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Avalyn Lestrange

twenty something | she/her | slytherin | intp

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If you're reading this...

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[taylorswift]

And, baby, that’s show business for you. New album The Life of a Showgirl. Out October 3  ❤️‍🔥

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[avalynlestrange]

I’m crying and inspired to write

[nottswitch]

theodore ‘i’d let the world burn for you’ nott

mattheo ‘i’ll make the world burn for you’ riddle

i don’t make the rules. case closed.

[programaticallydelicious]

This is a neutral post

Feel free to stop here and rest before journeying to the posts below.

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spreading these occasionally would be nice…

[justawriterinprogress-deactivat]

As someone with major anxiety who can’t fucking stop themself from scrolling, i appreciate posts like this

[sabxynsweet]

more sweetheart!reader with mattheo

You’re sitting on the chair next to Mattheo, a chair that once belonged to Theodore Nott who was now sitting off to the side with Enzo and Blaise as they watched you lean all your body weight on the hand that rested on Mattheo's desk.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"Hmm?" He looks down at you.

"Your hair, it looks a bit different." You watch in adoration as he runs his fingers through his hair, only for his curls to fall perfectly back in place.

"Good different?" He smirks.

"Very good different." You say quickly, making him laugh.

The two of you don't hear Theo, Blaise and Enzo snickering at you a few seats away.

"That is a girl in love." Pansy says, frowning at her friend, “It's almost hard to watch."

"Mattheo is going to break the poor girl's heart." Blaise says, always amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Theo chuckles, "the other day, I was talking about some movie and he casually says 'yn loves that movie'."

"So? That's normal. By now, they’re friends, aren't they?" Enzo asks, Theo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, first of all, Mattheo isn't friends with girls." He points to Pansy. "Unless they're his friends' girlfriends or whatever."

Pansy grins, and throws her feet on Blaise's lap.

"And secondly, Mattheo knew her favourite. movie." Theo emphasises.

The group nod and gasp in agreement.

“You’re kidding! I’ve known him for 3 years and he still can’t remember my birthday!” Enzo complains.

“Sorry, Enzo, you’re not his girl.” Blaise snickers.

"Should we be worried that they can hear us?" They turn their attention to the pair sitting a couple seats away.

You were in a fit of giggles over something Mattheo was saying, his entire presence making you giddy. Their focus was set on you two, your focus was set on each other.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about that."

to the two people who sent me asks - they’re in my drafts!! coming so soon, i promise. i have so many drafts of situationship!mattheo i might just skip this awkward “friends” stage

[petaltexturedskies]

Taylor Swift, August

[avalynlestrange]

Good Luck, Babe!

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Reader (Draco x Pansy in the background)

Reader: she/her pronouns, no mentioned house, artsy

Warnings: Heartache, they don’t make up, not proof read

Category: Angst, songfic, one-shot,

Summary: In which you call off a two year secret kind of love affair.

Author’s Note: Just realised that this song isn’t even in an album and it’s giving me anxiety on where to put it 🤣

Word Count: <2k

The great hall is already buzzing when you arrive. Students chatter hum in the background, gentle music plays on a record player on the stage, and the scent of syrup and bacon wafts through the air. You tuck your sketchbook under one arm, and catch the sight of Pansy as she sits with her usual squad.

Her black bob hair bounces like they always did when she laughs too hard. Her boyfriend - the infamous only child of Lucius Malfoy - tosses his arm around her shoulder like she was a trophy.

It's fine, it's cool. You don’t flinch. You’ve rehearsed this a thousand times by now.

Pansy looks up.

Your eyes meet.

One second.

Two.

The corners of Pansy’s smile wavers. She blinks and turns away. Pansy leans into Draco, then kisses his cheek.

You pull your gaze away and keep walking. Past the first years doing their homework. Past the swirl of her perfume.

Flashes of memories hits you like tidal waves…

Warm breath, candle lights dimmed, Pansy’s pinkie hooking around yours at the back section of the library. A whisper of “no one can ever know.” A kiss that tasted like nerves and rose lip gloss.

Jasmine scented letters sent by different owls, poetry written in longing, playlists shared that are filled with confidential desire. A moving picture of kisses on cheeks. A coded message signed at the back of ‘My Baby’.

Hand holding in empty corridors, stolen moments in broom closets, brushing of fingers in passing. An after class excuse of ‘I have tutoring’. A tiptoe back into dorms late at night.

You don't wanna call it off.

But she doesn't wanna call it love.

So this is the way it has to be.

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Potions class first period is the kind of awkward you could cut with the blunt pencil in your hand. You sketch the frown lines of the head of Slytherin house on a loose sheet of parchment paper. He’s grumpier than usual, must’ve had the Gryffindors the previous period.

Professor Snape announces that you are to work in pairs. When he reads your name and Pansy’s, the class goes still for half a second too long. You don’t react. You sit on the stool beside Pansy. No words are spoken between you at first. The cauldron between you both remained empty.

Pansy swirls her pen between her fingers. Then she bites her fingernails. A tell tale sign that she’s nervous. You want to place

Your eyes are drawn to her lips. Guess you’re the fool. No matter how much it makes your heart heavy, when you can’t be affectionate in public like you have done numerous of times in the shadowed corner of unoccupied classroom, you still love her. Even she hasn’t said those three words back to you.

A loud pop behind you jolts you back to the present moment and makes Pansy’s pen fall to the floor. You pick it up and hand it over. Your fingers brushed.

Pansy pulls back too fast.

“Thanks.” she said, softly.

You just nod. “Anytime.”

The rest of the lesson, you’re both giggling and talking nonsense. Feels nice interacting like this out in the open.

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It’s been long a day and you were walking past Pansy’s locker. Since there weren’t anyone significant around, you decided to leave her a little note saying ‘I missed you today. Meet at our usual?’ You’re cliché, who cares?

It's still a kind of love affair that brings butterflies to your stomach and also ties it into knots.

You walk to the divination tower. It’s a quiet place after school time. No one comes here. They all rush to the library to study, or the courtyard to relax or to save a spot in the astronomy tower for an evening date. You take out your sketchbook and scribble soft features of the girl that you met here.

Smiling to yourself, you recall the day you found Pansy singing quietly as she uses a brush to paint bright colours on her eye lids.

“That suits you,” you complimented. You didn’t know what came over you. You don’t usually talk to students you don’t know. But she looked gorgeous sitting there, joyfully being creative.

“Thanks,” she turned to look at you, “You’re the one who sits in front of me during charm always drawing.”

“Yeah.” You said sheepishly.

“What’s this?” Pansy snaps.

You look up. Her eyebrows scrunching, and her hand clasping a piece of paper in front of your face. As she waves it around, you catch a glimpse of the ink and handwriting.

“Well babe, I just wanted to see you. How else do I let you know to come here? I don’t understand why you look so mad,” You take a step towards her silent pacing body, “Babe. What’s wrong?”

“This. You can’t be leaving things like this in my locker! I’ve told you before not to give me anything so publicly.” Pansy throws the note. Your heart hurts as if it’s the one absorbing the impact as the paper hits the floor.

“I didn’t sign it. I didn’t write my name. They could just think we’re friends. So please stop worrying.”

“No! But what were you thinking? No. You weren’t thinking. Draco could’ve found this! Others could’ve seen you place this in there! I told you that no one can find out about us,” Her voice in a whisper but message so loud, “for this to work, we need to keep this a secret.”

Tears start to trickle out your eyes. You only wanted to see her privately. You didn’t want to wait for hours on end like you usually do, hoping Pansy comes here of her own accord or that you’d have to look for her in the library, perhaps even find her in other nooks and cranny hiding from the pressures of the world.

“What even is this? What are we?” You know the answer, so why did you ask?

“Together!”

“No. You and Draco are together. You and I are just a shadow of that.” You’ve had conversations like these before and you’re getting tired of it.

“Is that why you wrote to me so publicly? Huh? To let people know? What is wrong with you? You get off from outing me?”

You cry, “That’s not fair. I just need a little loving.”

“Well I just need a little air” Pansy storms off, leaving you.

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Pansy stumbles upon a drawing of her under the seat pillow of the divination classroom. Her heart beat racing when she sees your signature at the bottom right hand corner. She neatly fold it in half and stuff it in her book bag. Maybe she was too harsh on you last night.

When you ignore her wave during third period charms, she decided she’ll make it up to you with a picnic at your usual meeting room. Gestures like that normally patches things up between the two of you.

Little does she know that whilst Pansy plans this in her head, your mind is thinking you’re going to call it off. Even if she apologises for being sharp with you. Even she calls it love. Even if it carves out a large portion of your heart. You just had to survive the day without bumping into her. Else you might change your mind.

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After dinner, you climb the ladder leading to Professor Trelawney’s classroom. The room is lit with floating candles. Your hand scrapes against the wood as you pull yourself upright.

Pansy is sat on a blanket sprawled out with a basket and glasses of what seems to be either red wine or blackcurrant juice. Her favourite drinks. A feeling within your chest stings deep down, but you clench your teeth with the resolve you have from earlier today.

“Hey,” Pansy calls out softly.

You don’t respond.

Only when you don’t move further does Pansy continues, “I brought your favourites.” She smiles and motions towards the set up on the floor.

One second.

Two.

The corners of Pansy’s smile wavers.

“I also found this.” She opens up a folded page, and reveals a sketch of yours you thought you had lost. You had a panic looking for that very paper the other day, in fear of someone coming across it and calling you or Pansy out, before deciding it must have been buried under all the paper pile in your room.

“I really like it.” She says, patting the pillow next to her. You are surprised at her reaction of finding the drawing, you feel a pang of guilt and anxiety that Pansy must have found it somewhere out in the open. That’s when it clicks in to place. You shouldn’t have to feel like this.

“I can’t,” you start.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I just wanna love someone who calls me ‘baby’.”

“You are my baby.”

“Only in here. Only confined in small spaces or hidden amongst the dusty corners.”

“You don’t understand-“

You interrupt her speech, you’ve heard it all before. How she has to keep up appearances for her family’s sake. How awful she feels about keeping you a secret. How she’s suffering too. You understand but you can’t bear it any longer.

“I do but you don’t understand it from my point of view. You talk about feeling guilty not meeting your family’s expectations and that you have to be with Draco for appearances sake, but I don’t think you’ve ever thought about how that makes me feel.”

“But-“ Pansy tries to interject but you continue.

“When you cancel plans because Draco suddenly made last minute dinner reservations. Or when you’re harsh with me about leaving you gifts and notes. He doesn’t love. He just parades you around like a medal he won for just participating.”

“You don’t realise how much this hurts me. Not being with you. If you hadn’t love me, none of this would be this messy!” She says, teary eyed.

“ I don’t want to be with someone who thinks of me as an afterthought or makes me feel guilty for loving her. I think we should-“

“-Don’t do it,” She pleads, “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I just have to stay with him a little longer.”

“How much longer? It’s been 2 years Pansy! We’re graduating in the summer! You said it yourself, that he’s planning on proposing to you at the end of the graduation ceremony! What then?” You cry out.

“I… I…” Pansy stutters. You know what her answer will be when he pops the question.

“Years from now, when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, you’ll be nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you’re standing face to face with ‘I told you so’ but I won’t be there.”

You can tell by the way her eyes dart around the place that she’s looking to make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Before she can say a word, you wish her aloud, “Good luck, babe.”

You have to stop the world just to stop the feeling within you of love and heartache. But this is a good place to start, leaving her.

To The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

To The Room of Requirement (Creative Masterlist)

To more Pansy Parkinson

[mattyriddlesbitch]

fwb!Mattheo that tells you he doesn't want you fucking other guys during you're arrangement

fwb!Mattheo who drops anybody he was talking to in favor of you, after all, it's fair since he asked the same of you

fwb!Mattheo who talks dirty to you 90% of the time and the other 10% is trying to get to know you better without being too obvious

fwb!Mattheo who won't admit it, but get jealous over anyone talking to you and especially making you laugh but won't actually do anything about it but glare

fwb!Mattheo who suddenly starts having more gentle sex with you and taking his time worshipping every part of you he can reach

fwb!Mattheo who suddenly starts letting you stay the night and makes excuses why he can't leave if he's at your place

fwb!Mattheo taking up much more of your time than at the beginning claiming it's because he's just horny but really he just wants to see you but he'll never admit that

fwb!Mattheo who randomly starts taking you on dates without calling them dates, just spaced out enough to not cause much questioning from you and if you do he'll just say something like "What? I can't hang out with my friend just because we're fucking?"

fwb!Mattheo who casually tells you to take over a drawer or two at his place so you don't have to leave as much, but tells you it's for convenience and he isn't using them anyways(he was but cleared out the drawers out of frustration the weekend prior after you left)

fwb!Mattheo who won't start the conversation himself, but if you ask anything along the lines of "what are we?", he'll be quick to say "my girl/boyfriend" before trying to play it off at first, but eventually admitting his feelings if you start questioning him.

fwb!Mattheo that turns into boyfriend!Mattheo

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Franz Kafka diary

[avalynlestrange]

Short n’ Sweet Anthology

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

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Send me an owl post if you have a fic request based on any of the songs below (even the ones that already have a fic!)

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ Taste

✿ Please Please Please

✿ Good Graces

✿ Sharpest Tool

✿ Coincidence

✿ Bed Chem

✿ Espresso

✿ Dumb & Poetic

✿ Slim Pickins

✿ Juno

✿ Lie to Girls

✿ Don’t Smile

✿ Needless to Say

✿ Busy Woman

✿ 15 Minutes

✿ Couldn’t Make it Harder

✿ Bad Reviews

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[avalynlestrange]

The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess Anthology

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

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✿ Femininominon

✿ Red Wine Supernova

✿ After Midnight

✿ Coffee

✿ Casual

✿ Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

✿ Hot to Go!

✿ My Kink is Karma

✿ Picture You

✿ Kaleidoscope

✿ Pink Pony Club

✿ Naked in Manhattan

✿ California

✿ Guilty Pleasure

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[my-hearts-kickdrum-type-beat]

Current what?

Pairing - Theodore Nott x Gf! reader

Summary - Your little prank was not tastefully timed.

Warnings- Bad language, smoking. This is Theo x the current bf tiktok trend lol. No one asked for this it was just in my head. Established relationship ofc, angsty teddy but he does get his comfort dw <3

WC: 1K

Dating Theodore Nott meant never being alone.

Not that he didn’t give you space – no, he cherished his alone time. Only that alone time had recently been spent tastefully lurking wherever you went. 

Instead of reading in his usual dungeon nook or the deepest corner of the library, he did it while following you. Or he’d casually ask your detailed plans for the day, your favourite shortcuts, anything to give him an inkling of your location.

It wasn’t in a creepy way — ish —, but in an ‘I'd die if anything happened to you; I always need to make sure you’re safe’ way.

And though you loved him more than anything, you couldn’t help but feel suffocated at times. He had this way of knowing everything you did to the point that you wondered if he had a mic on you.

So you and your friends decided to conduct a little experiment; talking at a relative volume in the middle of the empty courtyard. “He’s my current boyfriend, that’s it.” Little did you know that his entire friend group was just around the corner, having a smoke. Theo was furthest from the corner, laughing about something with Mattheo, lungs full of happiness and smoke, when Blaise tapped his bicep.

“You’ll never guess what your girl just said.”

Nott raised his eyebrows without much interest and took another draw of his cigarette.

“'He’s my current boyfriend.'” 

Enzo jumped in right after Zabini, taking Theo’s cigarette. “'That’s it'” He brought the cigarette to his lips, wearing that stupid smirk he always had on when gossip was about.

Theo’s eyes widened. “What—”

Matt threw his arm over his best friend’s shoulder, ruffling his hair. “You’re just her sex toy.”

“Get the fuck-” He somehow freed himself from Mattheo’s hold and stormed past his friends – not without stealing his cigarette back from Berkshire and flicking it into the grass.

There you were. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever, giggling with your friends with the face of love’s young dream, like you hadn't just ripped the rug out from under your boyfriend.

He stormed over and unceremoniously grabbed your hips from behind, picking you up. You let out a surprised yelp, hands instinctively reaching back to hold his shoulders. He placed you down after a few steps, spinning you to look at him – his pout.

“Current boyfriend?” He spat lowly, looking down at you like you’d just ripped out his heart and cut it into pieces with a rusted butter knife.

You resisted the urge to laugh in his face – how did he manage to keep such close tabs on you? – but held it in for the sake of his overly fragile state. The lines on your face smoothed as you schooled your expression, feeling his bruising grip on your waist.

You wanted to laugh and tell him that it was only a joke, but the hollowness of his face made you rethink that.

Theo’s mouth was slightly parted in exasperation. He was on the edge of insanity, and you looked like you were about to piss yourself laughing. “Per l'amor del cielo – is that all I am to you?” For the love of God.

The dark circles under his eyes and the tight grip his bony hands had on you were telling. You really shouldn’t have pulled this stunt just a few hours before he got his potions test back. 

“No, no!” You reached up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the smooth, shaven skin. “It’s a joke, Theo.” You're an idiot — this really was not the time to pull a juvenile prank when he barely slept last night from anxiety.

He swallowed, looking down at you with distrust but leaning into your touch nevertheless.

"I'm sorry, baby." You murmured; in your mind, you were on your knees for the carnal sin of hurting your teddy bear's feelings.

Your boyfriend wiped his runny nose — he also has a cold currently; life has been kicking him in the balls recently — and slouched despite himself.

The watery, self-deprecating laugh that escaped you was inevitable from the way he was looking at you – adorably exhausted. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

His head dropped to the crook of your neck, a loud, annoyed sigh against the warm skin. “You're not forgiven." He spat in a tender whisper that contradicted his words.

The sigh that escaped you was weary, guilty, and sad. Your fingers scratched at the nape of his neck in the way that made him purr like a kitten, feeling his grip on you tighten but relax.

"The joke was that you're my current boyfriend, 'cause you're my future husband." Your lips brushed his ear with a timid, regretful tone that made you think maybe it wasn't as clever or entertaining as you thought it was.

That made your boyfriend shut his eyes, his hands snaking under your jumper to feel the warmth of your bare skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, letting his neck droop — like it lost its will to stand straight — so your foreheads pressed together. His eyes seemed to have gotten the tiny sparkle you always provided, his breath soft.

You smiled weakly with tight-lipped apology, cupping his face, feeling the unkempt stubble brushing your soft hand.

Theo melted into a puddle of emotion, and every bit of worry and anger inside him morphed into soft, luminescent admiration.

Then suddenly, you were on your tippy-toes, pecking his lips, stained with nicotine that you're now addicted to — inadvertent genius from Nott.

He let the corners of his mouth turn up in exhausted affection, and when you pulled back and nuzzled into his chest, he pressed a kiss to your crown.

You breathed him in silently, noting his lack of cologne for today and appreciating his natural musk that you preferred to any expensive scent.

Theo smoothed down your hair with a careful hand, murmuring into it with a growing smirk. "How soon do I get to make the future husband thing a reality?"

Theodore Nott m.list

i hate this but i don't give a fuck because i lost the original

and do not ask me how i managed to yap what was meant to be a 400 word minific into 1k - jesus girl take the keyboard away

lmk what u thought bb

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[incorrect-malfoys]

Bellatrix: I guess I'm too tough to cry

Narcissa: Just today you were crying about snakes

Bellatrix: They don't have any arms!

[theartofmelyy]

I had to draw it 😂

[avalynlestrange]

I’ve missed being here 🥰

[mishkaa077]

Hair tie, Necktie - T.N💚

NOTES: 

Setting is so that the Yule Ball is now annual, and it takes place in the story.

Reader has glasses, doesn’t have contacts

Credits to @avalynlestrange for a part of her mood board, not mine.

“Y/N! Wait up for a second!”

You sighed, not out of dread, but slight amusement. Though you were a Ravenclaw, Pansy tolerated just one person outside her house, since you both have known each other your whole childhood.  You adjusted your glasses, moments before a disaster that would probably knock them off.

Despite your calm attitude, you laughed as Pansy tackled you in the vast courtyard, and you both stumbled on the cobbled stone footpath leading to different chambers. Once your glasses fell askew on the bridge of your nose, Pansy adoringly fixed them. You could identify her friends from Slytherin behind her. Though you all were in 5th year already, you were yet to be introduced to any of them, save for Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, to whom you nodded in recognition, and had the gesture reciprocated.

“Honestly, Pansy. You might let the poor girl breathe for a second. She already seemed rather dazed as is. Maybe the expectation of being a decent Ravenclaw prefect is getting to her already?” A snide yet pretty voice spoke up. Daphne Greengrass, you believed. 

You bristled at her remark, yet tried to hide it for the fear that you’d lose control, instead opting for using your words. “I see we haven’t officially met, Greengrass.” You held out your hand like a mature person, expecting her to shake. She accepted your hand, and challengingly squeezed it, her emerald green nails pressing in your skin.

You squeezed her hand back, until you heard her knuckles crack. “I see that I cracked your knuckles for you. My bad, it might bloat a little. The carbon dioxide will cause gas bubbles under the skin, the area where it got released.” You tauntingly smiled, letting go of her hand, which seemed to slightly bruise where you touched it.  Daphne gasped at the sudden shock of pain, wrenching her arm away from you. 

You heard soft laughter behind her. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire, heartthrobs of Slytherin, perhaps the most handsome to be admitted into Hogwarts in a while. Many girls, especially those in Gryffindor, said it was a shame that their looks had been wasted into Slytherin.

You tried not to linger your gaze on them for the fear that they would find out about a small crush you have on a certain man with the initials T.N.

You couldn’t care less, in your opinion, what house they were in, anyways. Your eyes raked over them before glancing back at Pansy, who was smirking at your introduction to Daphne Greengrass. “Y/N over here, is probably the strongest and smartest person I know,” Pansy walked behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and comfortably leaning her chin on your left shoulder. “She’s a black belt in 4 martial arts and she’s a topper, higher than that mudblood Granger.”

You cringed slightly at the insulting slur used to one of your friends, behind her back. 

Though your expression was disgruntled, you let her lean on you for her being one of your best friend’s sake. “Well, it was nice meeting you all. Well, most of you.” You glanced at Theodore, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Astoria. “Just say Episkey and the ‘injury’,” you quote unquoted with your hands, “will disappear, if it even was there from the start.” you addressed Daphne, who was still in a rather sour mood. You say goodbye to Draco and Blaise before walking out of the courtyard.

Pansy decides to walk with you to your common room, leaving behind her group of friends. 

You could feel someone’s gaze lingering on you. When you turned around, you saw none other than Theodore Nott staring at you. When he noticed that you caught him, he adorably grinned, a dimple showing up on his right cheek. He waved to you, and once you waved back(smiling like an idiot), he jogged back to Mattheo, who waited for him. 

You saw Mattheo slap Theodore’s back, as if he was congratulating Theodore on something. Theodore sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, and you could make out his red neck and ears from across the courtyard. You ducked your head in embarrasment when he looked back at you. God, you were so mortified he caught you looking at him. You pushed up your glasses carefully with your index and middle fingers, as if you could hide behind them.

Pansy noticed this and smirked, initiating the subject that's been on everyone's minds the past few days.

“I wanted to ask you about the Yule Ball. D’you have anyone to go with?” You shook your head. “Dunno, Pans. It honestly seems like a big waste of time. Besides, I’d probably only say yes to one person, and he’s always flocked by girls.”

Pansy’s eyes widened in shock. “You like someone?” You laughed, glancing at the bewildered excuse of your best friend. “It’s a secret.” Pansy had a smug grin slapped on her face. “I already know who it is. It’s most definitely Theodore.” Your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Were you really that obvious? Pansy giggles at your expression. “Don’t worry, N/N. It’s obvious he has a thing for you too.”

You shrugged. “As if he does. If he asks me out for the ball, I’ll tell you.” Pansy groaned loudly. “UGH, Y/N. HE SO OBVIOUSLY LIKES YOU. Why else would he wave at you before leaving?” You reddened at the realisation that she saw you both. “Pansy, I’m telling you. He doesn’t like me.

As you neared your common room, you answered the riddle, and before you stepped through the door, you turned to look at Pansy.

“Instead of worrying about my relationship problems and ball dates, maybe ask Draco out before he gets taken by Astoria or Millicent Bulstrode, hm?”

Then, you entered the common room and shut the door behind you, leaving a blushing Pansy.

The next few days were uneventful, in which you noticed. At least until Pansy and her friends sat with you at lunch in the Great Hall. You glanced up warily at Daphne, Astoria, Blaise, Draco, and Pansy, who sat in front of you. 

“Where’s the rest of your little clique?”

Draco chuckles at that, pointing to one of the entrances near the left wing of the castle, where the three heartthrobs were being bombarded with confessions and proposals to take the fluttering girls out to the ball. You knew you shouldn’t be disappointed that Theodore Nott was smiling warmly and kindly as he apologetically refused every girl.

That smile was to die for anyways.

Pansy caught you eyeing him and gasped. “N/N, is it who i think it i-” You slapped a hand over her mouth before she spoke any further. “Shut up. Not a word.” Blaise and Astoria glanced curiously, but didn’t mention anything.

Daphne was also glaring at the girls surrounding Theodore, twisting her auburn locks with her signature emerald nails. “I hope they realise that  by the end of the day, he’s mine.” she said, referring to Nott. Pansy sharply said, coming to your defense, “He’s not yours, Daphne. Shut your fat mouth if you’re only going to spew nonsense.”

Daphne scowled, but shifted faces immediately as the three boys finally made way to you and Pansy. As Nott and Riddle sat on either side of you, Berkshire next to Riddle, Pansy smirked and wiggled her eyebrows a little like an idiot. 

“Are any of you going to eat?” Theodore spoke up, his voice deep and baritone. Your heart palpitates, hearing the tremor in it. You’ve never heard his voice before, and your blood pressure spikes abnormally. You clear your throat and butter some toast, goosebumps traveling up your arm as his hand brushed yours. Before you start to eat, you normally tie your hair back.

However, your hair tie was missing. You look for it in your pockets before sighing. “Does anyone have a hair tie I can borrow?” You mainly addressed the question to Astoria, Daphne, and Pansy. So what a shock it was when none other than Theodore Nott handed you one. It was sparkly yellow, like the cheap ones you might find at a dollar store. 

You glanced up confusedly at his oh so handsome face, and looked right back down before you turned red, which would alert Daphne and give Pansy a chance to tease you.  “Why-” He cuts you off.

“My little sister loves yellow. She normally ties her hair but always forgets her hair tie, so I keep extras on my wrist. Eventually, it became a habit, I suppose. You can keep it.” He offered a warm smile, and you immediately averted your gaze, shyly if anything. “Thank you,” you said, tying your hair back and eating your toast quickly. As everyone starts into idle chatter, Theodore asks you another question.

“Have you been asked to the Yule Ball yet?” His voice, god, his voice, was mellow, casual. 

You looked up, your cheeks stuffed like a hamster with bread, before shaking your head yes. Once you swallowed, you answered, “Two people, but I turned them down because I’d only go with one person. I might not even go to the ball, since that person is really popular and would never look twice at me.”

Theodore’s breathe hitches, looking down at you. Your e/c eyes seemed to pierce into his grey-green ones. They captivated him, for some unknown reason. “Well, if he is that untouchable, would you like to go to the ball with me?”

Your eyes widen, your lashes long and pretty. They were rather distracting to Theodore, who started turning slightly pink. Whoever wouldn’t say yes to you would probably be one of the biggest idiots that he’s ever heard of. Theodore caught his thoughts before they drift too much for his own good.

He comes back to his senses after hearing Pansy shriek and grab Daphne’s hair, the said blonde leaning across the table to yank yours. Theodore’s quick to intervene, snatching you away from Daphne’s grasp and into his chest, not realising the sudden slightly intimate notion that he initiated. “What the hell?” He’s shocked at the raging monster of his friend.

“That bitch thinks that she can go with you to the Yule Ball? Has she gone mad? You’re mine!” Daphne shrieks, causing many onlookers to gaze at your little group. Theodore silences her with a look. Why does she hate someone that she doesn’t even know? 

You look up, noticing you’re in Theodore’s arms, and blush slightly, detangling your body away from his. “If she doesn’t want me to go with you, I can just let you go with her. I don’t want to cause any problems.” You cast a blaming glance at Pansy, who shrunk a little under your gaze and offered a sheepish smile. “Besides, you guys are closer anyways, I assume.”

Theo shook his head, quick to deny any thoughts you might have of him and Daphne being involved romantically. Why did he care so much about what you thought? “Are you sure? I’ll go with you, if you really mean it.” Theodore nodded. “I’d really like it if you’d go with me. Please?” 

You nod, bashfully hiding your face, and you push up your glasses nervously. You hugged Pansy goodbye and said your farewells, hurrying off from the table before causing any further drama. Theodore rushes after you.

“Wait!” 

You pause, turning to face him, his hands running through his hair, flexing his arm veins. You reddened slightly and looked at your feet, scowling. “What happened?” He huffed, slightly out of breathe from sprinting after you.

“I’ll pick you up 15 minutes before the ball starts, yea? I’ll wait outside your common room.”

You nodded. “Alright. Do you want me to get a dress in a specific color to match with you or anything?” To this query, he shook his head. “No, I’ll be wearing dark grey. Just wear whatever you like.” A pause occured, as if he’s debating to say what’s on his mind. “...you’ll look pretty in anything.” With that, he left you blushing in a crowded hallway, walking away with hands in his robe pockets.

You smiled to yourself. The Yule Ball was tomorrow, and you couldn’t wait for your date.

Unfortunately, you forgot the annoying part was letting Pansy, Cho Chang, and Astoria into your dormitory to glam you up for the ball. While you didn’t mind makeup, nor dresses, it was a bit overboard. Astoria did your hair, Cho your makeup, and Pansy fitted your dress to your body.

The bodice was lacy and red, fitting to your curves. The dress was slightly v-necked, and corseted at the top. The skirt flows in a beautiful bell, red ruffles cascading layer upon layer. The straps were off shoulder, and rubies adorned the neckline and waist stitches, forming a belt of some sort.

Your makeup was simple, but stunning. Cho had done an excellent job at it. Your glasses were switched for thin, ruby wired frames, encrusted with mini ruby gems at the rim in the corners. Meanwhile, Astoria did your hair so it flowed in loose curls, highlighting the shiny parts. A red ribbon twisted through one lock near the front. 

To put it simply, you were drop-dead gorgeous.

The other girls were too. Though Cho didn’t get along well with Astoria and Pansy, they were complimenting each other’s dresses too.

The others leave first, whispering good luck to you, giggling about how Theodore will be flabbergasted at your beauty. Those remarks weren’t as reassuring as they were worrying, because what if he thought your glasses were weird? What if your hair wasn’t how he hoped it to be? You pushed those thoughts out of your head. The girls said you looked beautiful, which was all you needed. 

You mustered up the courage to go downstairs, and stepped out your door, where Lorenzo, his stunning Hufflepuff date, and Theodore were waiting. The girl gasped and immediately complimented you, to which you returned the word to her. When you turned nervously to Theodore, his cigarette was on the floor, his hand limp with shock. His lips were parted, as if he wished to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I— you— wow. You— look gorgeous.” He was wearing a dashing suit, and his hair was in loose curls. For some reason, he looks especially handsome at this moment. His suit tightened around his biceps when he shifted his arm and put out his cig. You averted your gaze, blushing. His necktie was loose, so once Lorenzo and his date left to go to the ball early, you stepped closer to Theodore. 

“Theo. Can I fix your tie?” you quietly ask, unusual to your normally bored and rude demeanor. Theodore flushed at the name, but nodded. You brushed your hands carefully around his neck, adjusting the necktie till it was snug and proper into his suit. The hair tie he gave you was on your wrist, contrasting to your red dress, which he noticed and smiled softly.

A shiver ran down his spine, as your fingers grazed his bare neck, and he slowly lowered his hands to your waist. Your breathe hitches, but you say nothing until your job is done. Theodore holds out his arm, and you take it with ease. 

As you both enter the ballroom, whispers start. The main heartthrob of Slytherin, with the beloved Ravenclaw who was everyone’s friend? No better chance to start rumors.

You got a little flustered, and leaned closer to Theodore. “Theo. D’you want to go to Pansy and Draco? They’re waving us over.” You smile and wave to Pansy, who looked half drunk as she excitedly waved back at you. Theodore couldn’t help but think you look so pretty, in your attire, and with that beautiful smile adorning your face.

Why hadn’t he introduced himself to you sooner?

After mingling with Pansy’s friends and briefly with your friends, you drag your poor date onto the dance floor, as a slow dance song plays. You looked up, entwining your hand in his, and placing the other on his shoulder. “Theo, can you dance?” Theodore smirked, placing a large hand on your waist and nodding. 

“Of course I can.” His voice made you melt, and you blushed furiously. Honestly, you were going to become a tomato permanently if this continued, especially with how much you’ve blushed the past few days. Theodore seemed to notice his effect on you, and grinned, leaning down to your ear. “Does my voice make you red?”

You scowl, and slap his shoulder jokingly. “Shut up.” You nudged up your fancy red glasses, gazing into his eyes. “I can’t help it.” Theodore shivered at your intense gaze, his throat bobbing up and down. You also noticed this and laughed as he twirled you around. “You also have a weak spot, Theo.” The way you said his name ignited something warm in his chest, something inexplicable.

He smiled, brushing his thumb over the hair tie he gave you. “Everyone has something, Y/N.”

You leaned your head on his chest, right under his necktie. “Don’t I know that.”

You could see Pansy hyping you up, and Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, and Blaise smirking and whooping at Theodore, who buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Hide me, please.” You laughed and moved the hand from his shoulder into his hair, combing your fingers carefully. 

He looked away, lifting you with ease to the beat. You looked so pretty, as if you were floating in the air as he lifted you. His arms tightened around your waist, and as the song came to an end, he was hugging you, and you were hugging him with your arms around his neck.

“Forget the school for now, Y/N. Right now, this is our moment.” he whispered.

[avalynlestrange]

[avalynlestrange]

Love Story

Theodore Nott x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns

Warnings: None I don’t think? I didn’t proof read

Category: Fluff, Modern Timeline AU, One-Shot, Songfic

Summary: In which Theodore surprises you with Eras Tour tickets.

No Sneak Peaks 😋

Request: @lucywritess requested based on @annaisabookworm ‘s post

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy~ <3 This was really fun to write

Word Count: 1k

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You were quite upset when you couldn’t buy tickets to Taylor Swift’s Era’s tour. You had your boyfriend, Theodore, wait for the tickets during his work at the ministry whilst you were at home on a day off. However, neither of you managed to get any tickets.

Pansy didn’t get any tickets either, so she planned on throwing an era’s party instead at her family’s summer house. The theme, ofcourse, is to dress as an era.

“I’ve nearly finished my outfit!” You squeal. Theo slides his office chair to peep in your office.

On the tailor’s dummy was a blurple body suit inspired by Taylor’s Midnights Costume. The sparkles brings you so much joy but not as much as Theo’s coupling outfit.

“That looks gorgeous, sweetheart.” He eyes the outfit up and down.

“And you’re going to look fantastic next to me in your chair t-shirt!” You grin at him.

The doorbell rings and you jump in excitement.

“That must be my matching dress shirt and boots!~” You sing as you sprint to the front door.

Meanwhile, Theodore walks to the garage to place something in the boot of the car. He smiles to himself and sends a text to Pansy.

Theo: ‘Make sure to text her that your party changed venue to the one near the stadium so she doesn’t suspect us driving near there.’

Pansy: ‘Duh! I got you dude! I can’t wait for you two to get back from the concert!!!!’

Theo: ‘Thanks. I hope it goes well.’

“Babe! The beads are here we gotta make some more bracelets! Pansy said she’s invited a lot of people!” He hears you shouting from the kitchen.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

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The day of the party is the same day as the concert. Pansy told you she set it up that way since she knew a lot of Swifties that were in the same position as the both of you. You were even more thrilled when she mentioned she managed to book a venue near the stadium so that you can hear Queen Swift herself through the echoes of the speakers of the concert.

You stayed up all night to make bracelets and finish off your body suit. It was all worth it. Theo suggest that you can always nap on the way to the event and that’s what you did. He brought you a pillow and placed your to-go make up bag in the glove compartment so you can touch up beforehand.

When you arrived he gentle wakes you.

“Darling, we’re here. I couldn’t find a parking space near the venue but I luckily found one in the stadium.” He lies but you are still prying your eyes open to realise.

Whilst you applied some make up to correct smudges, Theo goes to the boot of the car and places items in his jacket pocket. He walks to your car door and opens it.

“Ready my sweet?” He offers you a hand that you gladly take. He starts leading you towards one of the entrances of the stadium.

“Where are you going? Isn’t the venue the other way?” You ask, puzzled. Still you allow him to walk you closer and closer to entrance.

“Maybe we can go in and buy some merch before we go to the party?” His hand is firm in yours ensuring you don’t detour back to the opposite direction.

“Babe it doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh well then good thing I have these.” He takes out two V.I.P. lanyards.

You are speechless as he puts one of them on you. When reality hit you, you jump up and hug him.

“I can’t believe you did this for me!” You sniffle.

“Hey hey! Save your tears for Miss Swift.”

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Nothing could beat this feeling.

You are standing in front of the stage. Your Theo had bought you both front standing tickets. It is all like a fever dream. You exchange your bracelets with other fans and they appreciate your couples costume so much that some even asked to take photos with you.

And to add even more delight, Theo brought a muggle polaroid camera to capture your experience.

The countdown clock hits 5 seconds and the lights dim.

🎵 It’s been a long time coming 🎵

You, along with thousands of fans scream at the top of your lungs. Theo smiles and captures a photo. Jumping and singing throughout the concert. Slow dancing with Theo during ballads.

Theo swears the twinkle in your eyes is shining brighter than anything on the stage. Even brighter when the first notes of your couple song plays.

🎵 We were both young when I first saw you 🎵

You had met in first year of Hogwarts on the boats leading up to the castle. He saved you from falling off it when you thought you saw a mermaid tail swimming near the surface.

🎵 You were Romeo & you were throwing pebbles 🎵

Literally happened in fourth year. Theo on his broom throwing rocks at your bedroom door during summer holidays when he was missing you. Your family weren’t very happy with the broken window but did find it very sweet. Young love.

🎵 Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone 🎵

You both focus on each other than the crowds and the performance. Bodies swaying together, Theo twirling you, and kisses during music breaks in the song.

🎵 And my daddy said stay away from Juliet 🎵

Flashbacks to when your family disapproved of Theo when his father was sent to Azkaban. But you both fought for your love and here you were now.

🎵This love is difficult but it’s so real 🎵

Your family eventually embraced him when they saw how he protected you throughout the second wizarding war. Not a scar was on you. He made sure of it.

🎵 Is this in my head I don’t know what to think 🎵

Theo kneels down and pulled out a ring and mouthed the words to you.

“Yes yes yes!” You cry out as he places the ring on your finger.

He picks you up and swirls you. You were wrong earlier. This is the best you’ve felt in your life.