8 (because it is my lucky number) Teddy/Victoire stories to read.
You can’t have a romance with someone you’ve seen naked in the bath more times than you can count. It’s just - what’s the point? You’ve known each other your whole lives. There’s nothing new to discover, no excitement or frissons or shivers down your spine when you catch his eye across a crowded room… Right?
This story is actually my favourite Teddy/Victoire story at the moment. I love it. It is funny and very well written. There’s no romance until now but review so the author continues.
Victoire always saw her veela blood as a curse, but when she gets dragged into a dark secret, things escalate and she suddenly finds herself with a death on her hands, she’s sure of it. Hogwarts isn’t safe, it’s a battleground. Victoire unwillingly plays the game, all the time longing for the only boy who can never be hers, not knowing he has a secret of his own.
I love the way the story is written. I love Teddy very much. He is so funny and all. I don’t actually like the other characters (especially Victoire which may be a problem) but the text acknowledge Victoire is not acting very nicely so who knows what may happen?
Teddy/Victoire one-shot: Victoire Weasley was not an indecisive person, but lately one unanswerable question had started to keep her up at night. Loud, or quiet?
It is a one-shot and it’s for mature people. The story, like many one-shot, does not have depth but it is easy to read. It presents another aspect of Teddy/Victoire’s relationship.
She wondered if the pain would ever go away. Teddy/Victoire, based on Carrie Underwood’s “Just A Dream.”
The story is very short and has a lot of song lyrics. It’s a one-shot. However, I still found it emotional (maybe it’s because I remember Carrie Underwood’s video which the fiction is based upon). Anyway, read the story and watch the video.
Becoming an adult only meant confusion for Victoire. She had become addicted to the things that brought her beauty, and seeing what was hidden behind the mask soon became an impossibility.
I love this story so much it kills me. It’s so different from the others and we get to see a side of Victoire that I find disturbing but I still love it. It’s a one-shot.
Teddy Lupin made many bad decisions. The worst ones always seemed to involve Victoire Weasley in some way. These are his top or bottom five.
Overload of cuteness. One-shot.
She imagines him running his hands through her hair and kissing the tears away, but he never does - LilyTeddyVictoire.
The only reason this doesn’t have 5 stars it’s because it’s heartbreaking. It’s not cute. AT. ALL. But it’s well written and it’s a good story. One-shot.
All it took was one innocent question. And then suddenly, my life was turned completely on its head, all thanks to Emily Morrigan, Victoire Weasley, and a question of love.
It is very lovely. One-shot.
I intend on pursuing this tradition of referring fiction. I was supposed to do that at the start of the blog but what can I say? I’m lazy. So there you go Anon, if you still care about it.
Teddy never liked the sound of his full name on the lips of the angry veela. Or five times Victoire screamed Teddy’s named angrily and one time not.
"Theodore Remus Lupin!" Screamed a five-year old Victoire. " Give me my doll back, now.”
"Or what?" Seven-year old Teddy made the mistake to ask.
"Or that!" The little girl exclaimed before jumping on Teddy’s right feet with all her strength.
The little boy screamed and dropped the doll he was previously holding over her head. He fell to the ground and cursed (“Bloody Merlin”, “By Dumbledore’s beard” and other things he had heard Ron said).
"It hurts Vic." He said holding back his tears. His feet was red and his big toe had double-sized.
"Well-" the little girl began with a -Teddy thought about the appropriate word for a while- devilish smile. “Next time, don’t steal my doll.”
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Teddy nearly jumped out of his skin when the pounding started. The door shook with every loud and violent thump and Teddy had to bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
“Yes?” He asked in a singsong voice. He almost laughed again. He sounded just like Freddie.
“Get your arse out here!”
“Gimme a second!”
Teddy shook the excess water off of his head and leaned over the sink. His face was now inches from the bathroom mirror, and he scrunched up his nose. He watched as his grey eyes melted into gold, and his sopping turquoise hair became shoulder length and black as night. He nodded at his reflection. That seemed good.
The incessant pounding continued.
“What about a goatee?” Teddy asked no one in particular.
The pounding was getting louder and Teddy sighed and stepped away from the mirror. He grabbed the short towel from its spot on the bathtub and secured it around his waist, taking long squeaky strides to the door.
He swung it open and steam poured out through the doorway. When it finally cleared, he could see the girl staring at him with an irate expression and that Victoire’s fist nearly collided with his face.
“Oh!” Victoire squeaked.
Her eyes blatantly traveled up and down his body, from the wet tangled dark hair on his head to the water trickling down his torso to the towel hanging loosely from his hips. Victoire bit her lip, and Teddy smiled. He leaned against the doorway, in what he hoped was a seductive pose, and prepared to tease the hell out of her.
“Can I help you?”
Teddy could see the girl take a gulp. Immediately she scowled and pushed him out of the way and stormed into the steamy bathroom. Her hand lingered on his abdomen.
“Yeah, quit hogging up the shower!”