charms 𓏵 🇯🇵 𓏵 🇲🇽 𓏵 dean thomas lover, blaise zabini lover, fuckshit lover, monkeys are my fav animal, collecting: stickers, trinkets, keychains, funkos, miniatures + more), just wanted to write for diff fandoms so i made a new account, prob wont post often, aus are my everything
my writing
potential fandoms ill write for
hp
mid 90s
newsies
wednesday
mean girls musical broadway
wtd (only platonic for the kids tho itll probably be my babes dick hallorann the most)
sypnosis: knight and mage relationships are strictly forbidden, but that won't stop paige
author's note: hiiii! i've never written for paige (at least that i remember) here on tumblr, so bear with me please. i got a lot of the inspo for this from watching house of the dragon, as well as reading silvercloak and a lot of knight/princess caitvi aus lol. i hope you like!!! the title is now inspired by the new phoebe bridgers song!!! it was so freaking gooddddddd reqs are open!
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In Eldoria, Mages hold the highest power, for they are the ones who possess the highest power. If a woman is born with magic in her veins, she is sent to the secluded tower known as Nightvale, a training camp for young mages, until she graduates with the knowledge that she needs to protect the realms.
You were born with said magic, it was identified at birth. So, like thousands of baby girls before you, you were sent to Nightvale, raised from infancy into a fully grown mage, possessing the powers able to defend. But what wasn't said before is the mage's keeper. Well, not technically the mage's keeper. That's just what you like to call your knight.
When mages graduate from Nightvale, they receive a knight, a sworn protector, making sure their powers cannot be manipulated or their compassion deceived.
Yours was named Paige.
knight!paige who would actually be really good at cooking. quite the opposite, you are absolutely horrid at it. oftentimes, the two of you end up off the beaten path in the forest, your horses tied up to a tree while you crouch around a fire together, kindled with paige's expertise. you were called throughout the kingdom often, tasked to various far off villages, so you found yourselves camping like this plenty of times. but paige could cook you up anything from absolutely nothing. and it always tasted so good
knight!paige pretends to be tough and nonchalant, but is secretly such a sweetheart. you've heard rumors of how terrifying in battle, but she absolutely showed a different side of herself as you got to know each other, no longer the feared warrior as you heard. she carries your books, fixes your cloak if it falls off and even sleeps a bit lighter than you (especially camping) in case you have nightmares or if there's danger. every town that you visit expects paige to be the mean one and you the nice one, but in fact, it's the opposite. you're always the one threatening to turn merchants into toads while she's apologizing, begging for your mercy.
knight!paige who becomes super jealous when men start asking for your hand, begging to be your sutors. it isn't until one of them touches you that she's absolutely reeling, snatching their hand off you as if it's plagued and drawing you back. "sorry, the mage has business elsewhere."
knight!paige who has a collection of charms you've made her over the years. a protection charm, a good luck charm, one that keeps her socks dry, and she claims that they don't work, but she refuses to part with them.
knight!paige who has such a soft spot for animals, you find this out when you wake up to discover three stray cats asleep on top of her while she's too afraid to move.
knight!paige who has absolutely fallen asleep in your room instead of her own because "it's closer if something happens."
knight!paige who starts doing things that aren't technically part of her duty anymore. she still walks beside you, still keeps watch while you sleep, and still carries your books, but now she's picking wildflowers because you once mentioned you liked them. if she spots a bookstore in town, she'll somehow find an excuse to pass by it, attempting to find a book that might interest you.
knight!paige who begins to call you by "my mage," and then it slowly morphs into your name, which you don't correct
knight!paige who has never taken her armor off around you... until one night. for years, she'd never been without it in your presence, until one evening you notice her slouching against a tree trunk. it's one of those camping nights, long and hot in the woods. her cheeks are turning red as she practically pants.
"you don't have to stay armored around me, you know."
she raises a quizzical eyebrow at you.
"you can take it off,"
and begrudgingly, she does. she sighs and begins undoing the buckles.
knight!paige who has stopped sleeping on the floor of your room, but has moved to your bed
knight!paige who absolutely panics the first time someone mistakes the two of you for a married couple.
"oh, your wife is very talented."
you nearly choke on your drink as paige's face turns red. but, neither of you correct them.
𑄝 summary 𑄝 : Dating Theodore nott while being a lovegood is the last thing you'd ever do. though you sometimes think it's fate.. aaannddd he always saves your butt.
𑄝 warnings 𑄝 : threatening (not to reader) & fluff
𑄝 word count 𑄝 : 1,5k
𑄝 pairing 𑄝 : Theodore Nott × lovegood!Reader
A/N: I really want this to be multiple drabbles tbh, sooo comment your thoughts/ask me anything about lovegood!reader dating Theodore 🫣
The stone corridors of Hogwarts at midnight were notoriously unforgiving, but to you, the chill beneath your bare soles felt like walking on frozen starlight.
Holding a single, flickering candle in one hand and a half-eaten starfruit in the other, you hummed a tuneless melody. Your robes drifted around your ankles, noticeably lighter without the weight of your missing Mary Janes.
"What in Merlin’s name do you think you are doing?"
The sharp, low whisper cut through the silence. You turned around, your candle casting a warm glow over Theodore Nott. He was standing there in his perfectly pressed Slytherin robes, his Prefect badge gleaming under the moonlight, looking entirely too severe for a Thursday night. His dark brows were knitted in a familiar, exasperated scowl.
"Oh, hello, Theo," you said, your voice airy, carrying that distinct, dreamlike cadence. "I’m looking for Barney and Beatrice."
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, tired sigh. He closed the distance between you in three long strides. "Who the hell are Barney and Beatrice? If you’ve smuggled more illegal magical creatures into the castle, I swear—"
"They’re my shoes, Theo," you interrupted gently, tilting your head. "And they’re not creatures, though they do have very distinct personalities. Someone put them somewhere dark, you see. Barnaby is terribly terrified of dark. . He gets claustrophobic in tight, unlit spaces, and Beatrice is a hopeless romantic—she’ll probably try to elope with a rogue Slytherin boot if she stays out too long."
Theo stared at you. For a solid ten seconds, the only sound was the distant wailing of the wind outside. He looked down at your bare, pale feet against the cold, dusty stone floor, then back up to your serene face.
"You’re completely mad," he muttered, though the harshness in his voice had entirely melted away, replaced by a defeated sort of fondness. "Your feet are practically blue, beloved."
"They're just absorbing the moonlight—"
Before you could finish your sentence, the candle in your hand tilted as Theo suddenly stepped in and scooped you up. You let out a soft, delighted “Oh!” as your feet left the cold floor, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to steady yourself. The candle flickered precariously but stayed lit.
Theo smelled like old parchment, rain, and the faint, bitter scent of the peppermint toads he always kept in his pockets. He carried you easily, his grip firm and protective, his face carefully schooled into a scowl to mask the faint pink dusting his cheeks.
"Where are we going?" you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder, unbothered by his grumpy demeanor.
"Somewhere that isn't a freezing hallway," Theo grumbled, walking down the corridor toward an empty, moonlit classroom. "You're a hazard to yourself. Do you ever think about the Nargles, or whatever it is your sister goes on about, catching you by the toes?"
"Luna says toes are very resilient," you murmured, blowing out the candle since the moonlight through the tall glass windows was enough. "But thank you, Theo. Your aura is a very warm shade of amber tonight. Like a cozy fireplace."
"My aura is annoyed," he corrected flatly, though he didn't put you down even after entering the classroom. Instead, he sat down on a wide windowsill, keeping you securely on his lap.
With a flick of his wand, his heavy, velvet Slytherin cloak unclasped from his shoulders. Without a word, he wrapped it tightly around your legs and bare feet, tucking you into a warm, green cocoon. His large, warm hands gently rubbed your ankles to bring the circulation back.
"Tell me who took them," Theo demanded, his dark eyes locking onto yours, deadly serious. "I don't care if it was a Gryffindor prank or some idiots from my own house. Give me names."
You smiled, reaching out a hand to trace the tense line of his jaw. "I don't know their names. But they had very muddy thoughts. Don't worry, I told them that Barnaby carries a mild hex that makes the thief's ears grow purple mushrooms. They'll probably return them out of fear."
Theo let out a dry, breathy chuckle, his hand coming up to catch yours, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. "You're ridiculous. But just in case your purple mushroom curse doesn't work..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple. "...I'll tear the castle apart tomorrow until I find them. No one makes my girl walk on cold stone."
You hummed happily, snuggling closer into his chest, completely enveloped in his warmth. "Beatrice will appreciate that. She always said you were a knight in dark armor."
"Shut up and go to sleep, darling," Theo whispered affectionately, his arms tightening around you as he looked out into the night, already planning exactly which common rooms he was going to ransack at dawn.
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The next morning, the Slytherin common room was abnormally quiet. Usually, Friday mornings were filled with the loud grumblings of students dragging themselves to breakfast, but today, everyone was walking on eggshells.
Theodore Nott was sitting by the emerald-lit fireplace, calmly polishing his wand with a silk cloth. He hadn't touched his breakfast. He hadn't spoken a word. But the dark, suffocating aura radiating from his corner was enough to keep even Draco Malfoy from complaining about his hair.
"Alright, who did it?" Theo’s voice cut through the room, smooth, quiet, and terrifying.
Blaise Zabini raised an eyebrow from across the room. "Did what, mate?"
"Someone took something that belongs to my girl," Theo said, finally lifting his dark eyes. They were completely devoid of warmth. "A pair of shoes. Mary Janes. Small. If they aren’t on the table in front of me in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to start casting Diffindo on every single luxury broom kit in this dungeons."
A collective gasp echoed through the room. Two third-year Slytherin girls in the corner suddenly went pale as milk. They whispered frantically to each other before one of them, trembling, stepped forward and placed a neat, brown paper bag on the table.
"W-we didn't mean anything by it, Nott," she stammered, her eyes darting to his wand. "We just found them near the trophy room. We didn't know they were hers."
"You knew," Theo whispered, standing up. He picked up the bag, looking inside to see your missing shoes—Barney and Beatrice—perfectly intact. He threw the girls a look so cold it could have frozen the Black Lake. "If I ever see either of you so much as breathe in her direction again, you’ll find out exactly what kind of curses my father taught me before he went to Azkaban. Get out of my sight."
The girls scrambled out of the common room like frightened Kneazles.
Ten minutes later, the Great Hall was bustling with the usual breakfast chaos. You were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, peacefully spreading pumpkin jam on a piece of toast, entirely unbothered by the fact that you were still wearing mismatched, brightly colored socks instead of shoes. Luna was sitting next to you, pointing at a newspaper article about Umgubular Blatscoots.
"Your left foot looks very poetic today," Luna noted dreamily.
"Thank you, Luna. I think the left sock is enjoying the extra attention," you replied with a bright smile.
Suddenly, the chatter around your section of the table died down. A heavy, familiar shadow fell over you.
You looked up to see Theo standing there. He looked incredibly handsome, his uniform immaculate, though his tie was slightly loosened. Without saying a word to the staring Ravenclaws around you, he knelt down on one knee right on the stone floor next to your bench.
From behind his back, he produced the brown paper bag. He reached inside, gently taking hold of your left foot, and slid the first shoe—Barney—onto your foot.
"He's a bit shaken up," Theo murmured, his voice dropping into that low, private register meant only for you. "But I checked. No dark-phobia trauma. He’s fine."
You let out a soft, delighted laugh, your heart doing a little flip at the sight of this untouchable, cynical Slytherin boy completely humbling himself at your feet. "And Beatrice?"
Theo smiled—a rare, genuine thing that made a few nearby Gryffindor girls choke on their pumpkin juice—as he slipped the second shoe onto your right foot. "Beatrice didn't elope with any rogue boots. She was very well-behaved."
He buckled the straps with practiced gentleness, his thumbs lightly brushing over your ankles before he finally stood up. He reached out, his large hand gently tapping the tip of your nose.
"Keep them on, my dear," Theo muttered affectionately, though he tried to shoot a warning glare at the surrounding students who were whispering. "I don't fancy spending every morning interrogating my housemates."
"You're a very efficient knight, Theo," you beamed, reaching up to snag a piece of bacon from your plate and offering it to him. "Your aura is a beautiful shade of triumphant gold today."
Theo took the bacon with a defeated sigh, rolling his eyes but keeping his hand securely intertwined with yours for a brief, heavy squeeze before he had to walk away. "Just eat your toast, you lunatic. I’ll see you after Potions."
warnings: draco getting abused by kids, pure fluff obv, ooc probably sorry for that, mattheo being told to x _ x , not proof read
• kids yanking on Draco’s head back n forth to get his attention
• kids begging them for icecream because they know they’re rich
• getting makeovers from the kids
• one kid that wont leave Blaise’s side no matter what because they think he’s their uncle
• Theo teaching the kids how to pronounce words but they develop somewhat of an italian accent after
• Pansy having to be the “mean one” because the boys let the kids do too much
• Adrian teaching the kids how to do a cartwheel
• Terence having to always find the things the kids lose (he was a seeker)
• Daphne is an expert hair braider
• Enzo being forced to play prince whenever they play castle
• Lucian cooking and making all the snacks
• Mattheo cursing infront of the kids and then having to tell them they arent allowed to repeat a word he said
• them teaching the kids how to play quidditch
• you teaching the kids how to use puppy dogs eyes to get what they want from the boys
• the kids coloring in the boys tattoos
• it becoming a habit for all the kids to blame Draco whenever they fart
• Theo trying to get the babies to eat their food by showing them its not too bad only for the second the spoon gets in his mouth he realizes his mistake ( he did have to run to the trash can)
• Blaise falling asleep during naptime eachtime
• Enzo buying the kids a ton of candy on halloween only for it to become a disaster when they all get sugar highs
• Pansy teaching the kids how to draw but Mattheo keeps insulting all of her work and taking over the class
• Terence being really good at impressions and making the kids toys/stuffies speak to them which the kids love
• Lucian being crawled on top of like theres no tomorrow
• Adrian loves to take pictures of the cute weird things the kids do
• Daphne constantly buying cute furniture for the place cuz she cant help her shopping/thrifting habits
• kids telling you “you have cooties” for a whole week because they saw you kiss Theo once
• you always having cute nails done
• Mattheo giving kids golden stars secretly if they bring him things he needs
• Enzo bringing his childhood stuffed animal for show n tell, one of the kids steals it. He spends the whole entire day trying to get it back only to fail, which he later has to explain to the parent that their child stole his stuffy and he desperately needs it back.
• Blaise loves playing kitchen because he gets to act like Gordon Ramsay with the kids (without all the cursing)
• Theo wears a new cartoon character on his shirt everyday of the week
• on valentines day the whole group wore matching outfits(you, pansy, and daphne begged them) the kids were sad that you guys didn’t tell them because they wanted to match with you all. now every two weeks, you have a matching day where you guys and the kids can match
• Draco being bullied for his sneeze by the kids because one time Pansy said he sounded weird when he did
• Lucian getting jumped scared by the kids because they just pop out of no where
• Terence getting pelted with balls one time because he called Daphne ugly as a joke (the kids weren’t happy)
• Blaise always bringing popsicles for himself but whenever he goes to the fridge to get one they are all gone
• Mattheo getting the kids names mixed up
• Theo playing the guitar for the kids
• Adrain being force fed snacks by the kids because he cant say no to them
• you being in charge of the music
• Enzo having to slow motion run when he plays tag with the kids because their little legs can barely get them anywhere and he wants them to feel like they’re doing good
• Draco being the designated swing pusher out on the playground
• Theo jumping into your arms when the kids tried to put a bug they found on him
• Mattheo nearly get into a fight with one of the kids when they told him kys (they learned from their older sibling)
• you and Mattheo getting into fights about who the kids like more (they like you more except one kid who thinks mattheo is darth vader)
• Enzo and you being the ones to close for the week but when the others come back the next morning they find you two asleep on the ground with a deck of cards in between you (you two were never allowed to close after that)
• you and Blaise spending all day decorating the walls for Christmas only for one of the kids to tell you two it was really ugly(they were in a bad mood) it made you both very sad. He ended up hiding in a corner, scrolling on his phone while mumbling rude thoughts. While you went into the arms of Theo for the rest of the day.
• Pansy slapping your ass out of habit, one of the kids saw and started to try and do the same to his friends. Lets say it was a rough day for everyone.
• Draco kept receiving apology gifts for all he has suffered which he accepted very confusedly. (you had started a craft project for the kids to make apology gifts for him because you knew he had a bad day the previous day.)
• Terence and you being called ken and barbie for a whole month after one of the kids made a joke. Theo was not happy about it. (note: this does not imply the reader is blonde, its for diff reason)
• you and Adrian breaking the number one rule of daycare, playing hide and seek. you ended up losing a kid and you two found the kid in a storage closet. it had been all day she had been hiding. you two chose to never mention it to the others so you wouldn’t get fired.
• Lucian giving you piggy back rides all around the place because he was tired about hearing you complain about your feet hurting
• Daphne and you wearing matching makeup. It first started off as you guys just happening to pick the same colors till eventually you just ended up sharing what you were gonna do.
• Theo loving you the way Hal loves Lois(yes this is a mitm reference) you two weren’t dating at the beginning of you guys being hired but after two years of him pining and a lot of encouragement he asked you out.
a/n: i actually really liked this lmk if you did! if you dont know lucian terence adrain just search em up on tiktok or something. dont know much about them but im a sucker for a background character. let me know if you want more tho i can’t guarantee. also might just maybe write little blurbs based off these.
summary: your boyfriend dean comes over and is forced to play with your lps, luckily hes not new to the concept of having fun.(side note: lps stands for littlest pet shop they are cute toys) this takes place during the canon time however the lps looks like 2000s version
warnings: complete fluff, mentions of mattheo riddle, def will be some mistakes, kinda boring, havent written in awhile and im not necessarily a consistent writer either so bare with me
word count: 1.5k
Rushing to the door upon hearing the doorbell ring every Wednesday had become a common occurrence. Knocking things over clumsily as your socks slid against the wooden flooring of your house had, unfortunately for your parents, also become a weekly activity. It was the summer which already had its perks, but of course it being the first summer Dean Thomas was your boyfriend was the cherry on top. You were extremely ecstatic to see him, seeing as you had found a brand new thing to obsess over. That being a new toy that had just come out named Littlest Pet Shop.
You swiftly opened the door, seeing your charming boyfriend standing with his backpack hanging over his shoulder filled with extra clothing, hygiene products, and random stuff of his own.
“That was awfully quick. I've got to say, it almost seems like you were waiting at the door for me.” Dean gave you a grin.
“Waiting at the door? No, but I do happen to have an extra boost of speed when you come over.”
“Yeah?” he said, giving you a knowing smirk. He knew more than anyone just what a simple word could do to you, making you weak in the knees. You twirled around, leading him to your bedroom but also hiding the growing smile he had caused. You had been together nearly more than half the year, but you still got nervous and giddy around him.
Unopened boxes lay across the carpeted floor of your colorful bedroom. You had held back your excitement in order to share the moment of opening something new with your boyfriend.
“So I've got something for us to open.” you dragged him down to the ground, sitting crisscross.
It was no surprise to Dean that you had found a new toy to like. When first meeting you in charms class he overheard you talking to your friends about little figurines you had back at home. Once he knew you better, he had come to find out that you were a collector of many trinkets. He admired your passion to enjoy what you loved without reason. Having his own interest in action figures which hardly anyone knew besides Neville and Seamus. He just couldn’t help himself when he saw a figure of his favorite comic book character. That being said, he always was astonished by the many decorated shelves of your kickknacks. He seemed to find something new every time he had seen them.
He turned to look at you, with adoration painted across his face. “Let's do it, but first, look what I got.”
Dean unzipped his backpack, pulling out a spiderman action figure. It was the most recent design that was limited edition. He had scrambled to the stores just to find it before it went out of stock. It may have cost him a shit ton of money, but he couldn’t care less. Your jaw dropped when seeing it as you knew this was all he had been talking about for the past week.
“I can't believe you were actually able to get it.”
“As if I could lose to the 11 year olds who didn’t even notice the difference between the old one and the remodel.” the two of you laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.
Dean scooted over towards you, closing the space as you both unboxed the lps. A cd was playing a mixtape of the two of yours favorite songs, sending soft waves of sound into the serene atmosphere. The birds chirped outside the window, Dean noticing the way you ripped the boxes apart recklessly, excited to see which one you had gotten out of the many possibilities. He then looked down to see his carefully opened packages.
It was always the small details that got him lost in thought. He had always believed that the two of you balanced each other out. When he was somewhat dismissive you were overly concerned towards the subject. When you were carefree, he was overthinking everything.
Where he would sit back and watch nervously and regretfully, you would stand up and fight for what you believed in. Where he would take small bites of his cookie to savor it, your bites would consume nearly the whole entire sweet. When he would listen to his music quietly as just background so he could still hear what was around him, you would blast yours being fully consumed by the melodies and lyricism of the artist. Though you always seemed to be on slightly different wavelengths, you still met in the middle.
He couldn't help but think of how perfect you felt for him. He admired the beauty of not only you but of the bond you two shared. So, whenever he noticed the small ways you two were opposites, he believed it meant something more. You were on the other side of the balance scale, weighing just as much as he did in all the right ways. Making his life feel easy.
Once the two of you were done, you set the tiny figures into the miniature dollhouse you decorated.
“Well shall we get to playing?” you spoke as you switched the cd out to play some oldies.
His gaze rested on your figure before he blinked back into reality, “Play? I thought we were just opening them.”
“What? You think I'm just opening them just to have? No! Come on, you can add your spidey into it too. I promise it'll be fun.”
“Fine, but can we get a snack first please. I think I deserve a reward for cramping my hands opening your little animals.” he said with hints of truth because he really did have an ache in his hand.
You sat closely on the dining room stools, watching your mom make cookies. Your head rested against his shoulder, his grip on your hand had been light but unmoving. He loved gently tracing the creases on your fingers and the way his hand had always been slightly bigger than yours. It made him feel like your protector, though he knew deep down you had always been his. Not necessarily physically, but he always felt at peace emotionally when you had been with him.
You raised your head and pressed your lips to his cheek. He turned his head in your direction, corners of his lips curving. He placed one on your nose, then angled his mouth towards yours, smiling into the kiss.
“You know, preferably I'd want you to do that in your room,” your mom spoke with a playful smirk on.
The two of you pulled away awkwardly, so in the moment you had forgotten she was right in front of you on the other side of the kitchen island.
“Right, sorry,” he said, embarrassed by the situation.
“No need,” your mom said before sliding a plate of cookies towards the two of you.
“Don’t eat them too fast,” she spoke in a motherly tone as the two of you headed back towards your room with the plate.
Once you and Dean had a few cookies, you placed the plate aside and focused on the task at hand. Making a plot for your future entertainment. What you had discussed so far was the new cat figure you got being a robber who also happened to be Spiderman's best friend. He had to decide what to do with his criminal friend. The cat had to decide whether to take the side of spidey or to follow through with his villain boss’ wishes who was a snake.
You suggested the snake’s name be mattheo, referring to Mattheo Riddle, your classmate you were convinced was evil. Mainly because he 100% stole your green turtle shaped stone in your first year, you didn't care much for it, but you were bothered by his theft. You would have given in to him if he just asked, but he didn’t. Dean begged for you to allow him to play the cat, which you of course let him.
Glancing up at each other in the dimlit room you painted his cute dimples as he painted his favorite feature of yours. Deciding to paint each other while you watched a movie was just another thing you did to pass time. One of your friends had owled you, telling you all about how her and her girlfriend had painted each other which ended in a disaster. You offered the idea to Dean to which he accepted it.
“This isn't too bad actually, I'm pretty proud of this.” his thin-tipped brush stroked the canvas as he added the highlights of your faces.
“If you turn that around and I see a troll, I will throw this pillow at you.”
“Hey, nothing’s wrong with looking like a trol—OW! I haven't even showed it to you yet.”
“You didn't have to.” you said glaring at him, yet there was a glint of something in your eyes saying you were enjoying yourself.
“Today was good.” you two laid on your bed, cuddled underneath the warm blankets. His arm snuck around your body, as he pulled you in tighter.
a/n: this actually pissed me off reading this so imma pretend i didnt and lets all act like i didnt write this. anyways i feel like dean doesn’t get enough love and thats fr my man so i had to do something for him. id you do end up liking this let me know tho so i dont feel like i fr just created shit from ass . i think i mainly just hated it cuz its so vanilla but hey sometimes thats what you need
୨ ❝ LESSON OF THE DAY : KEEP RAGEBAITING YOUR HEARTS OUT. ❞ ๑ slytherin boys x f!reader (xvarious)
๑ summary : just ragebaiting the Slytherin boys to the fullest. Mostly sabotaging their games, of course. ➜ fluff , smau hp masterlist ୨୧ # cursing, crackfic, reader bullying the Slytherin boys(not in a bad way, of course!), the Weasley twins and harry supporting reader, etc (potentially a series)
๑ ❝ slyther-ing my way to your bed ❞ gang includes ; draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, and lorenzo berkshire
Aaaaaaa idk if I'm gonna do multiple characters smau todayyyy , im very blind nd idk if made a mistake so do tell me😢😢💔
