#fan club notts

[rosesareredrosa]

Love notes

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Theo giving Love Notes to y/n in class

w/c: 1289

The dimly lit dungeon classroom buzzed with whispers as Professor Snape droned on about the intricacies of potion-making. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. You were seated in your usual spot, diligently taking notes and trying to ignore the curious stares from your classmates. You had noticed the glances directed your way for the past few weeks, but the reason behind them remained a mystery.

A gentle tap on your shoulder drew you out of your concentration. You turned to see a small, folded piece of parchment on your desk. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the familiar, elegant handwriting: Theodore Nott. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, you unfolded the note.

Y/N, your beauty outshines even the brightest of potion ingredients. Meet me in the library after class?

A soft blush crept up your cheeks as you read the words. Theo had been sending you these notes for weeks now, each one more romantic than the last. You sneaked a glance at him, finding him already looking your way with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

Pansy Parkinson, seated a few rows ahead, turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Another love note from Theo, Y/N?" she whispered loudly enough for several students to hear, causing a ripple of laughter to spread through the room.

Mattheo Riddle, sitting beside her, chuckled. "Merlin's beard, Theo, you're going to turn Y/N as red as a Gryffindor."

Lorenzo Berkshire, lounging lazily in his seat, grinned. "I'm surprised Professor Snape hasn't noticed all these notes flying around. Or maybe he has and just enjoys the entertainment."

Blaise Zabini, always composed, smirked from his seat next to Theo. "Our dear Theo does have a way with words, doesn't he?"

Draco Malfoy, leaning back with his characteristic smirk, added, "Careful, Y/N, or you'll start getting howlers from his fan club."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile as the teasing continued. Theo, however, seemed unfazed. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, and watched you with an amused expression. "Let them tease, Y/N. They’re just jealous they don’t have someone as wonderful as you."

The blush deepened, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. Despite the teasing, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest every time you received one of Theo's notes. It was like a secret game between the two of you, a stolen moment in the chaos of Hogwarts life.

As the class ended and students began to pack up their belongings, you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve. Turning, you found Theo standing there, his eyes warm and inviting. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

With a nod, you slipped your hand into his, ignoring the wolf whistles and laughter from your friends. Together, you made your way to the library, where the shadows of the ancient bookshelves provided a perfect hiding spot for young love.

In the quiet corner of the library, Theo pulled you close, his eyes searching yours. "I meant every word, Y/N," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You make even the darkest dungeon feel like home."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "And you make every note worth blushing over, Theo."

With a soft laugh, he leaned in and kissed you gently, sealing his promise with the sweet taste of young love. And in that moment, surrounded by the whispers of ancient magic and the teasing of friends, you knew that Theodore Nott was the one who made your heart sing.

As the weeks passed, Theo's love notes became an anticipated part of your daily routine. Each one was carefully crafted, a blend of poetry and genuine affection that made your heart race. Even amidst the relentless teasing from your friends, you couldn't help but look forward to the next note, the next glimpse into Theo's heart.

Love Note #1

Y/N,

Your smile is like a potion, intoxicating and sweet. Every time you laugh, it’s as if the sun has risen in the dungeons. Meet me by the Black Lake after dinner?

Yours, Theo

You glanced up from the note to find Theo watching you from across the Potions classroom. He gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod, and you couldn't help but blush as you imagined the quiet, secluded spot by the lake where the two of you could talk uninterrupted.

Love Note #2

Y/N,

The way your eyes light up when you talk about your favorite book is enchanting. I'd love to hear more. Shall we meet in the Astronomy Tower tonight?

With all my heart, Theo

The Astronomy Tower was a favorite spot of yours, a place where you could see the stars and feel like you were a part of something bigger. Theo knew this, and his suggestion filled you with a warm, comforting feeling. You looked forward to the serene evening that awaited.

Love Note #3

Y/N,

Every time I see you, it’s like my own personal Felix Felicis. I feel incredibly lucky to have you in my life. Can we take a walk in the Forbidden Forest this weekend?

Forever yours, Theo

The Forbidden Forest was mysterious and full of hidden secrets, much like Theo himself. The idea of exploring it with him was thrilling. You could already picture the two of you walking among the ancient trees, finding solace in each other's company.

Love Note #4

Y/N,

Your presence is a Patronus in my darkest times, chasing away all my fears. Would you join me for a late-night snack in the kitchens tonight?

Always, Theo

You chuckled at the thought of sneaking into the kitchens with Theo. The house-elves were always kind and eager to help, and the prospect of sharing a secret feast with Theo was too tempting to resist.

Love Note #5

Y/N,

Like the rarest of magical creatures, you are a wonder to behold. Your kindness and intelligence are unmatched. Let’s study together in the Room of Requirement tomorrow?

Yours eternally, Theo

The Room of Requirement, a place that adapted to your needs, was perfect for a quiet, intimate study session. You knew that with Theo by your side, even studying could become a cherished memory.

The constant flow of notes did not go unnoticed by your friends. They found endless amusement in your budding romance.

"Another one, Y/N?" Pansy asked, pretending to swoon. "Theo, you’re going to make the rest of us look bad!"

Mattheo smirked. "Yeah, seriously, Nott. How are we supposed to compete with that level of romance?"

Lorenzo grinned, nudging Draco. "We should take notes, Malfoy. Maybe then we’d have a chance."

Draco rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Just wait until his fan club hears about this. They'll be devastated."

Despite the teasing, there was an underlying current of support and happiness for you both. Even Blaise, who was usually more reserved, gave you a knowing smile. "Looks like Theo's found his muse," he said quietly.

One evening, as you sat by the Black Lake with Theo, the gentle sound of water lapping at the shore, you turned to him and said, "You know, Theo, your notes mean the world to me."

He smiled, his eyes soft with affection. "I’m glad, Y/N. You mean the world to me."

And as the sun set over Hogwarts, casting a golden glow over the two of you, you realized that these moments, these notes, were just the beginning of a beautiful love story.

[deadghosy]

Headcanon of singer user? Like they're in a popular band and the Slytherin boys are fanboys of them

A/N: hi Kai! Hope you like this one lol

Slytherin boys headcannons towards singer!reader

Ft. Mattheo riddle, Draco malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire

Mattheo riddle

He’s the type to like every thirst edit there is of you.

😕he’s a closet simp that soon takes pride into saying shit like “oh them? They’re hot.”

Literally will try to romance you, he’s a lover boy type of fanboy. But if you do notice him, he’s kicking his feet up and down when he gets back to Hogwarts.

Has a shirt that says “I 💗 [singer name]”

Tries to figure out what kinda men you like so he can just try to flirt with you.

He’s the type of fanboy to jokingly be like “I wanna be their microphone” every time you get up close to it.

He’s so silly!

Draco malfoy

Buys all the expensive merchandise😭😕

He would even rub it in a little girls face in Hogwarts, bragging how he got the best merch from your store

He buys a front row ticket and a back room permission as well😭😕

He’s the type of fanboy to be like “hm, they’re not all that…”

BUT LITERALLY HE WOULD RANT ABOUT HOW AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HOW GOOD YOU CAN SING

His father had to scold him about using money

Blaise Zabini

When he’s walking in the halls, you best believe he has your songs playing already in his headphones.

Listens to your voice when going to sleep….

But honestly I feel him being a fanboy of you would make him save edits of you😭😕

Possibly Lorenzo had sent him a lot of your edits off of TikTok and it made Blaise fall inlove with you.

Definitely the type to just act like he doesn’t know you when literally he knows the next release of your next song and album.

Probably sings a song to himself when he’s bored.

He’s just built like that

Theodore Nott

OKAY PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD TRY TO HAVE A Y/N MOMENT WITH YOU😕😕

I mean cmon reader, he’s hot, you’re hot. So why not hook up🤷🏾

Broski literally follow you on all platforms, mostly on instagram. See, if he never knew how to speak English. He would for you.

He’s gotta propose in some way in the future lmao.

He definitely stole of Enzo’s vinyl records

He’s not giving them back either

Lorenzo Berkshire

Number 1 fan! And fan boy!!!

He got your albums, discs, you name it.

Boy was hoooked when pansy had showed him your songs.

Goes to your concerts and of course not every one, he’s not that crazy…

But he definitely is the leader of your fan club, definitely wears it with pride

People worship you and him because you are the amazing singer, while he is the king of knowing so much about you.

He’s most definitely a narwar fan😭😭

WATCHES YOUR INTERVIEWS LIKE CRAZY

He probably has merch of you, maybe posters…

[carav4l]

dim light

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Summary: After the first Quidditch match of the year, Y/N founds herself in the wrong side of the bar at the club she works at. And she’s not specially happy about it. However, Theo Nott is even more pissed, and he has all the rights to be.

Warnings: violence (not developed, but a fight does take place), swearing.

Before you read: this piece is set in a CollegeAU! English is not my first language, so please take that into consideration and be nice. Also, the whole piece is written in third POV because it’s the one I’m more comfortable with. Reader’s house isn’t specified, but definitely isn’t Slytherin or Gryffindor for the plot’s sake.

Y/N had to cover for one of her colleagues that night, Aubrey, who was feeling unwell after accidentally tasting some unfinished potion they had been working on that morning’s class. So, much to her regret, Y/N had to experience the post-season party from behind the bar at the Witch’s Hour Nightclub. Y/N wasn't the biggest fan of Quidditch by any means, but she did love everything that came with it at the castle: the colorful stands, skipping classes to watch the other’s houses games, the tension during the match, and above all, the celebrations that followed.

"Can I have two strawberry daiquiris, please?"

Ginny Weasley's words were met with a nod from Y/N, who smiled hoping to conceal her frustration. As she prepared the drinks, she glimpsed her group of friends amidst the dance floor frenzy. Just about ten minutes ago, they had all been keeping her company, sympathizing with her bad luck until Y/N urged them to enjoy the night on her behalf, and they had moved towards the dance floor to never come back. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t blame them for doing so.

Once the daiquiris were ready, Y/N placed them in front of the redhead without a word, her forced smile still in place. After paying for her order, the Gryffindor left the bar to join Luna Lovegood on the other side of the room.

Y/N barely had time to stash the money in the cash register before another group of girls shouted their order at her, noticeably less politely than Ginny. Y/N found herself close, very close, to spitting on the three Sex on the Beach cocktails in front of her. She couldn't stand how people could seem to lose their manners with the slightest bit of alcohol in their system. It didn't take her long to realize that, when it came to those girls, the unjustified attitude was because it had been Y/N who had taken their order, not the curly-haired guy going back and forth behind her.

Theodore Nott seemed considerably more annoyed about working that night than Y/N. And rightfully so, given his position as chaser on the Slytherin team, which had also happened to lose the game that day. Well, if Y/N was in a bad mood, Theo seemed ready to hex anyone who entered his line of sight at any moment.

Y/N took the wad of bills the group left, or rather slammed on the counter, and turned to head back to the register. This time however, she ended up colliding with something herself, most specifically her coworker's chest. The boy’s hands shot to her waist to prevent her from falling, and Y/N felt the exposed skin between her black crop top and low-rise sequin miniskirt burn. She unconsciously grabbed onto Theo's forearm, her chest constricted by the sudden scare.

"Hey angel, seems like you really tripped over me there," he said with a grin once Y/N steadied herself, not even making an attempt to let her go. In fact, she felt like he was tracing circles on her hip with his thumb. Y/N became acutely aware of the places where Theo's skin touched hers. "You good?"

She lifted her gaze to his watercolor eyes and cursed herself for the effect they, and the boy himself, seemed to have on her. It was utterly stupid, as everyone knew that Theodore Nott wasn't available and didn't seem like he would ever be. The boy seemed way above any one-night stand or anything as trivial as college relationships. Y/N believed she could count on one hand all the girls she knew he had been involved with. In some way, she respected him for that.

"Yeah, sorry," she apologized with flushed cheeks, silently grateful for the dim lighting of the venue. "It's just that tonight's been a mess and I'm a bit distracted."

Her words got lost in the music resonating through the speakers. Theo put a finger to his ear to signal that he hadn't heard anything, then buried his hand in Y/N's hair and gently brought their faces closer. Y/N repeated her response, earning a nod and a guttural sound of agreement.

"Tell me about it," Theo sighed then, pulling his face back just enough for their eyes to lock. They were so close that their noses almost brushed.

"I still don't quite get why you're working tonight, to be honest. I thought there was an unwritten rule that said Quidditch players didn't have to work on match days."

"Well, let's just say dear boss couldn’t seem to care less about that rule," the guy said, giving a sidelong glance at Philippa Harvey, a rather ill-tempered Ravenclaw who happened to be the club's manager. She was on the good side of the bar, dancing suggestively with a guy Y/N couldn't quite place. "Let's say she made me an indecent proposal, and I turned her down. And voilà, here I am."

A pang of something close to jealousy reluctantly settled in Y/N's stomach. It's not like she had any right to feel that way, anyway. She opened her mouth to express how sorry she felt for him, both for Slytherin's defeat and the fact that Philippa had finished screwing the night for him, but the sound of someone banging on the counter forcefully stole her opportunity.

"Hey, you two! Less groping and more pouring drinks."

It was a Gryffindor from the Quidditch team, tall and big, with a rather ordinary face. Y/N assumed that's why she couldn't remember his name. In any case, he seemed pretty drunk to her.

After trailing her cheek with his thumb one last time, Theo let go of her and with the distasteful expression he had worn all night back in place, told Y/N that he would handle it. She sighed and resumed the task of putting away the money in the cash register. Once done, she walked over to where Theo was serving the Gryffindor big guy to attend another one who had just arrived at the bar.

As she was about to start making a gin and tonic for him, a shot glass was placed right in front of her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at Theo, and he just shrugged in response. "It's going to be a long night," he seemed to convey with the gesture. "We might as well make it as enjoyable as possible." She agreed, so she took the shot and brought it to her lips without hesitation. Theo did the same with his own shot, never taking his eyes off her, and Y/N wasn't sure if the rush of heat that swept through her body was due to the alcohol or his gaze.

"Have another one on me, Nott," the Gryffindor guy interrupted them again, placing another pair of bills on top of those already on the counter. "And another for your gorgeous coworker. It sucks that you have to be the one serving drinks after how we beat the shit out of you guys this afternoon, don't you think?"

Theo clenched his fist around the glass, his knuckles turning white. Lips pressed into a stern line, he continued preparing the jerk's drink without looking up from his task. Y/N continued hers, not taking her eyes off the scene unfolding by her side.

"I also think it sucks that such a pretty girl like you has to be on that side of the bar," the Gryffindor guy persisted, unabated. Y/N looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still working, grabbing a bottle of gin from under the bar and pouring it into the glass in front of her. "When you get a break, you could look me up. We Gryffindors know how to show a girl a good time."

Disgusted, Y/N opened her mouth to tell him that she'd rather get eaten by a basilisk than to let him lay a finger on her, but someone beat her to it.

"Don't you even think about talking to her," snapped Theo, slamming the drink down in front of the Gryffindor with such force that Y/N thought the glass might shatter. "In fact, don't ever look at her again."

Y/N was taken aback by such words. She glanced at Theo with a racing heart, but he didn't return the look because his gaze was fixed on the idiot. The latter laughed brazenly.

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

Y/N saw a glint of anger in Theo's watercolor eyes, so she hurried to slip under the boy's arm resting on the counter and interpose herself between him and the Gryffindor. For a moment, Theo ignored her and continued to glare at the rival idiot. With a slightly trembling hand, Y/N grabbed his face by the jaw and forced their gazes to meet. If he had taken her that intimately before, he shouldn't mind her doing the same, right?

"Theo," she called him. He however, not willing to give in attempted to turn his face again. "Theo, just leave it. It's not worth it."

Y/N felt Theo's grip on his jaw tighten even more, but he nodded imperceptibly anyway.

"Fine."

"Yeah, Nott, listen to your little whore."

In the blink of an eye, Theo had jumped over the counter and landed a solid left hook on the round-faced Gryffindor. Y/N gasped in surprise at the sight. The Slytherin boy wasn't particularly known for getting into fights, not even when they happened during a match and the rest of his team and some of his friends were involved. That was more typical of Mattheo Riddle, or Lorenzo Berkshire. By Merlin, even Malfoy could be more prone to fights than Theo.

But there he was, straddling a guy who was a head taller and twice his size, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N figured the only reason Theo barely had gotten a scratch on his cheek was that, as she had suspected earlier, the Gryffindor was quite drunk. For a moment, Y/N just stood there, doing nothing but watching the spectacle unfold before her eyes, as if in a trance that prevented her from looking away. It didn't last too long luckily, and once she managed to move, she went straight to the dance floor, heading for the area where she thought she had spotted Theo's group of friends over an hour ago.

If it hadn't been for Draco Malfoy's bleached blond hair, Y/N didn't think she would have found them in the mass of dancing bodies. Pushing any insecurities the group might make her feel deep down, Y/N grabbed the wrist of the person who was closest to her and shook them hard enough to get their attention. Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes met hers shortly after, giving her an unfriendly once-over from head to toe. The guy didn't even bother to speak, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm... I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she introduced herself awkwardly, trying not to dwell on it for too long. "I work here with Theo. This is actually about him. He's fighting with a Gryffindor idiot, and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, but the guy is like twice his size, and I can't separate them."

Surprise transformed Mattheo's face, which only confirmed the belief that Theo and fighting didn't usually appear in the same sentence. He turned to his friends to convey the message, and they all hurriedly followed Y/N to the bar where Theo was still straddling the Gryffindor, as if Y/N had never left. In less than a second, Mattheo and Blaise had each of Theo's arms and were leading him out of the club, followed by Lorenzo, Draco, and Pansy.

Once again, Y/N stood still, not quite sure how to proceed. One thing was clear though: she definitely didn't want to be near the idiot once he woke up, or when his friends showed up and looked for someone to blame. Y/N approached the bar again to inform her only other coworker, a girl from her house with whom she maintained a friendly relationship of greetings and pleasant smiles in the corridors, that she was going to make sure Theo was okay. The girl nodded, and without further ado, Y/N headed for the back exit of the Witch's Hour, reserved only for staff and, on this occasion, Theo's friends.

Outside in the dimly lit alley, she found the curly-haired boy sitting on an old wooden crate, with Pansy Parkinson crouched in front of him at a distance that, for some reason she couldn’t wrap around her finger, seemed too short to Y/N. Pansy seemed to be giving him a quiet scolding even though there was no one else there but the two of them and their other four friends, standing prudently apart. Theo had his gaze fixed on the ground, and although Y/N couldn't see his eyes because of his bangs, she noticed that his jaw was clenched once again.

Y/N approached cautiously the rest of the group. The smell of tobacco from Mattheo and Lorenzo's cigarettes wafted into her nose, causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Blaise was the first to notice her presence.

"You didn't need to come out," he spoke in a calm tone, giving her a friendly smile. Y/N shrugged and returned the smile timidly.

"Blaise’s right," Lorenzo chimed in between drags of his cigarette. The contrast between his boyish face and the action itself shocked Y/N. "Pansy knows how to handle him."

Y/N made an affirmative sound before giving a proper response. Why had she come out, anyway? The answer briefly crossed her mind, but she couldn't even process it correctly, let alone speak it out loud. She decided to go for the most obvious excuse.

"I just wanted to make sure he's okay. After all, this happened because..."

"I don’t fucking care, Theodore!" Pansy's shout cut her off mid-sentence. The five turned their heads toward them. Pansy had stood up and was pointing an accusing finger at Theo. "You're supposed to be the smart one in the group. You shouldn't stoop to this crap."

"Ouch," Mattheo whimpered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Don't play the victim, Riddle," Draco said, leaning against the alley wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "She hasn't said anything that isn't true."

"It's still pretty uncalled for on her part."

The conversation died there, unlike the ongoing one between Pansy and Theo. Y/N decided to wait until Theo's friends went back inside the club to talk to him alone about what had happened. She didn't feel up to doing it with all those strangers watching her from the other side of the alley, and there was no need to create such a scene.

The night was strangely cool for the time of year they were in, and considering how lightly she was dressed, Y/N began to shiver slightly. Thanks to Merlin, only a couple more minutes passed before Pansy concluded her scolding and headed back to the club. Y/N couldn't quite grasp the look she shot her as she walked by. It wasn't a look of complete disdain, at least not entirely, but it lacked the warm smile Blaise had given her earlier.

"Ignore her," Blaise reassured, that same smile still on his face. Shifting his attention back to Y/N, he noticed her shivering and promptly took off his green and black Quidditch team bomber jacket to offer it to her. "Here, take it. Give it back to Theo, and he'll return it to me."

Y/N barely had any time to refuse, but was grateful that Blaise didn't give her the chance to as she truly could use some warmth. She slid her arms into the sleeves of the jacket, which was considerably larger than her, and involuntarily breathed in its scent: expensive cologne with hints of mint and chocolate. Y/N couldn't help but find it somewhat addictive.

Once alone in the alley, Y/N walked over to where Theo was still seated, head down and hands tangled in his hair.

"Hey," she managed to say.

After a significantly long sigh, Theo raised his gaze to meet hers. With a tired smile, he greeted her in a hushed voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhhm," Theo barely made a sound in response, unsure of what else to say.

There was an air of something new between them, and neither was quite sure how to proceed. Y/N raised her hand with the intention of cupping his face to see for herself if what the boy had said was true, but her hand stopped midway. She attempted to disguise the motion by placing her hand on her chest.

"Thanks for standing up for me," Y/N finally said, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

"Anytime," Theo murmured, his voice slightly huskier than usual. In a sudden surge of courage he took Y/N's hand in his and tugged it gently, bringing her closer to him. He played with her fingers as he spoke again. "I wish you hadn't had to see that, though."

"Let's just say you could have settled for threatening him or something," she excused him, downplaying it with a giggle that made the boy smile. "But I'm still grateful you did it."

Silence once again settled between them, but this time it felt more comforting in a way. For a few moments, they simply locked eyes, trying to find in each other's eyes all that they were feeling themselves. Y/N was genuinely surprised to find herself in this situation with none other than Theodore Nott. There had always been a sort of mutual understanding between them, a silent complicity they didn't share with any of their clubmates. But Y/N had always assumed it was a simple friendship, that Theo considered her a part of the short list of people he tolerated, and that was it.

However, under the dim light of the moon that night, it felt like much more to her.

"I think we should go back inside," Y/N said in a hushed voice, fearing that if she raised her tone too much, the magical moment would come to an end.

"We should, yeah," Theo agreed, but despite his words, made no attempt to go back inside. If anything, he pulled Y/N's hand a bit more until she was practically between his legs.

With his free hand, Theo cautiously cradled her face, as if unsure if she would pull away. On the contrary, Y/N tilted her head letting it rest in his hand, unable to believe that all these displays of affection were coming from him.

"Can I ask you something?" Theo's voice caught her slightly off guard, but she nodded all the same.

"Sure."

"Never wear Zabini's jacket again," his words caught her with a bit of surprise, and her cheeks turned an even rosier shade.

"Why? Are you going to lend me yours or something?" she joked, pushing a couple of strands of hair from Theo's face, using the excuse to touch him again.

Theo's gaze darkened a bit, and for a moment, Y/N cursed herself for choosing those words. Maybe they weren't at that point yet, right? Perhaps they hadn't reached the teasing phase, and her comment might had made Theo close up. It wouldn't surprise her coming from him.

Y/N didn't dare breathe again until Theo spoke, eyes filled with certainty.

"Consider it done."

Her heart raced, and seeing the smile that transformed her face into one of unexpected joy, his did too.

[radioisntdead]

Buon giorno or Buona notte dearest!!

I have another request heheheh

Think of this : Angel and the gang go out for another trust exercise, and they see an add for one if m!readers concerts.

Since Angel is a fan, he asks to go with the group as a bonding experience, which Charlie says yes too

They go together, and m!reader is getting ready, when they see Angel and think he's quite cute, not knowing him from his ahem, works and they sing a love song (Heavy metal lover by Lady Gaga) and Angel almost has a heart attack.

(It's mostly the ; 'I could be your girl,girl,girl' part that I get inspired from)

At some point Val starts being a weirdo, and then m!reader publicly shits on him in front of their entire audience, and he leaves after getting taken away by a few of m!readers fans

And it ends happily ever after with them together forever :D

(Readers music vibe is like odetari, ayesha erotica, asteria, etc)

If you could do this, it would make my summer!!

Love

-XIN🌹💝

Good evening my dearest Xin! I had so much fun writing this, my apologies it took awhile to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Backstage passes

Angel dust x M! Reader

Warnings: Valentino gets ripped apart, literally. Reader is low-key like the dazzlings from MLP, also I imagine the reader died via Bell accident like that evil dude from Disney's coco

Song used [I listened to this song so much while writing that it actually made me sick LMAO]

You appeared in hell overnight after dying from an unfortunate and totally not planned stage accident, involving a bell, everything you had worked so hard for gone within a mere moment.

Filled with rage and the confidence of someone desperate to thrive in the spotlight, you began to conquer the music scene of hell.

You climbed the ranks and crushed those beneath you, if you weren't so focused on gaining fame instead of plain ol' power you'd give a couple of overlords a good run for their money.

You captured the attention of hell's finest, sinners and hellborn alike wanted to book you for their events, concerts were sold out within seconds, stan accounts on hell's Twitter servers would beef with those who opposed you, music edits were made of you, memes and clips, mildly disturbing fanfiction was written, you were an icon.

Along with catching the attention of hell's finest, you gained Angel dust as a fan.

Your music would be playing in the clubs he went to, sometimes played during his drag shows, he'd use it as background for whatever thoughts he disassociated away to whenever Valentino was having his way, or he'd just listen to your music when he was alone.

And so when Charlie somehow managed to get the entire hotel front row tickets to your show after he mentioned it's make a good group exercise, he was ecstatic!

The group waited outside, Charlie and Vaggie were trying to secure a place for them in line, Alastor would rather died again then attend so his ticket went to Cherri, Husk had found the bar, Niffty was terrorizing some sinners by cleaning, Sir Pentious was... Sir Pentious-ing Cherri bomb, and that left Angel dust to wonder around until the show began, stumbling into a nearby store to grab some snacks.

You on the other hand sneaked out to go to the convenience store near by the concert venue in full performance outfit covered by an oversized coat and hood just to grab a slushie and a light snack because with all the dancing you were going to be doing, you couldn't do on a empty stomach but not a too full one or you'd puke!

And that's where you saw him, purchasing a couple of things.

You had a little thing for cute things, and Angel dust seemed to fall into that category, for you anyways, for most of hell's people, they usually tended to put him into a more... Exploitive one,

It wouldn't hurt for you to make one of your people drop off a couple of backstage passes for that spider, after your show right?

Or better yet maybe you could do it yourself?

The concert venue was filled with sinners and hellborn alike from all types of backgrounds, all there to see you perform.

Including a couple of overlords.

Angel's eyes bounced around the stage waiting for your arrival.

Soon enough the bright lights dimmed and more colorful ones took their place.

Lights, smoke, action.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

It was starting.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover

You came up from a platform under the stage smoke coming out with you as the music began, microphone in hand, and eyes closed shut.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Your eyes shot open as you began to move, background dancers were moving in sync, all eyes were on you.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Dressed in black and neons you practically glowed in the dark atmosphere,

"I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south," your voice rang out throughout the venue causing some members of the audience to scream out your name.

You struggled to hold back a filthy grin.

"Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout," you walked out onto the stage front and center, lights following you in all your leather-y glory, the backstage passes in your sleeve crinkled.

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better," Angel dust's eyes were locked onto you much like everyone's else's, like they were hypnotized.

"Why river with a pair? Let's have a full house of leather," Oh how you adored being the center of attention, you looked at the crowd, eyes glancing over everyone, a mild shiver of disgust went through you when you accidentally locked eyes with what looked to be a grape flavored moth.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You quickly moved your eyes away to continue looking for a certain spider, honestly your attachment to see a sinner you only saw for five seconds tops in a convenience store was interesting.

What was even more interesting was your ability to avoid the explicit ads for the films he did, seriously they were everywhere in hell! Including said convenience store!

"Heavy metal lover,"

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

As you walked across the stage you kept your eyes on the audience,

Searching..

Searching..

And you found him!

Right in the front row, how did you not see him before?

"Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you down," your eyes locked on him as his locked on yours.

Did that count as a horrible, HORRIBLE pickup line or was that just poorly timed?

"You've got to earn your leather in this part of town," it seems someone hadn't seen the poison music video! You flared out your own leather jacket, the shiny gems on it sparkling in the dark.

"Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels," you winked at him before turning on your heel as your background dancers circled around you with all sorts of dancing.

"Let's raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble,"

You danced and your background dancers mimicked in perfect coordination.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

You began strutting to the center of the stage.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You leaned down and went into what I can only describe as a sensual army crawl but without relying on your elbows to crawl.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You moved towards Angel dust.

"Heavy metal lover,"

You reached out an arm towards him, gently tugging on his bowtie to pull him closer to the stage, once he was close enough you touched his face, his eyes were wide and his heart was nearly pounding out of his fluffy spider chest, you his all time favorite singer was touching his face.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,"

Within seconds you moved your arm just enough to loosen the backstage passes from your sleeve and have them fall into your hand.

"But would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

You tucked the tickets into the front of his shirt where his chest fluff was located, being careful not to accidently grope the spider.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You gave a wink before flipping yourself onto your back and throwing yourself up and strutting back to the middle of the stage as your performers danced around you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Unfortunately a certain moth witnessed your little flirt, with his best pornstar? He didn't think so.

Without alerting the other two Vees who were actually focused on the show itself he marched his way through the crowd.

Heavy metal lover

"Whip me, slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk,"

Shoving audience members to the side, causing some to crash into each other and tumble like dominoes, grabbing the attention of others.

"Bud Light, liquors, bar slam, move it, this is your jam"

Of course that caught your attention, and you didn't appreciate someone stepping out and stealing the attention that belonged to you! That you deserved and worked so hard for!

"Wash the night with St. Jameson, Like a baptism, heavy metal lovers play,"

You took a couple of steps towards the side of the stage where he was.

"Baby, we were born this way''

"Uh oh, it seems a shiny headed purple man is trying to wreck the show! We can't exactly have that now can we?"

You could barely hear whatever words he was saying, in your prospective it was like a grape yappin' away.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

With a wave of your hand the crowd grabbed onto him, lifting him up and pulling him through, landing him in the cannibal section.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Grabbing onto his limbs and pulling them apart, teeth were sunk into him pulling at his purple flesh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Attention was back on you, as it should be.

No one paid mind to Valentino's screams as if they couldn't hear it or as if it wasn't happening at all, completely and utterly enamoured with you and your music.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Neither of the Vee's would notice he was gone until hours after the show, no one would notice the blood scattered on the floor until late at night when they were cleaning up the messes, and no one would know what exactly happened to him until he eventually respawn, having lost everything.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

What a scary power you possessed, even if you didn't completely realize you had it.

But that wasn't the focus here, because as if nothing ever happened you went back to flirting with Angel dust from the stage.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, but would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

Eventually the show would end, and you'd wait anxiously backstage until that spider came, cashing in that backstage pass you shamelessly gave him from the stage, followed by the princess of hell herself moments later trying to get you to join her hotel.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

And what else could you do then accept her invitation to join her little hazbin hotel, although you were anything but a hazbin.

And if you did manage to get past the pearly gates, you already had earth and hell alike in a chokehold, imagine what you'd accomplish if you performed in heaven?

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

It was a good chance to get to know Angel dust as well, the two of you would go from friends to something more.

Heavy metal lover

Friends to lovers was such a a underrated trope wasn't it?

Heavy metal lover

It wouldn't hurt to lean a little more into romantic songs, especially if you went the more cheesy route and played for Angel alone.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

You couldn't wait for the chance to shamelessly flirt with him while you were on stage again.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! I know my posting schedule has been a little wonky [side eyeing the Wednesday angst being posted on Thursdays] my bad, there's some personal stuff going on, plus I've been feeling a little sick but hopefully everything will be a little more organized this week! As always thank you for tuning on in, goodnight!

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love your charactes analytics! 💞 have you thought about jobs in the magical world? how many are there, possible prospects? such as a healer, a teacher, translators, editors... and what could the Potterian heroes work in a world without V? like in fics, James is often written as a Quidditch player, Sirius as a healer/auror/etc, and what about Barty Jr.? Regulus Black? Blaise Zabini? Theodore Nott? others?

Anonymous asked:

hey! what is the total number of jobs in the wizarding world? we know professors, shopkeepers, healers... but what else? and what positions do the workers of the ministry hold besides the minister, his assistant, judges and aurors? and the most important thing: what would the heroes work for if there were no war? who were Sirius, Remus, Lily, Theodore Nott? 👀

Anonymous asked:

Had the Marauders, Lily, and Snape all survived the war (say for whatever reason Lily and James were not killed on Halloween, whether at an order meeting with a babysitter or Voldemort stunning them instead, other explanations, etc), do you have any theories or headcanons for what they would have done with their lives?

Thank you all so much! 😊

Well, when it comes to jobs, basically 70% of their population works at the ministry — therefore most wizards are part of the government. Even Healers seem to be government-adjacent since St. Mungo's seems very connected to the ministry. Those that aren't are most commonly either shop owners (like the Weasley twins, various broom makers, or Ollivander) or entertainers (such as musicians, Quidditch players, and authors). But then you also have suppliers of various magical goods, like wand woods which are grown differently than just any tree or dragon reserves (which I assume supply dragonhide and dragon heartstrings). And you have other writers — academics who write textbooks and journalists. You also have wizards working for Gringotts as either guards or curse breakers. There is also, obviously, the possibility of working at Hogwarts, but there only seem to be eleven professors there, so, Hogwarts isn't a large employer for wizards.

But, like, if we look at Harry's year of 40 students, at least 28 of them would go on to work in the ministry in one of its departments. Now the ministry is big compared to the size of the population (likely too big), and you have many positions there that are practically only there to give someone the minister likes a job. There are bigger or smaller offices and departments, and they all have a different social standing within the ministry. (Think how Crouch Sr was demoted from head of the DMLE to Head of International Magical Cooperation). As basically everything in their society is regulated by the ministry, you literally have an office for everything. There are definitely to many of them for me to just list here and there are many we likely haven't heard of. Like, in canon, the Spell Classification and Regulation Committee isn't mentioned, but it's implied to exist, or the Trace Tracking Office that also isn't mentioned, but I'm convinced is there.

I would add regarding the ministry jobs, that the Ministry of Magic runs on nepotism. If you don't know someone in the right places or are incredibly skilled, it's practically impossible to get a job there. Hence why the Slug Club exists. It allows muggleborns the social mobility and connections they otherwise won't have. This is something I will take into account in my job headcanons.

So, let's take a look at some of these professions and ministry departments with characters (assuming Voldemort doesn't happen/happens partially). This is all very much into headcanon territory, but it was fun to think about.

Mauraders Era

James Potter -

I think the common fan jobs of either a professional Quidditch or an Auror suit James quite well. Both include being active, a sense of adventure and danger for Aurors, and fame and glory for a Quidditch player — all things that fit James' personality quite well. I think, regardless, if he lived he would have worked as a Quidditch player/Auror until he was older and in his retirement would've joined the Wizengamot more full-time, I think.

I personally prefer to say Auror for him. Mostly because I think Sirius would choose to be an Auror and James would join him. "Never saw one without the other", so I like to keep them together.

Lily Potter -

I don't see Lily having a ministry desk job. Even if she probably could get one with Slughorn's recommendation it just doesn't sound like it'll suit her. I kinda see her doing more freelance work and writing for Charms magazines or textbooks. Occasionally making a Wizengamot appearance in James' seat if there's an issue she cares about.

Sirius Black -

As I mentioned in James' section, I see him becoming an Auror. I mean, before his arrest, he had no reason to doubt the ministry, as they were working with the Order in the first war. And I think, going to hunt down dark wizards for a living is exactly the kind of statement Sirius would make against his family.

Severus Snape -

If Snape could choose, I don't think he would become a teacher. I don't think he likes children or teaching enough for that. What he does enjoy, is inventing magic — be it spells or potions. So, I see him, if it was up to him, he'd invent spells and potions. Maybe, if he could manage it (recommendations from either Slughorn or Lucius), he'd find his way to the Committee on Experimental Charms and test experimental charms besides inventing his own.

Remus Lupin -

Remus has a problem called being a werewolf in a very bigoted and corrupt society. If Remus could choose, I think he did enjoy teaching quite a bit, and he does like Defence Against the Dark Arts. I think, if he could, he would be a teacher. I just think he'd have an easier time getting a muggle job and calling in sick once or twice a month.

Barty Crouch Jr -

Not the ministry.

Like, with how much he hates his father who represents the ministry, no way is he going to do a ministry desk job anywhere near his father. I think he liked being a teacher for that one year, and wouldn't mind being a professor as a full-time career. Although, I think his first choice of career would be something more exciting that takes him far away from his father — so I'm going Curse Breaker. He has the skills and grades for that, and I think it'll suit him.

Regulus Black -

We don't know that much about Regulus, but we know he was a Seeker in Hogwarts. So, I'd say professional Quidditch player + living off his family's wealth.

Books Era

Harry Potter -

I already talked in the past about how I don't like Harry being an Auror that much since I think he'd chafe under the authority and the ministry and I think the guy deserves a rest. So, I often prefer to headcanon he went to Auror training with Ron right after the war and decided to return to 8th year during the training cause he felt lost. Ron and he returned to 8th year and Harry decided he didn't want to be an Auror and instead became the DADA professor. I see him eventually becoming Hogwarts Headmaster.

A Harry Potter who was raised by his parents (assuming they lived) might choose a different profession. I think a Harry raised by James and Lily would go on to be a professional Quidditch player.

Hermione Granger -

I know in semi-canon material like Pottermore and in the (for me) non-canon Cursed Child, Hermione joins the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and later becomes Minister of Magic. I personally kinda hate that, since I don't think Hermione would be a good minister. I mean, she'd be better than Fudge, but, I don't know, I don't like it.

I don't mind her becoming the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and her and Harry using the Potter Wizengamot seat to improve rights for elves and werewolves. I can also see her becoming an Unspeakable and working to open the department up and actually publish the things they study about magic for the improvement of the wizarding world.

All in all, Hermione is exactly the kind of person who'd be good and happy at a ministry desk job, so I tend to give her one. Now, I think the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is more her style than being an Unspeakale, even though I said otherwise in the past. But I still like both ideas.

Ron Weasley -

As I mentioned in the Harry section, I see them starting the training together, but after 8th year, only Ron returns to become an Auror. I'd like to see Ron as the eventual head of the Auror Office and maybe head of the DMLE. I think Ron would get along in the ministry better than Harry and it's a job none of his brothers have and therefore create the difference from them (and Harry) he craves. He'll be able to succeed in a way that's all his own.

Theodore Nott -

In Cursed Child, he is mentioned to have made Time-Turners and in the books, he is implied to be taking Ancient Runes or Arithmancy or both besides Care of Magical Creatures. I talked more about his character here, and I personally think his solitary nature + interest in advanced and complex magic makes him a good fit to be an Unspeakable. I mean, studying complex magic and making advancements in magical fields yet unheard of while not talking to anyone for days is just the kind of job Theo would love doing.

Also, if Hermione is an Unspeakable too, they could have a really interesting work dynamic that would start on the colder side (Hermione would talk to him when he doesn't want to be talked to), grow to mutual respect, and eventually friendship.

Luna Lovegood -

JKR stated: "Luna became a very famous wizarding naturalist who discovered and classified many new species of animals (though, alas, she never did find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack and had, finally, to accept that her father might have made that one up)."

And I like this idea quite a bit. I see her also continuing her father's work on the Quibbler on the side and the Quibbler would probably have a large "Magical Nature" section with her own discoveries and some of Neville's writing on Herbology along with other writers.

Blaise Zabini -

I have an ask about him which I'll get to eventually, but I see Blaise having a high-paying ministry job. I just, don't see him doing something super interesting, he'd want the wealth and the status with the least amount of work possible. Like, he'd probably want to go into the DMLE which is considered the most prestigious department, but I see him moving a lot in the ministry to suit his needs. like, he'd start at the Wizengamot Administration Services Office, move to the Obliviators Office for a bit before somehow ending up really high up at the Department of Magical Transportation as the head of the Portkey Office or something. He'd just move to wherever he can get a better position.

Ginny Weasley -

I actually like the canon of her becoming a professional Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies. I have no complaints about it, it suits her, she'd enjoy it, and she'd be good at it.

Neville Longbottom -

Like Ginny, I like Neville's canon future as Herbology professor and head of Gryffindor house. Also, I think Harry and Neville could have a greater friendship as two professors at Hogwarts and it could be fun. I think he'd be good with kids and a very caring teacher, not to mention a future famed Herbologist as I see him publishing a few books.

Draco Malfoy -

I know many headcanon Draco as a Healer, and while it's possible, I personally see him getting a ministry job. I don't know why but I see him in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Like, he is really good with charms and I think he could be great in a Spell Reversal Squad for a few years before rising in the ranks. I think it'll also be a chance for him to do something closer to the muggle world and cement his change, you know? I just kinda like this idea.

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Ripple Effect | Chapter 1

Word Count: 3.3K (I'm so sorry). Summary: When Cho Chang unexpectedly starts dating Harry Potter, a cascade of turmoil ignites, threatening to throw Y/N Selwyn’s life out of control. As Cho’s once-supportive nature fades, Y/N is forced to confront the dark secrets from her past that start resurfacing with alarming clarity. With darkness and ominous plans lurking in the shadows, Y/N unexpectedly rekindles old bonds of friendship and finds allies within Slytherin, including an enigmatic, aloof sixth-year, Theodore Nott.

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Y/N Selwyn knew Cho Chang like she knew the back of her hand. Her laughter was a melody that danced through the corridors of Hogwarts, brightening even the gloomiest of days. Once, that laughter was a soundtrack to their shared secrets and late-night conversations, echoing in the quiet corners of the library. But now, it seemed to echo in a different tune—one that revolved around Harry Potter, the annoyingly perfect Quidditch seeker whose mere presence made the air crackle with energy.

As the Hogwarts Expressed chugged along, Y/N Selwyn settled into the familiar compartment, her heart light with the hope of reconnecting with her friends. She had imagined this moment—a chance to catch up with Cho and Luna, to share stories and laughter that would wash away the worries of the past few weeks. But as she glanced at Cho, who sat entranced by Harry’s enthusiastic recounting of Quidditch matches from over the holidays, Y/N felt her hopes shatter like a crystal orb dropped from a great height, splintering into a million pieces.

Harry was in full form, his green eyes alight with excitement as he animatedly described a particularly thrilling game he’d attended. “And then there was this incredible save by the Keeper!” he exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly. “You should have seen it! It was brilliant! I can’t believe you missed it, Cho!”

Y/N could practically see the stars in Cho’s eyes as she leaned forward, hanging on every word. It was as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble. Y/N’s stomach churned with annoyance, not just at Harry but at herself for feeling so left out. Why did Quidditch have to be the center of Cho’s universe now? Moreover, why couldn’t she be like her friend, having Quidditch be the center of her universe?

Luna, seated beside Y/N, was blissfully unfazed, her dreamy expression indicating she was somewhere far removed from the conversation. She occasionally interjected with a curious thought or observation about a peculiar plant she had encountered, but it only added to Y/N’s sense of isolation. It felt like a cruel joke; what she had envisioned as a friendly reunion had turned into a Quidditch Fan club meeting, and she hadn’t even gotten the memo.

Just as Y/N was about to voice her frustration, the compartment door swung open, and Cormac McLaggen strolled in, his boisterous laugh revibrating off the walls. Y/N’s heart sank. Great. Harry’s best friend was there to join the party. “Hey, mate!” he called out, flinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders with an ease that made Y/N’s blood boil. “I heard you were chatting about Quidditch! What’s the latest gossip?” Y/N rolled her eyes, feeling the walls of the compartment close in around her. Cormac’s presence felt like an unwelcome intrusion, his loud personality clashing with her growing irritation. It was as if the universe conspired against her, forcing her to endure this Quidditch-centric conversation that she had no interest in. Did anyone even notice her discomfort? Had she read her tea leaves so wrong that morning, thinking she was going to have a great train ride back to Hogwarts? Or even worse, a great fifth-year?

“Harry,” Cho suddenly whispered, glancing at Y/N with concern. Y/N caught the worried look on her face, but it quickly faded as Cho leaned closer to Harry, her voice a mere murmur. Y/N strained to hear but only caught fragments of Cho’s words. Harry’s smirk deepened, and Y/N felt a spike of irritation as he shot a mischievous glance her way.

“Cormac!” Harry called, turning his attention to his friend, “What do you think about setting Y/N up with you? I mean, you could use a nice girl in your life.”

Cormac burst into laughter, clearly thinking Harry was pulling his leg, “What? Who’s Y/N?” He looked around as if expecting Y/N to pop out behind a curtain.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. If her grandfather, Bertram Selwyn, had not disowned her from her last name just before entering Hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to endure this mockery. Instead, she was just another face in the crowd, an outsider among her so-called friends. The weight of that realization settled heavily on her chest.

Just as she was about to defend herself and put Cormac in his place, the sweet old lady with the trolley appeared in the doorway, her cart laden with treats. Y/N’s mind fluttered for a moment, her mouth watered with the idea of a pumpkin pie, and her annoyance and irritation melted away as she stood up and approached the doorway. “I could really use a pumpkin pie right now,” she almost said in a sob, rummaging her pockets for the sac of coins. “Excuse me, dear,” the lady said, smiling warmly. “I’m afraid the last pumpkin pie just went to that redhead down the hall.” Y/N’s heart sank once more, a familiar weight settling in her chest as she leaned against the doorway of the compartment, her fingers curling around the frame. Through the glass, the rhythmic chugging of the train filled the air, punctuated by laughter and chatter echoing the corridors. “Is that…?” Y/N squinted, her pulse quickening as a flash of red hair caught her eye. Harry leaned closer; his curiosity piqued. He followed her gaze, his expression shifting from playful to intrigued, “The redhead?” he murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Ron Weasley,” Y/N confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper as if saying his name too loudly might shatter the moment. She watched, her heart racing, as Ron ambled down the aisle, oblivious to the attention he was attracting.

A smirk danced across Harry’s lips, and he leaned back against the wall, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Looks like he got lucky today,” he said casually, a hint of amusement threading through his tone.

“Lucky?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her stomach turning at the look of Harry’s face. Harry chuckled softly, glancing back at her before turning his attention to Ron again. “I should pay him a visit,” he added, his voice dropping with playful sarcasm. Stretching his arms, he started sauntering down the corridor towards the redhead, “Hey, Weasley!” he called out, plucking the pumpkin pie right out of Ron’s hand without a second thought.

“Harry!” Ron protested, his voice rising in exasperation as he attempted to snatch the pumpkin pie back. “What are you doing? That’s mine!”

Harry simply smirked, holding the pie aloft like a trophy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Relax, Weasley. It’s just a pie,” he said, feigning innocence. He turned to Y/N, pie still in hand, his grin widening like a cat that caught a mouse. “You’re welcome,” he said with mock sincerity, holding the pie out towards her. Y/N stared at him in disbelief, her heart racing with frustration. The way Harry toyed with Ron was infuriating; it was as if he took delight in making him squirm. “You can’t just take things from people!” she finally blurted, her voice sharper than intended, but Harry only laughed, dismissing her anger like a mere annoyance. “Come on, Y/N,” he coaxed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “It’s just a little pie. You’d make a much better use of it than Ron, anyway.” With a flick of his wrist, he shoved the pie closer to her, challenging her to take it. “Right, Ron? You wouldn’t want to deny Y/N a taste treat, would you?”

Ron’s face flushed crimson as he sputtered, “I—no! It’s not fair, Harry! I got it first!”

“Too bad, Weasley. You snooze, you lose,” Harry taunted, clearly reveling in the redhead’s embarrassment. With a swift motion, he turned back to Y/N, his expression a mix of arrogance and amusement. “Here, just take it. I’d hate to see you go hungry.” He thrust the pie directly into her hand as if it were a price.

Y/N felt the weight of the pie settle in her palms, but it felt heavy with humiliation rather than delight. She couldn’t believe Harry would stoop so low, bullying Ron just for a laugh. She wanted to throw it back at him, to call him out for his behavior, but her voice caught in her throat, stifled by a mix of anger and confusion.

As she wrestled with her frustration, her eyes caught Pansy’s eyes, which were briefly looking into hers, scanning for any sign of discomfort, distress, or… something more. For a fleeting moment, it felt like their old connection was surfacing, a whisper of the bond they had once shared. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment slipped away, and Pansy’s eyes hardened, becoming unreadable once more. The familiar warmth she had hoped for from Pansy felt like a distant memory. Y/N’s heart sank even further at that moment; the flicker of hope she had… extinguished, leaving only the oppressive weight of isolation. Pansy turned away, her indifference a sharp reminder of the chasm that had formed between them. It stung more than Y/N had anticipated, as they had stopped being friends such a long time ago. Without a second glance, Pansy walked past her, not even bothering to acknowledge Y/N’s existence.

Y/N stood frozen, the heaviness in her heart spreading as if to suffocate her.

Behind Pansy, Theodore Nott trailed, his face void of emotion. He stopped for a moment, his dead eyes landing on Y/N as though she were no more than a passing shadow. There was no warmth, no recognition, only a hollow stare. Y/N’s breath hitched, a knot forming in her throat. But Theodore’s gaze shifted, disinterest quickly washing over his features before he turned and continued the corridor behind Pansy, walking with quiet steps. As they moved farther away, Y/N could feel the weight of the stares around her. Heads poked out from the train compartments, students watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. They weren’t concerned with what had just happened; they simply wanted to witness the spectacle. Her embarrassment deepened, and heat crept up her neck, fueling her anger.

“Damn it,” Y/N muttered under her breath, biting back the flood of emotions rising within her. Before she had a chance to gather herself, a hand clamped down on her arm, yanking her harshly to the side. The grip was too firm, too forceful—it could only belong to one person. Clive Selwyn.

“H-Hey!” Y/N stammered quietly as she tried pulling away from Clive, her cousin.

Clive’s fingers dug painfully into her skin, and Y/N winced, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. She turned to face him, only to be met with the same disdain that seemed permanently etched on his face. His eyes, sharp and cold, flicked momentarily toward Pansy, who had stopped further down the hall but hadn’t bothered to look back. His sneer deepened with disgust as he glared in her direction.

Without a word, Clive dragged Y/N away, his grip tightening as if to remind her who was in control. Y/N’s mind raced, trying to keep up with everything happening at once—the embarrassment, the whispers, and the overwhelming sense of isolation. She tried to focus on anything but the stares, the whispers, the eyes that followed her every step. As they turned a corner, Y/N glanced back, hoping for… something. Pansy had stopped, her back still turned. But then, for a split second, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with Y/N’s. There, hidden beneath the practiced indifference, Y/N saw it—worry. It was brief, almost too quick to catch, but it was there. Concern flickered in Pansy’s gaze, just for a second, before she turned away, walking off with Theodore Nott at her side.

“Do you always have to handle me like a bloody Neanderthal?” Y/N snapped when Clive shoved her into an empty compartment, slamming the door shut behind him. The confined space only made Y/N’s anger and tears flood out. “What, too barbaric to ask me to walk on my own?” Clive ignored her jab, his piercing gaze locked on her, eyes blazing with impatience. “What happened back there? Why is everyone staring at you like you’re some kind of spectacle?” His voice was low, dangerously low.

Y/N crossed her arms defensively, trying to blink away her tears and push back the growing frustration. “Why does it matter? Since when you care about anything that isn’t about you?”

“It matters because although you go by the last name York at school, you’re still linked to the Selwyns,” Clive hissed, stepping closer, his presence towering over her, “and if you so much as bring shame to the family name—my family name—I’ll see it personally that you regret it. Am I clear?”

Y/N’s jaw clenched as she glared up at him, unwilling to back down. “I’m not doing anything to your precious family, Clive. Maybe if you didn’t drag me around like a puppet, people wouldn’t stare.” He scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. “You need to stay out of trouble, Y/N. You are usually so quiet and unproblematic. But now? Now I need to monitor you because of whatever this is? It’s an annoyance I don’t need.” He stepped even closer, his face inches from hers. “This is the last time I’m warning you.”

Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, but she refused to look away, her chin lifting defiantly. “I don’t need your warnings, Clive. Maybe you should worry about your own reputation for once,” she spat, her voice dripping with barely contained venom. Every interaction with him left her feeling raw, her words sharper than she intended, but she wasn’t going to let him bulldoze over her—not this time.

Clive’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he took another step closer. “My reputation?” he sneered, his voice low and biting. “I don’t have to worry about mine because, unlike you, I know how to behave. I don’t have to play the victim every time things get tough just so you can have my weak father and mother defend you.”

Y/N’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, the words hitting like a slap. Victim? She wanted to scream at him, wanted to tear down every cruel wall he’d built between them. Clive, her cousin, her family, should have been the one to protect her. Instead, he treated her like she was some burden—a constant reminder of everything wrong in her family. His words sliced through her, reopening wounds she’d been trying to ignore for years.

“Behave?” she repeated, her voice rising, trembling with frustration. “You think all of this is just about behaving?” Her breath came out in a shudder. “You don’t know the first thing about what I’ve been through, Clive. You don’t care! All you ever do is tell me I’m a constant disappointment, just like Grandfather—” Her voice caught, her throat tightening around the word. Clive’s eyes darken, a cold fury taking over his expression. “Don’t you dare mention him,” he hissed, stepping so close she could feel the heat of his anger. “You don’t get to talk about my family like that. You’re weak, Y/N. You’ve always been weak. Pathetic, even. You can’t do as you please and wait for my father to defend you, hoping he will be understanding and help you no matter what you do just because your mother died,” he laughed coldly, his eyes glinting with cruelty. “She died when you were eight years old. Get over it!”

The room seemed to tilt for a moment as his words hung in the air, slicing through her like ice. Y/N’s heart pounded in her ears, her body going rigid. Get over it? How could he say that—how could he say that about her mother? Her mother who had been her warmth in a life without her family’s support. Her mother, who gave her the happiest years of her early life before Bertram, her grandfather, had taken her away from the only life she had ever known after her mother’s passing?

“Don’t talk about her,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. Her chest tightened as grief and anger twister inside her like a vice. The pain was raw, fresh, as if she were still the little girl left in the shadow of her mother’s death, trying to understand why her world had fallen apart. She swallowed, her throat burning, but her anger surged, giving her the strength to raise her voice. “You have no idea what I have gone through… You had everything handed to you—your parents, Grandfather’s love and approval—everything.”

Clive let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Is that what you think? That I had it easy?” He shook his head, his face twisting with resentment. “I’ve had to live up to expectations you couldn’t even begin to understand. While you were running around playing the poor orphan, I was being molded into Grandfather’s little soldier.” His words stung, but it wasn’t enough to shut her down. Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides, trembling as she tried to hold onto her defiance. “You make it sound like I chose any of this—like I wanted to be alone, like I—” But she couldn’t finish, her breath catching as she tried to push through the rising storm of emotions.

“If your mother hadn’t died,” Clive continued, voice dropping to a cruel whisper, “I wouldn’t have had to. If only Valonia Selwyn hadn’t brought shame to this family by lying in bed with a married man—”

Y/N’s ears buzzed, the blood rushing to her head, drowning out the rest of Clive’s words. She could hardly think; the weight of his accusation hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. A married man? The implication felt like a noose tightening around her throat, and for a moment, all she could was stare at him, disbelief and anger swirling in her gut.

Before he could continue, the door to the compartment swung open, and Luna Lovegood appeared in the doorway, her dreamy expression completely unfazed by the tension in the air. “Oh, Y/N!” Luna exclaimed, her eyes widening as she noticed the tear-streaked remnants on Y/N’s cheeks. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a Boggart!” Y/N quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just a little—um—plant incident. Some kid down the hall had this awful scent, and I started sobbing,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Clive, sensing the shift, stepped in, adopting a charming demeanour as he flashed a reassuring smile at Luna. “I found her looking a bit lost,” he said smoothly, his tone dripping with faux concern. “I thought I’d help her out. Just being a good prefect, you know?” Luna’s expression brightened. “That’s so nice of you!” she chirped, seemingly oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room. “What kind of plant was it, Y/N? I wonder if it was a Spiteful Snare. They’re known to cause emotional reactions in sensitive people! Or perhaps a Flusterbloom? I’ve heard they can—” Y/N seized the opportunity, eager to change the subject and escape the compartment with Clive still hovering nearby. “Yeah, I think it might have been!” she said, starting to inch towards the door while holding Luna by the shoulders. “Come on, Luna, let’s go find Cho and change into our robes.” As they stepped out of the compartment, Y/N cast one last glance back at Clive, who was now watching them with an amused expression, the façade of charm still firmly in place. She could feel the tension lingering in her chest but pushed it aside, focusing instead on the comfort of Luna’s company as they made their way down the train.

I really hope you guys enjoy it ~♡ See you next time! -xoxo Mai.

[thecaressofkeres]

GOBLET OF SHADOWS

@mkmgwrites

• Work in Progress + Uploads every 3-4 months

• Dark fic: TW but also funny

• If you liked Secrets and Masks and Manacled, you'll love this

• Tropes: enemies to lovers, forced closeness, slow burn, healing from trauma, Voldemort won the war AU, imprisoned Hermoine

•Features

+Dark, badass, powerful AF, vengeful Hermoine

+Deatheater Daddy Draco, legilimens, occlumens, high ranking, powerful af

+Funny and adorable and lovable Theo Nott

+Smart and manipulative Astoria who's besties with Draco and Pansy

+ Darryl the Dementor who's besties with Hermoine and we love him (has a whole ass fan club, now)

+ Volde boi creates hunger games type situation for surviving Order members

+ Blood magic, lots of complex Easter eggs, will make you shit yourself with millions of theories on wtf is going on

+ Goddess Hecate 👀

• Join our fic community for Goblet of Shadows and other works! MKMG will be giving us early access to her chapter drops on this discord.

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[crimeofacentury]

coming sooonnn

Harry Potter

Theo nott — you’ll do it for him.. won’t you?..

Glee

Quinn Fabray — it’s just practice for the duet…

Challengers (no ones surprised)

Art Donaldson — you’re toxic I’m slipping under.. (two versions of this)

Tashi Duncan — you’re not apart of my fan club?

DC

Connor Kent — of course you had to be a Wayne…

HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair — cmon, the Capitol will love it…

[stregh]

A Ella Fitzgerald non era permesso di esibirsi nel club più famoso di Hollywood, "il Mocambo", perché era una donna, nera e piuttosto in carne. Marilyn Monroe, sua grande fan, chiamò il proprietario e gli spiegò che se avesse scritturato Ella, lei sarebbe stata lì ogni sera, il che garantiva un'enorme copertura stampa al locale. Il proprietario scritturò Ella e Marilyn fu lì, seduta in prima fila, ogni singola notte come promesso. Ella raccontò: "Dopo questo, non ho mai più dovuto suonare in un piccolo jazz club. Marilyn era una donna insolita, un po 'in anticipo sui tempi, e non lo sapeva nemmeno."

Le donne vere sostengono le altre donne. I grandi artisti sostengono i grandi artisti, ma soprattutto gli esseri umani veri sostengono gli altri esseri umani.

[dhr-ao3]

Beaters and Healers

Beaters and Healers https://ift.tt/iuEje9v by MissCera She was never a fan of Quidditch. She thought it was a mindless, dangerous game, and anyone who played it was off their rocker. All she wanted to do was finish her last year of residency at St. Mungo’s, but fate, the salty bitch, had different plans for her. OR How Hermione Granger became the team Healer for the Falmouth Falcons and was reunited with Draco Malfoy and his Quidditch thighs. Words: 6027, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Original Characters, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Narcissa Black Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Healer Hermione Granger, Healer Theodore Nott, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Ron Weasley, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Auror Blaise Zabini, Auror Pansy Parkinson, Falmouth Falcons Quidditch Team, Tall Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Theodore Nott, BAMF Pansy Parkinson, Minor Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Fluff and Smut, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Horny Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley Friendship, Matchmaker Pansy Parkinson, Matchmaker Ginny Weasley, Matchmaker Theodore Nott, Quidditch Smut, Mile High Club, But with a broom, No Beta via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Wo1t3mX December 07, 2024 at 12:58AM

[goggles-mcgee]

Out of all of the main, secondary and background character's thoughts and feelings on PFO there is one you haven't mentioned yet.

The most logical of the main cast.

The one who is said to be "The Brightest Witch of Her Age".

The one, the only Hermione Granger.

Oh man Hermione at first tried to reason with Harry, because honestly his idea was so silly it couldn't possibly be true but then Snape's reactions made her pause. Now it could have been he was just thrown off by her best friend's question but the reaction was bigger than she expected. She didn't want to just believe in something, something an adult, her Professor, so adamantly denied but so many things followed after that somehow proved the opposite.

For a long time she didn't do much other than observe and make notes on everything she witnessed because she needed more evidence. She does become convinced that Snape and James Potter were bitter ex's and is so baffled that he would lie that it kind of shakes her perspective of adults and authority figures. She doesn't take what they say at face value and does more research. Honestly this whole thing was actually a blessing for her development. She didn't just have a blind faith in adults and authority figures anymore and that was slowly bleeding its way into her view of books as well.

Because if adults lied for no reason, and as she began to find out for nefarious reasons, then maybe books could be biased too???? This becomes more of a stable idea and thing she believes after 4th year and the whole Rita Skeeter nonsense.

She is a secret fan of all the drama but is the not so secret co-writer of The Potter Family Opera Bulletin. She works with the Patil Twins and once Luna gets involved in everything she joins the writers circle. They end up actually making a student staff for this and to the surprise of the students but not everyone else, they start getting subscriptions outside the castle and even start making money from it.

They all agree that the issue will be free for students and teachers. Hermione, Theo Nott and Padma were the ones to somehow charm the papers from being copied or sent out of the castle once they were in the hands of students or staff as they thought it would be unfair and bad business if the complimentary papers they gave to their fellow students were sent to family members without said family members having to pay for a subscription.

Surprisingly it was Padma who brought up the issue and Theo who pushed for them to do aomething so they didn't lose money as they (the students) used the money to make Hogwarts more homey. Money got donated towards making clubs, buying better brooms, guest speakers, more books for the library! (All things Albus said they didn't have the budget for.)

Because they do such a great job of relaying any PFO news out to people they end up making a Hogwarts Herald. A school paper by the students for the students. It included studying tips, a charm of the day, advertisements for clubs, latest gossip, just any news they think is important or entertaining!

Hermione thrives!

At this point she does believe the original rumor and a good chunk of info that follows but overall even if it wasn't true she would never say anything because this has done the school a world of good and she made a ton of friends!

Plus she finds it amusing when she hears the latest gossip of how many people have crushes on Harry and makes sure to tell him about them before an issue of the HH hits the stands.

And look...at first she thought Cedric and Harry could be cute. Ron was adamant about it....but then she found out Theo maybe had an interest in Harry and maybe she gives him encouragement and advice ut she does so in a way to not make it obvious. She just drops hints on what Harry's favorite treats were, maybe drop he was looking at something in the shops in Hogsmead. And let's just say she's not surprised when Harry gets a secret admirer who sends him all those things.

[principessa-6]

A Ella Fitzgerald non era permesso di esibirsi nel club più famoso di Hollywood, "il Mocambo", perché era una donna, nera e piuttosto in carne.

Marilyn Monroe, sua grande fan, chiamò il proprietario e gli spiegò che se avesse scritturato Ella, lei sarebbe stata lì ogni sera, il che garantiva un'enorme copertura stampa al locale.

Il proprietario scritturò Ella e Marilyn fu lì, seduta in prima fila, ogni singola notte come promesso. Ella raccontò: "Dopo questo, non ho mai più dovuto suonare in un piccolo jazz club.

Marilyn era una donna insolita,

un pò in anticipo sui tempi, e non lo sapeva nemmeno.

Le donne vere sostengono le altre donne.

I grandi artisti sostengono i grandi artisti,

ma sopratutto gli esseri umani VERI sostengono gli altri esseri umani...

- MonolituM

[siciliatv]

Pub Catania e luoghi della movida: i più amati

Scopri i migliori pub Catania per vivere la vera movida catanese, tra atmosfere uniche, birre artigianali e ottimo cibo. Se sei in vacanza in città e stai cercando i migliori pub Catania, devi sapere che ogni angolo del centro storico si anima al calar del sole, offrendo un’esperienza unica per chiunque voglia vivere la movida della città. È qui che troverai numerosi pub che mescolano tradizione e modernità. Dalla Piazza Teatro Massimo fino a Via Etnea, c’è solo l’imbarazzo della scelta. La sera, questo angolo di Catania diventa il punto di riferimento per chi vuole rilassarsi dopo una giornata di gite turistiche o lavoro. Pub Catania: i 7 più consigliati Che tu sia un fan della birra artigianale, del vino siciliano o dei cocktail elaborati, i pub di Catania sapranno conquistarti con atmosfere rilassate e autentiche. Tra locali dall’arredamento vintage e terrazze all’aperto, ecco alcuni dei pub più amati dove trascorrere una serata all’insegna del buon bere e, naturalmente, del buon cibo.   1. Ostello Catania: A Putìa dell’Ostello A Putìa dell’Ostello è uno dei pub più particolari e cosmopoliti di Catania. Questo locale offre una combinazione unica di storia e modernità: la sala da pranzo si trova all’interno di una grotta lavica, formatasi durante l’eruzione dell’Etna nel 1669, mentre il fiume Amenano scorre silenziosamente sotto il locale. Immerso tra il Mercato Storico del pesce e Piazza Duomo, A Putìa dell’Ostello è un punto di riferimento sia per i catanesi che per i turisti. Il menù non è quello tipico da pub ma ci sono moltissime opzioni. Un luogo magico dove cenare e bere, perfetto per chi desidera immergersi nella storia e nella vivace movida catanese. 📍 Piazza Currò, 3 – Catania CT   2. Fab Catania Se ami abbinare il buon cibo ai drink, il Fab Catania è il posto giusto. Situato in Via Umberto, questo locale è noto per i suoi piatti creativi che combinano tradizione e innovazione. Che tu stia cercando una pizza gustosa o un cocktail rinfrescante, il Fab saprà come deliziare il tuo palato. L’ambiente moderno e raffinato lo rende una scelta perfetta per una serata rilassante in centro città. 📍Via umberto 47 – Catania CT   3. Mosaik pub Catania Se sei un amante delle birre artigianali, Mosaik è il tuo paradiso. Situato in Via Musumeci, questo pub è rinomato per la sua ampia selezione di birre di qualità, sia alla spina che in bottiglia. Oltre alle birre, il nuovo menù offre prodotti d’eccellenza del territorio, perfetti per una serata all’insegna del gusto e del relax. 📍 Via Musumeci, 60 Catania CT   4. Vermut Vicino a Piazza Carlo Alberto, Vermut è un locale che sfugge a qualsiasi definizione. Specializzato in vermut, salumi e formaggi, questo pub-salumeria è perfetto per chi vuole assaporare prodotti di alta qualità, anche a tarda notte. Che tu scelga di sederti all’aperto o di sorseggiare un bicchiere in piedi, Vermut è un must della movida catanese, amato sia dai locali che dai turisti. 📍Via Gemmellaro, 39- 35 Catania CT   5. Razmataz Catania wine bar e pub Il Razmataz più che un pub è un wine bar dal fascino retrò, ma te lo consigliamo perché è una delle tappe più amate della movida catanese. Questo locale è perfetto per chi ama sorseggiare un buon calice di vino in un’atmosfera rilassata e sofisticata. I tavolini all’aperto lo rendono un luogo ideale per trascorrere una serata tranquilla, magari accompagnata da un tagliere di salumi e formaggi locali. Il Razmataz è un punto di ritrovo molto amato. 📍 Via Montesano, 17/19 Catania CT   6. Teapot Catania Per chi desidera un’atmosfera più tranquilla e intima, Teapot Catania è una piccola oasi dal sapore inglese. Situato in Viale della Libertà, questo locale è perfetto per chi ama tè e dolci, ma offre anche un’ottima selezione di piatti salati come insalate e club sandwich. Ideale per chi cerca un’esperienza più calma, lontana dal caos della movida tradizionale. 📍 Viale della Libertà, 184 Catania CT   7. Boheme Pub Catania Per una serata all’insegna della musica e del buon bere, Boheme è una tappa obbligatoria. Situato in una posizione centrale, questo pub è noto per le sue serate live e la sua offerta di drink. Che tu preferisca birre artigianali o cocktail elaborati, qui troverai l’atmosfera giusta per una serata divertente in compagnia. Probabilmente i migliori cocktail di tutta Catania. 📍Via Montesano, 27/29 Catania CT   Pub Catania e movida: atmosfera, drink e cibo Catania offre una grande varietà di pub che si distinguono non solo per i loro drink, ma anche per le atmosfere uniche. Molti pub propongono eventi tematici, serate a tema e musica live, rendendo ogni visita un’esperienza diversa. Potrai degustare birre artigianali siciliane, famose per la loro alta qualità, o optare per cocktail preparati con maestria, magari da sorseggiare in una terrazza con vista sull’Etna o sulle pittoresche vie del centro. Oltre ai drink, una delle sorprese più piacevoli nei pub Catania è l’offerta gastronomica. Molti locali propongono piatti tipici siciliani e finger food perfetti per accompagnare una serata tra amici. Ecco cosa non puoi perderti: - Burger e panini: panini con hamburger spesso realizzati con carni dell’Etna particolari. Molti pub offrono anche salumi e formaggi locali che arricchiscono i panini e salse di produzione artigianale. - Bruschette siciliane: servite con ingredienti freschi e saporiti come pomodori di Pachino, acciughe, capperi e ricotta salata. - Taglieri di salumi e formaggi locali: una selezione di pecorino, salame e prodotti tipici della zona che esaltano i sapori della Sicilia. - Frittura di pesce: calamari e gamberi fritti, leggeri e croccanti, per chi non mangia carne o se si vuole provare un “fish and chips” ma siciliano! Devi accompagnare i piatti tradizionali con birre artigianali locali o con un buon calice di vino siciliano. Queste sono solo alcuni dei piatti che si possono assaggiare nella maggior parte dei pub di Catania, ognuno ha poi le sue specialità.   Catania ti aspetta! Per il weekend o per un breve o lungo, se non sai dove dormire nel centro di Catania e cerchi qualcosa di centrale e funzionale, ci sono diverse soluzioni, tra B&B, Hotel e Casa Vacanze che potrebbero fare al caso tuo. Ti consigliamo di pensare sempre alla soluzione ideale per le tue vacanze di famiglia o con amici in tranquillità e comodità magari in un punto strategico della città, vicino ai luoghi più iconici e alle maggiori attrazioni. Read the full article

[moonpascaltoo]

theodore nott

MASTERLIST • SLYTHERIN BOYS • 11/29/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

theodore nott one

𑣲 voodoo doll I @moonpascal

theo can’t get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him.

𑣲 you’re the closest to heaven i’ll ever be I @amiableness

Reader is getting hit on and Theo is not a fan.

𑣲 only me I @/amiableness

Desperate to get a persistent girl off his back, Enzo and reader kiss. But when the kiss unexpectedly turns heated, Theo loses it.

𑣲 peonies part 2 part 3 I @/amiableness

Reader is devastated when Mattheo gets a girlfriend and asks Theo to help her get over him.

𑣲 withdrawal I @writingsbychlo

theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn’t realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.

𑣲 through the wringer I @dramaticals

theo tries to get your attention by spoiling you with gifts. you pretend not to notice the shift just to mess with him.

𑣲 untimely revelations I @/dramaticals

you and theo are at a slug club party and theo has an unfortunate revelation (he likes you).

𑣲 daisy chains I @/dramaticals

daisy chains mean a lot to you, and theo makes you one to tell you how he feels.

𑣲 jealously’s game I @raekensluver

plotting to make your ex jealous at a party, you pick the last person anyone could expect.

𑣲 stalker!theo I @nottsangel

𑣲 drug dealer!theo I @/nottsangel

𑣲 cockwarming!theo I @/nottsangel

𑣲 that’s what i said I @slytherinslut0

your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it

𑣲 size kink I @/slytherinslut0

there’s a rumor going around that theodore nott has a big dick….why not see it for yourself?

𑣲 lonely I @evergone

The reader has no friends until destiny (in the form of a boy named Theodore Nott) does everything to make her feel like she belongs.

𑣲 devil eyes I @theostrophywife

𑣲 theo surprises you in the prefect bathroom I @motherearthlovesus

𑣲 buried in books I @strangled-slytherin

Theo finds you asleep on your books in the library after a long night of studying and insists on taking care of you.

𑣲 whoopsie I @bunny-1111

You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend Theo really hates to see you hurt.

𑣲 thin ice I @mommynott

Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You can’t help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.

[tarditardi]

Ad agosto tutti a Milano Marittima

Ad agosto 2024, Papeete Beach e Villapapeete, spiaggia d'eccellenza e giardino musicale notturno simbolo del divertimento a Milano Marittima (RA), portano sul palco artisti di livello assoluto, amati dal pubblico di tutto il mondo.

Sunset Ritual, Beach Party, Dinner Show, spettacoli mozzafiato: la proposta di Papeete Beach e Villapapeete, se possibile, nel mese più caldo dell'anno, cresce ancora. Sul palco vanno infatti artisti come Cedric Gervais, Jimmy Sax, Damante e si sentirà forte il ritmo VidaLoca... Ma andiamo con ordine, raccontando il programma dei party dal 3 al 17 agosto.

Sabato 3 agostoal Papeete Beach  suona il francese Cedric Gervais, top dj ed artista simbolo della scena musicale dance internazionale. I suoi show sono molto amati dal pubblico internazionale, soprattutto quello statunitense. Per questo spesso si esibisce tra Capri e la Costa Smeralda, località molto amate dagli americani, che senz'altro seguiranno l'artista anche a Milano Marittima. Stretto collaboratore di David Guetta, Cedric Gervais è originario di Marsiglia. Appena 14enne era già resident al Papa Gaio di St. Tropez. Oggi, fa scatenare Ibiza e tutto il mondo, con hit come la sua versione di "Summertime Sadness" di Lana del Rey. 

Sabato 10 agosto, per San Lorenzo, la notte delle stelle,  ancora al Papeete Beach, va in scena un altro artista internazionale, Jimmy Sax. E' probabilmente il saxofonista più celebre al mondo.  Performer di livello internazionale, ha collezionato ben 1500 show in tutto il pianeta e diviso il palco addirittura con artisti come Earth Wind and Fire e, ancora, David Guetta. Quando Jimmy Sax è sul palco, nei top club e nei teatri di tutto il mondo, stare fermi e non emozionarsi è semplicemente impossibile. 

Ed eccoci a Villapapeete, che mercoledì 14 agosto propone come da tradizione VidaLoca. E' un party italiano dal sound internazionale sospeso tra pop e urban che fa scatenare da tempo tutto il Mediterraneo. 

Giovedì 15 agosto al Papeete Beach si vive poi il Ferragosto più iconico della Riviera e non solo. E' The Event, un doppio party tutto da vivere al ritmo di dj, vocalist e performer scatenati:  Si balla con i piedi nella sabbia sia nel pomeriggio sia di notte,  dalle 22:30 fino alle 3:30. 

Infine, sabato 17 agosto, a Villapapeete ecco Damante, top dj italiano ormai attivo con costanza a livello internazionale. Oggi infatti Damante, che è uno degli artisti simbolo del sound della spiaggia di riferimento a MiMa, spesso fa scatenare top club internazionali come l'Amnesia di Ibiza e  lo Zouk di Las Vegas. 2.5 milioni di follower su Instagram, non è certo soltanto un celebrity dj. Ha all'attivo successi assoluti, come il recente singolo "TWO-C". 

Le chiamate alle infoline di Papeete Beach e Villapapeete già si susseguono, così come le richieste sui canali social. Grazie ad eventi di questo livello, Milano Marittima, una località già conosciuta per il turismo di qualità, è infatti al centro della scena musicale, per il pubblico italiano ma anche per quello internazionale.

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Papeete Beach, Villapapeete: two brands, one soul   

Papeete mette insieme, a Milano Marittima (RA), la celeberrima spiaggia Papeete Beach e Villapapeete, location open - air serale e notturna aperta solo il sabato notte. Da oltre vent'anni Papeete è un punto di riferimento per chi cerca il massimo in stile pop: sole, relax in spiaggia, beach party, sunset ritual... e più tardi dinner show e notti in una location unica. Oltre che un vero e proprio fenomeno di costume, celebrato dai media e amato dai fan, Papeete è una realtà fatta di attenzione al servizio e ad ogni dettaglio della sua proposta. 

Papeete Beach

terza traversa 281, Milano Marittima, Italy

Villapapeete

Via Argine destro Savio,15 Savio di Ravenna Milano Marittima

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Da Achille Lauro a Guè Pequeno la Festa è a Roma. Cinecittà World si prepara ad accogliere il 2024 con dieci feste in una location: un’esplosione di divertimento e musica senza eguali.  Domenica 31 dicembre il Parco tematico del Cinema e della TV di Roma si trasforma in un grande villaggio del divertimento con la festa di Capodanno a tema più grande e travolgente d’Italia, dalle ore 18.00 fino alle 6.00 del mattino: quaranta attrazioni, otto cene, cenoni e cene spettacolo, sei spettacoli dal vivo, dieci stages musicali, grandi artisti e guest stars. Musica protagonista: ad accendere l’ultima notte dell’anno sarà Achille Lauro. Il cantautore, accompagnato dalla sua band, infiammerà l’atmosfera con le sue hit più famose, tra effetti speciali e giochi di luce. Riflettori puntati anche sul super party reggaeton, hip pop e rnb con il dj set di Guè Pequeno feat TY1. Per gli amanti degli anni Novanta ci penserà “The Time Machine 90's to 2000”, per ballare al ritmo di Rhythm of the Night. Special guests della serata Corona, Ice MC e Gigi L'Altro: un viaggio negli anni d'oro della musica dance. E ancora la Fandom Night, la notte a tema più famosa d'Italia dedicata ai fan con la One Direction Night e la Glee Night, ispirati alla band britannica e alla pluripremiata serie TV americana. Per chi ama la Techno ci sarà la maratona Tech House con Nic Fanciulli, Sasha Carassi e altri. Nello stage Fiesta Latina ci si scatenerà nei balli di coppia e di gruppo, mentre la Cinecittà Street diventerà una grande macchina dei ricordi con il Revival dagli anni Sessanta ad oggi.  L’offerta di cene proporrà esperienze culinarie e musicali uniche: dalla veloce Cinecena, per chi non vuole perdersi un minuto di divertimento, alle cene servite nel Ristorante Roma e Saloon, al cenone a tema nel Charleston Club, o alle due cene spettacolo una con Pago e l’altra con l’Orchestra Red’s Band, per un Capodanno tutto da cantare. La notte di Capodanno sarà un mix esplosivo di divertimento anche per i più piccoli, che potranno sognare con Christmas On Ice, il grande show internazionale di pattinaggio sul ghiaccio: un’ora di pura magia ed oltre cinquanta artisti, che si esibiranno sulle più amate musiche di Natale. Fra il Giocarena, il “Regno del Ghiaccio” - per un Capodanno sulla neve - e le attrazioni per bambini, sarà una festa per tutta la famiglia che culminerà con il Capodanno in Piazza sulla Cinecittà Street ed il tradizionale spettacolo pirotecnico dei fuochi d’artificio, che allo scoccare della mezzanotte illumineranno la notte di luci e colori. «La formula magica di Capodanno a Cinecittà World, che ci ha permesso in pochi anni - al netto dei raduni di piazza - di diventare la festa più grande ed importante d’Italia, con oltre quindicimila persone e quattromila cene servite, è quella di avere un’offerta talmente ricca e variegata da mettere d’accordo generazioni diverse», spiega Stefano Cigarini, Amministratore Delegato di Cinecittà World. «Famiglie, ragazzi, bambini e adulti: tutti possono vivere il proprio capodanno ideale, divertendosi in totale sicurezza». Per chi vuole evitare di guidare, il parco metterà a disposizione un servizio di navette da Roma attivo fin dalle ore 17.00, e poi fino alle 6.00 del mattino. Domenica 7 gennaio 2024, con la Befana, terminerà la stagione 2023, ma una grande novità in è già arrivo per il 2024.  www.cinecittaword.it