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the archer | lorenzo berkshire x reader

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"who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?"

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Lorenzo Berkshire had no idea why his cat was such a hateful being, but she had always been that way, ever since she was a kitten. He would have understood if she had been a rescue from the streets or something, but, alas, she wasn't. She had always been feisty, and only docile with him, which was why his aunt (who owned the mother) had just sent her his way. Not that he minded, he often joked how his cat, who he had fondly named Midnight, was just like him: very selective with who he let close to him.

He had brought her with him to Hogwarts, naturally, and she had secluded herself exclusively within his dorm room— she hated being at the castle, but he knew that she would hate being at home without him even more. And, when he had graduated into sixth year, he had been blessed with his own dorm room, allowing her to finally settle down.

Only, the current problem was that she was missing. Lorenzo had returned from Saturday breakfast in hopes of a bit of downtime with his feline friend, but he instead found a frown forming on his face as he frantically searched his entire bedroom and then down the corridors and all the other Slytherin dormitories. She was definitely gone, he realised, beginning to feel an itching sense of worry as he loved that cat more than anything. Why would she have left? Did the privacy of a solitary bedroom meant she finally felt comfortable enough to explore the rest of the castle? He didn't know, and it didn't matter, he just knew that he had to find her.

"Have you seen Midnight?" he asked, hurrying up to Mattheo in the common room.

"No."

"She's missing."

"She's a cat, she's probably just wandering," his friend shrugged, "They do that, y'know."

"Not Midnight," he ran his hand through his hair, "Never Midnight."

Mattheo observed his friend carefully, "Relax, mate, she'll come back."

"I can't relax," he cursed under his breath, "I'm going to look for her."

What if she attacked someone who tried to pet her? Dumbledore might ban Midnight from the castle and send her home. Or, even worse, she would get put down. He couldn't bear that thought, but after searching all the rooms down in the dungeons, he quickly realised that he had no idea where to look from there.

***

Meanwhile, you had been enjoying a perfectly pleasant afternoon in the courtyard with a book, the last rays of Summer shining down on you before the chilliness of Autumn struck. You went to turn the page, when you noticed a commotion going on across the expanse of flagstones. With furrowed eyebrows, you let curiosity get the better of you and shut your book.

Upon arriving at the scene, you quickly realised that the centre of attention was a pitch-black cat who was hissing ferociously. Some second year boys were tormenting the poor thing who was clearly terrified— reaching their hands out to get a reaction, and then pulling away before it could swipe them with its claws.

"What are you doing?" you asked disapprovingly, normally willing to let younger years have their mischievous fun, but not at the expense of a poor innocent animal.

"It attacked Gareth out of nowhere," one of the boys gestured towards his friend, who was nursing a bleeding arm, "We're just getting our revenge."

You shook your head, "I can't allow that, I'm afraid, it's obviously terrified."

Crouching down, you placed your book on the floor and delicately held a hand out a safe distance from the cat. You made cooing noises to attract it over, hoping that it wouldn't see you as a threat.

"I wouldn't do that," the boy who had been scratched said, "A seventh year girl tried already, and now she's in the hospital wing."

"I'm not scared of a little blood," you replied, before saying to the cat, "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby, I'll get you away from these scary boys, yeah?"

Maybe it sensed your gentle nature, or maybe you simply seemed like the lesser evil next to the boys, but it ceased its hissing and started cautiously padding towards you. Eventually, its soft face rubbed against your palm, and you began soft pets until you could feel purring.

"There we are, you're safe," you murmured, delicately positioning yourself to pick it up, hoping it wouldn't freak out too much. Thankfully, it didn't, and settled into one of your arms as you picked up your book and stood up. "Your owner is probably looking for you."

A soft mewl came in response. You decided that it would be easier for the owner to find their cat if you stayed in the same place, so you returned to your reading spot and sat the cat down on your lap. It curled up instantly, closing its eyes as it entered a light slumber, while you reopened your book and continued where you left off.

***

Rumours spread like wildfire within the walls of Hogwarts, so it wasn't long before Lorenzo heard that a girl had been attacked so badly by a cat that she had ended up in the hospital wing. He immediately sprinted in that direction, ignoring scoldings from teachers and prefects, until he burst into the polished white room.

"Whatever do you think you're doing, young man?" Madam Pomfrey snapped.

"The girl. Cat attack," he panted out, "Where is she?"

The nurse pointed towards the end bed of the ward, "Just there— although I must ask you to-"

Lorenzo didn't listen to the rest of her words, running over to the girl's bed. She had a bandage on her cheek and right arm, and she didn't seem all that pleased.

"What colour was the cat?" he asked quickly.

The girl frowned, "I'm guessing that beast is yours then."

He nodded.

She rolled her eyes, "Black. You ought to get it put down."

Lorenzo let out a sound that bordered on a growl.

"It scratched me so deep it hit an important artery. There was blood everywhere— my favourite shirt is ruined."

"I don't care," he bit off, "Where did it happen?"

She scowled at him, "The courtyard. Go deal with it before someone else gets hurt."

He didn't even give her a response before he was running off again, praying to all the Hogwarts founders that Midnight was still in the courtyard and completely unharmed.

***

Approximately twenty minutes had passed by with the adorable feline curled up in your lap when the sound of a door bursting open echoed throughout the courtyard. You watched as an angry Lorenzo Berkshire, a Slytherin boy in your year, made a beeline towards the group of second year boys that were still gathered. He must have seen the blood on one of the boys' arms, because he went to him first. You observed curiously as Berkshire spoke angrily, and then the evidently now scared boy pointed in your direction.

Berkshire looked over, and then his eyes locked on to yours. He was storming over to you with a fury that could destroy nations.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Can I help you?"

He didn't reply, the anger not leaving his face, but he seemed to be contemplating something.

"Hello? Berkshire?"

"That can't be her," you heard him mutter. At the sound of his voice, the cat perked up, and instantly meowed at him. "It is you," he said disbelievingly.

"Your cat, I presume?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, holding out his hand to beckon it over.

"What's its name?" you realised that this was the first conversation that you were having with the boy despite sharing classes for over five years.

"Midnight," he said, his voice sounding oddly strained, "She's called Midnight."

You smiled, scratching her neck in a way that made her mewl. "It's very fitting."

Lorenzo stared at you interacting with his cat, having never before seen Midnight so friendly with anyone except him. "She hates people," he said without thinking.

You hummed, "Yeah, I heard about the girl in the hospital wing."

He grimaced.

"She's quite sweet with me though."

"I've never seen her like that with anyone but me."

"Guess I'm special," you beamed, continuing to stroke Midnight.

"Uh, can I have her back now?" he asked, seeming almost unsure of himself. While Lorenzo was generally considered one of the nicer Slytherin boys, he still held himself with a terrifying confidence, and didn't have a completely scot-free track record either— refer to his behaviour when it comes to his cat going missing. However, now, stood before you as said cat had elected you as the second likeable person she had met, the confidence had been knocked out of him.

"Oh, of course," you said easily, picking Midnight up and handing her over. "Bye, cutie," you cooed, as the black cat reluctantly accepted her fate in Lorenzo's arms.

"Thanks," he said stiffly, turning on his heel and walking away. You couldn't help but watch his behaviour with an air of amusement.

***

"Fuckin' Azkaban," Lorenzo cursed, so loudly that Mattheo popped his head through the door.

"What are you shouting about?"

"Midnight's missing. Again."

Mattheo chuckled, "Maybe that girl who took a liking to your cat took her."

Lorenzo looked at him disbelievingly, "I highly doubt that. L/N isn't the type to sneak into another house."

With a shrug, his friend fully entered the room. "I'd say maybe don't freak out as much this time. We lost a lot of points for you being a dick to that girl in the hospital."

Lorenzo scowled, "You're one to talk. You've lost ten times as many points as me."

"Do you want to go look for her? It's almost curfew."

"I have to. Can't have another hospital case."

"Put a tracking charm on her when you find her."

Lorenzo agreed that it was a good idea.

***

Whenever there was a cacophony of meows coming from outside a common room door, it was customary to open it. Often times a cat would be returning to its owner, and it wouldn't do to leave it stranded out there. Today was no exception.

You were, as usual, curled up on a sofa doing some homework when you heard faint meows from the other side. Perking your head up, you watched as the boy nearest to the door went to open it, letting in a black cat. It didn't seem like anything strange: you knew a couple black cats who belonged to your house members. Only, they were sweet and friendly, and you watched as the cat tried to scratch the poor boy. Thankfully, he dodged it, and you quickly ran over as you suspected whose cat it might be.

Immediately, it meowed softly at you and went to rub against your legs— and that's when you knew that it was definitely Midnight.

"Get your cat under control," the boy said.

"Oh, she's not mi-" but he had already walked away.

With a sigh, you picked up the feline and moved back to the sofa, knowing that it was just past curfew so you couldn't return her right at that second. Unless she elected to leave herself, she would have to stay with you for the night. Not that you were complaining, but you could only imagine how worried Lorenzo must be. Those thoughts quickly slipped away, however, when she curled up in your lap and began purring.

***

Walking down the darkened corridor with nothing but his wand as light, Lorenzo found his feet leading in one particular direction. He had already checked the Great Hall, and the kitchens, and peeked out the window into the courtyard, but to no avail. Only one more idea of where she might have wandered off to lingered in his mind: he knew what house you were in, and that was where he was headed. He just hoped to Salazar that he wouldn't run into a professor.

"Mr Berkshire."

Fuck.

"Yes, professor?" he said slowly, turning around to face Professor Snape.

"It's past curfew."

"I know, professor."

"How disappointing to see one of my own Slytherins disregarding the rules of Hogwarts."

"It's my cat," he said, hoping Snape would show some amount of heart, "She's missing."

Snape quirked an eyebrow, "Cats are prone to wandering. This is hardly a cause for concern."

"Yes, but not Midnight."

"Regardless of the nature of your cat, do you really think you will find her considering the size of this castle?"

Lorenzo said nothing.

"I understand she was responsible for the attack the other day. However, that is hardly a risk as it is night time, when students should be in bed," he drawled the last part, his arms firmly crossed.

"Yes, professor."

"Five points from Slytherin." Lorenzo knew the punishment would have been harsher if he wasn't of the house he was.

"I know where she is, though."

"How is she considered missing, then?"

Lorenzo didn't have an answer for that.

"If you know where she is, you will have no trouble finding her in the morning. I will escort you back to the dungeons."

The boy let out a sigh.

***

Having not slept a wink that night, Lorenzo was up bright and early just after sunrise, ready to resume his journey to your house. He walked up to where he had heard that the door was— having never seen it in person— and thought about how he was going to enter. To his luck, it swung open, to reveal a prefect from your house. She immediately gave him a sceptical look.

"What do you want, Berkshire?"

"I need to see L/N."

"At this hour?" she sighed.

"She has my cat. I think."

"The black one?"

He nodded.

"Okay, fine— you can go in," she said, stepping out the way, "But don't tell anyone I let you in."

"Of course, thank you."

Mattheo had always told him that she was one of the softer prefects, having had a lot of experience with them on his late night antics.

He entered the common room to find that it was empty, and he didn't waste anytime heading up the girls' dormitory stairs. Thankfully, the layout was quite simple: each year had their own floor, and it went upwards chronologically. The first few floors had rooms that were shared, but when he reached the sixth floor, he found a number of doors that seemed to align with the number of sixth year girls in your house.

Only, which one was yours? He couldn't very well walk in on an unsuspecting sleeping girl: Salazar knows how she would react.

So, he decided to knock on the first door, waiting patiently as he heard a groggy, "What?" in response. He felt a little bad for waking someone up, but Midnight was more important to him than anything.

"Uh, which room is L/N's?"

"Berkshire?" the voice replied. He was surprised at how calm she seemed to be taking the news that a Slytherin boy had invaded the girls' dormitories.

"Uh, yes."

"Last room on the left. Your cat is fine."

He concluded that you must be friends with her, and informed her that the cat you were in possession of belonged to him.

"Thank you," he said, adding a, "Sorry for waking you," to which he heard no response.

Choosing to leave her be, he made his way to your room and once again knocked. Only, this time, he didn't get a response. He knocked again, and he still received no human response, but he did hear a familiar meow sound out. Praying that you would forgive him, he opened the door and peeked in carefully, to see that you were curled up within your pillows with Midnight lying down beside your head.

He entered the room fully and quietly closed the door behind him. His cat meowed again, louder this time, which caused you to stir in your sleep. When your eyes finally peeled open and caught sight of Lorenzo through your blurry vision, you jumped out of bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you whisper-yelled.

"My cat," he said simply.

"Is perfectly safe and healthy as you can see— that's no reason to break into girls' dormitories!"

Once again, Lorenzo found himself speechless. All you were wearing was a skimpy pair of shorts and a cropped top which had your nipples peeking through. Not much was left to the imagination.

"Berkshire! What if I'd been naked?"

That's when a smirk crept on to his face, as he felt his usual level of confidence oozing through his veins. "What if, hm?"

"Keep it in your pants," you grumbled, grabbing a jumper from the floor and pulling it over your head. You tried to ignore the way his gaze made you feel.

He shrugged, changing the subject, "I had to make sure Midnight was safe."

"Well, you clearly knew where she was."

He couldn't argue that point, causing an awkward silence to fall upon the room. Awkward until he involuntarily let out a yawn.

"That's what you get for being up so early," you mumbled, climbing back into your bed and under the sheets. Midnight immediately began cosying up to you.

"I couldn't sleep."

You regarded him carefully: it was strange to see a Slytherin boy so evidently worried about another living being.

"Here she is, then," you said, gesturing towards the feline, "Take her and go sleep before people see you were here."

"Embarrassed of me?" he chuckled, moving to pick up Midnight.

"I'd rather not get called a slut," you snapped.

He didn't reply to that comment, wrapping his hands around his cat who did not take kindly to the action: not that she tried to scratch him or anything, but she immediately wriggled out of his arms to return to you.

"Midnight, you're my cat, you can't stay here," he grumbled, trying to pick her up again. You watched the scene play out through half-shut eyes, feeling quite amused by the whole ordeal.

Once again, she escaped his grasp.

"This is unbelievable."

"What? Unbelievable that she likes me so much?" you chuckled sleepily.

Lorenzo scowled, "I'm not leaving until she comes with me."

You sighed, realising that you may not be able to escape any slut rumours at this rate. "Fine. But I'm going back to sleep."

Lorenzo watched as your breathing became slower and more laboured, unable to process the absurdity of the situation that he was in. However, he could process how peaceful and adorable you looked while sleeping, all while his furry feline cuddled up next to you with deep purrs. Eventually, he felt his lack of sleep catch up to him, his body finally allowing itself to relax now that he knew Midnight was definitely safe and sound. He sat down on your bed, reaching his hand out to stroke his cat. She mewled at the action, making him feel relieved that she hadn't started to hate him all of a sudden.

"Am I not enough for you, hm?" he murmured softly, sitting up against the headboard. His head began to lull back as he felt sleep overcome him.

***

You woke up properly at around nine o'clock, safe in the knowledge that you didn't have a lesson until eleven that day. With a soft yawn and a stretch of your limbs, you only remembered the events of earlier when you rolled over to see a sleeping Lorenzo slouched against your headboard, and Midnight sprawled across his lap.

Merlin, your usually mundane and repetitive life had really taken a turn. Unfortunately, despite the insanity of everything he had done, you didn't have the heart to wake him. You couldn't help but think that you would have done the same if Midnight was your cat. Plus, Lorenzo was very physically attractive— you knew that, everyone knew that. Yet, it was your bed that he was asleep on.

Sighing, you sat up, reaching over to scratch Midnight's head affectionally, causing her to wake up and start stretching. The action made Lorenzo stir in his sleep, and once his cat let out a soft mewl, he finally woke up fully. Immediately, you quirked an eyebrow at him, and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Comfortable?"

He grumbled, "No."

You chuckled softly, "Your friends will be wondering where you are."

The proximity between the two of you was quite close: you were sat cross-legged with a mere inch between your limbs. It didn't feel strange, though, in fact it felt quite natural.

"Anyway," you tried to ignore the closeness, "As much as this has been fun, you can't come in here every time Midnight does."

"Why not?"

"I told you earlier. I don't need people making assumptions about me."

His eyes met yours, and you felt your stomach flip. "What if we made the assumptions true?"

You froze, then relaxed, "You don't mean that."

He shrugged.

***

Despite your hopes and dreams, people saw Lorenzo Berkshire leaving your dormitory, and the rumours spread throughout Hogwarts at a rapid speed. And, of course, as he was one of the Slytherin boys who were notorious for sleeping around— albeit less so than the others— you had been dubbed as his next conquest. It was a nuisance, but you weren't insecure, and knew that it would pass before long.

"If you didn't fuck, why was he in your dorm?" Iris, your friend from another house, asked. You were sat at a table in the library together, doing homework. Well, you were doing homework, Iris was borderline interrogating you instead.

"I had his cat," you replied simply.

"You stole his cat?"

You rolled your eyes, "No, Iris, his cat came to me."

"Isn't his cat the really vicious one who hates everyone?"

You hummed absent-mindedly, running your finger down the contents page of a book you were using for your essay.

"Why did it go to you then?"

"She likes me," you murmured, finding the page that you wanted and turning to it.

"That doesn't explain why he was in your dorm so long though."

"No, it doesn't."

Iris huffed, clearly irritated that you were giving her little to no information. You loved her dearly, but she was a bit of a gossip. Suddenly, she gasped. "Are you courting?"

"Who even uses that word anymore?" you scrunched up your nose, "And, no, we're not." Although, you couldn't help but think back to his suggestive comments.

"I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want to believe."

"You're no fun," she pouted.

"Meow."

You looked down to your side in surprise, to see that the familiar black feline was stood by your chair with her tail raised indignantly. "Speak of the devil," you muttered, leaning down to pick her up.

"Midnight!" you heard a yell as the library doors swung upon. You watched as Lorenzo was quickly shushed by the librarian. He apologised to her whilst scanning the room, soon spotting you with his cat sat on your lap. He hurried over.

"You need to stop freaking out whenever she goes wandering," you chastised when he was within a few feet of your table.

He scoffed, "You try not to freak out when you have an incredibly hostile cat who could be banned from Hogwarts."

"I think I do, in a way," you raised Midnight up into the air above you, examining her carefully.

"She's still my cat."

"Relax," you said, "I was just joking."

He glared at you, but there was no real threat in it.

"At least this means you get to see me so much," you grinned cheekily, making him shake his head with a sigh.

"How unfortunate for me."

"Wow, that hurts, Lorenzo." Since when did you feel like you could call him by his first name?"

"Well, Y/N, sorry for not enjoying running like a madman after my little terror."

"Then start thinking of it as running like a madman straight towards me."

He seemed surprised at that comment, and went silent for a few moments. These few moments were when Iris decided to cut in, having been observing silently until then.

"Seems like flirting to me."

You scowled at her.

"I'm just saying, would it not make sense to date the one other person who your cat likes?" she said this more towards Lorenzo than you.

He stared blankly at your friend, a finger on his right hand twitching ever so slightly. You didn't know what to make of that reaction, but decided that you wanted to learn more about what Lorenzo's body language said.

"Can I have my cat back?" he finally spoke.

"Can I please just keep her for a little bit?" you pleaded, "I can't have a cat because my mum's allergic."

Lorenzo surveyed you carefully: your half-hearted attempt at puppy dog eyes and the way Midnight nuzzled her head into your chest. He felt a pang of jealousy: strange and twisting. Weirdly, he didn't think he felt that envious of his cat's affections for you, so he didn't know why he felt jealous. A flashback of the skimpy pyjamas you had been wearing the other night crossed through his mind.

Shit.

"Yeah, uh, sure," he said all too quickly, "Only an hour though."

You hadn't expected him to agree so easily. Nonetheless, you beamed, and said, "Thank you, Enzo."

Enzo. He only let his friends use that nickname. Scratch that: he generally only tolerated when his friends used that nickname. But from you, it sounded sweet, and soft. He knew that he was a more civil and selfless person than the rest of the Slytherin boys, but he doubted many people would go as far as to say his name with such gentleness.

Gulping, he turned and walked away without another word.

***

A little over an hour later, you found Lorenzo in the Great Hall with his friends. They appeared to be enjoying a late lunch, as the tables were sparsely populated and only a few dishes remained. Just the sight of food made your stomach grumble, so you made your way over to him with Midnight curled up in your arms.

"Hello," you smiled, standing next to Lorenzo.

"Hi," he replied, before cooing at his cat who mewled happily.

Your stomach grumbled again, louder this time, and you shrugged sheepishly. "Haven't eaten yet."

"Then eat," Mattheo Riddle said from across the table, gesturing to the food.

You handed the cat over to her owner, and questioned, "Here?" You had never sat at the Slytherin table before.

Riddle shrugged, "Why not?"

You couldn't argue with that, and took a seat beside Lorenzo, dishing food on to your plate in a hurry.

"Where's Arachwood?" Enzo asked, referring to Iris.

"Got distracted by the boy she likes."

"Who does she like?" Riddle asked, clearly a lover of gossip and rumours— much like Iris.

You quirked an eyebrow, "Why should I divulge my friend's secrets?"

"She doesn't seem to have much regard for yours," Lorenzo piped in.

"Yeah, she does run her mouth a bit, but she's my friend," you scooped a large mouthful on to your fork, "I just take care not to tell her my most personal secrets." You then finally allowed yourself to taste the mouth-watering nourishment.

"So? Who does she like?" Riddle asked.

You stared at him incredulously as your mouth was full.

"I think the bigger question is who does L/N like," Theodore Nott added, smirking as he watched the eyes of you and Enzo widen.

Swallowing your food, you turned the topic back to Iris, "She likes Boot."

"Terry Boot?" Riddle clarified, and you nodded.

"I'm only saying that because she makes no effort to keep it private."

"But what about you?" Nott pushed again.

You paused, as in truth, you hadn't really fancied anyone for a while— that was, until, you remembered how gorgeous Lorenzo had looked sleeping on your bed. You felt your face burn.

"No one," you murmured, but your tone was anything but believable. You scooped more food into your mouth so you couldn't answer any further questions, but none were asked.

"We're having a party tonight," Riddle said, "You should come."

You were unable to reply as you chewed.

"It's really just Slytherins," he continued, "But we're all allowed a plus one. You can be Enzo's."

Cautiously, you looked at Lorenzo to gauge his reaction to that suggestion, but he didn't seem to have one as he mindlessly stroked Midnight.

"Yeah, if you want," he said, clearing his throat.

Finally, you swallowed, "That sounds fun. Should I bring alcohol?"

"I would recommend it," Riddle replied.

You were a mix of nervous and excited.

***

When you arrived at the Slytherin dungeons that evening, you were greeted by two fourth years at the door who seemed to be taking the job of security guard very seriously.

"Name?" one of them asked.

"Y/N L/N."

"And who are you here with?"

"Lorenzo Berkshire."

One of them wandered off into the party as the other turned to you, "We just have to validate this. Standard procedure."

You suppressed a giggle.

Not too long later, the other fourth year returned with Lorenzo by his side. With a nod to his friend, you were beckoned in and went over to Enzo.

"Very formal," you finally let out the giggle as the two of you began walking into the main party.

He shrugged, "Riddle insists on it. Salazar knows why."

You gazed around the Slytherin common room, taking in the green and black decor that you had never had the chance to lay eyes on before. There was music playing quite loudly, but you hadn't been able to hear it from outside— likely thanks to a sound-proofing charm.

"Have you started drinking yet?" he asked you.

"I had one while I was getting ready, you?"

"I've had a couple," he shrugged, stopping in his tracks for a few moments to properly look at you, "You look very pretty."

A blush crept on to your cheeks, "Thank you."

You could have sworn a small smirk graced his lips.

"L/N! You made it," the booming voice of Riddle thundered from nearby, and you turned to see him approaching with a bottle in his hand.

"Yeah," you chuckled, "Don't know how I'm gonna make it back without getting caught though."

"Just stay in Enzo's room," he said, clearly already too drunk to think over his words.

Before you could respond to his statement, he had spotted someone else and hurried over to them.

"You can if you want," Lorenzo said quietly, "I've crashed your room before."

You chuckled at the strangely fond memory, "Scared the shit out of me."

He grimaced, "Sorry about that."

"It's okay, just give me a little more warning next time."

"Next time?" he repeated, a suggestive lilt to his tone.

"Where's Midnight?" you changed the subject.

"Up in my room, probably."

You hummed, "Right, I need to get more alcohol in me." And with that comment, you wandered off, not wanting Lorenzo to feel like you were following him around like a lost puppy— despite how much you had realised you wanted to be around him. It was a strange realisation: it was the first time a crush had snuck up on you rather than you more or less picking someone you found attractive to fancy.

And with that thought lingering, you poured yourself a shot, downed it, and then made a mixed drink to join the party with.

***

The increasing amount of alcohol danced through your bloodstream as the night went on and you found yourself dancing with some Slytherin girls, and having a full blown debate with a Ravenclaw guy who was there with his Slytherin girlfriend. You were having a lot of fun, but you found your drunken self wanting to go search for Lorenzo. So, you did just that, scanning the large room for any sight of him. Finally, your eyes locked on to the familiar tuft of brown hair sat on a sofa, with his friends all sat around him.

You walked over, somewhat clumsily, and immediately beamed widely, "Hi, Enzo," you said.

His gaze flicked to you and a small smile crept on to his face, "How are you doing?"

"I missed you," you said without thinking, sitting down next to him and bringing your legs up on to the sofa to curl into his side. His arm was spread out, resting behind you on the back of the settee.

"Did you?" he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, which he held in his other hand.

You nodded, "Did you miss me? Wait, don't answer that."

His lips stretched into a full grin, "I might have missed you."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Don't play with my feelings, Berkshire. I know you're not as much of a player as the others, but I'm still suspicious."

"Never," he said, leaning closer to you so he could say in a husky quiet voice, "Call me Berkshire."

You raised an eyebrow, "Don't think I won't leave if you show signs of leading me on." How had this turned into a full blown confession? Wasn't it a bit premature for that?

"Who could ever leave me, darling?" The alcohol had clearly inflated his already radiant confidence.

"But who could stay?" you whispered in his ear, before stumbling to your feet, only to feel his hand grasp around your wrist. You turned back, to see that he was looking at you with his mouth folded in a thin line.

"You could," he eventually muttered, "Midnight would miss you too much."

"Just Midnight?" you teased, finding that your drunkenness was filling you with reckless abandon.

He sighed, "I would, too."

You grinned, sitting back down next to him.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?" he asked.

"I thought you'd never ask."

And, when you woke up the next morning cuddled up with Lorenzo and Midnight in his bed, you smiled despite your pounding headache— and slight urge to throw up. Scratch that: huge urge to throw up. But when you stumbled to the bathroom, waking up Lorenzo in the process, he followed you and held back your hair, talking you through it.

It was peculiar, really, how everything was still so new, but you didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about him seeing you in such an ugly state.

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thestarsarebrightertonight · 2 days

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bad idea, right? // theodore nott x fem reader

part 2 for but daddy i love him!

playlist: bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo

"im sure ive seen much hotter men but i really cant remember when!"

summary: you agreed to go out with theodore nott and you did infact go on a date with him! however ever since your date with him youve been doubting your judgement.

y/n used , part 2 , gryffindor granger reader , swearing , mention of dr*gs and alcohol , not proof read

its been a week since theodore nott confronted you in that classroom. and its been a day since the date you went on with him. it was nothing too special ,just coffee in hogsmeade and overall it was great!!...except from when some guy in slytherin came over asking if theo wanted his 'weekly supply of the good stuff'.

you had almost gagged on the spot. being a muggleborn , throughout all of your muggle education you were preached about the evil of drugs. so when theodore smirked and whispered something to the guy before showing him off.....you got the ick.

and its been 24 hours since then, and youre going crazy about it.

"girls , i cant condone drug use!! that shit is fucked up!" you screeched as you paced a hole into the carpet of your shared dorm.

lavender , parvati and hermione all stared at you with concern , having listened to you panic and rant for the past half an hour.

"y/n we know! but i mean you cant even know that it was what youre thinking! cmon you were the one that protected his character like he was a saint a few days ago!!" hermione argued back, trying to calm you.

"before , i knew he was doing drugs!! WEEKLY!" you cried , collapsing onto your bed as the three girls stood up and surrounded you.

"i mean...whats so bad about that?....the gryffindor guys do it at parties all the time-" lavender started before parvati threw her a harsh glare , making her stop her scentence.

"its more about that its making me question if i really know him well enough to commit to dating him!" you groaned , face down into your pillow.

"y/n i think youre being dramatic! you like him too much and now youre scared. its okay lots of people get like that dont worry!" hermione sympathised.

you paused at this , eyes widenening at the thought that this was likely very true. you did like theodore. a lot. maybe more than you found comfortable. and now you were finding a way to shut out the overwhelming feelings.

at this epiphany you sat up , eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

"youre right mione. i think im gonna take a small distance from him and...firgure it out!.... yeah... figure it out.." you mumbled quietly as you got up from your bed , your friends staring at you wearily , "i mean theres always hotter guys out there and it was always a bad idea...right?".

you looked at your friends with red cheeks and a hesitant expression , they stared back as you took slow steps towards the door before bolting out of it , running down the stairs before they can stop you.

"y/n-!" parvati shouted trying to stop you before the girls stood in stunned silence , "ive never seen someone change mood and mind so quickly..."

"shes going to avoid him , isnt she?" lavander said knowingly as the other two girls noddly grimly.

"yeah...she definetly is." hermione sighed.

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and that you did! youve been avoiding theodore nott like the plague for three whole days and it was driving everyone around you insane.

ron. he had been walking with you in the corridors , slowly commuting to potions when you eyes spotted something in the distance with great suprise and terror. the next second you sprinted the way you and ron had come from. leaving ron extremely confused and left to walk to potions alone , and getting points taken off by snape when he was the only late person.

harry. you swore that you would watch him practice quidditch and give him pointers on how to improve his technique - you were the old gryffindor seaker before you quick months after joining. but after finding out slytherin and gryffindor were sharing the pitch that day , you never bothered to show up. harry was mad at you for days , knowing the reason was your avoidance of theodore. yet you denied it and said you were ill.

hermione. you were studying with hermione in the library , both of you equally focused on the task at hand , until you perked up at the sound of a deep familiar voice walking towards you and hermiones area of the library. you gasped in suprise before ducking under the table , spilling a pot of ink in the process all over hermione pages. she gasped also , but in pure horror , and thankfully was able to cast a spell to clean the ink before being distracted by someone standing infront of the table you were studying on.

theodore. if anyone could be described as going insane at your constant avoidance , it was theo himself. he had been practically ripping his hair out everytime you avoided his eyes , or walked in the opposite direction when he approached. of course he had noticed , there wasnt a single moment he didnt notice you. and every time you left or ran away , he became more and more desperate.

so now he stands infront of you sister in the library , fist clenched in the deep desperation to see you; to know what he did wrong.

"where is she granger." he said through gritted teeth.

"nott , im actually quite busy cleaning the ink off me , so a little more context to who 'she' is would be great in this moment!" hermione argued in a annoyed tone as the smoothed down her recovering parchment.

"y/n!" theodore replied in more of a shout , making hermione jump and loud hushes echo through the library in response.

"oh!...oh...shes right h- ow!" hermione screeched as you hit her from under the table shaking your head furiously , "yknow what ive had enough of this , you WILL talk to the boy and you WILL sort this out. everyone is sick out it y/n so come out NOW!"

hermione pure fury and demanding tone made you cower at your older sister , before slowly coming out from under the table with deep embrassament.

theo watched as you came out and stood infront of him , head down , "theodore-".

you words were cut short as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the library , avoiding your protests and tugging.

he dragged you in the same manner , through the dungeons and through the slytherin common room , until you reached what you supposed to be his dorm.

then he pushed you infront of him , the back of your legs hitting the wood of a bed frame as you stumbled for balance , watching him pace the room.

"you have to tell me what i did , please PLEASE tell me what i did because i cannot go on any longer with you avoiding me!" he stammered.

you silenty watched as he try to push out his words , the consequences of your actions setting in.

"i-..i got second thoughts-"

"WHY!" he shouted back , walking towards you.

"because - because... YOU DO THE GOOD STUFF!" you finally stammered out as he stared back , dumbfounded.

there was a short pause of silence as he blinked in confusion , "...what the fuck is the good..stuff?..."

"DRUGS!" you finally let out with a sigh of relief , like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

"you-..i-...what the fuck?!" he breathed out in shock , eyes wide , "i- i dont do fucking drugs!"

"oh yeah? then who was that boy on our date? he asked if you wanted your weekly supply nott!" you shouted, angered by his denial.

he stared into your eyes with pure confusion before seeming to peice things together in his mind , his exression dropping.

before he laughed hysterically , holding your shoulder for support.

"what...why...why are you laughing?" you asked, bewildered.

"the good stuff..is..its not drugs!" he let out between loud laughs , "its fucking chocolate!"

your jaw dropped as you stared at you bankly , "what- what do you mean?!"

"this boy in our year - in slytherin - he gets chocolate from his mum every week , he hates it and doesnt want it to go to waste every week..so he gives it to me because i really like it!" he continued to laugh through his explanation as you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"what-...i-..who the fuck calls chocolate the good stuff!?!" you screehced in pure shame , theodores wheezing drowing out your feelings as you begin to laugh with him.

after a few seconds of theodore collecting himself he grinned and looked you in the eyes , holding your face softly , making your breathe hitch and giggles cease , "i cant believe you actually thought that.why would i ruin my godly body with that stuff?"

you smacked his arm as he smirked and winked , both of you laughing , "i guess i just...i got scared , truthfully , i like you a lot theo and i guess i was just begging to not...falll for you."

"so you avoided me? rather than speaking to me?" his eyes saddenned as your heart shattered at the sight.

"im so sorry teddy , ive- ive never had a boyfriend before im new to this feelings and- its terrifying it really is!" you desperatly tried to reason to him , words speeding out of your mouth.

he softly ran a hand through your hair , eyes seeping with adorations as a soft smile found his lips, "i know. dont worry i get it. just...dont avoid me ever again - just talk to me, okay?"

you nodded swiftly as he smiled brightly at you.

"now...how about we lay down and just...talk. then you can really get to know me and never misjudge again..sound good?" he whispered.

"sounds like heaven." you smiled back at him , his lips finding yours much softer than your first exchange , with much more love and delicacy.

for the next few hours you did exactly that , talking and talking. you talked about everything- you even told him your favourite film , of course its the little mermaid.

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sadnymi · 3 days

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「 ✦ So High School . ✦ 」

[Lorenzo Berkshire× famous!reader][ttpdm]

Summary: Y/n's feelings for Lorenzo are becoming increasingly intense, but little does she know that he shares those feelings as well. A birthday celebration in Italy is poised to reveal the truth to them both.

Warnings:fluff, smut , +18, strong language.

Words:4.8k.

Lorenzo Berkshire. The name alone evoked a fluttering in my chest, a sensation akin to a hummingbird trapped inside my ribcage. He was the embodiment of Prince Charming – dazzling smile, piercing brown eyes, and a charm that could melt even the frostiest of hearts. And I, well, I had fallen for him head over heels, a hopeless romantic tangled in the web of his undeniable charisma.

Tonight was no exception to my usual pattern of lovesick longing. Our mutual friend was celebrating her birthday at a swanky hotel in Italy, a rooftop pool offering breathtaking views of the bustling city below.

Making my way through the elegantly dressed crowd, holding my breath in the stifling heat,I scanned the crowd, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. There, by the sparkling blue infinity pool, stood Lorenzo, his laughter ringing out like a melody. He was talking to his brother Mattheo , a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my beach bag and forced a casual smile onto my face. But the moment Lorenzo's eyes met mine, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. He smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that instantly made my cheeks burn with warmth.

Mumbling a quick excuse to my friends, I practically scurried to the nearest empty sun lounger. Pulling out my book, a well-worn copy of Aristotle's "Nichomachean Ethics," I tried to focus on the words on the page. But my mind was a jumbled mess, filled with images of Lorenzo's dimples and the way his hair shimmered in the sunlight.

Of course, with Lorenzo in the vicinity, all thoughts of philosophy vanished. Every rustle of fabric, every murmur of conversation sent my heart into overdrive, hoping it was him approaching. My cheeks burned with a traitorous blush, a nervous High schoolgirl all over again whenever he was near.

A shadow fell over my lounge chair. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. There he stood, Enzo Berkshire, his smile brighter than the Italian sun.

"Hi," I managed, a shy smile gracing my lips.

"Hey," he returned, his smile widening as he lowered himself onto the chair next to me. "What are you reading?"

His hand brushed mine as he gestured towards the book in my lap. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Here it was, that familiar feeling – clumsy shyness blooming in my chest. This book, normally an engaging read, suddenly felt weighty in my hands. Could I even manage to speak a coherent sentence?

"It's 'Nicomachean Ethics' by Aristotle," I finally stammered. The words tumbled out in a rush, fear threatening to overpower me.

Instead of the eye roll I expected, Lorenzo's eyes widened in surprise. "That's… interesting.Tell me about it.""

Relief flooded me. He wasn't judging! In fact, he seemed genuinely interested.

All I could manage was a weak, "Oh, um…"

He didn't seem to mind my flustered state. He settled into the chair next to me, his posture relaxed yet attentive. "Go on," he encouraged, his gaze fixed on my face with an intensity that made my cheeks burn.

Taking a deep breath, I launched into a stumbling explanation of Aristotle's ideas, my voice barely a whisper. To my surprise, Lorenzo listened intently, asking thoughtful questions that sent me scrambling for answers.

But it wasn't just the conversation that flustered me. It was the way he looked at me. His eyes, deep and attentive, seemed to see right through me.

A wave of disappointment washed over me as a voice called Lorenzo's name. It was his friends, beckoning him to join them. He turned to them, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, come with us," one of them called out.

Lorenzo glanced back at me, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Sure, just a sec." He turned back to me, offering his hand.

"You sure?" I asked, a flicker of hope rekindling in my chest.

He squeezed my hand gently. "100%."

With a shy smile, I placed my book back in my bag and took his hand. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me.

They're playing football," he explained, noticing me eyeing his hand in ours. "Muggle game – two teams, kicking the ball into the net… you know the drill?"

I chuckled, a nervous flutter in my stomach. "I know the basic idea. Famous Quidditch player, Lorenzo Berkshire, knows how to play Muggle football? Who knew?"

He winked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yes, baby," he murmured, the endearment sending a blush creeping up my neck.

"So you're going to cheer for me, then?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Of course I will," I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

The game was a whirlwind of activity, with both teams battling for possession of the black and white ball. Lorenzo, however, was a natural. He moved with a grace and agility that translated seamlessly from the Quidditch pitch to the grassy field.

He weaved through opponents, his footwork precise as he dribbled the ball. The cheers from his friends grew louder as he launched into an impressive run, dodging tackles with the agility of a cat. With a final powerful kick, he sent the ball soaring into the net, the crowd erupting in cheers.

My own heart pounded with excitement. He was incredible! As his friends mobbed him with congratulations, his gaze met mine across the field. He winked again, a triumphant smile splitting his face. I beamed back, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest.

The game continued, a back-and-forth battle that ended with Lorenzo's team victorious. He rejoined me, collapsing onto the sand next to me with a satisfied sigh.

"You're really good at that," I admitted, a hint of awe in my voice. "With the ball and everything."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "Yeah?"

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from him. The way he looked at me, with such intensity and warmth, made me feel like I was floating on air.

"You seem like a lucky charm," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I win, I think you should come to one of my Quidditch games. What do you think?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, but they were genuine.

I glanced at the watch on my wrist. "Enzo," I began, a frown creasing my forehead, "I hate to go, but I promised Bella I'd help her with something."

"No worries," he said, his smile genuine. "See you at the birthday then?"

"Definitely," I chirped, my face brightening. With a final lingering smile, I made my way up to Bella's room.

A year had flown by since I met Lorenzo. A year of stolen glances, nervous giggles, and a heart that hammered a frantic tattoo whenever he was near. My feelings for him only seemed to intensify with every passing day. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this elaborate charade going – the shy wallflower act crumbling under the weight of my growing affection.

Bella's room was a whirlwind of activity as we prepped for the birthday dinner. I helped her pick out a dress, a shimmering emerald green that accentuated her fiery red hair. Then it was my turn. I opted for a simple black dress, the sleek cut hugging my curves in a way that surprised even me. A touch of mascara and lip gloss completed my transformation, making me feel a world away from the bookish girl who spent most of her time buried in Aristotle.

The party was in full swing when I arrived. As usual, my initial instinct was to scan the room for Lorenzo, then immediately melt into the shadows the moment I spotted him. This whole "schoolgirl crush" persona was starting to feel a little pathetic, even to me.

But tonight, fate seemed to have other plans. I was standing by the punch bowl, stealing sips (it was stronger than I anticipated) when a familiar voice caught my ear. I looked up, heart thundering in my chest, to find Lorenzo standing right in front of me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So," he drawled, "were you going to hide again?"

I couldn't help but laugh, the tension dissolving under his playful gaze. "I wasn't going to hide," I countered, a playful defiance in my voice.

"Sure, baby," he said, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. "Of course you weren't."

The nickname sent a shiver down my spine, both exhilarating and terrifying. A blush creeped up my neck, threatening to reach my cheeks.

The birthday cake was a decadent affair, followed by a round of classic party games – Truth or Dare, Charades, and the like. Blaise, ever the instigator, suggested a slightly more "mature" version of hide-and-seek.

"We'll pair up in teams," he explained, outlining the rules. "It's basically hide-and-seek, but with a bit more… strategy. Spin the bottle to choose your partner."

"I say we team up," Lorenzo declared before the bottle even had a chance to land.

"Me?" I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his boldness. "You sure? I wouldn't exactly call myself a stealth expert."

He chuckled, his gaze warm and inviting. "Think of it this way," he said, "you know Aristotle. I know how to handle a ball. Together, we're unbeatable. Don't you think?"

His playful confidence was infectious. A grin stretched across my face. "Deal," I declared, high-fiving him with a newfound sense of assertiveness.

We watched as the rest of the group paired up, then slipped away from the party scene. Lorenzo led me on a winding path through the sprawling gardens surrounding the hotel, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on the landscape.

"So," he began, his voice a low murmur, "what kind of strategy does a master of ethics like yourself have for winning this game?"

I chuckled, the sound light and airy. "Well, according to Aristotle," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "the key to success lies in finding the golden mean. Not too reckless, not too cautious. A balanced approach."

He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that so? And what exactly is the 'golden mean' for a hide-and-seek game?"

His warm breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

We found ourselves tucked away in a small alcove, hidden behind a cascading bougainvillea bush. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his face, highlighting the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Alright," I whispered, pulling out the small card Blaise had given each team. "This is what we're working with." I held up the card, showing him the three options written in bold letters: Team Up, Kill, Free.

"So basically," I explained, "if we find another team before they find us, we have three choices. We can team up with them, kill them off the game, or free them to cause havoc on other teams." My voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper."Strategic or brutal, your choice, Enzo."

"Sounds like a twisted version of kiss, marry, or kill," he mused.

"Exactly," I say. "So, who would you choose from this list?" I asked, playing along. "Kill, marry, kiss?"

He nodded, his gaze turning serious, but also strangely intense. "Are we still talking about the whole birthday game?" He asked, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Before I could answer, he took a step closer. The small alcove suddenly felt very small indeed. His hands gently framed my face, his fingers brushing against my cheekbones. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"What about you, then?" I ask "Kill, marry, or kiss?"

His lips were mere millimeters from mine, sending a delicious warmth through my body. "What do you think?" He countered, my voice barely above a whisper.

A slow smile spread across his face. "It's just a game," I said, his lips brushing teasingly against mine.

"Just a game," I repeated, my voice barely a whimper. But the truth was, it didn't feel like a game anymore. Not with the way his body was pressed against mine, his touch igniting a fire within me.

"But I'm betting," I continued, my voice catching as his lips grazed mine once more, "I'm betting on all three."

His lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as our bodies pressed together. His hands slid down to my waist, lifting me effortlessly until my legs were around his waist, and I was pinned against the wall. The kiss deepened, becoming more heated and urgent, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"You drive me wild, baby, I can't get enough of."

His lips moved from mine to my neck, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he nibbled and kissed my sensitive skin.

Just as his hand reached for the zipper of my dress, a glint of light caught my eye through the bougainvillea leaves. Blaise and Bella were searching for us.

"Free, kill, or team up?" he rasped, his voice laced with frustration.

"Definitely kill," I whispered, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"As you wish, beautiful,"

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small sticker with a skull and crossbones on it. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he snuck up behind Blaise and slapped the sticker onto his back.

"Hey!" Blaise yelped, spinning around to see Lorenzo grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "What the fuck, man?"

Lorenzo chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, mate," he drawled. "But I have a beautiful lady here who's determined to win this game."

Blaise's eyes widened as he landed on me, my own playful defiance mirroring Lorenzo's amusement. Bella, ever the peacemaker, rolled her eyes and ushered Blaise away, muttering something about sore losers. He winked at me.

That wink, though… It did things to me. In the heat of the moment, with the energy of the game buzzing around us, he leaned in and kissed me again.

Suddenly, the playful competition faded into the background. The energy of the game, the heat of the moment, it all converged on Lorenzo and me. He leaned in, the space between us closing with a delicious slowness. Our lips met again in a kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

Lost in that kiss, oblivious to the world around us, we were a world of our own. That's when it happened. A tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality. It was Draco, a mischievous smirk on his face as he plastered a similar skull and crossbones sticker on my back.

"Looks like you were a little too focused on something else," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

The day bled into a warm, star-dusted night as we found ourselves on the beach. The gentle whoosh of the waves provided a calming soundtrack to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

"So," I began, a question I'd posed a million times tonight, "you're saying when Bella introduced us, that wasn't actually our first meeting?"

Lorenzo chuckled, the moonlight glinting off his mischievous grin. "Nope," he said, his smile mirroring mine. "Not by a long shot."

"Alright," I pressed, propping my hand on my cheek, "tell me everything. From the very beginning, details and all."

"It all started at a party a month before we met officially. I saw you lurking on the balcony, nose buried in a book, and honestly, you looked like you stepped straight out of a painting. I couldn't take my eyes off you. From then on, I pestered Bella about you every chance I got. She finally took pity on me and orchestrated that whole dinner thing a year ago."

My heart hammered in my chest. "I... I thought you hadn't noticed me all that time," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

A low rumble escaped his chest, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, believe me," he murmured, leaning closer, "You were very much noticed."

And then, before I could even blink, his lips were on mine again. This kiss, under the vast expanse of the night sky, held a depth I hadn't felt before.

From that magical night on the beach, Lorenzo and I were inseparable. We were officially Together, a fact that sent shivers down my spine every time I said it.

Our dates were a whirlwind of wizarding wonder. I'd cheer him on during Quidditch matches, the roar of the crowd a thrilling backdrop to our stolen glances across the pitch. He, in turn, would become my patient audience during library dates, his eyes twinkling with amusement as I passionately dissected the latest magical tome.

He wasn't just passionate about Quidditch, though. He was a hopeless romantic, showering me with bouquets of moonflowers (my favorite) and whisking me away to elegant restaurants with menus that could have doubled as spell scrolls. Even his family dinners weren't off-limits. I was welcomed with open arms.

He was, without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to me. Even when my insecurities whispered that I was difficult, that I wasn't lovable, Lorenzo saw past them all. During scary movies (which, admittedly, were even scarier in the wizarding world with their real-life creatures), He would held me close, his warmth a shield against any on-screen chillshis.

When insomnia plagued me, he'd become my anchor, holding me until sleep finally claimed me. Even when Quidditch took him across the continent, our connection remained unbroken. Late-night Floo calls became a nightly ritual, his voice a soothing balm against the anxieties of the night. He'd stay up with me, whispering stories and silly jokes until my eyelids grew heavy and sleep finally embraced me.

Lorenzo was more than just a boyfriend; he was my confidant, my biggest supporter, the missing piece I never knew I needed. He loved me not despite my flaws, but because of them. He loved me fiercely, unconditionally, like I was the very air he breathed.

A nervous flutter danced in my stomach. Tonight was Bella's housewarming party, and I wanted to look perfect. I took one last look in the mirror, smoothing out my dress and trying to calm my pre-date jitters. Even after all this time, the thought of seeing Lorenzo still sent a thrill through me.

Stepping out the door, there he was, leaning casually against his sleek Porsche. He looked up, and a slow smile spread across his face like sunshine breaking through clouds. Before I could even think about it, I was on my toes, planting a kiss on his lips. He returned it with fervor, his arms wrapping around me in a hug that spoke volumes more than any words.

"Seriously," he murmured against my hair, "I'm tempted to ditch them and stay home. We could have some much more interesting plans for the night."

I laughed, my cheeks flushing warm. "Those plans can wait, Lorenzo. We're already late for Bella's, and you know she hates it when we hold things up."

The drive to Bella's was filled with playful banter and stolen glances. When we finally arrived, the house was buzzing with life. Familiar faces greeted me with warm hugs and excited chatter. I found Bella surrounded by a group of friends, a radiant smile on her face. Exchanging a happy greeting, I slid onto the couch beside her.

A comfortable silence settled in as the girls chatted about work and upcoming holidays. Across the room, the boys were engrossed in a particularly loud round of Grand Theft Auto, a muggle video game Lorenzo had recently become obsessed with. I, on the other hand, found myself nestled comfortably on Lorenzo's lap, his fingers gently tracing circles on my hip.He leaned his head down, resting his chin on my shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Suddenly, a loud whoop erupted from the TV, followed by a chorus of jeers and laughter. I looked up to find Draco,controller in hand, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Looks like someone got caught daydreaming again!" he crowed, sending glances in our direction.

"Hey," Lorenzo grumbled, trying to mask a smile, "I was just strategizing my next move."

"Sure you were, buddy," Theo chimed in with a suggestive wink. "Strategy session with your girlfriend taking too long?"

A chorus of chuckles filled the room, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Lorenzo rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Just jealous you haven't found someone to distract you from your terrible driving skills, Theo,"

"Easy for you to say," Draco piped up, gesturing dramatically at our position. "Can't even enjoy a game night without your lady glued to your side."

"Yeah, well," Blaise said, "don't get too comfortable. It wouldn't be good for your Quidditch reflexes to get soft from all that... cuddling."

The teasing reached a fever pitch, the boys throwing out various jabs about Lorenzo becoming "whipped" and a "lost cause." I couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

Lorenzo, however, remained unfazed. He simply leaned closer, nuzzling my neck with a playful grin.

Lorenzo wasn't one to shy away from affection, especially not in front of our friends. They may have teased him about being "whipped," but I secretly loved how comfortable he was showing his love for me. He wasn't afraid to show the world how much I meant to him, and it made my heart swell with a love so deep it felt like magic itself. It was one of the things I adored most about him – his unwavering honesty and passion.

Bella, bless her soul, decided on a movie night. "American Pie," a muggle flick that had half our friends groaning in protest. Bella, however, was a force to be reckoned with, and soon enough, the movie was rolling. We settled in on the couch, a giant fluffy blanket enveloping us like a warm hug. The rest of the group sprawled around the room – some on the other couch, some on the floor, and a few daring souls perched on chairs.

Curling up against Lorenzo, I rested my head on his chest, completely lost in the ridiculousness on the screen. His fingers traced patterns on my exposed arm, sending shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, a low murmur tickled my ear. "You look incredibly beautiful tonight," he whispered, his voice husky. I blushed, my cheeks burning under his warm breath.

"Stop it," I mumbled playfully, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Can't help stating facts, love." He dipped his head, his lips brushing my ear again. "And all cuddled up like this… you know, it's making me think of all the things I'd rather be doing instead of watching this…" he trailed off, his voice dropping to a suggestive purr.

My breath hitched. The movie, the room, everything faded into the background. My focus narrowed to Lorenzo's touch, his words igniting a fire in my stomach. A heat bloomed on my cheeks, and I could feel my pulse quicken under his hand.

He knew exactly what he was doing, the little tease. But oh how I loved it. "Enzo!" I hissed, my voice breathless.

"Just saying, Love ," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. "This blanket is big enough for more than just movie watching, wouldn't you agree?"

His words sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement. A slow smile spread across my face.

You know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "that scene where they use whipped cream...well, let's just say there are other ways to sweeten the deal."

My breath hitched. The movie faded away, replaced by a vivid picture of Lorenzo, his eyes smoldering, and the image of whipped cream taking on a whole new meaning. My fingers instinctively dug into his chest, both from surprise and a sudden surge of desire.

He chuckled again, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "See that blush, love?" he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You're definitely thinking about it."

He was right. My traitorous body was already betraying me, a current of heat coursing through my veins.

He chuckled, leaning closer until his lips brushed my ear. "Just thinking," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "about all those places I could get my hands on you that you're hiding under that blanket."

"I can push your skirt up," he whispered huskily, his warm breath caressing my ear. "Slide my hands along your thighs. Would you like that?"

His words sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for too long. "Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear.

"And then," he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive tone, "I'd trail kisses along your skin, making you squirm and ache for more."

The room was dark, the only light coming from the TV. All our friends were focused on the movie, oblivious to the scene unfolding in the corner.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty to you? I could do it all night if you want."

With that, he pushed my skirt up, revealing my bare thighs. His fingers traced a path along my skin, making me tremble with anticipation. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as he slipped his hand beneath the blanket.

"Let's play a game tonight," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "How many times can I make you come before you beg me to stop?"

His fingers found my clit, and he began to circle it gently. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him. His other hand found my mouth, covering it to muffle my moans.

"Shh, My love," he murmured. "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

I shook my head, my breath hitching as his fingers continued their relentless on my clit . His touch was driving me wild, and I couldn't help but moan into his hand.

"That's right, baby," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "Let me make you feel good."

His words only served to heighten my arousal, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I writhed in his arms, my hips grinding against his hand as I sought release.

His fingers moving faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as I approached the peak.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded, his voice full of desire.

And I did. I came hard in his arms, my head on his chest as he kissed me softly. His fingers slowed, then stopped, as he held me tight against him.

"That's my girl," he murmured, his hand still covering my mouth. "Such a good girl."

He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. I watched him, my eyes wide .

"You taste so good," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Think I can finally take you home, love?" he asked, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair off my cheek."So we can continue our game, right?"

I nodded, "Words, love," he teased, nuzzling my neck. "I need words,”

Blushing, I met his gaze. "Yes, please," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

A triumphant smile spread across his face. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.

As we pulled apart, breathless and flushed, he reached down, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he gently tugged my skirt down. With a thoughtful gesture, he draped his jacket over me, shielding me from any lingering glances.

He stood, offering me his hand. I took it, my legs a little wobbly even under the cover of darkness. Bidding a quick, mumbled goodbye (thankful for the darkness that hid the flush on my cheeks), we slipped out of Bella's house.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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Slytherin Boys React: How They Would Overstimulate You

I’ve been gone for too long, so I decided to write the dirtiest post I’ve ever written (for Tumblr at least)

Warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, smut, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), piv, voyuerism, fingering, overstimulation, toxic, cnc, fingering, slapping, smut with no plot, pain, praising, begging.

Mattheo Riddle: Fucking You Past Your Limit

“Hold your legs for me yea?” Mattheo asks, but you know by the tone of his voice that he’s really telling you to. You sigh softly and hold the backs of your knees as your legs tremble.

“Just like that,” he grins as he pushes forward bottoming you out immediately. The gasp leaving your wide open mouth is his reward. His hands press into the bed beside your face trapping you under him as he thrusts deeply. At least this position lets your body rest. Tonight, he’s already had you bent over his desk, standing by the wall with your leg hitched up onto his waist, and sitting on his dick with your legs dangling over the edge of the bed as you felt the full length of him threatening to break you.

He groans and curses as he jackhammers his way into you relentlessly. Your mouth is an endless string of moans and cries. When he feels you tense around him as you come, he finally rolls off and lays beside you on the bed.

“Get on top” he says tapping your leg urgently.

“You have got to be kidding” you whine breathlessly.

He takes your hand and places it on his still hard cock, “Does it feel like I’m kidding?”

Theodore Nott: Fucking Your Mouth

Another tear rolls down your cheek as you gag. Theo’s hand wraps tightly in your hair tugging you off his cock. Your lips drip with your own thick saliva mixing with tears. Your eyes look up at him blinking back water, wondering if he’s finally done.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me bella” he mutters in a low voice. His sleepy eyes don’t seem concerned that your jaw is aching, that he’s been using your mouth for nearly thirty minutes. Your mascara isn’t even under your eyes anymore, the muddy tracks are dripping under your chin.

“Just a little longer” he says as you gag again his thickness filling your mouth mercilessly. His hips thrust forward as he keeps your face in a vice like grip using you like his own personal toy. When he finally comes in your mouth, you’re so relieved it’s over. He whispers dirty praise making you feel proud of yourself. You’re even grateful to swallow.

Lorenzo Berkshire: Going Down on You

It felt amazing. An hour ago. Now Enzo’s hands have to keep your thighs from pressing back together around his ears. His tongue circles your clit, then flicks on the nub as you gasp and whine.

“Please baby…I can’t,” you whimper but he only laps and slurps greedily as she feel the coil inside of you threatening to snap again.

“Yes you can” he says in a low voice. You whine again as he flutters his tongue,.

“Oh God you taste so sweet,” he mumbles as his tongue plunges into your hole for a moment before continuing its assault on your bundle of nerves.

Your hips roll forward and he pins them down as your body nearly folds in half from another panting climax. Enzo’s mouth hungrily devouring your orgasm as he eats you through it.

Draco Malfoy: Making You Watch Yourself

“Look at how beautiful you are” Draco whispered in your ear. You can hardly stand anymore much less open your eyes and look in the mirror. When you finally do, you are a mess. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted, your hair is clinging to your forehead that is getting damp with sweat.

Draco stands behind you, one hand on your breast the cool rings of his fingers soothing your burning skin. The other hand delicately rubs your clit so softly and constantly. He buries his cock into you again as you whimper, his lips brushing kisses on your neck and shoulder. The maddening sensation hurling you to the edge, his lips curled up in a smirk in the mirror.

Your third orgasm rips through you as you shudder, your eyes rolling back obstructing your view of yourself again. That’s okay. Draco rolls your nipple between his fingers reminding you to snap your eyes open as you watch him take you over and over again.

Blaise Zabini: Fingering in Public

“Can you believe it Y/N?” Pansy asks you excitedly from across the table.

“Huh?” You asked softly. She looks at your parted lips confused, your eyes are half lidded and you squirm in your chair.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asks.

Blaise sits beside you, his fingers thrumming deep inside your cunt. Panties pushed aside and your skirt rolled to your waist. At least there’s a table cloth to provide some semblance of privacy.

“Stop being rude Y/N,” Blaise says teasingly, his cocky smirk watching you try and hold your composure. His fingers curl up in a ‘come hither’ motion brushing your Gspot. The rhythmic motions pair with his thumb tracing gentle circles on your clit and your brain feels fuzzy.

You have to put your head on the table and cover it with your hands to stop from screaming as Pansy rolls her eyes at your strange behavior and walks off. Blaise feels the liquid on his palms as you squirt onto his fingers, your face panting trying to shyly hide your face.

“Good job staying quiet babe, just give me one more” he whispers in your ear.

Tom Riddle: Pain

I mean. It is Tom Riddle. He loves overwhelming you in the most taboo way. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you sit on his desk, one hand pressed to the small of your back as he pushes into you. With every thrust he delivers a smack to your cheek. You’re breathless as his hand is wet with your tears.

“Take it doll,” he says in a low growl as you feel every slap shift your thoughts away until all you can focus on is the pain and the pleasure. Soon your breathing is rhythmic as your body responds, he loves watching you come undone as he pushes your limits.

Your pussy clenches him and your whimpers turn into loud moans of pleasure as he rolls his hips into you at an untethered pace. His hands to move to grip your ass as he fucks you through your climax.

Then he holds your red cheeks kissing you roughly as you shudder with orgasm. He’s not happy until you’re lost in sub space, nearly babbling incoherently. Desperately asking him if you’ve been a good girl.

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pizzaapeteer · 1 day

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dating enzo means getting used to being picked up and thrown against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he devours your neck in kisses, pulling your shirt down to grab at your tits - um I need this hunk at all times of the day 🫠

#enzo Berkshire #Lorenzo berkshire #I’m just thinking about being picked up 24/7 by this fucking man #LIKE HES SO TALL AND LEAN AND BROAD SHOULDERS AND UGHHHH MELTING #slytherin boys

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finalgirllx · 18 hours

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HERE DO U HAVE A LICENSE 👀 I sure hope you do cuz I love when you’re feral 🫠

ma'am-

i have these. good enough?

#PLSSSS just my morning activities #mattheo riddle #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #jj maybank

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sinsirellaxx · 2 days

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hiiii, could you please do toxic slytherin boys where reader is just so innocent and has no clue what sex even is, so they teach her to do certain things and they just love corrupting her??

Slytherin Boys – Corrupting their innocent partner

Warning: Smut, toxic boys alert (not that bad though), not proof-read

A/N: It's been a while! Thank you for the request and hope you'll like it!

Mattheo …

… would be obsessed with the idea of corrupting you – of being the first one to show you, feel you, taste you.

… would be even more possessive with you. His innocent little angel – waiting to be pulled into his sinful life.

… teaches you how to please him first. Shows you what you can do together, how to touch him, what to do and guides your head with his hands tangled in your hair.

… would make it his mission to teach you – but he would tease himself: he’d start of slow and show you bit by bit instead of completely drowning you in the sea called sin and desire.

… loves whenever you blush when he wants something more demanding – especially when it is about pleasing you.

“Spread your legs and be a good girl, angel”, Mattheo whispered, his hands itching to push your legs further apart as he watched the delicious blush on your face deepen. “It’s too late to be shy now, don’t you think?”

Theodore …

… was shocked when you stared at him with big, innocent eyes not knowing what to do with his cock – it sent another wave of arousal straight into his groin, his eyes darkening. “Fuck.” He’d breathe out.

… would lean back on his hands and watch you squirm with a smirk on his face. Curiously watching what you would do. After a short while he’d grow impatient and wrap his hand around your wrist, guiding your smaller hand to his hard member.

… groans lowly when you finally – carefully – wrap your soft hand around his throbbing cock – the hot member twitching in anticipation.

… would thoroughly enjoy your innocence – you were like a blank canvas ready to be painted by him.

“Just like that, mi amor. You’re doing so well for me.”

Lorenzo …

… is overwhelmed at first. Not because he has no clue – no, he was afraid he’d scare you away with his needs and passion. He wants to devour you – eat you up whole, but he’d force himself to be patient.

… would love teaching you all the ways of pleasure.

… would also be obsessed with the idea of him corrupting you. If he hadn’t been possessive over, you before – he’d definitely be after knowing how innocent his little angel was.

… if he has daring kinks, he’d introduce them to you as fast as possible – he didn’t want you to have enough time to think them over and form an opinion on kinks and what nots.

… would enjoy guiding you with his words.

“Bend over, love – and spread your legs for me.” Enzo commanded softly, his eyes darkening as you did what he wanted. “Now spread your cheeks.”

Draco …

… would be smug about it – it would inflate his ego.

… teaches you how to pleasure and tease yourself first. He’d make you lie down in the middle of the bed with him sitting between your spread legs – his eyes fixated on your genitals.

… would thrive whenever you got flustered and he would be so patient with you.

… would stroke himself to the sight of you pleasuring yourself – face flushed a dark red.

“Don’t be shy, darling. Touch yourself and show me how you want to be touched.”

Blaise …

… would tease you and call you his little baby – which would transform into a full-blown daddy-kink.

… would undress in front of you and tell you to do whatever you wanted to do to him. He’d watch with a smirk on his face as you stared at his half-hard cock, which twitched strongly at the sight of your wide eyes.

… would groan loudly when you finally touched him before pressing shy kisses onto his cock, his hand lovingly stroking your hair, pushing loose strands out of your face as you darted your pink tongue out to lick him.

“Use me as you want, babe.”

Tom …

… sees it as the perfect opportunity to shape you to his liking.

… would make it more about himself and show you how to suck him off and how much pressure to apply, when jerking him off.

… would not be patient at all – if you were scared the first time you took him into your mouth – lowering your lips hesitantly – he would grab a handful of your hair before pushing your face lower, until the tip of your nose presses into his neatly trimmed hair above his cock. He’d have to bite back a moan if you gagged with tears in your eyes.

… would be very demanding and expects you to do everything he says.

“You heard what I said, doll. On. Your. Knees.” He’d breathlessly mumble, clenching his jaw when you finally lowered yourself.

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slytherinsrule89 · 2 days

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them being your toxic ex!!

Thank you so much for the request!

Tom

It had been a month since you broke up with Tom. He had been way too toxic and unfortunately still is even out of the relationship.

You had just been on a date the week before and got stood up. You didn’t realize until a while later that Tom had hexed him and threatened him to stay away from you.

He even went as far as gaslighting everyone into thinking that you two were still together. Whenever you told people that you weren’t they barely believed you because of how manipulative Tom could be to make them believe him instead.

Blaise

Blaise was selfish to say the least and always was. You had to break up with him because of it. What you hadn’t expected though was for him to get selfish over you.

When you broke up he got about 10x more possessive of you and it showed. He was constantly around you, shoving other people away from you.

You tried and tried to explain to him that you guys were broken up but he never listened. Soon enough barely anyone would stay around you because of Blaise’s selfishness towards you.

Theo

Theo was the type to push boundaries constantly and didn’t care what you had to say about it. That’s what lead to the break up but it didn’t stop.

He interrupted your dates, barged into your dorm a lot and refused to leave unless he actually wanted too.

It was almost a game to him. At least that’s what it seemed like. He enjoyed pushing every little button down and laughed when it made you cry.

Most times when you did start crying and he laughed, he then comforted you, playing a trick on your brain because he’d act like the jerk he really was the next day again.

Mattheo

As much as wish he was, Mattheo wasn’t loyal. He ended up cheating on you which made you break up with him.

Now that you two were broken up he’d have at least two girls with him 24/7, usually always different ones too.

It hurt you because you just wished you could have a normal relationship but of course he thought he was too good to settle down with just one girl and needed as much as he could get to pleasure him.

Enzo

You two had a big argument that ended your relationship. He had a habit of making cruel jokes about you that he didn’t even realize hurt you.

When you’d try to confront him about them he’d constantly play the victim. Telling you that it wasn’t his fault, they were just jokes that didn’t mean anything.

You had told him about how much they hurt you about a thousand times before you were done with it. Unfortunately it only got worse once you two broke up. He’d call you hurtful names just for breaking up with him and twist the whole story around when people asked what had happened.

Hope you enjoy 😊

#slytherin boys #slytherin #:) <33 #tom riddle #blaise zabini #theo nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #anon ask #answered asks #toxic ex

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We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together | Theodore Nott X Fem. Hufflepuf Reader

—> Part 2 of "Last Kiss''.

•Summary: Some weeks after starting to get over Theodore, he comes up to you and says he wants to get back together.

•Song: We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, by Taylor Swift.

Two weeks had went by, since you made the decision of getting over Theodore. It wasn't going bad, since you didn't looked at him when you both had the same classes, you didn't care that he had a new girlfriend or anything that anyone could say that might had pissed you.

"So, is it really over between you and Nott...?" Hannah Abbott, one of your friends, asks you.

"Yeah, I'm getting over him. It's weirdly working." you say, having another bite of your dinner.

"Well, I though that you both looked so cute together!" Susan Bones replies.

"Me too, but, he literally switched you for another girl. He's a coward. I'm happy you're doing alright" a brunette said, giving you a warm smile.

You and the trio continued to talk, when you notice a certain slytherin looking straight at you. You looked at him, seeing his sad expression, but ignored. You had nothing to do with him.

A few moments later, the girl he switched you for walks right by you. She also seemed sad, maybe they had gone into a fight.

You and your friends finish having dinner and leave the Great Hall.

"I have to grab some books at the library for tomorrow, I'll you in some minutes!" you warned, waving them a quick goodbye and walking to the library, praying for it to not be closed. Thankfully, it wasn't, so you walked in.

Taking slow steps searching for the two books you needed, carefully watching the shelves, you hear a noise behind you. You slowly look back and see Theodore.

"Hello." he said on a low tone.

"What do you want Theodore?" you asked not giving him much attention.

"You used to call me Theo." he pointed.

"Used to. What do you want?" you crossed your arms, looking at him.

"Let's get back together. You and me. We're great, you know? We made a great couple..."

"Uh, no thanks." you said with a smile and walked over to the next shelf.

"Come on! Think about everything we were and went through. Do you wanna throw that away?" he looks at you, grabbing your wrist softly, with a look you knew damn well. His manipulation look.

"You threw everything we had and will ever have since you broke up with me. You switched me for that Ravenclaw girl, you broke up with her and you think that I will accept you back. Well, I won't." you pushed him slightly away so he could stay back but he didn't.

"Y/n, I love you. I love you so much." he looked at you, grabbing your wrist again, pulling you close. "Let's get back together..."

"I don't know... No. We are never getting back together, like ever!" you pulled your wrist away from him and walked away. Luckily you already had your books, so you just left to your dorm, leaving a specheless Theo beside you.

[...]

You walk to your dorm and you open the door carefully so you wouldn't wake up the other girls. As soon as you enter they turn their heads to you.

"Y/n, are you alright? We saw Theo going after you, but you were both far away." Susan stats.

"Did he talk to you?!"

"Yes, Hannah, he did. He asked me to get together with him again." you answered while taking your shoes off and placing the books on a table near.

"And?!"

"And I said no. I didn't accept him back."

The girls smiled at you and pulled you to bed waiting for you to spell out all the details.

4th post! I don't have many ideas on how to make the scavenger hunt one, but I'll come up with something, don't worry 💗

#tumblr fyp #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #lorenzo zurzolo #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #fypツ #fypシ #fypage #fyp #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #louis patridge

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slytherinslut0 · 6 months

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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

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study break, theodore nott

content warnings: 18+, pure smut, oral fem!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, overall just for the sluts.

the end of the year was approaching rather quickly, which meant O.W.L.s were approaching just as fast. your room was a wreck; your bed plastered in books, notes scattered all over your dormitory. it had been nearly a week since you've been able to get a full 8 hours of sleep. not only that, but you hadn't even been able to spend any time with your boyfriend. and you really missed your boyfriend.

and he was losing his mind without your company.

it was a dark stormy night, thunder crashing and rain pouring down. the windows of your room muffling the rain to a gentle patter against the glass. you found yourself nose deep in some book about potions, taking notes as you read. your hand cramping due to the constant writing you were doing. you didn't even know what you were writing anymore, all you could think about was how badly you needed a break, but you couldn't risk failing.

as if almost on queue — the door to your dormitory creaked open. whipping your head around to see your boyfriend leaning against your doorway; sweatpants hanging dangerously low — one small tug and they're coming down. his brown locks a mess, and that cheesy grin you absolutely adored painted on his pretty lips.

"i missed you." he said, before walking behind you, his hand reaching for your book and closing it.

you smiled, engulfing yourself into his arms and letting out a sigh of contentment. "i missed you so much." you whispered into his neck, your nose grazing his skin and taking in his scent.

his hands squeezed your waist, pressing a soft kiss onto your head before you moved away from his neck. "i'm sorry, i've been so busy with studying. i really missed you, theo." you frowned looking up into his eyes.

the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, "don't you worry, beautiful. i just couldn't go another minute without you."

his hands cupped your jaw, knees weak at the way you looked up at him. "i'm really glad you came. i've been so stressed out with these stupid exams." you gushed, "i just needed a break but if i take one ill be angry with myself and i just-"

"hey, hey, it's okay. i get it, i know you really care about passing. but you really need to relax, okay? i could tell how stressed you've been." he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"but-"

"a little break wouldn't hurt. trust me. let me take care of you, sweetheart." he smiled.

you nodded softly before pulling his lips into yours. sighing as soon as you felt the warmth of his lips against yours. theodore's hands roamed to your ass, tapping you and signaling you to jump.

as soon as you jumped he lead you two to the bed, using his other hand to push all the books off your bed. "sorry." you mumbled against his lips, as he hovered over you.

you let out a soft moan, feeling his jagged canines drag across your skin. his tongue following right behind to soothe the minor pain. his lips trailing wet kisses along your collarbones while his hands worked at the hem of your shirt.

the tips of his fingers barely grazing the soft skin of your abdomen. he pulled away from your neck to swiftly pull your oversized shirt over your head, leaving you exposed. the cold air of your room perking up your nipples. your arms instinctively wrap around yourself, covering your exposed chest.

"no need to be shy, baby." theodore said softly before peeling your arms off yourself. heat rose up to your cheeks, leaving a pink hue to your face.

theodore's lips almost immediately began to work at your chest. a plethora of dark purple hued marks scattered along your chest. your sounds spilling out off your tongue, only encouraging theodore.

your cunt ached, yearning for his touch. desperately, your hips bucked, meeting his in attempt to plead him for any sort of touch. you felt him smile against your chest, still suckling at your nipples.

"please, theo." you whined out, still pushing your hips against his. your hands were planted on his toned arms, watching the way they flexed when he held himself above you.

"i thought this was supposed to be a break, not a torment against me." you said in defeat. theodore chuckled before lifting his head from your chest, "torment against you? really?" he smiled. brows burrowed at your comment.

you giggled, "but seriously-" you whined out, his finger tips traveling down to the plush of your thighs. theodore continues to press wet kisses down your stomach, his fingers hooked around the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down painfully slowly.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at the sight of your lacey pink panties. he was torturing himself at this point. he eased your panties down your legs, groaning at the sight of your pretty, achy cunt. he blew directly onto your cunt, causing you to hiss. "so pretty." he groaned as his fingers dove into your folds, spreading your arousal to your throbbing clit.

you let out a high pitched moan, pushing your hips to meet his fingers once more. "theo, please-" you moaned out.

"please what? what do you need, baby?"

you really tried to form an answer. but the way his fingers prodded at your entrance really wasn't helping. all you could focus on was his touch.

you whined out, screwing your eyes shut.

"come on, baby. i know you can do it." he whispered, his breath fanning your cunt.

"fingers, need your fingers." you whimpered out, your cheeks growing pink in embarrassment.

"there you go." he said before pushing two fingers into your cunt. you gasped, fingers digging into his strong shoulders as the squelching sound of your wetness echos throughout the room as he curls his fingers expertly.

his pace quickened, the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit perfectly. "fuck- theo!" you moaned out.

god it hadn't even been a full week and just his fingers had you screaming?

before you could register your thoughts, you felt his tongue delve into your soaked folds, a groan bubbling up from his chest at your sweet taste.

your hands moved from his shoulders to his brown locks, tugging due to the immense feeling his tongue gave you. his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, his long fingers hitting a different angle.

"fuck. fuck. fuck." you let out a lewd moan, your stomach tightening at the immense feeling of his fingers lightly tapping your sweet spot. eyes rolling into the back of your head, "theo- gonna-" you moaned out.

he groaned against your cunt causing vibrations to travel straight to your core, pushing you to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs wrapping tightly around theo's head before the knot your stomach snapped, releasing all over his slender fingers. you felt his fingers and tongue leave your cunt, leaving you wanting more.

he lifted himself up, sucking your sweetness off his fingers all while staring you right in the eyes. your cunt clenching around nothing, your stomach doing flips.

slowly coming down from your previous orgasm — theodore came up from between your legs, pressing soft, wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. he placed one last gentle kiss on your clit, giggling at the way your legs trembled. you watched as he wiped your slick off his chin, his hands handing their way around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours — faintly tasting yourself on his tongue.

your mind was fuzzy, your hand finding the draw string to his sweats before undoing them, watching them slide down his legs. your manicured nails scratching at his happy trail as your hand slid into his boxers.

theodore moaned against your lips, mouth agape as your hand stroked him slowly. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses wherever his lips traveled.

you were basically salivating, feeling how heavy he was in your hand. you slowly pulled his boxers down, watching his dick spring out against his stomach. your thumb circled his pretty pink tip, precum oozing from his slit.

he let out a heavy breath, whimpers falling out of his mouth left and right.

"i need you." he whispered softly, watching your hand slide around his thick cock.

"you have me." you whispered against his ear, nibbling at his ear lobe. he placed his hand onto yours, running his tip through your puffy folds.

you let out a shaky breath, theodore pressing his forehead against yours as he pressed his hips against yours, stretching you out so deliciously.

you hummed, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. those gorgeous, blue half-lidded eyes. his hips snapped, immediately bottoming out inside you and thrusting relentlessly.

all that could be heard was your moans and the sound of skin slapping. you cringed in embarrassment at the amount of wet noises your pussy was making.

you moaned and whimpered into his ear, causing his hips to stutter.

"shit- if you keep making those noises i'm not gonna last any longer, pretty girl." he whispered against your cheek. suddenly, he shoved your legs up, pushing your thighs against your chest, fucking you at a whole new angle.

his hands firmly planted on your waist, watching him move in and out of you. mesmerized by the way your pussy swallowed him whole.

"god! theo- fuushhh-" you moaned out desperately. you were so fucked out, you couldn't even form coherent sentences. your brain was all mushy and fuzzy and all you could focus on was the way his tip was kissing your cervix.

he was relentless. you could barely breath. your tummy was spinning, and you could see stars. the moans that were leaving your mouth were so pornographic. everything about this was pornographic. the skin slapping and the wet noise of his thick cock plunging into you at an ungodly pace.

your hands gripped your sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"oh, i know that pretty face. you gonna cum, baby?" theo says, brushing your hair out of your face and chuckling at your fucked out expression. your pretty little moans egging him on.

before you could even react, your tummy snapped and your walls were clenching around him. his hips began to stutter as he rode out your high, body going limp, legs shaking.

"cumming, gonna- cum.." theo whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of his head due to the way your celebrity walls wrapped so tightly and sweetly around him. he thrusted his warm load into your poor cunt, "love you s' much, pretty girl." he moaned out, riding out his orgasm.

a thin layer of sweat decorated your bodies. you laid still as he pulled out of you, lowering himself to eye level with your puffy, ruined cunt. he smirked to himself, watching your mixed juices pooling out of you, taking the opportunity to stuff everything that was spilling back into you.

you hips stuttered at at overwhelming warmth of his fingers. you were extremely sensitive. he came back up, to see you fucked out completely. breathing heavily, still gripping the sheets.

"fucked you a little too good, huh?" he said, placing a kiss on your kiss-swollen lips. you smiled against his lips, recovering from your mind blowing orgasm.

he pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair as you cuddled into him. he brought his knee up between your legs attempting to get comfortable before nudging your achy cunt.

you hissed, grabbing his shoulders. "fuck- still sore." you said, laughing a little.

"sorry."

mia speaks!

this is so bad, i haven't written anything this long since like my 8th grade draco malfoy wattpad phase... anyway, hope it isn't too bad i wrote this in my notes app so lmk if there's any errors cuz i didn't revise that well..

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