#Bella Merlin

[thirteenandahalfcrows]

Did anyone else eat up the Harley Merlin books cuz I’ve never heard anyone talk about them and the author was pumping that shit outttttttrr

Or was this an original experience

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bella ramsey being a merlin stans makes so much sense to me

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[mommynott]

Ride of your life

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Matching with a hot biker on tinder leads to not only an amazing date, but a motorcycle ride…and another kind of ride as well. Starry nights certainly set the mood for a…romantic type of atmosphere.

Warning: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, chars 18+, biker!theo, dom!theo, rough sex, semi public sex, outdoor sex, PIV, degrading, hook up

After a wonderful and heated date, you both stood in front of his bike, Theo turning to you, a sly smile on his lips. “Interested in a ride, Cara Mia?” he asked, starting up the bike. The low rumble of the motorcycle idling behind him. His eyes gleamed in the soft glow of the street light above, the invitation laced with a hint of danger and temptation. Who knew a Tinder date could go THIS well?

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt, the way your heart thumped against your chest in response to the question. Staring over at the bike, sleek and powerful, the engine purring softly as if coaxing you to say yes. Do I do it? Fuck it. It’s fine. Just as you were about to answer, he tilted his head to the side.

Theo chuckled, his eyes still fixed on yours, almost as if he couldn't look away. Which he couldn't. He was a hunter tonight, and you? His prey. "You look like you're thinking hard about it," His already deep voice was low and teasing. "It's just a bike ride, you know. Unless... you're worried that being that close to me might be a little too much for you to handle."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrilling mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Is that a challenge?" You countered as you met his gaze with a flirty smile of your own. Theo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter between the two of you. "More like a promise.”

You laughed, the sound tinged with a hint of nervousness. There was something about his confidence, his charming demeanor, that made you feel almost dizzy. "Alright then." you took a step closer to him. "But you better not disappoint me."

"Oh, trust me. I never disappoint." Theo’s eyes raked down your body in a way that made your skin tingle. He reached out, his hand skimming the small of your back as he guided you toward the bike and lifting you on with ease. He unclipped his extra helmet, helping you put it on.

As Theo's strong hands adjust the helmet on your head, the heat of his body radiates against your own. His fingers graze against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Comfortable?" he asks in that same low tone.

You nod your head and he hops on in the front. Immediately taking hold of your hands to wrap them around his waist. Feeling his muscles through the material of his shirt. Fuck. Theo feels this and throws you a glance from over his shoulder, a cocky smile tugging at the corners of his lips from under his helmet.

As your hands settle on his waist, you find yourself aware of just how close your body is pressed against his. Feeling his muscles flex under your touch, it takes every ounce of your restraint not to let your hands wander elsewhere. "You ready?" Theo asks, his voice slightly raised over the low growl of the engine.

Before you can even respond, he takes off. Revving the bike and smoothly steering it into the city streets. The cool breeze hitting you, but Merlin, you were loving this already. Fuck am I already turned on? “Where are we even going?” You asked through a sea of giggles while he started to pull out of the city.

Theo shot a sly glance over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll see, bella" Answering almost in a cryptic manner, his Italian accent slipped through his lips with ease while he accelerated further. The speed causes the wind to rush against you, making your hands grip his waist even tighter. I hope I don’t regret this.

The streets give way to a series of winding country roads As the bike rumbles underneath you. Theo reaches one hand back to give your thigh a squeeze. "You okay back there?" he asked just as he pulled up to an open area of a field. You nodded your head slowly, enjoying this ride more than you even thought you would.

But little did you know, Theo was hard. Rock hard. His cock almost bursting through his jeans from your simple and soft touch. The field was secluded, away from any prying eyes. Not that there were any around anyway. He came to a slow halt while he turned off the bike.

Theo grabs your waist, picking you off the bike to set you down on the pebble road, helping you take your helmet off. But his hand never leaves your side. A smile paints over your face as you glance around. Stars. The sky was filled with nothing but stars. a view you wouldn’t see so close to the city. “Gods-Theo…This is magnificent…”

Theo's hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers tracing small circles through the fabric of your clothes. He smiled at your awe while you looked upwards, the stars spreading out across the night sky like a sparkling blanket. "I knew you'd like it," he spoke out his voice tinged with pride. He took a step closer, closing the gap between you.

Your breathing got heavier as you looked up at him. He lifted the visor. His ocean-blue gaze visible and his brows furrowed teasingly. But nothing could have prepared you for his next question. Nothing. “You ever been fucked on a bike?” The second those words left Theo’s lips you gasped at the vulgarity of them. Beginning to feel that second heartbeat between your thighs. No. No, I haven’t. But for fucks sake, do I want to.

“N-no. I haven’t.” You stuttered as you shook your head. Theo crept a tad bit closer to you. Both of his hands wrapped around the small of your back. His cologne, a scent mixed with musk and leather, wafted over you. The fragrance evoking something within you. “Well…Do you want to be fucked on a bike?”

He asked through a cocky chuckle finding this all too amusing. He gave your waist a firm squeeze, a little whimper escaping your lips. Fuck. I’m about to fuck a biker. On his bike. In a fucking field. “I-Yes. God. Please fuck me.” You whispered, your hands trailing down his t-shirt. This slight movement only made Theo’s dick pulsate in his pants.

With ease, Theo picked you back up to set you on the bike before slapping your thighs open. Your legs spread open through the skirt you had on, lace panties on full display for Theo. “Keep begging. Just like that.” With that, he slammed his visor down, you could see your shocked and flustered reflection in it.

Theo’s hands snaked down, unzipping his pants and shuffling them down. Taking his massive length out while he stroked it with one hand, the other tugging your panties to the side. A groan of approval escaping his lips while his eyes burned down to your leaking slit.

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life, Tesoro,” Theo growled before teasing his precum-covered tip on your aching clit. Soft moans release themselves from your lips. “Ride of my life-“ Your words cut off as he slammed himself deep inside of you without warning. Not giving you any time to adjust to his throbbing cock. And hell, did you feel otherworldly to Theodore.

“So wet-Fuck…So fucking tight.” Theo spoke through his grunts, the sound of slapping wetness heard around you both. One hand remained gripped on your waist as he pounded into you senselessly, the other reaching up to yank your top down, along with your bra. Your breasts bouncing out and fuck, Theo could have busted from that sight alone. “Look at you. Getting fucked on my bike like the dirty slut you are….You’re-Fuck…too fucking good.”

His degrading words only fueled the arousal that was heating up throughout your body. You couldn’t even speak. The mix of the great pleasure Theo was giving you along with the reflection of yourself in his tinted visor was about to push you over the cliff of climax.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” He demanded while you seemed to freeze up. Theo came to a complete stop, twitching his cock inside of you teasingly. A low chuckle escaping from under his mask. “The first time I make you finish, I want to taste it.” Again, you were stuck in that state of shock. Not even knowing what to say or do. Is he saying what I think he is?

“I-I’m-“ your words cut off when Theo pulled himself out of you, his cock glistening under the starlight, your juices completely coating it. He threw his helmet off, his light brown hair a mess. But in just a few moments you’d be making it even messier. “Shut the fuck up. You can talk while I eat this pussy, tell me how good I make you feel.” Your eyes went wide, the apples of your cheeks flushing bright cherry red.

Theodore didn’t waste any time, dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. His manly and veiny hands dug into your upper thighs while he spread your legs even wider. You leaned back on the motorcycle to prop yourself up, your own nails digging into the leather seat as you prepared for this. But nothing could prepare you for what Theodore Nott was about to make you feel like.

Electrifying. You swore you felt lighting bolts shoot down around you the second he buried his face between your thighs. Your hands find their way into his locks. “Theo!” You cried out in pleasure, your body already reacting to his touch. Nothing. And I mean NOTHING, had ever made you feel this fucking good. Your gaze shifted down to meet Theo’s darkened and hungry eyes. They were burning up into yours and through the swirls of magic his tongue was focused on doing to your clit, you swore you saw a smirk on his lips.

I’m about to cum. And fast. From fucking oral. Who the fuck Is this guy? “You taste fucking incredible, Tesoro.” He said through a tough, long lick up your slit, never breaking eye contact. “So sweet.” Another long lick, making your legs tremble like no other. “Cosi Delizioso, Bella,” Theo spoke into your wet and warmed core, but never removing his mouth off of you.

“I’m so close. Fuck, baby. P-please, don’t stop!” You moaned in a plea, your fingers tugging on his hair even harder. But fuck, did Theo love it. Snaking one of his hands down to his needy cock, stroking it as his tongue flicked faster against your swollen little bud. “That’s it, cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my bike.” Theodore encouraged, lapping his tongue even faster than before. Wanting to see you in that orgasmic state of bliss.

A heaven-like feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, your eyes rolling back into your head, a scream of pleasure echoing into the starry night above the two of you. An orgasm like none other before, Theo drinking in the sweet nectar of your juices. Making sure to taste every last drop and Merlin, was he drunk on you. “Mio Dio, hai il sapore del paradiso.” A low growl muffled against your sensitive skin. Your body quivering under Theo’s touch, he pulled away, smacking kisses along your upper thigh. “T-that was- it was-“ You were stumbling over your breathy words, an embarrassed smile plastering on your face.

“Amazing huh? Someone seemed to really like that.” Again, with the cocky demeanor, but fuck did you like his confidence. His aura. Everything. You felt the heat pool onto your face while you nodded your head to his question, gazing up at him with a doe-eyed stare. “Bend over.” He demanded through his shit-eating smirk. Waving his finger toward the bike. “On your bike?”

“Yes, on my bike. Come on now. Don’t keep me waiting, Cara Mia.” Theo stroked his throbbing erection with a great need while he watched you turn around and arch that perfect ass up. And oh what a perfect ass that was. He stalked closer behind you, letting his hand come down with force-SMACK. The redness spread across your cheek, a hiss releasing from your lips. But the pain and pleasure were mixing together to create something of bliss.

Theodore jiggled your ass, watching it ripple with his touch while he took his cock, teasing it at your slick entrance. “Such a good girl. You listen so well don’t you?” He husked, taking this moment to appreciate the spectacular view of you. A good fucking sub. “Mhmm” You panted, waiting for his next move.

Just then, once again, without warning he rammed his hardness deep inside of you. But this time a tad easier than before. Loosened up that pussy. Your view was the pebble road beneath the bike. Seeing the tires, the gears as he mercilessly pounded into you. -Smack smack smack. You could hardly contain yourself. This was something out of a fucking smut book.

“Gods, you look…so fucking pretty bent over my bike,” Theo grunted through his rough thrusts. That charming Italian accent rolling off of his tongue with dominance and assertiveness. And fuck did you love every second of it. “Oh yeah? You think so?” You tested him with a slight hint of your bratty side. That familiar feeling of nearing climax running through your body.

“I know so.” Smack- Theodore’s strong hand came down to another firm slap across your ass. Seeing his handprint swell across your juicy cheek, a prideful smirk forming on his face. You were close, and Theo could tell. Feeling your cream coat his cock, your walls clenching and gripping his huge length.

His hand tugged into your hair, pulling you back so your glossed-over eyes could meet his. That same smirk never leaving his face. “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while you cum on my cock.” Theo teased, moving himself harder inside of your pussy. The sounds of wetness only increasing. “Y-yes, baby” You managed to squeak out from the babbling mess forming in your throat.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, letting loose as your gaze locked with Theo’s only intensifying the orgasm you were reaching. Loud screams escaped your mouth, never once did Theo stop his rhythm. “That’s it, baby girl. I’m going to cover this perfect ass in my cum.” He grunted, thrusting himself inside of you a few more times before lifting your skirt a bit more.

The view. The orgasms. You. It was all more than enough to get Theo off. He pulled his length out of your pussy, stroking it over your ass. His thick white seed shooting out all over your backside. Watching as it sprawled out all over, dripping down your thighs along with your own cum. “Fuck... You’re something else-You good, Bella?” You nodded your head, you were more than good. You were in the afterglow in the midst of following this phenomenal hook-up.

Theodore, grabbed a soft rag from under the seat, taking his time to clean you up before helping you get settled and dressed. From the dominant side you saw earlier, you were now seeing a more sweet side of him. “Thank you…For the help of course.” You giggled, feeling the slightest bit awkward. Thank you? Seriously? Theo chuckled along with you, opening his seat again to pull out a thin blanket.

You watched as he laid it on the ground next to his motorcycle, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Stargaze with me?” Theo asked, a sweet smile of his own creeping onto his face. You sat beside him, his arm thrown around you as you both got lost in the starry night above you.

You never expected the date to go this well, let alone have sex on a damn bike in the middle of nowhere. Guess it was a beautiful and fun night, filled with wild adventures for you both. But it was a good ride. Just like Theodore said. The ride of your life.

Divider is from here! Hope you beautiful stars enjoyed🖤

[spirits-of-nature16]

“A spell? To tell the truth?” Massimo turns to Scorpion, looking confused “what do you mean by that?” He added to a whisper while Bella continues to talk on stage

Bella chuckled awkwardly after what just happened and continued “um… yeah, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess it’s time I play something to " she sat down on the chair, picked up her acoustic guitar and began playing a song about how she faced certain obstacles after traumatic event over 12 years of losing but finding her self worth

With Bella playing, some people find it moving while others are in tears, even Alberto finds her singing voice mesmerizing, something he's never heard of from a human

Luca 2: Secret "Tails" To Tell (closed to with lady-scorpion-and-friends)

continued from here

@lady-scorpion-and-friends

with Bella Carbone, riding on Ercole's motorboat, on her way to her home location; Paris France, she's been unaware that all of her friends, and Ercole, are following her on water, until she arrived on deck

once she parked the boat, Bella grabbed her bag before looking at all the changes around her "huh, every time I ever left, things looked kinda different" she said to herself before she began to sing to herself while covering herself to avoid contact with people and walking around the horizons; shops, restaurant, cafes and the rest

and after turning herself back into her alter ego, Cascade Crystal, she even bumps right into a random person she knew of

[surfingrealities]

WARNING - piss kink

Theodore's nails dug into your skin, forehead pressed against your upper back as sweat dripped down it.

He had lost track of how long the two of you had been fucking, how many orgasms you both have had so far. He was just so caught up in the moment.

His hips paused their brutal pace up, slowing to a soft grind as a familiar feeling built up in his bladder.

"T..Teddy? Don't stop-.. Fuck!" You whined out immediately at the loss of movement, having been so close to another orgasm. Your brows furrowed, eyes closed, and your lips formed a pathetic little pout.

"M' sorry, bella.. ' have to piss. Just-.. Give me one second."

He quickly apologized, tapping your ass twice with two fingers to signal you to get up off of him.

The thought of him pulling out even for just a moment physically hurt your heart. You couldn't lose the feeling of being so full. You bit down on your lip, before quickly suggesting something.. Different from what the two of you have done in the past.

"Use me. Baby-.. Please.. Just don't pull out.. Piss in me.. Please. Please, theo."

Theodore's breath caught in his throat at your request, a familiar arousal spreading through his body. A small chuckle escaping his throat as he leaned his head up to nip at the bottom of your ear.

"You sure? You're so filthy, princess. You wanna be filled?"

He seductively whispered into your ear, eyes fluttering closed for a minute.

You were quick to reply, excitement coursing through you at the thought of a new experience, "Fuck! Fuck yes! Fill me up, please theo."

He simply groaned in response as he tightened his hold on you. A moment past and you were about to speak again, before you got cut off by an unfamiliar feeling.

Warm liquid shot up into you, feeling absolutely delightful in the state you were in. Your hips instinctively trying to roll down onto his cock. "Oh.. O..Oh! Merlin! Yes!"

All he could do was let out a breathless groan, a hint of relief at the feeling of letting go in it. His girl was so dirty.

"You're such a dirty thing, getting turned on by this. Fucking slut."

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Tired midnight write. Probably horrible but I am half awake.

[suugarbabe]

ballooning around | t.n x reader

warnings: fluff

word count: ~1.9k

a.n.: this is for @finalgirllx & @thatdammchickennugget jinxed july! this is for week one; water balloon prompt

Truly it was a marvel that you were functioning, with as hot as it seemed to be at the villa. Somehow, Theo had convinced all of you to spend two weeks with him in Italy at his parents' very large, very private (and very expensive) villa. You say somehow, but everyone knows that with just the smidgen of widening of his big ocean eyes and you’re a fucking goner, doing anything and everything your boyfriend asks or suggests. 

Pansy and yourself had decided that if you were stuck in the heat then you might as well also get bronze; the two of you choosing to lay out by the pool, oiled and lotioned with giant sunglasses perched on your noses. You two had managed only a mere hour of peace and quiet in the sun before you were bombarded with the shouting and rowdiness of the boys. The slapping of bare feet on concrete became louder and more multiplied until you saw three bodies whip by the two of you to cannonball into the pool. 

Your body tensed, eyes closing as you braced for the feeling of sun warmed water to assault you. But it didn’t come. You peaked an eye open when you heard moans and groans of curses (both english and italian), only to see Theo, Enzo and Mattheo hovering just above the surface of the pool. “There’s not a chance in bloody hell I’m allowing you to drench us in pool water just because you lot act like you’re all eleven again in the heat,” Pansy had her wand leveled, pointed strait at the three culprits in front of you. 

It was impossible to hide the grin on your face, pulling your sunglasses down ever so slightly to make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. “Please, bella, tell your friend to let us have a little fun, yeah?” he was laying his accent on extra thick, he knew it was something that often had you melting on his every word. However the heat had you feeling extra bratty, “Not today, amore mio, it’s too hot. Leave the shenanigans for cooler temps, please.” You turned to your friend beside you, “Let them down, Pans. I wanna go inside for a drink.” 

Pansy shrugged, tugging her wand slightly to break the connection. You didn’t miss the slight gape in Theo’s mouth, his expression that of slightly betrayed, but you thought it was cute that he thought you’d give in so easily. Pansy followed you, twirling her wand between her fingers. “Ladies, looking like you’re plotting something, should I be afraid?” Blaise teased as he and Draco exited the villa, Blaise holding the door for you two to enter. Pansy spoke over her shoulder cheekily, “If you know what’s good for you, I wouldn’t plot with the three stooges in the pool.” 

Blaise wore a smirk as he held his arms up in defense, backing away and towards the pool as he let the door close behind the two of you. Sliding up to the kitchen island you let Pansy work on making the drinks as you took off your sunglasses, pulling your wand from the strap of your bikini top where you had secured it for the walk inside. Pansy quirked a curious eyebrow, “Doing some plotting of your own, babes?” You shook your head as you smiled, “Not necessarily, more like…precautionary measures.” 

You held your sunglasses at arms length, pointing the tip of your wand to one lens, “speculo vicissm.” You did the same to the other lens as Pansy laughed lightly, “A reflection charm? Pray tell, my dear, how are these going to help?” You grab the glass she had just set in front of you and threw a decorative straw in it before taking a large sip, “Fucking, Merlin, Pansy, is there any mixer in here?” Pansy just shrugged her shoulders. You took another smaller sip, “Okay, actually it’s not that bad. Anyway, we know that Theo and the others are probably plotting some childish plan to get us back for your little hover charm earlier.” 

She nodded her head, waving her hand in a circular motion as if to tell you to continue, “So I figured…what better way to see him coming than to have eyes on the back of my head. Or rather, be able to see him behind me…without him knowing.” Pansy tapped the side of her glass with her fingers outstretched, her ring making a clinking sound like a mini applause for you as you put your sunglasses back on. “Oh, that is fucking brilliant. I knew Nott had to have fallen for you for more than just a nice ass-ouch!” Pansy rubbed her arm where you swatted at her, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, your very average ass.” 

You laughed, going to swat at her again but she jumped back, running toward the door leading to the pool. Pansy was giggling as you followed briskly after her, being distracted only by Mattheo calling your name. You walked over hesitantly, eyebrow raised and scanning your surroundings as you approached, “Is this some ploy to help Teddy get back at me, Matt? You know I’ll get you back if it is.” You pointed an accusing finger at the raven haired boy who held his hands up in defense, “I’m clean, swear. Look, no wand. I was just, erm, wondering what you were getting Nott for his birthday this year?” 

Arms crossing you sat into your hip, “Theo’s birthday is not until December…why are you asking about that?” Mattheo started stumbling over his explanation as you saw movement in the reflection charm you put on your sunglasses, “I, erm, just wanted to know because I didn’t want to get the same thing as yo-” Mattheo was cut off by you crouching down, pulling him with you. The snap of elastic led way to a burst of water hitting the fence where Mattheo and you once stood. You raised to full stature, quickly turning around while Mattheo continued to sit behind you only to see Enzo with a weak smile on his face. 

“A water balloon, really? Explain yourself, Berkshire,” your tone took that of an accusing older sister and Enzo became visibly nervous. “T-theo,” Enzo cleared his throat after his voice cracked, “ahem, erm, Theo made me do it.” You turned to face your boyfriend who seemed completely unbothered. He stretched his long, toned body across the pool floaty, feet lazily hanging into the water, “What’s wrong, cara mia? Can you handle the heat, or no?” His accent made the question more taunting then it already was. You shook your head, smirking down at him, “Okay, pretty boy. I know what you’re up to. Good luck trying to get me now.” 

But try Theo did, and fail he did often. After the mishap with Mattheo distracting, or more like attempting to distract you Theo tried three more times to soak you with water balloons. And nearly each time your sunglasses charm came in handy. When you were walking back towards the villa to get you and Pansy another round, you saw Mattheo trying to sneak up behind you, “Don’t even think about it Riddle.” You heard him groan in defeat before throwing the balloon at Enzo instead. 

When you were laying out again with Pansy, he had tried to use a hover charm. Thankfully Pansy sensed that one a mile away, using her own wand to counter his spell and send the balloons chasing Theo until he jumped back into the pool to escape. His third attempt was the lowest one in your opinion, so you’re happy it didn’t work out for him. Theo had called you over, saying he wanted a truce and that “he forgave you for foiling his plans earlier.” He tapped on your bottom lip with his thumb, something he did often when he was wanting a kiss. You wanted to believe him, even began to lean towards him until you saw Draco and Mattheo tip toeing in the reflection. The moment you saw them release the balloons you apparated to the other side of Theo, causing both balloons to hit him in the chest and forehead. 

Theo had let out a slew of curses as your hands set firmly on your hips, “Really, Malfoy, you too? Shouldn’t you be hiding in the shade with how fucking pale you are? You’re brighter than the fucking sun.” Draco scoffed, a scowl gracing his face, “Hey, just because you’re pissed at Nott, don’t take it out on me.” Theo had called a truce then, and for the last thirty minutes you felt like you had finally found peace. So when Blaise called you over to the table, you didn’t find it suspicious whatsoever. That and the fact that you fully trusted him to stay out of the rest of the boy’s childish antics. 

“So how did you manage it?” Blaise asked as you sat down. You tilted your head, “How did I manage what?” Blaise leaned his elbows on the table, hand waving as he spoke, “How did you manage to always know when they were coming? Did you put eyes in the back of your head or something, love?” You laughed lightly, handing your sunglasses over to your friend. Blaise quirked an eyebrow, picking up the sleek shades and twisting them this way and that before finally putting them on himself. He let out a low hum of recognition, smiling as he pointed a finger at you, “A mirror charm, you clever witch.” 

You nodded, leaning back in your chair, “Thank you, much. I’m very proud of that. Although I do feel slightly bad with how many times Theo got pummeled with water balloons today.” Blaise pulled your sunglasses down his nose slightly, peering at you over the lenses, “Don’t feel bad, love. He deserved that. However, I do feel bad, because I don’t think you deserve this, but they roped me into it.” Before you even had a chance to properly process what Blaise had just said, what felt like a water balloon the size of your head burst above you, essentially drenching your entire top half in frigid water. 

Turning around slowly in your chair, a look of shock still etched on your face, you saw your boyfriend standing by the edge of the pool, looking far too proud for his own good. You stood up from the patio chair you were sitting in, your look of shock now exchanged for one of determination, “Oh, you are dead meat, Theodore.” You started running after him, Theo only giggling before running away and around the pool. Enzo took your earlier seat next to Blaise, mouth half full of licorice as he spoke, “M’money’s on Theo, his legs are longer and he’s far quicker. Ten galleons he laps the pool and catches her first.” Blaise shook his head, “Nuh uh, no chance. Our little witch is gonna get him and then they’re both gonna end up in the pool.” 

Not as soon as Blaise finished his sentence did you grab hold of Theo’s shoulder, a small yelp from him heard before you both hit the water; Blaise simply smirked at Enzo, holding his hand palm up and waited for his winnings.

[slow-burn-sally]

The Terror memes were fun, so I made some JSAMN ones.

[lushaletta]

the objective and persuasive / theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

summary: a tale of forbidden romance through the eyes of a lovesick theodore nott

a/n: what is this?!?! ivy actually WRITING??? unheard of! anyway.. i still do not have my ipad so my tom riddle miniseries will be on hold for a bit :( i still have more i wanna say for it! in the meantime, you may have some horrible writing in the form of my theodore nott debut! lorenzo zurzolo fine ASFFF okay bye enjoy

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Theodore Nott is very intelligent. Maybe he’s a slacker. Maybe he puts off homework until it’s being collected during class. Maybe he has a bad habit of poor time management. But what Theodore has never been is stupid.

So why is he still here, hopelessly barking up a fruitless tree?

“Please, I just want to be with you,” he’s slurring, drunk on too much whiskey and a side of love.

You cup his face in your hands, wondering how in Merlin’s name you have Slytherin’s smartest boy with his knees on your feet, fingers clinging onto yours. It’s truly senseless; for he knows the circumstance. He knows what will happen if this is taken further. He knows it cannot be.

And yet, his hands drop to your sides, running up and down as they ride up your dress. “It’s impossible, Theo,” you say, matter-of-factly. You’ve always been quite the objective.

You swear his eyes gloss over. “Bella— oh, God, I can’t. Why don’t we make this fucking real? Be my girlfriend already.”

A sigh escapes your plush lips, the smeared makeup on it looking much nicer to Theo knowing it’s he who ruined it.

“Don’t be difficult. For my sake.”

He throws his head down, grip tightening on your hips, “What about my sake? It hurts. It hurts so bad. I just need you.”

“You need sleep.”

Theodore will regret this all in the morning. He will come to his senses and remember all the reasons a relationship with you would be futile. But for now, he’s fallen at your feet, begging like only a fool would.

And it’s hard. So hard to keep your composure. To not pull him up and into your arms and avow him forever.

Your gaze darts away quickly. You’ve had your fair share of alcohol as well and your judgement is beginning to cloud. His face wouldn’t help anything.

“I am yours. I promise. If the issue is that you doubt my loyalty, you don’t have to. I’m devoted,” he drawls, searching your eyes for any sign of weakness. He finds none.

“Theodore, please, get up,” you urge, pulling on his fingers and willing him to stand— to make it all a little less painful.

He’s firm. “Not until we try and make this work. Not until you promise.”

To crumble sounds appealing. You’d rather be the pile of mush on one’s feet than the villain to resist. Your resolve is shattering, piece by piece, with every word that leaves his mouth.

“Theo, we’ve been over this.”

He tightens his grip on your hips. “I don’t fucking care what my father has to say about it! I’ll fucking kill him! I’ll do anything for you to consider me.”

Again, you pull him up, hoping he’ll stand. At first he’s resistant, and then he sees the look you’re giving him.

He’s finally upright, now towering over you and still you don’t feel any smaller. He’d give you control if you only parted your lips to say so.

You clash against him, pulling him in for a kiss he didn’t expect. He half-thought you’d turn him away but with your haphazard attempts at silencing him, he should’ve known. He’s always been quite the persuasive.

Theodore grabs your face, swishing his thumb over your cheek with adoration to rival Romeo’s with Juliet. He’s holding you as if you’re going to disappear.

You scoff at the thought, like you’d ever disappear on him. You’re in knee-deep, letting his right hand travel your back, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your stomach.

“I love you, Theo.”

And while it’s not a promise to try, the man takes what he can get.

[artytaeh]

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in hogwarts legacy, a portrait of a deceased minister is in the hufflepuff's dorm, and that somewhat immortalizes him.

so personally, i think that theodore would have a slight anxiety about you and his son— theo would be damned if he'd ever let his little boy grow up without his mother, like he did.

even worst without the two of you.

i think that theodore would request a portrait to be painted of the two of you, during another trip to italy; the two of you are sat on a garden, together. that immortalizes one of the moments that he was the happiest— with you.

as sad as it is, theodore finds some assurance that even if he died, even if your son becomes an orphan, the two of you would have a way to see him grow up, or offer some words of comfort shall he need it.

( theo wishes that he had a portrait of his mother— the portrait wouldn't be able to hug him, sure— but at least, he wouldn't have forgotten her voice. )

theo would also request another painting of you, and you alone. he'd give his life for you, however, theodore knows better than to trust his luck to fate's cruel decisions.

and merlin, does he pray that he'll never have to seek solace on a portrait of you. ever.

imagine if there was another portrait of him alone !! you know how in harry potter they can go to other frames? imagine theodore's portrait sneaking to yours. ☹️ he could never be without his bella.

[bunnybird-afk]

Thinking about Rustport and how everyone here calls us by our chosen name instead of "Merlin". How Sonja specifically states that she'll make sure people know the real us rather than our title. How the people of Rustport went from seeing us as an outsider to genuinely accepting and respecting us as one of their own. How Sonja's affinity title is "Rustport's", and Lucca respects us so much that he starts saluting us everytime we see him and even suggests we join the Whispers officially. How Sinbad considers us his first real friend in ages, going as far as to place his trust in us even in life threatening situations.

Sinbad's mothers trusting us to keep their boy safe and on the right path, and to help out around Brineville despite us being an outsider. The Whispers like Knox and Bella having a deep sense of respect and admiration for us, holding our name in high regard and giving us preferential treatment. The Water Wights like Al, Cecil and Nico trusting that we'll always help them and make sure they're not looked down on when they try to live an honest life. Hell, even Bols has started to appreciate our presence and crack jokes with us.

Honestly, when we first got to Rustport it was miserable and harsh, but as the season progressed we really got to build a genuine sense of community with everyone. And I personally grew to love Rustport and feel an odd sense of protectiveness over the little community there.

And that left me wondering, is this what it was like for our Merlin's in Ryeham before we lost our memories?

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

Slytherin boys react // Finding out you’re pregnant.

Draco Malfoy~

Draco paced the length of his shared Slytherin dorm, his hands buried in his platinum hair, tugging at the strands in agitation. You sat on the edge of his velvet green bedding, your hands trembling as you watched him unravel. He had been silent for a long moment after you told him, his stormy gray eyes wide with shock.

“You’re… pregnant,” he repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice laced with disbelief. He stopped pacing, turning to face you. “How could you let this happen? How could I let this happen?” His tone was sharp, but you could hear the undercurrent of fear beneath the frustration.

You flinched, unsure whether to feel hurt or defensive. “Draco, it wasn’t exactly planned—”

“Planned?!” He threw his hands up in exasperation, spinning on his heel to pace again. “Do you have any idea what my parents will say? What Father will say? He will surely crucio me on the spot. A Malfoy heir out of wedlock, and with someone I’m not even courting?” He groaned, sinking onto a nearby chair and burying his face in his hands. “Merlin, I’ll be disowned. Burned off the family tapestry, just like Sirius.”

Your eyes stung with unshed tears, and your voice wavered. “I thought you’d be happy about this. You said you cared about me, Draco.”

At that, he froze. Slowly, he raised his head to look at you. His features softened, the usual mask of arrogance slipping away. “I do care about you,” he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly. “I care more than I should. That’s why I’m panicking. This is… this is huge.”

You watched as he stood and moved toward you, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands in his. His touch was warm, grounding. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his gray eyes searching yours. “I didn’t mean to lash out. I’m just… terrified.”

You squeezed his hands, your voice barely above a whisper. “So am I.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, and then Draco let out a shaky breath, his hands tightening around yours. “We’ll figure it out,” he said firmly, more to himself than to you. “I’ll… I’ll talk to my parents. I’ll make them understand. You won’t do this alone, I swear.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. He was still panicked, still frustrated, but beneath it all, he was Draco—the boy who had always cared for you, even when he tried not to show it. He cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “I’m happy about this,” he whispered. “I really am. I’m just going to need a little time to get used to it.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “We’ll figure it out,” you echoed, your voice steady despite the uncertainty ahead.

For the first time since you’d told him, Draco smiled—hesitant and a little wry, but genuine. “We will,” he said, his voice softening further. “We always do.”

Theodore Nott ~

Theodore stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his usual calm replaced with a quiet unease. The faint sound of your footsteps pulled his attention, and when he turned, his green eyes softened at the sight of you—but only for a moment. Something in your expression made his brow furrow.

“What’s wrong, bella?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You hesitated, the words heavy on your tongue. “Theo… I think I’m pregnant.”

He froze, his breath hitching audibly. For a moment, he just stared at you, like the words hadn’t fully registered. Then, slowly, his face crumpled—not with anger, but with a raw, unfiltered fear.

“Merda,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. He took a step back, his movements shaky as he turned away from you. “No, no, no… this can’t be happening. I… I can’t…” His voice broke, and he gripped the railing of the tower like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Theo—”

“I don’t know how to do this!” he blurted out, his voice trembling. He spun back to face you, his eyes wide and glassy. “I don’t know how to be a father.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he turned away again, dragging a hand down his face.

You stepped closer, your heart aching at the sight of him unraveling. “Theo, look at me.”

He didn’t move, his shoulders shaking slightly. “I’m not good,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I’m not like you. I’ll hurt them—I’ll ruin them. Just like he ruined me.” His words were laced with a deep, painful sadness, and when he finally turned to face you, there were tears in his eyes.

“You won’t,” you said firmly, reaching out to take his hand. He let you, his fingers trembling in yours. “You’re not your father, Theo. You’ve never been like him, and you never will be.”

“How do you know that?” he whispered, his voice breaking again.

“Because I know you,” you said, squeezing his hand tightly. “You care so much, even when you don’t want to show it. You’re kind, Theo. And yes, you’ve been hurt, but that doesn’t mean you’ll hurt anyone else. You’re not him.”

He let out a shaky breath, his head hanging low as he tried to steady himself. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“You can,” you said gently, stepping closer until you were right in front of him. “And you won’t do it alone. I’ll be here, every step of the way. We’ll figure it out together. I promise.”

Theo looked at you then, really looked at you, and the fear in his eyes softened just slightly. “Tesoro mio,” he murmured, his voice raw but tender. “What if I’m not enough?”

“You already are,” you said softly, brushing a hand against his cheek. “You’re enough, Theo. For me, and for them.”

For a long moment, he simply stared at you, his breathing shaky as he tried to absorb your words. Slowly, he nodded, though the fear hadn’t completely left his face. “I’m still scared,” he admitted, his voice trembling.

“I know,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “So am I. But we’ll be okay. I believe in you, Theo.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he let out a shaky laugh, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “You make me believe in myself,” he whispered. “And maybe… maybe that’s enough for now.”

Blaise Zabini ~

You found Blaise in the Slytherin common room, lounging casually in one of the green armchairs near the fire. His dark, smoldering eyes flicked up to meet yours as you entered, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled, setting down the book he’d been pretending to read. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you so late, ma chèrie?”

You hesitated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you clutched your hands tightly together. Blaise immediately noticed your unease, his smirk fading slightly. He straightened in his chair, leaning forward with a curious tilt of his head. “What’s wrong?”

Taking a shaky breath, you stepped closer and forced the words out. “Blaise… I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, silence fell over the room. Blaise blinked, his lips parting slightly as he processed your words. Then, with maddening calm, he leaned back in his chair and arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure it’s mine?”

“Blaise!” you hissed, your cheeks flushing with anger.

He laughed, the rich, velvety sound echoing off the stone walls. “Relax,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m joking. Obviously, it’s mine. Who else could it possibly be? No one shags as good as me.” His grin widened, the cocky confidence you’d come to expect from him shining through.

You glared at him, your nerves still raw. “This isn’t funny, Blaise! I’ve been terrified to tell you, and all you can do is make jokes?”

But instead of brushing you off, Blaise’s expression softened, something almost tender flickering in his eyes. He stood and closed the distance between you, his large, warm hands gently cupping your face. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. But… you should know something.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding. “What?”

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m… happy,” he said, the words sounding almost foreign coming from his lips. “Actually, I’m ecstatic.”

Your eyes widened. “You are?”

“Of course,” he said smoothly, leaning closer, his dark eyes sparkling. “The idea of a little Zabini running around? Brilliant. They’ll be the best-looking, most charming kid Hogwarts has ever seen.” He smirked, but it wasn’t as sharp as usual—there was warmth behind it.

“I… I didn’t think you’d want this,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“Want this? I didn’t expect it, sure,” he said, his tone softening. “But you’re having my heir. That’s…” He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “That’s incredible.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to be relieved or completely thrown by his uncharacteristic reaction. “So… you’re okay with this?”

“Okay with it?” he repeated, his grin widening. “I’m bloody thrilled. You and me, taking on the world with a mini version of us? Sounds perfect to me.”

A small laugh escaped you, a mix of disbelief and relief. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight kiss. “And you love it,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar, teasing confidence.

As he pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world, you realized that somehow, in his own infuriatingly charming way, Blaise Zabini was exactly what you needed right now.