#carina celebrates: 2k followers

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would you pretty please do "you can't fool me" with sirius? maybe he had a nightmare? please?

only because you asked so nicely<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 1 "you can't fool me" with sirius black

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cw: implied past trauma, post-nightmare, established relationship

wc: 809

Sirius' breathing was always different after a nightmare.

He didn't hyperventilate like one might expect he would, he didn't gasp for breath like his lungs were too small. Instead, he breathed in shortly, acutely, through his teeth and not enough, as if he was rationing air. Small breaths that rattled him more than they should as he did his best to remain entirely still.

You, James and Remus gave him grief as often as possible about how unruly he would be in his sleep now, arms and legs everywhere, but you knew that was a good thing. A learnt thing. A matter of safety.

It was when Sirius reverted back to his old ways and became still as a statue that you knew he was aching. It pained you to see – and now that you've gotten used to him taking up space, it was his stillness that woke you above all else.

"Siri? Baby?"

His back was to you, on the very edge of the bed despite there being a large amount of space for him to bask in. You could see his ribs moving rhythmically, shaking but quick and with too long in between. 

He didn't respond, but his shoulders tensed, informing you he had heard you. It was as if you could hear his thoughts in your own head, begging you, willing you to go back to sleep.

I’m alright, doll. Please fall asleep again.

You were not one for carrying out disservices to the man you love. 

Gently as to not startle him, but loudly enough to not sneak up on him, you sat up in the bed, letting the duvet pool around your stomach. You shimmied over to him so you sat with your thigh pressed to his back and a hand resting on his stomach, looking down onto the side of his face. 

Sirius’ eyes were pressed shut, skin wrinkling from the force of it. The ragged, controlled breathing continued.

“My lovely boy,” you whispered, barely a sound. Your hand dragged up and down his side in the way you knew usually helps. Just enough force to ground him. 

Sirius made a sound you think was supposed to be a dismissive huff, but his vocal chords were too tense and lungs too empty for it to become more than a quiet grunt. You sunk further down beside him, propped up on your elbow as you carefully carded your fingers through his dark curls, wild and matted with sleep.

“I’m alright,” he eventually forced out, voice hoarse. His eyes were still squeezed shut, body still turned away from you – but he was leaning into the touch of your hands, the first step. 

“You can’t fool me, love.”

No judgements, no harshness. You just tried to be a soft figure for him to fall into when ready.

Sirius’ lips tugged up into a small sad smile. They were still twitching somewhat, as if protesting him asserting control over his body again after fear’s coup d'État, but the smile remained. 

“I know.” He leaned back into your chest, turning his head ever so slightly so he could open his eyes into tiny slits and look at your sleep-riddled face. “I still try.”

You welcomed his gaze with a much more assured, wide smile. You dared drop your chin the few centimetres to press a kiss to his forehead as you hummed in confirmation. “You can keep trying if you’d like, but I won’t go away.”

Your last words seemed to strike a chord as Sirius hand shot from being tucked beneath his body to find your own. “Please don’t,” he said, hurried while quiet. “Never. That’s not what I actually want.”

Maintaining your calm energy, you kept pressing kisses around his face. “I won’t, I promise. I won’t. I know what you want and need. I can see it on you, sweetheart. Even if you were to ask me, I wouldn’t leave.” 

Sirius’ eyes were wide open now, round as ever. He blinked one more time before finally heaving a huge sigh, his lungs seemingly crying from relief. Your fingers dutifully stayed in his hair as he turned around to face you, body naturally curling up against your own.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispered in greeting, burying his face into your bare neck. “Too good.” His words were slurred by the twitching of his lips and now the closeness to his skin, but you felt them in their entirety.

It was odd how Sirius seemed to always mould perfectly against you, a harmonious presence even in his troubledness. 

“Not too good,” you murmured into his hair. “Just trying to be good enough.”

Sirius pulled back a little to gaze fondly up at you. “Now who’s fooling who?”

When you kissed him with your smile, you could feel him breathing a bit more normally against you.

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OMG CONGRATS ON 2K!!!! I hope I get to see 20k because you absolutely deserve it! May I request a Roommate au with Barty crouch please!!

THANK YOUUUUU BUBS you're so sweet!!! the way i saw the vision for this INSTANTLY omg thank you for participating mwah<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 12 "roommate au" with barty crouch jr.

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cw: pre-relationship, reference to crouch senior, cursing, physical affection & wc: 1.1k

You always knew when Barty came home.

Whether it was because he didn't realise how loud he was being or because he frankly didn't care, you weren't entirely certain yet. All you knew was that this boy you met through mutual friends when you were in the middle of a housing crisis entered into his flat as if he was escaping a war zone. Door slammed both as he opened and closed it, boots flying into walls as he kicked them off, jacket accidentally knocking the shoe horn over every day, followed by a loud curse. It did not matter if he was on top of the moon, down in the valley or completely neutral – Barty would always be loud.

It brought you a lot of grief when you first moved in together, though, to be fair, Dorcas had warned you. You still remember her exact phrasing: “I wouldn’t have subjected you to him unless I knew you needed it and could handle it.”

If you waved her off for being dramatic, then that was simply on you.

Though, you learned quickly that Barty wasn’t a terrible roommate. Apart from the major peak, which was that he was renting you one of his several vacant bedrooms in a surprisingly sizable flat in the middle of London for next to nothing, he was a rather supportive and democratic roommate. Anything he bought for the kitchen or bathroom was “free for all” as he called it, he loved handling all the stressful phone calls for maintenance or billing because he got to argue with someone for an hour and on his insisted weekly movie-nights, he let you choose almost every single time. Thus; a relatively good roommate. Not necessarily a sweet one, but you would never demand that from a stranger anyway. 

And you kept insisting that you and Barty were still strangers.

A voice in your head pointed out how contradictory that was, because when Barty entered the flat today in his usual loud manner, you could pick up that something was wrong.

You had been lounging on the settee for the past hour with a book and some neglected homework, not at all waiting for him to come home. At the sound of his entry, you stiffened in your seat, sitting up and closing your book over your fingers as concern began etching itself into your expression with a knife.

“Barty?” you called uncertainly, putting one foot down onto the floor.

He rounded the corner with his bag flung over his slumped shoulders and let out a – also loud – huff. The handsome features of his face were dragged out as the skin seemed to melt off of his face in exhaustion, yet all of his muscles seemed to be tense, holding on.

Immediately upon entering the room, Barty’s eyes met yours and seemed to melt a little. “Dragă, you won’t believe the bloody day I’ve had.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Barty was already moving across the room, dropping his bag haphazardly on a chair and yanking off his sweater in one not-at-all-distracting move before throwing it onto the back of the sofa opposite you. 

As he walked, he seemed to relay his unbelievable day to you, worries all flowing from him with minimal hindrance. Your eyes remained thoughtfully furrowed and your attention pinned on him for reasons you chose not to investigate.

“My boss has got corporate’s boot on his neck once again and the fucker is taking it out on me, trying to criticise my paperwork when I move through twice the amount of cases as any of his other top workers.” He’s opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water, chugging it all in one go before he continued – that’s another thing you’ve noticed about Barty, he has remarkable control of his body and is able to open his throat to down pretty much any drink within seconds. 

“And then Regulus and fucking Potter – you know him, right, annoying smiley bloke? Anyway, Regulus and fucking Potter are quite literally fucking and it’s the most despicable thing I’ve seen, almost making me lose my lunch anytime we’re in the same room together.” He’s walking towards you know, making a beeline towards the other side of your settee.

“Not to mention my father won’t fucking leave me alone, he has been calling me nonstop, I’m talking – and I swear to gods, I am not exaggerating at all Dragă – over twelve times today already. And I know it’s nothing serious, which makes it all the more infuriating–”

As Barty carries on, he plops down on the seat beside you, gesturing with his hands and distracted in his animated rant. You’ve put your book aside on the coffee table and move to angle yourself towards him to fully focus on what he has to say, when he beats you to it. Barty turns around in his seat to lay down across the settee to place his head in your lap. His left leg is slung over the back of the sofa while the other is sprawled out onto the floor, arms still gesturing wildly as he gets comfortable on the plush of your thighs.

“– he’s just trying to get a rise out of me, I know it so bloody well, and he’s still fucking successful–”

Your roommate of a few months who you still tell yourself is more or less a stranger despite knowing him well enough to understand every aspect of his current rambling has laid his head in your lap as you talk.

It felt oddly right.

Partly without thinking and partly because where else do you put your fucking hands, you let your right hair come down to comb through his hair that is slightly humid from the January mist outside. His contrasting strands of black and acid green get all mixed up at the movement, but more importantly, his face took on a calmer look.

He glanced up at you through his thick eyelashes, words dying on his lips as if he was just now seeing you and catching up with his own movements.

You can’t help the small smile that takes over your features. “Sounds like a rough day.” 

He nodded his head in your grasp, his heterochromatic eyes slightly glazed over as they stared up into yours. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse. “Rough day. Better now though.”

You tilted your head sideways. “Yeah?”

A slow smile began to emerge. “Yeah.”

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carina!!! congratulations on 2k followers 🥳🥳

could i ask for a drabble with rockstar au and barty?

thank you my love<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 33 "rockstar au" with barty crouch jr.

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cw: gn!reader, slightly suggestive, you're wearing lipstick, doing barty's makeup

wc: 666

"Sit still."

Your left hand was holding Barty's jaw tightly to keep his face immobile, knowing that this boy did not have it in him to remain in the same position for long. Your right hand was leaning against his temple as you gently applied eyeshadow beneath his eyes in a thin streak to match what you had already applied on his eyelids.

He was grinning up at you, eyes wide and concentrated on your movements.

"'S hard when I've got such a pretty thing in my lap."

"I'm sure it is hard."

Your voice was quiet and so was the smile that you simply could not wipe off of your lips. Barty must have noticed because his hands on your thighs squeezed momentarily, appreciatively. 

This had become your new routine – you fixing his hair and makeup moments before the show while straddling him for better access. At a gig a few months back, you had teasingly suggested you do his make-up properly before he heads on stage instead of him just wiping some black eyeshadow messily over his eyelids in two back-and forth motions. To be truthful, you more than enjoyed the messy look as well, but you thought it would be fun to glam him up properly for once.

Barty insisted that he simply loved it so much that you just had to become his own personal makeup artist.

You still think it’s just because he enjoyed how you sat in his lap. Perhaps it gave him the rush he needed before going on stage for a few hours. He kept proving your point by murmuring sweet nothings as you worked on his face, hands roaming to his heart’s content – but there was no part of you that truly wanted to complain, so you let him be.

“Wish everyone could see you like this.” His smile turned cheeky as he looked past your shoulder into the mirror he was supposed to get ready in front of himself.

You squeezed his jaw a bit tighter, jerking his head back in place where it was supposed to be. “Do you now?”

His pupils were blown and he tried to do a so-so movement with his head, but you held him still yet again. “Well, not really. Just wish everyone could see how bloody lucky I am.”

You pretended his words didn’t get to you as you bit your lip to keep a smile back. “Sing about it, then.”

In between brush strokes – you’ll give him as much – Barty threw his head back laughing as he squeezed at yet another handful of your flesh. “You know I do, baby.”

You hummed in agreement, narrowing your eyes at him, deducing that you were almost done. Before he could say anything else, you leaned down and pressed a pursed kiss to his mouth, purposefully missing it just slightly. When you pulled back, he had a light lipstick stain covering half his lips and the corner of his mouth.

The way his lips pulled into a wide grin told you he knew what you were doing. “Cheeky minx. Making me all pretty?”

You let your hands drag up his arms to settle happily in a cross behind his shoulders, allowing your smile to be just as lovestruck as need be. “Isn’t that my job?”

“Nah,” he drawled. Kissing you one more time, not caring about the lipstick – or perhaps chasing it . “Your job is to be pretty. Everything else is just a bonus.”

The laugh that escaped you was more of a huff and he pinched your nose endearingly before grabbing a tight hold of your underside as he got up out of his seat, effortlessly hoisting you with him. 

He carried you all the way to the door before looking up at you, white teeth sharp and blinding. “Where’d you wanna watch tonight, dragă? Backstage? Crowd? Lights?”

You nudged your nose against his, careful not to smudge any of your work before it’s supposed to be naturally smudged by the gig. “I’ll sit just behind the curtain like last time, so I can be alone but see you.”

He spun you around with a gleeful laughter, taking to carrying you out and over to the curtains where Evan and Dorcas were already waiting. “Your wish is my command, my love.”

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2K IS SO WELL DESERVED 💓💓

Please could you analyse a relationship (maybe how it starts/people finding out) between barty and potter!reader or black sister!reader 💓

thank you kindly sweetheart<33 i did poly!bartylus x potter!reader here, so i'm choosing the noble house of black scenario here lols. i loved this one so much, especially dynamic 2, so someone feel free to request a full version once i open my regular requests 🙂↕️🙂↕️

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i will ANALYSE barty crouch jr. with black!sister!reader

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cw: reference to walburga and orion's excellent parenting (abuse), fem!reader, sibling troubles, precocious barty

regulus was barty's first best friend and he is fiercely loyal to him, to a fault

however, he is loyal within barty's own moral compass, which, as we know, is a quite unique one

meaning he is "if i see you jumping someone, i'm jumping them with you, no questions asked" loyal and "if you are upset, it is my sworn duty to make you feel different" but he is NOT "your sister is off limits loyal"

which they both find out randomly one day, more or less like this:

"salazar's soggy balls, your sister is proper fit"

"EXCUSE ME?"

queue regulus whacking barty like he's a dog getting reprimanded while barty shrieks and yells some incoherent excuse like "what? she is???"

how it goes from there depends on which dynamic you have with the black brothers

i see two primary ones:

you were either really close with regulus and thus have a more problematic but still close relationship with sirius

OR you really looked up to sirius, which made regulus distance himself for you for periods of time

(the latter one prompts much more angst in the getting together process, naturally – in a good way)

DYNAMIC 1 (regulus centred)

if you and regulus are really close, you would be brought into the slytherin skittles from the get go and thus would have a friends to lovers arc with barty

after regulus whacked barty for drooling over "my baby sister" (you're like. eleven months younger than him.), he keeps an eye on barty

i think barty frankly would not care at all and would continue flirting with you unabashedly

"when have i ever let reg dictate my love/dating/sex life before?"

though he would be saving the more salacious comments for when regulus isn't around

and trust that he would be pursuing spending time with you when regulus isn't around – once he got hung up on you it's almost like a compulsive tic, he just has to be close to you

you would probably be the only one having any moral qualms about it, wondering how regulus would feel and how things might change

as a black sister, you would likely feel like everything good in your life is a hair width's away from falling apart and live in constant fear of that while trying to remain nonchalant

yet barty's pull towards you is far from one-sided – he gives you that calmness in the chaos and chaos in calmness that you craved

only when you nearly have your first kiss in a hallway and you pull away last second talking "what about regulus?" do i think it might register with barty that he could genuinely be upsetting his best friend

prompt the always direct barty more or less marching into his dorm he shares with regulus and evan, declaring: "regulus arcturus black, i love your sister. you have no right giving out blessings, but would you please get behind this, it's upsetting her."

it would be a ROUGH conversation, but regulus knows both of you well enough to know when you're being serious about something

and barty was being deadly serious

after they've talked it through and regulus has said something along the lines of "as long as you promise it's not just a shag, then sure, be my guest. but i want to hear NONE of it", i think he would make a beeline to gryffindor

to find sirius, of course, for once daring seek out his older brother's advice, because it's for their "better third"

"sirius, i need you to calm yourself and not be mad at them because i genuinely need your advice"

it took a LOT of schooling his face for sirius to not rip his eyeballs out at the mention that barty is interested in you, but he kept calm, for regulus

he could tell that he needed it

they talked it all out

it genuinely made regulus feel better and more secure in it, but the second he left the room, sirius turned around crying to james in the exact same way

queue sirius pulling barty aside the next day to borderline threaten him to not mistreat you

and for YOU to then pull SIRIUS aside and have an angsty sibling confrontation of "is it more important to you to go to him first and be all protective, instead of to me and offer any support or congratulations?"

i think regardless of if you have a troubled relationship for a while, he still sees you as his whole world; something to take care of

so he would nod his head, properly reprimanded and give you the first hug you've shared in a while

barty is by FAR sirius' least favourite in-law and barty adoreeeees that fact, loving to rub it in

you'll have to gently be like "babe, please" to have him calm down and not agitate sirius (and by consequence regulsu) too much

it was chaotic but just right

DYNAMIC 2 (sirius centred)

you grew up always looking up to sirius – he's three years older, so the perfect age for you to think everything he does is so cool

you were still relatively young when everything went down with sirius and walburga, so you had a slightly more coloured image and fuzzy memories surrounding the abuse at home

less resentment, more uncertainty towards your parents while still idolising sirius, at least for a while

i think sirius in any dynamic considers his sister his "baby" to some degree, partly because you were the youngest, partly because of his upbringing presenting women as someone to be taken care of – and largely because you let him baby you, unlike regulus

you saw sirius as more of an authority figure than you ever did regulus and he always felt safer than your parents, so when you had nightmares as a child, sirius was the one who could soothe you the best

when you were anxious, he was the one who could talk you out of it, tether you to the earth

sirius saw you as more innocent and less tainted than him, so you could in return make him feel a bit better, a bit more like he had a purpose

i think this dynamic would make regulus very resentful of the both of you

yet another example of him being the second option, of him not measuring up, etc. -> in regards to both you and sirius

in regulus' mind, you were the better younger sibling and sirius was the better older sibling – regulus was alone

so he isolated himself more and more from the both of you as he grew up in a misguided act of self-protection

to the extent that when you started hogwarts, you were never introduced to his friends

i think they asked about you when you finally started hogwarts, but he brushed it aside so assertively that they dropped it

this is in stark contrast to sirius' marauders who happily brought you along more often than not

you were not really a part of their friend group, more so that you became everyone's honorary little sister while you established yourself your own good friends within your house and year

sirius would meet you at every breakfast, even if only to ruffle your hair and kiss your head while you groaned, embarrassing you in front of your friends

you knew of who regulus' friends were and you saw him around often, but it had been made clear to you not to engage

i think it would be the kind of situation where regulus implied you stay away, which hurt you and made you stay away, which in turn hurt him – the cycle goes on

so you never really got to know them beyond their reputations and sirius' complaints about them

until around your fifth year when you would meet barty in some capacity (same class because you were excelling above your year, same secluded area of hogsmeade, etc.)

you hit it off massively, bantering back and forth in a way that makes barty feel both challenged and seen

his interest is piqued

after which is when he makes the comment to regulus about how he finds you "proper fit"

this time, regulus loses his mind over it not because it's his baby sister, but because of his resentment, jealousy and even fear that you would be taking someone else away from him

he would not be making sense to barty, reverting back to his younger and more hurt self before stalking off

if barty, evan or even dorcas tried to bring it up to regulus afterwards, he would just say "let's not talk about her/them" curtly

he only spoke to pandora about it and she kept quiet to the others, respecting his space and boundaries

in this instance, it would be clear to barty that his interest in you was not okay, but it didn't subside

on the contrary, it only continued blazing and he kept meeting you often, mostly by coincidence – but he stayed on purpose

you think nothing much of it before regulus angirly stalks up to you when he sees you chatting in the hallway, roughly grabs your arm to haul you away and whispers something along the lines of "you have sirius. you got sirius, you can't take barty too"

queue massive sibling fight that barty eventually has to get involved in, ignoring the sound of his breaking heart

while you often ignored each other, the tension that arose between you and regulus was now palpable and uncomfortable

you were hurt regulus viewed you the way he did and always competed with you – why did he care so much for sirius' love and not yours?

regulus was hurt because he felt abandoned yet again – both by barty, but also you because he loved you and missed you

having no idea what to do, i think barty would be forced to do the one thing he had sworn to himself, any god he occasionally spoke to and regulus he would never do:

he willingly went to speak with sirius black

"believe me, i don't want to do this any more than you do, but i don't think they can get over this on their own"

i think barty might be able to articulate how regulus feels like the "odd one out" of the siblings and show sirius that regulus' standoffishness is just years of pain schooled away and not him being an aloof bother

which sirius knows but has never been able to work past regardless, not before it was presented to him like this

and while sirius would still be disturbed by it, i think this might be the only way to make him understand that barty loves you – because there was no other word but love for the pull he felt towards you, the emptiness he felt without you

the two of them would plot and scheme to get you and regulus in the same room at the same time, locking all four of you inside

when they begin to try and start a civil conversation, you and regulus are on the offensive and hostile

it is when you burst out something along the lines of "why do you hate me?" that regulus' face falls

"i could never hate you."

it would be an even rougher talk, but you are able to understand each other's pain at last

"i never meant to take him away from you, i never meant to take anything away from you. i just want to be part of your life again."

"it's never felt like i deserve a spot in your life, though. like you want me there."

"regulus there is not a day that i don't wish you were sat beside me."

loooooooong awaited hug

barty and sirius would have stepped back as mediators once the first realisation set in between you, watching while leaning on a desk from afar, feeling oddly united for a moment

at last, regulus would murmur: "do you love him"

you looked at barty for a long time before looking back to regulus with a quivering lip, despite knowing the answer

"only if you'll let me. only if you'll be okay with it."

and though a part of him might still be scared and kicking and screaming, he would use all of his big brother love to pull you close, kiss you on the forehead and whisper repeatedly "it's alright, it's alright. i'm sorry, it's alright."

barty held it together well for regulus' sake, but the second he was left alone with you he swept you up in the closest embrace

"i'm so proud of you"

not only are you the most compelling, bewitching, well, witch he had ever met, but you seemed to be the one person capable of piecing his best friend back together

went through hell to be a match made in heaven

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carinaaa congratulations on 2k!!!🥹 could I pretty please request an 'argue' with 66 and 26 from list a and 8 from list c with our resident cassanova Remus Lupin <3

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i will ARGUE for prompt 66 "half-finished crochet projects" and prompt 8 "i want to go home to my wife" with remus lupin

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cw: fem!reader, alcohol, drunk!remus, established relationship, idiots in love

wc: 902

There were many versions of Remus that you could fish out of various bottles of alcohol.

There was the philosopher you would find in a bottle of whiskey. There was the loud and outspoken boy you would find in a few shots of tequila. The limoncello giggler, the cocktail dancer, the vodka idiot.

Your all-time favourite, though, would selfishly always be wine drunk Remus – because there was nothing on his mind but you.

Wine drunk Remus was an enamoured Remus.

When Lily invited you all over for a relaxing wine night, you had been a bit giddier than perhaps normal and Remus just shook his head and smiled at you. After this many years together, he had to know what he was like when he had enough red wine, but he was kind enough to silently indulge you.

After spending 40 minutes in the kitchen, getting sidetracked by talking at length with Pandora about what type of incense was best for the various days of the week, you heard a slightly slurred voice that warmed your heart all too well.

“Where is dovey?” 

You lit up at the love smeared across every word he said, holding back a laugh at the petulant tone behind them that told you he was surely talking to James or Sirius – the only ones apart from you that he showed this side openly to. The lovestruck side. 

Everyone else saw it too, of course, but what Remus didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Pandora tapped the side of her nose knowingly. “I think somebody’s looking for you.”

Your laughter rumbled low in your chest as you handed her the bottle you had originally gone off to fetch together, kissing her cheek briefly in the passing. “I want to hear all about how the moonwater turns out!” you called over your shoulder as you exited the lovely kitchen, searching for your husband.

“She’s in the kitchen or something, Moons,” you heard James say in the same tone he often spoke to Harry in, sounding as if this was not his first time saying this. “She’ll be back soon.”

“I want to go home to my wife.”

You found Remus and James sitting on the plush chairs in the little seating area squeezed in between the living room and dining room – truly, Potter Manor was too large for their own good. Remus’ bottom lip was just slightly tutted out and you saw the mirth swirling in James’ eyes, skin wrinkling happily around them at the sight of his best friend having had one too many.

“Home to your wife? Am I not here, baby?” you asked, unable to hide the laughter coating your words. You came up from behind him to place your hand on his shoulder.

The speed at which Remus’ head seemed to whip around immediately made him dizzy, but his smile didn’t dim on account of it – on the contrary, it seemed to widen painfully as he took you in.

“Dove,” he breathed out happily, stretching his cracking limbs to pull you closer to where he was seated, pressing his face to your stomach. “You disappeared.” 

“I’m sorry lovely, I was just chatting away with Pandora and lost track of time. Didn’t know you were looking for me.”

You met James’ gaze, an unspoken understanding between your more sober selves as you let yourselves be thoroughly entertained by the sight before you. One of your hands held Remus closer as the other came up to card through his tousled hair, earning you an immediate sigh of contentment. 

“‘M always looking for you.” Remus buried his face further into you as he spoke with a decided slur.

Your body shook with laughter as you kept petting him carefully. “Did you want to go home? Perhaps it’s time to sleep a little.”

Remus propped his chin up on your stomach to stare up at you, eyebrows furrowed in question. His hands came up to cling to your hips, but you suspected it was partly a matter of balance. “Why would we sleep? We have so much to do.”

“Like what?” James was the one who spoke through a laugh this time and Remus seemed genuinely surprised he was still there.

“We have half-finished crochet projects to throw ourselves into!” Remus insisted. He looked back up at you, almost pouting again. “I wanted you to show me how to do the jasmine stitch again. I forgot. It’s so much easier to knit, but you make crochet seem so… beautiful.”

The way he trailed off at the end of his sentence made you think he forgot what he was going to say and concluded on beautiful simply because he was looking at you. It was ridiculous how content you were.

With kind fingers, you brushed over Remus’ cheek, heart warming as he nuzzled against your hand. “Okay, my love. We can crochet in bed together.”

James gave you a yeah sure look, flashing his teeth as he laughed, clearly not having any faith in Remus’ ability to stay awake for much longer. You rolled your eyes with a smile, despite being more than aware he was right.

“Come now,” you whispered to Remus, helping him up and out of his seat. “Let’s get you home to your wife.”

His responding grin told you that somewhere within him he knew he was being ridiculous – and that he was loving every second of it.

“Yes please."

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analyze regulus black sunshine reader? like reader is js such good friends with ppl and socializes sm? maybe he gets jealous over how close she is with people? like how does he bring it up to her? :)

hi there darling<3 i would love to! i have also already written several full-length fics about sunshine!reader with reggie, including "you occupy my every thought" (where reg doesn't understand reader's love for him) and "are you falling asleep on me?" (where reader spends late nights in the library with him), if you want to see more 🤞

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i will ANALYSE regulus black with a sunshine!reader

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, reg's mental health struggles

regulus had always used his cold demeanor, family reputation that preceded him and lack of social skills as a shield to protect himself

it's better to keep everyone away than to risk under- or overestimating anyone he chose to let in

he had a close knit group of friends in the rosier twins, barty and dorcas, and he told himself time and time again that he didn't want or need more

which is why you walking into his life and choosing him effortlessly was so disorientating and hard to swallow for him

someone who was considered lively, beautiful and pure like you had no place in regulus' orbit, he was certain of it

yet you just settled down like it was the most natural thing in the world

sunshine!reader who loves regulus not just despite every obstacle he has thrown up to keep you from doing so, but even specifically because of it

sunshine!reader who looks at him and sees him instead of looking past

sunshine!reader who is not just bubbly but emotionally intelligent and willing to hold space for regulus in that way he desperately needs but is unable to convey

everything that regulus thought it a given that people dislike in him, you adored -> his deadpan humour that most people found rude, you found hilarious, his quiet and reserved self that sirius always called boring, you found serenity in

and you were so painfully patient and kind with him, never demanding, just showing up and loving him in a way he thought impossible

how could he not fall for you?

it took him a long time to get used to the feeling, let alone act on it or speak it out loud

i believe most romances with regulus, especially from "unexpected" people, would have to start as friendships that he slowly builds up trust and comfort in

which any sunshine!reader would fully understand and encourage him in, making him all the more infatuated

i think regulus would view sunshine!reader as kind of holy, someone who can do no wrong and is perfect all the way through

so if you were to ever reference or communicate any insecurity about being too much, too loud, too bubbly, etc. he would be just so thoroughly confused

i think he might not even understand what you're trying to say until a while later

at which point he would approach you and be like "hold up, what?"

which hits even more if this happens pre-relationship while he's still getting comfortable with you, but his reaction just couldn't be contained

it was simply unheard of to regulus that you view yourself as anything short of perfect

similarly, if anyone made jokes at your expense, he would wield every bit of his harsh facade and reputation that precedes him to ensure it doesn't happen again

barty and evan understand from pretty much the first week of your friendship that you are not to be messed with, and they respect both you and regulus for it

they need to tease someone though, so instead they focus all their energy on how lovesick regulus is becoming

when it comes to jealousy, i think regulus would be more jealous of what sunshine!reader can do than who they're with

it seems to him that everything is easy to you, that it just comes naturally to you to be such a kind individual

i believe his love for you would be permanently settled when he comes to understand that it's not easy for you, but that you do it anyway; it's not natural, it's hard fought for

yet, as he goes on his own healing journey, a part of him would be so envious to hear you navigate through difficult feelings with kindness and logic or see you get on so openly with those around you

he would be so glad you are able to do that and that you get to be completely surrounded by love – he just longs for it for himself

i think he would also be jealous of your friends for being able to match your energy so well

there would be many many conversations where regulus goes "you deserve better" and you go "but i want you"

seeing you and sirius shoot banter back and forth like it's nothing or see you run up to braid lily's hair at a moment's notice would both heal and break something in regulus

he's once again confronted with everything he could be, feels like maybe he should be, but can't

because regulus' personality, no matter how healed he is, is never super outgoing and sunshine-y – when he's with close friends, he is much more lively and filled with banter and jokes and even some physical affection. but it's never the same as your friends.

he wonders if he should be more

you keep showing him every day that he doesn't need to be, that you love him because he's him; he doesn't need to change for you

when he becomes more comfortable in your relationship, his ideal time of voicing any such feelings would be at night in bed

with the lights turned off and his face buried in your skin somewhere, he feels safe enough to be vulnerable with you

you'll drag your fingers through his hair and talk him down every time

the best part of being with regulus is getting to love him through the healing process and see him separate his personality from his coping mechanisms and fully blossom

i think it would be a bumpy ride, but what he needs throughout it all is a rock

his sunshine!reader

i also believe he would call sunshine!reader for sun related nicknames, particularly in french (soleil anyone?)

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could i pretty please with a cherry on top ask you to argue for dialogue prompt 62 with sirius?? 🥹🤭

you absolutely can<33 this is a bit angsty but mostly in the bittersweet way, i promise. i just adore the thought of sirius falling for a slytherin during the war and learning to understand and forgive his brother through them...

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i will ARGUE for prompt 62 "this means war, my dear" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship, background wizarding war, reader was friends with the slytherin skittles, implied death eater barty

wc: 1k

Sirius was always the best of the bunch to distract you.

When the meetings became longer and more frequent and when you felt you were spending more time at various safe houses than in your own bed, Sirius had become the one you would subconsciously turn to. Whether he realised the position you had accidentally bestowed upon him or not, you did not know, but he seemed to readily accept it regardless.

Prior to the Order, you never really spoke with Sirius Black, being a year below him and close friends with his little brother and the other Slytherins. Had someone told you four years ago that you would seek him out in corners and laugh quietly together, you would have thought them mad and, perhaps worse, thought yourself a traitor.

Yet, here you were. 

When you excused yourself for a glass of water, there was Sirius, ready with the cup. When you got up to pace by the window, he would sit down in the windowsill, so you weren’t alone. When you could not sleep at night, you went to the living room where you almost always found him sitting with some beat up guitar, playing some tune you never knew.

It remained unspoken, but you reckoned he kept you tethered more than you’d care to realise.

Dorcas was with you in the Order, but it was in part because you were such close friends that you struggled turning to her. So, it became Sirius. You weren’t sure how, when or why, but it became him.

Dumbledore had called the Order together to spend the weekend in Potter Manor, planning an extraction of muggleborns that were held up in Southern Wales by some death eaters there. Officially, you didn’t have any names on death eaters involved yet, but from the minute Moody described one of them as having “acid green hair”, you were mentally checked out for the rest of the day. Everyone knew, you could tell from the weight on their eyes on you, but you couldn’t focus.

You excused yourself early, and found yourself sat on the floor in front of an old record player that had gathered dust, looking through the piles upon piles of records, not really seeing any of them.

A beat up pair of black boots came into view seconds before he spoke. “Some music to drown out your thoughts?”

You looked up to meet Sirius’ eyes, already hearing the joking tone in his voice and relieved to find the same atmosphere on his face. He crouched down next to you, so you wouldn’t have to strain your neck and bumped his shoulder into yours. “What’re we listening to, princess?”

He questioned you, but he didn't hurry you, allowing you to take your time to process your thoughts and connect your mind back into a conversational mode. You gave him a weak smile. “I don’t really know, I haven’t looked at them properly yet.”

Sirius had the grace not to comment on the fact that you had been sitting before the records for a good 20 minutes – on the contrary, he looked completely unphased, still smiling that easy smile of his. The more you got to know him, the more the suspicion that it wasn’t all that easy settled into you. It only made you more grateful to have it bestowed upon you.

“Well, this is Uncle Wulfric’s collection mostly, so it’s quite outdated. None of the David Bowie, Freddie Mercury crowd, but I believe he has some Andrews Sisters, Glenn Miller and the likes.”

You sometimes forgot that Potter Manor was as much his house as James’.

“Oh, that’s alright.” You didn’t quite recognise your own voice as you spoke. “I don’t really listen to a lot of Bowie anyway.”

Sirius turned on his heels to you, grabbing your knee with one hand and his chest with the other as he gasped theatrically. “You simply cannot say any such blasphemous words to me, princess, I’ll have a stroke. I’m terribly sorry, but this means war, my dear.” 

He nodded at you gravely but squeezed your knee to show it was all in jest. You surprised even yourself when a laugh bubbled up past your lips, rumbling your body in a delightful way. 

Sirius’ eyes widened along with his smile as he took in the sight. His eyes read mission accomplished and you deigned not to think too much about its implications. 

You held your hands up in surrender as the mirth continued its dance across your face. “Fetch me a white flag to wave, would you? We’ve got enough war on our hands without me angering the Almighty Music Knower.”

Sirius dropped his chin to his chest and chuckled, looking up at you through his stray dark curls and long eyelashes.

“What do you say then, pretty girl?” He squeezed your knee again. “Can I put on some Ella Fitzgerald for you?”

Your eyes followed his gaze to the Fitzgerald plate propped up against the side of the record player. It seemed well-loved. “You may,” you said with faux recession, to which Sirius’ grin became more beaming.

He leaned over past you, putting his knee down on the ground right beside yours to reach the record player and pop the plate on with skilled precession – a comfortable action, one he has done many times before. You didn’t move to give him more room, instead you allowed him into your space, basking in how it seemed to ground you.

Sirius smelled like his shampoo and leather jacket, even when he wasn’t wearing it, and though his skin was cold whenever it brushed yours, you still ached for its proximity. 

This odd feeling going through you was perhaps something to look into after all of this, when the only war that was waged was the one between you and Sirius apparently, over what music to listen to. For now, when he gave you a smile that was equal parts fond and reassuring, you simply did your best to return it.

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A big round of applause for your 2k milestone carina congratulations^^

May I request an argue with dialogue 48 with poly!Bartylus with a fem! Ravenclaw reader likes doing questionable stuff to satisfy her random curiosity. Problem being she has little sense of self preservation so she often lands in the hospital wing and whenever the two show up after hearing she had the nth concussion, she's does a very casual report be like: 'so turns out Thestrals do behave like horses if I tugged its tail too hard'. Regulus probably aged another 10 years while Barty is half concern and half rolling on the floor. Or idk, I just wanna see Reggie massaging his temples while Bee wheezing his lungs out with a confused reader lol.

thank you so much for your request babes<33 i switched this one up a little, hope you enjoy it

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i will ARGUE for prompt 48 "sometimes i wonder how you're still alive" with poly!bartylus

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, barty pov and all of its usual chaos, established poly relationship, clumsy and whimsical reader

wc: 1.3k

Barty sat waiting for you to exit your Transfiguration class, so he could spend his free period with you, but you were taking an awfully long time. 

His instincts told him to just sneak into the classroom and call out for you, but he had been scolded for doing just that very recently – not just by professors but by Regulus, his own personal authority figure apparently – so he bit his tongue. Yet, when Lupin and Potter exited before you, he could no longer help himself from throwing his head back and groaning, drawing their attention.

“You good, Junior?” Potter asked wearily with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I’m looking at my annoying brothers in law and not my wonderful girlfriend. What’s taking her so long?”

The two exchanged a glance before Lupin cleared his throat. “Y/N wasn’t in class. I’m quite certain she’s in the infirmary?” It was voiced as a question, but Barty could tell that it wasn’t really.

On paper, this revelation should fill him with worry and concern for your wellbeing, he should want to run full throttle towards the infirmary. Instead, he was filled with a dread of a very different kind and let yet another raspy groan escape him. 

“Not again,” he hissed before slapping his knees and getting up. “Right. Where’s Regulus?” 

“Should you not be your own boyfriend’s keeper?” Lupin asked at the very same time as Potter said “Potions”.

Barty looked at Lupin with a hah-expression. 

“Best get there before he does then!” He announced cheerily before turning on his heel and skipping down the hallway, using every wall and pole he passed as leverage. He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder to see what more the two boys had to say.

The journey to the infirmary went by quickly, Barty’s movements all motivated by a desire to have Regulus not get to the scene before him. 

“Evening, darling Poppy,” he called out to the matron who looked up at him with an unamused expression. “Where’s she at?”

She looked like she wanted to comment on his unprofessional language, but instead she gave a heavy sigh, clearly giving up before even starting. “Miss L/N is in bed 6 to the right,” was all she said, turning back to cleaning her equipment near the door.

Barty blew her a kiss before beginning to skip in and promptly transitioning to walking upon Pomfrey’s deadly expression. 

You quickly came into view, sitting up in your bed while happily eating some of the infirmary food. Your sweet expression brightened when you spotted Barty coming towards you and any thought that might have swirled in his head about being strict with you immediately melted away. He felt as if he was floating up to you as he came to plop down on your bedside.

“Good afternoon, my lovely darling angel,” he all-but cooed. “Happy to see you in one piece.” 

You leaned forward and brought him in for a loving kiss that you hummed your greeting into. “Hi, B. How are you?”

“Well for one, I’m not the one with an icepack on my shoulder.” His brows furrowed in entertainment. 

You pulled away from him and looked perplexed at his comment for a moment before reaching to your shoulder, as if you had forgotten it was even there. “Oh, that was no bother. I have good news: You can pet the Thestrals even if you can’t see them. Not all of them necessarily enjoy it, but it’s certainly possible.”

Barty huffed a laugh, leaning forward to bury his head in your non-injured shoulder. Even in the infirmary, you still smelled so effortlessly like yourself, a scent he wanted to drown himself in every time he was near you. Still, he was a man on a mission, and he could not be distracted, even by the loveliest girl in the castle.

“Right, that is fantastic to hear,” he said as he pulled away to look at you. “And I would love to hear even more – but somewhere else. Are you good to walk? You’re good to walk yeah, we can get out of here?” Even as he spoke he was beginning to back your belongings from the bedside table into your backpack. You began to giggle, but before he could ask why, he was interrupted by another voice.

“It’s no use, Junior, I’m already here.”

Barty’s shoulders sagged theatrically as he let your backpack fall to the ground with a soft thump and turned to look at the source of the voice. Coming around the corner with a wettened towel in one hand and the other places accusatorily on his hip was Regulus — Barty’s favourite boy that he really did not want to see right now.

“Aweh, Reg, baby, I’m so glad to see you.”

“Cut the crap, B,” he said with faux iciness as he passed him to sit on the other side of your bed. “You were planning on keeping this from me, weren’t you?”

Barty looked to you for backup, but you just took in the scene before you with wide entertained eyes. You were lucky he loved you so much.

“Now why would you even think that? I’m just eager to get this little rascal into her own bed.”

“Barty.”

He threw his hands in the air. “Okay, so I wanted to protect her from your hysterics. Sue me.”

You just giggled and placed a hand on Barty’s wrist, rubbing circles into it placatingly. “Thank you B, but Reggie has been very sweet and patient with me. No need to protect me.”

Regulus was placing the damp towel over your neck, which clearly provided some relief as you sighed. His fingers were mindful in his ministrations of moving every piece of hair away, so they wouldn’t be caught beneath the towel. His eyes were zeroed in on his work as he spoke. “Yes, I have been very sweet and patient. You see, Junior, I heard a rumour about where she got this idea that approaching Thestrals was a good thing.”

Barty swallowed. “Did you, now?”

Regulus looked up through one of his curls that had come loose to give Barty a withering glare. “Sometimes I wonder how you two are still alive.”

Barty felt a sudden need to play all of his cards. He brought his hand up to tuck Regulus’ curl softly behind his ear, letting his fingertips linger as he traced over the edge of his boyfriend’s sharp jaw, caressing softly. He kept eye contact as a small smile lingered over his lips. “It’s a miracle all thanks to you, pretty boy. Don’t you want to keep us that way?”

Regulus kept glaring, but Barty could see how his resolve was shaken, even by his blatant manipulation. It made him grin widely. 

“Please don’t kill Barty, Regulus. He’s too fit to die and you’re too fit for Azkaban.” You supplied your own defense around a mouthful of yoghurt, clearly beyond amused at not being the only one in the doghouse.

“If you don’t watch it, you two will be the death of me,” he grumbled under his breath as he abandoned the towel to rub the tension out of his temples. 

Barty took the opportunity to manhandle Regulus down onto the bed beside you, so that he could lay across both of your chests – a cuddle pile that this bed was most certainly not built for but that he swore to make work nonetheless. You immediately opened your arms to accept Regulus into your side, who was still murmuring protests all the while the tops of his cheeks were darkening in colour.

“We’ll keep you safe and sound, Reg. Won’t we, baby?.” Barty grinned up at him, knowing he’s won yet again. “And we’ll make sure this little bird right here doesn’t fly too close to the sun.”

“You better,” came the quiet murmur from the reddened boy.

The shade only worsened when you and Barty both went to kiss his cheeks – as did your smiles.

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back again (if that’s alright 😗✨) because i was going through your masterlist and realized i’d love to get to know your characterization of sirius more!! so if it’s not too much i would love to see u argue w/ prompt 28 of list A for the boy 🌞💗

it is more than alright lovely<33 i'm coincidentally having so much fun figuring out my different characterisations of sirius right now, so thank you for indulging me;) this one is admittedly quite marlene-focused, but there's more coming for him, i swear<3

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i will ARGUE for prompt 28 "shoes left by a doorway" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, marlene's pov, idiots in love, established relationship, platonic!valkyries x reader, public displays of affection, tickling

wc: 1.1k

There is one tell-tale sign that alerts your dormmates to the prospect of Sirius visiting: a beat up pair of boots right outside the door, one almost always fallen over.

Today though, right before Marlene spotted the boots while walking down the hallway, she heard the laughter. Despite how much she enjoyed teasing the living daylights out of both of you for being so obviously and publicly whipped, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Marlene loved love.

She did not, however, love privacy, and did not bother knocking on the door when entering her own dorm.

With a creak, she pushed the door open as she was toeing off her ow, slightly dirtier boots to fling in a messy pile beside Sirius'. She didn’t hide how she peered in through the opening to get a sight of what must be so funny.

The first thing that met her eyes was Mary sitting cross-legged on her own bed with Lily's head in her lap. It looked like she was supposed to be braiding Lily's hair, but one of her hands was busy covering her mouth as she looked over at your bed, mirth dancing gleefully all over her expression.

Lily's head lolled over at the sound of Marlene's entrance – the only one bothering to acknowledge her thus far – to give her a wink and a blinding smile before cocking her head over at your bed. Marlene crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, standing on the tips of her toes now that she was bootless.

Your bed was at the very end of the room, pushed up against the wall to create some sort of small alcove, a safe haven – and you two had made it into nothing short of it.

Tangled up in two large quilts that Marlene’s mum had made you both in your first years at Hogwarts and surrounded by fairylights Sirius recently strung up around your bed frame, you looked like you were invulnerable to any pain or suffering. 

Sirius’ hand was engulfing your cheek as he delicately held your head where you laid on your side before him. Marlene could only see your back, but she was quite certain whatever expression you wore was reflected in Sirius’; lovestruck, in awe. Home. His hand kept pushing through your hair, spreading out over the back of your neck before coming back up to your cheek, a steady rhythm. Your arms were peeking out under the bottom of his worn band-tee, a sign that your hands had snuck beneath it to splay over the skin of his back. 

And you were both giggling, eyes wide and occasionally diving your faces down to hide in the other’s hair or chest.

You were so adorable Marlene almost had to puke and go run to Dorcas.

Instead, she strolled the rest of the way in, kicking the door shut behind her with a soft thud, eyes trained on Sirius as she grinned. “What’s so funny?”

“Your face, ‘Kinnon,” Sirius replied without hesitation; a reflex that only made him laugh harder, a bit more boisterous this time. 

Marlene rolled her eyes and flopped down on the edge of Mary’s bed. “Hilarious coming from a guest in my house, Black.”

“Be nice,” Mary chided gently, causing both Marlene and Sirius’ heads to perk up as they muttered some variation of “we are being nice”.

If Sirius was planning on protesting further, it all died on his lips when you ducked your head down to press your nose against his jugular, nuzzling into the skin there. Marlene could almost feel the smile on your face despite it being hidden away – and she could see how Sirius positively melted into you, shoulders deflating as they came down to cradle you.

She looked over at Mary and Lily, quirking her brow in hopes of a response. Lily’s own knowing look must have been because she spotted the softening of her smile.

“There was something about moles and freckles,” she whispered conspiratorially. “I couldn’t really make it out.”

Marlene settled more comfortably against the bottom bed posts and tapped the side of her nose cheekily. “Careful, or something will make out.”

“I resent that,” Sirius quipped, somehow still tuned in. 

He was quickly interrupted by your hand sneaking up into his hair, pulling him down towards you. “I don’t,” you whispered loudly enough for Marlene to hear before bringing him in for a lazy kiss that completely transformed Sirius’ expression.

This time, it was Mary and Lily’s turn to giggle while Marlene fake-gagged. You joined in on the giggling as you broke apart from Sirius, twisting around in his arms to face your best friends, shaking your head at the practical joke.

Marlene thought it might not have been so funny to Sirius, who was currently burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Hi Marls,” you said sheepishly. “How are you?”

She let her head fall back as she cackled, shaking a jokingly chiding finger at you. “Cheeky minx. I would be better if I got to know what we’re laughing at.”

You didn’t have the decency to flush at her words, but your smile did brighten as you leaned further back against Sirius. “I was just counting the moles on his back. And apparently it tickled.”

“You can’t count them when you can’t even see them, baby,” Sirius said in a faux chiding voice, poking your side. He was a bit red, Marlene noted. 

“I don’t need to see them! I can feel them – plus, I know where most of them are. You’re just upset that you’re outed for being ticklish.”

Sirius shook his head at that and murmured something about “I’ll show you” before tightening his grip on you, rolling you over with seemingly no effort so that you were trapped between him and the wall. You let out a shriek that quickly developed into a loud laughter as Sirius got his revenge somehow.

Marlene dropped her chin to her chest, unable to suppress her big smile.

As she turned back towards Lily and Mary, chattering about their days and whatever loud thoughts were currently running through their minds, the sound of your and Sirius’ quiet giggles and soft murmurs became a pleasant background noise. As she sat there, lazily letting her foot fall off the bed and drag back and forth across the floor, Marlene felt at peace. 

Surrounded by friends in love is something many joke about being a terrible curse, but she felt nothing of that sort.

Marlene loved her friends and Marlene loved love – meaning that she was rather blessed right now.

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CARINAAAA 2K????? CONGRATSSSSSS

could i ask you to analyse bartylus with... potter!reader? 👀😳

THANK YOUUUUUUUU tihi<333 and of course you can lovely!

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i will ANALYSE poly!bartylus with potter!reader

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, references to black brothers trauma

this is james and sirius' best dream and worst nightmare handed to them on a platter

james' sibling dating regulus is literally something they have been dreaming, scheming and plotting of for years – "this is our chance to become brothers in law sirius!!!"

james' sibling dating barty crouch junior, batshit barty, the weird guy with the hair and the piercings and the tongue and the– please god no

"bubs please don't do this to me"

"i am not doing anything to you jamie, i'm just eating breakfast with my boyfriends"

"yeah, jamie, she's just eating breakfast with her boyfriends"

queue james and sirius having a joint seizure

though, i do think james eventually comes around, fuelled by that potter love and family loyalty, and he drags sirius with him into acceptance by the ear

while they might still grumble and sirius most definitely fakes throwing up at least once a day, they don't protest to barty going everywhere with them

(because barty is the only part of this they have a problem with)

(mcgonagall considers this karmic justice as she watches it all unfold in the great hall every day)

as for the couple itself, i think potter!reader and poly!bartylus would be a surprisingly healthy love story, despite the inevitable chaotic conception

firstly, the potter love is strong in reader and for you to shower them both in it would be a truly healing endeavor

the slytherin skittles have a lot of love to go around between them, but there is something about that brighter-than-the-sun, devoted, blinding, all-encompassing potter love that i think would just burn right through them and trigger every healing process

(much to both boys' initial fear and confusion)

secondly, the chaotic energy of someone who has grown up with james and been raised by effie and monty is the only one that can possibly match barty's unhingedness and adhd bursts

a potter!reader would also be rather grounded in a way that would help regulus keep barty managed – because that's an all-hands on deck type of situation

the dynamic in this trio would thus be rather balanced; equal parts fun, love and safety

not to mention that a potter!reader would be able to keep up with regulus and barty's verbal sparring – both regulus' jargon and academic debate-style and barty's snide comments and silly jokes

there are so many backgrounds for their dynamic that would make sense to me, so it's quite fun to play around with

i can see reader being affectionate to regulus because of sirius and him either being really fond of it or really adverse to it

depending on how resentful he is towards sirius and james at the time and how heavily he's clinging onto denial

either he's noticing her and feeling a warmth he can't quite explain OR he feels pitied or misunderstood and tries to run away at the sight of her

in the former case, barty would not want to be spending time with a potter voluntarily and tries to fight regulus on it until he meets you and becomes infatuated himself

in the latter case, barty would pick up on regulus' hesitance immediately (because he spends most of his time studying reg anyways)

and thus, both in a genuine attempt at helping him face reality and because he thinks it's hilarious, barty would be the one to seek out potter!reader when he's with regulus

thinking it will be a friendship for laughs but then oh. oh no. she's captivating.

alternatively, i can also see potter!reader seeing barty running around the castle being an absolute menace and going "that one. i want him."

(queue james pulling out his hair and marlene being concerned but still cackling loudly at the situation)

(because marlene would be a quasi-sister to potter!reader)

barty might at first lean into your attention and be like "haha this is going to mess with (james) potter so badly"

and then not even two minutes into talking with you he goes "fuck. it's going to mess with me"

it gives you and opportunity to get to know regulus outside of the whole situation with sirius and james and allows you to see him in a new light

when you're with barty and meet regulus, he's not somebody's traumatised little brother, he's the sarcastic and witty best friend – and that would do something to you

either way, bartylus have been in love for years on end without ever truly realising or acknowledging it

it's when potter!reader gets involved (in whatever way) that they understand "oh we're not just best friends, we're Best Friends, we're let's-spend-our-lives-together friends, which really is not friends at all"

(someone is bound to make comparisons between bartylus' and prongsfoot's belated realisations, and regulus will have to be held back from biting that person's head off)

the dynamic just works

chaotic but so passionately loyal

and we all know poly!bartylus would just be obsessed with her

mhm yeah i enjoy this. good food.

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congratulations my darling, you deserve thousands upon thousands of followers 🥺🥺 you are truly a poet, an artist, a master !!

if it's not too much, could i ask you to argue for domestic prompt #15 with our lovely boy remus lupin? 👉👈

STOP IT that is so sweet of you, i love you endlessly darling<33 big hug to you

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i will ARGUE for prompt 15 "odd socks" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fluff, fireplace, teasing/banter & wc: 1.5k

Remus could hear from the creaking of the floorboards upstairs that you had woken up at last. A small smile began to bloom on his face, not much unlike the winter sun that was peaking in through the sheer curtains of the living room.

The two of you had been spending the start of January at the Lupin household in Cardiff to look after its plants and animals while his parents travelled south to escape the cold. If Remus wasn't already certain that he intended to build a quiet life with you, he was now completely swallowed up by the idea, feeling as if he was living in a fairytale with you.

His aching back did not allow him to sleep for long, but you looked so heavenly when he fell asleep with you and woke up to you in the guest bedroom. The floral sheets looked stunning against your smooth skin, your hair splayed perfectly out across the pillow. It felt so natural, so domestic to spend these moments with you that Remus knew had it not been for his pain, he would have stayed swaddled up with you together.

Instead, he had the pleasure of lounging around this cabin-like home that his parents moved into during his last years at Hogwarts, wearing baggy and cosy checkered pants and a knitted jumper courtesy of his grandma. Remus took his time watering the various plants his mum fawned over, cleaning up the little messes he found and keeping the hearth alive to encourage some heat into the stubborn wooden floors.

Eventually he settled down in a plush armchair and picked up his knitting needles – gods, if James and Sirius could see him now, they would be laughing until they cried, calling him all sorts of names ranging from "senior citizen" to "GILF". Remus knew this because they had before. He rolled his eyes then and most certainly would do the same now, but a smile played over his lips at the thought nonetheless.

He picked knitting back up again whenever he went home, especially after he saw how you lit up when you found out he even knew how. The warmth that spread in his chest at the mere thought of maybe impressing you was enough to keep him speeding his way through this second sock he was working on.

It was while in the midst of a row, humming New Angels of Promise by Bowie absentmindedly to himself that he heard you wake up at last. He had set a kettle on earlier and prepared a fruit bowl for breakfast, but wanted to wait for you. He would have happily done so for many more hours if it meant he was about to be blessed with the sight of your freshly woken up face.

Descending the stairs while yawning, you turned the corner to the living room and Remus got to see what he had longed for – you, in his oversized t-shirt with messy hair and sleepy eyes.

"G'morning, dove." The smile was both audible in his tone and very visible on his face.

Your eyes locked on his and you returned his expression tenfold. "Good morning, handsome." Your voice was hoarse with sleep, which apparently came as a surprise to you by the widening of your eyes at the sound.

You both burst into quiet giggles.

He turned his face up towards yours, fingers stilling on the needles, waiting and hoping for a kiss; you were never one to deny him. With the smile still plastered over your lips, you pressed yours against his and he breathed you in while beckoning you closer by the softening of his lips and touch.

He hummed happily until you pulled away, taking a few steps away from him to stand directly in front of the fireplace.

"Where'd you go?" He asked with a pout that was only half in jest, making you roll your eyes fondly.

"I just escaped my cocoon, it's freezing out here in comparison," you stated matter-of-factly, wrapping your arms around yourself. While he was sure the warmth was quite nice, Remus was also overly aware of how close to the smoldering fire you were.

"Come here and I'll warm ya up." His tone was equal parts teasing and joyful as he properly set his knitting aside to open his arms to you.

You didn't need to be asked twice. With a grin that just screamed of lovestruckness in a way that made Remus' blood sing and twirl, you climbed into his lap, tucking your feet beneath his pajama-clad thigh.

One of his hands immediately settled around your waist, while the other began to rub up and down your thigh, over your knee, warming the cold and exposed skin beneath your shorts.

When he looked at where your feet were hiding beneath his leg, Remus couldn't help but laugh.

"Dovey," he said, almost chiding but a bit too happy to sound convincing. "Of course you're cold, you're walking around wearing just one sock!"

You looked down, eyebrows already shooting up and mouth opening to defend yourself. "I couldn't find the other one! This cabin requires big wool socks, and I could only find one half of the pair."

Remus' cheeks heated at the realisation, and his tone immediately switches from faux chiding to sheepish. "You mean the blue ones?"

Your eyes narrowed on him. "Yeah? The mate to the one sock I am wearing?"

Remus let his arm around you come up so he could twirl your hair between his fingers. "Sorry dove, that might be on me. I might have borrowed your sock."

While you desperately wanted to keep up the banter, you could not help but break character and laugh heartily at how chastised he looked already, cupping both of his cheeks and squeezing them hard before pressing quick kisses in succession to his lips. "You silly silly man," you murmured. "What are you even doing with my sock?"

Remus melted into your touch, smiling dopily at your attention. He looked sideways towards his knitting needles placed on the coffee table to the right of the armchair. "I might have used it... for reference?"

Your brows furrowed in interest and you dropped his hand in favour of looking in the same direction he was. The cooing sound that escaped you at what you found was one that James and Sirius also would have bullied you relentlessly for – Remus was beginning to realise how lucky you both were to be in private.

"Love, are you knitting me a pair of socks?" you asked in reverence, letting your hand ghost over the delicate yarn in your favourite colour.

"Well, you said you should have packed more thick socks before we came here, so." Remus shrugged, trying to downplay the significance of the act. 

You didn't let him, of course.

You melted further into his side as you picked up the one half of the pair that he had already finished, feeling how soft it was to the touch, how beautiful it looked against your skin. When you turned your head towards him, your faces were mere millimetres apart. "How did I get so lucky with you, hm?"

"Must have been a gift from the universe," he agreed readily, already leaning in for a kiss before you could claim it for yourself.

These slow morning kisses that were all softness, cosy fabric and cold skin cemented Remus' love for you beyond just his heart, it became ingrained into his bones and nerves.

You came apart just so you could put on the finished sock. Remus shook his head and laughed at you. "Darling, they're not finished."

"This one is!" You pulled the sock all the way up on your exposed foot, lifting it so he could see how much of a perfect fit it is. "You can continue using the one you stole as reference, and I'll break this one in in the meantime."

The sight of you with mis-matched wool socks, one of which he made, while placed so prettily in his lap was one Remus worked overtime to commit to memory and never forget. "You're an odd one, you know that?" He smiled the whole way through the sentence.

You returned it in full. "Yeah," you admitted breathlessly. "And you are the sock thief who is in love with me."

Remus pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Is it really classified as thievery if I return it and give you another pair?"You murmured a "shut up" as you chased his lips for more, laughing heartily against him.

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HIIII CARINA!! BIGGEST CONGRATS ON 2K!!! you are so amazing and your writing is so so beautiful!! you are the most deserving of such a huge milestone <333

i was wondering if you could argue regulus black with number 24 from the aus list? he is very dear to me, your honor <33

HIIII SWEET ANON!! thank you so so much, you are just so awfully kind<33 giving you a big smooch and a little bit of reggie xx this will be the "soulmates cannot injure one another" au !

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i will ARGUE for prompt 24 "soulmate au" with regulus black

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cw: gn!reader, black family trauma, implied childhood physical abuse, acid, somewhat sunshine!reader

wc: 2k (i will write short drabbles she said. they will be less than 1.5k she said. girl.)

Regulus knew he should tell you, and he knew he should do so soon – Sirius had even gone as far as to say he had to tell you. 

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he had no idea how.

Soulmates always felt so foreign to him growing up, some abstract concept he could not apply to the realities he saw around him. Someone who was destined to choose you and to love you, to the extent where it would be physically impossible for them to hurt or injure you in any capacity. No matter what he did, no matter how many nights he laid up thinking it over or how many books he devoured to understand it, Regulus could not make sense of it.

Even years later, when he had at last processed that love in and of itself should mean you could never harm the other, without any cosmic intervention, he had felt as if that was simply not a possibility for him.

Until Potions class.

Until his lovely, warm, capable – though, perhaps a bit clumsy in this instance – deskmate accidentally spilled an acidic potion all over his left hand. Until he was only frightened by the terror in your gasp and not any sensation spreading over his skin. Until he had to shield his hand from view and pretend to go to the infirmary immediately, because he was entirely, wholly unscathed. 

Now he has spent an entire week hiding his hand from view lest anyone see his distinct lack of scarring. He has also spent three whole days hiding from his concerned older brother who at last demanded to see his hand and whose eyebrows shot up farther than they should have been able to when Regulus’ hand remained silky smooth.

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he could not.

Because out of any person he had ever met in his life, you were the one he would have begged at Heaven’s gates to have as his soulmate if he had believed himself to possess one. For the first few days he wondered if you being his soulmate was perhaps the reason why he felt so strongly about it, but that was not fathomable enough for him. 

You had always caught his eye, with your laugh and your eyes and your atmosphere. Not once in his whole time at Hogwarts had he walked into a room you were in without noticing you immediately. That could not be chalked up to your apparent soulmate bond; not when your intellect, beauty and aura spoke for themselves as clearly as they did. 

Regulus was certain everyone noticed you, because how could they not?

Regulus being Regulus, though, never did much with that warm feeling in his chest. He let you live and admired you from a distance. You once told him you didn’t even know he remembered your name before Slughorn assigned you as deskmates, his face schooled into indifference as always. That never made sense to him either.

As deskmates, whatever connection you had blossomed. Regulus began to consider you a friend, perhaps even one he would dare call dear. You said the same, but he thought you kind enough to embrace everyone as a friend.

It was because of your kindness and his previous determination to admire you from a distance that he felt he could not tell you. It would be cruel, not to mention ironic. He had joked many a time that you should be more assertive of your boundaries, that you should not allow just about anyone into your life – at the time you had both laughed, but he also meant it. Your openness was something he admired, but also feared, for your sake. You might just end up with the worst of the worst because you thought you could rearrange its letters.

Regulus knew his letters needed rearranging, and he feared you would believe it your task just because the universe said so. What did the universe know?

Despite his many minutes of internal monologue trying to gear him towards confessing, he was increasingly deciding not to. The more he let himself think, the further he spiralled, and guilt and selfishness took over his every cognitive ability.

Because if you accepted Regulus’ hand just because you were too kind not to, his heart might break. It would be selfish, but he was selfish, and he could not help it.

“Regulus?”

Fuck. 

Turns out when you hide away in the owlery for bordering on an hour to gather yourself and deal with your thoughts, others might catch on. And who else but you would be attentive enough to catch up on his absence and deduce where he was?

Regulus pulled his robes down over his hands and turned his head around towards the door with a half-smile, still leaning against the windowsill with both elbows. “Oh, hi, love. What are you doing here?”

You stood in the doorway smiling brightly, leaning a head against its frame. “I was about to ask you that very same question. I haven’t seen you at all this week, not since Potions. Are you still certain you’re alright?”

You walked towards him as you spoke and despite the sweetness of your words, something about the intensity of your gaze made Regulus feel like he was being cornered. He remained rigid still, following your movements without ever breaking eye contact. You hoisted yourself up into the wide window sill, thigh dangerously close to his elbow.

He pressed his clothed hands further to his chest and held your gaze steadily, schooling his face as much as possible. “Yes,” he almost whispered. “Like I said, I’m alright, I swear it. Pomfrey caught it early. I really don’t want you to worry about it, it wasn’t your fault.”

You bobbed your head side to side and narrowed your eyes at something outside the window. “It was kind of my fault, and as your deskmate I’m all but legally obligated to worry.” You turned your face back towards him with a blinding, almost cheeky smile. “I, uhm, that’s why I stopped by Pomfrey’s too, actually. After. Legal obligation to check up on you with the matron herself.” 

If it wasn’t for the fire blazing in his face, Regulus was certain his blood would have frozen in his veins. He didn’t blink or swallow, still as a statue as his gaze settled on the space between his elbow and your thigh. 

“She said she hadn’t seen you that day,” you continued, your voice still light and airy. Not accusatory, not upset. Knowing. “Though, you already knew that, of course.”

Regulus cleared his throat forcefully. “Sorry, lo– just, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, hating not having control in a situation, much less so over his own words. “I managed to heal up rather quickly on my own.”

It was a weak explanation, but he had no idea how to explain walking scot-free away from that situation without a healer. You seemed to agree with him because you laughed a little, bumping into his elbow purposefully to catch his attention.

When he looked up to meet your eyes, mirth was dancing in them, your lips drawn taut. “See, at first, I wondered if maybe we didn’t make the potion correctly – which would have been odd for us, but you know, it can happen to anyone. That it wasn’t acidic enough to actually make any injury. I only noticed when I got back to my own dorms that the splash was larger than I originally thought. I just saw the potion hit your hand and focused on that, but turns out my own robes were all burnt through.” You lifted your right arm to show how your sleeve had scattered holes from where drops of acidic potion hit it. “So, clearly it was effective enough to make some harm. And I was thinking and turning it over, how we possibly could not have been hurt.”

Regulus cut off your speech with the strangled noise that escaped his throat at the confrontation. “Y/N…” 

Again, he was not looking at you, but you bumped his elbow one more time. With a deep breath, he rose to his full height to look at you. “Have you pieced two and two together yet?” Your voice was gentle, not an ounce of mockery in it, or even expectation. Just wonder.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.” 

Regulus felt as if it was not him saying the words, as if this was happening to someone else. His movements were slow like they would have been when submerged in water, but there was a flame slowly lighting in his chest. 

Your expression grew a bit timid, small smile spreading. “Does it? Make sense, I mean?”

He understood what you were asking, but he could not understand why you were. Of all the things to react to in this situation, of all the things to be unhappy about. He wanted to say no, he wanted to say “you deserve better” but none of those words passed his lips.

“I– I think so.” An involuntary upward twitch of the corners of his lips. “Or at least, I hope so.”

“It makes sense to me,” you whispered. “If I’m honest with you, I have been hoping for it for quite some time.”

“Is that why you spilled the potion on me?” Even as Regulus spoke he began to laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood despite being aware that it was mostly his hesitation keeping it down.

You pretended like you were about to kick him for it, beautiful laughter spilling past your lips. “Don’t be mean to me, Regulus Black. Just because you can’t hurt me physically doesn’t mean you can’t wound me.”

He furrowed his brows and took a step closer to you, almost standing between your legs where you were sitting on the ledge. “Aren’t you scared of that?” There was more vulnerability in his voice than he would usually allow, but with you, it just felt right. “That I’ll… wound you? I’m not a good person.”

Your smile turned sad. He had a funny feeling that it was for him and not because of him. “I’m not. There is nothing to be scared of.” You said it so matter-of-factly, as if this was a universal truth. “You don’t get to decide if you’re a good person or not, your actions define that for you. And yours have been nothing but kind.”

When he tried to look down at his feet, abashedly, you stretched your hand out in front of you, an offering for him to take.

Ever so slowly he retracted his left hand from his robes and gently placed it in yours, palm against palm. He managed to just barely catch glimpse of the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of his unscarred skin. You squeezed his hand with your own.

“We don’t have to act on it, if you don’t want to.” The tone of your voice had changed, it was much more subdued, uncertain. “Lots of people don’t. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Do you want to not act on it?” Regulus knew it was cruel to turn the question back to you, to force you to be the first to make such a confession. As previously stated, he was selfish. He knew that, even if you didn’t yet.

You held his gaze unwaveringly and spoke the scariest and most beautiful word he had ever heard: “No.”

At last, a full-fledged smile fought to spread across his face as he huffed a laugh. “That makes two of us, then.”

He would have lived through the terror of voicing his feelings out loud a thousand times over for the pure joy he saw light up in your eyes at that. “Yeah?” You pulled him closer by your joined hands, your smile was all teeth.

“Yeah.” He spoke breathlessly, finally stepping in between your legs, faces inches away from each other. “I don’t know how to do this. But I do know that I want to do it with you.”

Regulus had been kissed before, or at least so he thought. He had never been kissed like this, though, and he never would by anyone else again.

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Hiii congrats on 2k🎉🥳

Could i ask for a moonwater + hospital AU ?

thank youuu🫶🏼

hiii lovie, thank you for a moonwater request! they have my heart<3

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i will ARGUE for prompt 8 "hospital au" with poly!moonwater

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cw: gn!reader, muggle au, doctor!regulus, established relationship, remus' lycanthropy is replaced with (implied) ehlers-danlos syndrome, mild injury

wc: 0.7k

“How's my favourite patient doing?”

Your head jerked up from where it had been resting on Remus' shoulder at the sound of your boyfriend's melodic, teasing voice, smile already tugging at your lips – it always did, in his presence. Remus was a tad bit more sheepish where he sat beside you, but you could feel him melting from Regulus' warmth too.

“I think dove's alright, aren't you?” Remus said, turning to you as if you were the patient in question.

You shook your head fondly and squeezed his thigh. “I would be doing better if we could get your ankle in a cast or something.”

Remus gave in and dropped his chin to his chest in defeat, but his shoulders shook with morbid laughter. Regulus walked in from where he had been standing in the doorway to your little waiting room at A&E, dropping into a crouching position before your chairs to catch Remus' avoidant eye. He flipped his little notice board over to be clutched under his shoulder so that he could settle his hand on top of yours on Remus' thigh. The act was equal parts attractive and endearing.

“If you wanted to come visit me at work, amour, you could have just called.” Despite his teasing his thumb brushed over from your knuckles to Remus' corduroy. “Did you do anything to your ankle or is it just throwing a fit again?”

Remus looked up at him through his eyelashes and a tuft of tawny hair that fell into his eyes. You made a cooing sound from the back of your throat and brushed it aside with your free hand, not missing the involuntary smile that spread over his lips at the display of affection.

“You see, Reggie, I made the awful mistake of trying to walk up the stairs in our flat.” Remus deadpanned at the statement, clearly cross with his own body for betraying him.

Regulus' lips turned down into a light frown. “Without your crutches?”

The look in Remus' eyes told you that this could turn into another disagreement of "I just wanted to move freely in my own body" and "without the proper precautions, your body will just make you suffer more" that you thought no one needed a rehashing of. You turned more sideways in your seat to face both boys properly, placing a hand on Regulus' shoulder in his crouched position.

“He rolled his ankle again,” you offered softly. “Quite badly. I don't know if he needs tape or that plastic cast again, you two are the professionals here.”

“Probably the cast,” Remus murmured, not meeting either of your eyes. As a physical therapist he did know better – but you empathised with the need for freedom every now and again.

Regulus seemed to soften at your touch and Remus' obvious plight. “Oh, mes amours,” he said in that soft tone he only ever saved for you. “I'll go get the equipment ready and then I'll patch you right back up, okay? I'll ask Dorcas if we're good for me heading home a bit earlier.”

All of Remus' self-pity washed away as his head perked up in concern. “You don't have to do that–”

Regulus cut him off by palming his cheek softly and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I want to, my dear.” He then turned to you with a cheeky expression before kissing your nose in similar fashion. “Can't leave this one alone with you for too long, it would be a violation of my oath to do no harm.”

The scoff that escaped Remus was closer to being classified as a laugh as he rolled his eyes fondly. “I think I've got dove covered,” he said faux-crossly, stretching his arm around your shoulders to pull you further into his side.

“That you have.” Regulus winked at the both of you right before turning the corner. 

You couldn't wait for him to come back into view – and you knew Remus couldn't, either.

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PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS i've been ACHING to see you expand upon farmer!remus !!!! explain yourself mother, we all need to see a glimpse of him 😫

and of course, big congrats on getting 2k followers!! you deserve that and so much more

thank you so so much for your love darling, and THANK YOU for asking about my farmer!remus because i have been thinking about him constantly:,))

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i will EXPLAIN farmer!remus

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farmer!remus who was simply fed up with the wizarding world and all of its complexities and hostilities, so as soon as peace allowed him, he moved back home to cardiff and took over an aging great uncle's small farm

farmer!remus who always preferred the company of animals over those of humans because he did not risk being deceived or used by them

farmer!remus who is in turn universally loved by animals – they approach him and cuddle up against him without him needing to do anything at all, much to other's (faux) chagrin

farmer!remus who is awfully kind despite his reserved attitude, callouses and weathered, scarred face; the type of kindness that lights the candles of all he meets

farmer!remus who has the floo network set up in the hearth of his living room in the cabin-like farm house so that the few people he consider family can come and go as they please

farmer!remus whose found family love stopping by to help him during harvesting or birthing seasons, having it be made into a big bonding event

farmer!remus who revels in the peace he can find only at his farm, but who also risks isolating himself too much (which the marauders remind him of)

farmer!remus who chats with the animals as he goes about his day as if they are equal companions, because to him they are

farmer!remus whose accent gets thicker and more defined since moving back to wales, after years of it being watered down at hogwarts and london

farmer!remus who primarily has animals for their products and not for slaughter, focusing instead on vegetables, flowers, wool, etc.

farmer!remus who grows sells his products at the farmer's market in the town over instead of supplying them to bigger grocery chains

farmer!remus who tries to keep his prices as low as possible and donates as much as he can, despite it at times negatively affecting him

farmer!remus who takes notice of the loveliest person who always stops by his booth at the market, complimenting his dedication, style craftsmanship, you name it

farmer!remus who begins setting up at more farmer's markets than he really needs to, just in the hopes of seeing you there

farmer!remus who begins telling his sheep about you with an absentminded smile on his face

farmer!remus who stumbles over his words in your presence, but grows more assured in being himself with you when your conversations never falter

farmer!remus who gives you a flower every time you stop by his booth, before he eventually has the courage to ask you out with a full bouquet

farmer!remus who names every single one of his animals, no matter what

farmer!remus who gets a passion for woodworking through his farm as he insists on building everything he needs himself

farmer!remus who mentions in passing once how the manual labour makes his joints hurt, only to officially and hopelessly fall for you when you unpromptedly hand him a cream the next time you see each other that supposedly alleviates joint pain

farmer!remus who spins and dyes his own yarn from the wool he collects from his sheep that he gifts his mum and uses in his own fibre projects

farmer!remus who in his spare time knits green baby hats for the local NICU with yarn from his own farm

farmer!remus who is an absolute sweetheart that chose the life he deserved and had it become a hundred times better when you waltzed into it with an endearing smile

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Helloooo mrs. carina!!!!! Hope you’re having the happiest of 2ks :))) I’ve been trying to summon up the best idea I could possibly think of these past few days for you and I’ve realized I have quite a dry imagination😭 but this is what I’ve thinked up

I’d like to request an analyze for Remus x ballerina reader… I think he especially would respect the control a ballerina would have over their body (not to be angsty but it would of course something he envies considering his situation)

mrs. carina?? thinking up creative ideas specifically for me??? oh darling you are the SWEETEST, thank you so much for this little gift<333 giving you a HUGE forehead smooch

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i will ANALYSE remus lupin x ballerina!reader

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, remus' mental health issues, implied reader mild mental health struggles, lycanthropy/chronic pain

remus lupin is a studious lover – once he falls for someone, he notices everything about them, down to the very details

with a ballerina!reader, this would include seeing ballet in everything they do

he is drawn to elegance and precision in an almost religious sense, viewing it as something holy and greater-than that he doesn't quite deserve to witness yet selfishly chooses to watch anyway

remus would notice how you flex your fingers a certain way, how you always position your feet as if you are about to dance

he sees the tension in your shoulders and thighs from practice, he sees how it went when you come back from it based on the minuscule tightenings around your lips and eyes

it would make him all the more infatuated

as if he is unearthing a treasure, peeling back the petals of a rose

remus in love always feels like he is holding something delicate and ballerina!reader would both prove him right and wrong

they would show him their elegance but also their inherent strength

he hates feeling as if he needs to be taken care of in any way, but butterflies would be going crazy in his stomach if you ever displayed that strength by opening a heavy door for him on a cane-day or by picking up the mountain of books from the library with ease

it is what would prompt him to start calling you dove – you're graceful and gorgeous, but highly intelligent and practical

there would definitely be a certain envy within remus regarding the precise control you exercised over your own body

not anything he held against you, more so against himself, comparing himself in ways that simply are not necessary or realistic

this applies both in terms of his lycanthropy and chronic illness in a muggle au

the envy is especially strong pre-relationship when he is admiring you from afar and it feels as if you have everything pieced together so perfectly

it is only when he gets closer to you and sees more of the immense pressures you are under and how you're both physically and metaphorically shaking beneath it, that he realises how much of a facade it really is

to see that it doesn't come easy to you either simultaneously heals something within him and encourages him to be even sweeter to you

you might have been concerned that remus realising that it doesn't come easy to you would ruin your "appeal" – that he wouldn't find you as mesmerising if he knew you had to fight for your achievments

but in reality, this is what would cement his affections as love

remus adores elegance and perfection, but he trusts the humanity behind it all, the chaos within

if he thought you flawless, he would likely never be able to feel entirely comfortable in your presence, as if he couldn't rest in the presence of a deity

with this new knowledge, he would still consider you perfect, though, because – as cliche as it might sound – you were perfect to him and something for him to worship

but now he could hold you in his arms and be assured that you were human

which meant you could be his

if you chose to continue pursuing ballet professionally, remus would be your biggest cheerleader

not to mention your biggest anchor, ensuring that you're checking in on your body and not neglecting your health

"you'll not get there faster if you overextend your knees, dove"

"they don't give out medals for dancing on broken ankles, my love"

he would come to your recitals, your auditions, would get the ritual down to a t for you

in a muggle au, i often picture him working within healthcare and he would use all of his tips and tricks on you

though, if you were to only keep doing ballet as a hobby or even retire, he would hold your hand through the process and support you in whatever you may need

he knows what it is like to grieve your body's capabilities, so if you one day couldn't continue anymore, he would help you navigate the pain gently

he would be the shoulder for you to cry on and the partner who explored new hobbies and passions with you

again, healing a part of himself through you

remus lupin would fall in love with ballerina!reader in school while admiring your elegance and grace from afar, but he would stay for the dove he found in your heart to cultivate a life with