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Friends? - Theodore Nott

Warnings: English is not my first language,sorry for any spelling mistakes. Underage drinking,bit of angst, Cormac Mclaggen

Pairing:Theo Nott x fem!reader

Summary: You and Theo have this situationship, where you like each other,but don't know how to say it,so you stay as "friends".

a/n: this is my first imagine,I didn't like it that much,but I hope you guys like it<3

It's not a secret for anyone that you and Theo have something going on between you too, everybody know that you guys like eachother,but when will you two finally realize that your feelings are equivalent?

You were in the Slytherin's common room,there was a party going on, Slytherin won a  quidditch game against Gryffindor. Theo was by your side,one hand in your thigh and the other on your waist. Now you're talking with Pansy.

"Did you see Potter's face? It was hilarious" "I know right? Draco really did a good job today" you said as you feel Theo tightening his grip on you.

"Only Draco did a good job,love?" You feel Theo whispering on your ear,"You know you did a good job too, Theo! I'm proud of you" you whispered back and then pansy said"I will get a drink now,bye lovebirds "

Theo starts kissing you at the same time as Pansy go away "I missed you,cara mia" " I missed you too Theo,but you can't just keep doing things like that in public,y'know? We're not a couple,and acting like that will make people think that we're dating"

"And what is the problem in that?" "The problem is that we aren't dating Theo! We're nothing more than friends and you have to put that in your mind" Theo's face gets serious and then he says " Alright then,if you don't want me to do it in public,I won't do it,but I think we should stop this, y'know "

"What do you mean stop this?" "We should stop kissing  and etc,y'know,that's not really a thing that 'friends' are supposed to do" "Alright,if that's what you want. I'm going to crab a drink"

[...]

2 weeks passed since you and Theo had that argument,and still you two haven't talked with each other,even your friends thinks this is bullshit and that you two are being stubborn,but you two don't seen to care. You try to show you don't care,but you've been distant of your friend group recently,and at this point,you think everyone in the group already knows what happened between you and Theo, after telling Pansy about,you knew all the group would know about it too.

This days you even avoided eating with them in the lunch, actually, you've been avoiding going to the great hall.

Now you're in potion class,you're sitting with Cedric,your best friend,even if he's a hufflepuff, you've been friends since forever.

"I think you two like each other,but don't admit it,and keep saying 'oh we're friends,and nothing more' and all this shit,but deep inside,you guys know you're made for each other. You haven't been smiling that much,since you two had that argument and in my opinion,you should talk to each other"

"I know Ced,I like him,but we're just friends and I bet he doesn't even think of me that way"

"You're a dummy for thinking like this"

[...]

More weeks passed by,and you still haven't talked with Theo. You're always looking at each other from across the room,but none of you would say a word.

Today it was having another party,but this one was with the all the Hogwarts's houses.

You were with Cedric,but you got thirsty "Ced,I'm going to grab a drink,okay?" "Okay,I'll be here" "Don't worry,you can go to Cho" "Alright,if you need anything,I'll come as fast as I can"

You went to the kitchen,got your drink and when you were going back to where the party was going on, someone stopped you. "Hello there, beautiful" Cormac smiled at you "Uhm.. hi Cormac,do you need something?" "Just thought that maybe we could hang out some time,love" he says as he get closer "I don't want to, Cormac" "Come on beautiful,you know you want me too" he put his hands on your waist "Get off of me, Cormac " "Oh,come on lov-"

"She said to get off of her" "Come on,mate! You haven't even talked in weeks,so don't bother us"

Theo punched him and said "get out of here before I kill you, idiot"

You and Theo watch as Cormac get out of the kitchen "are you okay?" "Yeah,uhm... I think I'm fine,thank you for helping me" you smile at Theo "Anytime... I missed you "

"I missed you too Theo"

"Your smile is beautiful"

You chuckle "Thank you"

"Listen,I love you,okay? There isn't a time at the day that I don't think about you,you're beautiful,not only your the way you look,but your personality too, you're funny,gentle and very sweet to other, which don't match with Slytherin 'mean personality',and that shows that we don't necessarily need to be mean,and I love the way you smile,I love your hair,and I love your eyes,I love everything in you. And say that we're just friends,but I'm catching across the room,always. You're always in my mind,and I don't know if you feel the same way,you probably don't,but I don't see myself without you"

"Theo,I love you too,so so much,I didn't tell you sooner because I thought you didn't feel the same way I did,and I didn't want to finish what we had,because for me,it was better to stay like that,than lose you forever"

"Your not going to lose me,your the most precious thing I have in my life and I will not let you go"

Theo kisses you while pulling you by your waist,he grabs your thighs put you on the counter,while the kiss get more heated as he pulls you closer. You put one hand in his neck and the other under his shirt.

"Wow,looks like you finally spoke to each other again,huh?" Pansy said chuckling

december 1 - snow. 1,397 words. @jegulus-microfic.

it's devil james december. what more do i have to say?

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James tilts his face to the sky and smiles at the first fresh flake of snow when it lands on the tip of his nose. He sticks out his tongue, eager to catch more pieces. It’s been a long time since he felt the winter sun on his face.

“Excuse me.”

Oh.

Right.

“Hello, love,” he says, looking over his shoulder at the man who’s summoned him. He’s of average height and slim build, with wild black curls and skin pale as the snow blanketing the ground. His eyes are gray, but not dull. “What’s your name?”

“Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

James cocks a brow. “I’m being polite. Isn’t that what you’re meant to ask when you meet someone for the first time?”

“You’re not a…a someone.”

His voice is pleasing, James will give him that. “I’m not? I’ve got two legs. Two arms. All ten fingers and toes. What’s different about me and you?”

“Well, you’re…you’re…” The man waves his hand at James in a vague gesture. He seems at a loss for words, a bit nervous, and yet…

“You’re not afraid of me.”

It isn’t a question, but the man still replies, “No, I’m not.”

“Interesting. Most are.” James purses his lips. “Not sure why. I’m ordinary, all things considered. I like liquor. Museums. Exploring. Not fond of the theater, though. That I could do without.”

A scoff. “You’re irritating. Are you even going to ask why I summoned you?”

“I know your name, love. You think I don’t know why I’m here?” James stretches his arms up, bending left, then right. He kicks his shoe at the ground and wrinkles his nose at the five-pointed star holding him in place. “You can get rid of this, you know. I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Well, then our arrangement isn’t going to work out. Is it, Regulus?”

The man stiffens, his eyes round as saucers. “I don’t have to trust you. I trapped you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, love. You summoned me. No one traps me.” James stuffs his hands in his pockets, and the ground splinters under his feet. He takes a full step towards Regulus—and out of the trap. “See? Summoned, not trapped.”

“Then what’s—”

“The point? Fuck if I know.”

Regulus’ jaw works back and forth, his irritation palpable. “If you know why I summoned you, will you do it?”

James cocks his head, frowning. “I don’t really see the point. I mean, you want me to save your brother from sickness, but the exchange requires offering up your soul when you die.”

“Yes.”

“Hell is not a trip to the countryside.” James regards the man before him with shrewd eyes. He’s beautiful in a way that makes James want to keep him. Put him in a jar, set him on a shelf, and watch him flit against glass walls like a butterfly.

Regulus lifts his chin, defiant. “I know what it is.”

“I can promise you—you don’t.”

“I can’t—” His voice cracks, and it makes James flinch. “Sirius can’t die. If he’s not… I can’t manage that house without him.”

James looks up to the sky again, closing his eyes. Snowflakes stick to his lashes. “Humans are such emotional creatures. You’d give up an eternity for your brother? Just like that?”

“You don’t understand.”

“That’s fair. I don’t. Seems a waste of a good soul, if I’m honest.”

Regulus is silent for a beat. “I’m not a good soul.”

“Wrong again, love. Your soul is beautiful. Bright and full of life. Untarnished by the world. Considering your history, it’s a surprise even to me. Most would have a blackened, awful thing in their chest by now.”

“You can see it?”

“This is what I do, love. You called, I came. We’ll make a deal, and when you die, I’ll come again.” James levels him with a pointed look. “I’m not in the business of collecting rot. I like pretty things.”

Regulus swallows. “Why?”

“More fun to ruin, I suppose.” He laughs when Regulus takes a step away; he’s nervous now. James grins. “Like a sculptor with a piece of clay. I’ll be your Michelangelo, and you can be my David.”

“What are you on about?”

James’ smile fades. “What’s the year?”

“Fourteen ninety-three.”

“Oh. Oops. David doesn’t exist yet. Ah, well. Act surprised when it’s unveiled in the Palazzo della Signoria.”

Regulus gives him a strange look. “You’re odd. I definitely expected someone more…”

“Menacing? Cruel? Demonic? We’re not a monolith, you know.”

“Yes, but I didn’t summon a demon. I know for a fact the spell I used was to summon—”

“The devil?” James claps his hands together; it’s too loud in the quiet clearing, and Regulus flinches. “You did, you did. I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re too pretty. But, we’re still not a monolith. I, for one, enjoy a good banter every now and then. A bit of fun.”

Regulus pulls his coat tighter around him. It’s worn in places, like it isn’t his finest piece but is too special to give away. “Just tell me if you’ll do the deal. If not, I’ll call for someone else.”

“And who, pray tell, would you call?”

“There are more of you, surely.”

“Not of me. Definitely not of me.” James extends his hand, palm up. When Regulus only stares at it, he waggles his fingers. “Come, love. I can’t heal your brother until you seal the deal.”

Regulus frowns. “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing too dramatic. A kiss will suffice.”

“A kiss?”

“Did you think we would shake hands? That I’d make you sign your name in blood? The first is boring. The second is messy. I’m simple. You’re pretty.” James makes a come hither gesture. “You’re offering up your soul, love. Kissing the devil is not your worst sin anymore.”

Regulus swallows. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?”

James grins with all of his teeth. “Don’t you?”

He knows, of course. Who Regulus is and why he’s here and what this means. James has watched him for years, every since he spotted a head of black curls in a market some ages ago.

Truthfully, Regulus did the summoning wrong. He should’ve gotten a low-level demon who would ask for blood on a garrish contract. James doesn’t collect souls; he doesn’t need to. People do that for him.

But this? This was a chance he couldn’t pass up.

Regulus’ skin is cold against his when their palms slide together. He lets James tug him forward, doesn’t fight when an arm wraps around his waist. James knows it’s his first kiss. He’ll make it proper. Polite.

“There’s no going back, you know,” James tells him, reaching to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. “Once it’s done, you’re mine. That’s how this works.”

“I know.” Regulus’ expression is resolute. It doesn’t falter when James’ thumb brushes over his cheekbone. “Just do it.”

James’ finger curls in the concave of his chin, tilting his face upward. His eyes flutter shut, long black lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. When James kisses him, it’s soft, gentle. He can feel Regulus’ soul, and it’s this that James places in a jar. Keeps for himself.

What he doesn’t expect is Regulus’ reaction—his arms encircle James’ neck, tugging him down. It deepens their kiss, and for a moment, James lets himself enjoy it. He might not be human, but he can still enjoy the things humans do. Including this.

Eventually, he pulls away. “Your brother will make a miraculous and unexpected recovery in a day or two.”

Regulus holds his gaze. “And I won’t see you again until I die?”

“If that’s what you want. No particular reason for me to be here otherwise.”

“And if I…” Regulus’ eyes flit away, not willing to meet James’. His frown deepens. “And if I want to see you again?”

James’ brows shoot clear to his hairline. “No one wants to see the devil a second time.”

“You’re right. That was… Excuse me.” Regulus steps back and out of James’ arms. He’s blushing red as a cherry. “My apologies. I think my head got away from me.”

Before James can answer him, Regulus turns on his heel and marches down the lane. He doesn’t look back at James as he goes.

But this is how it begins.

Lonely regulus hiding in his books for escapism and making himself sad :)

Did i listen to this song too much and make myself a lil sad… no comment

Like an old married couple

“happy birthday,” lily said, sitting down next to him. “this is not exactly how you would have liked to spend your birthday, is it?”

“it’s not.” sirius didn’t know if he had voiced his thoughts — maybe he had, or hadn’t.

“you don’t have to be alone,” james told him, and his voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, almost as if at the end of a tunnel. “you’re not alone.”

he is, thought, and the cell is cold.