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Chasing Dreams

Spot Conlon x GN !Soulmate! Reader 

“I sleep so I can see you, 

Cause I hate to wait so long” 

[Sailor Song, Gigi Perez, 2025]

CW: soulmate au, gn reader, loosely edited. I wrote part 1 a whopping 3 years ago so my writing style has changed and may not match super well. I also tried to go back to part 1 and make it more aesthetic looking but uhhh tumblr hates me and wouldnt let me so 💞

part 1

x

Many might say a prayer spoken to an empty sky is the one most unheard. 

Though it’s intriguing to wonder if maybe the prayer spoken to a crowded sky is truly the one ignored. 

Y/n lays awake once more, their stiff mattress doing little to settle their restlessness.  Hands folded over one another, resting on their chest, they stare holes into the familiar ceiling above.

 It had been another demanding day at the bakery, met with another night alone. Their impatience was growing, their affirmations of “waiting will pay off” starting to feel dull. Instead, their mind swims with doubt. 

Y/n’s eyes trail away from the ceiling, and they peek out the window, finding the deep navy sky. 

Maybe the reason they were yet to find their soulmate was because so many others were in the same boat- the universe can only join so many people’s paths at once. It’s inevitable that some are bound to wait at the back of the line, right?

The thought lingers in their mind for a moment. It’s possible, it makes sense. Yet a pout still follows, and Y/n cant help but bitterly think that if the universe cant handle playing Cupid, then it shouldn’t have taken on the job. 

Realizing how petty that must sound, the baker sighs once more and rolls onto their side, hollow bones sinking into the mattress. 

“I hope you find me soon.” They mutter, before falling into a miserable sleep.

xx

The bakery is rather slow, today. A stark comparison to the rattling, bustling crowd from just a few days prior- today it seems only a few of the regulars and some curious souls have stopped by, as well as a few window shoppers peeking in through the glass. 

Y/n leans on the counter, elbow pressed to the surface and chin digging into their palm. To their left, a display of desserts sweetens up the room- colorful frosting standing out against the brown of the wood trim and the deep, flowery wallpaper. Behind them, shelves on shelves of bread loaves and pastries that couldn’t fit into the glass display. To their right, the register, only opened a handful of times since opening this morning.

Faintly, they hear the shouts of a newsboy outside, waving his paper stack in the air to try and entice the people who pass by the corner that he occupies. In just a couple of hours, when he’s sold through his heavy stack, he’ll run on back to the doc just a few blocks down, just like clockwork.

Boredom creeps up Y/n’s spine, eating at them. It’s the fifth time this week that they’ve been put at the counter, and it’s the 3rd time this week that barely anyone has actually come in. Not that they would prefer to be overwhelmed by orders- but a steady stream of people would be much better than this. 

Staring at the door, they imagine if their soulmate were to walk in right now. 

A hopeless daydream, but one they feed into anyways. Maybe their soulmate would have a newspaper under their arm, bought off the kid on the corner, and a couple extra dollars they’re willing to spend. Perhaps they would smile brightly at the sight of Y/n- knowing immediately, as if they walked into the bakery with the sole intention of finding them.

But alas, the door remains closed, and there’s no beautiful stranger in sight to come and sweep Y/n off their feet. With a sigh, Y/n presses further into their palm. This is getting ridiculous.

xx

The yearning has spread into their dreams.

Amidst scrambled visions, they feel the phantom warmth of what they can only imagine is a lover’s touch. It holds them closely, yet every time they turn, Y/n is greeted only by a blurry face. 

When they awake, they’re cold again- realizing that once again they were fooled by their own brain. 

At first, Y/n was bitter. What, they were being mocked now? Years alone only to be taunted in their own dreams- like dangling the carrot in front of their face, just to pull it away in a flash.

But now, they’ve begun to seek it out. What once felt like a cruel tease now feels like the best they’re gonna get. When their head hits the pillow- they anticipate the blooming coziness that fills their chest only in dreams. 

Sometimes they get too hopeful, and once again the carrot is tugged away from them; not by waking up, instead by falling into a sleep with no trace of their lover. Those nights, Y/n wakes up disappointed. 

At work, when neck deep in dough and frosting, they imagine dreaming of their soulmate once more. Only for a moment though- as they’ve become paranoid of jinxing it. Just a quick daydream was all Y/n would allow for themself.

Sometimes they dream of conversations with their lover, words that they don’t remember in the morning. Other times, they hug each other close, walk hand in hand and press kisses to each others knuckles. It’s these touches that Y/n still feels lingering when they awake, only to be gone again by noon.

xx

“Have a wonderful day, ma’am.” Y/n says through an exaggerated, sweet smile. Watching the woman disappear through the entryway, the door bell ringing quietly, they immediately slump against the countertop.  

Even with an empty shop and a soon-to-be-setting sun, the h/c still has another hour to go before being released. 

Slinking away from the display case, Y/n slips into the back kitchen, greeted by the strong smell of sweets. Although the day is winding down, the few on kitchen duty are still bustling about, preparing for the opening shift tomorrow. 

Filled with cooking equipment, shelves of spices and sugars, the tan walls create a coziness to the kitchen that makes it much more bearable when forced to work in it for hours on end. 

“Hello, y/n.” One of the baker girls greets them, her flour covered hands clearly sore from hours of work. Smiling weakly, y/n moves to her work station, carefully avoiding the racks of bread and cakes. 

“Hello, how is the bread going?”

The girl, who goes by Sara, settles a blob of dough into a bread pan. “As well as it can be,” she jokes, making room for y/n as they lean onto the sleek table. 

Y/n considers Sara to be a friend, so they feel no need to hide the drained look in their eyes. 

“Would you like any help with anything?” They ask politely, to which the girl nods and gestures towards the racks of sweets by the wall. 

“Would you mind helping me stock the last shelves?” They nod at Sara’s request, pushing up the hem of their sleeves in preparation.

Just as y/n is about to grab the first rack, the familiar ding of the door bell faintly echoes from the front. A groan slips out before they can help it, making Sara giggle softly. 

“I suppose I have to attend to that.” They mutter, stepping away from the baking station and dusting off any loose flour that may have landed on their clothes. 

As they reach the front counter, they are immediately greeted by a whole herd of what appears to be the local news boys. 

Freezing in the doorway, they watch the bustling crowd of kids and teens, eyes darting to where their poor coworker stands, rushing to scribble down all their orders. 

Unfortunately for Y/n, the coworker spots them and with the spin of his heel, gestures for them to take his spot. Ugh, of course.

Catching the last of the orders, the baker begins to gently place at least a dozen of their cheapest cookies and little cakes into bags- narrowly avoiding the eager hands of the youngest newsies as they reach for the paper bags of sweets. 

Just within ear shot, they hear a couple of older boys proudly chatting amongst themselves. 

“Thanks for this, Spot, really.”

“Yeah, well, after the sales we’ve been getting, I think we deserve ourselves a celebration!” 

That quickly explains why the herd of newsies had suddenly flocked to the bakery, which is usually rather slow this close to closing. The boys’ thick New York accents lace their voices, and the one boy- Spot, was it?- seems to be the leader of the group.  Y/n’s not sure what about his voice seems to have caught their attention, but when they hear it they feel a line of goosebumps trail their shoulder. Strange.

After passing the sweets to the rowdy bunch in front of the counter, the group begins to file out back into the lively Brooklyn streets. All except for one.

Surely older than the rest, that whom Y/n assumes is Spot remains. Ushering the group through the door, he now triumphantly approaches the counter with a bag of change jingling in his hand.

Neither of them meet eyes- y/n too busy ringing up the large order, him too busy sorting his money. 

“Sorry for all the ruckus, honey, it’s a big day for Brooklyn.” He boasts. 

The trail of goosebumps spreads, and Y/n has no clue why until finally, they look up from the register.

His eyes are blue. They freeze when they see them, and he visibly stiffens.

It’s silent for a moment, but they each feel like noise is bursting in their ears, blossoming like waves in their chest. For a second, Y/n is sure they’ve gone crazy. Have they gotten so desperate that they’re now tricking themself into thinking everyone is their soulmate?

But, something sparks in their gut- the feeling that everyone has described. A feeling that if their skin were to touch his right now, a new star would be born into the sky. 

He’s staring at them like he’s just discovered something unbelievable. Something new has lit in his eyes- and Y/n knows he knows. His triumphant smile drops for a second, only to form again with a new form of excitement. 

Silence, electric silence for just a moment.

“Spot Conlon.” Is the first thing that slips out of his mouth- looking like an idiot mumbling nothing but his name. It sends a rush as warm as spring through Y/n- realizing now that they finally know the name of their soulmate.

“Y/n L/n.” They stupidly murmur back, eyes flickering down to where his fingers slowly inch towards theres, as if he’s cautious and impatient all the same. 

Soon, his hand envelopes theirs, bringing it up from the counter, tangling their fingers. Heat blooms everywhere that their skin touches each other, and Spot’s hand almost seems to glow a soft orange, as if he were pressing his hand to the shell of a light bulb. 

“Oh my god.” Y/n whispers, voice lightly shaking. Their dreams came flooding back to them, fitting Spot’s face into every missing frame. 

Without thinking, they slip out from behind the counter, never letting their hand leave his. They shuffle in front of him, taking him in with their eyes, him doing the same to them. For a moment they almost start jumping for joy, but Spot’s long-awaited presence makes it hard to anything but touch, look. 

Spot, on the other hand, feels his heart beating out of his chest. Their hand in his almost makes him drop to his knees, just to crawl to their feet and bury his nose into their waist. In fact, it surprises him that his feet are still in contact with the tile floor.

“Y/n.” He repeats slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue, make itself comfortable in the roof of his mouth. Hearing him say it, Y/n smiles giddily. 

They found him.

Their gaze flickers down to their intertwined hands. Gently, as if he’ll wash away at any moment, they slide both their palms up to his biceps- seeing how it feels to finally hold him. Their thumbs press into the swell of his muscle, sliding across the fabric of his shirt, just to move to his shoulders. Exploring, savoring. One finger glides over his suspender strap, memorizing how the red fabric feels under their fingertips.

Warm palms find their hips- he’s gentle at first, but with the joyful beating in his chest, he more firmly rubs his hands over their sides, feeling their torso for the first time. 

“You’re real.” 

It comes out a whisper, but still receives a breathy chuckle in return. 

“You’re here.”

Dragging their hands over his shoulders and chest, smile wide, Y/n finally brings their gaze to meet Spot’s. Blue eyes, a gentle nose- they weren’t sure what they were expecting, but this exceeds anything they could’ve asked for. But maybe that’s the excitement talking, the utter disbelief.

The pair’s feet shuffle closer together, each of them entranced with the other. 

Spot has so many things to say, yet nothing fits right. So, he utters their name again- this time more surely.

“Y/n.” He grins, accent thick, curling around the syllables nicely.

“Spot.” Y/n mumbles in return, the name clicking perfectly. 

A knocking at the window interrupts the charged air. 

“Hey, Spot! Quit flirting, will ya?”

The name doesn’t sound the same when coming from a newsie, scolding the boy.

And, it’s certainly not enough to fully break the trance. Spot’s eyes don’t flicker towards the glass for many more moments, too caught up in Y/n’s pull; in their smell filling his nose and their fingers sliding across his collar. 

When he does finally glance away, he’s met with the many stares of newsies piled against the window, nosy and impatient. He swallows thickly, and Y/n’s gaze follows, already dreading the loss of his warmth. 

Spot turns back to them, pulling them closer. 

“I’ll come back tomorrow- don’t you go anywhere, sweetheart.” He whispers, squeezing their hips gently, promise lingering in his touch. Y/n nods eagerly.

“I won’t, and you better not either.” 

Spot shakes his head, cheeks twinged a rare pink. He starts to step back towards the door- only to glance back at the counter.

“How much do I owe, sweetheart” He asks. Y/n looks back at the register- having completely forgot about the check.  They don’t even remember if they rung up the total, or if they got distracted before they were able to do so.

“Uh…” they trail off, trying to think but thoughts cutting short. Another knock to the window.

As much as y/n doesn’t want spot to leave just yet, they know his group is waiting on him- and it seems hes thinking the same thing. He would make the newsies wait if Y/n asked- but they don’t, instead glancing at the register once more before looking back.

“Pay me tomorrow.” They say. Spot’s lips curl into yet another grin, which y/n hopes to never forget, before nodding.

“You have my word.” He says, slowly slipping away from their embrace. Hes disappointed to leave, having to let go so soon after finally finding them. But, he’ll be back tomorrow- maybe even the day after that. So he slowly slinks back to the door, eyes never leaving them until his feet are carrying him over the sidewalk, through the crowd of newsies that flock to his feet, spitting out questions and suggestive remarks. He ignores them all, walking from cloud nine all the way back to the crowded newsies house.

Y/n watches him go, taking a second to process. They can still feel where his hands rested mere seconds ago, this time not having to worry that the lingering touches will disappear with the rising sun. Instead, they bask in his air, accompanied by the rise of dusk. 

For once, they didn’t start their night alone.

I like to think that the next day, after the initial disbelief and bliss and stuff, they start thinking of everything they want to do with each other. Like spot imagines y/n sitting alongside him on his makeshift throne on the docs, y/n imagines bringing him home sweets from the bakery, etc.

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[prythiansprincess]

LOOSE LIPS | a theo nott fic.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings."

word count: 2,312.

summary: a night out with the boys goes awry when draco concocts a nightmare combination of tequila and potions, causing a disastrous turn of events in which theo nott finally spills his deepest, darkest secret.

author's note: happy fluff friday! i'm writing again and trying not to hate it. please bear with me as I try to find my footing again. i'm painstakingly going through all of my fic ideas and picking out the ones that don't make me want to scream and tear my hair out. anyways enough yapping, enjoy x

♫ paper rings - taylor swift. nav. more theo.

One shot. 

Two shots. 

Three shots. 

Another and another. At a certain point, the tequila that his friends had been generously supplying him with started tasting like water; a tell-tale sign that this innocent snake’s night out — as innocent as any Slytherin could reasonably be, which is to say not at all — was on the verge of devolving into an absolute shit show of epic proportions. Still, Theo Nott had never been the type to back down from a challenge. 

Despite his complete lack of self-preservation, Salazar forgive him for the odious display of idiotic bravery and recklessness that was really more suited to his former house rivals, Theo couldn’t help but think that he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. Mainly, the reason for tonight’s celebration. Though he could hardly be blamed. Somewhere between his fifth and sixth shot of whatever nightmare-inducing potion-laced liquor Draco had concocted, the purpose of their gathering had understandably slipped through the cracks of Theo’s inebriated mind. 

Shame. Theo was usually sharper than this, but he could hardly be expected to be rich, handsome, and sober at all times. Merlin, he was just a man. A very drunk and emotional man with loose lips that could sink a whole bloody armada. 

In the corner of the dimly lit booth, Theo poked his best mate’s shoulder and leaned in conspiratorially. “I have a secret.” 

Mattheo blinked slowly. The drink in his hand sloshed at the edges when he placed it atop the sticky table. Clearly, Riddle was not far behind in terms of being absolutely trollied. It made Theo feel loads better about his own drunken state. 

His mate grinned. “This should be good. Let’s hear it, then.” 

Theo nodded in confirmation. Little did his curly headed friend know that Theo was about to drop the juiciest bloody secret this group had ever heard since Pansy revealed her scandalous sexcapades with plant daddy Longbottom. “You know Y/N?” 

“Of course,” Mattheo drawled, dark eyes sharpening with focus. A shameless gossip, that one. Second only to the reigning king of scandals himself — Berkshire. “She’s one of my best friends.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “No, she’s my best friend. You’re more like an acquaintance.”

Mattheo snorted in response. “Does this have a point or are you just being a twat?”

“I’m getting to it!” Theo exclaimed, flailing his arms defensively. “Okay, so, Y/N… She’s just so pretty. And funny. And smart. A complete badass, too. Did you know that she once threatened to clobber the Weasel when he hit me with a bludger by accident?” 

The memory made Mattheo smile. Even though they were light years away from the boys they had been, there was something nostalgic about reminiscing their days at Hogwarts. Now they were fully fledged adults with actual responsibilities. Well, as much responsibility as it takes not to squander away their very sizable inheritances, but that was besides the point.

“Trust me, I remember. Malfoy and I had to pull her off of him before she committed gingercide.” 

Draco’s sigh was full of longing. “We should’ve just let her do it. That might’ve been our only chance to get rid of the little weasel.”

Enzo grinned. “You know, Y/N sat by your bed in the infirmary for a week.” 

Theo smiled in earnest, his chest squeezing at the memory of finding you asleep in the chair beside his bed, but still stubbornly refusing to let go of his hand even while unconscious. 

“She did, didn’t she?” Theo asked, feeling a bit teary eyed. Bugger. He had always been an emotional drunk. “Y/N’s so great.” 

Blaise smirked. “Oh, fantastic. The best gal around.” 

Tom scowled into his pint. How the elder Riddle managed to remain in control of his faculties despite the absolute debauchery of the night completely eluded Theo. “Does your blathering have a purpose, Theodore?” 

Theo childishly stuck out his tongue. “Don’t rush me.” 

Summoning every ounce of seriousness in his utterly unserious body, Theo lowered his voice to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. His glazed eyes scanned the booth full of his closest friends and dropped the proverbial bomb. 

“I’m in love with Y/N.” 

Theo dared to glance around, expecting shit to hit the fan. Instead, he was greeted by deadpan stares. Where was the drama? Where was the scandal? Certainly not with this group of ungrateful gits.

Draco, at least, appeared slightly amused. “No shit, Nott.” 

Mattheo pouted and crossed his arms. “I thought this was actually going to be juicy.” 

Beside him, Enzo patted Theo’s shoulder. “Mate, how drunk are you?” 

Annoyance very quickly shifted the mood. “You lot are the worst!” 

Regulus chuckled. “At least we’re not emotional drunks.” 

“Shut up, Reg. You cried when you saw a baby bird take flight once and you were completely sober then.” 

The conversation descended into chaos as the boys argued for the title of most ridiculous drunk. It seemed to be a tie between him and Mattheo, which in all honestly was not the least bit surprising, but the honorable mention of Berkshire once streaking through the quidditch pitch after one too many firewhiskeys at least made him a worthy contender. Bollocks to it all, Theo had lost interest altogether. 

The second stage of drunkenness hit him hard and fast. Theo felt tired and cranky and sleepy, but despite his overall weariness, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do a damned thing about it. 

“C’mon, Notty boy,” Mattheo grunted as he pulled on Theo’s arm. “It’s time to go.” 

Unfortunately for him, Theo was nothing but dead weight as he slumped back into the booth. Part of him was still annoyed at his friends’ utter lack of surprise when it came to his sordid confession, but a bigger part of him missed you even more. 

“Not you,” Theo whined as he slapped his best mate’s hand away. “I want Y/N. I miss her! I miss her smile and her eyes and her pretty hair.” 

Tom rolled his eyes in annoyance before turning to the group. “Shall I petrify him?” 

“No!” Mattheo exclaimed. “He has to be up early tomorrow. Y/N will literally murder me if I don’t get him back in one piece.” 

“Y/N?” Theo asked hopefully. “Is she coming here?” 

“No, she’s at home.” 

“Why?” Theo whined. “Why isn’t she here? We should’ve invited her. It’s not too late. Can we call her?” 

“It’s almost midnight,” Mattheo explained. “She’s probably asleep.” 

Theo stubbornly crossed his arms and stayed put. “I’m not leaving unless Y/N comes.” 

Mattheo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The others weren’t even trying to help. With the exception of Tom, who kept insisting on petrification. The younger Riddle glared at Draco. “I’m telling Y/N that you’re responsible for this. If I go down, you’re going down with me, ferret boy.” 

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “It’ll wear off before the ceremony.” 

Riddle only scowled before retrieving his mobile. Theo could barely hear his frantic whispering, but he could see his best mate’s grimace as you undoubtedly chewed him out from the other end. “It’s Theo. He keeps asking for you and he gets all weepy when we try to coax him out.” 

Theo was about to argue that he was by no means weepy. Just terribly missing his best friend and demanding her company right this instance or else he refused to move his drunk arse from the likely germ infested vinyl booth. A demand that seemed perfectly reasonable in his mind.

“I still say we stun him,” Tom offered. "If only for my entertainment."

The elder Riddle's mouth flicked into a smirk. Morgana, Theo truly must be drunk. There was no way Tom actually made a joke. Mattheo shook his head before hanging up the phone. Theo brightened, searching his best mate’s expression. 

“She’s on her way.” 

A few minutes later, you appeared around the corner donning one of Theo’s oversized hoodies, sweatpants, and fuzzy bunny slippers, probably because you simply couldn’t be arsed to put on proper shoes. The sight made Theo beam. Even sans makeup and your wild, unruly hair haphazardly tied into a messy bun, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen. 

Theo jumped to his feet once you reached their booth. “Hi, bella.” 

“Hi, Teddy.” You giggled as Theo pulled you into a bear hug, nearly knocking the two of you over with the force of his affection. “Got a little too sloshed again, huh?”

“Nooo…” Theo replied with a little huff. You raised a brow. “Okay, maybe. S’not my fault though. These wankers kept piling me with drinks. Plus, Tom threatened to petrify me.” You chuckled at the scowl Theo sent to the utterly unbothered elder Riddle. “Also, they didn’t even think my secret was good!”

That piqued your interest. “What secret?” 

Theo flushed, shyly stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Oh, I can’t tell you. It’s top secret.” 

After a bit more coaxing, you finally talked Theo into leaving. The rest of the boys bid their goodbyes outside of the pub with the exception of Mattheo, who thankfully helped you haul Theo back to your flat. Though he did receive a stern reprimand, you still hugged your friend tightly before he stepped into the floo to return to his own home. 

Theo wobbled as you led him into the bedroom. Leaning against the bureau, he peered into the assortment of clothes you were parsing through. “The spongeguy ones. Those are my —“

“Favorite,” you finished for him. “I know, Teddy. I got them for you. And it’s Spongebob, remember?” 

He nodded in agreement, but did not, in fact, remember. Theo was too preoccupied with the way you fussed over him as you helped him change into comfier clothing. Perhaps he should get drunk more often if it earned him special treatment.

The thought crossed his mind as he brushed his teeth, eyes seeking yours in the mirror and flashing you a lovesick smile. You winked back and bumped his hip, catching him off guard and nearly knocking him off his arse. Luckily, Theo found his balance by wrapping a strong arm around your waist and holding on for dear life. 

Moments later, the two of you finally settled into bed. Theo greedily snuggled up to your side while you ran your fingers through his hair. The affectionate gesture earned you a soft and happy little sigh of contentment.

“So, that secret,” you whispered in the dark. “Gonna tell me what you’re hiding from me, Teddy?” 

“Noooo, I can’t,” mumbled Theo as he nuzzled against your neck. 

You pulled away and poked his chest. “Tell me.” 

“Never!” 

“You.” Poke. 

“Know.” Poke. 

“You.” Another poke. 

“Want to.” 

Theo grabbed your wrists to cease the onslaught of attacks and pulled you closer instead. Watercolor eyes searched yours, expecting a hint of shyness and nerves that you usually would’ve displayed at such close proximity, but instead there was nothing but warmth and love in your eyes.

Eyes seeking one another, noses bumping together, lips nearly touching yet not quite. The precipice of a first kiss, but not really. In the back of his mind, he knew that the two of you had been here before. Theo leaned into your touch while you lovingly stroked his cheek. 

“Can I ask you a question, bella?” 

“Course, Teddy.” 

Theo swallowed, blinking away the silken night. “Are we…” His voice was lowered to a whisper, soft and gentle like a lover’s caress. “Are we dating?” 

A surge of disappointment speared his heart when you slowly shook your head. He suddenly wished he hadn't asked. It would've been nice to pretend for a moment longer. At least until he fell asleep. But then he had to ruin it by opening his big mouth. Theo took a shuddering breath, but the gentle kiss you pressed against his temple caused hope to rise up in him again.

“No, baby,” you corrected with a smile while waving your left hand in the air. “We’re engaged.” 

The diamond glittering brightly on your ring finger threatened to blind him even in the dark. How could he not have noticed? The damned thing had its own gravitational pull. Theo chuckled in disbelief as he inspected the familiar gold band encasing the six carat princess cut diamond, which was tastefully surrounded by a halo of smaller stones. His mother’s ring. 

Awe washed over him as he asked softly, gently, as though Theo was convinced that the revelation was too good to be true, “You’re my fiancée?”

“Mhm,” you murmured as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his nose, his forehead. His chin trembled when you kissed him slowly. Theo savored the pressure of your lips against his, a sensation that was both new and old to him at the same time. Even without the alcohol, you had always felt like that to him. Familiar yet unknown all at the same time. You were a complete paradox that perplexed his every waking moment, but he loved every second of it.

The fact that you were engaged made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. Theo chased after your lips, peppering you with kisses over and over again, just because he could. In fact, Theo had a civil duty to smother you in as much affection and devotion as he possibly could. Salazar, how did he ever get anything done? All he wanted to do was to kiss you until you were sick of it.

You giggled while Theo lovingly nuzzled his nose against your cheek, basking in your affection and adoration like he was starved for it. “Tonight was your bachelor party, remember? I told the boys to go easy on you, but I should’ve known they wouldn’t listen.” 

Realization came flooding back to him. “We’re getting married tomorrow,” he said in reverence. “You’re going to be my wife.” 

You nodded, smiling wide and bright for him. Only him. “You’re going to be my husband.” 

Theo mirrored your expression, the smile brightening his entire face in the most breathtaking way. Merlin, he really was beautiful. “I guess I can tell you my secret then.” 

“Oh?” 

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” 

You chuckled. “I’m in love with you too, Theo.” 

Theo caressed your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss as he sighed dreamily. Godric, you loved him. Utterly and irrevocably so. You giggled as Theo greedily snuggled into you again, his big arms wrapping you in his warmth as he tangled his long legs with yours. 

“Good night, Mrs. Nott.”

“Good night, Teddy.” 

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be careful with the messages asking for donations bc a lot of them are spam! I’ve been getting at least 4 a day, all anonymous, with different blogs tagged, but with basically the same message copy and pasted :/

Yes, I was starting to notice that as well. I tried to answer the ones with blogs that hadn’t been tagged yet, though my inbox is getting filled with them.

The point still stands; donate if you are able to help families in need, especially as issues in Gaza continue. I’m unable to donate so I reblogged posts with gofundme links in an effort to do my part- though I likely won’t respond to many more because of the spam

Everyone have a wonderful day/night <3

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Trying to write and release something soon gang

[whyareyouhere66]

Hi there,

I’m holding on to hope, one day at a time—and today, I’m asking for your support. My family is living through a reality no one should have to face, and I’m doing my best to keep our voices heard.

📌 Please take a second to check out my pinned post.

🔄 Sharing it can help it reach someone who might be able to help.

🤍 If you’re able to give even a little, your generosity could ease a heavy burden.

Your support, your time, your care—it all matters more than you know.

With love and deep appreciation,

@helpjehadddd

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[whyareyouhere66]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

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[whyareyouhere66]

Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

@aboodfmly

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[whyareyouhere66]

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasr-daher

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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[whyareyouhere66]

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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[whyareyouhere66]

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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[whyareyouhere66]

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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[whyareyouhere66]

My friend, I hope you are well.

💚💚

I'm Yousef from Gaza, a father of two boys and a girl.

I'm sending you a message saying I need a donation today. It's essential to buy milk, diapers, medicine, food, and drinks for my children.

We're currently experiencing a severe blockade and famine, and these things are very expensive.

Please, asking for help is not easy.

I'm asking for help and I'm ashamed. A small donation will save my daughters from death, cold, and hunger.

Please donate to help my children from death and war, and help me spread my story.

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[wafaa-aa]

🔴can you help me 🇵🇸🍉

This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

Go to paypal.me/wafaaresh2 and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

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Go to paypal.me/wafaaresh2 and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

[whyareyouhere66]

Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

@derawi1994

reblog and/or donate

[whyareyouhere66]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

The same for this one as well, rebloging or donating if you are able. My tags dont seem to be working atm, but tags for boost are helpful for spreading each post further on the platform!