#florence's boyfriend

[enbysiriusblack]

Full explanation of your caradoc/emmeline/hufflepuff centric friend group when

started out from me saying how the marauders would not have been the popular group (james would be popular and well-liked, sirius popular but less liked, and remus and peter only known through their friendship with james and sirius). but as a group, they're too ostracising/exlusionary towards others

so the actual popular group is made up predominantly of the hufflepuffs in the marauders year (with a few people from others houses). it includes caradoc, edgar, hestia, benjy, emmeline, amos, florence, florence's boyfriend, davey (mary sometimes hangs out with them, and james gets on with them all very well, but prefers hanging out with the marauders)

most of them are y'know. your classic popular people (at least on the surface)

caradoc is hufflepuff chaser and captain, cloested gay. best friends with edgar, hestia, and benjy. acts like he's in charge of the group

edgar is hufflepuff beater, straight. best friends with caradoc, hestia and amos. thinks of sirius as his rival in wooing girls (he has terrible gaydar)

hestia is hufflepuff chaser, straight. best friends with edgar, caradoc, and amos. joined the group when befriending the hufflepuff boys just after the sorting

benjy is ravenclaw seeker, gay. best friends with caradoc. became part of the group when partnering up with caradoc in potions in first year and instantly becoming close

emmeline is gryffindor, lesbian. best friends with mary and florence. became part of the group from her general socialness and wanting to find more friends other than mary in first year (especially with mary dividing her tine with marlene)

amos is hufflepuff keeper, straight. best friends with edgar and hestia. smartest of the group, but mostly cause he works the hardest

florence is ravenclaw. best friends with emmeline. part of the group mostly cause of emmeline but also after befriending benjy in class in first year

florence's boyfriend is ravenclaw keeper. best friends with florence. is friends with the others but mostly follows florence around (HE is the golden retriever boyfriend)

davey is slytherin in the year below the others. doesn't really have a best friend. hangs out with the group because his roommates don't like him and the group thinks he's funny

(bertram aubrey was previously in this group, but I've changed my mind. i now think he was a very obnoxious nerd, always boasting about his intellect and correcting people (hence james and sirius' prank on him.. although bit hypocritical on their part)

[until-mourning]

[noturlondonboy]

Hey Florence hey hey uh hey so I um wow haha that’s crazy I *explodes*

[didhewinkback]

often thinking about how all harrys incel character in dwd wanted was to be a british businessman who goes down on his wife. like babe u can do that without holding her against her will? just get a 9-5????

it truly cracks me up like what incel is like ugh alll i want to do is please my wife sexually. i just need time, a middling office job and a nice haircut

[aleepime]

Everything I've drawn for art fight thus far <3 Partner attacks

Julius, Ashe and Doodle-bug belong to @opti-mistic

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

christian from midsommar is the worst boyfriend yes but like 90% of girls I know ARE DATING OR MARRIED TO A GUY LIKE HIM lol that's the sad part

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

oh Ficino, I love your approach to salvation by looking at beautiful men.

fellas, is it gay to find salvation through the beauty of another man?

[hotchfiles]

now I need destination wedding with Hotch

or at the VERY LEAST marriage proposal at your DREAM vacation country

[enbysiriusblack]

i'm growing invested in your popular marauder era group. tell us more!

thank you!!

okay so. the group is basically the hufflepuffs; caradoc dearborn, edgar bones, amos diggory, hestia jones, and the ravenclaws; benjy fenwick, florence and her boyfriend, and bertram aubrey. emmeline vance (gryff) hangs out with them a lot, as well as davey gudgeon (slyth). mary and james sometimes hang out with them, getting on with them and mary being close to emmeline, but isn't really part of the friendgroup since they hang out with others more.

most of them are straight, athletic, okay in classes but puts socialising above academics. your standard popular people (at least when i was in school). caradoc and benjy are in love but caradoc would never want to be openly gay or in a long term relationship with a guy so they mostly try to ignore their feelings (benjy less so). they're literally like cedric's friend group? like that small scene we get of them, just lounging around, subtly making fun of harry.

davey is regulus and evan's roommate but he's like the himbo people make james into. very bubbly, social, happy, a little dumb. regulus hates him. davey does not realise that.

I've talked about emmeline a lot, and why she hangs out with other people rather than being in mary/lily/marlene's friend group (there is no drama/hate, its just who she grew closer to in first year). but shew does split her time between this group, her roommates, and sybill & pandora

bertram aubrey i do not have much hc for. he's just There. your standard guy. had a crush on mary for a while, was her first date. she did not want another.

florence is an icon. she is narcissa without the family trauma and lesbianism. close friends with emmeline, goes to all her band's gigs. wanted to be a healer. her boyfriend is literally ken.

benjy fenwick is very gay. dated peter for a bit. made out with sirius a few times. is deeply in love with caradoc. seeker on ravenclaw quidditch team. secretly listens to the beatles.

hestia is a year above the marauders but hangs out with people in the year below (like dorcas). dated edgar for a while. the cool, popular girl. would be accused of being a 'pick me' in todays society.

amos diggory. the nerd. purely because he's the smartest and tries the most in class, he's really not that nerdy. is keeper on hufflepuff quidditch team and was a prefect.

edgar was chaser on hufflepuff quidditch team. rugby lad vibes. wanted to be an auror but didn't get the grades so he joined the order, not having a backup plan. from liverpool, bonds with james over that.

caradoc is very closeted and has no desire of changing that. deeply in love with benjy. middle class. catholic. chaser on hufflepuff quidditch team and was captain.

[noturlondonboy]

IT GOT BETTER WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!??????

[phantomqueen]

i admit i actually like the one t*ylor song with florence on it. because it basically becomes a florence song

[whumpdoyoumean]

If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

[goodluckbabe2024]

tmi

[beedreamscape]

Now, this isn’t to say I think TTPD is bad. If anything, it’s kind of the opposite. It has the potential to be good… in a universe where Lana Del Rey made The Tortured Poets Department.

Took the words out of my mouth

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

I love this letter so much. It cracks me up.

“I love you, you are my everything, I will tell the world that you are my everything, please write me more letters, also you’re thirty now and death is coming! Live accordingly!”

[ahqkas]

♯ JEALOU$Y ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before (based off this req.!!)

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, jealous + italian theo, translation of foreign language + lmk !

WORD COUNT! 1.3k

NOTES! he’s so fine when he’s jealous❕

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THEODORE NOTT WAS FAR FROM HAVING A SHORT TEMPER (UNLIKE HIS BEST FRIEND) BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN HE WAS NECESSARILY CARELESS. Sometimes, jealousy wrapped around his heart like the snake representing his house, squeezing and picking at the muscle, giving it wounds for blood to shed from.

And every time he tried to push those feelings aside, they came back even stronger than before in a crashing wave full of raw emotion. He felt like a puppet on a string that was pulled tight by the cruel hands of jealousy. His actions were no longer his own.

The summer sun bathed the picturesque streets of Florence in a warm, golden glow, casting a honeyed hue over the ancient city. Cobblestone pathways, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stretched along the bustling streets. Each turn revealed a new delight: charming cafés with wrought-iron tables spilling onto the sidewalks, historic landmarks standing as silent reminders of the past, and vibrant marketplaces bursting with life and color. The air was rich with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of aged stone and the tantalizing whiff of fresh espresso. The fragrance was an intoxicating blend, making every breath feel like a taste of paradise. The sounds of Florence added to the sensory feast: the melodic chatter of locals and tourists, the clinking of glasses and cutlery from the outdoor restaurants, and the distant strains of street musicians playing heavenly tunes on their violins and accordions.

Florence, in the embrace of summer, was absolutely beautiful. It was a place where history and romance intertwined, where every corner held a new discovery, and every moment was a celebration of the beauty of life. The city's magic lay not just in its landmarks, but in the way it made you feel — alive, enchanted, and eternally in love with the world around you.

You walked hand in hand with Theodore, your fingers intertwined in one as you explored the enchanting city. This vacation had been his idea, a chance for the two of you to escape the pressures of Hogwarts and immerse yourselves in the beauty and romance of Italy. Theo's Italian heritage made the trip even more special; he was eager to show you the places that held a special place in his heart.

As you wandered through a bustling street, you paused to admire a street artist's breathtaking paintings. The vibrant colors and detailed brushstrokes captured the scenery of Florence in ways that made the city's beauty stand out even more, and you found yourself lost in the artwork. Theo had stepped away momentarily to get you both something to eat from a nearby stand, leaving you alone but content. The hum of the city buzzed around you, voices of people blending with the occasional strum of a guitar.

While you were engrossed in the art, a group of local boys approached, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They were handsome and confident, their flirtatious smiles and easy charm unmistakable. One of them, with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin, stepped forward, clearly intent on catching your attention. His eyes sparkled with interest as he gestured towards you.

"Sei molto bella." ("You are very beautiful.")

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Although you had picked up a few phrases during your time with Theo, your grasp of the language was far from fluent. You understood enough to know that he was complimenting you, but the exact words of meaning escaped you.

Before you could respond, another boy joined in, his tone equally playful. "Vuoi venire a fare una passeggiata con noi?" ("Do you want to go for a walk with us?")

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, both from the unexpected attention and your inability to respond. Your eyes darted around, hoping to spot your boyfriend. You were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unsure how to extricate yourself from the situation.

Just as you were about to attempt a polite but awkward decline, you heard Theo's voice, sharp and commanding. "Ehi, lasciatela in pace!" ("Hey, leave her alone!")

The transformation in him was startling. Theo, usually so calm and composed, had a fierce intensity in his eyes. He stepped between you and the group of boys, his posture protective, his expression a stormy mix of anger and determination. The easygoing demeanor he often sported was replaced by a fierce warning.

His broad shoulders squared, blocking the boys' view of you completely, creating a barrier that was both physical and emotional. The bright warmth of the sun seemed to dim in comparison to the fire that burned in Theo's gaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the gentle, sweet boyfriend you knew into a guardian ready to defend the owner of his heart and soul.

The boys, who had moments ago been brimming with confidence, raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Calmati, amico. Non volevamo causare problemi," one of them said, trying to diffuse the situation. ("Calm down, friend. We didn't want to cause trouble.")

But Theo wasn't having any of it. Each word was a blade of a dagger, cutting through the casual flirtation of the boys, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. "Non vedete che non è interessata? Andatevene prima che mi arrabbi davvero." ("Can't you see she's not interested? Walk away before I really get angry."). His voice was low and menacing as he continued in rapid Italian, his words too fast for you to catch but clearly effective in making the boys rethink their approach. They muttered a few apologies before scurrying away, casting wary glances over their shoulders.

Theo turned to you, his eyes softening instantly as he took in your bewildered expression. The fierce protector you had just witnessed melted away, replaced by your sweet boy you knew so well. "Are you okay?" His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting touch.

You nodded, still a bit shaken. "I'm fine. They were just . . . I didn't understand what they were saying," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Theo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "They were trying to flirt with you," he explained. "But don't worry, they're gone now."

You managed a small laugh, the tension easing out of your body. "I figured that much," you said, your voice lightening. "Thank you, Theo."

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart were instantly calming. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. "I just couldn't stand the thought of them bothering you."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The fierce protectiveness in his gaze had melted into something softer, more tender. "You were amazing," you said honestly. "I've never seen you like that before."

Theo's smile widened, a hint of pride in his expression. "Well, I can't help it," he said, his tone teasing but sincere. "You bring out the best in me."

As you continued your walk through the beautiful streets of Florence, Theo kept you close, his arm securely around you. The incident with the local boys faded into the background, replaced by the joy of being together in such a magical place. The city's charm and Theo's unwavering affection made you feel like you were living in a dream.

Later that evening, as you sat together at a cozy café, sipping on rich Italian espresso, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Theo. His protective nature, his deep love for you, and his ability to make you feel safe and cherished were all things you treasured deeply. As the sun set over the Florence skyline, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink and orange, you leaned into Theo, feeling utterly content.

In that moment, with the world bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with Theo, you were home.