#ily blaise

[auguswiftie13]

There is NO way Blaise mentioned Hindi. As a person whose native language is Hindi, I’m officially the happiest person alive. 🥹🫶

[prettiestlovergirl]

begging for some slytherin boy thoughts n headcanons, i am on my knees y'all 😩🙏

[slytherinslut0]

theodore nott • may i have this dance?

info: smallish blurb for @thatdammchickennugget’s hogmarch challenge. prompt four. (i know im a day late lol sorry mari ily)

summary: theodore told everyone that dances weren’t his thing and decided he wasn’t going to attend the yule ball. when you agreed to go with cormac, he realized that he’d made a big mistake, and was there for you when you needed him most.

tags: soft and fluffy. shitty cormac per usual.

You should have seen it coming.

You should have damn well known that accepting Cormac's half-assed invitation to the Yule Ball was practically signing up for one thing and one thing only:

a one-way ticket to misery.

The sting of his abandonment wasn’t even the worst of it--though it did occur almost immediately, sneaky bloke somehow managing to slither off before Dumbledore even had the chance to make it to the podium to give the opening fucking speech.

Truthfully, you probably could have gotten over that. With enough drinks, that is.

The real kicker came after the bewildering manner in which he vanished into the ether. The moment he reappeared all the same, as if nothing had even happened, accompanied now by your ex-best friend, clinging to his arm like a fucking lifeline.

His smirk, so brazenly triumphant, seemed to stretch wider than the chasm between you, swallowing up his entire face in a painfully irritating display of mockery and betrayal as he shot you an infuriating wink from across the room, leading your friend through the crowd and into position for the first slow dance.

That was it. There was no goddamn way you were staying in that cursed room for even a millisecond longer.

If not for your ironclad resolve, you were fully convinced you would have set the entire room ablaze in a whirlwind of rage as you stormed out.

Yet, as you downed nearly half the flask of firewhiskey you had concealed beneath your flowing emerald green gown, a profound epiphany struck you: that wretched excuse for a human being didn't merit even a fraction of your emotional investment.

What he truly warranted, from the depths of your seething soul, was a resounding void of utter insignificance.

And with that realization burning in your chest, you pivoted on your heels and pushed your way through the throng, feigning ignorance to Pansy's concerned calls and Mattheo's mocking gaze as he reached out to grasp your arm, undoubtedly ready to ridicule you for being left high and dry before the first damn dance.

Your friends had warned you of this inevitable outcome, but your stubbornness had clouded your ears to their warnings.

You live and you learn, right?

"Wrong," Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco would have most definitely retorted in unison.

You could practically hear it in the recesses of your mind as you pushed through the large double doors and out into the warm spring breeze flowing through the corridor. They would have reminded you that sometimes it pays to heed the advice of someone who's walked the same path, that perhaps they were genuinely trying to watch out for you for once.

Of course, you would have simply scowled and rolled your eyes in response. You didn't need advice from anyone, definitely not them. Although…it certainly would have paid off to listen just this once…

Just then, in that fleeting moment of mental pondering, an intriguing thought popped into your mind;

Perhaps, just perhaps; you were the problem here.

…..No. Nope. Not even close.

You forcefully dismissed that nagging notion the very second it dared to intrude. No, you couldn’t, and simply wouldn’t entertain the idea that you were at fault here.

The reason you were making a hasty exit from the Yule Ball before the first dance had even commenced, the reason the echo of your black heels striking the cobblestones beneath them reverberated throughout the damp and desolate corridor, was solely because of Cormac.

If you were the problem, you’d be the one in there dancing with whomever you pleased, paying no mind to the feelings of others. Your Yule Ball evening was over. And not even the combined efforts of Godric Gryffindor, Professor Snape, Salazar Slytherin and Filch's bloody cat could have kept you from fleeing.

But in truth, if you were being completely real with yourself, you weren’t even all that bummed. A very large part of you didn’t even want to partake tonight.

Perhaps that was due to the fact that the man you longed to accompany the dance with had adamantly declared his aversion to such festivities, and simply decided not to attend.

But that’s neither here nor there at this point.

As you reached the threshold of the courtyard, your gaze fell upon the breathtaking scene unfolding before you: a moonlit evening enveloped in a torrential downpour, each raindrop hammering against the emerald expanse of grass with relentless force.

It was as tragically beautiful as it was suiting.

And as you were lost in the beauty of nature's fury, you were startled by a husky voice slicing through the stillness, calling out your name from down the hall. Nearly leaping out of your own damn skin, your head snapped to the side, your eyes meeting those of a tall, strikingly handsome Italian man striding purposefully towards you.

"Hey," Theodore called out, his voice gentle yet determined, "Wait up."

You rolled your eyes before you could even stop yourself. Force of habit.

“I saw you leaving,” he continued, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you. “Are you okay?”

You met his concerned gaze with a raised eyebrow, a hint of sass colouring your reply, "don’t I look okay to you?"

Theodore's gaze caressed you, hunger evident in his half-lidded eyes as they roamed over your form with a blend of admiration and concern. Barely audible, a curse slipped from his lips in Italian before he locked eyes with you once more, a palpable shift in the intensity of his gaze.

"You look more than okay, Bella," he murmured, taking a single step closer. “Doesn’t mean you feel it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart quickening its pace in response to his proximity. As Theodore’s words washed over you, a shiver ran down your spine, your skin tingling with the heat of his gaze.

This was the man you’d longed to attend the dance with tonight. The one who swore he’d never take part in such idiocy. Standing before you, clad in an all black suit.

You didn’t even have a thought to question it—to question him—on what the hell he was doing here, dressed like that—because as you stood there, your temperature rising, you met his eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and longing swirling within your own.

“Maybe not,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, “but somehow…you make it hard to feel anything else.”

Theodore's lips curved into a knowing smile, and his tongue darted out to wet them, his eyes locking with yours in silent understanding.

"Then maybe," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "we should find a way to make you feel everything."

Your entire body froze in place as Theodore slowly extended his hand towards you, the world around you fading into insignificance as if time itself had paused, as if someone had cast a spell on the clock. Almost entirely speechless, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his, the anticipation thick in the air as the distant strains of a slow dance song filtered through the corridor, emanating from the Yule Ball.

With a gentle smile, Theodore broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, "may I have this dance?"

As your lips parted to respond, a whirlwind of emotions danced across your face, your eyes flickering between his outstretched hand and the captivating depths of his gaze. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, your usually sassy self left utterly speechless, and with deliberate slowness, you surrendered your hand to his, relishing in the warmth that flooded your senses as he drawed you closer and into his embrace.

Theodore’s hands found their place on your waist with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling you closer to him as if to reassure you of his presence. You reciprocated by resting your palms on his shoulders, feeling the heat emanating from his body, its intensity seeping through the fabric of his suit jacket, igniting a tingling sensation in your fingertips.

You let your eyes trace a path up his strong chest, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was then that you noticed the emerald silk tie adorning his neck, its colour mirroring the rich hue of your dress almost perfectly.

Utterly mesmerized, you couldn’t comprehend the way this man had rendered you so bloody speechless. You’d never have expected any of this in a million years.

Finally, you managed to exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, “you…you matched my dress…”

Theodore’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.

“Only because I knew you’d be wearing it,” he replied, his voice warm, a soft caress against your skin. “Cormac is a fucking idiot.”

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the soothing melody of the rain and the gentle hum of the slow dance tune. You blinked, looking up at him through your lashes, finding yourself lost in the depth within the ocean of his eyes.

“You knew he’d ditch me,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the soft cadence of the music. As you watched Theodore’s eyes trace the curve of your lips, a flicker of realization dawned upon you. “You were betting on it.”

“I knew you deserved better,” he murmured, a soft swallow rippling through his throat as he spoke, his eyes shimmering beneath the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the rain-soaked courtyard. “And I was hoping you’d see it too.”

“Why didn’t you try to stop me?” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You thought back on the advice from the others. All those times Theo was quiet, just watching. Listening.

Theodore’s expression softened, a rueful smile gracing his lips as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Would you have listened, Bella?”

You could feel the subtle tension dissipate as Theodore's touch lingered on your cheek, and with a gentle swallow, you met his gaze, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you considered his question.

"Perhaps not," you replied, your voice as teasing as the grin gracing your lips. “I am quite stubborn, aren’t I?”

Theo chuckled, and you were going to leave it at that, remain silent and enjoy the moment for what it was, but as your eyes found his once more, a surge of honesty flooded your senses, rendering you momentarily breathless. The subtle rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips curved up while donning that devilish smirk of his, the sensation of his thumb brushing against your cheek—it was simply all too much to ignore.

"But, you should know,” you confessed softly, "I truly only wanted to go with you."

Theodore blinked, his gaze flickering with surprise at your admission, as if he hadn't expected you to voice your feelings so openly. But there was no denying the electricity crackling in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, coaxing your face closer to his, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"Dances have never really been my thing, Bella..." his voice, a mere whisper, sent your limbs shuddering with nerves. Your fingers trembled slightly against his shoulders, the only anchor keeping you grounded in the intensity of the moment. "But I'd slow dance across the entire castle with you if you asked..."

Leaning closer, Theodore's breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his words sending a shiver down your spine. As he leaned closer, you could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, the tremor in his exhale.

"I was a fool...” as he hovered inches from your lips, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the tension between you reaching its breaking point. “…for not mustering the courage to ask you myself.”

You wet your lips, your eyes bouncing all over his face, your entire body trembling with urgency, with need, with hunger. You’d hardly even heard his words at this point.

“Tell me, Bella…." he breathed, the words longing for an absolution only you could grant him. “Will you ever manage to forgive me?”

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned as close as you could possibly get, your lips just barely grazing against his, savouring the moment for every bloody second it had.

"Kiss me," you murmured through a grin, your voice barely above a whisper, "and perhaps…just perhaps, I'll find it in my heart to forgive you."

With that, he dipped low, two strong hands finding your face, capturing your lips with his, and you sighed, lids closing, reaching to forage into his hair. A soft exhale escaped him, the kiss deepening, and he cradled your head, holding you closer, his other hand falling to support your neck, thumb skimming your jaw.

You whined, joy glowing in your chest, and you eased against his body, the both of you melting into each other, melting into the moment, the sound of the rain and the rhythmic tune of the slowdance fading away in the foreground.

And as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, Theodore's eyes met yours again, blue orbs shimmering brighter than the moon.

"I’d spend a lifetime making it up to you," he vowed softly, urging your head to rest gently against his chest. "Starting with this dance."

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Sea Foam | Chapter Three

Theodore Nott x Siren!Reader

Read the other Chapters here.

Summary: It’s been three weeks since Theo found you by the Black Lake, and he’s tried his best to respect your wishes. But it hasn’t done anything to help either of you, and all of your efforts come crashing down in the bathroom at a Slytherin party.

Length: 2.1k

Notes: More of a Theo POV than the usual. Angry Theo. Teenage boys being teenage boys (foul and icky, nsfw language). Overbearing best friend Blaise. Smoking Theo. Slightly intoxicated reader. Soft Theo. Tears. I did not proofread this at all you have been warned, pls do tell me if there are any errors. Listen to Cinnamon Girl by Lana if you’d like to go through it. ily enjoy!

“You’re staring again,” Blaise grumbled under his breath from beside Theo in Divination. It had been three weeks since Theo had found you on the shoreline. Dressed only in your nightgown in the height of the winter frost. That crestfallen look on your face while the wind had bitten at you both. He’d tried his best to respect your wishes since then; making sure to steer clear of you whenever he could, to stop flitting through your mind like it was his favourite novel. He’d tried his best and still he’d failed, over and over.

He knew it was wrong, but he was beyond help. Slipping into your mind was unbearably easy. So much so, that he’d found himself doing it purely by accident on a few occasions, and he couldn’t quite figure out why. He knew you could practice occlumency, had even witnessed you obliterate Malfoy’s attempt at invading your mind in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class last year. Yet you barely even seemed to notice when he did it. Your apparent lack of awareness only made it harder for Theo to stop himself.

“Sorry,” Theo mumbled, blinking his trance away as he glanced over to Blaise with a dull apology. Blaise and Theo had become fast friends in First Year. After Cormack had made a comment about Theo’s Mother on the train, and Blaise had responded by hitting him right between the eyes. Blaise and Theo were close. Though not as close as you, Milli and Blaise were. Everyone knew that the three of you were utterly inseparable. Having met long before the rest of them at Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, it also meant that Blaise had adopted a tendency towards being irritatingly over-protective of you. Likely for good reason; Theo hadn’t made the best of impressions when it came to his relationships with women. They were often fleeting, borne of convenience and nothing more.

Which was exactly why Blaise was currently pissed with him. Blaise spent an awful lot of his time watching people. Regrettably, for Theo that included him, and these days he spent most of his time firmly stuck on you. To say Blaise wasn’t pleased would have been an understatement.

At this point, he may as well have been your damn guard dog, and Theo was tiring of the act quickly. He’d spent years wanting to know you, outside of the occasional class project. Years of pretending you didn’t exist for Blaise’s sake. When really, you were a large part of the reason that he had never settled on anyone to begin with.

Theo turned back to his parchment, huffing as he saw the ink stain leaking across the page. That, along with several half-finished notes, provided rather damning evidence of his distraction.

He stole a glance over at you again, keeping his head low in the hopes Blaise wouldn’t catch him. You were sitting beneath the window, stuck in a daydream of your own as Trelawney prattled on. Eyes misted over, one hand woven through your hair as you rested on it.

You were lovely.

Theo wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had resumed his staring. But as Trelawney brought the lesson to a close, the dull edge of a textbook collided with the side of his head in a singular, harsh thud. Breaking his focus on you as he looked up in bewilderment to Blaise, who stood with his edition of Astrology for the Ungifted raised.

“Git.” He hissed, lowering the book with scathing eyes.

Theo didn’t see you for the rest of the afternoon, not with Blaise practically escorting him to their dorm as soon as Divination concluded. Enzo was already there, lazily slung across his desk chair. Brow raised as Blaise entered in a huff, Theo trailing behind him in defeat. There was supposed to be a party in the Common Room tonight. But right now it wasn’t looking like Theo would be in for a particularly enjoyable evening.

“I know what you’re trying to do. You want to fuck her.”

“I don’t want to fuck her,” Theo winced at his friend’s choice of words.

“You don’t want to fuck her? You don’t want to fuck her?” Blaise rounded, textbook jabbing at Theo’s chest incredulously. Theo groaned, knowing Blaise wouldn’t rest until he knew Theo was being honest with him.

“No, I- fuck, fine. Yes, I want to. Of course I do, but that’s not-”

“Not what? Forgive me for my utter faith in your fucking abysmal track record. But she is my best fucking friend Theo.” Blaise snapped, turning from the boy’s dead-eyed stare and viciously tugging at his tie as he stalked towards his bed. Whipping it from his neck in a surge of anger.

Enzo rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. Watching the display unfold with anxious eyes as Matt cracked the bathroom door open, lighting up with sadistic intrigue. The pair exchanged a glance, the former silently begging the latter not to stick his foot in.

Theo felt his chest tighten at Blaise’s words. His hand running roughly along his jaw, trying to soothe his irritation. Gazing at the ornate wooden panels on the ceiling with a sigh before he attempted to break through to him again. It was out in the open now at least, it likely couldn’t get worse.

“You don’t understand, she-”

“Please, Nott. Tell me what I don’t understand about the girl I’ve known since she was three years old.” Blaise bellowed, reigniting as he swung back to the taller boy. The click of the door interrupted them.

“What’s with all the shouting? I can hear you fools from the hall,” Malfoy droned, bored as he kicked the door shut behind him. Flicking his wand to cast some sort of muffling charm across it.

“Fuck off, Malfoy.” Blaise sneered, not even glancing over to acknowledge his friend’s arrival. The words feeling far more aimed towards Theo than the blonde. Draco only sighed, moving past the both of them.

“None of you ever thank me for anything that I do for you,” He grumbled in response. Throwing a stack of books onto his bed before going to shove Matt out of the bathroom.

“If you even think about fucking touching her-” Blaise continued, steam practically rising from his skin as he narrowed in on Theo again.

“Oh, he has.” Matt interrupted, leaning back against Enzo’s desk with folded arms. Theo shooting him a heavy glare as Matt only smirked back knowingly. An expression Enzo swiftly answered by scolding him with a kick to the shin.

“Look at me, Nott,” Blaise demanded. His voice low, lip curling back in a sneer, “I’ll skin you, understand?”

“Listen, I-” Theo started, his own voice rising as his attention shifted back to Blaise, irritation swelling. But he was impossible to reason with when he was like this, everyone knew it.

“You don’t fuck with her,” Blaise cut in, his voice soaked with finality. Standing before Theo while his chest heaved with anger, book still clutched in his accusatory palm. Theo could feel his own restraint unwrapping. The other’s eyes on them only pushing him further into that corner of himself. He needed air, now. Or else he was going to do something he couldn’t undo. Then you were certain to never speak to him again.

Hands raised in silent surrender, he backed away from Blaise. Jaw set as he plucked his jacket from the end of his bed, turning for the door. Enzo’s tired sigh leaked through the dorm as he pulled it open harshly, likely readying himself to chastise Blaise. Something he’d also likely do to Theo when he caught him later. Though if he had any luck today, maybe Enzo and the others would already be drunk by the time he got back.

He made for the edge of the forest. Rolling a cigarette as he went, trying not to bite down on the filter between his teeth from residual disdain. The icy air was a small mercy, quenching the heat running through him almost immediately. For hours he stood out there, letting the smoke in to empty out all of the things he didn’t want to feel. Watching as the moon chased the sun down to the horizon.

The party would be well underway. God willing you hopefully had yourself tangled in someone else by now. At least then Theo might have been able to give himself a proper reason to stop, smooth things over with Blaise. Though he had begun to doubt if even that would work.

Theo made his way through the tangle of writhing bodies in the heat of the Common Room. No desire to taint himself further with the desperate need to forget that rolled off of the sweaty air. Matt was by the stairs, where the crowd thinned out at its edges. More enticed by the girl whose cigarette he was lighting than by any questions he might’ve had for Theo, as he continued his path to the dorms.

He had meant to go straight there. To take off his jacket, untie his shoelaces. Instead he found himself headed past his door, down to one of the communal bathrooms that lined the dormitory halls. He wasn’t sure why, until something tugged at him. Drawing him to push open the bathroom door; and there you were.

Gaze flitting to his hazily in the mirror. Eyeliner smudged, haloing your eyes. You stilled where you had been standing, as if he had walked straight out of your thoughts. Softening as you took in his wind kissed hair, and he the tremble of your fingers on the countertop. Theo pushed himself away, against the pull of his chest, away from what he wanted. He made for the door again, unsure of why he had allowed himself to be led to you to begin with.

“You weren’t at Dinner,” you called softly, not daring to turn and look at him without a reflection between you. He stilled, one hand on the door as his heart hammered at his ribs.

“You told me to stay away,” he answered simply. Afraid to turn around in case what he saw laying in your eyes only salted the wound some more.

“Not that far.”

You breathed, turning to face him. Eyes aching to touch his cheek, graze across his thoughts, his desires. Theo’s hand dropped from the door, chest swelling from your proclamation. He could feel his breathing falter, hear the force of it. He turned hesitantly, a rasp collecting in his throat.

“Well how far would you like me?”

He saw your breath hitch, didn’t even have to scratch at your mind. You seemed to be leaking into his on your own accord. He could hear just how far you wanted him, and it wasn’t far at all.

Your lips parted, so he made sure to be the first to speak. To save you both the trouble.

“You’re drunk.”

You shook your head, eyes growing glassy with the salt of tears as you moved towards where he leant against the door.

“I’ve been getting your little messages. The ones you keep leaving for me to find,” he murmured. Suddenly enraptured by his hands as his voice creased over his words.

“Theo-”

“It’s unbearable for me. Is it like that for you too?” He cracked, eyes flashing up to yours. Entirely afraid before you, before the possible weight of your answer. Because the truth was he couldn’t tell. He couldn’t tell which words were real and which you fed him to keep him at arm’s length. He searched you, begging for any kind of answer, but hoping only for one.

“Yes.”

Your tears spilled in an instant, and maybe you were a little drunk, but you were also sure that it didn’t change any of it. He knew as much, taking a tender step towards you to grasp your cheek. Running his thumb along the soft skin to collect your tears.

“This trance you seem to think I’m under,” Theo clarified, eyes lingering on yours as his thumb continued its path. Despite no longer having any need to do so. “It’s lasted five years already,” he breathed, “it’s not going to pass any time soon.”

You paused, smudged eyes widening as you gazed up at him. His confession sucking the air out of your lungs until you could no longer doubt that you needed him. You simply watched him for a moment, as though debating whether to say something you wouldn’t be able to swallow. The one thing that was still holding you back.

“I don’t know how to stop myself.”

“Then don’t,” he whispered, leaning closer to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. “You don’t need to be scared of wanting this.”

Theo drew back slightly, letting his fingertips linger. Brushing through the strands of your hair, behind your ear. His voice gentle, certain, “I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready.”

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[abbystromboli]

hey! I've asked like 57 other HP fic writers to do this but none of them have done it... PLEZ DONT LET MEH DOWN I LOVED UR FIC ABOUT RON WEASLEY

so how do you think that Hogwarts bis would react to getting in... suggestive positions with you during a game of twister.

specifically I really wanna see the reactions of Draco, Harry, Ron, Theo, and Mattheo

ILYSM

awwweeee Ilysm! the Ron fic is my fav toooooo!!!!!!

How they would react to getting in suggestive poses with you in Twister.

Draco Malfoy.

He was doing amazing at the game, taking out his competition with a few well-aimed kicks, when he heard the fateful words.

"left hand on red"

the only red available is one that props you over him, unfortunately hanging your tits in his face.

he's dumbfounded as you prop yourself there,

He gets so distracted, trying not to lose the whole game and his dignity

he goes tumbling down, and starts yelling about how you interfered and should be eliminated

when Blaise asks how you interfered Draco goes red in the face.

he knows he can't admit that he got a boner mid game.

Harry Potter

Harry was trying his hardest not to fall down laughing at some dumb joke that Ron had made,

”left foot on blue”

you accidentally make eye contact with the already reddened face of the chosen one, as you each realized what that position entails.

You prop yourself up into a position that could only be described as straddling him,

giving yourself a cramp as you try with all your might to hover over him instead of making contact with his groin.

after a few seconds he’ll whisper into your ear.

”I swear to Godrick, I’ll do all of your homework for a week, just. Give. Up.”

ya know... its pretty easy to get a sex slave outta this guy when he starts bargaining like that

Ron Weasley

I see this going one way and one way only.

This time, Ron (just his luck) is the one who gets the unlucky positioning

He has to prop himself In a way that he’s essentially pinning you down

his face goes red as you smirk at him over your shoulder and lightly push your ass up higher to meet his hard on.

he’d try to make himself lose in a classy way,

but he’d end up falling down onto you,

making a scene for all the gryffindors to gawk and tease about for the next few years.

Theodore Nott

My boy Theo is THE DEFINITION of sleek on the streets but a freak in the sheets

The game is going great, competition is dropping like flies, some people are even cheating in order to win.

"right foot on yellow"

You're pinned in a missionary position with Theo (while, of course, Dracos squirming around in the background, being a little bitch and tripping people)

He smiles down at you, this hoe is more comfortable with public spooning than you are, by a long run.

He might whisper sweet nothings in your ear, just to mess up your focus.

"why so tense amore mio?"

That's it. That's the end, game over (for you, at least. He goes on and wins the whole thing, and then makes an apology to you by the only way that seems to get through your thick little skull... fucking)

Mattheo Riddle

If Draco is cheating his way through the game, then I don't even know how to describe what Matthew is doing.

Mattheo should've lost in the first minute of the game.

should've, but luckily for him, his threats tend to come out pretty damn intimidating.

When you get stuck a position where your both lewdly intertwined, of course he tries the same thing with you.

"Give up, I know a wide array of jinxes that'd make your perky little ass shrivel."

Of course, you know he'd never do anything like that to you, so you can't help but giggle

Unfortunately for you, Mattheo doesn't find it funny.

He causes both of you to fall down and lose.

Probably grabs you by the wrist, takes you to his dorm, and makes good on his promise to make your ass shrivel... IN A WAY OTHER THAN JINXES

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS POOKIE! my inboxes are open and if you request something I will 100% write it bc it sparks joy :} ILY GUYS

[zetmns]

Slytherian shenanigans

Theodore nott x Reader (slytherian friend group)

A/n: hey… Ik I have to do spider boy and a Luke thing but I really don’t feel like writing and this is easier also I don’t feel like getting Those fake messages apps so I did this instead

Contacts:

mon amour 💌 = Theodore nott

rizzle (🙄)= mattheo riddle

Ferret 💀 = Draco Malfoy

PANSS 🫶🏽 = pansy parkison

Blaise 🔥 = Blaise zabini

sunshine boy 🐝 = Lorenzo berkshire

Hogwarts hated 😼🧙‍♂️

— Saturday 1:37 —

PANSS🫶🏻

GUESS WHO I SAW SNOGGING IN THE HALLS ‼️

ferret 💀

you say that as if it’s not regularly Done by so many people

sunshine boy 🐝

hey shut up Draco I actually Wanna know WHOOO.

PANSS 🫶🏻

Stfu Draco always moody 💀. IT WAS THEO AND Y/N. LIKE WHAT

Blaise 🔥

WHAT THE FUCK. THEO. Y/N

Y/n

No comment! 🥰

mon amour 💌

definitely not true pansy needs her glasses again🫡

PANSS 🫶🏻

bro stfu Theo 😭. Y/n want me more than she ever could Like ur gremlin ass giving troll that broke in 1st year

Mon amour 💌

who tf do you think you are as if. your ugly ass bangs weren’t lopsided third year. You literally looked like Dora you can’t even be trying to talk rn 💀

Rizzle (🙄)

he has a point tho you were lookin a little rough 🧍🏽

Sunshine boy 🐝

LMAOO HES NOT LYING THO

ferret 💀

someone had to say it tho fr

Y/n

a little rough. 😭

Blaise 🔥

so defensive Theo 🤨

mon amour 💌

ok 😐

PANSS 🫶🏻

he loves them 😛

Ferret 💀

real

sunshine boy 🐝

real

Blaise 🔥

real

rizzle (🙄)

real (idk)

Y/n

He loves me 😛🫶🏻

Mon amour 💌

Mhm ily 🙂

PANSS 🫶🏻

Didn’t even say the full three words red ass flag fr drop him y/n

mon amour 💌

pansy stfu thinking ur opinion matters 😭. Single ass hoe hasn’t been in a relationship. u don’t even know what a red flag is 💀

Sunshine boy 🐝

HELP SHE WENT SILENT FR

rizzle (🙄)

went silent or was silenced 😭

Blaise 🔥

HE WENT FOR BLOOD 😨

Ferret 💀

Gagged her fr

Y/n

Hes just a bit silly

Mon amour 💌

maybe just a bit idk 🤷🏻‍♂️

[acourtofchaos]

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Aaaa hi!! Ily 🖤🖤 here's a little snippet for you from a little death

It was the kind of hour that when you turned your head, cheek squished to soft leather as you did so, your tired gaze had found Tom, Enzo and Draco all in various degrees of wakefulness on one of the sofas. 

The elder Riddle was unsurprisingly the most alert and, maybe even more predictably, whispering with a heated kind of determination.

Swept up in an argument that Draco had no doubt started and was now severely regretting it given the way the blonde was slouching further and further into the cushions, eyes squeezed shut and his pale fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in weary annoyance. 

He could have just relented - should have for his own steadily decreasing sanity. Or safety. 

Both, really. 

But Malfoy was nothing if not stubborn, and in the next second he was muttering something under his breath before he could help himself. 

It resulted in Tom’s eyes narrowing before he leaned in so quickly that Draco blanched and both movements startled poor Enzo who had been trapped between them, half-asleep and now very much looking like he planned on throttling the pair of them. Regardless of the gruesome ending he would receive for the attempt. 

In the midst of their chaos, you let your eyes drift lazily to where Blaise was draped on the armchair beside them, rings glinting in the low-light as his fingers stroked gently through Pansy’s hair. The girl curled up in his lap, eyes closed and lips parted, dosing lightly against his shoulder after spending hours talking with you. 

And every now and again the boy would lift his head from atop of hers to speak, voice just loud enough to be heard without disturbing the sleeping girl in his arms, throwing an inflammatory remark into his friends’ already rapidly escalating debate just to see who would lose their shit first out of the three whilst he watched on and snickered into his drink. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of it all, a sticky- sweet kind of fondness dripping through your chest, making your heart glow golden in a way that told you this is what true happiness felt like.

And the feeling only grew when you felt a socked foot pressing into your thigh. Two small nudges, a sweet sort of quiet ‘you okay?’, from the boy slouched on the other side of the sofa who was watching you watch everyone else. 

Theo’s lips twitched upwards when you pressed back, eyes shining at the way you had to struggle to do so because Salazar help you, being piled on a sofa with your two best friends meant you could hardly tell which limbs were yours, much less move them.

It was what you got for letting Mattheo paw at you when he’d finally had enough of having to share you when Pansy eventually left your side. For giving in to his sleep-soft eyes and pretty pleading, the gentle neediness of his fingers curling around your wrist so that he could lure you onto the sofa that you were now trapped on like a pillow beneath the weight of him sprawled on your chest. 

You could only imagine how it must have looked. 

The tangle of yours and Theo’s legs forging an odd cradle for the younger Riddle who was sleeping lightly, moving every now and again like he couldn’t get close enough, like he wouldn’t be happy until his face fit into the exact curve of your neck and every part of him was pressed to some part of either you or Theo. Your thighs bracketing his stomach and his legs thrown over one side of the other boy’s hips, dangling over the edge. 

It was ridiculous. 

It was too warm. 

It probably wasn’t a normal way for three friends to act with each other.

[ogkatieelizabeth]

get to know me

hi, my name is katie

my favorite colors are green and pink. more specifically, emerald green and baby pink.

i think i have a pretty diverse music taste. my favorite song of all time is sparks fly (tv). i love taylor swift obviously, and my favorite album is reputation. not only because of the music, but for the meaning of the era. i also love lana del rey, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, renee rapp, the beatles, deftones, and nirvana.

some of my favorite movies are titanic, thirteen, saltburn, call me by your name, girl interrupted, the virgin suicides, black swan, bones and all, barbie, priscilla, mean girls, twilight, and the harry potter series. my favorite harry potter movie is the half blood prince. also, my hogwarts house is slytherin, and my patronus is a grass snake. my favorite characters from the series are draco, luna, hermione, fred, george, ginny, blaise, neville, and harry. but i particularly watch movies when i see myself in them. a few characters i see my self in are tracy freeland, venetia catton, elio perlman, lux lisbon, and draco malfoy.

a few things i love are reading on porch swings in the rain, iced coffee, and using tumblr like a diary

i have an unhealthy obsession with fictional men and actors : jacob elordi, draco malfoy, timothee chalamet, anakin skywalker, jackson avery, ryan gosling in the notebook, dominic fike, matthew gray gubler, milo mayhem, harry styles, mark walburg in fear, jared letos joker, joe keery

a few tv shows i like are friends, the good place, the sex lives of college girls, the vampire diaries, greys anatomy

i started really writing poetry about 6 months ago when i was in the psych ward. i ended up there exactly a month after my last relationship ended. and honestly it should’ve ended a lot sooner. poetry has become my way of turning pain into something prettier.

okay so if you cared enough to read all that ur so nice and we should definitely be mutuals. ily

[little-mary-marauders]

My thoughts on characters I remembered in math class.

Regulus Black: Aka the better Black. Pandora Lovegood: PLEASE PLEASE MOMMY. Barty Crouch JR: Fruity asf. Evan Rosier: Lowkey manipulative sometimes (I WAS MAD AT HIM BCZ OF A FICT) James Potter: LOML,HUSBAND. Sirius Black: B for leaving reg but aesthetic>>> Remus (moony) Lupin: Moony>>> Entire Marauders/HP Universe. Peter Pettingrew: Young Peter>>> Older Peter Marlene McKinnon: She can do whatever she wants to me. Run me over and I'll apologize for being in the way. Mary Macdonald: Cute asf. Lily Evans: Sometimes my girl needs to calm down. (IDK OKAY SHES THE LOML MATH CLASS FUCKS ME UP) Alice Prewitt: Older sis Frank Longbottom: ILY, Older brother. Dorcas Meadows: Ur hand in marriage darling. Harry Potter: Child of Reg and Jamie, Lily = Surrogate mother. Also fuck head for naming his son that. Ron Weasley: Stfu not everything has to be abt u, ily tho. Hermione Granger: Remus 2.0 Ginny Weasley: BAMF AKA Dorcas Meadows reincarnate. Bellatrix Black/Lestrange: Someone save her from the Rudolph the red nose deer wannabe. Narcissa Black/Malfoy: Deserved love. Andromeda Black/Tonks: Slayed when she ran. W*llb*rga Black (burnt burger): The devil doesn't even like you. Or*on Black: Hell won't accept your sorry ass. L*c*us Malfoy: I hope you rot in hell, if satan lets you in. Avery: Bitch. Mulicber: Mother Fucker. Snivellus: Needs to wash his hair. Draco Malfoy: Needs to stop saying "My father will-" Mathew Riddle: Hot. Blaise Zabini: Eh, nice, depends tho. Crabbe: Idk, stupid and somehow turned black. Goyle: Idiot. Theodore Nott: Cute, Hot, Rich, Daddy issues. Pansy: Dora the explorer wannabe. Albus Severus Potter: Deserves a better father.

[evangelinesecondacc]

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Hey guys, I am currently taking a break, because I am mentally not well and need to sort many things out. I’ve been inactive for a while and it will probably still stay like that for a bit. I’ve been struggling for a long time now, but I can no longer continue (for now).

Ily guys

about me 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

English is not my first language so please have mercy and correct me if I make any mistakes.

This is my second account, my first got somehow banned, didn’t knew this was a thing, but I started this one and I really hope that I will get my old followers back, cus we were such a little group that everyone knew everything. I am also not gonna post all the old stuff I wrote cus i literally don’t have them on my phone anymore 😭

And for those who don’t know what to call me, just call me Evangeline it’s not my real name, but I’m js kinda stuck with it now.

I do accept requests, just message me.

And I also wanted to say, that I often write about depression, SH and ED. I am not romanticizing that. I am just writing it, because I either truly believe that the character suffers from it, or it’s requested. I won’t write about SH and Depression too detailed because I don’t have any experience with these two. I also don’t want other people to be triggered by it. So if you request it, I might change it a little bit.

I will try to continue to post regularly.

And please pray for our beloved brothers and sisters in 🇵🇸.

I don’t wanna have any nasty z!os, r@cists, islamophobes, or any other weird people here.

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Anon emojis

If u wanna be added, send me a message with ur emoji, your pronouns and your age please.

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Slytherin boys:

What’s in their bags

What outfits they’d like on girls Part.1 & Part.2

What I think they’d wear, modern au

What pets I think they’d have

What tattoos I think they’d have

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Part 1

ghostface!mattheo final girl

we both knew, mattheo x reader

Mattheo commentating the quidditch match

Blaise Zabini

Spending the summer with him

OC:

Hero x Villain OC!

Xanth x Lyra vibes

More is coming dw!

what I can do 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

-one shots

-head canons

-sibling!slytherinboy

-angst

-a little bit smut, I’m not good at it but I can try

-any requests

-talk with you!

-answer questions

-help out with anything

what I can’t do 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

-write big age gaps

-write literal gr@pe, I won’t write that shi, so stop requesting it

-write detailed smut, I can’t write that for the love of god, I am terrible at it

So yeahhhhh, BYE🫧

⠀

[slut4prongs]

OKAY guys, i keep disappearing because i’m lacking motivation to write about the marauders so i’m thinking of expanding on who i write about.

so expanding into the lightning era i’d write about:

golden trio

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

slytherins

theo nott

enzo berkshire

mattheo riddle

draco malfoy

blaise zabini

pansy parkinson

others

george weasley

fred weasley

ginny weasley

luna lovegood

neville longbottom

cedric diggory

oliver wood

i think thats all but also THANKS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS??? I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE like what ily

[blaisenova]

uh oh, it's another fandom writer...

heyo!!

my name's blaise (he/him), i'm 22, and i am, regrettably, a writer. i am also, regrettably, going to make that everyone else's problem.

my current interests are: undertale and AUs, my original characters (L).

some fun little background: i've been writing seriously since i was in high school and have had my work published before! i was an english major in college to become a creative writer for a career before realising that i was absolutely going to kill my love for writing if i did that. so, i switched majors, dropped out, blah, blah, blah... now i'm an english major again. TAKE TWO BABYYYYYY. i still write frequently, and, if i can promise you nothing else, i can promise you good grammar LOL.

that said, i've decided to dedicate this blog to publishing my work and maybe taking some fun little requests for those of you that have excellent ideas but don't really want to write.

i tend to write anywhere between 1k to 10k words, though most of what i post here will probably be on the shorter side while the longer stuff will be linked on my ao3.

feel free to send requests!

before you do, though, please heed my boundaries listed below:

WILL WRITE:

angst, hurt/comfort (if your request contains triggering content that i'm not feeling at the moment, i reserve the right to deny!)

fluff

violence/gore

ship content (NOT proship. the ship must be legal and morally acceptable)

multiple characters

WON'T WRITE:

ANYTHING PROSHIP

18+ content (flirting and jokes are acceptable, within reason, but i will not be writing anything explicit)

problematic content (racism, homophobia, abuse, etc)

anything glorifying mental illness

x readers/self-inserts. i write exclusively in third person with characters that aren't directly tied to someone (unless you are my friend. hi ily friends), sorry

feel free to reach out if you just want to rant too. i need more friends into the shit i like </3

EXTRA

blog tags:

#blaise writes - my writing

#blaise draws - if i dare to post my art

#blaise rambles - when i have shit to say without writing it LOL

#blaise reblogs - my reblogs, i'll try to be sparse and keep on topic but please feel free to blacklist

my ao3:

[slytherinslut0]

HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO ASK A FAVOUR

ID LOVEEEEE if yall would slide up into my ask box with any little oneshot ideas or suggestions or anything you’d like for me to take in consideration for once Beg For Me is finished

Can be for any man; Mattheo Theo Enzo Draco Tom Blaise Reggie literally anyone

I’m talking your DIRTIEST FILTHIEST NASTIEST SLUTTIEST dreams and wishes. Don’t hold back on me.

(They won’t be answered it’s just for me to ponder over. Ty ily all)

[spideyhexx]

okay this was harder than i thought bc i realized we haven't talked about his childhood much and he would've chosen this at 12 BUT

Andrew – very traditional confirmation name (one of the 12 apostles), means strong/manly (from Greek). Families with established wealth tend to be traditional generally and especially with gender roles, can also see this being a familial name/something his father grandfather etc chose and now he is

Benedict – traditionally prayed to for protection, patron saint of those in need (painting with broad strokes here). We haven’t discussed his childhood in depth but maybe if he had an ill parent or sibling growing up (also would have impacted his relationship with the church and could be a reason for him drifting away)

Valentine – this is a personal thing because i think it’s a cool name but i feel like it wouldve been a heavy lift for a twelve year old

Peter – means “rock”, could have similar reasoning to Benedict, could explain why he’s so internal about everything

Theodore – very classic, not ostentatiously a confirmation name

August – means “great, magnificent”, could have been chosen out of external expectations of him or internal hopes for himself

Sebastian – St. Sebastian is associated with courage, again could be interesting if he chose it at a vulnerable time in his life

ones i think sound cool - thomas, alexander, isaac, edward, raphael, abel, blaise, ignatius, basil

THANK YOUUUUU ILY also you’re right we should talk a little more about his childhood and such, the only real thing I have is that he’s either an only child or has an older brother but I can’t decide on that

Do also like valentine, would the 12 year old choose it idk, but it also feels like an ironic name for Jack to have so I’m thinking

Sebastian…Benedict I do like because that was one of the names we were considering for Jack’s first name way back when

BASIL I LOVE VERY DEEPLY TOO and Alexander flows very well

[luminescenc1e]

Naravno, brzo je pronašao nešto za šta bi je kritikovao kao oblik skretanja pažnje. "Nemam nikakvog interesa da se bavim tim moronima, pogotovo zato što ne mogu da koristim nijednu od zaista zabavnih čini u ovoj beskrajno beskorisnoj školi." Mogla je da se duri i negoduje koliko hoće, ali na kraju bi Pansy sledila ono što Draco kaže i prihvatila njegovu ponudu.

"Zvuči kao plan, kako bih mogla da ne uspem kad mi Malfoy pomaže?" Potrudila se da trepne trepavicama pre nego što je prekinula rutinu. "Dakle, šta radi Blaise? Nisam ga videla neko vreme, mislim, osim kad sedi iza mene na času ili dok čekamo ispred učionice, ali nikad ga nema u zajedničkoj sobi."

                   ˜”*°•.         Možda  su  bili  tamo  iz  drugih  razloga - ali  da  stvarno   razgovaraju  o  tim  razlozima  ?   To se  nije  moglo  desiti.  Ipak  je  slegao  očima  dok  je pričala - zašto  je  morala  da  pokvari  već  lošu  noć  spominjanjem  tog  imena ?   ❝ Haha,  smešno.  Već  sam  bolji  od  nje. ❞  Bar  je  bio  pravi  čarobnjak.  

❝ Ti,  s  druge  strane ,  trebala  bi  malo  dodatne  vežbe  u  duelima.  Stvarno,  šta  je  bilo  to  ujutro ? ❞  Duel  između  nje  i  Gryffindora,  jedan  koji  neće  zaboraviti.  Gryffindor je  već  osvojio  previše  poena;  nisu  mogli  da  nastave  da  gube. ❝ Mogu  da  ti  pomognem  ako  želiš. Treba ti . ❞ 

[blood-driven]

This blog is usually pretty dark, but I wanted

 to just remind people @yuuwen​ deserves the softest nose boop