Words: 1.8K
Warnings: None
A/N: Apologies for the long wait, things got hectic and I started fixating on other things (new fics coming soon??) Hope you enjoy part 2 :))
Italics are a flashback
It had been almost a year since your feelings started. A year and you made no move to confess to him. Falling for Satoru Gojo was a curse and you were the one fated to deal with it.Â
‘Careful Y/N, you’re drooling’ a voice sounded from behind you. Â
‘Suguru, how many times have I told you. I’m not even watching him.’Â
‘Yeah? Then why are you making heart eyes at Satoru?’ he teases, making his way to sit next to you. Releasing a grunt, you smack his shoulder.Â
‘Shut up.’ Â
Geto knew. Of course he did. He knew you liked Gojo just as much as he liked you. But who is he if he doesn’t stir the pot a bit; ‘Payback’ Geto thinks, Satoru shouldn’t have eaten the last kikufuku. Â
°•. ✿ .•°
‘Here, Y/N’ Geto says casually, handing you the drink, sneaking glances at Gojo’s furrowed expression.Â
‘Oh thanks Sugu, you didn’t have to.’ you smile brightly. Â
‘No worries angel.’ he smirks, knowing his best friend was seething at the interaction. Â
‘Walk?’ you ask, standing and linking your arm with Geto’s, leaving Gojo and his heavy heart. Once you’re out of earshot you turn to Geto, confusion laced in your words, ‘You idiot! What are you doing?’Â
‘Helping.’Â
‘With what?’Â
‘You think I haven’t caught on? I’m making Satoru jealous so you love birds can finally confess.’ You stop in your tracks, shocked that your feelings were so obvious but also curiosity blooms at the thought of Geto’s plan.Â
‘Is this going to work?’Â
‘Of course it will.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
And that’s how you found yourself acting over the top with your beloved friend. The hushed whispers in in classrooms, the small snacks passed between you, your head on his shoulder, the whole works. That was until you noticed Gojo and the bags under his eyes, and concern washed over you. Â
‘Satoru, are you okay? Did you sleep at all?’ You’re nervous talking to him so intimately and you want nothing more than to reach out to him. His blue eyes lock on yours and a smile spreads on his face, one that doesn't reach his eyes.Â
‘The strongest never sleeps Y/N, don’t you know that.’ he teases resulting in a small smile coming from you. Still, you step closer. Â
‘Toru, you can te-’Â
‘Y/N!’ Geto shouts and you curse him internally, ‘There you are, come on we have training.’ Your face falls but you quickly fix it. Gojo turns to walk away but your confidence rises and you grasp his wrist. Â
‘Take care of yourself Gojo, even the most powerful has to.’ Then you leave, hooking your arm with Geto’s.Â
‘We were making progress.’ Â
‘Where’s the fun in making it easy for you Y/N.’ Geto chuckles. Â
°•. ✿ .•°
Geto is pleased with the turnout of the plan so far as he watches Gojo observe you train. Â
‘She’s great isn’t she.’ he says. Geto watches Gojo’s gaze flicker between you and him, and he realises how deep Gojo is in. Â
‘Yeah, she is...’ Gojo drops his head slightly, taking in a deep breath.Â
‘You should sleep Satoru, you look tired.’ And Geto takes his leave.Â
°•. ✿ .•°
A mission was assigned soon after, but you don’t remember much. Only tirelessly fighting the special grade curse and then blood. Everywhere. Gojo was...scared? Geto was holding you. More blood. Your vision was fading and you were tired. Mustering all the strength you could, you whisper to Geto, ‘Keep him safe Sugu.’ Then nothing.Â
Geto fucked up. He let his silly plan go on for too long and now everything was ruined. Leaving Gojo to fight, he rushed to Shoko.Â
‘Y/N...’ Shoko freezes, ‘What happened?’Â
‘Special grade.’ Geto mumbles. Shoko understands not to pry further, immediately getting to work, healing you enough to see your eyes flutter.Â
Your eyes crack open, the bright lights burning. You attempt to sit up, but a wave of pain shoots through you. Â
‘Careful.’ Â
‘Geto? Where am I? Where’s Gojo, is he okay?’Â
‘He’s fine Y/N/N, you’re in your dorm’ Geto grabs your hand and holds it tight, ‘I’m sorry this is all my fault.’Â
‘No.’Â
‘No?’Â
You cradle his cheek in your hand, his purple eyes looking into yours, ‘Don’t blame yourself Suguru.’ His eyes fill with tears, out of character for him.Â
‘I’m really glad you’re okay.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
Shoko and Geto visit a few days later, bringing food as an attempt to cheer you up.Â
‘So are you guys dating?’ Shoko asks, her mouth full of pizza. You laugh as Geto replies,Â
‘Shoko, you know what the answer is.’Â
‘But it looks so real!’ she gushes, ‘As long as no one gets hurt I guess it’s okay, just be careful with Gojo.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
Your injuries were finally healed enough for you to attend classes again, but something was different. Gojo was rarely around, maybe even avoiding you. Your last attempt at talking with him wasn’t successful either. You knocked on his dorm door, hoping he would open it and see you standing there. Â
‘Hey Satoru, do you wanna come get ramen with me and Geto?’Â
‘Nah, I’m good.’Â
‘Oh...well see you later.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
‘Is he avoiding us?’ you ask Geto in the bustling restaurant. Â
‘It’s likely, but don’t let it discourage you.’ He feels bad lying to you about Gojo’s transfer but he has hope that it will change, ‘Maybe you can talk to him when we get back.’Â
With your stomach full and your hopes high, you knock on Gojo’s door again, but no answer. You knock once more and the door cracks open. You know you shouldn’t, but you step in, analysing every inch of his room, fantasising about the possible nights you could have spent with him here. Your attention drifts to the papers scattered across his desk.
Wait. Is that your name? Â
You hurry over to it, reading the contents. You gasp as you understand the words written in Gojo’s scratchy handwriting. Geto was right, Gojo liked you, no, he loved you. Tears well in your eyes at the finding, he had been in so much pain, all because of you. Pocketing the paper, you return to your own room, rereading the words repeatedly, committing it to memory.Â
°•. ✿ .•°
It had officially been two weeks since you had last saw and heard from Gojo. It felt like a part of you was missing, and you needed it back. So, when Geto told you to go look at the stars that night, you went, needing the comfort. Once you stepped out you were transported to your first night at the school, the memory burning in your mind. Â
°•. ✿ .•°
You had come out for much needed fresh air, feeling homesick. Â
‘Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone else was here.’ you said shyly, a tall figure already sat on the stairs. Â
‘I don’t bite; you can sit.’ So, you did, entering a comfortable silence with the stranger next to you.Â
‘What do you think about Yaga?’ the boy said. Â
‘Huh?’Â
‘Our teacher. I think he’s got muscle for brains but who knows.’ he chuckled, finally looking at you. ‘Satoru Gojo.’ He holds his hand out waiting for you to shake it. Â
‘Y/N Y/LN.’ his hand was warm, contrasting the cold night that enveloped you.Â
‘So, you come here often Y/N?Â
You laugh, a real one, at his teasing tone, ‘I like the night, it’s comforting. The stars shine brightly even when there isn’t anyone around.’ You pause and turn back to him, ‘Sorry didn’t mean to say such a big piece.’Â
‘It’s okay, I agree, the night is always there to listen when no one else is.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
You sit on those same steps, smiling at the memory. You wonder if Gojo thinks about it too. Geto wasn’t lying, the starts tonight were beautiful.Â
However, you weren't expecting to see Gojo, leaving with his bags. ‘Toru, where are you going?’ You speak up, your arms tightly wrapped around body, battling the cold. Gojo shrugs off his jacket and hands it to you. Â
‘You’re cold, here.’ You take the soft material and put it on, feeling the warmth of it, his scent filling the air around you. Â
‘Are you leaving the school?’Â
‘You deserve him Y/N/N, you need him more than you need me. Take care.’ he turns around, heading for the exit.Â
‘What do you mean Satoru?’Â
Gojo sighs, not wanting to relive the pain, ‘He’s giving you everything I can’t.’Â
You continue watching as he walks further away, it’s now or never.Â
‘I’m not with him! I only love one person!’Â
‘Well, they’re very lucky to have you.’Â
‘Yeah, you are...’ you breathe out.Â
‘What?’Â
‘You are everything, you are MY everything. I love your smile, your eyes and your personality. I want nothing more than to hold you and tell you i lovr you every waking minute.’ Â
Gojo’s eyes widen as he hears you recite the words that have been running through his head since he first saw you. Â
‘I’m know you could never love me, I’m not like Suguru, I can’t be your saviour, but I want to be so much more.’ you continue, watching as Gojo turns to look at you.Â
‘I’ve laid awake for days picturing you next to me telling me about your day, you infect my thoughts night and day. I wish to be yours even for a moment.’ Gojo finishes, ‘How do you-’Â
You hold up the crumpled paper, ‘I went to go see you two weeks ago but you weren’t there, found it then.’Â
‘You don’t find it weird? I’m not usually this lovesick.’ he asks coming closer to you. Â
‘Not if I feel the same way.’Â
‘It’s really me?’ Gojo asks, his hand reaching for yours, still as warm as you remember.Â
‘It’s always been you Satoru.’ He wastes no time, his other hand coming up to cradle your cheek as his lips meet yours. It’s electrifying and you finally feel complete. You pull away breathless, ‘Does this mean you’ll stay?’Â
‘Only if I can be with you.’Â
‘I wouldn't have it any other way.’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
‘So, what happened after!’ Yuji screams. Â
Gojo chuckles at the first years excitement, ‘Shouldn’t you be on a mission?’Â
‘Come on tell ussssss’ Nobara chimes in. Â
Gojo watches Megumi in the corner, his face showing annoyance but his eyes glittering with content; he’s heard this story many times over the years, but it still makes him crack a smile and makes him realise Gojo isn’t just the strongest sorcerer, but a man who can love.Â
‘Hey Toru, Geto’s asking-’ Â
‘See for yourself.’ Gojo interrupts, dragging your hand into their view, showing off the diamond ring that sits neatly on your finger.Â
Bonus scene:
‘Okay pay up.’ Geto whispers to Shoko, the bushes concealing them from your view.Â
‘No way you cheater you set them up, you knew when she’d confess.’Â
‘It is past curfew.’ a booming voice says behind them. Geto and Shoko freeze and meet Yaga’s cold face. ‘I’ll allow it this once.’ he says, noticing you and Gojo in the distance.Â
Klaus x Female!Reader
Klaus uses his dancing skills to dance with you and things are revealed...
Warnings: None
Words: 500
A/N: Ahhhh my first story!!! I hope you enjoy it ghosties :)
You walked into the academy with a mission, to finally tell Klaus how you feel. Quickly saying a polite 'hello' to the rest of the family you headed towards Klaus' room. Readying yourself, you prepare to knock on the wooden door when it swings open.
A shirtless Klaus stands in front of you, with that grin you ever so loved. The cigarette he had lit dangled between his fingers as he waved you inside.
'Y/NNN! I was waiting for you my dear.' he said before returning back into the room.
The pet name brings butterflies into your stomach, you cautiously step inside to join him, your nerves spiking.
The smell of smoke filled your nostrils, a scent that comforted you, the scent of him. 'Yeah, I thought I'd stop by. Listen I- I have to tell you something.'
'Oh my sweet Y/N, pray tell.' he muffled as he put out the cigarette.
All of a sudden, the radio that had been playing faintly became louder,
'It's our song Y/N/N, dance with me'
Klaus wasted no time taking you in his arms, his eyes glistening with a feeling you've never seen. The two of you twirled around his messy room, Klaus leading you. You can't stop looking at his flushed frame; his tussled hair, his shimmering green eyes and those soft lips you longed to call yours.
'You're a good dancer you know.' you whispered, your face becoming warm as you recognised the position you were in. He gripped your waist a little tighter as he continued to twirl you around.
'Dear old dad made us take ballroom dancing lessons; never did have such a beautiful partner though.' he chuckled softly. You felt your head spin, you couldn't take it. You wanted to-no- needed to tell him.
'Klaus list-'
Plush lips were on yours. Stunned, you didn't react. Klaus immediately pulled away, screaming apologies. The hand that perfectly matched your waist was gone, leaving only a cold memory in its place.
'I thought it was the right time, I'm so sor-'
Now it was his turn to be stunned. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. Klaus kissed back, not wanting to be away from you any longer. After eternity you pulled away, Klaus speaking first,
'I never planned on falling in love with you all those years ago but the way you helped me after everything, I couldn't help it. You are the light of my life my dear.'
The newfound meaning of the name brings a shudder down your spine. His gaze never leaves you. You drift your hands down to his, grasping them tightly,
'Well I better get better at dancing if we're gonna do that more often' you giggled, ' I love you so much Klaus Hargreeves'
And for once, you were simply Klaus and Y/N, not superheroes saving the world. Just two people starting a wonderful thing that would last forever.
You and Geto are two peas in a pod, acting like the cutest of couples to any outsider. Gojo can't stomach the feeling of his best friend and the girl he loves being so close, so what does he do?
Warnings: None
Words: 1.4K
A/N: Honestly ooc but we need yearner Gojo and I'm here to deliver- hopefully. And yes, THAT mission doesn't happen and Geto never leaves.- Part 2 already in the works :p
Part 2
Satoru Gojo was the strongest, everyone knew that. Nothing could faze him, so why does his heart feel so broken at the sight before him. He’s seen it many times, but it never gets any easier. It should be his shoulder you're lying on, not Geto’s.Â
Deep down, Gojo was jealous of his best friend and his effortless connection with you. Sure, you and he were friends, but it was different, you didn’t drift to him in a room, you didn’t whisper and giggle with him and you certainly weren’t as touchy. Gojo wanted to ask, if there was something between you and Geto, but even he knew he couldn’t handle the truth. Â
It didn’t bother him at first. Didn’t bother him that you always held onto Geto’s arm when you walked, or that you smiled so sweetly when he handed you your favourite ice cream. It totally didn't drive him crazy that it was Geto making you grin like that. Okay, he lied, it irked him from the moment he realised his feelings. After all, he saw you first, he spoke to you that first night on the stairs, the starts bringing you together. Gojo wonders if that memory is as important to you as it is to him; do you consider it special?Â
Gojo couldn’t count how many nights it had been where he laid in his bed, tossing and turning, his thoughts full of you. The side he left vacant was cold, it was a habit he had developed, keeping to the left side of the bed, imagining you beside him. In his half-asleep state he’d reach out, hoping to feel the warmth of your body, but alas, you weren’t there. He’d continue the fantasy in his head, wishing to feel your hands around him as you whispered sweet nothings. On some nights he’d let himself cry, the tears staining his grey pillow. Gojo’s doubts rolled in then, voices telling him ‘She doesn’t deserve you, you’re nothing like him; why would she choose you, she needs him more.’Â
The mornings after were torture. Exhaustion filled his body, his black glasses covering the growing bags under his eyes. Â
‘Satoru, are you okay? Did you sleep at all?’ a sweet voice calls to him; in his sleep deprived brain, he thinks it's an angel, but he sees you and knows you’re better than that. Â
‘The strongest never sleeps Y/N, don’t you know that?’ Gojo replies, putting on his charismatic facade; being vulnerable in front of you was never an option.Â
‘Toru... You can te-’Â
‘Y/N!’ Geto shouts, ‘There you are, come on we have training.’ Gojo sees your face falter but thinks nothing of it, ready to turn away. But then he feels your hand on his wrist, the warmth seeping through his sleeve,Â
‘Take care of yourself.’ you smile softly. He watches you skip to his best friend, immediately hooking your arm with his, jealousy pooling in his stomach again.Â
°•. ✿ .•°
It had been months, if not a year by now, and it was only getting worse. Gojo couldn’t handle the small interactions with you, he wanted needed more. He rarely slept, instead laying on top of his covers, the ceiling more interesting than the dreams that await him. The bin in the corner and his desk full of crumpled papers, words alone could never be enough to profess the adoration he held for you. He days began to blur, and repeat; wake up, look at you, watch you with Geto, stay awake wondering what was wrong with him. Just last week Gojo watched as you brushed away Geto’s bangs, smiling up at him with that toothy grin. He was losing you, and he despised it. The next day wasn’t easier. Â
Geto slid into the seat next to him as he watched you spar with Haibara. Â
‘She’s great, isn’t she?’ Geto spoke, the softness in his voice is another punch to the gut, but Gojo bites back the envy,Â
‘Yeah, she is...’Â
A singular mission changed everything. A special grade appeared, one that shouldn’t have been there. Gojo doesn't remember much except for fighting tirelessly, only seeing the curse head towards you. You were beaten and bloody when it was done, your cursed energy drained. He ran. He ran as fast as he could towards you, but he couldn’t be the hero.Â
Shoko could fix his injuries but not his broken heart, Geto got to you first, cradling your weak body.Â
‘She’s still breathing, I’ll take her back, can you handle this Satoru?’ Geto calls out.Â
Gojo regains his composure, placing the cocky persona back on, ‘I’m the strongest, aren’t I?’ Â
He ignores the soft coos that fall from Geto’s mouth as he's scooping you up and taking you away. It should be him next to you instead. He casts aside the thoughts and focuses on ending this fight; for you.Â
°•. ✿ .•°
A few days pass and Gojo makes his way to your dorm, wanting to check up on you, but stops short of the door when he hears muffled voices.Â
‘I’m glad you’re okay Y/N/N.’ Shoko’s in your dorm, a normal occurrence, so he steps closer, about to knock.Â
‘So, are you and Geto a thing?’ she asks. He wants to leave, not wanting to worsen the ache he feels, but he’s intrigued. Â
‘Shoko, you know what the answer is.’ Geto. He’s in there too? Gojo turns and leaves, sweat pooling on his back. It’s over, no longer could he think of you, you weren’t his, you weren’t even anything close to that. He enters his dorm, the silence deafening, why does he have everything except the thing he really wanted?Â
°•. ✿ .•°
‘Hey Satoru, wanna come get ramen with Geto and I?’ Gojo can hear your voice through his door, he wants so desperately to reach out and say yes, be close with you, but he can’t. He made himself a promise and he must stick to it.Â
‘Nah, I’m good.’Â
‘Oh... well see you later.’ He hates hearing you so sad, but he can’t falter. The avoidance tactic had been working, his room becoming a sanctuary for him. The letters to you continued but remained crumpled, ready to discard. A different letter lay in front of him as he listens to your retreating footsteps, ‘Kyoto Jujutsu High Transfer Form’Â
°•. ✿ .•°
It had been two weeks since he signed the letter and two weeks since he last saw you. When Yaga asked why the sudden move, Gojo could only say one thing, love.Â
As he packed away the last remaining items, his thoughts drifted, maybe in another life it was you and him, but why not this one? He clears his throat and looks around the now empty room. He glances at the clock and pushes his glasses further up his nose, deciding he can spare a few minutes. It was for the best he kept repeating, he needed to do this. Regrets started to piece together and Gojo buried his head in his hands, wishing he had just made a move.Â
He leaves in the dead of the night, avoiding the goodbyes that would have kept him here. His suitcase rolls behind him and the bag on his shoulder weighs him down. Gojo stops just short of the entrance, taking everything in. The stars tonight were bright, lighting up the sky like a stage. He smiles softly, remembering that night again. He remembers wanting to give you his jacket when you said you were going back inside, wanting to stay with you longer. But he didn’t, he let you turn and head back into the school, ‘Maybe that would have changed things.’ he mutters.Â
Gojo, too absorbed in his mind, failed to realise you on the steps behind him. You hug your arms around yourself and stand. Â
‘Toru where are you going?’ He’s missed your voice so much, he wants to reach out and confess, but he doesn't, only tilting his head. Â
He notices your shivering and decides to redeem his lost chance, ‘You’re cold, here.’ he says shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Â
Accepting the jacket, you press further, ‘Are you leaving the school.’Â
‘You deserve him Y/N/N, you need him more than you need me, take care.’Â
Theo Nott x F!Reader
The truth is out, but is it real?
Warnings: None
Words: 412
A/N: This series has officially come to an end, thank you all for the support!! New series is in the works. Wanted to write a small chapter to finish this journey so I hope you enjoy <3
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The world freezes as you hear those three words. You want to face him, see his wide eyes filled with emotions, but you can’t. He’s lying, he must be. Â
‘What?’ you squeak out. Footsteps shuffle towards you and Theo spins you around, planting his hands on your cheeks. Â
‘I love you Y/N.’ A tear escapes the corner of your eye, and he brushes it away immediately. Â
‘Why?’Â
‘Because you’re everything I want.’ He looks down at his shoes and for once is speechless. ‘Tesoro, I’ve noticed you since fourth year and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting how I never spoke to you.’Â
‘You love me?’ you say, disbelief echoing in your words. Theo nods and you can see his eyes searching yours for a response. Â
‘Kiss me...’Â
Theo wastes no time and crashes his lips on yours. The lingering taste of cigarettes and strawberries dances on his tongue. Just like his dreams, your hands travel to his hair, tugging the soft locks to bring him closer. He pulls away breathless, but his stare remains on you. Â
‘I want this to work. I want to be there for you, if you’ll let me.’Â
You crack a small smile and embrace him, ‘I want this to work too.’Â
‘Thank you for letting me in.’ he whispers, hand latching around your waist. Â
‘I’m glad I did.’Â
‘We’re doing another games night, I want you to come.’ Â
Mattheo and Enzo are sprawled on the floor setting up games when you enter hand in hand. Enzo is the first to speak, his mouth full of popcorn, ‘So you told her?’ Theo grins and nods, squeezing your hand tighter. Â
‘Did you ask her properly?’ Mattheo chirps in, not bothering to look up. Â
Theo whips his head towards you before he asks, ‘Y/N, will you be mine?’Â
You let out a soft chuckle at his antics, ‘Yes, Teddy I will.’ Â
You join the boys in playing and look around. This was your future, and you were happy. Laughter surrounded you and support never wavered. For the first time in a while, you knew everything was going to work out. Theo’s arm snakes around your waist as he whispers, ‘What are you thinking about?’Â
You gaze longingly into his blue eyes, taking notice of how they soften when they look at you, your hand finds his knee, tapping it gently as you respond, ‘Nothing my love, nothing at all...Â
Theo Nott x F!Reader
The final day arrives, and you have your doubts, is this all over?
Warnings: None
Words: 802
A/N: Hello ghosties hope everyone is doing well <33 Sorry for lack of posts recently, coursework is taking over my life, more posts coming soon :))
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The final day of the week had arrived and you were glad but weary. You made it another week, but would you last another? ‘Final day, final reason’ echos in your mind as you sprawl on your bed. The ceiling has never looked so interesting as you gaze distantly at it. What would happen today? Only bad thoughts lay in your mind; things would go back to the way they there, you knew it, no one truly cared enough to stay for the long run. Â
You huff a breath and redirect your stare at your desk, now cluttered with the memories you’ve made. The first picture you received and the plastic crown that lay atop of it. A small piece of crumbled parchment, handed to you swiftly by Mattheo, thanking you for your sympathy. A new sketchbook given to you by Theo after discovering yours to be full, the first page containing Theo’s attempt of a portrait. A smile etches itself onto your face as you recall his concentrated features as you posed for the drawing. You continue across the desk, happy to have made some good memories. A polaroid of you and Pansy at the Slytherin party, perfectly placed next to the one of you and Theo embracing on the quidditch pitch. Finally, you reach the bundle of daises that graciously sit in a small vase. Â
The memory of Theo picking them for you loops in your head. Thoughts of his beautiful smile and soft embrace bring you to reality, but you slip again, letting yourself replay the moment he puts the small flower behind your ear, lingering for a few seconds longer, just to admire you.Â
It was then you realised. You had feelings for Theodore Nott. Shooting up from the bed, you begin pacing, cursing at yourself for letting this happen. He’d always seemed intriguing to you and now that he had spent a whole week with you, you didn’t want it to end. Your heart pounds and tears well in your eyes as you walk out of your dorm. How could someone like him accept someone like you. You know the end is nearing but you wish time would stop. You want him to be yours, to hold him like he holds you. Hopeless, your feet take you to the place it all began...Â
Theo walks up and down his dorm, Mattheo and Enzo watching him intently as he mutters under his breath. ‘I don’t have a reason today, how could this happen, I’m such an idiot.’ He continues to mumble, his words blurring into a mix of English and Italian. Mattheo looks at Enzo before sighing and standing, moving towards Theo. Â
‘It’s time to tell her.’ Theo looks at him sceptically,Â
‘Tell her? Tell her what? No, I can’t.’ Mattheo grabs Theo’s shoulders firmly.Â
‘Tell her.’Â
Last Sunday night seems to replicate itself today. Here you were at the tower, the wind blowing and the stars shining as sadness hangs on your shoulders. For the first time, you don’t feel the need to join the night sky, only wanting to be in its presence as you think. You take your seat on the railing as you did the week prior, taking in the silent night. A feeling of longing settles in your stomach, you would never speak to Theo again after today and you’d have to go back to admiring from a distance. A few tears slip from your eyes at the thought of losing out on love. Would you ever find your person after this? In this life and the next, you knew Theo was meant to be yours, but whether it would happen was a mystery- one you couldn’t stand to solve.Â
‘Thought I’d find you here.’ Theo whispers from behind, hands holding the railing beside yours. His chin rests on your shoulder as he follows your eyes to the moon.Â
‘The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ The phrase makes your breath hitch, maybe he does reciprocate your feelings. You shake your head, banishing such thoughts. Â
‘It is.’ you reply, voice wavering. Theo steps away from you as you shuffle down from the rail. Smoothing down your clothes you face him, readying yourself to speak. Â
’I just want to say, thank you for the best week of my life, I hope the rest of your time here rewards you well.’ you smile at him weakly, hoping he didn't notice the sniffles, or the tremors in your words.Â
Theo remains silent as he absorbs your words, ‘She thinks this is it, it’s now or never...’Â
You wait for him to speak, to say the final reason, but he doesn’t. You nod in understanding and begin walking away, ‘Thank you again Theodore, you’ve helped me more than you know, I’ll see you around school.’Â
Theo Nott x F!Reader
Theo's quidditch practise has you watching intently, but also wondering what he has in store for later
Warnings: None
Words: 1113
A/N: Thank you for the support on my squid game fic, more coming soon! Also thinking of writing some angst even though I'm a HUGE fluff lover, so we'll see how that goes. As always enjoy :))
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You awake with a grumble and a pounding headache. You go to reach for Theo but find his spot empty, a small note in place of him.Â
‘At practise, see you there x’Â
A kiss? That’s new, but you didn’t mind. Reluctantly, you climb out of bed, going towards your desk and drinking the hangover potion Pansy has dropped off.Â
You’re about to leave your dorm when you spot the emerald green fabric hanging on your chair, the white letters spelling Theo’s last name shining brightly. You immediately grab it and head towards the quidditch stands. Whispers surround you but you pay no mind, focused on getting to Pansy. Â
‘How are you feeling Mrs Nott?’ she teases.Â
‘I’m doing splendid, what about you Mrs Zabini?’ you tease back, earning a playful slap from the raven-haired girl.Â
You fix your stare at the players on the pitch, trying to find Theo. You see Enzo, you see Mattheo, you see Dra-. You notice the flop of messy hair from across the pitch, his eyes actively scanning the stands in search of you when he finally spots the person he’d been looking for. You smile as Theo begins flying over, hovering on his broom expertly, ‘Bella, you’re okay,’ relief paints his face, ‘Sorry I left before you woke up, I was already late.’ he admits, scratching the back of his neck. You’re about to respond when a shout cuts through,Â
‘Nott! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and get back to work!’ You and Theo burst out in laughter, not bothering to correct his captain. Theo leans in a little closer before he speaks, ‘I’ll see you after. Oh, and nice jersey by the way, last name suits you.’ he winks and flies away, leaving you a blushing mess, and feelings to confront.Â
You meet Theo as he walks off the pitch, a sight you could get used to seeing.’ Theo smiles and wraps you in a hug despite your protests of him being too sweaty. ‘I’ll go shower and meet you out front.’ You nod and wait near the changing rooms.Â
Sitting on the stray bench, you go to pick at your nails but you stop, ‘I’ll be okay, I can manage.’ you repeat to yourself. Things had certainly began looking up for you since Theo intervened that fateful night, yet you couldn’t stop the doubts that formed about the next couple of days. Would he still talk to you after all this, or would things go back to the way they were, leaving you alone with the memories acting as warmth. The shuffling of feet sounds from behind you so you stand, expecting to meet Theo- but it isn’t. Â
‘What do you want Pucey?’ you demand, a scowl etched on your face. He steps closer as he begins to speak, ‘You think you can escape this just because you have a squad of boyfriends now? Well great news, they’re not here to save you right now.’ Evil painted his words and he goes for a shove, maybe a punch. Your eyes screw shut, waiting for impact but it never comes. Hesitantly, your eyes open.Â
Theo had returned and caught Pucey’s hand. A darkness is seen in Theo, one you’ve never seen before, ‘What did we talk about?’ Theo says through gritted teeth, hatred infused in the words. You can see a hint of fear flash in Pucey’s eyes and he realises he isn’t going to win.Â
‘He’s not going to be around forever.’ he remarks, eyes fully trained on you. He shrugs Theo off and leaves. Â
‘Jesus, what a twat.’ you mumble, ‘Thank you for stepping in.’ Theo doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude, instead grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the exit, ‘Come, I have something to show you.Â
‘Teddy where are you taking me?’ you laugh, your vision covered by Theo’s hands.Â
‘Shh, we’re almost there.’ he continues guiding you and then stops, un-shielding your eyes. You let yourself adjust to the sudden brightness before taking in the scene before you. The two of you are atop a small hill that looks over the castle and a tree rests with its branches and leaves shielding you from the scorching sun. Beneath you the grass is as green as can be, daisies littering it. Theo places a blanket down under the tree and sits down, patting the spot next him, similar to yesterday. Â
‘You like?’ he inquires, pushing a strawberry into his mouth.Â
‘I love it Theo, how did you find it!’ you exclaim, reaching for the array of fruits he had brought along.Â
‘My mother used to take me here, when my father was in one of his moods.’ His mother was still a sensitive subject for him yet he felt safe telling you. You reach a hand out and place it atop of his, stroking his knuckles.Â
‘She’d be really proud of you Teddy, I know it.’ Theo nods, accepting your reassurance and he finally looks up at you. In that moment all he saw was a beautiful girl who cared for others more than herself despite her struggles, a girl who was quiet but knowing, a girl who understood him. He instead starts to ask you questions about your home and you answer, Theo hanging onto ever word.Â
Time moves fast and the sun begins to set. The two of you are closer than before, both laying on the blanket looking towards the sky. You were tucked into his side, a place you never wanted to leave. The colours of the sky began to fade as did your conversations, a comfortable silence overtaking. Â
‘Reason six,’ Theo turns his head towards you, ‘you’re an amazing soul to be around, you truly understand me.’Â
The newfound moonlight kisses your features in a way that makes Theo’s head spin. All that filled his mind was kissing you, feeling your lips on his, heavy breathing as your hands tangle in his hair. He was in love. Theo knew he was a goner the moment he saw you, even more so when he started talking with you. But his feelings  were confirmed when you called him that nickname, Teddy, the one no one was allowed to call him. The memories attached to it ached his soul, images of his mother flashing through his brain when others used it. Yet when it slipped from your lips, all Theo saw bliss. The painful flashes of his mother were now replaced with her smiling at him, encouraging him to invite you in. ‘She would have loved you’ he thinks to himself. However, this caused him fear, you could be easily ripped away, like she was. Theo had to do something.Â
Dae-ho x F!Reader- No game AU
A regular customer in your flower shop sends flowers to his girlfriend every week but one day a new man comes in, asking for flowers to be delivered to the same address. Do you tell Dae-ho or let him figure it out on his own?
Warnings: None
Words: 1582
A/N: Hello Ghosties!!! I hope you enjoy this new story, it's a bit rushed but hopefully it makes sense
Roses, tulips, lilies. Your small shop had them all. Roses for the men who needed to apologise to their girlfriends, tulips for the sweet couple who giggled their way to the counter and lilies for the women who needed a pick me up. You’ve seen it all, and you loved your job. Â
The sun sets warmly on your shop, the flowers emitting a golden glow. You were finishing your last few tasks, creating the final bouquet when the bell above the door rings, signalling a new customer. Wiping your hands on your apron, you stand and move towards the customer. His tall figure looms over the ready-made bouquets, his eyes scanning the colourful flowers. Stary hairs fall in his face and his hands brush them away with practised ease.Â
‘Hello there, may I help you today sir?’  The man turns and you freeze- he was handsome, but if he came here there’s no chance for you.Â
‘Yes, please miss...’ his eyes dart towards your name tag, ‘Y/N, do you have any peonies?’Â
‘Yes sir, I’ve just finished an arrangement of them.’ you smile softly and lead him to the back. He smiles at the sight of them and insists he has to buy them.Â
‘Can you deliver them to this place please, they’re for my girlfriend.’ he sheepishly asks.Â
‘Of course, would you like to add your name so she knows who it's from?’Â
‘No, she’ll know they're from me.’ he flashes a huge grin and pays. ‘Thank you very much.’  You smile and watch as he leaves, an evident bounce in his step.Â
That was last week, and today he returned. You’re with another customer when you spot him, ‘Sir believe me, daisies are perfect, she’ll love them.’ The gentleman grumbles but nods, muttering a thank you before taking his leave. Finally, you turn to the returning customer, ‘Why hello again,’ you laugh,’ What can I do for you today?’Â
‘More peonies hopefully?’Â
‘You, sir, are in luck, I just got a shipment this morning.’Â
‘Perfect, thank you Y/N.’ you freeze momentarily at your name before regaining composure. Â
‘Delivery again?’Â
‘Yes please.’Â
‘No problem, sir that’s done for you.’ The man pays and begins to leave but he stops and shouts across the shop,’ See you next week!’Â
And you did, He returned for a third time, and then a fourth and then a fifth. It wasn’t until almost three months later you learned his name.Â
‘And that’s all sorted sir.’Â
‘You’re still calling me sir? I thought we were friends now Y/N.’ he laughs.Â
‘You never told me your name.’ Â
‘Dae-ho, Kang Dae-ho.’ he says, sticking out his hand. You laugh slightly and grab his hand- a gesture that sent shivers through your body, even if it was wrong. ‘Y/N Y/L/N.’Â
‘See you next week Y/N.’Â
‘See you then Dae-ho.’ He wouldn’t admit it, but the sound of your voice calling his name filled his heart- it was softer than the harsh yells from his girlfriend. Â
Dae-ho soon finds himself on the quaint shop more often, coming in twice or three times a week. He enjoys the calm atmosphere and your welcoming presence. His relationship was failing, he knew that, but the flowers seemed to be working. His girlfriend shouted less and actually spent time with him, and he had you to thank.Â
You were happy to have a loyal regular and a new friend. Dae-ho was the positivity you needed in your life, always checking up on you and bringing you tea when he noticed your overworked frame. You pushed down your attraction for him-you were no homewrecker- but that didn’t stop the butterflies that game when his hand brushed yours or when his eyes lingered on yours a second too long.Â
One day as you were sweeping the floor, the blasted bell rings and you silently curse-this was the only peace and quiet you got today due to the influx of customers. ‘Good afternoon, sir, what may I help you with today?’Â
‘Roses, a dozen.’ he sharply said, ‘Deliver them here.’ he places a piece of paper down and you freeze. The address is the same as Dae-ho's girlfriend. Â
‘A-are you sure this is correct?’Â
‘Yes, please hurry up, I have places to be.’ You complete the order and the man breathes out a thanks before departing. You let out a breath- what were you going to do?Â
The days went slow after that as you were battling what to do. Dae-ho hadn’t shown up at his usually time and it worried you, does he already know? The bell you’ve grown to despise rings, but you make no effort to stand, comfortable in your battling mind.Â
‘Y/N! Are you here?’ Dae-ho's voice rings out. You can hear him moving around, looking for you. Emerging from the back, you see him. His hair, usually in a pony tail, was down and there was a slight stubble along his face. ‘There you are, you have the weekly peonies?’Â
‘You guys didn’t break up?’ you ask confused.Â
‘What? No.’ he responded, mimicking your expression.Â
‘Oh right, never mind.’ you say, turning to get his flowers ready. Dae-ho catches your wrist, spinning you back around, ‘What are you talking about?’Â
‘Nothing, it doesn’t matter.’Â
‘No Y/N, tell me.’ his grip on your wrist tightens slightly but he doesn't realise.Â
‘Dae-ho I can’t!’ your voice raises.Â
‘Just tell me!’Â
‘SHE’S CHEATING ON YOU!’ Your eyes widen and regret begins to set. ‘Some guy came in and got her a dozen roses.’Â
‘Y/N this isn’t funny.’Â
‘I’m not joking, the address and the name was the same.’ you breath out.Â
‘Do you like me or something? Why would you try break up my relationship?’ This was a side of Dae-ho you had never seen and it was terrifying. His voice was a few octaves lower and his eyes shone darker. Â
‘My feelings towards you or your relationship do not matter right now Dae-ho, she’s cheating on you and you have to accept that.’Â
‘You’re sick Y/N. I thought we were friends.’ His hand finally drops your wrists and he leaves, the door slamming shut, leaving you alone in the solitude you once called comfort.Â
Dae-ho's walk home was fuelled with anger. His beloved girlfriend cheating? They had problems but she wouldn’t do that would she? He thinks of his comments towards you and fights off the temptation to run back and apologise. It wasn’t him in that moment. Dae-ho sneaks a glance at his face in the nearest shop window. Staring back at him was his girlfriend. He stumbles back, startled by the vision but enlightened with reasoning. The remarks he made swirl in his mind as he realises why he didn’t feel like himself- his girlfriend’s voice echoed in his head as he spit hateful words at you. The bitterness of his voice resembled hers, had he become her?Â
He reaches his girlfriend's apartment and unlocks the door, expecting her to be on the couch, but she wasn’t. He walks through the room, taking notice of the roses that sat on table- surely a coincidence. He moves towards the bedroom and opens the door; the time stops.Â
It had been a few weeks since the incident and Dae-ho was nowhere to be seen, but the man from before had returned. Â
‘More roses please, my new girlfriend really loved them.’ Trying to keep a straight face, you nodded getting his order ready. The man leans against the counter and continues, ‘Yeah, she said they're way better than those peenies or whatever.’ You bite your lip as an attempt to silence yourself. Luckily you were finished, allowing the man to leave and letting you take a needed deep breath.Â
A knock sounds at the door and you hesitantly open it. A bouquet of blue hyacinths lay on the steps. You take them inside and search for a note.Â
‘I’m sorry, you were right, meet me at your shop at 7?’Â
        -your favourite customerÂ
Your breath hitches as you recognise the handwriting. 6:53, he'd be here in 7 minutes. You pace your shop for the remaining minutes, glancing at the clock nonstop and biting your nails. Suddenly the shop bell rings and there he stands.Â
Dae-ho looks different. His long hair is now short and those eyes filled with joy were now filled with sorrow. Without thinking you wrap your arms around him. Dae-ho is shocked by your actions but eventually wraps his arms around you. Â
‘You’re okay...’ you whisper, ‘What happened?’Â
‘You were right, she was cheating, caught them in the act after I left here.’Â
‘I’m so sorry.’Â
‘Don’t be, I’m sorry. I never should have said those things.’Â
‘It’s okay Dae.’ Â
‘Dae? That’s a new one.’ he chuckles.Â
‘Shut up.’Â
Dae-ho pulls away from the hug and grabs your hands, ‘I need to know if you felt something for me, and if you still do.’ His eyes are wide and looking deeply into yours, awaiting your answer.Â
‘Dae-ho...’Â
‘I felt sparks when you called my name, I never felt that way with her.’ he admits, ‘I need you to wait for me Y/N, I need time and I don’t want to hurt you. But I want it to be you.’ His hands cup your cheek and you can see tears brimming on his lashes. You nod at him, and he breaks out in a grin; you look at him for a moment longer before you speak.Â
Theo Nott x F!Reader
The Slytherin party arrives, and so does your debut as Theodore's 'friend'
Warnings: None
Words: 1238
A/N: So sorry for the break but I'm back! Been working on a Dae-ho oneshot so that might be coming soon :) This so rushed but I hope you enjoy
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‘Teddy, do I have to come to this party?’ you whine from the bathroom.Â
‘Y/N/N, I’m your friend now so you have to accompany me to these things.’ Theo replies, lounging on your bed, mindlessly turning pages of a random textbook. He had insisted that you come to the party, even offering to stay with you as you got ready. Â
You slip on the tight black dress and look in the mirrors- the scars aren't noticeable, are they? You begin to panic, attempting to conceal them and thinking of ways to avoid the party. Â
‘Bella, are you almost done? We should head down.’ Theo’s voice chirped, followed by a soft thud of the textbook. You unlocked the door and stepped out, shielding yourself from his intense gaze. Â
‘Is this, okay?’ you question quietly.Â
Theo doesn’t respond, instead making his way over to you, grabbing your hands and grasping them tightly. Â
‘You.’ a kiss to your hand.Â
‘Look.’ a kiss to your wrist.Â
‘Beautiful.’ a final kiss lands on your scars, a gesture that brings butterflies to your stomach. He looks at you, a mischievous but adoring glimmer in his eyes. Theo spins you around, taking in your figure before embracing you tightly, ‘Perfect Y/N.’ You blush at his comments and a surge of confidence overtakes you.Â
You plant a small kiss on his cheek before pulling away and heading towards the door, ‘You’ll stay with me, right?’Â
‘Cara mia, it would be a crime not to.’Â
It was an amazing turnout, Gryffindors were mingling with Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were laughing with Slytherins. Theo and you make your way over to the group, his hand resting on your lower back.Â
A girl with jet black hair notices you and immediately envelops you in a hug, ‘You must be Y/N! I’m Pansy, I’ve been dying to meet you!’ A sense of happiness fills you as you smile back. Â
‘Really? Me of all people?’ you joke. Pansy pulls you into her side, ‘Of course silly, the boys never stop talking about you.’ She leans closer and whispers, ‘And between me and you, I'm so glad there’s another girl in the group, try getting their opinions on outfits.’ You couldn’t help but laugh, Theo’s friends were welcoming and you finally felt like you belonged. Â
You and Pansy chat amongst yourselves as Theo retrieves the drinks. While talking, a figure approaches you, ‘Hello ladies.’ Â
You turn and find Cedric Diggory looking you up and down, causing you to squirm in your spot.Â
‘Hi?’ you respond. Â
‘You want to go out with me sometime? You’re pretty and it wouldn’t hurt to have you on my arm.’ he flirted.Â
Unbeknownst to you, Theo was watching the scene unfold, his jaw clenching tighter every second. He downs the drink in his hand and glares at Cedric- how could he be making a move on his girl?Â
‘Mate, you alright? Ohhh Diggory’s making moves Nott.’ Draco chortled.Â
‘Shut up Malfoy.’ Theo sneered.Â
‘Get her before someone else does.’ with that, Draco moves away. His words echoing in Theo’s mind and his eyes drift to you, shuffling in your seat and your face painted with unease.Â
Your eyes shift to Pansy, signalling for help. ‘We’re busy Diggory.’ she speaks. Â
‘We can go on the weekend.’ He replies, clearly determined to walk away with a date. Â
‘That won’t be possible Dick-ory,’ Theo says, sliding into the spot next to you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders, ‘WE’RE going out tomorrow.’ he smirks. Cedric is taken aback and you can’t help but stifle a laugh at his expression. He finally leaves and you let out a breath. Â
‘Thank you so much, I really didn’t know what else to say. No one’s ever asked me out before.’ Â
‘Well would you like to come with me tomorrow?’ Theo asks and your eyes light up at his request.Â
‘I’d love to.’ Â
He nods and sends you a grin, ‘I’m gonna go find Matt, you okay staying with Pansy?’Â
‘Yeah, I’ll be fine Teddy.’Â
‘Okay tesoro, don't get up to too much trouble.’ he chuckles and pressing a small kiss to the side of your head before departing.Â
‘Oh my Godric, he just asked you out!’ Pansy squeals.Â
‘He did?’Â
‘Uhhh yes!’ she giggles, ‘I’ll come by tomorrow to help you get ready, we are girlfriends now after all.’Â
‘I’d really like that.’ you smile.Â
Soon after your eyes dance around the room until they meet the icy blue ones you were searching for. Theo’s eyes visibly soften when he sees you and he can't help but see you as the image of love. It was then, as he was giving you the look of love, that Theo realised the gravity of his feelings. He craved the hugs, the late-night talks, the ‘She’s with me’. He craved you and only you.Â
Time flies at the party, drinks are flowing and the music is louder than ever. You find yourself on the dance floor with Theo, he’s twirling you around and all you can do is giggle. Your heart feels lighter and the world seems brighter when you’re with Theo. You could get used to this feeling.Â
‘I’m gonna go to bed Teddy’ you say shyly. Theo takes your hand and leads you to your dorm. Â
You start heading towards the bathroom to change when Theo stops you, instead leading you in front of the mirror. His hands are perfectly placed on your waist, like they were made to be there. ‘Reason five, you are so so so so stunning Y/N.’ He rests his chin on your shoulder and meets your eyes in the mirror, ‘You’re perfect in every way, I wish you could see that.’Â
Tears well in your eyes as you absorb his words. You turn to face him, crashing into his chest, ‘Stay with me tonight?’ you ask. Â
‘Anything you want, I’ll do.’ Â
He helps you change before ridding himself of his shirt and jumps into the bed. Theo pats the empty spot next to him, inviting you to join. You can’t take your eyes away from his toned chest and messy hair, quidditch had clearly done him well. He looks ethereal- and he’s going to be laying right next to you.Â
‘Come on, I don’t bite, unless you want me to.’ he winks, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. You lay on the opposite side and turn away, trying to ignore the electricity that spawns when you see him. Â
‘What are you doing all the way over there? Come here.’ Theo drags you closer to him, throwing his arm over your body. His cologne lingers in the air and, God was it an addicting thing. This only reaffirmed your thoughts; you were falling for Theodore Nott. He was fixing you piece by piece- something you thought was impossible, yet here he was, acting like a guardian angel. So why are you scared of admitting your feelings. Â
Theo buries his head in the crook of your neck, ‘I have quidditch practise tomorrow, come and wear my jersey?’Â
‘Okay,’ you whisper back, ‘if you want me there, I will be.’Â
‘I’ll take you somewhere nice after, promise.’ He nuzzles closer to you, if that’s even possible, his grip on your waist tightens as he starts succumbing to the sleep he was fighting. A whisper slips from his lips that makes your heart beat faster and your thoughts wander, Â
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