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ghostfacd · 1 year ago

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𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀𝙉, 𝙃𝙀’𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x fem!slytherin!reader

genre: fluff, sweetheart enzo, brief suggestive content, enzo is a big softie basically

summary: in a world filled with men, there’s lorenzo berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman

Lorenzo Berkshire was a sweetheart.

Everybody knew that the down to earth Slytherin couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to, and weirdly did not fit the stereotypical mean Slytherin persona despite hanging with Draco and his friends.

In fact, a lot of things that Lorenzo did were out of the ordinary for his crowd of people. Whenever Draco would pull a first year by their backpacks so their bodies would fling back, Lorenzo always muttered an apology after, offering the first year a cookie the next day. It was just who he was; he was a sweet boy, and that often meant he was also very clueless.

Sure, he was smart in his classes, but in everything else? Lorenzo was practically the virgin of all virgins.

“Her eyes are up here Enzo,” Pansy teased, watching as Lorenzo’s eyes finally shifted off your chest to look at Pansy in the eyes.

“Huh?”

“Well I know they’re nice,” you tease further, “but it’s rude to stare, y’know.”

“Oh,” Lorenzo’s eyebrows furrow, clearly confused. He’s either great at playing the dumb role or he genuinely has no idea what you and Pansy are inciting.

“What do you mean?” Lorenzo then moves his hand over to touch the gold colored necklace on your neck. “I was just looking at the new necklace you got. It’s nice.”

Oh. You didn’t think anyone would notice your new necklace. You bought it over the holidays when you went back home with your family, and had just started wearing it now.

“Thanks Enzo,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek. He pulls back flustered, but he mutters a you’re welcome under his breath.

“LO BOY!” Lorenzo is quickly pulled into a headlock by no other than Draco Malfoy, who seems to find his friend struggling hilariously funny. “Oh what’s wrong Lo? Got your head in a knot?”

“Boys.” You and Pansy mutter, rolling your eyes as you both get up from your seats, heading to the much more quiet Great Hall.

- - -

The next time you see Lorenzo is in your Potions class. He’s on the left of you, and you’re almost falling asleep at the boring lecture of your professor. He always seem to talk more than actually teach how to mix potions.

“Pssst,” Lorenzo mutters to your partner as he hands her a slip of paper. “Be a peach and pass it to Y/N?”

Your partner, who has developed a little crush on Lorenzo only blushes, accepting the piece of paper and tapping you on the shoulder.

“Here,” she says, “it’s from Lorenzo.”

Your eyebrows quirk up, slowly unfolding the crinkled paper.

Your hair is pretty today

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile. Lorenzo just knew how to swoon a girl over, didn’t he? He doesn’t even have to try and your knees would still feel weak.

So my hair isn’t pretty on other days?

You scribble down, passing it back to your partner who passes it to Lorenzo.

His eyes grow wide when he reads it, opting to shake his head quickly.

“Not what I meant,” Lorenzo mouths.

“I know,” you mouth back, giving him a smirk. “Thank you Enzo.”

And you both end up more pink than the potions that were made in class that day.

- - -

“What do you even do in your free time?” Theodore asks, poking Lorenzo’s cheek repeatedly to annoy him. “Like read?”

“Like read?” Lorenzo mimics back. “Yes, I read. You should too Teddy, it’d be good for you.”

Theodore rolls his eyes, “I don’t need to read. And don’t call me Teddy.”

When you arrive in the dining hall, Theodore and Lorenzo already make a space for you to sit in between them. Usually, Pansy and Draco would be sitting across from the three of you, but today, they were off doing Godric knows what.

“Pans and Draco not here today?” Lorenzo asks, still focusing on the assignment he was finishing up before dinner ends.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. “No idea what they’re doing.”

“Oh,” Theodore chuckles, “I have a few ideas.”

That makes the two of you burst out laughing, and Lorenzo finally looks up from his paper.

“What?” He asks. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh Enzo,” Theodore places a hand on his friend’s back, “never change.”

Lorenzo rolls his eyes, shrugging Theodore’s hand off. “Whatever that means.”

When Theodore finally heads off to the Slytherin common room, you and Lorenzo are left alone, the small conversations of the other students surrounds the two of you.

“Working hard on that assignment,” you say quietly to Lorenzo, bringing up your hand to pull a few strings of hair that were poking his eyes.

“Well someone’s gotta be the smart one in our friend group,” he says teasingly.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m not smart?” Your hands start to wander, coming to each of Lorenzo’s sides to tickle him. He was especially ticklish around his abdomen.

“H-hey! Stop that!” He laughs, pushing your hands away. “Okay okay, we’re both the smart ones.”

“And Pansy,” you add.

“And Pansy.”

- - -

When you walked out to the lake that sat across from the Slytherin common room, you didn’t expect to find Lorenzo feeding the ducks. He was crouching, softly throwing a few pieces of crushed up bread at the ducks that now surrounded him.

“What are you doing Lo?” You ask, walking beside him.

“Not too loud,” Lorenzo says, “you’ll scare them away.”

He continues doing what he does before he runs all out, deciding to finally turn to you and throw an arm around your shoulder. “Evening.”

“Evening Enzo,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was out of habit, and you did it regularly, but it didn’t stop Lorenzo from blushing every time it happened.

“I was feeding the ducks,” he explains, although it was pretty clear what he was doing. “I like them, they’re nice and pretty. Draco sometimes throws rocks at them, so it’s kind of my way of apologizing for him.”

You ruffle Lorenzo’s hair slightly, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Oh Enzo, you sweetheart.” But he doesn’t hear you, instead, choosing to admire the scenery of the lake.

- - -

“You know what’d be funny?” Mattheo says, already laughing before he could get out the rest of his sentence. “If we pied the girls. Pansy and Y/N.”

Lorenzo’s ears perk up at this, but he keeps quiet. Why was his friends always looking to get into trouble?

“They’d totally kill us,” Theodore comments.

“That’s why we have to do it.”

The boys had already gotten two pies and their plan figured out before Lorenzo could stop them. He watched as they hide it behind their backs, approaching you and Pansy who were both engrossed in your conservation.

“Wait,” Lorenzo mumbles, quickly following his group of friends. When he sees their hand from their back move as they speak to you and Pansy, he steps in front of the two of you, getting hit straight in the face with the two pies.

“Huh..” Lorenzo says, wiping away the whipped cream that was covering his eyes. “Key lime.”

“Enzo,” you say, knowing that this was probably one of Mattheo or Draco’s dumb ideas again. “You guys apologize to Lorenzo right now.”

The three boys sigh defeatedly, muttering a quiet sorry to their brunette friend who’s still wiping the whipped cream from his face.

“Why’d you do that Enzo?” You ask him as the two of you sat down on the grass. You’d finally got all the whipped cream off his face with a towel, and although Enzo won’t admit it, he was kind of grateful he did end up getting pied. After all, a pretty girl was cleaning him up after all, and not just any pretty girl, his close friend.

“Cause you’re too pretty to get pied.” He shrugs, which makes you smirk.

“Too pretty?”

“Well yeah,”

You laugh at Lorenzo’s honesty, and finally, you lean in to give him a kiss on the lips instead of the side of his cheek.

“Did you just-”

“Shh,” you say, grabbing ahold of his hand. “Just let me appreciate you right now. In a world full of just men, you’re a gentleman Enzo.”

And Lorenzo only smiles, knowing he’s finally got the girl of his dreams.

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bunny-1111 · 8 months ago

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How the Slytherin boys would react to you getting into a physical fight with another student

Tom:

he would be so nonchalant

he would see, you all hands on deck

break it up

pull you away

when he's walking you off, you're catching your breath

he would say, "Pull yourself together" so sternly

"I don't need people saying I'm dating a classless troll, hear me"

when you nod with embarrassment, he would roll his eyes

leading you to his dorm, you would gather the courage to ask where he's taking you

"teaching you not to use your fucking hands; I'm never above hurting the enemy; you want to hurt someone? I'll teach you a few spells" he would say, stoic

"fighting with her hands like a fucking muggle" you would hear him scoff under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval

Matteo:

Honestly, Matteo would love a psycho girl. You can't tell me different

when he heard chanting 'Fight!' he ran to the scene

Matteo would never miss a good brawl

when he pushed through the crowd and realised it was you amidst the chaos, he smiled

"Come on Baby! swing" he would clap, telling the bystanders that was his girlfriend

when the boyfriend of the girl you were fighting started talking too much shit, he rolls his own sleeves up

couples who fight together stay together?

Theodore:

when the two of you went to the library for a late night study, the lights were dim, and Theodore wasn't able to see you properly

when you were walking back to Dungouns, it was windy, and the your jumper had slipt slightly off your shoulder, revealing a small bruise

Theodore would stop you immediately "what's this?" he would question pulling the fabric down even further to see if more followed

"what happened." he would say

"I bumped into a bookcase?" you try

"I was with you all night, no you fucking didn't. I'll ask you one more time. What. Happened?"

"I got into a little fight" you admitted

"Huh? Who, when" he would start

"Doesn't matter Theo, I won. This is my battle scar" you smiled pulling your jumper back up

"It was with a girl right? No guy hit you" he sternly continued his interrogation

"No Theodore, it was a Gryindor, alright a girl"

"Good, I wasn't in the mood to have to kill someone... long day" he huffed opening the door for you, entering the common room

Lorenzo:

you and your friends would be in the hall eating dinner

when Blaise says, "Hey, y/n, any reason why (the person you fought) ended up in the hospital wing and you didn't even need to pay Pomfrey a visit?"

Why would you go to Pomfreys? enzo would ask mouth full of food

"oh? you didn't hear about the cat fight in the corridor today" Blaise laughed

Enzo practically choked on his food.

"You got into a fight?" he looked up

you didn't reply. To Enzo no answer was an answer

"My little angel got into a fight and didn't tell me... did you win?"

Draco:

he would make such a fuss

"it was Ginny Weasley" you laughed

"What!?"

"Yeah, we got into it because he was talking shit about you, so I started talking shit about Harry, and it escalated" you smiled

"And?" he pried

"Gryifindors arent as courageous as they say," you say

"That's right darling, let's go walk past their common room, wanna torment Potter bout this" he smirked

Blaise

he would be on the quidditch pitch, playing

when a girl next to you was talking about how he's not a good player, how her boyfriend on the opposing team would smash them

"you wanna get smashed by my fist next? that's my boyfriend you're talking about," you would say

"well tell your boyfriend he's eating shit this match?" she smiled back

pouncing through the bleachers you attacked

when Blaise caught sight of Pansy pulling you off her, and the girl running off with a blood nose, he smirked

he played so well the rest of the game

walking out of the locker rooms, he found you "I won on the pitch, you won off the pitch hunny" he would smile wrapping an arm around you

"Do you know what she said?" you started to rile up again

"She said that-" you started

"No, no, you took care of it, that's it" he smiled down at you

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girllblogging777 · 7 months ago

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𝑆𝐿𝑌𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝑆 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

↳ summer vacations edition

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✩ the whole friendgroup is spending summer at the malfoy manor, while draco’s parents are gone to france.

☆ because of their family situation, mattheo and theo are practically at home here. on the other side, enzo and blaise are as excited as kids on christmas day.

☆ running around the property, playing hide and seek and going on what they call “side quests”, you’ll never catch them relaxed.

☆ when all the boys went grocery shopping, they came back with an obscene amount pop tarts, beer and pickles. theo also insisted on “trying new snacks” like biscuits and gravy flavoured crisps (yes it exists). they ended up doing a mukbang at 3am in the kitchen.

☆ despite not being keen on cooking, blaise insisted on making s’mores in the barbecue. it ended up being somehow edible and they spent the evening lazily chilling on the terrace while mattheo lazily played guitar and tried teaching it to enzo (key word : tried.)

☆ however, there is NOTHING lazy and chill about pool days with the boys. the malfoys have a huge pool and it managed to be almost emptied up after hours of playing water polo and a thousand dives-in.

☆ pranks pranks pranks !!! it all started when draco woke up by a bucket of water being thrown on his freshly washed hair. over the next few days, the boys all got back at each other with spicy drinks, sharpie drawings on their face, a giant fake spider outside and last but not least, fireworks in the garden (guess whose idea that was)

☆ blaise saw how muggle make vlogs on youtube and decided to do the same. he follows all the boys around the house 24/7 until theo kicks him out “get out of the bathroom or else i’ll throw the camera away, i’m showering bitch !”

☆ and mattheo developed an obsession with making cocktails so they often end up drinking piña colada for breakfast. don’t ask.

☆ despite the weird food and constant messing around, summer with the boys is the best thing ever.

☆ and last but definitely not least, a giant party at the end of the month. that’s the only thing all the boys agreed on and it’s the most famous topic once school starts again. no one throws a party quite like the slytherin boys.

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a/n : wrote this by the pool and then had to re-write it cause it got deleted… likes/comments/re logs are welcome !!!

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prythiansprincess · 1 year ago

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the crush theory.

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader.

song inspiration: london boy by taylor swift.

author’s note: this is just a cute indulgent coffee shop! au with my sweetheart enzo. majorly inspired by all the boyfriend vibes louis has been serving with miss olivia lately. let’s not even talk about the ass grab with his big hands and rings…🫣

Enzo Berkshire never quite managed to master the language of love.

Despite being a polyglot and a linguistics major, romance remained a complete mystery to him. It wasn't like he could craft a conjugation chart to help him not make a fool of himself in front of the girl of his dreams. When it came to matters of the heart, Enzo often found himself at a loss for words. Perhaps that was the reason why he never mustered up the courage to speak to you.

Until that one fateful fall morning.

The kiss of autumn arrived on campus a few weeks into the semester, freeing the city from the grips of the summer heat and bringing with it the changing of leaves and the distinct scent of cinnamon and apples. Enzo shoved his hands into the pockets of his burnt orange corduroy trousers and savored the sound of the jewel toned leaves crunching underneath his loafers. As the wind picked up, he wrapped his chunky knit cardigan tighter around himself to shield against the chilly breeze.

The ivy covered brick buildings and cobblestone streets faded into the background as he walked past the quad. Deja Brew, the little hole in the wall cafe that Enzo frequented, greeted him like an old friend. The coffee shop was located on the outskirts of campus and was only a short walk from his dorm, which made it the ideal place to conduct his tutoring sessions. Not only was it convenient, but the cozy and quiet ambience provided the perfect setting for Enzo to teach his fellow struggling students.

As time went on, the choice of location became less about convenience and more about catching a glimpse of you—the surly barista that worked the morning shift. For the past few months, Enzo developed a rather embarrassing crush on you. There was something about your scowl and no bullshit attitude that drew him to you like a moth to a flame. Though in his case, Enzo was perfectly content to hover a safe distance from the proverbial light of your fancy French cigarette lest he get burned.

Upon first glance, anyone would have been intimidated by you. With your faded band tees, ripped jeans, and scuffed leather boots, Enzo was well aware that a girl like you would never be interested in a bloke who's wardrobe consisted of sweaters with elbow patches, floral print button downs, and neatly pressed pleated trousers. Needless to say, you were way too cool for him.

Enzo was resigned to merely admiring you from afar, but fate seemed to have other ideas. The bell above the door tinkled softly as he made his way into Deja Brew only to stop dead in his tracks when he spotted you at the register. Usually, you were behind the bar manning the espresso machine during the early morning rush, but not today.

Today, you were front and center.

Part of him considered walking out the door, but given the fact that the shop was nearly empty, a hasty exit would definitely not go unnoticed. Enzo had no choice but to suck it up and approach the register with resignation. The minute he opened his mouth, he was sure he’d muck things up.

Enzo swallowed thickly and pushed his round framed glasses further up the bridge of his nose; a nervous habit he developed when he was younger. The erratic beat of his heart echoed in Enzo’s ears as his gaze flickered up to your face, expecting to be greeted with a frown. To his surprise, your lips curved into a small smile once you spotted him.

“Lemon balm tea with two pumps of peach syrup and a dollop of honey, right?”

Enzo blinked at the melodious sound of your voice, nearly missing the fact that you’d recited his exact order, which shouldn’t have been surprising given the fact that you’ve been making it for him for months. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little warm inside as you looked at him expectantly. He stared in stunned silence for a moment.

You furrowed your brow in doubt. “Did I get that wrong?”

“No, no, it’s right. It’s great. It’s perfect—“ Enzo cleared his throat, mentally kicking himself for rambling. “I’m just surprised that you remembered it.”

“Of course I remember it, you’re one of my regulars. I’d be a pretty shit barista if I forgot your order.” You cocked your head, tapping your lips thoughtfully. “Speaking of which, do you want your croissant warmed up, Lorenzo?”

“You know my name?”

Enzo hadn’t meant to sound so starstruck, but hearing his name come out of your mouth made his heart skip a beat.

“And your social security number too,” you deadpanned. Enzo’s eyes widened, which made you chuckle. “I’m just having a laugh. I promise I won’t commit identity theft against you. Unless you piss me off.”

You accompanied the statement with a cheeky wink, which only made Enzo even more nervous.

"Don't look so nervous, peach. I swear I don't bite."

“Right. Sure. Of course,” he stammered. “The tea and the croissant sounds good, Y/N.” The realization that you’ve never told him your name came a beat too late. “It’s on your chest. The name tag, I mean. I wasn’t just staring at your chest. Though I’m sure it’s very nice. Bloody hell, I’ll stop talking now.”

Enzo cringed at himself, but eased when you laughed. “You’re a strange bloke, Lorenzo.” You said as you began making his drink. “But I’ve got to admit, it’s oddly charming.”

He chuckled, trying to hide the flush coloring his cheeks. “That seems to be my sweet spot.”

"As sweet as peaches," you retorted as you added two pumps of peach syrup into his tea. "You'll have to excuse the fruit references. Before I knew your name, I referred to you solely as the peach guy."

"Is that good or bad?"

Enzo hiked his backpack over his shoulder and meandered down the end of the counter where you were topping off his tea with a dollop of honey. You swirled it into a heart pattern before sliding the warm cup into a sleeve.

"Well, I've never met anyone who's preferred drink could constitute as a dessert, so it's certainly something. You're an enigma, Lorenzo," you said thoughtfully. "Though I think I like peach better. You don't really strike me as a Lorenzo."

“You can call me Enzo. I prefer it over my full name. It sounds so stuffy.”

“We certainly can’t have that,” you said with a smirk. “Enzo. I like it. It’s rather becoming. Not stuffy at all.” He chuckled as you handed him a brown bag. "I might still call you peach from time to time. Force of habit. You understand, right?"

"Of course," Enzo replied. "El loro viejo no aprende a hablar."

"You kiss your mum with that mouth, peach?"

Enzo flushed. "It's Spanish for the old parrot does not learn to talk. Basically their equivalent of you can't teach an old dog new tricks." He shifted his weight onto his other foot. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't mind if you call me peach or Enzo or whatever else you'd like."

"You're giving me way too much freedom, Enzo. I intend on taking full advantage." You winked as you slid his drink over to him. “Enjoy your croissant. I put a little something extra in there for you.”

Enzo peered into the bag and saw an extra pastry wrapped in black cellophane next to his croissant. The brownie didn’t look like any of the ones behind the counter, which meant that it was probably homemade. Strange, he wouldn’t have pegged you for a baker.

“Oh, you really don’t have to—”

“Nonsense,” you countered, waving off his protests. “Really, you’d be doing me a favor. It’s an experimental recipe of mine, which makes you my guinea pig. As payment, I expect a full report on the brownie tomorrow morning. Don’t hold back either, peach. I want a brutally honest review.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Enzo said in reassurance. “In any case, your guinea pig will take ample notes.”

“That would be much appreciated,” you said with a serious nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Enzo-not-Lorenzo.”

Enzo couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Enzo rubbed his temples, willing the headache forming behind his eyes to vanish. Unfortunately for him, his last tutoring session with Flint seemed to have left a permanent mark. While Enzo usually enjoyed teaching French, Marcus was proving to be a rather difficult case. Not only was Flint unwilling to do the work, the knobhead also spent the entire session leering at you instead of studying the conjugation chart that Enzo poured his blood, sweat, and tears on.

“Merlin, I have no idea how you deal with rich, smarmy arseholes all day.”

Enzo looked up to find you seated across the table, sliding a sandwich, a fruit cup, and a bag of crisps towards him without missing a beat. He hadn’t even realized it was already an hour past lunch until his stomach grumbled at the sight of food.

“One could argue that I’m also a rich, smarmy arsehole,” Enzo countered, picking up a grape and popping it into his mouth with a slight smile. “Yet you seem to have no problems dealing with me.”

“Yes, well, everyone knows I’m just using you for your body. Specifically, your taste buds.” Enzo shook his head in amusement before taking a bite out of the sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly, his favorite. “Besides, how else am I supposed to learn new insults in different languages if I hadn’t met you? Speaking of which, I believe I’m completely justified in saying that Flint is a total gehirnverweigerer.”

“Marcus isn’t so bad. He just needs a bit of a push,” Enzo replied rather unconvincingly.

“If by a push you mean my boot against his arse, then I wholeheartedly agree.”

“The French have this saying, petit à petit, l’oiseau fait son nid. In English, it roughly translates to: little by little, the bird builds its nest.”

“Except Flint isn’t a bird, he’s a twat,” you deadpanned. “The bloke was too busy staring at my arse to even pick up a lick of French. To think, you even made this cute little chart and everything. You have the patience of a saint, Enz.”

“One of us has to,” Enzo replied as he tore open the bag of wotsits. “Given your proclivity to violence.”

“Don’t make me take your crisps away, Lorenzo.”

Shielding his wotsits from your vengeful wrath, Enzo flashed you a saccharine smile. For good measure, he even batted his pretty honey eyes at you. The audacity. “Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite person in the whole entire world?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Berkshire. Now finish your lunch or else I’ll be very cross with you.”

Enzo smiled to himself, wondering at the fact you were complete strangers until a few weeks ago. Ever since you gifted him with the best brownie he’s ever tasted in his entire life, he became your designated taste tester. Every morning, Enzo would start his day off with his usual lemon tea and whatever new pastry recipe you had chosen to tackle that week. Between the scones and muffins, Enzo learned that you intended on opening your own bakery after uni. Hence, his very important role of reviewing your recipes.

Granted, Enzo didn’t know how much of a help he actually was given the fact that he thought everything you made was amazing. Still, the novelty of finding a fresh pastry in his bag with a handwritten note from you never failed to brighten his morning. Especially since you signed each one with a crimson kiss print that made him blush every time he laid his eyes upon it. It was safe to say his crush had only gotten worse the more he got to know you.

As you settled behind the counter to help with the afternoon rush, Enzo attempted to get some work done before classes started for the day. With finals fast approaching, he was caught up on making sure he had everything in order. It wasn’t until Enzo heard a familiar voice when he finally tore his gaze away from his laptop screen.

Enzo froze as he watched one of his best mates saunter up to the counter. Even from his seat by the window, he could tell that Mattheo was flirting with you. In hindsight, his friend seemed exactly like the type of guy you would go for. The broody bad boy who probably listened to all the obscure bands that you often talked to him about. As Mattheo directed his smoldering gaze at you, Enzo thought he might be violently ill.

Squinting across the coffee shop, Enzo angrily shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in an attempt to keep himself from strangling his curly headed friend.

In a tone that was at least an octave deeper than his regular voice, Mattheo drawled a question at you. “What’s good here?”

You stared at him pointedly before waving a hand towards the menu. “There’s coffee, there’s pastries. It’s really not rocket science.”

The deadpan delivery combined with the utterly unenthused expression on your face nearly made Enzo snort out loud. It might’ve been an arsehole move to rejoice at Mattheo’s fumble, but he found it immensely satisfying that you seemed to be immune to the infamous Riddle charm.

“A bit feisty today aren’t we, love? I just wanted to see what the pretty lady behind the counter recommends.”

Enzo watched in amusement as you slipped on your signature scowl, the one that made him fall for you in the first place. “The pretty lady recommends that you stop holding up the line so she can get to the other customers who actually know what they want.”

Hiding his smirk, Enzo feigned surprise as a dejected Mattheo plopped down across from him. “Merlin, that was brutal. Is the barista always this mean? I complimented her pins and she stared at me like I’d grown an extra head.”

“Y/N isn’t really a people person,” Enzo supplied.

“No shit, Berkshire.” Mattheo tapped his fingers on the counter. “Let’s just get to class before I embarrass myself any further.”

“That’s probably for the best,” replied Enzo.

Ignoring Mattheo’s glare, Enzo packed up his laptop and put his tray away. He followed his mate through the throng of people, which had thinned out once more. They were a few steps away from the door when you called out his name. With a raised brow, you held out a pink box. Enzo smiled sheepishly in return. He couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten the dessert of the day.

“One lemon berry scone. Less tart, per your critique last week.” He took the box from your hands, blushing furiously when your fingers brushed against his. “Have a good class, peach.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll have your full report ready tomorrow.”

“You better.” Enzo nearly dropped the box when you winked at him. “Later, Berkshire.”

Smiling to himself, Enzo came face to face with a gaping Mattheo. “For Salazar’s sake, it’s like I don’t even exist.” He muttered before breaking out into a grin. “No wonder my moves had no effect. Mate, she obviously fancies you.”

Enzo’s cheeks immediately heated as he pushed out into the quad. “What? No. Y/N and I are just really good friends.”

“Now I understand why you come here so often,” Mattheo remarked. “If the mean hot barista plied me with baked goods and called me peach, I’d be coming here every day.”

“It's an inside joke about my drink order..." Enzo tried to explain. "The point is, Y/N isn’t mean. She’s actually really nice.”

“Yeah, because she likes you.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Does too.” Mattheo countered. “Why else would she bake you a scone?”

“She wants to own a bakery someday. Obviously, that means she needs someone to test her recipes out on,” Enzo explained. “It’s how we became friends.”

“Right,” Mattheo said with a shit eating grin. “Friends.”

Enzo rolled his eyes. “Can we just please get to class?”

“Whatever you say, peach.”

“I have a theory,” Mattheo announced.

Enzo sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Not this again, mate.”

The rest of their friends perked up, abandoning their laptop screens and textbooks in favor of the newest piece of gossip. The little corner of the library that their group had claimed was fairly quiet, which was supposed to be optimal for revising, but Mattheo couldn’t seem to let his conspiracy theory go. He'd been badgering Enzo about it for a week.

“Berkshire here refuses to believe me, but I have it on good authority that Y/N has a crush on him.

“Y/N,” Theo started, “You mean his mean barista friend? She’s proper fit.”

“Don’t call her fit,” Enzo replied rather defensively.

“A little touchy there, Berkshire.” Regulus said with a chuckle. “Is that jealousy I sense?”

“For the millionth time, Y/N and I are just friends.”

“Is that the same friend that makes all those tasty pastries for you?” Draco asked with a raised brow. “I’ve seen the cute little notes she leaves for you posted all around your dorm. With the adorable kiss prints and hearts. Seems to me like Mattheo’s right. Y/N’s sweet on you, cousin.”

“Do me a favour and stop being a snooping twat, cousin.” Enzo retorted with a frown. “Y/N’s just being nice. It’s what friends do.”

“None of my mates have ever gone out of their way to bake me a bloody thing,” Blaise declared in feigned offense as he wrapped an arm around Pansy.

“Yes, well, none of your mates even know where the oven is located, let alone how to operate it,” replied his girlfriend. Pansy smiled at Enzo. “Besides, I think their friendship is sweet.”

“Thanks, Pans.”

“So you don’t fancy Y/N?” Theo asked. Enzo opened his mouth then closed it. He was well aware that his friend was baiting him, but he refused to fall into Theo’s trap.

“Like I said, we’re friends.”

“In that case, you wouldn’t mind if I asked for her number, right?”

As a matter of fact, Enzo did fucking mind. He minded very much. Too much, probably. But he couldn’t very well say that out loud. Instead, he masked his scowl and returned his attention to revising.

“Knock yourself out, mate.”

Theo smirked. “Alright then, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Enzo asked disinterestedly, flipping through his study sheet for Latin.

“To Deja Brew,” Theo replied smugly. “We all need a study break, anyways.”

“You want to go there? Right now?” With each question, Enzo’s death grip tightened on his notes. “To ask for Y/N’s number?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, right? In fact, maybe you could introduce us.”

Enzo would rather walk on hot coals. “I think I'll pass. I've already seen her turn Mattheo down and that was brutal enough as it is. I don’t need an encore.”

“Riddle’s probably not her type.”

Mattheo frowned, crossing his arms. “I’m everyone’s type.”

Theo chuckled. “Apparently not hers. Perhaps she’d prefer a handsome Italian, no?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, Nott.”

“Now I’m intrigued,” exclaimed Blaise. “I’d never miss an opportunity to witness Theodore get humbled. Are you sure you’re ready for a woman like Y/N, Nott?”

“Please,” Theo scoffed. “I was born ready.”

Against his will, Enzo found himself at Deja Brew ten minutes later. In his usual corner by the window, he brooded like a petulant child. This was a horrible, terrible, and idiotic idea. All he wanted to do was revise and now his study session had been hijacked just so he could watch Theo flirt with the girl he fancied.

“You know, you can put a stop to this any time you’d like,” Mattheo said in a sing-songy voice. “Just admit that my theory is right. Y/N has a crush on you and I’m willing to bet that the feeling is mutual. Isn’t it, Berkshire?”

Enzo crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. Instead of giving into Mattheo’s childish pursuits, he opened his laptop and pretended to be immersed with Russian translations.

“Have it your way, Enzo.” Regulus declared, nodding towards the register. “Nott’s about to give us a show.”

As irritated as he was with his friends, Enzo couldn’t tear his gaze away. Theo marched up to the counter with swagger and confidence, slipping on his signature smirk. You looked up from your phone screen, giving the tall and lanky boy a sweeping gaze. The unenthused expression on your face screamed that you weren’t at all impressed.

“Y/N, is it?” Theo drawled, squinting at the nametag pinned to your apron. “A pretty name for a pretty lady.”

“Thanks,” you deadpanned. “My parents gave it to me. Now what can I get started for you?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me for my name?”

“I know who you are,” you replied dismissively. “One of Enzo’s friends, right? I heard about your little stunt in the fountain. You know, December’s not really a smart time to go skinny dipping.” Theo flushed as your eyes trailed down to his crotch. “Certain parts shrivel in the cold, Nott.”

“I assure you, my parts were perfectly intact.”

“That’s not what Katie Bell said,” you countered, tapping your lips thoughtfully. “I believe I heard something about shrinkage.” Theo opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. “I’ll tell you what, Theodore. Why don’t I fix you up a cappuccino? It’ll help keep you and your parts warm and cozy.”

Enzo bit his lip to keep himself from bursting into laughter. The rest of his friends snickered as they watched a dejected Theo return to the table.

Regulus snorted as he sat back down in defeat. “Merlin, that was hard to watch. Absolutely brutal, really.”

Theo glared at Regulus in response. “I’d like to see you do better, Black.”

Regulus winked. “Watch and learn, boys.”

The older boy had about as much luck as Theo. Though the attempts had put him in a foul mood at first, Enzo was absolutely elated as he watched you turn down his friends. Regulus received an eye roll while Draco reeled from the head to toe once-over that humbled the absolute hell out of him.

“It’s useless,” his cousin mumbled. “She hates everyone.”

“Or maybe Y/N just doesn’t appreciate random blokes chatting her up while she’s trying to do her job,” Pansy said with an eye roll.

“Oh bloody hell, here she comes.” Regulus muttered under his breath. “I don’t think my ego can take another hit.”

The boys cowered as you came closer, but you didn’t pay them any mind. Instead, you set a fresh mug of tea and a lemon scone down in front of Enzo.

“Last one, I promise. It’s finally perfect this time.”

“You said that the last three times,” Enzo said with a chuckle. “They were all brilliant, by the way. Not that you listen to my well crafted reviews.”

“You say that about everything I make, Enz. Honestly, a girl bakes you a couple of treats and suddenly I’m the best thing since sliced bread.”

“I’m just being honest,” he replied with a shrug. “You couldn’t bake a single bad pastry if you tried.”

“I’d like to try a pastry,” Mattheo interjected.

You tore your attention away from Enzo. The smile that you reserved for him transformed into a scowl, your entire body language turning stern. “I’m sorry. Who are you again?”

“Riddle,” Mattheo supplied. “Mattheo Riddle.”

“Right,” you said slowly, as if speaking to a small child. “My pastries aren’t for sale. You’re more than welcome to try the day-old brownie behind the counter though. If you can manage to chew through it.”

Mattheo sputtered, but you paid no mind to his aghast expression. Enzo fought the urge to kiss you right then and there.

“Closing again tonight?” he asked, ignoring the blatant stares from the rest of his friends.

“Unfortunately. Diggory bailed again. Probably too busy snogging Cho to come in for his shift,” you said with an eye roll.

“Leave those lovebirds alone,” Enzo quipped back. “They’re in their honeymoon phase.”

“I can’t for the life of me understand how they aren’t sick of each other by now.”

“That’s because you’re a mean old grump.” You glared at him, which only made Enzo smile. “Luckily for you, that doesn’t deter me. I’ll come keep you company if you want. I promise to be way more entertaining than Cedric.”

“It’s not a hard task to accomplish, but I’ll take you up on it nonetheless.”

“I thought you might say that,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll meet you back here after my last class. Pad Thai tonight?”

You nodded and grinned back. “This is why you’re my favorite, peach.”

The boys gaped as you ruffled his hair in parting. They waited until you were out of earshot before launching into a tirade.

“What the bloody hell was that?”

“Just friends my arse.”

“I can’t believe she actually smiled at you!”

“It’s strange how treating Y/N like an actual human being instead of pestering her while she’s trying to work yields such positive results,” Pansy retorted. “I think you all need to start following Enzo’s example. Clearly he’s had more success than you lot.”

Blaise patted Enzo on the back. “Mate, you might be the most oblivious bloke in all of Britain, but you’d have to be an absolute knobhead not to see what’s right in front of you.”

He hummed in response, glancing up at the exact same time that your gaze met his from across the room. You winked, making him blush furiously. Merlin, you were pretty. It was honestly unfair. Maybe Zabini was onto something.

When it came to you, even Enzo had to agree that he was a total and absolute knobhead.

Later that night, Enzo helped you clear the plates and mugs as the last customers trickled out of Deja Brew. The soft sounds of your perfectly curated playlist trickled over the speakers as you flipped the sign to closed. He watched with a small smile as you hopped up onto the counter and beckoned him over. The fairy lights twinkled above the ceiling, illuminating your smile as Enzo took his place next to you.

The sight of you grinning up at him tugged at his heartstrings. There were coffee stains on your jeans and apron, your thick hair was falling out of its braid, and a cold bowl of Pad Thai awaited in your lap and yet he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“Aren’t you glad Cedric bailed?” Enzo teased, knocking his shoulder with yours. “Now you get to enjoy cold noodles with your favorite person.”

You chuckled, nudging him back. “I suppose this is nicer than listening to Diggory ramble on about Quidditch. It’s always bludger this, bludger that. I honestly considered bludgeoning him myself.”

“To be fair, the man could merely breathe and you’d still find a way to be annoyed by it.”

“No one needs to inhale that much oxygen.”

“I rest my case, you mean old grump.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “You know, if anyone else called me that I’d poke their eye out with a fork.” Enzo chuckled as you stabbed into your bowl of noodles. “Besides, I have every right to be grumpy. It’s been a long day. Thanks to your incessant little friends.”

“I’m sorry about the guys,” he said earnestly. “I tried to talk them out of flirting with you, but they’ve got this crazy theory.”

“Oh?” You asked, raising a brow. “What’s the theory, then?”

Enzo flushed, avoiding your gaze. “They uh…” He cleared his throat and stared at his shoes. “They think you fancy me.”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe they’re not idiots after all. Your friends are right. I do fancy you.”

White noise rushed through his ears. Enzo’s mouth fell open as he met your gaze. Surely, he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“You alright there, peach?”

“You…” Enzo trailed off, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You like me?”

You chuckled. “I have for a bit. Thanks for finally noticing.”

“How?” Enzo muttered. “What?” He cocked his head, trying to search for the proper words. “Why?”

At the moment, it appeared that one syllable words were the full extent of his vocabulary. All those languages in his head and yet he couldn’t form a single coherent sentence.

“Enz, I know your drink order by heart,” you explained softly. “I make you cupcakes and muffins. I write you notes every day. I thought I made myself pretty obvious.”

“Gods,” he breathed, silently reprimanding himself. “I really am the most oblivious bloke in Britain.” Enzo licked his lips, turning over to look at you. “I just thought you were being nice.”

“Lorenzo, when have I ever been nice to anyone?”

“I am a bloody idiot.”

“You never made a move, so I just thought you didn’t see me that way. Which is fine, by the way. I don’t mind being friends.”

Enzo turned so fast he nearly smacked into the register. “Are you kidding? I’ve had a crush on you for months. You’re the best part of my day. Waking up and knowing that I get to see you every morning is the only thing that gets me out of bed.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You’re out of my league. You’re smart and funny and not to mention way too cool. Honestly, I thought you’d go for someone like Mattheo or Theo or literally anyone else but me. Someone a little more…” he trailed off, waving a hand over you.

“Scary?”

“No! Well, yes. Someone more confident and intimidating.”

“Bad boys aren’t really my type.”

He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “They’re not?”

“No,” you said, setting down your food and turning over to face him. “My type is a nerdy linguistics major who teaches me how to curse in six different languages and who makes cute little conjugation charts and orders drinks that should quite frankly classify as a dessert.”

Enzo’s smile grew wider. "I like you too, you know. A lot. Like, embarrassingly so. With your grumpy little scowl and all black wardrobe and dry humor. I like all of it."

You beamed as Enzo leaned closer, tracing your lips like he was trying to commit the curves of your smile to his memory. His heart pounded in his chest as your eyes flickered up to meet his.

"Then kiss me like you mean it, Enzo."

Despite your confidence, the air left your lungs as soon as Enzo cradled your face in his hands. The twinkling lights made his brown eyes shimmer like pools of honey in the dark. The tension stretched between you as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing yours ever so gently. They briefly closed around yours—tasting, testing, taunting. Then the dam broke free.

Enzo pressed you closer and kissed you like his life depended on it. You smiled against his lips, melting into his touch as he tilted your head back for more. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Enzo sighed into your mouth, his lips molding perfectly against yours. The once shy and experimental kisses turned needy and passionate, making you feel slightly lightheaded. Enzo savored your soft sighs, kissing you over and over again to elicit more.

It wasn't until you felt like the air had been depleted from your lungs when he finally relented. He pressed his forehead against yours, noses brushing as you both grinned at each other. It felt right to be this close. It felt like you were made to do this all along. Enzo brushed his thumb over your cheek, looking dazed as he pulled back to look at you.

“It’s about time, Berkshire.”

“Hey,” Enzo grumbled, pecking at your lips. “You can’t blame me. I couldn’t even look at you without blushing and making a fool of myself. You’re so intimidating.”

“Not so scary now, am I?”

“Oh no, I’m still terrified of you. But I’ve also seen you cry during the Notebook, so I know that deep down inside, you’re just a big softie.”

You started to protest, but Enzo just leaned in and kissed you again. With his lips pressed against yours, you couldn’t even remember what you were about to say. As he pulled you into his lap, you heard cheers coming from outside. Behind the glass window, his friends were cheering and wolf-whistling rather obnoxiously on the street.

Enzo responded by flicking them off and kissing you even harder, pressing your bodies together as you giggled. He hauled you to your feet, his arms circling around your waist as he dipped you for a better angle. Your back hit the counter as you raised to your tiptoes, winding your arms around his neck and mussing up his hair as you arched for more. The hollering only grew more incessant when Enzo grabbed your ass and squeezed. The groan that escaped from his mouth made you dizzy with desire.

If one kiss could elicit such a response out of you, it was almost scary to think what else Enzo had in his arsenal. A cheeky little smile curved against his lips as though he knew exactly what you were thinking. You basked under the warmth of his gaze, feeling flushed and flustered. That pretty face had you entirely fooled. Enzo was far from innocent.

“Gods, I really fucking fancy you.”

With a smile, you kissed the tip of his nose. “I really fucking fancy you too, peach.”

Despite the many languages in Enzo's arsenal, no phrase or saying could convey how he felt better than his lips against yours. Maybe he hadn't quite mastered the language of love, but he had a feeling that you'd be more than willing to teach him.

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you dragged theodore to hogsmeade with a list of rules and lorenzo ditched you for a mystery girl, things have been chaotic to say the least. from potions shopping to dancing in the rain, catching a cold was inevitable—but waking up to theodore holding your hand? now that was unexpected

WARNINGS ಇ. sunshine x grump dynamics, lorenzo being a menace, theodore being secretly soft, unsolicited matchmaking from nosy roommates, enzo getting hit with a pillow, and an alarming amount of italian endearments disguised as insults. oh, and slight fever-induced dramatics—courtesy of you A/N ಇ. i know, i know, the much awaited (and requested) part 3 is finally here! hope you enjoy! MORE OF THESE THREE ￫ ୨ৎ TAGLIST ಇ. @lov3notts @rafeluvrr @celestialeviereads @sad-anxious-muffin @ashex333 @starconstellation2423 @a-little-funny @alygatorcow @urfavetheaterkid16 @ill-die-anywaygir

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Theodore Nott was seated at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, quietly picking at his breakfast while Blaise, Mattheo, and Draco exchanged snide remarks about who’d win in a duel—Draco’s money was on himself, naturally. Theodore tuned them out, the low hum of their voices a comfortable background noise.

And then, you appeared.

“Theodore,” you said, planting your hands on the table right in front of him. He blinked, startled, as you leaned in slightly, your voice as sweet as honey but your tone commanding. “5 PM sharp, Hogsmeade. Meet me by Pippin’s Potions. Don’t be late.”

Before anyone could respond, you slapped a folded piece of parchment onto the table in front of him. “Read this after I leave,” you instructed, your eyes darting briefly to the rest of the table. “Good morning, Blaise, Draco. Pansy, you look lovely as always. Mattheo, you—”

You snagged a piece of toast off Mattheo’s plate with a grin. “Thanks for this,” you added, kissing his forehead in one swift motion and giving his hair a motherly pat. “Don’t forget to eat something other than sugar today, okay?”

Mattheo froze mid-chew, looking both confused and mildly touched. “Uh, okay?”

With a radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire Hall, you straightened up. “Oh, and Theodore?”

He raised an eyebrow, still processing the rapid series of events.

“Bring Enzo,” you said sweetly, then added with a cheerful little shrug, “but tell him to not forget his brain in the dorm this time.”

Blaise let out a bark of laughter, and Draco smirked into his goblet.

You winked at them, spinning on your heel and sauntering out of the Hall with a satisfied bounce in your step.

There was a beat of silence at the table.

“Whipped,” Blaise said under his breath, breaking the stillness.

“I am not whipped,” Theodore replied flatly, though his ears tinged faintly pink.

“Right, because you didn’t just sit there like a lovesick puppy,” Mattheo teased, rubbing the spot where you’d kissed him.

"Mattheo? Go shower.”

“What? Why?” Mattheo frowned, sniffing his shirt. “I just did.”

Theodore rolled his eyes, ignoring his rising irritation. The kiss had been almost motherly, but still—it had been a kiss.

“Leave her alone,” Pansy scolded the boys, though her lips twitched with amusement. “At least she’s got some sense to keep you idiots in line.”

Theodore sighed, unfolding the parchment with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Rules & Regulations (because Theo will inevitably break them):

No speaking Italian in front of me unless you’re teaching me words that aren’t insults.

No calling me cara anymore. I know it means stupid, Theodore. Do better.

Don’t be late.

Remind Lorenzo to bring his brain along this time.

If you have something important to say, say it before we meet, because once we’re there, you won’t get many chances to talk. 😊

Theodore read the list, a slow smile creeping across his face. Blaise leaned over his shoulder, his brows furrowing as he skimmed the parchment.

“That’s... not a love letter,” Blaise noted, sounding almost disappointed.

“No,” Theodore said, his tone softer than usual as he folded the paper neatly. “But I think I love her anyway.”

“Didn’t she basically call you stupid?” Draco asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” Theodore replied, his lips quirking up. “And she’s not wrong.”

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Theodore was leaning casually against the stone arch of the Hogsmeade entrance, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching you tap your foot impatiently. You stood a few steps ahead of him, arms crossed, your eyes fixed on the road as though sheer force of will could summon Lorenzo out of thin air.

“You know,” Theodore started, his voice breaking the silence, “I did tell him. Repeatedly. In fact, I told him yesterday after class. And this morning at breakfast. And in the common room before lunch. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s late. Maybe he got caught up in one of his ridiculous—”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at him. “Mhm.”

“—because, really, it’s not that difficult to be on time,” he continued, not catching your tone. “We’ve been doing this for weeks now, and you’d think Enzo would’ve picked up on the concept of punctuality. But no, apparently it’s beyond him. He’s probably—”

“Theo, sweetheart, shut up.”

His words faltered, and he blinked at you. “What?”

You finally turned to face him, your exasperation tempered by a small, amused smile. “You’re rambling.”

He frowned, his mouth opening as though to protest, but instead, he muttered something in Italian under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“Nothing,” he replied, looking anywhere but at you.

You huffed, poking his chest lightly with your finger. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to learn Italian and not tell you. And when I catch you saying whatever it is you’re always muttering, you’re done for.”

He smirked faintly. “Sure, sure. Can’t wait.”

You scowled, though the corners of your mouth twitched. “That’s exactly what you’d say if you didn’t believe me.”

Theodore shrugged, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

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Half an hour passed, and Lorenzo was still nowhere to be seen. Your foot-tapping evolved into pacing, and Theodore, to his credit, stood there in silence, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Finally, you threw your hands up in frustration. “That’s it. We’re leaving without him.”

“You sure?” Theodore asked, pushing off the wall.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, already marching down the path toward Hogsmeade. “He can catch up if he feels like it, but I’m not wasting another second standing here like a fool.”

Theodore fell into step beside you, his strides longer and more relaxed than your determined pace. “You’re taking this a bit personally, aren’t you?”

You shot him a look. “If Lorenzo shows up and you defend him, I’m taking back your talking privileges.”

He smirked but wisely said nothing.

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The little bell above the door of Pippin’s Potions chimed as you pushed it open, stepping into the warmly lit shop. The air was rich with the scent of herbs, spices, and something faintly acidic. Shelves lined with neatly labeled vials and jars stretched up to the ceiling, and you practically beamed as you stepped inside.

Theodore followed at a leisurely pace, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze lazily drifting over the shelves. “You’ve been looking forward to this all week, haven’t you?”

“Obviously,” you said, already moving toward a shelf filled with shimmering, color-coded potions. “This place is like heaven for potion nerds like me. Look at this one!” You picked up a small vial of glowing blue liquid. “Restorative Draught—perfect for replenishing magical stamina. And this!” You grabbed another bottle, this one swirling with iridescent silver. “Mood Potion! Changes your mood based on whatever you need. Isn’t it amazing?”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need that. You’re already a walking Mood Potion.”

You shot him a glare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve got enough energy for five people,” he replied smoothly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Nott,” you quipped, putting the potion back on the shelf.

“Wasn’t trying to flatter you,” he said, following you as you moved to another section. “Merely an observation.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother arguing. Instead, you picked up a jar filled with tiny, glittering leaves. “Moondew. Isn’t it beautiful? It only blooms once every hundred years.”

“Fascinating,” Theodore said dryly, leaning against the shelf as you examined it.

“You could at least pretend to care,” you said, putting the jar back. “What if I discover the next great potion recipe and name it after you? ‘Nott’s Notorious Brew.’ Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “If it’s going to have my name on it, it had better be something impressive.”

“Of course,” you said, grabbing another vial and holding it up dramatically. “A potion so powerful, it’ll make anyone who drinks it fall madly in love with me.”

Theodore blinked, momentarily thrown off. “You don’t need a potion for that,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, straightening up. “What’s next on your list?”

You grinned, reaching into your bag to pull out your meticulously crafted shopping list. “Everything,” you declared, waving it in the air.

Theodore groaned. “I should’ve known.”

“Don’t complain,” you said with a wink, moving to the next shelf. “You signed up for this when you agreed to work with me.”

He followed, shaking his head but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Pretty sure I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Too late now,” you chirped, grabbing a bottle of Elixir to Induce Euphoria. “Now, help me find powdered griffin claw, would you?”

“Yes, boss,” Theodore said, the smirk firmly back in place as he wandered off.

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You stopped in front of the glass case holding some of the shop’s most coveted potions. Felix Felicis gleamed like liquid gold, swirling enticingly in its tiny vial. Next to it sat a bottle of Amortentia, the infamous love potion, its surface shimmering like a kaleidoscope of mother-of-pearl.

“Felix Felicis,” you breathed, pointing at the tiny vial of shimmering gold liquid. “Liquid luck. Imagine how much easier this project would be if we had some of that.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “You mean imagine how much you would abuse it.”

“Excuse you,” you said, pretending to be offended. “I am a paragon of self-control.”

He snorted. “You spilled ink all over your notes yesterday because you got distracted by a butterfly outside the window.”

“It was a beautiful butterfly,” you shot back, before turning your attention to the next potion. “Amortentia,” you said, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “The most powerful love potion in the world. Smells like what you’re most attracted to. Care to take a whiff, Theo?”

“Pass,” he said immediately, his tone dry.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, leaning closer to the display. “What are you so afraid of? Smelling your deepest desires? Or finding out it’s something embarrassing, like broom polish and... I don’t know, mint toothpaste?”

“Broom polish?” he repeated, his expression incredulous. “What do you think I am, a Quidditch fanatic?”

You grinned, but your attention shifted back to the potion. Its mother-of-pearl sheen swirled hypnotically, and you found yourself leaning in closer, unable to resist. As the subtle, alluring fragrance hit you, your banter faltered.

Then the scent hit you. It was intoxicating, warm, and utterly unexpected—a blend of fresh parchment, something woodsy and clean like cedar, and… spearmint?

You shook it off as you quickly straightened up and turned back to Theodore. “Your turn.”

“No,” he said firmly, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, lightly nudging his arm. “Don’t be such a spoil-sport.”

“I’m not,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “I just don’t see the point.”

“The point is curiosity, Theo,” you insisted, pouting. “What are you so afraid of? Finding out you’re actually in love with—”

He cut you off with a sharp glare, his ears turning slightly pink. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly, his voice lower than usual.

You frowned, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor. “Nothing? That’s kind of boring,” you said, your disappointment slipping out before you could stop it. You didn’t understand why it bothered you—why you felt let down that he wasn’t sharing whatever his “nothing” was.

Shaking off the strange pang, you plastered on a grin. “Fine, be mysterious. I’ll just pester Lorenzo about it later,” you said, turning away and heading toward another shelf. “Now, let’s go find something useful, like powdered billywig stings. And don’t you dare start complaining.”

Theodore trailed after you, his usual smirk subdued as he watched your back, the faintest trace of regret flickering in his expression. But when you turned to glare at him for dragging his feet, he quickly schooled his face into indifference, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets and muttering, “Yes, ma'am.”

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As you wandered further into the shop, you found yourself drifting toward a large window. The warm sunlight spilled through, casting golden patches across the wooden floor. You peered outside absently, but your eyes widened when they landed on a familiar figure.

“Is that…” You squinted, leaning closer to the glass. “Is that Lorenzo?”

Theodore, who had been silently trailing after you, looked up from a shelf of powdered ingredients. “What are you—”

Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the window.

“I’m not going to—” Theodore started, but you cut him off by shoving him right in front of the glass.

“Look!” you hissed, pointing through the window. “That’s definitely Lorenzo. And who’s that with him? A girl?”

Theodore frowned, staring outside where Lorenzo stood, laughing easily with a girl who seemed thoroughly charmed by whatever nonsense he was undoubtedly spouting.

“I mean, what is he even doing?” you rambled, your voice climbing. “He was supposed to meet us here ages ago, and instead he’s out there gallivanting around like he doesn’t have a care in the world! I told him 5 p.m. sharp, Theo. Sharp! Does he not know what sharp means? He probably doesn’t—honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. And who is she? Some girl he’s charmed into—”

“Would you excuse me?” Theodore interrupted smoothly, his tone calm but edged with irritation.

You blinked, startled by his sudden interjection. “What?”

Before you could get another word out, Theodore was already heading for the shop’s exit, his strides purposeful.

“Wait, where are you going?” you called after him, your words trailing uselessly as he disappeared through the door.

You crossed your arms, muttering under your breath.

“Lorenzo Berkshire, you better have the most spectacular excuse.”

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Unable to resist your curiosity (or temper), you marched out of Pippin’s Potions and straight toward the scene outside. As you approached, the girl Lorenzo was talking to looked up, her expression shifting from startled to delighted when she saw you.

“Oh, hi!” you greeted her warmly, your sunny disposition kicking in despite your bubbling frustration. “I love your shoes! Where did you get them? They’re adorable.”

The girl smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, um, thank you! I got them in a little shop in Diagon Alley.”

“Of course you did,” you said, beaming. “Diagon Alley has the best hidden gems. Anyway, sorry to interrupt! I just need to have a quick word with my very late friend over here.”

You turned sharply toward Lorenzo, hands on your hips, clearly gearing up for an earful. “Lorenzo Berkshire, do you have any idea how long Theo and I have been waiting—”

Before you could launch into your tirade, Theodore stepped in front of you, cutting you off.

“Just one moment,” he said, his voice firm but polite.

You blinked, caught off guard as he turned to Lorenzo, switching effortlessly to Italian.

“Perché sei qui fuori con lei?” Theodore demanded, his tone sharp but quiet enough to avoid drawing the girl’s attention. (Why are you out here with her?)

Lorenzo smirked, shrugging casually. “Volevo dare a te e alla signora un po' di tempo da soli.” (I wanted to give you and the missus some alone time.)

Theodore’s jaw clenched, his irritation evident. “Non è il momento per le tue sciocchezze. Siamo qui per un progetto, Enzo.” (This is not the time for your nonsense. We’re here for a project, Enzo.)

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to their conversation, you turned back to the girl, your frustration momentarily forgotten. “So, are you two friends?” you asked her brightly.

“Oh, um, not exactly,” she replied, glancing nervously at the boys. “He just… started talking to me while I was waiting for my friends.”

You nodded, smiling sympathetically. “That sounds like Lorenzo. He could charm the whiskers off a Kneazle.”

The girl giggled, relaxing under your friendly chatter. “Is he always like this?”

“Always,” you said with a mock sigh. “It’s honestly exhausting.”

Meanwhile, Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose as Lorenzo leaned casually against the fence, looking far too amused by the situation.

“Basta con le scuse. Sei in ritardo e ora dobbiamo rimetterci al lavoro.” Theodore snapped, his patience wearing thin. (Enough with the excuses. You’re late, and now we have to get back to work.)

“Calmati, amico,” Lorenzo replied with a grin, glancing between you and Theodore. “Sei geloso perché stavo parlando con qualcun altro?” (Relax, mate. Are you jealous because I was talking to someone else?)

Theodore’s glare darkened. “Non farmi pentire di essere tuo amico.” (Don’t make me regret being your friend.)

You noticed their hushed exchange and turned back toward them, suspicious. “Are you two talking about me in Italian again? Because if you are, I’ll—”

Lorenzo straightened, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We’d never, Sunshine! I was just… apologizing to Theo for being late.”

Theodore muttered something under his breath, and you narrowed your eyes.

“Uh-huh,” you said skeptically. “I’ll believe that when penguins fly.”

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As you waved goodbye to the girl, you turned sharply on your heel and pointed a finger at Lorenzo.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, Berkshire,” you scolded, hands on your hips. “You’re late, you didn’t bring any excuse cake—because that’s a thing now—and you’re out here charming innocent girls when we have a project to save my grade!”

Lorenzo gave you a crooked grin, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Sunshine, I’m pretty sure your grade doesn’t need saving. But I get it. Scold away.”

"-I had to stand in one place for ages like some kind of forgotten statue!”

He grinned. “Well, statues are usually silent, Sunshine. Did you manage that part, or…?”

“Carry this,” you said with annoyance, shoving the bag of potions supplies into his arms. “You’re on bag-carrying duty now. Congratulations.”

With a dramatic huff, you stormed off, the hem of your sundress fluttering in the breeze. Theodore and Lorenzo exchanged a look before following behind you like sheepish children.

But then, just as quickly as you started, you skidded to an abrupt halt. Theodore and Lorenzo, unprepared for your sudden stop, bumped straight into you.

Theodore muttering a soft “Merlin, Amore—” as he stumbled back.

You turned, a frown creasing your brow. “It’s going to rain.”

“What?” Enzo said, looking up at the perfectly sunny sky.

“A raindrop just fell on my cheek!” you declared, pointing dramatically. “Look!”

Theodore’s eyes followed your hand, his gaze lingering not on the sky but on your cheek. The delicate curve of your face was dampened slightly by what you insisted was a raindrop. Your skin glowed in the golden light, and the soft pink hue of your sundress made you look ethereal, like something pulled from the pages of an old love poem.

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, get inside then?” Lorenzo suggested, always the voice of practicality.

You whirled on him, horrified. “You might as well curse my entire existence, Enzo!”

“What did I—” Lorenzo began, but you interrupted with a finger pointed to the now-grey sky.

“If it’s going to rain, the last thing we do is run. Rain isn’t an enemy! It’s a gift!”

“A gift that gives you pneumonia,” Lorenzo muttered, earning a glare.

You ignored him completely, twirling in place as the rain soaked your sundress. “Let’s dance!”

Lorenzo snorted. “No, thanks!”

“Buzzkill,” you shot back, waving him off. “Theo, come on!” You grabbed his hand, tugging him into the rain.

“Amore mio, I hate the rain,” he said, though his feet were already moving toward you.

“Not anymore!” you declared, spinning him into the makeshift dance floor of muddy grass and raindrops.

“Theo,” Lorenzo called after him, “you can say no, you know!”

But Theodore didn’t say no. He followed you, his hand warm in yours.

He watched you twirl, your sundress flowing as if it had been made for this very moment. Water clung to your hair and lashes, making you seem otherworldly, like some ethereal creature conjured by the storm itself.

His heart ached in the most confusing, wonderful way as he caught himself staring. You were laughing now, your joy infectious, and he found himself helplessly drawn to you.

You grabbed his hand again, pulling him into a spin with you. “See? Now you don’t hate the rain!”

Theo’s lips quirked up, his voice soft and sincere. “I don’t think I ever really did.”

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines, drenched but stubbornly avoiding joining. “If you two start reciting poetry or kissing in the rain, I’m leaving.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Oh, relax, Enzo. Live a little!”

You twirled again, oblivious to the way Theo’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze filled with something unspoken and warm, as if you were more than sunshine—you were the entire universe lighting up his world. If rain-soaked afternoons meant watching you glow like this, maybe he didn’t hate the rain after all.

When you twirled again, your dress brushing against him, Theodore caught your hand mid-spin. “Careful, cara,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.

You grinned up at him, cheeks pink from the cold and the exertion. “Don’t call me stupid!”

He chuckled under his breath, his hand still holding yours.

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines. “I can feel the cavities forming just watching you two!”

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Sneeze. Cough. Sneeze.

This was the pattern going on in your dimly lit Hufflepuff dorm, where you were bundled up under what seemed like every blanket in Hogwarts. Theodore sat beside you, his arms crossed and a faint frown creasing his face.

Lorenzo paced in front of you like a disappointed parent, his hands gesticulating wildly as he launched into yet another scolding. “Sunshine, I told you! I told you this would happen! Dancing in the rain like you’re in some romantic tragedy. And now look—sniffling, sneezing, and coughing up a lung.”

You peeked out from under the blankets, your voice raspy but defiant. “Lorenzo, darling, I had fun. Isn’t that what life is about? Living?” You coughed dramatically for effect, clutching your chest like a martyr. “Though, if this is my end, please promise to put ‘Lived life to the fullest’ on my tombstone.”

Theodore rolled his eyes but leaned forward to adjust the blankets around your shoulders. “You’re not dying, cara. Just stop talking for a second and drink this.” He held out a steaming cup of tea.

You took it, sniffing the air suspiciously. “This doesn’t smell like my usual tea.”

“It’s a potion,” Theodore explained patiently. “It’ll help with your cold.”

You wrinkled your nose. “You poisoned it, didn’t you?”

Lorenzo groaned, throwing his hands up. “Merlin’s beard, Sunshine, you’re impossible! Theodore’s been sitting here for hours taking care of you, and you’re accusing him of murder?”

You sniffled dramatically, giving Lorenzo a pitiful look. “I’m very fragile right now, Lorenzo. Please lower your voice.”

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Already lost it, Enzo,” you muttered, sipping the potion. You gagged. “This is definitely poison.”

Theodore smirked faintly, settling back in his chair. “If it were poison, you wouldn’t be talking right now, would you?”

You glared at him but were too tired to come up with a retort. Instead, you flopped back against the pillows with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll say this again,” Lorenzo started, resuming his pacing. “You need to stop acting like a reckless five-year-old. Who in their right mind dances in the rain without a coat?”

“Me,” you replied sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. “Aren’t I charming?”

“Annoying,” Lorenzo corrected.

You gave a mock gasp, clutching your chest. “How could you? After all the joy I bring into your life?”

Theodore shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you and Lorenzo bicker.

Finally, you turned to Theodore with a mock whine. “Theo, make Lorenzo go away. He’s upsetting my delicate constitution.”

Theodore looked at Lorenzo, deadpan. “You heard her. Out.”

“Seriously?” Lorenzo protested, pointing at you. “She’s the one who danced in the rain like a lunatic!”

“Out, Lorenzo,” Theodore repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing his coat. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when she starts pestering you with her nonsense.” He turned to you on his way out, smirking. “Get well soon, Sunshine. Hogwarts wouldn’t be the same without your dramatics.”

You waved weakly, a smirk on your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, Enzo.”

When the door shut behind him, the room fell quiet. Theodore leaned back in his chair, glancing at you.

“Happy now?”

You grinned up at him. “Ecstatic. Now, nurse Theo, can you pass me another blanket? I think I’m chilling.”

Theodore sighed but grabbed another blanket, draping it over you. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” you teased, your voice softer now.

Theodore didn’t respond, but the faintest blush crept onto his cheeks as he sat back down, resigned to your antics but secretly charmed by every bit of them.

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You curled up under your fortress of blankets, peeking out at Theodore with a dramatic pout. “Theo, can you pass me the biscuits? The ones on the table?”

He didn’t look up from the book he was reading, sitting stiffly in the armchair beside you. “You’ve had three already. You’re supposed to be sick, not snacking like you’re at a feast.”

“But, Theo,” you whined, drawing out his name in that singsong tone you knew annoyed him. “Biscuits are medicinal! Haven’t you heard of biscuit therapy?”

Theodore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but he got up anyway, retrieving the biscuits from the table. “You’re a menace,” he muttered, handing the tin to you.

You beamed up at him, cheeks rosy from both the fever and your grin. “Thanks, nurse Theo! You’re my hero.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, sitting back down and resuming his reading.

You nibbled on a biscuit, watching him from beneath the blanket. “You’re so grumpy, you know that? It’s almost charming. Almost.”

“I’m grumpy because I’m stuck here with you while you demand biscuits and whine about your ‘delicate constitution,’” he replied, turning a page but glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You placed a hand on your chest, feigning offense. “How dare you? I’m a delight. A ray of sunshine in your dreary, brooding life.”

“Sunshine? More like a hurricane,” he muttered, though there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

You leaned forward, resting your chin on the edge of the blanket. “Admit it, Theo. You like my company. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t argue, which you took as a victory.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “Deep down, you love my chaotic energy. It balances out your whole ‘silent and moody’ vibe.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly, but you caught the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.

You stretched out your hand toward him, waving your fingers. “Hold my hand.”

“What?” He stared at you like you’d just asked him to wear a tutu.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” you said, your voice thick with mock solemnity. “Emotional support is part of that. Now, hold my hand, Theodore.”

He hesitated for a moment but eventually sighed, setting his book down and reaching over to take your hand. His larger hand engulfed yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at how warm it was.

“See?” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “Doesn’t this feel nice? It’s like a bonding exercise. You’re lucky to have me as your emotional support sunshine.”

“I’m starting to regret my life choices,” he muttered, but his grip on your hand stayed firm.

You yawned, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “I think I’m gonna nap now. Keep holding my hand, okay? It’s good for my recovery.”

He didn’t respond, but when you peeked up at him through heavy eyelids, you caught him staring at you with an expression so gentle it made your heart flutter.

“You’re impossible,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“And yet,” you murmured, eyes closing as you drifted off, “you’re still here.”

Theodore stayed right where he was, holding your hand long after you’d fallen asleep, wondering how someone so infuriating could feel so utterly irreplaceable.

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You blinked awake, the soft light of late afternoon streaming through the curtains. Your eyes adjusted, and you realized your hand was still cradled in Theodore’s much larger one, his head tilted back against the chair, soft breaths escaping his parted lips.

You stared at him, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the long lashes that rested against his pale cheeks, and the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He looked... peaceful. Almost unfairly so.

Why does he have to look like he’s straight out of a portrait even when he’s unconscious? you thought, your own cheeks heating up.

A loud cough interrupted your internal monologue, and you whipped your head around to find Sarah and your three other roommates standing by the door, wide-eyed and grinning like Cheshire cats.

“Care to explain what this is?” Sarah asked, gesturing between you and Theodore, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.

Your face flushed as you yanked your hand away from Theodore’s, causing him to stir slightly but not wake. “This? Oh, this is nothing! Absolutely nothing! He was just... uh... checking my pulse! For medical reasons!”

One of your roommates snorted. “Sure, that’s why he’s been sitting here for hours holding your hand like you’re his dying love in a tragic romance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you huffed, crossing your arms defensively. “Theo? In love with me? Please. He calls me cara!”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “...And?”

“And that means stupid!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “He’s always muttering things under his breath in Italian, probably cursing my very existence! And don’t even get me started on how grumpy he is—he’s always sighing, rolling his eyes, and acting like he’d rather be anywhere else!”

Sarah tilted her head, a strange expression on her face. “Wait, wait, back up. Cara?”

“Yes, cara!” you said, exasperated. “You speak Italian, don’t you? You know it means stupid!”

Before Sarah could reply, Theodore stirred, groggily opening his eyes and blinking at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between you and your roommates, his brows furrowing. “What’s going on?”

The room fell silent for a beat, everyone suddenly hyper-aware of his presence.

“Oh, nothing!” Sarah chirped, her voice unnaturally high-pitched. “We were just... uh... admiring your dedication as a nurse!”

Theodore gave her a blank look before turning his attention to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over,” you muttered, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

Before Theodore could respond, the door burst open, and Lorenzo strolled in, balancing a tray laden with soup, tea, and an assortment of snacks. “Sunshine! How’s my favorite patient?”

You perked up. “You brought food!”

“Of course I did. I’m practically a saint,” Lorenzo said, setting the tray down on the table. His attention shifted to your roommates, and his lips curved into a charming smirk. “Well, hello, ladies. Are you all here to bask in Sunshine’s glow? Or is it my devastating good looks keeping you around?”

You grabbed a pillow and launched it at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Cut it out, Enzo. They’re immune to your nonsense.”

Lorenzo caught the pillow and grinned. “I don’t know, Sunshine. I think I saw a blush or two.”

“More like secondhand embarrassment,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

As Lorenzo began chatting up your roommates, Theodore leaned closer to you, his voice low. “You’re going to owe me for this,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“For what?” you whispered back.

“For not leaving you alone with Enzo's company,” he replied, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.

You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fine. Add it to my tab.”

Meanwhile, Lorenzo, mid-flirt with Sarah, caught sight of your grin and called out, “Don’t smile too hard, Sunshine! You’ll melt poor Theo’s cold heart.”

Theodore shot him a look. “Out.”

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing a biscuit from the tray. “Fine, fine. But only because Sunshine looks like she’s about to murder me.” He winked at you as he sauntered out.

Your roommates followed shortly after, leaving you and Theodore in a much quieter room. You looked at him sheepishly. “Thanks for... you know. Putting up with all of that.”

He shrugged, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. “I don’t mind.”

And for once, his voice wasn’t teasing—it was soft, almost affectionate. You felt your cheeks heat up again as you buried yourself deeper in the blankets, pretending not to notice.

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mattyriddlesbitch · 11 months ago

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Enzo's dark side comes when he gets to fuck you infront of a mirror and literally force you to look at yourself getting fucked by his huge dick

I gotchu!

Gotta Watch

Lorenzo Berkshire x F!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, mirror sex, use of the word 'slut'

18+ Minors DNI!

“You gotta watch, love.” Enzo said from behind you.

You both were naked in front of his floor length mirror, both kneeling on the floor as he was rubbing his cock against your pussy, teasing your hole and clit. He had a hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to watch in the mirror as the tip of his cock poked out from between your thighs and disappeared between them again as he pulled back.

“You feel that, darling? You feel my dick? Gonna fill you with it. Gonna feel it right here.” He said, placing a hand on your lower stomach.

He started pushing into you, moaning right into your ear as he watched your face in the mirror. You moaned along with him, hands gripping his arm holding onto your stomach, closing your eyes from the pleasure of him stretching you out.

“Open your eyes, sunshine. You're gonna watch me fuck you.” He said, gripping your jaw slightly tighter.

“It's so deep.” You muttered before opening your eyes.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear and started thrusting, pulling almost all the way out so you could see his dick in the mirror as it went in and out of you. “Look how well you take me.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out between moans.

“I know. Makes you feel so good, huh?” He teased and when you looked back at his face in the mirror, he was smirking. “Give me a little show. Play with your nipples.” He let go of your jaw to grab your hip, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts.

You let go of his arm and groped your breasts before playing with your nipples, rubbing and pulling them. “Fuck, Enzo. That feels so good.”

“You're fucking perfect, angel.” He said, pressing his lips to your neck, eyes locked on your breasts in the mirror. “My good little slut. You like me telling you what to do, hm?”

You nodded, biting at your lip as you watched his cock fucking in and out of you.

“Do I have to teach you to use your words again? Seems you forgot.” He teased, moving his eyes to your face in the mirror.

“No! I can use my words!” You shook your head, remembering the sessions of overstimulation and orgasm denial.

“Just being quiet on purpose then? Maybe I'm not fucking you hard enough.” He mused.

Before you could reply, he pushed your top half down, pushing you into an arch, moving his arm on your stomach to grab your hair to make you look in the mirror still. The new angle had you crying out as he hit deeper.

“That's it. That's what I wanna hear.” He said, looking down from the mirror to watch his cock pushing in and out of you. “You fucking love this, huh? Love watching me fuck you?” He turned his eyes back to yours in the mirror.

“Yes! I love it! So fucking good!” You cried out, fingers digging into the rug beneath you.

“Yeah? Such a fucking slut. You'd do anything I asked if it meant getting fucked like this, huh?” He was thrusting into you faster.

“Yes! I'd do anything for you, Enzo! You make me feel so good!” You answered, feeling your orgasm starting to build.

“So obedient for me. Bet you'd ride my cock in front of the whole school if I asked and you'd love it.”

“Enzo, please, I'm gonna cum!” You warned, legs starting to feel shaky.

“I know, angel. Can feel you squeezing me.” He smiled at you in the mirror. “Make a mess of my cock, love. Wanna see you cum.” He said, using his hand on your hip to spank you before rubbing the area.

You started trembling, crying out his name as you clawed at the rug.

“Good girl. That's my good girl.” He moaned as he helped ride out your orgasm before his own hit him, hips stilling as he came in your sweet pussy.

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rafesslxt · 11 months ago

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DOBERMAN | Mattheo Riddle

summary: you and pansy go get some errands with hagrid in a store and on your way you find something really cute you wanna buy. When you come back with it, Mattheo isn‘t that convinced like the rest is.

warnings: cutest dog evaaa, new slytherin mascot hehe, mattheo being a softie and a dog dad, words: 806

notes: writing this in the honor of wanting a second dog, a doberman, even tho I got the most beautiful white Shepard ever

Mattheo honestly didn't knew what to say. This wasn't the first time you came back from shopping with things that surprised him. But this?

In front of him sat his girlfriend with her best friend Pansy and a fucking puppy. Even tho that puppy's head and paws looked so huge it could count as a little but matured dog. "What the hell is this?" he asks, looking down at it, sitting by his girlfriends feet.

"This is our new dog! And Pansy and I already named her!"

By the time half of the Slytherins were now in the common room, all standing and sitting around you and your dog. "What did you name her?" Theodore asks you. "Azula." "Azula?" he asks. "What does that mean?" a little girl asks, sitting on the couch.

"It's a name from a girl that can produce blue flames. She's a fire bender and really powerful." Mattheo sighs and shakes his head. "Does Dumbledore even know about this? And where do you even wanna let her be when we have classes?"

"I already figured everything out with Pansy!" Pansy nods in agreement and continues. "Yeah, we asked Hagrid and he says he would love to watch her whenever we have classes or are outside Hogwarts. Dumbledore said yes because officially it's Y/N's pet now. And well, we all know he likes Y/N so it wasn't really that hard."

"Yeah only Snape was a little unsure but then I told him I would teach her to catch rats and snakes for his potions." you say after smiling brightly at Mattheo.

"Oh come on Mattheo, she will be our little guard and new addition to the gang." you say, batting with your lashes at him.

"I like her!" comes from an Enzo who's laying on his back on the ground, already playing with Azula.

Mattheo rolls his eyes. " I am not going to feed her, walk her or do anything other. This is your responsibility, understood?" he gives in which leads you to jump at him happy. "Yes yes yes I promise! You will love her."

A few months passed by since you got Azula and to say Mattheo and her were enemys - one sided enemys - was an understatement.

She was now fully in her teeny phase which means she would not pee inside but now destroy everything her sharp teeth could reach. And to Mattheo's dismail, it were always his things. His ties, his hoodies, his belts, his shoes - especially his shoes.

He would always scold her for destroying his stuff but you told him every time that she was still learning and is now in her teeny phase. Like puberty. What the fuck does that even mean, was what he thought.

Azula on the other hand loved him. She was very picky about who she would let close to her but no matter how often she got pushed away by Mattheo, she would try again.

So it was when Mattheo came back really tired from his classes after he had studied all night long and got barely any sleep, when he fell down on the couch in the common room.

He slept so deep, that he at first didn't notice the little body that squeezed itself between his chest and arms. When he woke up from his nap, still alone in the common room, he gasps as he saw Azula's face right in front of his with her eyes closed.

That was the moment he fell in love, like hard. He would get her ANY toy he saw while walking through the pet store with you, originally to buy dog shampoo and a new leash.

No food was good enough for her but the one he got, the priciest of course and fresh food from Hagrid. He would barf her most of the time. (Barf is feeding your dog like raw meat, fresh fruits, vegetables and stuff.)

He would walk her every time you didn't have time or were still in class. Often he would let her chase Draco in his ferret form only to laugh at him when he hid on a tree or something different that Azula couldn't reach.

Oh and the pics you would collect of them both were so precious. Them playing together, sleeping together on the couch or when she was allowed in your dorm on your bed.

She also played a lot with the cats in Hogwarts as she grew up with them but she hates Mrs. Norris and always chased her through the castle, making Filch argue with you.

So now here he sat, with the love of his life and you. Joke joke joke. But no for real. He would love her to death and that's when it hit him.

"Y/n? I think I want a baby with you."

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descendantofthesparrow · 14 days ago

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somehow these three instantly took over my brain as soon as i decided their dymanic

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lecl3rcw · 11 months ago

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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | leclerc brothers x reader

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part 1

“Y/N, it’s the middle of the fucking night in Monaco? You better have a good ass reason too wake me up” Arthur groaned at his twin as he groggily.

“You won’t believe it.” She says

“What?”

“THE BENGALS INVITED ME TO THEIR GAME” she says, a sudden burst of excitement ran through her

“Who are the bengals again?” He sighs

“….”

“Oh wait, it’s that one dude you like, what was his name again Joe Burrow?”

“YEAH AND GET THIS, I can bring up to 5 people, so you’re coming and so are Charles, Alex, Lorenzo and Maman” she says excitedly.

“Who says I’m going?” He says, earning himself a scowl.

“You don’t want to come?” She says, “well I mean not really”

“Ofcourse you don’t! I always show up for your events and you never show up for mine” she says, maliciousness lacing her tone.

“Y/N please, this isn’t your event, you’re not walking the runway or attending a premiere” he says, his tone now matching hers.

“Well even if I was, not like you’d show up anyways” she mutters.

“What are you yapping about? You’re being so dramatic, I mean not everything revolves around you okay? Some of us have actual problems” he says giving the final blow.

The girl takes a deep breath to collect her self. All her life she had spent living in the shadows of her siblings. She just wanted someone to show up for her, she remembers her first runway show, she had 4 seats reserved for her family yet when she walked out, all 4 of those chairs were empty, why? Because Charles had a last minute deals with a brand. They called and apologized and Ofcourse she put a brave face on, but only the walls of her room heard the way she cried herself to sleep that night.

“You know what? I’m going to let that slide, I don’t know what’s going on with you but I hope you make peace with yourself, and you don’t have to come, I’ll just ask Charles and Enzo. But anyways goodnight” she says

“Y/N-” Arthur tries to interrupt but she hangs up before he can say anything.

Had she overreacted? She felt a sudden rush of guilt overcome her. She couldn’t help but overthink. Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime call from her brother's girlfriend.

"Hey babygirl" Alexandra says, "Hey bae, what's up?" she says propping her phone up on the table.

“Just checking in with you and your man situation” Alex says, her and Charles were in the Maldives, “oh it’s good, I got invited to the bengals game so” she replies, “WAIT THATS SO GOOD” Alex says excitedly, Y/N smiles.

“Do you and Charles want to come with me?” She asks hopeful, “well Charles will be preparing for his race but I can definitely come!! When is it?” She asks, “next week!”

“Oh yeah I can definitely make it!” She says,

“Ok we can fly together!! But I I’ll see you next week love ya!” She says hanging up.

The week came even before she could blink.

“So Y/N you excited?” Alexandra says, and Y/N nods.

When they arrive at the stadium, Y/N is immediately greeted by the bengals team.

“Thankyou so much for being our guest, I’m the head coach Zac Taylor” a man says reaching his hand to which she smiles and accepts.

“This is my friend Alexandra!” She says as Alex also shakes his hand, from the corner of her eye, Y/N could feel a certain pair of blue eyes stare at her, and her cheek flushed more.

She waves to the rest of the team, however the man with blue eyes seems to approach her first. “Hey, my name is Joe, I’m the quarterback” he says extending his hand, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what that it” Y/N chuckles shaking his hand which caused him to smile.

“Well if you umm give me your number maybe some time could teach you about football” he says very smoothly, which causes her to get flustered.

“Oh yeah, d-definitely! Here” she says giving him her number as he smiles, “you have such a beautiful smile” Joe says bringing up her hand to his lips before letting it go, “I’ll talk to you later” he says waving before going to get ready for his game. She just stands there in shock wondering what happened.

Alexandra squeals, “I saw that!! Y/N he so likes you” she says hugging the girl.

Y/N laughs and shakes her head, but the whole time she couldn’t take her eyes of him.

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katinacrisis · 4 months ago

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my personal 911 lone star headcanons:

tk still regularly checks up on the kid who shot him in s1

tk carries around anything you could ever possibly need in an emergency in his lil backpack

paul and marjan go out to eat after every shift so that neither is alone if something heavy happens

jonah and carlos love watching bluey but tk gets bored too easily

carlos is the youngest kid out of all his siblings and cousins

tk has a group chat w carlos’s brother in laws

enzo keeps school projects and drawings from baby tk

tarlos and paul regularly went out to clubs every week before paul started dating asha. now they just do a double date

mateo and nancy are gods at karaoke and everyone in the bar love it when they show up

nancy and tk go to all of evie and izzy’s dance shows and karate competitions and any other kind of performance. evie and izzy get embarrassed by all the cheering and whistling but love the support. they also hate it sometimes tho cuz their friends think tk is hot

judd can only line dance. any other kind of dance he trips over his own feet

tk doesn’t let carlos wear the cowboy hat in the house

jonah falls in love w lou2 and he and tk gang up on carlos for another pet

wyatt is secretly very talented at smth. probably smth music related. nobody will ever find out

grace and charlie take wyatt’s wife and daughter out for spa days every month so they can complain about the boys

marjan teaches mateo how to play soccer and they join a sunday league

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starkwlkr · 2 years ago

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banned | charles leclerc

Charles and Y/N were in bed watching some netflix documentary. It was a Saturday morning, the couple didn't have any plans so they decided to stay in bed for an extra hour. Ruby was in her room playing with her dolls, but as time went on, she walked into her parent's room, still in her pajamas, and told them she had gotten bored of her barbies.

"Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" Ruby asked, climbing onto the bed and laying ontop of Charles.

"What happened to your iPad?" Charles questioned.

"Its with grand-mère, I forgot it." Ruby frowned.

"Okay, but not for too long." Charles sighed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "If someone calls, bring it to me, okay?"

Ruby nodded and climbed off. Her little feet took her to the living room. She sat on the couch and tried to find the game Charles had installed for her to play. Instead of clicking on the game, a certain colorful app caught her eye. She clicked on the Instagram app and the first thing she saw on Charles' feed was a picture of Y/N that she had posted recently. Her chubby fingers clicked on the heart then clicked on the comments. She knew how to spell since Y/N and Charles were teaching her so she slowly typed out a comment.

charles_leclerc MOMMY

seconds later, hundreds of notifications came flooding in.

f1lucyyy CHARLES WHAT

forzacharles SAME CHARLES

gasly10pierre he's so real for that

back in Charles and Y/N bedroom, Charles was too focused on giving his wife her morning kisses. They had completely forgotten about the documentary that was playing on the tv. Y/N was also too busy to even notice the notifications going off from her phone.

Ruby was having too much fun with her dad's phone. She kept liking photos and even took some up close photos of her face with funny filters. That's when she saw the LIVE option. Ruby, being the curious girl she is, clicked on LIVE and wondered what it was doing.

charles_leclerc started a live video

The screen showed her face, but nothing was happening. She was extremely confused. Then the comments started popping up.

schumacherlegacy BABY LECLERC

vettel.jpg BABY LECLERC WHATS YOUR DAD'S CREDIT CARD NUMBER

f1weekly yooo house tour

f1paddockgirlies omg someone screen record this iconic moment

"What's a credit card?" Ruby asked as if someone was going to tell her. She thought it was recording so an idea popped up in her head. She raced to her room with Charles' phone in hand and grabbed her favorite barbies. As she ran back, Charles called her name, unaware that his phone was capturing everything.

"Ruby! Slow down, I don't want you to fall." Charles called out.

al0nz04 OMG HER NAME IS RUBY

norriswag RUBY OMG WE FINALLY KNOW HER NAME

leclercxl/n i feel like i shouldn't be watching this 😭 she probably doesn't even know what's going on

y/nscloset guys don't screen record!! she's a child, we shouldn't be spreading information about her without y/n or charles knowing

"Sorry, papa." Ruby apologized.

"Its okay, baby. Are you hungry?" Y/N asked her daughter.

"No," Ruby quickly said and ran back to the living room.

"Ruby Jules!"

f1gossip omg they named her after jules 😭

wagstyle ok charles come get ur child before she leaks your address

Ruby positioned the phone against her mom's favorite candle and showed the camera a barbie that her uncle Lorenzo had gotten her.

"I like this one. She has pretty hair and my uncle Enzo got it for me." She brought the barbie extremely close to the camera.

leclercfamily she's in her vlog era

Ruby then set the barbie down and grabbed her favorite american girl doll that Charles got for her. "Papa got me this one. She has purple hair and has a crown, see?" Ruby showed the camera yet again. "I have more. And I have things for her hair." This time she ran to her playroom where most of her dolls were located. Instead of taking the phone with her, she left it propped up against the candle.

This game the users a clear view of the Leclerc family home, well some of it.

maxsupermax they really have a giant ass piano in their living room.

buttonvettel IS THAT THE MONZA TROPHY JUST SITTING BY THE DOOR

Ruby came back with all her american girl doll accessories. They were in the classic american girl red bag, but Ruby decided to dump it all on the floor.

"Ruby! What are you doing?" Y/N called out as Charles kissed her neck.

"Playing." Ruby said casually.

"Charles, get up. This girl might be writing on the walls." Y/N said, but Charles wouldn't get off of her.

"She's playing on my phone, she's okay."

"Still, let me get up. My amazon package gets delivered today. Get up, Perceval!" Y/N pinched his side, causing him to groan in pain and finally get off his wife.

Charles dramatically rolled onto his side. "It hurts. It hurts more when you don't have a shirt on."

"You're alive, dear husband." Y/N rolled her eyes and got up from the bed. She put on her slippers, not bothering to put on a proper shirt so she walked to the front door in her matching black silk shorts and lace top. She failed to notice her daughter on Instagram live.

y/nisamilf Y/N TURN AROUND

ricciardofiles RUBY GET UR MOM

verstappenxpiquet does she even know how to read?

"I know how to read." Ruby said to the camera.

Once Y/N opened the door, she heard her daughter say something. "What did you say, baby?" She said, still not looking in Ruby's direction as she retrieved her package from the front door.

"I said i know how to read." Ruby replied.

"Yeah, you do. You're a smart girl." Y/N nodded and went to her office that was right next to Ruby's play room.

Ruby continued showing the camera her toys.

leclercstype american girl haul slay

formulahoe STOP THIS IS GOING ON FOR TOO LONG

paddockbitches ruby is MY world champion

Then Charles finally came into the frame. He was shirtless so all the comments went by too fast for Ruby to read. Like Y/N, he didn't notice Ruby trying to read comments on the phone.

As Charles was about to ask Ruby what she wanted for breakfast, Y/N's phone started to ring. Charles quickly made his way back to the shared bedroom. He looked at the phone screen and saw that his brother Arthur was the one calling. He answered the call.

"Hey, good morning-"

"Get your phone! Ruby is on Instagram live!" Arthur said.

"What?"

"She's live, Charles!"

Charles quickly ran to the living room to find Ruby showing the camera a framed photo of Charles and Y/N's wedding. "Ruby, give me the phone!" Charles raised his voice, making Y/N come out of her office wondering what was going on.

"I was showing the pretty picture!"

Y/N ran to Ruby and saw that she was showing the viewers her wedding picture. "Baby, give papa his phone back."

"Okay. The game was boring." Ruby handed Charles his phone back and went to her playroom.

Charles quickly ended the live and put his phone on the coffee table. "She's never playing on my phone ever again."

"Who told you she was on Instagram?" Y/N asked.

"Arthur. He called you, I answered. He probably got a notification that ruby went live." Charles sighed. "Well, I think everyone knows her name by now."

"Oh my god, wait give me my phone. I have your post notifications on." Y/N gasped.

Charles handed her her phone. He watched as she scrolled through all the Instagram notifications. She then held the phone out for him to see. "She used your account to comment on my picture. Look what she said."

Charles laughed at the comment. "Well she's not wrong. The fans did call you a milf."

"Imagine the ones that missed Ruby's live, they're going to see this comment and think that you have some weird kink. Good luck explaining that, Perceval." Y/N kissed Charles' cheek and went to Ruby's playroom.

"From now on, Ruby is on a phone ban!"

ruby is so chaotic i love her, she's my fav leclerc fr

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