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hiii <33

first i want to say that i absolutely ADORE your page on here, your writing is just wow, perfection!! i really liked your sirius story (even tho i strayed off a bit and started liking rabastan too ahahahah-) it's amazing omg

and i was wondering would you be up for writing for barty? anything with him honestly lol, but if you don't have any ideas feel free to ignore this!

SAY LESSSSSSS (I've been dying for someone to request Barty or rosekiller pls send all the requests). Also! so glad you enjoyed that fic! (I played myself and kinda fell for Rab too 😬)

I Wanna Be Yours | BCJ

feat. Barty Crouch Jr. x blackcat!reader

SUMMARY: Barty is determined to win your affection, but due to his larger-than-life personality and your aloof nature, you find it difficult to trust his intentions.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, pov switches once, a little angst and a little fluff, blackcat!reader, artist!Barty, only soft for each other, mentions of drinking and drug use, strong language, sort of insecure!reader, Barty is a giant simp

AN: i'm having my scene music renaissance, and something about that era is so Barty-coded. I have a few other songs that suit him in my mind, but I'd love to hear any ideas you guys might have!

masterlist | more blackcat!reader

“Honestly, I don't know what Slughorn’s problem is. If I want to make a love potion that makes Xeno hard for four days, I can—”

“Four days and I would die of deprivation,” Xenophilius chuckled, his arm draped over Pandora's shoulders.

“Sure, but what a way to go.”

You walked beside them, half-listening to their sugar-dipped conversation, equal parts disgusted and deeply jealous. You'd never admit it, but you so badly wanted what your best friend had. Devotion, affection, complete and total acceptance. But you walked through life like a spring-loaded trap, biting the fingers off anyone that dared come close.

“Should we grab dinner before heading to the library? I'm starved,” Pandora said, turning her attention to you.

“Sure, it's probably quiet this early anyways—”

“Going to dinner, are we?” Evan bound up between Xeno and Pandora, throwing his arms over their shoulders. “I'm fucking ravenous.”

Two arms looped around your waist, hauling you back into a solid chest. The familiar scent of clove cigarettes and paint enveloped you, as if you needed any clues to know exactly who had the audacity to handle you so boldy.

“As am I,” Barty purred against the shell of your ear.

You wriggled in his hold, slapping at his forearms until he released you. “Not in the mood, Junior,” you warned, ignoring the way your stomach flipped when you met his dark eyes, eyeliner smudged along his lashes.

“Aw, don't be cross, gorgeous. You looked like you needed a hug,” he teased, falling into step between you and Pandora, slowing his natural gait considerably. He snatched your books from your arms, ignoring your protest and cradling them against his chest. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a Slytherin vest, his tie loose and sleeves pushed up, hand-poked tattoos sprawling and dark against his forearms.

“I'm fairly certain she needs a hug as much as she needs your dumbass in her space,” Pandora said, rolling her eyes. “Which is not at all.”

“Oh, she needs me.” Barty grinned. “She just doesn't know it yet.”

“Give it a rest, Crouch,” Xeno cut in. “Keep pushing her and you'll end up on the bottom of the Black Lake.”

“Oh, how exciting! How will you do it, treasure? Stabbing? Maiming? Choking? Oh Merlin’s fuck, please say choking—”

“Maiming sounds about right,” you bit, attempting to get your books back, but he was far too tall, holding them way above your head. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of jumping for it, and crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“You can maim me whenever you like,” he said, a cheeky smirk on his stupid, handsome face. “Will you do it now if I ask nicely?”

You ignored him, looking forward again.

Barty Crouch Jr. loved nothing more than fucking with you, finding the gaps in your armor and trying to pry them open. But no matter how attractive you found him, because saints was he attractive, or how endearing he could be in the in-between moments, you refused to play his game.

You would not be made a fool of, not like every other person he set his sights on and got bored with a week later.

“So are we eating or what?” Evan asked, walking backwards at the front of the group. Any student unfortunate enough to be in his path quickly scurried out of it, cowed by the Slytherin's reputation for retaliation.

You watched them shrink away from Barty too, who clearly got some sick sense of pleasure from it. He even bared his teeth at a Gryffindor that veered to close to you, flipping your bodies around so he was on the outside and you were next to Pandora again.

“I'm actually going to head back to the dorm,” you said, slowing so you fell out of line with them. “See you later?” You said to Pandora, who gave you a tight frown.

“Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head like an avian.

“Yeah, you guys enjoy,” you said, pretending you didn't see the disappointment flash across Barty’s face as you turned on your heel, letting the opposite flow of students sweep you up and away from your friends.

The truth was, Barty scared the shit out of you. He was everything you weren't: outgoing, bold, rebellious, and just charming enough to get himself out of whatever mess he and Evan made. And for whatever reason, he was obsessed with pushing your buttons. And he did, with infuriating efficiency.

Pandora insisted it was all in good fun, that he was harmless, but you knew better. You saw the way he manipulated others to get what he wanted, the way he masked his calculation with charisma.

Barty Crouch Jr. was far from harmless, and even if he had his friends fooled, he would not fool you.

Barty's POV

Barty watched your head bob away through the crowded corridor, your books still heavy in his arms and guilt gnawing a hole in his chest.

Why couldn't he just fucking control himself? He felt like a noxious ball of energy, filling whatever available space he could, unable to contain his own impulses, a slave to his own existence.

He just wanted you so badly. You occupied every part of his mind, owned every thump of his wretched, ruined heart. He was irrevocably, intrinsically yours, but you couldn't stand him, and it was largely his own damn fault.

Because he was broken. Couldn't hold a normal conversation. Couldn't flirt in a way that wasn't deeply vulnerable, or obscene and intense. For Merlin’s sake, he'd begged you to choke him just now.

You were a fix he couldn't get, so he was suffering withdrawals from a drug he never had. He was going mad with it, the desperation for your attention. He would do anything to hear you say his name, to occupy an ounce of space in that beautiful brain, even if meant looking like an idiot. Like a psycho.

It was worth it just to have you look.

After dinner, the four of them returned to the Slytherin common room, Barty still carrying your books with a wrapped bundle on top. Every step towards your shared dorm with Pandora made his heart beat faster, a nervous sweat collecting along his spine.

Nothing made him nervous like you did.

Barty walked into the room last, his eyes immediately drifting towards your bed even though he tried to resist. You were curled up against a pile of pillows, surrounded by parchment and open books, your quill scribbling furiously across the page in your lap.

You glanced up when they entered, meeting his eyes for a split second, low-lidded and disinterested, per usual, and turned your attention back to your work.

The dismissal itched like a bug under his skin, his blood going hot and tingly. He needed you to look at him again.

He set your books on your desk and kicked off his shoes, flopping onto your bed before he really thought about it. It was softer than his, covered with quilts and pillows, and he noticed a little stuffed cat tucked away under your covers. He could smell you all around him, so sweet and warm, and whatever rationality he had left dissolved into goo.

“Who invited you?” You snapped, shoving at his shoulder with little success. A swell of affection at your pitiful attempt made his heart beat quicken, you were just so fucking cute.

He set the paper bundle on your chest. “Thought you might be hungry, sweetness,” he said, hugging one of your pillows to his chest.

Merlin, you were so beautiful when you glared at him like that. He filed the image away for later, mentally sifting through his paint collection for the perfect shade to match your pout.

You looked a bit perplexed at the package, almost angry, and his anxiety returned, fighting through the haze caused by your proximity. “You brought me food?”

He nodded, biting back ‘and dessert too’. He wanted you to actually eat the food, not throw it at his head.

Hesitantly, you unfolded the bundle, as if he'd given you something rotten, or was pulling a prank. It made his lungs squeeze with guilt. He was shitty to a lot of people, most people. But not to you, never you.

Your brow softened with relief when you realized it was just a sandwich, before quickly furrowing again. He wanted to smooth it with his lips, kiss you until it never creased with worry again.

“I'm not hungry,” you said, setting the bag on the side table. A twinge of hurt stabbed between his ribs, but didn't let his smile falter. He knew that's what you would say. And he also knew you would eat it later, when no one was around to see you accept a small gesture of kindness.

That was good enough for him.

You slid out of your bed, leaving his side cold, and he stretched out against your sheets, wallowing in your residual warmth like a niffler in a pile of gold.

The others chatted around you, Xeno lighting up a joint by the cracked window, but you sat down at your desk, turning back to your work and tuning them out.

Barty sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed so he could pretend he was wrapped in you body instead of your sheets, his nose buried into your hair instead of your pillow.

Reader's POV

You and Pandora walked arm in arm into the library, chatting about the idiots in your Transfiguration class. You were headed to your usual spot at the back of library, a collection of over stuffed chairs by a stained glass window overlooking the Forbidden Forest, and stopped short when you saw Regulus, Evan, and Barty already there.

Barty was reclined in the window, his long legs propped up against the other side, a sketchbook in his lap, quill between his teeth.

“Excuse the hell out of me,” Pandora said, startling them all from their abnormal quiet.

Barty's head snapped up, his eyes immediately landing on you, and he about fell out of the window.

“What? Like you own this table?” Evan drawled, not looking up from his book,his expensive loafers propped up on the table.

“Yes,” Pandora shot back, dropping down beside him and pulling out her books with clear agitation. "So if you're staying, keep your mouth shut."

Evan mimed zipping his lips and crossed his heart. Barty just turned back to his sketchbook instead of sauntering over to you with some cheeky quip on his tongue.

A prickle of uncertainty climbed your neck. Perhaps you really had upset him about that sandwich. You wish you hadn't said you were hungry as soon as it came out of your mouth, but you were too proud to apologize. You were so stunned by the gesture, so overwhelmed by his body pressed against you, his warmth mixing with yours, that you clammed up. Shut him down.

But even now, you couldn't bring yourself to approach him and apologize. Thank him. So, you sat down beside Regulus, the only other member of the group you found tolerable most of the time, and he greeted you with a dip of his chin.

You pulled out your work, determined to pretend Barty wasn't there at all.

Of course, you failed. Your eye kept wandering back to him, his sharp jaw silhouetted by the light, his pierced brow furrowed in concentration as his hand moved across the page, silver rings adorning ink stained fingers. He was dressed down today, jeans and Slytherin sweater, the collar of his shirt underneath it crooked.

After an hour or so of quiet, he dozed off, his head lolled against the window, quill dangling loosely in his fingers. Barty did that a lot, slept in unusual places at unusual times when the quiet dragged on a little too long. Evan mentioned once that Barty struggled to sleep at night, insomnia or something, and even the draughts Madam Pomfry made him only worked sometimes.

Unable to quell your curiosity, you got up to retrieve another book, brushing past him and sparing a glance down at his sketchbook. Your own face stared back at you, framed with rough sketches of your hands, your eyes, the bow of your lips.

Your heart gave a painful lurch, a burst of affection making your bones soften, and you nearly stumbled over the carpet, catching yourself on the bookshelf at the last second.

You hurried down another row, praying none of your friends saw you, and braced yourself against the shelf.

Did Barty like you? Like, actually like you? You couldn't fathom it. It didn't make sense. You weren't kind to him, or outgoing, or special. He was all of those things and more, the most fascinating, maddening, all-consuming person you'd ever met in your life.

Surely, he didn't see all of those things in you? But why would he draw you if he didn't see something of interest? Something he liked?

Fuck, you couldn't breathe in this stuffy library. You needed air.

You steeled yourself and walked back to the table, collecting your things.

“Something wrong, y/n?” Regulus asked, always too perceptive, and Barty stirred, picking his head up from the wall to peer at you through drowsy eyes.

“Nothing, I—”

Barty slid off the window and you lost your train of thought, heat scorching your cheeks. “Rushing off to hang out with your more interesting friends?” Barty asked, his voice a little gruff from his brief nap.

“More interesting friends? Not at Hogwarts,” Evan chuckled. “We're as interesting as it gets.”

“If you're bored, babygirl, all you had to was say so,” Barty hummed, striding up to you.

You placed a hand on his sternum to stop him from coming any closer, ignoring the flare of heat that accompanied the contact. “You were asleep five seconds ago,” you argued.

“Asleep and dreaming of all the ways I could keep you entertained.” He grinned, wicked and sharp, and the simmering heat spread to your lower belly, your heart beating fast.

“What are you, a fucking court jester?” You bit, unable to stop your arm bending as he pushed closer, the smell of ink and his cologne making your mouth water.

“I'm whatever you want me to be,” he flirted, and Regulus and Pandora groaned in unison.

“Will you leave her the fuck alone?” Regulus snapped, tugging Barty back by a belt loop. “She's not interested in your act, Junior.”

“Act?” Barty quirked a brow. “I’m dead serious.”

“Don't talk about his brother that way!” Evan shouted, far too excited to make the over-used joke once again, and you rolled your eyes. Apparently, the rare quiet time had come to an end.

“I don't give a fuck about his brother!”

“I don't give a fuck about you!”

“Oh, so you're a bitch and a liar?”

“I'm not a bitch, you cunt!”

“I'll see you guys at the party later,” you said, using their bickering as your window of escape. You all but fled the library, desperate for some fresh air and clarity.

If Barty sincerely liked you…did that change anything? Was there a way to know for sure how he felt? You didn't even know how you felt, not really. You'd never let yourself really consider it for fear of inevitable disappointment.

Sure, you found him attractive, everyone did. And yes, despite yourself you thought he was funny and sweet, in his own, odd way. And he was especially sweet to you. He never brought your other friends food, or waited for them after class, or snuggled in their beds. Well, besides Evan.

He didn't really touch anyone else either. But if you were close enough, as he often ensured you were, he was touching you whenever he could. Knocked together knees in the Great Hall, leaning on you during class no matter how many times you shoved him off, throwing his arms over your shoulder when it was cold, wrapping his pinky around yours in a particularly crowded hall.

Yes, his words were often obnoxious and bordering on insane, but his actions…his actions were sincere, thoughtful, almost tender.

Was that the real Barty?

Maybe you had been fooled just like everyone else into thinking he was nothing more than a joker, a rowdy troublemaker, when the reality was so much deeper.

Had you been all wrong about him?

By the time you and Pandora left your dorm room to join the party, the common room was a madhouse. Green lights flashed in time with the thumping bass, bodies dancing and mingling in every available spot on the dancefloor, a haze of smoke and glitter over their heads.

You were wearing a black mini dress and heels, held together by string and a prayer. Your hair hung in loose waves down your back, your eyeliner sharp and lips painted. You knew you looked good, lethal in the best way, but all you could think about was Barty's reaction.

Would he like it? Hate it? Or even worse, not even notice?

Together, you and Pandora moved through the crowd towards your friends usual place at the far side of the common room.

Of course, you spotted Barty first. He was leaning against the bar, dressed in all black, tailored trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Apparently he ditched his actual shirt before you arrived in favor of displaying his countless tattoos, most of them done by his own hand. His hair was dark with pomade and pushed off of his face, glitter clinging to the sweat along his lean chest and shoulders.

He looked like a wet fucking dream.

Xeno let out a low whistle when you and Pandora stepped out from the crowd, drawing Barty's attention from Evan and Dorcas.

His jaw dropped instantly and with a dramatic flourish, he pretended to faint into Evan's arms, clutching at his heart. Despite yourself, you giggled, and Pandora shot you a surprised look through a gap in her boyfriends embrace.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Barty gasped, sliding out of Evan's arms and onto his knees. “Look at—baby, look at you!”

You flushed under the attention, your blood heating as it raced through your veins, but you just rolled your eyes at him, a new confidence blooming in your chest. He loved it.

You strode over to the bar, closing his mouth with a finger, and leaned against the counter. “Firewhisky?” You asked the student bartending, and they stared back at you, dumbstruck, before rushing to collect your drink.

Barty leaned against your legs, his cheek against your thigh. “What are you doing to me?” He whined up at you, feeding into your surge of confidence.

You pushed his head away, tugging at the roots of his hair before releasing him, and he groaned, a low, panty-melting sound. “I'm not doing anything. You're just insufferable,” you chastised, accepting your drink.

“And you're beautiful,” he said, sounding almost reverent, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Fuck off and drool on someone else, yeah?” You snapped, overwhelmed by his candor, even though it was exactly what you thought you wanted.

Fuck, you didn't know what you wanted. And even when you did, it seemed your subconscious wasn't always in agreement. You had wanted him to drool over you. He was literally on his knees, but some broken part of your brain couldn’t accept it. So you pushed him away.

“C’mon, you simpering mutt,” Evan said, hauling Barty up. “I think I saw a kegger over there.”

Barty started to protest, but Evan and Regulus dragged him away.

“You should have some mercy,” Xeno said, leaning on the bar beside you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow at him, taking a sip of whisky.

“Poor prick is besotted,” Dorcas supplied.

“He's full of shit,” you bit, that panicky feeling crawling up your spine.

Pandora shook her head, and your eyes widened. “It's true, I’ve never seen him so fucked up over someone before.”

“He's not the obsessive type. Not when it comes to dating, at least. He loses interest as often as he changes his underwear. But he's been stuck on you for months,” Dorcas said.

“Yeah, he usually obsesses over like quill tips, and arson—”

“You guys are serious?” You asked, cutting off Xeno. “You think he actually likes me?”

They all stare at you, dumbfounded.

“You can't tell?” Pandora asked, grabbing your face and shaking you. “Babe, he's absolutely gone for you.”

“Like, gone gone,” Dorcas added.

“But it's Barty, I mean—he’s never serious—”

“Exactly, that's what makes it so obvious!” Pandora cried, exasperated. “I thought you knew!”

“Why would you think that!” You shouted back.

“Because he says it constantly!” Your friends yell in unison.

“He was on his knees, y/n. Like literally on his knees,” Xeno said, shaking his head. “It doesn't get much more devoted than that.”

Devoted. It clicked then, the signs you'd been brushing off, refusing to see clearly because of your own veil of distrust. Because you didn’t allow yourself to accept the truth out of fear. Barty had been showing you for months how he felt, and not just in his words, in his actions. Bringing you food when you were hungry, walking you from class to class, meeting your barbs and verbal lashes with a smile.

He’d been wearing his heart on his sleeve this entire time, and all you’d done is punish him for it.

Oh, fuck. How could you be so blind?

You set your drink on the bar and pushed through your friends, ignoring their calls as you forced your way through the crowd, searching for Barty in the sea of green. You found him standing with Evan and few other members of the Quidditch team, cheering while a fifth year shotgunned a dandelion draught.

“Barty!” You shouted over the roar, grabbing his wrist.

He turned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Y/n? Are you alr—where are we going?”

You dragged him into a shadowed alcove, slightly hidden from the party. Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears already burning behind your eyes. “Be honest with me,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

“Always,” he said automatically, brow heavy with uncertainty.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked.

Understanding dawned, and Barty's expression melted into something painfully soft, painfully sincere. “I just wanna be yours.”

The admission stole the air from your lungs, made your heart freeze in place. "M-mine?"

“Yours,” he breathed, his hands finding your waist, grip tight as desperation filled his eyes. “Please, let me be yours.” He lowered to his knees again, his head by your navel. “I promise—I promise I’ll be good, if you’ll just give me a chance too—”

You leaned down and grabbed the silver chain around his throat like a collar, dragging his mouth to yours in a fervid, frantic kiss. He surged upwards, lifting you into the air and crushing you between his body and the wall, forcing air out of your lungs. You wrapped your legs around his narrow hips as his tongue pried open your mouth, desperate to taste you. Desire pumped through you, scalding hot and more potent than the whisky, making your head spin, your skin tingle.

You tugged at his hair, drawing him closer, and he whimpered low in his throat. Your cunt clenched at the sound, your thoughts turning singular: make him beg. Your tongue traced his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke, and you sucked his lower lip between your teeth, biting hard before soothing it with your tongue.

His hips canted up into your core, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass beneath your dress and grind your core against him. You gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, and he seized the opportunity to pillage your mouth again, licking at your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

“Your dorm,” you panted, yanking his head back by the roots of his hair.

He didn’t hesitate, throwing you up and over his shoulder in a startling feat of strength.

“Barty!” you squealed, giggling and slapping at his back while he carried you to the stairs, his hand keeping your dress in place so you didn’t flash anyone. He couldn’t have made it any more obvious what was happening, and you found that you didn’t care. If you were going to be with Barty, you were going to have to get used to being loved out loud.

“Look at her ass again, see what happens!” You heard him bark, his voice a rumble through his ribcage, and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as he carried you up the stairs.

A moment later, you were being tossed roughly onto his bed, the door slamming shut with a muttered alohomora. Barty crawled up your body, his dark eyes flashing with a feral hunger that made your pussy purr, and he dove into your neck with his teeth and tongue, making you gasp and arch into his body, your whole body alight with pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” you cooed, petting his hair to try and settle his frantic affection. Poor thing couldn’t seem to control himself, so worked up he was rutting against your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, relax.”

He whined into your neck, clutching at the fat of your lovehandles. “Need you so bad,” he groaned. “M’sorry, can’t help myself.”

You rolled over him, straddling his hips with yours. “I know, love. Just sit still and be good for me, yeah?”

He nodded vigorously, watching you kiss down his body with heavy-lidded eyes. You pushed up the hem of his undershirt, licking a stripe between the valley of his abdomen muscles, admiring the tattoos you’d only gotten glimpses of.

“So pretty, Bat,” you purred, and felt his cock twitch against your chest, his head falling back against the pillows. “Been wanting me this whole time?”

“Yes, so badly—fuck, treasure, please—” he moaned when you grazed your teeth along his hipbone, sucking the skin into your mouth to leave a mark. His hand tangled in your hair, rings cool against your scalp, and you released his skin with a pop, admiring the plum-colored bruise left behind. “I’m getting that tattooed,” he panted, dragging a thumb over your spit slick lips. “Swear to Salazar.”

You giggled, shifting further down to undo his trousers and finding that he apparently skipped boxers. His cock sprung out to slap against this stomach, rigid and flushed, a bead of pearly precum dripping down to his navel. Gently, you traced a finger over the protruding veins along his shaft, admiring him.

Barty hissed through his teeth, his muscles tensing to keep still.

“Good boy,” you praised, wrapping your hand loosely around him, pumping once, twice without any real pressure. He was long and slightly curved, gorgeous, and you couldn’t resist dragging your tongue up the root of him, feeling the velvety texture against your lips.

“Fucking shit, you’re going to kill me.” His fingers tightened in your hair as you lapped at the head, savoring the salty taste of him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, every muscle flexed tight. Fighting for his life to hold still.

“Baby,” he whined when you stopped, picking up his head to look down at you.

“Say your mine,” you ordered, hovering just over his cock, holding his wild-eyed gaze.

“I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

You smiled and wrapped your lips around him, swallowing down as much of him as you could manage and he cried out, rough and breathless with relief. You bobbed up and down on his length, tongue pressing against the root of his cock and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach, and you watched his soul leave his body.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted, using your hair to lift and lower you a little faster, his control starting to falter as you pulled him apart. “Bloody hell, you’re way too good at this. What the fuck—oh saints. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.”

You hummed in response, letting him push you further down, gagging on his length before he released you and you pulled off of him to catch your breath, a trail of drool connecting your lips and his head.

Barty groaned. “Never mind, I’m getting that tattooed. Right on my fucking forehead so every time I look in the mirror—”

You climbed back up his body and draped yourself over him, silencing him with a sloppy kiss, his tongue laving across your lips to taste himself. “Do you ever stop talking?” you teased, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheekbone, his temple.

In a quick movement, he flipped you beneath him. “There’s one sure-fire way to shut me up,” he purred against your ear before kissing and licking down your neck and chest. Every pass of his lips was electric, a bolt of pleasure straight your weeping pussy, swollen against your panties and desperate for attention. “This dress,” he murmured, tracing the swell of your breast with his tongue. “Wear it for anyone in particular?”

“I wanted to see your reaction,” you admitted, gasping when his big hand came up to knead your tit, fingertips still a little stained from sketching. His rings were harsh against your skin, and you arched into him, relishing in his greedy touch.

“Sent me to my knees, sweetheart. Damn near killed me.” He pulled the top of you dress down, your tits spilling free, and he took one pert nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue while he teased the other with his hand.

You keened, hands flying into his shaggy hair. Every pull of his mouth went straight to your cunt, making your hips buck against his thigh. He shifted to press his leg harder against you, letting you chase your pleasure, and hummed in approval against your chest.

The friction was amazing, buzzy heat spilling under your skin and making you moan and cling tighter to him, trembling with unspent energy. “Fuck, Barty—please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but he seemed to understand you perfectly.

“Say your mine, treasure,” he said, biting at the side of your breast, and you yelped.

“Yes, Barty! All yours! Just please—”

He pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you while he shifted down your body. Without warning, he buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy through your panties with an eagerness that made your eyes cross, your teeth sink down on his digits.

“So fucking sweet, baby. Melting like sugar f’me.” He yanked your panties down your legs and returned to his feasting, laving his long tongue through you before sucking hard at you clit. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, needing both hands to spread you open for his consumption.

Your mind was wiped clean, erased completely by all-consuming bliss as he practically mauled your pussy, vicious in his pursuit of your pleasure. His tongue fucked into you, the slurping loud and lewd, while he massaged your clit with his thumb. You dug your nails into his sheets, trying to stifle your screams into his pillow.

"So responsive, baby. Ready for more?" He asked, easing his middle finger inside of your clenching channel, curling against the gooey spot behind your pelvic bone that made you melt into the mattress. Adding a second finger, he started nursing your clit again, letting his dexterous artist’s fingers coax you open.

Once you were moaning, loose and languid against the mattress, he ramped back up, working your g-spot like it stole something from him he was hellbent on getting back. He dragged his teeth against your clit, soothing the flare of pain with his tongue, and you felt yourself draw tight, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Barty—oh God, I’m going to come—oh fuck, oh fuck!” You lifted almost completely off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you, ripping through sinnew and bone to consume your heart, devour you entirely.

Barty slowed his ministrations, dragging his tongue through your spasming pussy with long, lush licks, his hold tight on your thighs when you started to inch away from him, your body twitching and shaking as you came down from your high.

“That’s my treasure, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me,” he hummed, smiling against your skin, and nuzzled his nose against your clit while he withdrew his fingers, making you jump and whine. “Not so mean now, are you, sweetness?”

You shook your head, trembling and weak, completely boneless beneath him.

"So soft for me, hm?" He dragged you down the bed, throwing one of your calves over his shoulder while he swiped the head of his cock through your messy slit. “Better hold onto something, darling. You've got me at the end of my leash.”

You wrapped your hands around the bars of his headboard and he grinned, a wicked slash across his handsome face.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect for me.” He notched his cock at your entrance and with a smooth roll of his hips, buried himself to the hilt. You both cried out, the fullness, the stretch more intense than anything you’d felt before. “I was fucking made for you, baby,” he groaned, dragging his hips back before snapping them forward, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck, B, feels so good,” you mewled, rocking your hips to meet his thrust for thrust, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

He used his hold on your elevated leg to lift your hips off the bed, ratcheting up to a punishing pace, making you scream and thrash on the bed while he fucked you with every ounce of desperation and determination he’d harbored over the last few months. His teeth sunk into your calf, hard enough to send a bolt of pain down your leg and make you cry out, heightening the pleasure radiating from your core until you were teetering on the edge again, every graze of his cockhead against your cervix winding you tighter, higher—

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy, erratic and rough, and you could only nod. “Can feel it, tres. C’mon, babygirl, come with me. Please, need to feel you come around me, m’dying for it, please, please—”

You came with a scream, your vision whiting out as sunlight blazed through you, eviscerating every ounce of tension, trepidation, fear, and leaving you a beacon of light, nothing but giddy, delirious stardust.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it—fuck!” Barty came a heartbeat after you, the swelling and throbbing of his cock as he painted your inside white prolonging your release, wringing every drop of pleasure from you until you both collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving and sticky with sweat, the glitter from his skin decorating yours.

You reached for him, trembling and raw, and he gathered you into his chest, kissing your cheeks and forehead with a dizzying gentleness. “Barty,” you breathed, hands curling against his chest, too overwhelmed with feeling to say anything else.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, cradling your face to bring your gaze to his. “I’m yours.”

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, taste him again, letting the warmth of his body, the heavy beat of his heart, ground you in the reality of this moment. Barty was yours, and you were his. And you were safe. He wanted you despite your attitude, your armor, your callousness. He wanted you exactly as you were, more than happy to lay in the shadows with you, or draw you out into his light to dance.

“And I’m yours,” you breathed against his lips, and he smiled.

“I'll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your head before flying out of bed and wrenching open the door, his cock barely stuffed back into his pants. “SHE’S FUCKING MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!” He screamed down the stairs to the party.

A chorus of cheers rang out, reaching you from the common room. You buried your face into his pillow, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment scorching your cheeks.

Barty whirled around, a maniac’s grin on his face, and he dove back into bed, determined to stake his claim as many times as possible before sunrise.

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whenlilyfallsinlove · 1 year ago

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jolene

james potter x reader

this is not a good fic for james.. (love him tho) and my remus bias is SHOWING. i love lily. no lily hate.

jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene i'm begging of you please don't take my man jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene please don't take him just because you can

a small part of you knew that, although you were the one dating james potter, lily evans still held a place in his heart. i mean it was sad right? someone you were in love with, someone you were dating, was in love with someone else. but for some reason you had grown accustomed to it, was this stupid of you? yes, maybe. but you didn't want to lose james, as both a boyfriend and a friend. so it felt like a logical thing.

you knew lily evans didn't like james either, not even as a friend. she hated the boy. you thought back to the gossip you had had with her, marlene and dorcas when they found out you were dating him.

"merlin y/n, james?" lily had whispered-shouted the very night she found out that you were dating him.

"hey.. he's not that bad." you chuckle.

"that's not gonna convince her, it's a well known fact lils hates james." marlene laughs.

"that's true." you respond.

"and i thought you liked remus anyway." lily teases.

"that was in like 3rd year, i've been over that ages." you feel your face heat. sure you had liked moony once, but you had liked james for a while now.

"he's better than james though, seriously you can do better y/n." lily tells you.

you giggle, but then see dorcas with a confused look on her face.

"you alright dorcas?" marlene raises an eyebrow.

"yeah i just.. i have a question." dorcas speaks up.

you nod at her to speak.

"when did james get over lily? i'm not saying he doesn't like you of course y/n, but up until the other week, he was obsessed with her." dorcas thinks aloud, in all fairness, asking the question on everyones lips.

you sigh.

"i asked him that, he told me he was trying to deflect the fact that he really liked me, and he was too nervous to flirt with me so flirted with lily instead to hide his true feelings." you mutter, now realising that james' reasoning was.. maybe not the best.

"aww thats cute y/n.." marlene sees the look on your face and tries to comfort you.

"yeah." you smile, weakly.

"and don't worry y/n, i would never go anywhere near potter. and i think he does like you and not me." lily reassures you.

noticing your discomfort, the girls changed the subject, but you couldn't nudge the feeling of doubt in your chest. now that you thought about it, james' reasoning felt a bit.. excuse like? but no, he asked you out, not lily. so he must like you?! relationships were complicating; you guessed you'd have to wait to see how things played out.

your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

"hello gorgeous." james grins at you cheekily, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take a seat next to him at the gryffindor table.

"guys do we really need to be doing this at eight o'clock in the morning." sirius fake gags. you stick your tongue out at him in response, causing him to laugh.

"just cos you're lonely padfoot." james chuckles.

sirius playfully rolls his eyes at him, and you see remus looking at you from the other side of the table. you smile at him which he returns but looks away quickly, feeling like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.

james wraps an arm around your waist, and starts telling you whatever new prank him and sirius were planning on snape.

"and then we were planning to turn his hair green." he smiles at you.

"poor snape." you tease.

"what? you planning on leaving me for snivellus?" james raises an eyebrow, playfully.

"of course." you respond chuckling.

your playful banter was interrupted by lily approaching you, carrying your transfiguration book. of course, you invited her to sit with yourself and the marauders but she didn't like to be near james for long periods of time.

"y/n, you left this in our dorm this morning." she smiles at you and hands you the book.

you smile back. she looked extra pretty today, her green eyes sparkling, her auburn hair shiny. it made you feel a little self-conscious.

"thanks lils, what would i do without you?" you laugh.

"you wouldn't be able to cope, that's for sure." lily smiles at you, giving you a wave, heading back to her own seaat.

"thank godric for that, mcgonagall would've been fuming-" you turn back to james, your words faltering seeing his face.

his face was bright red and he looked distracted as he gazed off into the distance. you followed his gaze to see what was wrong with him. then you realised. james was looking at lily. and he had a stupid goofy smile on his face. what a prick! he was YOUR boyfriend.

"james, are you okay?" you snap him out of his daze.

"yeah yeah, perfectly fine love." he turns back to you, his blush fading.

then it was as if everything was back to normal. sirius, james and peter engaging back into their normal conversation. you were quieter however. remus remained quiet as well, noticing the dejected look on your face. he gave you a comforting smile across the table and you gave him a weak one in return.

at that moment, you wished nothing more to be lily evans.

your smile is like a breath of spring your voice is soft like summer rain and i cannot compete with you jolene.

"i don't want to feel like a second choice to you james! i love you." you sighed. this was yours and james's first argument. and you HATED it.

"i love you too y/n, of course you're not my second choice!" james tries to comfort you.

"i just feel like you're just settling for me because lily doesn't like you!" you admitted.

"well that's not true y/n, i told you.. i was using lily to coverup my feelings for you." james lets out a exasperated sigh.

"sometimes it doesn't feel that way james, i don't want to be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her (iykyk)" you rub your forehead with your hand.

"y/n.." james puts his arm around you. "it's you i'm dating.. not evans. don't be jealous!"

you scoff. "of course i'm jealous, she's beautiful and you were obsessed with her long before dating me."

"and i'm not anymore. just drop it y/n. i love you not her." james frowns.

you sigh and cave in.

"i don't like arguing with you james." you say, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"i don't like arguing with you either y/n" he sighs, and pulls you closer.

you couldn't stop thinking about lily though. you were friends with her, and she would never intentionally hurt you. you knew deep down james still liked her, feelings don't go away that easy.

he talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing i can do to keep from crying when he calls your name jolene

gryffindor house were infamous for throwing the best parties. and tonight was living proof. gryffindor had just won a quidditch match against slytherin which of course meant a big celebration. and of course, your boyfriend and captain of the team james potter was the main centre of attention.

"he's nuts." you shake your head at sirius, when you see james dancing and obnoxiously singing to dancing queen by abba in the middle of the common room.

"he's bloody brilliant." sirius takes a sip of firewhiskey, chuckling.

the man in question headed towards you.

"y/n, would you care to join me." he jokingly bows down, holding his hand out for you to take.

"indeed i would." you giggle and take his hand.

he pulls you to the middle of the common room, twirling you around/ you laugh and join in singing and dancing. you could tell he was a little drunk but you didn't mind.

as the party went on, you had somehow lost contact with james. he was a social butterfly of course, probably talking to his friends. you yourself were stood with marlene, dorcas and lily, sipping your drinks, giggling at the antics of some of your housemates.

the party eventually thinned out, at about 3 in the morning, when mcgonagall told them to quiet down. eventually it was just you and as you looked towards the jukebox (which was playing jolene by dolly parton) remus carrying a half unconscious james.

you walked up to the two.

"he's drunk too much." remus chuckles.

"unsurprising, i'm sure he had already had about 4 firewhiskeys in the first hours." you smile affectionately at james.

remus notices your smile, and smiles wider.

"you don't usually come to parties, do you remus?" your question catches remus off guard.

"n-no i don't. just wanted to support my friends." he responds, knowing that was probably a good answer judging by the smile on your face.

you turn back to look at james.

"let's get you to bed ay?" you say, trying to wake him.

"l-lily?" james whispers, seemingly in his sleep.

your heart dropped. of course he was dreaming about lily.

"i'm not lily." you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

remus sees your face and is quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he probably doesn't know any better." he says.

you nod and sit down on one of the armchairs.

how could you ever compete with lily evans?

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #harry potter x reader #angst #x reader #fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #remus lupin x reader #marauders #marauders x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n

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alter-ego-xxx · 6 months ago

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between james, sirius, remus, regulus, barty, and evan, who do you think jerks off the most and who does it the least?

nsfw

wooooooooh okay! Let's get into it.

6. Regulus; I think before he met James and got into a healty relationship, his connection to his body was kinda fucked up (be that the trauma/abuse or him being born into an afab body). And he was raised to think that everything involving pleasure was a sin. So he doesn't really jerk off that much, maybe once or twice a month (ovulation, maybe). {also this might change once he meets James and slowly gets to fix his relationship with his body.}

5. Remus; I think (also before Sirius) he saw it more as a "body maintenance" than anything really "fun". After he gets with Sirius, he sees the fun and pleasure in it, but now he's got a boyfriend for that purpose, doesn't he?

4. Evan; There's this popular hc that he is ace (I'm not really sure if I think that as well) but if he weren't, I just think his sex drive isn't that high. He's always ready to sleep with someone if he finds them hot, yes, but just on his own... he just doesn't really do it as much.

OR; Evan's position in this ranking could drastically change if he were somewhere on the ace spectrum, meaning that he isn't reaaally interested in having sex with someone else and only does it to himself.. then he'd end up at place 3 or 2.

3. Sirius; he is HORNY. One hot bloke changing in the changing room, Remus' hand too close to his thigh, and my man is BRICKED. He does, however, still have a lot of trauma and grew up in the same circumstances like Reg, so he's still ashamed of his needs sometimes.

2. James; HIGH! SEX! DRIVE! He's just overall a temparamentous (?) person, so he's also quite horny. Being pan doesn't help his situation. I'm quite sure tho, that his wanks are usually quite short; a video/photo, a hand, a few minutes, and a determined mind is all he needs.

1. aaand first place, of course, goes tooooo BCJ!!! Do y'all know this post that's like "fortunately god didn't give me a dick because he knew that I'd get bricked up about a still-hot paper coming out of a printer"? Yeah, that's him. But (un?)fortunatley, god DID give him a dick. He's also the guy to say that his dick is his favourite thing about himself "because it has brought me the most pleasure I've ever felt".

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #wolfstar #jegulus #rosekiller #confessional box #scelera nostra #☆☆☆☆☆

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wolfstarlibrarian · 4 months ago

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Hi! I'm trying to find a wolfstar fic I read earlier this year.

Here's all the information I remember about it:

- it was on ao3

- I don't remember the rating, I don't think there was any smut in it tho

- it was remus, lily, Alice, frank, moody, and Marlene working at an antarctica lab. Sirius and James were videographers making a documentary about them and their work.

-lily was a botanist. Remus was the director of the whole lab. Remus had a fear of going back to the mainland because of something that happened with his dad. Remus used a typewriter and was always awake super early (or he went to bed super late I don't remember)

-It was angst and fluff I think. Remus was a very reserved but sirius was whipped for him from the beginning

-it took place in antarctica, or some other very cold location. The fic lasted the duration of about a year. There was a boat that they took out to plot herds of whales or something.

-it was a muggle au

Hope this helps!! And thank you.

This is VERY helpful and a fic the Librarian absolutely adores. Below you'll find the fic, a book I think you might really like as it also takes place at the south pole research station.

Rourke by @smodernlife

“Lupin didn’t seem pleased that I was filming last night,” Sirius said lightly.

“Most people that come here…” Lily spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully, “Remus put it like this to me once: most people who choose to spend years of their life so far from civilization have a reason for leaving it behind. Remus wanted someone like us and he held out for so long because he expected he would get sent a bunch of finicky artsy types. I don’t think he expected you. And now that you’re here, I don’t think he quite knows what to do with you.”

When wildlife filmmaker Sirius Black arrives on a remote Antarctic island for a year-long assignment, he isn't phased by the freezing wind, the perpetual darkness, or the hostility he meets from some of the biologists at the research base. He is used to living an itinerant existence. He is comfortable with unforgiving conditions. He expects the world to treat him harshly. But he does not expect to fall in love.

📚📚 Book Rec 📚📚

Myles Below Freezing: Set at the south pole research station. It's a fluffy romcom mystery that's mlm (basically wolfstar) with the MOST LOVABLE wlw side couple. Anxiety rep, forced proximity, oblivious dating.

Excerpt:

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fic recs #marauders #library find #librarian book recs #bookblr

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iamnmbr3 · 5 months ago

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ok so i'm rereading Order of the Phoenix and what's up with Draco being so... helpful??

Like back in the Goblet of Fire he's litterally telling the golden trio to hide Hermione because she's visibly (how could you tell tho?) a muggleborn;

then in OotP in the train to Hogwarts he comes to say hi to Harry and hints that Sirius had been spotted by Lucius (the dogging line);

THEN he goes all the way to lean on Harry during Care of magical creatures to say how Hagrid's being messing with stuff to big for him.

HUH??

Why on earth would you say that to Harry? To taunt him? But he could have done it without revealing precious intelligence passed by his father!!

Like, to me it makes sense if it is intended as Drarry moments, because he has a crush and can't help but being invested in Harry's life, and accidentally being helpful to Harry, but we know that it wasn't the terf meant.

And we clearly see how easily Draco can make Potter angry(their interaction during Potions and Quidditch, Potter stinks badges, Weasley is our king ecc.)

It seems like he's trying to help in a reeeeaally backward way, but at the same time he's enjoying himself so much that they do not translate as helping hand.

Also to me it kinda falls flat on a Doylist perspective because the golden trio would have hidden in the forest without him, and they were already worring about Sirius and Hagrid so...

What do you think about it??

P.s.: i reaaally love your metas about hp universe, can't get enough of it <3

yeah, it’s wild. I get why while the books were still being written some people thought he was secretly undercover trying to help the order or something.

I don’t think at that point he was consciously trying to betray his side yet. I think that didn’t happen till book 7. But at the same time, I do think two things were going on.

First of all, he always craves Harry’s attention and does everything you can to get it. And he also really wants to be a part of her story. Harry has other things going on his life and till book 6, Draco isn’t the center of his focus (although he does actually think about and watch him a lot - something Draco doesn’t realize but would be thrilled if he knew). From the moment that Harry rejects his friendship Draco looks for ways to insert himself back into Harry’s life. Dangling his knowledge of things Harry is interested in is one way of doing that. And it also puts him on Harry’s level - in his mind - because his secondary involvement with the Death Eaters mirrors Harry’s secondary involvement with the Order.

And also in his mind shows how cool and serious and important Draco is. He’s always creating the perfect set up for an enemies to lovers story but Harry won’t buy it. Like I think of his mind he think Harry’s going to be like OK I really wanna know what’s going on so I’ll make a deal with you and that will evolve into a grudging friendship. Of course Harry won’t do that while Draco holds the attitudes he holds. Nor as I’m sure he also hopes is Harry going to be like wow I realize you’re so important and special and well-connected and I was wrong to turn down a friendship with you. Draco desperately wants Harry to need and respect him. (Only when he grows beyond this post book 7, and learn to except Harry’s boundaries and to change his own behavior will he actually earn either of those things.)

Secondly though, I think it’s really notable that most of these instances end up helping Harry to either learn information about someone he cares about or protect someone he cares about. The example at the World Cup is really striking. Hermione is specifically in danger because Lucius is one of the Death Eaters under the hoods and he knows who she is and likely intends to target her. Obviously, Draco isn’t going to directly betray his father, but he does warn her that if she stays where she is, she will be recognized and attacked.

Draco at that point kind of likes the idea of violence but he doesn’t like the reality of it and I think a part of him is uncomfortable with what would happen if she actually got caught so although he doesn’t acknowledge it even to himself, that’s the basis of the words. Plus he knows was Harry will fight to the death to protect her. Something similar is probably also a factor in what he says about Sirius. Even his comments about Hagrid to at least revealed that he is alive In addition to dangling more knowledge if Harry will talk to him and pay attention to him - which he won’t.

#drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #asks #Hpdm #dmhp #harco #Also I forgot to say but thank you so much for your kind words #I am beyond delighted that ppl like my metas

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weird-is-life · 2 years ago

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hi lovely! a p vague request if you’re up for it!! remus x fem!/gn! reader fluff<3 he’s just painfully pining for her, getting a bit jealous when she’s hit on by other guys. they’re hanging out one night and it gets cold, so he gives her his jacket thinking the jacket could not look better on anyone else!

take the fic wherever you want babes! i’m just obsessed w your writing & the idea of lupin pining

Hii lovely, ty you so much for this cute request and I'm so so glad you enjoy my writing🥹🥹🥹. Warnings: fluff, use of y/n and pet names, mentions of pub,(0.8k)

It's Friday night, so of course the pub is stuffed with people. But Remus wasn't expecting, that you'd be getting hit on by so many guys, even if the pub is overcrowded.

He thinks, that if one more guy comes up to you and invites you for a drink, he won't be able to stop himself from beating him up.

To your credit tho, you've sent the guys running to the other side of the pub with your rejections. You are not even slightest bit interested in anybody, other than Remus.

The cheeky smirks, that Sirius and James keep sending his way aren't helping one bit either. They obviously know of Remus's crush on you and they keep pulling his leg about not making a move on you yet.

"You okay?" you nudge him with your elbow. Another thing that isn't helping with his intense feelings for you right now, is that you've been sitting next to him the whole night.

He breaks out of his thoughts and smiles at you, " of course. I'm perfect," he lies, but he can't tell you the truth. He's not ready for a rejection from you, he doesn't think he'll ever be ready for it.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm okay, I promise," he's not, but he doesn't tell you that. You seem happy with his answer, because you smile at him sweetly as you always do.

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure, before I left," you say as you start to gather your things to leave.

"You're leaving?" Remus asks quickly, making a poor job of masking his disappointment.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'd love to stay, but I have to get up early tomorrow," you say very apologetic.

"Don't be," he replies and adds without thinking, " I'll go with you. I'm feeling tired, too."

It's not exactly a lie, he feels a bit tired, but also he wants to spend some more time with you and more importantly, he doesn't want you to go home alone.

"Oh, okay." You don't question it and just nod. You say your goodbyes to everyone and leave. The boys wink teasingly at him to which Remus only rolls his eyes.

You walk side by side outside and Remus is quick to a hail a taxi for you two. In the meantime, you start to get cold. You didnt't realise, when you were dressing up, how much the temperature lowers after it gets dark in the autumn.

Finally, Remus manages to get a taxi and you eagerly get inside of it, thinking the heat is on, but you're wrong. The driver doesn't seem to mind the cold, because inside the taxi, the temperature is the same as outside.

Remus, attentive as always, notices you shivering.

"Here," he shrugs off his jacket and puts in around your shoulders, before you can even protest.

"Rem, thank you, but are you sure, you won't mind? I don't want you to be cold, too," you frown at him worriedly.

"I'm not cold, don't worry, dove. Just keep it," he smiles warmly at you, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. And fuck, the pet name almost makes you pass out.

The sight of you in his jacket is doing no good for Remus either, he feels like he's been hit by a hammer over and over again, making him dizzy.

"Besides, you might as well keep it. It looks like hundred times better on you," he bravely compliments you and your heart almost does a flip from it.

Your cheeks go embarrassingly red and you both stay quiet with little smiles on, until it's your time to get out of the car.

"Goodnight, Remus, thank you for seeing me off," you give him a quick hug and get out.

You are hallway up the stairs to your apartment, when you hear his voice.

"Y/N, please wait," he catches up to you, his hand gently grabs yours.

"What is it-" your questions gets interrupted by his lips on yours. The only thought on your mind is that how soft they feel, but from the surprise of it, you don't kiss him back.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have, I'm sorry-" he worriedly spills out and swiftly turns around to leave. You don't let him, it's your turn to grab his arm and kiss him.

Remus handles the shock of it better than you and kisses you back hard.

When you finally pull away, you are both smiling like some crazy idiots.

"I wanted do this for so long," he confesses, sheepishly. Running his hands through your hair, putting some loose strands away from your pretty face.

"Me, too," you say, " I guess, we are both stupidly oblivious, huh?"

You and Remus laugh," yeah, we are. But not anymore."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. I like you, like a lot, if you haven't realised it by now," Remus whispers as he caresses your cheek softly.

"I like you too," you grin at him, very happy from the not so new information. It feels so good to finally be able to say it to him.

"Good." He says, smiling and leans in to kiss you warmly again.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin

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fafodill · 14 days ago

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Here's my question. What do you think would change, if Snape was female?

Because... like... I don't think it would change much? His family trauma doesn't seem to have a specifically *gendered* component... his bullying from James - maybe does? Like James might bully a Fem!Severus differently? (Or then again, maybe not.) Fem! Severus would still be weird, poor, dark arts/slytherin aligned, not attractive (to James)... but also a big draw on Lily's time and affection in a way that James wouldn't like.

I don't think it would changed his relationship with - Dumbledore, the Malfoys, Lupin. Bellatrix might... possibly hate a Fem!Severus more? Like see her as more of a rival? But she already does seem his as a rival, so. I'm not even sure a Fem!Severus would dress or wear her hair any differently.

Very interesting ask. 👁️👁️ I agree that not much would have changed but I do see a few little things here and there which, once you addition them, could make her act a little differently...

Childhood

She would still experience a pretty miserable life at Spinner's End, but she might have felt a bit less awkward with wearing her mother's clothes, thus making her maybe a bit less socially stunned.

She would still meet Lily and not get along with Petunia.

Hogwarts

You pointed out the most important and obvious point already: the bullying. Not that it would have not taken place - guys can absolutely bully women - but considering the time period I suspect Sirius and James's pureblood upbringing would have influenced the way they interacted with Fem!Severus.

First, their first encounter on the Hogwarts Express might have been less aggressive. I think James and Sirius would have been taken aback and super weirded out by this poor, unpleasant and ugly girl, but I don't think they'd have insulted her as harshly/tried to make her trip or nicknamed her. Maybe some things would have been salvageable then - not talking about friendship here (pretty impossible) but just... being civil?

It's pretty certain James would have still been jealous of Fem!Severus for hanging around Lily but he wouldn't have needed to prove he had the bigger pair - which was a good chunk of what it was in canon imo. He would still tease her and ridicule her verbally in front of Lily but maybe less viciously. Fem!Severus would still fight back so this could escalate to jinxes but still, it has the potential to be way tamer overall.

As for Sirius, I think he could have seen some of his mother in Fem!Severus, which could have resulted in either: wanting to bully her even more OR unconsciously trying to avoid her. I can see her making him super uncomfortable. I'm personally leaning toward the latter option. A man he could be violent with - no problem - but a woman? Hm. I'm unsure.

If the bullying was lessened, then I don't think it would go as far as the Prank or SWM, because pantsing a girl, even one you really don't like, even one who might be interested in the Dark Arts, seems super extreme coming from two pureblood boys. The 'boys will be boys' excuse functions better between all boys in this instance. I think this would have felt ickier for everybody around them. Tho if the Prank did happen, Dumbledore wouldn't move a finger either, that's for sure.

No SWM means no 'mudblood' incident. This being said, I don't think her relationship with Lily would have changed much. What drove them apart isn't related to gender and it's pretty clear Lily wanted to distance herself anyway. SWM was an excuse so she would find another one.

Also less bullying doesn't mean she wouldn't become a DE because she would still crave a place and be susceptible to Riddles' promises.

First War

I do wonder how it would have changed her relationship with Lucius Malfoy tho? As a young man he may have kept a bit more distance between them as to not start rumors? So maybe she would have gotten less support from him? But maybe she could have become friends with Narcissa and it would have been the same (I like that idea).

Dumbledore would have maybe been less harsh with her when she first came to him or when the Potter died, since he would maybe project less of himself and Gellert in her... but he would definitely have still manipulated her the same way. Dumbledore is a lot of things, but he's not sexist.

Harry

Later in life, since she wouldn't be as traumatized, she would have been less triggered by Harry's resemblance to James, thus making their relationship less disastrous. She would be cold and distant but less cruel. She would also have been able to teach him Occlumency more successfully, which could have changed quite a few things plot-wise...

Second War

I also agree with the idea of Bellatrix being jealous. I really see it. She would certainly try to slander her/hex her viciously in order to get rid of her. This would have maybe made Fem!Severus' work way harder. Maybe this would have resulted in her trying to get rid of Bellatrix.

I wouldn't be surprised if during the Second War many DE thought Voldemort and Fem!Severus were somewhat of an item. He was pretty fond of Severus after all... and if Bellatrix proved to be too annoying and Voldemort ended up getting rid of her it would rightfully start some rumors. Maybe Dumbledore would have tried to encourage it even? I don't know if that's really his style but I wouldn't get it past him to suggest it at the very least.

Conclusion

So... yeah. I don't see this many changes (I may have overlooked some things). Severus is already pretty female coded in many ways (his writing, the way he talks, moves, his interest in potions, the way his (very valid) feelings are dismissed etc.) and in a Fem!AU, many interesting things could be explored in the way people would interact with her.

But I do think she could be less traumatized and more self-assured. Maybe she would have enough mental energy as an adult to create spells and potions. She wouldn't dislike Harry as much and maybe have a bit more self-preservation in regard of Dumbledore's plans for her. I don't see her being ready to sacrifice herself as fully as canon!Severus. She'd have a few backups.

But she would still wear a grey nightshirt.

And have pretty perky little boobs.

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wisteria-lodge · 4 months ago

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I'm reading your asks about the kids names I was wondering but why did you say that James should've been used as a middle instead of first name? Why though? I mean if Sirius and Lily are allowed as first names why is James better suited for the middle name? Even tho all of them still is based from a dead relative

It seems like pretty standard wizard naming convention to give first children, especially first sons, their parent's name as a middle name.

Harry James Potter

Draco Lucius Malfoy

William Arthur Weasley

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Ginevra Molly Weasley

So then the question is - what about second and third (and forth...) children? We have less data on that, but we still have:

Percy Ignatius Weasley - The Ignatius Prewett on the Black family tree is almost certainly Percy's maternal grandfather.

Regulus Arcturus Black - Arcturus is Regulus' paternal grandfather

Tom Marvolo Riddle - Marvolo is Tom's maternal grandfather (Merope broke tradition a little bit here, presumably in a last ditch attempt to get Tom Sr. to acknowledge his son.)

Ronald Bilius Weasley - Billius is Ron's uncle

So I think it makes a lot of sense that in this universe, when it comes to middle names, the normal pattern is this:

First male child = named after father

First female child = named after mother

Second male child = named after (paternal?) grandfather

Second female child = named after (paternal?) grandmother

Third male child = named after (maternal?) grandfather

Third female child = named after (maternal?) grandmother

Fourth male child = named after uncle

Fourth female child = named after aunt

Which fits with the Weasleys, who would be:

William Arthur Weasley

Charlie/Charles Septimus Weasley [assuming that Arthur's father is the Septimus Weasley who married Cedrella Black]

Percy Ignatius Weasley

Fred Fabian Weasley

George Gideon Weasley

Ronald Bilius Weasley

Ginevra Molly Weasley

It would also make the Black brothers Sirius Orion Black and Regulus Arcturus Black. Also, following this pattern - the Black sisters would be Bellatrix Druella Black, Andromeda Irma Black... and presumably Narcissa is named after her grandmother on the Rosier side. Just kinda fun to have a way to figure this stuff out.

I do think that Harry and Ginny would be inclined to stick to a tradition like this. Harry would use his own name as his first son's middle name, his father's name as his second son's middle name, and... since it seems like they decided to stop at three kids, they break pattern a little to get Lily in there. I'm thinking Ginny would want her daughter to share a name with her... especially because naming her after *Luna* seems like it would sort of imply that Luna is her mother.

(and Albus Severus sort of implies that Snape is Harry's *father,* which is another problem with that name)

I think that, knowing what we know about the characters and the world, it would have made more sense if Harry and Ginny had named their kids:

Frederick Harry Potter (or Sirius Harry Potter, if George wasn't okay with that choice)

Sirius James Potter (Or Albus James Potter)

Lily Ginevra Potter

Although here are some some fun naming options I would really love the Epilogue couples to consider.

#hp #hp worldbuilding #name stuff

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cat-crowned-8 · 4 months ago

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bc y'all def asked, here's my top fic recs

marauders edition

(organized from shortest to longest)

forget-me-not - rxgulus

my summary: James gets hit with an amnesia spell, and basically only remembers his boyfriend regulus. regulus is not in fact his boyfriend.

wordcount: 13,325

james is WHIPPED, basically all fluff, very cutesy

a bee for the honey - rxgulus

my summary: James finds out regulus is a honey badger animagus and brings him little gifts of honey and sweets

wordcount: 20,670

my summary is hesitant bc I haven't read in a while, planning on doing so soon so I'll be back to change it if anything is different. I know I thought it was rlly cute tho. James is a simp

The Barista, the Burglar, and the Sofa - orphan_account

my summary: struggling barista Remus comes home to find sirius (a stranger) in his flat, who continues to break in to furnish his home

wordcount: 21,344

sirius basically sugar daddies his way into remus' life

nothing happens (series) - jaywalkers

my summary: childhood friends James ang reg form a very codependent and minorly toxic friendship that will begin to cross boundaries

wordcount (so far): 43,795

i'm actually obsessed with these characterizations, James is kind of a douche sometimes but their devotion to each other! anticipating the next installment

the coffee shop au - third_crow

my summary: sirius w Harry come into remus' coffee house and they both continue to pine endlessly

wordcount: 54,626

haven't read in like a year but I remember absolutely adoring it

Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule - courfee

my summary: 10 things I hate about you inspired, sirius asks James to "fake" date regulus so Sirius and remus can get around a curse walburga placed on them. reg was unaware any of it was fake

wordcount: 91,325

literally just reread, quite frankly think that the angst could've been drawn out more, James frustrated me a lot but he's trying

whatever our souls are made of - damagecontrol, solmussa

my summary: hanahaki disease, a no Voldemort au, reg comes VERY close to death

wordcount: 157,821

THIS ONE IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ ANY OF THESE LET IT BE THIS ONE. I absolutely adore this, and its probably my favorite hanahaki fic of all time. its literally the reason I'm making this post, people need to talk about it more

The Long Game - lackadaisical_lizard

my summary: in high school, jock James and artsy regulus work on a project together and bond

wordcount: 250,008

literally THE muggle high school au, James becomes regulus' muse its adorable

Kill Your Darlings - MesserMoon

my summary: regulus follows sirius to play hockey and they heal (yes it's jegulus), features deaf remus

wordcount: 303,706

this was my first true introduction to rosekiller, and its what made me fall in love with them. the wolfstar was so sweet, but honestly I remember rosekiller the most from it

Sweater Weather (+ sequel) - lumosinlove

my summary: PT Remus and NHL captain Sirius fall in love, has a whole cast of OC's that are super cute

wordcount: 423,079

one of the first non-magical wolfstars I ever read, the ensemble really add so much to it

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moonyfaerie · 12 days ago

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More "a black mass over highway ninety" yap BUT one of the things I'm so obsessed about this fic is the way sex scenes have so much sense regarding Remus and Sirius's personalities and the roles they play during those scenes. Like Sirius reaction to sex is so "fuck everything, I want to end devastated and do the kinkiest of the kinkiest" not just because he's a non-conformist rebel but because poor boy was sent to a conversion therapy center for EIGHT MONTHS and those assholes made him doubt Remus' love and his own queerness so the way he reacts when he's having any physical intimacy with Remus feels like a crack to the system that tried to deny him. Something like "I'm doing all the things you said were so wrong and disgusting but I'm having the best time of my life" proving that they were the wrong ones.

And Remus, even tho he acts really "dominant" has a lot of moments of contemplation just because boy was so in love and spent so much time yearning and thinking that kind of relationship was impossible that he needs a minute to observe how pretty Sirius is even when they are doing the nastiest because "just give me a minute I want to see your pretty face" translates into "I never thought this would be a possibility just let me engraved in fire this image so I can rewatch it over and over again in my head and convince my self destructed mind that this is real".

So yeah, as an ace person I love when the spicy scenes make sense in a way that is significant to the plot and mirrors the character's personality.

#a black mass over highway ninety #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus #the moony tattoo

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 1 year ago

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[2] Seeing Each Other Around Town

Summary: James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Tiny little bit of angst in this one but it's negligible. Y'all this is gonna be a slow burn but we'll get there. Also I'm updating sorta regularly now yay!!!

A/N (23/5/24): FINALLY edited this. I'm out of school, so hopefully I'll have time to continue this series <3

Previous Part: Parent-Teacher Conferences Next Part: Career Fair Series Masterlist here

Poor James is completely infatuated with you after parent-teacher conferences

He just can’t get you out of his head

And Sirius and Remus are usually the ones who suffer the consequences

Their apartment is on the way to school from James’ house, so they almost always carpool

And lately, the entire car ride, James Cant. Shut. Up. about you

(“Boys, you should’ve seen her—she’s so sweet—of course she’s Liam’s mom—Pads, you don’t understand—they’re so similar—Remus, she’s gorgeous—did you see her????”)

By the end of the week, Sirius and Remus are very amused with James’ adoration for you

But it also gets kinda irritating after a while, so they’re pretty thankful when the weekend rolls around and they (hopefully) get a small break from his incessant enamored babbling

Saturday rolls around, and James is up at six thirty (hard to break out of the habit when school starts at eight) and shuffling out to the lobby of his apartment building in his pajamas, robe, and slippers to get the mail and the newspaper

But just because James’ body wakes up early doesn’t mean James’ brain wakes up at the same time so he’s out by his mailbox looking confusedly at the newspaper and wondering why he suddenly can’t read

And after like a solid thirty seconds of him just squinting really hard he finally realizes it’s because he left his glasses inside

He’s doing his best guys, he’s doing his best

So James is about to turn around and go back to his own flat to get his glasses (and probably a cup of coffee) when he hears his own name— —just … well, kinda

“Mr. Potter?”

James just about jumps out of his skin because what teacher expects to see one of their students outside of school???? Like no thank you

Don’t get me wrong, James loves his kids to death and he’d die for them any day

But it’s the weekend

So no thanks

But then James realizes it’s Liam and he’s lowkey relieved because like

If he has to see a student outside of school, he’d rather it be this one

And then it occurs to James that if Liam is in his apartment building at six thirty in the morning, then he probably lives here

And if Liam lives here, then …

“Liam?”

Poor James can’t help the full-body flush that rushes through him at your voice

Boy looks like someone dunked him in tomato juice

His head snaps from Liam (or at least the blurry shape that has Liam’s voice) to where your voice is coming from, and it hits him that you’re whispering (very tiredly and cutely, if you asked James) from the floor below his own, leaning over the railing to watch as your son presumably gets the mail

How the hell didn’t he notice you lived in his apartment building????????

Not that he’s complaining ofc :):):):):):)

James realizes after a minute that Liam asked if he’s alright, and he’s just like “Yeah!!” and utterly beaming

(Unbeknownst to James, you realize who exactly Liam is talking to and blush just as terribly as James does when you realize you’re still in pajamas and aren’t at all presentable)

You say good morning to him as well (from the balcony) and James is pretty sure he’s about to melt

(You call him Mr. Potter tho and it lowkey makes him cringe and remember that Liam is like RIGHT next to him)

So you and him exchange pleasantries like Romeo and Juliet with the balcony :) you get it?? :):):) while Liam gets the mail from your own mailbox and walks it up the stairs back to you

(he says “here you go, mama” in his sweet little voice as he hands the small stack to you and you say the gentlest “thank you, baby” back and James’ heart feels like goop in his chest)

James barely makes it back into is own apartment before he’s squealing and doing a goofy little dance out of overflowing joy

And the best part?

That's not the last time he sees you. Not even close.

Over the next several weeks, James begins to notice you everywhere around town

He sees you and Liam at the grocery store (you’re there with Liam and give him the choice between dino nuggets and spring rolls; he decisively choses the latter)

And on his way to work (on one of the few days where Remus and Sirius aren’t carpooling with him, as Remus was sick and Sirius stayed home to care for him), James sees you in your own car on your way to work

And when you and Liam go on walks on the weekends (James had taken to mowing Remus' mother's lawn, which was on your walking path, shirtless every Saturday morning—for entirely unrelated reasons, of course, and he will take no questions on the matter …)

James still isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you before because how could he have missed you?? You’re gorgeous????

(Of course, poor Remus and Sirius get to hear about his fawning even more now)

(They both find it cute though and they like to give him advice, so it’s fine)

So eventually one Friday night, James can’t sleep and is done with his lesson plans

And he’s just bored, so what does he do?

Go to the grocery store, of course

So James ventures out, once again in his pajamas, to the grocery store to get some treats to eat while he watches Antiques Roadshow until he falls asleep

And of course—he should’ve known at this point honestly—there you are

(Also in your pajamas)

And James says hi before he can really stop himself, and you look a little spooked for a second (because who tf would be talking to you in the grocery store at ten at night?) but then you realize it’s him and you say hi back with a sweet little smile that turns James' insides to warm fudge

Apparently, Liam is at Draco's birthday sleepover (Draco's a little shit, and James never understood how Liam could stand the kid) and you don’t have a shift at the hospital tonight, so you decided to indulge in some celebratory ice cream

James ends up helping you choose which ice cream you want (chocolate chip cookie dough—a classic) and as thanks, you go with him to the candy aisle to help him pick out treats

James ends up getting a container of pretty much every candy, cookie, and chip that grocery store because he didn’t want to leave yet lmao

And when you’re in line to check out, James mentions that there’s a career fair at school in a month and he’s wondering if you’d maybe want to come and talk about being a nurse????

Pretty please??????

James doesn’t notice how your face falls ever so slightly. You kind of forgot for a second that he’s your son’s teacher and not just some pretty guy that you’ve sorta had a crush on for the past couple weeks. Nothing could happen between the two of you—not if it meant messing with or—god forbid—hurting Liam’s education. But it’s okay. You’ll just suck it up and stick to your job and your son. It’s fine. It’s fine.

You’re agreeing in an instant, and James promises to email you the details so you can plan around it

James leaves the grocery store with like ten pounds worth of treats feeling full to the bursting with warmth and his eyes are glowing the rest of the night

He sees this really pretty pearl and gold necklace on Antiques Roadshow and catches himself thinking about how pretty it would look on you, but he doesn’t bother trying to stop himself at this point

It wouldn’t be any help anyway

Next Part: Career Fair

#teacher!james potter #teacher!james potter x reader #james potter x reader #teacher!james potter x you #james potter x you #nurse!reader #james potter x nurse!reader #teacher!james potter x nurse!reader #james potter x mom!reader #mom!reader #librarian!remus #librarian!remus lupin #school librarian!remus #school librarian!remus lupin #secretary!sirius #secretary!sirius black #kindergarten teacher!james potter #background wolfstar

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fairest--of--them-all · 2 months ago

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Introduction:

Narcissa Black

Hello. My name is Narcissa Altair Black. (people i love call me Cissa) If I'm the meanest person you've ever met, you've never met my family. If I'm the nicest person you've ever met... damn, I'm sorry.

About me:

I'm straight. cough cough totally

I don't like mudbloods. I have nothing against you guys but my family hates you

Nicknames are how I show love. If I call you by your legally given first name, I probably don't know you or i don't like you. (unless your name is really short)

I am a Slytherin. I should have been in Ravenclaw but my parents made me re-sort. You will likely find me:

in the ravenclaw girls' dorm with rita, em, and dora

in the slytherin girls' dorm with cas, bella, and andie

on the quidditch pitch with reg

in the slytherin boys' dorm, yelling at ev and crouch for something stupid they've done

painting/drawing/reading/writing/studying in the nicest corner of the library

devising new methods of murder in the library/my dorm

executing said methods of murder. anywhere. everywhere. you will never see me coming.

but you're as likely to find me in the Ravenclaw dorm with Rita, Em, Xeno, Dora, and Gil, as in the Slytherin dorm with Cas and.

I'm a chaser. An excellent one, too. And I am a girl who has no tolerance for sexism, so shut up and swallow whatever stupid comment you were about to make.

I'm not overly emotional. I can't be.

I'm the favorite child. because i'm a heartless, cold monster. 🎀✨

Please note that I will never, ever hesitate to tell you to fuck off.

Hobbies: Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Watercolor Painting, Sketching, Legilimency, Reading, Poetry, Poisoning People Who Piss Me Off.

ooc: this is a rp account, my main account is @siriuslyobsessed394 pls interact <33 no likey? take a hikey!

People I know (under the cut):

OOC: alr so im part of multiple rps lol so this will get a lil bit chaotic lol <3

---from the real marauders rp---

Siri: @the-official-padfoot - my annoying little cousin. pain in the ass. member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. love him tho

Marlene: @marlene-fucking-mckinnon - feminist, excellent quidditch player, that I can respect.

Remus: @whyarentyoustudying - the only member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™ who possesses any braincells. randomly disappears from time to time???

James: @the-greatest-stag-man - ringleade(e)r of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. good chaser though, and seems pretty nice.

Peter: @pete-loves-jelly-beans - underrated, good at herbology, also a member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™

Severus: @snifellus - sort of annoying, but crazy good at potions. he's alright, i suppose.

Mary: @pretty-little-mary - really seems like an angel with no filter and an amazing sense of style.

Lily: @the-og-lily-evans - she's kind of awesome. i really want to get to know her better.

Reggie: @heir-to-the-house-of-black - my baby cousin. intense forced to be perfect vibes. i see a lot of myself in him. also GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAYYY. ;D

Cas: @frolickinginthemeadowes - the person who makes this hellhole of a house worth it. love her <33 /p

Dora: @the-pandorarosier - sunshine and daisies and rainbows and the light of this world <3 also excellent seer

Crouch: @the-officalbartycrouch-jr - complete idiot and unofficial adopted baby brother

Ev: @evan-a-rosier

---from @whatonearthisgoingon's rp---

@blacksheepoftheblackfamily Sirius. My cousin. Complete idiot, would be smart if he ever tried. Rebel. My parents' second favorite topic to complain about, after me and my sisters.

@respectfullyfuckoff Regulus. My younger, much saner cousin. He's really quite nice if you get to know him... but like don't talk to him ever unless you're me or one of his bffs, he will kill you on the spot. I mean even if you are me or one of his bffs, there's always a solid 30% chance he will kill you on the spot, so...

---from @poppy-petals18's rp---

@m0ony-the-w0lf Remus. Good at school. Reads Shakespeare. Gets sick strangely often. Atp basically my bestie.

@jfprongsie Jamie. Ringleader of the Idiot Squad. He's nice, though.

@wormtail-on-a-string Peter. He's excellent at herbology.

@my-name-is-lilyevans Lily. She's not afraid to speak her mind, that I can definitely respect.

@yourmarymacdonald Mary. She's really nice and an excellent therapist.

@signed-rab Reg. My cousin. Black heir. A lot like me.

@dor-c4s Dorcas. She's pretty awesome ngl.

@bee-not-butterfly Crouch. Regulus's friend, somewhat murderous.

@bloodyrosier Rosier. Crouch's boyfriend. He's quietly murderous, I suppose. Seems like good at poisoning.

@pandas-roses Pandora. Exceptional seer, really nice.

@padfoot-the-dog Siri. My slightly older, much more idiotic cousin.

@andromeda-chained-lady-black Andie. My sister. She's too sweet for her own good.

@beatle-bae Rita. School gossip, very entertaining to talk to, excellent revenge-planning partner.

@fairies-rocks-books-spells Xeno. Really quite brilliant. Enjoys poetry as well.

@i-s33-your-future Sybill. Another excellent seer. Really funny when you get to know her.

@sevsnaperus Severus. Very good at potions.

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re-knights · 4 months ago

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good morning reinregu nation! watched the episode really late last night because of Work but today is a new day!

for starters i loved seeing him get flung around in the air so much. i don't know why but his hair looks so fluffy when it gets swooshed back and forth and even if it didn't look fluffy i would still love him my wife.... beloved.... but also his faces were funny...... i need him...

ALSO THEY SHOWED THE SCENE OF REINHARD SPINNING HIM THROUGH THE AIR YESSSSSS

KAPOW!!! why does he look so cute when he's doing this 😭 reinhard is also so Ò.Ó and i love them both to death please kiss please kiss please kiss (fujoshing out as they say. i'm here to spread propaganda)

speaking of propaganda— uhm— hey what is this?????? what is this what is this????? i said this on my twitter already but this scene made me a little insane. i know it makes sense for regulus to be able to do this but reinhard just??? let himself be choked???? i guess it doesn't do anything for him tho so you gotta do what you gotta do but??????? anyway so the thing i was saying about reinregu—

also the hell does he mean he could feel through the sword am i crazy. am i?? i can barely feel my heart beating with just one finger and reinhard could tell with the very tippy of his sword????? is this some kind of divine protection i'm not aware of??? i remember reading this too but it still leaves me amazed. could he have at least put his hands on regulus jeez. anyway i'll be normal now

regu feat. huge water thing. also did the LN change this here? i remember at some point he used the dead body of a dragon to fling blood all over the place but he didn't do that in the anime, did he?

in any case i really like his posture.... gorgeous.....

i have so many screencaps but unfortunately this post is full to the brim of regu... but i thought emisuba were the cutest too!!

"lend me your ear" "as long as you give it back!" cutest idiots alive.... i also enjoyed subaru taunting him, it seriously feels like an entirely different character and it's so good??? i guess in a way subaru is acting out someone way more confident who can match regulus' ego. it was a lot of fun! the game metaphor confused me a lot actually, maybe i'm not enough of a gamer (it's true) but it took me a while to understand what exactly he was saying hmm

anyway so i really loved them. i don't have enough space for that many screenshots, not to mention priscilla and liliana KISSED so apparently they kept that in??? thank GOD for yuri (and sirius the himejoshi). i'm not caught up on priscilla lore, so i don't actually understand what a lot of these things sirius said mean to her, but... i am eager to see more!!!!

#re zero #re:zero #reinhard van astrea #regulus corneas #reinregu #natsuki subaru #emilia rezero #i wont tag the rest...#peace and love #also i haven't talked about breaktime yet GOD I LOVE BREAKTIME #i'm so happy regu appeared in it #capella and him arguing was so fun. and his face twitching because of her ohhhhh #i think these two should have something toxic going on between them #like romantically

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blacksheepoftheblackfamily · 2 months ago

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Introduction

Hey everyone, it's Sirius Black, the best member of the family and proud member of Gryffindor House! You might also know me as Padfoot.

You will often find me around campus hanging out with my best friends, the Marauders, whether that be us pulling pranks, messing around with spells and potions, listening to music, or studying (Moony forces us too).

About Me:

Age: Seventeen, in my 7th year of Hogwarts. We're taking N.E.W.T.'s soon, and Moony and Worms are panicking over them; it's hilarious!

Sexuality: Bisexual. Men and Women are both so beautiful. It's impossible to pick between one to solely like.. (But Moony does beat every person in existince tho-)

Gender: Any pronouns are fine. I definitely have days where I like some pronouns better than others though. I guess genderfluid is an okay term? I don't care about labels too much.

Likes: Quidditch, Marauders, Moony <3, Bowie and Queen, Piano, Pulling Pranks, Dueling, Muggle Culture.

Dislikes: Death Eaters, Blood Supremacists, Every Adult in my family, Snivellus and co.

OOC:

Please watch for what tags I list in a post!!! There are many rps, and some lore in each contradicts each other.

For example, in the band au, Sirius is recovering from drugs and is trying to get sober. That is not a current goal in other rps! So, if Sirius is happily talking about drug usage, and you are a member of the band au, that post most likely does not apply to you. So please, watch what you respond to.

Roleplay's I'm in, People I know under the cut!

A regular canon rp community, with Black Family focus. Tag: #Black au. Message @whatonearthisgoingon if you want to join. Remus Lupin @iwillmoonyou: MOONY!! Love of my life; he's amazing. There's not enough words in any language to describe how much I love him, and how much he means to me. Love him <3 Regulus Black @respectfullyfuckoff: My younger brother; a pain in the ass, but I love him anyway. Talented academic and seeker (Love hitting a Bludger his way during games, lmao!!) Bellatrix Black @bellatrix-carina-black : My oldest first cousin. Awesome girl; creepy as hell though. Could kill you easily. Narcissa Black @fairest--of--them-all: The youngest of my first cousins. She's very quiet and sweet. Talented academic as well. Pandora Rosier @pandora-hope-rosier: One of my younger cousins; Druella's brother's daughter, I think? I know she hangs out with Regulus a lot. She's a bright kid; love her aesthetic Evan Rosier @evan-a-rosier: One of my younger cousins; Pandora's brother. Kind of creepy, but in a cool way, y'know?

Modern band au rp. Tag: #band au. Message @permetutotheworld if you want to join. Marlene McKinnon @hotter-than-your-dad: Hottest bitch I know. They're one of my best friends, and I love her so much. She's an amazing artist with killer talent. James Potter @prongzzpotter: "That's my best friend. She's a real bad bitch." Lmao, best guy in the whole world; couldn't live without him. Remus Lupin @iwillmoonyou: MOONY!! Love of my life; he's wonderful. He's beautiful on the guitar. And sometimes we'll sit together on the piano bench and play together, because he knows how to play, and it's so amazing and romantic and- GOD, I love him. Peter Pettigrew @earlybirdgetsthewormtail: PETER!!! Amazing person. He's such a great friend; really creative (also, annoyingly good at board games- let us win for once!!). Lily Evans @lilies-and-daffodilss: She's really nice; a great manager for the band. I feel bad for her though, because James is obsessed with her. It's hilarious for me though! Regulus Black @constellations-and-cigarettes: My younger brother. (I love him, but don't tell him I told you that-) He's a talented singer, and his band is pretty cool. His friends are kinda dicks though. Barty Crouch Jr. @thats-why-i-fucked-yo-bitch: Friend of my brother Regulus. He seems interesting, but he's a dick. We'd probably get along, if we didn't hate each other. Evan Rosier @evie-talks-shit: Friend of my brother Regulus. Like Barty, he's kind of a dick. I've seen him dissecting animals before though, and that's cool. Pandora @panda-bear-here: She's nice. She helps me with Divinination sometimes. Aurora Sinistra @aurora-emily-sinistra: Neat girl, quite smart. Sybil Trewalny @celestial-hearafters: She has an entertaining character. Her hair is pretty! I want to style it.

A regular canon RP community. Tag: #Ash au. Message @ashthelesbiandragon if you want to join. Regulus Black @reg-a-babygirl: My younger brother; he's a talented seeker and academic, but he's a pain in my butt. He's weirdly obsessed with my best friend, and I don't know how to feel about it yet. Remus Lupin @loonymoonylupin71: MOONY!! One of my best friends; an amazing Marauder. He's incredibly talented and intelligent; comes up with amazing pranks. Love him so much.

A regular canon RP community. Tag: #Astoria au Message @serpentine-starlight if you want to join. James Potter @prongsi-boii: JAMIE!! Marauder #4! He's my best friend, and I love him. Super smart. Love doing pranks with him. A wonderful best mate. Peter Pettigrew @pete-the-rat: PETER!!!! Marauder #2! He's absolutely amazing; is incredibly creative and talented. A best mate that I'm proud to have. Remus Lupin @iwillmoonyou: MOONY!! Marauder #1. Hi baby <3 Anyway, love him so much; he's super talented, and just an overall sweetheart. It's kinda concerning how much I love him lmao. Marlene McKinnon @smoking-marlboros: BESTIE!!! We get along great- she's the most amazing bitch I know; I love her so much (It's Platonic. Her? Ew. No offense girlie.) Lily Evans @lily-from-the-block: She's one of my friends in Gryffindor. She's great; hangs out with Remus a lot. She also lets me ask questions about the Muggle world, and isn't an ass about me not knowing that stuff.. Bellatrix Black @bella-black-rosier: My eldest cousin; she's... interesting, to say the least. Love her creepy ass <3 Narcissa Black @blackdovecissa: My youngest cousin. She's alright. Pretty quiet honestly. She has a nice style. Regulus Black @poetdrownedinwords: My younger brother. He's talented, and has a strong sense of motivation. His sense of right and wrong? A little skewed, but so is everyone in this family, honestly. He'll be a great person someday. Evan Rosier @evan-a-rosier: My younger cousin. He's alright I suppose? A bit of a nut job though; has some odd hobbies. Severus Snape @cult-of-pygmalion: Snivellus. Fucking asshole. Emma Vanity @water-and-gemstones: Seen her a few times at pureblood families party. She looks as uncomfortable there as I do, so I think she's alright? Reminds me of my cousin Narcissa. Alice Fortescue @mudpixie: She's alright. Haven't had too many convos with her, but when we do talk it's chill.

Marauders Muggle Boarding School AU. Tag: #The Muggle-life. Message @werewolfadmirer if you want to join. Remus Lupin @moony-lupin-rjl MOONY!!!! He's wonderful, and amazing, and the definition of perfection- uh, ring when? Lmao. Anyway, excuse me, uh- he's very smart and talented, and he's insanely beautiful; he deserves the world (me, I'm his world and he deserves this snack-). Anyway, yeah, he's awesome <3 James Potter @prongspotter-s: BESTIE!!!! He's my best friend; I'd be dead without him. We do so much together; sports, studying, pranks. He's my other half. Words can't describe how much he means to me. Peter Pettigrew @w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l: PETEY!!! My best boy; love him so much. He's super creative- if you want a good group project, get him in your group (or for pranks; thinks of the most random but perfect bullshit!) Would die without him! Marlene McKinnon @marlz-mckinnon: She's literally me, lmao. One of my best friends. Love her a ton <3 Lily Evans @miss-lily-evans-potter: She's a good friend of mine. We complain about random bullshit regarding our classmates all the time, and it's hilarious. She's here on academic scholarship, if that helps demonstrate how intelligent she is. Love her hair. Petunia Evans @the-better-evans: I saw her arguing with Lily in town a few times; it was kinda funny. I know Snape hates her ass. Mary MacDonald @marylicious: Nice girl. I love her hair! She's overall a really good person, that I would like to know a little better. Bellatrix Black @bellatrix-carina-black: My.. lovely, beautiful, graceful, and merry cousin, who I adore oh so dearly <3 (She drives me insane, but it's okay, I still love her) Narcissa Black @cissa-swans: Cousin of mine, sister of Bellatrix. She's alright I guess. We don't talk to much anymore. She's pretty quiet. Gilderoy Lockhart @gorgeous-golden-gilderoy: Attention whore with an ego bigger than James. Xenophilius Lovegood @xenophilius-the-strange: As his @ says; strange. But, uh, in a cool way? I guess. Just a little odd ball of energy over there. Pandora Rosier @sunshine-and-rosiers: Another cousin of mine. She's a good kid; very passionate about her interests. Dorcas Meadowes @dorcas-loves-the-sea: Pretty cool girl. I love her hair, like omg, envy. She's very intelligent, and intimidating; I respect her. Regulus Black @little-star-regulus: My little brother. He's a good kid, but a pain in my ass. He's talented and cool, but a prejudiced prick, like the rest of our family. We don't talk much. Barty Crouch Jr. @fartybartyjunior: I've seen him hanging out with Evan and Regulus. I honestly would love his vibe a ton, if he wasn't convincing my brother to do dumb shit (Evan was already doing dumb shit before meeting Barty, so I'm fine with those two together). Hestia Jones @hestia-farida-jones: She seems nice; I honestly do not know her too well. I know she has a little bunny she carries around with her; it's cute! Severus Snape. @bitterandbruisedsev: .... Do I have to include him on here? He's just so.. ugh. I'd never even get near him, if it weren't for the fact that his face, when sad or angry, looks so pathetic and hilarious. He's not that bad actually.

OOC: Rules and Notes about Roleplaying!

My main blog is @whatonearthisgoingon

Do not ask me personal questions on this blog; go to my main blog for that.

In terms of interactions, asks about anything Marauders related and other roleplayers interacting are appreciated! Honestly, you can do whatever you like.

If you are a roleplayer, who isn't in a community with me, still feel free to interact! Just state who you are rping as, is all. I will talk with anyone <3

I don't mind smut, angst, gore, etc. TW topics, just put a warning in your ask about it, because some people may find that uncomfortable.

A guilty pleasure of mine to read/write about, is super fucked up and dark Black Family. I'm talking physical abuse, mental abuse, magical abuse (even Crucio). So if you want to RP and talk about that kind of stuff, I'm down, just again, TWs for people reading. Crying over the angst will be delicious.

If something works in all my rp communities, I'll tag it as such. Every post of mine will have the appropriate rp blog or blogs mentioned in the tags.

For me, when copying groups:

Black au: @iwillmoonyou @respectfullyfuckoff @bellatrix-carina-black @fairest--of--them-all @pandora-hope-rosier @evan-a-rosier

Band au: @hotter-than-your-dad @prongzzpotter @iwillmoonyou @earlybirdgetsthewormtail @lilies-and-daffodilss @constellations-and-cigarettes @thats-why-i-fucked-yo-bitch @evie-talks-shit @panda-bear-here @aurora-emily-sinistra @celestial-hearafters

Ash au: @reg-a-babygirl @loonymoonylupin71

Astoria au: @prongsi-boii @pete-the-rat @iwillmoonyou @smoking-marlboros @lily-from-the-block @bella-black-rosier @blackdovecissa @poetdrownedinwords @cult-of-pygmalion @water-and-gemstones @mudpixie @evan-a-rosier

The Muggle Life: @moony-lupin-rjl @prongspotter-s @w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l @marlz-mckinnon @miss-lily-evans-potter @the-better-evans @marylicious @bellatrix-carina-black @cissa-swans @gorgeous-golden-gilderoy @xenophilius-the-strange @sunshine-and-rosiers @dorcas-loves-the-sea @little-star-regulus @fartybartyjunior @hestia-farida-jones @bitterandbruisedsev

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