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[limerenze]

before and after - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey  x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; adrian comforts y/n during + after a panic attack while they both deal with the aftermath of the second wizarding war

Word Count; 2.3k

A/N; this is based on my literal very first request. i was soooo excited to do this!!! i hope i did u justice, anon. i did tweak/add to this a little more- just so i could make it into a whole standalone but also so it could fit my writing style a little more. i do suffer with panic/anxiety attacks myself and they are not fun at all and i didn't want this to romanticize them in any way shape or form… so if you feel i did that- please know it was not my intention at all.

ALSO??? THIS IS MY FIRST FIC BACK SINCE LIKE JULYYYYY!!! HEYYY MISSED U GUYS!!!

Warnings; angst, fluff, post-war, nightmares, panic attacks, possibly a bad portrayal of panic attacks

Dates Written; January 5, 2023

It wasn't Adrian’s fault, Y/N knew that. It wasn't fair of her to blame him.

She couldn't help it though. She had done everything she could think of to avoid this happening. 

Everything, short of telling him. If she had just told him, there would be no issue.

So yeah, it wasn't Adrian’s fault. If anything, it was Y/N’s. 

It was Y/N’s fault that she was paralyzed in her bed. It was Y/N’s fault that Adrian was sound asleep next to her. It was her fault that it felt like an anvil had fallen on her chest and no amount of strength in the world could push it off of her. It was all her fault.

At least that's how it felt. That's how it always felt.

It always felt like Y/N’s fault. Which is why it was easier to blame Adrian.

If Adrian had known she felt such things, he would be by her side with complete and total reassurance and praise until she couldn't bare to hear it any longer.

He did everything for her. As guilty as it made her feel, sometimes she forgot he went through it all too. Sometimes she forgot he felt it all too.

He was just, so good at hiding it.

She couldn't stand the stillness of the country? Okay sure, he agreed to move to the city with her.

Their first apartment looked too much like the dormitories at Hogwarts? Totally reasonable, so he agreed to move again. This time to the heart of London, where there wasn't a moment of peace anywhere.

Turns out the city noise was too much? Adrian didn't bat an eye. He laid a loving hand on her back and told her he agreed. Then he spent every waking moment he had perfecting a muffling charm for her. He adjusted it and readjusted it until she could sleep through the night. 

Adrian never complained. Not even once.

Truth be told, Adrian was happy to do it. After all, he had all the same feelings as Y/N. 

Before? Before he had loved the peace that the valley mounds around their little house brought. He loved everything about the country that surrounded them. But after? After, it wasn't peaceful anymore. It was eerie. The air turned stale and he hated it. He couldn't stand it for a second longer.

Adrian wasn't sure he could ever find anything peaceful again. 

Adrian didn't know what peace was anymore.

He was happy to leave the house they once called home. He was happy to rid everything from their life before. 

Before didn't exist to him anymore. 

Dwelling on the before was pointless now that they were in the after.

He was happy to move and move again. He was happy to mutter the imperturbable charm, a charm he perfected in the fourth year- over and over again until the girl he loved could feel a moment of peace, a moment he too strived for.

He remembers the first night the nightmares didn't wake her up. He was exhausted but he wouldn't let himself fall asleep until he heard the birds chirping. He wouldn't let himself sleep until he was sure she was okay. And when he knew she was? He was euphoric.

Adrian was ecstatic to know he helped her with that. 

Y/N knew that.

That's why she couldn't bare to tell him that the nightmares had started again.

She couldn't bare to tell him none of his efforts were working. It would break her heart.

So there she lay, paralyzed. 

Not in a literal sense. She could move if she wanted. Some part of her knew that.

And she did want to. She wanted nothing more than to break out of Adrian’s arms that were lightly draped over her. The rational part of her brain knew he was hardly touching her.

But the rational part of her brain was being eaten by the impending doom she felt. 

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and her boyfriend’s skin felt like molten lava against hers. 

Y/N’s breaths couldn't keep up with the speed of her heart and it felt like all her airways were being cut off. The harder Y/N tried to take a breath and the more she couldn't- the faster her heart beat.

What was the maximum heartbeat per minute before a person dies again? Y/N had read it somewhere once in some muggle textbook. For a long time, consuming the information from muggle textbooks was the only solitude she had. She couldn't remember. 

It didn't matter, anyways. Whatever the number was, Y/N was sure she was approaching it quickly. To her, it was reasonable to think she would be dead in minutes.

Her breaths were quick and short, they were panicked. She felt like all she needed was one good and deep breath and everything would be okay. But she couldn't take that one breath, and so to her, nothing seemed okay. There was no end in sight.

Her ears were ringing and she didn't know how long she had been laying there. Trying to tell herself to just get up but her own fear kept her trapped on the fleece sheets.

She must've been making noise. Enough noise for Adrian to wake up beside her at least. 

Adrian’s body twisted to face her entirely. He was hovering over her ever so slightly. His hand ghosted over her upper arm and his face was contorted with worry.

Usually, his hand on her body would be comforting- but right now it was the last thing she wanted. She could see with her eyes that his hand barely grazed her but it felt to her like he had the world's strongest death grip on her. 

His hand seethed against her skin and her mouth was too busy trying to breathe to tell him that. Adrian’s mouth was moving but Y/N heard nothing. No words. 

Just ringing.

The ringing was piercing and she couldn't decipher which part of this was the worst.

“Y/N?” Adrian called to his girlfriend. “Y/N, darling. I need you to calm down” He continued but it was no use, Y/N couldn't hear him and she was too panicked to read his lips.

“Shh, love.” He reached over to hold her and it overwhelmed Y/N enough to break out of her terrified-induced daze and push him off. Her hand laid flat on his chest and she used all her force to push him away from her.

The force she had was very little, so Adrian didn't move very far. But he understood what it meant and scooted farther away to give her the space she needed.

All he wanted was for her to feel safe.

Y/N didn't stay in the bed for very long after pushing her boyfriend off of her. She stumbled out of the bed and all but dashed into the bathroom connected to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Her heart was still racing and now that she was out of the bed, she could feel where her hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat. 

The bathroom tiles were cold on her feet and as she slid down the door to sit, the tiles were even colder on her bare legs. The fluorescent lights were a horrible contrast to the darkness that her bedroom held and it burned her eyes but it was the least of her worries.

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle.

She could hear it this time. That was a good sign, right?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” 

‘Dumb question, Adrian’ he scolded himself in his head.

She wanted to tell him yes, but she couldn't find her voice.

“Don't come in” she managed to croak out between gasps for breath. “I’m-” Her voice cracked.

She paused for what could've been a second or an hour- she couldn't tell the difference. “I’m fine, you can go back to sleep”

“I won't leave you alone in there, Y/N” Adrian told her after a short pause himself. “I won't leave you alone”

It was a statement, but Y/N knew he meant it as a promise. Which is why she saw his shadow shuffle and settle and she knew he had taken a seat on the floor on the other side of the door.

She wanted to close her eyes but the darkness frightened her. And if she kept her eyes open, the harsh white light reminded her of all the spells being thrown around her, toward her, from her.

She needed to go where she felt safe. And that wasn't alone in the en suite.

She thought about reaching up and unlocking the door. She thought about whispering Adrian’s name and praying he understood. 

But she couldn't bring herself to.

Guilt and shame washed over her and it was all she could feel.

She wanted Adrian, but did she deserve him?

Adrian sat on the other side of the slab of wood feeling helpless. He had calmed her through a hundred nightmares but never had they escalated to this. He didn't know what to do, or where to start. 

He racked his brain silently, trying to think of anything that would help her. The only noise either of them could hear was Y/N’s failed attempts at steadying her breathing and her small hiccups between her sobs.

“Do you-” He stopped. Maybe this was a stupid idea. Maybe she just needed him to leave her alone.

“Do I what?” she said back, even in distress her voice was gentle and sweet.

“Do you remember when we first moved into the house in the country?” Adrian continued. 

Maybe she just needed something to focus on, other than everything running through her brain. She didn’t answer, but he knew she did. “It was our first time ever living on our own. We said all throughout the sixth and seventh year that we were gonna graduate and find a place together.” Adrian smiled at the memory. 

It was from before, but it seemed when it came to Y/N- there was no before and after. There was just them. 

“We got through seventh year, then our N.E.W.T.S. flew by. We looked at every listing in all of England before we found that place, tucked away in the corner of a muggle newspaper. None of the muggles wanted it, it was too secluded. I reckon the blokes who sold it to us thought we were out of our minds, taking a place like that with the shape it was in. But we didn't care. The minute we stepped foot in it, I could see on your face that you were thinking exactly what I was” Adrian paused again. Giving Y/N the chance to add to his rambling. Her hiccups had stopped, but he could still hear her slightly laboured breathing.

So he continued.

“It was our home. Then school ended and immediately we moved in. Moving the boxes was the easy part. Our trace had been lifted so we just used magic for it all. We had all of our stuff in the house within an hour. It was the unpacking and finding a home for everything that was hard.” 

The two of them recalled that day in their minds. Smiles were etched onto both of their faces, not that either of them could see the other.

Just as Adrian was about to continue, Y/N spoke. “I was too busy looking through the boxes to notice that you had left me alone. I had only been in the house a few times at that point, and it took me a while to find you”

Her voice was music to his ears.

“I searched every room, and of course with my luck- you were in the last one.” Adrian could hear the smile on her face. “You stood in the middle of the empty room, not even any boxes had made their way in there yet. But you stood there, looking out the window.”

Y/N could still see the way the sun beamed onto his skin and the golden walls looked like fire. “I don't know how you knew I was standing behind you, but you did. You said-” 

She was interrupted.

“This is the start of our forever” Adrian’s voice spoke gently, it made Y/N melt and suddenly she couldn't stand to be alone in the bright, cold room anymore.

Y/N pulled away from where she was sure her skin had molded to the floor, she reached up to unlock the door and pull it open. 

And she saw him.

His hair was messy and his eyes were overwhelmed with worry. His old quidditch t-shirt hung loosely on his body and she would've sworn he never looked more beautiful.

“I was right, you know? That was the start, and this is our forever” He told her. 

Adrian just wanted to see his girlfriend smile. And it worked, even if it was a small one.

Her heartbeat had slowed down a significant amount but it still felt foreign in her body- like it didn't belong there. And she was still hyper-aware of her the thin layer of sticky sweat that coated her body. Adrian didn't care.

“Can I-” He stopped to rephrase, “Do you want to be held?” he asked gently. 

The last thing he wanted was to cause her any discomfort. But at that point, he probably needed it more than her.

Y/N nodded her head and all but threw her body forward and crashed against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her firmly and she couldn't for the life of her remember why she would ever want his touch to stop.

His touch was everything.

“Adrian?” Y/N spoke softly, not moving from where her face was buried into him.

“Yes, love?”

“Are we going to be okay?”

Adrian didn't answer for a minute. He wasn't sure he knew how.

Neither of them know how long they stayed like that for. It could've been for the rest of the night before he finally answered her question:

“Yes, love. We are.”

And there it was. Adrian’s moment of peace.

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one time too many - adrian pucey 

description: loving someone who refuses to acknowledge they love you back warnings: angst word count: 1k a/n: being a jo march kin is hard. not my usual style i hope u like.

It's a mistake that's happened one too many times. Kissing your best friend at a party shouldn't warrant for this bad of a reaction. Usually the conversation is short, Y/N tells Adrian she doesn't want a relationship and Adrian tells her he's okay with that. But this time they are hidden behind the castle, the evening sun blazing above them as they argue. 

“I’ve been patient but I can't deny it anymore and I know you feel the same way so what are we doing?” Adrian sighs with sad but confused eyes staring down at her.

He remembers the first time he had kissed her, devouring each other with so much want and need they had stumbled into the wall giggling between pecks. Waking up the next morning remembering the taste of her lips against his and how right it felt. He had been hurt when she told him she didn't like him but he dealt with it. The second time had given him a little more hope. The third left him in an emotional mess and the fourth, well he had just been thankful she kept choosing him. But enough was enough. It hurt too much.

“I’ve told you… I can’t be in a relationship, I can't like you like that” her face is stone cold despite a hot feeling beginning to rise in her throat. 

“Cant or wont?” Y/N has to look away from his gaze as he quizzes her, digging the tips of her shoes into dirt below her. “Answer me” 

She swallows, wincing at her own thoughts running through her head. She wont let herself love. It was like everytime the feeling arose she shut it down, pressing it deeper into the back of her mind to ignore it and deal with it later. Especially when it came to Adrian. 

“Those feelings… I just can't Adrian okay? Being loved is nice but loving someone is different for me it feels like” she pauses trying to explain what it exactly felt like. 

If vulnerability was a feeling would it be the hollowing out of someone's chest? Would affection be the pins and needles you get in your hands when you've leaned on it for too long? Would love be the pain in your joints that don't have any real cause? How could she possibly say love felt like pain?

“My love for you is nice?” he exclaims a crack almost revealing itself in his voice “So what do you want me to do? Follow you around giving you my attention and affection and get nothing in return?”

“No thats-”

“You know I have tried, I have tried to not love you. To look at you like a friend and someone i admire but fuck y/n i cant help but be in love with you. The little things like how there's always that one piece of hair that doesn't want to stay in place, how your eyes light up when you see the moon, how you sigh but not because you are sad or exhausted, but because you've focused so hard you've forgotten to breathe out until the last minute” he chokes out a laugh of pain turning his head to the side running his hand through his hair tugging at it slightly “Do you notice those things about me?” 

Of course she had. She had noticed how he cracks his fingers when he's nervous and when he drinks a cup of tea he cups his cheeks to warm his face after holding the mug. She had noticed the small things about Adrian that were endearing. Yet that hadn't been enough to knock down the steel walls blocked around her heart. Hadn't been enough to convince her that she needed love, no, that she craved love; His love. 

“That's not fair,” she whispers, shaking her head. He was making her into a villain or maybe he was making her realise, realise she liked him just as much as he liked her. 

“Not fair for you or me?” he questions his jaw tightening. 

The beating in her chest is so rapid she can feel it against her ribcage. Her heart trying to claw its way out of the shield she's created for herself to reconnect with its missing piece. Like they were part of the same star and it recognised his matter was familiar, that it was its own. 

“I need time” a breathless confession as she squeezes her nails against her palm to distract herself from the sting in her eyes and pain in her chest. 

“I don't have any more time left to give” He swallows pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts “If you leave you’ll convince yourself out of whatever you feel in this moment and I cant have this conversation again” 

He was right. The more time she had to dwell over it the more she would analyse her feelings and tell herself what she felt wasn't real or worthy of pursuing. It would never be enough for Adrian and they had gone back and forth between these feelings for too long to ever come back from it. Even if she was to find Adrian in ten years time with the same aching heart for him she would feel too guilty to propose her feelings, not after everything she had put him through. 

“I’m sorry” 

A weak smile plasters his face “I believe you” 

She takes the sight of him in. How the sun shines against his skin causing him to glow under its light, eyes bursting with different shades of brown and pattern. Singular beauty sports crawling up the side of his neck and broad but soft shoulders. She had once dreamed of kissing those spots and tracing them with her fingers. Had been held against his chest feeling his body heat collide with her own creating a warmth in her chest she had never felt with any other person or friend. She could have that warmth forever if she just let herself. 

When he walked away she was left staring at the greying stones of the castle wall, cold and uninviting. Her world was no longer colourful like it had once been with Adrian Pucey in it. 

Her world was dull and it had been her own fault. 

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[lilyswh0re]

strings - adrian pucey

date: july 22, 2022

summary: adrian and his long term crush

note: inspired by strings by shawn mendes, maybeeee follows the plot of the swan princess *wink wonk*. y/n is a ravenclaw, just bc i love ravenclaws and have so many headcanons about them. race and body type isn’t mentioned but y/n uses she/her pronouns

warnings: angst?? def hurt w no comfort 💀 and adrian being an attention seeker also written from 1 am to almost 3 am so the editing was kept to a minimum

a/n: back on my adrian bs eh oh el (pls yall write for him more, i need it) y’all are gonna hate that ending LMAOO. ion like how this turned out, i might go back thro in a couple days to re-edit this bc jesus christ

a/n n°2: edited tf out of this

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“mum, shut that off!” y/n frowned.

“oh baby, it’s cute.” vacations with the pucey’s were always a pain, despite resting in the lush italian countryside. the pucey’s and l/n’s were neighbors and met in hogwarts and having two children around the same time means y/n and adrian were always pushed together. it worked when they were younger, much younger.

which is what her mother was showing off.

a tape of a three year old y/n and adrian, holding hands. partners in crime, or so he thought. in reality adrian was holding her hand and she couldn’t move it (because of the stickiness of melted popsicles gluing them together). she conveniently shuts off the tape right before y/n shoved adrian off of her.

the annual tape showing didn’t stop until their first year at hogwarts.

adrian, as talented as he is at quidditch, never really understood transfiguration; y/n—however—excelled. the ravenclaw common room, which was open to anyone who can solve the riddle, was surprisingly quiet. adrian disturbed that peace. loudly.

“y/n.” he gasped, as he had run from the dungeon to ravenclaw tower, “please…help me with…transfiguration.”

she rolled her eyes, “no.”

“no? why not?” his shoulders dropped. he knew why not, he also knew that bothering her would guarantee her attention.

“i have things to do,” y/n reference the scrolls of parchment laid out in front of her.

“but this will just be quick, i promise.” after a few moments and weighing her options, she agreed to help him, “oh sweet! thank you.” he quickly scurried to sit next to her.

“i’m not helping you now! i don’t have time!” y/n tried pushing him off her seat, “adrian, get off!”

“fine, whenever you have time, let me know. any time that works for you is fine.” his dorky smile was disgusting. he couldn’t believe she agreed to help him.

fifth year brought new hormones and new boyfriends. cedric diggory, hufflepuff quidditch captain and a lovely boy. adrian and him were quite similar, golden boys. her roommates loved poking fun at how she was dating adrian variants just so her mother wouldn’t be right about her and adrian. what fun would it be if her mother had be right all along?

“what does she even see in him?” adrian asks, with his nose wrinkled.

marcus and terence share a glance. terence sighs and puts his fork against his plate, “well, you see…he’s the captain of the hufflepuff team. he’s a prefect, probably going to be headboy—“

“—he didn’t almost set y/n on fire.” miles cuts terence off. graham elbowed him, “it’s true! she had to wear a bandage for a week.”

“she did that to guilt me-“

“it worked,” miles intersected.

“anyways anything he can, i can do better.”

“we don’t doubt that, ade, but—“ adrian lifted his wand, pointing it at the goblet in between cedric and y/n “—what are you doing?” terence groans as he watches the pumpkin juice begin to bubble( suddenly stopping when adrian’s wand is pulled out of his hand and presses into y/n’s.

safe to say, her relationship with cedric didn’t last more than two months.

that summer was emotionally horrible. three failed relationships, all thanks to adrian putting his nose in her business.

y/n spent her days in the grass, absorbing the sun and her nights in the local town square, swaying drunkenly.

unfortunately, she could not go if adrian didn’t go. this was part of their mothers’ plan to grow a relationship between the two.

tonight, y/n decided to take a shot of every type of hard liquor available to her, forcing adrian to take care of her.

“c’mon l/n, let’s go home.” adrian hooked his forearm under her knees and she rolled her head into his shoulder.

as they stumbled back into the l/n family villa, adrian helped her slip out of her shoes and into her bed. she was a giggling mess until the moonlight bled over adrian’s face.

“sometimes, i hate you, ade,” she whispered. her eyes wide with knowledge. “i think you hate me too.”

“i don’t hate you.”

“my friends think you fancy me. i think they’re stupid because you of all people should know that i would never go out with someone who treats me the way you do. i don’t think you realize how many opportunities you’ve ruined for me. i want to like you but you make it impossible.”

“i’m sorry.” adrian was uncharacteristically quiet.

“can you sleep next to me for tonight?” y/n asks, drooling a little bit.

adrian nods, moving around her bed to lay on the other side.

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Can I Be Him slight a f

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It Hurts Me

pairing: Theodore Nott x female!reader

summary: In which you’re dating Adrian Pucey but your relationship is anything but healthy. Theo wishes you could see what’s right in front of you - songs: It Hurts Me by Elvis Presley and He Could Never Love You by Henry Morris and Playyar

Warnings: toxic and abusive relationships

- I’m sosososo sorry it has taken me so long to post. I’ve just been pretty lazy recently but I’m back(kinda)!! Also, implied Gryffindor reader but I don’t think I ever specified what house she’s in.

~~~

Theo was sitting at the Slytherin table for dinner. His friends chatting around him as he ate his mashed potatoes.

“It was completely unfair!” Complained Enzo, explaining how the red card call against him in the most recent quidditch match was uncalled for.

“Enzo, you grabbed Rais by the neck and threw him off his broom. It was completely fair.” Says Daphne, causing Enzo to roll his eyes and focus on his plate of food.

“Look,” says Pansy, elbowing Daphne lightly to get her attention. “They’ve been fighting again.” She says.

Theo follows their gaze, and sees you entering the Great Hall. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy. Mascara running slightly beneath your eyes. Theo clenches his fists at the sight of you. He can’t believe your still with that git Adrian Pucey.

“What do you think it was about this time?” Theo asks, still looking at you as you make your way over to the Gryffindor table.

“I heard them in the hallway earlier. Something about her school uniform.” Says Draco in between bites of food.

“What?! He’s angry about her goddamn school uniform?” Theo proclaims, astonished at how idiotic your stupid boyfriend is.

“Yeah, it’s too tight or something.” Draco explains.

Theo’s about to say something else, when Adrian walks into the dining hall.

His hair is messy, and his face is stoic yet his eyes are still furious. Every time Theo sees him he wonders how a girl as sweet and perfect as you could be in a relationship with a git like him.

“How long have they been together?” Mattheo asks, more quietly this time.

“About 6 months, I think.” Says Pansy.

Theo pushes his plate away, his appetite gone from thinking too much about you with someone else.

“I’m going to bed.” He says, getting up and leaving before anyone can ask any questions.

~~~

“Y/n, I seriously don’t understand why you’re still with him.” Hermione states, as you walk back to the common room.

“It’s complicated Hermione. He’s so good to me sometimes.” You explain.

“Well you should be with someone who’s good to you all the time.” She says, as you enter the common room.

“He’s just jealous sometimes. It’s not like he’s ever laid a hand on me or anything.” You state.

“Right, but it’s only a matter of time before it gets worse.”

“Hermione, please. I understand your looking out for me but please, just stay out of it.” You say, as you walk quickly up to your dorm, leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

“Boyfriend problems again?” Ron asks.

“Like always.” Responds Hermione, plopping down on the couch.

~~~

“Hi Theo.” You say happily, as you see him in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom.

“Hi y/n, what class are you in right now?” He asks. Since classes were in session, the hallways were empty except for the two of you.

“History of Magic and I’m bored to insanity.” You say with a giggle, and Theo responds with a chuckle.

“Wanna skip?”

You give him a look, thinking of all the possibilities, but you quickly give in. How could you ever say no to Theodore Nott?

“Take me away.” You say. Theo gives a small surprised look, too quick for you to realize what it meant. In reality, he hadn’t truly expected you to say yes, considering that Adrian had forced you to block contact with just about every boy at Hogwarts. Your slight confusion slips away as Theo grabs your hand, and you giggle as he starts dragging you out of the building.

~~~

He takes you to the Black Lake, and he sets his things down by a tree as you try to catch your breath.

“Merlin, y/n, I need to take you on more runs if your panting after that.” He says jokingly.

You slap him lightly on the shoulder as you say, “No, you’re just absurdly tall! One of your steps is like 5 of mine.”

“Sorry, principessa, I guess I didn’t take that into consideration.” He says, laughing slightly at your demeanor.

“Ok, Mr. Cocky, wrap it up.” You say, smiling, as you go sit down by the tree.

Theo and you had been close friends since 2nd year, but you started to lose touch with him, (as well as practically all your guy friends) since you started dating Adrian. You missed moments like these and cherished them the little times you got them.

You began to get out your homework as Theo was walking towards the tree.

“Oh absolutely not.” He states, coming nearer.m

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You are not about to do homework right now. You might as well have stayed in class.” He states, grabbing your textbooks.

“Ok, ok, fine. Just put my books down and then I’ll do whatever you want to do.” You say, getting up for, your sitting position.

“Anything?” He says, a smirk on his lips as he sets your books down.

You playfully roll your eyes, “almost anything.” You clarify.

“Get in the lake with me.” He says.

“But it’s cold!” You protest.

He gives you a look, and as you stare into his eyes you can’t help but say yes to whatever he says.

“Well, let’s go then!” You say as you run towards the water, taking off your clothes.

Theo laughs as he runs behind you, both of your clothes sprawled out on the ground like a trail leading to the water, leaving you both in your underwear.

You get to the dock first, but before you get a moment to readjust yourself, Theo comes running behind you, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him into the water.

You let out a yelp before plunging into the frigid water.

“Merlin it’s cold.” Theo says, as you two reach the surface again.

“What did you expect idiot. It’s the middle of February.”

“What did you just call me?” Theo says jokingly, grabbing you by the waist again to take you down under.

“No, please! Have mercy!” You says, jokingly before being engulfed in cold water. Your body and Theo’s wrapped tightly together.

You realize that this is the first time in months that you’ve felt truly free. Nothing but happiness in your head, not even a hint of fear. It’s something you haven’t experienced since you’ve been dating Adrian. In this small moment where you’re deep in these black waters, you realize that Theo is the only one who has shown you that since you’ve been with Adrian.

You feel yourself getting pulled up and your head breaks through the surface again.

“Race you to the dock!” Theo calls out, swimming quickly towards the shore.

“Wait! That’s so unfair!” You call out before swimming after him.

The sounds of your laughter mix together, and quickly you forget everything that’s ever pained you - especially Adrian.

Quickly you reach the dock, Theo already climbing onto it.

“Beat you bella.” Theo says, a large smile on his face.

“Yeah, only because you cheated.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Aw c’mon, just admit that you’re too slow for me.” He chuckling.

“Over my dead body. Now help me up, Nott.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says, reaching down to give you his hand and lifting you up quickly as if you weighed no more that 5 pounds.

“It’s freezing.” You say, walking towards your bags.

“Good thing I have a sweatshirt.” Theo says, handing it to you as reach the tree.

You conduct a quick drying spell on the both of you and you two began redressing, you slip Theo’s sweatshirt over your uniform.

You two sit down, chatting and laughing. You realize how long it’s been since you’ve really talked to Theo, and how much you’ve missed it.

“That’s why.” Theo ends his story, explaining why Mattheo and him put hair dye in Draco’s shampoo. You laugh heavily at the story.

Theo opens his mouth to add something else before he’s quickly cut off by another voice. You feel your body tense up as you recognize it.

“Well what the fuck do we have here?” Adrian calls out as he walks over to you.

You quickly look between Theo and Adrian, your voice leaving you for a second.

“Hi baby. We were just-“

“Drop it y/n. I don’t give a fuck what you were doing. What I want to know is why you’re hanging out with this brown haired bloke.”

After this comment, Theo quickly gets up, standing to his full 6’3 height.

“Theo stop.” You whisper, grabbing his arm and getting up.

“Don’t fucking touch him y/n. I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him.” Adrian says, his temper rising.

“I-“ Theo begins, but you cut him off.

“You’re right A, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You say, making yourself small and holding your head down.

“What? No-“ Theo starts again, before Adrian cuts him off.

“Let’s get out of here. Now!” He says, as he takes your hand and drags you away, leaving Theo speechless.

~~~

“I can’t take it anymore.” Theo says, back in the Slytherin common room. He had stood outside in shock for about 10 minutes before heading inside. He had always known Adrian was a shitty boyfriend, but he had never really seen you two interact. He had told the story to his friends and now they were all sitting around the fire pit discussing.

“I never realized it was that serious.” Said Enzo, looking severely concerned.

“I just don’t understand why she’s still with him. He doesn’t love her. He never has and he never fucking will. He’s a goddamn psycho.” Theo says, rage seeping out of him.

“It’s horrible.” Pansy says.

“It hurts me to see him treat her the way that he does. And the worst part is that I know he’ll never let her go, cause that’s just the kind of git that he is. I just wished she could see that he’s never going to change.” Theo says, full of anger and despair.

“And everyone knows. I mean the whole school is saying how dim witted she is to keep believing his lies.” Daphne says.

“I just wish she could pay attention to the ones who would treat her right.” Theo says, before getting up, saying a quick goodnight, and heading to bed. Although, he didn’t sleep all night, how could he? Knowing that you were still with Adrian and he could probably never have you.

~~~

“Can you hurry up? I want to get there before the good stuff runs out.” Calls out Mattheo, trying to gather the group to get to the Ravenclaw party on time.

“Merlin, we’re coming.” Says Pansy, annoyed at Mattheo’s whining.

Theo, Pansy, and Daphne make their way down to the rest of the group, and they start heading to the party soon after.

~~~

“You’re disgusting mate.” Theo says, as Mattheo downs a concoction given to him by Draco.

“I’m not weak, that’s what.” Mattheo says, causing Theo to chuckle at his stupidity.

Suddenly, he sees you walk into the Ravenclaw common room. You look beautiful in a black babydoll dress and your hair loosely curled. He stares at you in awe as you make your way around the party….. behind your stupid boyfriend.

“I’ll be right back.” Theo says to his friends, walking away before they can question him.

He maneuvers around the people quickly, reaching you in a matter of seconds. He taps you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around and stare up at him.

“Hey.” You squeak out, your eyes switching from looking at his to darting around the room quickly.

Theo’s about to say something before he notices something strange about your face. Your lip has a cut on the upper lip, and hidden away by quickly applied concealer your right eye appears to be an arrange of blues, greens, purples, and yellows.

Theo stares in shock, hoping he’s just being dramatic.

“What’re you-“ Adrian starts, noticing that you weren’t behind him anymore before he quickly sees the pair of you.

“Goddamn it, do you have no one else to bother, Nott?” Adrian says, going to reach for your arm.

Theo quickly decides he’s not going to let him take you away this time.

“You do that to her face?” Theo asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

Adrian laughs, as he looks to you. “Got to show her her place, y’know?” Adrian says chuckling.

Suddenly, you see Theo’s eyes darken, darken to a point you’ve never seen them get to before. The cup in his hand is crushed by his clenching fists, and his tongue is poking the inside of his cheek as he lets out a low chuckle. Quickly, before you can register what’s happening, Theo sends a punch directly into Adrian’s nose.

“What the fuck?” Adrian says, cupping his nose quickly before blood seeps all over the floor.

Before even Adrian can register what happened, Theo lands another punch, and another, and another.

Soon, Theo’s on top of Adrian, punching him ruthlessly.

Adrian is attempting to fight back but Theo’s too quick and Adrian is slowly losing consciousness. A ring has formed around the pair of them, some people attempting to break them before, 1) realizing it’s no use because Theo has absolutely no intention of stopping any time soon, or 2) the Slytherin boys stop them from grabbing Theo, because they’re enjoying the show. And on top of that, too many people are too scared of Theo to even try to intervene.

You stand back, shock stopping you from doing anything.

“Ok that’s enough.” Draco says, seeing Adrian on the ground in and out of consciousness, bruised and bloody.

“Help me you gits.” Draco calls out to the rest of the Slytherin boys.

They get Theo off of Adrian after a few seconds, and Adrian’s friends quickly pull him off of the ground and take him away.

“You touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking liver out next time, Pucey.” Theo calls out, shaking off his friends who are holding him back.

You continue to stand in your original position, mouth slightly agape as you look at Theo. No one’s ever really protected you like that.

“Theo.” You say as you walk up to him slowly.

Theo just stares at you, a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there seconds ago causes your knees to become shaky.

“I- thank you.” You say, before hugging him.

Theo quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You begin to lightly cry into his chest, repeating your thanks over and over.

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to thank me.” Theo says, pulling you away so he can see your face, his large hands wiping away your tears.

“I just, I was so scared, all the time.” You explain.

Theo’s heart melts, and he carefully decides his next few words.

“You won’t ever have to be scared with me. If you’ll let me.” He says tenderly.

You smile, not believing that the Theodore Nott is asking you to be his.

“How could I not let you love me?” You say, before kissing him sweetly.

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #jealousyfic #theodore nott #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #adrian pucey #toxic relationship #toxicity

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Always in All Ways (Mattheo Riddle x Reader) Great Gatsby AU

Warnings: angst!!!! (but a happy ending) Reader wears a dress (once) cause it’s the 20s. Talk of kids and a future together. For the sake of incest, we’re gonna ignore the fact that Enzo and Mattheo are half brothers… And if you squint, there could be a sign of domestic abuse (but it is so little there that I'm not sure if you can call it that). Reader is married (not to Mattheo at first) and it's not technically cheating.... it's hard to explain. As always, swearing. Not entirely proof-read, but will get it done soon

Lorenzo Berkshire had moved into a gated, two story house, surrounded by a thick forest. The neighbourhood he had moved into was affectionately called Diadem East. 

Diadem East was surrounded by a large bay, which, in turn, separated it from Diadem West. Diadem East and Diadem West were similar in the fact that they were obscenely rich. Even though both had enough wealth to buy the island of New York, Diadem West looked down on Diadem East because of generational wealth. Diadem West had come from old money - long lines of families that treated life like a simple game of chess and they could move others like pawns. Diadem East were those who only recently came into money and spent it freely and without care.

Lorenzo had moved to Diadem East in hopes of getting away from his overbearing parents, and it helped that his cousin lived right across the bay in Diadem West. 

Y/n Pucey was a recent newlywed to Adrian Pucey. Lorenzo hadn’t been able to make it to the wedding, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see his baby cousin married to a man fifteen years older than her. Y/n had always been Lorenzo’s favourite cousin; she was a bubbling, carefree girl, probably due to the fact that from birth, she had no restrictions with her father’s money. Now that she was married to the pretentious Pucey family, Lorenzo doubted she was familiar with the word ‘no’. 

What Lorenzo did doubt, however, was Y/n’s happiness. He remembered a time, back when she was nineteen, that he had visited her over summer break. She told him tales of a man that had captured her heart. Lorenzo remembered how Y/n’s eyes gleamed and her cheeks burned with her extensive smiling. He remembered laughing with Y/n in the sunroom, saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

“I’m in love, Enzo,” she had replied simply. 

Needless to say, Lorenzo couldn’t wait to see his cousin again. He also couldn’t wait to return to a normal sleep schedule, given that his new neighbour wouldn’t stop having parties every single night that blasted light and music into Lorenzo’s bedroom window. It wasn’t until Thursday at four pm when a butler knocked on Lorenzo’s back door, holding a silver plate with a letter positioned on it. “Can I help you?” Enzo asked slowly, leaning on the door frame.

“Mister Riddle requests your presence on Friday night for a party he is throwing,” the butler said. 

“Mister… Riddle?” Enzo reiterated. “I’m sorry, who?”

“Your neighbour, Mister Mattheo Riddle,” the butler explained. “He wanted to welcome you into the neighbourhood.”

“Right,” Enzo trailed off. “I’ll be there.”

“Mister Riddle looks forward to making your acquaintance.”

****

The next day, Enzo drove up to Diadem West, the hilltop Pucey Manor looming over everything. As soon as Enzo finished driving up the winding gravel road, the front door swung open dramatically. Y/n stood there, arms flung wide. “Darling Enzo!” she squealed. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” 

“My sweet cousin!” Enzo called back, bounding up the steps. He whirled Y/n up in his arms, swinging her back and forth, much to her delight. Her sundress flared around them in a swirling dance. “How have you been?”

“Lively,” Y/n answered simply. “How are those back home? You must tell me everything.”

Enzo flung his head back and said dramatically, “they miss you dearly, loving cousin. When I passed through town, everyone wept when they heard I was to see you. Jealous men came running down from their houses and begged me to take them with you. Mothers sobbed and cried out how they wished their daughters would turn out like you. Children dashed through the streets, racing after my carriage with joy.”

“They did?” Y/n beamed, gripping onto Enzo’s arms. “I do miss them, you know. Perhaps I should visit next summer.”

“They would all love to see you,” Enzo stated plainly. “Yet I have a question for you. Do you know of-”

“Lorenzo Berkshire,” a voice boomed from the front door. “What’s a man like you doing in these parts?”

Enzo stared up at Adrian Pucey, the esteemed husband of Y/n. “Adrian,” Enzo peeled himself away from Y/n and sauntered up the steps. “It’s nice to see you again.” He held out his hand for the man to shake.

“Get in here, good pal.” Adrian clapped Enzo’s hand and pulled him into a rough hug. Enzo let out a huff of air as he collided with Adrian’s chest. “Wonderful to see you as well. Tell me, how’s the stock business going?” Adrian placed a nonnegotiable hand on Enzo’s shoulder and led him inside the Pucey mansion. Y/n let out a noise of surprise and hurried in after them, determined not to be left behind. 

“Good, good.” Enzo made senseless conversation with Adrian as he tried to take in the curated house he was in. All the doors and windows were open, letting in a soft breeze and the stinging smell of the bay water. The curtains fluttered around Y/n as she walked, her eyes cautiously on her cousin and husband. No matter how she acted, Lorenzo knew of the whip sharp mind that Y/n had.

“And you know where he’s living, Adrian?” Y/n cut in, moving to recline gracefully on the settee. “In Diadem East!” 

Adrian’s brows rose and he turned to Enzo as the men sat on the couch. “Why not buy a house here? Hell, you’re welcome to stay in our guest room. Anything for a relative.”

“No, please.” Enzo held a hand up. “I’m perfectly fine on my own and I don’t want to intrude. It’s a nice, cosy house looking over the bay. In fact, if I look towards the right, I can see the end of your pier.”

“Really?” Y/n lit up, head turning towards Enzo. “How sweet. It’s almost as if we’re neighbours.”

“Speaking of neighbours,” Enzo took this opportunity to ask, “my own seems to be very eccentric.”

Adrian chuckled and poured himself some whiskey. “How so? Do you want any?” He gestured to the whiskey.

“No, but thank you.” Enzo adjusted in his seat and crossed his legs. “My neighbour throws these obscene parties almost every single night. I’m convinced that if it weren’t for the trees, I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep.” Y/n stretched out her legs and leaned her head back until it was resting on the arm of the chair. “But the oddest thing happened - he invited me to one tonight.”

“Really?” Adrian sipped his drink. “And who is this poseur?”

“A Mister Riddle.”

Y/n’s lips parted and, almost in slow motion, her eyes flickered to Lorenzo before going back to staring out the window to the gleaming blue water outside. “Riddle?” she murmured. Adrian glanced at her and Enzo’s brows furrowed. “I mean, there must be a thousand Riddles… why, in fact, just last month, I was introduced to a Ryder. Which is like Riddle, I guess.”

“Y/n, are you alright?” Enzo asked softly.

“Yes, are you well?” Adrian added on.

“I’m sure I’m fine,” Y/n said. “Perhaps just lightheaded. I’m going to go lay down now.” Her hand flit to her collarbone where a small chain was tucked under her dress.

“Okay.” Enzo stared after her, admittedly worried about his cousin, before standing and adjusting his suit. “Well, I'm afraid I have to go. Mustn’t be late to this fellow’s party.”

“Of course.” Adrian stood as well, in common courtesy, knowing that the two men had nothing in common or nothing to do with each other without Y/n as the mediator. “Riddle…” the man muttered. “I could’ve sworn I heard that name somewhere.”

“It’s a common name, you know.” Enzo chuckled as he swiped out the door. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” Adrian closed the door behind Enzo almost as an afterthought.

****

“What do you want, my darling? Anything you wish and I will make it happen.”

“I’m happy with just you, Matty.”

“That’s not a good enough answer, and you know it. Now, I’m going to ask again: what do you want?”

“… I… I want a big house. Overlooking the water so our kids can play in the water.”

“Our kids, hm?”

“Oh, yes, Matty. Our kids.”

“Alright. And what else?”

“Hmm… and a big ballroom that we can dance in. And all the paintings will be our favourites. And big parties for every occasion. Perhaps a pool. Or a sunroom. And the largest bedroom ever.”

“Is that all?”

“As long as I have you, Matty, that’s all I ask.”

****

While everyone else arrived to Riddle’s party in new and shining cars, Enzo simply walked. People of all backgrounds were streaming in the doors and Enzo was pushed into the unrelenting mob of partygoers. Enzo shoved his way to the first butler he saw and presented his invitation. “Uh, yes. I have this invitation here…” 

The butler glanced down at the letter and said stoically, “you needn’t one.”

“Pardon?” Enzo had never been to a party where he didn’t need to be invited. 

“The guests come and go as they please - per Mister Riddle’s orders.”

“Alright,” Enzo pursed his lips together and nodded awkwardly. “Thank you. Do you know where I could find Mister Riddle?”

“No, sir,” the butler replied. “He likes to socialise with his attendees and be in the throng of things. He likes to make sure that everyone is comfortable and having a good time.”

Enzo hummed and nodded in thanks before allowing himself to be swept up in the current. He was carried further into the opulent mansion and Lorenzo needed to remind himself to close his mouth at the palatial nature of it all. 

Practically every surface was plated with gold or made of marble. The ballroom opened up to a balcony that overlooked a large pool which was currently populated with dozens of people. On the other side of the ballroom, a large sunroom was occupied by a throng of people, cigarette smoke wisping up through the open roof. The stars were obscured by not only the smoke, but by the fact that every light in the mansion was turned on. Marble stairs led down to another open room which held a stage and a band whose music filtered up throughout the rooms. Congressmen, celebrities, and random people off the street were packed into the house, booze and drugs were passed around and waiters tried to filter through the crowd to hand out refreshments and food.

As he passed, Enzo heard tidbits of conversations about their host. “Did you know he was a bootlegger?”

“No, no, I heard he fought in the last war.”

“Well, whatever it is, it’s all terribly romantic.”

“Well, I thought that he was chasing a girl-”

Enzo managed to fight his way to the balcony and snag a glass of champagne on his way. He sighed in relief at finding a bubble of air to himself. A man dressed in a finely pressed suit jostled into him and quickly apologised. “Terribly sorry, old friend,” the man said. “I didn’t see you there. It’s a rowdy party tonight, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Enzo replied loudly. “Is it usually like this?”

“Unfortunately,” the man grinned. “Although few frequent. I always find that many people come once and then never return.”

“You seem like you know an awful lot about Mister Riddle’s parties. Do you come here often?”

“Yes,” the man tsked. “As hard as I try, I can’t pull myself away from this old mansion. Something always draws me back. Did you know that Mattheo Riddle built this house from scratch?”

“I did not.”

“Yes,” the man laughed, his lips curing up. “Of course, he didn’t build the actual thing, but he bought the land and drew up the blueprints years ago. Six, to be exact.”

“Why is that?”

“No one knows for sure. There’s a lot of rumours circulating around Riddle.”

Enzo shouted over the music, “I was actually invited by Mister Riddle himself. But his butler seemed surprised by that.”

“Yes, it is very rare that one is personally invited to these gatherings.”

“Do you know where I could find him? Mister Riddle, I mean.” Enzo took a sip of his champagne.

The man laughed again and raised his own champagne glass. A smirk coiled up on his face and he said simply, “why, you’re talking to him, old friend. I am Mattheo Riddle.”

The party noise faded in Enzo’s ears. “Oh. I’m so sorry.” His hand shot out for Riddle to shake. “I didn’t mean to be rude. Pardon me, Mister Riddle.”

Mattheo Riddle shook Enzo’s hand, still grinning. His eyes held a mix of anticipation and happiness. Those who were close to Mattheo Riddle - which, really, was no one - had never seen such joy on Mattheo’s face. “Oh, call me Riddle. Or better yet, Mattheo. I feel as if I already know you, old friend. And, seeing as we’re neighbours, I hope to get to know you even better. How would you like to join me in my study?”

Enzo raised a brow and cliched his champagne fluke. “May I ask what for?”

“Oh, well, to tell you my life story, after all.” Mattheo clapped a hand on Enzo’s shoulder, much like Adrian had hours earlier. But unlike Adrian, Enzo found himself agreeing to go along with this man he only met today. 

Mattheo led Enzo down the hallway and nodded to a butler who was standing guard over an oak door. The butler opened the door up to Mattheo’s study, which was more of a library. The library was a much different aesthetic than the rest of the house. While the mansion next to Enzo’s little cottage was energetic and extravagant, Mattheo’s library was dark and cosy. Instead of gold and marble, it was made of oak and the flickering flames of candles.

“An impressive collection,” Enzo commented, glancing around the room at the rows of books.

“Why, thank you,” Mattheo replied. “It overlooks the bay, you see?” He pointed towards the window that, true to his word, was directly facing the large water. 

Enzo peered out the window and huffed a laugh when he saw Y/n’s house staring back at him. “That’s my cousin's house,” Enzo glanced back at Mattheo to see his gaze locked on the Pucey mansion. 

“I know,” Mattheo said quietly. 

“You know?” Lorenzo repeated questioningly. 

“Yeah,” Mattheo nodded. “You’ve heard rumours of me.” It wasn’t a question. Before Enzo could answer, Matthei continued, “but I can assure you, only one of those is true, old friend. I am… a helpless romantic.” Mattheo chuckled lowly, a sad layer in his eyes. Instead of sitting behind his large desk, Mattheo opted to lounge on a couch and Enzo sat in a loveseat next to him. 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“About… eight years ago I met this girl. God, she was absolutely perfect.” Mattheo gazed out at Diadem West. “I have been bereft of her for so many years… And I finally hope to make it up to her. I’ve become the man that will be good enough for her archaic parents.”

“Where did you meet her?” Enzo asked quietly.

“I was visiting her hometown one day, eight years ago. And I just…” Mattheo took a moment to wet his chapped lips. “She had all other eyes on her. She was simply walking down the street, yet she drew everyone to her. And when I was blessed enough to hold her in my arms… to kiss her lips is better than heaven.”

“May I guess her name?” Enzo’s smile grew larger. “Is this lovely, captivating woman my cousin, Y/n Pucey?”

“How did you know?” Mattheo’s voice was airy and wistful.

“Many men have tripped over their feet just to take a glance at my cousin. She is not only beautiful, holding the Berkshire genes, but witty, magnetic, and gentle.” Enzo finished his champagne and lit a cigar that Mattheo had offered him. “And, well, she might have mentioned you once or twice. She was in love with you when she was nineteen. Perhaps she still is.” Mattheo’s eyes snapped to Enzo. “Then she was married to Adrian Pucey. Honestly, I’m a little surprised that you’re living right across from her.”

“Yes, I’m aware of all that,” Mattheo stated. “But nothing has been an accident, Mister Berkshire. There’s a reason why I host parties every weekend, why I keep the lights on every night, why my home is directly across from hers, and why you, her cousin, is renting next to me.”

Enzo scrutinised this stranger across from him. “You’re obsessed with my cousin,” he stated, somewhat disgustedly. 

“No,” Mattheo whispered. “I’m in love with your cousin. I have always been in love with her - in all ways. And she is me. Mention my name around her and you’ll see.”

“I have,” Enzo admitted. “She looked as if she’d seen a ghost. But she also looked guilty, Riddle. She’s married. She has a life. She wants children.” Mattheo’s jaw jumped as Enzo continued, “you can’t rip her away from that. It’s been years, Riddle. She hasn’t seen you for years.”

“I know…” Mattheo trailed off. “But just to see her again would fulfil any wish of mine. I have a vow I need to make due on. I- uh, I was wondering if you could invite her over for tea. And I could drop by. Just one day.” Mattheo’s eyes felt dry and he quickly blinked. 

Enzo sighed deeply and after a long moment, said, “okay. Tuesday? At three?”

A weight lifted off of Mattheo’s shoulders. He now had all the time in the world. In his eyes, everything was finally falling into place. Mattheo would finally get to be happy again. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

****

Tuesday was outrageously cloudy. Lorenzo could hardly see the sun as he drove back to his house. As he pulled into his driveway, he came to see an ostentatious green Rolls-Royce convertible that was blocking his drive. Enzo stared defeatedly at the car for a long moment, knowing exactly whose it was. 

Mattheo Riddle leaned on the hood and proceeded to wave at Enzo as if the man wasn’t hours too early to tea. 

“You have a watch, don’t you?” Enzo called out, getting out of his car. 

“I couldn’t wait,” Mattheo admitted. “I had nothing else to do today - well, that’s not true. I in fact cancelled some meetings that were set to take place today, but no worries.”

“You cancelled - you know what? Nevermind. Look, Riddle, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Y/n… she’s changed from when you met her.” Enzo couldn’t look at his neighbour as he unlocked his door. Mattheo followed in after him, glancing around courteously, as if the real reason he was here wasn’t sending waves of nerves through his stomach. Enzo glanced back at Mattheo and moved to the kitchen to make some tea. Mattheo followed after him, his gait slow. “She used to believe that she could live any way she wanted,” Enzo continued. “But then she met Adrian.”

“Hm.” Mattheo made a low noise in his throat, fingers reaching out to play with the teacups that hung from a shelf. 

“She’s not… unhappy with Adrian,” Enzo tried to explain. “But she’s putting her happiness aside for the grandeur of life.” 

“I could give her that grandeur,” Mattheo muttered. 

“Do you know how people back home would treat her if they found out she got divorced from Adrian Pucey just to marry a man who is rumoured to be a bootlegger?” Enzo asked, aghast. He roughly swallowed and said quietly, “I’m sorry. That was out of line.” 

“No, no,” Mattheo waved him off, still seemingly fascinated by Enzo’s teacups. “It’s perfectly in line. You make a valid point. Though I can assure you, I am not a bootlegger. Far from it.”

“Then what is your line of work?” 

“Never you mind. When is Y/n coming?” Mattheo turned to Enzo, changing the topic at an alarming speed. The teacups were long forgotten.

Enzo exhaled and dunked a teabag in the teapot. “She said she’ll be arriving around three. However, that means that she’ll either be arriving at two-fifteen on account of wanting to escape Adrian, or she’ll arrive at four-thirty because Adrian needs something from her.”

“Let’s hope it’s the former,” Mattheo growled.

As if on cue, the two men heard the rumbling of a car approaching. The air in the room stilled. Mattheo’s face dropped and he turned pale, staring at the door. They heard Y/n’s honey voice call out, “Lorenzo!” Enzo quickly came to his senses and rushed to open the door. Y/n was driving up, waving her hat enthusiastically in one hand. A smile split on Enzo’s face as he rushed over to help her out of her car. “I must say, I was wary when you asked me to visit without Adrian,” Y/n chatted as Enzo escorted her into the house. “I couldn’t possibly think of anything you would need from me.”

“Can’t I just ask you over for tea?” Enzo chuckled. “Does everything I do need malicious intent?”

“Based on your past, yes.”

Enzo rolled his eyes playfully. After he took Y/n’s coat and hat, his eyes darted around his house, but he couldn’t find one trace of Mattheo anywhere. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll… I’ll grab the tea,” Enzo muttered. He moved to his kitchen, and seeing his back door ajar, he shoved it open. “Where are you going?!” he cried out to Mattheo who was currently halfway across the lawn.

Mattheo spun back to Enzo, fear deeply rooted in his expression. “I can’t,” he whispered after he jogged back to Enzo. “I can’t do it. You’re absolutely right. She... she has a life. And probably doesn’t even remember me. It would be cruel to subject her to such emotions. I don’t want to cause her any harm.”

Enzo shook his head. “I will not have invited my cousin to tea under false pretences,” he said slowly and firmly. “You owe this to her,” he added. 

A droplet of rain fell from a passing cloud and fell faster and faster until it splattered on Mattheo’s wrist. The water was absorbed by the cuff of Mattheo’s shift, but a small bit of the water rolled down onto his hand and drifted its way down to Mattheo’s ring finger. A thin gold band sat snug there. “Do you know what a pyrrhic victory means?” 

“Yes.” Enzo frowned inquisitively. “It’s victory that cost the victor more than it did the defeated. But what does that have to do with Y/n?”

“My love for Y/n has cost me everything,” Mattheo muttered. “But she is everything. I'm used to people hating me for my wealth and how reserved I am. What I'm used to isn't people's love. And now, my love is with Y/n and I'm not letting anyone ruin that or take it away from me.” More raindrops began falling from the sky until a gentle pitter-patter could be heard all around them.

“So why don’t you come in and tell her that?” Enzo asked, gesturing towards his door. 

Mattheo’s jaw jumped but he nodded, giving in. He shuffled through the door and into the living room where Y/n sat. Enzo grinned to himself and shut the door behind them before hearing Y/n gasp and the sound of a glass breaking. Enzo cursed to himself, knowing one of his precious teacups had now lost its life.

“M- Matty?” Y/n murmured, eyes wide. “Oh- oh, dear.” She stared down at the broken teacup on the carpet and bent down, hands shuddering. Mattheo crouched down as well, maintaining eye contact with Y/n the entire way. Y/n shook her head and focused on cleaning up her mess. Enzo noticed her whole body was trembling and he took a step forward as if to console her. Mattheo beat him to the punch. He grasped her forearms and helped her up, leaving the teacup behind. Y/n sniffed and repeated, “Matty?”

“Yeah, darling. It’s me,” Mattheo murmured, stepping closer to her. His hold on her arms softened and his cheek brushed against her forehead. 

Y/n exhaled shakily. “What are you doing here?” she whispered, tipping her head to lean into a more intimate position with Mattheo. Enzo slid out of the room, smirking faintly.

“I live next to Enzo,” Mattheo said, neither one bothering to look for Y/n’s cousin. 

Y/n chuckled humourlessly. “Tell me the real reason, Matty. I know you better than this.”

Mattheo smiled - the truest smile Enzo had ever seen on his neighbour’s face (not that Enzo was watching from the next room) - and leaned down to bump his nose against hers. “I could never hide anything from you. Not that I ever would, but I digress.” Mattheo reached down and gently lifted Y/n’s hand to his lips. He pressed featherlight kisses along her fingertips and confessed, “a year after you married Adrian, I built a house across the bay. The mansion whose windows are alight every single night with fireworks going off every weekend… that’s me, darling. Trying to get you to even glance over at me. Renting the neighbouring cabin to your cousin… that’s me. Every little detail, down to my car, is so I can see you again.”

“You did all that for me?” Y/n ran a soft thumb over Mattheo’s jawline, making the man shiver. 

“And I will do so much more,” Mattheo promised. “I am yours, my love. Always in all ways.”

****

Y/n sat curled in Mattheo’s lap. The pair was under a tree on a picnic blanket, far from the L/n Villa. “I’m sorry I couldn’t spend my birthday with you, Matty,” Y/n murmured to him. “I know you had a surprise for me.”

“It’s alright, darling,” Mattheo whispered back, dragging his fingers through Y/n’s hair. “I know nineteen is a monumental birthday for your family.”

“But now you have me all to yourself,” Y/n lightly laughed, turning to grin at her lover. “What was the surprise you had for me? You’ve been awfully suspicious these past few days, Matty.”

Mattheo hummed, looking to the sky and rhythmically tapping his fingers against you. “Well, I don’t know, my love,” he teased. “What could I possibly get the most perfect girl for her birthday?” After your protests, he continued, not before kissing your temple. “I got you my heart,” he whispered. Out from his pocket, he pulled a thin chain. Dangling teasingly from the chain was a golden ring. “So I can be with you always,” Mattheo explained quietly. 

Tears pricked at Y/n’s eyes as she gently took the necklace from him and thread the chain through her fingers. “You… you’re being serious right now?” Her focus was drawn to Mattheo’s own ring finger, where she noticed a new, immortal band lay proudly. “Are you…?”

“Only for you,” Mattheo reassured her. “Don’t worry. It’s my way of showing my devotion.” He twisted the necklace around her neck, clipping it there. 

“Only for me?”

“Always in all ways,” Mattheo vowed.

****

Y/n frequented outings with her friends much more often as of late. Adrian only sent Y/n away with a half-committed kiss on the cheek and eyes fixated on his golfing or his business contracts. Y/n would get in her car (or Enzo’s if he was feeling nice), and drive down to Mattheo’s mansion. Most days, there would be other cars there, waiting for Riddle’s house to open to party. They would be carrying booze and wearing all fashions of clothes, and when they would walk up to his door only to be turned away, they would pout and groan. Mattheo’s house wasn’t blazing his lights anymore, nor were there any fireworks crackling each weekend. His car was kept parked in his garage and his smile was constant. 

The first time Y/n had gone over to Mattheo’s mansion, so conveniently and coincidentally located across from hers, she had been in awe. “It’s exquisite!” she had exclaimed. She had run all over the house, marvelling at the floors and the ceilings, dragging Mattheo along behind her. Mattheo laughed loudly, his joy echoing off the walls. Of course, all of the art decorating his walls was accented to Y/n’s taste and the colour palette was exactly as Y/n had hoped for all those years ago. 

“Dance with me,” she beckoned Mattheo one day, already spinning on the deserted dance floor. Mattheo would lock the doors to his manor and keep out the partiers forever and always if it meant he could see Y/n on his dance floor, waiting for him. 

Mattheo stared at her, his eyes bright with love. He swept her up in his arms, pressing her close, and they danced to nonexistent music. Y/n rested her head on Mattheo’s chest and whispered, “this is nice.”

“This is very nice, indeed. I hope to do it more often.”

Y/n’s fingers gripped onto Mattheo’s shoulders. “Matty…” she whispered. “You know my feelings for you. But I- Adrian-”

“Please don’t speak his name,” Mattheo pleaded. “And I know about him. But I don’t care about him. Please tell me you don’t care about him either.”

“He is my husband, Mattheo.”

“That doesn’t mean you care about him.” Y/n took a breath and stepped slowly back from Mattheo. His mouth parted slowly and desperation filled his eyes. His hands reached out in anguish. “Please, my love. Don’t do this.”

“I will never love him as much as I love you,” Y/n clarified gently. “But I don’t hate him, either. Over the years, I have come to care for him. It’s a complicated feeling, Mattheo, I’m sure you understand.”

“Marry me,” Mattheo suddenly declared. “I promise, my dearest, I will give you all and more.”

“It’s not fair to Adrian,” Y/n protested, her hands dropped to her sides. “We don’t live in a life where one can just divorce their spouse to pursue another. You know of the rigidity and the silent rules that if we don’t follow, the exile we face.”

“Exile of what?” Mattheo cried, helplessness in his voice. “You can move in here. I can give you the life we dreamed of.”

“The life I dreamed of included my parents and my loved ones,” Y/n objected. “Not an isolated life with only one of the many I love.”

“Anyone you love can come visit you if they want,” Mattheo offered. “I won’t push anyone away. I just want you.”

“You know they won’t visit,” Y/n’s voice broke. “You know people will ridicule us. And I am so sorry, Matty, but I don’t know if I could live with that.” Mattheo didn’t speak for a long moment, staring at Y/n’s neck. “What’s wrong?” she eventually demanded. “Do I have something on my collar?”

“No,” Mattheo murmured softly. “It’s just… you kept it.” He pointed to Y/n’s neck and reached out to finger the chain around Y/n’s neck. The woman couldn’t help but shiver under his light touch. “You kept it,” he repeated. Carefully, as if afraid he might break her, Mattheo lifted the hidden necklace that was tucked under Y/n’s dress. “My ring.”

“I couldn’t bear to get rid of it,” Y/n’s breath hitched and she swallowed back tears. “I’ve never taken it off. Even- even on my wedding day.”

Beside himself, Mattheo chuckled, though it quickly turned to a gasp for breath. “So even when he made love to you, you always kept my ring around your neck?” Tears slipped down his cheeks and Y/n reached up to quickly wipe them away. 

“I don’t want you thinking about that,” Y/n muttered, shaking her head at the absurdness of it all. “Please… just be here with me.”

“I’m here,” Mattheo could hardly get a couple words out. He pulled her close to him and pressed a firm kiss on her forehead. “You still haven’t said no to my proposal.”

Y/n laughed loudly. “I didn’t think you were being serious.”

“With you, I am always serious,” Mattheo grinned, bending down to look her in the eye. “And that wasn’t an answer. Why are you avoiding the question, darling?”

Y/n sighed, a coy smile on her lips. “Would I simply leave Adrian? What of my things? Adrian would come looking for me, you know?”

“I would buy you whatever you’re missing a thousand times over.” Mattheo stared at Y/n, his eyes holding all the tenderness that a lover was supposed to have. “I would protect you and Adrian would never know where you are. He will never harm you, I promise.” 

Y/n tapped Mattheo’s chest thrice and hummed. Mattheo’s heart fluttered and his lips brushed against her temple. Silently, he begged all the gods he knew of that Y/n would agree to be with him. His lips moved wordlessly, pleading, before Y/n said, “I will call you tomorrow, Matty. I’m sure Adrian already knows of our endeavours, but give me one night to collect my thoughts. Can you give me that much?”

“Of course, my love. Whatever you need.” He kissed Y/n’s forehead again. “Always in all ways.”

“Always in all ways,” Y/n repeated.

****

“Where are you going?”

Y/n’s shoulders tensed and she slowly turned around to face Adrian. A packed bag was on her bed. “Enzo, the sweetling cousin he is, invited me to stay with him,” she said. “I thought it would be fun to spend a night in East Diadem. To see how others live.”

“You? In East Diadem?” Adrian chortled a laugh. “And why, pray tell, would you do that?” 

“Because I love my cousin,” Y/n reiterated firmly. “Are you forbidding me to see my family?”

Adrian’s head hung and he shook his head. “I may be rich, but I’m not stupid.” He hesitated before stating, “I know about Riddle.”

“My old friend?” Y/n asked smoothly. “Yes, he was a friend of Enzo’s. That’s how I met him, you know.” She cleared her throat and zipped up her bag. 

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” Adrian then suddenly shouted out, his hair flying out of place and his face turning red. “He’s fucking my wife, that bastard! Why, I should- I outta- you bitch!” He growled and whirled around, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Adrian.” Y/n held up her hands, trying to soothe his emotions. It was the only way she learned how. “I haven’t been unfaithful to you, I promise. I made a vow on our wedding day and I have since upheld it.”

Adrian grunted and demanded, “so tell me you love me.”

Y/n swallowed. “I- I love you, Adrian. Just not in the way you want me to.”

Her husband let out a yell of frustration and slammed his hands down on the back of an armchair. Y/n flinched. After a tense moment, he hissed out, “go, then. Leave me.” His voice rose to a crescendo and he shouted out, “but know that I will never let you back into this life again! No one will ever let you step inside Diadem West without rumours and hatred trailing behind you.” He let his voice drop and as Y/n shuffled back, he raised his head and looked at her, pleadingly. “I want to make you stay,” Adrian whispered. “I want to tell you all the ways I love you. But… But I think we both know I can’t.” He took a step towards her and held a hand out as if he wanted to cup her face in his palm. “You are so beautiful, Y/n,” he muttered. “But he makes you feel alive. You- you deserve that.”

“So do you, Adrian,” Y/n choked out. 

“I know,” he nodded once, conceding. “I know.”

****

It took four weeks for Y/n to officially move into the house across the bay. Immediately, she had sought out her cousin and stayed with him for some time. She spent many of those days sitting out on the lawn, staring out to the bay and her old house. Her hair would whip across her face and sometimes, Mattheo would come and sit a couple feet away from her, not saying a word. Mattheo knew she was experiencing the eroding feeling of guilt. He didn’t dare disturb her thoughts if, eventually, it would lead to him. What’s a couple more weeks when he had been waiting years?

Then, one day, Y/n turned towards Mattheo and said, “you promised to love me always and in all ways.” 

Mattheo’s head whipped toward her. The shame in his eyes was deep. “Yes,” he uttered.

“I think I’m ready to take you up on your offer.” 

Mattheo broke into a smile.

A year later, the pair was married. The band that had been around Y/n’s neck was now around her finger. Y/n’s parents refused to attend and she had spent the night crying in Mattheo’s arms. Enzo had taken the place of her father and walked her down the aisle. The wedding was sparse and while Mattheo’s aunt had come to offer her congratulations, as had one of Y/n’s old friends, the couple knew that their life would be a lonely one until they either made new friends or Y/n’s old friends in Diadem West came around. But they were happy. 

Grand parties weren’t a frequent occurrence, though every month or so, Mattheo threw a celebration for an unimportant holiday, simply to show Y/n off. He finally had the pleasure to kiss her in a room full of people and not be ridiculed. However, parties weren’t needed. As long as Mattheo woke up with Y/n in his arms, he would call it the most wonderful day ever. 

And when years had passed and their children would move out to begin their own endeavours, the house would lay empty. After decades had gone by and the mansion was simply a statement of extravagant wealth and the jubilance of society, people would wander in the house, marvelling at the gold and marble. Whispers would echo the hallways of the great love story that transpired within its walls. A large, dusty old portrait of the couple still hung above the fireplace, their eyes holding as much love as there was water in the bay.

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1) Gellert Grindelwald

2) Remus Lupin

3) Regulus Black

4) Adrian Pucey

5) Davi Silva

6) Tiana Lupin-Black

7) Draco Black-Malfoy

8) Haruki Ishikawa

9) Ascella Black de la familia Rodriguez

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One Shot: My Girl

- Draco x Slytherin Reader

- set in 6/7th year? (au no voldy)

- Classic they say they are “just friends” Y/N and Draco, a fight at a party set things into motion. Little bit angsty.

- Warning: swearing, underage drinking

- 1.6K words 🖤

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It was a cold Saturday morning at Hogwarts, Y/N was sat on the floor by the fire in the Slytherin common room, sipping a tea and nursing her hangover. The night before there had been a huge party in Ravenclaw Tower, everyone had an amazing time dancing and drinking, however now Y/N was left trying to erase certain cringey moments from her memories like Daphne being sick down herself and Blaise getting a little too friendly on the dance floor meaning Y/N had to shove him off. Suddenly her friend Pansy burst into the room, followed by Tracey and Millicent.

“Y/N! There you are!” Pansy exclaimed, bounding across the room and sitting beside her, “Have you heard what happened last night?”

“No, I’ve hardly spoken to anyone yet this morning, why? what’s happened?” Y/N asked.

“Well apparently last night as the party was dying down Blaise and Draco got into a fight” Pansy began,

“A fight? Over what?” Y/N said.

“You!” Pansy replied.

“Me? What, why would they fight over me?” Y/N asked.

“Oh come on Y/N we all see the way Draco looks at you and the way you act around each other. He clearly likes you, and if I’m not wrong you like him too,” Pansy said.

“No no we’ve been over this before, me and Draco, we are just friends” Y/N insisted.

“Tell her what he said Tracey” Pansy prompted, turning to their friend Tracey who had laid herself out across one of the sofas.

“He said and I quote “she’s my girl Blaise so why don’t you back off and stop talking about her like that” and then they started shouting at each other, something about dancing too close to you, and the next thing we all knew Blaise hit Draco right across the face, busted his lip open!” Tracey explained.

“Does that sound like just friends hey?” Pansy asked, raising her eyebrows at Y/N.

“I - I don’t know, he always calls me that, we are just close” Y/N protested “I - I, I need to go and check Draco is okay” she stuttered, rushing to her feet and heading down the corridor to the dorms.

Y/N arrived abruptly outside Dracos door, she had knocked on his door a hundred times before, for help with work, for a laugh, for access to his secret stash of Honeydukes sweets, but this was the first time she had ever been nervous to knock on his door. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly a few times, after hearing a muffled “Come in” from the other side of the door, Y/N entered Dracos room. She stepped into the centre of the dimly lit room where she could just about make out Dracos figured humped over on his bed,

“Draco..are you okay?” Y/N asked timidly, he slowly turned his face towards her and into the light, revealing his scabbed lip and bruised cheek, “Oh my gosh Draco” Y/N gasped, immediately rushing to sit beside him.

“I’ve had better mornings” he replied with a chuckle, Y/N gently ran her thumb across his cheek stopping just at the corner of his lip as their eyes met.

“What happened? Someone said you had a fight with Blaise?” she questioned.

“Nothing, it was just stupid, he was acting like a prick the whole night and then started saying some shit I didn’t like, so I went to tell him what I thought and he flipped out on me” Draco responded.

“What was he saying that you didn’t like?” she asked cautiously, knowing already that it was her who had been the topic of conversation.

“He was - he was talking about you, talking about how you had been dancing and he felt a vibe or something, then he started saying that he was sure he could get you back to his room because you were clearly such - such a slut” he said uncomfortably.

“Ouch, thats nice of him” Y/N said sarcastically, “Well I think that was maybe his bruised ego talking, because I can assure you there were no vibes on my end, and I made that perfectly clear when I shoved him away from me” she laughed.

“Well I’m glad you are okay about it, just boiled my blood so much when I heard him speaking about you in that way, your my..” he paused for a moment “my friend and I care about you.” he added slightly reluctantly.

“Friend?” Y/N’s heart sank a little, she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to make things awkward, “Yeh of course, and I appreciate you defending me, but don’t be going getting anymore cuts or bruises for me ok?” she threw him a wink and a gentle kiss on the cheek, before springing herself of his bed.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” Y/N asked, changing the topic as quickly as she could to avoid the word friend again and her thoughts surrounding it.

“No not yet” Draco responded.

“Well come on then” Y/N said, taking Draco’s hand and pulling him from the bed. The pair then linked arms and strolled up to the Great Hall together, ignoring everyone they walked past, including Pansy and the girls, completely lost in their own conversation.

It had been nearly a week since the party and the incident with Draco. Y/N was sat in class staring out the window finding her mind wandering back to Draco, and not for the first time this week. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt when Draco referred to her as his “friend”, and the more she thought about it the more she knew Pansy was right, she did have feelings for him. Either way, they had never had any conversations about being anything more than friends, so Y/N pushed down her feelings and questions and carried on.

“Y/N” Pansy exclaimed, “Class is over! What are you doing?”

“Oh sorry Pans, I didn’t even notice! Was in my own world” Y/N responded gathering her things and following Pansy out the classroom.

“You’ve been in your own world a lot recently! You okay?” she asked.

“Yeh of course I’m fine!” Y/N replied hesitantly.

“Not thinking about a certain blonde haired Slytherin?” Pansy teased.

“No, no of course not!” Y/N said quickly. Pansy rolled her eyes and chuckled in response.

“One day you’ll tell him how you feel” she said as they rounded the corner to the Great Hall, running straight into Theo and Blaise.

“One day you’ll tell who how you feel Y/N?” Theo asked immediately.

“No one, it’s none of your business Nott” Y/N snapped.

“Is it Goyle?” Theo asked, Y/N shook her head.

“Is it Adrian?” he suggested.

“No and no” Y/N replied, “Can I go now?” she said trying to push past them.

“I know!” Blaise exclaimed, with a mischievous look on his face, “Is it me?”.

“Didn’t I make myself clear at the party Blaise? We are just friends” Y/N replied calmly, trying to ignore his smug grin and her own growing frustration.

“What just friends like you and Malfoy?” he teased, “I wouldn’t mind that kind of friendship, I don’t have any friends I sleep with do you Nott?” he joked winking at Theo, the pair burst out laughing, pushing Y/N over the edge.

“You’re disgusting! We are just friends, that’s all we are! Just friends! Whether I like it or not!” she shouted, feeling her eyes beginning to brim with tears Y/N tore off down the corridor. She was running so fast she didn’t notice Draco who had been stood hiding at the end of the corridor, listening to her conversation. Y/N ran out of the castle and down towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, eventually stopping and leaning against a tree, before her body collapsed into its thick roots and she began to cry. She knew now for sure how she felt about Draco, but even after the fight at the party, he still called her his “friend”, Y/N hated that word, she didn’t want to just be Dracos friend anymore, but she knew the risks if she did tell him and he didn’t feel the same. He was sure to find out soon anyway, she practically just admitted it in front of all her friends. Suddenly her thoughts and tears were interrupted by a soft voice, “Y/N? Are you okay?”.

Y/N looked up to find Draco staring down at her with concern, when he saw her eyes full of tears he immediately threw himself down next to her paying no mind to how dirty his uniform may become.

“What’s wrong?” he asked timidly, cupping Y/N’s face with his hands, beginning to wipe away her tears with his thumb. Y/Ns heart was racing, but she knew she had to say something.

“I - I like you” Y/N blurted out, “as more than just a friend” she added, not even daring to look Draco in the eyes. They sat there for a moment in silence, Y/N began panicking,

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything, my god I’m such a…”

“Y/N!” Draco exclaimed, interrupting her, “I..like you too, a lot, definitely as more than a friend” he chuckled.

“Really?” she asked, slowly looking up to meet Draco’s eyes.

“Really!” he responded, “Your my girl, always have been always will be”.

Butterflies exploded in Y/Ns stomach and her eyes began to trace along his sharp jaw down to his lips. Draco pulled her in lightly, and finally their lips met in a explosive passion, all the tension of the past few weeks melted away and everything finally felt right.

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[sergeantbuckybarnes]

good enough // george weasley

Summary: A Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor don't go together. Perhaps that's why George didn't ask you to the Yule Ball. Perhaps he prefers a Hufflepuff, which is why he asked Susan Bones instead of you.

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: two idiots in love, a little angst with a happy ending

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @allyjoe755​ for proofreading this!

This was a request by anon. Hope you like it!

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“Has he already asked you?” Your friend inquired.

You simply shook your head, attempting to hide your disappointment, but you knew you couldn't fool Cho; she knew you better than anyone else.

Truth is, you had been waiting for your best friend and long-time crush George Weasley to ask you to the Yule Ball, and you had even subtly hinted to him that you didn't have a date, but the ginger boy didn't seem to pick up on your signals.

Roger Davies was the first one who asked you to be his date, and even though he was a nice fellow Ravenclaw, you didn't want to rush in and say yes because you were hoping George would ask.

A few days later, Adrian Pucey approached you as you were leaving your potions class with Cho and Luna, both girls secretly squealing at the cute Slytherin. Despite the fact that Adrian was labeled as a nice guy, considering his house, you turned him down, again hoping for the ginger boy to ask you.

As the weeks passed and the ball got closer, you began to lose hope that George would ask you. You knew Fred was going with Angelina– you were there in the Great Hall when the older twin asked her– and you also knew Lee had asked Alicia Spinet. So what about George? Did he have a date that he didn't tell you about? Why hadn’t he asked you to go with him? It’s not like you expected him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You would even accept going with him as friends. You would take anything he would offer you. But, sadly, he was radio silent about the Yule Ball, and you weren't confident enough to ask him yourself, as Luna suggested, preferring to go alone rather than risk rejection.

And that’s how you ended up, sitting in a chair between Harry and Ron, who were both having an awful night as well, because neither of them were with the person they wanted to be with. You seemed to fit right in.

But your night was made even worse when your gaze was drawn to the redhead you'd grown to love as more than a friend, and your heart clenched inside your chest. You could feel your eyes welling up as he twirled Susan Bones and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his chest.

He had, of course, invited a Hufflepuff to the dance. A Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff made an excellent match. But a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw together? That sounded like a story from one of those Muggle fairy tales Hermione told you about. But you refused to cry, especially when you saw George approaching you, thankfully alone.

“Hey, snookums,” he greeted you, using the term of endearment he gave you when you were 11. You shared a compartment with him and Fred on your first ride to Hogwarts. It always warmed your heart that the pet name was exclusively yours, but now you wondered if he also used it with Susan.

You forced a smile.

“Hey, you.” You tried to sound as even as possible, not letting on that you were about to cry before he approached you. “You having fun?”

He just smiled and nodded before looking to the sides as if looking for someone, “Where’s your date?”

Susan appeared from behind him and linked her arm with his before you could even respond to his question. “Come on, Georgie. I love this song.” And he was dragged away from you.

“This is the worst night of my life,” Ron muttered.

And you had to agree.

You avoided George at all costs after that disastrous night; you couldn't just hang out and listen to him brag about how much fun he had with Susan, and a part of you resented him a little for it.

Stopping hanging out with George meant stopping hanging out with Fred and Lee as well, and there was nothing you could do about it, even if you felt bad about making them pay the consequences of George's stupidity. The twins were always joined by the hip with Lee at their side.

You had no idea if George had noticed your absence from his life, or if he even cared. What you knew was that he made no attempt to approach you.

But George had noticed it. How could he not? You used to spend most of your free time with him, either in the Gryffindor common room or in the library; he would always drop by when you were studying and sit there for hours just watching you, teasing you now and then, calling you a bookworm and a smartypants. Sometimes you even helped him and Fred with some pranks.

Now, when you saw him in the corridors, you turned the other way, avoiding him like the plague. It hurt him. It hurt him even more not knowing what he had done to upset you.

Because, how could he even fix it if he didn’t know what he did wrong?

So he sought advice from his brother and best friend.

“You’re joking, right?” Fred stated. He was aware that his brother could be stupid, but not that stupid.

But George's helpless expression revealed nothing but seriousness.  

“You screwed up, mate,” Lee chimed in.

His friend's response confused him even more. The Quidditch Commentator simply rolled his eyes at his pal's folly. “She fancies you.”

“What? No, she doesn’t.”

Were his friends pulling his leg? You couldn't possibly feel that way about him. It sounded too good to be true. For Godrick’s sake, you were a Ravenclaw! You were incredibly intelligent, witty, kind, and beautiful...

“You must be the only jerk who hasn't figured it out yet,” His twin's voice jolted him out of his reverie.

“She's upset because you brought another girl to the Ball,” Lee explained. “That's a git move on your part, if you ask me.”

“She also went with someone else!”

“No, she didn’t.” George regarded his brother as if he had grown a second head. “A couple of guys asked her but she turned them down.”

“Because she was expecting you to ask her.”

“Then why didn't she tell me?” George approached you at the Ball and inquired about your date, and you appeared to be in good spirits.

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do we have to explain everything to you? She was most likely embarrassed! She must think you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I do! I do like her… She’s — How could I not like her?”

“You haven’t been the best at showing it.”

George sulked deeper in the lovearm seat, a hand running through his dishevelled, fiery hair. “How am I gonna fix this?”

“Don’t worry, Georgie, that's what you have us for.”

The last thing you expected from your friends was to drag you out of bed at midnight and lead you all the way through the castle to the Quidditch pitch. You wondered how they got into the Ravenclaw common room and the girls' dormitories in the first place, but didn't bother asking them because you knew they weren't going to give you the answer you were looking for.

“I swear to Merlin, if Filch catches us, I'll hex you.”

Fred and Lee didn't seem phased by your threat, and once you arrived at your destination, they left you alone, ignoring your question about where they were going.

“You better not try to pull a prank on me!” You screeched to no one in particular; you were standing alone, but you knew your friends were hiding somewhere, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

A deafening bang reached your ears, followed by an impressive display of fireworks that made your jaw drop. The sight of them exploding in the night sky was unforgettable. As the colors and light spelled out ‘Do you want to be my girlfriend?’, it created a magical atmosphere.

You stared at the sky with wide-open eyes that you couldn’t shut. The display of colors and sparks in the sky didn’t seem to fade, so you guessed they were enchanted. You were so taken aback by what you were seeing that you didn't notice a lanky, tall ginger standing beside you until you heard him speak. “Do you like it?”

You turned to face him, a little startled. “George! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

When you didn't say anything, the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable, and George began to feel anxious. A wave of thoughts filled his mind, the majority of which were that his brother and Lee had duped him and that you didn't actually fancy him as he had been told, and you just didn't know how to turn him down. Despite this, the younger twin worked hard to push those thoughts away and regain his usual confidence.

“What’s all of this about, George?”

“What do you think this is about?” He pointed out at the sky, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“What about Susan?”

“I don’t like Susan.”

“You took her to the ball.” You looked at the ground, feeling small and unable to hold his gaze.

“I know. It was a blunder on my part,” he apologized, “but I couldn't ask you and risk ruining our friendship. I didn’t know how you felt until Fred and Lee pointed it out to me, and I felt like a total git for hurting you.”

“You really like me?” You inquired, still unsure. George's words were everything you'd hoped to hear for years, but they were too good to be true.

“Love, I have been hooked on you since the first time I saw you.”

A small smile started breaking out on your face. “You are really a git.”

George reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in one hand and resting the other on your waist.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” You said, referring to the fireworks show. “You could have asked me like a normal person.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” As he got closer, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and butterflies in your stomach. “Besides, this is more my style. You should know that by now.”

George’s eyes stared into yours. His gaze exuded love and adoration. Then it happened. He closed the small gap that was keeping you apart. He kissed you. Your lips met like the north and south poles of a magnet. Kissing George was better than you could have imagined. You could feel the hollowness that had been left inside your body filled with passion. It felt like you were lost in a dream from which you didn't want to awaken. You held tightly onto him as if you were both merging into one.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he mumbled against your lips as you parted to catch your breath.

“Wasn’t that a good answer?” Due to the proximity, your lips brushed his when you spoke. And you had to hold yourself from kissing him again, missing the warmth and softness of his lips.

“I’d prefer a verbal confirmation,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, but you gave him what he wanted.

“Yes.”

#george weasley #harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley fic #george weasley one shot #harry potter imagine #fred and george weasley #weasley twins

[hibiscusfairys]

image !!

🍂 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 3 (hufflepuff fem reader)

♪ lover, you should come over : jeff buckley

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

♡ warnings: angst

tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy

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It was the night of the Yule Ball.

You examined your hopeless reflection, the dress you wore draping straight over your figure. The puffed sleeves were decorated with lace and the silk of the dress fell to your feet.

You clasped your fingers together.

The Yule Ball is a dance, and you were going to be dancing with Adrian Pucey.

There was no doubt that Pucey wasn’t a bad looker. But you felt so empty. You both treated each other as a last resort, knowing that it would be difficult to grasp another date if you even tried. So you settled with him, unsatisfied with what you had.

With one final re-adjustment of your hair, you lifted your dress above your ankles, and walked down the stairway by yourself. The walls were calmly lit with candles.

You could hear ongoing chatter of people inside of the ballroom, eagerness emitting from the crowd. Dread snaked your stomach as you saw Adrian Pucey stood infront of the doorway, awaiting your arrival. You could sense his feeling from a mile away — his expression reeked terribly of discomfort as you approached. It wasn’t one sided, either.

“Please, let us get this over with,” He said, a laugh slightly escaping from his lips. “I only waited so I could confirm I wouldn’t get stood up.”

“You and me both don’t want this, Pucey.” You said, your gaze softening onto him. “You can separate yourself from me until the dance.”

“Then.. I’ll be off.” His eyes flickered to your dress and then your face. He raised his hand to wave, as he cautiously backed away.

Your vision followed his figure stray from you as you were alone, yet again.

You stood alone, mindless in front of the doorway. But you couldn’t stay forever.

You walk towards the stairs that led you down to the ballroom, scanning the room for the one you had anticipated seeing all evening. And there he was, laughing away, a glass held delicate in his pale hand. His arm snaked around Astoria’s back as he pulled her closer, gifting her his pearly smile that you dreamt he would, one day, give you.

The music pounded in your ears as you watched your steps. The insecurity you felt was major despite the attention you wanted from him had focused elsewhere.

“You look beautiful,” Susan Bones, a friend of yours, whispered to you as she leant in. “Did you go with Pucey?”

“Yes.” You replied, hiding your disappointment. “He’s elsewhere.”

“He should really be with you..” Susan said as she sipped her lemonade. “It’s unfair.”

You shook your head. “Actually, it was me.”

“You want to be by yourself? But why?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Because the one I wanted to ask has sadly not complied. So I’m here miserable.” You joked, even though you were upset too.

She softly tapped your shoulder. “There, there.”

You watched the crowd meddle and blend together. The band blared their music loudly through their instruments before it was time for Professor McGonagall to officially announce the dance, the one you had been fearing. The thoughts of Adrian Pucey’s hands on your waist made you grimace so severely that you even debated with yourself to pull out. But you were brave, and you were going to put your problems of jealousy and unrequited love aside for the moment. You didn’t want to ruin this for him either, after all. It would be so selfish.

A tap on a glass turned the people silent as the dance commenced. First, the Tri-Wizard champions poured onto the dancefloor first, demonstrating their first dance. You could only watch in awe at the way Cedric Diggory admired Cho Chang, envy bleeding through you like ink. No matter, no matter…

Now, you needed to focus on dancing. And not ruining your partners night.

Pucey awkwardly walked up to you, stood infront of you like a narrow stick. You grinned comfortably as you let him take your waist, directing you through the dance as Bonnie Raitt played on the large gramophone.

You didn’t actually feel too uncomfortable. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it.

Every so often, your gaze directed helplessly to the bobbing head of the blonde twirling his ‘missus’ elegantly with grace. Even the way she danced was beautiful.

You could hold in the tears, sure you can. But how long would it be until you’d finally break?

You also noticed Adrian becoming just as detached. Was he also thinking of someone else?

After the official dance had ended, it was time to really celebrate. Many people split from their counterpart and decided to create smaller clustered groups, dancing away to the music. Romantic ballads, pop, rock, and disco were echoing from the gramophone.

You sat hunched by yourself, a glass of punch cupped in your palm.

You looked up and saw Malfoy there, as if he was spotlighted. And he was looking at you. But not with the usual, condescending gaze that he always did. It appeared more desperate, and more sad. More remorseful, and more guilty.

You were absorbed into his vision.

Your longing for him grew immensely the more your eyes locked together. He could sense the love you held for him, and he didn’t know what to do with it. He was torn between a feeling of love or guilt. There was no obvious answer to him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. Was he ashamed? Or was he also longing for you?

His gaze was soft on you. You couldn’t help but relish in it. Finally, the one shard of attention he had shed on you tonight.

But when he looked away, it was like the connection between you in that moment that had pulled you together, suddenly snapped.

Astoria seemed like a wonder to him.

The way his eyes lit when he saw her agonised you the most. The way he only looked at you with neutrality or negativity provoked it even more.

Because in the end, you knew there was an obvious choice for him, no matter how much you fed your beliefs that there was a chance.

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ILL MAKE A PART FOURR because i want a happy ending so bad im telling you :((

#harry potter #angst #draco angst #draco imagine #draco malfoy angst #draco x female reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco x reader #harry potter fic #draco malfoy x reader #draco x muggleborn

[persephonesportal]

The Perfect Match - fluff, childhood friends to lovers

Despite your father dying at the age of 18, your mother still raised you as a Black. And to assist your status as a Pureblood, she arranged a betrothal contract between you and the young Pucey heir. Good thing you and Adrian turned out to be the perfect match

Enchanted to Meet You - secret pining, love at first sight, secret bloodlines

Your brother and you were separated after that fateful Halloween, but you both knew each other and kept in contact under Dumbledore’s nose. Fourth year comes around and Beauxbatons attends Hogwarts. Time to see your beloved brother and manage to catch the eyes of a certain dark eyed Slytherin. It was spark at first sight.

Meet You at the Graveyard - angst, fluff, reunion

It’s been far too long since your tragic deaths at the hands of the Spring Court alongside your mother and younger sister. You linger on the other side watching Rhys’s accomplishments, tragedies and his greatest stories. When war comes and Rhys sacrifices himself, he wasn’t expecting to see someone by his side before he is saved by the other high lords.

(Rhys dies and you greet your brother, telling him how proud of him you are and how you want him to live)

We Could Have Been Great - Angst, pining, trauma, family conflict

The bond between you and Eris snapped around the time he was engaged to Mor. You both tried to avoid each other due to Beron being a threat to you and Azriel would create conflict if he were to discover. It hurt you both but it had to be done.Too bad it ended before it could begin.

#acotar x reader #hp fanfic #eris vanserra x reader #rhysand x reader #blaise zabini x reader #adrian pucey

[limerenze]

odds and ends - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; adrian needs a getaway pick me up and seeks refuge in the three broomsticks for it, behind the bar? is y/n.

Word Count; 1.3k

A/N; i have somewhere im going with this i promise. pls stick with me on this one its gonna be good i think. also i wrote most of this on a ft call with the loml @loverssfevers , i figured id mention since shes my MUSE

Warnings; angst kinda but not really, fluff kinda but not really, unedited (whats new)

Dates Written; August 3rd - August 6th, 2022

The air in the pub was stale, which was unusual for the Three Broomsticks. Y/N wasn't used to it being so quiet.

The air was stuffy, as usual. But the pub was lacking the too-many wizards packed in far too tightly. She usually loathed it, but the atmosphere wasn't right without them all. It wasn't exactly right without their noise to fill the room.

Being around all the obnoxious wizards made her forget how utterly lonely she was.

Now, that wasn't to say the pub was empty. No, in all her time working under Rosmerta’s wing- Y/N had never seen the place empty. A few wizards staggered around. As the night drew on, they trickled out slowly.

The ones who remained were only staying because they had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to be.

That remained true until one young wizard walked in. The bell on top of the door clanged and the rumble roared throughout the wooden beams of the building.

“We’re closed! Do you know what time it is!” the shrunken heads barked at the wizard with the tired eyes.

“Bullocks, this place doesn't close! And I can see people sitting all around the pub!” He barked back at them, without missing a beat. 

They gasped in offence and began to shout back at him before Y/N piped up, “Enough! Do you know what time it is? I've been standing behind this bar since dinner time and I haven't stopped listening to your yapping all night! Let the man through!”

Y/N would be on their bad side for the next few days, but that felt good to let out.

She hated the shrunken heads. And their yapping.

The man emerged into the light of the pub from the dark entryway, Y/N watched as the fluorescents danced on his high cheekbones. She watched, no- watched wasn't the right word. 

It wasn't the right word to describe the way he lit up the entire room with his beauty. The expression he wore was dull, the bags under his eyes weighed tons and tons- but the pink tint he wore across his cheeks and nose contrasted against them and worked to cancel them out.

He was so breathtaking.

So Y/N did not simply watch him, no. Y/N experienced him.

That’s how it felt anyway.

As he shuffled further into the pub, beelining for a seat at the bar in front of Y/N- her hands grew clammy with nerves. She didn't want him to see her, not under the bright and harsh lights- not in any lights. However, he looked divine under the white hue.

He looked divine under any light. He was Adrian Pucey.

There was no way she could serve him without him seeing her, and she was the only one working. It was the one night she shooed off Betty, her co-worker- without a second thought. So she was alone, alone until Rosmerta started. And she didn't have much time to create a game plan, so she did the only thing she could think of.

She turned her back to him. She faced the shelves and grabbed anything she could to look busy. Y/N re-polished glasses with the clean rag. Even though she polished them an hour ago.

“Hello?” he spoke. His tone was one much softer than the one he used when he first came through the heavy wooden door. “Ya’think I could just get a Swott?” he asked politely as he found comfort on one of the stools.

Y/N hummed in response, letting out a quiet but mildly squeaky: ‘mhm’. Y/N reached for the bottle of malt whiskey. It wasn't ordered too often, it was a bit on the higher-end side. Unsurprising for the man sitting in front of her. Or, behind her- really.

Her fingers traced the rim of the short, square glass and she poured a few inches into the bottom. She hoped that Adrian was not paying attention, so he wouldn't see the way she had to take a deep breath to face him.

Slowly, as if it was some sort of reveal- she turned toward him with his drink in hand. His neck craned up to look at her, she offered him a small smile- a bit of an awkward one, and grabbed a coaster from under the bench. Y/N placed it in front of him and set the glass on top of it. 

The bar was a hundred years old, and Rosmerta would crush her if she came into the pub in the morning to a white ring on the wood from a wet glass.

She would crush her, then she would fire her. And Y/N didn't know which was worse, so it was best to just give the drinkers their coasters.

Y/N searched for something in Adrian’s dark eyes. They weren't dark with emotion, although, actually maybe they were. They weren't dark with anger or malice. Adrian’s eyes were dark with colour and pigment. They were all but black holes and they were mesmerizing.

Y/N swore she could look into them forever. She cut herself off when she realized nothing in the boys eyes changed when he saw her. There was no glint, no recognition, no nothing.

She was worried a small fire would ignite in her chest with anger, but it was smouldered out by her sheer disappointment. He didn't know her, he didn't recognise her.

But then again, why would he?

She turned her back to him once again, going back to polishing the already perfect and pristine glasses. 

She didn't know what she thought. “Sorry” Adrian trailed off, trying to get her attention. “Do you uh-”

He sounded embarrassed. What he possibly could be embarrassed by was beyond her. She was a barmaid, she had seen far too many things in the four walls of this building for anything Adrian Pucey does to phase her.

Actually, that's a lie. 

Everything Adrian Pucey does phases her, it's been that way for as long as she could remember. From the moment she saw him across the foyer in Hogwarts, outside the great hall as they waited patiently to be sorted. To now, as she kept her back to him because- although all she wanted during her years of knowing him was for him to notice her, to see her? She couldn't handle any of that right now. 

“Do you mind, just leaving the bottle?” he finished. Y/N didn't argue, it was against policy but she was trying to limit the interactions between them as much as possible. So, she left the bottle of Swott Malt Whiskey on the bench in front of him.

Much like the other girls they went to school with, all she knew was what it was like to crave the most sought-after boy, dressed in green and silver’s attention. And tonight? She could not handle the weight on her back of knowing what it would be like to finally, actually have it.

Not that her having Adrian’s attention in the way she always dreamed of having it was in the realm of possibility tonight. Honestly, there was no way. She told herself it was crazy to even think about. 

He didn't even recognise her. He didn't even know her. 

She shouldn't have been surprised, and maybe she wasn't. It would've been more of a shock if Adrian Pucey did know her. She can't recall a single time when her name rolled off his tongue. Did he even know her name? She can hardly remember a single interaction they had with one another. 

Her mind was spiralling at a million miles per second. She was so lost in her thoughts- from the outside, it looked like there was a really stubborn smudge on the glass based on how harshly she was rubbing the cup with the soft cloth. Her mind was so far away that she couldn't hear him.

She couldn't hear his soft and buttery voice calling out for her. She couldn't hear him at all. 

“Y/N?” 

Until she could.

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[Podfic] Rosemary for Remembrance

[Podfic] Rosemary for Remembrance https://ift.tt/qbzlTcr by PaperCraneAudiobooks A post-war, slow-burn, enemies to lovers Dramione story about healing, redemption, and second chances. Featuring a full cast of your favourite snarky Slytherins. Podfic of Rosemary for Remembrance by rubber_soul02. Words: 21, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Adrian Pucey, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Minerva McGonagall, Blaise Zabini, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass/Adrian Pucey, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Post-War, Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, POV Hermione Granger, hermione is messed up from the war, Eventual Smut, POV Third Person, Romance, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Healing, Post-Hogwarts, Happy Ending, Enthusiastic Consent, draco isn't too soft, Tattoos, no beta we die like women, Fluff and Angst, Personal Growth, Dark Mark, Idiots in Love, HEA, Good Slytherins, A bit toxic, Flourish and Blotts, Banter, Podfic, Podfic Length: 15-20 Hours, Audio Format: M4B, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: Download via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/2FsGU7B April 10, 2024 at 12:34AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[lilyswh0re]

after - adrian pucey

date: july 22, 2022

summary: the aftermath

note: second part to strings. race and apperance isn't mentioned but y/n uses she/her

warnings: a couple swear words

a/n: two posts in one day is crazy for me. Ameila is giving Murray from ST hehe. The grammar is correct this time because I wrote this on my computer instead of my phone like i normally do. Also I learned how to do the keep reading break

tags: @limerenze @loverssfevers @ghostofscarley @dayangestre

Come morning time, y/n was alone again. Alone with hardly any recollection of what happened a few hours ago. Instead of breakfast, the families opted for brunch, which y/n had walked into. 

“Sit!” Her father encouraged her. The only open seat, unfortunately, being across from Adrian. While she didn’t remember exactly what she said, she knew it wasn’t nothing. He was so passive this morning it almost hurt to watch them interact.

“Toast?” He offered her the plate.

She nodded and took a half slice, “Thank you.”

“We’re going down to the beach later.” Adrian’s mother informed them. Y/n just nodded.

Y/n’s mind was still on last night, everything was in place but it wasn’t right. Amelia–Adrian’s oldest sister–seemed to notice too, as she could not stop giggling into her tea cup. 

Adrian wasn’t kicking or pushing her, he was being awfully gentle. “Orange juice?”

“Sure, thanks.” It was becoming unsettling, not just for her but for everyone else at the table. Their mothers were overjoyed by the sudden change, as their lifelong dream of their children being together might actually occur.

“DId you have fun last night, Y/n?” Amelia asked. Y/n’s eyes went to the side to look at her before turning her head to respond.

“Yea, I might go out again tonight.”

“I bet, let me know so I can join you. You should come with us, Ade.”

“I’m still tired from last night.”

“Didn’t sleep well?” Amelia pouted.

He squinted at her to stop, “No, not really.” He hadn’t slept at all. He couldn’t believe he pushed Y/n away completely. She had been around for so long, put up with all of his antics, or so he thought. Truthfully, she put up with it because she had to but she would complain about it every chance she got.

“I’m going for a bike ride before we leave,” Y/n stood up from her seat. She went up to her room to change and to review what could have possibly happened to prompt Adrian’s sudden sickly sweet behavior. Staring at the posters on the ceiling, she fell back into her bed. 

They went to the party, that part she remembered clearly but as the drinks rolled in, her memory faded. Adrian brought her home, she got in bed, she told him that she hates him- SHE TOLD HIM THAT SHE HATES HIM. Her palm came down to her forehead. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

She meant it though. All Adrian had ever done since third year was terrorize her and her friends. He wasn’t that 11,12 year old who wanted her to help him with transfiguration. He was now the 16 year old who flirted with girls he knows Y/n doesn’t like. He was the 16 year old who did everything in his power so Y/n couldn’t be able to bring home any boy who wasn’t him.

There was a knock on her door. “Come in.” It was him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You still wanna go on that bike ride? You’ve been up here a while.”

“Yea, I’m gonna go in a bit. You’ve been acting weird all morning.”

“To be fair, you were asleep all morning, it's past noon now.” Adrian smiled. It faltered when he realized you didn’t find it amusing.

“Adrian?”

“Yea?”

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like this! You’ve spent the past three years doing everything and anything to make me mad, to get under my skin. And then you act like you’re the picture of innocence!”

“You make me a jealous mess, Y/n! I’m sorry I’ve pushed your boyfriends off their brooms and hex them whenever they’re away from you!”

“You’re not entitled to me!” “I know that.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His head dipped back against the door frame.

“Just because our mothers want us together doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.I told you that as long as you treat me the way you do, I won’t go out with you and I meant it.” Her voice was firm but even if it had been wavering, Adrian knew it to be true.

He nodded and left.

Not long after, Amelia slipped in, giggling as she had been during brunch. “Lovers quarrel?”

“No.” Y/n pulled her new shirt down, “Your parents and my parents aren’t arguing.”

“Oh I know that. I was talking about you and Adrian.”

“We aren’t lovers and will never be.”

“Whatever you say.” She slipped out as smoothly as she slipped in, only her head was still inside the room, “Your brother and I have a bet, don’t let me down.” She winked.

“Get out. Amelia!” She chucked a pillow at the door.

Y/n rushed out herroom to the backyard, hoping no one else wanted to give their unwanted opinion. She got a running head start before hopping onto her bike.

“Bit mad, huh?” Her brother called out.

“Shut up, asshole!” The wind carried her string of insults to him as Y/n peddled away.

At the beach, the families set up a good distance from the water. Y/n had no intention of getting in the water so soon. So when she was asked to join a game of volleyball, she agreed almost instantly.

Adrian, on the other hand, got into the water as soon as he put his stuff down. He almost didn’t even realize when one of the boys wrapped his arms around Y/n to fix her form. He wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t been for his youngest sister who pointed it out. 

“Ads, who’s that with Y/n?’

“Just a friend.” He dove in, making Annabelle, who was on his shoulders, shriek at the cold water. 

They didn’t speak the entire time at the beach, until the very end.

“Adrian, can you please tell Y/n it’s time to go?” Her mother asked. Although he didn’t want to, he nodded and made his way towards her.

“Y/n, we’re leaving.” Adrian kept his distance from the pair. She turned to look at him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the shining waters.

“Bye,'' she said softly to the other boy. 

The car ride home was full of chatter and laughter but Adrian was miserable. Though Y/n was doing much better than him, she also wasn’t doing amazing. 

Amelia leaned into her, “Why the long face? New boyfriend wasn’t adequate?”

Y/n scowled, “He’s not my boyfriend and he was…fine. And it’s his last day here before he goes back to America so…”

“Huh seems you were robbed of a summertime romance.” Amelia leaned back in her seat.

“I don’t want anything with him! He was just fun to talk to!” Y/n whisper yelled. Adrian whipped his head back to look at them and accidentally made eye contact with Y/n, who quickly turned to look out the window.

“Ah to be young and dumb,” Her brother sighed. He laughed at the thud from Y/n kicking his seat.

“You’re three years older than me dipshit!”

“Language!” One of the adults called out.

The rest of the summer continued like that. Barely any acknowledgments between the two.

They were now in their sixth year and Adrian had been made headboy. Y/n now found herself in an empty compartment, waiting for her friends to arrive. Adrian stepped inside, sitting in front of her. “Look, I know I’m a total arse to you and you will never date me but if we could just be friends.” 

Y/n looked at him for a moment. He was being sincere, something that wasn’t very common towards her. She nodded, “Friends.”

Maybe even more but all in due time.

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[ghostofscarley]

hello everyone.. alas i am bored and instead of finishing my prepls or school work (aha procrastination), i saw an author write out their entire playlist that fit with their fic and gave mini explanations as to why they paired each song.. so i would like to present, ahem

GHOSTOFSCARLEY's REASONS FOR THE SONGS OF HER PLAYLIST; RWTS

now ofc, all credit isnt mine.. my lover @emso12 wrote 'Rewrite The Stars' and ive been in love with it for just over a year, id say, now, however i made the playlist not too long ago, which consist songs that just made sense following the storyline of this fic.. now, whilst a good lot of the songs cannot simply be explained, i removed them for the sake of this post and so if i remember them, ill add them again.. that being said, it still left a good 6 hours left of songs so we're in for a ride..

fair warning; quite a lot of songs, therefore this is basically a rant.. a hefty one.. read at own risk (the risk being pure boredom unless this somewhat interests you like it interested me) spoilers too for those who are yet to read RWTS

lets get started !!!

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya

obviously, as the name of the book itself, and a running metaphor throughout as the chapters as the book progressed, it only made sense. the song focuses on the differences between y/n and adrian and how they overcome those differences as they grow older and mature and write their own story; their love story

Wanna Know - Sabrina Claudio

my perception of this song is that a couple is within the stage in which they're now sharing the 'l' word. obviously this is a big commitment and sometimes one can wonder whether their significant other truly means it. this can be set when adrian first says it to y/n or when they're broken up (temporarily). if they were so hurt from the actions of the other, were they truly in love?

I Don't - Sabrina Claudio

now this song is moreso focused on the lovely miss emilia morales and well.. the dick-ish miles bletchley. this song focuses on a toxic relationship. similarly, no matter how much miles seemed to hurt our girl, because of her love for him, all of those reasons meant nothing, she was so in love with him that she could not bring herself to leave him. she knew that he meant well and would better himself

Frozen - Sabrina Claudio

now again this song can be set when y/n and adrian are younger and are just lounging during a break or a weekend at hogwarts in a common room OR when they have moved in together. this was chosen to show how no matter what, they always knew the other would be the ONE for them, they would love each other no matter what.

Orion's Belt - Sabrina Claudio

so, talking about a constellation and relating it to freckles? i immediately thought of adrian and how his upbringing (as well as his kids names) being somewhat related to space. this song is also about familiarising the feeling of love and romantic warmth together. they create a safe space that was to only be shared between them.

We Have Time - Sabrina Claudio

not too far into their relationship, or maybe even before it became official, adrian has said that he did not want to rush things; i mean this was his first serious relationship. so this song represents how they slowed the pace and took their time to really get to know and inevitably fall in love with each other. through this, it evolved into a loving relationship in which they both gained a significant other and best friend, and it did not feel forced.

Natural - Sabrina Claudio

this song focuses in on the development of a crush that they held on each other and how quick it was to happen. having both been in relationships, it felt new when they started falling for each other, because it was real. not just physical or shy and awkward, but tender and warm and with a friendship already developed, it meant they already knew each other to some degree. and they both continued to fall harder for the other.

Best of the Kind - Jereena Montemayor

now when people say that their significant other is their 'other half', it cannot be portrayed better than in this song. its vaguely implicated. with adrian, y/n felt like a better version of herself. no matter what issues or problems they went through, they knew they would get through it together. they truly were each others better half; they completed each other and it would be hard to imagine one without the other.

Close As Strangers - 5 Seconds of Summer

this takes place during the break up as well. of course the lyrics insinuate that they would still be together, but for the sake of this fic, not quite. it still, however conveys the pain that they felt. in fact, when it comes to lyrics like ' late night calls and another text', this could be happy memories of letters sent between the two when they were still together. but then it says 'but you know that i'll always wait for you', so despite being apart and even somewhat seeing other people, they still hold an amount of love for the other. they could never truly let the other go

Moving Along - 5 Seconds of Summer

whilst y/n showed signs of having moved on (and actually being interested in joseph), it was clear that whatever adrian did with pansy was to streak a sense of jealousy through y/n, yet it was clear he was never truly into pansy, just needed a distraction from the pain. that he had unwillingly caused. adrian tried hard to get through to her, it was never his intentions to hurt her, but for the moment, it was clear that the issue was beyond repair. oh and y/n specifically said 'i know youll find someone else who you can love'.

Lie To Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

this can be set anytime adrian sees y/n with joseph, perhaps when they are together near the black lake or just outside of the gryffindor quidditch tent. seeing her happy after the downfall of the 'it' couple of hogwarts, it was clear that she had moved on (though it was otherwise). at this point, the supposedly new couple is moreso a rebound from the pain that was mistakenly thrown onto y/n

She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

a more happy song with a happier interpretation. often people find this song silly due to the lyrics. but personally, i find this song quite sweet. no matter what, she would always look perfect in his eyes. i relate this song specifically to the scene in which y/n gave birth to baby z, with fly away hairs, sweat dripping down her forehead and the softest smile as she held the first born pucey against her chest, adrian had never thought that she had looked more perfect then in that moment. the yule ball look was quaking.

Wherever You Are - 5 Seconds of Summer

and we are back to the breakup. though they were separated, in this case romantically and physically, though y/n was in a committed relationship that, though controlling, was respected, it meant that boundaries were created and thus the closeness between her and her friends severed more. so through this song, it insinuates no matter where she may be, near or far, though they may no longer be together, she will always be a lingering thought of adrian's.

Not In The Same Way - 5 Seconds of Summer

ooh a bit spicy. well this takes place during (i was gonna say the first) both trips to france, where, fun times in the sheets happen between miss y/l/n and mr pucey. suck on that joseph. obviously this does not fix what was lost, but they allow themselves to embrace each other as if it is to be their last. they still feel the same love that remains from their past relationship, however the pain of the 'affair' is what holds y/n back.

Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer

think this is pretty self explanatory, however, this is set closer to the breakup. obviously in this stage, adrian is still working hard to get his girl back (despite still being seen with pugface), however as time progresses, its not that he stops trying, but rather, that he believes she would be happier with someone else. so he lays off, seeing as his past efforts were rather futile.

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

now this relates moreso to his years before he met y/n. he was, to use emilias words, a man whore. obviously as he indulges in her and starts his first serious relationship, it is shown to his friends just how much y/n changed him. for the better. she had really tamed him

Disconnected - 5 Seconds of Summer

they were officially in love and in love with the idea of losing themselves in each other. they had truly found their safe place. their happy place. the soft and happy yet upbeat song perfectly defines the 'love' stage of y/n and adrian in my opinion. they were completely enamoured with every little thing the other did, and quite literally felt themselves disconnect from the world that surround them as they only needed each other.

Lover Of Mine - 5 Seconds of Summer

this is set just after the battle, when adrian finally gets his girl back. maybe even a little after. he finally reflects on the mistakes that his younger self made, how idiotic he was, and how he would only need y/n, for all that she would take of him. he would continue to better himself and vow to never make those mistakes again for he could not bare to lose her. she was it for him. and he was to make sure that she knew that.

Story Of Another Us - 5 Seconds of Summer

sad again. this is set during the breakup. maybe just after pansy has slapped adrian and y/n is officially with joseph. despite the upbeat tone and quick tempo, the lyrics hold a sombre mood and saddening message, yet so beautiful. every happy memory with y/n is like a movie. and adrian can only hope can he can start a new story with his love. though for the moment, it would have to be but a wish.

Ghost Of You - 5 Seconds of Summer

as they drift further apart, the memory of each other becomes like that of a ghost. the side that the other may have once occupied, the indent of what once was a familiar body begins to flatten out. the familiar music that may have echoed in the room, is now only danced to by a single person rather than a pair. and the company of a past lover is replaced with someone who could never be the other. 'that my feet don't dance like they did with you'.

Best Years - 5 Seconds of Summer

similar to my fic, this song is set just after the battle when our lovers reconcile. adrian promises that shes it for him (though we all knew that already), that he wouldn't make that mistake again, that there was no one else he'd rather, even if she didn't want him anymore. spoiler; she still wanted him.

If You Love Her - Forest Blakk

when adrian had come to terms with y/n and joseph being a thing (understanding that she had cut contact to respect her relationship), i pictured this song. i pictured adrian telling joseph to look after y/n and more importantly, her heart. to never hurt her. i pictured this thru an unsent letter where he then went on to rant abt the small yet simple things she loved, because to him that's when his love for her grew, watching her eyes glow as she did the things she loved. 'shes the best thing that you'll ever have. she'll love you if you love her'.

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

when i think of the moments where y/n and adrian sit together out by the black lake near their initial-carved tree, i think of this song. i think of the more intimate yet non-sexual moments, the ones of just pure love and admiration that they share between them. and i think of the desperate whispers shared as they lie in bed together, drowning everything else out

Till The End - Jessie Ware

this one is pretty self explanatory and similar to my own fic of the song. it is set around both the end of the war, their makeup and when they get married. it's a promise to be each other's 'other half', till the end of time

Can't Help Falling In Love - Kina Grannis

obviously this song is a classic love song by the king, elvis presley, however i chose this version as even tho the story is set in the 1980s-1990s, the softness of Kina's voice (and the fact that it was used during the wedding in Crazy, Rich Asian' just made sense to me), it just seemed right to incorporate it with the wedding between y/n and adrian

#Spotify #adrian pucey #adrian pucey x reader #adrian-pucey #y/n #adrian pucey fluff #adrian pucey angst #miles bletchley #emilia morales #rwts #we love em #angst #fluff #5sos #sabrina claudio #ghostofscarleytalks

[multi-fandom-simp]

Request Masterlist

Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

Pros(What I will write):

-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

-Alternate Realities of canon universes

-character deaths

Cons(What I will NOT write)

-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

-Include what character you would like it to be for, and a brief description of the fic. I will do my best to write exactly what you're asking for, but please remember not everyone has the exact same brain waves.

-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

-If you would like the reader to be from a specific family or house, please include that.

Characters I will write for

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

- Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Daemon Targaryen

- Aemond Targaryen

- Helaena Targaryen

- Rhaenys II Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

- Laenor Velaryon (x Male!Reader)

- Laena Velaryon

GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Robb Stark

- Sansa Stark

- Bran Stark

- Jojeen Reed

- Theon Greyjoy

- Yara Greyjoy

- Oberyn Martell

The Sandman:

- Morpheus

- Desire

- Death

- The Corinthian

- Calliope

Marauders:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene Mckinnon

- Regulus Black

Harry Potter:

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Bill Weasley

- Cedric Diggory

- Draco Malfoy

- Adrian Pucey

-Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings:

- Legolas

- Aragorn

- Thranduil

- Kili

- Fili

- Tauriel

ACOTAR:

- Azriel

- Cassian

- Rhysand

- Nesta

- Lucien

- Amren

Spider-man:

- Andrew Garfield's Spider-man

- Tobey Maguire's Spider-man

- Tom Holland's Spider-man

- Tasm! Gwen Stacy

- Harry Osborne

- Cindy Moon

MARVEL:

- Loki Laufeyson

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Yelena

- Shuri

- Doctor Strange

-Druig

-Makkari

- ( quite a few more, feel free to ask)

Twilight

-Carlisle Cullen

-Jasper Hale

-Rosalie Hale

-Alice Cullen

-Paul Lahote

-Jared Cameron

-Garrett(Lee Pace)

Teen Wolf:

-Isaac Lahey

-Derek Hale

-Young Peter Hale

-Stiles Stilinski

The Last Kingdom:

-Sihtric

-Finan

-Osferth

DCU:

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Damian Wayne( Platonic only)

-Smallville! Clark Kent

-Smallville! Lex Luthor

Stranger Things:

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

- I would be willing to write platonic/found family fics including the gang, such as Max, Lucas, etc. Nothing other than that as they are children.

Bill Skarsgård Characters:

-Roman Godfrey(Hemlock Grove)

- Marquis Vincent de Gramont(John Wick)

#hotd #hotd x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #the sandman #the sandman x reader #marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #lotr #lotr x reader #acotar #acotar x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #twilight x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader #dc comics #dc x reader #smallville #stranger things x reader #roman godfrey x reader