#slytherin dorm

[moonpascal]

IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY VISUALS <3

chapter 1: hospital wing (love that there was a chair)

Chapter 3: forbidden forest flashback

Chapter 3: theos dorm & trunk of jumpers/clothes

Chapter 4: astronomy tower & spot/railing they were sitting by

[zazzander]

Sketch of Regulus' dorm (as per my fan fic)

I wanted the dorms to have cave vibes & feel really cosy, so instead of 4 poster beds they have box beds.

[fiasco95]

[Pandora staring at a shirtless Regulus smoking and reading a book by the window alcove.]

Pandora:

Pandora: Okay. Those who agree Regulus is hot, say aye. Aye.

Barty: Aye.

Dorcas: Aye.

Evan: Aye.

Marlene: Aye.

James: Aye.

Pandora: …

Pandora: MARLENE???

Pandora: JAMES POTTER?!?!

Marlene: hey I may be a lesbian but I’m not blind.

James: I’m blind but that has nothing to do with anything, he’s just hot.

Pandora:

Pandora: That’s not what I had a problem with but okay.

[slytherin-princess-x]

Slytherinmas story day

Toxic games

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

A/n: kissing, swearing

Chapter 3: Poison & Pleasure

The emerald sheets beneath me were cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the inferno that was Mattheo Riddle hovering above me. Shadows from the floating candles played across his features, turning him into something almost otherworldly – a demon dressed in Slytherin robes, come to collect his due.

"Look at you," he breathed, trailing a finger down my throat. "So fucking perfect, spread out on my bed like you belong here."

I arched an eyebrow, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his touch affected me. "Careful, Riddle. That almost sounded like a compliment."

His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there – a reminder of the power he thought he held. "Maybe I'm tired of pretending I don't notice you."

"Pretending?" I laughed, the sound hollow in the space between us. "Is that what we're calling your obsession now?"

His grip tightened fractionally. "You're one to talk about obsession. I saw how you watched me all night, even while you were kissing Pucey." His free hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. "Did you imagine it was me?"

"You wish." But my voice betrayed me, coming out breathier than intended.

A knowing smirk curved his lips. "I don't have to wish, y/n. Your body gives you away every fucking time."

To prove his point, he pressed his lips to the spot just below my ear that he knew drove me crazy. I bit back a moan, but couldn't stop my hands from clutching his shoulders.

"I hate that you know me this well," I whispered, the words falling like poison between us.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and for a moment, the masks we both wore slipped. "I hate that I want to know you better."

The admission hung in the air, too honest, too real for whatever this was between us. We didn't do vulnerability. We didn't do truth. We did anger and lust and power plays.

So I did what I did best – I destroyed the moment.

"Shut up and kiss me properly, you pretentious prick."

His eyes darkened, masks sliding back into place. "As my lady commands."

But this kiss was different from our others. Still rough, still demanding, but there was something else there now. Something that felt dangerously close to need.

My fingers worked at his shirt buttons as his mouth traced patterns of ownership across my collarbone. Each touch was a claim, each kiss a brand. We were marking our territory, though neither of us would admit that's what this was.

"Tell me you want me," he demanded against my skin.

I dragged my nails down his now-bare chest, relishing in his sharp intake of breath. "Make me."

Challenge accepted, his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, and suddenly he was everywhere – his touch, his taste, his scent overwhelming my senses until I couldn't remember why I was supposed to be fighting this.

"Say it," he growled, his control visibly slipping.

And maybe it was the way moonlight filtered through the lake water outside his window, casting us both in an ethereal green glow. Maybe it was the lingering firewhisky in my veins. Or maybe I was just tired of pretending.

"I want you," I breathed, the words feeling like surrender and victory all at once. "I fucking want you, Mattheo."

His eyes met mine, and for the first time since this toxic dance began, I saw something that looked almost like reverence in them.

"Good," he whispered against my lips. "Because you're mine now. Whether you like it or not."

As his mouth claimed mine again, more possessive than ever, a terrifying thought crossed my mind: maybe I'd been his all along.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd been mine too.

[To be continued...]

Tag list: @yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred

[shakespearean-simp]

mattheo after playing "indoor quidditch" (it's raining) and breaking something then blaming it on theo

something includes: a lamp, vases, a shelf, a couch cushion, a blanket, pillows, and burning a hole into the carpet

r: who just broke the lamp? ...mattheo...

m: it wasn't me! it was theo! [points and glares accusingly + said perpetrator runs to his dorm]

r: ...nott...! [follows upstairs]

t: [little girl shriek followed by a distinct sound of slamming and thuds]

[florsial]

Jegulus' first date wasn't even intentional. They had been in a weird flirting stage for a couple of months in the beginning. But it became official when James saw Regulus in Hogsmeade by himself right before it started pouring. The two of them ran into the nearest building to wait out the pouring rain. The building turns out to have been Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop so they spent their time there waiting.

At the end, James was like, "Should I consider this our first date as boyfriends?"

And Regulus was like, "...You know, sure."

That's how their first date went.

[charbroiledchicken]

Regulus: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! Regulus: Regulus: Something’s wrong here.

[seekmemystar]

Barty got hard when Evan put a hand on his hand for the first time ever

[cruxxio]

"That's the 5th jersey you stole..." "Well what's yours is mine now." 😈

[embeccy]

Who else is a Ravenclaw? 💙🖊️🐦👑

[hazybrained]

rosekiller would fuck HEAVY with this song

[valoflunar]

Marlene,Barty and James aka the impulse buying trio

[quotidian-oblivion]

All the knights of Camelot are Gryffindor.

[rayssion]

Barty: what happened exactly?

Regulus: he called me baby so I panicked and ran away.

Barty: he called you baby?

Regulus: yes.

Barty: and you chickened out?

Regulus: in my defense, it was a one night stand, who calls their hook up baby? I had to flee!

Barty: did it never cross your mind that maybe Potter wanted more than one night stand?

Regulus: if so, he can still come ask me out tomorrow like a regular person not just shoving me to his car while drunk and threatening me not to scream with rubber ducks.

Barty: wait back up a little, he did WHAT??

[slytherin-princess-x]

What’s up guys I’m back with a story/ slytherinmas kinda thing….enjoyyy!

Toxic Games:

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

Chapter 1: Serpent's Den

The Slytherin common room pulsed with magic and mayhem. Green lights danced across stone walls, casting eerie shadows that matched the questionable decisions being made by drunk seventh-years. Bass-heavy music thrummed through ancient floors that had seen centuries of secrets, though probably none quite like the ones I was about to create.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I pressed my lips against Adrian Pucey’s. It wasn't about him – it never was. It was about the piercing dark eyes I could feel burning into my skin from across the room. Mattheo Riddle, Slytherin's resident heartless bastard, who thought he owned every inch of this dungeon... including me.

I pulled away from Adrian with practiced grace, making sure to let my fingers linger just a moment too long on his chest. The poor boy was already half in love with me – they always were. But he wasn't the target. No, my target was currently crushing a crystal goblet in his hand, dark liquor spilling over pale fingers.

I didn't have to wait long.

The stone wall hit my back before I even saw him move. Mattheo's hands found my hips with bruising intensity, his breath hot against my neck. The party continued around us, but in our corner of the common room, time seemed to stop.

"Why the fuck did you kiss him? To make me jealous or something?" he huffed, fingers digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.

I let out a laugh, cold and calculating. "Jealous? Please." My eyes met his, challenge written in every blink. "Everything I do makes you subconsciously want me more and more, so why would I need to make you jealous when you're already falling over your feet for me?"

A smirk played on my lips as I watched his eyes darken to obsidian. His grip tightened, and I knew there would be marks tomorrow. Good. I wanted them there.

"You're not in my head, y/n," he growled, face inches from mine. "I don't want you."

"Yet here you are, still playing this game." I leaned closer, my lips barely brushing his ear. "You know I win every time."

The music faded into white noise as tension crackled between us like badly cast spells. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek – the tell-tale sign that I'd gotten under his skin. Again.

"My dorm. Now." The words came out as a command, rough and raw.

I arched an eyebrow, victory already taste-testing on my tongue. "Make me."

His eyes flashed dangerously, and before I could draw another breath, he had my wrist in a vice grip, pulling me through the crowd. Bodies parted like the Red Sea before him – everyone knew better than to get in Mattheo Riddle's way when he looked like this.

As we approached the boys' dormitory stairs, I caught a glimpse of our reflection in one of the ancient mirrors lining the corridor. We looked exactly like what we were – two vipers about to strike.

This was how our game always played out. We'd push and pull, bite and kiss, hate and want until something snapped. Tonight wouldn't be any different.

Or maybe it would be.

Because this time, as Mattheo practically dragged me up the spiral staircase to his private prefect's room, I couldn't tell if I was winning anymore – or if I'd already lost.

[To be continued...]

[wishchthumblr]

so i like to imagine its kind of like an unspoken tradition at hogwarts to carve or write your name/initials in your bed before you graduate so later students can get a little mystery trying to figure out who slept in their dorm before them

so what if in aus where Harry is sorted into slytherin, instead of JP being scratched into the post of his gryffindor dorm bed, in a slightly hidden part of the frame in his slytherin dorm bed it says R.A.B in nearly carved letters

and what if (especially if this is an au where slytherin harry is an evil little shit (as a treat)) he eventually finds another older carving on his bed that says T.M.R