oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

T.N. | Shotgun Kisses

i cockblocked you guys so bad in this one im sorry 😭😭😭 ya girl is being careful 😖

also this was requested by somebody in the first vers of this book, but idr their user, SO SORRY POOKIE IF YOU REQUESTED THIS!!!!!!

hhhh shotgun kisses? title kinda explains it all

could lowkey lead into nsfw but im avoiding that shit like it killed my grandma

also i busted while writing these first three paragraphs. is a writing orgasm a thing? if so, that was my orgasm. SHIT HIT SO GOOD WHEN I REREAD IT

Rain pitter-patters against the many glass panes lining the hall, and your footsteps ring out in accompaniment to the drumming beats. The air is slightly chilly, damp feeling, as if the never ending rain from today has finally soaked into the castle, weighing the air down. Candle light flickers, drawing long, yellowed strokes on the cobbled wall, and there's an echo of ghostly laughter from a few corridors away.

March is right around the corner, and seniors are starting to feel the exam crunch, with parties coming to an unusual standstill, crowds thinning on the dance floor only to ebb and flow into a thickened mob of silence in the library. The scratches of quills, pens and turning of pages seems to be the only things heard in the common rooms after nine, save for the snaps of prefects telling the juniors to shut the hell up and leave the revising students at peace.

In all of this stress, Theo has been working himself thin over subjects, the bags under his eyes growing the more nights he spends sleepless at the fire, straining to read just that little bit more about Transfiguration. He's always tense these days, save for his smoking breaks with Mattheo, and a few first years have suffered his wrath; you're sure there may be a few eleven year old shaped dents in the walls around the castle.

In all fairness, it's kind of funny to watch the little kids sprawl when Theo has had enough of their slow pace.

Alas, you haven't seen him since the last study period, which he had even spent away from you (as much as he could at the same table at least), huddled at the corner of his desk with books piled high around like a makeshift defence against conversation.

His shoulders were way too tensed and eyebrows way too furrowed for him to be enjoying the Rune work he was going over. Now he's disappeared, and you're determined to find him, just so that you can convince him that a break will do him good.

Where would a stressed, anxious Theo go? That's right. The astronomy tower.

For somebody who hates the subjects of Astronomy and Divination with a living passion, Theo spends a lot of time up there, even if it's just to smoke.

You finally make it to the steps, and walk up the spiralling steps, fingers trailing along the stepping cracks in the stone. You step out onto the floor just beneath the large open air balcony above, and then climb up the spindly stairs to the absolute summit of the tower.

The rain is falling softly from all sides, the kind that doesn't freeze you to the bone and caresses you as it slowly soaks your clothes. The wind is chilly, and you wrap your arms tighter around yourself as you glance around the top of the tower.

And there, in the corner, your giant of a boyfriend is stood, elbows braced on the railing as the raindrops seem to slide off an invisible barrier around his body.