#love potion

more love potion/spell stuff <3

Bowser isn't all that happy that Luigi has chosen to spend his time at Bowsers throne while they figure out a cure but... if Luigi keeps talking like that he may change his mind...

theodore nott x reader, smelling theo’s cologne while making the amortentia potion, swearing, ‘fuck it.’ moment, aggressive make out, enemies to lovers ish, love triangle??

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blessings and riches, tessa

theodore nott, critically acclaimed ‘bad boy’ at hogwarts. you never spoke to him unless it was a taunt about the next exam. he usually smirked and said something under his breath, rolling his eyes. the two of you weren’t academic rivals per se, but something along those lines.

you were always top of your class, studying hard every day and staying late to do extra homework, while theodore just partied every night, showing up to class drunk or not at all, yet still excelling. you were sick of it.

so there you sat in potions class, theodore’s stupid head blocking your view of professor slughorn. he explained the essentials for your next potion, the amortentia. you gathered materials with the help of pansy parkinson, who sat beside you.

the two of you tried, and tried, and tried, not getting any where. you fall back into your seat with a sigh as you scan the classroom. everyone seemed to be struggling, including theodore, which made you feel a bit better.

after several failed attempts, you seem to finally get it. relief and happiness washes over you, excited to smell your ‘soulmates’ scent. you take a whiff of the amortentia, but it isn’t what you expected. “so? what does it smell like?” pansy asked.

you take another breath of the potion, “i can’t tell, because theodore’s stupid woody cologne is stinking up the room!” you put emphasis on the last part, hoping he’d hear it. “don’t get me started, all i can smell is your dumb vanilla perfume!” he retorts, turning to face you. you give him a dirty look as he shoots an overdramatic one back, the group around you silent.

“what?” you turn to pansy. “y/n…” she says in a small voice, then you realize it.

no way.

theodore nott was what you desired most, and you were what he desired as well. you look down at your potion in embarrassment as theodore turns back around.

you don’t say another word, simply carry on with class. afterwards, you met up with pansy to walk around hogwarts before returning to your dormitories. you just explore the school a bit more, even after going here for years, then walk up to the slytherin common room.

you’re about to enter, when you hear voices overlapping and the strong smell of cigarettes. “mate, if ya’ don’t fuckin’ like ‘er, then why was she in your amortentia? what you desired most?” blaise’s voice emerged. you held up a hand to get pansy to not walk in, and continued eavesdropping.

“i told you already, malfoy fucked it up. probably a mistake” theodore says, a strong pang of doubt lacing his words. “oi nott, don’t talk about my potions abilities, i know wot the fuck i’m doing. if anything you struggled for ‘alf the class and needed my help” draco says angrily.

“even if you do like her, she’s way too fuckin’ good for you. smart, gorgeous, funny. surprised one of us doesn’t have her around our shoulder by now.” mattheo says, laughing to himself.

“che cazzo, why do i hang with you idiots.” theodore says. it sounds like he’s about to depart from the common room, and if he turned that corner, you would be caught. so you grab pansy’s arm and walk into the room with her.

“ah, y/n! lovely to see ya here. i believe our mate theo here was just about to go and see you!” mattheo exclaims, gesturing to the standing figure that is theodore nott. you scoff slightly, ignoring him and putting your book bag down on the seat nearby.

“yeah, i was.” theodore’s voice makes you snap your head the other way, looking at him in confusion. did he not know you just listened to his entire conversation? he walks up to you, towering over your frame as his voice lowers.

“astronomy tower. 8pm.” he walks off into the distance, leaving the rest of the boys, you, and pansy all confused in the common room. “y’ladies want a hit?” mattheo chuckles, handing the cigarette in our direction. you and pansy look at each other, then take mattheo up on his offer.

you grab the cigarette first, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out the window. you pass it to pansy, and it continues like this for a while.

dinner time rolls around 6:30pm, as usual. you go down for a bit, poking at the plate in front of you. theodore was no where to be seen. you hang out with pansy and blaise for a bit, cracking jokes and talking.

you excuse yourself a bit later, saying you have to study. you didn’t tell anyone what theodore said to you earlier. you make your way to astronomy tower, the clock hitting 8:10pm. punctuality wasn’t your strong suit.

you see theodore standing there, looking to the sky. he’s the only person there, his back turned. you grab a cigarette from your book bag and light it, walking closer to him. he must’ve heard the lighter click, because he spun around to look at you.

“i thought you weren’t going to show up.” his accent is thick around his words. “here i am” you declare, taking a drag from your cigarette. “what was it you wanted to talk about theodore?” you ask, theodore’s hand extending out in a silent request for the cigarette.

you pass it to him, exhaling the smoke that once was yours. “call me theo.” he inhales, looking at you dead in the eyes. a beat of silence passes as he speaks up. “i need you.” the words are like strong blades of ice down your heart as you swallow down a twang of sadness.

“you said it was a mistake. your amortentia got messed up and you didn’t actually like me.” you say. he’s lying to you, a voice taunts. he just wants another thing to play with then throw away.

“when did you hear that?” he clears his throat as you take your cigarette back. “why did you say it?” you stare into his soul. why would he say that to his friends, but mean the other?

“because mattheo has a huge fucking crush on you, i didn’t want to hurt him. he only spoke up about us and how we both like you because of the amortentia. i didn’t want to rub it in.” he tells you.

the words start to make a little more sense, especially with what mattheo said after. you look at him, an unreadable expression on his face. maybe ‘bro code’ was a thing? after a few seconds, you make up your mind.

“fuck it.”

the words are barely above a whisper as you crash your lips onto his, cigarette in between your fingers still. his hands make their ways onto your hips, your arms around his neck. the kiss deepens with that movement, his tongue exploring your mouth.

after what feels like a minute or two, your kiss is broken off by a few giggles. you both turn around, entangled in each other, to see draco and mattheo giggling at you two. you immediately push off each other. “blaise what the fuck?” theo yells at the boys. “so you did fuckin’ like ‘er” blaise’s words sound like less of a question and more of a statement.

theo presses his tongue to his cheek, “yeah, ‘f course i did” he said in a small voice. you can’t identify what mattheo’s expression is like, an unreadable and perfectly cloaked sadness.

“i-i should go” you say, tossing your cigarette to the ground and brushing past the boys. they’re all silent, at least until you’re out of earshot.

you retreat to your dorm and just think. his lips on yours, his smell exactly like the one in your amortentia…

you hear the annoying beeps of your alarm clock, and wake up from your dreams. you rub the sleep from your eyes, a recollection of last night coming in a wave. dinner, the astronomy tower, the kiss. you feel terrible about what happened with theo, how you left so abruptly for no reason.

you groan, getting out of bed to go brush your teeth. you’re almost to the bathroom, then you notice something. a box. that wasn’t there last night.

you stop on your way to the bathroom, turning and checking the box. there was a note atop the box - filled with cookies. it read,

please say you’re mine. i really need you mia cara, theo

you smile to yourself, then it hits you. how did he get into your dorm? you didn’t let him in? you were sure to lock your door last night, and the only other person that has a key is… shit.

you grab a jacket, zipping it up as you practically run out of your dorm. you make it to another dorm room, the same wood door, different number.

you bang on the door like your life depended on it, hand practically breaking. “piss off!” the voice inside calls. “open the fucking door!” you yell back. first years walk past you in a rush, but you couldn’t care. you continue banging until the door opens, a short girl appearing.

“y/n, what the fuck do you want.” she sighs, walking into the room and leaving the door open. “pansy, you let theodore nott into my room?” the words spill out of your mouth. she stops in her tracks, turning to look at you.

“uhhh maybe?” she says. “pansy!” you scoff. “oh c’mon! he bought you a box of your favourite vanilla snickerdoodle cookies! and he bought me some chocolate chip cookies, too.” she smiles.

“just- come to my dorm. there’s too many people who hang out around the corner from here.” you explain. first years usually stuck around the benches nearby. “fine” she sighs.

you show her the note theo wrote you as she shuts the door behind her. “awww!” she swoons. you sigh. it was cute, but did he have to break in? “so?” she asks. “so what?” you ask her. she looks at you like you’re stupid. “so are you his or not?” she taunts, sitting on your chair and grabbing a cookie. she passes you one, taking a chunk out of the other.

“the yule ball is in a few days. what if you go with him? maybe he’s hinting at something bigger?” she says through a mouthful of cookie. “hm, maybe” you reply. “that’s it? maybe? c’mon! at least go talk to him later, there’s no classes today, text him or something” she recommends. “i’m living vicariously through you girl” you smile at the words.

“don’t you have harry, or one of those gryffindors, thirsting off of you? go with him” you say, shrugging. she looks upset, “just go talk to him! i heard him and mattheo in the common room arguing earlier, something about-“

before she can finish, you’re out the door running to the common room. you run in the hopes that theo’s still there, note in your pocket. you make it there on a whim, running into a few people, but making it there nonetheless.

you notice the back of theo’s hair - after seeing it in potions all the time - and walk up to him. “hey” your voice emerges in the chaos. “can we talk?” he nods. the common room is filled with kids, so you walk out to hogsmeade to talk with him.

after a few minutes of silence, you speak up. “i’m sorry about what happened last night. i wasn’t thinking straight, and i just left like an idiot-“

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“did you… get my note?” he chuckles awkwardly, hoping you did. “yeah, thanks for the cookies by the way. how’d you know i loved vanilla?”

“your perfume. it’s been haunting me, if i’m gonna be honest. all i can think about.” you remember the amortentias. his cologne hasn’t exactly left your mind either, that made two of you.

“yeah, so… you made pansy break into my dorm?” you chuckle. “yes but for a good cause” he laughs as well. crisp autumn leaves crunch under your feet, making it perfect for a walk.

“i was hoping you’d show up.” he says after silence. “i wanted to ask you something, come this way” you follow him off the path, knowing hogsmeade was the other way. “wh-what about hogsmeade, isn’t it that way?” you ask.

“too many kids over there. need to ask you…” he starts, leaving anticipation as he heads in front of you. you make it to a small pit, trees traced around as he turns to you. “it’s a nicer shortcut this way.” he clarifies.

“what did you need to ask me?”

“right… y/n, could i go to the yule ball with you?”

holy shit. pansy was right, oh how she was gonna rub it in your face.

“oh my god, of course i will!” you say. he hugs you, the smell of his woody cologne filling your senses. you depart from the hug, looking him in his eyes as you peck him on the lips. he smiles down at you, eyes fixing on yours.

“mattheo’s gonna kill me” he chuckles.

tessa’s notes… can we all agree theo would smell like bleu de chanel

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⋮ ⌗ ┆❨ tamsy makes you fall in love with him.. ❩

the house was unusually quiet that morning, the only sounds coming from the rhythmic ticking of the clock mounted above the stove and the soft creak of wooden floorboards beneath tamsy's feet.

golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, stretching across the kitchen counter where every ingredient had already been laid out with almost obsessive precision.

a block of softened butter rested beside two bowls of sugar, one white and one brown, while fresh eggs, a bottle of vanilla extract, flour, baking soda, salt, and a bag of dark chocolate chips sat neatly arranged in a perfect line.

anyone walking into the kitchen would've thought he was simply in the mood to bake. there wasn't a hint of haste in his movements as he tied an apron around his waist, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up a large ceramic bowl. the butter slid inside first, followed by generous scoops of both sugars.

he worked them together with a wooden spoon until the mixture transformed into something pale, creamy, and impossibly smooth, pausing every so often to scrape the sides of the bowl with practiced patience.

Percy was standing in this weird misty spot by the beach, kicking dirt like a sulky kid, when he mumbled,

"Uh, Aphrodite? Can you, like, help me out? It's about… love stuff."

He felt so lame saying it, but he was desperate, because you have been hanging out with Luke nonstop.

Luke, with his perfect hair and that stupid scar that makes him look all cool and mysterious, Percy always saw you two laughing, sparring, or whispering about something, and it's driving him nuts.

He has been in love with you since you were kids, back when you would two sneak extra blue cookies and dodge monsters together.

But now? He feels invisible next to Luke.

The air got all glowy, and boom, there's Aphrodite, looking like she just walked out of a magazine ad for fancy perfume.

Her dress was all sparkly, her eyes twinkling like she knew every embarrassing crush Percy ever had.

"Percy Jackson," she said, smirking.

"Love troubles? Spill the tea, hero."

His face went red, knowing how absurd his request will sound, but he speaks.

"It's..." Percy says your name in tension before slowly continuing.

"She is with Luke. Always with him. Talking, laughing, acting all cozy. I love her, okay? But she doesn't even see me. I need help."

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow, like she was judging his life choices.

"You sure they're a thing? Love's tricky, Percy. Sometimes you're seeing stuff that's not there.”

The demigod kicked another clump of dirt.

"Tricky? They're practically glued together! She smiles at him like he’s the best thing ever. I want her to look at me like that. Even for a day."

She sighed, twirling her hair.

"You're asking for a love potion, aren't you? Those things are bad news, kid. They mess with people's hearts. You really want to play with her feelings like that?"

Percy shrugged, but his chest felt tight.

"I want a chance. If it's not real, it will wear off, right?"

Aphrodite gave him this look, like she was disappointed but not shocked.

"Fine," she said, snapping her fingers. A tiny glass bottle appeared, filled with pink stuff that glowed like it was alive.

"One drop in her drink, and she is all yours for months. But, Percy, listen up." Her voice got sharp.

"Forcing love isn't winning it. You might get what you want, but you could lose what matters. Think hard."

He grabbed the bottle, his hands all sweaty.

"Yeah, I will think about it," I said, but I was already thinking about your smile and lovey-dovey eyes directed to him only.

Aphrodite vanished in a puff of glitter and flowers, leaving Percy feeling like he had just made a deal with a harpy.

♆♆♆

Back at Camp Half-Blood, the dining pavilion buzzed with the usual chaos, demigods laughing, plates clattering, the scent of barbecue in the air.

Percy sat at the Poseidon table, alone as usual, his eyes fixed on you across the pavilion.

She was sitting with Luke, as usual, their heads bent close as they whispered about something.

Probably some new sword technique or a prank on the Ares cabin, percy's stomach twisted.

He glanced at the vial hidden in his pocket. Aphrodite’s warning echoed in his mind, but he pushed it aside.

You deserved to know how he felt.

Dinner ended, and the campers drifted toward the campfire.

You stood, brushing your hair back, and called out to Percy with a grin.

"Hey! You coming or what?"

His heart did a stupid flip, like it always did when she called him that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he called back, forcing a smile. Luke slung an arm around your shoulders as they walked, and Percy's smile faltered. Now or never.

At the campfire, while you were distracted laughing at something Grover said, Percy slipped a single drop of the potion into your water bottle.

His hands shook, and his gut churned with guilt, but he told himself it was just a nudge. Just a chance.

When you took a sip, nothing happened at first.

You kept talking, your laughter bright as ever. But then your eyes found Percy's across the fire, and something changed.

Your gaze softened, your smile turning shy, almost dreamy, you excused yourself from Luke and walked over, sitting beside Percy so close your shoulders brushed.

"Hey," you greeted him, your voice softer than usual.

"You okay? You've been kinda quiet tonight."

Percy's heart raced. It was working.

You were looking at him, really looking at him with those eyes.

"I'm fine,” he said, his voice hoarse. "Just glad you're here."

You blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Me too. I don’t know why, but I really wanted to sit with you tonight."

It was everything he had dreamed of.

Your warmth, your attention, your smile, all for him, but as you leaned closer, your hand touching his, a cold knot formed in his chest.

Your eyes, usually so sharp and full of fire, looked hazy, like you weren't entirely yourself.

He thought of Aphrodite's warning. Love forced is not love won.

It was too late, the potion was in your system, and your hand was in his, and you were smiling at him like he was your whole world.

Percy forced a smile back, but inside, he felt like he was drowning.

"Percy," you begin "I think I have always loved you."

He wanted to believe it. He wanted to hold onto this moment forever.

Love wasn't supposed to feel like this, like a victory won by cheating.