#slytherin fancast

[the-most-faithful]

Snape Gang Fancast

This is my Fancast

[bunny-1111]

Lorenzo Berkshire fancast

tell me I'm not delusional he is giving Enzo Berkshire to the CORE

[princess-weasley]

calling mattheo and theodore nicknames for the first time - slytherin concepts 🍓——————————————————————————————————-———————— in this the boys speaking will be in red, and you will be pink!

theodore nott x reader and mattheo riddle x reader, not at the same time——————————————————————————————————-———————— the first time you called mattheo “matty” it just sort of slipped out. you’d meant to call him matt, which at this point was a common nickname for him. and the first time he’d let slide, but you thought it was cute so you kept calling him that. until one day he snapped;

“would you just stop? m’not a fuckin’ baby y/n.” he said with his voice raised enough to put you in your place.

“sorry, it won’t happen again mattheo..” you replied somberly. that was the last time you called him that. you never set out to upset him, you just found that name cute.

weeks and months had past. you didn’t even dare to call him “matt”. but now you were strolling through hogsmeade stuck to mattheo’s side, holding onto his arm. clearly looking to make small talk, he looked down at you.

“baby, why do you never call me matty anymore?” he questioned.

“cause it upsets you..” you answered still embarrassed of what’d happened last time.

“mm. that was shitty of me, i thought it was cute, it must’ve just been a bad day. im real sorry doll.” he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes he always used.

“yeah, it’s okay matty. i forgive you. i love you.”

“love you too baby” he said kissing the top of your head, and the two of you continued walking.

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but the first time you called theodore “teddy” you’d thought about it. he really was your big teddy bear. even though he was a slytherin, and was often described as mean. at the end of the day he loved you so much, and would do anything for you.

you were waiting for him to say goodbye to his friends at the party you’d gone to with him. you would’ve already left, but you knew how he didn’t want you walking back to your dormitory by yourself.

“teddy?” you called out. waiting with anticipation of what he would say, and if he’d like it or not.

“you ready to go, tesoro?” he said grabbing your smaller hand and placing it in his bigger one. “and wait, what’d you call me?”

“teddy.. i think it’s cute. don’t you?” you replied.

“yeah it’s real cute kid. let’s go, it’s getting late.” and with that the two of you walked to your dorm, but not without a kiss first.

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[wcldnothings]

[moonsbypadfoot]

interest | theodore nott x female reader.

warnings : angst, fluff, based on real live events that I am still going through! (Some parts are still made up, I've only experienced the first half, the second half are made up) 😘🙃, slytherin reader (doesn't really affect the story), usage of y/n, short, short, short fan fiction, wrote this in like 30 mins, english isn't my first language and I am convinced that I'm dyslexic, second person pov,

have fun reading!

🦖

it was your fifth year at hogwarts, fifth year being friends with pansy, and your fifth year being hopelessly inlove with theodore.

yes, you've had 'relationships' before him, but he was still at the back of your mind. theodore was still lingering.

Theo seemed funny, moody, and so much more, but, you didn't expect him to like books.

Pansy looked down while eating her food, and simply said "you're reading little women too? Theodore loves that book" To which you hushed her immediately.

But that didn't stop you from asking her about Theo,later that day. "He likes it? " You asked, showing the book to pansy, "who likes what? " Pansy scrunched her eyebrows, and you groaned loudly.

"Theodore, pansy, Theodore! "

Pansy nodded her head, saying "oh yeah, he likes it". You gasped at how chill she is, and you said " This might be it pansy! ".

And oh you were right, it is it. You and daphne were sitting on a bench, gossiping about other people. When all of the sudden, Theodore passed you two, and said "Laurie, mhm? ".

"So you do like little women? " You and daphne's attention were shifted to him "since forever", and just like that, he left.

That became a more and more of a schedule for you to sit on that same bench everyday, on the exact same time. Daphne doesn't know that you still like him, it was well common knowledge that you used to like Theodore, but, everyone thought that you had moved on.

Daphne was so tired of Theodore, that whenever she sees him coming to you two, she'd roll her eyes sand say stuff like 'here he goes again' and make the biggest sigh ever.

Your first 'real' conversation was him coming up to you, saying "I like jo more than amy". At that point you didn't know what to say, neither Daphne or Pansy was there to make you less tense.

You scoffed "Amy is way better". You tried to keep yourself cool, and you did just that.

For days to days you two became closer. You'd have little chit chats after dinner, and your liking for him became bigger, but it shouldn't have.

"I have some little women.. Merch, I can send it to your room, later" Theodore suggested. "First of all, pansy would kill me if I had a boy in my room. Second of all, that will not happen cause if you do the stairs will turn into a literal slide and make you look stupid" You said, to which he just started at you.

You stupidly dreamt of him in your room, which is obviously forbidden.

Unsurprisingly, Daphne eventually found out about you still liking him, and she's convinced that Theo likes you back.

"Do you not remember what he said? 'I used to like little women, now I like it again because of her' and the boy pointed at you! And do you not remember quidditch? "

Oh boy, you do remember Quidditch.

His Quidditch match was last Wednesday, and two days before that, you two made a bet. If he won, you have to give him 15 galleons, and if he lose, he has to give you 15 galleons.

See, that same week, your professors had bombarded everyone with exams. So, if it wasn't for him you wouldn't have watched any of the Quidditch stuff.

That Wednesday, you kept exactly 15 galleons in your pocket. And, unsurprisingly he won. The slytherins celebrated like crazy, and, after that, you came up to him, saying "I could've bought myself candy but, I have your 15 galleons".

"No need for that," Theodore softly smiles, and went back to his friends who were cheering and waiting for him.

That day you couldve swore you spent a thousand hour telling pansy what you felt.

All of the sudden, Theodore didn't seem interested. You hadn't told Daphne about this, but pansy is so mas at him for the sudden stop of interest.

"See, boys are immature" Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes. "I wanted to know about his friend and, theodore-"

"Not so loud! " You sushed her, reminding that you two were still in the great hall. You doubt anyone heard you but, still, for safety reasons. "How about.. My 'him', we can call him uh.. "

"Toaster, cause if he doesn't act right Im gonna-"

"Hold your horses, pansy, let's call him trex"

"Fine, you're way too nice for that guy, and uhm, what should I call my 'him'? " Pansy asked, and, there was one minute of silence.

"Maybe trial number #2? "

That was the day your nicknames were born, and, things excelated from there. 'Trial #2', which is blaise, talked to pansy in the Slightest way possible, and 'trex' which is theo is talking to you, but he makes the conversation as dry as possible.

Theo is almost always the conversation starter, but when it comes to keeping the conversation going, it's you, and it is hardwork to keep Theo talking to you

That also reminded you of a conversation you had a long, long time ago with millicent. About how he's broken home and doesn't have a mother, and turns out it was true.

"So, that explains the on and off thing with you and him" Pansy shrugged "if you're really in love with him, you're in some really deep shit. Trial #2 barely talks to me"

and in deep shit you are, as the days became longer because he didn't want to talk to you. Pansy convinced you enough to just stop talking to him.

You felt better but, there is still something in you still craving him dearly.

"He's just there, pansy, like.. Like a word about to be spoken, but then vanishes out of our brains! One second he's there and the next he's gone! " You complained.

What made you more confused is that, you and him became more confusing. You felt like you're more than a friend, but you don't know what it is because of one thing he said.

It was common for you friends, lorenzo, and Mattheo, to tease you about Theo. It's as if they know.

Obviously, Theo was there too, along with Daphne next to you. "Y/n, I think you and Theodore are a good fit" Lorenzo laughed, and the others chimed with agreement. But, it was a subtle whisper from Theo that made you down for the rest of the day. "Don't say that, I like astoria"

You kept laughing, though it was obvious for those who actually knows you that your laugh was so fake.

You kept ignoring him, and you truly do feel better for once. As pansy says 'give him taste of his own medicine ' and you did what she said, and you felt better, for awhile.

Till he came up to you and forced you to confess.

"The fuck is wrong with you y/n? " Theodore said. "What do you mean? " You said, but, the pit in your stomach tells you exactly what he means.

"You're avoiding me. I thought we were friends"

"That's the problem" You said, in a confusing tone, which made him think.. Was it a question or a statement?

"I thought we couldve been more, Theo" You rolled your eyes at his oblivion, and you paused "you like astoria, don't you, mhm? You said it yourself".

Theo frowned "don't act so innocent, you and Macmillan were so close I thought you two were dating".

"I wasn't" You paused, "I moved on a long time ago, unlike you, no one moves on in the span of two weeks".

"Her friends told me she doesn't like me! "

"So what? That makes it right? I don't care if she likes you or not, I care if you like her or not. If I'm just your second choice, this won't work. Pansy told me that I'm better than any boys in Hogwarts, and I agree with her! Because boys like you suck"

"I like you, okay? Will you get that into your thick skull?" Theodore groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You're weird" You said, "what about me Is weird? " Theo asks.

"Your on and off stuff. You act interested, then when I actually wanna talk to you you get so dry, do you not think of that? Or you're actually really dumb? "

"You ignored me too"

"That's because I wanted you to feel what I felt! "

You honestly felt sad but, anger was more visible. But Theo looked emotionless. He wasn't happy, angry, sad, he was just there.

You both wanted to say something, but you didn't. Neither you nor Theo said a thing. You opened your bag and found your book, well, technically his.

"Here's a book that i borrowed" You said, giving it to him. "You can keep it" Theo pushed the book back to you, but your hand didn't budge. "No thanks, theo.. Ive written somethings in pencil. Don't worry too much because it's so thin you could barely tell what I wrote, a single swipe with your finger or eraser, it'll be gone".

A week has passed. And you knew for a fact he didn't re read the book.

On your favorite page, you wrote 'three broomsticks, next month, 9:00 AM? ' a month ago.

You knew way more than to come there, or did you?

[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger

M.R

Summary; You thought Mattheo was different, but he’s just like everyone else.

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, nsfw, underage smoking & drinking, angst. Douchebag Mattheo.

Inspired by Stranger - By Jhene Aiko

I ain’t posted in hella long im sorry if u thought I was dead xox 🥰🥰😘💋💋💋

Pt 2

We at 700+ followers yall!! I love u guys 🥺🥺💋❤️❤️

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You tried to ignore the familiar feeling you would get each time you were around Mattheo. The stinging that tickled your irises each time you started to view him in a new light, each time you saw everybody else in his features.

Why was this such a common occurrence during the span of your relationship? You and Mattheo never talked, and if you did- it was only in bed. It was exhausting and you couldn't deny that.

He was starting to look more and more like the people who had used you in the past. The ones who discarded your well-being for their own sick pleasure. You stared at him from across the Slytherin table, an inexplainable sadness etched onto your tired features.

Mattheo was the last person you expected to turn out like a copy and paste of your past experiences.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be lovingly attentive, affectionate and gentle with you.

He noticed your gaze, his brow arching in silent question. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, forcing your eyes off of him. He shrugged dismissively, recentering his attention to the conversation he was in the midst of.

What hurt even more, was the fact that you had told him about the others. Every single one of them that he had promised you he wasn’t like. And you trusted him.

But he lied.

He didn’t care. He never did. And if that information wasn’t crystal clear, you didn’t know what was.

Daphne nudged your side, her brows furrowing in concern as she scanned your melancholic features. “You alright, lovely?” She asked gently.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter and shakier than you had intended— blinking back the tears that threatened to escape your glossy eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave you an unbelieving look, but decided against being pushy. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She offered a soft smile, her brows furrowing.

“Sure,” you replied, a grateful tone to your voice as you nodded.

She went back to chatting with Pansy, and you found your regretfully longing gaze flickering back to Mattheo. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It hurt so bad.

He wasn’t paying you any mind, blatantly unconcerned despite the sadness he found in your expression. He boasted about something or other to Theo and Blaise— both of the boys watching him verbally show off in amusement. Usually, you would have been fond of the sight. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Or— well, he was.

It was routine for you now. This wasn’t your first rodeo— you knew how this worked.

So, the same night— when he laid you down in your dorm room, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not that he cared, or anything.

And when he left, you lied in bed— your gaze locked onto the ceiling. You’d lazily thrown a t-shirt and underwear back on— Mattheo nowhere to be seen. He didn’t even have the decency to stay back and make sure you were okay, and help clean you up. Not like he used to, anyways.

The hickeys and bite marks littering your skin were a constant reminder of what once was. Shame engulfed your body, an all too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t control the tears beginning to spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks in a rapid manner. You broke down, your body wracking with sobs— burying your face into a pillow to muffle said sobs.

When your roommates walked in, Daphne and Pansy, they immediately saw your state— rushing to your sides and consoling you as you fell apart. They shared a worried glance, knowing exactly what— or in this case, who— caused this.

Over the next few days, you’d been avoiding him. Daphne and Pansy both covered for you, giving Mattheo bullshit and half assed excuses as to why you couldn’t see him.

But, it’s not like he was actively searching for you, anyways.

You thought you were indifferent to this by now. You wanted to be. But you actually trusted him this time, you loved him.

But as you stared at him from across the Potions classroom, watching as he flirted shamelessly with girls who hung onto his every word— you knew you’d never become accustomed to the hurt and pain that followed betrayal.

You knew you had to cut things off, and that’s exactly what you did. You couldn’t allow yourself to mope around aimlessly for any longer.

After class, you pulled him into an empty hallway and went off— cussing him out in an emotion fueled rant. He got what he wanted, and he no longer needed you. He made that very obvious.

He replied with a simple, “okay,” before turning and disappearing down the hallway. You watched as he left, the sound of your heart shattering echoing throughout your own ears.

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[ilyregulus]

tell me you get the vision bc that's 1st year dorcas meadowes

[motherearthlovesus]

tanning and teasing (t.n)

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

synopsis: ice cubes, bikini strings, and a smouldering sun leave you both heated and distracted

your fingers were sticky, your chin was sticky and the tip of your nose was sticky. the sun was melting your ice cream faster than you could eat it. “i love when you make a mess” theo teased. “i could cook an egg on the sand, how do you expect me to eat an ice cream gracefully?” you kept eating the melting ice cream, making everything stickier. you and theo were sitting on some rocks that stuck out beyond the shoreline. you couldn’t see anything behind you, it felt like you were sitting on the edge of the world. “i cant stand it”, he gestured for your hands, “let me clean you up”. he tried to wipe the melted ice cream off your hands and chin but it was too hot and the napkin was too dry. “ow, you’re just tugging at my skin theo”. “sorry piccola. how about this?” he smirked at you and took an ice cube out of his take-away cup and rubbed it on your hands to clean the ice cream off. you tensed at the coldness against your warm hand that had almost started to burn. after you were clean you finished your ice cream and rolled onto your stomach to start tanning. you propped your head up on a towel to start reading a book. “theo, can you untie my bikini top? i don’t want to get tan lines” you asked as though your voice was dripping with honey. without skipping a beat he pulled your bikini string and it fell off your back. you could feel the sun penetrate your skin, browning and burning each and every cell. you felt a jolt run down your back. theo was running an ice cube down it. “how’s that mi amore” he smirked at you. “cold and distracting theo” you rolled your eyes, turning back to your book ,and tried to ignore how that jolt ran down to your core.

ugh idk if i like this one

[ripmyselfxd]

Tom Riddle Headcannons Warnings: Spicy, swearing

Tom Riddle who gets WAY to overprotective over the simplest of things

Tom Riddle who isn’t afraid to show everyone your his…

Tom Riddle who won’t let another man get within 5 feet of you

Tom Riddle who is always on top

Tom Riddle who loves to see you squirm under him

Tom Riddle who never gets tired of fucking you

Tom Riddle who is obsessed with your scent

Tom Riddle who studies with you in the library before tests

Tom Riddle who knows what he wants when it comes to power

Tom Riddle who lets you sleep on him

Tom Riddle who can’t get enough of you

Tom Riddle who loves when you get flustered or blush

Tom Riddle who is your boyfriend

[the-most-faithful]

Regulus Arcturus Black

[sailorgoon13]

Theodore Nott

Basics:

Full Name: Theodore Nott

Nickname: Theo

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 4 November, 1979

Heritage: English/ Italian

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Blackthorn, Unicorn hair, 11 3/4", Slightly Flexible

Appearance:

Hair Color: Dark brown, a bit fluffy

Eye Color: Striking baby blue

Skin Tone: Olive

Height: 6'

Body Type: Lean and athletic. Tall, well proportioned

Style: Well-fitted jeans or chinos paired with a crisp button-down shirt or a cashmere sweater. Accessories are key to his look, with luxurious touches like leather loafers, silk scarves, and perhaps even a designer watch or cufflinks. His color palette leans towards darker tones like charcoal, navy, and deep burgundy

Features: Confidence, Mysterious aura, Sharp wit, Distinctive voice, Leadership

Personality:

Traits: Reserved, Loyal, Manipulative, Intelligent, Emotionally Complex

Likes: Privacy, Fine literature, Refines tastes, Debates, Chess

Dislikes: Arrogance, Lack of ambition, Betrayal

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading, Playing Piano

Fears: Vulnerability, Rejection, Turning to the Darker side

Family and Friends:

Father: Mr. Nott

Valued Pure-Blood status

Supporter of Voldemort's cause/ Death Eater

Mother: Mrs. Nott

Died when Theo was young

Instilled his love for literature and fine art

Taught him Italian

Friends: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle

Magic:

Special Abilities: His father taught him darker magic when he was young, though he doesn't like to use any of it. Particularly good at charms and hexes

Boggart: A memory of when he witnessed his mother dying

Patronus: Fox

Polyjuice: Would look velvety black with sparkling flecks of gold and silver. Smell like earthy Italian herbs and leather books with a hint of roses. It might taste like dark chocolate infused with hints of espresso and blackberry, with a subtle undertone of smoky oak and vanilla

Amortentia: Bergamont, Sandalwood, Freshly Brewed Coffee, Dark Chocolate

Backstory:

Theodore Nott was born into a prestigious pure-blood wizarding family, his childhood filled with the enchanting landscapes and rich cultural heritage of Italy. His mother, a talented witch with a passion for art, literature, and music, imparted upon him a love for the finer things in life. She taught him how to speak Italian, play the piano, and appreciate the beauty of the magical world around them.

However, Theodore's childhood took a tragic turn when his mother passed away, leaving him with a profound sense of loss. Compounding his grief was the revelation that his father, though also deeply devoted to his family, had been a follower of Voldemort. With Voldemort's downfall, Theo's father met his demise, leaving Theo with conflicting emotions and a sense of isolation.

Despite his father's past affiliations, he distanced himself from his family's dark legacy, choosing instead to honor his mother's memory by embracing the values she had instilled in him. He found comfort in the company of his friends, particularly during Christmas vacations and over the summer, when he would often stay with classmates Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Enzo Berkshire.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Theodore excelled academically and athletically, distinguishing himself as a talented and ambitious student. His keen intellect, strategic mind, and refined tastes set him apart from his peers, earning him both admiration and envy. Despite facing teasing and discrimination for his softer side and Italian accent, Theo remained resilient, drawing strength from the bonds of friendship that sustained him.

He discovered a passion for Quidditch, becoming the star keeper for the Slytherin team. With each dive and save, he felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration, leaving behind the weight of his worries and losses, if only for a moment.

Academics:

Best Subject: Charms

Favorite Subject: DADA (But he won't tell you its really Astronomy)

Favorite Professor: Flitwick

Worst Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Slughorn

Student Life:

Academically excels in his studies, particularly in subjects like Potions and Charms

A regular fixture in the Hogwarts library, spending hours poring over ancient texts and refining his magical skills, teaching himself a new language, (Or really just hiding behind a romance novel)

Respected by his classmates for his intellect and admired for his cool demeanor, though some may find him enigmatic or intimidating.

He enjoys spending time in the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, honing his skills as Keeper

He also indulges in his love for art, literature, and music

Girls at Hogwarts are drawn to Nott's confidence, intelligence, and refined tastes, finding themselves mesmerized by his cool demeanor and mysterious aura

While he remains discreet about his romantic interests, there is no shortage of girls vying for his attention and affection.

Template: @hazyange1s

[yourgalgremlin]

Maxence Danet-Fauvel will always be my Barty Crouch Jr fancast✨

[princess-weasley]

request: can you do enzo berkshire x bestfriend reader? - i hope this works 🤍

𐙚 princess speaks; to the anon who requested a mattheo fic based on cruel summer, i 100% would love to write you a fic. but i don’t really see myself connecting to taylor swift enough to write a fic using her song. im sorry love! i hope you can forgive me 🤍

lorenzo berkshire x hufflepuff bestfriend reader !

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𐙚 enzo berkshire was your first friend at hogwarts. the second you stepped foot on that train, the brunette boy waved you over. and naturally you sat with him, that big goofy smile making this new experience seem not so scary.

𐙚 enzo came to your dorm everyday during your first two years. he knew you really missed your muggle friends back home, but hogwarts was where you truly belonged. each day, he’d come in just to check on you. even when you’d told him multiple times that you were fine. but he always knew better.

𐙚 every week he would listen to you gab on and on about your new crushes, never once interrupting. in return you’d listen to him talk about the girls he was seeing. neither of you were jealous, but resentment definitely was in the air when the other got a partner. especially when you starting dating cedric.

𐙚 the two of you’d been shipped an absurd amount of times. maybe to everyone else you spent too much time together. but he was one of the only people you felt you could trust at hogwarts. 

𐙚 despite him being a slytherin, and you a hufflepuff, he was nothing but cordial to you. you dragged him to many hangouts with your friends, them simply staring at him in shock. surely a big scary slytherin shouldn’t be at your small hangout, but you assured your friends multiple times that he didn’t bite and was really just a big teddy bear. this led to all of your friends treating him as if he was one of the girls, a true member of the friend group.

𐙚 and on the other hand, you of course would hang out with his friends as well. all of them welcoming you with open arms. pansy adored your style, blaise loved to tease you, draco saw you as the sibling he never had, and mattheo and theodore constantly bickered over who should be aloud to take you out on a date. even though lorenzo would never let that happen. 

𐙚 since you’d been welcomed into the slytherin friend group, this also came with added protection. so when cedric broke your heart, he ended up in the infirmary for the rest of the weekend. you were upset at first, but your hufflepuff and slytherin friends told you it was well deserved.

𐙚 every summer you’d write notes back and forth to each other. eventually even learning to apperate to see each other more often. he really was your rock, and you couldn’t bear to be without him.  ——————————————————————————————𐙚 love, princess weasley

taglist; @littlemadamred @helendeath @the-sylver-dragon @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @spookypeacesandwich

[teenageheartthrob]

Maruaders- Types of Love

James loves like a happy puppy, with his full heart. It’s almost innocent, as if he hasn’t yet been touched by the hurt of the world, and you supposed in many ways he hasn’t. Although naiveity can often be exciting, you could barely keep up with the hyperactive toddler. It was a shame really that he wasnt the dog, it would’ve been much easier to get him to run laps of the Quidditch pitch. He loves in all five love languages, you’re never short of displays of affection, and James would rather die than to leave you questioning his intentions. He followed you everywhere, physically or otherwise. Even on the pitch his eyes found yours in an instant, the softness behind the contact making your heart beat just a little faster.

Sirius loves fiercely, like he could lose you at any moment. As if his next breath might be his last and maybe breathing you in will save him from the empty clutches of death. Sirius loves with the weight of the fear of his entire family behind him. Perhaps each emotion is as passionate as the other. He loves you like a whirlwind romance, burning and intense. Your friends wouldn’t be surprised to hear one day that the two of you had actually been married for months, having eloped as a display of your endless affection.

Remus loves tenderly, with patience and care. Maybe he's scared of himself, of what he could do to you, but in reality, he's more scared of what you could do to him. He has a tough exterior, he has to, it was the only way he could hope to survive, but you could tear all that down in a second if you looked at him the right way. It fucking terrified him. He loves tenderly, treats you as the love of his life (because you are), but he loves from a distance. Ever so cautious, calculating the damage each of you could feasibly sustain. He watches with a loving gaze and lazy smile, behind shaggy hair, unaware of your blush hiding behind your own.

[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger pt. 2

Summary; When Mattheo finds you in a compromising situation after the break-up— he isn’t sure if he can keep his buried feelings from arising once more.

Hello beautifuls! Since yall wanted a part 2– ask and you shall receive. Hope u like it! 😘💋 (also this was not proof read so I apologize for any grammar mistakes <33)

Tw; angst, toxicity, cursing, anxiety attack, bad ending?, lmk what else

pt 1

Stranger taglist! @delialinda123 @ivrrsarahh @angelslike-you @helendeath @hisparentsgallerryy @kiroyal22 @priyanichhabra  @seijakusstuff @aniloversay @armn4rlert 

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You and Mattheo hadn’t interacted since the break-up, and you couldn’t even recognize the person he was— or the person you thought he was— anymore.

He’d turned into everybody else— a stranger.

You no longer knew him, and he no longer knew you.

You weren't sure how you found yourself back at the Astronomy Tower— your frequent getaway spot with Mattheo— sitting atop the cold flooring, your back pressed against the wall. The beautiful golden locket with a snake, yours and Mattheo’s initials engraved into it clutched tightly in your hand. He put protection spells and charms on it, to ensure your safety. He’d gifted it to you a few months ago, for your birthday.

Before you could recollect your thoughts and emotions, tears pricked the corners of your eyes, burning your nose and forcing your lower lip to tremble.

Memories of you and him begun to flow in, a constant reminder that he isn’t really a stranger, and he’ll never be.

Your heart thumped loudly against your rib cage, the realization of your situation hitting you like an unstoppable tidal wave. You tried to steady your breathing, but this proved difficulty as it became harder and harder to breathe at all.

It felt like you were suffocating, the doubt creeping in and wrapping around your throat— cutting off your airflow.

You hyperventilated, on hand resting atop your erratically beating heart— the other resting on your throat, pleading to open up.

You’d never been this bad after a breakup before. It was like your body was recognizing his absence— panicking once it was unable to find him.

You couldn’t even process the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs, not until the person they belonged to was right in front of you.

Lifting your blurry gaze, you were met with the distorted figure of Mattheo.

You were too choked up to comprehend, your vision too unclear to make out the concern, and veiled gilt, buried inside his dark orbs. In a swift motion, he was by your side— pulling you into his arms and whispering reassuringly in a feebly desperate attempt to console you.

His ever so gentle hand rubbed up and down your back rhythmically, the other gently pushing back rebellious strands of hair out of your tear filled eyes.

You leaned into him, unable to deny the comforting calmness your body so badly needed.

His fingers danced along the skin of your face, softly patting away the tears that resided upon your flushed cheeks.

Once you were capable of formulating coherent thoughts and sentences, you choked out weakly. “Why?”

Despite the lack of elaboration, he seemed to understand your words completely fine. His dark eyebrows furrowed, his shameful gaze averting from you.

Once he was able to find his words, he spoke up. “Because I love you.”

If he wasn’t so hellbent on masquerading his thoughts and feelings, he probably would have cried on the spot.

”Too much. And it hurts, (Y/N). I’m afraid.”

Your gaze flickered across his features, the pale moonlight reflecting off those beautiful eyes that you had fallen in love with.

There was an unmistakable vulnerability in his irises as he forced himself to meet your gaze. “And I thought if I was cruel— if I made you hate me… if I just- if I just distanced myself from you— it would go away. But it didn’t. I still love you. I always will, and I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, I thought it would be for the best.”

You remained silent, your gaze searching his for any sign of deceit, or proof his words didn’t hold as much truth as he made them out to have.

But, regretfully, you found nothing— and it made your head spin.

Because, as far as you’re concerned, he remained faithful throughout your relationship. He didn’t sleep or do anything physically with another person. But in a way, he still broke your trust. He proved to be everything he said he wasn’t. You didn’t understand why or how you could still hold positive feelings for him, but you couldn’t deny the truths he spoke.

Your expression softened a fraction, stray tears slowly gliding down the path of your tender cheeks. Your expression slowly hardened once more, your last defenses being put up as anger, confusion and hurt swirled inside your jumbled mind— making it hard to understand your own thoughts.

He looked at you, seemingly distinguishing the anger in your features. “I know, love.” He whispered, “you have every right to be angry. You can hate me. I don’t blame you for a second. It’s all my fault, and if I wasn’t being so selfish— I might have considered your feelings.”

“You can’t do this to me, Mattheo.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse and stuffy. “You— You’re fucking with my head, and it’s throwing me off- and I-I can’t.. I’m so confused.” You stuttered, unable to put your scrambled thoughts into words. “You aren’t supposed to hurt the people you love.”

His heart ached at the sound of your voice, his gut twisting painfully at the words and ragged breaths that fell from your parted lips. “Just one more chance.” His tone was practically begging, the desperation rolling off his tongue.

“I can’t let myself get hurt again, Mattheo.” You spoke, rising to your feet— the cool air hitting you as you removed yourself from Mattheo’s warm embrace. His hand outstretched for you longingly, before he forcibly placed it into his lap. His eyes remained glued onto you, even as you made your way to the stairs.

You looked over your shoulder, your brows furrowing. “I’m sorry, Mattheo. I still love you.” The last sentence was barely an octave above a whisper— your irises reflecting sadness. “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, you descended along the stairs— the emotional and physical distance between the two of you increasing with every step— your shoes clicking against the floor in a break of the heavy silence weighing upon you both.

He couldn’t deny the flicker of hope in his chest following the words ‘I’ll think about it.’ —-

pt 3?? 🤭🤭

and should they get back together???? Give me ideas plssssss

(got the inspo for this when listening to ‘same old love’ by Selena Gomez during writers block so u can thank her for this 😂😂)

[nottsdarling]

Drunk Rambles

: ex!bf theo x reader

: word count ; 706

: cw: MNDI!!!, smut, drunk!theo, sexual languages, praise, body worship (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), face riding, rekindling

: a/n! this is my first fic ever so I’m sorry if there’s any errors etc ^_^

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The soft blankets fell against your legs as you got out of bed, investigating the continuous knocking and thumps at your dorm room door. Slender fingers reached out towards the brassy doorknob, twisting it with a slight creak. Your mouth fell agape. Standing (well rather swaying) infront of you was Theodore Nott, a man you swore to never interact with again. With a quick look, you slammed the door in his face just about when he was going to speak. Your almost limp body slide down the wooden door, unable to think straight.

Do I let him in? What do I do? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Slowly pushing your body upwards, and straightening out a few strands of hair, you unlocked the door again. Theodore fell into your arms, slurring his words to the point where you couldn’t understand.

“I miss hic you… p-please… I- I need to-“

He spoke, mumbling and wiping his salvia all over your chest. Letting out a pitiful sigh, you dragged him towards your bed, pushing him underneath the covers.

“I… I need you… I need to tell you…”

Theo began speaking again, trying his best to coordinate his words together so that you would understand. His body instinctively scooted closer to yours, gravitating towards your touch. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming uneven. He inhales deeply, savoring your scent. Oh how he loved how you smelt, your touch, everything. He eventually pulls away, mumbling something incoherently against the soft skin of your neck.

“What did you say? Theo?”

You whispered, your voice trembling ever so slightly. Your heart pounds in your chest, as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. Pushing his hand away from your thighs, you shook your head.

“You’re drunk. You’re drunk Theo, no.”

He nodded, acknowledging that he was in-fact under the influence. A drunken smile spread across his (handsome) face.

“But that doesn’t make anything… hic… less true, principessa.”

He mutters, his hand traveling down to your thighs again. You blushed, squeezing your thighs together against his large hand.

“You’re so beautiful… so hic pretty… I need you, bambina.”

Theo whispered, his voice an octave lower as his index finger began to rub your clit through your soaked panties. Letting a small moan slip, Theo felt his cock instantly harden. Slipping a finger into your wet hole, you let out a small whimper.

“You’re so fucking perfect… you always have been, so pretty and your body così bello.”

He spoke, his voice ringing out through your eardrums. Softly pulling down your shirt, he exposed your boobs. He almost came on the sight of them. Pulling his hand back, Theo sucked on his index finger, devouring the taste of your cunt. You didn’t know how you got in this position, but you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good. Slowly rocking your hips against Theodore’s mouth, you swore that it felt better than it used too.

“Ohh fuckk,”

You moaned out, your hands supporting your body by pressing up against the wooden headboard. Maybe because you were so pent up, or maybe you missed his mouth, but he had made you cum in under 6 minutes.

“T-Theo! Holy fuck… fuck fuck!”

Almost screaming out his name as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, letting all your juices and cum be licked up like a hungry man by Theo.

Letting Theo rest on your bare chest was something else. The spark between you two had been relit, emerging into a new flame of love and forgiveness. You missed him, just as much as Theo had missed you.

“You did so good, cara bella,”

Theo murmured into the skin of your left breast, his other hand resting on the right. You blushed, your fingers entwined with his soft locks.

“I missed you… I didn’t know what to do so I turned to drinking again… I’m sorry, forgive me,”

He begged, his eyes showing genuine emotion. You felt your heart throb, you had missed him too. It somewhat hurt to realize that this breakup was for the worst, and not the best.

“I’ll always love you, we’re soulmates, tesoro…”

To which you agreed with a gentle kiss on his forehead.

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