time each month, and he would disappear for a few days and come back exhausted with fresh scars. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together, really.

But while she understood why he didn't tell her, she couldn't help but give him a tighter hug when she realized.

"Something wrong, love?" He had asked, reaching up to caress the back of her hair as she squeezed his abdomen.

"No," she had mumbled into his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. She could feel affection swell inside her so violently she felt a little dizzy as she gave him another squeeze. "Just wish I could always be hugging you."

"No one's stopping you," Remus had responded dryly. She smiled into his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of her head. "Certainly not me."

— — — — —

When Y/N tries to discreetly deliver a small care package of chocolate and books a few nights before the next full moon, she accidentally overhears Peter ask James when Remus was ending his fake relationship.

"I doubt it'll raise any suspicions now that no one's pestering him about not having a girlfriend," she hears Peter say.

James makes a noncommittal sort of noise. "You know how Remus is about these things. He's always on edge that someone will think he's the odd one out—"

She feels like the ground beneath her has stuttered and shifted into an open chasm as her mind whirls to make sense of their conversation. For a moment, she thinks she's wrong, but like it was with Remus's furry little problem, if she thinks back on the stranger moments of the past four months, it's not difficult to piece it together. She begins to feel a little ill.

How many times did he force himself to smile at her stories? How many times after walking her back to the Common Room at night did he sigh with relief when she left? How many times did he wait for other students to be around to hold her hand? All the heart-fluttering moments she had thought had been magical and wonderful and incredible with Remus had been entirely one-sided. How humiliating. She feels used and dirty and pathetic, but the worse thing is that she can't feel angry.

She doesn't know how long she stands paralyzed outside, just that it's difficult to breathe or think properly. All she can feel is a numbing ache in her chest, and the feeling tightens when she hears a familiar voice behind her.

"Hmm?" Remus hums, a smile breaking across his face. The dimple in his left cheek appears briefly. "What are you doing here, love?" When she doesn't respond, he steps closer to her and peers at her face carefully, his big, brown eyes soft. "What's wrong?" He asks, gently looping his arms around her waist. Y/N goes perfectly still under his touch. "I knew you'd be studying for the Ancient Runes exam all day, so got some cakes from the kitchen for—"

"Remus," she interrupts suddenly, her throat gone cottony and dry as she raises her gaze to finally look at him. It sends a sharp pang through her chest again. "Are we ever going to kiss?"

Bizarrely, scarlet splotches appear swiftly on the high points of Remus's cheek as his eyes widen a fraction. "Kiss," he repeats, sounding strangled as he stares at her wide-eyed, looking as though she had clubbed him over the head. "You want to kiss?" He asks after a moment, his voice hoarse as his eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Do you want to kiss me?" She asks quietly, watching his throat bob as he swallows thickly.

"I've wanted to since—" Remus says softly, a little nonsensically, his eyes darting back down to her lips. His pupils are blown wide and dark as he swallows, his throat bobbing. “Y/N,” he murmurs, and she can feel his breath brush against her nose. She tries to control the thumping in her chest as he slowly leans in and raises his hand to cup her face. Remus looks down at her with a sweet adoration she knows cannot be real. She's seen this sort of soft look from him countless times before and now she knows better than anyone that it's just another cover. Perhaps it was perfectly clear since the start, but she had let herself get swept away with naive hope. The start of nothing. She feels like a fool.

Remus's head ducks slightly as the space between them closes. Y/N goes perfectly still as she watches his other hand rise, his fingers trembling a little as they reach to curve around her jaw.

For a moment, she entertains the thought and wonders what would happen if she just closes her eyes. She could close her eyes, could lean in and feel his eyelashes brush her cheek, could let him kiss her senseless. It would be so easy. It scares her a little how much she wants that.

Before she can betray herself, Y/N closes her hand around his wrist. “You can stop now,” she says, her voice low and steadier than she felt.

Remus freezes, his dazed expression crumpling in confusion. She takes a steadying breath, swallowing back the bile in her throat as she schools her expression with difficulty. Y/N places his wrist back down away from her face and lets go as she continues, despite the dull ache in her chest. “I wanted to know how far you would go,” she continues quietly. “How far you thought I would be willing to go.”

“I don’t understand—” Remus begins, a myriad of stricken dismay, alarm, and something else flickering across his face. For a moment, she thinks it’s the residue of desire, but she quickly remembers how good of an actor Remus is, and doesn’t let herself entertain that thought that it’s anything else besides panic for being caught.

"I know you're just using me," Y/N says, her throat dry. Her voice, to her mortification, cracks and comes out as a croak. Any sense of anger deflates immediately and all she can feel is this crumbling sense of defeat. “I should have known that something was strange when you suddenly confessed. We had never even really talked before that. I mean, I thought that I was dreaming when you said you liked me—"

“No, it's because—”

"I know why you did it," she whispers. Remus freezes, the color draining from his face. "The worse part of all this is that I can't find it in myself to hate you for using me. But I had just thought that you didn’t think so little of me as to…” She doesn’t finish as she stares down at the space between them, swallowing thickly. She feels ill. The last sentence had come out before she realized it. So that was what it was — disappointment.

"Did you even know my name before James said it?" She asks with a bark of a forced laugh as she straightens, setting her shoulders now though she still has a difficult time looking directly at him.

Remus swallows thickly as he steps forward. His pause is enough of an answer. "Let me explain,” he begins quickly, his words tumbling out in a frantic mess. “Y/N, wait,” he starts, reaching out.

“Don’t touch me, Lupin,” she says dejectedly, stepping away from him. Remus flinches and freezes, his expression falling, but she can't bring herself to look at him in the eye anymore. Y/N stares at the worn patch of carpet by her shoe as she swallows thickly before turning to leave. "You can tell everyone that you broke up with me if it helps you."

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a/n: thx for reading! pt. 2 here my masterlist here

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lenacosse · 2 months

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Worst behaviour

pairing: theo nott x fem reader (no mention of y/n)

cw: smut (sub theo), alcohol, violence and strong language

word count: 2,033

summary: your bf theo is being flirty with other girls, so you give him payback. he doesn’t like that and starts a fight, which somehow leads to him being a submissive mess teehee.

a/n: dedicated to the biggest twink ever enjoy ;)

‘i been on my worst behaviour

but, baby, i don’t need no saviour

i’m way outta line

but i kind of like the way i

feel when i just don’t give a fuck’

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The scent of sweat and cheap booze fill your nose as you push through the tangle of bodies to make your way over to the drink station. You scope the area in attempt to find either your friends or your boyfriend, after pouring your drink you catch the eyes of your boyfriend, Theo Nott who’s sprawled out on the sofa with two gorgeous looking girls. He’s smoking a joint and one of the girls is whispering something in his ear. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the great betrayal in front of you, the anger was bubbling inside of you ready to overspill and cause you to lose your shit. But you ultimately realised this was just a Theo thing to do, would he actually cheat? Absolutely not. But were you going to make him get onto his knees and beg to even be around you after tonight? Absolutely.

In one swift movement you downed your drink, shaking off the burn of alcohol as you adjust your top to show more cleavage. One final look in Theo’s direct only fuelled your fire further. You discarded off your cup and made your way back into the crowd, the Slytherin common room where you currently stand is far from empty. The only time all the houses can comfortably come together is in light of a party, no one cared what your status or your house was on nights like these. All everyone wanted was to get absolutely piss drunk to the point they couldn’t remember their own names, and that to you was nothing short of exciting.

The radio from across the room played its classic pop hits, one’s that had your hips swaying and your head thumping. Beside you was Cormac Mclaggen, the most egotistical bastard you knew, that made him perfect for your aim. Slowly you brushed your arm over his bicep, this catches his attention to lock eyes with you. A sly smirk plastered over your mouth whilst you moved closer, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Hey,” Cormac slurred, his hands rested on your hips. Not daring to dip any further just yet.

“Shhh.” You moved your free hand to his mouth putting your finger on his lip to shut him up. His grip tightened on your hips as you sway your body to the beat. Looking over his shoulder you spot Theo at the drink station, helping himself.

Theo locks eyes with you, sending you a flirtatious wink. That is until he noticed your arms around Cormac, his expression changed to one almost unrecognisable he was undoubtedly furious, his look could kill. This only encouraged you to grind up on Cormac and move your hand into his hair gripping on in. In turn he grabbed your ass pulling you even closer into him so there wasn’t even an inch between your bodies. You moved your gaze back to where Theo was, yet he wasn’t there. As if on cue Cormac fell to the floor, you set your eyes on Theo who had his fists balled ready to punch.

Cormac scurried to his feet only to be immediately knocked down by Theo’s punch. Around you a circle had formed of drunk teenagers encouraging this fight. A tang of guilt washed through you as your gaze met Theo’s bitter glare. Before he could get another punch in you grabbed his arm and with all your strength dragged him out. As soon as you were in the corridor he pinned you against the wall.

“The fuck you playing at?” Theo fumed, his hot breath caressing your cheek as one of his legs rested between your thighs.

“Could ask you the same question.” You shoved him off you and walked off down the halls, your only want was to go to your dorm.

“What?” Theo sighed and followed after you, he was at your heel as you walked. “Ask me the same question? I wasn’t the one grinding against Cormac Fucking Mclaggen.”

“Well fucking spotted Nott I’d be concerned if you were.” You sneer, your speed only increasing as you stomp up the stairs.

Theo let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to follow you. “Would you talk to me for fuck sake? Why are you doing this to me?! You can’t just get on with someone else right in front of my eyes.”

You let out a breathy laugh and stop in your tracks. You turn around and cross you arms. “Oh so the boundaries only apply to me hm?”

“What are you on about?”

You just sigh and continue walking, you make it to your door and walk in. You attempt to slam it behind you but Theo catches it and walks in.

“Piss off Theo.”

“No not until you tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.” With that you grab his collar and slam him against the door.

“I fucking told you to piss off. You want to go fuck other girls? Be my guest.” You sneer. You drop his collar and look at him you expected to see him riled up but he was just staring at you so intensely you felt your cheeks heat up.

“You know I’d never cheat on you.”

“Doesn’t seem that way.”

Theo reached out to grab your waist but you pushed him off.

“Don’t. Just go away.”

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“Piss me off?” You scoff. “Theo it took everything in me not to fucking slaughter you.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Then leave. I don’t want to be around you right now.”

“Come on baby please.” Theo grabbed your waist again, running his hands up and down your hips. His mouth brushed lightly over your neck. Making you shudder.

“No.” You pushed him off and took a few steps back, you knew at the rate he was turning you on you were close to giving in, but you wanted to make him graft for it.

“Please,” his voice came out in a soft whisper and he moved closer to you. You sighed as you crossed your arms, you expected him to just give up but he dropped to his knees.

“Theo.. get up.”

“No, I’m not moving until you forgive me.”

You roll your eyes and stare at him. “You’ll be there for awhile. Do you even have any idea how fucked off I am with you having constant fucking attention? All those girls flirting with you and giggling at your stupid fucking jokes. God! You drive me insane.”

Theo grabbed onto your thighs, caressing them as he stared up at you with the most fuckable expression you’ve ever saw. His eyes were pleading for forgiveness and his mouth was ever so slightly dressed with a frown.

“They don’t matter. I’m yours. Through and through.” His hand inched closer to under your skirt and you sucked in a breath.

“How did you feel whenever I was all over Cormac? Did it piss you off? Make you feel like shit? Cause that’s how I felt.”

“I’m so sorry princess. Just wanna make it up to you.” Theo replied as he kissed your inner thigh. You let out a soft groan but instantly moved back.

“Get on the bed.”

Theo just smirked at you and got on your bed. You striped down to just your bra and underwear as you straddled him, his hands instantly went to your hips.

“No. You’re not allowed to touch me.”

“…baby.”

“Should’ve thought about it beforehand.” You smirked as you started to underdress him. You went painfully slow, taking your time to tease him. Underneath you, you could feel him rock hard.

You got off his lap and kneeled in between his legs slowly pulling down his boxers. His throbbing cock came out, you could tell he was painfully turned on and you had no intention on making that easier for him.

“You do not cum until I say so. Got it?” You immediately attach your lips to his tip and start sucking him off.

“Y-yes, fuck.” Theo moaned, the noise making your stomach flip.

You sped up your movements, making sure your pleasuring every single part of him to the point he’s gripping the sheets in attempt to distract from the pleasure. You look up at him your eyes stern as you slowly pull back, bitting your lips as you remove your bra. You could tell he was close and was trying his hardest to obey you. His forehead had a layer of sweat and his eyes were glistening with tears. You went back down again, this time you worked him hard. You ran your tongue over his most sensitive part which caused a pornographic moan to escape his mouth, you caressed his balls which had his knuckles turning white whilst his jaw clenched.

“Please baby. I can’t hold it much longer, please let me cum.”

“No. You haven’t proven to me you’re sorry just yet,” you respond as you pull back from him. You slide your underwear off as you straddle him once again.

“I’ll do anything please, at least let me touch you.” He pleaded, his voice was hoarse and needy. You would be lying if you said you weren’t turned on more than ever. But you had to maintain your cause.

“The more you ask the worse this’ll be. Just shut you mouth and do as your told,” you lean forward attaching your lips to his neck softly sucking. As you hit his sweet spot he lets out a deep groan that has you clenching around nothing.

Slowly you move off his neck admiring the many hickeys you left in place and you grab his jaw, forcefully making him look at you.

“You’re mine. Never let me catch you so much as even talking to another girl or I’ll make you suffer.”

“Im yours princess. No one else’s.”

“That’s right,” you kiss him harshly as you move your hips to hover over his cock.

You slide down onto him letting him fill you up. His perfect length makes your eyes roll back as you move away from the kiss, you grab his shoulders and move yourself on him. Your movements are so needy and frantic that the bed rapidly pounds off the wall, you were sure anyone could hear you both but you didn’t care. It showed everyone what was yours. Your nails racked down his chest, leaving agitated hot red marks carved into his skin. You watched as Theo struggled to stay intact, you could feel his cock fighting furiously to hold back. His moans solidified it, they were messy and hot as was he right now. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw furiously twitching. You went faster on him chasing that release, the pleasure built up inside of you as you gripped onto the head board. Your hips rapidly slammed down on top of his as you felt yourself quickly losing control. Finally you came hard over him, moaning incoherent thoughts as you rid out your high.

You lifted yourself off him and went in between his legs again, his tip was furiously swollen and he was painfully hard. You slowly ran your tongue over his tip making him hiss in response.

“Please- I can’t anymore.” Theo moaned. “Need to cum, fuck it hurts.”

“If you want to cum Theo you can beg for it.” You smirk running you hand up and down his cock slowly.

“Please, please let me cum. I’ll never disrespect you again, please princess. Im so sorry, I just need your mouth so so bad.”

“See? Wasn’t so hard was it.”

You hum and suck him off again, barely five seconds later he came down your throat with a strident moan. Slowly you pulled back swallowing it all, the sight before you was quite literally heavenly. Theo’s face was covered in utter bliss, his eyes were sunken in and relaxed and his usually tame hair was anything but. He looked at you with a bashful grin, which made you feel warmth.

“We good now?” Theo questioned.

“Absolutely,” you grinned and kissed him softly. The two of you settled down together forgetting all feelings of jealousy and resentment.

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nostalgicacademia · 4 months

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It's never too late to go back to Hogwarts

PS: Here you can download my Dark Academia article in PDF "link".

#aesthetic #moodboard #edit #dark academia #aes #light academia #academia #art #chaotic academia #autumn #hogwarts #harry potter #hp #magic academia #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw

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drabsyo · 5 days

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some best friends, some longing

#hermione granger #fleur delacour #fleurmione #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp wlw #hp femslash #hp fanart #drarry #forgot i made this a few months ago i think #drabstuff #my art #let me be DELUSIONAL #unrequited feelings #i have so many wips that will never see the light of day

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courfee · 1 year

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oh, your love is sunlight

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moonstainn · 2 months

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"You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you"

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lcdrarry · 2 days

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Get ready and grab your tickets 🍿🎬

@lcdrarry starts posting here and on AO3 on 1 May 2024. 💕

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mrsriddles-blog · 5 months

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you broke me first | T.N

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Theodore Nott

WC: 1.6k

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, heartbreak, angst, alcohol, drugs, betrayal…

Summary: Theodore and you had broken up, Theodore the one to end things and suddenly he’s asking for it back.

Maybe you don’t like talking too much about yourself

But you should’ve told me that you were thinkin’ ‘bout someone else

You’re drunk at a party or maybe it’s just that your car broke down

Your phone’s been off for a couple months, so you’re calling me now

“Hello?” I murmur tiredly into the phone.

“Y/n/n? I need you to help me.” Theodore slurs into the phone.

“Theodore, I told you not to call me.” I sigh.

“Please, I don’t know where I am.” He slurs.

“Theodore, surely there is someone around to guide you back to Hogwarts.” I sigh.

“N-No, all alone. Fight…blood and all alone.” He slurs.

“Are you around any places that can help me locate you?” I sigh once more, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Alleyway…Three Broomsticks.” He slurs.

I hung up, a frown on my lips as I slid my shoes on. I slide my coat on and shove my phone into my pocket. I grabbed my purse, making sure I had my first aid kit. I walked out to the Common Room and saw Theodore’s friends there. They claimed they were still friends with me, but I felt weird about it all now. They were Theodore’s friends to begin with.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” Pansy says excitedly.

“Hey, Pans.” I murmur.

“Where are you heading? It’s past curfew.” Mattheo asks.

“Theodore called me. He’s drunk and got into a fight. He doesn’t know how to get back.” I sigh.

“Oh.” Mattheo mumbles.

I noticed his nose had a fresh cut across it and as I took him in more, I realized that it was Mattheo who Theodore got in a fight with. I sigh, rubbing a hand across my face.

“Do I want to know why?” I ask.

“He’s just being stupid right now, but he’ll come around. I just hope you give him a chance.” He mutters.

“Wait. You got in a fight with Theodore over his and I’s relationship?” I ask.

“He still loves you and he is well aware of his mistake, but he’s being stubborn about apologizing.” He explains.

“Matty, I appreciate your concern and all, but is it really worth getting into a fight with him over? Theodore made his choice and I came to terms with that. He and I are over. I don’t foresee us getting back together.” I say.

“You never know. He lost a good girl.” He murmurs.

I had no response to what he had to say, so instead I made my way out of the Common Room. I wished and hoped that one of them would hop up and offer to go get him, but no one seemed to want to.

I know you, you’re like this

When shit don’t go your way you needed me to fix it

And like me, I did

But I ran out of every reason

I’ve gone through so many alley’s and I have yet to locate him. It should be that hard to find a six foot giant in these tiny alley’s. I hear mumbling and turn down another alleyway and I see him stumbling down slowly.

“Theodore.” I call.

He turns around and gives me that swoon worthy smile I didn’t realize how much I missed. He walks towards me and wraps me into a hug. I sigh, pushing him away.

“Come on.” I sigh.

I grab his arm and he stumbles, throwing an arm over my shoulder. He leans against me and I curse as I nearly topple over. I walked us back to the castle somehow, this man practically half asleep on me, so I was supporting both his and I’s weight. I managed to get into the Common Room where his friends were still at.

“Hey, t-that’s the wanker who hit me.” Theodore slurs.

“Shut up. You’re drunk and you're a bloody wanker when you're drunk. I’m sure you were hit for a reason.” You snap.

“It’s because I love you and I won’t talk to you. But, we are talking now. Can we get back together, baby? Please?” He pleads as I try to drag him through the Common Room.

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back

Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had

But I don’t really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

You broke me first

“Baby, answer me. I miss you, I miss us. Please, baby.” He pleads as I shove him into a chair as I realized I couldn’t drag him to his dorm.

“No.” I spat.

I didn’t mean to sound so venomous. I busied myself with cleaning his face and hands as he watched me with both hurt and confusion.

“No?” He asks.

“You heard me. I said no.” I mutter.

“But, why?” He whines.

“Because, you broke me first. You don’t get to turn this around onto yourself and act like I just broke your heart. You broke mine. You ripped it out of my damn chest and stomped on it.” I say, tears welling in my eyes.

I threw away the garbage from the first aid materials before standing and hastily leaving the Common Room.

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard

That you moved on quicker than I could’ve ever, you know that hurt

Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name

But now that it’s there, I don’t really know what to say

“Theodore, you need to stop calling me.” I say as soon as I pick it up.

“I want to talk. I can’t keep up with this…this thing between us. I want you back baby.” He says.

“And I told you no. Not to mention, you are with Astoria.” I say.

Trying to keep the anger out of my voice was nearly impossible. My best friend went behind my back and is with my ex. To make things worse, he was with her too. He was completely okay with it. She expected to get in on the Slytherin group of friends, but they despise her. Apparently, they are the truest friends I have.

“Astoria and I are done, baby. She never meant anything to me anyway. I just…I want you. You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” He pleads.

I look up when my door opens. It was Mattheo. I smile softly at him and motion him in.

“We are done, Theodore. I’ve made that clear. Maybe you should try moving on. It does wonders, you know.” I say, hanging up.

I know you, you’re like this

When shit don’t go your way you needed me to fix it

And like me, I did

But, I ran out of every reason

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back

Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had

But I don’t really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

You broke me first

“Is it a bad time?” Mattheo asks, a hint of nervousness to his voice.

“What? No, no, it’s not a bad time. I’m glad you're here actually. I’ve missed you.” I say, smiling softly at him.

He closes the distance between us, leaving a kiss on my head, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smile, looking up at him.

“I’ve missed you too, but please don’t be mad at me. It was their idea.” He mumbles.

“I told you guys I didn’t want to do anything for my birthday.” I complain.

“Shh, it’s a surprise.” He says, his arm around my waist.

We leave my dorm, heading to the Common Room. Despite me being aware of what they had planned, I jumped when they shouted “Happy Birthday” and a bunch of confetti poppers went off. My eyes immediately saw Theodore who was glaring at Mattheo’s arm.

Shit.

He wasn’t supposed to find out like this. Mattheo and I had been trying to keep it on the downlow for as long as we could, but obviously that plan just went to shit.

“He knows.” I murmur.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I should’ve let you go when we walked out of your dorm.” He sighs, running his free hand through his hair.

Theodore was striding towards us before stopping in front of me. He glares at Mattheo before turning his gaze to me.

“I was going to tell you, Theodore. I was hoping to tell you once you began to move on yourself. I didn’t want to hurt you.” I sigh.

“Right. And that’s why you're with my best mate?” He spats.

“Ex-mate.” Mattheo corrects.

Apparently, the group had a falling out with Theodore who has been sleeping around and just drifting.

“Surely, you weren’t truly expecting you and I to get back together.” I say slowly.

“I thought we had a chance! I thought we could’ve worked this out!” He snaps, stepping closer to me.

Mattheo pulled me closer to him as he pushed me behind him more, shielding me with his body, as his eyes narrowed on Theodore.

“No! We didn’t, Theodore and that is on you. We probably could have been forever, but you went on some spiel of how we didn’t click and shit. Then you went behind my back and dated my best friend! So, no! We didn’t have a fighting chance like you hoped! What did you think would happen? That we would have some happy ever after? You broke me.” I snap.

“You broke me!” He snaps.

“Well you broke me first.” I say, tears stinging my eyes.

What did you think would happen?

I’ll never let you have it

What did you think would happen?

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back

Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had

But I don’t really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

You broke me first

(You broke me first)

You broke me first, oh

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ebysse · 1 year

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week 1 - the muggle

finally drawn eileen and tobias.. and some sketches while figuring them out!

#snapecelebration #snapecelebration2023 #mine #severus snape #hp fanart #snape #eileen prince #tobias snape #here we see a brief moment of happiness for this wretched family :^)#its sOO sketchy and messy and im not sure of aNY of the lighting and anatomy but. i gotta post it before the piece dies as an eternal wip #my arting process is just - get the vibes right. its all vibes at this point

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malereadermaniac · 4 months

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Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #gay smut #light smut #masterlist #male reader masterlist #m reader #kit connor x male reader #cedric diggory x male reader #ben florian x male reader #decendants x male reader #hp x male reader #heartstopper x reader #mark sloan #nate jacobs x male reader #jacob elordi x male reader

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mangomonk · 8 months

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edit: here's the full fic based off this drabble! pt. 1 and pt. 2

an idea about goodie two shoes!remus that's been bouncing around in my head

remus is straight laced — he follows the rules to the t, tries his best in his studies, is polite and diplomatic to the teachers and the other students — all because he feels he can't afford to stray from being a good citizen. he's exhausted but he's afraid that if he does something wrong, the other students will look at him and if they look at him for too long, they'll know. he's dry and sarcastic and himself around the marauders, but outside of them, everyone only ever has glowing words for remus. polite. helpful. charming. remus prides himself on his princely behavior.

the only thing is that recently, he's begun to hear murmurs. "why doesn't remus lupin have a girlfriend?" he overhears one hufflepuff fourth year ask her group of friends. He knows they're really only whisperings, but remus, afraid of being seen as other, can't help but fixate on them, especially when he hears similar sentiment. "he receives plenty of confessions, but he only ever gives a vague rejection."

before he can even help it, remus is stuck into a spiral of anxiety. though he knows it's foolish, he can't help it. he's sure that everyone will connect the dots. first it'll start with the question of why he's never accepted a confession after all these years, and then soon, someone will guess that there's something wrong with him. and then everyone will see right through him.

after a particularly rough full moon, coupled by his growing anxieties, he accidentally snaps on a random girl. he doesn't even really remember her name or what he said or what even led him to snap at her, but once he does, he feels a strange mix of guilt and pure relief, as if the burden of holding up this princely facade has been lifted off his shoulders. and then he feels horror. she's staring back at him in pure surprise and all remus can think is, she's going to tell everyone what i'm really like. paralyzed in fear, all remus can do is mumble a half-assed apology before turning on heel and high tailing it out of the library.

"if you're so worried about this, why not just get a temporary girlfriend?" james suggests later at dinner, mistakenly taking remus's silence as anxiety about the girlfriend rumors, and not how he had blown up on some girl — remus didn't tell them, he was still panicking trying to figure out a plan for damage control. he couldn't help but keep watching her across the great hall, on edge every time she said something to a friend. if only he could keep watch.

"it's not that easy, prongs," remus says, forcing his voice to be even. if i get a girlfriend, she'll find out easily after i disappear each month. not to mention remus in general not wanting to subject someone to his lycanthropy.

"seems easy enough," sirius says, nodding past his shoulder. "you have another confession lined up."

"er, remus," a ravenclaw girl says from behind him. he recognizes her from his potions class, but all he can feel is a sense of dread as he notices a few other students turn around in growing interest. "i've fancied you for quite awhile now, and i was wondering..."

remus has a hard time listening to her as his nerves grow. if he rejects her in front of all these people, are the rumors going to spread? out of the corner of his eye, reflexively, he spots the girl he had blown up on earlier leaning to whisper something to her friend. "i'm sorry," remus says, forcing on an apologetic smile. before he can question himself, his nerves gets the better of him. "i actually have someone i like right now."

"oh," the ravenclaw girl squeaks, disappointed. "sorry, i didn't know—"

"that's okay, i haven't made it very clear," remus cuts in hurriedly, his gaze fixating past her. the ravenclaw doesn't even have a chance to ask — she likely wouldn't have asked anyways, but remus points to the girl from earlier. "—that i like her."

ANYWAYS can you imagine the hurt that would ensue if they eventually start dating (fake on his end, real on hers... he picks her because 1) he never expects her to agree to date him after that incident, 2) he can keep an eye on her or blame his behavior on having a crush) and eventually he grows comfortable to not have to put up this goodie two shoes facade but she finds out it was just to cover his ass yeah... im hurting

EDIT: full fic below pt. 1: i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me pt. 2: i've been dreaming

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