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evergone · 9 months

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Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 6 months

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Draco: Can we stay with you tonight?

Y/n: Both of you? What happened?

Draco: Someone was playing with an ouija board and cursed the whole Dormitory.

Blaise: Draco wasn’t any help. He doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing salt at them yelling “does this look like a hotel to you!?”

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amongemeraldclouds · 2 months

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better than revenge

Lorenzo Berkshire x Slytherin!reader (ft. Ex!Mattheo Riddle)

Summary: Mattheo Riddle broke your heart. So of course you get revenge by fake dating Lorenzo Berkshire, his half-brother. But as with all matters of the heart, nothing is ever straightforward. Baby, let the games begin.

Chapters

✿ One: falling for me, dear?

✿ Two: practice?

✿ Three: from moonlight to sunrise

✿ Four: lights, camera, and...

✿ Five: smash!

✿ Six: twelve days of christmas

✿ Seven: blurring lines

✿ Eight: silver lining

✿ Nine: real smut warning

✿ Alt chapter: one last cigarette (coming soon)

Moodboard

✿ Enzo's version

✿ Mattheo's version

♡ Masterlist

#mattheo riddle x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #slytherin boys #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle x you #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire imagine #mattheo riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #enzo x reader #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo x you #enzo berkshire #slytherin x reader #slytherin x slytherin

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auras-moonstone · 7 months

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Can you write one about Jack or Ethan where it’s based on the song speak now by Taylor swift where the reader is gonna get married but then something dramatic happens or something like that 😭

speak now — ethan landry

word count: 2,057

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: y/n is forced to marry another man, but ethan was around when the preacher said "speak now."

author’s note: was it necessary for this to be a harry potter au? nope. but arranged marriages are common in the wizarding world so i said why not 🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N Y/L/N CAME FROM A PRESTIGIOUS FAMILY OF PURE-BLOOD WIZARDS. And like most pure bloods, her family shared traditional and archaic ideas that pushed her down the rabbit hole she was now trapped in.

It had been the cruelest of summers. She had found out that she was getting married to one of the most disgusting boys she had ever met. Enzo was a Slytherin, just like her, and was constantly strutting around the castle, with his chin held high like he was better than everyone, and constantly bullying those who weren't pure bloods—Ethan Landry being his constant punch ball. Hence why Y/N hated Enzo so much.

Ethan was Y/N's best friend. He was also a Slytherin, but unlike most of the students in there, he was a muggleborn. Their connection had been instant, and Y/N had surprised Ethan with her open mind and kind heart despite her backgrounds. She was his only friend, due to the rest of the house looking at him as if he were dust under their shoes, but he didn't care—Y/N was all he needed. He had become so accustomed to being by her side that on summers he felt empty, and spent all those months counting the days until they were back at Hogwarts.

When he found her on an empty wagon, his smile couldn't have been wider. Y/N's mood lifted up a bit, but her smile wasn't as lively as usual. Ethan noticed she was paler, she had dark bags under her eyes and her gaze had flickers of sadness.

"Hey... what's wrong, love?" Ethan wrapped her in his arms.

"I missed you, E. This summer has been hell, and it's only going to get worse." Y/N said, trying to hold back the tears, but her voice gave her away.

"What happened?" he asked worried.

"I'm getting married. My dad arranged it. I'm going to be Enzo's wife in a month."

Ethan's world stopped. His body grew still, his surroundings froze and his joy turned into ashes. The idea of her with another boy made him want to throw up, but the thought of her being forced to marry someone she didn't want? It made him furious, made him want to scream and avakedavra everyone but her.

"What happens if you say no?" Ethan managed to ask.

"They will disown me, probably kick me out of the house"

"That is not so bad, isn't it? I mean, it is bad, but worse than being married to that pig?"

"Eth... I have no one else, nowhere to go. And yeah, marry Enzo is not ideal but that doesn't mean I have to... do romantic stuff, right? I won't kiss him, or even share a room with him." she said hopeful.

"For now, Y/N/N. Now it's only marriage, but soon it'll be about expanding the bloodline, you know that."

"Yes, I know." and that's the moment she started to sob. "I have no choice, Eth."

"Live with me." he blurted, making her look at him in shock. "I'll talk to my dad. We are three siblings, but we can share a bed, or I'll take the couch and you can sleep on my bed. We'll see, but please Y/N you can't marry him."

"Eth, that's so nice but I can't accept that offer. I'll be completely cut off, so I won't be able to pay for the food or the rent, or the stuff for school. And I sure as hell won't let your dad pay for me, even if he says yes."

"But-"

Y/N cut him off "That is my final word, Eth. Please, I don't want to keep talking about it. I just want to be with you and forget about everything else. Tell me about your summer."

"It was okay. I missed you like crazy, though. I kept expecting to hear your voice and your contagious laugh" he said. Their eyes met, and the room got thick with tension. There was a big elephant in the room, and he was determined to address it. "Been thinking all summer about what happened at King's Cross at the end of the year."

"I shouldn't have done that." Y/N shook her head.

"You regret it?" his voice came out in a whisper because the words she said had cut him deep.

"I didn't, until my father told me he basically sold me to Enzo." she said. "That kiss was all I ever wanted. You are everything I ever wanted, and for a few days, I thought I could have. Now, you're everything I ever wanted but can't have."

"Says who?"

"Um, my father? Enzo? Enzo's family?"

"Who gives a fuck about them?" he said bluntly. Before she could open her mouth, he continued. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Ethan of course I want to be with you, but-"

"Then be my girlfriend, I want to be with you, too." he grabbed her hands.

"I can't be your girlfriend only for a month, Ethan. That's not fair to you."

"Who says it should only be for a month?"

"You're not making sense right now. I'm getting married."

"Yeah, and I'll still be your boyfriend. No one has to know what we do."

"That's bloody crazy, Landry. What happens when I have to... get pregnant, form a family." God, the thought disgusted her but it was the truth. That was women's purpose in the pure blood community—to marry and have children.

Ethan's jaw clenched. "Don't say that."

"You said it yourself minutes ago. No matter how much we hate it, it's the truth. That is my future."

"Then let's be together until the day of the wedding" he said defeated. The word ‘wedding’ made his stomach turn. "I don't want to be left wondering what we could've been together. Let's enjoy the time we have, let yourself enjoy the freedom you have left."

Ethan was right. She was not going to let those devils ruin the last few days of happiness she had left. She could see the end even as it began. But he was standing there, so tall and handsome as hell, and he made her so happy that she couldn't refuse. "Okay."

"Yeah?" he said surprised.

Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yes. Let's do it. I want to be with you."

"Can I kiss you now? I've been waiting the whole summer."

"God, yes."

The couple exited the train with swollen lips, messy hair, wrinkled clothes and sparks flying around them.

THIRTY DAYS LATER, IT WAS TIME TO CAGE THOSE SPARKS AND LOCK THEM FOREVER. Both teenagers spent their last night tangled up together, with Ethan's hands in her hair and clothes on the floor of the room of requirements.

The memory of Ethan sleeping so peacefully on her shoulder was a memory that would follow Y/N around forever. It was going to haunt her and break her heart every single time because she would never get to see it again. He wasn't the one he was going to wake up next to, and the realization took her down. Once she was out of that door, her life of eternal sadness would begin.

"Good morning, love." his familiar voice whispered on her ear.

"Hi, handsome." she smiled sadly. "How is it that you look this gorgeous even first thing in the morning?"

"I don't know, I should ask you that." he kissed her collarbone.

They spent a few minutes in silence, holding each other. But Y/N knew it was time to go. In a few hours, she would have the weight of a ring on her finger. "Eth..."

"Just a few more seconds, please." his voice was thin, and his eyes were shut trying not to let the tears fall.

"I don't know if this is going to make things worse, but I need you to know. Eth, you are the love of my life."

"You are the love of my life, too. Knew it since the first time we met, when you jinxed that asshole who called me a mudblood."

"I'm the knight in shinning armour to your damsel in distress" Y/N joked.

"I love you" Ethan said grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles, never taking his eyes off hers.

"I love you, too." but I have to go, were the words that she didn't say but floated in the air. Ethan nodded, and she got up put her clothes on and dragged her feet towards the door, her steps as heavy as the pain in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and left, leaving her happiness behind.

ETHAN'S INVITATION HAD BEEN WITHDRAWN BY THE LOVELY BROOM-TO-BE. Yet, he was not going to let Y/N feel alone in that awful day, so he sneaked inside the church and hid in the curtains. He had a good view of the whole scene—the guests, Enzo’s snotty little family, who had chosen an awful pastel theme, Enzo standing straight in his light grey suit and the preacher behind him.

Then an organ started to play a song that sounded like a death march. Seconds later, the wide tall wooden doors opened and Y/N entered in her flowy lilac dress. Scanning the room, her eyes caught sight of Ethan and after the shock disappeared, she had to bit back a smile. She knew this was hard for him too, so the fact that he still went to support her made her love him even more.

His eyes followed her figure until she stopped in front of Enzo. On the outside, they looked great. Her dress had little grey details that matched his suit and they both were extremely good-looking. But it didn't matter how handsome Enzo was, Ethan knew Y/N wished the one standing beside her at the altar was him.

Once the attention of the people was at the front of the room, Ethan sat on the last row alone. His focus was on the beautiful bride, who was trying to mask her sadness with a fake and tense smile. He frowned in discontent. He couldn't let her become her signature, he couldn't let her live an unhappy life.

And then, he heard the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

The complete silence that embraced the room after those words was interrupted by the screeching sound of the wooden bench. It wasn't until he felt eyes on him that Ethan realized he had stood up, and then his senses came back at once. His hands were shaky and sweaty, his mouth was completely dry and his breath got caught in his throat. He could feel the horrified looks of everyone in the room, but he was only looking at her.

"I don't know what I'm doing, to be completely honest. I never thought I would ever barge in on a white veil occasion, but I can't let you do it, Y/N/N. You shouldn't be marrying the wrong boy. Please, don't say yes."

Enzo was practically killing him with his eyes, and if there weren't so many people around, he may have thrown the killing curse at him. But right now, Ethan would take every curse and jinx if it meant Y/N's life wouldn't become a hellhole.

"Ethan..." it was the only thing that came out of her mouth. Her head was spinning like a tornado.

"No, you need to hear me out" he begged. "It's going to be difficult, but we're going to get through it together. You are the love of my life, and I'm yours. Please don't marry him. Let's ran away now. I love you"

"Y/N stop this nonsense. Someone guide the mudblood out."

Before Y/N knew it, her clenched fist impacted with Enzo’s face and gasps echoed in the room. "Don't you ever insult my boyfriend again. Don't test me, Enzo. I know more dark curses than you could ever imagine, and I'd love to try them on you."

She took her heels off and ran down the aisle and into Ethan's arms. "Holy shit, that was so hot. I love you." he yelled as they sprinted out of the church hand in hand.

Y/N laughed. She felt happy, free and completely fearless. "I love you too. I'm so glad you were around when they said speak now."

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pxgeturner · 1 year

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milkshakes and confessions — t.m.r

pt. 1 — kiss it better, m.list, reblogs are extremely appreciated

you’re trying to make plans with your friends and end up telling your bf you love him for the first time.

an. so i forgot to put this on my wip list hope y’all like this. can be imagined w a r from any house but kinda hufflepuff coded!r :)

wc. 1.8k

You wrap your arms around luna from behind. “luna~” your look to your right, “‘ginny!” and around the people surrounding your friends: hermione, ron, harry, and others “hey guys,” you say looking at no one in particular.

that gets you a lot of weird stares. You look at luna, then at ginny. “did i say something?”

“harry potter is right there!” this kid, who you think is named seamus talks to you like you are an idiot.

“i’m not friends with harry potter.”

“he’s the son of james and lily potter!” ron is turning red.

“that doesn’t make him a saint?” you furrow your brows and wave you hand at him. “i mean good for him but it’s not like he's a merlin reincarnate or something.” you click your tongue at them, “besides i said hi to all of you”

“why are you over here?” a voice sounds from behind you.

“hi tommi,”

“you should be eating over there with me.”

“i’m just hear to- oh!” you look back at luna, “ok hogsmeade trip this weekend, right?”

“right,”

“i thought you and ginny could come with me to go get milkshakes!”

“Sounds good to me!” ginny pips in.

“sll right, milkshakes this weekend.” agrees luna.

“you spend trips to to hogsmeade with me.” tom protests. You remove yourself from luna to turn to your boyfriend.

“and you’re lucky that i love you, otherwise i would’ve plucked out your eyeballs for being so overprotective a long time ago.”

“ok, so see you in class later–” you’re yanked back, “tommi! ah! what are you-” he’s picked you up now, “moon!” you cry out for your friends knowing your boyfriend won’t listen to you.

she giggles and waves, “have fun!”

tom carries you all the way to the abandoned girl’s bathroom. He sets you down in front of a wall.

you laugh, pushing at his chest “what was that tommi?”

he leans into you, hands at either side of your head. “you can’t take things like that back, and you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

“huh?” your noses are touching and you really want to kiss him.

“you said you love me.” you cup his face, toying with a few short strands at your fingertips.

“uh-huh, i do.” he steps back, disconnecting from you completely.

“you shouldn’t.”

You take hold you his hand, rubbing circles into the back of his palm. “you’re my boyfriend, and we’ve been together almost a year.”

tommi mumbles something.

You put a hand under his chin to make him meet your eyes instead of looking at the ground. “what was that?” you smile up at him.

“love potion,”

“i’m not under a potion, silly. or am i acting crazy and obsessive?”

“not you, me! I was born because of a love potion.” he rips his hand out of yours.

“is this you telling me you want to break up?”

“it would be for the best.”

“you asked me out first, do you remember?” you block him from leaving.

“of course i do.”

“i had a crush on you for months my friends would tease me all the time for liking the slytherin prince who only ever studies.” you rest your hands on your hips. “they said i was a fool.”

“i get where this is going-”

“but you asked me out! on valentines day! like an absolute dork!”

“i said. i remember.” he grits his teeth. why won’t you let him leave?

“you like me! you care about me! you make sure i’m drinking water and study with me before exams.”

“like isn’t love!” he has fire in his eyes as he plants his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to move. “it’s not enough! You deserve more!”

“like turns into love! i don’t believe in that love potion bullshit!”

“i want to love you-”

you’re seriously getting angry, how can the smartest guy in school be so stupid. “then do it! it just takes time! It’s not like one day fireworks and wedding bells are going to go off in your mind because your brain flipped a switch.”

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

“the only way you’re going to hurt me is by leaving right now.”

“what if i never love you?”

“if you ever need to force yourself to do things that typically come naturally then we can be over.” you deflate at the thought, now it’s you looking at the ground.

“if i can love anyone, it’s you. i can’t see myself with anyone else.” he comes in close you, holding your face in his hands, wiping away tears. when did you start crying? and you try to take a deep breath in but it’s all too intense, so it catches in your throat and you have to grab onto tommi’s robes to steady yourself. he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your head.

“i- i love you.” you hiccup, “so, much.” and you wiggle your head to look at him, brown eyes now soft with worry. “And it’s ok that you’re not there yet.”

“i know,” he brushes some hair off your forehead, “i- i know, princess.”

“can we go eat lunch now?

“how can i say no to my best girl?”

“are there other girls?” you’re trying to seem sarcastic.

“my best and only girl.” he kisses your forehead as you two begin to walk back to the great hall. You lean into him as you walk, latched onto his arm. He squeezes your hand, grateful for the fact that you did not let go.

your friends welcome you back with smiles and jokes.

“hello lovebirds, glad you two could finally deign to join us.” mattheo jokes, tom glares at him. you stay leaning on him even sitting down, he winds an arm around your back to support you. he loves his family, he’d do anything for mattheo or mother. in regard to father, he’s not sure, father isn’t like mother, there is no quality time or kind smiles. tom thinks he loves his father, but that’s more complicated. love is confusing and overly complicated, and essentially useless. that’s what he used to tell himself, when he thought he couldn’t experience romantic love. why would he bother with something that is useless. sex on the other hand, sex has purpose, and was experienced physically unlike love. which is just your mind playing tricks on you. sex is an itch that can be easily scratched

but then you arrived. one day just tagging along with pansy with smiles, energy and gentleness. as if you took a flint and steel to his cold heart to spark a fire that burns for you and only you. he understood that romance isn’t just a trick or manipulative tactic used by girls to trap boys. with you he started to think that maybe, just maybe love doesn’t have to be complicated. with you things come easy to him.

you twist your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“everything all right, my girl?” he whispers into your ear as theo keeps talking. uou nod into his neck.

“want some of mine?” the little food you put on your plate is already gone. You take his fork and steal some potatoes.

“theo stop exaggerating, snape isn’t that bad.”

Theo sets his fork down, “he’s a bitter old man who needs to stop projecting his hurt onto others. he likes the girls more, and you’re a sweetheart.”

“aww, thank you, t.”

pansy looks up from her phone, “now that you mention it, he does favor the fairer sex.”

draco looks nauseated, “why would you say it like that?” he pretends to vomit on the floor, splashing his juice on the floor.

you wave your arm at him, “oye! draco! clean that up right now!”

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes you, grabbing a wad of napkins.

mattheo, who’s next you on your left, turns to you, “can we do our divination projects together?”

“matteo, you have to do your own project. but if you’re struggling, i can help you study the cards.” you offer

“ugh, that class is useless, you can’t predict the future.” tom says, his warm breath hitting your hair.

you tilt your head up, and boop his nose. “you only say that because your mojo is logical classes, but divination is intuitive. it uses your heart, not your brain.” your boyfriend scoffs. “If you’d let me read for you, you’d see–” he puts his hand over your mouth. You wiggle and yell into his hand, trying to get him to let go while your friends merely laugh. he lets go soon though, and you turn to face him, “you actually hate me.” you point a finger at him at look at him accusingly.

“quite the opposite actually,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. that makes your friends go quiet. for some reason, your face goes hot and you turn your body completely away from him, and cover your face with your hands.

your feet that were propped against matteo thighs get pushed down. “get your stinky feet off of me.”

that snaps you out of it, “y’know mattheo, you’re such an asshole.”

mattheo glares back at you, opening his mouth to respond, but closes it, suddenly interested in his food.

tom puts his chin to your shoulder, “don’t bother with him.” he presses another kiss to your cheek and convinces you to leave to go to the library. sitting at your usual table, tom tutors you in a particularly frustrating unit in transfiguration.

“so milkshakes on saturday at fortescue’s?” he mentions randomly.

“yeah with luna and ginny.” you try to go back to the question you were answering before he interrupted.

“why would they join us?” he presses.

“i’m having milkshakes with luna and ginny, you can hang out with the others.” you correct him.

“why would you do that?”

you roll your eyes. “i eat breakfast with you, i eat lunch with you, i eat dinner with you. and we’re studying right now.” you look up from your paper, “if i spend any more time with you I will become you.”

“not all the time,” he refutes, “and you just said you love me, and now you want to cancel hogsmeade?”

you grab his chin and squish his cheeks, “and i do love you! but i do have non slytherin friends. it's not fair to them or me if we never get to see each other.”

he makes a sound of discontent.

you softly tug his ear.

“fine milkshakes on saturday for you. and… something else for me.”

now you kiss his cheek.

he might not be perfect, but he’s yours. and all that matters is that he tries. it might take a couple of attempts, but he’s such a quick learner.

it’s what you love about him.

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Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

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Accidental Potion Slippage

Draco x female!slytherin!Reader

Summary: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out?

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Summary: Pansy is jealous of reader and her relationship with Draco. So Pansy tries to imitate reader.

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Summary: Draco has a teasing relationship with the reader--they playfully argue and go back and forth but never acknowledge the fact that there may be something more. Draco notices her pulling back and becoming more reserved. He follows her out of the dining hall one day to find her having a breakdown over a dark secret.

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Dating Tom M Riddle - Slytherin Reader - Instagram

Black reader x Tom Riddle (Sixth/Seventh Year)

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Drunk

c/w: underage drinking, drunken teenagers

Slytherin wins their quidditch match against Ravenclaw and hosts a party down in the dungeons, everyone except the Gryffindors are invited. Snape doesn't care much for the party scene, but he ends up having to be a babysitter for his supposed "only" friend.

Severus didn't mind the crowds, or the drinking, but he absolutely hated the hooting and hollering. He stood in the corner side eyeing everyone who was swaying and talking loudly. He was searching the faces in the crowd, house colors clashing together.

"Sev!"

Linnea stumbled, pushing past students and tripping over her own two feet. A lopsided grin stretched across her face casually. She reaches her hands out, making a grabby-motion. Her face was flushed, there was no doubt she was already drunk. As soon as she got to Severus she threw her arms around him, giggling.

"You made it! I thought you were never going to show up!"

He didn't shove her away, biting his tongue to keep from making a rude comment. Simply rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Of course I showed up."

"I was worried you were- were hiding from me again... You do that a lot."

"Come on, let's get you somewhere to sit down."

He guided her toward some chairs, his hand on her shoulder. Her legs were shaky as she moved, practically falling into the arm chair. Her legs tossed over the arm.

"Stay right here, I'll go get you some water."

"No!" Lienna grabbed his sleeve. "Don't leave. I hate being alone in big crowds."

He scoffed, but didn't move.

"That is very out of character for you."

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head, it lolled off the chair.

Severus coughed, clearing his throat.

"You're rather outgoing, very social. At times its seems as though you're too social."

"Aww! You think I'm social?"

"It's just an observation!"

"Well... I think you are really, really, really, really, really cute!"

"What-"

"Wait, wait- I thiiiink you would understand it better 'f I jus' said it with her face on."

"What are you talking about?"

Linnea sat quietly for a bit, trying to focus. Her hair suddenly turned orange, and her skin was peppered with freckles. She looked like Lily Evans.

"Oh god-"

Severus looked around before hoisting her up by her arm and dragging her off, walking quickly and ignoring the way she stumbled to try and keep up with him.

"Sev?" She tried to dig her heels into the ground, but her legs buckled, and she continued to stagger behind him.

"I'm not even going to get started on how morally wrong this is."

Severus let go of her wrist once they were out in the corridor, away from the crowd. His back was facing her, and he didn't want to look at her in this state. He knew she wasn't Lily and wasn't thinking straight, but it didn't stop how much it hurt.

"How are you doing this?"

"Wha- Oh! I'm a megaphone..."

That could have come out better.

"Wait, wait, wait. Megamortle- No- "

"Metamorphagus?" Severus answered for her.

"Yeah!"

"How on Earth did I not figure that out?" Severus muttered, mentally cursing himself.

She hung out with him all the time, and her hair just happened to change color with her emotions at certain times. To be honest, he just thought it was magical hair dye or something. They make all sorts of things now.

"You know, you're pretty smart. You're not just a potion master. You should have been a Ravenclaw."

She was saying nonsense because she was drunk.

"No, no, no, but I'm serious- Not Sirius- You get what I mean. I really really like you, but you like her." Her back slide down the wall, she cradled her head in her arms, legs against her chest.

"Can you- Can you please change back?" He still couldn't look at her, not like this.

"Why? I thought you- "

"I don't."

When Severus turned around again, he looked down at Linnea, curled up in a ball and leaning against the wall. She pulled at her hair to hide her face. Instead, she could have just willed it to do so, but that thought process needed to be there.

"You like Lily, and I'll never be Lily. I can't."

"You don't have to be." Severus sat down next to her. "I know emotions are high right now, but you don't have to be Lily."

For once, he allowed himself to be soft, comforting, and vulnerable. Linnea wasn't going to use it against him. She wasn't going to trick him or hurt him. She wasn't James or Sirius. She wasn't McGonagall. She was Linnea.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like you. I didn't ask for this to happen. You just need a friend."

"I'm not mad- "

"I'm mad at myself." She cut him off.

"You're still my friend. Nothing has changed."

"But I hate myself for this!" Finally, he could hear her sobs; for a moment, they reminded him of himself.

Actually, this entire conversation reminded him of himself. When he pleaded for Lily to be his friend again, apologized for his feelings, and swore to lock them away and bury them in the deepest depths of his being, only she could smile at him again. Yeah, that went swell.

"Don't... Don't say that." Severus hesitated, wanting to reach out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm disgusting and vile, and it's like I had an ulterior motive this entire time! I didn't, I swear! You just looked so lonely, and everyone was making fun of you- "

He wanted to punch himself for feeling so touched that she cared about him like this, but it was hurting her.

"Nothing has to happen. We're still friends. And we'll reach that point together if something does happen along the way."

He put his hand on her shoulder, and she shuttered. Her body shook with her sobs. Her arms wrapped tighter around her legs. Severus sat with her there in the corridor, a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. He wasn't much for comfort. It was so foreign to him. But for now, this would do.

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pbielik · 2 months

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TIAEL

crawling back to you

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salaukovina · 2 years

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she sang / a slow and sweet reminder / of a melody that was in my mind

— pedal pusher, dark stares

#personal #aesthetics #moodboard #couple #gemini #isfp x entp #isfp #entp #blue #beige #4w5 #7w8 #slytherin x slytherin #slytherin

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DYNAMICS IN DRAFTS — ASTRID LANGDON & BLAISE ZABINI in Lover to Lover.

“Astrid knew no more about Zabini other than his mother’s extensive romantic expenditures and how very little he regarded the opinion of anyone but himself. In fact, even after sharing a common room with him for the better part of her teenage years, she felt she didn’t know him at all, and if the silent, cold gaze he now settled across the room as he watched sullenly with a tall glass of firewhiskey in hand wasn’t any indication as to why, there was just something about the tall Slytherin that made Astrid’s insides constrict. As she watched him carefully from across the long, oval wooden table, his eyes suddenly snapped cruelly from the bubbles in his drink to match Astrid’s curious ones, and she felt raw. Exposed. Like he was seeing right through her without even trying.”

— Excerpt from Lover to Lover, Chapter Six

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thedumbginger · 2 years

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Pansy Parkinson

Face Claim: Amelia Goldie

Birthday: October 6 1979

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Personality Type: ESTJ

House: Slytherin

Wand: Ebony, 10, Dragon Heartstring, Stubborn

RP With: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Tracey Davis, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Daphne Greengrass Astoria Greengrass, (Vv flexible if they aren't on the list)

Her: Pansy is a vocal person who always speaks her mind. Even though she's very extraverted, it's hard for her to trust people and only keeps a couple friends close to her. She buries most of her problems in alcohol.

I haven't really fleshed her out a lot so I will probably be continuing to edit her, so don't be surprised if something changes.

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better than revenge | chapter nine: real

Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader

Chapter nine summary: Mostly smut, can be read as a standalone if you're feeling feral. 1.5k words.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, fluff, swearing, oral f!receiving and m!receiving, v!fingering, piv, praise kink, sex with feelings, unprotected sex. Characters are aged up.

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Enzo turns me around and trails fierce kisses along the back of my neck. My threads of restraint come undone along with my dress as he unties the final knot. He holds my hand as I step out of my clothes and he takes a moment to admire my figure.

In the silver glow of the moonlight, I feel safe and confident in his gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes and I move forward to continue our kiss, exchanging wordless confessions of desire. He removes his tux jacket and I start unbuttoning his shirt.

I place a string of kisses from his neck, moving lower to his collar bone and chest while he discards his shirt. Heat pools down my core when I hear him moan in approval.

I move my lips back to his as I guide us towards my bed and he holds me close against him as if he never wants to let go. I gently push him to sit down the bed and I straddle him, grinding against the strain in his pants. Enzo gasps at the friction, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” “Me too,” I admit, biting my lip.

His hands glide over my body with intense focus and precision, trying to memorize each curve. My back arches when he wraps his arms around my waist and starts kissing my breasts. I lace my fingers through his hair, encouraging him. He runs his tongue over my hardened peak and I moan in pleasure as he takes the other one in his hand, teasing and exploring. “Yes, Enzo,” I whisper.

A guttural moan escapes my throat when he sucks the skin, marking me.

Emboldened by my reaction, he grips my thighs around his waist and lays me down on the bed, moving on top of me. He resumes our kiss and sucks my bottom lip, tongue moving into my mouth while his hand caresses my inner thigh, sparking electric heat through my body. He nudges my leg with his knee, spreading me wider.

“Fuck, all this for me?” he gasps in amazement when his fingers make contact with my soaked lace panties. “All yours, Enzo,” my eyelids close in response as I move my head back, sinking further into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets. He takes this opportunity to kiss my neck, marking me while he moves the thin fabric aside to explore my folds.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Yes please,” I rasp, my mind swimming in pleasure.

“I’m so lucky I get to do this, you’re such a good girl,” he says in my ear. In one swift motion, he removes my panties and teases my clit with slow, circular movements.

“I need more,” I beg Enzo.

I gasp when he plunges his finger into me and I clench around him, moaning in approval as he moves in a steady rhythm.

“I want to taste you,” he breathes and I whimper as he kisses my chest, moving slowly to my stomach, teasing and worshipping every inch of my skin.

He pauses between my legs and I forget how to breathe when I feel his tongue on me, moving slowly between my folds. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he praises and proceeds to suck on my clit while adding another finger inside me. I cry out as his fingers moves skillfully, drenched in my arousal and his eager tongue repeatedly worships my clit. The weight of pleasure builds inside me, gathering to a crescendo, taking my breath away until blissful waves overtake me.

“That’s it,” Enzo encourages, guiding me as I ride out my orgasm.

“So perfect,” he praises as he licks his fingers, cleaning my juices from them. I move forward and help him, sucking one of his fingers while I look directly into his intense gaze. I drink in his disheveled hair and his mouth and chin glistening from me. I lick his finger one more time before he pulls me in for another kiss and I taste myself all over him.

“My turn,” I smirk as I lay him down the bed and mirror the way he kissed me earlier, planting kisses down his chest and stomach. I trace the line of his muscles with my tongue and his breath hitches in his throat. I palm his erection and he grows under my touch. When I reach his hips, I zip down his pants and remove the rest of his clothes.

“Fuck,” he exhales in anticipation, his breathing getting ragged when the cool air meets his bare skin.

I stroke the base of his cock, placing soft kisses on his tip, swirling my tongue around it and licking his pre-cum. He gasps at the feel of my tongue. “Just like that,” he encourages me as I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper.

I look at him, eyes glazed with desire, and see him watching me. “You’re so beautiful when you take me like that,” he groans and I reward him by taking him down my throat. I take as much as I can until I choke and stroke the rest of him. “Such soft pretty lips,” he gasps.

At his words, I feel the ache grow between my legs and I squeeze my thighs together.

His hand grips my hair, guiding me as I move across his length. I take on a steady rhythm and every so often choke on him until tears pool in my eyes, eliciting whimpers and moans from him.

“Wait,” he mutters, trying to regain control amid the haze of pleasure clouding his mind.

I pause, “am I hurting you?”

He shakes his head to say no. “I need to feel you,” he says, rising from the bed to pin me down.

I nod, getting comfortable beneath his weight. “Take me, Enzo. I’m yours.”

It’s all the encouragement he needs as he glides himself across my slit, spreading my wetness until he enters me and I gasp at his size, heat and pleasure spreading out from between my legs.

“It’s okay,” he reassures me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’ll go slow”

I nod as he moves inside me and let myself adjust. I look into his eyes, eager and sincere as always then I wrap my arms around his shoulders, needing him closer. “I can take it, Enzo, I want more.”

He exhales, letting go of his restraint as he moves faster against me. My back arches to give him more access and I clutch his back for support. I sink further into the bed as he takes me deeper, reaching a spot that drives me wild. “Yes, Enzo” I encourage him, trying to breathe through his intoxicating thrusts as we revel in the pleasure we’ve denied ourselves for so long.

“You feel so good,” he whispers.

“All for you,” I affirm with shaky breaths.

The euphoric pressure builds in my core again and he kisses me passionately, lip biting, tongues exploring. The intensity of him inside me and his kisses send me over the edge. I bite into his shoulder to keep myself from screaming and he holds me in his arms protectively as I shudder against him. He follows me as he comes undone, head resting in the dip between my shoulder and neck. I stroke his hair as I feel him unload in me and I savor how warm it feels.

We lay there holding each other, trying to recover our breath.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Basking in the afterglow, Enzo caresses my arm as I lay my head on his chest.

“I don’t know how Mattheo could have let you go, because I don’t think I ever will. No matter how much time we spend together, you always leave me wanting more.”

“Are you sure it’s not just our chemistry in bed?” I tease.

“You know, I’d be lying if I said that’s not part of it,” He chuckles. “But it’s so much more. It’s also everything else.”

I relent, “I know what you mean. This is all so new and fragile, but I’d like to see where it goes. I want to figure it out with you, Enzo.”

“We’ll do it together,” he affirms. He suddenly chuckles and I look up at him. “What?”

“Told you I’ve got ways to help you release stress…” he trails off.

“By being an absolute perv!” I pick up and we laugh in each other’s arms at our inside joke. I release a satisfied sigh and savor the way I fit so well against him.

“Good night,” Enzo says, kissing my forehead.

“Good night Enzo,” I reply, kissing his cheek.

In the comfortable silence, I think about loss and grief. How anger and pain can intertwine with it and consume us whole. But if we pull back the curtains and let the light in, you might just find that some things are better than revenge. And that’s enough for now, the promise of a new beginning.

I drift off to sleep knowing that when the sun rises, I will wake up beside the boy who has now become my home.

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A/N: It took me five days to finish this chapter because I was so scared to write smut, this is the first one I wrote. Then I went on to write a filthy threes*me in a day haha!

I thought I'd write a threes*me in this series, but I feel like it will trigger the boys' childhood trauma, having to compete for someone's love and attention so nope. We're gonna go with sweet Enzo instead. The next alt chapter features Mattheo and explores his arc a bit more, will share more notes then. But this chapter officially concludes the canon storyline.

With that, I want to say a big thank you! ♡ To everyone who has read, liked, commented, reblogged, asked to be in my taglist. I see each and every one of you, even those reading long after this went live. Spam likes and reblogs are welcome. I am sending you all the coziest virtual hug.

I started writing this series before I had this writing account and went in with no expectations. I'm blown away by the positive reception!

This series means so much to me because it's the idea that got me back into writing and I'm relatively new to writing fan fics. I'm so glad it led me here, the experience has been nothing less than magical.

Elizabeth Gilbert said it best in her book Big Magic

Your creative work is not your baby; if anything, you are its baby. Everything I have ever written has brought me into being.

PS: Yes, I did name this series better than revenge exactly because of that sentence in the conclusion, "you might just find that some things are better than revenge". Had that in mind from the beginning.

PPS: In case you're curious, I started writing this series on February 17 and ended on March 10, 2024.

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