╰┈➤ celano black (oc) x reader
❝ babe, there's something tragic about you. something so magic about you, don't you agree? ❞
FROM EDEN, in which the reader finds themselves engaged to the biggest arsehole they have had the displeasure of meeting.
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"some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby." ----- first time
YOU WERE NEVER too significant. as impolite of a notion that was, your existence had no real narrative importance from your birth to your fifth year at hogwarts; perhaps a few impressive grades, or a failed attempt at seduction or two, who could really tell? no one cared.
a harsh reality. but when was it not harsh?
but perhaps a quiet, straightforward life was to be desired; after all, you bore firsthand witness to the tumultuous love life of selene grimwhilde; she was a gentle soul, but that did very little to dissuade suitors vying to seize her hand. after all, it seemed that once the lads advanced past acne, and collector's edition broomstick figurines, their eyes were set on finding a pious, demure wife. only the purebloods, it seemed, however. halfbloods, muggleborns, and any other being (a benefit of the doubt included purely for the sake of antonio bogdan, who you were sure was a vampire) seemed to have no desire to wed, merely the desire to exercise the pent-up manifestations of a tedious puberty.
love was something that you idolized, though you had accepted the unpleasant truth that you doubted that it would find you in your lifetime. after all, fantastical, moving romances were only for those of significance in the inner workings of society. fleamont potter and euphemia braithwaite, for example. a gorgeous couple, smitten, drawing eyes even when they were a part.
the eyes had avoided you thus far; to your delight or chagrin, you were not yet certain.
that was, until a certain celano black entered your little margin on the pages of history.
after your first meeting, it was safe to say you never wanted to be within a nautical mile of him ever again. it had been your seventh and final year at hogwarts (freedom was within sight! yay!) and peak newt season, also known as hogwarts' last murder attempt on their pupils, if the owls and care of magical creatures classes didn't kill them first.
it had to be noted that you had never crossed paths with that skinny fuck before. you had access to the original, if you were to look at it that way. orion did not have any issues with you, or at least, you assumed he did not. he was clever, and although not as rambunctious as he had been during the golden era of his friendship with potter, the sobering of his mood did not reduce from the rather devilish charm that had earned him many admirers.
