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NO ONE HOLD HIM BACK

someone hold me back from writing an enzo fic about every song on this album

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greetings lovies; just wanted to put it out there that I am still working on Origin Stories and have been on a slight hiatus due to me switching jobs.

but today was my first day 🥳

so I have a better schedule and more time to write after work; thus a new chapter is in the works (apologies in advance if theo is your fav he will be hurting)

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I'm so freaking ready for MBF to drop!!! Only two days to go

(Time went so fast and at the same time I'm like, still two whole days?!!)

ahhhhh same same same!

hubby (@musingsofahufflepuff) & i were lucky enough to get signed copies and were dyyyyying and can't wait for them to come I can't wait to listen and im READY for the tears mv to drop ahhhh

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okay i’m obsesssssed with all of these. (fully agree my smart boy teddy could’ve been a ravenclaw with me given the chance)

what do you think the slytherin boys patronus’s are? are they happy enough to produce a protronus?

Patronus Headcanons

mattheo, enzo, theo; fluff

a/n: first of all i love this question, second i’m sorry it took 80 million years to post. it’s been sitting in my google docs for literal months mocking me bc i could not figure out what to do with blaise and draco…so i didn’t include them. if your heart was set on those two send me another message and i’ll do my best 🫶

Mattheo ⋆˙⟡ thestral

♡ seen as bad omens or aggressive but are in fact quite harmless and apparently have a sense of loyalty

♡ i think he would think they’re cool as hell too

♡ definitely not in a good enough place mentally to produce it while he’s at hogwarts

♡ then he randomly tries again after the war in a sort of “why not try again lol” mentality and he nearly stumbles over himself in surprise when he actually does it

Enzo ⋆˙⟡ niffler

♡ i want you to look me in my eyes and tell me you can’t see these two as being connected

♡ both cute and use that cuteness to distract you from how mischievous they can be

♡ enzo would def become a bit of a kelpto if you got him drunk enough and it was something shiny enough

♡ can produce the full form, probably the first of the group to do it and he likes to bother his friends with it

Theo ⋆˙⟡ russian blue cat

♡ common with ravenclaws, which i think theo could have definitely been if not for the whole father is a deatheater thing

♡ not very friendly with strangers but develop bonds with those who are close to them

♡ theo is insanely cat coded and i think that would be his animagus form as well

♡ not able to get the full form until around 5th year after he’s come to terms with his mother’s death

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“can you sit on my face while i jerk off” and the heavens opened up and angels began to sing amen

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yaaaaasssss the most deserveddddd

after missing it TWICE

I GOT THE SIGNED MAN’S BEST FRIEND VINYL

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dying cause @musingsofahufflepuff ‘s new theme is wonderful gorgeous lovely amazing just like him 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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ahhh tysm bby 🫶🏻🖤

⭒ Harry Potter Masterlist

08/19/2025

⭒ Draco Malfoy

⭒ Fred Weasley

Theodore Nott

Sick of the Silence by @iloveinej

Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita

All Yours by @malfoysbtch

You help Neville out in one of Umbridge’s detentions, resulting in a newfound friendship that makes your boyfriend Theo a little jealous.

Slytherin Reader

Theodore Nott headcanon by @chocochannie

Amortentia by @soulofapatrick

You brew Amortentia and it leads somewhere you didn’t ever expect

“My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you” by @cassiopeiasdaughter

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW by @Agirlsguidetolov

“i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Regulus Black

Second choice  by @messers-moony

Regulus doesn’t talk much, but his actions do it for him.

Second Son Navigation | A Regulus Black Series by @cherryslyce

Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House’s second son.

Selfless by @fuckmymunson

A snake and his little bird by @robynlilyblack

Y/n has been keeping her relationship with a certain Black brother secret, but when James starts investigating why she’s always stealing the map she’s in hot water

The L Word by @reysdriver

Regulus can't repeat the words when you say 'I love you' for the first time

Kissing with Regulus Black would include by @angelblacksmith

Willow by @patrophthia

hufflepuff!reader

Imagine your life with Regulus Black if he had survived by @hananabee

Blushing in the Library by @applebutter-and-cinnamon

Reader goes to study in the library only to find that the only open seat is by Regulus, who she finds to be extremely intimidating. He finds her incredibly cute.

Red Lipstick | @lilacsbeeswax

m.list - regulus black by @ddejavvu

Masterlist by @mirclealignr

regulus black masterlist by @earlgreydream

Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin as Y/N’s godfather headcanons. | @marvelous-writer-221

Platonic 

Crush | @theweasleysredhair

Being secretly in love with your best friend Remus would include | @fizzyhosh

Affection | @vxntagedior

your love language was touch, but remus was the only person to receive it

The Best One | @cryonme

Remus accidentally hurts you during a full moon, and you try your best to hide your pain.

Sweater | @marauder-exe

Remus Lupin Masterlist | @iliveiloveiwrite

Harry Potter

Different light master list  | @damn-stark

Malfoy!reader

Ever Since  | @eunoiathewriter

Harry Potter  falling more and more in love with y/n Weasley.

Imagine being Wolfstars daughter and having a jily type love story with Harry. | @infictionalwonderland

Sirius Black

Love Potion | @dragonologist-in-the-making

Sirius x Potter!reader

My Godson Our Godson | @nebulablakemurphy

After y/n’s older brother James and his wife Lily are murdered. Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban for giving their location Voldemort. Y/N is left to raise Harry, alone. Now that Sirius is free, he wants to be part of Harry’s life…and to set the record straight with y/n. Who he’s still madly in love with.

Sirius Black Masterlist | @/iliveiloveiwrite

Rip-off | @mediocre-daydreams

sirius is so enamored with you, his best friend’s sister, that he’s too distracted to play properly. when a poor play by sirius renders you severely injured, he and james must handle the aftermath.

slytherin!potter!reader

No Longer Making Time | @fool-inthe-rain

Potter!Reader

Home | @mercwithadilf

Sirius runs away from ‘home’ having finally suffered enough of his parents’ ideals and behaviours. The only place he can really call home is with his best friend, James Potter. Wherever James is, you are too.

Potter!reader

The Announcement | @that-one-ostrich-friend

y/n and sirius visit the potter’s and lily has an announcement for everyone

Self Fulfilling Prophecy | @unconventional-lawnchair

Potters love like it's a sport, but it seems that only  a Black can challenge that.

Potter!reader

Like my father {Blurb} | @/unconventional-lawnchair

Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

Potter!reader

Platonic Sirius Black

Remus Lupin as Y/N’s godfather headcanons. | @marvelous-writer-221

daughter!reader 

Perfect | @/marvelous-writer-221

daughter!reader

Sirius Black x daughter headcanons | @fandom-life-12

Daughter!reader

Reuniting with Your Father After Azkaban • Headcanon | @spxllcxstxr

daughter!reader

Never enough masterlist  | @awritingtree

Daughter!reader

Being Sirius Black’s child would include: | @carnationworld-writings

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | @falcqns

being the daughter of Sirius Black hasn’t made your life easy, and you were foolish to think that turning 13 would change that.

Sirius Black x daughter!Reader

Collapse at the Order meeting | @their-love

Wolfstar x Wolfstar!daughter

YOU REMIND ME OF HIM | @masivechaos

Y/n lives alone with Remus Lupin and doesn’t know anything about her other dad. But when a certain Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban everything changes.

Wolfstar x Wolfstar!daughter

Loyalty | @earlgreydream

Wolfstar x Wolfstar!daughter

Barty Crouch Jr.

They’ll Be Alright | @/unconventional-lawnchair

James Potter learns to like tolerate his sisters taste in men.

Potter!Fem!Reader

I Might Still Hate You | @/unconventional-lawnchair

An unexpected guest shows up at your house late at night.

Making Mistakes | @/unconventional-lawnchair

After a horrible break up in 7th year, Barty and you haven't spoken a word to eachother. Then, he comes barrelling back into your life begging for forgiveness, will you trust him?

Potter!RavenClaw!Reader

Barty Crouch Jr x Hufflepuff!reader | @rosieswriting

After the birthday of your dear friend, Pandora Rosier, Barty doesn´t seem as bad as he did before

this isn’t fun anymore | @crescenthistory

slight air and purging fire | @/crescenthistory

He's your person and, apparently, you're his flame. Your more-than-a-best-friend spends the evening with you when Regulus needs a break, and you're both happy for the excuse.

Masterlist | @ellecdc

RESTLESS SILENCE! | @bartonomy

Barty Crouch Jr. hated silence. You thrived in it. Being paired together for a Potions project in the library should have been simple—but Barty refuses to let the quiet win.

AND IF I SAID I COULD LOVE YOU, WOULD IT LAND? | @/bartonomy

After a brutal match, barty visits you with his concerns

Persistence is Key | @b1tch1mapoet

Masterlist | @suugarbabe

Harry Potter - Masterlist | @welldonebeca

Masterlist | @siriusmydeer

Masterlist | @pansyslut

Harry Potter Universe Recommendation List | @missyflufffics

hogwarts is home masterlist | @vanillann

Masterlist | @myboipotterimagines

Masterlist | @sapphicwhxre

Marauders Masterlist | @theweasleysredhair

Evanescoed’s Masterlist | @evanescoed

marauders masterlist | @randomoutsiders

Harry Potter Masterlist | @/iliveiloveiwrite

Marauders Era fics I read and want to keep… | @sparkling-ariaria

Fic Recs | @maraudersmap123

harry potter fic recs 4 | @nottyoursbutmine

Masterlist | @swellwriting

Millie’s Massive Fic Rec Post | @/iliveiloveiwrite

MASTERLIST | @unfortunatelysirius

Fic recs | @arandomdump

Masterlist | @thoseofgreatambition

Masterlist | @/thoseofgreatambition

Masterlist | @fizzyhosh

Comfortwriting’s Masterlist! | @comfortwriting

Reader’s Masterlist #5 | @iamburdened

Masterlist | @weasleyimaginewheezes

Marauders fic recs  | @risingtripletaurus

Masterlist | @fandom-puff

Masterlist | @roonilwazlibimagines

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❝ HP Masterlist Recs ❞ | @dr4cking

Masterlist | @fallingforfictionalcharacterss

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louis partridge for vman 55 fall’s most wanted

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I JUST LOVE CRYING AT WORK 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

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Hiii,

I hhave no one else to tell this to. And I know you like Sabrina too! But I secured a signed vinyl...I'm still in disbelief. I think I won't belief it till I see it!

omg shut up shut uppppp!!! im so happy for you! (and super jelly ughhhhh) & yes babes you can always come to me with all your sabrina related conversations 😌😌😌

@musingsofahufflepuff is a good one too! (prolly even better)

now you have two people to go to instead of no one 🫶🏻

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hiiii, i saw you repost or like something about frat boy one direction a while back and it got me thinking about the slytherin boys? like frat!slytherin boys??

do you think they would even be into being in a frat? and if so what tropes do you think each one would be??

okay, yes yes yes. mmm okay. been thinking about this heavily and even discussed with micah (because of course i did) and heres the notes:

yes all the boys have potential for being in a frat. blaise and draco 100%, no question, no further discussion. the rest of this post is about my big three; matty, enz and theo

sweet baby enzo is the one that would be most into joining a fraternity

hes the one saying shit like, "c'mon guys, it'll be so fun. it's like a brother hood"

he also is the one that fits the most high societal frat stereotype with his mannerisms and smiles and blah blah all of it

theo is also down to join a frat but it's mainly a social experiment at first

theo is a big people watcher. he loves to observe and he finds the frat community especially interesting

mattheo is the one that has to be convinced to give it a try

at first he's calling it lame; saying he can throw parties on his own that are bigger and better without any restrictions

but with both theo and enzo down to rush he tags along

every single frat house is interested in enzo

most houses are extremely nice and kiss ass-y to all three boys because it's well known that all their families are loaded

enzo gets an offer from every single house they visit

theo gets offers from the majority of spots (some couldn't read his sarcasm due to his accent and that counted against him; he could give two shits)

matty boy got a lot of half-hearted offers as most houses would be stupid to not at least offer with the money he could bring in

of course they all decide to join the frat that mattheo can most tolerate

which isnt the lowest totem pole house; but is definitely not the highest ranked one either

they join something like Apha Gamma Rho because Mattheo like's how their colors are green and gold and he thought the guys were chill

trope wise I think enzo is the socialite; he's down for any and all parties and is down to help plan the parties and get togethers, etc. he really leans in to the brotherhood aspect of it all

theo is the one that helps the house keep their GPA where it needs to be. he's quieter, a behind the scenes brother; but this makes him incredibly intriguing and everyone wants to be around the houses events to get to know him more (the chapter president really loves this aspect)

mattheo truly and honestly could give you flying fucks about being in the frat, but he loves to reap all the benefits

when he gets in trouble, his house letters or one of his brothers can usually help get him off without punishment

he also likes not having to sleep in uni dorms and beds and having the privacy of his own home and yard to do whatever he pleases whoever he pleases

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We’re currently in the Lion’s Gate Portal (july 28 - aug 12) which is when the star Sirius aligns with the sun, constellation Orion and earth to create a ‘portal’. Ancient cultures viewed Sirius as a symbol of luck, abundance and spiritual insight.

We all know Sirius is the closest star to earth and thus, appears the brightest. But during the Lion’s Gate Portal he will look especially bright.

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ugggggggghhhh i’m so geeked up on Enzie baby waaaahhh I love this ily yooooou

with all due respect - lorenzo berkshire

summary: lorenzo berkshire is a compulsive playboy, an obsessive flirt and a disastrous tease, so when you come to visit hogwarts for the spring term hot off of a terrible breakup, your best friend pansy has one rule: he can look, but he can't touch. word count: 4.6k a/n: i love this messy, chaotic, disastrously hot boy.

Lorenzo's head throbbed with the reminder of every shot he'd taken the night before as he rubbed his hand slowly over his face and sunk further into the common room couch.

Pansy had “called a meeting" whatever the fuck that meant; all it had entailed thus far was getting dragged out of bed alongside the rest of his friends who looked just about as terrible as he felt.

She stood in front of them and cleared her throat as he peered at her behind half-open eyes that he tried to shade from the bright morning light.

"My best friend is coming to visit for her spring term" she announced.

No one said anything.

One person grunted.

"She has recently been through a horrific breakup and she's coming here to relax and escape. She is NOT—" she said loudly enough that Mattheo jumped, clearly having dozed off "—here to have a fling, a hookup, a one-night stand—"

Lorenzo raised his hand.

Pansy's eyes shot furiously to him.

"—nor a sneaky snog."

He lowered it.

"I am kindly asking—begging you to keep your hands and your dicks to yourself...Please" she said, closing her eyes in an effort to rein in her emotions and control herself before she shot Lorenzo another glare.

His lip curled in anger.

"Why does this feel pointed at me?" he asked.

"You went to the party last night with Penelope Farrell and left with Avery James. Do I have to say anything further?" she asked.

"Since when is that a crime?" Lorenzo replied, genuinely confused, a hand to his heart.

"He's been trying to get with Avery for ages" Blaise mumbled in support.

Pansy rubbed her temple.

"Just... be nice and keep your hands off of her, Berkshire" she relented.

He raised his hands in mock surrender and, seemingly satisfied, she pointed her ire elsewhere.

As soon as her back was turned Blaise leaned over with a sizable stack of coins in his hand.

"Two hundred galleons says you can't resist" he teased.

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed at him.

"Do you really think I'm incapable of restraining myself?" he asked, his voice rising in frustration at the way everyone was picking on him amidst how fucking horribly hungover he was.

"Yes" all five of them responded.

"Give me that" he snapped, yanking the coins out of Blaise's hand. "You've got a deal" he said, shoving them deep in his pocket.

That evening the boys were back on the common room couches, showered, changed and with decidedly more energy, ready for another night of debauchery as they passed a bottle of firewhiskey around whilst focusing on the videogame in front of them.

"Why does Pansy take for fucking ever to get ready, Malfoy?" Mattheo asked, his eyes glued to the TV as his fingers slammed the controller.

"We're going to miss the start of the match" Blaise mumbled.

"Every time. Every fucking time" Lorenzo agreed.

"—Alright, alright, enough, we're ready!" Pansy huffed behind him.

"Sorry!" offered another voice, one he didn't recognize.

He pulled his gaze from the TV as his friends looked over his shoulder.

Blaise's jaw quite literally dropped.

Theo fumbled his controller onto the floor.

And Mattheo's character died tragically on screen, completely forgotten.

Enzo turned to see Pansy before his eyes slid to you and his next breath caught in his throat.

His heart stopped and stuttered like it was trying and failing to restart. And his mind emptied completely, void of thoughts, of words, of his effortlessly cool and calm composure and any concept of what expression he should have on his face.

Suddenly every warning, every glare in his direction, and every bribe made an enormous amount of sense, because you weren't just jaw-droppingly gorgeous, you were the perfect amalgamation of every. single. one. of his weaknesses, from your hair, to your eyes, your lips, every dip and curve of your body and the way you were dressed.

If Lorenzo had spent a lifetime describing what perfect looked like to him, Merlin himself couldn't have conjured you.

He swallowed.

And then you glanced at him and fucking smiled, a beautiful, genuine, heart-wrenchingly perfect smile on flawlessly glossed lips and Theo leaned in, whispering just loudly enough for him to hear.

"Amico... you are totally fucked."

The boys gathered their composure and recovered quickly as they stood to greet you and shepherd you out the door, but Lorenzo beelined for Pansy.

"Pans, Pans! Hey. Heeeeyyy you look so nice tonight—"

"—No."

"What?" he asked innocently. "I can't compliment you?"

She whirled on him as the others walked past, fawning over you in a way that had him looking wistfully at your departing figure.

Pansy snapped her fingers in his face.

"I'm not an idiot, Enzo, I know she's your type."

"My TYPE? Pansy. She was made for me. Are you joking yourself?" he asked, exasperated. "This is bigger than you and me, babe, this is divine intervention—"

"—No, this is my best friend, whom you promised you'd leave alone."

An unexpected wave of emotion washed over her that had Lorenzo hesitating as he saw tears line her eyes.

"It's...bad, Enz. This guy really did a number on her and what she absolutely doesn't need right now is a messy rebound."

He pouted. He sneered. And he tried valiantly to ignore the creeping feeling of sympathy and compassion he felt welling up inside him, squashing it further and further down.

But Pansy put up with their shit constantly and he couldn’t remember a single time she’d ever asked for anything in return.

He opened his mouth and closed it again like a fish out of water, gasping for air, because that's exactly what he felt like.

The girl of his dreams had all but fallen into his lap.

And there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it.

"I- fuck - fine" he muttered bitterly, depressed.

Pansy patted his back sympathetically and the two of them moved to catch up with the group.

Lorenzo pushed through the crowd at the Three Broomsticks completely and utterly deflated.

It was packed and the buzz of the crowd that normally would have fueled his exuberant energy felt overstimulating and annoying.

The group had managed to squeeze into a small booth that barely fit you all and in the hustle to arrange themselves, Mattheo, Blaise and Theo left Enzo the spot next to you, shooting him a wink and several thumbs up, whether in support or to torture him he didn't know.

He hadn't said a word to you, and he didn't intend to start now.

Being close enough to feel the weight of you against him, to smell your perfume, sultry and spicy, was enough to make his leg jiggle anxiously under the table, enough to force him to keep his hands and his mouth squarely occupied with his butterbeer as he stared at the quidditch match on the television.

So when you nudged him, he intentionally ignored it.

Until you nudged him again.

"Hey!" you said, leaning in to him to be heard over the noise of the crowd, close enough that he could feel your warm breath on his neck.

S'fine. Totally fine. I'm fine he thought as he turned his attention to you. His eyes rushed to drink you in hungrily, starved of trying to deny himself as he traced your lips, your bright eyes and your beautiful fucking smile that made his insides feel like someone had his heart in a vice.

You motioned him closer and he ducked his head.

"Montrose or Ballycastle?" you asked, nodding towards the TV, referring to the two teams on the screen.

"Oh, uhh Ballycastle" he answered, following your gaze to the action there. "We're Falmouth fans, but if not them, then, yeah Ballycastle for sure."

You smiled and nodded approvingly. "I think they have a shot if Quigley can get a few early goals" you agreed.

His eyes shot back to you.

"You... know quidditch?"

"Of course I do, what do I live under a rock? It's our national sport" you quipped, rolling your eyes as you took a drink of your butterbeer.

And for the life of him he couldn't stop staring at you, as he felt his soul crumble into a little ball. You didn't seem to notice, though, as your eyes stayed fixed on the screen and you chatted away.

"For what it's worth I also looovee Falmouth. I know everyone says they're too violent, but I think that makes their matches more entertaining" you shrugged.

"—That's literally what I've always said" he mumbled. "We're beaters" he said, pointing between him and Mattheo. "We take a lot of... inspiration from them" he laughed lightly.

"Yeah?" you asked, turning your attention back to him, your eyebrow quirked. "Okay, between the Broadmoor brothers who do you like better Karl or Kevin?" you teased.

He could have died.

He could have melted off his seat and then apparated to another town to start a new life where this wasn't happening because fuccckkkk you weren't just hot you were fucking cool. You knew quidditch, you rooted for Falmouth.

He was going to kill Pansy.

He could have cried if he wasn't so intent on making sure you never ever stopped looking at him the way you were now, interested, excited, intrigued.

"Karl, obviously" he said quickly, dismissively. "Anyone who says otherwise is sorely misinformed—"

"—Absolutely not! No!" you shot back and your conversation delved into a heated argument about Falmouth's starting line, their match strategy, and how they stacked up against other teams in the league that had the two of you so totally absorbed with each other that when everyone else went to get a drink you waved them off, entirely too focused on your conversation whilst Lorenzo was entirely too focused on you.

Over the next several days whether you were eating breakfast or walking to Hogsmeade you found yourself gravitating towards him, squeezing in beside him, seeking his company. Something about him, the way he looked at you, the way he respected you made you feel comfortable, like you had a place amidst this impenetrable group of friends.

His smile was genuine, not given lightly or carelessly, but earned and his eyes had a surprising warmth in them that you loved to study when you held his attention.

He was devastatingly handsome in a careless and boyish way with his gorgeously long hair and a penchant for biting his bottom lip when he listened to you. He was magnetizing, enticing in a way that should perhaps make you want to keep him at an arm's length after everything you'd been through with your ex, but you found yourself unable to resist, just as you couldn't resist the thought of running your fingers through his hair, or over his lips...

…Your mind wandered, lingering on the way he'd looked in his fitted t-shirt this morning and the sound of his laugh but even as you lost yourself in your fantasy you couldn’t deny the ache you felt at the way he responded to you because even when you felt yourself flirting shamelessly with him, you didn't get anything from him in return.

Not a cheeky comment. Not a smoldering gaze. Not a brush of his hand. Nothing.

Pansy had described him as “a compulsive playboy”, “an obsessive flirt”, “a disastrous tease” and you thought you’d had a connection beyond the undeniable attraction between you; but if he wasn’t showing you an ounce of interest… what was wrong with you?

In your aggravation you’d started to lay it on thick, showering him with your attention, prolonged eye contact, a well-timed glance at his lips, ample praise, endless compliments, and indulgent physical touch from squeezing his muscular arm, to laying your head on his shoulder.

You even went so far as to rest your hand precariously high on his thigh last night where you could feel his muscles tighten in response, yet he hadn’t even broken his conversation with Theo, only turning to you later to offer a half smile.

You could have screamed.

Enzo lay in bed that night and stared despondently at the top of his four-poster bed questioning his morals as he listened to a storm kick up outside.

He'd always prided himself on his loyalty to his friends, but it was becoming near on impossible to deny you.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew you were flirting with him. He reveled in the way your eyes glinted at him, sinful in their insinuation, the way you touched him, squeezing his arm when you talked to him, or the way you'd nudge into his side when he walked, like even inches between you were too much.

And when you'd squeezed his leg the other night?

He'd had to grab a pillow from the couch to put over his lap and then pointedly ignore you for 20 minutes, and even still he'd just about thrown you over his shoulder.

He was exhausted.

He groaned and ran his hands down his face as thunder and lightning rolled loudly in the clouds overhead.

Fuck it he thought as he rolled out of bed and pulled on sweats, padding into the common room, there was no way he was going to get any sleep.

The searing lightning cast long shadows in the dark corridors and the dank air hung with the electricity of the storm, the noise of which reverberated off the stone walls of the dungeon louder than it did in the rest of the castle, which was why he didn't hear it at first.

He shuffled and rubbed his eyes until the thunder offered a reprieve long enough that he heard the distinct sound of muffled crying.

He picked his head up and saw you curled on the couch, a blanket nearly over your head.

As the next crack of lightning came, you cowered in fear and his feet moved before he could think of doing anything differently.

"Hey, hey" he said, coming to kneel in front of you.

As soon as you saw him, you sat upright and furiously wiped the tears from your face.

"Hey Enz!" you said with such manufactured cheerfulness that he briefly shook his head in confusion.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes searching your face in a way that was so earnest, it made your chin wobble again, but for a completely different reason.

"S-so sorry, I thought I was alone" you said, ignoring his question.

The storm cracked again and you jumped, eyes slamming shut.

"It’s s-silly to be scared, I know it's stupid, I'm f-fine" you lied.

He thoughtfully placed his hands on either side of your legs, deftly avoiding touching you as he met your eyes.

"You're sitting in the dungeon of a 1000-year-old castle in the middle of a storm that echoes in here loud enough to hurt my ears. Shit scares me too, all the time."

That made you pause, and now it was your turn to look confused as you took as shaky breath.

"No, but I shouldn't be crying, I'm sorry—"

"—Stop apologizing" he said, laughing quietly. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

You muffled a hiccup.

"But it's annoying when girls cry. And I know it's stupid to be afraid of storms."

He was genuinely baffled as he tried to say something before you interrupted him.

"Look, you don't always have to be so nice, Enzo. I know how guys think."

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes as he looked at you until it clicked, your fear, your words…

"Hold on, did-did your ex tell you you were annoying when you cried and stupid when you were afraid?" he whispered.

And just hearing the words from someone else's mouth made you realize how genuinely fucked up it was. You shrugged in defeat, at a loss for what to say in response as tears crowded your eyes again.

"Fucking hell" he said, forfeiting the effort to keep his distance as he sat next to you and pulled you into his arms.

You curled into him eagerly, nearly crawling into his lap, getting as close to him as possible and when the next flash of lightning came, he held you tightly against him and then rubbed your back as the thunder subsided.

"Did you ever hear about the time Theo's grandma ran from the cops?" he asked. "It's a great story."

You could tell he was trying to distract you and you let out a breathy laugh and shook your head as you sniffled.

He launched into the story, perfectly mimicking Theo's Italian accent in a way that had you laughing a little at first and then belly laughing by the end.

Enzo's deep voice continued to rumble beneath where your head rested just above his heart and between that sensation and the feeling of his warm arms around you, you fell into a deep sleep.

As you got heavy in his arms and he felt your warm breath against him he relaxed, relieved that you were okay. After a few minutes, you wound your arms further around him and snuggled into him, letting out a contended sigh.

He swallowed and let out a steadying breath as his insides churned, because this was going from wanting to pin you against every surface and kiss you until you forgot your own name to a whole hell of a lot more.

He'd hooked up with plenty of girls, but he couldn't ever remember holding a single one until they fell asleep.

Before long your warmth and the perfect way you held him, grasping his sweatshirt in your fingers like you never wanted to let him go coaxed him into a deep sleep of his own.

He dreamt of you, and he dreamt of the press of your warm lips to his cheek and when he woke up, he was alone.

At breakfast the next morning, you slid silently in beside him and bumped his shoulder in acknowledgement as you smiled up at him. He glanced down and smiled at you, quickly scanning your face and barely meeting your eyes but he didn't say anything, choosing instead to turn and talk to Blaise. Because even though falling asleep with you in his arms might have been the very best thing he could have wished for, after last night he finally understood that Pansy had been exactly right.

You had been hurt, you were still hurting, and you deserved someone a hell of a lot better than him on the other side of your pain. He was done trying to pretend like this could be something you both knew it couldn't, done trying to let himself dream a dream that would never come true.

Your heart sank.

And your insecurities grew.

Because despite the fact that you'd fallen asleep in Lorenzo's arms, head resting on his heart, fingers wound in his sweatshirt, things between you were still painfully platonic in a way that made your head spin.

“What’s the deal with Lorenzo?” you asked Pansy that afternoon, attempting to make it sound casual as you swiped your mascara in preparation for the boys’ quidditch match.

Her shrewd eyes shot to you. “What do you mean?”

“He’s ... hard to read.”

“That’s the infamous Berkshire charm. He’ll give you just enough attention to get what he wants and then he’ll ignore you like you never meant a thing to him. Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yeah, I guess…” you said, worrying your bottom lip, warring with the Lorenzo she described and the one you thought you knew.

“Why, did he do something?” she asked.

You laughed humorlessly. “No quite the opposite.”

Her eyebrow cocked.

“Pans, I’ve been laying it on thick and he won’t even give me the time of day. I-I think I’m broken” you said, your words and worries pouring out of you now.

“What if no one ever wants me again? What if I’ve lost my touch? I mean, I feel like all of your friends are completely blind to me. They’re sweet don’t get me wrong, it’s just not how you described them. And Enzo? I swear to the gods he and I are perfect and I don’t even mean that because I want to climb him like a fucking tree, which, of course, I do but... I'm catching feelings” you said, sighing as you blotted at the blossoming tears beneath your eyes to keep your fresh makeup intact.

She groaned and rubbed her forehead.

“Alright, alright, stop, please. Promise you won’t kill me?”

You sniffed and looked at her before your eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I threatened the shit out of them. They know that this” she said waving her hand around you “is strictly off limits.”

“Pansy!!!—” you moaned.

“—I didn’t want you coming here and having your heart shattered all over again!! Do you know how many girls have tried to come up to me to see if I could just talk to Theo or Enzo or Mattheo for them? It’s sickening, it’s a bloodbath, I wasn’t putting you through it!—”

“—So you’re saying I have a chance?!”

Pansy sighed, rolled her eyes, and let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling before speaking, resigned.

“I’m saying that if I gave Berkshire the greenlight... he’d probably propose.”

You let out a noise that was something between a squeal and a scream as you jumped up and down, your mind aflutter with the possibilities.

You looked down at your fitted t-shirt and jeans and then to her, bundled in Draco's team-issued quidditch sweatshirt and smiled.

The cold spring wind nipped at your cheeks, turning them a rosy red as you watched flashes of silver and green dip and dive, though your eyes lingered on Lorenzo.

You pulled the sleeves of his team-issued sweatshirt over your hands and huddled into the warm fabric, noticing more than a few sidelong glances and whispers at the sight of you wearing his name, which you pointedly ignored.

When they won the crowd was raucous in their celebration, humming with anticipation of the party to come and Pansy was no exception as she dragged you by the hand through the crowd.

"C’mon, I want to be the first to the keg—" she'd started.

"—Can I meet up with you, actually?" you asked as your eyes shot tentatively behind you to the locker room.

She shot you a scandalized look before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she said teasingly as she departed.

"That's a short list!" you shouted after her.

She flipped you off over her head.

You situated yourself just outside the locker room door. You could hear their music, their excited celebrations muffled though still palpable, like a spell. A few players trickled out here and there as you waited, the passing time giving you just enough opportunity to feel uncertain when the door creaked open again.

He was running his hand through his damp hair, his long strides quick and sure but he faltered to a stop when he saw you.

He noticed you were wearing the Slytherin green and silver, and was just thinking how good it looked on you when his stomach dipped and then dropped faster than it had all afternoon on his broom when he realized that it was his sweatshirt, his name you were wearing.

There was no way he could be normal about how that made him feel as his palms became clammy.

"Hey!" you greeted him enthusiastically as he approached you; you always lit up for him in a way he’d never get sick of. "That was awesome! You did great!" you said warmly as you moved toward him.

"Oh! M'sweaty" he protested, albeit weakly, as he felt your arms wrap around him and he pulled you closer.

For all the girls he'd hooked up with, none had ever waited for him after a match like this and certainly none of them had ever worn his name. He held you a little closer as his heart raced in a way that had nothing to do with the energy he'd just exerted.

He felt you press into him further and took that as his sign to let you go, resigned.

But you pulled back slowly pausing right as your noses brushed, your eyes twinkling at him as they sparkled and then drew down to his lips. He could feel himself start to sweat again, felt it drip down his neck, his back, as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it, hard.

“I—" his voice croaked and his palms squeezed your hips harder, cementing you in place and all you could think was bless this boy for being such a good listener.

“Pansy told me” you relented.

He pulled back further in an attempt to better read your expression.

“Abouuutttt?”

“What she said about me being firmly off limits?”

He eyed your face for any sort of a joke as he felt his adrenaline pumping.

“Please don’t fuck with me” he said, strong and forceful.

And then his eyes slammed closed and his face scrunched because he couldn’t look at you and think at the same time.

“Look, Panys’s right" he said. "You deserve a good guy, a really good guy and I don’t think I’m—"

You shifted against him and he felt your lips fall electric on his own. And whatever noble thought he’d been having dissipated at the warmth, the wetness, the faint taste of strawberries as he groaned and cupped your face with his hands and kissed you back hungrily moving his lips over yours again and again and again, consuming you as he pushed you into the wall betraying everything he’d held back, everything he’d dreamed about as his tongue rolled over yours and you squeezed him tighter. He kissed you hot and hard and desperate in a way that had you mindless, breathless.

His lips left yours and you panted, gasping, only to feel him trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, licking you, tasting you, then sucking hard enough to leave a mark in a way that made you shiver. You could feel him smile against you as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

Your eyes fluttered, lidded and glazed over completely.

“What if I don’t want a good guy?” you asked.

He was in love.

E P I L O G U E

Lorenzo's arm was wound tightly around your shoulders as he pushed the common room door open. The party was in full swing and he navigated deftly through the sea of bodies without ever letting you go until he found his friends.

Conversation stopped as they looked from your flushed cheeks to your smudged lip gloss, to the trio of hickies on your neck and finally to Lorenzo’s shit-eating grin and shining lips.

“Panys’s going to kill him. She’s going to fucking bury him” Mattheo muttered as he shook Theo beside him to get his attention.

“Hmm? Oh fuck” he said the second his eyes landed on you.

“This should be good” they whispered to each other as they eyed Pansy to see her reaction with bated breath.

But all she did was sigh and smile at you, and you smiled back.

“Wait, what!? Hang on!” Mattheo shouted as he began to argue with her about equal opportunities and unfair advantages.

Lorenzo reached into his pocket, fingering the coins there.

“Blaise?” he asked as each of the boys turned to him.

“With all due respect, which, of course, is none” he said before he leaned over and slammed the coins in Blaise’s hand.

“Fuck you.”

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[suugarbabe]

Would you carve my name into your flesh or are you not into true worship

[suugarbabe]

the way the first paragraph immediately made me gaga eyes over siri like *twirls hair and giggles*

hiiii, i love your writing so so much !! i know you don't do shy!reader too much, but could i please request a drabble akin to the vibes of the music drabble? where sirius and his introverted s/o are at a party and he helps draw her out of her shell? <33

hiya darling, thank you for requesting<33 believe it or not, i had a rather similar drabble abandoned in my drafts actually, so i just edited that for you xx

wc: 1.1k

cw: gn!reader, implied introverted or shy reader, friends to lovers, fresh relationship, physical intimacy, teasing, alcohol, fluff, reader pov

“You don't even like that stuff.”

Sirius’ voice over your shoulder startles you. Some flyaway strands fall into your vision as you lean your head back, your eyes searching for his. You are greeted with the sight of Sirius’ arms encasing the spot you’re hiding in on the sofa, his dark tattoos dancing up his biceps as they flex.

He grins at you, nodding at the wine glass you’re holding onto for dear life.

“Hi there,” you whisper. “What?”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he looks at you. “Are you struggling to hear because you’re anxious, or have you had too much to drink already?”

You almost shrink at that, looking around to see if anyone caught his confession on your behalf. Mary’s housewarming party continues on as if nothing had happened - possibly because nothing had - with all of your friends gathered in groups of three or more. There’s some calmer clusters, like the one Remus, Pandora and Regulus have formed, chatting idly over their glasses, while others are more typical party-esque, like Marlene and Barty currently partaking in a drinking contest.

Your eyes flicker back to Sirius, who has been patiently watching you. Before you could reply he whispers, “Just anxious, then. Don’t worry doll, they’re not watching. Not like that at least.”

He rounds the sofa to come sit beside you, his skirt riding up to show more of his lean thighs. You instantly lean into his side, seeking warmth – not necessarily in any physical sense, considering how cold he runs, but just the emotionally warming, soothing presence that is Sirius.

“I’m not anxious, just jittery,” you mumble, feeling found out. You take another sip of your glass of white wine, fighting back a grimace. “Trying to get into the party.”

He looks wildly entertained by you as he hums in faux agreement. “Do you know why I love parties, darling?”

You eye him curiously, a creeping sensation coming over you that you’re about to be made a joke of. The glint in his silver irises makes it impossible to be angry with him for that. “You’ve given me a hundred reasons over the years, I believe. Which one are you referring to now?”

With Sirius by your side, it was easier to find your footing enough to banter, a fact that always seemed to make him extra chuffed.

“The people,” he replies simply, grinning. “Now, I know those can be scary and intimidating. I also happen to know that at this party, the people are mostly folks you already love. And want to spend time with, yeah? Can’t do that from the corner of this sofa.”

Had he been anyone else, you might have saved by face by pressing your lips together and trying to summon the strength to face both the literal and metaphorical music. Alas, he isn’t. He is what you’re starting to properly realise is your Sirius.

So instead, you let out a small groan and abandon your wine glass on the table in favour of hiding your face in the junction between his neck and shoulder as his arm rests on top of the sofa behind you. His mouth is close to your ear when he barks a laugh at your antics, making your head swim with the noise of him quite pleasantly.

“I love it when you acknowledge I’m right,” Sirius brags. Even so, his hand sneaks up to rest safely against the small of your back, thumb drawing circles. “I mean, I always am of course, but I do so appreciate when you see it as well.”

“You’re not right, you just know me.” Your quarrel comes out not nearly as petulant as you intended. When your nose is flooded with the smell of his body wash and curl cream, you can’t ever truly have a gripe with him. 

Sirius apparently doesn’t feel like quipping back either. You feel yourself being further enveloped as he pulls you closer and presses his lips softly to your hairline. He wore his hair loose today, so his curls come down around you like a curtain, and you know that if you don’t act soon, you’re going to want to hide away in him forever.

You lean back slightly to look up at him. Your knees must be digging uncomfortably into his thighs in this position, but his face bears no sign of it.

“I do know you,” he murmurs, hand gliding over the back of your head before settling on the side of your neck. “Which is why I know you will have a great time if you ditch the poison you’re drinking in favour of one of the sugary ones I know you like, and come have a chinwag with your friends.”

Your lips curl up on their own accord at the tone in his voice. You’ll never understand how he can combine teasing and loving so effortlessly in a way that only ever hits the sweetest spots in you.

“You’re right,” you mumble, rolling your eyes half-heartedly at the wolfish grin he puts on at the words. “Sorry, I’m just overthinking again.”

Sirius furrows his brows. They’re such a beautifully stark contrast on his face – sleek, magnetic black against porcelain skin – that they almost distract you from what he says. 

“Now where did you get that idea from? Love, if you wanted to leave, I would carry you out the door myself. I just so happen to know that you love these twats as much as I do and would be disappointed if you went home without updating Moony on that book you’re reading.” His smile takes on a softer look as he brushes his thumb over your jaw. “Don't apologise. I don’t mind being the one to coax you out of your shell. I quite enjoy it, actually.”

You positively melt in his arms, feeling entirely safe and cared for in ways you could never have expected from your old friend turned lover. “You have a way with words, do you know that?”

“I’ve been told from time to time,” Sirius says flippantly, winking at you. “But all compliments sound sweeter coming from you.”

You throw a quick glance around you to check if anyone’s watching the two of you – old habit; one that clearly amuses Sirius – before leaning in to press your lips lovingly against his cold ones. Sirius smiles against you, kissing you back in that slow, measured way of his that makes your head spin.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, squeezing up and down your arms absentmindedly to ground you. “Come on, love, I’ll make you something you actually want to drink.”

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people are allowed to dislike one direction

no they are not