RIP, My King. Thank You For Creating My Childhood And Getting Me Through Tough Times

RIP, my king. Thank you for creating my childhood and getting me through tough times

Goodbye and thank you, Mr. Toriyama...

Kenshin and Kaoru

More pansy x theo please!!!

this is for the @hprarepairnet hogwarts challenge!

pansy was bored.

draco and blaise decided not to come back to hogwarts to re-do their seventh year, daphne was distracted by her new weasley boyfriend, and millicent had been missing since the battle.

so that meant she was only left with theodore nott to be her friend.

they knew each other, sure, but they weren’t close by any means. 

he was quiet, too quiet for pansy’s taste, and to be honest, she wondered if he even knew how to be social.

but alas, she tried to get him to talk to her every night in their common room by the fire.

he would have a book in his hand, and his reading glasses would slip to the tip of his nose when he was getting too into the passage he was skimming.

she would tap her fingers impatiently on the hardwood side table and wait for him to notice her, but he never did.

until one night in october.

her tapping became so incredibly annoying to theo that he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“will you please stop that?” he snapped, “if you want my attention, just say something.”

she crossed her arms and glared at him.

“why can’t you just say something? why is it always up to everyone else to engage you in conversation?”

“maybe because i don’t like talking?” he said bluntly, “it’s not a requirement to survive.”

“i actually read somewhere in a muggle textbook on something they call psychology that human interaction is very important for a humans psyche.”

this grabbed his attention.

he slammed his book shut, took of his glasses, and set both down on the table in front of him.

“muggles don’t get to tell me what is good or not good for my psyche, and you certainly don’t get to either. since when have you been interested in muggles anyway? aren’t you as classist and pureblood as they come?”

this hit pansy hard, it hit her harder than she imagined it would.

that was her mother’s doing, not hers.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me,” she told him hotly, “don’t act like you do. i know who your father was.”

“yeah, well, parents don’t define my actions.”

she was seething. he knew. he knew her better than she thought he did. he had been watching her all these years.

“i’m not my mother’s puppet anymore.”

“that’s obvious, since you are reading muggle books.”

she took a deep breath and got up from her spot on the couch.

she could feel his eyes on her as she started to walk away.

“wait,” he said quietly, “i’m sorry.”

she turned around to see him standing by the couch. he looked awkward.

“i don’t know how to interact with people,” he explained honestly, “it’s not in my skill-set.”

“that’s what practice is all about,” pansy told him coolly, “i could help you if you like. i mean, i have nothing else better to do.”

she watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and he surprised her by nodding. 

I miss these amvs so much! We should bring back the amvs, guys. It was so fun.

They destroy me! Anyway bring back Ichiruki edits/amvs!!!

creds: @alluraspalace (me)

theodore nott was all long lines and arched brows. he had this air about him, somehing quiet and bristling, like a gust of wind growing steadily stronger. his hands were soft and his eyes haunted, and he had seen enough horrors to understand the world. those he trusted were few and far between, but if you’d gained his favor, he would follow you to the wild, he woud bury your skeletons with you. often he would disappear, but he would always come back and hold you. loving him was like trying to hold water in your palms.

pansy parkinson was all sharp edges and wolfish smiles. there was something about her, something blinding and harsh, like a too bright light. her touch was harsh and her gaze desperate, and she had been in a cage long enough to know it will never do. she did not love many, but if she wanted you in her life, she would claw into you, she would hold you close to her chest. sometimes she could hurt you, but she never meant to. loving her was like trying to kiss a lightning bolt.

they have been the center of each other’s world for years, the eye of the storm. from a luxurious childhood, to painful youth, to quiet adulthood. there had never been anyone else for either of them.