#louis partridge scenarios

[deadghosy]

Who do you think, among the Slytherin boys can handle spicy food the best?

“​who do you think scenarios” Who can handle spicy food the best:

A/N: I actually liked doing this. I don’t mind if people/anons send me more of this

Can handle it and will continue to eat spicy food:

Mattheo, Tom, Theodore

Reason why: cmon…I mean hot boys eat hot shit ☺️ but also because I can see them enjoy eating hot foods. Especially mattheo, I feel like this bastard just pours hot sauce over his food to spice it up a little

Can handle a little bit and immediately drink water to take the spice down:

Blaise and Lorenzo

Reason why: now these two can handle it. Only for a matter of time before drowning themselves in water like a dying fish. 🤷🏾‍♂️I just see it that way

Never had anything spicy in his life and never wants to ever.:

Draco

Reason why: idk I see him being the kind to just not fw with spicy foods. He probably had some when he was younger and felt like he was going to die 😭

Gulps down any spicy food near him:

Mattheo

Reason why: I feel like he would be dared to drink a whole bottle of muggle hot sauce. He’s either throwing up or not admitting pain and liking it.

[stxrsberkshire]

“Why aren’t you answering my calls?” sorry I’m busy thinking of different scenarios regarding how my love story with my celebrity crush will play out

[gladiatorcunt]

idk if ur into this or if I'm the only one who has had a raging popstar/rockstar fantasy for myself ever since I was young so I insert it into as many fanfic scenarios as possible but any thoughts on your modern!coryo with an up and coming independent singer!reader 🫣 bc I have thoughts I imagine theyre still in the phase where they have to be creative with their outfits and have to make/bedazzle some things themselves and coryo is so down bad he's just hunched over something pink with some fabric glue, a stoning tool, and rhinestones all over the place. or or or your your whole setup getting an upgrade bc you once mentioned to him that one of the lights was behaving oddly

I think about this too bc I can sing pretty well but I'm very introverted, so I don't like to do it in front of people, and I just imagine it 💀

Modern!Coryo loves a pet project when it's important to someone he cares about (and he really only cares about you so....). He has momager vibes, but he never directs it towards you. His back hurts from the hours he spends perfecting your costumes (He's working on getting you to let him pay for everything, but baby steps are fine for now), and he hides all the packages he ordered for your state of the art set up so he can surprise you. You won't let him use his connections to jump start your career, but he never stops dropping hints about the producers or record label execs he could arrange meetings with.

He's in the comments of your tiktoks sending death threats to 12-year-olds who say you're cringe. (Your first toxic stan <3) Anthony Fantano gives you less than a 10 and he's ready to jump him. He'll be unironically saying you've made the song of the summer, and the spring, and the fall, and the winter. Your top listener on spotify and he's like that video of louis partridge at olivia rodrigo's concert putting his cup in his mouth so he could take videos/pictures of her. Has instagram highlights dedicated to your career (reposting your content, gig videos/pictures, promo stuff, etc.)

Given the fact that he comes from a family with dark secrets and is involved in the political industry, he knows how seedy the entertainment business is. A part of him wants to keep you relatively unknown, you'd be safer that way. But you seem so happy, he supposes he can let you grow. He's breathing down your neck every second though, gets you a whole crew of bodyguards even when you're only playing small venues. He runs your official social media like it's the military, but he's so sweet when he's presenting you with a fruit basket, those expensive boxes of roses that cost hundreds of dollars, and a custom-made award when you finish a small gig and joke about one day making it to the grammys.

[darkrpfinders]

hello everybody !! i just wanted to make a roleplay blog for all of my fandomless roleplays ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ i am currently 19 years old, a broke little college student and someone who is currently residing within the est time zone ٩(˵˃̶ω˂̶˵)◞* i am currently looking for a long term fandomless oc partner who loves ooc talk !! i just overall love becoming friends with the people i am roleplaying with ^^ 18+ people ONLY !! i can go from semi lit, lit, to novella !! i tend to copy but please please please be literate and go slow in the plots !! i am 100% okay with smut as well as long as it does not take up the entire roleplay unless the scenario calls for it x3 i like a 20 / 80 smut to plot ratio !! i love to read and write !! and i have been in the roleplay community for roughly about 9 - 10 years now !! ( idk how i started so young if i'm being quite frank... ) i would prefer if i had a rather active roleplay partner but if not then thats perfectly fine !! i however, for my sake i would at least want a response every other day if that is okay !! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ i do however also want to mention that i only roleplay on discord !!

🧸 ⎯⎯ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

coven is really the sweetest guy. he's gentle, super introverted, super shy. he has always been the type that just notices so many tiny things about people just to make them feel heard and taken care of. on the exterior, a very composed and reliable person, though internally drowned by tons of insecurities in his head—mostly because he got bullied at school, some tough stuff with his childhood best friend, who turned out to be the biggest bully of his life. he's a creative soul: baking, painting, playing music. he also overthinks and stresses a whole lot.

he feels under big pressure since he's supposed to take over his family's café, and sometimes he feels like he's not strong enough for that. basically, he wants someone patient and understanding, someone who understands him and his passions. besides, he is a romantic soul, and in relationships, he searches for something mild and meaningful. he hasn't got much experience with love, yet he surely is the kind of guy who would open up just as soon as he would feel comfortable and secured.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ louis partridge | anime ⎯ yeonwoo sunjeong

🥃 ⎯⎯ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

laurence is the kind of man who is all about intellect, especially when it comes to psychology. since he was little, he was fascinated by how people think and behave. smart and capable of explaining even the most intricate things in such a way that somehow would make sense to others, his students like him. he is serious and reserved but actually a very sensitive person who prefers deep, profound contact over light contact.

he is bad in big social environments and has a bit of social anxiety. he guards his emotions and tends to overwork himself, thus forgetting one's own needs at times. laurence is very choosy as to whom he connects with. no small talk, no casual talking. his partner has to challenge him on an intellectual level and share his values, particularly in deep conversations.

speaking about relationships, he seeks a sort of understanding—nothing that necessarily places so much importance on sex in a relationship. he likes being in control in bed and really loves intensity; for him, though, everything else is just trumped by the emotional. laurence is a bit difficult to put across, but when you get past the mask, you will get somebody very passionate, very caring, who actually just wants to find somebody that does understand him, basically.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ zario bolanos | anime ⎯ cheng xiaoshi

🚬 ⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔. 's profile.

souta is a mess, but somehow an endearing one. outwardly, he's hypercharismatic and adaptable, always wearing that charming persona, but he's got a seriously unstable mess emotionally. mostly, he struggles to establish an identity for himself and more often than not finds himself detached and lonely because of this. this manipulative streak he has is from some fear of rejection when he tries to be openly vulnerable. he works as a bartender, loves to indulge in music and photography, but does things like drinking and smoking as a coping mechanism. he yearns for honesty and depth in his relationships, but his fear of losing his identity—or just getting hurt—holds him back. an enigma, he is—walking and talking—charming, yet lost; craving intimacy, yet scared of it.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ kento yamazaki | anime ⎯ yoru / jin saotome ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ i will kiss u on the mouth if you are open for dark themes that'll have people clutching their pearls !! i love taboo themes a lot so i would also prefer if my partner did as well !! currently i am only looking for a m x m roleplay with these fellas !! if you are interested please either interact with this post or go ahead and send me a message ^^

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[timmymyluv]

grand duke alexander alexandrovich of russia/ romanov prince! louis partridge

in the let others wage war series

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historical romance fiction series featuring love triangle between Timothée Chalamet & Louis Partridge

"Although an enthusiastic amateur musician and patron of the ballet, Alexander was seen as lacking refinement and elegance. Indeed, he rather relished the idea of being of the same rough texture as some of his subjects. His straightforward, abrupt manner savoured sometimes of gruffness, while his direct, unadorned method of expressing himself harmonized well with his rough-hewn, immobile features and somewhat sluggish movements."

[bradshawlover]

𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 - louis partridge x reader imagine

(from my wattpad book 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘)

(gif made by me)

↪︎ 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 across your face as you stared at the newly released sneak peaks of the upcoming show 'pistol.' a variety of poses were made by the cast as you swiped through each slide. the cast were all getting out of a car and making faces at the camera, making you chuckle at all the ways they were flipping the camera off.

louis had been traveling around england, reaching all of the stunning filming sites for the show. it looked fantastic so far, but you haven't seen him in a few months now, and it began to feel like ages.

now, it's been nearly seven months since you have seen louis, and being with each other long distance has been more difficult than ever.

you attempted to call every day, but every day turned into every other day, to every week, to every other week. your calls may have become scarce, but your love for each other never did.

your heart still seemed to beat just for louis, and it broke your heart to not see him in person. the small kisses you would share, the way his arms would wrap around your waist, the headphones you would share and listen to your favorite music were all small parts of your relationship that seemed to be lost.

the pistol premiere was quickly approaching, and lucky for you, the name y/n y/l/n was on the list. of course you would be attending the premiere to support louis, and you couldn't wait to get there and surprise him.

the day of the event was tomorrow, and your outfit was patiently waiting for you to put it on. you were ecstatic to see louis, and finally be in his arms once again.

you couldn't wait to see his hazel eyes in person, feel his soft brown hair, and wrap your arms around him to give him a much needed hug. it was easy in the beginning, but once the first month passed it became harder to fall asleep without louis whispering a soft, "goodnight darling" in your ear with a gentle kiss placed on your forehead.

warm tears would fall down your face as you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling wishing louis were here. you had gotten used to his arms rocking you to sleep, but he had been replaced by a pillow on your bed.

now that you knew you would be reunited with louis, you had no idea what to do with yourself. and on the other side of london, louis didn't know either.

he misses you just as much as you miss him, and the fact that you would be reunited made him so happy. he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you like he had never before.

as you went to bed that night, your head hit the pillow and your thoughts were invaded by louis. the cold sheets wrapped around your body and you dreamt of being reunited with louis again.

the warm lemon light laid on your face, coming in through the clear glass panes. you had to wake up early to make it to the premiere prepared and on time, so you glanced to your bedside table and checked the time.

butterflies filled your stomach and never left as the day slowly ticked by. you were beyond excited at this point, and by the time hudson, your hair stylist, and nia, your makeup artist, came by, you were smiling ear to ear.

"what's got you in a good mood?" nia teased as she began setting all of her brushes out, preparing to cleanse your face and get it ready for makeup.

"i'm just excited for the premiere." you grin at your reflection as she begins to cleanse your face. "or is it just louis?" she smirks cheekily as your face blushes a light pink shade.

she nods her head in triumph as hudson opens the door with a wide grin, "you ready for this?"

basing your look after the late 70s, nia and you decided to do a neat smokey eye with a beautiful red lip that made the look pop beautifully. hudson teased your hair and bangs after rolling them, letting your hair sit in gorgeous curls.

you pulled your dress on which was also inspired by the late 70s punk fashion shown in the television show. the dress was made of up-cycled pin stripe fabric with the top of a brown pin stripe vest and a short skirt made out of matching pants. you chose a few chains to hang from one side of your vest with black distressed tights underneath it. the outfit was finished with a pair of lowtop doc martens.

you put on a few chain necklaces, a few rings (one being louis'), and a set of earrings. as you stepped out of your bathroom, nia grinned and clapped her hands excitedly, "you look breathtaking!"

you smiled and thanked both her and hudson for their help as they ushered you out the door with a black leather jacket in hand. you shrugged on the jacket and stepped into the limo waiting for you in your driveway.

nerves bubbled in your stomach as you sat in the car, getting closer and closer to louis. you were so excited to see him, but thoughts filled your head telling you that he wouldn't be.

you attempted to push those thoughts away and focus on seeing him as the car came to a halt, and the driver smiled telling you, "good luck."

the door opened and several snaps from cameras were heard. the flashes blinded your eyes like the sun as the guard that opened your door smiled politely.

"thank you." you whispered as you stepped out of the car eliciting dozens of screams. the paparazzi yelled for you to look at them so that they could get the perfect shot for their editor.

"y/n! y/n, over here! beautiful!" they would yell as you stepped foot on the red carpet. a smile graced your lips at the sight in front of you; fans were sat on the left of you for a few yards and the backdrop looked stunning.

the 'pistol' backdrop welcomed you as you stepped foot deeper into the premiere. as you continued walking, you felt two hands grab your shoulders from behind you.

you jumped a bit and turned, seeing millie partridge in front of you. your jaw dropped as she grinned cheekily at you, similar to how louis would. you hadn't seen this girl in seven months as well, as she had been traveling with louis. you had missed her; she's been an amazing friend and you loved hanging out with her, even if she was a few years younger than you.

"millie partridge, is that you?" you teased as she shrugged her shoulders playfully. she leaned forward capturing you in a hug as you embraced the girl.

"it's so amazing to see you y/n." she mutters into the hug, making you smile. "i've missed you." you grin as she mirrors your smile. both of you talk for a moment, catching up on simple things that will be spoken about in depth later as louis had texted you earlier this morning almost bursting with excitement: "good morning love, i cant wait to see you tonight😩 and it's now law that you have to sleepover at my place 🤭🤭"

grinning at the thought of seeing him, millie rose her eyebrows at you knowingly. "you're thinking of louis." she stated in a sing-song voice. your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a smile at the thought of seeing him.

"well i have no idea where he is, so we can find him together." she chuckled, making you smile and shake your head. "alright, let's do it." you grinned as you continued walking on the red carpet.

pictures were taken of the two of you as you walked by and occasionally stopped. photographers thought your relationship was adorable, and the fans loved that you were friends with all of his family, and him for yours too.

your heart beat felt like it was speeding up as you got closer to the center of the red carpet. laughter erupted in front of you and you saw a majority of the cast gathering together to take a photo.

your breath hitched in your throat as you glanced across all of them, searching for the familiar mop of brown hair. a guy on the edge of the chain of people turned and noticed the two of you and waved, "hey millie, and i'm assuming you're y/n? i've heard lots about you." he grins as you smile in return, recognizing him as the actor for john lydon.

"that's me, anson, right?" you question, attempting to match the name to a face. he smiled and nodded, "yeah, and i assume you're lookin for this guy?" he steps backwards revealing the boy you've been thinking of for the past seven months, the boy you've longed for, cried for.

he was standing right in front of you, and you didn't know how to react. anson smacked louis in the arm lightly, and louis turned to look at him catching a glimpse of you.

his eyes widened and he turned, catching your gaze. "oh my fucking god." he mutters as his lips turn up into his iconic lopsided smile that you've been thinking about for months.

anson makes a hand motion, telling him to go say hi and louis runs up and meets you halfway, embracing you in a hug. "i cant believe it, hi." he mumbles into your ear as he places a kiss on your neck.

"hi lou." you smile as he squeezes your waist softly. he pulls back and looks at you, "i love your outfit darling." he smiles, watching your face turn pink having not heard him use pet names in person for a long time.

"i love yours too, i'm excited to watch the show." you grin as he pulls you in for another hug. "i'm just so happy you're here." he mutters peppering soft kisses under your ear.

you place a kiss on his cheek as he leans back, caressing your face. "i've missed you so much. we have a lot to catch up on." he grins cheekily, pulling your face up towards his own.

you grin in response, "i've missed you more, and i can't wait." his face was so close, you could smell his mint breath fanning across your face tempting you to capture his lips in a kiss. he could smell the coconut chapstick on your lips, begging for him to come closer.

your lips touched and the two flavors entwined in a hug, meeting after what felt like forever. he wanted to save this moment in his pocket; hide it away like a shoplifter.

luckily for the both of you, cameras were going off left and right, letting you know that no one would forget this moment, not even you two.

you were both swept up by passion; happy and nervous to see each other again. happy because you had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime and nervous because you didn't want to lose this moment as a distant memory, like all of the kisses you shared months before.

your hand reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him down to reach you better. he smiled against your lips, deciding to continue this later.

you had both forgotten you were in public for a moment, too caught up in each other to even realize that everyone was cheering around you.

as your lips broke apart, swollen and longing for the other, your faces broke out in wide grins.

"that was long overdue." you muttered, holding one of his hands by your waistline. he threw his head back smiling, allowing you to admire him from a few inches below his face.

"yes, and we'll have to continue it later." he whispered softly as he smiled, noticing that you were staring. "i know i'm pretty, but it's rude to stare."

you chuckled, shaking your head at his cockiness. he smiled brightly, missing the way you laughed at his behavior. he treasured you like a pirate does with gold, keeping you locked away from anyone.

your romantic love was only for him, and his for you. he never wanted to leave you again, and he assured himself that he would make up for all that lost time, just as you promised yourself hours earlier.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

[roonilwazlibimagines]

Can I get some info/headcannon/pics of Theo nott because I’m really confused why everyone is simping and I want him to be in my dr because he seems great but I don’t know him. I saw a tiktok that says he would look like Gilbert from Anne with an E but I also keep seeing a picture of a certain model but I don’t know who

I’ve always seen him more as like a ‘soft boy’ with like brown hair and just looking kinda sweet but I am open to hearing what other people think because I’m only like 90% convinced.

I’ve always seen him to look like Daniel Sharman, but it’s the same kinda thing where it makes sense to me but it just isn’t the perfect match if that makes sense?

I can also see him with darker hair though, the first person to come to mind is Louis partridge but I’m also not 100% convinced either

I feel like I also like the ambiguity of Theo because that just means there are so many options and just so many scenarios to use him for. Personally I envision him as the Draco everyone wishes Draco would be, but I’m not 100% convinced on that either 🤷🏽‍♀️

Theo is just the man of our dreams because he could literally be anything you want

[timmymyluv]

act five.

of the let others wage war-you, happy child, marry.

future tsar/tsesarevich!timothee chalamet x princess!reader x romanov prince!louis partridge

series masterlist

act i

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Summary: In foreign land, you travel with your family to England to celebrate your sister Alexandra's marriage to the Prince of Wales. Facing the daunting reality of growing up, and losing your family spread across the continent as your royal profile rises, you learn power comes at a price.

Notes: and finally I'm writing again! I hit a little writing rut and was afraid this would be a filler chapter but every chapter is important and drives the story forward. I hope you enjoy it and please comment & send lots of love and feedback. Thanks!

“—it seemed as if she could dream her life away in such luxury of pensiveness, in which she made her present all in all, from not daring to think of the past, or wishing to contemplate the future.”

― Elizabeth Gaskell, North & South

Crowds cheered as they assembled in droves by the dock, a cloudy, gloomy early September day as your family embarked on the royal yacht the English sent on their behalf called the Victoria and Albert. Hearing your national anthem sung so proudly, you watched Alexandra tear up, moved by the patriotism of her people, and the anguish and grief of leaving her home country for her marriage. 

As the boat left the coast, you all waved to your people before you began your hour long journey across the Baltic Sea, then crossing into the English Channel to make your way to your sister’s new motherland. 

Feeling her frail, boney hands in yours, you clutch her tight towards yourself, an affirming, comforting squeeze to appease her nerves to the best of her ability. A gentle smile towards her, and she cannot help but mirror your expression, at ease knowing you were there for her. 

Falling asleep in her arms, the flickering moonlight peaking through the blinds until you had arrived at Kent in broad daylight. The sun had risen, much earlier than it usually did in Copenhagen or even as far as Aarhus, and the crowds that gathered easily outnumbered the Danes back home. No wonder they said the sun never set in the British Empire, for in every corner of the Earth, touched their influence. 

The weeks leading up to the toned down matrimonial service in St. George’s Chapel, cramped and paltry rather than the palatial Westminster Abbey out of the queen’s desire to remain in mourning for her late husband the Prince, and keep it an intimate, brief affair with only a minimal guest list and the most important individuals present only. 

Whenever you were not busy socializing with the guests as part of the bride’s side of the family, ceremonial teas, brunches, dinners, fundraisers, rehearsals, dress fittings, you would drown yourself in your ink and parchment. 

While your fiance explored Italy, Greece, before making his way to France to join his mother, you wrote to him daily, reaffirming the love you had for him even from a distance, worryingly asking if he still felt the same even after time apart, which he was glad to silence and quiet with his sweet, honeyed promises. 

"You tell me that I hold the happiness of a certain person in my hands", she wrote to Timothee. "If that is true, then his happiness is assured forever… this person loves me tenderly, and I love him in return, and that will be my happiness… you can be certain that I love you more than I ever can say"

 Setting aside your quilt and roll of parchment by your bedside, you tuck into bed, feeling your warm sheets against your feet and blow the candle before you fall into the sweet embrace of slumber and nightly rest. 

…

Blurry visions that you struggle to make sight off plague your peripheral vision. Arrived in haste with tired feet, you are drawn into a crowded, drawy bedroom in an unknown location, surrounded by pitiful murmurings, and ravaged sobbing. 

The hastily yet pompously dressed congregations parts for you to make through, the dim light shining down of what appears to be your dear Timothee in his bed, heavily weakened in his pale complexion, teary eyes, and swollen phalanges, looking dreamlike and angelic in his off-white cream blouse stained with sweat and droplets of blood from his throat and nose. 

Beside him stood his mother, looking frailer than ever, barely hanging on in her angular, emaciated form, tight fingers gripping on her son so taut as if he was to fade away right in front of her. 

Across from Timothee on the bed that stood in the centre of the bedroom was his younger brother, the Grand Duke Alexander, tall and muscular as he crouched down and wept into his brother’s shoulder with no restraint. 

Hearing you approach with hesitant footsteps, both mother and son look up at you with mirroring images of dismal grief and wracked desperation. In his blissful serenity, intoxicated by the morphine and painkillers prescribed hopelessly by his throng of doctors that gathered from all over Europe, Timothee manages a faint, yet reassured beam. 

“How beautiful is she my Dagmar, right Mother?” He croaks, and as if on cue, his mother bursts into screeched wailing into her son’s arms. 

Feeling your own tears brim, you shake your head profusely, in denial that he was slipping from your grasp, that life was to leave him. 

“We have done all that we could, Your Royal Highness. We had mistaken his symptoms of fatigue, back pain and sensitivity to light for rheumatism but it was not so. He is suffering with cerebro-spinal meningitis, and we had taken too long to discover it that it has spread up to His Imperial Highness’ brain and spine. We are truly sorry, Your Royal Highness.”  The jittery, trembling voice of the grey-haired, eccentrically mustached doctor only felt like daggers that went through your heart. 

Taking your hand into his, as unsteady and frigid as it was to your sweltering own in the height of the summer heat, Timothee gathers all of his strength to join your palms into his brother Alexander’s much larger hands, settling it adamantly against his chest, skeletal and bony from the weight he had lost in rapid succession. 

“Pug, Sasha- when I am to pass, you must fulfill not only my responsibility to Russia, as Tsar- but to my Dagmar. You must take her hand when I am no longer on this Earth. You must-promise me.” He whispers before he is interrupted by a gruesome cough, his phlegm laced with nasty infected mucous and porous blood. 

Sasha defiantly refuses incipiently, begging implorably and insisting that his episode of illness will pass, that he will live to walk down the aisle to make you his wife, and rule Imperial Russia as Tsar, but his hope dimmed by the second. 

As Timothee makes his last breath, a single tear flows down his cheeks, and you are overwhelmed with grief that weighs on your chest and entire being. Embracing him so securely your knuckles turned white and your chest pressed firmly against him as you vociferously wail above the similar sounds of the flock that huddled around you. 

His mother Maria Alexandrovna and the silhouette of who appears to be his father the Tsar Alexander II, whom you have barely met and only recognized from portraits and sparse carte-de-visites, clamber to clumsily pull you off from his lifeless form, overcome with their own grief. 

The seconds become hours, then days, to weeks and months that fade into one that time becomes incomprehensible. Falling in and out of sleep as you are in a daze that cannot be broken, rotting and melting into your bedsheets, refusing to wear anything but black, clothes fitting too loosely as you become so slim, so frail in your mourning that everyone in the royal circle worried about you. If only you could wake up from such bereavement, such melancholy- 

You abruptly sit up from your bed, drenched in sweat and salty tears that trickled down into your collarbones and chest. Your laced chemise clung to your skin as you had dramatically pushed away your jacquard duvet in your restless dream. 

Hearing your heartbeat thump so loudly against your ribcage that you can hear it vibrate against your eardrums, you wipe away the tears and perspiration that smothered you in such a dreadful, compelling dream that was all of your fears coming to the surface. 

Calming and soothing yourself as you wrapped your arms around your knees, reminding yourself that it was only a dream, only your subconscious that has been overwhelmed and exhausted from the events that had been preoccupying you in a foreign country that gave you an insight on the future that could await you. 

Striding away covertly into the quiet, yet well furnished kitchen in the cottage your family was to remain in before your return to Copenhagen, Dagmar reaches shakily for a glass bottle of water and pours into a small glass for herself. 

Gulping, pouring the cool water down your parched throat gives you slight but much needed relief from your state of desperation and skittishness. Pondering in the darkness with nothing but a miniature lighted candle in hand, you bite away trivial tears before you pour another glass for yourself. 

You do your best to return back to slumber in your mattress, but it is never to the same depth and comfort as before your dream. You fear you will never sleep the same again, if your dreams could become so severe, so ghastly that it will spill into your waking life. 

…

Queen Victoria requests for your presence after an early supper and horseback riding race down the track in Balmoral Castle. 

You winced as you falteringly trodded towards her office accompanied by a trusted Scottish companion of hers who had been personally sent for your company and speak with her alone. 

Ruffling your unruly curls that had been flying freely as you rid your stallion and beat the Queen’s second son Prince Alfred, the Duke of Edinburgh closely, before being scolded by one of the senior officials present for your lack of protocol due to your dearth of a riding hat that proper ladies, and more especially, royal princesses were supposed to adorn. 

“Her Royal Highness Princess Dagmar of Denmark, Your Majesty.” The royal herald announces your arrival as you stand rigidly by the gold engraved cream door, fiddling with the smooth cloth of your hoop skirt anxiously.   

“Let her in, and shut the door. I would like to speak to her alone.” As her quiet yet profoundly dignified voice echoes in the room, her thrush of servants and maids leave the room promptly, before the door is shut emphatically behind you. 

“Come my dear, you stand there as if I would bite you.” Queen Victoria jests, as you stare at her with round, frightened eyes  before you curtsey hastily and make your way across her oak desk. 

“Your Majesty, it is an honour to be in your presence and to be requested for a private audience with our dear Queen. to what do I owe the pleasure?” Looking up from your feet, you glance politely before you speak in a rehearsed tone, your hands folded closely in front of you. 

A glimmer passes by the elderly Queen’s ostensibly expressionless round, plump face, her silver and grey hair sticking through her signature onyx hued velvet fascinator pinned to the top of her head. You gulp nervously as if you were scolded as a child once more. 

“It has come to my attention that my second son, Alfred, has claimed you as an object of his fancy. He finds you very pleasing, pretty and fascinating enough that he would very much desire to request for your hand in marriage. I am not opposed to such a match, as much as I do not fondly look forward to another Danish match in our family. However, it would work fabulously well in which you could live in a household close to your sister.” She challenges you almost pointedly, and you balance in your head how to manage not to offend such a demanding, prideful yet protective matron figure. 

“I am warmly grateful that Her Majesty believes me to be as equally worthy a marriage prospect into the House of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha as my dear sister Alexandra, but I regret to inform you that I am already bethrothed to the Tsesarevich Timothee of Russia, Your Majesty.” You reply as a matter-of-factly. 

Staring at you with a knowing smirk, as if you had passed the test she had set up so dramatically for you to possibly falter, but impressed with your wit in the abridged bantering she had with you. 

“I am aware of those events, and I am sure Alred is no fool to be unaware either, but you must answer me honestly. If the Tsesarevich had not asked for your hand in marriage, would you have considered his?” 

You pause, deep in thought as you weighed your probabilities. Alfred was not anything close to a looker, sharing the same hooded, heavy blue Saxe-Coburg saucers that looked almost forlorn, permanently sleepy. He had been kind and slightly teasing in the faint encounter you had with him in the tracks, but not enough to judge his character accurately. 

“I would always take the time in getting to know and familiarize myself with his character before I would accept any proposals of matrimony, Your Majesty. I will speak genuinely in that I do not believe in a love in first sight, especially for a minor Princess of my standing, where marriage can make or break my future. His Royal Highness is a great man who will do many great things, but I believe that I am not fated to be his lifelong companion and he will meet his match in due time. I adore and cherish my sister entirely, fully, more than myself but I do not wish to live under her shadow either, your Majesty.” 

“You prideful, insolent girl! I had always known you were more intelligent, more spirited than your sister, but never to this degree.” You gulped nervously as her voice raised in pitch, leaving you aghast how such a petite woman could control the room with so little on her part. 

“I admire your strength, little Dagmar. You will need that vitality, that backbone if you are to survive in the chaos that is Imperial Russia and all that is Saint Petersburg. You remind me of myself in my youth, that drive, that determination to break out of the family  that had coddled and sheltered you. I pity, no- I fear the man who is to marry you, dear. You are a woman that cannot be tamed, cannot be controlled.” Queen Victoria smiles beratingly with a slight chuckle at you, shaking her head and you cannot help but mirror her grin. 

…