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Falling for the Enemy

Axl Heck x Reader

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“Come on. The two of you are just burning with sexual tension.”

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Heaters Out

Axl Heck x Reader

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Kinktober Masterlist

“Emergency blanket delivery.”

star-girl-05

Falling for the Enemy

Axl Heck x Reader

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Kinktober Masterlist

“Come on. The two of you are just burning with sexual tension.”

star-girl-05

Different

Axl Heck x Reader

Prompt: my favourite (and only) axl heck writer!! i've been dying for more fics from u. may we get an axl heck fic where the reader isn't the usual popular blonde he goes for? but they have greattt banter 👀 please and thank you!!! - anon

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“Left foot red,”

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you’re just my eternal sunshine, sunshine

Axl Heck x fem!reader

Part I | Part II | Part III

CW/TW: reader has hair, embarrassing situations, bantering/fighting, mentions of food, mentions of drowning, Axl being Axl, Axl being a freak (just for a lil moment), s3 Axl, angst, English is not my first language, no use of Y/N, lmk if I’m missing anything 💞

A/N: Part three is finally outtt!! I’m so sorry if this took too long, I had terrible writer’s block and I had no idea what to write 😓 I got carried away with the Axl angst so lmk if you like it or if it was too much (or out of character because that’s literally my biggest fear). Also, I’d love feedback on my writing in general, I feel like I’m too descriptive at times with things that aren’t really important and idk if you guys like that, last thing I wanna do is bore you!! Tysm to everyone who voted in the poll I published, the two winners were cheerleading and theater, in this chapter I only mention cheerleading, but dw, we’ll get to theater soon (I’m a theater kid, you guys made me so happy 🥹). As always, follows, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated 😊

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indiana winters were cruel and yet somehow your history professor was still crueler.

setting 100 barely-still-functioning young adults almost a month's worth of essays to write over thanksgiving was a futile and pointless action as you and every other student in that class knew damn well it was going to get done, and almost every one of you would be found in his office on the first day of the winter term grovelling for an extended deadline on the paper.

still, you slouched your way back to your apartment, paper briefing in hand, and set it on the side cabinet by the door as you walk in like you're actually going to do something about it. college had a funny way of making you feel like you were being productive while in reality, doing the same thing you could've been doing back home had you chosen not to attend. it was still worth the lack of guilt and shame that came from being one of the only people in your small town that didn't apply anywhere after high school, you suppose.

your shoes are discarded somewhere by the door mat your parents bought you upon moving in that you're sure hasn't been used once, and you decide to forego the kitchen under the knowing that you would only find yourself opening the refrigerator door at least a hundred times before making your way back to bed.

"jesus christ!" your bag hits the floor with a thud and possibly a crack of your cheap, plastic water bottle.

"nope, just axl, baby."

"when are you going to start using the door like a normal person?" you huff, marching toward the window and pulling it closed, sliding your hands impossibly further into your sweater at the chill that now runs through this part of the house.

he doesn't move, one arm tucked behind his head and your laptop nestled comfortably on his lap. the hand behind his head shifts each time he talks and causes his shirt to ride up, revealing the holy planes of his tummy and dark tufts of hair there.

"window was open." he explains, casually, eyes still on whatever sitcom was playing in his lap.

"right." you head toward your bag, hanging it on the hooks behind the door and closing it behind you.

"you really should start locking that, you know? who knows what creeps could climb in and have free rein over you and your whole place."

you grimace at the picture he's painting. "i'm sure I'll be just fine considering." one of your sweater clad hands gestures to his splayed position across the bed as you take a seat by his feet. he shuffles a little to accommodate you and you place a cold hand on the warm skin of his belly.

"considering what?" he gives you a genuine furrow of his brows, legs spreading slightly in the hopes of you crawling between them and the show is long forgotten as he's already making moves to pull you closer.

"never mind." you sigh, brushing the laptop aside and crawling into his hold, burying your cheek against the soft cotton of his shirt and inhaling him with a content smile. "how was your day, baby?"

"it was okay." he grunts, one hand coming up to mindlessly rake through your hair. "didn't do a lot."

"you didn't speak to your parents about thanksgiving?" your head shoots up and his head throws back against the pillow before you even get a chance to fully look at him. "axl!" you whine, realising the inevitable.

"i didn't get the chance, they're pretty busy around this time of year!"

"what are you planning on doing? just showing up with me in the passenger seat of your car!?"

"there's still like, 3 more days of school left! i'll get to it, woman! god!"

that had been almost a week ago.

now, you're laying awake, hopelessly trying to muffle the bed shaking level snores coming from his sister's mouth with a pillow around your head and heavily regretting your decisions.

his dad had made a point of the two of you staying in separate rooms with axl only a wall over in his childhood bed, probably sleeping soundly while you tossed and turned for the last 3 hours in your grossly uncomfortable position on sue's floor.

it's dark, dingy and downright miserable. that and the gaping hole in her wall right next to your head doesn't help, what with it constantly spewing random spouts of dust that crowds your lungs and makes you sit up and fight back the urge to scream, or cry, or both every ten minutes.

your eyes follow the door, picturing the peace and quiet of being able to stuff your face into your boyfriend's deliciously sweaty armpit just a few steps away. it would be wrong, and a massive breach of trust with his parents. they had made it clear they wanted the two of you in separate rooms under the pretense that 'the two of you could do whatever you wanted while you weren't staying under their roof and at the possibility of scarring brick for life', which to be fair you couldn't exactly argue with.

another choked gargle of spit leaves sue's mouth and it's enough to make you abandon all caution you were holding onto, darting your way around the door and taking slow, unsure steps along the hallway to axl's room.

the door is already ajar and leaves just about enough room to see the familiar twitch of axl's foot hanging from the end of the bed and you bite back a smile as you slip inside. to your surprise, he's awake. drifting in and out of that restless sleep you'd known all too well the last couple of nights and he props himself up on his elbows when he sees you rounding the bed, hopping over a pile of books as you pass brick's sleeping body.

"what're you doing?" he grins, knowing all too well and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him as you perch haphazardly beside him.

"sue snores like a smoker. i had to get out of there."

he laughs and you shush him, shooting a look toward brick who fails to give any sign of life.

"he won't wake up. pretty sure my parents named him just cause of the fact he could sleep through this entire house collapsing." he waves you off and you visibly relax a little with an amused smile.

"makes sense you manage to sleep through all your lectures now."

he scoffs, "that's by choice, sweetie. what's your excuse for sleeping like a log whenever i stay the night?"

"i do that regardless of whether you're there or not."

"sure, that's why you're always texting me at 2 in the morning."

this time you actually roll your eyes. "so why can't you sleep? seems like you've got a pretty decent roommate." you nudge your chin toward brick who still hasn't moved, or maybe even breathed.

his lips pull into that stupid, boyish smile and his eyes avert to the way his fingers pick at the sheets before sliding their way back up your face. "it's hard to knowin' you're only a wall knock away."

"cornball." you snort and he kicks the bottom of your back with one of his stretched legs. "ow! i'm kidding, you're adorable." he smiles. "adorably corny." another kick. you hold your hands up, "okay, i deserved that one. i'll quit ruining your poetic confession, oh axe-man, the great womaniser."

"y'know the doors that way?" he huffs, shuffling further under the covers and you whine as the skin of his torso starts to disappear, hands pawing at the skin and making him halt as you crawl further toward him.

"nooo! i didn't mean it! you're so hot!"

the corner of his mouth quirks up. "so you came in here to berate me and then expect to have your way with me after?"

you scoff, cheeks flaring but your hands stay splayed against his body. "i came in here to sleep."

"seems like neither of us can get any of that." he grunts, already making moves to haul you into his lap and you gasp as the air is knocked from your lungs while he positions you over his lap with two hands on your ass and a shit eating grin. "i have something much better we can do, though."

you whisper a sharp warning of his name, darting forward so your hair brushes his face and he only inhales the smell of that expensive hair perfume you use deeply with a groan.

"what about brick? he's right there!"

he barely shoots his younger brother a look over your shoulder, pretending to be moving your hair to get a better look when really he's just exposing enough skin to reach up and pepper kisses along the space where the hem of the greatly oversized t-shirt you were wearing had begun to slip.

"told you. he could sleep through anything."

you sigh, both out of annoyance and the feel of his tongue darting out to suck a wet patch into the side of your neck. you try to speak and he shushes you, hand coming up to hold the back of your head steady as he kisses you, tongue lapping over yours with certainty.

his mouth is hot and heavy, the way it always is. ridden with the kind of horny desperation that never seems to go away no matter how long the two of you were together. he's always just as hungry for you.

you bite back another gasp when he hoists you up higher, kisses trailing to the way your shirt slips lower over your shoulder, revealing just enough cleavage for him to run his tongue there and groan at the salt that coats your skin. his spare hands trails the inside of your thigh, knuckles teasingly brushing the hem of your thin night shorts and your palms grip the headboard until the wood creaks under your hold.

nimble fingers slip under the loose leg of your shorts, the two of you sharing a broken moan as he discovers your lack of underwear, blue eyes darting up to study your face with a crazed smirk.

"you're supposed to let it breathe." you defend, but his smirk only widens with an amused raise of his eyebrows as he goes back to his previous work, saying nothing.

his fingers slide through your slick, feeling out just how wet you are and you can see him taking mental notes to tease you for it later before he wordlessly pushes one inside of you, curling around your walls in one swift motion and making one of your hands drop down in favour of his hair.

"axl.." it's more of a sigh than anything, hidden beneath the awareness of where you were, eyes screwed shut as if it might block out the fear, but it's enough incentive for him to push another finger inside of you, eventually working the two in a synchronised rhythm as they scissor you open with practice.

his chins rests against your chest in favour of watching you as you start to grind down into his palm, lips parted in awe of the way you ride his fingers in his parents house. not that he would have to admit it, but the forbidden nature of it is only all the more erotic to him, and by the way your eyebrows pull together and your entire body shudders more than usual he can tell you feel the same way.

his name tumbles from your lips against as you thread your fingers further through his air, hips rocking against him with fervour and he coos at you from below. "that's it baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. such a good girl."

the praise makes you keen, body falling limp to the pleasure as you allow him to have his way with you. kisses are pressed to the hard peek of your nipples through your shirt and your back arches, chasing the warmth of his mouth. his thumb juts over to slide over your sloppy clit, just barely swiping against it enough times to have you grinding your teeth before giving you pressurised circles against the wet bundle of nerves.

"don't even have to spit on you." he snorts, pressing his thumb particularly hard against the bud just to watch you squirm. "so wet for me all on your own, huh?"

all you can do is nod, dragging yourself up against his shoulders just to drop yourself back down on his fingers against, moaning at the stretch of his knuckles as you sink down further than before. his thumb against your clit speeds up in light of your desperation, prepared to have you take what you need from him.

heat coils and your spine straightens, "axl, i'm- fuck."

"i know, pretty." he coos into a kiss against your collarbone, "keep going. almost there."

his fingers don't stop their movement inside of you, allowing you the space to rock against them as you hurl yourself toward your own orgasm that leaves you a twitching and trembling mess against him as his hand is carefully retracted from your cunt.

his hand rubs at your back as you sigh into his hair, limbs like jelly as you curl up like a cat in his lap and he only grins against your jaw. "feel better now?"

you give a weak nod, allowing him to position you until you're tucked into his body flat against the bed, eyes floated shut and steady breaths leaving you. his fingers rake your hair and you smile at the familiarity, preening to the touch as he laughs at you.

"maybe i should put you back in sue's room now you're all fucked out and sleepy."

you groan a reply that he registers as no and bury your face further into his skin, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a snore. he pulls you further into his chest with a satisfied hum, content with the idea that you're definitely not going anywhere now.

this is for that anon that requested axl stuff even tho this isn't a full fic, i love u & i wish i could tag u!!

cassie48

“Dirty little secret”

Axl heck x Fem!Reader

Summary; You, being sues friend, and neighbour to the heck’s, were almost like part of their family. Axl was always like a brother to you, until he wasn’t, that’s when he really saw you.

You were sat in the Heck’s sitting room, doing homework with Sue. You were both sat on the floor on the carpet, sheets of paper surrounding the both of you like a storm.

“Sophmore year is so hard” You sighed to your best friend.

“Really?! Oh God don’t tell me that?” Sue said, as she was a freshman.

“You’ll be fine Sue, you always do well in school” You reassured her and she smiled calming down.

“Thanks…but I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you in school” Sue admitted.

Sue was more shy than you, she only had one or two friends, and she was very out there. But you had grown up together, and she was your best friend, you would never turn your back on her.

“Of course! And you’ve settled in really well Sue, you’re gonna be just fine” You said making her smile.

Just then you felt a pull on your head. Axl walked past, pulling your ponytail making you roll your eyes.

“What are you dorks doing?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“Homework Axl, go away?” Sue complained.

You only laughed “Axl people doesn’t even get it. Do you know the concept?”

“What are they, a band?” Axl said making you nod in disbelief.

“Well…Darrin and Sean are coming over soon, you dorks better not be here” Axl said, glancing at you one last time.

You caught his look and blushed, looking away. He left to go back on his room, when he was gone Sue looked back to you. “Are you excited for the first game of the season?”

You nodded “I hope they win”

Sue laughed “I’m more excited to see you cheer, it’s far more entertaining than football”

You smiled “I think Axl would disagree with that”

“As if I care” Sue rolled her eyes.

You went back to your homework.

That Friday, the first game of the season was on. Axl was playing, he had been part of the team since he was a freshman. He was their best player.

You had been a cheer leader since last year, when you joined high school. You loved it, and you’d made lots of friends through it.

Thankfully, the team had won, in fact they had destroyed the other school. You and your friends had nailed all of the cheers you had been practicing since the start of the year.

At the end of the night, you were waiting for Sue, as she was going back to your house for a sleepover. Suddenly someone approached you.

Greg Montgomery, a boy in the year ahead, a junior.

Like Axl

“Hey” He said, a smooth smile on his face.

“Oh..Hey” You smiled back softly.

“You looked really good out there, I was watching” He said, nodding.

“Oh…Thank you Greg” you smiled up to him.

“It was a good game, wasn’t it? I was surprised they did so well, usually the basketball team is the one to wipe out other teams, we’re good.” Greg boasted.

“Yes…the basketball team is good” You nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“Mhm…Well…I guess I’ll see you around?” He asked, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

You nodded “Sure” you said quietly.

He nodded “Goodnight” giving you one last smile.

“Night” You waved back.

Once he disappeared from sight, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Just then you felt a hand on his arm. You let out a small yell.

You turned to see Axl, you slapped his chest “What the hell!”

“Hey! Jeez!” He said, taking a step back after you slapped him. He was still in his football gear, muck on his face from the game.

You sighed “Sorry…you scared me”

“Sorry” he said with attitude.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“Forgot my helmet” He said, picking it up.

“Oh” You said.

Axl nodded, looking around before saying “So you were talking to Greg, huh?”

“Uh…yeah I was, why?” You asked him.

“Nothing…Nothing..” Axl said.

You shivered slightly in the cold. It was a crisp late September evening, when the evenings starting to cool down.

“Here” Axl said, handing you use varsity jacket he had been holding.

You smiled shyly “Thanks Axl”

Just then Sue yelled for you a few metres away. “I better go” You said.

“Yeah…..Wait!” Axl said suddenly.

You turned, looking at him “Yes?…”

He paused, swallowing, as if finding what he was even trying to say “I…..Nevermind”

You sighed, as if wishing he would say what you both knew he wanted too. “Alright…see you later?”

“Yeah” He nodded, a longing look in his eyes.

Greg had asked you to Homecoming, you had said yes. You weren’t really sure why you did. Maybe it’s because all of your friends told you too, that he was a junior, that you were lucky.

Or maybe it’s because you wanted to forget about someone else.

One evening, you were walking home from the library, at around 9pm. Your winter exams were coming up and you wanted some peace and quiet to study.

“Hey!” A voice yelled from a car beside you.

You looked over to see Greg “Oh…Hey, what’s up?”

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride home”He said with a smile that seemed too nice to reject.

“Oh….well…Okay” You agreed. You had a nervous feeling in your stomach, but it was late and you were tired.

When you were in the car, he put his arm around you, you tensed, but didn’t push him off.

When you realised he was driving the opposite way of your house you swallowed. “W-Where are you going”

Greg didn’t reply, only pulling in to a Cul De Sac and turning the car. He turned to you, leaning in to kiss you.

At first you froze, and then you pulled away “Greg…I want to go home please”

“Oh come on, have a little fun” He said, sliding his hand up your leg.

You swallowed, opening the car door and getting out. There were tears in your eyes “Hey! Come back!” Greg said.

You swallowed nervously, he was following you, but before he reached you there was a yell “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You both turned to see Axl. You wiped your tears, sighing in relief. Greg swallowed “Nothing Heck..beat it”

Axl only walked closer, straight up to Greg who swallowed “You beat it asshole, now”

Greg scoffed, glaring at you one last time before getting in his car and driving away.

Axl turned to you, watching nervously as tears fell down your cheeks “Hey…it’s okay he’s gone”

You sniffled, wiping your tears “Yeah..”

Axl froze for a moment before taking a step forward and hugging you. You felt yourself melting into his hold.

“He’s an asshole” He said, holding you against his chest.

“Yeah” You sighed, your tears finally stopping.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home” Axl offered.

You nodded, and you both began walking in the direction of your house. After a minute or too, he took your hand in his, and you let him.

On the day of the dance, you felt awful. Obviously you weren’t going with Greg anymore, so you felt like an idoit, everyone knew about what happened.

When you opened your door to go to the dance, your eyes widened, there he stood.

Axl.

You swallowed “I…I thought you were going with Jessica.” Jessica was a girl in Axls year. She was head of the cheerleaders.

“I was….but then I realised I wanted to spend the dance with someone I actually like” Axl admitted, staring at you.

“You…You like me?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah…I guess I do…just don’t tell people I said that…I’d sound like a dork” He said, you laughed.

At the dance, you spent the whole night together. You both saw Greg and Jessica together. Jessica knew what he had done and she still went with him, that was the kind of person she was.

You didn’t care though, because you were with exactly who you wanted to be with. The final song was a slow song, one that made Axl hold you even closer.

Your arms were around his neck, his around your waist. “I wanted to really thank you…for what happened last week”

“You don’t have to thank me for that” He said, and you could tell he meant it.

“No…I want to” you said.

He nodded “alright….but you should know I did it because I care”

“You care?” You asked.

“Yeah…I care about you” He admitted

You blushed smiling slightly, and before you knew it, he’d leant down, and kiss you. Your arms tightened around his neck, and he pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, your heads tilting.

When you pulled away Axl sighed “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that”

You laughed, kissing him again.

It was the perfect night.

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Axl Heck x Reader

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Enchanted Notes

BF! Theodore Nott x Gryffindor!Reader

I hated double Defence Against the Dark Arts on Fridays.

The classroom felt colder than any other room in the castle, even though the torches along the stone walls burned as brightly as always. Shadows pooled in the corners, flickering over shelves of pickled creatures and jars of something dark and tar-like that I didn’t really want to identify. The smell of old parchment, dust, and faint potions residue clung to the air, so thick it almost made me cough.

Snape’s presence never helped.

“Silence,” Snape breathed as he swept into the classroom, though no one had been foolish enough to be talking. His black robes billowed behind him, and the hush in the room seemed to harden, tight and brittle, under his cold, assessing gaze.

I straightened up in my seat, my quill already in my hand. Snape’s black eyes drifted over us, assessing, lingering on anyone who looked even remotely relaxed. My stomach clenched when his gaze passed over me, then moved on.

The seating chart was still as cruel as it had been at the beginning of the term. Theo was across the aisle, one row ahead, trapped between Parkinson and Zabini, quill spinning slowly between his fingers. From this angle, I could only see his profile and the dark mess of his hair, but I knew that if he turned, his eyes would find mine like they always did.

He didn’t, not yet. Probably because Snape was still walking between the rows like a bat surveying its cavern.

Snape reached the front and flicked his wand at the blackboard. Chalk leapt up and scraped across it, scribbling out a neat, cramped title.

DEFENCE AGAINST PRACTICAL DARK ARTS: NON-VERBAL COUNTER-CURSES

“Today,” said Snape, his silky voice cutting icily across the room, “we shall see whether any of you have managed to grasp even the simplest point of the assigned reading. Textbooks. Page two hundred and nineteen.”

Students rustled, flipping pages, quills scratching as a few overachievers took notes already. I opened my copy of Defensive Magical Theory and tried to ignore how the pages felt almost greasy from overuse. The text was dense and theoretical and about as exciting as watching ink dry.

Beside me, Seamus sighed loudly. “Merlin, this bloke could make a dragon fall asleep,” he muttered under his breath.

Snape’s head turned, very slightly. “Mr Finnigan,” he said in his soft, dangerous drawl, “perhaps you would care to enlighten the class as to the fundamental difference between a successful non-verbal counter-curse and a merely silent spellcasting attempt… that fails.”

Seamus went scarlet. “Er…”

I kept my eyes firmly on the textbook, even as I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. It wasn’t funny, not really, not when anyone could be next.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Theo’s shoulders shift. He leaned back just slightly, enough that I could see his hand move, casual and precise. A corner of parchment appeared under his fingers as if he’d had it ready for this exact moment.

I tried not to look.

“Non-verbal magic,” Snape began silkily, having clearly decided he would rather hear himself than listen to Finnigan blunder through an answer, “requires rather more than waving your wand about like a muggle and hoping for the best. It demands focus, intent, and most inconveniently for some of you... A functioning brain. Qualities which, it would appear, are in lamentably short supply in this room.”A few nervous laughs died as soon as they appeared.

My eyes flicked up, unable to help it. Theo’s head was bent like he was taking notes. His hand moved with easy, loose confidence across the parchment, his quill a faint blur. I watched the way his fingers held it, how he paused twice, the tip hovering like he was choosing a word carefully.

He didn’t look at me, which was exactly why I knew he was writing to me.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape’s voice sliced cleanly through my thoughts. My stomach lurched.

I snapped my gaze to him. “Yes, sir?”

His lips curled, not quite a smile. “Perhaps,” he murmured, “you can explain why so many so‑called wizards fail at non-verbal defensive magic, despite managing the simplest of spells.”

I swallowed. The answer was on the page. My fingers tightened around my quill. “They, um… they lose focus on the intent when they’re under pressure, sir,” I said, forcing the words to come out steady. “Especially with defensive spells. Fear interferes with the clarity of the spell’s purpose, so the magic doesn’t obey as precisely.”

Snape regarded me for a moment longer than was necessary, as though dissecting the answer rather than hearing it.

“Acceptable,” he said at last, making the word sound very much like an insult. “It appears at least one of you has troubled to open the book.”

I let out a slow breath through my nose as he moved on.

When I glanced sideways again, there it was.

A folded scrap of parchment had appeared by my ink bottle, nestled between my hand and the edge of my textbook. I hadn’t seen it travel. No one had reached over. Still, it sat there innocently, not even a tremor from the faint draft that always seemed to whisper through the room.

Theo still hadn’t turned around. His shoulders were set in that deceptively lazy slouch he used when he wanted to look like he didn’t care about anything. I knew better. His quill was upright in the ink bottle now, untouched.

My heart kicked up, just a little.

I shifted in my seat, letting my left arm fall in front of the parchment. With my right hand, I slid it toward me, fingers brushing the slightly rough edge.

The parchment was warm.

Not hot, not in any alarming way, but warmer than it should’ve been, like it had just been near a cup of tea or in someone’s pocket for ages. Or like it had been touched by a spell that hadn’t fully faded. The sensation sent a tiny thrill up my arm.

Snape’s voice droned on at the front of the class. “You will now spend the remainder of this lesson practising the wand movement and concentration exercise on page two hundred and twenty. If any of you manages to produce something even vaguely resembling a real counter-curse…” His black eyes swept over us again. “I shall be… astonished.”

Chairs scraped back as people reached for their wands. I took the distraction and unfolded the parchment carefully under the desk.

The ink appeared as if summoned by my eyes, dark lines blooming across the blank surface like someone was writing at that very moment.

You know you just impressed him, right?

I bit back a smile. The letters were unmistakably Theo’s: sharp, a little slanted, like they were holding in laughter.

I dipped my quill into the ink, my hand shielding the parchment from anyone nearby. The text faded slightly, not disappearing, but going faint enough that it looked like old notes.

You’re delusional, I wrote.

He hates all of us equally.

The moment my quill lifted, the words sank into the parchment, absorbed. A second later, my response brightened, readable. Then Theo’s letters shimmered into existence below mine.

He hates Potter more.

I almost snorted. Across the room, Harry, oblivious, was trying to copy the precise wand movement from the diagram in the book.

Focus on your own wand work, Nott. Or are you planning to charm your way out of the exam too?

There was the tiniest pause this time, like the parchment itself was thinking. Then the ink crawled back across it.

Depends. Are you offering to tutor me, amore?

My face warmed. Ridiculous. We’d been together long enough that he’d seen me in way worse states than “slightly flustered in DADA”, but there was still something about flirting under Snape’s nose that made my pulse trip.

I nudged my own wand out of the way and spared a half second to wave it in the precise pattern from the book, muttering the counter curse in my head. Nothing happened, which was probably for the best. I didn’t trust myself to focus with the parchment glowing faintly against my knee.

Maybe, I wrote. But I charge in chocolate frogs.

His reply came quicker this time, like he’d been waiting.

Done. Entire crate. I’m very bad at nonverbal magic, you see. Tragic, really.

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips refused to leave.

“Pair up,” Snape snapped suddenly. “If you can’t manage a counter curse alone, perhaps another idiot waving their wand about will help.”

The room shifted into motion. Books closed, chairs scraped, and wands were drawn fully now.

Seamus turned to me. “Wanna…?”

“I’ll work with Dean,” I said quickly, nodding toward the next desk where Dean was already getting up. It was a harmless lie, and Seamus shrugged and turned to Neville instead.

We rearranged a little, enough to satisfy Snape’s demand for pairs, but not enough that the seating actually changed. I angled my body so that my left shoulder blocked most of Snape’s view of my desk.

Dean practised the wand movement across from me, muttering under his breath. I raised my wand half-heartedly, but my focus slid back down to the parchment, which had warmed a touch more, like it approved of the cover the chaos gave us.

Is this really the best time to be doing this?

That’s exactly why it is the best time. Adrenaline improves recall. It’s scientific.

I stared at the words and giggled under my breath. You literally failed that Charms quiz on magical theory last week.

Ouch, he wrote.

Cold. I thought you were supposed to be nice to your boyfriend.

I shouldn’t have let the word make my chest feel lighter, but it did. Boyfriend. It still felt new enough to savour.

I glanced up.

Theo finally looked over his shoulder.

Our eyes met.

For a second, the rest of the room faded: Dean’s quiet cursing over a failed flick, Hermione’s focused whisper from three rows ahead, Snape’s robes sweeping ominously near the front. Theo’s eyes were a deep, steady green, expression calm in a way that didn’t match the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He raised one eyebrow the smallest fraction, like a question and a dare wrapped into one.

I looked back down abruptly before Snape could notice and pretended to fix my grip on my wand.

Fine, I wrote. Consider this your first lesson: stop distracting me or I’ll let Snape feed you to a Grindylow.

A line appeared almost instantly beneath my words.

…Is that a threat or a promise?

I bit my lower lip.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape’s voice cut through the hum of whispers and wand swishes again. “If you are quite finished daydreaming, perhaps you would care to attempt the exercise with your partner.”

My spine snapped straight. “Yes, sir.”

His gaze lingered, suspicious, then shifted to Dean. “Try not to let her hex you into the hospital wing.”

A few people tittered. I hoped my face wasn’t as hot as it felt.

Snape moved on, terrorising the next pair. I exhaled slowly.

Dean gave me an apologetic shrug. “D’you want to try once? I promise I won’t hold it against you if you accidentally curse my eyebrows off.”

“Once,” I said.

We raised our wands, muttered the incantation in our heads, and tried to imagine a hex dissolving harmlessly in front of us. My spell fizzled like static, more a tingle in my palm than anything visible.

“Better than mine,” Dean said dryly, lowering his wand.

I managed a weak smile and glanced down.

The parchment had grown impatient.

I saw that Theo had written. Not bad. But you’re a lot better when you’re yelling at me for leaving my tie on the floor.

I felt the laugh rise before I could stop it. I pressed my lips together.

You’re infuriating. Also, you’re the one who keeps leaving your tie everywhere.

A new line of ink formed, and this time, little decorative loops appeared at the ends of the letters, almost like the parchment itself was amused.

You don’t seem to mind when it’s on your bed.

My heart tripped.

I glared at the parchment as if that would make it behave. It didn’t.

Theo’s handwriting kept forming.

For scholarly purposes, of course. Studying the properties of pure blood Slytherin silk. Very serious academic work.

I could almost hear his voice in my head, that lazy, teasing drawl that sounded bored to anyone who didn’t know him, but always softened when he was talking to me.

You’re going to get us killed, I scrawled, shaking my head before writing again.

Or worse, detention.

The word “us” glowed a fraction brighter before settling like normal ink.

Sounds like a worthy cause...

Around us, spells misfired. A faint pop sounded from somewhere to my left, followed by a squeak and someone swearing. The air tasted faintly of ozone and something burnt.

Snape’s patience was wearing thinner by the second. “If any of you explode your wands,” he said icily from the front, “do not expect me to feel sorry for you.”

I swallowed, looking up briefly. His back was turned, cloak falling in straight, heavy lines, but I knew better than to trust that he wasn’t watching.

My hand itched to write again.

Fine, I gave in. If we’re doing this properly, lesson two: don’t be obvious when you’re cheating.

I waited.

Not like you, then. More of his writing appeared.

You practically glow when you’re lying.

I bristled. I do not.

I could feel his eyes on me even without looking up.

You do, he replied. Anyway, it’s cute.

I ducked my head, pretending to check the textbook for something. Your idea of flirting is very flawed, I wrote.

There was a pause.

Then: You don’t like it?

The shift in tone was tiny, just a fraction less joking, but I felt it.

I hesitated the briefest moment, fingers hovering. Around us, the noise of exasperated students and half hearted spellwork went on.

I like it...

Unfortunately.

The word darkened again in a way that had nothing to do with ink.

Good, came the answer.

Because I can’t stop.

My chest tightened pleasantly. I risked a tiny glance up, but Theo’s head was turned forward again, jaw set in a controlled line, expression neutral. I knew that if I could see his eyes from here, they’d be laughing.

“All of you, wands down,” Snape snapped suddenly. The room fell silent. “Since none of you can manage even the simplest aspect of nonverbal defence, you will instead spend the last ten minutes writing an essay paragraph describing why you are so incompetent.” His lip curled. “Perhaps the act of putting quill to parchment will remind your brains how to function.”

Around me, people sighed, but quills came out obediently.

I exhaled, half annoyed, half relieved. Essays I could handle.

I shifted the enchanted parchment slightly under my textbook so that only the top edge peeked out. On the blank piece in front of me, I started writing.

The difficulty in non-verbal defensive magic lies primarily in the caster’s mental discipline…

Words flowed easily enough. I barely had to think about it. My hand moved on its own while my attention drifted downwards again.

Essay time, I wrote in the margin of the enchanted parchment. Snape’s favourite.

If you write mine, I’ll give you half the crate of chocolate frogs.

I smirked.

Three quarters.

Greedy, came the answer. That’s my job.

I paused.

You can be greedy about other things, I wrote before I could overthink it.

Ink spread, then paused like it had stumbled over its own step.

Like what? he wrote.

You, I thought. My time, my attention, the way you hold my hand under the table in the library when no one’s looking, the way you smirk when you’re trying not to smile.

I didn’t write any of that.

Instead I delayed, scribbling another neat sentence about fear interfering with precise spellwork. A faint ache had started in my fingers from writing so quickly.

You’re supposed to be working, I deflected finally.

So are you...

His response came again, words appearing lower this time, like he’d shifted the parchment on his own desk and the magic was compensating:

Fine. We’ll call this a study break. What are you doing after dinner?

My heart kicked.

No plans, I wrote before I really thought about it.

Good, came quickly.

Then...

Because I’m stealing you.

Stealing me where?

You’ll see.

I pressed the tip of my quill down a little harder than necessary, leaving a tiny dark blot. That’s not helpful.

It’s not supposed to be. It’s supposed to be intriguing.

You’re so stupid, Nott.

And, you’re still reading this instead of finishing your essay.

I frowned, glancing at my actual work. I was, annoyingly, nearly done. The paragraph looked solid enough, neat lines of ink marching steadily across the page.

Almost finished, I wrote.

Good girl, appeared before the ink had even fully dried.

Heat shot through me so fast I almost dropped my quill. I dug my nails into the underside of the desk instead.

Merlin, Theo.

I forced my hand to form letters that didn’t look shaken.

You’re going to get hexed.

Worth it, he wrote.

I stared at the parchment for a beat too long, feeling my pulse in my throat, in my wrists, everywhere.

“Time,” Snape announced. “Quills down.”

The room obeyed reluctantly.

“Pass your work to the front,” he said. “I will read these when I have nothing better to do and need entertainment.”

Chairs scraped again. I slid my actual essay page to the front as requested, then turned my attention to the enchanted parchment to fold it up and hide it properly before anyone noticed.

I was a second too slow.

A flicker of shadow crossed my desk, and a pale hand, long fingered and precise, descended on the parchment.

I froze.

Snape’s fingers closed around it before I could react. He drew it out from under my textbook with infuriating ease, the enchanted paper fluttering lightly between his grip.

My heart stopped.

Across the room, I felt rather than saw Theo tense, like the air between us had gone tight.

Snape’s eyes, dark and glittering with something that was not kindness, dropped to the parchment.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he said quietly. The quiet was worse than any shout. “I was unaware that instructions to write an essay left space for… personal correspondence.”

Blood roared in my ears. My mouth went dry.

I opened it, but no sound came out.

He looked down at the parchment. I don’t know what he saw. The letters sat innocently there, dark and mocking.

Good girl.

Worth it.

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me.

His lip curled. “How touching.”

“It’s mine.”

The words cut across the silence, sharp and immediate.

Dozens of heads turned.

Theo had stood up.

He hadn’t raised his hand. He didn’t look nervous. He looked… steady. His chin lifted just a fraction, Slytherin tie perfectly knotted, expression blank in a way that wasn’t empty at all.

Snape’s head turned toward him, very slowly. “Mr Nott,” he said. “You are under the impression that believing the entire class wishes to hear you is not, in fact, a delusion?”

Theo didn’t flinch. “The note,” he said. “It’s mine.”

I stared at him, throat tight.

“Is it.” Snape’s voice could’ve sliced stone. “So you are admitting to disrupting my lesson and wasting time that should have been spent compensating for your classmates’ lack of talent?”

“Yes, sir.” Theo’s voice didn’t waver.

Snape stepped away from my desk, the parchment crumpling faintly between his fingers. He regarded Theo like something under glass.

“And Miss Y/L/N?” Snape asked. “She was merely a bystander in this… literary endeavor?”

Theo didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes on Snape, shoulders back. “Yes, sir.”

I wanted to say something. The words lodged behind my teeth. If I argued, I’d only make it worse. Snape would relish the chance to punish both of us.

“And is there a particular reason,” Snape continued, “that I should not assign you enough detentions to occupy what remains of your miserable school year?”

Theo’s jaw tightened once, a brief tick. “No, sir.”

For a heartbeat, something flickered across Snape’s face. Recognition, maybe. Or annoyance that Theo wasn’t giving him anything more to tear apart.

Then his expression smoothed into cool disdain.

“Detention, Mr Nott,” he said. “Tonight. My office. You will assist me in sorting and labelling certain… ingredients. I imagine their company will be preferable to that of your friends.”

A few Slytherins shifted uncomfortably.

“Yes, sir,” Theo said quietly.

Snape let the parchment fall.

It drifted down, weightless, landing on the stone floor between the rows. For a second, I swore the ink bled at the edges, like the spell tying it together had frayed under Snape’s touch.

He didn’t bother to pick it up.

“Class dismissed,” he said curtly. “Get out of my sight.”

The spell on the room broke at once. Chairs scraped, bags rustled, voices rose in relieved, nervous chatter. No one lingered near Snape. They knew better.

I stayed seated a second longer, my legs not quite ready to work.

Dean shot me a sympathetic look. “Rough luck,” he murmured, then hurried off after Seamus.

I stood finally, my hands shaking more than I liked, and bent quickly to pick up the parchment before anyone could notice it.

It was warm again.

The ink on the last line swam for a second, then settled.

Still worth it, it now read.

I swallowed, glancing up.

Theo was moving down the aisle toward the door, his bag slung over one shoulder. A small gap had formed around him, like the other students had unconsciously given him space. He looked unfazed.

I slipped the parchment into my pocket, grabbed my bag, and followed.

Outside the classroom, the corridor was cooler. The chatter of students bounced off the stone walls, fading as people peeled off toward different staircases. Torches flickered, painting the floor in stripes of gold and shadow.

Theo leaned against the wall a few steps from the classroom door, like he’d been waiting. His posture was loose again, that familiar, lazy slouch back in place, but his eyes sharpened when he saw me.

“You’re insane,” I said quietly as I walked up to him.

His mouth curved. “Accurate.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” My fingers curled in my pocket around the parchment.

“Didn’t I?” His gaze dropped briefly to my hand, then back to my face. “He already had your name on his tongue.”

“He has everyone’s name on his tongue,” I muttered. “It’s Snape.”

“Exactly,” Theo said. “He doesn’t need encouragement.”

I huffed out a breath, somewhere between exasperated and fond. “You got detention.”

He shrugged one shoulder, like it was nothing. “It’s not my first.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

He watched me for a moment, his expression softening just enough for me to see it. “You alright?” he asked.

The honest concern in his voice untied something tight in my chest.

“Yeah,” I said, and this time, it was mostly true. “Just… didn’t fancy Snape reading my private conversations aloud to the entire room.”

Theo’s lips quirked. “Can’t blame you. Though I’m sure he’d deliver your lines with great… feeling.”

I groaned. “Shut up.”

He took a half step closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne under the faint lingering scent of potions, something clean and sharp and familiar. His hand brushed mine, a soft, deliberate touch that sent a warm jolt up my arm.

“Let me see,” he said.

I hesitated, then pulled the parchment from my pocket and unfolded it. The writing had settled completely now, all our teasing preserved in gleaming black strokes.

Theo looked down at it, reading quickly, lips twitching at certain lines.

“Very incriminating,” he murmured. “Highly academic. Ten points from Gryffindor for corrupting a poor Slytherin.”

I snorted. “I did nothing. You started it.”

He tilted his head. “I seem to recall you negotiating chocolate frog rates.”

“Because you offered first,” I said. “I’m not turning down free chocolate.”

“Smart girl,” he said softly.

The words settled warm between us.

I swallowed. “You really didn’t have to take the blame,” I said again, quieter. “He could’ve given you a month of detentions.”

“He still might,” Theo said lightly. “But I’d rather spend my evenings sorting flobberworms than watch him humiliate you over a bloody piece of parchment.”

Heat crawled up my neck.

“That’s not exactly a grand romantic gesture,” I muttered.

He smiled, a small, genuine thing that didn’t quite reach his eyes but came close. “You set the bar too high if you think I’m capable of grand.” He paused. “I can, however, manage moderately idiotic.”

“Successfully,” I said.

“Thank you,” he replied gravely. “I work hard at it.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop the smile that finally broke through fully.

He watched it appear, and something eased in his shoulders.

“So,” I said, slipping the parchment back into my pocket like something precious. “Detention tonight?”

“Apparently,” he said. “Snape’s office, after dinner. I’m thrilled.”

I wrinkled my nose. “That place smells like pickled nightmares.”

He huffed a laugh. “You’ve been in there?”

“Once,” I said. “Wrong place, wrong time. Don’t ask.”

His eyes gleamed, curiosity obvious, but he didn’t push. “I’ll survive,” he said instead. “He can’t murder me. Too much paperwork.”

“Low bar for comfort,” I said.

Theo shifted, the corridor’s dim torchlight catching on the silver serpent pin on his tie. He looked at me for a heartbeat, then leaned in, voice dropping just a fraction.

“Walk you to the common room?” he asked.

“You’re not allowed in my tower,” I pointed out. “Remember the last time you tried?”

“I recall certain portraits having very strong opinions about Slytherins,” he said dryly. “Traumatic experience. I’m still in therapy.”

I laughed, the sound bouncing softly off the stone.

He nudged my shoulder with his. “Then I’ll walk you until the stairs go traitorous,” he amended. “Then you can abandon me to my tragic fate alone in the corridor.”

“Very dramatic,” I said.

“I’ve been told,” he replied.

We fell into step together, heading toward the staircase. Our hands brushed once, twice, then finally tangled, his fingers lacing through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The enchanted parchment sat warm in my pocket, pressing lightly against my hip with each step, a quiet reminder of the way he’d said, It’s mine.

I squeezed his hand.

“You know,” I said, glancing sideways at him, “if you’re going to keep getting detentions for me, I’m going to actually have to tutor you so you don’t fail everything.”

His mouth curved. “So you admit you’re offering tutoring now.”

I groaned. “That’s what you took from that?”

“It’s the most important part,” he said.

“And the chocolate frogs?”

“Obviously,” he replied. “I’m not suffering Snape’s company without snacks.”

I shook my head, but my hand didn’t leave his.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll tutor you.”

He looked satisfied in that infuriating, endearing way of his.

“Good,” he said. “Then after detention, I’ll come find you. We’ll start with non verbal counter curses.”

“In the common room?” I asked, amused. “I don’t think McGonagall wants spells misfiring near the armchairs.”

He hesitated, then that secretive glint slipped back into his eyes.

“Not the common room,” he said. “Somewhere else.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Mysterious.”

“Still not helpful?” he asked.

“Not even a little.”

He squeezed my hand back.

“Good,” he murmured. “It’s not supposed to be.”

And despite the detention, despite the lingering echo of Snape’s cold voice in my head, the warmth of his fingers in mine and the soft weight of the enchanted parchment at my side made the castle feel a little less cold as we climbed the stairs together.

simp-for-love

Best friends, huh?

Trick: Watching porn + Just the tip

bsf!Theodore Nott x fem!Reader

You and Theo Nott have always been the kind of best friends who blur boundaries — late-night talks, too-long touches, and the comfort of always ending up in each other's space. When a casual curiosity about "weird searches" spirals into watching porn together, the teasing turns into something you both can't ignore anymore.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, unprotected p in v, watching porn, explicit language, best friends to lovers trope, mutual pining, teasing

Word count: ~2,5k

You didn't think the night was going to get weird. Not in the beginning, anyway.

It was supposed to be just another Friday in Theo's place, sprawled on his bed while he sorted through a deck of Exploding Snap cards and you picked at the seam of his pillowcase. You always ended up here. His mattress was softer than yours, his bedroom always smelled faintly of cedarwood and parchment, and he had that knack for never kicking you out, no matter how late or absurd it got.

"Your shuffling is absolute shit," you said, watching him fumble the deck with amusement.

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i want to read a “the traitors” fic where the reader is hesitant to trust anyone and immediately clocks rob r as a traitor but no one will believe her because they’re all absolutely charmed by him and he’s so smug about it and flirts with her the entire time they’re at the castle because he knows it enrages her but he genuinely thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world and slowly her resolve starts to crack as she realizes oh no i think i like him - but no, he’s an asshole so i can’t.

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sometimes the loneliest place is in a crowded room

traitor rob rausch x shy faithful reader

loosely based on next episode with the fancy party, i'm turning it into a masquerade ball. i envision reader as a streamer who spends most of their time in their room and in comfy clothes. hope yall enjoyyy i just write for fun directly off my phone and don't proofread oops

It's the night of the masquerade ball. You're in your room getting ready, skimming through the provided options for what to wear. "It couldn't have been a cozy night in? Or a glow stick party or something? Just haaad to be a big fancy thing" you think to yourself. You're used to sweatpants and a crop top or spandex and an oversized tee or sweatshirt. Maybe a skirt and sweater if you're feeling fancy. Certainly not an elegant ballgown. The choices are all stunning though. You settle upon a glittery black dress. It's long but has a high slit on both sides so you figure it will be comfy enough, comparatively. Thankfully Alan is over the top and has multiple shawls to go with the gowns so you can cover your arms. You settle on a fuzzy black one. "My god...." you gasp as you see all the jewelry they've provided as well. I mean it's gotta be costume jewelry but still, there's so many options. You smile as you see a pretty gold snake necklace, as it reminds you of Rob. You put that on, and get your black mask on and decide to head downstairs. You're a bit nervous heading downstairs in heels as you seriously never wear them but you're taking it slow.

You reach the last step and wobble just a bit as you feel big warm hands steady you from behind. "Woahh, easy now. You okay?" He smirks as you realize it's him. He knew it was you the entire time walking down the stairs. You nod and thank him. Then you get a good look at him, in his own mask and attire. He's wearing a deep emerald suit with a black tie. It suits him... really suits him. "Shall we...?" he gestures for you both to go as you're kinda blocking the steps currently. You nod once again as you both head into the dinner hall.

The dinner party itself is... overwhelming to say the least. Your mind is racing. Everyone is on edge tonight and chatting up storms. While everyone is recognizable in their masks, they've certainly added a layer of tension to the evening. It's more difficult to tell if people are lying or being sincere now. On top of that, you're wondering if people can tell that you're uncomfortable in tonight's attire and if that discomfort is coming across as suspicious. I mean you know you're a faithful, but does everyone else? Plus, look at how Donna being more introverted got used against her and ended up being correct since she actually was a traitor. Now you're forced to be on 100 at all times and it's genuinely exhausting. You thought coming here would be a fun opportunity but it's been so much more stressful than you imagined.

••

After dinner officially ends, you step outside to take a breather. You exhale slowly as the cool night air hits you and you clutch at your shawl. You rest against the railing, almost like sitting on it but more upright. You take off your mask.

"2 high slits should be illegal."

You turn towards the door and he's barely even made it outside.

"Can you even see me from there? How'd you notice the slits?"

"I noticed them earlier." He steps fully outside now and leans against the rail next to you. He also takes off his mask and adjusts his hair.

"You did?"

"Mhm."

You roll your eyes as a faint smile creeps in but then you bite your lip and then exhale, realizing if he was looking at you then likely other people were too and what if they thought you looked bad or suspicious or fat or oh god this is on tv as well, how did you look on cam-

"Y/n?"

You turn your head and gaze up at him. The way he's looking at you isn't one of judgement or unkindness, not even a hint of it. It relaxes you just a bit so you breathe out again and respond.

"Sorry. I just- tonight is..."

"A lot?"

"YES. A lot."

"Can I speak candidly?"

You nod softly.

"People look at me and think I'm a big social guy. I'm not. Sure I'm more social now than growing up but not by much. I can post a thirst trap from the comfort of my own home but that doesn't mean I don't get nervous around people."

"You? Nervous? I find that hard to believe."

"Oh come on. You of all people should relate. I just fake it til I make it, and yeah I've mostly made it at this point... but not always, like tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. This is so not my scene, and I know it isn't yours either. Not because you make it obvious, to be clear. Instead, I knew what was running through my mind and as I was looking around, I realized you were experiencing the same feelings."

"What gave me away?"

"The constant fidgeting your fingers, smoothing your dress, fixing your hair."

"Wow you were really studying me huh?"

"You caught me."

"Is it because you think I'm a traitor?"

He laughs. "No. It's because I think you're cute."

You immediately blush. "Robbbbb I'm too exhausted to refrain from flirting."

"Even better. You'd be a really cute traitor."

"I'd be a horrible traitor."

"You think? I don't know, you could certainly fool me. I'm practically wrapped around your finger."

You laugh. "You are nooot. Plus, I think you'd be the better traitor between us both. Though, I really hope you're not."

Rob chuckles. "Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Because" you almost let that just be your answer, as if it should be obvious but you decide to elaborate anyway. "Because I appreciate the bond we've formed, and I'd hate to second guess the intent behind it."

"Wow." Rob is taken aback by that. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

"What does that have to-"

He leans closer and gently places his hand on your cheek. "I like you. Don't question that. Question if I'm faithful or a traitor, I don't care. But stop questioning how I feel about you and the legitimacy of it. Please."

You release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding since his hand touched your cheek. "Okayy, fine."

"Good." He keeps his hand on your cheek and slowly brings his other hand to your neck, finding your gold snake necklace. "Cute. Is this for me?"

You smile as you roll your eyes. "Maybe."

He inches closer and waits for your eyes to land back on him. When they do, they go to his eyes then quickly avert to the ground.

"Mm no. Stop that." He takes the hand that was on your necklace and gently tilts your chin and effectively your gaze back up to him.

You breathe out and gulp. "Rob..." your eyes reluctantly stay locked on his and you fidget with the slit in your dress. You look down slightly, not to the ground but to his lips this time.

He notices, of course he notices. He's been dying to kiss your dumb ass since he got outside. He swallows and leans closer, whispering "Come here." He waits for you to close the distance, wanting to ensure you want this just as much as he does. You do... so you lean in and crash your lips onto his effectively melting into him as your cheeks burn against the cool air.

What a night....

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Rob Rausch for the Quinn App

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The Day of the Jackal" Photocall , November 07, 2024 in Rome, Italy. 📸 Photo by Marco Geppetti on IG.

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"T" for Theodore

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

request: hi!! would it be okay if you did r21 + f20 for theodore nott?? would love a sweet fluff story where theo and the f!reader are just in love and in a lovely relationship, where theo gives her a necklace/ring which ever? not anything crazy or super tooth rottingly sweet <3

r21 - I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck. Not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me.

f20 - You know damn well for you I would ruin myself

"y/n, what is that?!"

pansy's hands paw at your neck, yanking the chain closer to her face for a better look.

astoria, who's interest had been piqued by pansy's screeching, leans in as well, eyes widening in realization. you know exactly what they're referring to.

iridecsense

I thought that it was important for everyone to see this gif I made of Newt checking out Tina and smirking slightly because it really shook me to my core.

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