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daltonsluvr · 4 months

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IN THE COMPANY OF THE STARS

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

summary: amongst the peaceful covering of the astronomy tower, you find an unlikely comfort in the presence of none other than theodore nott. (1.2k wc)

authors note: first little drabble to bring me back out of my writers slump - and who better than boyfriend no.1 to do so??

"Is this seat taken?" You turned around at the voice, to see none other than Theodore Nott standing behind you, his hands in his pockets, indicating at the space next to you.

Technically, the seat he wanted wasn't a seat at all. It's a part of the Astronomy Tower floor, of which you were sitting on, your feet dangling over the edge. You had a book in your lap, which had been left long forgotten as you looked ahead of you at the stars which danced upon the night sky. It really was the prettiest place in all of Hogwarts.

Slowly, you shook your head, and he nodded in response, taking a seat beside you. It's strange, you thought to yourself, watching him closely as he too dangled his legs out in front of him. The two of you knew each other from classes and such, yet had only interacted a couple of times, usually to ask for a quill or something along those lines.

You realised then just how weird you must have looked, watching him so intensely, and so you forced your attention back to the landscape around you, focusing on the trees ahead.

A few beats. 1, 2-

"You come here often?" he broke the silence first, turning to look at you. You hadn’t noticed until that moment just how startlingly beautiful his eyes were - dead, but with a softness behind them. It was entrancing, to say the least.

"Yeah," you answered, meeting his eyes. "The stars don't ask too many questions, so they're pretty great company when I need some peace." You hadn't meant for the comment to be funny, yet you watched as a chuckle escaped his lips: a beautiful sound, really.

"Didn't think you'd ever be a quiet person," he half-laughed, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Anyone could hear your voice from a mile off."

"Even the loudest of us need some quiet, sometimes," you responded, shrugging your shoulders, and swinging your feet slightly. "This must be a regular spot for you then, huh, given your notorious 'Mr Silent' status?"

The statement was true - this was the most you had ever heard the boy spoke, to anyone. It was his turn to now shrug, before leaning back on his hands. "You could say that."

You assumed the conversation had reached its natural end, and so you took the book you had on your lap and opened it to the page you'd bookmarked, and began reading.

"Romeo and Juliet?" A voice from next to you read, and you turned once more to see Theodore now reading the cover of the book, raising a brow in your direction. "You read muggle literature?"

"Shakespeare is one of the greats, I'd be stupid not to," you answered. Upon seeing the look on his face, you continued, "Don't tell me you've never read Shakespeare."

He shook his head, and you laughed, endearingly. "You are seriously missing out, Nott. Muggle or not, he's amazing. A real genius."

"Well, talk to me, then," Theodore looked down at you, his eyes piercing through your own. "Tell me about this guy and his books."

"They're plays, really," you started, almost unsure as to whether or not to continue. But he looked at you, almost daring you to continue, and so you did.

It was unusual for you to find someone so interested in talking to you, especially about something as niche as the works of William Shakespeare, but then again, Theodore Nott really wasn't like anyone you'd ever met before.

"-this book was one of the first my mother gave to me, and so its always been my favourite," you finished eventually, your voice growing slightly hoarse from talking so much. "Sorry for talking your ear off."

"No worries," he said in return, sending a small smile your way. "The b-play, certainly sounds interesting."

Looking between him and the book, you reached out to him, book still in your grasp. "Here, take it. To borrow."

He looked at you, almost questioning you with his eyes. "Why?"

"Everyone needs to read Shakespeare at least once in their lives, and I'm guessing none of your friends own any of his works, right?" He shook his head once again, and you shook your own in mock exasperation. "Honestly."

You coaxed him once again until he took the book from your hands, and you watched as he felt the cover of it. "It's a bit battered, because it's the one my mother got me when I was younger. And I have written inside it, so you may want to ignore that as well."

You got up, book officially out of your hands, and you dusted off your robes. Finally ready to go, you made to leave, until he called out your name. You turned around to look back at him.

"Thank you." was all he said, a smile lighting up his features with genuity.

"No problem, Theodore-"

"Theo."

"Theo. No worries, Theo," it was your turn to smile as you turned to leave, leaving the Slytherin boy alone.

— —— — — —

"A boy left this for you." A small first year girl approached you no more than a week later, a box in their arms, which they had outstretched towards you. You were sat by the window in your common room, Transfiguration homework in your lap as you worked through the questions McGonagall had set you.

"Did the boy leave a name?" you questioned, looking cynically at the box in front of you, which you had taken from the girl.

"No, he said you'd know who he is." The girl gave you a small fleeting smile, before skipping off, presumably to go and sit with her friends.

The box was noticeably small, and could be carrying nothing more than a couple of things, you thought to yourself, as you carefully opened it.

As soon as you saw the contents of it, though, a smile spread across your face, and you had no doubts of who the box was from. You had never pegged Theodore Nott to be one for dramatics, so you couldn't understand why he had decided to return your book in a box, but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment.

You picked up the battered copy, the pages just as beautifully crumpled as before, and you found yourself smiling again. A note lay underneath the book, and you picked it up to read what it said.

The play was great - you clearly have good taste. Shakespeare truly is one of the greats. Astronomy tower at 8? — T.N.

Delicately folding the note and putting it in your robe pocket, you took back the copy of Romeo & Juliet in your hands, and began to flip through the pages.

His chicken scratch handwriting tattooed the pages - not overlapping the actual text or your writing, but still written as nearly as he could in numerous corners of the book.

You laughed as you read through a few of them, most of which were his sardonic comments about Romeo's idiocy, and in turn Juliet's naivety.

Eventually closing the book, you set it aside, and smiled to yourself. You weren't exactly sure how you'd found a friend in Theodore Nott, but you were certainly glad that you had.

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daltonsluvr · 9 months

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THREE TIMES , ONE MOMENT

pairing : jj maybank x female reader

warnings : underage drinking , swearing basically just a lot of fluff .

summary : three times where everyone can see how much you and jj like each other , and the moment where you finally confess .

note : this fic is set both before & during the events of season 1 , it’ll make slightly more sense when you read on . there are some plot inconsistencies , but let’s just ignore them for the purpose of this imagine .

ONE. BEACH DAY

To say you loved the ocean was an understatement. It seemed often that you spent more time in the sea than on land, whether it be surfing, swimming or simply paddling in the shallow depths of the water. As a pogue, you’d grown up near the beach, wading into the cool water often as a child, longing to feel the waves against the ankles. And you were no different even now, years later.

All of the pogues knew of your love for the ocean, though perhaps none more than JJ Maybank. It was where you first met, after all, both of you surfing amongst the waves, unaware you were about to meet the person you’d call one of your best friends.

You were all by the ocean for a weekly beach day - a tradition which you had founded, naturally. Kiara was helping you make a rather elaborate looking sandcastle, while the boys were running out of the sea, hair dripping wet & holding their surfboards.

You looked down to focus on your sandcastle, but the feel of water dripping on your head made you look up, only to see a certain blonde smiling down on you.

“Come to the water with me?” JJ grinned at you, offering you a hand to help you get up.

Nodding, you accepted his hand, and he pulled you up. Hands still interlocked, you both ran to the water together, laughing as he tugged you along towards it.

The feel of the waves crashing over your feet relieved any stresses you had almost immediately, as did the feel of JJ’s hand still gripping yours. The two of you ran out further into the ocean, laughing with every step you took.

You eventually waded out far enough where the water just reached your waist. The sight mesmerised you: the waves gently washing over each other, the sun setting in the distance. It was all so beautiful.

And it just so happened that JJ thought the exact same thing, only about you. He had liked you for quite a while, though unlike his true JJ nature, he was scared to tell you. Perhaps he was scared of what you’d say in response, or maybe he just didn’t know how to express his emotions properly. Either why, he hadn’t told you about his feelings for you yet.

Though you were the only one who seemed to not notice. All of the other pogues - Kie, Pope & even the otherwise oblivious John B - knew of JJ’s liking for you, and they were ever so sure that you reciprocated his feelings.

“Just look at them!” Kie awed from her place on the towel, watching the two of you in the ocean as you splashed each other and tumbled into each other’s arms. “Aren’t they cute?”

“Has JJ really not told her yet?” Pope said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to see the two of you better.

“Put it this way. JJ’s not scared of shit, but he’s scared of telling her, and that says something.” John B shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle which he’d brought with him to the beach.

“Whatever, he’ll tell her soon, I’m telling you,” Kie shrugged her shoulders casually, still looking on at the two of you, rather like a proud mother. “I’d be willing to bet on it.”

“Wanna bet, then?” said John B with a smirk, extending his hand for Kiara to shake. “I say he won’t confess for a year, you say he will. Winner gets $20.”

“You’re on.” smiled Kiara, taking his hand as all three of the pogues looked back at the sea at you both, just in time to notice the grins playing on your faces as you ran back to land, your arms tightly around JJ’s neck as he carried you, the two of you looking as happy as could be.

TWO. CLEAN UP

“Stay still, it’ll sting more if you move.” you said quietly, holding a wet rag to the side of JJ’s head, which had a cut along it. Presumably from his father, though you knew better than to talk to him about his dad. You were sitting on the couch arm while JJ sat on the cushioned part, the two of you sitting close together while you helped clean his wound.

“It hurts like shit,” JJ whinged, though you paid him no attention. You both knew that the only way he’d recover is if you continued cleaning up the cut before it got infected, no matter how small it could be considered to be.

“It’ll take a minute longer, and then it’s done,” you hummed, removing the cloth to examine the cut closer. You reached for a bandage to put on the cut, and you watched as JJ winced as it was put on. “There, finished.”

JJ stood up to take a look at the cut in the mirror, only to see it bandaged up. He smiled at his reflection, before turning to you. “Thanks, really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not really,” you shot him a smile back, getting up to put the rag away. “I just helped-”

You were cut off by a JJ shaped figure wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up, your feet leaving the floor.

“JJ!” you said, grinning as he twirled you around humorously, the pair of you laughing as the room became dizzier around you, and as your cheeks flushed pink ( both from the adrenaline and being in each other’s arms ), you realised just how much you liked JJ, genuinely.

And it seemed someone else was realising as well. Sarah Cameron was sat outside, shades perched on the top of her head, watching through the window with the rest of the pogues at the two of you, the grins on your face visible even through the distorted view.

“So are they-?” she asked, looking at the people around her. It was her first time meeting the pogues, and though they didn’t exactly meet eye to eye, they had at least one thing in common: they were all far too invested in the story that was yours and JJ’s love lives.

“Not yet,” Pope said, joining her to look at you both. “But we think pretty soon they will be.”

“They aren’t?” Sarah raised her eyebrows, turning to look at the pogues, who all nodded exasperatedly. She turned back, shaking her head. “Dear lord, you pogues are clearly as oblivious as you look.”

THREE. MIDSUMMERS

The only reason you were all dressed up that evening was because Kiara insisted that you had to come, or she would not attend. And so her parents ( rather unwillingly ) allowed their daughter to let her best friend come with her to the highly anticipated Midsummer’s Ball.

Kie had let you borrow one of her gowns, because you owned only one dress, and your cat had ripped the hem of it. It was light green and looked almost identical to her own, but you wore a simple green headband with yours as opposed to a flower crown.

You knew that JJ and Pope would also be at the ball, in a secret mission that the rest of you pogues had crafted out. Which is why you kept a look at the door no matter who you were talking to, perhaps hoping that you would see him walk through at any moment.

Kiara had left you alone to go and talk to her parents, and so you were by yourself, stuck on the outskirts of the dance floor with no one to talk to. You didn’t mind too much; you certainly didn’t want to talk to any fascist kooks, anyway.

“How the fuck are you here?” you heard a voice from behind you, and you turned around to see Rafe Cameron, kook royalty, standing beside you, drink in hand as he looked sceptically at you. “You’re no kook.”

“Guest of the Carreras,” you shrugged nonchalantly, turning you attention away from and back to the dance floor, not bothered to see his reaction.

“Yeah, well where’s your boyfriend at? You know, the one you’re never seen without?”

“Who- JJ?” you turned back around to look at him. Rafe was smirking: he’d clearly said it to get a reaction out of you. You mentally kicked yourself for letting him get to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, it’s you who made that assumption, not me,” Rafe raised his hands up in surrender, and winked at you, before walking away. You simply rolled your eyes. It was just Rafe being Rafe, right?

No more than ten minutes later, you spotted JJ with Rafe and his cronies. So that’s why Rafe had made that comment. Go figure.

You saw JJ run out, and you watched as he looked at you, indicating for you to join him. You looked at Kie, who nodded at you, before the two of you ran out after them. Kiara ran to Pope and you ran to JJ, his arms lifting you up as you reached him, laughing along with you.

“You look beau- nice. Really nice,” JJ said, almost as a throwaway comment, though you took it as something more.

“Thank you,” you smiled, trying to shrug off the heat that started to climb up your cheeks. “You do as well, the waistcoat suits you.”

“Oh really? You like my waiter disguise?” And just like that anything Rafe had said before was forgotten, the two of you were back to joking together as you normally would. But when you turned around to see Rafe mouthing ‘Told you’, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right about your feelings for each other.

CONFESSIONS

The bonfire light flickered on both of your skins as the two of you sat by the fire, close together, but not touching each other just yet.

You both kept sending looks at each other: little glances that could easily be misinterpreted as friendly looks, though you both knew now it was something more. You were ever so sure.

“Why’d you keep looking at me like that?” you asked him suddenly, breaking the silence between the two of you. If you didn’t have alcohol in your system, you may never have had the courage to ask him, but you were fed up of unanswered questions.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you were being bolder than usual, more abrasive, but you had to know if it was reciprocated.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong, because I don’t,” he said. He was being annoying, you were sure of it, having known him for so long.

“Quit playing, Maybank. What’s going on between us? Are we friends or are we more?”

Silence. No response. Your worst fears true, you looked in his eyes for an answer, but you got nothing. Then, you felt the space between you close. His lips on yours, you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

It was unexpected, but a good surprise, nonetheless. His lips felt soft; warm in comparison to your rather cold ones, and it felt nice. You had kissed boys before, though those kisses never mattered. This one did, this one felt right.

When you parted, you couldn’t help but laugh with him, at both of your obliviousnesses and at the fact that your first kiss was unexpected for at least one of you.

“More. Definitely more,” he laughed again, a warmth in his voice. His arm was now wrapped around your shoulder, and the two of you huddled closer together, as if the warmth exuded from the fire wouldn’t reach the both of you unless you were together. And as you looked around you, at the beach and more importantly at him, you were happy.

And if you had thought to look further into the distance behind the two of you, you would’ve seen a rather smug looking Kiara being handed $20 by John B, who couldn’t seem to care less about losing the money.

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daltonsluvr · 4 months

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DANCING QUEEN

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: the story of how jj maybank finally got the girl - told with the help of the art of dancing (1.8k wc)

authors note: based off of the song dancing queen by ABBA, but at the same time not really. back in my jj maybank era i fear! also happy new year! :) requests are officially open for 2024 - so go request if you want me to write something particular!

JJ Maybank could still remember the first time he saw you. His first ever kegger, hosted by some kook he didn’t know the name of - but John B had a crush on this girl who would be there, and so he went along with him.

It was also at said kegger that freshly 14 year old JJ had his first try of alcohol. Sure, he’d taken secret swigs out of his dads stash, but he’d never actually taken a sip from a red solo cup. And now he had, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back.

And so there he is. Slightly tipsy from the beer, but still intact with his senses, and still as brash as ever. He’s standing a little to the side with Pope, and they’re talking about something or another - he can’t exactly recall what.

And then he saw you. He could distinctly hear a song playing in the background, though it seemed like everything disappeared as he watched you.

You were dancing in the middle of the beach, the sun hitting your hair just enough so that it shone like anything, and your dress twirling with your movements. The song was fast but you kept pace with it, your friends laughing along with you as you all swayed to the music.

He swore it was fate. Reaching out to him, telling him something along the lines of “Dude, she’s the girl of your dreams.” He knew it sounded cheesy, but 14 year old JJ was already enamoured.

“You’ve zoned out, JJ,” Pope said, noticing the change in his friends behaviour, and waving a hand in front of his face. “What on earth are you staring at?”

“That girl,” he nodded not so subtly in your direction, though you were too busy dancing to notice. “Who is she?”

The name left Popes lips, and that was it. JJ let your name roll around on his own tongue, testing out the sound of it, before stopping, and smiling.

“JJ-” Pope saw the look on his face, and knew instantly what was happening.

“You mark my words, Pope - I’ll win her over one day.”

——————

You weren’t exactly a pogue, but you weren’t a kook, either. You lived in between both sides of the island, working at your parent’s ice cream parlour to make some extra cash to use for your college funds.

It had been almost a year since JJ had first saw you, and he (coaxed by the other pogues, naturally) had decided that silently pining was no longer the way forward - he just had to talk to you.

And so, after managing to track you down - with the help of Pope and Kiara, of course - he decided to talk to you.

He recognised you as soon as he entered the shop, the bell tinkling behind him as he walked into the room. You were manning the till, your hair tied up as you portioned out the ice cream to the little boys in front of you, who practically squealed with delight as you handed it to them.

Music was playing in the background as you swayed slightly to the beat, humming along as you collected the cash from the boys and rang it up on the cash register.

Eventually, you looked up from the money to see the blonde boy in front of you, with his hair wet from the ocean and sporting a boyish grin.

“Can I help you?” you asked with a smile on your face, turning your attention to him.

“Yeah, um,” JJ started hesitantly, avoiding your eyes and instead opting to look at the flavour options behind you. “Could I have a chocolate ice cream please?”

“Yeah, course!” you went to scoop the ice cream up, but not before JJ took this as an opportunity to introduce himself.

"I'm JJ, by the way," he said, nonchalantly. "JJ Maybank."

"I know who you are, JJ," you laughed to yourself, putting down the tub to look at him once again. "You're Pope's friend."

"You know Pope?"

"Of course I do! Who do you think delivers all our dairy produce?"

"Right," he said somewhat feebly, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. "I know your name as well, by the way."

"Oh?"

"Yeah - John B mentioned something about your friend?"

"Who, Amelia?" you smirked at the comment, knowing full well of the unrequited crush that JJ's friend had on yours, although she held a totally different sexual orientation to his.

"That's the one!" In all honestly JJ had no clue what had happened to him. The confidence he had possessed prior to speaking to you had faded, and had left behind a residue of insecurity and nervousness, both of which were traits JJ was not at all familiar to.

"Here's your ice cream!" you gave him the tub back, giggling slightly when he almost dropped it. "That's $5, Maybank!"

He handed you the dollar bill, which you cashed in the register. "You should stop by more often. It'd be nice to have someone my age around."

"Really?" JJ could practically feel his heart flutter at your words, though shoved down the feeling to the best of his ability.

"Well, yeah! Usually I'm left alone with only the company of my customers, which generally consists of little kids with no manners and grown adults who are way too interested in my personal life.

He laughed, nodding as he did so. "I'll have to stop by then!"

"I'll hold you to it." you smiled at him once again, feeling your own heart beat out of its chest as he reciprocated it. "See you around?"

"You know it!" He winked in what he hoped was a confident manner before he turned on his heels, exiting the parlour with a fleeting wave behind him.

Your last words lingered in the air as he left the shop, turning the corner and smiling to himself as he ate some of his ice cream.

He knew one thing for certain - that wasn't the last time he'd visit the ice cream parlour.

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"Where on earth are you taking me, Maybank?" you laughed as you walked next to the blonde boy, who merely shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Somewhere away from all of their watching eyes," he responded, indicating at the adults at the venue.

It was now a year later, a year since you'd become wrapped up in the life of JJ Maybank and his pogue friends. Though you still had your own friend group, JJ called you an 'honorary pogue', a title which you were all too pleased to hold.

His friend group all seemed to like you as well - you had known Pope from before you knew the rest of them, so it was easier to get along with him in some ways - but John B had managed to put his previous crush on Amelia aside to become closer to you, and Kiara was just grateful to have another girl hanging out with them.

As for you and JJ, you had only gotten closer since that day in the parlour. You trusted him more than anything, and he trusted you all the same, even going as far as to telling you about the treasure hunt he and his friends were going on, and enlisting in your help.

You had managed to land a special invite to the Midsummers' event, which was where you and JJ now were. Similar to Pope, your parents were both vending for the evening, and so you weren't looking exactly glamorous, donning an apron instead of a gown.

"J-" you started, trying to ask the boy where he was going, but he grabbed your hand and pulled it along with him, releasing fits of giggles from you as you ran (as well as you could while in heels).

"Alright, here we go!" He had led you to a secluded part of the venue - away from everyone else so their chatter was inaudible, but close enough to still hear the music playing.

"Why'd you take me here, Maybank? Is this an ambush?" you joked lightly, acutely aware of the fact that he still had a hold on your hand.

"No," he laughed, the sound sweeter than anything you'd ever heard. "I came to ask you if you wanted to dance?"

"Dance?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh," you looked up at him, chewing the inside of your cheek. All of a sudden, you were quite nervous. "I don't know how to, exactly."

"Sure you do! I've seen you dance before, you're great!"

"You know that's different!"

"Well that's why I took you here! So you can dance, with me, without judgement." You raised an eyebrow at his last words, which he shook off. "Come on!"

He took the opportunity to take you in his arms, still holding your hand, with his other on your waist. You had never been close to a boy before, not like this, anyway.

In the background, you could vaguely hear the music playing a slow song, to which you and JJ swayed to the beat of.

Moments passed. You rested your head on his chest, feeling his breathing hitch every now and then as the two of you continued on, his hand tightening ever so slightly.

JJ had never felt like this before, that was for sure. But you were different to everyone else. Different in the best way possible.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, or the adrenaline rush from having you in his embrace, but he had a surge of confidence to do what he hadn't dared do before that moment.

"Hey," he said softly, prompting you to lift your head from his chest and look up at him from beneath your eyelashes. "Can-can I kiss you?"

He watched as eyes widened slightly, and as your own breathing stopped for a moment. He thought he'd blown it. He was sure of it. He was sure that that was it, you'd hate him and-

"Yes," you breathed, and that was all he needed. He removed his hand from yours and used it to caress your cheek, gently, before cupping your face and kissing you.

The moment was like magic. His lips were soft against yours, leaving you breathless. It lasted for what felt like forever, and when it did end, it left you wanting more.

JJ rested his forehead against yours, hand still cupping your face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for."

You hummed in response. "Since the day in the parlour?"

"More or less," he smiled, leaning in again. You didn't have to know how long he'd liked you for. Not yet anyway.

All he wanted to do in that moment was be around you, and for that he silently thanked fate, for bringing you to him that day.

He wasn't entirely sure that destiny was a real concept, but in this moment it definitely felt like it was.

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