i read all messages, feel free to send me a prompt or a vague idea. i prefer fluff, but anything goes, really. keep it reader-insert, no character x character or oc.
dedicated to all the beautiful artistic souls reading this, i hope you like it!
pairing: hannibal x gn!reader
warnings: yandere behaviour, unspecified age gap, my lack of knowledge of musical terms
you met in the backstage of your first recital
hannibal was mesmerised by your craft, such mature and fresh interpretation of his favourite piece
âthat was an excellent performance you gave usâ
you nearly dropped your music sheets from shock
âo, oh, thank you so much, sir. to be honest, i was worried the nerves came through too much and ruined itâŚâ
âi assure you, the concerto was flawless. mahler requires this uncertainty and you portrayed that beautifully.â
the way he said it seemed to lift all the weight from your shoulder; there was no room for question in his voice, just pure respect
âpardon me, where are my manners. my name is hannibal lecter and i would like to become your patronâ
and thatâs how it started: your relationship emerged from this contract and eventually evolved into friendship
in the end blossoming into something more
you always appreciate his remarks while practicing until late at night
heâs your biggest supporter!
always carrying your stuff from practice, saying he canât allow you hurting yourself
he would massage your hands after long practices, kissing the tips of your fingers like the most delicate of flowers
donât be shy about your callouses, hannibal sees them as a token of your hard work and dedication
theyâre beautiful, just like your mind and heart
he would do anything to protect you from critique
once upon a time someone dared write an unpleasant review of your performance and it was the end of their career
their body was found in the trash behind the opera house the next day and on their blog posted an apology to you, saying they were paid and coerced to say those abhorrent things to you
you never found out about this case, hannibal took you on a retreat to a national park, free of any distractions to âgain inspirationâ
he admires you as a connoisseur but also as an artist
he was a bit shy to showcase his work for the first time
but then he fell for you all over again when he heard you playing his pieces
they sound so different yet so familiar, he canât focus on the notes and instead stares at your hands, mesmerised
youâre his porcelain doll, the most precious treasure he will cherish until the end of his days
displayed only for his deserving eyes, inside a beautiful box, dancing to his tune, twirling around laughing, his applause is the only thing you can hear
too beautiful for others to truly appreciate, youâre hidden away in his study
this is so fucking self-indulgent it isnât even funny anymore
her loyal subject | theodore nott
harry potter masterlist
pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader
warnings: toxic relationship
theo is a player, one who is quite subtle about, but a player nonetheless
looks of a tortured adonis, you would never suspect him of using one-night-stands as an escape
heâs a sucker for control: alcohol to restrain his dark thoughts, cigarettes to keep his heart steady, quidditch to maintain his body in perfect shape
thetâs why he has never has real relationship: it would mean giving away too much power
coming from a long line of power-hungry ministry officials and parental issues, there are very few things that can send chills down his spine
including her
a flicker of light inside her eyes could make his breath sharpen, turning the stoic person theo was into an anxious prey
he wasnât lonely in his fear of y/n l/n
students called her a basilisk
one glance at a group of gossiping fourth-years and they instantly hushed; a ravenclaw a bit too eager to get silenced with a witty remark
her existence was a quiet reign: one of unspoken privileges, hushed voices and muffled cries of the heart
tapping on the marble floors, her heels played a demanding note. all eyes piercing into her frame, following her every step.
stories circulated of how she treated boys yearning to take her out, how she cruelly refused their request, brutally breaking their egos
but it was all a lie, one created out of jealousy and uncertainty
yet they didnât fail to spark curiosity in theodoreâs heart
so he makes himself unavoidable: pairing up in potions class, challenging both her intellect and patience each time she tutored him
after a month of this perplexing pursuit she decided to test his intentions
he barely managed to open his arithmancy textbook, she grabbed his chin, softly grazing her nails on his delicate skin
her eyes were hollow, no sign of hope: just decaying passion, buried deep under her stern expression
and then she kissed him
like pygmalion breathing life into galatea, her moves were careful and shy, almost regretful to ruin such perfection
âyou may go, nottâ she dismissed her student, but to no avail
he got what he wanted, right?
theo is confused, ecstatic and concerned at the same time. his heart stopped beating the moment her lips touched upon his mouth
heâs scared
so he tugs at her wrist and pleads: âmay i stay?â
itâs chilling, to never know whatâs going on inside her head, expect the unexpected, fear for her happiness
yet heâs so happy at the mere sight of her
always curious and striving for more of her affection
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everyone knows, that the descendants of the most powerful families always end up in the house of salazar slytherin. those ambitious individuals are set to become aurors and high-ranking ministry officials but their school lives arenât limited to studying. filled with power struggles, passionate romance and brutal takedowns
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my collection of stories set in the magical world of hogwarts. which life will you choose to live today? will it be in the arms of chivalrous cedric diggory or proud mattheo riddle? whoever you may prefer, im sure youâll find something that fulfills your heartâs desire. enjoy! <3
special series masterlist:
slytherin halloween event masterlist
(feat. draco malfoy, blasie zabini, mattheo riddle, theodore nott) set in late october, 1997. four stories centered around haunted objects, ghosts and unexplainable phenomena. would you survive the tricks your mind would play on you under the dark shroud of a rainy night?
snow on the beach - part of my winter collab with @slu7formen a christmas story portraying two people too deep in their own world to care about the reality
âŚand many more to come! any and all ideas are always welcome, donât hesitate to request a drabble or two, my lovely witch/wizard, my dms are open.
tell me why all stories portraying slytherin boys are about a soft hufflepuff or a ditzy revanclaw girlie making them a whipped mess. like, i really can't grasp the idea of fundamentally different people working out so well, especially in a high school setting.
where are my badass slytherin queens, who don't shy away from taking action and seducing the man of their dreams?!
inspired by snow on the beach by taylor swift (feat. lana del rey). the story of two people rewriting traditions. happy new year everyone!!
pairing: regulus black x gn!reader
warnings: heart-fluttering is expected!
family home. the place youâre supposed to feel most at ease, welcomed and safe. but within the world of sacred heritages and centuries-old dynasties it sometimes felt more like an elaborate prison. your mother the main guard, your siblings and cousins fellow inmates unwillingly participating in this masquerade-like event. yet this year was supposed to be different. the man of your life was standing by your side thought the dragging ceremonies, squeezing your hand every time a quiet sigh escaped your pouty lips.
he understood your pain better than anyone. hating the lineage you were forced to continue. still, having no will to abandon it completely. hell, there were times when you envied the fearlessness of siriusâs choice. admiring his courage, wishing you had as much strength as him. one glance at your boyfriendâs face was enough to keep your fantasies at bay.
âare you alright?â he mouthed over the sounds of a christmas carol. his concern so out of place with the joyful notes of the song, you cracked a weak smile. regulus joined your hands together and led the chorus with his solemn voice. the depth and complexity of his feelings ringing with every word he sang, making you thankful he managed to spend holidays with you. he fitted so well in the festivities, mingling with your family members, ever so stoic and charming standing by your side every second of the day. nursing old wounds under the moonlight.
times like these you were thankful that you never ran away, for it would mean you would never get to see regulus in you home. the way his face lit up tasting your motherâs dishes, complimenting the stuffing of the pie you made. the way his baritone blended in perfectly with the choir of your familyâs voices. snickering when your father told one of his many terrible jokes and making silly faces with your sisterâs children.
there were no dark undertones to the celebration with him by your side. no snarky comments reached your ears. the candlelight reflected in his eyes was so bright you couldnât notice how great aunt janice looked at you two. too lost in your own world, you were busy fantasising about the life you wanted to build with regulus. he seemed so much younger than his usual self, burdened with his familyâs expectations and brotherâs shadow resting upon his face. he was in peace.
slowly the dining room started emptying. children being put to sleep, some family members departing for home. thatâs why nobody paid attention to the young couple leaving. laughing like two kids who were playing hide-and-seek with their parents, hiding behind the doors and about to surprise them. âwhere are we going?â your boyfriendâs voice felt distant from the wind. but you couldnât be bothered neither by the snow drifts nor the blowing mistral. you tugged onto his sleeve, dragging him further, your careless laughter the only clue he had of the destination.
the view was hard to distinguish because of the snow but then it all made sense. the sudden change of surface that made his boots sink a little deeper. faint salty smell and humidity in his throat. âcareful now babyâ you whispered. as cliff was ending abruptly the sea came into full view. powerful in its silent struggle against the wall of sand, the horizon nowhere to be seen. stars blending with tiny snowflakes resting on the locks of your hair.
âfocillioâ regulus murmured under his breach, warmth from his wand encapsulating the both of you within its protective bubble. as if his mere presence wasnât enough to set your insides on fire. there was a bonfire of passion hiding beneath his long lashes, deep below the icy surface of his pupils only for you to see. and it was hungry. ever since you left the house it was begging to be set free and devour you both.
before he could even but his wand in the back pocket of his pants your lips landed on his. a little flustered at first, he responded eagerly. the kiss was sweet, full of grateful inexchanged feelings, it was patient, slowly progressing into a full-blown make-out session. your hands were wrapped around his frame, drawing hearts onto his lower back. you didnât notice when your face ended up nuzzled in his cashmere scarf, inhaling regulusâ scent. his head weighting on your shoulder, grounding you in this intimate moment.
but then you felt a cold pinch on your exposed neck. and then another two before snowflakes decorated the crown of your head. âbloody hell, im so sorry!â your boyfriend jumped away from you, scratching his hair in embarrassment. you just laughed and kissed his cheek. âyouâre just too distractingâ he murmured bashfully, causing you to erupt in laughter once again. âwhat? why are you laughing at me?â oh dear, he looked like a lost puppy. âiâm just really happy. thatâs allâ you confessed. regulus held your cheeks in his hands. âi love you, y/n l/nâ you went on your tiptoes to reach his face and join your foreheads together. âi love you too, regulus blackâ
grand finale of âslytherin halloweenâ inspired by âhoneymoonâ, lana del rey, the queen of my heart
slytherin halloween masterlist
pairing: mattheo riddle x gn!reader
warnings: none
ânobody cares about the music unless itâs their favourite song playingâ
âwhat?â despite being the dj he heard you perfectly, he just didnât want to believe what words just left your lips. âiâm saying: you can leave your post, comrade, and dance with me for merlinâs sakeâ you laughed while dragging him from the stage. you were right, no one batted an eyelash. in mattheoâs case it was from shock.
a little party never hurt no one - it was an unofficial slytherin motto. the serpent house was famous for unforgettable moments, breaching the lines between fantasy and reality. they were reserved for the strict elite, shrouded in an aura of mystery. cases of the finest champagne stacked carelessly, empty absinthe glasses sparkled with cigarette ash. groans of pleasure mixing with hysterical laughter. it was crazy, it was classy, it was addicting.
how easy it was to get lost in the feeling of letting go. music reminiscent of a sirenâs song, making you forget all about you everyday life. your deepest urges taking over the reins once and for all. at least until the sun rises again. unwanted memories gone, the best moments irreversibly imbedded in your brain, making you come back every time. âcause you want more.
the parties combined the wild energy of the gryffindor raves with mysterious dress-ups of ravenclaw. nobody knew who you are, unless you wanted it to be known. people smoking, people drinking. jokes could be heard at every corner of the room. as soon as one stepped into the common room, the became enveloped in the carefree atmosphere, reminiscent of a hufflepuff get-together.
a loose gown falling on your perfect hips, spinning with each turn you take. the fabric skipped through the air, finding no obstacle in other party goers. you were the only one on the dance floor, mattheoâs gaze fixated on your dance. every move hypnotising, tantalising, burning with devotion. like a child dancing in the rain, you were laughing. oh, what would he do to hear this sound all over again! it was like all thoughts left his head, leaving pure desire in place: a blue flame charring his insides.
âscrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need to feelâ his hands were on your waist, grasping onto your skin hungrily. it was too much, never enough. he was choking on the unknown.
so your slowly untied the ribbons keeping the mask in place. carefully placed his palms onto the smooth surface, his trusty muscles the only thing separating you from being uncovered. like a priest serving his deity, he lowered his head in respect.
and then he saw you. eros and venus, devil himself. beauty eternal, he would like to serve till the end of his days. you smirked at his naivety. blink of an eye and you disappeared.
your allure transfixed in the music around him. forever unobtainable and fickle. but he felt you with his whole being. mattheo inhaled this illusion of closure, smiling blissfully.
pairing: blaise zabini x gn!reader, implied mattheo riddle x gn!reader, pansy parkinson x gn!reader (platonic)
warnings: haunted objects, graphic language
âold people freak me outâ crabbe let out a hysterical laugh. âwhat?â hearing blaiseâs response, draco and goyle join in on the joke. âoh no, so thatâs why youâve been skipping transfiguration lately, huh?â the comment sparked another wave of snickering. âsays the one who nearly shit his pants while speaking beside dumbledoreâs officeâ âit was literally first gradeâ âyeah, yeah, whatever lets you sleep at night, mateâ
âwait, is this about the granny we saw in hogsmead on sunday?â your cheeks reddened as the room fell silent. it was no secret that you and blaise have been making circles around each other since the start of the school year. stares that lasted a spilt second too long to be friendly. mock duels that ended with both of you panting on the floor, giggling between snarky remarks about the spells you used. everyone could feel the tension, including you.
so when you finally decided to act upon it, you did it in secret. there is some truth in the stereotype that slytherin are jealous and vindictive. blaise wanted to spare you the judgemental glances of gryffindors and snide remarks from your friends. they could joke all they wanted, but as long as they had no proof of your relationship, the rumours were bound to die down as quickly as they gained traction.
well, that plan was no longer available.
âoh my god, y/n, is that what think it is?â pansy gushed and hugged you tightly. ân-no, please, itâs not-â she shushed you and whispered âoh you donât need to explain yourself to me, i totally understandâ you looked her in the eyes, searching for any trace of sarcasm or dishonesty. to your surprise, there were none. âiâve seen the way you look at mattheo, donât worry, i got your back honeyâ she winked and smiled devilishly. what have you gotten yourself into.
âso, what about her, blaise?âthe boy tensed up at the way pansy articulated his name. he stared at you for a second too long, looking for an explanation. you nudged him playfully. âyou know, the one selling the trinkets opposite to three broomsticksâ he coughed up before answering âyeah, thereâs something weird about her, iâve never seen anyone ever buying from herâ draco let out a teasing chuckle. âthatâs great, letâs find out why. right boys?â crabbe and goyle grinned in a way that made your stomach twist.
saturday was wet and foggy. roads smelled of rotting leaves and tipsy hogwarts students, empty and full of life at the same time. the whole way to the village you kept looking over your shoulder, finding only four pairs of eyes staring at you teasingly. you tightened the knot on your scarf.
"yo, she's not here, buddy" mattheo gave blaise a bored look. "haven't you heard the story? locals say she never stays at the same spot. let's go search some more" pansy was getting impatient "maybe she decided to sit this one out, can't blame her, this weather is horrible" "seriously, if we don't find her in the next ten minutes, let's just go for butterbeer and come back" you suggested, your tone careless, but heart trembling.
pansy was right. if it wasn't for this stupid joke you would gladly stay at the library, inhaling the atmosphere of overcaffeinated pupils and catching up on some potions essay. on a second thought, anything would be better than hanging out outside.
you felt a sudden pain in your arm. "hey, we're here, stop daydreaming" your friend whisper-shouted. "that doesn't give you the permission to hit me" you groaned, rubbing the aching spot. "you're right, but i'm doing you a big favour, so it doesn't matter"
the past few days have been a pain in the ass, all because pansy deluded herself that you're hopelessly infatuated with mattheo. gushing everytime you passed him in the corridor, giggling when snape gave you an assignment together. but at the same time, you were relieved she was no longer bothering you about blaise.
"um, mornin' m'am" blaise was visibly distressed, pushed out by draco in the accompaniment of goyleâs snickering. you couldnât do anything, you were standing on the crossroad with everyone and helping him out would result in months of teasing, which you wouldnât wish on your worst enemy. the lady didnât seem to notice his presence until he took a step back from the stand. âyour sweetheart would like to receive thisâ the colour drained from his face. he quickly nodded, payed and wobbly walked your way. mattheo run up to him just in time. blaise whispered few words, scrunched his face and fell to his knees.
the teddy bear has been staring at your for hours. whether you slept, studied or ate you could feel its eyes on you. at any other occasion you would find it romantic: a gift from your boyfriend that can keep you company when he canât. but the glass beads sown into the warm fabric were weird. never reflected the rays of the sun. they were crystal clear but you couldnât seem to find your reflection in them. they seemed⌠dead.
at first it kept sitting on your nightstand, patiently waiting for your return from class. the next day you would find it in your school bag or sitting on your desk, giving you judgemental glances as if you were late to an important meeting. but the worst part about this situation was that it but a strain on your relationship with blaise. as your secret spot became infested with the teddy bearâs presence you couldnât even talk in peace.
hell, you couldnât even sleep properly. you could swear you saw its eyes glowing at night, but maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you. because it wasnât any of your roommates. everyone was scared shitless of this toy. even draco told explicitly to âkeep this crap out of his sightâ
it was bad, really bad.
but the real nightmare started when the plushie started to appear in your dreams. telling you the darkest thoughts of your friends. describing the smell of decomposing corpses of cholera patients. making up next creative ways how to get rid of your loved ones. placing the ugliest of curses in their lips. making them into the people you knew they werenât. but the longer it went on, the more you started to doubt your own thoughts.
the final straw was when you yelled at flitwick during an exam. one moment you were sitting down, quietly writing down your answers, trying to remember all the things you studied the day before. but something wasnât right. you kept on scratching your arms, every single a different itchy spot. your moves became agitated, hair falling all over the place, grunting at every irritation your nails created on your skin.
it was probably one of the weasley twins playing tricks on you. or some wicked way mattheoâs fangirl was getting her revenge. or this dirty nerd sitting in front of you never fucking showers and has just transferred some bug onto your precious skin. before you knew it someone was caressing your arm, trying to get you to stop moving. but it only fuelled you anger: you wanted to scratch out every eyeball that dared observe your agony in peace. you fantasised about the way their blood would drip down your arms, covering you in crimson liquid.
oh, how nice it would feel! how their sacrifice would make the flame on your skin die slowly and painfully. how their screams and dread would drown out all your painful thoughts. maybe the way the veins would splatter on the floor would stop you from scratching your brains out just to let go of these painful desires.
you were panting. âmiss greengrass, would you mind escorting our y/n to madameâs-â the anxious notes in the professors voice made you laugh groggily. âdonât you fucking dare disturb my work ever againâ you hissed before picking up your quill and resuming the assignment.
âokay, iâve had enoughâ blaise sat you down at the common room. everyone was there sitting in a circle, the plushie thrown in the middle. it looked almost pitiful: abandoned by the person who was supposed to love and cherish it. but you didnât care. you slumped beside pansy, your eyes barely open, swollen from all the times you cried today. the silence was deafening, making you regret even coming here in the first place. you were all exhausted and had to do something with it.
a few ideas were thrown around, with not much of a response. everything seemed so blank, so helpless in comparison to the power sleeping inside of that teddy bear. finally nott articulated what crossed your minds. âwe have to kill itâ he whispered. goyle coughed nervously. it was the only way your desperate minds could understand.
someone brought a knife. you were staring at it impatiently, waiting for the surge of anger so common these days. but it never came. instead there was emptiness. deep sadness and no hope in sight. you had no power over this thing. but it had all the power over you. so you grabbed the plushie. threw it against the wall, stomped on it, jumped repeatedly, until there was no energy left in your body. you couldnât do anything towards it. you just could force yourself to hurt it.
so blaise stood up and took it from your hands. tore the fabric apart with a single motion, full of tears and unexpressed fear. he dropped the two parts to the floor. as your got lost in each others arms, there was a lingering sound of stabbing. each of your friends had a knife now: boring the blades deep into the bears cozy filling. and they didnât stop until a single thread was intact in this toy.
âhogwartâs going to shitâ the disgust was evident in his voice. his father was definitely hearing about this. âwhatâs happened this time to get you so riled up, blondie?â it was october, which in the slytherin common room was known as nagging season. if it wasnât the weather, it was mcgonagall. if it wasnât potter, it was the charms essay nobody could seem to figure out. there was always something, but barely any case actually ended up being laid out before lucius malfoy. but something in dracoâs voice hinted, that this oneâs gonna be different.
âif youâd bothered to look anywhere past deniseâs boobs, you would know what iâm talking about.â the room erupted in laughter as the friendly banter went on into the late hours of the night. but something was up, you could sense it. hidden deep under dracoâs annoyed façade was genuine distress. he kept glancing around the room, his eyes playing hide-and-seek with the prancing shadows. and when he though no one was looking, his gaze ended up over your head. you looked at the ceiling, curious.
like veins on your wrists, like a thousand deadly serpents, there was something growing. stretching its tentacles from the corners of the common room. tracing its intricate patterns down the wall your glare met dracoâs deep orbs. something you saw in them almost made you jump in your seat. oh how he dreaded not knowing something. lived for secrets. for the thrill of mystery, for the impenetrable fortress your mind was.
did draco love you? was he even capable of such feelings? to his knowledge you were an incomplete puzzle, magnetic force, object of envy. he didnât think about you, you were on his mind all the time, a cliffhanger in his favourite novel. he was positively infatuated with you.
âitâs disgustingâ you said as your friends retired to their respective dorm rooms. the blonde narrowed his eyes at you, seemingly confused. âthe mouldâ you clarified. âitâs quite obvious if you think about it, given the moisture of dungeons and variety of germs you and your teammates keep on spreadingâ
âand how would you know thatâ he scoffed carelessly, like you werenât the top of your herbology class. he was scared and wanted to believe in the certainty in your voice, but your calmness bothered him.
âbecause unlike someone, iâm not a self-obsessed, narcissistic douchebag!â
âself-obsessed and narcissistic are synonymsâ
âoh shut up, smartassâ
the humid smell filled your lungs and fuelled your anger. a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. there was a lingering presence in the room, something ominous staring up your legs, covering your wool socks with muddy water. you took a step towards draco. the carpet was completely soaked, water sloshed under you feet, making you shudder.
âwhat the fuck is thatâ
âthe hell would i knowâ the boy spat, wiping droplets of water from his cheek.
âdonât sweat it, you wouldnât understand it either wayâ
âexcuse me! iâve been the top student in potions since first year!â you laughed hysterically. âbut snape doesnât even like you! he uses you to get to potter!â venom was carelessly dripping from your voice. this whole situation was ridiculous, you never shouldâve stayed behind to talk.
âneat observation for a fraudulent genius like youâ you didnât need to look at his face to see the devilish smirk forming on his lips. draco didnât know what came over him, it was like all his feelings for you were channeled into his hateful words. every word he spat, the glances sneaking up your legs: their clear lines visible because of the water. âdonât you think youâre that sneaky. youâre not smart, you just pretend to be in order to get what you want. iâve seen the look on your face when sprout asks you a questionâ
suddenly the oxygen in your lungs felt like poison, exacerbating your ability to speak. breathing felt like torture, you were fuming. âwell, seems like you met your matchâ you retorted weakly. it took every ounce of energy left in your body not to cry. instead you smiled mockingly. yet your expression turned into horror as a blob of sage fell on your boots. you winced with disgust, letting out a groan.
the common room turned into a decaying mess. intricate gobelinos were smeared with verdigris gloop, hoarding an unbearable smell. the stench combined with the pain in your chest made you lose balance. the slippery floor wasnât making it easier for you to maintain your stability. the water rose from under your soles towards your ankles. it was darkening, waves attacking the remaining dry parts of your uniform.
the waves were forming tiny vortexes, spinning around the two of you, bringing you closer with every second that passed. it was a captivating sight: each of them carrying moss-like blobs, slowly connecting and forming bigger ones. it was chaotic, it was raw. its unstoppable force made you tremble with excitement.
there was an urge to dip your fingers into the water. to let go of the steadiness of the floor, let the fear go. to give in to the strength of the current, to swim without a thought in your head. become one with its unstoppable force.
your hands touched briefly. now you were standing in the eye of the hurricane, helplessly witnessing the destruction. couches, books, quills, duvets, pillows and candles; empty bottles of firescotch and dirty glasses. they all disappeared under the dark duckweed, spearing nor artworks nor essays.
âiâm sorry-â cried draco, your backs facing millimetres away from touching. your robes were soaked and you could feel his muscles trembling. âme- âyou wanted to reply him, but your voices joined in a scream. the current reached the fireplace, extinguishing the flame and carrying the bricks. the blonde dodged a lamp heading his way. he was panting heavily. âi accept your apologyâ the words werenât adding up in your head. you forced yourself to look at him, nearly being dragged away by the waves in the process.
draco caught you. his grip was steady, touch of his warm hand grounded you. unspoken words visible in his eyes. eyebrows drawn in worry, creases forming around his mouth. he was beautiful, he was strong. you loved draco. but were you even capable of feeling this way for anyone but yourself? always focused on protecting your best interest, often losing sight of what your heart really yearned for.
so you kissed him. slowly, desperately, savouring every last second you could get. scrambling moments before one of you lost your footing. his lips were cold and bruised, but felt like honey. addicting, way too sweet for the saltiness of your cheeks. you were crying. your legs tugged around dracoâs waist. his hands lost in the strands of your hair. barely breathing. âdonât you ever let me goâ he mumbled between placing little pecks onto your collarbone.
your minds were a mess. tangled thoughts, displaced memories. the common room ceased to exist. you could have been in the astronomy tower, the prefectâs bathroom, his dorm room: it didnât matter. your clothes were stained with desire, checks damp from unshed tears.
iâm honouring friday the 13th by posting the first chapter of my october series.
slytherin season masterlist
pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader
warnings: ghosts? alcohol consumption, smoking
autumn mornings at hogwarts were supposed to be dull. dark fog creeping through the heavy curtains, muffled snoring and groaning that slowly blurred into grumpy remarks and the sound of footsteps on the staircase. it was normal. comforting. just as for theo was your careless singing in the shower. your roommates always complained how you woke them up abruptly, but for him it meant safety. it meant you were near and excited for the day. it meant that everything was alright.
you would hum while brushing your hair, your hustling would slowly wake him up. and so theo would smile at you, jokingly complaining about your morning habits. you would scoff at him, maybe throw a pillow at him in retaliation. the laughter would commence as theodore slumped out of bed, lazily getting ready for the day. people would give you weird looks while getting down to the great hall. your morning were full of laughter and playful banter that could light up even the gloomiest of souls.
âi like your voiceâ
normally compliments made you flustered. you would let out an awkward chuckle or two and flush a little. who knew that an innocent sentence like this could send chills down your spine?
the letters were written in perfect cursive, like by a studious second-grader or an old-fashioned professor. it looked like copied from a calligraphy textbook. but what really scared you was that it wouldnât fade. the hazy surface of the mirror was eerily cold. you could see the dread in your right eye reflected in the dot of the third âiâ.
maybe it was a silly prank? your boyfriend, theodore, wasnât one for jokes, but it seemed like the only logical explanation. maybe he was testing out a new spell he has learnt? right, it was probably it. you could swear you had seen a glimpse of a smile on his lips as you went to the bathroom. âthat bastardâ, you thought, chuckling at yourself. there was no need for worry, it was just a prank. right.
âif you liked my voice that much, you couldâve just told me, you knowâ
nott was barely awake and visibly confused. âangel, i love you, but you sound like a choking hippogriffâ he grumbled and rolled over to the other side of the bed. âno, teddy, please donât fall asleepâ panic seeped though your voice. the boy sensed it (or had enough of you shaking him awake) and let you drag him into the bathroom. it took him a full minute to realise whatâs going on. âoh fuck.â
âokay, to summarise what we know now: no one has entered the dorm room since chris and blaise left. according to the archives, there is no spell that could leave such an imprint. also, itâs not potter who wanted to give you a scare. there is only one creature that could do it.â he didnât need to say it out loud. ghost were an inherent part of every wizardâs life. they presented as an imprint of oneâs soul, bound to someplace close to their heart. youâve seen them countless times, salazar, you greeted them each morning running to class. the thing is, they were allowed to stay at hogwarts only under some conditions. âon a second thought, forget it, school ghosts arenât hostile.â
âtheo?â he hummed in response, pouring himself a cup of coffee. âwhat if it wasnât a school ghost?â no, that was stupid. hogwarts was the safest place in the magical world. thereâs no way an evil spirit could just march in there and mess around without any consequences. yet after six years of studying here, you werenât so sure about it anymore. you squeezed your boyfriendâs arm.
day passed and you felt yourself becoming more paranoid than ever. always looking over your shoulder, hand clasped tightly over your wand. theodore picked up a habit of checking the bathroom before you entered. it was getting ridiculous but none of you could help it. in a desperate attempt to comfort you theo even considered consulting snape about spirits.
âi miss your smileâ
the sound of your screams rocked the foundations of slytherin dungeon. it echoed through the crocked staircase, rang in the main fireplace of the common room. you were shaking. the world developed awfully sharp edges and all the lights were blinding. everything was shaking. it made you want to scream even more. suddenly your body rose from the floor. you started wiggling and kicking the air, panic seeping though your breathless struggle.
âdidnât know youâre so strongâ a displeased grumble came from behind your back. your vision was so focused you couldnât see what was right in front of your face. his features scrunched tightly, forming creases around his deep eyes. you counted two blinks during what felt like an eternity. theodore nott was carrying you to bed. he was shaking. were you shaking? it felt like the whole world was shaking with you. âcalm down, loveâ he sighed. âskurge!â it was like a whole anvil was lifted from your chest. the boy caressed your cheek carefully, like checking for any injuries. then everything started to blur perfectly and weariness washed over you completely.
there was no plasm left on the bathroom floor. either nottâs charm was successful or there was nothing here in the first place. he didnât like the smell lingering in the room. it reminded him of an old sweater he wore to visit grandparentsâ graves. it was the odour of the chemicals used in muggle trains. feeling reminiscent of the split second before the ink spilled all over a potions essay. taste of fire whiskey before he was too drunk to ignore it. but it was the note on the mirror that made him puke.
the mirror incidents increased in frequency as halloween approached. you and theo were barely sleeping. teachers would take pity on you and wouldnât reprimand you for dozing off in their classes. it was bad. so bad you started giving up. stopped checking the bathroom two times before entering, stopped singing, stopped looking into the mirror. the sight of your hazy eyes was worse even than the foggy messages.
slowly it started affecting your roommates. heavy and disorderly footsteps became the trademark of your dorm room. schoolwork kept piling up relentlessly and none of you could force yourselves into completing the assignments. coffee was spilled, ink filled up your cups to the brim. weekends were the real torture that commenced with studentâs smiley faces and happy chatter.
âenough!â even draco was agitated from his friends behaviour. âweâre throwing a fucking party and your attendance is requiredâ he scoffed at your disheveled appearance. truth be told he was concerned. he saw theodore skipping classes just to smoke his heart away. his precious coat grey from the smoke and muddy from late night walks by the lake. he was always brooding, but this was extreme even for nott. as for you, well, you were a wreck. too unsettled to even notice the difference theoâs behaviour. you were both constantly on edge, frantically holding hands until your knuckles whitened.
malfoy didnât lie. it was fucking party. music blaring so loudly it almost drown out your thoughts and worries. after the second glass of whiskey you let out a broken laugh. crabb was on his fourth glass and was telling something about muggles and their weird traditions. an empty bottle became a makeshift broom that muggles use to try and become wizards. goyle was trying to hold him up, but was laughing so hard he fell to the floor first.
by midnight blaise started talking uncontrollably. it was a constant stream of words, from which you picked out particularly âghostâ, âmirrorâ and âfreakâ. turns out you and theo werenât going crazy or at least werenât the only ones losing their sanity. the look of terror on his face wouldâve been hilarious if it wasnât for your own worries. as your circled quieted down, a group of ravenclaws approached with their gossip. and more booze.
âi canât believe itâs real!â exclaimed one of them. âthe fuck do you mean?â theo was sobering up from anger. âthe legend! i mean, donât tell me you havenât heard of amanda dovetail?â one look into your tired eyes and she lost her amusement. the girl cleared her throat. âso, she was a second-year slytherin. i believe she died quite suddenly after living a life of curiosity and passion for learning. many believe her spirit couldnât give up the school of her dreams yet, so she stayed around. her energy is weak, so she chooses to come back only once in ten years. but then itâs like sheâs living there all over again.â
you put down you glass carefully and got up. nott wanted to stop you, but one look into your eyes and he stayed in his place. you wanted out.
you spend the rest of the night reading charms textbooks and old studentsâ diaries. turns out amanda indeed comes back every october and tries to bond with the current residents of her old dorm. after all this fear and weariness you still wanted to help her. so you read out loud, slowly and patiently explaining more difficult concepts.
the next morning your notes were scattered all over the room. the first letters of each page read: thank you.
celebrating the spooky month of october i wanted to create a series of halloween one-shots including the slytherin boys! for every week of october i will be posting a new story featuring a new character. the order is completely random, feel free to send me some ideas: iâll be more that happy to include them!
one-shots:
draco malfoy - beauty lies in the eye of the beholder hurricane - barely anyone bothers to look up at the ceiling. but the slytherin common room was getting infested by a mysterious mold
theodore nott - âi like your voiceâ - there is this one habit that you developed a long time ago. singing in the shower was this absurd little ritual that helped lift up your spirits. what if one day a review appeared written out on your foggy mirror.
blaise zabini - haunted love - as leaves start to fall from the trees, strange things start to happen around hogsmeadge. an adorable old lady with her small stand, every year waiting in a different place. selling little trinkets, looking innocent and nostalgic, but no one has the guts to approach her, ever.
mattheo riddle - << mattheo, y/nâs version >> - everyone knows that slytherin parties are the best. well, if you like detaching from reality and making bad decisions. thereâs always something curious in the air. many tried to replicate the ambience, but music seems to be the final piece of the puzzle
so, gather round, my fellow witches and warlocks! letâs explore the ancient walls of hogwarts. but be careful, you never know what horror awaits just round the corner.
Headcannons request for Hannibal and Bedelia with their s/o being drunk after their date đ
lately iâm spoiling the bedelia stans and iâm not complaining, give the girl some love! thanks for the request and have a wonderful day hun! send requests guys, my asks are always open!
pairing: hannibal lecter x gn!reader, bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you đđťđ
i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so iâm very grateful for this ask, hope itâs what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you donât mind i altered the ask a little bit
pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
warnings: mention of mental illness
bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet
a - asking out
as much as i believe in bedeliaâs confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. âoh, iâm so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!â it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out
b - best friend
the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. itâs your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. itâs always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you donât need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmateâs embrace
c - cooking
i feel like she isnât a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but thatâs it. thatâs not to say she doesnât enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes youâre both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedeliaâs attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)
d - date time!
at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesnât like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesnât have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time
e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens
for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your loverâs eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart
f - favourite part
her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring
g - gifts
bedelia is a big spender and you canât convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. itâs always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now sheâs bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, thereâs no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday
h - holidays
i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosĂŠ. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. itâs the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.
i - illness
gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!
j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?
she despises seeing you jealous. for her itâs a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it canât be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. âwhatâs wrong, dear?âwas her voice a little too loud, she wondered. âit was cruel. i wish people knew youâre mine and stop doing such things.â it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.
k - kisses
kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, theyâre playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, sheâs feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, youâre savouring every second.
l - love language
words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. itâs just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesnât really get through. thereâs just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.
m - mornings
hates to waste time in morning. not to say sheâs an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. itâs like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through peopleâs darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it
n - nicknames
for you: duckling! thereâs a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldnât miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying âand who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?â
for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didnât try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns
o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?
to be honest she doesnât like discussing her past. itâs complicated and painful so she doesnât want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess whatâs on her mind. just donât press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly
p - pda (public display of affection)
melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. itâs subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. itâs the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesnât take a detective to tell how much in love you are
q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?
queen of small gestures. once again, itâs her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. itâs gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes âoh, i remember that oneâ even though you donât remember telling her about this detail
r - romance
she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. sheâs not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesnât make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.
s - sense of security
constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibalâs wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when heâs in jail, itâs like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.
t - temper
i would say sheâs a stoic person, to the point itâs unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they wonât notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time youâve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, sheâs like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.
u - unwinding
i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she havenât noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. thatâs also the reason you eat out so much. itâs become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while
v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?
she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease
w - warmth and wishes
âwell, and what did you pray for?â she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldnât leave bedeliaâs thoughts. youâre not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. âi asked that you would believe me.â her baffled expression begged for more. âitâs just⌠i love you so much and i canât stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, itâs my birthday after all.â you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. âthen who am i to deny your wish, duckling?â
x - xtra, random headcanon for you!
has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.
y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship
incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of whatâs real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. sheâs sure about the relationship with you, so donât make the mistake of doubting it.
z - zzz⌠sleeping habits!
as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldnât want to burden you with her struggles, but with time youâve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask whatâs bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow
