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╰--➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖THE SUBWAY STATION. Ი𐑼

passengers : harry potter verse, lotf verse, arrowverse, loading... banned : racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia, ai users (+ chatbots), proshippers. DNI if you are associated with this, though my boundaries aren't limited to what's only on this list.

CART 1 : SERIES.

HP 1. Draco Malfoy x Reader (Wherein we explore your life as a fellow pureblood Slytherin from your 2nd to 7th year with the infamous blond) : 1) Friends?, 2) Blabbermouth, 3) Fools, 4) ..., 5) ..., 6) ..., 7) ... LOTF 1. Jack Merridew x Reader : Strangers, Strangers II loading...

CART 2 : ONESHOTS.

HP 1. Harry Potter x Reader (Cuddling with your boyfriend) : Kitty Kisses 2. Draco Malfoy x Reader : Food for thought 3. Draco Malfoy x Reader : Him as a dad 4. Tom Riddle x Reader : Chatmate LOTF 1. Roger Fic (He has a bit of a crush on you) : Staring 2. Jack Merridew x Reader : I'm Not In Love. 3. Roger Fic : Only You 4. Ralph Fic : Apologies 5. Simon x Reader : Heading Home loading...

CART 3 : HEADCANONS.

HP 1. Slytherin Boys Faceclaims: How I see the Slytherin Boys 2. Slytherin Boys Headcanons : How they'd be in romantic relationships LOTF 1. Jack Merridew Headcanons : Jack Merridew who... 2. Roger Headcanons : Corruption 3. Roger, Jack Merridew Headcanons : Oh, Bugger off loading...

✮⋆˙ TICKET STATION IS OPEN!

ask me for reqs !! I'm very open to anything. >>> Reqs for LOTF are closed for now, as I don't feel like writing for the verse atm. Focusing on HP and most likely The Flash CW!

GUIDELINES ∘˙ ✶

1. no reposting of any of my writing, if you see it on any other platform please report and lmk. 2. I prefer writing in fem pov but like I said; I'm open to anything, just request it. 3. I don't feel comfortable with writing what's on my dni list up top, and I don't plan on writing for that anytime soon. 4. Will write for smut, just not for anything related to LOTF and HP characters (unless they're in their 7th year OR aged up). Requests for that will be immediately removed list will be updated...

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Hiii im not too sure and im really really sorry if it did send but i think i sent a Maurice x reader “forbidden”/secret relationship and its been bugging me all week bc i was worried it didn’t send so again im really sorry for asking if it did send i just wanted to make another ask just incase it didn’t actually send😭😭

Hi !! Yes, it did send dw^^ I've just been having writers block and life has me busy currently, I'm doing some drafts for reqs rn and my posts will take a while ! (For all reqs btw)

My first post in forever... Soz guys, I'm kinda burnt out and still working on irl stuff !

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i love flash so much could you write something where he saves you and comforts you

Safety

.✦ ݁˖ Barry Allen x Reader

includes: established relationship, Barry x gf!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort ~ (wc: 583) a/n – I LOVE HIM SO MUCH !! Chat I'm feral. First time writing for bae, hope u enjoy <33

It could've been a normal day. Saving a teenager from getting hit by a car, stopping robbers from stealing, then ending the day by training. It was all expected to happen in his itinerary for the day. What he didn't expect, was for you to be abducted. Like with everyone else he cared about, he was worried for you. His heart raced faster as he sprinted over to you, adrenaline filling him up as his mind raced with thoughts.

Were you okay? Were you being the stubborn girl you were, pretending to be brave? Were you standing up for those around you?

He didn't expect you to be surrounded in lightning. His breathing stopped for a while before Caitlin spoke, "Barry, it's not real. This meta- it's making some type of hallucination." But even then, he didn't care. He ran towards you, going past mach 3.5. No matter how far you were, no matter how many times Cisco had warned him beforehand, he still ran to you. Because it reminded him of his mother. Of losing her.

The vision of lightning glitched as he ran through it, Barry seeing you crouched down on the floor as you hugged a child. He quickly grabbed you, putting the kid down with his mother as he carried you towards S.T.A.R. labs. With how fast he was going, he didn't realize how his tears fell into the air as he held you tight, your arms wrapping around him with the same fear he had.

You shook on the bed of the medbay as he laid you down, not bothering to remove his mask. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He said, his tone almost a desperate cry as he looked at you. Your eyes darted away from him as he craddled your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks to try and soothe you from the fear the meta had made you go through. What hurt most though, was you couldn't look at him.

"Please, look at me. Baby, I swear you're safe." He pleaded, taking off his mask as he kneeled closer to you. His forehead leaned on yours as he tried to calm the storm in your thoughts, hands caressing your back as he slowly kissed your cheeks. For the fastest man alive, he always made sure to take it slow with you. And he was sure that he was slow at that moment. Despite that, his heart kept beating faster when you didn't calm down.

When you finally looked at him, you saw his teary eyes look into yours as he leaned into a kiss, making it quick before he hugged you tight. "You're safe. You're here, with me. It wasn't real." He assured you, his arms grasping onto you as you both laid on the mattress. "Barry, I thought he was going to kill me." You whispered into his neck. "And he wasn't. He can't hurt you, not with me around."

Your cries had slowly turned into sniffles and shivers as the night progressed, his body never leaving yours until you finally calmed down.

5 minutes later in the cortex. "Just let him be. The meta is harmless at most." Joe said, before walking back to the station. This made Cisco shrug as he turned his back from the two of you. "Look, sweet moment but is no one going to admit they're a bit jealous...??" And before he could continue on, Caitlin smacked him on the arm, ending with Iris laughing.

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hii could you write harry j potter x slytherin fem reader? Love your writing

In the dark.

⋆˚꩜｡ Harry Potter x Reader ⚯ ͛

You're your team's quidditch Beater. He's their seeker. You thought it'd be fun to hit a bludger at the boy. includes: hidden relationship, Harry x Slytherin!Reader, alternate universe in their 7th year, suggestive ~ (wc: 737) a/n – LOL I've been thinking about this for a while, thank god I got the motivation to finally do it xD one of the many drafts I've revised so it can fit this req ! AAA thank you anon<3 will always love writing

Another game in the rain. Cheers erupted from the stands as thunder struck around the court. A dangerous game, yet they didn't cancel it. You didn't care, it only added to the fun of the match. Gryffindor and Slytherin? Boy, the most exciting rivalry in all of Hogwart's history. Sure, the Potter boy may have ruined the winning streak of your house, but it was much more exciting to mess with him.

The snitch kept gliding through the air, almost as if it was teasing the red seeker on his broom. Harry gritted his teeth before going faster, leaning towards the flying piece of gold with his hand out. The air felt heavy, raindrops hitting harder at him as he flew by. If he didn't know any better, he would've been terrified of the lightning hitting him; but the only thing on his mind was to get this over with.

You were focused on your job, hitting bludgers so your friends wouldn't get hit. Even helping Malfoy from getting a concussion. "Idiot! Go get the bloody snitch!" You shouted at him, making the boy groan in annoyance. You continued to hit bludgers from hitting you until, you saw it. The perfect opportunity to mess with the star player yet again. You smirked, your hand gripping tighter on your broomstick.

His hand almost reached it, only inches from the flying sphere. And just when he almost grabbed it, he felt his broom tilt. A bludger had hit him. Before he fell to the ground, he saw you grinning with that bat in your hand. He heard you cackling as you kept hitting bludgers to help your mates, pissing him off as he eventually got a hold of his balance and flying higher. It made him desire the win even more.

Draco almost caught the snitch before Harry hit him from the side, snatching it. Putting his hand up, he smiled at the Gryffindor stand with pride, breathing heavily. His eyes discreetly darted to yours, looking at you with warning. But you only smiled, laughing to yourself at the ability you had to provoke such a boy. "Congrats." You mouthed to him, clapping your hands before flying off with your team.

Even after the game had finished, you still found ways to tick him off. For this instance, you kept talking behind him as you walked inside the halls with drenched clothes. "You're such a good player, Potter. I'm jealous." You would mutter, making your friends snicker beside you as he kept on ignoring you. It was entertaining to you, yes. The boy was usually snarky towards Malfoy, but somehow didn't bother noticing you.

...

Night time, it was warm now in the school. The perfect time for a good dinner as you ate the roasted chicken, giggling with your friends about the earlier game. Your gaze stayed on Harry as he kept glaring at you, chewing his food slowly as his hand grasped on his spoon. Sure, you liked to share eye contact with the boy, but this was different. Heavier, tenser, hungrier. Was it wanting revenge? Or was it from anger?

You didn't bother dwelling on it, he had walked out from the dinner hall with tensed shoulders. Laughing to yourself, you told an excuse to your friends before casually following the Gryffindor. You made sure to take your time before you reached the corner of an empty hallway, when he then grabbed your arm from the side. "Did you really have to hit me?" He whispered to you, pulling you flush against him.

With a chuckle, you answered. "It's funny messing with you." Your hands grabbed his collar, pulling him in a kiss. He went in deeper with the kiss, his hands moving to the small of your back with a groan. "I really hate you." He moaned into your lips. You smiled into him, growing closer. "I love you too sweetie." You spoke, before pulling back, his face following yours for a second.

Before you knew it, he was already in your dorm with his shirt unbuttoned. Thank Merlin you were in a solo dorm. He kissed your neck with desperation, hands gripping your thighs. "I missed you." He kept saying against your skin, leaving trails of saliva as you giggled. "I love teasing you." You said, before rolling him over with you on top o him. "This is gonna be a long night, Potter."

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Hiiiii🩷 can you write something about Ralph x fem reader? Maybe shes the sister of one of the choir members and shes fall in love with Ralph

Glares

∘˙ ✶ LOTF Ralph x Reader

includes: after LOTF, aged up (they're in secondary school), Ralph x schoolmate!Reader, mutual feelings, fem!Reader ~ (wc: 250) a/n – omgg I actually had this drabble in my notes for a while now, ik it's not long but I hope you like this !!

Maurice had told you to keep it secret for a while, that he was still in the choir even in year 9. Sure, you would've loved to tease your little brother but you loved him more than that. Right? Right. So you promised him you'd stay away from his choir business. You wouldn't tell anyone, no more teasing, no more visits just to taunt him in front of his friends. What you didn't promise him however, was that you liked the boy his best friend despises.

"Why Ralph out of all people....? Jack's going to KILL me." Your brother whined, plopping on your bed. "Get off my bed. And so what?" You defended, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him. He sat up with a contorted face, one that said 'are you seriously asking me that right now..?' His head tilted before he finally spoke. "Dude. You brought him to my choir practice. Jack practically murdered me with his glares...??"

"You sure it's fine if we stay here? I know you have to look after him." Ralph said, looking at you as his fingers fidgeted with yours. "It's fine. We're just looking at them practice." Your head turned to his with a smile, slightly relieving the boy before he tensed at the glares he felt. It was Jack. He kept staring at the both of you until his gaze drifted off to Maurice. "...You know he has a problem with me right." "Eh. We'll be fine. Probably."

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Hiiii can you write one where Roger and jack like the same person?

Oh, Bugger off.

∘˙ ✶ Jack Merridew x Reader, Roger x Reader

includes: after LOTF, Jack x schoolmate!Reader, Roger x schoolmate!Reader, some hcs are when you're older in secondary school (wc: 333) a/n — headcanon format since I feel like this fits more !!!

Jack Merridew who looked at Roger weird whenever he stared at you for too long. He was a weirdo, and he was sure you wouldn't approach the other boy, but he still wanted to make sure you weren't giving him any attention.

Roger who would collect you crab shells when he found out you liked crabs. He would leave them on your table before class, and make sure nobody saw.

Jack Merridew who would pull you closer by the arm when walking side by side, deliberately looking at Roger with a nasty look on his face whenever he made sure he saw you both.

Roger who read books with you after class. Though it was just him sitting next to you as he stayed silent for the whole time, being enough to tick the other boy off.

Jack Merridew who played it rough in rugby matches when Roger was there, even if they were on the same team. He had to impress you, didn't he?

Roger who daydreamed about hitting Jack with a stick if he ever saw him try to steal you away from him. You were his only friend, and the only one he actually liked in that sense.

Jack Merridew who would make his parents buy him gifts for you, even if it were random things like paper clips and band aids. You've never used paper clips. Were the band aids a sign for something...?

Roger who kept staring at you from across the gym as you played dodgeball. You were a rough player. You were fun to be around. What more if you had been on the island?

Jack Merridew who made sure to keep you close, just so he knew that Roger wasn't up to something. He really didn't want him as competition, but he couldn't scare him away.

Roger who made sure his position from you was at a distance, to admire you and get close to you only when necessary. He wouldn't want you hurt. Yet.

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I would love to see more roger!! anything you wish to write :)

Working on smth rn, it's also for another req so just wait for that to be done <3

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HIII i was the one who's request got lost 🥹 could you maybe do a part two? (preferably a happy ending but it's purely your choice) I LOVED IT SM!!! <3

Strangers, II

∘˙ ✶ Jack Merridew x Reader

The both of you had made a silent agreement to never talk again, until your family had shared a dinner with his. Both of your parents told you to hang out like you always did, in your room. What will happen then? includes: after LOTF, Jack x schoolmate!family friend!Reader (gender neutral), mutual feelings until..., slightly angsty, slight fluff (wc: 594) a/n — ok fine I'll FINALLY give Jack a happy ending:p

It was almost deja vu for him. Another car ride towards you, except he now doesn't have anything for you. Why should he give you any time of his day? You were just like all the others at school. You never even gave him a chance to talk, a chance to explain. His fingers squeezed the middle of his brows, he was getting annoyed again. Just why did his parents have to agree to this stupid dinner?

Every day for the past week, this is all he's been thinking about. All you. Because he was going to be forced to talk to you again, when all you did was do everything in your power to ignore him. But he couldn't care less, because even if he was convinced that he was thinking about you in anger, it was because he missed you. More than he could handle in the days he spent in that stupid island.

Just when he thought everything would be easy to handle, he saw you pretending he didn't even exist. Sure, you greeted his parents and smiled at them. But not at him. It made his anger boil on the inside, his fist curling tighter as he tried to keep his smile. It wasn't necessarily about anger, no. It was because he was jealous. Why wouldn't you smile at him? Your smile was something warm and bright. Why couldn't he get that?

...

He didn't care about what the adults were talking about, he was left fidgeting with the scraps of his food as he stared at you. It was maybe about you both, some of the good times, they said. He couldn't tell. He just looked at how uncomfortable you were as you ate. Was it because of him? Was it because you remembered how disgusting he was? His stomach churned as his mind raced.

His thoughts were interrupted as your father spoke. "Why not play in the living room? Just like old times." As he finished speaking, you abruptly stood up and silently went with furrowed brows. He dropped his fork as he smiled tightly at the others, scurrying to follow behind you. Of course, he wasn't ready. He didn't even know what to say. He just prayed to God that you'd finally say something.

...

You sat on the sofa with a hunched back, watching the fireplace crackle. He had entered the room with small steps, careful as to not scare you off. When you didn't walk away, he sat on the couch from a distance, his back fitting snuggly on the cushion. It was silent, apart from the fire burning the wood and your breathing. Was he doing something wrong? Was he going to do something wrong?

"I'm sorry." He suddenly blurted out, making you dart your eyes to him. He looked straight at the fireplace, his gaze unwavering as the moment continued. "... I know it's not your fault." His eyes finally looked at yours when you spoke, it was the first real conversation between the two of you. At least, ever since the event. Time felt like it stilled as you both stayed silent, eyes on each other.

A tear had fell from his lash line, his face still expressionless as he stared at you. It made you stutter in your movements, your body instinctively going closer to his. "I'm sorry. I should've thought better." You spoke, covering his hand with yours. "I was scared." Your eyes looked down, ashamed to look at him. He leaned his head on you, with you doing the same. "...I know."

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https://www.tumblr.com/jjj4ngj4ng/815319641444466688/im-so-freaked-out-for-them-its-not-even-funny?source=share The actor who plays the character Flash looks like tom riddle is very difficult to perceive Owen Cooper as the future Tom Riddle.

For me, I'm not as used to it as well since I've been obsessing over Christian's Tom since I was like 9 years old; though I think it'd be fine if Owen played him. I personally don't think he has the 'look' Tom Riddle has, and it's fine since I think his acting can make up for it.

Though for a while I've always thought there was a resemblance between Grant and Coulson, but it's very minimal. Probably why I like the both of them LOL

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I'm so freaked out for them it's not even funny anymore chat

Not going back to writing for a while cus I'm rewatching cw flash LOL I missed bae... Sigh I'm so hyperfixated with the both of them rn

dw tho I'll write your reqs just keep them coming... I WANT HP AND ARROWVERSE REQS COME ONNNN

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Hiii do u think u could write for simon??

Heading Home

∘˙ ✶ LOTF Simon x Reader

includes: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE after LOTF, aged up (they're in secondary school), Simon x schoolmate!Reader, mutual feelings ~ (wc: 317) a/n – HIII I already had this little drabble of mine for him so enjoyy <33 also this is mainly for male reader bc I have a hc for him having a male preference but this is gender neutral!!

You smirked at him while the teacher spoke, something about polynomials or whatever... You could care less. Because something in your hands was way better than what she kept yelling about. Somehow, your mother had bought you an Etch a Sketch even after your father was strongly against it. You snickered as you kept drawing on it, making Simon sigh anxiously.

His knee kept bouncing as the teacher walked closer, his hand smacking your thigh because you just had to keep on playing on the toy beneath the table. "(L/N)." The adult said firmly, brow raised as she stood in front of your table. You tried to play it cool, hiding the game in your jumper. But she had already seen the outline of it on the fabric, huffing before going to grab it from you.

An hour after classes. Walking home with Simon after detention.

"She's a nonce." Simon smacked your arm when you talked about your homeroom teacher, making you hiss. "What? It's true!" You defended, putting your hands up. "She's our damned teacher!" He spoke up, hanging his head low when he realized his voice was too loud. You snickered as you walked faster, him long legs following quickly behind you with his hand extended to reach yours.

And when your hands held each other, his cheeks flushed as his eyes darted to yours. "Bollocks to her... Ouch!" You mumbled, until he yanked you closer to shut you up. He pushed aside the fluttering feeling in his chest as he rolled his eyes at your remark. "You'd better find something nicer to talk about." He said, continuing your walk home together. You chuckled, pulling him closer by the hand as you laid your head on his shoulder.

He pushed you away, of course. What would others think?

But he wanted you closer than what he made it seem.

...Of course, you did too.

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How would you feel about writing a poly relationship involving the Harry Potter fandom x reader?

hmm honestly I wouldn't mind. I was already thinking of Draco x Harry x Reader and also the Weasley twins x reader, but I'm still trying to figure out how the dynamics could go! If you have any ideas for them, yk what to do and I'll write it;b

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wait nooooo come back.....

HAHAHA HIII I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON REQS ATM FOR LOTF!!! I won't be posting them soon though since I wanna focus on HP and arrowverse ffs<3

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actually freaking about about early season barry allen

bring back his makeup era

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highkenuinely gonna write for this fine ass man soon istg I am SOOOO freaked out for him xddddddddddddddd

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How they'd be in romantic relationships

⋆˚꩜｡ Slytherin Boys ⚕ `

Slytherin Boys x Reader relationship headcanons, how you guys met and how you got into a relationship with them. Lowkey spicy too includes: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire a/n– reqs still open... PLS GUYS !!! Also this is totally not proofread. Loveu guys tho

Draco Malfoy

During your first few years at Hogwarts, he hadn't really given you any attention. It was only when rumors of Voldemort's coming that he had started to notice you, being one of the few people in your house that had believed Harry and his friends. You were intriguing, to say the least. Of course, you had known his reputation for quite a while now. He was the rich boy of your year, and a very pompous one at that.

You only got together when he finally got the courage to ask you out, which was due to Crabbe and Goyle teasing him.

"Quit it. I'm not scared." He glared at the two, frown evident but the blush of his ears flushed rosy pink. Scurrying off, he huffed as his hands fixed his robes, he contemplated if he should actually do it. It took him 1 day before the Yule ball to ask you out, still being flustered because he was not used to being the one who was swooning over the other. And even then, he was still the same arrogant prick his reputation preceded him as. "Wait what?" His smile faltered, his voice an almost whisper as he tried to process your answer. You actually said yes? He was shocked. Even moreso when he saw you in your dress, because Merlin you were mesmerizing. He already found you beautiful in your school robes, and that gorgeous piece of fabric on Christmas day just looked so flattering on you.

When you finally made it official, he made sure to make you look good as he did to himself. It was only through small things, like straightening out your robes from behind or fixing your collar because your jumper had 'messed' it up. But to him, it was something big. It meant leaving traces of him on you, his neatness making its mark on you. Because if he wanted something, he had to work hard for it. And he takes good care of his things.

In your fifth year, he started being more vulnerable towards you. The inevitable war started scaring him even if he didn't admit it, and the pressure his parents made him go through had become a broken record in his head. From small gestures of crossing your pinky's together and exchanging notes, to sneaking kisses in between class changes and hiding in the library, until finally just doing whatever you had wanted.

He would kiss you all over, his favorite places to be your neck and lips, while he laid on top of you. His hands would be tightly wrapped on you, as if you could go away at any moment. Tears slowly fell from his lashes as he stayed on you, but he would never admit that. You would only hug him tighter then, combing your hand through his hair as you hummed a small lullaby. His dorm had suddenly become yours too.

Blaise Zabini

He had met a lot of people due to his stepfathers. You were one of the few family friends that had stayed in touch with him and his mother, a frequent visitor of their manor while your parents gossiped about the other families. The two of you however, were busy talking about your fellow schoolmates. Your shared disdain of your peers had become an anchor to your relationship, often a topic for the both of you when you were able to go to your homes for break.

It was on one winter break on your fifth year that he had wanted to try something with you while gossiping about other's relationships.

You chuckled, closing the book and laying it on the coffee table in front of you. Your back laid on the couch as the silence slowly grew louder. "Is he really like that? I'm surprised you're friends with him." You asked with a smile, turning your head to look at him, who was right next to you on the plush seat. He smiled, crossing his arms as his head turned itself to you as well. "We both know you're the only one I consider an actual friend." It made you blush unconsciously, looking away as you trailed off. "...Have you tried it? Kissing, I mean." You muttered beneath your voice, his eyes suddenly darting to you. His composure never changed, but he kept staring at you. It was only when you finally looked back at him that you realized you were close to each other. Too close. You didn't even realize that your lips had connected until it was too late, your hands on his neck.

His demeanor never changed, though. At school, he was still the same 'expressionless' Blaise that didn't give anyone his time of day. Except you. He was careful to not make a big deal out of your relationship, only sitting together in the library and the Great Hall. It hurt you a bit of course, but he made up for it with gifts and loads of affection in private. In his words, his diamond should be covered and complemented with silver.

He loved kneeling in front of you and kissing your stomach, leaving trails of his saliva on purpose. It stayed there until he decided it was time to brush it off, circling his thumb in the areas while he made out with you. "Bella, you are addictive." His italian accent mixed with his deep voice made your stomach do flips, your lips moving closer to him as he spoke. "Keep talking." You breathed out.

During Voldemort's reign over the school, he had started showing you off, in his own way. His hand would be on your shoulder as he guided you through the halls of the school, his seat deliberately next to you. He wouldn't even let anyone look at you, hiding you with his frame or just straight up glaring the person up and down. You're his; if you were going to shine, he was the only one worthy enough to admire your beauty.

Theodore Nott

You just happened to be his partner for majority of the projects your professors had assigned, as you were the most competent in your subjects. He had started falling off, and you knew why. Anyone with a nose knew why, and the traces of ash on his sleeve were proof as well. You dreaded to be his partner, but you had to be on your professors good side. So despite your initial no's, you agreed to each instance just so you could get over with it.

Your hand swatted his before he could reach the cauldron. "No. You reek of smoke, you might contaminate it." The room was all to the both of you, Slughorn being generous enough to grant you both that privilege. He chuckled, taking off his robes and brushing the imaginary ash off himself. You rolled your eyes, rushing to get ingredients from the cabinet. It was then that you realized you couldn't reach it, and you felt someone's presence behind you. "I can help myself, Nott." You spat as you tried to move away, but he had somehow caged you in. "Doesn't seem like it." He smirked, handing you the bottle. His adam's apple bobbed as you looked at him, you never really piqued his interest until now. His smirk turned into a tight lipped smile, a short breath of air leaving him. "You're pretty. You know that, right?" You blushed at the compliment, brows furrowing as you smacked him away; feet scurrying off to your cauldron.

Ever since then, he would trail you and try to brush it off. You kept rejecting his attempts of asking you out, and you even ignored his invites to astronomy tower. It wasn't to smoke, no. He didn't want you getting ruined by his bad habits. When you finally walked in on him smoking atop the building, he was quick to dispose of it and clean his act up. You tried it out with him despite his initial refusal to, and you had coughed it all out.

You weren't sure what you had with him, but you were sure it was way more fun than just studying.

Makeouts in the corners of the halls, hickeys on your collarbone (because you said you didn't want to get caught), and cuddling in his dorm. He loved how stubborn you were, and he made forehead kisses a habit to calm you down after every class. And when you wanted to ask him what you were to him, you found someone knocking on your door. It was a Theodore Nott with your favorite food and a plush toy, a letter in its arms. He finally asked you out, and you said yes.

On cold school days, he would kiss your neck from behind, annoying you as you wrote down your notes. "Ti amo, tesoro." His breath tickled your neck, lips smiling as he knew he succeeded in distracting you. The smoking lessened when you came into his life, his vice now becoming you. One particular thing he loved doing was dragging you out your desk and into bed, squeezing you into his arms. "Theo, I needed to finish that." You fought. "Now you don't. I need attention, per favore."

Tom Riddle

You weren't a bad student. Honestly speaking, you were better than average. But you still weren't at his level. He saw your potential, and he saw how you were deliberately trying not to get the highest marks. Was it because you were intimidated by him? Almost everyone was. But it had bothered him so much, and the missed opportunity at competition made him crave for the little thrill at the boring dump they had called a school, his words.

"And what brings you to the library at this dark hour?" A voice rang behind you, putting a stop to your writing as you put your quill down. "It's only 10 minutes before curfew, Riddle." You defended, continuing to finish your essay. It had suddenly been interrupted yet again by his voice, but because of the odd question he spoke. Why don't you try harder enough? A familiar question that had haunted you by your peers and your family. You smiled at him, facing him. "...I know you want to be the best. I don't want to steal that from you." Those were the last few words you had told him before you got your things and walked to your dorm, stunning him. You weren't scared or intimidated. It was on purpose, for him. The genuine look on your face made his heart feel something other than hate, he wanted to replay that moment forever. It had then dawned on him that... He might've caught romantic feelings.

These things were usually considered a distraction for him. But you? Someone who had the same potential as him? You were worth his time.

He had started making ways for you to be his partner, or part of his group in projects and assignments. Just so he could have a little power over you and make you do your best. It was late nights at the library with you two, studying as he swatted your hand whenever he saw you answer a question incorrectly on purpose. "No." He kept saying as you wrote something down, his eyes still on his textbook. He didn't even see if you had did your usual habit, but he knew you well enough to know you did.

The study sessions had become one of your favorite hours, and it had made you bond over methods and tricks. You never really noticed how close you were getting, until your hands finally brushed each other as you read something. His eyes didn't move from his book, nor did his body. Your knees touched as the seconds flew by, and it was a warm feeling that made the cold night feel comfortable. You smiled as you continued to scan your eyes over the text.

You both hadn't realized your feelings for each other until you finally fought. Something petty about your bad habits coming back. He just kept on rambling and you couldn't take it anymore. Your lips brushed his cheek, shutting him up. He just stood there, face flustered as his brows furrowed. "...Can I do that more?" You said. "No." He muttered, finally stopping his anger. It was true, because he liked kissing you more on the lips. He said it was your prize for getting an answer right.

He kept getting mad at your stubbornness, that never went away even after you got together. He liked it, though. Because you were the person he could escape to.

Mattheo Riddle

Another Thursday at the hospital wing. Another visit from the infamous Mattheo Riddle. He had a hangover from last night's party in the Hufflepuff commonroom, his groans getting louder as time went by. You had warned him multiple times not to go to those gatherings, but your boyfriend kept wanting to have his fun. And with the multiple instances of his visits, you were convinced he did it on purpose just to see you.

"Fuck off, I don't need to go to Madam Pomfrey." He moaned against his friend's arms, trying to push them off. "No, you fuck off. You're going to puke all over my bed again." Theodore stated, laying the boy on the bed as Lorenzo chuckled beside them. The charming boy sat on the bed as Mattheo held his stomach, the migraine hitting him like a truck. "Don't worry, Matty. You'll love staying here for the time being." Lorenzo said, leaning over to the drunk boy. Before Mattheo could even deny it, he went silent went he turned around to his friends. His mouth was agape as his upper half was propped up on his elbow, eyes locked on you. You were the recent helper around the clinic, and the reason as to why he had started to get 'injured' more often just to see you. "You single?" "Are you free tonight?" "Let's ditch this." He kept saying, going on and on about this for weeks until you finally said yes.

"Hey come on, there's more privacy in my dorm." He whined, tugging on your arm as you fixed one of the few first aid kits for the school. You tsked, looking at him with furrowed brows as he pouted. "Mattheo. I did this for extra credit. I can't just run away from this." You continued working, causing him to whine louder as he went to bother you further. It was your daily routine with him, as he kept finding a way to see you after class.

When Madam Pomfrey went to go do errands, he would carry you and sit you on his lap, trying to rile you up as you got busy. It was annoying sure, but it was entertaining enough to pass the time. He usually slept while you worked, head hung forward and laying on your back as he snored. His arms never let go, hugging you even tighter in his sleep. When he woke up, he shook his head before peeking his head over your shoulder.

He would never kiss you first, because you had mentioned to him that you didn't like cigarettes or alcohol, his favorite vices. So, he would let you do the first move and kiss his neck whenever you hung out at his dorm, his arms never failing to hug you tight. He would demand you for more kisses, hands on your hips as you laid on the bed. "No more, Matty. And I'm taking your jumper." You said with a kiss on his cheek, walking off with a teasing smirk.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He hated you for how biased you were. He had the perfect facade of perfection and humbleness, and he didn't know why you weren't nice to him. You were practically friends with almost everyone! Why not him? It annoyed him, and he almost broke character. He was sure it was a rivalry between you two, competing in classes and even in quidditch. Eye rolls were exchanged before he finally confronted you about the two of you.

You were walking to your dorm until suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you into the broom closet. He locked it before you could say anything, encapsulating you between him and the room. "Do you have a problem with me?" He started, making you raise a brow. "Do you have a problem with me? You kidnapped me." He chuckled at your reply, leaning closer to speak his mind. But he couldn't. Because even if he did hate you, he loved thinking about you. "Why do you keep looking at me weird?" He leaned closer, making you gulp slightly as your cheeks flushed. A playful expression was then painted on his face, a smirk forming as he tilted his head. "You like me or something?" Before he could say anything else, you pushed him off as you fumbled with the lock. "...No. And you don't need to know that." You said, finally opening the door and running off.

The petty rivalry has since died down, and has been replaced with flirty looks from him across the room. He smirked to himself when he saw you roll your eyes with flushed cheeks, hanging your head low as you ignored him. The first date you shared was out of the blue, because he had asked you out in the middle of class changes. What's worse was, you had agreed to his invite. And you had now been his date at a random house party that night.

After that night, you found yourself in his dorm with a half drunk Lorenzo on the bed. When you tried to pull away, he pulled you in further and groaned. "...No kiss?" He asked with half lidded eyes. You scoffed. "You're drunk. Go rest." He still didn't let go, hugging you with his arms and legs as he kept on mumbling stay, stay, stay. You had convinced yourself you didn't like him, but you didn't want to go to your dorm. He woke up to your arms wrapped around him, sleeping soundly.

When you finally started dating, he loved to kiss you all over your face and even kept pulling you in empty classrooms just for a short and messy makeout session. "Baby, I want more." He would breath out, your hands moving to push him off. "I have to go to class. Just because we're dating, doesn't mean I'll let go of my good grades." He groaned, following you out the room as he knew he wouldn't get another kiss until the weekend. If he was lucky enough that you didn't have homework.

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set during 2026. Reader is a slytherin and this is how her chats with Tom have been. Fast paced due to happening through different days a/n — I am so tired omfg lowk idk if i should continue my Draco series so I'll do diff fics for now. Focusing more on hp stuff first before my lotf fics !!!

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Draco one shot of him as a dad!!!

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just a very short one shot of dad!Draco set before the cursed child !! You're scorpius' mom now:p ~ (wc: 372) a/n– needed to write more Draco fics aaa ty for the idea anon <3 will do Tom Riddle hcs soon when I get motivated !! I'll post it after I do the next chap of my Draco seriesss or smth, pls check out my other works in the meantime !!

He groaned as Scorpius turned his head, pouting before running off to follow the family owl. Putting aside the small spoon and bowl, he went to go to your office with tired legs. The doorknob turned, the slit of the doorway opening wider to greet him with the view of you working. Writing on parchment with one hand as the other held another piece of parchment, sleeves rolled up as your hair was messy.

A breath of relief left him as he saw you, forcing his legs to move closer to you. Arms suddenly wrapped around your frame as lips showered your cheek with kisses, until his nose buried itself in the crook of your neck. "He didn't eat his food again?" You asked, eyes still on your papers. He hummed, continuing to kiss you on the neck and making you giggle. Dropping your quill, you turned to face him, putting his face in your hands.

You gave him a small peck on the lips, his mouth following yours as you pulled away. Your hand moved to his and pulled him to the couch of the office, making him lay his head on your chest. His hair was soft, it had become wavy as time passed and you loved it that way. "Ma cherie..." He groaned as your fingers ran themselves through his locks, hands gripping your sides as if you were to go away.

The moment was silently sweet, your break from the world as you both had became so busy. Until crying was nearing your way, little stomps coming from your toddler. You turned your head to Scorpius, letting out a small laugh as your arm opened itself to him. "Come to mama." You said, making Draco let out a tsk. Your head turned with a raised brow, looking at your husband.

The little boy went to you, opening and closing his hands to say he wanted a hug. Draco kept pushing him away, looking at him with a playfully annoyed face. "No. Mama's mine for now." He moved himself to cover your body, having Scorpius try to pull him off of you. You giggled at your two boys, propping yourself up with your elbows to finally comfort your son.