#and a bit of harry ofc

[neverenoughmarauders]

Sirius Black did not know that Barty Crouch Jr was a Death Eater! He didn’t know that Severus Snape was a Death Eater! He did not know that the dark mark was branded into Death Eaters (and could thus never have expressed the sentiment: Regulus got / took the mark). When Harry told Sirius about Karkaroff showing Snape something on his arm, it confused Sirius.

Death Eaters operated with masks and in secrecy of each other (that’s likely why Snape didn’t know Peter was the spy).

Nobody knew shits in the first war!

[galway-bae]

rewatching twin peaks again

[padfootastic]

hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)

I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius. 

Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now. 

Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’ 

What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’

He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that. 

Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business. 

Did he really need a Healer, like, really?

One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer. 

He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages. 

Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off. 

It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him. 

And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands. 

Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did. 

further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜

[brainrotdotorg]

How’d you get so cool Ms. Kitsuragi

[hershelwidget]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

okay doesn't this new era scream alternative slutty rock album?

[gaywizardingworld]

we should break the idea that we only ship or enjoy a ship/ff if we project yourselves into them or bc one of them is our type lol it’s ok if you do that (to a certain extent, if you only read self-inserts i worry for you) but we should be able to love a couple or a story not relating to any of them. i love enemies to lovers and exes to lovers, for example, but i don’t want this irl. i love drarry and wolfstar and none of them is my type since i don’t date men. so yeah i can’t relate to most things about them but the thing is: i understand them and that’s enough for me to love them. we may have a few similarities but what i most love about them are our differences.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Chapter Six: The Prisoner of Azkaban

The more Padfoot thought about whether he would expose himself to Penny, the more he realized he had very little choice if he wanted to get ahold of the wand on her mantle. He would just have to hope that it was compatible with him so that he could perform the obliviate charm on her afterwards. And if that should not work, he would need to really turn on the charm, and somehow convince her not to tell anyone that she’d seen him. The last thing he needed was to give the Ministry any reason to come looking for her.

But it had been so long since he’d last turned on the charm for anyone, let alone a beautiful woman. Could he even remember the proper way to flirt? If James were here, he would tell him to stop worrying so much. Flirting is almost second nature to you, Pads. Always has been.

Remus would be rolling his eyes and Peter… Peter would giggle and nod like he always did any time James said anything of the sort.

But they weren’t at Hogwarts anymore. James was gone. So was Remus. And Peter, well, Peter simply wasn’t the boy they’d grown up with anymore. And Sirius was far from the charming Gryffindor boy that all the witches wanted attention from. And Penny was hardly a silly school witch. Still, it was the only idea he had.

“And then they’ll probably have questions, but what do you think?” Penny asked, lowering her note cards. She had wanted to practice her presentation for when she would defend her distoration.

He had been listening for the most part, his mind only wandering after about an hour or so, but for a muggle she seemed to know more about the wizarding world than some wizards he knew. That was enough to leave him thoroughly impressed, and just enough to make him believe that he could trust her with his secret.

Brilliant! Padfoot barked.

Her lips formed a smile as a soft breath left her nose. “Thanks. I just hope the board thinks so too. There aren’t very many who agree that a paper on Witchcraft and Magic in Ancient and Contemporary Society is very useful.”

You’d be surprised, Padfoot huffed, his tail wagging instinctively.

If there was ever a muggle that might listen to him before ringing the police, it was Penelope Mitchell. The only thing he needed to sort out was when and how he would reveal himself. He would need to be sure that she wasn’t too close to the front door. Considering how she reacted to his photo on the box in the living room, it seemed likely she might recognize him. And it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume that she would be frightened at first, at least until the surprise wore off and she remembered that he’d been in her home, in her care for nearly two weeks. The last thing he wanted was for her to run out into the street, shouting that Sirius Black — the mass murderer that she had heard about — was in her sitting room. It might be wise to reveal himself away from any windows as well.

“Do you need to go out?”

He barked in the affirmative and hopped down from his place on the sofa, his tail swishing from side to side as he followed her to the back door.

“When we go back inside I’ll start dinner. I got you something special for tonight to celebrate how well you’ve been recovering,” she said, smiling with a sort of self-satisfaction that he found quite charming. Then again, there were many things about Penny that he found charming.

He made quick work of doing his business before they both went back inside. Instead of going back into the sitting room to play with one of his toys, he stayed close to her in the kitchen, trying to see what she was pulling out of the fridge. His nostrils wiggled in search of any familiar scent, detecting a mild aroma of the sea, but not much else. Then he saw a flash of bright flesh. Merlin.

SALMON! he barked, bouncing on his front paws as he followed her the short distance from the fridge to the counter.

Penny chuckled, unwrapping the plastic container. “Can you smell it?”

His stomach growled as she pulled out the bright pink slice of meat, setting it down on a pan before she turned a dial on the stove, then pushed a few buttons near the back of it. She washed her hands and went back to the fridge momentarily to pull out some vegetables, none of which interested him nearly as much as the large filet of fish he would be enjoying after it was cooked. His tail hit the cupboards just above the floor and there was just barely enough room for the both of them in the kitchen, but he couldn’t have cared less. He circled around her to the door frame separating the kitchen and the sitting room and sat down, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth in a doggy grin.

She made the same dish for herself, but did so on the stove top with butter and seasonings, while his portion was placed in the oven. His stomach growled as the lovely aromas filled the air in the kitchen. If there was one thing he would surely miss more than her company, it was how well she fed him. When he left for Hogwarts in just over a week’s time, he would need to go back to rummaging through bins for scraps. It was one of the realities he was least looking forward to.

She mixed up the vegetables and fish in his dog bowl after it came out of the oven, and put her own food on a proper plate, humming to herself as some of the steam wafted beneath her nose.

“You’re gonna eat like a king tonight, Bigfoot,” she said, bringing his bowl to its usual place in front of his dog bed. “Careful, buddy, it’s hot.”

After she’d refilled his water bowl, she got her own plate and went to sit on the sofa, turning on the box on which some sort of game was being played. He hardly paid it very much attention, but there was a large wheel that the muggles spun, flashing lights every now and again, and lots of cheering. It was certainly no Quidditch, and Padfoot was much more interested in his food at any rate — baked salmon with broccoli and sweet potato. He finished all of it, washed it down with some water and went to hop up on the sofa, laying down beside her with his head in her lap. He thought if he could continue to remind her how gentle he was, and how fond he was of her, she might not be so frightened when he revealed himself.

While she watched more of the game, her hand gently stroked his fur, and he allowed himself to imagine that he would never have to leave her. She had given him a comfort that he hadn’t felt since he’d moved in the Potters, and he wished more than anything that he could take it with him to Scotland.

She turned off the box as the game finished and softly scratched the top of his head. “I’m gonna take a shower, okay?” Not waiting for him to respond, she took her plate off the coffee table and stood, going into the kitchen, he presumed to wash the plate. She came back into the sitting room and drew the curtains shut, as she always did when the sun went down, and walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

Padfoot was still laying on the sofa, his head on the warm spot where she had been sitting, inhaling as much of her scent as he could and committing it to memory. It was almost time. He would wait until after she’d dressed, and reveal himself when she came out of her bedroom, then hope for the best.

His first objective would be to assure her that she was safe, then he would need to steer the conversation to that wand, and hope that she would be open to giving it to him. After that it was a matter of swearing her to secrecy. As far as he was concerned, that last bit would be the simplest of his tasks, especially if the wand turned out to be compatible with him. The most difficult would likely be to convince her to give him the wand that her father had given her in the first place. Something told him that it held far more emotional value than anything else. But one step at a time.

It seemed all too soon that the water cut off. He sat up on the sofa, waiting for her to leave the bathroom and go into her bedroom to get dressed. The bathroom door opened, and she came out wrapped in a towel, immediately walking to her bedroom. Taking a breath, Padfoot hopped down from the sofa, went into the hallway and sat down halfway to her bedroom. He thought of transforming before she came out, but realized that it would make his first objective much more difficult. She would assume that he had broken in and possibly harmed her beloved pet. No, he needed for her to see him transform. He needed her to realize how fond he was of her as quickly as possible. Then she might be more open to believing that he wouldn’t harm her, though even that wasn’t a guarantee.

He held his breath when her door opened and she walked out, drying her long hair with her towel. It wasn’t until she nearly ran into him on her way back to the bathroom that she stopped short.

“Oh! Buddy, you scared me,” she said with a smile.

He stared up at her with sad eyes, milking every moment he could where she was smiling at him.

Penny’s brows furrowed, but the warm smile was still on her lips. “What’s wrong?”

It was now or never, Padfoot swallowed thickly, took a deep breath, and transformed. The smile had frozen on her face, her eyes widening slightly, the towel still held against the side of her head. He half-expected her to say something, scream, run, anything really, but she simply stood there, frozen and speechless. Sirius swallowed again, not daring to move so as not to frighten her any more than he undoubtedly already had.

“Penny,” he said softly.

Her eyes rolled back, and down she went, passed out on the floor with her towel draped over one hand.

Sirius sighed. “Suppose that’s better than screaming,” he mumbled to himself.

He knelt down beside her and with all the strength he could muster, picked her up into his arms, carrying her into the sitting room where he carefully laid her on the sofa. He grabbed one of the throw pillows and placed it under head before going into the kitchen and wetting one of the dish towels. Folding it properly and ringing the excess water out, he went back to where she lay unconscious and gently draped it over her forehead as he knelt beside her.

She looked so peaceful, as though she had merely fallen asleep. He imagined whenever she woke up, he was in for quite a lot of explaining, but he hoped she would be willing to listen to him. After a moment, the crease between her brows deepened slightly, and she stirred, groaning in the back of her throat as her head lolled to one side. Blinking rapidly, her eyes opened and looked up at him.

“There you are,” he said, one side of his lips tugging upward. “Alright, love?”

Penny gasped and sat up abruptly, causing the dish towel to drop to her lap. Her hand went to her forehead before she scooted back into the corner of the sofa.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured her, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Y-you’re… you’re…” Her voice was shaky. She cleared her throat. “You’re that guy from the news.”

He nodded once. “Sirius Black.”

Swallowing thickly, she looked him over as if trying to decide if she could overpower him. She very likely could have. Despite having recovered from being in Azkaban and then out on the streets, he still wasn’t at full strength. Her eyes darted around the room, possibly looking for a weapon to use, but then they landed on his dog bed before she turned them back to him.

“What did you do to my dog?!” she asked, her voice gaining a demanding tone, though it still carried a slight tremor.

His brows furrowed slightly; she’s seen him transform with her own eyes. Had the bump on her head made her forget? Or was she simply wondering out loud whether she’d gone mad? Or, he thought with a slight frown, she thought that Bigfoot was still in the flat, and that he, Sirius, had hurt him or was otherwise preventing him from protecting her.

“I am your dog,” he said. “You don’t remember?”

Her eyes widened slightly as she lifted herself enough to climb over the arm of the sofa, backing up towards the door. “You stay away from me.”

“Penny, please,” he said, still holding up his hands.

She was so close to the front door that he thought this might have been a mistake. He needed to think quickly. Taking a step back, he transformed again.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, jumping back.

Rolling onto his back and exposing his belly to her with a soft whine, Padfoot tried to show her that he wasn’t a threat.

“Bigfoot?” She took a small step toward him. “Jesus Christ, I’m finally losing my shit,” she whispered to herself, her hands going to her head. “Or maybe I just hit my head really hard. Maybe both. Probably both.”

Whining again, Padfoot stayed put, giving her a few moments to calm down. He needed her to listen, but he was beginning to believe that this had been a mistake.

She let out a breath and carefully went to kneel beside him. “Please tell me I imagined that you were that murderer. I hit my head, right? When I passed out? Or did I fall asleep?” Her eyes shifted as though in deep thought. “My mom always told me I shouldn’t take such hot showers,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes rolling up toward the ceiling. “God, I really hate it when she’s right.”

With a sigh, she stood and walked toward the kitchen. Rolling onto his stomach again, Padfoot looked up at her, waiting until she reached the doorframe. He stood, took a step closer to the front door, earning her attention again, and transformed a third time.

Penny yelped, hand going to her chest.

“Please, Penny, listen to me, please,” he urged. “I’m a wizard.”

One of her brows arched, the fear still evident in her eyes as her chest rapidly rose and fell. “What?!”

“I’m a wizard, Penny.”

Penny shook her head slightly, gasping after a moment. “You have magic!” she whisper-yelled.

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Yes. And I promise you, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”

“How do I know that?”

“Because I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” That wasn’t exactly true, there was really only one person he planned on hurting, but he thought she might not understand the distinction. Not at the moment anyway.

“Well, that’s just false,” she replied, tipping her chin up as if trying to muster up some courage. “They said on the news that you murdered, like, fifty people.”

“Twelve, actually,” he replied with a frown. “But it isn’t true. I was set up to take the blame, but I did not kill those people. I’ve never killed anyone, the most I’ve done is tor —”

He stopped himself, clamping his mouth shut for a moment as he thought of something else he could say to reassure her.

“Torture people?” she guessed. “Like that’s any better.”

“It isn’t what it sounds like,” he replied. “If you’ll let me explain —”

“Explain what exactly? That you’re a wanted murderer who’s tortured people?” she said. “That’s pretty clear to me.”

“You said it yourself that something didn’t seem right about what they were saying about me,” he replied.

“Yeah, I meant the fact that you’re this wanted criminal and yet I’ve never even heard of you.”

“And you wondered why that was.”

“Yeah, and now I know, it’s because you’re a witch!”

“Wizard,” he replied with a slight smirk. “Please just sit down and I’ll explain everything. I’ll even stand on the other side of the room if it makes you feel safer.”

“Safer?” she repeated. “You wanna make me feel safer?”

“Of course,” he answered. “I meant it when I said I would never hurt you. And if after I’ve explained you still don’t feel safe with me, I give you my word that I’ll leave.”

He could swear that a frown had appeared on her face at the idea of him leaving, but if it had been there, it hadn’t lasted long. Still, she took slow, measured steps to the sofa, keeping her eyes on him at all times before she finally sat down in the corner, closest to the kitchen.

“Well, go ahead, the floor is yours,” she said, waving a hand as if in invitation. “Explain.”

[iheartmoons]

this is simply my opinion, but i do feel like a lot of marauders fans aren't the saviors they think they are. it is perfectly fine to dislike morally bad characters in a fandom, and i get that it can be very frustrating to watch as other fans start to become apologists of the characters (in fact i'm the same, it drives me insane when ppl excuse the canon actions of some characters), however its not that... simple?

the point of literature in general is to help explore the world through viewpoints different to your own!! that means exploring the feelings of characters who very well may be terrible people. being completely opposed to looking into these characters is very much giving when readers refuse to read classic literature because the characters say slurs, or when new books refuse to explore characters that aren't morally perfect.

yes, i totally get it. sometimes the plot gets lost on people. (an example is henry winter, where ppl just completely missed the point of his character and actually romanticised the lifestyle...) but characters are meant to be explored, so that we can expand our minds. i'm sorry - but if you're unable to ever talk about characters like barty, snape, or evan, it only shows that you aren't willing to consume characterizations that are anything short of perfect. and that's honestly a bit strange to me.

[siriuslygay1981]

"I can't look at the stars, they make me wonder where you are"

Sirius and regulus

[tobe-sogolden]

is this thing still on......

[princeofyorkshire]

🕯 prayer circle i don’t bump into my ex friend at harry’s show 🕯

[autumnrory]

it is bonkers to me that there’s not consistent edit tags for 1d edits like some people use initialsedit some people do the standard firstinitiallastnameedit some people don’t use edit tags at all like how am i supposed to find your work if it’s not reblogged on my dash i will never see it bc there’s no consistent way to check

[padfootastic]

Something that’s absolutely hilarious about Harry initially describing Regulus as less handsome than Sirius is that once he learns about the cave, Regulus becomes “the thin, dark Seeker who so resembled Sirius.” Regulus now looks like Sirius, when before he did not evidently. I really like the idea that the entire Black family looks super similar (RIP anyone looking a specific member because they have to play “Where’s Waldo: Black Family edition” and that’s nigh impossible to do because absolutely none of them will actually help someone find their family members. Bellatrix will be sitting at a table with Andromeda and Regulus, they have just seen Sirius three minutes ago, but they’ll tell Remus that they haven’t spoke to Sirius all week, good luck finding him), it’s just that Harry’s morality directly influences how attractive he finds them and thus how willing he is to admit that they look like Sirius.

sksksks imagining harry's scale of attraction being like 'how sirius are they on a scale of 0 to sirius.' thats it. thats his only criteria. the minute he starts finding someone attractive, its either because they look like s or they somehow morph to resemble him.

funniest part is the kid probably doesnt even realise it until someone like ron or hermione brings it up like 'err mate, dont u think ur swaying dangerously close to like. pseudo-incest here?'

(also hard agree on them looking v attractive like. i feel like they all have similar features? they make it their own in time, but for most people, theres a high degree of resemblance to the point that from afar, its v easy to get them mixed up. ofc the blacks dont make it any easier bc they have menace running thru their veins.)

[papercorgiworld]

Apologies and love confessions

The Slytherins guy’s are jealous because you have a date. When your date flops, they show up: to make up or make out, or both…

General story introduction and then you pick your favourite Slytherin. Or all of them, I won’t judge.

Theo, Blaise, Enzo, Draco and Mattheo.

Warning: a little bit of smut bc of Enzo and Mattheo ofc.

Not proofread, so if a sentence hurts your brain, my apologies. Let me know and safe an innocent reader.

After months of not writing, I present you… whatever this is.

You took one last look in the mirror and turned to your friends, Pansy and Hermione. “Acceptable?” You asked sheepishly. “More than acceptable.” Hermione smiled. “Hot.” Pansy bluntly stated.

It was a late Saturday afternoon as you made your way to the great hall to meet your date. A few days ago, Neal - a Ravenclaw one year older than you - had asked you out. You hadn’t talked much but all of your friends liked him and he wasn’t bad looking. As you almost reached the great hall you ran into the notorious Slytherin boys. When you spotted them you wanted to turn on your heels, but Enzo already called for you. “Y/n, you’re looking fine.” He slurred the last word a bit as he looked you up and down. Your cheeks went red as all the guys stared. “Ah, your date’s today, right?” Blaise asked nonchalantly. You nodded, getting a little nervous. “What was his name again? Dirk… Dean?” Draco asked with his usual voice filled with arrogance and annoyance. His eyebrows went up and down as he leaned against a wall with his arms crossed. “Neal. And I should be going.” You blurted. Theodore was slow to move aside and you passed him, his eyes never leaving you. As you walked away you could hear Mattheo snicker and your heart sank.

Up until recently you had gotten along with them just fine. You were Pansy’s friend and by association also theirs. Just like you were Ron and Harry’s friend because of your friendship with Hermoine. However, there was a difference. You always wanted to be liked by the Slytherin guys, or just by one. Unfortunately, ever since you mentioned you were going on a date they had collectively decided to ridicule your every move. Making you feel terribly insecure.

***

Your date flopped. Neal was a great guy. Accept for the fact that he was obviously still hung up on his ex-girlfriend. When you entered the Three Broomsticks and chose a table near a window, he told you his ex liked to sit by the window too. When you ordered drinks, Neal told you his ex didn’t like your choice of drink. When he mentioned her for a third time, you fell silent and gave him a tight lipped smile. Oh Merlin. This was the worst.

After a little over an hour you said your awkward goodbyes. You started to walk back to Hogwarts, dreading the idea of telling your friends about your date or worse all those other gossiping people finding out.

As you arrived at the courtyard the ones you wanted to avoid most were there. You tried to subtly speed walk past them. This time it was Mattheo who was first to speak. “Y/n! You’re back early.” You simply sighed and Mattheo smirked. “How long were you gone? Didn’t even last two hours.” Mattheo turned to Theodore who let out a short laugh. Pansy who sat next to Enzo shot up and started yelling. “Oi, shut it!” Your friend took your arm to guide you away from them, towards the castle. “Pay up, Blaisy-boy. Not even two hours, so I win.” You heard Riddle say and you shot one last look at them, seeing how Blaise grimaced and reached inside his pockets to pay up. You were nothing more than a joke to them.

Pansy held onto your arm while you walked towards your common room. Hermoine spotted you from afar and pushed Ron and Harry aside to get to you. “So how was i…” Hermoine’s question was cut of my Pansy aggressive signal to shut up. “So, should we hex him?” Hermoine suggested as she saw that your eyes were welling up with tears. “No, it’s not him. I mean it was a bad date. But, so what. No biggie. But those, those, those… twats! They, they are the worst!” You yell, attracting the attention of students nearby. Hermoine looks over to Pansy with a confused look. “Will hex all five of them.” Pansy said and Hermoine caught on, she knew exactly which five morons you were talking about.

You nodded and sighed. “I need a moment alone. I’m going up to the astronomy tower for some quiet time.” Your friends were understanding and you left.

Theodore

“This is my hang-out.” Theodore says, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. “This is the spot people go to when they’re sad. If this is your hang-out, then that says a lot about you.” Theo halts for a moment, feeling a little exposed by your analysis, but joins you nevertheless, his arms resting on the railing. You notice how he plays with a cigarette between his fingers. “I won’t light it. I know you don’t like it when I smoke.” You raise your eyebrows. “I also don’t like it when you ridicule me, but that’s never stopped you or your merrie band of delinquents from mocking me.” Now, it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

He’s about to open his mouth and give you some lame excuse for his behavior, but you stare at him with unimpressed eyes. So, he closes his mouth and lets out a nervous laugh. He takes a step back from the railing and throws his hands up in surrender. “I’ll admit, I’ve not been on my best behavior the past week.” Now, he has your full attention. You wanna hear what he has to say. “But neither have you.” He points to you and you scoff, no longer wanting to listen. “Going on a date with… what’s his name again. Of course everyone’s laughing.” You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Unbelievable.” You sigh.

“How about you go out with me? No one will laugh.” When you didn’t immediately respond he tried to sell the idea a little. “I’ll tell Matt and the others to behave. No more mocking.” You tilt your head in amusement to his suggestion. This guy, unbelievable. “You can do that, tell them to behave?” Theo takes a step closer towards you, leaving no space between you two. “Uhu.” He absentmindedly breathes while his hand softly caresses your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And will you behave?” You ask, subtly taunting him. “I’ll be good.” He says softly and licks his lip.

“I’ll think about it.” You say taking a step and putting some distance between you two. But Theo quickly reaches for your arm, pulling you back towards him. “Don’t play with me.” As soon as you look into his eyes, his lips are on yours. The kiss is filled with longing, his thumb brushing your cheek as he pulls you in. Theo pushes you against the railing, never breaking the kiss. Your hand finds their way to his messy hair. The more you tug on one another and push into each other, the sloppier the kiss gets. He squeezes your ass and as a reflex you gently buck your hips into him. “Fuck.” He growls. You smile at his reaction and seize the moment to push him away.

Walking past him, you never take your eyes off the confused man. “I’m looking forward to that date.”

Blaise

“I lost a bet because of you.” Blaise says with a loud voice while he’s still on the stairs almost at the top, but still out of sight. You turn towards the stairs waiting for him to arrive. “I mean really, not even two hours.” “No.” You cross your arms in annoyance. “I mean you're annoying sometimes, but-“ You shove his shoulder. “I was not annoying! I AM never annoying. I’m a blessing to be around.” He raises his eyebrows, but you ignore him and continue your rant. “You! You on the other hand are frankly unbelievably childish!” You poke his chest, being more than a little shocked at how muscular he is, but you push that thought aside. “Betting on my misery, have you no shame!”

He spreads his arms in defense. “Well, that was Mattheo’s idea. No morals, that guy.” You raise an eyebrow in response. Just Mattheo. Think not. All of you, you’re a bunch of demon children. “You joined in.” You throw at him, like a lawyer making their case. “And lost.” Blaise says sheepishly. “Don’t be mad at me. I lost money, my day is already bad enough.” You turn on your heels, away from him. “Well what about my shitty day.”

“Ah, about that, your shitty day, I can make it better.” In a split second you’re facing him again, eyes shining with curiosity. “This better be good, Zabini.” He simply grinned. “There’s this guy, who’s been into you for months now. Incredibly hot. Sixpack and everything. Really into quidditch, a bit of a jock, but also really likes wizard chess and magic history. And has a soft side, secretly loves to watch muggle-movies. That’s some boyfriend material, uh?” You’ve been nodding along searching for the catch.

“What’s the catch, Zabini, no dude’s that good. Definitely not one that happens to have a thing for me.” He smiles as takes a step closer. “He would like to ask you out. So.. what do y’say?” You drop your head and shake no. “I’m not going out with him until you tell me what the catch is.” “Fineee, the catch is… he’s me.” You frown in confusion. “You, Blaise Zabini, want to go out with me?” A nervous and adorable smile appears on his face. “Yeah, and I would like it to last longer than two hours.” You give his shoulder a little push. “Depends, are you going to talk about your ex the entire time?” “What? That’s how Dirk ruined your date? What a git.” His name was Neal, but whatever. I got a new and better date.

Enzo

Enzo has his back against the railing. His eyes trace your face. “Didn’t go well did it?” Your eyes meet his and he sees your forehead wrinkle at his stupid question. “Well, look on the bright side. You’re back on the market.” You shift yourself so you’re leaning against the railing with your side and facing Enzo. “I was never off the market. I went on one date.” He also shifted so he’s facing you. “Yeah, you’re right. I was overreacting. I shouldn’t have worried so much.” You look confused at him, but he doesn’t immediately explain. “Why were you worried?”

“Well, uhm, you know, maybe you would’ve liked him.” He tried his best to sound casual, but you could tell he was a little nervous. You took a small step towards him. “Why would that be a bad thing?” He huffed like the answer was obvious. “Because it’s wrong to ask out a girl who's dating.” You frown. “You’ve lost me, Enzo, I don’t follow.”

“Wait, wait. This will clear it up.” He closes the space between you two and cups your cheek. What followed was the softest kiss ever. After a moment you both opened your eyes, but didn’t move away from each other. “See, I couldn’t have done that if you were dating Neal.” You nodded. “I follow.” You brushed your lips over his. A cheeky smile covered his face. “You know, if you’re interested… there are a lot of things we can do now that it’s just you and me.” “Care to give an example.”

“My pleasure.” Is all he says before his hands find their way to your hips lifting you up. Your legs tangle around him as he pushes you against a wall. The cold stone makes you arch into him. His mouth nips on the flesh of your neck. “You and I should go on a date.” Enzo breathes in between kisses. “You two need to find a room.” You're both startled by Neville’s sudden appearance. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Enzo says, looking at you with lust. “Mine or yours?” You ask as you lick your bottom lip.

Draco

You sighed, letting the view and silence calm you. Suddenly you hear footsteps and when you look up Draco’s walking towards you with his usual flair. “What a tool, that Neal-guy. Taking you to the Three Broomsticks.” You roll your eyes and look away from him. “You should’ve known, a guy like him is no good.” Before he opens his mouth again you whip your head around towards him, eyes ready to kill. “He’s no good? Neal’s not the problem. You are! You’re no good, with you mocking and ridiculing. You’ve been acting like a total ass the last few days! So get lost, Malfoy!”

Draco remains quiet for a moment. The frown on his face grows as he realizes his jealousy might have taken the upper hand these past few days. Falling back in his normal composure, his hands reach for the cold railing as he comes to stand next to you. “I just didn’t think it was a good idea. You, going out with him. You need someone who buys you a dress and takes you to a fancy place.” When you look up at him in confusion, he continues staring in front of him. “I think you deserve better.” You huff, indulging his lame excuse for his behavior. “Know any guy like that?” You blurt out thinking back to your miserable date.

Draco inspects the rings on his fingers as he searches for the courage to say what he so badly wanted to say these last couple of days. “Me.” He says so quietly you almost didn’t hear, but you did and you look up at him with wide eyes. Where is this going? “I would like to take you somewhere fancy. Spoil you.” You let out a laugh and he immediately snaps at you. “No, need to laugh. A simple ‘no thanks’ would have sufficed.” You press your lips together and take a step towards him. The scowl on his face falls when your hand reaches for his tie, gently playing with it. “I think I’m going to take you up on that offer, Malfoy.” Your face inches towards him and his lips brush yours.

The kiss immediately becomes more passionate and his hand tangles in your hair holding you in place. His other hand snakes to the small of your back pulling you close. You whimper softly at the feeling of your bodies against one another. This gives him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss even more. You break apart to catch your breath, but you stay close. “You were jealous, weren’t you?” Draco scoffs. “Not. It’s simply a matter of principle. Classy women belong with classy men.” You roll your eyes. “Draco, kiss more, talk less.” He huffs in annoyance, but obliges.

Mattheo

“I told you so.” Mattheo’s voice sang as he approached you. You didn’t turn around, instead you just rolled your eyes. “That guy just wasn’t for you. Don’t be so upset about it.” You shook your head. What’s he even doing here? Shouldn’t he be laughing behind your back with friends? When you stayed quiet Mattheo got worried and his tone softened. “He didn’t hurt you or anything? ‘Caus I’ll deal with him. He’ll never bother you again.” Okay that’s it, Riddle. You angrily grab onto the railing you were leaning on before turning around fuming. “He didn’t hurt me. He was just boring. But you on the other hand, you hurt me with your constant mockery. So why don’t you punch yourself in the face and stop bothering me.” Mattheo looked away from you for a moment, making you think he actually felt bad. But when he looked back up, he was back to being his cocky self. “Can’t punch this pretty face.” He said, pointing at himself, grinning.

You turned away from him, hoping that he would leave. You couldn’t see it but his face fell again, really feeling bad about hurting you with his stupid jokes. “I just knew he wasn’t the guy for you.” No reaction from you. “Look, we can split my win from the bet with Blaise.” You let your head fall, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. The audacity. He came to stand next to you and also rested his arms on the railing. “I know, I can be an ass sometimes. So, just tell me, love, how do I make this right.” Your eyes meet his, you’re surprised by his gesture. “I guess it’s alright. I’m a forgiving soul.” He turns away from the view, towards you and lays a hand on the small of your back. “No, don’t be forgiving. I’ll do anything to make this right.”

He uses his body language to make it clear that he’s willing to do anything to make it up to you, shuffling closer, leaning into you and licking his lips suggestively. “Are you really trying to seduce me into forgiving you?” You ask not believing that that’s the best he can come up with. “Well no, love, I’m going to fuck you into forgiving me.” This man. Who does he think he is… well, the dark lord’ son, but still. Unbelievable. Mattheo falls to his knees, his hands moving from your back, sliding over your ass to your legs. He looks up at you with soft eyes before gently pushing your skirt up. This man… should be my future husband. Mattheo places soft kisses on your thight, slowly getting closer to your panties.

You close your eyes and let out a soft moan as he gently tugs down your panties. “If we get caught up here. I’m never going to forgive you.” He places a featherlight kiss between your legs and you instinctively reach for his curls. “Are you sure? Because I think I’m really excelling at apologizing, don’t you think so, love?” Damn you, Riddle. You’re good, and you know it.

[phas3d]

Crushing on You || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: cute little loser things they do because they’re so down bad for you. inspired by the fucking masterpiece that is ONE DAY ONE NIGHTTTT AHHHHHH by bts ofc. some of these might be creepy but I think they’re cute

DRACO MALFOY

It’s always an enemies to lovers for him, he literally cannot get crushes on someone unless he hates their guts

Probably cause he got daddy issue but meh, we’re not solving that today

He HATED your guts, he has literally thought of getting a hit-man on you before

You’re his rival in every single aspect, even more than Harry is

Academics, you’re better

Athletics, you’re better

Clubs and community, you’re WAY better

He hates you and makes fun of you every single day and time he gets the chance

Even worse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all come to defend you which makes him even more mad

But overtime, his aggressive staring and cursing under his breath turned into admiration

It all started when one day during Quidditch practice, some annoying 3rd year thought it would funny to mess with Draco’s broom

He ended up malfunctioning during practice, almost speeding into the walls of the school at astounding speeds

But luckily, you came just in time and yanked him off his broom, letting his broon get destroyed into the castle. But he was unharmed and was wrapped securely in your arms

From then on, he’s had a huge crush on you and all of his hatred turned into admiration

His aggressive stares were a bit softer and his insults had a hidden compliment in it

Everyone thinks that maybe he just feels bad and is finally regretting how rude he’s been to you, which is kinda true

He’s always watching over you, kinda like a stalker (because he is one)

He learns your daily routine, your favorite foods, clothing brands, makeup products, skincare routine, everything

Goes as far to hire and pay different students to watch after you if he’s busy

Somehow, you never notice and just think that people are nosy

He takes his research really far though, like straight up creepy

Draco gets his hands on all of your medical history, every single thing about you

He learns what your allergic too, what your rising sign is, how much you weigh at every check up

When he finds out that you’re anemic, he crushes up pills and sneakily adds it to your food to make sure you’re healthy

Does this with other things too, like Vitamin C, iron pills, etc etc etc

But in the end, it helps you a lot and makes you feel much better

And it makes him happy to know that you’re better because of him

One day, you get asked out by none other than Harry Potter

Instantly, Draco is enraged and everything in his sight is going to die a painful death

He feels betrayed by you despite treating you like utter shit for so many years

Not the mention he’s also gotten with maybe two or three other girls

He plans to ruin your date and he succeed

He burns Harry’s outfit, posses someone to spill hot tea on you, and even goes as far to sneak food you’re allergic to into your food

The date ends with you crying back to your dorm and Harry beating himself up

From this, Draco is happy and prepares to come and play knight-in-shining armor for you

But once again, he sees Harry comforting you and giving you a tight hug

Draco is literally about to kill Harry for this, cause ain’t no way he just did ALL of that for Harry to swoop in again

“You can’t take her! I loved her first! I love her more than your stupid four-eyed could ever!” He shouts at Harry

So yeah…. He just confessed out of rage

TOM RIDDLE

Never ever EVER will he get caught lacking for someone

This man keeps all of his lovey dovey feelings to himself, bro literally got a diary 😭

But when he saw you, and just like all of those dumb movies he’s seen, he was instantly love struck by you

He never knew that this was possible, he’s instantly disgusted with himself and does his best to the diminish the crush

But it won’t go away… you’re just perfect in every way

He’s so frustrated that he genuinely thinks of just killing you

But, thank GOD, he decides to not kill you and just become a stalker 😊

He finds out your entire schedule and walking path just so he can get small glimpses of you

Whenever you see him or make eye contact with him, he looks at you like you killed his entire family and he’s coming for revenge

But he’s actually drooling and hearing the most beautiful classical piano in the background

He sees you as a god/goddess that blessed him with your presence

Tom has always seen himself as the chosen one, the one given enough power to destroy and fix the world

And he sees you as his future Queen to the brand new world he will make :) kinda romanticccc

Finds all of your social media and stalks it for hours

He makes one of those fake burner accounts that looks like a bot

So when he follows you, you think nothing of it

But in reality, he’s watching you in depth

Bro finds your SPOTIFY and YOUR AO3 ACCOUNT… That’s how crazy he is

He made an entire playlist of every song you’ve ever posted and mentioned

He listens to it daily :)

Honestly, he’s just like me fr

He’s just a lil crazy and wants to know EVERYTHING about you

If you ever come up to him or are assigned partners, oh my god he’s gonna act so cold

Acts like he hates your guts and despises your existence

But in reality, he’s gonna thank every single religious figure out there for blessing him with allowing him to be in your space

MATTHEO RIDDLE

When he first saw you, he thought you were fine as hell

He was just trying to get into your pants

But when he tried to make a move, you scoffed and shoved him away

Instantly, he was attracted to you

He’s only been rejected like twice, and both times it ended with them begging on their knees for him

He was about to do the exact same thing to you

Unlike the others, he’s the only one that shows it and actively makes a move

Constantly flirts with you, no matter the time or day

Kinda like Filipino courtingggg 🤭

Finds all of your classes and walks you to all of them

Even though you want to walk with your friends, he won’t let you and always pulls you away from them

He skips his classes constantly just so he can be with you and flirt with you more

Even if you keep rejecting him or even slap him, he won’t stop. He loves when girls play hard to get

Sends you flowers, they’re a little bit ugly, but it’s the thought that counts

Sends you chocolates and stuffed animals to the point where a whole section of your dorm is dedicated to the pile of 65 stuffed animals you’ve received

He can’t really write poems or love songs, but he sends you little drawings that are barely readable

He makes little stick figures to represent you guys, one that’s super tall with abs (him) and another one that has hair and a triangle body (you)

Although you can barely understand his chicken scratch drawings, it makes you giggle from how stupid they are

Sometimes it’s him fighting off dragons, or you drowning and he saves you, or him being a rich king and you’re his queen

Never ever gives up on you, no matter what

Will fight off every single competition he has, he doesn’t care if they end up paralyzed

One time, someone older than you guys by one year tried to ask you out

Because he was a grade above you guys, he thought Mattheo wouldn’t fight him

But nopppeeee he was dead wrong, Mattheo sent him to the hospital wing repeatedly for a whole month

Even though the poor guy learned his lesson, Mattheo was mad that not only did he have the balls to ask you out but to also doubt Mattheo’s strength

Surprisingly, he cares a lot towards your friends as well and never leaves him out of the picture which is sweet

If you get a 100 roses from him (an almost daily occurrence), then he’ll get your best friends a small bouquet of 10-12 roses in return

If you get a huge chocolate box of the most expensive chocolates, then your friends get a small little wrapped box of a few chocolates

It’s really sweet and it makes your friends see that he’s actually pretty cool and sweet

Definitely goes around and lies to people by saying you two are dating

Eventually, everyone is fucking tired of you guys and basically sees you as a couple

One day, your friends say they’re gonna have a girls day and ask you to meet them at this nice restaurant

But surprise! The girls lied, you got all dressed up for nothing :(

But surprise again! Mattheo pops up. Your friends set you up with him to help you two to finally start dating

THEODORE NOTT

He’s had plenty of one night stands, weird situation-ships, and more but with you, he’s never had that

You’ve been his friend for ages, before he got hot and ripped

And he appreciated you a lot for that, he felt like he could finally be himself with someone

Over the years, he’s slowly gotten more and more comfortable with you

When he was going to bed, he thought to himself “I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)”

He smiled as he said that, about to sleep until his eyes shot wide open as he repeated what he said

“I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)??!???!!?”

When he realized he likes you, he’s a complete idiot

Normally with girls, he’s super smooth and charismatic - but that’s only because he’s trying to get into their pants

With you, you knew all his tactics and how awful of a person he can and HAS been over the years

You’ve seen him cheat, yell, and sometimes be borderline abusive to his past girlfriends

He starts to worry about how you perceive him and wants to make sure he seems like a good option

He becomes so awkward around you, it’s painful

Starts to be way nicer to you than he ever has been and becomes a lot more chivalrous

He takes off his jacket and shields you from rain, if anyone teases you he’ll get really defensive, he spoon feeds you at times, always pays for your lunch and dinner

Even goes as far as to take you on shopping sprees with no limit - even if you say no he’ll just keep track of everything you look at and buy it for you

Gets you flowers every week and always excuses it as “this is what best friends always do”

You two are basically dating… just without an official title

He’s TERRIFIEDDDD to ask, he’s literally had break downs over his fear of you rejecting him

Please just confess to him yourself, I’m not sure when he’ll get the balls and confidence to do it

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

He’s the most sane out of all of them all 😭

Literally the one line from Taylor Swift, “in a world of boys he’s a gentleman” AHAAAAHHHHH

He gets a crush on you after you two are partnered for a long term project

Loves how smart and dedicated you are, it inspires him to be the same way

Sometimes he purposely acts dumb just so that you’ll help him

Always pays attention to the small details and everything you do

Spoils you ROTTEN omg

Will take you out to go shopping with him and he whips out his black card and casually drops 25k just on clothes and makeup for you

He loves the feeling of spoiling you, makes him feel like your future husband

Praises you for everything, even the bare minimum

“Woah! I like your outfit!” And you’re literally wearing the required school uniform

He wants to date you and call you his own, but he knows he’s a fuck boy deep down

Every time he’s dated a girl, he’s ended up breaking up with them because he can’t commit or just straight up cheating on them

He’s very confident that he could change and be better, but he wants to be perfect before he dares you

Because he sees you as perfect :”) and you only deserve the best

You help motivate him to become better, even though you didn’t know you did

Starts going to the gym, works harder in school, tries to be more nice to everyone

Eventually, he’ll get the guts to ask you out for the Yule ball but he’ll keep saying you’re going as “friends”

But one day you’ll overhear him and his group talking about how fat of a crush he has on you

They all tease him and call him a simp, loverboy, everything

But when he sees that you’ve been listening the entire time, he’s so reddddd

Tries to hide his face and runs away, he avoids you for a little bit

He’s so so so scared of not being good enough or even ruining his relationship with you

He’d genuinely be okay with just being your best friend for all his life whilst loving you, even though it would hurt him so badly

Please just accept this boy 🙏 tell this man he’s enough and that you love him

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