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i can fix him (no really i can) // mattheo riddle x fem reader

playlist : i can fix him (no really i can) - taylor swift

summary : mattheo riddle is cold as ice , he always has been , so who are you to think you can fix him?

gryffindor reader , friends with golden trio , makes a bet , fluff , harry x reader platonic , swearing , honestly cringe but wtv

you sat in the great hall staring ahead of you at a certain brown haired boy , eating his food silently surrounded by his chatty friends he didnt seem to pay any mind to. mattheo riddle. he had always intriuged you , you werent sure your curiousity was requited but you knew you liked him. a lot.

"you best not be looking at him again y/n" hermione sighed , sat opposite to you and in front of the slytherin table.

"hermione , ive liked him since first year are we still seriously asking this question every day." you pulled your eyes away from him , and looked at the girl with a teasing smile , knowing you were guilty of staring.

"gosh you really need to get over it , i mean what about dean he seems to really like you?" you both turned your heads to look at hermiones suggested replacement for mattheo , who was currently trying to turn his pumkin juice into water just with his eyes.

you scoffed and turned back to hermione , who looked defeated , "im sure the conversation would be great."

hermione ingorned your sarcasm and continued to argue , "mattheo isnt a good guy we both know this,"

"i can fix him," you winked at her teasingly as she scoffed , containing a laugh.

"arent you just our brave little bob the builder," harry joked , you and hermione being completely startled by his and rons prescence next to you both , eventhough theyd been there the whole time.

you laughed at him , attempting to defend your claim, "no really i can! ill fix him so hard that he gets mistaken for golden boy cedric!"

"this is starting to sound oddly sexua-" ron stated blandly before hermione slapped his arm , making him stop talking abruptly and clutch it.

"i dont believe you," hermione stated simply as you smirked at her.

"end of the week and he'll like me back or atleast talk to me," you stuck your hand out as she hesitated before shaking it muttering a disapproving , 'deal'.

looking at her smugly you let your eyes quickly wander to mattheo , only to see him staring right at you. this caused you to gasp and turn you whole body to face harry next to you , who looked at you in confusion.

holding a hand to harrys ear and whispering , "is he still staring at me" timidly.

harry looked , only to see a very threatening mattheo riddle stare back at him like he started the wizarding war.

"oh merlin no not at you , hes looking at me , not in a .... very nice way," harry whispered back as you refused to turn , nervous by your crush of years staring in your direction.

grabbing harrys arm with your two hands and shaking it with a small cry of terror harry turned back to you, "hes so hot even when he looks like he wants to kill you! id let him as long as he never changed that gorgeous face"

"wow great to know you value my life," harry muttered sarcastically as you laughed at him before slowly turning bcak to face hermione , avoiding looking in mattheos direction.

"well hermione its great to do business with you," you smiled at her as she grimaced at you.

"he is a person you know," she said sternly.

"i know , thats the problem! hes good looking hes smart AND hes a good person!" you sighed.

"well i dont know about one of those things-" ron started in disinterested grumble.

"thats why im doing this hermione! hes so perfect that a little bet is the motivation i need to actually talk to him!" you ranted to her.

she just looked back a you blankly , nodding along to what you said , too bored to argue back.

"anyways , did anyone do their herbology homework?" hermione asked all three of us.

ron let out a defeated sigh , "how many times hermione , not all of us have that little time turning watch thing , we cant do herbology because its at the same time as history of magic!"

"well , ronald , i apolagise that i forgot!...." hermiones arguing back faded into the background as your sudden realisation that you had just made an impossible bet sunk in.

no one can melt mattheo riddle , it is literally impossible.

what have you gotten yourself into.

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maybe it is possible! oh the Gods of luck had blessed you today.

Dumbledore just announced the triwizard tournament and from your oh so knowledgable friend hermione , you knew that a ball was involved in the triwizard tournament. maybe the fact harrys name came out the goblet wasnt so good but you had a plan! now this may seem ridiculous , the ball isnt until christmas! but...throughout the term youre doing practices , the first one on friday! two days from now!

and your great plan was to dance with mattheo in this practice, gain his interest , ask him to hogsmeade over the weekend and then BOOM , hes in love!! all by the end of the week!

as you recited your plan to your three friends they looked back at you , horrified.

"right and... you expect mattheo riddle to fall in love with you , in three days?" ron asked in pure confusion.

"well yeah thats what i just said," you said with a shrug.

"y/n you're really not that charismatic i dont think youve ever flirted with anyeone nevermind asked a boy to hogsmeade," hermione said , almost with sympathy for your pure delusion.

"you guys are cruel i think i can ..... i cant do it." you dropped your act of confidence.

your shoulder slouched as you lost all hopes of catching the boy of your dreams , the plan drifting into the forgotten corner of your mind.

the trio watched you lose all happiness and life and let out sighs , harry deciding to speak up , "y/n i think your plan could work. i mean your flirting will be ... raw and.... new". he spoke with uncertainty as he tried to speak in a way that was reassuring , eventhough he didnt believe a word he said.

"really?" you said with hope , looking up at him.

"sure!" he smiled .

"let me practice on you harry!" as you turned to him with an excited smile drowning out his words of declining your request.

you looked at him with your prettiest smile , shuffling closer than before and playing with your hair , "hey boy , want me to be your chosen one?"

you winked at him as he blushed a deep red and looked anywhere but at you.

ron laughed loudly at harrys panic , "that really made you flustered?!, fucking hell!"

ron howled with laughter as harry rubbed his neck , until you turned to ron with the same flirtatious smile , "i really like your hair , i heard gingers are rare - wanna be my one in a million?"

ron paused his laughter and looked at you with horror , "there is literally like 5 other gingers in this room right now-"

"and out of all of them , i chose you" you winked at him as he was left speechless.

"yeah shes kinda good," ron laughed.

"all i can say is good luck, " hermione stated as you smiled in victory.

meanwhile an extremely angered mattheo riddle stood up from the slytherin table and stormed out the hall , having seen your whole encouter with harry.

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the next thing you knew , you were sat on a bench with all of your year group present , boys on one side , girls on the other. you clenched your shaking hands onto the bench on either side of you , staring directly forward and avoiding mattheo who was stood a few metres away from where you stared.

"you were so confident a few days ago why are you shaking?" hermione asked teasingly.

you snapped your head towards her with a hard glare , "im in no mood for teasing mione im gonna throw up."

she sighed , "just ask him to dance its not that bad y/n dont worry!"

"and if he says no?" you asked in panic.

"then he says no and you lose the bet , " she smiled.

"its...its not really about the bet mione i really like him , if he rejects me i dont think ill recover." you look down at your lap as your leg bounces.

"oh give over! theres about 5 people i can see right now , staring at you , itching to dance with you," she nodded her head in the direction of a group of ravenclaws staring at you as you cringed internally , "and... ha it looks like mattheos seen them too!" she teasingly whsipered in a sing-song voice.

you gave her a confused look before turning to see mattheo , who was actually throwing a deathly glare at the boys who were staring at you.

"theyre probably looking at you mione," you sulked as she went to argue back , interrupted by Mcgonagall walking into the room.

"silence!" she started as you drowned out her words for the next 5 minutes , only tuning back in when she made ron dance with her , laughing hysterically at him.

after a few minutes of rons awkward dancing she urged everyone to join in , everyone hesitated and stayed seated until - to everyones -suprise mattheo was the first person to walk forward with a confident stride to our side of the room , coming straight towards......you?!!

you made eye contact with him and held a hopeful smile until daphne stood infront of him, blocking your view of him and stopping him in his tracks . he tried to get past her until she whispered something to him , making him stop and put his hand on her waist , beginning to dance as everyone else seemed to do the same.

but you remained in your seat , motified by the sight of the boy you liked dancing with one of the prettiest girls in your year , right infront of you.

hermione rested her hand on your shoulder sympathetically before being dragged away by a guy shes friends with in ravenclaw.

you sat in silence until a hand came into your view , held out to you. following up the arm the hand was attached to you finally reached harrys smiling face.

"he sucks anyway , dance with me instead?" he smiled as you allow you sadness to fade slightly , nodding and grabbing harrys hand allowing yourself to be pulled into the middle of the floor , about two metres from where mattheo and daphne danced.

"thanks harry," you said softly as you rested your arms around his neck , his hands resting on your waist.

"no worries, theres no other girl id rather dance with in this room."

"asides from cho chang but ill let you have it because she isnt technically in the room," as you laughed at his flustered face.

"hows ron after dancing with-" you started.

"oh hes horrified , dont worry ill make sure to bring that up for the rest of his life. im sure fred and george will too when i tell them," you both laughed together , letting yourself feel the meloncholia leave.

"i-" you began before being cut off by a sudden presence stood next to you and harry.

turning to look at who had created the shadow inbetween you , you were just as horrified as ron was to see mattheo stood there looking at you.

"can we dance?" he said sternly , not sparing a single glance at harry who had let go of your waist.

"but you were dancing with daphne-"

"i just danced with her whilst draco mustered up the courage to ask her himself , she didnt want to have no one to dance with. i wanted to dance with you." he said with zero hesitation , only breaking eye contact to glance at your arms still behind harrys neck , making you drop them quickly.

"s-...sure" he didnt wait to grab your hand and bring you towards him , resting his hands on your hips and shoving harry out the way with his side.

you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks , hesitantly bringing your arms around his neck and swaying to the music with him , falling into step with everyone else.

he pulled you in closer , his expression becoming softer as harry was gone and it was just you.

"why did you want to dance with me?" you asked so softly it was almost a whisper , a low exchange between two unknowingly requited lovers.

"why wouldnt i?" he paused , a so small - it was almost not visible -smile gracing his lips , "youre interesting."

"how so?" you laughed.

he laughed too before replying , "i dont know im..drawn to you. i have been since first year , i guess i just never acted on it till now."

"why?..."

he paused , "well you like potter dont you? and i dont know if you realise this but every guy here wants to be with you , theyre just too scared and i guess i was too."

you looked at him with pure confusion , "i dont not like harry , hes my best friend!"

he laughed , "well considering you left him to dance with me i think i know that now."

you smiled up at him , admiring every feature you hadnt seen before from your distant pining. from his deep brown eyes to how perfect his curls layed on his head , the small scar across his eyebrow and the so faint freckles that you can only see them at this close proximity.

"i think youre interesting too," he smiled at your words as you left the first sign of your requited feelings , "i dont know you well but ive always liked you. at first it was just because youre hot - but now its much more! youre cold to everyone but i can tell youre probably really nice, and youre so passionate during quidditch matches , and youre so smart which is really suprising considering you only show up to the lessons we share- oh. oh!" you rambled as you realised how obvious his signs were this whole time.

he laughed at you a very light pink painting itself across his cheeks , "yeah , oh."

you looked down sheepishly until his soft voice caught your attention again, "well i guess a trip to hogsmeade has been due for quite a while then?"

you grinned at him nodding your head in excitement , "definetly!"

as you and mattheo continued to sway and talk about everything you could think of - harry , ron and hermione stood in the corner of the room.

"fuck off she actually did it!!" ron said in pure suprise.

"ive never seen mattheo riddle smile before," harry commented before turning to a happy hermione , "you owe her five chocolate bars."

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girlbooklover555 · 6 days

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"His lips were not innocent"

Regulus Arcturus Black x fem!reader

Warnings: Use of the word devil and angel, point of view and thoughts of regulus (perhaps you consider him ooc?) cute, tacky? attempt at something a bit poetic? probably dramatic? I used Google Translate in this post.

Anyone who saw the two teenagers kissing against a tree in the school garden wouldn't think it was a big deal.

At most, a teacher might give a slight scolding, but in reality the kiss was completely innocent, sweet and affectionate.

So why did he feel...

He didn't know what he felt...

All he knew was that, from his point of view, you were anything but innocent.

His lips were not innocent.

Her tongue against his was anything but innocent.

Your fingers on the back of his neck, stroking the strands of hair so softly, were anything but innocent.

Who would do this to him? Insert a needle of destiny made from the blood of the devil himself, used on the purest intentions of an angel like you all this time?

Sewing up his torn soul and frayed soul like gray dust from an abandoned tomb into her genuinely pure and good soul.

Her lips against his seemed to suck the dry, poisonous essence trapped by the thorny vines bathed in ancient bitterness, which penetrated the Slytherin's empty heart, leaving this angelic, luminous warmth of golden lines sewing and surrounding each thorn, removing them one by one.

This stupidly kind girl was driving him in the cheesiest and most sincere term possible... crazy.

Regulus sighed heavily, pulling away from your lips in shock.

Cum...

The gray eyes dig into the bright light of the girl in front of her, she doesn't even seem that affected.

She smiled as if she had been given ice cream, while he was possibly delirious, this sensation suffocating his mind to the point where he couldn't think straight...

was it love?

Passion?

Any term poets use? Or was it just you?

Regulus understood very well now why people kneel in front of others with a stupid box in their hands.

Lifting a shiny ring while on your knees seemed so miserably small now compared to this.

You were probably the complete opposite of a dementor.

Your kiss made him choke with affection.

He loved it and hated worshipping.

☆Masterlist marauders

#regulus black x reader #marauders fandom #regulus black kinnie #regulus black #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black x female reader #regulus arcturus black #Regulus black #regulus black x you #the marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

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girlbooklover555 · 7 days

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"Will I get my chocolate medal?"

Remus John Lupin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cute, cheesy? short. The reader has a dimple on her cheek. The reader is menstruating, but without many details about it. I used Google Translate in this post.

"You should be honored, you know," Remus sat on the side of the double bed as he opened the package.

“I feel so honored,” you sighed as you tried to snuggle more comfortably into the bed. Remus rolled his eyes, letting a musical laugh escape his lips.

You love that laugh...

"What do people do when they feel honored, dove?" Remus teased, bringing his hand to yours, stroking your fingers gently.

"Do you win a medal?" You scoffed, jokingly. "Will I get my chocolate medal?"

"Better," Remus exclaimed, laughing again.

"My favorite chocolate, which is super hard to find..." Remus' rambling was interrupted when his other free hand, which he was not holding, grabbed the chocolate bar.

“I love you,” you sighed, talking to the chocolate after tasting it.

Remus gave her a fake incredulous look.

“I love you too,” you quickly added, letting go of his hand to hold the hot water bottle against your body as you leaned in to kiss his lips.

Remus smirked briefly before taking the chocolate bar from your hands and biting off a small piece.

"I love you too," he said, mimicking her voice mockingly at the chocolate bar.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How hilarious, Lupin,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully.

You ended up laughing lightly before being interrupted by Remus' lips kissing the dimple in your cheek.

"Beautiful," he sighed, smiling before biting his own lip, holding back his goofy smile.

☆ Should I keep this style in future posts?

Masterlist Marauders

#marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus loves sirius #remus x reader #remus john lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #the marauders #marauders #wolfstar

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girlbooklover555 · 7 days

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I'm organizing my entire profile little by little, everything seems so messy.

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girlbooklover555 · 9 days

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This is not at all me projecting my own thoughts or feelings earlier today

Warnings: body image issues; major fluff; NOT proofread and written at work 💀; I think it reads pretty general neutral despite using an image that says sweet girl at the top but let me know otherwise??

It always seems to happen randomly, but at the same time you notice a pattern. You’ll be confident for days, really, truly feeling yourself. Thinking you look great in everything, noticing your confidence start to rise. And then it shifts. Usually a glimpse in a mirror or other reflective surface at an awkward angle sparks it, and tonight at the party it was the windows in the Slytherin common room. The usual view of the black lake is still there, but sans sunlight the murky view becomes black, creatures only visible if they’re nearly against the windows surface. A seemingly perfect scenario for classmates who want to party; a horrific scenario for you in this state of mind.

You had felt semi-confident earlier tonight, especially when you first entered the party with your friends and Enzo’s large hands that seems to cover the expanse of your back as he pulled you closer, chest flush to his as he kissed your forehead, “Stunning, per usual, baby.”

In your reflection now was all of your fears, all of your mistakes. Do my hips really have no shape from the front? One on your hands slid down your side as you took a long drink from your glass, your stomach dropping when you convinced yourself there was no real shape. Does my neck really look like that from the side? Oh god, what does he even see in me. Your thoughts kept you spiraling further and further.

Standing in front of the window seemed to be the only thing you could do, distracted from the party around you, not even glimmeringly aware of Enzo’s head popping above the crowd and the furrowed brow he acquired noticing you staring off into the distance of abyss that was the lake. He shoved through the crowd, easily ignoring complaints and protests to get closer to you. His hands on your hips, or lack there of in your current opinion, are what finally pulled you from your trance. You jumped slightly at the action, pushing his hands off your body quickly.

“Baby,” the sentiment left Enzo’s lips in a breathy laugh, “what’s goin on? You playing a game with me, sweet thing?” He took a step toward you, hands reaching out for you once more. When he was able to grasp hold, there was no hiding the way your body tensed. Your free hand grasped at the front of your neck, holding tight and pushing under your chin. Enzo’s face immediately turned serious, letting go of your waist and setting your cup down before lacing his fingers with yours.

Enzo guided you through the crowd, keeping you close and pushing people away as to make sure barely anyone touched you. “Oi, where you going, Berk?” Theo stopped his friend, a hand clasped on his shoulder. “I’m over the party. I’m taking them with me,” Enzo nodded towards you as he kept walking despite Theo’s protests for him to continue to party. There was no point in resisting, you knew that Enzo was determined to talk to you about what was bothering you and there was no avoiding it. You followed silently, the music of the party slowly fading as you went further up the stairs towards the dorm.

Once inside his room he let go of your hand, going to his trunk and pulling out a pair of pyjama bottoms and a tshirt, “Here, put these on.” You oblige, shedding your party clothes that you were starting to hate anyway. Enzo changed as well before climbing his lanky figure onto his bed, arms open wide and beckoning you to do the same. You walked over slowly, climbing into bed at a sloth pace, Enzo not even teasing to rush you. You settled near him, but not against him, which didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t push immediately, instead just asking you once more, “What happened just now. By the window.” You shrugged, “I was just noticing some things is all.”

Enzo pushed slightly, “Noticing what? Your beauty?” His tone was slightly teasing, but you knew it didn’t reach him fully with the concern he was having. “More like the lack of it,” you mumbled before a small gasp left you as Enzo pulled you underneath him, his knees now straddling your hips with ease as his hands caged you in on either side of your head. You stared up at him, noticing the sad look in his amber eyes, “Why would you say that? Did someone tell you that? Am I getting in a fight tomorrow?” You smiled slightly, shaking your head. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, “You’d have to fight me then, cause I’m the only one telling myself the negative, or the truth. I haven’t quite determined yet.” Enzo frowned at this, “Baby, what are you telling yourself?”

You let out a sigh, “Just that I’m shapeless, my neck is gross, and I have no idea why you’re with me.” Enzo’s frown lines seemed to deepen with every word you spoke. You closed your eyes, wanting to avoid whatever it was he looked like he was about to say, maybe lessen the blow of the scolding he was about to give you. Instead you felt his soft lips connect with the exposed skin of your neck. “I love your neck. You know why, hmm?” His words are mumbled slightly against your skin. “Because you’re delusional?” You chide.

He laughs slightly, the notion vibrating against your jugular as he nuzzles deeper into you, “Because it holds up that big beautiful brain, what makes you, you gorgeous.” You groan with a slight smile, “Enzie…you’re being cheesy.” The smile he then adorns is sickeningly sweet, “Get ready for a platter because it’s only going to get worse.” He scoots his body down lower, nestling himself between your legs, “And I love your legs, not just burying my face between them,” he bit the inside of your thigh through the pajama pants, making you pull his hair and lift his head up, “my love, these legs brought you to me, they show how strong you are; trust me when I say I’ve had to threaten a few guys and girls for staring too long for my liking.”

A playful squeeze to your hips is next, your smile returning more naturally and encouraging him further, “And these hips, this stomach,” he pressed a kiss over the tshirt, “my favorite place to rest my head after a long day.” And just as said he laid his head on top of you, instinctively you start to play with his hair, running your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed happily, “I can hear your heart beat like this, can hear when it slows and levels out, that’s how I know you’ve fallen asleep during movies.”

He wrapped his arms under and around you now, “now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll fall asleep like tonight.” He nuzzled his face against your stomach, really making himself comfortable. You closed your eyes, just relishing in Enzo’s affection. “Thank you,” it left your lips in almost a whisper. Enzo gave you another squeeze, “Always, Angel.”

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girlbooklover555 · 9 days

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theo nott x reader: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

the lipstick trend ( on tiktok )

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as soon as you said yes, theo shot out of bed and sauntered to your vanity, picking out a lipstick and forcing you to swatch it on your hand so he could see all the different colors and choose his favorite one. after much trial and error, he settled on a rich and deep red you didn't particularly wear but he absolutely loved on you, and pulled you closer.

"sit," your boyfriend demanded softly, smiling giddily. you rolled your eyes, grinning and huffing a laugh as you climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips, allowing him free access to your face. he lightly grabbed your chin and angled it down so he could swipe the crimson across your lips, his free hand on your thigh. up close, you could see a dust of light and occasional freckles scattered here and there across his face, his eyes so extraordinarily blue. "so pretty. you should wear this one more often," he commentated as he closed the cap and abandoned the tube on the desk.

you turned your head and inspected his job in the mirror, which was, surprisingly, not too bad. "who taught you how to put on lipstick, huh, theo?" you joked, turning back and lightly pecking his cheek, which transferred the red. he breathed a laugh. "been practicing for this?"

"i thought it was obvious."

you grabbed his chin, angling his face away from you and moving it as you kissed and kissed, leaving marks in your wake. his hands pulled you closer by the waist, and he hummed as you circled down to the corners of his mouth, his grip tightening. when you felt you were done, you pulled back, grinning widely. "my pretty boy." you left one kiss at his temple for extra measure and grabbed your phone from your pocket, opening tiktok.

"alright, you ready?"

he watched you find the audio, pecking your forehead and humming an approval.

"ready," he confirmed.

"okay, then." you uncapped the lipstick with one hand and shifted on his lap, so you sat facing the mirror. pressing the record button, the sound came to a start and you reapplied the slightly-faded red onto your lips again and made sure you missed a little, unable to contain your giggle. theo’s hand came into frame and turned your face, his thumb wiping away the smudge. you made eye-contact and as the video drew closer to the end, he pulled you in and smothered you in kisses, eliciting laugh after laugh from you and making a mess of your faces.

"theo!" you shrieked as it stopped and the finished video began replaying.

"perfect." he laughed after you, allowing you to turn to the mirror and inspect the damage.

"mm... this better have been worth the stain."

from the reflection, you saw his expression drop. "stain?!" for his face was covered in red.

of course, the video turned out adorable. of course, it took a good hour of scrubbing to get the lipstick off of both of you.

rah rah rah rah rah rah

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girlbooklover555 · 10 days

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Cold hands...

Dear Regulus

You weren't here when I woke up.

Did i do something wrong? I thought everything was fine... You haven't responded to me in weeks.

I thought we were fine...

My hands are cold...

Why did my wedding ring go dormant?

you I need to keep playing the piano...

☆

PS: This started out as a cute idea and turned into something melancholic... is it in the end a funeral? 🫠😭

Leave a flower for Regulus in the comments.

I used Google Translator

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girlbooklover555 · 11 days

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spoiler alert

Life can be complicated when you possess a rare kind of magic: the ability to see your future with someone upon meeting them. A chance encounter with Mattheo Riddle reveals more than you bargained for.

(Choose your own ending)

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

Warning: Mostly angst, some fluff, no use of y/n

✿ Masterlist | 1k words

You cradled the warm cup of tea in your hands as you made your way up the Astronomy Tower, careful not to spill any drop. It was a clear evening, the cool breeze floated lazily through the sky and the stars twinkled brightly. It was the perfect spot to unwind from the pressures of the day.

As you approached the arched balcony, a small orange glow caught your attention. Someone else was here, smoking. He turned upon hearing your footsteps approach.

“Hey stranger,” he called out. You took in his features, curly hair and bright eyes with a lopsided smirk, he was adorable.

“I’m Mattheo, care to smoke with me?” He asked, offering a fresh one from his pack of cigarettes.

You felt it then, magic coursing through your veins from the encounter. Time slowed down as it always did, vague images flashed in your mind and the all knowing voice of your future self spoke to you:

I tried to find all the words to tell you about this boy and how much you’ll love him. Oh the adventures you’ll have together and all the ways it will break your heart. One day you’re sixteen and you’re falling in love for the first time. Everything feels new and exciting. The warm buzzing in your veins when Mattheo bumps into your shoulder and runs his hand through your hair to brush off a leaf that fell. As if, as if. You’ll know it’s just an excuse but you won’t mind it at all. You’ll spend countless evenings in the Astronomy Tower, you with your tea and him with his cigarettes. You’ll talk for hours even though you’ll never remember every word you exchange. It’s enough to get to know him and hear his voice, a melody you’ll want to keep as the soundtrack to your life. You’ll find yourself spinning at the Yule Ball in a lovely dress feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world. You’ll laugh with him, his hand placed perfectly on your waist, bodies flush as you danced in sync, as if you were made just for each other. His other hand in yours, firm and warm as if he’ll never let go. Of course you had grown up with magic, it belonged in the air like oxygen and it sang in your bones. So you’ll wonder how it’s possible that the world is even more magical when you’re around him? Fast forward to when your wedding dress is tucked away at the back of your closet and his vows are on a crumpled paper in a drawer somewhere.

He’ll be good at forgetting dates and breaking promises. Too busy with his plans and ambitions, none of them will seem to include you anymore.

You’ll be good at forgiveness and do overs. After all, his jagged words and actions will be served in bite sized pieces so you’ll think you can stomach it all. You won’t realize it until your friend tells you that you smile less and stopped talking about your goals. You’ll figure out too late that you hacked away who you were to fit into his life, a wild hedge now perfectly manicured in his front lawn. You’ll tell him what you need, afraid you’re asking for too much. That you are too much. He’ll reassure you he can do better and for a while he does. Spoiler alert: it never lasts long. But here now, you are sixteen and evergreen. The stars are bright and so are your eyes. Your heart burns with dreams unrealized and passions you have yet to discover. Don’t take it for granted. My love, life is short but if you stay where you’re unhappy, life becomes insufferably too long.

You blink as the quiet returned and time resumed its course. The cool wind caressing your face brought you back to the present. You took a deep breath, warding off the looming nausea in your head. You’ve never seen that far off in the future before, someone potentially so significant in your life.

A crossroad: Do you choose to stay or leave? Scroll down for your answer.

Stay

“Well hi Mattheo, it’s nice to meet you,” you say as you walked towards him and introduced yourself. You take him up on his offer and held the cigarette in between your lips. Mattheo lit it for you so you inhaled the smoke, the first of many, and watched the wind carry away your exhalations. The air hummed with possibilities, romance, and heartbreak. That’s the thing about your visions, there was no way to know for sure if it would play out exactly as you’ve seen it. Where does one draw the line between destiny and our influence on the outcome? If you considered yourself seriously, you could say you’re an adventurer aspiring to chart her own course. But if you were more honest, perhaps you were simply in denial. Either way, you made your choice. You turned to Mattheo and watched him expertly take a drag from his cigarette. You studied the flex of his jaw and the curve of his lips. How can one stranger grow into something more and take up so much space in your life? Soon, you’ll be in love and dancing at a ball. You’re about to have some of the best years of your life and some of your worst. But maybe it’s worth it.

Leave

“No thanks,” you replied to the boy with curly hair and eager eyes and waved goodbye. You walked away without glancing back. Mattheo simply shrugged and returned to his cigarette, lost in his own thoughts once again. You retreat down the stairs, each step distanced you from a future of bliss and grief. No boy had to be worth your dreams, you thought. It was better this way. As you swivel back to the corridor, your mind swam in the power of choice as future regrets faded from your periphery. You yelped when you stumbled onto someone’s hard chest and warm tea spilled down his shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, far too exhausted with the evening’s surprises. “It’s okay, nothing a little magic can’t fix,” said the boy with perfectly wild hair and a kind smile, already casting a spell to return his shirt to its once pristine condition. You didn’t know him personally, but you recognized him as Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Now about your spilled tea, can I help you get another one?” he asked. You smiled back at him as magic thrummed in your veins and time started to slowed down.

✿ Masterlist

A/N: Based on the question, “if you knew how things would turn out, would you still make the same choices?” Another moment I was in my feels and spilled ink instead of the alternative. May have spilled the alternative anyway.

If you chose to leave, of course I had to sneak in my sweet and lovely Enzo in there ♡

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my last attempt to not let the first chapter of my story flop

Here it is.

#marauders era #regulus black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #the marauders #marauders

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'He was cute, he had very messy brown hair. Cute cute cute!'

Marauders AU

☆ | Poly!marauders x shy!fem!reader x R.A.B Please read this to understand a few things.

WARNINGS : no peter or voldemort, alternate universe so obviously the characters will fit in a bit in ooc.

warning about this chapter : Pre-teens acting like pre-teens? Things that only happen in movies/fanfiction? cute? corny? Character not validating his feelings, slight insecurity in appearance, Sirius makes a dark joke about mother issues and slightly anxious character.

Chapter Summary: Beginning of a Childhood Crush

I'm using google translator

(OBVIOUSLY WITHOUT REGULUS + SIRIUS!)

" I love Spider-Man," was all he could say.

" Sorry ? " you say in surprise, hearing his voice excited since you weren't expecting it.

"I said I love Spider-Man"

"No teachers, Lene," whispered Dorcas. Marlene McKinnon quickly climbed up to the Gryffindor table without caring about stepping on food or hands.

"Fuck, McKinnon," Sirius Black exclaimed angrily as his toast fell to the floor.

"Hush, Black," said Lily Evans, practically choking a piece of toast in Sirius' mouth.

"Yes, yes, hush, Sirius," said Remus, laughing as he agreed, even though he didn't know why.

But since when does Lily Evans have to have a reason?

"Me and the other Valkyries are planning a sleepover in our dorm for all the Gryffindor girls-" Marlene began to divulge as she balanced on the free space between the plates on the table.

"If it works out, we'll do it every year. We're still planning how it will work, so if you want to participate, look for one of the Valkyries and sign the list," concluded Marlene, leaning on Sirius' head to get down.

"Oh..." Sirius whimpered as he fixed his hair.

"I can go to this party, right? I've just been your friend's human cane," Sirius said, giving Lily his best heartthrob smile.

"No," Lily said, smiling as she stood up from her seat at the table.

"Dorcas?" he hummed, while making puppy dog eyes, but only earned an eye roll from the girl.

"She said it's for girls only," Remus said obviously as he poured juice into the glass.

"Exactly," Dorcas added, following her other friends with her clipboard.

James Potter thought he was having the worst possible start to his second year at Hogwarts.

He slept late, patiently listening to his best friend talk about his issues with his parents and how his little brother was going to start studying at Hogwarts this year.

As well as giving Remus his check-up questions about his furry problem.

Anyway...

He woke up late after stalling, but in reality he was dreaming about making the Quidditch team.

Like, let a man dream, you know?

Even when he said the friends could go down to the Great Hall at the front, he didn't expect to have a mini crisis of low self-esteem regarding his hair and glasses.

He was glad, at least, that his friends weren't there to see it, after all, it was bullshit from his point of view.

"Be a good friend, but don't forget to be a good anchor for yourself too."

He mentally repeated what his mother said to him and what he himself had said to Remus since finding out about his friend's story last year.

Be confident = Gryffindor

Gryffindor = Be confident

As he walked down the halls a little confused about where he was going, very distracted in his moment of insecurity, he didn't see you turning the corner.

You didn't see him either, because you were too busy with your own thoughts.

It was his first official day at Hogwarts to begin his first year.

But you didn't have any friends yet.

Yet...

"You can do it, just start a conversation..." she murmured softly as she fiddled with her rings, anxiously.

Then anxiety collided with insecurity.

You saw a small black blur fall in front of you and automatically bent down to catch it.

“Sorry,” they both say at the same time as you grab the glasses from the boy in front of you before he does.

He was cute, he had really messy brown hair, cute, cute, cute.

"Actually", you began to speak very awkwardly, "I should be the one apologizing", you add, looking away, seeing that one of the legs of his glasses has become loose.

James tilted his head to the side, playing with his hair trying to straighten it, while looking at you, finding your rosy cheeks cute, but not knowing what to say.

Starting to grow is strange, things that didn't make sense before now also continue to make no sense.

But this feeling was good.

He liked the discomfort he felt in his stomach seeing her cheeks turning pink.

He liked it when he saw her stutter out several apologies without waiting for him to have the chance to say it was okay.

He liked the long hair and the thin braids done in some random strands of hair.

He thought it was cute when she opened a decorated notebook full of colorful information that he couldn't quite register, taking out a 'childish' Spider-Man band-aid and wrapping it around his glasses to try to make the frames firm.

"I love Spider-Man" was all he could say.

"Sorry?" you say surprised hearing his excited voice since you weren't expecting it.

“I said I love Spider-Man,” he repeated, smiling genuinely when he noticed you didn’t stutter this time.

But it was kind of cute when she did it, in his opinion...

He even forgot about the betrayal he was suffering from the hair comb earlier.

Seeing the calm smile of the boy, who was probably his age or at least a year older, a shy smile appeared on his face as well.

"That's so cool," she replied, shyly offering the glasses to him, making him chuckle slightly.

"I will," she said, pointing to the door leading to the Great Hall.

"knows?" she added awkwardly, moving hands that had several delicate silver rings.

"Anyway", she murmured before rushing into the main hall, leaving behind a Gryffindor, now with his own pink cheeks, standing at the entrance, in the doorway, confused, without having the chance to respond again.

"Why is James standing there like a post?" asked Sirius, trying to steal some toast from Remus.

"I don't know," Remus said, patting the boy's hand lightly, reprimanding him.

"Why am I always getting attacked?" muttered Sirius in mock drama.

"It's a universal love language," the taller boy replied.

"Your mood depresses me," Sirius said, laughing, as toast magically appeared on his plate.

"It's my gift," Remus joked, getting up from the table.

"That's even more depressing," said Sirius, following him and taking the toast with him.

"That just proves my point," Remus added, absently reaching into one of his pockets.

"You look sad," Sirius sneered as he leaned on James's shoulder, who looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at the Gryffindor table.

"That girl," James said smiling, as he pointed to the long-haired girl.

"Pointing is ugly, James," Remus joked.

"I'm going to marry her," he added genuinely confidently, shrugging.

"Like this?" Sirius was confused.

"You're twelve and little do you know..." Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Sometimes it scares me when you talk like a mother, Remus," James laughed.

"He even attacks me like one", Sirius joked, but the smile died when he saw his friends' faces.

"Too dark?" he added, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, but it's okay," James reassured.

In the emptiest corner of the Gryffindor table, you thought about how you wished you knew a spell to fix the boy's glasses or how rude or strange you must have looked coming out like that. Why is socializing so difficult for you?

I really don't know how I feel about this chapter 🫠 We're going to start developing the dynamic with James, but it will be something like 'innocent childhood crush', after all, the characters are only eleven and twelve years old.

So for a while, it's just going to be holding hands and stuff like that, you know?

Please comment on what I need to improve 🙏

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