#🍰: 1k with patro!

[patrophthia]

Hi! Your Theodore Nott works are amazing so I was wondering if I could request something with grumpy!Theo. Maybe the reader is always laughing and just generally really happy and maybe Theo can't help but feel attracted to that sunny disposition and ends up just being annoyed by how much he likes it, idk just and idea.

Thank you for your work, it's absolutely amazing 🩷

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE IS MY JAM!!!! I GOT YOU!!

just fine | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff (duhhh), sunshine x grumpy, more of an extroverted reader

part of my 1k celebration event !

There's a few faults to you. You laugh too much, you talk too much, you're too nice, smile too bright, too bubbly, too friendly and Theodore likes you too much for his own good. 

Okay, maybe the last one is his fault rather than yours but it's getting irritating to see just how much you effected him by merely sparing a glance in his direction. Let alone, holding a full conversation with him. 

It's a nice Saturday afternoon, students bustling about as they climb up to the Quidditch pitch —it's going to be an intense match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, or so he heard. Blaise is leading the way for him and Pansy to follow, he signals for Theodore to sit and he does as told; you occupying the seat next to him just minutes after. 

You're cheering for Gryffindor, solely because you were friends with Potter and you're loud about it. Your thighs brushes against Theodore's, warm against the cool breeze and Theodore hopes that his ear doesn't betray him and flush up. 

You turn to him after a bit, moving your leg away to give him room as if you're afraid you've encroached his space. "Who are you cheering for?" 

"No one." In particular. Draco asked for him and the others to watch the game to study the other team's strategy seeing as he wasn't allowed to be here. "You're one of Potter's, fan girl?" 

"Not a fan girl," you corrected him with smile. "Just a friend." 

"Right," he huffs, turning back the game. From the corner of his eyes he could see you hesitating, probably wanting to make conversation; so —for the first time in his life, he tries to make small talk. "How're you liking the game so far?" 

It takes you a second to answer him, and he wonders what even possessed him to ask you this. Curse you and your weird magnetic pull. 

"It's fun," you tell him, gazing at him as you did so. "How're you?" 

He's slow when he replies. "Fine." Then as if he only realizes that you’re asking him how he’s enjoying the game rather than how he’s doing, he tries to save himself by adding: “enjoying it just fine.” 

And when you giggle at his words, seemingly have caught his slip up —yet, not bringing him up to save him from embarrassment. He decides that he likes you (not that this was new information to him). "Really?" 

Theodore nods. 

“That’s a shame,” you say, your tone is playful and there’s a teasing tilt to it. 

Theodore turns, and he meets you head on; there’s a blinding smile on your face, bright enough to render him blind if he were to look at you for too long, he decided. 

And so he turns back the pitch, ears perked up for your next words. “You should be having fun, Theo.” 

A hum is only the response you get, trying to play it cool as if his hand wasn’t clamming up at how he could still feel your eyes on him. Look away dammit. 

“How about we play a game?” You suggest after a minute. “I promise it’ll be fun.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he asks you: “what is it?” 

You’re smiling again, thighs brushing against his in your excitement. “We’ll make a bet. If Gryffindor wins you have to take me out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

“And if Ravenclaw wins?” 

A laugh bubbles out of you and he hates how it was second nature for him to look at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as your eyes glaze over with a sense of accomplishment. 

“If Ravenclaw wins then what happens?” He repeats. 

The smile on your face doesn’t leave, and Theodore hopes that it never does. “If Ravenclaw wins, I have to take you out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

He understands why you laughed now, why you found it so amusing when he asked what would happen just mere seconds ago. No matter the outcome of the game, he’d be spending the weekend with you. 

And he doesn’t mind it one bit. 

[patrophthia]

hi babes!!!, I saw your 1K follower event!! ( CONGRATS BTW!!! ), and I was wondering if I could get a fic based off of promise or bewitched by laufey for Theodore nott!!, I don’t really care which song you pick I literally love them both sooooo much!!, I was also wondering if you could make reader like a sunshine personality!, you don’t have too dew about it!!, only do it if you wanna!! <33, anyways that’s it please and thank you!, once again congratulations!!!!🫶🏻🤍,

( made this pink so it matches your theme! )

thank you sweetheart!!! for making it pink and everything and yes i love writing sunshine!readers and love love laufey,,, i went with bewitched bc promise makes me bawl my eyes out but here it is!!

you’ve bewitched me | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, new relationships!!, domestic fluff, it’s so sweet your teeth will rot, reader is mentioned to be shorter than theo

part of my 1k celebration event !

Theodore Nott is well aware of magic and Wizardry alike, he knows of charms and potions like the back of his hand. He knows the effect it might have on a person, how long it can last, and how it tastes —trust him on this, he’s had people slip love potions in his pumpkin juice countless of times before (he tried reaching out to the Professors for assistance but Snape only ended up putting students who looked at Theodore too weirdly into detention, didn’t really work though, seeing as he got slipped another potion a week later). 

But, since he knows it oh so well then why was he having the hardest time trying to come up with why he feels so drawn to you? Why he so incredibly desires you? And why does he miss you so much even when you’re still here, next to him, as you’re bidding him goodbye? 

You’re smiling at him, and it’s soft; it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet to him, it hurts his heart. He doesn’t want to let you go, and neither do you. But it’s getting late, and he knows you have an early class tomorrow —so does he. Your hands are in his; the both of you standing in front of your common room. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You say lowly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping painting. You’re caring, and Theo loves it. You’re good to the people around you, you’re good to him; and he wonders if you’ve casted a spell on his heart and head to make him think so highly of you. “Breakfast?” 

“Mhmm,” he hums first, nodding. “Breakfast,” he repeats after you, his hand not loosening its grip on yours. “I’ll see you at breakfast.” 

“You will,” you murmur. “Oh! And before I forget,” you say, slipping off your (well, technically his) jacket of your shoulders. “Thank you for this.” 

You nudge it over to him and Theodore doesn’t  make any move to take it. “Keep it,” he says, the position of the jacket is awkward —uncomfortable even, laying between your joint hands as it fell pathetically to the floor. He’s not letting go of you anytime soon, and neither is he accepting his jacket back either. “It looks better on you.” 

“But it’s yours,” you tell him and he’s stubborn, still not accepting it, “and if I keep it then it won’t smell like you anymore.” 

He tries to think straight, to stand his ground on how the jacket is yours now; but when your reason is so so (what’s the word?) endearing, how could he ever say no to you? 

So he finally lets go of your hand, picking the jacket up and tossing it over his shoulder as he hopes that you don’t notice just how badly he’s falling for you, how he’s practically falling apart as he stands before you right then and there. 

And when you smile at him, even brighter this time, with you going on your tippy toes as you did so. “Goodnight, Theo,” you say first, then you kissed him, so quick and so chaste that he barely get to savor you before pulling away. And when you tell him: “I promise to dream of you.” 

He can’t help but press his lips back onto yours, one, two, three, more times before finally letting you go. 

It’s when he watches you leave when he finally understands why he feels so completely drawn to you. You’ve bewitched him; through and through, and he could only hope that your curse will not wear off anytime soon. 

— from bee: theodore nott makes me SICK to stomach,,, i want him so bad

[patrophthia]

hii! I really loved your stories! can you write something about theo×hufflepuff again? I don't have any preferences, whathever comes to you mind (well maybee some enemies/don't like each other at the begging haha) thank u))

wanted to do rivals to lovers but i failed, like really badly so here’s just fluff with theo envying reader a teensy bit

make it make sense | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, meet cute, established relationships, tasm reference (just cuz)

part of my 1k celebration event !

You and Theodore makes no sense. Not to your friends, not to his friends, not to anyone —Merlin, not even yourselves. 

How the two of you got today is and will always be a story Theodore could never wrap his head around. 

At first glance, the two of you are direct opposites. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin made absolutely no sense at first sight. And it’s exactly what he thought when his feelings towards you —which were, at first, resentment and envy (you were doing better in classes than he was and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him) turns to fascination, and maybe even adoration. 

Not in a weird way, of course. Not in a way where he’d stare at you from across the room where you’re sitting, chatting with your friends with a pretty on your face before accidentally meeting his eyes and making him avert his gaze kind of way. Or well —maybe it was. You were beautiful, can you blame him?

Not only were you beautiful, you were also kind. So incredibly kind, hardworking, and your sense of justice is so strong you knocked him off his feet. Literally. 

The first time he talked to you —really talked to you— was when you body slammed him to the ground whilst chasing someone who’d had picked on your friend. It sounds cliche and sometimes, when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you; he deflects it by joking about how you ‘fell’ for him. 

You were quick to pick yourself up off of him, eyes wide as you helped him back to his feet with repetitive apologies. “I’m sorry, I really should’ve looked where I was going but I was so worried that he’d get away (and he did) that I bumped into you.

Are you okay though? Should I bring you to the infirmary? What’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Theodore fixes his attention on you. “I’m fine, let’s not bother Madam Pomfrey about this,” he says first, then he glances between you and your fingers, eyes glinting with ridicule, “Zero.” 

He’s messing with you. That’s . . . A relief. Unless he actually couldn’t tell that you’re holding up fo—

“Four,” he tells you anyways, he then adds. “Nott.” 

“What?” 

“My names Nott.” He tells you. 

And you smile at him. You’re kind enough to smile at him even when he’s coming off as a bit of an arse to you, you still smile at him. “Oh I know,” you say, “just wanted to make sure you knew it too.” 

He blinks at you. Slowly. So slow that it almost resembles a cat’s blinking. “Well, I do.” 

“Good.” He’s still looking at you. And you’re still looking at him. Neither of you wanting to go back to your separate lives just yet. “Are you seeing anyone?” 

Theodore wills himself to not show any real reaction to your words, only keeping stoic as he answers. “I’m not,” he says, “are you asking to make sure I knew it too?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “I just wanted to know.” 

And you leave. So suddenly that Theodore has to stare at your leaving figure for a good three minutes before finally pulling himself back together. 

So maybe the two of you made no sense being with one another, but it’s been like that from the start —how you left him standing there will forever be a core memory for him— and he’s more than just content to be in love with you now. And if he’s being honest, does things making sense matter when you’re in love? 

Not in his books. 

[patrophthia]

Hey beeeeeeee!!!

Decided to join the 1k followers eventtt!! Oh and congrats on 1k!!

Can I request a Theodore Nott x fem!reader fic based on the prompt "but... I thought you loved me" fluff pls

Sorry if it's super vague xx Thank youuu!!

ps: happy endinggg

Love you and your work 😍

HI BABES!!!! thank you for sending this end and im sorry it took so long ive been a bit busy with school work!! but here it is!!

thought you loved me | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, just crack/humor, chaotic reader!

part of my 1k followers event !

You're weird. Not in a way where you'd randomly stand up on a table and scream weird. But more like convincing people that you were your boyfriend and him you weird. Like asking Theodore if he'd like to drink Polyjuice portions and switch bodies with you for a day just for the shit and giggles weird. 

He thought he knew what he signed up for when he started dating you but it seemed like you find new ways to surprise him everyday. 

The two of you are standing in the middle of a shop, looking over all the ingredients one would need for the Polyjuice with a hovering hand over each container. "Why not?" 

"Because it's ridiculous," he says easily. "Not to mention the potion is extremely time consuming to brew." 

"If you're worried about that then I'd do all the work," you tell him, "just give me a hair then spend the day with me as me!" 

He tries to be stern. "Baby," he says first, trying to soften the blow; Theodore wasn't the biggest on pet names only ever using it to convince you to not do something stupid. "No." 

"No?" You repeated after him. "But I thought you loved me?" 

You're evil. You're weird and evil. For you to play with his heart knowing full well he'd give in to because of such simple words is just plain evil. "I do love you, just not enough to let you freely walk in my body."

Your brows furrows, you absentmindedly handing over a basket of ingredients into Theodore hands. "Why not?"

"Cause I know you." He takes it without a word. "You'd probably sign me up for something time consuming and I'd have to spend the rest of year with it." 

Okay. Fair point. If given the chance you'd probably —definitely— do something like that if you'd found it funny enough to do. "Okay," you sigh, feigning upset. "If you didn't love me just say that." 

"Babyyy." Theodore whines. He actually whines. Because he's so love with you and he knows that once you've set your mind on something, you were going to get it no matter what you had to do. "I love you, I just don't want to be you." 

"Oh so now you hate me too?" You scoff, biting back a laugh when Theodore shuts his eyes at your words. "I see how it is." 

He opens one eye back up, peeking at you. Your eyes meet, the corner of his lips curving upwards as did yours. "Fine," he says finally, "I'll drink your stupid potion." 

You don't have enough time to celebrate when he adds: "but I'm brewing the thing myself. I love you but I'd rather not die because you brewed it improperly." 

And seeing that Theodore was the top of the class in potions, who were you to disagree with your very intelligent boyfriend?

[patrophthia]

congrats for the 1K!! would love to read a fic where reader has been loosing her vaseline lip therapy boxes and she asks theo where it’s gone, he says he doesnt know abt them but he took some 2 see why reader likes it sm & now hes obsessed aswell 🥹 thx uu

hi omg thank you! i always see you on my notifs and am so glad you finally sent in an ask!!!

dirty little liar | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, shy theo and he’s so cute about it

part of my 1k celebration event !

Theodore Nott (your beloved boyfriend) is a dirty little liar. He wasn’t a good liar at the start of your relationship, and he sure as hell wasn’t one now; sitting pretty on the Slytherin’s common room sofa with his bag a few inches away from him, the flaps open after his attempts at pulling out a quill.

You’re slightly frustrated when you find him, brows furrowed as you scan your surroundings for the small tub you’ve grown so fond off. “Theo, have you seen my lip therapy?”

Theodore cocks his head at your words, feigning cluelessness as to what your ‘lip therapy’ was. “No?” He supplies, sounding unsure of himself.

You don’t really think too much of it though, this was the third time this week you’ve asked him this very question. Each time pretending as if he doesn’t know what it was you’re looking for.

“Are you sure?” You ask again with a slight disappoint glint in your eyes.

He hesitates, wanting to let up yet he’s played this game for too long to let loose of it so easily. “Mhmm,” he hums.

You sigh, taking a seat besides him on the sofa. Your thigh bumps into his bag slightly, knocking out the contents within its pocket. You frown a bit, picking up the items that spills out of it.

Gum. Quill. A few sickles. Eye drops. Another quill. Vaseline lip therapy.

Wait, Vaseline lip therapy?

You hold the small container in your hand, looking up at Theodore suspiciously to only find him looking back at you with a sheepish smile. You have half the mind to throw it at his face and call him a filthy liar while the other half of you want to shut down and take in the utter betrayal from your boyfriend’s actions. Instead, you stay calm and ask him to: “explain yourself.”

Theodore bites the corner of his cheeks, eyeing the tub in your hand carefully. “Uhm— you’ve always had it— it was always laying around, and I knew you used it so kept it for you.”

“You kept it for me?” You ask him, untrusting. Theodore nods. “Then why did you say no when I asked you if you’ve seen it.”

He’s dead. Not figuratively. He just really fucked up, didn’t he? “I forgot?” As if it couldn’t have gotten worse, he gives you the worst lie you’ve ever heard.

“Right.” You’re nodding, and he thinks he might actually get away with it. But things are never that easy, is it? “Tell me the truth or we’re through.”

Surely, you don’t mean— nope, your face is too stern for you to be bluffing. He’s shy when he answers you truthfully: “you’re always using it I just— I wanted to know why you liked it so much so I tried it and just forgot to place it back where I found it.”

“And the other two?”

“Malfoy and Zabini saw me using it and stole it for themselves,” he grunts, clearly annoyed by his friends behaviors. You laugh and he’s the one to frown now. “What?”

“Nothing,” you giggle, “you’re just cute.”

The tip of his ears singes red, cheeks heating at your words. “So you’re not mad at me?”

You laugh again, rolling your eyes playfully as you tossed the small container in his direction. He catches it with ease, eyes shifting between you and the tub. “Just mad enough to remind you that you owe me three of these little replacements.”

When you stand up, his dark eyes are still on yours; lips jutting out slightly as your warmth slips away from the sofa where you sat mere seconds ago. And when you lean down, placing a short kiss on his lips (one he was quick to return) out of pity, you can’t help but comment on how it: “seems like the stolen products were doing its job.”

— from bee: i need to apologize for long it took me to write this, im really sorry bae omg TT

[patrophthia]

Hi! I love your writing and so I was wondering if I could request something with Theo Nott based on the song The Party by Maisie Peters maybe? It's ok if you're not interested. Thank you <333

thank you for liking my writing!!! i’ve never actually heard of this song so thank u for introducing me to this banger it’s so cuteeee (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

you’re my favorite comic | theo n.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships!! childhood friends to lovers, reader refers to slytherins as the enemy, happy couple stuff, there’s scorpius too

part of my 1k celebration event !

There’s a few way Theodore remembers you, all of which seems to be memories of when he decided he felt something for you. 

Like, for example, when you were four, sitting down besides him with your ankles in your laps, heart in your hands with your eyes focused on him as he read you a story you couldn’t comprehend. 

He’s four too but he’s a cool four year old —this is what he told himself, seeing as he was the only four year old he knew who could read— who decided then that you were a friend, and that you’d always be his friend until he’s all old and wrinkly, and you pruning as you listened to him read you your new favorite book —he could only hoped you never learn how to read. 

He remembers you well when you’re both sixteen, standing under the quidditch pitch as you scowl at Malfoy a few feet above you. “I can’t believe you’re with the enemy.” 

And Theodore stifles a laugh, forever finding it amusing how his best friend (Draco Malfoy), and his child hood best friend (also known as someone he’s been fancying for the longest time) were both quidditch captain for the opposing team. “Technically you’re the enemy.”

“Well you better stop fraternizing with the enemy then,” you snickered, eyeing the Slytherins practicing from below. “You’re going to look real bad when Malfoy finds out.” 

“Finds out what? That we’re friends?” He retorts uninterestedly. 

“No,” you replied, “that you’re in love with me.” You say it so causally that he chokes, Theodore actually chokes up on his spit that you have to run a calming hand down his back. “Don’t worry about it. I’m in love with you too. Have you ever wondered why I’ve turned down every person who’s asked me out?” 

Theodore composes himself then. “I just thought you weren’t interested.” 

“I wasn’t interested because they weren’t you,” you say, pulling out your wand and handing it over to him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with the enemy.” 

And as you leave —as if you didn’t just admit that you’ve known that he’s loved you this entire time— with your wand in his hand, Theodore decides you’re as unpredictable as they come; and that if you were a cartoon, you’d always be his favorite comic. 

And he remembers —well, promise to remember you now, with a hand pressed against the small of your back and the Malfoys a few feet behind the two of you; thanking you for coming to their small dinner party and being the last one to leave by helping them clean up, did Theodore decide that he wants to marry you. 

You’re sat at the passenger seat, fussing over your hair through the tiny mirror; a small pout is prominent as you sigh. “I can’t believe you let me go out looking like this.” 

Theodore spares a glance at you, not spotting a single thing wrong with you. “Like what?” 

“My hair is a mess, Theo.” 

To him, you’re stressing out over nothing. But he loves you, and he knows you well enough to understands that it’s not like that for you. So he tries his hardest to reassure as best as he could. “Your hair looks fine. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all night, baby. Don’t be so harsh on yourself.” 

You’re quiet for a second, before: “so you think baby Scorpius is ugly?” 

Theodore is baffled, bewildered by you as he struggles to come up with a respond. “That’s not what I said.” 

“But if I’m the most beautiful thing then you think Scorpius is not as good looking then?” 

“Scorpius is a baby,” Theodore sighs. “He looks like a sack of potatoes.” 

And when Theodore couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed by your dramatic scandalized gasp at his words; he knew he was in it for the long run. 

[patrophthia]

can u pls right about Theo and the reader. it is like prom night and she looks so pretty and Theo wants a kiss from her but, they aren't official yet so, yeah. but, she gives in the end. ty!! and Congo!!!

first kiss with theo are you kidding me?!? this is so cuteeeee

ditto | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, (kinda) established relationships, first kisses !!!

part of my 1k celebration event !

Coming to the dance with you is a bad idea. Why he even agreed to come is a mystery in the first place. He had never been one for balls or dances a like, with its loud music and crowded rooms; he’d much rather just stay at home with a good book and his cushioned bed. 

But you’ve asked of him to be here with you, as your date, and when he’s so so incredibly enamored by you. How could he ever say no? 

And now, as he stands before you, with your hands over his shoulders and his resting on your waist. Your eyes shut as you laugh at a lame joke he’d made, the sound resonating through your chest tugging at his heart string as you did so. He thinks that he’s never seen anyone as pretty as you. 

And it’s devastating, to think so —to know so, to know that within the last decades of his life, he’s only just now seeing someone like you. And he’s so incredibly lucky to be able to call you his, or at least officially do so in a few minute time. 

Your eyes open back up and your nose crinkles as you notice him staring at you. “What?” You ask. “Is there something on my face?” 

He tries to stop himself, he really did. He knows how cheesy it’d sound and how much you’d tease him for saying it but he says it anyways. “Just beauty.” 

And when you scrunch your nose, face contorting in disgust at his lame pick up line. He finds himself smiling at you. “Boo,” you say first, “stop saying things like that or we might actually have to break up.” 

“This early?” 

You’ve been going two months top, never having made it officials with labels and such but it’s clear that the two of you liked each other very much. Especially when one of you eyes the others lips for way too long. 

Just like how you’re eyeing his right now. “Mhmm.” 

He juts his lips out in a pout, and you don’t even bother to hide the fact that you’re staring at him. “That’s way too early don’t you think?” 

“Maybe?” You murmur, still swaying to the music. “But I’ve never been one for cheesy pick up lines so you’d have to make it up to me.” 

He’s soft when he’s with you, hands rubbing against the plush of your waist through your dress. “How can I do that?” 

“Tell me that you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.” 

It takes him a second, but then: “ditto.” 

And when he leans in his first, lowering himself so you wouldn’t strain your neck as your lips met his, he realizes he’s completely consumed by you; the taste of your lips, the feel of you in his hold, the scent of you, you were quite literally everything to him. 

And he’s so so glad that he’s your. 

[patrophthia]

congrats on 1k!!! could i pls request tom riddle and making him genuinely laugh for the first time? i love ooc soft tom😍

thank u!! we love OOC soft tom in this household!!

it’s not funny, riddle | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle X reader

genre: OOC SOFT TOM RIDDLE!!!! BC ME AND ANON LOVE HIM!!! prefect!reader

part of my 1k celebration event !

On the rare occasions where Tom was spotted with a real and genuine laugh, it had always been when there was something involving you. 

It's almost second nature by now, a lore of some sorts within the students (and Professors) of Hogswart to expect to find you doing something absolutely embarrassing —or ridiculous— if they were to ever hear a very specific laughter echoing down the hall. 

It's full and warm, a sound coming straight from the chest and it's as infectious as it comes. A smile is barely containable whenever you hear it and it so so so unlike his normal laugh —one so charming no one dared pointed out that it was clearly faked, perfected in a way where he seemed poised and well put together. 

He's not falling apart when he laughs then and he's as handsome as he always is. But when he's really laughing, his head falls back, his eyes squints shut as his nose crinkles, dark hair caressing against his hurting cheeks. When he opens his eyes back up, they're glinting under the light and he's practically shining when he looks at you. 

And you remember that look well, so so well, ever since it first happened. 

It's the first snow of the year when it happened, you're patrolling the halls with Tom when you first spotted it. And through your excitement, you eagerly ran out of the door not realizing just how ill prepared you were for it. 

Your shoes where the flimsiest pair of slippers one could find —and in your defense, it was because someone (you won't call out who exactly) had set for you to patrol the halls at five A.M in the morning and you hadn't exactly think to put anything proper on save for your school robes. 

So, with you in your pajamas and slippers —your Hogswart robes over them— you ran into the snow, too excited to remember that you're endangering yourself by doing so. And once you finally realize it, it's far too late seeing as you're already halfway down. 

You butt lands on the snow first, the rest of your body just seconds after it. And right before you could fully process everything that happened mere seconds ago, a loud infectious laugh breaks out through the morning air. 

You ease yourself up onto your arms, searching for the source of laughter only to find the Headboy —and your patrol partner, hunched over by the corridor's many openings as his arm covers his mouth, muffling his laughs; eyes shining at you. 

"It's not funny, Riddle," you say first, practically huffing at him as you try to bring yourself back up only to lose your balance once more. Tom doubling over with laughter at your actions. "Help me!" 

He tries to stop himself, he really did; but the sight of you on your ass, shivering against the white snow with your pajamas pants peaking through your robes where too amusing for him. He composes himself, mouth shut as he makes his way over to you. "You're ridiculous." He snickers with a smile. "Absolute idiot." 

He offers you a hand, and though you understand he was only merely teasing you with his remarks. You can't help but take the opportunity to pull him down with you, his face falling straight into the cold snow as you did so. 

You're the one laughing now, watching as he push himself up, his cheeks flushed from the cold snow as he scowls at you. You only giggle harder at his expression. "You're so cute like this." 

He doesn't take it well, a hand grabbing at the snow underneath him before it lands right above your chest. Your eyes widened at the sudden hit, hands moving quicker than your mind did. 

Safe to say Professor Mcgonagall wasn't too happy to find the two people she trusted to keep students in check in the early mornings in a snow ball fight. 

Especially when one of them is in their pajamas and the other in their school uniforms.

— from bee: OOC tom you’ll always be iconic

[patrophthia]

Hi! How are you doing? Congrats on the 1k!!!!

I was wondering if it would be alright if I please requested Tom getting jealous because the reader spends so much time with Nagini?

hello, i’m good! thank you for sending this in cutie!!

untitled | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships, OOC tom, he’s a big baby basically

part of my 1k celebration event !

There’s a few pros to introducing you to Nagini.

One: Tom knows without a doubt that Nagini will keep you safe —not that he doesn’t trust you to do it but that it’s always better to be extra careful when it comes to your well being.

And two: Nagini pesters Tom less now that she has you.

Although, Tom’s starting to think of it as more of a con rather than a pro now. Seeing as she’s got you wrapped around her; literally.

You’re sat on Tom’s bed, posture careful as Nagini settles herself around you, her head poking through your hair. You’re talking to her, not paying heed to the head boy sat a few inches away from you.

It’s when Nagini nuzzles her face against yours that Tom decided that he had enough. Grabbing at Nagini with a huff, his movements fast and gentle at the same time; careful not to hurt his companion.

He picks her up and hurriedly makes his way out the door before placing her down just outside of it. “Stop stealing my girlfriend,” he murmurs in parseltongue, leaving you more than just confused on what was going on. “Find someone else to hog.”

And with a final hiss from Nagini, Tom shuts the door before turning to face you. He tries to keep his face stern, looking poise and perfect as he gazes at you but the small pout slips through nonetheless.

“What’s wrong, you big baby?” You say with a teasing tilt in your voice, eyeing him carefully as he made his way back to you. “Did Nagini do something?”

He doesn’t answer you; instead sitting down next to you as close as possible as he asks you. “If Nagini and I were drowning, who’d you save first?”

You think for it for a split second. “Both of you can swim.”

“The question is theoretical,” he quips with a roll of his eyes, “you’re smart enough to know that it’s a question on whom you care for more. So, in these drastic situations, who’d you save; me or Nagini?”

Conversations like this were stupid. Tom, for all his brilliance, had a knack for asking you stupid things. It’s one of the cons of dating the lad, good thing his pros out way his cons, you suppose.

“Neither,” you tell him, “I’d much rather save my time.”

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Hi queen, and congrats! I’m in my Sirius era so maybe a fic with him and literally any trope/idea you have (although I have to admit I love e2l)

Anyways, congratulations again 💞

babe i’m always in my sirius era so i GET you and i love e2l so i (hopefully) GOT you too!! and thank u!!!

just kiss already! | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: silly banters, not exactly enemies to lovers but they’re bickering and bantering with each other (except one is in love with the other)

part of my 1k celebration event !

If you had a galleon for every time Sirius Black disagreed with you on something you’d have about just enough to build your own Hogswart. It was all in good fun at first, playful banters between the two quidditch announcers until the quote unquote ‘banter’ made its way into your day to day left rather than it staying within the announcer’s booth. 

“What?” You don’t have to glance at him to know that Sirius had slid into the sit opposing you, not caring that you’ve been saving it for a friend of yours. “What is it this time?” 

You know what he’s going to say by how casually he’d plop himself down. It had started this way, you sliding up to him as naturally as you could as you ask him in aiding you commentate this year’s quidditch matches seeing as the old announcer was your ex boyfriend and you’d much rather die then work with him again. 

And Sirius was popular enough to make people want to listen to what he had to say, plus he’s well aware of the rules in quidditch through his friendship with the Gryffindor’s team captain. He was the perfect candidate then, and maybe you’re regretting your decision now (just maybe). 

“I need a favor from you,” he says easily; a sly smile creeping onto his handsome face when you finally look at him, “I need you to do this weekend’s match alone.” 

“You want me to commentate the final match of this season alone?” You ask him, tone ridiculing. Everyone who knew anything about sport knew how stressful the finals are, and when you’re two teenagers commentating on the school final match with nothing but magic as your helper, you’re going to need all hands on deck. “Do you hear yourself?” 

A hand finds it’s way into his curls, tossing it slightly as he tried to come up with a reply. “I have a good reason.” 

“It better be,” you snickered. “I’m seconds away from hexing your arse into announcing the match with me.” 

“It’s well—” he pauses, seemingly nervous for once. “—I have a date.” 

“That’s your reason?” You scoff, ignoring the weird pang in your chest. Sirius Black is handsome, you know that, the whole school knew that; he’s always been desirable —and, in your eyes, incredibly annoying. So how anyone could want to be with him —despite his good look, and honestly charming personality— is a mystery to you. “You’re missing the match to get your dick wet?” 

He tears his eyes away from you, breaking contact as he looks to the side. “When you put it like that it’s . . .”

“It’s what?” You’re annoyed and he could sense it. “It’s a stupid reason to miss the most important match this season that your best friend is playing?” 

Sirius is quiet for once in his life. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him this quiet —probably being eaten up by his own feelings, and he looks so . . . guilty you almost almost feel bad for him. 

“You know what?” You say after a while, grey eyes meeting yours once more. “Just do whatever you want, I don’t care. I don’t know why I’m still holding out hope that you’d do the one thing I’ve asked of you to do. ” 

And maybe his date cancelled on him, or James Potter said a few not so kind words about how it’s utter betrayal to not be there for him during the finals; or maybe, just maybe, your words got to him. 

Leaving you more than just surprised to find him already sat at the announcer’s booth when you arrive. You sit down besides him, not daring to look at him seeing as the last time you did look at him, you’d told him that you’ve been expecting something from him and he’s only disappointed you since. 

So you waited until the game start, siding with the team he was naturally opposed to. It was second nature by now, for him to always support whichever team you didn’t (even if it was his own house). 

“It looks like Prongs spotted the snitch,” Sirius says, ignoring you when you corrected him that ‘Prongs’ should be referred to as ‘Potter’ in these settings, “if you’d stop telling me what to do maybe someone would be seeking for you. Merlin, knows you made everyone around your miserable enough.” 

There’s a few audible gasps from the audience, even fewer laughters finding amusement in the word ‘seeking’ being used in a quidditch pitch in entirely different contexts. The audience are used to your banters by now, though those had always been playful without this —this, underlying pretense of light heartedness. 

Sirius had meant something hostile with his words, and every could sense it. 

Which is why the Seekers of each team only stop what they’re doing to look at you when you retorted. “I didn’t ask for you to be here, go be with your date and stop being an ass to me, Black. I’m getting real tired of you.” 

“Of course, you didn’t ask to be here. You only said those things where it’s oh so clear you’re upset with me knowing full well I can’t stand seeing you be mad at me.” His remark is quick, racing out of his mouth just mere seconds after your words. “You’re getting tired of me? Merlin, knows I’m getting real tired of constantly worrying about how you’re feeling.” 

He’s not looking at you, his hands curled up into a fist besides the microphone, clearly frustrated with something. 

You’re scoffing now. “And why are you constantly worrying about how I’m feeling? We’re not friends, Black. I’ve never once asked you to be my friend, let’s not play pretend here.” 

“I’m not playing pretend,” he snaps. “You and I both know that we don’t have to be friends for me to care about you.”

“You care about me?”

“Oh Merlin. Are we really doing this right now?” There’s a shout from the pitch, and the voice so distinct that you don’t have to even look to know that it was the one and only James Potter screaming at you. “Yes. Yes, he does! Now just kiss already and let’s get back to the match!” 

You don’t say another word, and neither does Sirius as the audience waited with bated breath to see whether you’d actually kiss. But, unlike everyone else, Professor Mcgonagall seems to actually have some sense within herself to step in and direct the attention back to the match. 

And if she spotted the two announcers slipping away during the break, she doesn’t find enough sense in herself to stop them from doing so. 

— from bee: i got so carried away this ended up at 1.1k words oops

[patrophthia]

UR WRITING IS SO INSANELY GOOD you should so totally write more sirius x reader being domestic🤞🤞

YOURE TOO KIND!!? and yes domestic sirius is so bf it’s sick

hello kitty clips | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: fluff (yeah it’s me what did we expect), established relationships, they love eachother!!!

part of 1k celebrations event !

Sirius hips bumps into yours as you stood by his side, his hand gloved up as he focuses on the dishes in front of him.

“Hey, Sirius?” You say first, wiping away at your dishes with a dry cloth before placing it to the side. 

“Hmm?” He hums, lifting his head up slightly to look at you; a curl falling into his face and you try not giggle as he paws at it. Finally giving up and accepting his faith as someone blinded by their hair. “What is it, my love?” 

You set your cloth down, patting away any wet residue you might have on your hand as you did so. “Look at me,” you murmur and he does as told, turning to look at you with a grey eye. “I’ll pin it back for you.” 

He lets out a noise of agreement, letting you sweep his hair to one side before pinning it back with a Hello Kitty hair clip James had gotten him as gift —it was supposed to be a joke, but with his hair growing longer everyday, it had become one of the most useful thing he owned. 

“Thank you,” he tells you, leaning to press a noisily wet kiss on your cheek as you picked your cloth back up. “Now what were you going to say, sweetheart?” 

You wipe at your cheek, finding his smirk irritating —he knew you hated these messy kind of kisses which was why he’d always annoyed you by doing so, it was his love language for you. “I was going to use a pick up line on you,” you tell him, “but never mind.” 

Sirius lets out a chuckle. “We’ve been together for years and you still want to use pick up lines on me?” He teases. “You love meeeee.” 

Sirius’ finishing up the dishes with you putting them in their rightful spot to his side, the night is quiet; save for the bickering between the two of you and he wondered how many lives he saved in his past lives  to be able to be with you in this one. 

He doesn’t dwell on it though, only smiling at you; canines showing as you —in your own way— confirmed that you loved him just as much as he loves you. “Unfortunately.” 

[patrophthia]

congrats on 1k girl! 🎉

could i please request charms professor!reader x remus ?

remus comes back to teach at hogwarts and they meet again after having had crushes on each other back in school and reader and severus are kinda friends since they work together and maaaybe remus gets a little sad/jealous :(

but not too sad still super cute sorry if this is too much or doesn't make sense!

omg i haven’t written remus in so long,,, jealous remus has a chokehold over me it’s no good

it’d be an honor | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

genre: fluff, meddling weasley twins!!

part of my 1k celebration event !

Remus knows that it's wrong for him to look at you this way, to even dare to think of you in this way when it's been oh so long since it happened.

And though his Hogswart days has long passed, his feelings for you never really did. Especially since he's been seeing you almost every weekend when the Potters get your friend group together for dinner and you'd —without fail— stick to his side the entire night. He knew you reciprocated his feelings then, now though? Maybe not so much.

Remus also knows that you're friends with Severus —has been ever since you've gotten your job as the Charms Professor, and though he understood —through and through— that the two of you were only friends, he can't help but feel his stomach drop whenever you'd smile at Severus a little too bright for his liking.

But he digress, you were only his friends and he has no right to feel jealous over something as ridiculous as this.

"You'll like him, Professor!" A voice insisted, tone nagging as Remus turned around a corner. "He's funny!"

"For the last time Fred," you sighed exasperatedly, catching Remus' eyes as you did so. Remus raise a questioningly brow at you, only for you to shake your head in return. "No."

Remus doesn't mean to pry, but the look on George and Fred's face reminded him too much of his two best friends —both of which were related to the Weasley's might he add! That he had to chirp in. "No to what?"

George grins brightly, "a date! Can you believe her? She's turned down ten very good looking men (They'd asked for Ginny and Hermione's approval before presenting them to you) just for Professor Snape."

"First of all, Snape is a fun person to be around." There's that pit in his stomach again, threatening to swallow him up and spit him back out. "Secondly, he's my friend. And thirdly, if you're this insistent on trying to find me a date then do it sometimes after your OWLs, I don't want you to waste your time on this instead of studying."

The twins laughs loudly, finding it hilarious that you thought they'd study for OWLs —they did end up studying at the end of the year, but they have a few months left and wanted to use it for something more fun. "Do you like Professor Snape, Professor?"

You choke, baffled at the question. "No, what gave you that impression?"

"Well you're quick to defend him," Fred says.

"And you're always with him," George adds.

Then simultaneously: "Excuse us for assuming that you fancied him."

"I don't fancy Severus," you sigh. And Remus tries not to make it obvious just relief he felt by those words. "I'm just not interested in dating right now."

"Hmm," Fred hums thoughtfully, "how about Professor Lupin then?" He's looking over at Remus now, glossing over the second portion of your retort. "Do you fancy him?"

"He's my friend, Fred."

"That wasn't his question," George says, smirking. "Bloody hell, you do like him!"

Childish. That's what this conversation was. Still, Remus can't find it in himself to not get excited by the twins next words. "Professor Lupin, are you free this weekend?"

Remus turns to look at you, noting how you're avoiding his eyes as he did so. "No, why?"

"Would you like to go on a date?"

You're peeking at him from below your lashes and he pretends not to know that you're doing so by glancing between the twins instead.

"With?"

"Oh but with this lovely, Professor. Of course!" Fred says dramatically, making jazz hands on your left side while George did the same from your right. "What do you say, sir?"

"It’d be an honor.”

[patrophthia]

hi there lovely!

Congrats on 1k!! I was wondering if you could do a regulus black x slytherin!reader where it’s just them messing around and being a chaotic duo! No worries if not.

omg this is a bit later ive been a busy but i’m here!! this idea is so cute eeeee

meowtoos | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff (ofc), humor (or at least my attempt at it), crack

part of my 1k celebration event !

Regulus knows you well enough to no longer be phased by what you had planned. So when you demanded his arm upon meeting him at breakfast, a bottle of water and —what looked like, parchment paper (he soon finds out that it’s just temporary tattoos)— he lets you take it without question. 

You’re wiping at his arm, finding a spot just below where his bicep meets his elbows; your brows are concentrated, tongue poking out slightly as you focus on your work. “Okay, run the story back to me.” 

“We’ve been friends for years,” he sighs, a hand reaching to push your hair back when he realizes it was falling in front of your face, “over the summer you took me a cat cafe where I told you that my mother is planning to have me betrothed to someone else and you confess your love to me.” 

“And?” You look at up him, eyes meeting. “What else happened?” 

“I told you I loved you back and we got matching tattoos to commemorate that moment,” he finishes. Watching as you gently place stencil of an orange cat on his arm, he stills himself, hoping that it’ll be easier for you. “The tattoo is of course a cat, not because it was the only temporary tattoo that you could find but because we confessed our love at a cat cafe.” 

“Of course.” Dabbing the stencil with a wet cloth before ultimately pulling it apart, watching as an orange rag doll dries up on Regulus’ arm. “And when the tattoo fades?”

“When the tattoo fades we break up,” he says, watching as you place on exact replica of his ‘tattoo’ on your wrist, “do you want me to break up with you or you with me?”

“How about we have someone intervene?” You ask him, eyes glinting mischievously. 

He doesn’t like the idea very much, but you’re his friend. And he likes you, very much. So he entertains your idea. “Who do you have in mind?” 

“Do you think Rosier would help me break up with you?” You ask him. “Or Crouch?” 

“Crouch fancies you,” Regulus says off-handly; taking over your ‘tattooing’ process. “I’m pretty sure Rosier’s also in love with you as well. All and all they’d be pretty happy to help you break up with someone.” 

You can’t help but giggle at his words. “You think your two closest friends are in love with me? Are you serious, right now?” 

Your eyes meet for a brief second and neither of you bother to hide your smiles at the oh so obvious joke. “I am,” he says instead, smile still there, “I know them well enough to know how they think.” 

“Okay,” you say first; Regulus hands are soft, grazing against your skin as he dabs a wet cloth over your stencil, staying still for a second as he waits for it to transfer over to your skin. “Give me a reason why you think they’re in love with me.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he says: “well for one you’re pretty.” And then, he adds. “And for two, you’re stupid enough to think convincing people we’re together is a funny idea.” 

“Well you’re stupid enough to go along with my ‘funny idea’,” you snickered, lightheartedly. “So how should we reveal our relationship? Should I confess my love for you during your game this weekend or should I spread a few rumors about us.” 

Regulus knows that rumors travels as fast as the speed of light at Hogswart, but he also knows that it’s way more fun and chaotic when you’re shouting in front of a huge crowd who was there for something completely different. 

So he peels away the stencil, admiring the matching cats on both your arms and tells you: “I’ll find a way to get you into the announcers booth.” And, just for extra measures, he adds. “Let’s hope you’re ready for this, my love.” 

[patrophthia]

hiii I realize this is the last day of ur event so it’s okay if this is too late. Could you do a regulus black x reader where they are friends. And maybe they are trouble makers at hogwarts. And the students think it funny the pranks they pull and stuff but the professors hate it? Congratulations on 1k! 🥳

this was so fun to write like actually 😭😭 hope you like it!!

unicorns and squids | regulus black

pairing: platonic regulus black x reader

genre: crack, humor, best friend joking with eachother

part of my 1k celebration event !

"So." To say Regulus was startled was an understatement. "What is it with you?" There's a look of confusion on his face, eyes stoic as he stares at you. "Do you hate fun? Is that it?" 

Regulus licks at his lips, grey eyes not once leaving yours. "No?" He answers, unsure on what he should say. "I don't think so?" 

"You don't think you hate fun?" You ask him, head cocked to the side as you stood before his sofa. "I don't believe you." 

He looks to the side, resisting the urge to try and convince you that he indeed does not hate fun. There's no point in getting into an argument with someone who would not stand losing to him, even if they are a sight for sore eyes.

But you’re persistent. “If you don’t hate fun then why can’t we do this?” 

“Because, the last time I followed one of your stupid plans I almost got pulled out off the quidditch team,” he argues, “and I’m so certain that this will get us expelled that I don’t even want to entertain your idea.” 

“But it’s funny,” you sigh, plopping yourself down besides him, “and it won’t get us expelled, the worse that could happen is detention.” 

“To you it is,” Regulus scoffs, shuffling to the side so it’s more comfortable for you, “Slughorn no longer trust me.” 

“You never liked the man to begin with!” You retorted, “the man had it coming. He was lucky I had you fill that cauldron up with frogs, should’ve done it with arachnid.” 

“And give him a heart attack?” Regulus scoffs, feeling you kick your legs over his lap. 

“Nooooo,” you drag out your words, “just a better jump scare.” 

“And you think replacing Professor Mcgonagall’s mice would be a better jump scare,” he asks you, an eyebrow raised. “With unicorn of all things.” 

“Not when you say it like that,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “plus, that idea was highly theoretical, it’s not like we can find that many unicorn anyways.” 

“Okay,” Regulus says with an air of finality, “what is your real plan?” 

This catches your attention, sitting up straight with an excited look on your face. As much as Regulus hates you and your tendency to get the both of you in trouble; his heart is too soft to not cave into his idiotic best friend ideas. 

You clap your hand, it’s light and enthusiastic; you’re practically buzzing and it’s a sight to see. Maybe that’s why he always ended up going with your plans no matter troublesome they could be. 

“You.” You’re pointing at him. “And me.” You’re pointing at yourself. “Fist fighting the Great lake’s giant squid.” 

He looks at you. Really looks at you. And he decides that after all these years, you’ve finally lost it. You’ve gone crazy enough to be rendered insane. 

One hand pushes at your legs, the other reaching up to flick of your forehead —resulting in a loud ‘ow, you dickhead’ and resounding swat to his hand. Regulus stands up, looking down at your scowling face from above the sofa. And sighs. “Let’s go find some unicorns.” 

[patrophthia]

part 2 of meowtoos please!!!!

i didn’t expect people to actually like meowtoos 😭😭 but here you go!!

does it pawther you? | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x you

genre: fluff, love confessions, stupid pranks TT

part of my 1k celebration event !

It’s as you’re sneaking into the announcer’s booth, with the help of Regulus’ brother did you second guess yourself. This was a bad idea, right? 

You glance at the fake tattoo on your hand, the orange cat staring back at you with its large green eyes. You’re an actual idiot. But you’re at the booth now, so you might as well do what you came to do. 

The game is ending soon, the entire pitch watching the seekers chase after one another with bated breath. The crowd watches as Regulus dives for the snitch, a hand outstretched as you find yourself in front of the announcer’s microphone. 

There’s announcer’s breath hitches, and suddenly everyone’s cheering; hoards of green and silver excited clapping with bright smiles.

“And it looks like my beloved fiancé has caught the snitch!” You say loudly, and mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “Regulus, how proud I am to be able to call you the love of my life.” 

Regulus’ eyes are wide when they find you standing at the booth. Him being your fiancé was not what he signed up for. And he definitely did not agree to you calling him the love of your life. 

Sirius is cackling with James somewhere in the booth, finding the situation all too amusing. “They’re so stupid,” Sirius laughs loudly, clutching at his stomach as you cringe at your own words. “They’re worse than us.” 

There’s commotion from outside the booth, Regulus flying over to you; and with what little adrenaline he had left from the game. Regulus pulls you onto his broom with him, a hand reaching to wrap around you securely as you try not to freak out. What the fuck was going. 

Regulus flies to the middle of the pitch; all eyes on the two of you and began proclaiming his love. He was not going to lose to you of all people. He grabs at your hand and winks at you before dipping his head down to kiss at your skin, right above where the tattoo sat. 

“My love,” he starts, and you fight the urge to knock him off his broom. “How glad I am to forever be binded to you.” 

Yuck! Disgusting. 

“And I; you,” you retorted and when Regulus rolls his eyes at your word, a bashful smile lingering on his lips, you’re glad no one notices it. 

The aftermath of your ‘prank’ is not as funny as you’d hoped for it be. The two of you being called to the Headmaster’s office for a long —and you mean long— scolding before being let out. 

The sun has set when Dumbledore finally lets the two of you go, a disappointed look clear on his face as finally dismisses you. Okay, maybe you went a bit over board with your prank. 

And when you eye the spot where the tattoo previously resides to find it now empty; everything feels just a little too much. 

The school is still alive in the dead of night, rumors being spread through every corner and it seems as though the consequences of your action were catching up with you. 

As if it wasn’t bad enough you got yourself into this mess, you just had to drag Regulus into it with you. 

It’s quiet as you trekked back to your dorms. “I’m sorry,” you began, voice low, “I really should’ve thought it through. If I had just— backed out, you wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.” 

“Don’t be,” he tells you, “for what’s it worth, it was the most fun I had in a long time.” 

You’re holding yourself back from saying something, from apologizing again, and again, and again. And he appreciates your efforts, especially when there was no reason for you to apologize to him. 

“Really?” You ask him instead. “Even if people think we’re engaged to one another now?” 

“Mhmm,” he hums, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Especially so.” 

You’re quiet for a second. “Especially so?” Regulus hums again. “It doesn’t bother you?” You ask him and he shakes his head ‘no’. “Not even a bit?” 

“No,” he says. “Should I be?” 

“Maybe,” you mutter, “girls might— you know, not ask you out because they think we’re together and stuff. That doesn’t bother you?” 

“No,” he tells you, focus fully on you, “I’m not really interested in any of them so it’s not really any of my concerns.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’m interested in someone else.” Oh. 

The lines are easier to read when it’s laid out in front of you. Each syllables, waiting to be spelled out to form a sentence that is easier to understand that it is to breathe. 

You swallow thickly, eyes meeting his. “Really?” 

You’re not asking for much, just a word, a confirmation, a confession. 

“Yeah,” he says, and it’s airy; as if it was stuck in his throat, only slipping for the purpose of you hearing it and you only. “Is it obvious?” 

“It never was before,” you tell him, “but it is now.” 

Regulus contemplates his words for a good minute before he settles on: “does it bother you?” 

“No.” Your voice is faint, soft, intimate; just barely above a whisper and it’s dull compared the rapid beating of both your hearts. “Not even the slightest bit.” 

— from bee: not sure if i like this v much, maybe ill comeback to this in the future :/

[patrophthia]

Congrats on 1k!!! ♡

I'm literally craving for Regulus × hufflepuff!reader so badlyyy, maybe like the reader is rlly hard on herself and she gets a bad exam mark or smt and then she like cries and reggie's just there comforting her? (Lol the reader is ME)

Orrr

Can you do like where the reader is a popular singer (kinda like Taylor swift) and they have an argument together (reggie and reader) before a big concert the reader has to attend to and she's like really sad on stage cause Regulus doesnt attend it and maybe midway through the concert he joins and then the reader just feels better and after the concert they make up!!

Lol you can choose whichever prompt you prefer<3

~♡~

i went the former (mostly cuz i didn’t know how to write the latter and) because same, i get you!!

a(cceptable) | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: established relationship, comfort, im no good at angst so this is me trying

part of my 1k celebration event !

Regulus can read you as easily as he can read a book. It’s in the slight pull of your brow, and soft pout that gives away your mood. 

You’re upset, about something he hasn’t figured out yet, but from the look on your face he’s able to make a wild guess that it has something to do with your test. The one you took last week and would be handed back to you by —approximately today. 

“What’s wrong, amor?” He asks you. In truth, Regulus knew full well what was wrong, but he wanted to give you the freedom to rant to him. To have someone be there for you, to listen and to reassure. “Did something happen?” 

You’re fully frowning when you look at him. “I got a failing grade,” you tell him, handing over your test paper. 

A glance at the paper tells Regulus what exactly he needed to know, you’re being to harsh on yourself. An A(cceptable) was not a failing grade, sure it was a huge different to your test marks but you’re only human and you’re bound to skip up once in a while. 

He could only hope you know that. 

He doesn’t tell you that this wasn’t a failing grade. You both knew that your grades were passable at best, it just wasn’t up to your standards; so he listens to you instead. 

“I’m so mad at myself,” you murmur, “why do I even try when this is the best I could do?” 

“You did your best right?” A nod from you has him continuing. “That’s all that matters, love. You made a mistake this once and that’s fine, everyone makes mistakes it’s a part of living. And for what it’s worth, this grade doesn’t change a thing, you’re still the smartest girl I know.” 

“Even if I got an A in muggle studies?” You ask him timidly. 

Regulus nods, smiling softly at you. “Even if you got an A in muggle studies,” he repeats, and —just for extra measures, he makes sure to tell you about how he’s only ever gotten a D(readful) on the subject.