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riddlesrizzler · 4 days ago

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Over and Over Again

summary: I will fall in love with you, over and over again. No matter how long its been. characters: vampire! mattheo. reader warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence. word count: 1.5k

The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting a soft glow across the city. Mattheo leaned against the window, watching as the world continued on, indifferent to his existence. He had been alive for centuries, a vampire whose experiences spanned countless lifetimes, and yet, each passing day seemed the same. People came and went. Emotions, desires, loves, losses-they were all fleeting, like shadows in the night.

He had watched it all, experienced it all. Lovers who grew old and faded, friends who became strangers, and places that, no matter how often he returned, felt less and less like home. And through it all, he had remained the same. A figure untouched by time, a man who could never truly die, but could only watch as everything else crumbled away.

Yet, when he had met you, everything changed.

At first, it was nothing more than a passing curiosity. The way your laugh echoed in his mind long after you were gone. The way your touch lingered like a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Your voice, so familiar, so soft, as though he had heard it a thousand times before. He brushed it aside, attributing it to the pull of something unknown, something he could not name. But the more time he spent with you, the more undeniable it became. There was something in you-a presence, a pull that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

It wasn’t until the days bled into weeks, and weeks into months, that he started to see it. The similarities. The connection. The way your eyes would flash when you laughed, a kind of intensity that reminded him of another, of someone from another life-another form.

He was drowning in memories of you-but were close-but not this version of you. Not in this body. In other lifetimes. Other forms.

The first time he truly remembered was the 1830s. You had been a young woman living at the edge of a sleepy village, your hands always stained with ink and flowers. He had caught you in a field one afternoon, scribbling into a leather-bound journal, curls escaping your bonnet as the wind played with your skirts. You had looked up at him like you knew him. Like something ancient inside you recognized something ancient in him.

He didn’t speak to you then. He had been too afraid-of what he was, of what he wanted, of what he could do. And by the time he found the courage, you were gone. Taken by fever before your twentieth year.

The ache of that loss had lingered like smoke in his lungs.

Then in 1910. A boy this time. Mattheo had watched him recite poetry in a crumbling café on the riverbank. His voice was soft, but his words held weight-lines about stars and longing and a love that stretched across oceans of time. He had stared at Mattheo across the crowd like he was reading straight from his soul. And Mattheo knew. It was you again.

That boy had died in war. Buried beneath blood and mud and silence.

Then came the 1950s. A jazz singer in a smoky club downtown, barefoot behind the mic, a cigarette always in hand. Your laughter had been reckless, beautiful, wild. You had looked at Mattheo like he was a melody you couldn’t stop humming. He had almost turned you then. Almost reached for you in the alley after your last set, drunk on your scent, on your voice, on the echo of lives past.

But he hadn’t.

And once again, you were gone.

Every time your soul returned, Mattheo felt it like a ripple in the air, a pull in his chest. Something old, deep, and unrelenting. You never remembered him-not in the way he remembered you. But there was always something in your eyes. A flicker. A tilt of the head. The way you leaned in closer without knowing why. He’d told himself over and over that he should stay away. That this was some kind of cosmic curse. But he couldn’t.

And now, in this lifetime, you were here again. And he was so, so tired of losing you.

One evening, as the city beneath him slept, Mattheo found himself standing at the window, watching the soft glow of the streetlights below. His thoughts were tangled in the whirlwind of memories-his past, your presence, and everything in between. You had become more than just a part of his life; you were the missing piece, the one he had been searching for through all the years, the one who would return to him, no matter the form, no matter the body.

He felt you before you even entered the room. The faintest stir in the air, the softest footsteps against the floor. And then, there you were-standing in the doorway, looking at him with those same eyes that had haunted him for centuries.

“You’ve been distant lately. What’s wrong?”

Your voice was soft, careful. The same voice that had asked him to dance barefoot on the cobblestones in 1832. The same voice that had whispered, “I think I loved you before I even knew what love was,” in 1910. The same voice that had sung jazz under her breath in 1957.

Mattheo turned, his dark eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, he allowed himself to breathe you in-the scent of your skin, the warmth of your presence. It was a comfort he had forgotten, the feeling of something that felt like home. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck in his throat, the weight of the truth pressing against him. How could he explain this? How could he explain that you were his, and he was yours, that no matter how many lifetimes had passed, no matter how many centuries separated you, your souls had always been bound together?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I’ve been thinking... about us. About everything.”

You walked closer to him, your eyes never leaving his, and placed your hand gently on his chest, where his heart should be. It pounded, though it hadn’t in centuries.

“What about us?” you asked softly.

He stared at you, feeling the pull of something deep within, something ancient and eternal. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing across your skin. “I’ve known you before,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, as though speaking the truth aloud might break something fragile. “Not like this, not in this life, but in others. You’ve always been there. Always.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you searched his face, looking for something-an explanation, a sign, anything that could make sense of the storm in his gaze. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, as if summoning the courage to speak the truth. “I mean that your soul... I’ve known it for centuries. I’ve seen it take different forms, different lives, but it’s always you. Always. No matter where or when, your soul finds its way back to mine. Every time.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt as though the room itself had frozen. His past, his endless years of waiting, stretched out before him like an ocean of memories, and you were the lighthouse that had always called him home. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, feeling the familiar warmth of your presence.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” he murmured. “I can’t bear it. Every lifetime, every moment, I’ve always known that you would find me. That we would find each other again.”

He kissed you then, a kiss that felt as though it was drawing upon all the years they had spent apart, the centuries of pain and yearning. And as their lips met, the world seemed to blur around them, time itself suspended in that single, perfect moment.

“I will always fall in love with you,” Mattheo whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his lips brushing softly against yours. “Over and over again. No matter how many lives we live, no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine.”

You closed your eyes, the truth of his words sinking into your heart like a seed taking root. You had known him before, in ways you couldn’t explain, in ways you couldn’t understand. And no matter what form your soul took, you would always find your way back to him. Always.

His voice full of love and certainty. “You always come back to me. Always.”

You smiled through the tears that threatened to spill, your hands reaching up to caress his face. “I’ll always be yours, Mattheo,” you whispered, your voice breaking with the weight of everything you were feeling. “I’ll always find my way back to you.”

And in that moment, as he kissed you once more, you both knew that this love, this bond, would never be broken. Not by time, not by life, not by death. You were his, and he was yours, forever.

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girasollake · 2 years ago

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Hello

Would you be able to write for Theodore Nott with the trope fake dating and the prompt 50?

Thank youu <3

✧ theodore nott x fem!reader x fake dating x "my love language is bullying people." "you bully me. a lot." "..."✧

( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

❁ i hope this turned out well, happy reading:)

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Pacing around your dorm and chewing on your thumb, you tried to figure out how to get out of the situation you got yourself into. You didn’t mean to answer the question with his name, it just happened. It’s like you weren’t even thinking and your mind made that quick decision for you.

For the last month your ex boyfriend had been harrasing you to get back together. You dumped him after catching him in the act with a girl from a year below yours. You felt anger, sadness and loath, not because of the relationship he decided to end, but because it hurt to see someone you started to trust - pick someone over you.

Over the time he was stalking you and trying various ways to get back, you had found yourself being more and more drawn towards your best friend’s mate.

“ ‘We’re done Patrick! I don’t know what I have to say for it to get through your fucking skull.’ You hissed at your ex.

‘We’re not done.’ He took a step closer. ‘Do you really think someone else will want you besides me?’ A chuckle escaped his lips.

You stood there frozen, the insult burning itself into your mind.

‘My boyfriend.’ You finally replied after a moment of silence.

‘You don’t have one, love.’ He placed his finger under your chin and made you look up at him. ‘But you can have me again.’

‘No.’ You spat and took a step back. ‘I am seeing someone else.’

That’s the moment where you should have stopped talking.

‘Oh, really?’ He cocked his brow, a mocking expression on his face. ‘Who?’

Don’t say it.

‘Theo Nott.’ “

You sat down on your bed, the finger slightly covered in your blood from the biting. You had only two options, either admit to your ex that you lied to him and still get harrassed by him, or ask Nott out.

You rubbed your temples slowly, sighed and decided to go to the library to clear your mind, hoping that Patrick won’t be able to talk to Theo until tomorrow.

At this time of the day there was barely anyone inside the library. You were slowly walking between the shelfes, looking at each book and reading the title. After a few minutes of strolling you reached the Romance Novels section, very few books there, but it lured you in. Especially one of them, which you have read a long time ago.

‘Of course.’ You chuckled, holding the book in your hands and tracing the cover with your fingers.

The story was about a woman who was a spy and had to make a deal with a member of an organisation they were infiltrating. She promised to get him the safety he needed to escape his boss and he promised her to give her all the information she needed. They started fake dating.

You should’ve thought of this idea earlier, but you were too stressed to even sit in one spot, let alone think of this good of a plan. You put the book back in it’s place and rushed out of the library. While you were running through the halls, you spotted a familiar figure talking with her friends.

‘Hi, can I borrow Pansy for a moment? Thanks!’

You snatched her by the arm and led her to an empty classroom.

‘This better be an emergency.’ She playfully rolled her eyes.

‘Long story short - Patrick thinks I’m dating Theo and I have to prove him that I am.’

She looked at you dumbfounded and then a loud laugh escaped her lips.

‘Is this a joke?’ She asked, laughter still present in her voice.

It slowly faded as she realised how stoic and serious was the expression on your face.

‘Shut up!’ She exclaimed. ‘Merlin, what have you done?’

She put her palm on her forehead and exhaled all the air she had.

‘You know Theo does NOT date.’

‘I know! I don’t even know why I said his name! It just… It just came out, okay?’ You sighed and closed your eyes while throwing your head back. “But I do have an idea…’ you mumbled and slowly opened your eyes to look at Pansy.

‘Good Lord.. I don’t know if I even want to hear it.’ She sighed. ‘Go on.’ She showed a motion with her hand to tell you to proceed.

‘Fake dating.’

She bursted out in laughter.

‘What?’ She finally managed to get out. ‘How on earth do you want to persuade him into that?’

‘I’ll just… I’ll offer him something if he says no.’

‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know yet, whatever he says he’d like.’

‘So like, you’d give him a b-‘

‘Bloody hell Pans!’ You whisper-yelled. ‘I’ll do anything that does not involve sexual exchange.’

‘Alright, just askin’’ She raised her hands in defence.

‘Where can I find him?’

It was Saturday, so you couldn’t catch him in class. Pansy looked at her watch and made a thinking face.

‘Ummm… If I’m correct…’ She sighed. ‘They should finish their quidditch practice in a few minutes.’

You jumped up and gave her a quick hug before running out.

‘Thanks P, you’re the best!’ You shouted just before disappearing behind the door.

‘Course I am.’ She whispered and smirked to herself.

She looked around the room where she was now alone and shook her head.

‘Fingers crossed’ She muttered and headed outside.

You on the other hand, had reached the quidditch pitch in the right moment. Standing outside the boys locker room, you couldn’t help but listen to their faint voices. Unfortunately it was too quiet for you to make out any words. The door swung open unexpectedly and your head shot up to meet Draco’s eyes.

‘Can I talk to Nott?’ You asked and lifted up your chin higher.

Draco looked you up and down and then turned his head towards the boys.

‘Nott, come and say hi to one of your girls.’ He said and everyone started snickering at Theo.

‘Shut up, Malfoy.’ He glared at him and then your eyes met his.

He came over to you and you almost forgot about why you came here because, well, he was shirtless and his bottom was wrapped in a towel, leaving very little to your imagination. You gulped and quickly straightened up to not get caught checking him out.

‘I really need your help with something. Can we talk after you…’ You motioned towards his outfit, or better - the lack of it.

He cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Wait for me on the pitch?’

‘Sure.’ You gave him a soft smile and headed outside.

Thankfully there was a few benches on the sides of the pitch, they were there during practice, but hidden when there was a match. You sat down and buried your face in your hands.

‘What the fuck am I doing?’ You mumbled.

You started playing with your rings and thinking about what to say when you felt him sit down next to you.

‘So, what do you need?’ He asked while lighting up his cigarette.

‘Just don’t laugh at me, ‘kay?’ You said while closing your eyes.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, ‘Okay?’ He replied.

‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend.’ You quickly stated.

He looked at you dumbfounded and then proceeded to laugh.

‘You said you wouldn’t laugh, you bastard!’ You exclaimed and playfully hit his arm.

‘ ‘M sorry’ He met your eyes. ‘That punch hurt’ he held the place where you hit him.

‘Good.’ You replied. ‘So, will you help me or not?’

‘Why? Is it to make your ex jealous?’ He exhaled the smoke. ‘Never liked him, if I’m bein’ honest.’

‘Actually, the opposite.’ You took the cigarrete from him, took a drag and then placed it between his lips again. ‘He cheated on me and now he keeps stalking me to get back together. I’m so sick of him and I just don’t know what to do.. I just want him to fuck off.’ You looked at Theo for a response.

‘Fine.’

‘Wait, really?’ You asked excitedly.

‘Yeah, fuck that guy.’ He finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground. ‘We need some rules though.’

‘Alright.’ You paused to think about some. ‘How about we often hold hands, you kiss me on the cheek sometimes for the effect, and we can sometimes hang out in each others rooms, so no one would get suspicious. Of course we’d like study or some shit, but..’ You started rambling. ‘You get the idea.’ You added quietly.

‘You forgot about the most important one.’ He stated. ‘Don’t fall in love with me.’

‘Yeah, I think that’ll be easy considering your stupid face.’ You chuckled, but inside of you something twisted.

Don’t fall in love with me? Does he mean that, he knows he would never love you? Maybe that’s why he agreed? Cause he knows he won’t fall for you?

Am I this unlovable?

The next morning you were slowly making your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the outside you looked calm, but the inside was burning. With questions you couldn’t answer, with plans for what to do, with your hopes for finding someone good to love you back, with your growing attraction to Theo. You knew it was a bad idea, you knew you had a crush on him, but you’d rather hide that somewhere deep than admit it to yourself. You knew you were going to fall for him doing this, but if that’s what it takes for Patrick to leave you alone - then so be it. You can take the pain of Theo not reciprocating your feelings.

‘Hello, love.’ The voice from your nightmares spoke up next to you.

‘Fuck off, Patrick.’ You replied without even looking at the boy.

‘Oh, come on, can you finally stop playing this game and-‘

‘She told you to fuck off.’ You heard Theo’s voice on your other side and then his hand grabbed your waist to pull you closer.

Patrick’s face in that moment was going to be in your memory forever, he was so shocked, so defeated, so small. He looked between the two of you and scoffed.

‘We’ll see about that.’ He mumbled and walked away.

‘Thank you’ You looked up at Theo.

‘For what? I think that’s what boyfriend’s are supposed to do’ He winked at you and intertwined your hands.

‘You read a book or something to prepare for that role? Didn’t think of you as an academic type.’ You snickered.

‘I beg you pardon?’ He chuckled. ‘Am I that stupid to you?’

You waved your head from side to side and smirked at him.

‘Mm, yeah.’ You whispered to which he shook his head with a smile.

‘Come on, darlin’, we’re gon’ be late for breakfast.’

Darling.

For the next month you and Theo had gotten closer than you anticipated, but he was still too far for your liking. You wanted him closer, you wanted this to be a real relationship, but he wouldn’t want that.

“Theo does NOT date.”

Pansy’s words echoed in your ears every time you caught yourself staring at his messy hair. Or thinking about the way his fingers caressed the pages of a book, or the way his beauty spots were perfectly placed on his face, or the way he always knew what to say to you, or the way he cheerfully reacted to your insults and playful smacks on his arms.

‘When do you want to end this?’ He asked one night when you were studying for potions in his dorm.

The question caught you off guard and the air got stuck in your throat for a second.

‘I actually didn’t think about that part yet.’ You admitted, not taking your eyes off of your notes. ‘There is only a month of school left until holidays, so maybe until then? I’ll have those months for myself without Patrick bothering me and next year we’ll make up some excuse why it didn’t work out between us. Sounds good?’ The lack of emotion in your voice was weird for him.

‘Yeah.’ He whispered, his eyes lingering on your form. ‘Sounds good.’

He didn’t want to admit to himself that he started falling for you either. That’s why he asked about this, he didn’t think he could hold himself back much longer. Hold his feelings back.

‘Earth to Nott!!’ You smacked his arm with your notebook. ‘Do the bloody homework or I’ll feed you to my cat.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

There were moments where you thought he might feel the same. Like when he held your hand tighter than usual, when Patrick was passing by. Or when he kissed your forehead to calm you down when you were stressed before classes. Or the subtle smirks and glances between the two of you, when you weren’t next to each other. At first you thought no one would believe in your ‘relationship’, but surprisingly everyone didn’t have a clue it was fake. Were you both this good at pretending or did they just think you look nice together?

‘Probably the first one.’ You thought.

Soon there was only a week of school left and you didn’t want to think about what the end brings. You felt sadness, but you couldn’t show him that, you knew he didn’t feel the same. This was just temporary, he did what you asked for and now you owe him a favor. So now you had to let him go.

You met up near the Black Lake the day before going home. You were playing with your rings again and he was smoking a cigarette, just like in the beggining.

‘We’re still going to be friends?’ You asked.

‘If that’s what you want, darlin’ ‘ He replied, but deep inside he wanted to say no, to protect himself from whatever it was he felt towards you, it was too strong now.

‘Hmm.. No, not really.’ You muttered and then added, ‘I can’t stand looking at your hideous face much longer, but other than that, you’re fine to be around.’

He chuckled at your response.

‘Why are you always like this?’

‘What do you mean?’ You raised one of your eyebrows.

‘You know exactly what I mean.’

You chuckled to yourself, ‘My love language is bullying people.’

He processed your answer carefully and saw the way you stiffened. You didn’t realise you said that out loud.

‘Well…’ He took a deep breath. ‘You bully me. A lot.’

You didn’t want to meet his eyes so you shrugged and turned away, ‘Yeah, I guess I do.’ You whispered.

You heard Theo toss the cigarette on the ground and press his shoe on top of it. But what he did next, even Professor Trelawney couldn’t predict.

He turned you around and pressed his lips into yours, the taste of smoke and blueberry gum made its way into your mouth. His hands were holding your face on both sides, he didn’t want to take them off, scared you’d disappear if he did.

‘I thought you don’t date.’ You whispered with a smirk when you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together.

‘I don’t.’ He smiled. ‘I’m already taken.’

He pressed his lips to yours again and you felt like this moment could last forever.

‘By the way, you broke the rule.’ He mumbled.

‘Fuck your rule and fuck you, Nott.’ You replied making him smile to himself.

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multifandomsimagine · 1 year ago

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Imagine Fred and George comforting you after you had detention with Umbridge

"I do hope we see a change in behavior, Ms. [Last Name]" Umbridge says as you set the quill down, having finished writing your lines. You had been warned by both Harry and Lee about the quill but hearing about it and experiencing it had been two different things. The back of your hand burned as you wrote the lines. But you didn't want to give her the pleasure of seeing your pain so you stayed quiet. Holding in your noises of pain and instead tried flexing your hand in an attempt to make the pain away when it got too much to handle.

It was well after midnight when Umbridge had decided that the message of your punishment had sunk in and made you stop. You said nothing at her parting sentence, opting to give her a silent stare before making your way out of her office. Your robes swished behind you at your sharp turn.

Leaving the faculty tower, you made your way back to the Gryffindor Tower, taking careful steps to make sure that your newly formed scar did not brush against the inside of your sleeves.

Your tough facade breaks though when you see your boyfriends waiting for you on a couch in the Gryffindor common room. The room is empty as everyone else is sleeping soundly in their dorms. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the twins stand from their seats and make their way to you. Making sure to not touch your hands, the two guide you to the couch, seating you between the two of them. "Let us see," Fred says softly.

You nod and the two fold up your sleeves, the scarring clear as day on the back of your hands once the sleeves have been pushed high enough. Fred presses a kiss to your shoulder as George stands up and walks to a nearby table. He gets the bowl that sits upon it and carefully makes his way back to the couch, careful to not let the bowl's content spill out.

"Hermione gave us some Murtlap Essence. It's supposed to help with the healing." He explains.

"You're supposed to soak your hand in it." Fred continues.

Your eyes soften with appreciation before placing your hands inside the bowl, flinching when the cool blue liquid touches your scar.

Resting your head on George's shoulder, you let your tears fall down as you take comfort in the twin's presence. "Merlin, I hate that horrid woman so much." You whisper to them.

The two don't say anything and instead lean closer to you to press kisses on any inch of your body they can reach. Showering you in their affection as you let out everything you were holding in.

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hms-harmony-discord · 2 months ago

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New Fest Announcement! Why do fools fall in love? April Fool’s Day may be over, but this month, we’re forgoing jokes and pranks in favour of celebrating love. From April 2 through April 30, celebrate "A Fool’s Fest."

From lovestruck idiots acting the fool, to steamy make out sessions fooling round, to (okay, fine) April Fool’s Day pranks gone wrong, there’s a prompt in our collection for everyone.

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The fic has to centre exclusively around the H/Hr pairing.

Each fic must be at least 2k words.

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pinkcutiepiee · 3 months ago

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Sirius Black Confessing his Feelings💌

Day 1 of 5 day of my Valentines Writing Event💌 || Masterlist 🍓

Sirius confesses his feelings for you. But you don’t believe him straight away💌

Hogwarts Uni AU. All characters are written as 20+. Not a house-specific reader.

Word count: 796

[A/N]: I'm seeing Ben Barnes live tonight so it only seemed fitting to start the Valentine's event with Sirius<3

Maybe gonna write a part 2<3

You watch from across the courtyard as Sirius and his friends are, you assume, planning yet another one of their infamous pranks. It was hard to tell, but that guess was the most likely. The pranks could be an inconvenience and frustrating, to say the least. It was true that none of their pranks affected you directly, but the way they indirectly affected you, when you were trying to study, hang out with your friends, or even concentrate in class, annoyed you.

Which is why you hated the way you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to Sirius. He was charming, undoubtedly so, and attractive. You often found yourself seeking him out, purposely studying somewhere close to him just to catch a glimpse. It almost made the pranks tolerable. He was way out of your league, you weren’t even sure that he knew you existed.

Which is why, when he approached you, you were more than certain that it was some sort of mistake, or (the more probable reason for his sudden approach) a prank. Quickly returning to your book, you hope that he didn’t see you staring. In attempt to slow your racing heart, you take a deep breath and try harder to focus on the words in front of you.

“Hey…” he started when he finally reached you. If you weren't so focused on how nervous you felt in that current moment, your rapid heart rate, or sweaty palms, you typically would have picked up on the hint of nervousness in his own voice. Or the way he anxiously played with his fingers, and the way he ran his fingers through his raven hair.

“What is it, Black?” All you wanted was for this whole interaction to be over. The last thing you wanted was for the one person you’re interested in romantically to use you for one of his pranks; to be laughed at by him and his friends. The thought hurt more than the idea of him simply just not knowing of your existence.

He takes a deep breath: “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me sometime… kinda like a date because I think I’m in love with you and I think you’re really pretty, and I’m really nervous to ask…” he rambles. If you wasn’t convinced that this was a prank, you would have found the nervous rambling cute. But there was no way.

“You’re in love with me? You’re expecting me to believe that?” It broke your heart, to say the least, that this was the prank the Marauders decided to pull on you. it was just another cruel reminder of this never being a relationship that could work. No matter how much you craved it.

The look of disappointment and confusion on his face when he hears your words look very real, though. Feeling almost guilty, you look away, mentally reminding yourself why he’s actually here. None of his words were true. The way his friends watch the interaction tells you that much. They aren’t laughing, though. In fact, it looks almost as if they are watching with a sense of hope.

“Yes… it is true, please you need to believe me,” he now sits next to you - your breath hitching at the sudden close proximity. You noticed by the way he stiffened slightly when your knees touched slightly that it affected him too. Not being able to look at him, you take a deep breath, as he rakes his fingers through his hair yet again. An anxious tell.

“Why would it be?” He responds when you ask him if this is a prank, finally looking into his dark eyes. Watching him closely, you start to believe him.

After taking a moment figure out what exactly you wanted to say, you a deep breath, you start to speak; “I just never thought that… someone like you would find someone like me…”

“Perfect? But that’s what you are,” Sirius says when you don’t continue, as he grabs your hand gently. By the look on his face when he does, you know it wasn’t his intention, but you like it. So you hold onto his hand before he can pull away. You smile softly at his compliment.

“Well, for the record, I think you’re pretty perfect too… and in response to your question, I would love to go out with you… just tell your friends they need to be a little more subtle,” you joke, seeing the way that James, Remus, and Peter are staring at Sirius and you, hand in hand.

Sirius laughs softly, agreeing, as he squeezes your hand softly, running his thumb across your knuckle. Maybe this could be the start of a beautiful love story.

#harry potter #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black fluff #valentines writing event💌

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dearggntlereader · 7 months ago

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Writing prompt advent calender. :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Rules: Starting December 1st I will write one blurb for one prompt each day and you can request a fandom/character/ship from my character list (also specify whether you want a platonic or romantic dynamic) You can also give more context on how you want the prompt to be written but that's up to you!!

Edit: I just got the idea to do a mood board for the request now too, so that you get something before December 1st

All the Prompts that don't have 🎁 behind them are still open

character list

sugar cookie 🎁(Mattheo riddle, grumpy x sunshine)

gingerbread house 🎁 (Remus Lupin, date night)

cold blush 🎁(James potter, friends/lovers)

sharing a candy cane🎁 (Mattheo riddle, friends to lovers)

frozen hands 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, academic rivals)

white flocks between curls 🎁 (James Potter, love realization)

rushing to stores 🎁 (Theodore Nott, dating)

snowball fight 🎁 (James Potter, Best Friends)

Santa Surprise 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, newly married, smut)

Songs that just won't leave your head 🎁(Ekko x reader)

Ice rink 🎁 (percy jackson, first kiss)

Snow Angels 🎁 (george weasley)

late gifts 🎁 (Mattheo riddle, enemies to lovers)

kisses with the excuse of a mistletoe 🎁 (bf!mattheo riddle)

wrapping paper 🎁(james potter x reader)

warming kisses🎁(Mattheo riddle, married)

huddled close 🎁(Mattheo riddle, dating)

Christmas market 🎁(Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Holiday)

hot cocoa 🎁(Lily Evans x Reader, Platonic)

Acting like the grinch

driving around, admiring/judging the neighbor's Christmas decor 🎁 (Blaise x reader, platonic)

Christmas caroling

last candle

Confession🎁 (Blaise Zabini, Friends to lovers)

Happy Holidays!!! ❄️🤶🎄🌟(Me literally a day after Halloween)

COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST

#writing #x reader #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #james x reader #james potter fanfic #slytherin x reader #marauders #slytherin boys x reader #sirius x reader #remus lupin x y/n #christmas #writing prompt #writing event #advent calendar

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vivantesopvles · 1 year ago

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Tomarry Ficlets: for @microficmay

🍓 vibing to sufjan stevens

rise & fall · nothing & everything · healing · life & death

🍯 how about some husbands tomarry fluff

impatience · worthy

🌼 silly boyfriends shenanigans

will · precious · decision · horizon · idle

❤️‍🔥 did someone say sexual tension

push & pull · flare

🌑 dark harry (thirsty tom ensued)

resplendent · create · elation

😈 voldemort being voldemort (poor harry)

evolve · dreams & reality · innocuous

🐍 tom being tom (needs a good beating, therapy, and maybe a hug)

humility · vivid · agony · curse

#thanks so so much to the mods for hosting this event #and also to the lovely people that encouraged me along the way❤️ you’re my heroes 🥰#i’ve been trying to get back into writing for such a long time #and this turned out to be a perfect homecoming:)#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry fanfic #microficmay2024

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bite-me-delight-me-hp-fest · 2 years ago

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Claims are now open - click HERE for the form!

More information (rules, dates etc) under the cut

Our discord is HERE, you can participate without joining the discord of course, just make sure to follow this tumblr for announcements and updates.

You can view the prompts that have been submitted HERE. This is my first time using Airtable, so if something is wrong, please let me know.

The collection to submit the prompts is HERE

Rules:

One claim at a time.

You can co-write. When you sign up, just grab a prompt as these fests usually go, and submit with your co-writer.

No underage.

No incest.

No pedophilia

Minimum 500 words, no max.

You can claim another prompt once your first fic is submitted.

Please keep your fic private outside of the fest/discord until the fics are revealed.

AUs are welcome

Please submit to the collection when posting.

MCs are acceptable if you've finished the whole fic (and can show us) but just want to post chapter by chapter.

These rules may change as the fest continues and questions are asked.

There will be the option to self-prompt, and we will put a list of beings and beasts to serve as inspiration.

Your fic must include a beast or magical being in the fic and make the fic relevant to them. (Example, Remus at school is a no. Yes, he's a werewolf, but we only see the human side - Remus healing after a full moon, however, is acceptable as it's relevant to him being a werewolf)

Restriction - you cannot use canon witches and wizards as your 'magical being'. They can be included in the fic though. You can use other interpretations of witches and wizards though.

Timeline:

15th August - 11pm BST - Claims open

31st October - Fics due

1st November - Fics will start being posted

Any questions, feel free to drop us a message and we'll get back to you quickly. If we don't, give us several nudges.

#bite me delight me fest #hp writing fest #hp fest #harry potter fest #harry potter writing challenge #hp fests #hp writing event #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing event #harry potter writing fest

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mr-yk-potter · 2 months ago

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Harmony Out Of The Ordinary 2025 Fest

Harmony Out Of The Ordinary is all about tropes/themes that are uncommon in the HHr fandom, and so this fest aims to highlight those tropes and expand the HHr fandom to welcome new writers and readers whilst also giving current writers and authors new tropes/themes to delve in.

Please let it be known that this is my first fest/collection, so bare with me as I'm trying to put together a fest for all to enjoy, any feedback and suggestions are welcome, please direct it via my listed contact on Ao3.

You can find everything you need to know here:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HarmonyOutOfTheOrdinary2025

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riddlesrizzler · 1 month ago

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Mini Fic #1

"And it's hard to be at a party with an opened wound, it's hard to anywhere these days when all I want is you" - mattheo riddle

The party was loud. Too loud.

Laughter echoed off the ancient stone walls of the Slytherin common room, bouncing between bodies packed too tightly together, a blur of heat and perfume and clinking glasses. Someone turned up the music with a flick of their wand. Someone else spilled Firewhisky on the rug. No one noticed. Or cared.

Mattheo stood in the corner, back against the wall, arms crossed like armor.

He didn’t want to be here. Not really. But leaving meant thinking. And silence meant remembering. So he stayed. Let the noise drown out the ache in his chest.

The ache you left behind.

It had been weeks since you’d stopped talking. Since you pulled away. Since that night on the Astronomy Tower, when everything cracked between you in a single breath.

“You don’t get to act like I mean something and then run the second it’s inconvenient,” you had said, voice trembling but eyes fierce.

And he-idiot that he was-had stayed silent. Because love was terrifying, and letting you in felt too much like surrender.

He thought maybe you’d come back. But you hadn’t. And now, here he was-at a party with an opened wound.

He watched you across the room.

You were pretending.

Smiling like your heart wasn’t shattered. Laughing like you hadn’t once cried into his shirt at 2 a.m. when nightmares wouldn’t let you sleep. You stood by the fireplace, surrounded by friends, dressed in that way that made it impossible not to look at you.

He hated how beautiful you were. He hated how he still knew you inside out. He hated how the world kept spinning even though you weren’t his anymore.

You glanced toward him-just for a second. Eyes locking.

And for one split moment, the world hushed. The music dulled. The chatter faded.

It was just you. And him. And all the things you never said.

His heart clenched. Because the truth was, it wasn’t just hard to be here. It was hard to be anywhere.

The Quidditch pitch? You once kissed him under the stars after curfew. The library? You used to drag him there and pretend he wasn’t completely hopeless at Charms. Even the damn Great Hall was a graveyard of memories-breakfasts where your legs touched under the table, dinners where he’d steal the marshmallows off your plate just to make you glare at him.

He couldn’t breathe.

Theo said something beside him, but Mattheo didn’t hear it. His eyes were locked on you as you turned, laughing at something one of your friends said-but your smile didn’t reach your eyes.

He knew that smile. He missed that smile. And Merlin, he was such a fool.

He downed what was left in his glass and shoved through the crowd, heart pounding, vision tunneled. You didn’t see him coming until he was right there in front of you.

You froze.

He looked like chaos bottled in a boy-messy curls, knuckles scabbed, eyes stormy with too much emotion.

“Can we talk?” he asked, voice low.

You stared. “Here?”

“No,” he said, gaze flicking to the hallway. “Please.”

Your friends exchanged glances, but you nodded.

You followed him out into the corridor, the noise fading behind you.

The moment the door closed, the silence pressed in.

“I miss you,” he said. Just like that. No preamble. No armor.

You blinked. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“I know.” His jaw clenched. “I know I don’t deserve it. But I’m saying it anyway.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, the chill of the dungeon air biting at your skin. “You pushed me away, Mattheo. I tried. I was there. And you just… shut me out.”

“I was scared,” he whispered. “Scared of what it meant. Scared that I’d ruin it. Because everything I touch turns to shit and you-you were the only thing that ever felt good. And I didn’t know how to handle it.”

A pause.

He stepped closer, his voice breaking on the words: “It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you.”

You looked up at him-really looked-and for a moment, your eyes softened.

“You hurt me.”

“I know,” he breathed. “But I’ll spend every day trying to make it right, if you’ll let me.”

Silence stretched again, thick and heavy.

Then-

Your hand found his. Hesitant. Soft.

“I’m not saying it’s fixed,” you whispered. “But I miss you too.”

And maybe that was enough-for now.

#mini fics #mini fic event!#rizzler writes #slytherin boys #slytherin #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #slytherin aesthetic #my works #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheoxreader #mattheo angst

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