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bubblegump-1-nk · 27 days

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It Hurts Me

pairing: Theodore Nott x female!reader

summary: In which you’re dating Adrian Pucey but your relationship is anything but healthy. Theo wishes you could see what’s right in front of you - songs: It Hurts Me by Elvis Presley and He Could Never Love You by Henry Morris and Playyar

Warnings: toxic and abusive relationships

- I’m sosososo sorry it has taken me so long to post. I’ve just been pretty lazy recently but I’m back(kinda)!! Also, implied Gryffindor reader but I don’t think I ever specified what house she’s in.

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Theo was sitting at the Slytherin table for dinner. His friends chatting around him as he ate his mashed potatoes.

“It was completely unfair!” Complained Enzo, explaining how the red card call against him in the most recent quidditch match was uncalled for.

“Enzo, you grabbed Rais by the neck and threw him off his broom. It was completely fair.” Says Daphne, causing Enzo to roll his eyes and focus on his plate of food.

“Look,” says Pansy, elbowing Daphne lightly to get her attention. “They’ve been fighting again.” She says.

Theo follows their gaze, and sees you entering the Great Hall. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy. Mascara running slightly beneath your eyes. Theo clenches his fists at the sight of you. He can’t believe your still with that git Adrian Pucey.

“What do you think it was about this time?” Theo asks, still looking at you as you make your way over to the Gryffindor table.

“I heard them in the hallway earlier. Something about her school uniform.” Says Draco in between bites of food.

“What?! He’s angry about her goddamn school uniform?” Theo proclaims, astonished at how idiotic your stupid boyfriend is.

“Yeah, it’s too tight or something.” Draco explains.

Theo’s about to say something else, when Adrian walks into the dining hall.

His hair is messy, and his face is stoic yet his eyes are still furious. Every time Theo sees him he wonders how a girl as sweet and perfect as you could be in a relationship with a git like him.

“How long have they been together?” Mattheo asks, more quietly this time.

“About 6 months, I think.” Says Pansy.

Theo pushes his plate away, his appetite gone from thinking too much about you with someone else.

“I’m going to bed.” He says, getting up and leaving before anyone can ask any questions.

~~~

“Y/n, I seriously don’t understand why you’re still with him.” Hermione states, as you walk back to the common room.

“It’s complicated Hermione. He’s so good to me sometimes.” You explain.

“Well you should be with someone who’s good to you all the time.” She says, as you enter the common room.

“He’s just jealous sometimes. It’s not like he’s ever laid a hand on me or anything.” You state.

“Right, but it’s only a matter of time before it gets worse.”

“Hermione, please. I understand your looking out for me but please, just stay out of it.” You say, as you walk quickly up to your dorm, leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

“Boyfriend problems again?” Ron asks.

“Like always.” Responds Hermione, plopping down on the couch.

~~~

“Hi Theo.” You say happily, as you see him in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom.

“Hi y/n, what class are you in right now?” He asks. Since classes were in session, the hallways were empty except for the two of you.

“History of Magic and I’m bored to insanity.” You say with a giggle, and Theo responds with a chuckle.

“Wanna skip?”

You give him a look, thinking of all the possibilities, but you quickly give in. How could you ever say no to Theodore Nott?

“Take me away.” You say. Theo gives a small surprised look, too quick for you to realize what it meant. In reality, he hadn’t truly expected you to say yes, considering that Adrian had forced you to block contact with just about every boy at Hogwarts. Your slight confusion slips away as Theo grabs your hand, and you giggle as he starts dragging you out of the building.

~~~

He takes you to the Black Lake, and he sets his things down by a tree as you try to catch your breath.

“Merlin, y/n, I need to take you on more runs if your panting after that.” He says jokingly.

You slap him lightly on the shoulder as you say, “No, you’re just absurdly tall! One of your steps is like 5 of mine.”

“Sorry, principessa, I guess I didn’t take that into consideration.” He says, laughing slightly at your demeanor.

“Ok, Mr. Cocky, wrap it up.” You say, smiling, as you go sit down by the tree.

Theo and you had been close friends since 2nd year, but you started to lose touch with him, (as well as practically all your guy friends) since you started dating Adrian. You missed moments like these and cherished them the little times you got them.

You began to get out your homework as Theo was walking towards the tree.

“Oh absolutely not.” He states, coming nearer.m

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You are not about to do homework right now. You might as well have stayed in class.” He states, grabbing your textbooks.

“Ok, ok, fine. Just put my books down and then I’ll do whatever you want to do.” You say, getting up for, your sitting position.

“Anything?” He says, a smirk on his lips as he sets your books down.

You playfully roll your eyes, “almost anything.” You clarify.

“Get in the lake with me.” He says.

“But it’s cold!” You protest.

He gives you a look, and as you stare into his eyes you can’t help but say yes to whatever he says.

“Well, let’s go then!” You say as you run towards the water, taking off your clothes.

Theo laughs as he runs behind you, both of your clothes sprawled out on the ground like a trail leading to the water, leaving you both in your underwear.

You get to the dock first, but before you get a moment to readjust yourself, Theo comes running behind you, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him into the water.

You let out a yelp before plunging into the frigid water.

“Merlin it’s cold.” Theo says, as you two reach the surface again.

“What did you expect idiot. It’s the middle of February.”

“What did you just call me?” Theo says jokingly, grabbing you by the waist again to take you down under.

“No, please! Have mercy!” You says, jokingly before being engulfed in cold water. Your body and Theo’s wrapped tightly together.

You realize that this is the first time in months that you’ve felt truly free. Nothing but happiness in your head, not even a hint of fear. It’s something you haven’t experienced since you’ve been dating Adrian. In this small moment where you’re deep in these black waters, you realize that Theo is the only one who has shown you that since you’ve been with Adrian.

You feel yourself getting pulled up and your head breaks through the surface again.

“Race you to the dock!” Theo calls out, swimming quickly towards the shore.

“Wait! That’s so unfair!” You call out before swimming after him.

The sounds of your laughter mix together, and quickly you forget everything that’s ever pained you - especially Adrian.

Quickly you reach the dock, Theo already climbing onto it.

“Beat you bella.” Theo says, a large smile on his face.

“Yeah, only because you cheated.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Aw c’mon, just admit that you’re too slow for me.” He chuckling.

“Over my dead body. Now help me up, Nott.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says, reaching down to give you his hand and lifting you up quickly as if you weighed no more that 5 pounds.

“It’s freezing.” You say, walking towards your bags.

“Good thing I have a sweatshirt.” Theo says, handing it to you as reach the tree.

You conduct a quick drying spell on the both of you and you two began redressing, you slip Theo’s sweatshirt over your uniform.

You two sit down, chatting and laughing. You realize how long it’s been since you’ve really talked to Theo, and how much you’ve missed it.

“That’s why.” Theo ends his story, explaining why Mattheo and him put hair dye in Draco’s shampoo. You laugh heavily at the story.

Theo opens his mouth to add something else before he’s quickly cut off by another voice. You feel your body tense up as you recognize it.

“Well what the fuck do we have here?” Adrian calls out as he walks over to you.

You quickly look between Theo and Adrian, your voice leaving you for a second.

“Hi baby. We were just-“

“Drop it y/n. I don’t give a fuck what you were doing. What I want to know is why you’re hanging out with this brown haired bloke.”

After this comment, Theo quickly gets up, standing to his full 6’3 height.

“Theo stop.” You whisper, grabbing his arm and getting up.

“Don’t fucking touch him y/n. I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him.” Adrian says, his temper rising.

“I-“ Theo begins, but you cut him off.

“You’re right A, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You say, making yourself small and holding your head down.

“What? No-“ Theo starts again, before Adrian cuts him off.

“Let’s get out of here. Now!” He says, as he takes your hand and drags you away, leaving Theo speechless.

~~~

“I can’t take it anymore.” Theo says, back in the Slytherin common room. He had stood outside in shock for about 10 minutes before heading inside. He had always known Adrian was a shitty boyfriend, but he had never really seen you two interact. He had told the story to his friends and now they were all sitting around the fire pit discussing.

“I never realized it was that serious.” Said Enzo, looking severely concerned.

“I just don’t understand why she’s still with him. He doesn’t love her. He never has and he never fucking will. He’s a goddamn psycho.” Theo says, rage seeping out of him.

“It’s horrible.” Pansy says.

“It hurts me to see him treat her the way that he does. And the worst part is that I know he’ll never let her go, cause that’s just the kind of git that he is. I just wished she could see that he’s never going to change.” Theo says, full of anger and despair.

“And everyone knows. I mean the whole school is saying how dim witted she is to keep believing his lies.” Daphne says.

“I just wish she could pay attention to the ones who would treat her right.” Theo says, before getting up, saying a quick goodnight, and heading to bed. Although, he didn’t sleep all night, how could he? Knowing that you were still with Adrian and he could probably never have you.

~~~

“Can you hurry up? I want to get there before the good stuff runs out.” Calls out Mattheo, trying to gather the group to get to the Ravenclaw party on time.

“Merlin, we’re coming.” Says Pansy, annoyed at Mattheo’s whining.

Theo, Pansy, and Daphne make their way down to the rest of the group, and they start heading to the party soon after.

~~~

“You’re disgusting mate.” Theo says, as Mattheo downs a concoction given to him by Draco.

“I’m not weak, that’s what.” Mattheo says, causing Theo to chuckle at his stupidity.

Suddenly, he sees you walk into the Ravenclaw common room. You look beautiful in a black babydoll dress and your hair loosely curled. He stares at you in awe as you make your way around the party….. behind your stupid boyfriend.

“I’ll be right back.” Theo says to his friends, walking away before they can question him.

He maneuvers around the people quickly, reaching you in a matter of seconds. He taps you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around and stare up at him.

“Hey.” You squeak out, your eyes switching from looking at his to darting around the room quickly.

Theo’s about to say something before he notices something strange about your face. Your lip has a cut on the upper lip, and hidden away by quickly applied concealer your right eye appears to be an arrange of blues, greens, purples, and yellows.

Theo stares in shock, hoping he’s just being dramatic.

“What’re you-“ Adrian starts, noticing that you weren’t behind him anymore before he quickly sees the pair of you.

“Goddamn it, do you have no one else to bother, Nott?” Adrian says, going to reach for your arm.

Theo quickly decides he’s not going to let him take you away this time.

“You do that to her face?” Theo asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

Adrian laughs, as he looks to you. “Got to show her her place, y’know?” Adrian says chuckling.

Suddenly, you see Theo’s eyes darken, darken to a point you’ve never seen them get to before. The cup in his hand is crushed by his clenching fists, and his tongue is poking the inside of his cheek as he lets out a low chuckle. Quickly, before you can register what’s happening, Theo sends a punch directly into Adrian’s nose.

“What the fuck?” Adrian says, cupping his nose quickly before blood seeps all over the floor.

Before even Adrian can register what happened, Theo lands another punch, and another, and another.

Soon, Theo’s on top of Adrian, punching him ruthlessly.

Adrian is attempting to fight back but Theo’s too quick and Adrian is slowly losing consciousness. A ring has formed around the pair of them, some people attempting to break them before, 1) realizing it’s no use because Theo has absolutely no intention of stopping any time soon, or 2) the Slytherin boys stop them from grabbing Theo, because they’re enjoying the show. And on top of that, too many people are too scared of Theo to even try to intervene.

You stand back, shock stopping you from doing anything.

“Ok that’s enough.” Draco says, seeing Adrian on the ground in and out of consciousness, bruised and bloody.

“Help me you gits.” Draco calls out to the rest of the Slytherin boys.

They get Theo off of Adrian after a few seconds, and Adrian’s friends quickly pull him off of the ground and take him away.

“You touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking liver out next time, Pucey.” Theo calls out, shaking off his friends who are holding him back.

You continue to stand in your original position, mouth slightly agape as you look at Theo. No one’s ever really protected you like that.

“Theo.” You say as you walk up to him slowly.

Theo just stares at you, a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there seconds ago causes your knees to become shaky.

“I- thank you.” You say, before hugging him.

Theo quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You begin to lightly cry into his chest, repeating your thanks over and over.

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to thank me.” Theo says, pulling you away so he can see your face, his large hands wiping away your tears.

“I just, I was so scared, all the time.” You explain.

Theo’s heart melts, and he carefully decides his next few words.

“You won’t ever have to be scared with me. If you’ll let me.” He says tenderly.

You smile, not believing that the Theodore Nott is asking you to be his.

“How could I not let you love me?” You say, before kissing him sweetly.

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #jealousyfic #theodore nott #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #adrian pucey #toxic relationship #toxicity

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witchthewriter · 10 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I know NOTHING about the movie or it’s plot, other than I want to marry Margot and her portrayal of Barbie is bringing so much nostalgia

Warnings: nothing, because in ... Barbie world there’s no hatred, no homophobia, no gender norms etc. It’s perfect...

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ENFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Taurus Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・First and foremost Barbie is a very independent woman

・She doesn’t need a partner, which makes your relationship all the more special

・She’s chosen you because she genuinely loves you, rather than doing it because ... she has to

・And it was a big shock to many when they found out that Barbie had chosen a woman to be her partner

・But she wouldn’t hear anything against it: she loved you and that was the end of it

・Your relationship seems pretty perfect. Because it is.

・Life with her is perfect

・All the annoyances of normal daily life don’t occur during life with her

・Even if you don’t live in Barblie World, she still has this magical energy that brightens everywhere she goes

・She isn’t someone who has many flaws; physically, mentally or emotionally

・Maybe she does act before thinking though, and that can cause a bit of trouble

・And she’s very specific with both her outfits and yours

・Her wardrobe is endless

・A lot of pastels, as well as endless pinks

・She always makes sure your hair and nails are done (you usually have something matching with your nails...and outfits...)

・Always gives you compliments throughout the day; “god you look radiant honey!” “you’re glowing!” “I can’t believe we’re in love!”

・Being around the other Barbie’s and always having light-hearted conversations (dark thoughts don’t bother you here)

・There are mermaids in the ocean, fairies in the trees, princesses in castles and magic around every corner

・Her nicknames for you are “honey,” “sweetheart,” “my love,” and “bunny.”

・Barbie’s love language is ... all of them. She loves ‘buying’ you gifts (there is no money currency), she loves spending time with you; exploring, dancing, adventuring.

・She always wants to hold your hand or have your arm linked in hers. Her words of affirmation are almost constant. With acts of service, she likes to clean and redecorate for you (even if you don’t need her to).

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overthinking This x Not Thinking At All

Acts Then Thinks x Thinks Before They Act

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Forever In Their Honeymoon Stage

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

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northlt · 1 year

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Look don't get me wrong, i love Regulus in fics finally being allowed to be feminine.

But just for once, i want James to be fem as well. Give me James painting his nails red and gold for the quidditch match, give me James in skirts and James not bothered by toxic masculinity, punching homophobes while wearing a dress

#I JUST HATE THE WHOLE THE SHORT GAY ONE IS FEM AND THE TALLER ONE IS THE MASC ONE #Its almost like the authors are just coding the short one as the girl and the taller one as the guy in a gay relationship #it just feels like sexualisation of mlm ships yk??#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #marauders era #jegulus #hogwarts #starchaser #james x regulus #dead gay wizards #sirius kinnie #zeppazariel #the marauders #remus lupin #crimson rivers #wolfstar

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akaisenhatake · 1 year

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we used to be a happy family

[spoiler below]

why did you ruin it for us

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #hogwarts legacy fanart #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #anne sallow #hogwarts legacy anne #solomon sallow #hogwarts legacy solomon #my art #i love making angst #my one true bestie literally #hear me out but solomon definitely took good care of the twins and tried his best as a guardian eventhough hes not that good with kids #and sometimes especially teens they dont see a parent's tough love as caring for them #sebastian says hes barely there for them could be solomon's tough love for them #reminds me of my relationship with my dad tbh #hes distant towards us and dont seem like he gave two fucks but he still loves us #not everyones approach of showing they care are passive #there probably was a lot of reason why he seemed distant towards the twins as they grew older esp sebastian #but i shit you not if solomon didnt care he wouldnt run all the way to find sebastian and stop him from fiddling with dark magic #okay im done rambling say what you want i still believe solomon isnt a bad person

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ominis · 1 year

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I find it interesting that after people’s interaction with Ominis outside of the Undercroft where he gets upset with them, people label him as a “privileged Slytherin” akin to Draco Malfoy, but that really can only be taken from his comment about using his family’s ties to the headmaster against the MC. Beyond that, Ominis and all the Gaunts are far from privileged.

By this point in the HP universe, the Gaunts are incredibly poor and they are very isolated from a lot of the wizarding world because of their aversion to anything Muggle (a view which Ominis states clearly that he disagrees with and isn’t proud to be related to people who have those views.) In the Half-Blood Prince, Dumbledore literally says the Gaunts lived in poverty due to previous generations having little sensibility when it came to indulgences and that was the case for a while before Ominis was born. All Gaunts lived in a run down shack that was a poor excuse for a home.

I think Ominis’s connection to the headmaster really just comes from them all coming from pure-blooded families, so they’re related in some way. The Gaunts aren’t very well-respected for a number of reasons. It’s only their history and their blood status that they really have to stand on (two things that Ominis rejects), not the current state of their family. His threat to use that only came from fear because of his perfectly understandable trust issues and the fact that one of his family’s secrets he wished to keep hidden had been exposed to a stranger without his knowledge.

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #some of the hate i've seen toward ominis label him as privileged and i had to get my thoughts out bc that is factually incorrect #i like draco let's be clear he's a great character #i just feel like people aren't looking at all past the surface when they compare ominis and draco #beyond them being pure-blooded slytherins they don't really have a lot of similarities at all #but anyway i have a lot more thoughts about ominis's current relationship with his family that i will get to later #headcanon

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jehcee · 1 month

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Wolfstar dating:

Remus calls it a casual relationship.

Sirius is worried how his mother might spoil their wedding and if Reggie would approve or not.

#they are so real #wolfstar #hogwarts #mauraders incorrect quotes #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #gay wedding #gay relationship #mauraders #inspired by my current relationship

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solarisburns · 2 months

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Dorcas knew something was wrong when Evan showed up at her door one night. At the start of the war, right before she graduated all three of her-the boys took the dark mark. She wanted, desperately, for there to be more to the story, but if there was they never told her. So when she found out she was furious told them all she never wanted to speak to them ever again, and the only time they would see her face is from behind bars or in a shallow grave. They respected that and before she knew it, its been over a year and she missed them like she misses a limb. but she does not regret her decision.

So when one night evan shows up alone, dorcas knows something is wrong. she nearly curses him outright when he asks to come in but he offers his wand to her and doesn't even flinch when she rips it out of his hand. idly she considers snapping it. Evan didn't look good, he was more wirey than before the war and he looked depressed. his eyes were red.

he came into her apartment and looked around in curiosity, right he had never seen her apartment they had stopped speaking a week before she moved in. he sat on her couch and she pretended not to be hurt about how right it felt to have him here. then he spoke, "We wanted to tell you, I swear we did but he told us that if you knew and someone found out you would be a target. You and marlene and your family. We tried Dorcas we tried so fucking hard but were losing and we don't know what to do and you, your the most powerful witch we know and Reg-" he rambled frantically and when he tried to say Regulus' name his voice broke and Dorcas was filled with this horrible sense of dread. She knew why Evan was here but she didn't want to believe it. She needed to hear it out loud but merlin she didn't want to.

"Evan, what are you doing here."

"Regulus is dead."

"Oh."

And the worst part is, Dorcas knew, they all knew that Regulus would not make it through this war. One way or another, no matter what side, this always ended with Regulus dead. She feels a stab of resentment for the dead boy.

"Were spies, we um have been for years. Regulus stole something from Voldemort, he uh he died to get it. He told us if he didn't make it back to bring it to you, that you would have the power to destroy it. It's with Pandora at the moment, we try to keep it moving so theres less of a chance it can be tracked, but we wanted to tell you now. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, I know you never wanted to see me again but Pandora is telling Sirius and Barty the Potters." Evan was crying, and he was desperately trying to hide it. Then Dorcas realized she was crying to. They sat there and cried and cried, it could have been for hours the two of them cried.

She clears her throat and looks at the clock, "Marlene will be home soon, you should leave. And uh tell Pandora she, alone, can bring whatever it is over tomorrow afternoon." Dorcas wants to forgive them but she can't, not yet. And Regulus is dead, it doesn't feel real except for the way it's all too real.

Evan nods, "of course, whatever you need." he holds his hand for his wand and turns towards the door when he gets it, but hesitates. "I know I have no right to ask this, but Cas, can I have a hug?"

She's up before he finishes his sentence and pulling him into a hug "Sure Ev." she whispers into his ear as she rocks them, their the same height now, she used to have an inch on him. he huffs what might be a laugh. and before she knows it their letting go and he's almost out the door.

"See ya around Meadowes?"

"See you around Rosier."

And then he's gone and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that he was never here at all. That somewhere in the world the three boys are out there getting drunk and ruining peoples lives and growing up without her. The boys are spies and lied to her for years and Regulus is dead. She sinks down the closed door and sobs.

(She never does see Evan around, he died two months later)

#if it wasn't obvious the He evan mentions is dumbles #she and pandora do fix their relationship #she and barty are to far gone and by the time they are willing to try marlene is dead all dorcas think about is revenge #part of the reason regulus told them to go to dorcas was in hope they would take of eachother cus he wasn't there to help them anymore #what happens when pandora tells sirius is already posted #barty is telling the potters becuz reg dated them during the school years and barty has always had a strange friendship with james #pandora told sirius because reg asked her to. he never said why. (he wanted his sister to be the one to tell his brother)#marauders #marauders era #dorcas meadowes #hogwarts #james potter #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #pandora rosier #lily evans #sirius black #first wizarding war #fuck dumbledore

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girl-named-matty · 2 months

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Ominis: Which movie are you and MC going to see tonight? Sebastian: Oh, I always go to whichever movie MC wants. Ominis: Which one do they want to see? Sebastian: I haven't decided yet.

#hogwarts legacy #hl #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #mc #*When both people in the relationship are indecisive*

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trulydevious · 10 months

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Headcannon that even though they are both rich beyond comprehension, but James is the type of boyfriend to buy literally anything for Regulus.

They’re at Honeydukes and he mentions he’s been craving a certain candy? James has already bought five.

He stares a little too long at a snake ring on display at a Jewelry store? By dinner its on his hand.

He’s just that type of person. (The perfect one)

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #honeydukes #hogwarts #starseeker #sunchaser #jegulus #relationship

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pinkxlicious · 1 year

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Loveless P.1

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline

Warnings: Angst, cursing, toxic relationship

Words: 1959

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It's been three years since you've divorced your husband. Four years since the wedding. Eight years since you first met him. You met Tom during your years at Hogwarts. The two of you were polar opposites, maybe that's why the two of you didn't work out. You were a bright and mostly optimistic Hufflepuff while Tom was a cruel pessimistic Slytherin. But you taught him how to love, sort of. He was incapable to love, but you taught him how to care and that was enough for you. Until his "care" for you turned into obsession, he didn't love you, he was only possessive of you. But you were young and didn't know it then, you're still young now but you've gone through more than anyone could've imagined.

The start of it all was during a potions class when Tom was required to tutor you. You struggled greatly in potions and you were at the edge of failing. Although Tom was reluctant, cold, and monotone with you, overtime you grew on him. The two of you were great friends, you were the only one in the world who had ever seen Tom smile and laugh. Then one night under the stars, after a year of friendship, after a year of slowly breaking through his walls, you kissed him under the moonlight. Of course you felt fireworks and butterflies, but Tom felt nothing but a pair of lips on his. He didn't pull away though, he liked it physically, but not emotionally. The only emotions that submerged from him after that night was possession and obsession. He wanted you to himself but he didn't love you, he never loved you. He was obsessed with your heart but he didn't love it. There was simply no cure for his cruelness, it was something he was born with. He couldn't feel compassion, empathy, anything at all. But you were delusional, you thought you had changed him. You changed him slightly, he became slightly more empathetic and he became better at expressing his feelings. He could pretend he cared, he was so good at mimicking emotions, just to please you.

So after your years at Hogwarts, despite your friends warnings about him, you married him. You married him at the ripe age of 18. You were truly the definition of young and dumb, but who could blame you? He was beautiful, he had a sharp chiseled jawline paired with a dark set of siren eyes. His hair was silky and his Adam's apple bobbed whenever he swallowed. a detail you noticed the first day you met him. But his voice was what you fell for. The sound of hell sounded so similar to wedding bells and the gates of heaven. His voice drew you in, as he spat straight lies about how he loved you so much. At night he would whisper how you made him feel, how much he adored you and the love you gave him. Maybe he really did try to love you, but what he felt was nothing but obsession and the need to keep you forever. But obsession wears off after a while, and that's what happened.

During the year of marriage, you had morphed into someone completely different. It was like you were lost within your body. The only thing on your mind was pleasing your husband, trying to get him to love you, when he never did. You ran around the house for hours on end, cleaning everything you could until the place was spotless. But when Tom came home he just hung his hat on the coat hanger and place alovelesskiss on your forehead and remain mute for the rest of the night. You would tell him about your day, how you took a walk in the garden, and how you went to the bakers and bought him a cake for his promotion party at the ministry. But he barely blinked at your stories. Now that he had you completely wrapped around his finger, he felt bored. You were no longer 15 and giggling at other boys, you were his and only his. He didn't have to chase you anymore, and he didn't have to mimic his love for you anymore. Because no matter what, you would always stick to him like glue and feed off of his validation.

You had completely withered away, you lost all your friends since Tom basically kept them away from you. Your kind and bubbly personality had disappeared into an almost robotic like state. You stopped going on walks in the garden, you had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. It had gotten to the point where people around the small town would ask Tom if you were even alive. You would stay curled up on the sofa thinking about way you could be a better wife, and wonder why Tom no longer loves and pays attention to you anymore. It took exactly one year for the angry, unloved teenager you to emerge to snap you out of your state. Because your 15 year old self would never let this slide. But you were so smitten at the time that even she was long gone and hidden away under a flood of young love and lust. But she was slowly emerging and coming to her senses. It was December 31st, Tom had come home at 11:00pm, five hours later than when he usually came home. And something snapped inside of you.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly but firmly.

"I was at the bar with Abraxas Malfoy," Tom said monotonously, his dark eyes followed until they landed on you. Still beautiful as ever, even when you had completely lost yourself.

"No you weren't. I know you weren't with him because his shop is open until 12:00am for New years. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." You felt a spark ignite in you, you didn't feel sadness. You felt anger, you knew that you were a trophy wife, you had done everything you could. It was his fault. All the pieces were coming together. "Who were you with? Were you with Ms Lestrange? Your secretary? Or maybe the gardener? Do not test me, Tom. You do not want to know what I'm about to fucking do to you."

"You wouldn't do anything to me, love, you know you love me too much," Tom smirked slightly and came up to you to kiss your forehead, but you swatted him away.

"You know you haven't kissed me in five months, right?" You felt your eyes burn and water, your voice had a slight vibrato. "Five. Months. I thought it was probably because you were always so busy at work and you just forgot. But you are never at work, Abraxas told me that you've been skipping shifts the other day. Care to explain that?"

"Darling what are you implying..." Tom asked carefully, putting on his act of care and cautiousness, but this time you saw right through his facade. You were no longer going to put up with his shit.

"I thought you loved me but you have been acting this entire time. Because you enjoy the feeling of someone wrapped around your finger. All you want is control. YOU CANNOT LOVE. I wish I could've seen that sooner. I gave up everything for you! Did you know I gave up a FUCKING scholarship to America to live with you?!" You said loudly, not yet yelling but loud to get your point across. You had always been a soft spoken person, so this shocked Tom slightly. He was taken aback.

"Now dear, calm down. I'm sorry I lied, I was with a friend we were coming up with new plans for the ministry," Tom reasoned, but you were two steps ahead of him.

"Shut up, actually shut the fuck up. You are NOT going to lie in my fucking face like that. I know where you were. You were with Lestrange, weren't you. I always suspected something but I loved you too much so I pushed it under the rug. But Abraxas told me he saw the two of you together, going to the motel. Don't play with me, I will rock your shit," You warned quietly, keeping eye contact.

"Fine, you caught me," Tom said, all empathy dropping from his voice. His nostrils flared slightly in rage. " But you know why? You are such a people pleaser, how can you expect me to NOT get bored. You are so easy, I got bored. At least Lestrange knew how to keep things interesting."

You were flabbergasted by his words, his words cut through your heart clean. You swallowed the thump in your throat and looked him dead in the eye.

"I was loving you, I loved you so much. I spent all my time on you, I spent everything on you so you could be happy. I wanted to be happy with you, that's why I'm always trying to make things right. But you have done absolutely NOTHING for our relationship. And I wish I've realized sooner, but I never fixed you. You will always be cruel, you have always been cruel. No one can fix you because you are unfixable."

"You are absolutely delusional!" Tom laughed, hard. "OF COURSE I never loved you, I told you that I couldn't love. I TOLD YOU but you thought you could fix me. So I let you, I got a lot in return, not sure about you though."

You pushed him back and ran to the bedroom with tears whelming your eyes. How could you let this happen to yourself? You wished you weren't so stupid and fell for his tricks. You should've known better, you were a tough person, but somehow he had cracked you. You grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed your clothes into them. What made you break was the fact that Tom didn't even call for you. He watched you from the hallway, packing your bags. He knew deep down that he would miss your presence, but he couldn't love. So he didn't care.

You walked out of the room and came close to Tom who hadn't even blinked.

"We're getting a divorce. I'll be staying else where but you'll be expecting papers within the week. I hope you enjoy your life screwing poor women." You seethed, and the stomped on his foot with your heel.

Tom grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you in close, you almost fell. "Don't think you can get away with that." He breathed, though it was lowkey hot you slapped him hard.

"Don't fucking touch me. I'll be back to fuck up your life. I hate you," You said angrily as your tears involuntarily began to fall down your face. Tom wiped your tears almost lovingly.

"Oh darling you cant hate me. You've fallen too deep, I'm sure you'll be back some day,"

"Oh you wish, I'd rather die. For all know you're going to be running back for me because all the other women will leave you. They will all realize you're just a sick fraud with no feelings," Your heart broke a little more as the feeling sank in. You were really leaving him, you were scared but it had to be done. "I have a feeling you're going to do something fucking evil to me Tom, but don't you dare try it because I will win this time."

"If you think you can win over me? We both know that I have you wrapped around my finger and you will always come running back to me. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows, so I don't expect you to be gone for more than an hour."

"You're full of shit, I'm never coming back."

#tomriddle #harrypotter #hogwarts #y/n #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryfindor #angst #toxic relationship #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #divorce #xreader #oneshot #part1

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tealighttalks · 6 months

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they have always circled each other like starving animals yearning for another meal. waiting for the other to flinch, to falter before they pounce. harry and tom are two sides of the same coin, saturated with poison.

the thing about hate is that its just as sickening and saccharine as love and no man can hold himself back forever. so they circle until their chance to tear each other apart.

they wait to ruin themselves.

#harry potter #tom riddle #aesthetic #poem writing #hogwarts aesthetic #hogwarts #poetry #tomarry #harrymort #make it romantic or not their relationship is too fascinating not to investigate deeper #theyre so similar and obsessive

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hufflautia · 4 months

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Mine

This is part 2 of my mini-series Betrayal. Read Part 1: Cheater

Summary: Slytherin is willing to do anything to get Hufflepuff back...anything.

After the breakup, life wasn’t the same for Slytherin. Hufflepuff had been his sunshine. Without her, a cloud of gray drifted over him wherever he went, her absence a reminder of what he had done.

They hardly talked anymore after the breakup. When they crossed paths in the corridors, Hufflepuff didn’t glance in his direction, but he could tell she was just as heartbroken as he was.

Regret and guilt consumed him. Barely focused on his Transfiguration notes, he pushed the assignment aside and leaned back on the headboard of his bed, reminiscing about all the good times they had. He thought about the warmth of her cheek that pressed against his chest while they cuddled, her gentle touch as she absentmindedly traced the scar on his chin, her cheeky laugh in his ear as they danced beneath the stars.

Slytherin needed to get her back. He just didn’t know how.

Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too good either. She wanted answers, trying to make sense of why Slytherin did what he did—and more importantly, why he had kept it from her in the first place. She came to the conclusion that even if she had all the answers in the world, it wouldn’t change what happened.

She ended the relationship soon after the confrontation. There were pictures of them making silly faces that decorated her nightstand. His sweatshirts were draped over the edge of her trunk. Unable to look at anything that reminded her of him, she discarded the painful memories of their love. Her room felt empty afterwards, as if an important puzzle piece was missing.

Falling in love with Slytherin was like entering a house and realizing she was finally home. He comforted her when she lost her parents a few years ago. With him gone, it felt like she was losing everyone all over again.

Holed up in her dormitory, Hufflepuff felt worse than usual; today was supposed to be their one-year anniversary.

Someone covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

Even though she couldn’t see the person, she immediately knew who it was.

Hufflepuff gently pried the hands away and turned to face Slytherin. Her heart swelling at the sight of him, she stood up and greeted him with a hug. “What are these for,” she asked, noting the yellow blossoms in his hand.

“For our anniversary, sunshine. Did you think I’d forget it was my turn?”

They took turns planning their anniversary. Last month, Hufflepuff had snuck into the kitchens in the middle of the night to bake a cake for him. She got in trouble when the house-elves found her asleep on the counter the next morning. It was all worth it in the end when she finally presented the dessert to him after detention. A wide grin spread on his face as he tried not to laugh at the fact that she spent more time with Filch instead of him on their special day.

She sheepishly looked away. “During breakfast, you didn’t say a word about our anniversary.”

“That was all a ruse,” he explained, intertwining his fingers through hers. “I wanted you to think I didn’t remember so that you’d be surprised when I show you the elaborate date I’ve planned.”

She leaned into his outstretched arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

Slytherin stroked her hair.

“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. My acting skills were really on-point this morning.”

Hufflepuff suppressed a laugh. The smile tugging at Slytherin’s lips broke into a playful grin, and he offered his hand. “Shall we? I’d rather not spend our anniversary in the library.”

“Anywhere with you is perfect,” she beamed.

Slytherin clicked his tongue.

“That’s sweet and all, but let’s seriously get out of here. I hate libraries.”

Exhaling a laugh, she took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. He brought her to the place where they first met: a secluded area that overlooked the Black Lake.

Hufflepuff, who was blindfolded, clutched his arm tightly as they walked. He untied the cloth.

The picnic had taken half of the day to prepare, but it was all worth it when he saw Hufflepuff’s face. Her cautious grin had exploded into a radiant smile, and before Slytherin could say anything else, she jumped into his embrace.

“I love you so so so much,” Hufflepuff said, accenting each word with a kiss to his lips. “These were the best ten months of my life.”

Slytherin smiled warmly.

“It’s not over yet, sunshine. There will be many more months to come.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more.

Hufflepuff’s vision blurred, and she wiped her cheeks. If only she could forget everything that happened. If only she could forget him.

Hufflepuff was walking across the courtyard when someone called out to her. She turned to see Gryffindor. He gestured for her to sit on the cobblestone steps beside him.

Dropping her bag on the floor, Hufflepuff sat down with a small smile. It’d be nice to sit in some company other than her pet owl. Her mind all over the place, she only paid half attention to their small talk. It wasn’t until Gryffindor put his hand on her shoulder that she met his eyes.

“How are you feeling about…” He trailed off.

“It’s just not the same,” she shook her head. “I’m trying to get by, but I feel like it’ll be forever before I’m okay again.”

Gryffindor nodded, his brows furrowed. Hufflepuff watched him rummage for something in his bag. He pulled out a book with a blank cover.

“Can I read an excerpt that I think you’d like?”

With her nod, he began.

“Healing will grow you. Healing will iron out the creases of your ache. Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart. Healing will melt you back into softness. Healing will let the hurt bathe you. Healing will make you stronger.”

He looked up from the pages. “And the first step of healing is to let go of the past.”

The past. It jolted her whenever she thought back to that moment.

“Hufflepuff!”

She smiled when she realized it was Gryffindor.

“Hey Gryff!” He was out of breath and staring at her as if her pet owl died. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something,” he murmured, grabbing her arm. He brought her to a quiet corridor and, with an anxious inhale, told her what happened in the library. His frown deepened when she laughed.

“You must have mistaken him for someone else,” she said. “Slytherin would never do that.”

Even when Gryffindor swore on his grandpa’s grave that he was telling the truth, Hufflepuff didn’t believe him. He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his temple. He straightened.

“Come with me.”

She followed after him easily. After all, there wouldn’t be any proof to show since Slytherin didn’t do anything.

“Where are we going?” They had been walking through a dark corridor and she was getting antsy.

Gryffindor stopped in front of a door with a strange engraved symbol. He pulled out his wand.

“Alohamora!”

The door clicked open and he beckoned Hufflepuff to go inside. She stepped in, and her eyes widened.

“Gryffindor,” she exclaimed. “We’re not supposed to be in Slughorn’s office—”

“This’ll be quick.” He started to scour through the clutter of items on the table.

As Hufflepuff waited, something caught her eye in the corner and she approached it.

It was a shallow basin made with stone. Precious stones and strange symbols decorated the sides. It was filled with a silver substance, wisps of smoke slithering into the air.

“You found it.”

Hufflepuff jumped as Gryffindor moved to her side. She gulped and looked back in the pot.

“Is that?– ...”

“The Pensieve,” he answered softly.

Her stomach twisted. She heard about it in class once, and her professor’s words echoed in her head. “The Pensieve is a magical object used to review memories.”

Hufflepuff closed her eyes and took deep breaths. There was no way Slytherin cheated. No, not her Slytherin.

When she opened them, he had already drawn a glowing strand from his temple and was dropping the memory into the basin. She stared as the shimmering particles stirred.

Gryffindor stood with her, the heaviness of the situation weighing on him. Having known both Slytherin and Hufflepuff for so long, he himself felt complete shock at what his friend had done. He couldn’t imagine how this would affect Hufflepuff. Even though he felt like a terrible friend for bringing her here, he would be an even worse one if he hid this.

“We can leave if you want,” Gryffindor said. “We can forget this ever happened.”

She met his gaze, her eyebrows drawn together.

“But you’re gonna spend the rest of your life wishing you knew the truth.”

Hufflepuff knew he was right. She wished he was wrong. With a shaky inhale, she entered the Pensieve.

Her chest was wrought with pain as she remembered what it was like to see Slytherin with Ravenclaw. The image of their locked lips squirmed its way in again, and she angrily expelled it from her mind.

Slytherin was her whole world at a point. But she was starting to realize that she didn’t need him. He could run to Ravenclaw for the rest of his half-finished handjob for all she cared.

“You’re right,” she said. “I need to let go.”

Gryffindor squeezed her hand. “I’m always here for you if you need anything.”

She smiled back and nodded. Slytherin wasn’t in her life anymore, but she still had a strong support system, and that was never gonna change.

Gryffindor gathered his notes into a pile and stuffed them into his bag, silently scolding himself for not studying for his Potions exam earlier. He was gonna have to stay up tonight to prepare.

He started for the exit and froze. Shit.

Slytherin stood by the door, his arms crossed.

“Surprised to see me?”

“Not really. I figured I’d run into you at some point.”

“At some point,” Slytherin repeated. “You mean after you betrayed me?”

He eyed the wand in his former friend’s hand. “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Dude, I don’t know what—”

“You fucking told her,” Slytherin exploded, his eyes blazing.

“You’re the one who cheated,” Gryffindor scoffed. “You’re a bigger idiot than I took you for if you thought I was gonna stay quiet. She doesn’t deserve that.”

His lips curled into a wry smile. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What in the blazes are you going on about?”

“I saw you two in the courtyard today,” he hissed. “You were holding hands. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you’re trying to steal her away from me–”

“Hufflepuff isn’t an object,” Gryffindor glared. “She is her own person, she belongs to no one.”

Slytherin lets out a dry laugh. “Merlin’s beard…how could I not see it before? You have feelings for her…in fact, you probably planned all of this from the beginning! How convenient that you were in the library at that exact time–”

“Christ, Slytherin, give it a rest! You’re coming up with all these conspiracy theories to make up for the fact that Hufflepuff is never going to forgive you.”

The words hung in the air, and Slytherin fell silent. The thought of living in a world in which Hufflepuff wasn’t with him was too much to bear. He tightened his hold around the wand and shook his head.

“You’re wrong.”

He turned and set off into the dark corridors. He was going to make things right.

Hufflepuff dangled her legs over the ledge of the observatory. The stars winked at her as she gazed into the distance, thinking about what Gryffindor had said.

Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart.

She knew she would be okay at some point, and a day would drift by in which thoughts of Slytherin would not plague her. But she was impatient. She just wanted to forget him. She wanted to stop hurting.

“I thought you’d be here.”

Hufflepuff gasped and spun around. Her face dropped.

“Leave.”

Slytherin stepped in front of her, his arms raised.

“Wait, please, I need to talk to you–”

“You don’t get to say anything to me,” she said coldly.

“But I love you,” he cried, clasping their hands together. “And you love me.”

Her eyes glistened as she stared at him ruefully.

“And look where that love has brought us.”

“Please,” he whispered. “Just give me another chance.”

“I trusted you, and you hurt me.”

“You can still trust me–”

“Then tell me this,” Hufflepuff yanked her hands away. “When were you going to tell me what happened?”

When he didn’t respond, she huffed wryly. “Or should I say if you were even gonna tell me.”

Her shoulder shoved against his as she started for the door.

“Remember how I was by your side after your parents died?” His words glued her to the floor. “Who will you go to if you leave me?”

Slytherin turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. His head jerked to the side as a resounding slap rings across the room.

“How dare you mention them,” she hissed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I would rather be alone than be with you.”

“You can’t mean that,” his voice was low, wrought with heartbreak. “Please, Hufflepuff, I love you.”

Hufflepuff gazed at him through a curtain of tears. Red tinged his skin, and she squashed the instinct to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheek.

“I loved you.”

Anguish gripped him as she turned away. A gut feeling clawed into his stomach, and it told him this would be the last time she would ever willingly talk to him.

Slytherin couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t.

Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth.

The whole walk back to his dormitory, Slytherin kept his head down. The day went by in a blur; he had no idea how he got through Potions, but his distraction didn’t go by unnoticed. By the end of the class, he lost his house 20 points for not paying attention. But he didn’t care.

Had he made a mistake last night?

A pair of worn shoes stood in front of his path. His thoughts flitted away when he saw who it was.

“Get lost, Evras.”

Gryffindor grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a nearby classroom. “I know what you did,” he snarled, slamming the door shut.

Slytherin shoved his hand away. “Get your hands off me unless you want to go swimming with the selkies tonight.”

“I thought you were a piece of shit before, but I never thought you’d do something like this…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve done nothing wrong. Besides,” Slytherin smirked, “it’s not like you have any evidence.”

Gryffindor glared at him steely. “I’ll find a way to prove it. I’m gonna bring her back to…to normal.”

“Hufflepuff is fine,” he hummed, though his voice wavered. “Everything’s perfect, the way they should be.”

As he sauntered to the door, Gryffindor called after him. “You think you can get away with this?”

“I already have. I just need to take care of one more thing.”

“Which is?”

Slytherin turned around and raised his wand at him.

“You.”

Slytherin hovered over Hufflepuff’s sleeping figure, brushing a stray hair away from her face. The dark circles under her eyes were already disappearing. He smiled. She always slept best with him by her side.

It was as if everything happened in slow motion that night. The obliviation spell hit Hufflepuff, and her body tilted forward. He rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. Shame weighed heavily on him afterward, and he tossed and turned in his bed until dawn peeked through the windows.

But when she woke up yesterday from the spell and her eyes filled with love, all his pain faded away. It was almost as if the incident never happened. He definitely made the right choice. After all, they were together again.

Gryffindor was already taken care of. Besides having a small headache the next morning, his old best friend greeted him happily, but Slytherin knew now not to let him get too close to Huff again. He might have forgotten what happened too, but he still might have lingering feelings for his girlfriend.

His thoughts were interrupted by a small mewl. Hufflepuff wiggled in his grasp, and she scrunched her nose at the sun melting across her skin. The light surrounded her like a halo, and Slytherin kissed the tip of her nose.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

She smiled drowsily and wrapped her arms around his torso. “What time is it,” she croaked into his shirt.

“Way past your usual 9 a.m. alarm, but I thought I’d let you rest.”

Hufflepuff yawned and stretched her arms. Her knuckle brushed against the naked wall, and she blinked a couple of times. “What happened to all the pictures of us?”

Slytherin glanced up, and a shadow fell across his face. “I think your roommates were just messing around, but it’s okay. We can make new memories and take other pictures, right?”

Her lips twisted. Her roommates wouldn’t touch her stuff without her permission…

Without a second of thought, he crashed his lips into hers. The kiss was filled with desperation and his hands dragged into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. She had to pull away to catch a breath.

“You’re more cuddly than usual,” she smiled, her head still woozy.

He stared at her with an empty longing. “I just missed you.”

“But I saw you yesterday,” she laughed.

Slytherin hummed and murmured, “Well, it felt like forever.”

She beamed and rested her head on his chest. “I love you.”

The words were like honey, and he smiled back. It had been so long since she uttered those words to him.

“I love you too.”

Hufflepuff curled her arms around his shoulders and leaned in, her eyelashes fluttering shut as their noses brushed together. Slytherin smiled blissfully, her lips like rose petals against his. His arm snaked around her waist as he deepened the kiss.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

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dont hate me!!!! ive been gone for too long yall but i wasn't really thinking of staying :( but i went on tumblr last night just for the heck of it and i was like damn..i wanna post something bc god BLESS those who sent some asks in, i think of u fr fr it makes me feel all warm inside hehe <3 so yea i wanted to feed my children bc yall have not had a meal in YEARS

anyways ive been working on this for a longgggg time, and my edits were always very sporadic, but i finally decided to finish it but this bitch has been gathering dust in my docs. i even had a separate doc for my authors note and i just looked it over and its funny as fuck LMAO so I'm just gonna throw in all the memes i had in there, get ready for a fucking HOOT

ok anyways enjoy!! love love love

Sometimes I think of my one-shots as AUs of the slytherpuff series, because in future one-shots, if needed, i will use the same last names (lestrange and tian). In this case, i feel like all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place because sly would’ve yeeted ravenclaw across the library lmadomafijnvsd

from cheater to mine:

these are the people who didnt want a part two lmao:

gryff at sly after obliviate:

gryffindor at sly to leave her alone ^

THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AT THE BEGINNING STAGES OF MY WRITING FOR THIS AHAH:

slytherin core:

you rn:

cut the cameras,.,, deadass

"Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth before he could stop himself, consumed with desperation."

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that is all i had written in my doc, future huffautia is back! i remember making those memes and i cackled so much. i hope u guys laughed too and enjoyed the story, pls pls pls let me know ur thoughts bc i would loveee to hear what u guys think heheheh. more dark sly fanfics??? lmk.

i am not sure when or if i will be back :( i have so much unfinished fics piled up, but not much motivation or time. this may be the last fic i post bc it was the one i was most close to finishing, but ur support does help a lot, so send in asks, comments, and dms!! love u, be well :) thank you for this journey. heart heart!!

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