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Lorenzo Berkshire
You're a bet.
Youโve been dating Lorenzo Berkshire for three month's now. Three months of dreamy walks around the lake, half-smiles across classrooms, and lingering touches. He brings you flowersโactual flowers, not conjured ones. Ones he says remind him of you. He tucks your hair behind your ear when youโre rambling, notices small changes, and always seems to know when somethingโs wrong before you even say it.
Youโre not stupid. You know his reputation. The smooth-talking Slytherin with too many flings and hookups and not enough heart. But with youโฆ heโs different. Softer. More attentive. And for once, you let yourself believe in that difference.
Earlier today, he forgot his Potions textbook at your dorm. You said nothing, just picked it up after he left. Itโs late now, but you figure youโll drop it offโhe has class early, and maybe itโll make him skip detention.
When you step into the Slytherin common room, you donโt expect to see him. Heโs on the couch with his back to you, laughing with Theo and Mattheo. You stop before saying anything.
Then you hear him.
โCan you believe that, three months, and sheโs already completely hooked.โ
Theo and Mattheo snorts.
And then Lorenzo says itโoffhand, like itโs nothing:
โThe bet was so easy to win, it takes nothing to make her swoon. I mean Merlin, how oblivious can you be to not realise itโs all fake?โ
The words hit harder than they should.
The book slips from your hands, landing on the floor with a dull thud.
He turns. His smile falters.
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This is my first real dive into angst, and Iโm not used to it, so please be gentle I usually write happy endings, so this was new territory for me. A fluffy version is coming soon though!!
Also yes I am aware my pictures choice suck ass. I'M SORRY!
To my beloved Lorenzo girlies, theys, everyone in between please donโt come for me. Iโm fragile. MWAH
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You donโt remember walking out of the Slytherin common room. One second, you were standing there, textbook at your feet, and the next, it was like the castle swallowed you whole.
His voice sticks to you:
โThe bet was so easy to win. It takes nothing to make her swoon. I mean, Merlin, how oblivious can you be to not realize itโs all fake?โ
Itโs all fake.
You knew. Somewhere in you, you always knew. Youโd heard the stories. The warnings whispered in dorm rooms and bathroom stalls, passed like secrets between girls with wounded hearts. He was charming, sure. But calculated. Cold. Dangerous. You knew. And still, you let yourself believe that maybeโjust maybeโyou werenโt like the others.
You remember the way heโd hold you, the flowers he picked by hand. The way he never had to ask what was wrongโhe just knew. You let yourself think it was real. That he was different with you. That maybe you were different.
The next day, you make yourself vanish. Itโs easier than expected. Heโs not in your first two classes, and by lunch, youโve memorized every shortcut, every unused stairwell, every side corridor. You move through the castle like smoke, slipping just out of sight, heart hammering every time you hear his name. You donโt want to see him. Donโt want to hear him. Because you know what heโll doโheโll twist it. Reframe it. And you canโt let him. Not this time.
But of course, Lorenzo Berkshire doesnโt give up that easily.
It happens fastโhe catches you turning a corner near the library. You hear him call out in the hallway
โWait.โ
You keep walking.
โI just want to talk.โ
You stop. Not because you want to, but because your body betrays youโstill attuned to his voice like a bad habit. You turn slowly, not flinching, not folding. You want to laugh. Instead, you meet his gaze with the kind of calm that hurts. His face is as handsome as everโhair a little messier than usual, his eyes pleading in a way that wouldโve melted you a week ago.
โI donโt,โ you say. Your voice is quiet. Steady. Itโs the kind of calm that burns.
He doesnโt call after you again. Not then.
But he tries. Over and over. He waits outside classrooms, leans against doorframes like he belongs there. Heโs always nearbyโjust close enough to be felt, never close enough to be caught. You switch routes. You become a shadow of yourself just to outrun him.
It almost works.
A week later, he finds you on the Astronomy Towerโthe only place that still feels like itโs yours. You donโt look up when he arrives, though you hear the quiet shuffle of his steps. He doesnโt say your name. Doesnโt try to coax you right away. Just stands there, leaning against the archway like he doesnโt already know what heโs destroyed.
โYou win,โ you say without looking up. โGo ahead. Say whatever speech youโve been practicing in the mirror. Iโll try to act surprised.โ
Lorenzo steps forward, slow, like heโs handling something volatile.
โIt wasnโt supposed to go like that.โ
You sigh. โThere we go.โ You finally meet his eyes. โRight. You were aiming for whatโtwo weeks? Just another game? A story for you and your friends to laugh about?โ
He doesnโt answer right away. Just stares at you, jaw tight.
โIt started like that. I wonโt lie to you,โ he admits.
You let out a short, cold breath of disbelief. โThatโs a first.โ
Lorenzo swallows. His jaw tightens. And for once, he looksโฆ unsure.
โI didnโt expect you to matter. You werenโt supposed to. But thenโฆ you did. And I didnโt know how to handle that. I didnโt know how to fix it without breaking it. I know,โ he says, and for the first time, his voice cracks just slightly. โI fucked up.โ
His eyes flicker. You see it thenโthe flicker of regret, or maybe just discomfort at losing control.
โI care about you,โ he says. โI love you.โ
Itโs almost laughable. Almost.
โNo, Lorenzo. You loved being wanted. You loved being believed. You loved the power. Thatโs not love. Thatโs ego.โ
He moves closer. โIt wasnโt fake. Not all of it.โ
โThatโs supposed to make it better?โ
โNo,โ he admits. โItโs supposed to make it true.โ
You shake your head. โIf any of it had been true, you would have told me the truth. People like you donโt love, Lorenzo. You collect. You conquer. And when the thrill fades, you move on.โ
You take one last look at him. Not with longing, not with anger. This time, itโs different. This time, you see him clearly.
You were the story this timeโthe punchline to a joke you didnโt know you were in. Just another name in his black book.
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โบโโง Lorenzo is the definition of golden retriever energyโzero concept of personal space, a dangerous amount of charm. He never knocks. Ever. He just waltzes into your room like he owns the place, flops onto your bed, and starts talking. Lorenzo has zero concept of boundaries. He will steal your snacks, your phone charger, but somehow, you wonโt even be madโBut for all his chaotic energy, Lorenzo is shockingly good at reading people. If youโre upset, he notices immediatelyโhe wonโt say anything, but suddenly heโs dragging you for a movie, shoving your favorite snack into your hand, or playing music just loud enough to drown out whateverโs bothering you. He makes life louder, brighter, messierโand even though itโs annoying as hell sometimes, the apartment would feel empty without him.
Living with Lorenzo is a ย headache. But somehow, you wouldnโt trade it for anything.
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Lorenzo Berkshire
Sleepover with Roommate!Lorenzo
Living with Lorenzo is like living with a golden retriever in human formโconstantly moving, constantly talking, constantly touching things that donโt belong to him. He doesnโt knock. He doesnโt ask. Heโll burst into your room mid-conversation with himself. He steals your snacks, your charger, but somehow manages to do it all with that stupidly charming grin that makes it impossible to stay mad.
Heโs loud, dramatic, always hungry, and allergic to silence. But for all the chaos, heโs weirdly good at knowing when somethingโs wrong. He wonโt ask, wonโt pressureโbut suddenly, heโs playing your comfort movie, passing you a drink, or cracking dumb jokes until you forget why you were upset. He makes the place feel alive. Annoying, sure. Exhausting, definitely. But without him? The apartment would feel too quiet.
Itโs late when he slips into your room without warning, hoodie too big, socks mismatched. He flops onto your bed like he belongs thereโlike he hasnโt just barged in uninvited for the third time this week.
โWeโre having a sleepover,โ he says, like itโs already been decided.
You give him a look, but he ignores it, launching into some story about his day, talking with his hands, feet dangling off the edge of your mattress. Time passes. Eventually the conversation fades, both of you lying on your backs, staring at the ceiling in that comfortable kind of quiet that only exists between people who know each other too well.
After a long pause, he sighs. โOkay. I lied.โ
He turns his head toward you, serious for half a second.
โThere was a spider in my room. Huge. Like, spiritually aggressive. It had energy. I wasnโt gonna sleep in there.โ
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A/N: Hello!!
I should have posted this a while ago, it's been sitting in my drafts for a good bit, I wasn't in the mood to really post anything, life got in the way. I still hope you enjoy this alt ending! I'd say it's more of a hurt/comfort ๐
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Youโre not even sure why you came up here tonight.
Maybe you thought if you sat in the dark long enough, the ache would stop humming under your skin.
It hasnโt.
Behind you, footsteps. Quietโso soft you almost think you imagined them. You don't need to turn around to know it's him, you hear him take a breath.
You donโt turn.โDonโt.โ
He doesnโt move closer. โI justโฆ can I talk?โ
You let out a dry laugh. โYouโve done enough of that already, donโt you think?โ
Silence. ThenโโYeah. Yeah, I know.โ
A breath from him. โI didnโt mean it like that. What I said. I was being stupid.โ
You huffโsad more than bitter. โNo shit.โ
โIโฆ I didnโt think it was gonna matter. The bet. You werenโt supposed to matter.โ
You nod slowly.โCool. Thanks. That really helps. Youโre really bad at this, yโknow.โ
โI know. I know I am.โAnother shaky breath.โI justโGod, I donโt know how to say this right.โ
You glance over your shoulder. He looks like hell. Hair a mess, eyes dark, like he hasnโt slept since you droped the book and walked out.
โWhyโd you come?โ you ask.
โBecause not seeing you is worst than seeing you hate me.โ
He say it like he means it. A pause. And he speaks again.
โI miss you,โ he say, quiet. Like heโs not sure heโs allowed to. โNot just sexually. I miss you yelling at me for getting in trouble. I miss you getting mad when I steal your snacks. I miss your stupid jokes. I miss the way you ran your fingers through my hair. I miss hearing you talk about magical creatures. I miss the way your eyes look in the sun. I miss your laugh. I miss all of it.โ
Your throat tightens. You swallow, hard. โI trusted you,โ you say. โI let you in. And you made me feel stupid for it. Do you even know how much that shit hurt?โ
Heโs quiet for a second too long. โI do now.โ
You pull your sleeves over your hands.โAnd what, you think a speech fixes it?โ
He shakes his head fast. โNo. I donโt think that. I donโt think anything I say makes it better. Iโfuck, Iโve gone over this a thousand times in my head. I canโt change what I did. If I could, I would. Iโd take it all backโNot you. Never you. Just the lie. The start.โ
His voice drops. โI had to try. Even if you hate me. Even if this goes no where. I couldnโt keep pretending Iโm fine.โ
You laughโshort, breathless.โOh? So now youโre the one hurting? Poor you.โ
โI deserve that.โ His voice is quiet. โI deserve all of it. Iโve been trying to figure out how to fix thisโฆ but I canโt. And itโs killing me.โ He doesnโt give you a second to cut in. โI keep thinking about that look on your face. The moment you found out. I see it everytime I close my eyes. And Iโm so fucking sorry. You didnโt deserve that. You didnโt deserve any of it.โ
You look away. You blink hard. Your eyes are stinging. You hate that his voice still gets under your skinโStill twists something deep in your chest.
He doesnโt say anything else. Doesnโt move. Just waits.
Finally, you say, โYou broke something in me, Lorenzo.โ
He breaths in sharply. โI know.โ
โI donโt know how to un-feel it.โ you whisper.
โIโm not asking you to,โ he says, quiet. โI just needed you to know how sorry I am.โ
You fold your arms tighter around yourself. โI donโt trust you.โ
โI know.โ No hesitation. โAnd I donโt blame you.โ
โItโs gonna take a while,โ you say. โIf I even can forgive you. I donโt know if I can.โ
โIโll wait,โ he says, without missing a beat. โHowever long it takes. Iโll wait. I want to make things right. I want to show you that I ment the real stuff. Not the bet. Not the lie. Just us. You and me.โ
You bite the inside of your cheek. โI donโt want more games.โ
โNo games.โ His voice is steady. โNo lies. No stupid bets. Just me. Real this time. Only if you want it.โ
You look at him.
Somehow, under the mess, heโs still the boy who made you laugh until your ribs ached. Still the boy who held your hand like it ment something. It still hurts. But itโs quieter now.
He steps forward, slow, like heโs afraid to spook you.
Then gently say, โWould you go out with me?โ
You blink. โ..What..?โ
โA real date,โ he say. Thereโs no waver in it. โNot pretend. Not a joke. Not some fucked up game. Just me asking you out because I want to. Because I care about you. Because I want to do this right.โ
You donโt answer.
So he keeps going. Calm. Not begging.โYou donโt have to say yes. You can think about it. Take your time. Iโll be here. No matter what.โ
You watch him for a long moment.
He doesnโt fidget. Doesnโt plead. He just stands there like someone who finally knows what he wantsโand is ready to own it.
โโฆIโll think about it,โ you say softly.
His mouth twitches. Just barely. โThatโs all I ask.โ
And maybe this isnโt forgiveness.
Not yet.
But itโs something.
And for nowโฆThatโs enough.
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Lorenzo Berkshire
Toxic!Lorenzo / Break up with him
Youโre not even sure if you and Lorenzo are together anymore.
You not even sure you even were, if you think about it.
He doesnโt do labelsโโWeโre just having fun, sweetheart,โ he always says, smirking, brushing your lips with his thumb like youโre some kind of game heโs winning. But he gets jealous. Controlling. He snaps when you so much as look at someone else, but when itโs him kissing some Ravenclaw girl outside the Astronomy Tower or at a party?
Itโs not cheating.
โWe were on a break,โ he spits, like youโre the crazy one for caring.
He twists things. Always.
โYou know I donโt mean it when I call you pathetic.โ โYou cry too easily.โ โIf you didnโt act like that, I wouldnโt have to say these things.โ
And the worst part?
You believe him.
Every damn time.
Because when he tells you he loves you, you hate how badly you want it to be true.
And itโs not just the wordsโhe knows what to say, what to do. When to touch your waist, when to look wounded, when to make you feel like the one who ruined everything.
Tonight is no different. Same fight, different excuse. He scoffs, rolls his eyes like youโre being dramatic again.
โMerlin, youโre always so emotional. You read into everything.โ
He talks like heโs bored. Like your pain is a minor inconvenience he canโt be bothered with.
And maybe itโs that tone.
Maybe itโs the lipstick stain that isnโt yours.
Or maybe itโs just been building for too long.
This time is one too many, and you tell him itโs over. No scene. No tears. You just say itโquiet and final.
And you mean it.
You turn to leave.
Youโre halfway out the door when he mutters, almost too low to hear:
โYouโll be back.โ
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โบBully x Awkward (Lorenzo is an ahole X nerdy/loser) โ Lorenzo Berkshire is a menace, and you? Youโre his favorite target. | [Link]
โบTransfer student from Beauxbatons โ New school, new facesโand Lorenzo Berkshire as your guide | [Link]
โบArranged Marriage | Royal AU โ You knew you were to wed him since childhood, but you never expected it to happen nowโnot like this, not tonight, not in front of hundreds of noble eyes at the Berkshire estate.. | [Link]
โบRain falls, so does he โ Your 'enemy' finds you heartbroken in the rain. | [Link]
โบBreak up โ You finally had enough of Toxic!Lorenzo and break up with him | [Link]
โบYou're a betโ You find out you're a bet | [Link]