#𓍼ོ teddy dust 🧸.ᐟ

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hi! congratulations on 2k ivy! i've only recently stumbled into your acc but i'm loving all of your works so far!

you write so good i feel like im actually in it, iykwim!

anyways, if it's okay with you, can i get a 🧸 teddy dust for mattheo or theo with the prompt; "look, i know i probably should have backed off and i apologize." "no, honestly it was kind of hot." "what??" (from the 2nd angst prompt list)

i love your works sm you're amazing! cheers to 2k again!

YOUR RESIDENT GUARD DOG.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ M. RIDDLE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you met mattheo, you knew he had a temper. but when some creep at a party gets too close to you, he completely snaps. now you're in his dorm, everyone yelling, but all you can think about is how pretty he looks when he's angry

WARNINGS ಇ. violence, fighting, blood, suggestive tension, possessive!mattheo, mutual pining A/N ಇ. hi love!! ୨ৎ omg first of all, thank you so much for your sweet words, you have no idea how much that means to me ♡ hope you love it, darling—mwah!! ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The party had been going fine—better than fine, actually. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the Slytherin common room was packed with students laughing, dancing, and generally causing trouble. But then, of course, someone had to ruin it.

You’d been trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of some Ravenclaw’s hand lingering too long on your wrist, his body crowding too close as he slurred something about how you were “too pretty to be this stuck-up.”

You were this close to hexing him when someone else stepped in.

More specifically—Mattheo. And more as in swung in.

The shift in the room was immediate. One second, you were glaring up at the guy, and the next, Mattheo was right there, shoving himself between you and the Ravenclaw.

His voice was low, lethal. "Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hand."

The guy scoffed, clearly thinking Mattheo was all talk—right up until Mattheo’s fist connected with his jaw.

The impact was loud. Gasps echoed around the room.

"For fuck’s sake, Riddle!" Draco groaned, already marching over.

Draco and Theodore had immediately shoved themselves between Mattheo and the guy before he could do worse. Lorenzo grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you back as Blaise and Pansy tried to calm the situation down. The guy scrambled away, cursing, but Mattheo still lunged after him, only stopped by Theodore gripping his shirt and yanking him back.

"Fucking hell, Riddle," Blaise hissed. "You wanna get expelled?"

"Expelled?" Pansy cut in, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed your hand. "More like murdered—if Snape finds out, he’s going to skin him alive."

"I’d like to see him try," Mattheo muttered, wiping his knuckles on his shirt.

"Are you dense?" Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever think before you act?"

Mattheo scoffed. "Oh, please. You lot would’ve done the same."

Theodore rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Doesn’t mean we’re not going to call you an idiot for it."

Eventually, after much grumbling, the boys dragged Mattheo upstairs to their dorm, with you and Pansy following close behind.

Once inside, the scolding resumed.

"If you break every guy’s nose who flirts with her, you’re going to run out of people to fight," Lorenzo pointed out.

"And fists," Blaise added.

"And brain cells," Theodore muttered.

"Bold of you to assume he has any left," Draco deadpanned.

Mattheo huffed, plopping onto his bed. "Whatever. Worth it."

Pansy shook her head before turning to you. "You okay, love?"

You nodded, offering a small smile. "I would’ve handled it, but..."

"But he had to go full knight-in-bloody-armor," Draco finished, rolling his eyes.

Blaise smirked. "Our resident guard dog."

Mattheo flipped him off. "Shut up."

Eventually, after much scolding (mostly from Pansy and Lorenzo), everyone trickled out, leaving you alone with Mattheo.

You exhaled, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall.

"Look, I know I probably should have backed off, and I apologize."

You let out a breathy laugh. "No, honestly, it was kind of hot."

Mattheo blinked. "What??"

You smirked, watching realization dawn on his face as he tilted his head at you, eyes darkening with mischief. "Ohhh. So you like watching me throw punches, huh? That’s a bit concerning, love."

You shoved his shoulder. "Shut up."

"No, no, this is good information. Noted." His grin was all teeth, but there was something softer in the way he looked at you now.

The air between you shifted. You could still see the adrenaline buzzing under his skin, the way his jaw flexed slightly, his lips still slightly parted like he had more he wanted to say.

So you decided to shut him up another way.

You grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he responded instantly, tilting his head and deepening it like he’d been waiting for this.

When you finally pulled away, Mattheo was grinning like an idiot. "So, just to clarify—if I get into more fights, do I get more kisses?"

You rolled your eyes. "Try it and find out."

"Merlin, I love a challenge."

And just like that, Mattheo Riddle was absolutely, hopelessly gone for you.

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sweet ivy! happy 2k! how exciting dear, congratulations!! 🫶🏼

𓂃༯ 🧸 teddy dust - character: mattheo riddle & prompt: back hugs and everything in between — i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.

😍😍😍

PULL ME IN AND DON'T LET ME GO.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ M. RIDDLE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since mattheo realized how perfectly you fit in his arms, he’s made it his life’s mission to keep you there—chin on your shoulder, arms snug around your waist, trailing soft kisses up your neck like it’s his favorite thing to do. and really, it is

WARNINGS ಇ. extreme fluff, clingy!mattheo, reader might combust from too much affection, mattheo being absolutely obsessed with you A/N ಇ. hi vee!! ୨ৎ thank you so much for requesting, my love ♡ hope you love it, doll—mwah!! ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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It started with his arms wrapping around you from behind.

You had barely made it past the doorway of his dorm before Mattheo pulled you against him, his chest warm and solid as it pressed into your back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he’d been waiting all day just to hold you.

"Missed you, angel," he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.

You smiled softly, letting your hands rest over his, fingers brushing against the rough skin of his knuckles. His grip tightened, holding you like he was afraid you’d slip away.

"You’re clingy today," you teased, though you made no effort to move.

Mattheo only hummed, his lips finding your shoulder. "Mmm. Just tired," he admitted, his voice quieter now, slower. "Just wanna hold you."

Your heart melted.

And then his lips brushed against your shoulder.

It was barely there at first, just a whisper of warmth against your skin, but then—again. And again. Slow, lingering kisses, pressed softly into the curve of your shoulder, trailing higher, higher, like he had all the time in the world.

You shivered, gripping his wrist without thinking.

He smirked against your skin. "Ticklish, baby?"

You swallowed, feeling your entire body warm under his touch. "No," you lied, voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo chuckled, deep and quiet, his lips brushing over the nape of your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. "Mm. Thought so."

Your face was burning now.

"You—" You exhaled, tilting your head slightly, giving him more space, more of you. "You’re such a tease."

Mattheo grinned, his arms tightening, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Nah," he whispered. "Just loving on my girl."

Your breath hitched.

You turned in his arms without thinking, and suddenly, you were nose to nose, his sleepy brown eyes gazing at you, something soft, something endless swirling in them. His curls were messy, his lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile, and he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world keeping him grounded.

"You okay there, angel?" he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You couldn’t even answer. Just stared at him, warm and flustered and completely wrapped in him.

He chuckled, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Thought so," he whispered against your skin.

And then he pulled you down with him, tangling his limbs with yours, holding you close, pressing one last kiss to your temple before sighing in pure contentment.

"You need to rest," you told him, smoothing your fingers through his hair.

Mattheo only shook his head, dipping down until his forehead rested against yours. "Later," he whispered. "Just wanna stay like this a little longer."

Your heart ached in the best way.

So you let him hold you, let him sway you both gently, let the world outside disappear for a little while. And when he finally pulled you onto the bed with him, tangling your legs together beneath the covers, his arms still firm around you, you didn’t protest.

Because you knew.

He was never letting go.

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Ivyyyy! Congrats on 2k 🎉🙌🤍 you’re such a sweetheart and deserve all the love b! I’d love to request a teddy dust!! Ilyyy

🧸 Mattheo, sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo - but one day he notices it doesn’t smell cuz you ran out or something (hope that’s ok if I added a detail?) (from fluffy prompt list)

STAY IN THE LAVENDER SHAMPOO HAZE.⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ M. RIDDLE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you started dating mattheo, he’s been obsessed with the way you smell, always nuzzling into your hair like a love-drunk puppy. but when you run out of your shampoo, he grieves—all pouty lips and big doe eyes, clinging to you like it’s the end of the world, demanding extra kisses to to help him get through this trying time

WARNINGS ಇ. mattheo being a dramatic menace, excessive clinginess, sickeningly sweet fluff, and an overwhelming amount of affection—read at your own risk A/N ಇ. pizza!!! baby!!! ୨ৎ thank you so so much, you’re the sweetest ever ♡ i’m hugging you so tight!! ilyyyy ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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You’re barely given a second to breathe before Mattheo is wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you close like you’re the most precious thing in the world. His face dips into your hair, just like always—except this time, he stills.

There’s silence. Then a confused little hum.

"Baby…?"

You peek up at him, resting your chin against his chest. "Hmm?"

His nose brushes over your head again, like he’s double-checking. Then he pulls back, eyes big and scandalized. "Angel. Where is it?"

You blink. "Where’s what?"

"Your smell." His hands find your waist, gripping gently. "You always smell like that vanilla peach shampoo—or the lavender one I like. But now…" He leans in, dramatically sniffing. "Nothing."

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. "I ran out."

He grips his chest like he’s been wounded. "You ran out of your shampoo?!"

"Yes, Theo, I—"

"This is a tragedy," he groans, flopping dramatically onto you, burying his face into your neck. "I have suffered a great loss."

You roll your eyes, even as warmth spreads through your chest. "It’s shampoo—"

"Don’t," he cuts you off, lifting his head just enough to give you the most betrayed look. "Don’t downplay my pain." His grip tightens around you. "You owe me for this."

You raise a brow. "Owe you?"

"Yes," he huffs, shifting to cage you beneath him, completely unbothered by your unimpressed expression. "Reparations, angel. Compensation. I demand at least—" he pauses, then smirks, "—ten kisses to make up for it."

You let out an incredulous laugh. "You’re blackmailing me for affection?"

He grins, all dimples and mischief. "Gotta cope somehow, baby."

You roll your eyes. "It’s just shampoo, Theo—"

"Just shampoo?" He cuts you off, tilting your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. His thumb strokes your cheek, gaze soft but so dramatic. "No, no, angel. This is a personal tragedy. A great loss. I’m in mourning."

You giggle, shoving at his chest. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love me for it," he grins, dimples showing. Then, before you can escape, he’s nuzzling into your neck, lips ghosting over your skin as he hums. "Guess I’ll just have to make up for it by keeping you right here. All day. No leaving. No running away from my love."

You squeal when he lifts you effortlessly, spinning you in the air before landing on the couch, arms locked around you like a human-sized koala. "Mattheo!"

"Shhh, baby," he hums, tucking you beneath him, completely unbothered. "Let me love you through this trying time."

Before you can protest, he’s nudging his nose against your cheek, voice dropping into something softer, more honeyed. "Come on," he coaxes, lips grazing your jawline, "how am I supposed to survive without my daily dose of my baby smelling all sweet? You gotta make it up to me somehow."

Your heart melts. He’s so ridiculous. But he’s also warm, and soft, and looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him.

With an exasperated sigh (that is definitely fake), you cup his face, pulling him down to press a kiss against his lips.

He hums, pleased, but then you feel his smirk return.

"That’s one," he murmurs. "Nine more to go, angel."

You groan, but you’re already smiling.

Mattheo always wins.

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hi ivy baby! congrats on 2k you deserve every follow!

I was hoping to req a teddy dust? 🧸

charceter: regulus black, prompt: “why do you always pull this shit?” from prompt list angst number 2?

thank you! and again congrats!

THIS IS ME TRYING.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤ ㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ R. BLACK

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you got with regulus, you've known he misses sirius—no matter how much he denies it. you never push too hard, never force it, but tonight, one word too many turns soft touches into sharp edges. you leave. hours later, he knocks

WARNINGS ಇ. angst, arguments, avoidance, hurt/comfort, soft ending A/N ಇ. hi darling!! 🧸ྀི thank you so much you're so sweet! keep your heart ready for some ache & softness!! mwah ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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Regulus is warm beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that lulls you into a quiet kind of peace. Your fingers slip through his hair, slow and rhythmic, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. He sighs at the feeling, his grip around your waist tightening just a fraction, like he wants to keep you anchored there, pressed against him, where nothing else can reach him.

The room is dimly lit, the candles on the bedside table flickering soft shadows against the walls. It feels safe here, untouched by the outside world, untouched by the ghosts that linger at the edges of Regulus’ thoughts.

Until you speak. Until you break the silence.

“I saw Sirius today.”

His body goes still beneath you.

Your fingers falter for only a second, but he feels it—of course he does. He always does.

Regulus doesn’t move, doesn’t push you away, but the warmth between you shifts, replaced by something cold, something bracing. “And?” His voice is controlled, careful. But you hear the tension beneath it, the way his words tighten around something unsaid.

You take a slow breath. “He asked about you.”

A sharp exhale through his nose. “That’s nice.”

You close your eyes for a second, gathering your thoughts, choosing your words carefully. “Reg,” you whisper, “he misses you.”

His fingers twitch where they rest against your back, and for the first time since you spoke, he looks at you. His grey eyes are dark, unreadable, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “Why do you always pull this shit?” His voice is sharp, but there’s no real anger behind it, only exhaustion.

Your heart clenches. “Because I love you.” The words slip out in a breath, soft but certain.

He swallows, jaw tightening. “Love has nothing to do with this.”

You sit up now, fully looking at him, refusing to let him slip away. “Love has everything to do with this,” you say, firmer now. “I know it’s complicated, Reg, I know it’s not easy, but you’re not—” You pause, gathering your words. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

His gaze flickers, a split second of vulnerability before the mask slips back into place. “I don’t need your help.”

You shake your head, heart aching. “I don’t believe you.”

Regulus exhales, running a hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the strands like they might keep him grounded. “I need to be alone,” he mutters, and this time, there’s something final in his tone.

You study him, searching his face for any sign that he might change his mind. But his walls are up again, shutting you out.

So you nod, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Okay.”

And then you leave.

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The hours stretch long and quiet.

You try to sleep, but the bed is cold without him. The space beside you feels empty, like something is missing, like something was torn away too suddenly. The weight of your conversation lingers, pressing heavy against your chest, making it impossible to breathe properly.

Then—

A knock.

You hesitate for only a second before pulling open the door.

Regulus stands there, bathed in silver light, the moon catching the edges of his sharp features. He looks tired, his hair slightly messier than before, as if he’s been running his hands through it over and over again. His lips part, and for a moment, he doesn’t speak. He just looks at you, something fragile and uncertain in his expression.

Then, quietly— “I nodded at Sirius today.”

You blink, breath catching.

Regulus shifts on his feet, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I saw him,” he continues, voice softer now, hesitant. “And I nodded.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “And he nodded back.”

A breath shudders out of you, something warm blooming in your chest, gentle and aching all at once. You reach for him slowly, giving him a chance to pull away. He doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, letting you wrap your arms around him, letting himself sink into you, just a little. His forehead presses against your shoulder, and you feel him exhale, shaky and uneven.

You smile against his temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m proud of you,” you whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, but his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, and you know. You know this is the start of something new.

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The new theme is as gorgeous as you Love!!

And happy celebration to you! I don't have any requests for it right now but if you feel like it, what about 🧸 Jamie with your favourite prompt??

I hope you've had a beautiful Valentine's my Darling 😘

WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH THE SPARE ROOM?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ J. POTTER

SUMMARY ৎ୭ when you and james moved in together, the spare room became a heated topic. you want a guest room, james wants a game room, and neither of you are willing to back down. just when things get chaotic, sirius shows up with his own agenda—one that has nothing to do with helping you and everything to do with making sure remus moves in with him

WARNINGS ಇ. domestic chaos, james being dramatic™, minor manipulation (sirius’ brand of strategic encouragement), no actual resolution, just mild compromise A/N ಇ. oh, mum, you’re the sweetest!! ♡ thank you, love!! i went with the prompt "a spare room" from the domestic prompts. hope your valentine’s was as lovely as you ୨ৎ mwah!! ‹𝟹 p.s. i got a bit inspired by mondler's spare room fight nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The problem began with a simple question.

“So, what are we doing with the spare room?”

It was an innocent inquiry, asked while you stirred sugar into your tea, dressed in mismatched socks and James’ Quidditch jumper. You hadn’t thought much of it. Just a casual question, a nice topic to discuss like responsible adults who had just moved in together. What you hadn’t expected was James to come crashing into the kitchen like he’d been preparing for this moment his entire life.

“I’m so glad you asked.” He beamed, dropping a roll of parchment onto the counter dramatically. It unraveled to the floor, revealing an intricately drawn-out floor plan labeled ‘JAMES’ GAME ROOM OF GLORY.’

Your tea almost sloshed over the rim of your mug. “I—what?”

James, unbothered, began his presentation. “Picture this, angel—dart board, a pool table, a giant Wizard’s Chess set, a Quidditch simulator—oh! And a mini fridge for butterbeer.”

“James.” You blinked at him. “That’s ridiculous.”

James gasped, clutching his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “Ridiculous?”

“We should make it a guest room.”

He looked personally betrayed. “For who?”

“For guests?” You gestured vaguely. “You know, people who visit?”

James scoffed. “Name one guest.”

“Remus?”

“He rarely gets out of his room.”

“Sirius? Peter?”

“They practically live on our couch already.”

“Lily.”

“She wouldn’t stay here if it were the last habitable place on Earth.”

You crossed your arms. “What if one of our parents visit?”

James paled. “…I’m listening.”

You smirked. “A nice, cozy guest room, James. Soft bedding, warm lighting, maybe a bookshelf—”

“Or a Quidditch decor shelf.”

You sighed. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“Debatable.”

The argument escalated into a full-on debate, voices rising, exaggerated hand gestures flying, James dramatically reenacting how utterly tragic his life would be without a dedicated game room. You were halfway through an impassioned monologue about practicality when the front door slammed open, and Sirius Black sauntered in, pausing in the doorway, probably hearing you from across the hall.

“Alright, what in Merlin’s name is going on here?”

You and James turned to him mid-argument.

“James is being ridiculous!” You pointed at him accusingly.

“She is a dream-crusher!” James shot back, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him.

"Children, children!" Sirius rubbed his forehead with a deep sigh like a father forced to mediate his very dumb children while the mother (Remus) was away. "What is all this about?"

"I simply asked James what he thought we should do with the spare roo—" You started but was very rudely interrupted by your 'boyfriend'.

"—future game room." James grinned as if saying just that would get Sirius to side with him.

Sirius shook his head. “You two are a nightmare. Right, listen up, lovebirds.”

You frowned. “We’re not lovebirds, we’re having a very serious debate.”

Sirius ignored you. “As a neutral third party—”

“You’re not neutral.”

“As a neutral third party,” Sirius continued, louder this time, “I think you should consider the bigger picture.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Which is?”

Sirius clapped his hands together. “Compromise.”

James perked up. “You mean a game room?”

Sirius shot him a look. “No, what I mean is, if you two don’t move in together peacefully, Remus won’t move in with me.”

"Cause I'll not move and stay with Remus again?" You questioned with a raised brow although you still couldn't figure out how this affected Sirius in any way.

"Exactly! And we don't want to do that to happen to poor, old me now do we, doll?" Sirius cooed.

"We wouldn't have to if you just tell James that having a guest room is better." You snarked back as you cast a glance at James who was already daydreaming about all the games he could bring. As if you would let that happen.

Sirius groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Merlin! It’s like talking to two particularly stubborn hippogriffs!”

You rolled your eyes. “Then maybe try agreeing with me.”

Sirius gasped, clutching his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “Me? Picking sides? I am a man of neutrality, of fairness, of—”

“—pure drama,” you finished flatly.

“—wisdom,” he corrected, ignoring you. “And my wisdom says that if you two don’t stop bickering like a pair of first-years fighting over a Chocolate Frog card, I will be left alone in a flat, miserable, forced to talk to my plants for companionship.”

James blinked. “...You don’t even have plants.”

Sirius scowled. “I’ll buy plants, James. Is that what you want?”

James, completely unaffected, turned to you with a smug grin. “You know, love, if we had a game room, we could get a PlayStation.”

Your eye twitched. “We are not getting a PlayStation.”

“We could get a PlayStation,” James whispered, nudging Sirius.

Sirius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You know, a PlayStation does sound fun.”

“SIRIUS.”

Sirius held up his hands. “I’m just saying! It’s modern, it’s interactive, it’s—”

“You are supposed to be on my side,” you snapped.

“I’m supposed to be on Remus’ side, actually,” Sirius corrected with a smirk. “Which means I just need you two to shut up and move in peacefully.”

You folded your arms. “So you’re manipulating us into agreeing so that Remus will move in and you can make him fall in love with you?”

Sirius grinned. “It’s not manipulation, it’s strategic encouragement.”

James grinned. "Brilliant, mate."

You groaned. "Fine. A compromise."

James nodded thoughtfully. “I’m listening.”

“Half game room, half guest room.”

“…Go on.”

“Bed for guests, but also a dartboard.”

You considered. “Mini fridge?”

“For butterbeer only.”

“Fine.”

“A small, tasteful Quidditch poster?”

You sighed. “One.”

James grinned. “And a tiny Quidditch decor shelf?”

“James.”

“…I had to try.”

And so, the spare room became a bizarre hybrid of comfort and games—a soft, welcoming guest bed next to a dartboard, a bookshelf lined with novels and a single, oversized Quidditch poster. James called it a victory. You called it a disaster. Sirius called dibs.

And together, you called it a home.

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ivy, my love!! congratulations on 2k, so well deserved <333 what a cute celebration you've put up! i'd like to make a request :)

🧸 teddy dust -> remus lupin + "what is your problem? you always pull this shit."

thank you and lots of love darling!

AND I CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ R. LUPIN

SUMMARY ৎ୭ remus is barely holding on after losing his mum. he can’t lose you too. when he snaps, it all comes out—his grief, his fear, and everything he’s been too scared to say

WARNINGS ಇ. heavy angst, grief, discussions of loss, self-neglect (skipping meals), emotional breakdown, hurt/comfort, guilt, slight panic, mentions of death A/N ಇ. i was so confused about what to write for remus but i think i did pretty well! thank you so much for the request, san ♡ also happy birthday to remus lupin ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The untouched plate sits on your nightstand like an accusation.

Remus sees it the second he steps into the bedroom, exhaustion hanging off him like a heavy coat. His whole body still aches from the full moon, from grief, from sleepless nights haunted by memories of his mother’s voice—soft, steady, loving—now forever gone. He thought he'd come home to something stable. Something steady. But instead, there's the cold meal he left for you hours ago, exactly where he set it, not a single bite taken.

His chest tightens.

He doesn't touch it. Doesn't move. Just stands there, staring, his breathing going shallow.

Not again.

It’s the same pattern—one he’s watched unfold too many times. The same pattern that makes something inside him coil with fear, with anger, with helplessness. You promise him you’ll eat, you smile and tell him not to worry, and then he finds proof that you’ve done the exact opposite. And maybe if things were different—if his mum were still alive, if he weren’t already crumbling under the weight of loss—he’d handle this better. Maybe he’d have the patience to coax you into sitting down, to remind you softly that you deserve care, too.

But tonight, patience is beyond him.

His grief is a living, breathing thing inside his chest, and he can't keep pretending this isn't tearing him apart.

He turns on his heel, striding out of the bedroom, his pulse thrumming in his ears.

By the time he finds you in the kitchen, you barely have a chance to look up before he snaps.

"What is your problem? You always pull this shit."

The words are sharp, cutting, harsher than he intends, but he doesn't take them back. Because he’s tired. Tired of feeling like he’s losing everything, of fighting for people he loves and watching them slip away anyway.

You flinch, barely perceptible, but he catches it. It doesn't soften his anger—it just adds guilt to the mess of emotions already clawing at his throat.

"I wasn’t hungry," you say, voice small, avoiding his gaze.

It only makes his chest tighten more.

"You say that every time," he breathes out, voice raw. "Every damn time, and I keep believing you, keep hoping you'll take care of yourself, but you don't."

You press your lips together, hands curling into fists at your sides. "Remus, I—"

"No," he interrupts, stepping forward, the desperation thick in his voice now. "You don’t get to do this. Not when I just—" His breath catches, and suddenly, he’s swallowing down the lump in his throat, willing himself not to break apart completely. "I just lost my mum, and I—I can't lose you, too."

Your face crumples, guilt and sadness mixing in your expression as you reach for him. "You're not going to lose me."

"You say that." His voice shakes now, the anger fading, leaving nothing but exhaustion and fear in its place. "But that plate was sitting there all night. And what if it sits there tomorrow, too? What if you keep skipping meals, keep forgetting to take care of yourself, and one day, it gets worse?" His breathing turns uneven. "I just—I don't know how to do this, love. I don’t know how to watch you disappear piece by piece."

Silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.

“I lost my mum because she did the same damn thing you’re doing,” he spat, his voice cracking on the last word. “She—she was sick for years, and she just—she never told me. Never let me help her. She just kept pretending everything was fine, kept pushing through it until—until she couldn’t anymore.” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body trembling with the force of holding himself together. “And then one day, she was gone.”

A lump formed in your throat, thick and suffocating.

“And now you’re—you’re standing here, doing the same fucking thing,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like your body isn’t worth taking care of. Like you can just keep going until—until—”

Until you collapsed. Until you faded away like his mother did.

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Your heart ached. He looked so lost, so shattered, like a man caught in the wreckage of a storm he couldn’t escape. You wanted to reach for him, but he wouldn’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the floor, as if meeting your eyes would break him.

“Remus,” you said, voice thick. “I’m not her.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t lose you, too.”

You swallowed hard, guilt curling in your stomach like ice.

“You’re not losing me.”

His laugh was colder this time. “You can’t promise that.”

Your chest tightened. He was terrified. Of losing again, of being helpless again, of standing over a grave and realizing it was too late to do anything. And the worst part? You’d been feeding that fear without even realizing it.

So you did the only thing you could.

You stepped forward, took his shaking hands in yours, held them like you could anchor him, like he wasn’t unraveling at the seams. “Then let me promise this—I’ll do better. I’ll eat. I’ll take care of myself.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “And you need to do something for me, too.”

He stiffened. “What?”

“Go see your dad.”

His head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto yours.

“No,” he said immediately. “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s better off without me.” His voice cracked, a splintered thing. “He lost Mum—he doesn’t need me dragging him down, too.”

Your heart shattered.

“Remus,” you whispered, tightening your grip on his hands, “he already lost your mum. Don’t make him lose you, too.”

His face crumpled. And for the first time since this fight began, he let himself fall apart.

A shaky breath, a muffled sob against your shoulder as he collapsed into you, fingers gripping your shirt like you were the only solid thing in his world. He clung to you like he was drowning, like the weight of his grief was finally too much to carry alone.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, one hand threading into his hair, the other splayed against his back as he shook in your hold.

“Okay,” he whispered, so soft you almost missed it. “I’ll go.”

You pressed your lips against his hair, lingering there like a promise. “And I’ll eat.”

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hi ivy, congratulations on 2k! you're doing so well bb

can i please request for 🧸 teddy dust ￫ enzo berkshire + ʚɞ hurt/comfort prompt: running them a hot bath and letting them decompress whilst you help them bathe + kissing away tears of tiredness and frustration

thank you for sharing your talent. i appreciate the kindness and positive energy you share with the community. here's to more success and fun times!

I THINK YOU MIGHT BE MAGIC.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ㅤ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ L. BERKSHIRE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ after a long, exhausting day, lorenzo comes home looking completely worn down. you don’t hesitate to run him a hot bath, helping him relax as you bathe him with gentle hands and soft kisses, reminding him just how loved he is

WARNINGS ಇ. extreme fluff, soft!lorenzo, lots of kisses, bathing together (but nothing suggestive) A/N ಇ. hi bb!! ahh thank you so much, you’re the sweetest ♡ sending you big hugs 🧸 ilyyyy ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The door to your shared apartment creaked open, the telltale sound of keys jingling against the wood as Lorenzo stepped inside. He didn’t say anything at first, just sighed—deep and heavy, like the weight of the world was pressing down on his shoulders.

You were off the couch in an instant. “Enz?”

He barely lifted his head, just enough to give you a tired smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His usually impeccable posture was gone, replaced by a slouch that made your chest ache. He looked utterly exhausted.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You reached for him, cupping his face in your hands. The coolness of your fingers must have felt nice because he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. “Long day?”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, but it lacked any real amusement. “You could say that.” His voice was rough with fatigue, like he hadn’t spoken in hours.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before taking his hand and leading him down the hall. “Come on, love. Let’s get you sorted.”

Lorenzo let himself be guided without protest, following you into the bathroom. The warm glow of the lights was soft, inviting, and you wasted no time turning the faucet, letting the tub fill with steaming water. You drizzled in some of the lavender-scented oil he liked—not that he’d ever admit it out loud—and the air filled with the soothing scent almost immediately.

His shirt was the first thing to go, and you helped him ease out of it when his fingers trembled from exhaustion. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes softened at your gentle touch spoke volumes. Once he was undressed, you helped him into the bath, watching as the tension in his shoulders slowly melted away beneath the warmth of the water. He sighed, tilting his head back against the edge, eyes fluttering shut.

You knelt beside the tub, rolling up your sleeves before dipping a washcloth into the water. You ran it over his shoulders and arms, slow and deliberate, and his body sank further into relaxation with each gentle pass. When you moved to cup some water in your hands, letting it cascade over his hair, his lips parted with a sigh—softer this time, almost content.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

You frowned, setting the washcloth aside so you could brush his damp hair back from his forehead. “Don’t say that.”

His lashes lifted, revealing tired but adoring eyes. “I mean it.”

You kissed his temple, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “You deserve everything good in this world, Lorenzo Berkshire.” Another kiss, this time to his lips. “And I’m going to spend forever proving that to you.”

Something in him cracked at that, and before you knew it, silent tears were slipping down his face, mixing with the water droplets on his skin. Your heart clenched at the sight, and you kissed them away one by one, murmuring soft reassurances between each press of your lips.

“I love you,” you whispered, nuzzling against his cheek. “Every bit of you, every tired sigh, every little smile. I love you more than words can say.”

His arms tightened around you, water sloshing slightly as he buried his face in your shoulder. “You always know what to say,” he breathed, voice wavering. “I think you might be magic.”

You giggled softly, running your fingers through his damp hair. “Maybe I am. Maybe I was made just to take care of you.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he kissed your shoulder. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky us,” you corrected, kissing his forehead again. “Now, let’s get you all nice and warm, and then we’ll cuddle until you fall asleep, okay?”

He exhaled a shuddering breath, finally—finally—fully relaxing into you. “That sounds perfect.”

And so you stayed, running the cloth over his skin in slow, soothing strokes, whispering to him about everything and nothing until the tension in his body finally gave way to peace.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ۶ৎ―― ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ʚଓ₊˚ʚ ;༊ ₊˚ ivy's 2k celebration

thank you for being with me and for loving these little fics that i write, my loves ♡ i am so so grateful for all your support & kindness. truly just speechless… i love you endlessly, always ‹𝟹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnav. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

EXAMPLE.ᐟ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓂃༯ 💌 dear fic ￫ ask my fics little questions like they’re secrets written in a storybook… ask them why they hurt you, scold them, beg them for answers as to why they ended the way they did, and i’ll let them write back

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓂃༯ 🏹 fairy's arrow ￫ tell me about yourself, and i’ll find the one written in the pixieland for you

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓂃༯ 🧸 teddy dust ￫ send me a character + a prompt from any list, and i’ll write you a shortdrabble ・・・ fluffy ʚɞ angsty 1 2 ʚɞ domestic ʚɞ hurt/comfort 1 2

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