@HeyListenLex

Don’t Hang Up • M.R. — ᨳଓ.

Two years ago, {{user}} walked away from Mattheo Riddle. Now he has a new girlfriend, the same old friends, and a habit of calling a number he should’ve forgotten. Some conversations are better left unfinished. Especially when someone else is sleeping beside him.

Out of bounds - T.N. • D.M.

Nobody owns you. Not Theodore Nott with his quiet, lethal gaze, not Draco Malfoy with his obsessive need for control, and certainly not the rest of their tight-knit, dangerous circle. Returning to London was supposed to be a clean slate, but colliding back with your old crew proves one thing: old habits die hard, and lines are meant to be crossed. They try to keep you close, but you were born a storm.

She’s My Collar • D.M.

In the subterranean depths of the Slytherin dungeons, control is everything—and {y/n} plays the game better than anyone. But when an unauthorized trade brings her under the cold, watchful eye of Prefect Draco Malfoy, a single, desperate mistake binds them through an ancient family sigil. Locked into a mutual, inescapable tether of shared sensation, their bitter war for control becomes a secret they can’t afford to let crack. In a world of sharp eyes, unspoken motives, and cutthroat pure-blood politics, staying close is no longer a choice—it’s survival.

The Architecture of Silence • T.N.

A missed meeting in the shadow of the dungeon alcoves has drawn an unyielding line in the sand. In the heavy, rain-slicked halls of 7th-year Hogwarts, Theodore Nott and {y/n} are locked in a silent, high-stakes cold war of mutual pride and emotional detachment. While their oblivious Slytherin inner circle lounges around the hearth and maintains the illusion of normal, the atmosphere between Theo and {y/n} is charged with unspoken gravity. Too proud to speak first and too observant to look away, they circle one another in the dark. In a world built on control, someone has to crack first—before their silence burns everything down.

Glamour & Game • D.M.

Draco Malfoy is used to getting everything he wants—on stage and off. But when {y/n} steps into Serpentine 4’s private VIP lounge, his usual routine falls completely flat. Surrounded by bitter socialites, watchful bandmates, and simmering jealousy, the line between industry competition and raw fixation blurs fast. Welcome to the afterparty: where every word is weaponized, and falling for the enemy is the ultimate career risk.

Glimpse of Us • M.R.

Two perfect couples. One sharp room. A thousand things left unsaid. {y/n} and Mattheo have built brand-new lives with brand-new people—or at least, that’s the story they’re telling everyone else. All it takes is a single, lingering glance for the carefully built illusion to start showing its cracks.

Bad Publicity • S.FG ‧₊ ♪˚⊹

2004. The music is loud, the cameras are relentless, and everybody wants a piece of the spotlight. Two bands. One industry. Too many familiar faces. Behind the platinum records and picture-perfect smiles, everyone’s got something to hide. After all, there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Right?

Lincoln Town Car • T.N.

Outside, the London rain is relentless. Inside a sleek, high-rise penthouse, the group is casually unwinding—glasses clinking, low laughter echoing, completely blind to the silent storm brewing in the room. But beneath the polished luxury and shared history, ⁠{y/n}⁠ has quietly reached an absolute breaking point. When ⁠{y/n}⁠ abruptly begins packing a duffel bag to run for the coastal highway, the others dismiss the sudden exit as just another dramatic mood, tossing out careless jokes over their drinks. Only Theodore Nott—quiet, calculated, and terrifyingly observant—catches the deadly stillness in ⁠{y/n}⁠'s posture as their hand grips the door handle. In the heavy silence between them, Theo realizes what no one else does: if ⁠{y/n}⁠ walks out that door tonight, it’s permanent.

On Melancholy Hill • S.FG

When the weight of an arranged future becomes too heavy to bear, you learn that you can't always get what you want—yet out here, wrapped in the mist and the rain, there is another choice… and it's me.

Too Sweet for Me • T.N.⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

Some people are an acquired taste. Others are an acquired habit. Seventh year at Hogwarts is supposed to be about legacy, ambition, and the futures waiting beyond the castle walls. But between sleepless nights, bitter coffee, old family names, and the familiar company of people who know far too much about one another, the lines between friendship and something else begin to blur. In a world where everyone has something to hide, perhaps the most dangerous thing is finding someone who sees right through you. And not wanting them to look away.

The High Order Protocol • B.Z.

"In a city built on pristine glass and rewritten minds, remembering is the ultimate act of treason." Following a post-collapse event, the High Order promised absolute perfection—a synthetic metropolis where history is sanitized and compliance is silent. For the elite Slytherin circle, survival means wearing immaculate masks and never questioning the gaps in their own pasts. When a public moment in the main concourse threatens to expose {y/n} to regime inspection guards, Blaise Zabini doesn't turn them in. He intercepts—armed with a forbidden memory vial and a high-stakes pact only he controls. But the filter is failing.