oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

F.M. | boys + glasses

so apparently i don't have that many angst and fluff oneshots????? bitch maybe wattpad was right??????? i was mostly cruising on smut, and thats a no go for me!!!!!! were gonna whip out a lot more fluff and angst so that the smut is OVERPOWERED like i cannot believe that i have more smut than angst

MORE SMUT THAN ANGST??? ME?????? FOUL!!!

anygays!!!!

lowkey forbidden love, rivals to lovers kinda, sneaking aroond

This isn't really your thing.

Secret relationships and sneaking around.

You're loud. You're unapologetic.

So to hide him from everyone isn't something you're used to, especially when he's the first to make you feel like this.

"Failed." McGonagall smacks the test down on your desk, and you take in the large 'T' written in red at the top of your page. "You better start revising now, Miss Y/L/N, or you won't get your NEWTs qualification."

You sigh, and scrunch up the parchment as she walks further on down the class, frustration on your face. You don't usually care about grades. Not at all. You get what you're supposed to get, and you don't particularly care if you do good.

Well, at least, that's what you used to think.

He changed that. Felix changed that.

"Nerd with a staring problem at ten o'clock." Tracey whispers from next to you, and your gaze flickers up, meeting with his from across the class.

Felix's glasses are rested low on his nose, and yet the lenses still shield you from the full weight of his eyes as he takes in your features.

The intelligent brown trails down your front, landing on the parchment crumpled in your grip. He lifts his eyebrows, and then looks back up at you, the question clear in his face.

You let out a silent huff, and shake your head once, incinerating the failed test with the snap of your fingers.

"Ten points off Slytherin, Miss Y/L/N." McGonagall's voice comes from the back of class. "No matter how frustrating you find your results, that was in fact school property."

"I don't care." You mumble, gaze stuck on Felix, as if you're challenging him and the most likely textbook perfect test laying in front of him.

"Got a staring problem?" Tracey challenges loudly from next to you, glaring at Felix. "Stop staring at her, Mały."

"Another of my sister's darling friends?" Is all he says, a smirk slipping onto his lips. "You're all so polite and nice."

"Shut up." You snap at him, and your gut twists as his gaze flicks to yours again, lips tipping down. His face falls just a tiny bit, and you force yourself to not say anything out loud.

Damn him and his stupid puppy eyes. It's what got you in this mess in the first place.

And his smile, and his kind words, and his wit, and his humour—