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Welcome to Day 1 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ Down on all fours (demanding more) by the_prettiest_wolf_star
Ships: Marlene McKinnon/Sirius Black, Marlene McKinnon/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: E
Summary:
A spiked drink starts Sirius' heat while Remus is too far away to provide any relief. So he turns to his best friend for help.
🕯 one more time by @takenbytheview
Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Neville Longbottom
Rating: M
Summary:
The first time Pansy Parkinson looks in his window is an accident.
Or: Four evenings in Hogsmeade, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Tortured Poets Department album.
🗝is it something I did? by sun_litsoul (art)
Ship: Regulus Black & Sirius Black
Rating: Gen
Summary:
Sirius and Regulus made a pinky promise that they would always stay together.
But with time passing the promise got broken and all that is left is the question "is it something I did?"
📜 Tell Me Something by Hope_Belle
Ship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Rating: M
Summary:
Two years after the war, the Ministry launched The Cultural Reconciliation Initiative, anonymously assigning a Muggle-born to a convicted Death Eater for regular correspondence as a part of their probation.
Hermione is locked away in her secret garden of books and predictability, enrolled in The Healer Academy in Edinburgh and set on being normal.
Draco has never been normal but after standing trial, discovering Muggle London, and befriending Neville Longbottom of all people, he's even less so. Studying for his Potions Mastery in Paris was always a part of the plan but realizing his anonymous pen pal is Hermione Granger? That was certainly not.
🖌 The Tortured Poets Department by @whoopsiesnodaisies
Ship: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rita Skeeter
Rating: T
Summary:
Rita Skeeter is a broke journalist and all she wants is a good story and a paycheck. She catches the eye of Bellatrix Black and ends up far more invested and intrigued than she had ever planned to be.
But at the end of the day, she's a journalist, and she has a job to do.
𓇢𓆸 turn your back on mother nature by @poetskings
Ship: Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
The first thing he notices is the beach view. For what the shitty motel cost, it’s really quite stunning. The sea is rough but welcoming, a deep, dark blue that contrasts with the red flags fluttering in the light breeze.
Regulus makes his way over to the window, opening it and feeling the breeze wisp through his hair, so soft it feels like a caress. Hello, it says, are you ready for what comes next?
Or, James has been chasing storms for as long as he's known what a storm is, and Regulus is his favourite one to chase.
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Christmas is around the corner! 🎅🏼🪄 Not really, but for me it definitely is! I have been working on this cool project: making two Christmas Card sets for the holidays. I wanted to create my own collection featuring the Wizarding World atmosphere around Christmas, as well as my original Winter Wonderland theme ❄️☃️
I am in the process of turning these designs into postcards as we speak. Updates will follow very soon! ✨🎄✉️🧙♀️
#illustration#harrypotteruniverse#illustrator#hogwarts#characterdesign#harrypotterart#characterart#harrypotterdesign#characterdesignsheets#christmasathogwarts#christmascards#christmascollection#christmasaroundthecorner#christmas#magicalchristmas#holidays#holidaygifts#christmascheer#illustratedchristmascards#illustratedproducts#smallbusinessowner#smallbusinessshop#artshop#harrypotterfandom#marauderschristmas#maraudersfandom#marauders#goldentriochristmas#goldentrio#golden trio era
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Tell me why they are so Barty and Evan coded bitches
#I’m wayyy to deep into the maraudersfandom#the marauders fandom#the marauders#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#rosekiller#garfeild#the garfield movie
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Toe The Line
Pairing: Barty Crouch Junior x Reader
Summary: Barty's relentless flirting with you comes to a head one evening in the Slytherin common room when you confront him.
Words: 4.2k
Warnings: not proofread, let's be clear this is maraudersfandom!barty with part-dyed-acid-green-hair, shy!reader kinda, flirting, insinuations, make-out session, teasing, all that stuff
Note: i do not feel like this does barty my love my life justice, but i have to start pumping out barty fics to get comfortable with him. so! here you go mwah
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It was one of those icy nights in the Slytherin common room, where the air was sharp but the fire crackled invitingly, casting playful shadows over the lush green velvet couches. You were sprawled on one end of the sofa, leg propped onto Regulus' shoulder as he sat on the floor, flipping through another pretentious novel of his. Barty sat on the other side of the two-seater, watching you as you flipped through your Transfiguration notes like they held the secrets of the universe. The room buzzed with a quiet chatter. You were half-listening to Evan enthusiastically recounting the latest Quidditch practice to Dorcas, who looked thoroughly unimpressed but still indulged him.
Barty, carelessly draped across the cushions, peered over your shoulder and into your notes, as if to check if they were more worthy of your attention. To no one's surprise, he didn't think so. He always managed to hover around you, like a moth drawn to your flame, whether it was leaning over your shoulder to whisper something devilish or positioning himself within your line of sight to make faces at you. Tonight, all it seemed he wanted was your undivided attention – which you were intent on not giving him.
“You’re ignoring me, Treasure,” Barty drawled, the familiar lilt of amusement in his voice. You didn’t need to turn around to envision the lazy, reckless grin that could disarm even the most stubborn of hearts.
“I’m studying,” you replied, still engrossed in your notes. “You should really give it a go sometime.”
He scoffed, swinging one leg over the edge of the couch. “Come off it. You know I don’t need to study.”
Regulus muttered from below you, flipping a page in his book, “You just like to show off.”
Barty tilted his head back, a smug smile stretching across his lips. “It’s not showing off when you just naturally excel at everything.”
Evan erupted into a loud laugh from across the room, cutting his own rant off. “Merlin, if there is anything you've studied, Junior, it's how to be insufferable!”
“You love me,” Barty shot back smoothly, a playful glint in his eye.
No one could in their right mind argue against that.
Dorcas rolled her eyes, exchanging a look with you that was practically screaming he’s ridiculous. You stifled a grin, still pretending to focus on your notes while Barty’s gaze lingered like a heatwave over you.
"Don't you, Treasure?" he teased, his voice dropping to that familiar, sultry tone that always sent a shiver down your spine as you immediately readied another quip to calm it down.
“It is true what they say: you’re delusional,” you said, not even glancing at him.
“Maybe,” he mused, kicking off the arm of the couch to slide closer to your side of the already small couch. You felt the heat radiating from him before you even saw him, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned over, pretending to inspect your notes like he actually cared about Transfiguration.
"But you haven’t denied it," he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you caught it.
Finally, you looked up, meeting his eyes, which sparkled with chaotic energy but held something deeper – a secret simmering just beneath the surface. You opened your mouth to retort, but Regulus tapped your knee still draped over him with his quill.
“If you two are going to flirt,” Regulus interjected, barely glancing up from his book, “take it outside my personal space, would you?”
A soft snort came from Evan, and Dorcas just grinned, clearly more entertained by this than Evan's ramblings.
“Who said we were flirting?” Barty countered, casually slinging an arm around your shoulders as if to make a point. “Treasure here is actually absolutely laser-focused on her studies. She will become a professor if we don't watch out for her.”
You rolled your eyes, giving Barty's body a shove with your own. It was not lost on Regulus, though, that you leaned into his side after the shove, seemingly on instinct.
This was classic Barty – always encroaching on personal space, always testing the boundaries between friendship and something a bit more electric. It never meant anything, though
Evan caught your eye, a mischievous smirk creeping onto his face. “If that’s your definition of studying, I must be doing it all wrong. Dorcas, wanna study with me in my dorm later?”
This led to Evan earning his own shove, though much harsher than the one you had given Barty, and for both Regulus and Dorcas to say ew in unison through their laughter.
“Maybe you should head to your dorm; y'know I like you much better when you focus on your own sodding business, Rosier." Barty barked out a laugh at your comment, unnecessarily loudly, but funny to you all the same.
“Touchy, touchy,” Evan replied, but his teasing was always good-natured in this odd little family of friends.
Barty kept his arm around you as the banter continued, and despite your best efforts to maintain an air of indifference, you couldn’t ignore the way your skin tingled under his touch. If you didn't know better, you could have sworn you heard his breath hitch when your hand settled on his knee, rubbing circles with your fingertips.
As the evening wore on, the common room began to thin out. Regulus was the first to excuse himself, ever the model of discipline when it came to sleep. Your leg was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, earning him an oi! from Barty and a kick from you that he just barely dodged. Evan followed suit, muttering something about needing to “wake up at a decent hour for once.” Dorcas lingered for a moment, chatting about Herbology homework before she too yawned and slipped off to bed, leaving you and Barty alone by the fire.
It was nothing new for the two of you to be the last ones awake, always having more to talk about together. After midnight, the common room transformed – quieter, more intimate, like it was cocooned away from the rest of the world. You both preferred it that way.
"Finally," Barty sighed, slumping back against the couch, and consequently you, stretching out his legs over the edge of the seat. “I thought Ev would never stop talking.”
You chuckled softly, finally putting your parchment aside. “You could’ve told him to shut it. I know you're not above that."
Barty smirked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Where’s the fun in that?”
"I remember quite a few times where you have found it hilarious to tell someone to shut the hell up."
"Yeah, well, maybe I'm taking a more peaceful path. Your stupid homework-doing righteous self is rubbing off on me." Barty flashed you a smile that you instinctively reciprocated.
"Nah, don't think peaceful and Barty can exist in the same sentence."
He knew it to be true, he thrived on chaos – letting moments unravel just to see what would happen next. It was a double-edged sword; you adored that spark in him, but it often left you exasperated.
Once the others drifted off, the atmosphere shifted palpably. It was always like this between the two of you – lighter, sure, but also heavier in a way that pressed against your chest. The playful banter flowed effortlessly, yet beneath it simmered a tension that had been thickening over the last few months.
"I mean it though," Barty continued. "You’re way too serious these days." His gaze fixed on you with that familiar gleam in his eye, with perhaps a smidge of worry beneath it. No one knew you like Barty, and he could switch between jokingly obnoxious and pointedly observant in seconds.
You arched an eyebrow, fighting the urge to smile. “Me? Serious? You must be mistaking me for someone who doesn’t have a sense of fun.”
“Always with your nose buried in a book, always playing it safe.” He leaned in closer, that lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “You didn’t used to be such a stick in the mud.”
"I also didn't used to be in my last year. Things count now, B."
"Nothing ever really counts though, do they?" He started smiling halfway through his sentence, just knowing you were about to roll your eyes at him in a fashion only Regulus can outdo.
“I’m just not reckless like you,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “There’s a fine line between adventurous and asking for a detention’s worth of trouble.”
Barty’s grin only stretched wider. “You love it when I’m reckless. Admit it.”
There it was again, that playful dare in his tone, like every word was a challenge wrapped in an invitation. You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. “One of these days, you are going to drag me into some real trouble, and I won't love you very much then.”
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe. But you’ll still be right there beside me, won’t you, Treasure?”
Barty was always pushing boundaries to see how far he could go before you drew the line. But there was something intense and raw in the way he was looking at you now, making your heart race faster than it should.
“I'll always be there with you, don't be stupid," you huffed, wanting to change the subject. You broke eye contact, staring off into the embers left in the fireplace.
"I know." He just smiled, unaffected by your attitude.
"You’re impossible,” you countered.
That Barty wasn’t about to let slide. "If I'm so unbearable, why don't you go up to your dorm, hm?" He raised his eyebrow in a challenge.
“Only because I’m too lazy to walk back to the dorms.” You picked at your nail beds absentmindedly.
“Liar,” he said softly, putting his hand on top of yours to stop the torment of your skin.
You were about to shoot him a glare, but the retort you had in mind faltered when you met his gaze. The playful glimmer had vanished, replaced by something sharper, more intimate. He shifted in his seat to be angled more towards you, leaning in closer, the heat radiating from him making your mind race.
“It's okay to want to spend your nights with me, Treasure. There's nothing I'd like more,” he murmured, the challenge evident in his low tone.
Your heart stuttered. The closeness made it nearly impossible to think straight. You wanted to volley back with a witty comeback, something that would break the tension, but the words stuck in your throat.
Barty’s smirk softened into something more vulnerable, like he was waiting for you to take the plunge. It was an unspoken invitation, daring you to either push him away or draw him in.
You swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing heavily between you. “Stop flirting with me, Barty,” you whispered, barely audible. “I might start believing it.”
For once, he looked confused. It was hard not to revel in it, though the moment had you reeling.
"You think I’m not serious?" he asked, the playful lilt gone, replaced by sincerity. It wasn't necessarily rare for Barty to drop the bravado around you, but it still made your chest clutch when he did. It made everything feel a bit too real.
Your breath caught as you held his gaze, his eyes scanning yours, searching for something.
"Barty..." you began, but the words floundered. What were you really trying to say? That this was risky? That you didn’t want to lose what you had? Or was it possible you were craving this – craving him – in a way that exceeded your playful banter, the lighthearted flirting you knew he shared with most friends of his.
"Yes, love?"
"What happened to Treasure?" you tease, trying to regain some control of the situation.
Barty’s lips curled into the faintest smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You never have minded when I called you Treasure, have you?" he said, his voice dropping lower, softer. “Not when it’s just us. Not even when everyone else is around.”
"It's all just fun. Sweet." You deflect and deflect, both verbally and internally.
He leaned in closer, eyes locked on yours, daring you to say something, anything. His hand travelled from his side to caress your neck. "Is this fun, Treasure? Go on. Tell me to stop."
You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and tantalisingly close. Your mind raced, grasping for the right words to break the tension, but all you could think about was how effortless it would be to close the distance between you.
He smiled at you, and it felt warm.
“You’re different with me,” he mused, his tone thoughtful, like he was just realising the truth of it. "You let me in, even when you pretend you don’t."
You wanted to argue, to throw up your usual walls, but he wasn’t wrong. You were different with him. You allowed him to cross lines that you wouldn’t let anyone else dare to tread. Maybe that’s why you felt so exposed now, his gaze piercing through your defences – like he already knew the answer to a question you hadn’t even formed yet.
You tore your gaze away, focusing on the flames flickering in the hearth. “This is stupid,” you muttered, more to yourself than him.
Barty chuckled softly, the sound warm and low, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper that made your heart skip. "Is it, though?" he asked, fingers now ghosting along your wrist, making it impossible to think about anything other than the electricity igniting with each point of contact.
"Yes, it is, Barty," you said again, a little firmer this time, turning back to meet his gaze. “You’re just playing with me. And we shouldn't.” You didn't elaborate, you didn't want to.
He tilted his head, studying you like he always did when you tried to deflect. "I play with everyone,” he said, not missing a beat. “But I’m not playing with you right now. Or ever, really, not with this.”
Your lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. You had expected him to laugh it off, to tease you the way he always did when things got too serious. There was no teasing in his expression now, no playful smirk – just that steady, unblinking gaze that pinned you in place. It was understanding, he looked as if he knew every part of you already.
"You don’t believe me," he stated, as if reading off a fact.
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close his face was to yours, how his hand had somehow found its way to your knee, his thumb rubbing small, absentminded circles against the fabric of your trousers.
"I don’t know what to believe," you admitted, the words coming out quieter than you intended.
Barty’s gaze softened, his hovering hand finally making contact with your face, cupping your jaw.
“You think I flirt with you just for fun?” he asked, his voice barely more than a murmur now.
Your throat was tight, your chest constricting as you tried to find the right words. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go with Barty. He was supposed to be the reckless, chaotic one. He wasn’t supposed to be like this – serious and sincere.
“I think you flirt with everyone,” you finally said, though it sounded weak even to your own ears.
Barty didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away, didn’t make some sarcastic quip like you expected him to. Instead, he leaned in even closer, so close now that his nose brushed against yours. His breath was warm against your lips, and your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you were sure he could hear it.
"Not like this," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "Not with you."
The fire crackled softly behind you, the only sound in the otherwise silent common room, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat and the steady rhythm of Barty’s breathing.
You wanted to say something, to deflect, to joke, to put up some sort of defence. But when you opened your mouth, the only thing that came out was his name. "Barty..."
His hand on your knee squeezed slightly, grounding you in the moment, tethering you to him. You could feel the weight of everything unsaid between you – the years of friendship, the flirting, the tension that had been building and building until it felt like it might burst.
“I’m serious,” he said, his voice soft but firm. "I mean it. Every time. Tell me you don’t feel it too."
You swallowed, your heart racing, your mind spinning. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to yours, the heat of his hand still resting on your leg, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. Everything inside you was screaming at you to do something, to make a choice.
"I..." you started, but the words caught in your throat. You wanted to deny it, to laugh it off, to tell him that this was just another one of his games, but the truth was, you couldn’t. Because you did feel it—the pull, the tension, the way your heart stuttered every time he looked at you like that.
"I can't tell you that, Barty."
His eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might kiss you right then and there. He didn’t move. He just stayed there, inches away, waiting. For you.
"Then what–" he began to ask, but with your heart hammering in your chest, every nerve in your body on edge, eyes looking directly up into his.
"Shut up, Junior."
You leaned in, closing the gap between you, your lips pressing against his in a way that felt deliciously right.
For a split second, you hesitated again, wondering if you’d made a mistake, if Barty would pull back and laugh it off like it was nothing. Any such thought was immediately quieted when his head caught up with your actions and his hand swerved from your cheek to your hair, tangling in it as he pulled you further against him into a deeper kiss.
It was everything you’d expected from him – reckless, intense, like he had been waiting for this just as long as you had. His hand slid up from your knee to your waist, pulling you even closer as his lips moved against yours, firm and insistent.
You gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, holding yours tentatively. You opened your mouth further, taking his lips between yours, dragging forth a breathy moan from him. Your intensity matched the months – maybe years – of tension that had built between you. His fingers curled at the nape of your neck in a way that sent sparks down your spine.
It was messy, frantic, but it was undeniably real. The playful flirtations, the casual touches, the late nights spent with your group of friends, all the little moments that had led to this – it all came flooding back as your lips moved together in a way that felt both unfamiliar and natural at the same time.
Barty kissed you like he had been waiting for it, like he was making up for lost time. Maybe he was. Maybe you both were.
Your fingers found purchase on the front of his shirt and you used the momentum to throw your leg over his lap, sitting down on top of him. His hand not currently occupying your hair immediately came down to your hip, stabilising you with an iron grip. He pulled you closer with it, chest flush against chest. The kiss was growing more desperate, more demanding, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours, the smell of his cologne mixing with the faint scent of the fire still barely alive behind you.
When you finally pulled apart, it was only because you both needed air. Your forehead rested against his, noses still brushing against each other, Barty even nuzzling his into yours. Your breaths coming in shallow, uneven pants. Barty’s fingers remained tangled in your hair, his other hand still gripping your waist like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
Neither of you spoke. The only sound in the room was the soft crackling of the fire and the heavy rhythm of your breathing. Barty kept his eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched, and you studied his face with fondness sitting heavily in your heart. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, attempting to match his with your own. Momentarily, your mind flashed back to when he coached you through your first panic attack when you were younger, fingers tightening on his chest as you were flooded with overwhelming emotion for him. What you knew to be overwhelming love.
His eyes fluttered open, dark, intense, and focused entirely on you. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered, his voice rough and still a little breathless.
"I might," you countered, your smile brushing his.
Barty let out a soft laugh, but there was nothing teasing about it. He sounded almost relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. "I swear I am not playing with you, Treasure," he murmured, as if it was of the utmost importance to him that you understood that
“I didn’t know,” you said quietly, your fingers loosening their grip on his shirt, though you didn’t let go completely. “I didn’t think–”
“You didn’t think I could be serious?” he finished for you, his lips quirking up in that familiar half-smile, though there was still a rawness to his expression that made your chest tighten.
You shook your head, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t think you wanted to be serious with me.”
Barty’s smile softened even more if possible, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “I always want to be serious with you,” he said bashfully, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But you’re always trying to push me away."
You blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his words. He wasn’t wrong. You had pushed him away. Every time he flirted, every time he got too close, you deflected, afraid of what it would mean if you let him in like that. Traumabonding was one thing, it was discussing the past and how it still affected you – but to open up about your emotions now? It had seemed impossible. But, sitting here with him – on top of him, really – his forehead resting against yours, his lips still tingling from the kiss you had just shared, you couldn’t pretend anymore.
“You're right," you admitted softly, having to resist rolling your eyes at his sudden grin at those words. "I didn’t want to ruin things. We’re friends. If this… if we–”
“It's more than that,” Barty said, cutting you off. "It's about want. You have to let me want you, because trust me, Treasure, I will."
You bit your lip, the weight of his words sinking in. Now that the invisible line you drew in your head had been crossed, now that you’d felt his lips on yours, there was no going back.
"How do I do that?" Your voice wavered, but your gaze didn't. Only Barty would you trust with that kind of question.
He gave you a smile you were afraid to call lovesick. His hands both slid to cup your cheeks, thumbs tracing the curve of your jaw in a way that made your heart race all over again. "You tell me what you want. What do you want, Treasure?" he asked, his voice low and rough, his eyes searching yours.
You hesitated, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at him. This was the moment, the moment where you could pull back, laugh it off, pretend it hadn’t happened. Or you could take the leap, cross the line completely, and see where it led you.
“I want…” You swallowed, your voice faltering for a moment before you met his gaze head-on. “I want you.”
“Then I am all yours, my love.”
Before you could respond, he kissed you again, softer this time, slower. There was no urgency, no desperation. Just the two of you, finally giving in to something that had been simmering between you for so long.
As his lips moved against yours, and you melted into him, all the tension from before fading away. It was simple and real in a way that made you wonder why you would ever shy away from this. Kissing Barty felt like clarity.
The smile that spread across your face when you pulled apart would go on to fuel Barty for days on end.
“See?” he joked quietly, his voice light but full of meaning. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?"
You pretended to scoff, though your smile didn't waver. “You really are impossible.”
Barty grinned, one hand slipping from your face to rest casually on your thigh. “Yeah, but you love it.”
You didn’t respond right away, but you didn’t need to. The look in your eyes said everything.
You let him want you.
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I really don't care what others think but I think Prongsfoot is one ship I can never get behind in maraudersfandom. Even during my wolfstar and jily era I could see potential in James and Remus romatically but never Sirius and James. But James and Sirius are absolutely soulmates and I would not hear otherwise about that
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It's giving JEGULUS #jegulus #jamespotter #regulusblack #james #reggie #marauders #maraudersfandom
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Welcome to Day 14 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
Click the links listed below to check out all of the content our lovely Tortured Poets have created for all of us today! (and go to our bio to access the rest of the AO3 Collection)
✍️ these fatal fantasies by @magswrite
Ship(s): Pandora Lovegood/Lily Evans Potter
Rating: T
Summary:
Lily is the captain of the Dutchman. Lily is quite happy being the captain of the Dutchman, when she isn't thinking about her buried heart, hidden upon Pandora's island.
🕯 Edelweiss by @quantumelepant
Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Rating: M
Summary:
Sirius' failed attempts at promises told through the dying of a flower.
"Right where the wind whistles and the weather sinks its glacial claws in the deep of the mountains, there’s a flower that withers away.
It is important, because it once breathed, and there’s a boy at a window who waits for it to come back to him and bring the gentleness of a new spring.
There’s a chance he’ll fly before he falls."
🗝 No Sign of Soulmates by Itsgivingcamp
Ship(s): Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: M
Summary:
Pansy Parkinson is rotten to her core. Or at least that’s what she’s always been told. That she’s mottled and broken, incapable of being loved. She can break any curse, except the one she was born with. Enter Harry Potter — a reclusive Auror who luckily doesn’t put much stake in prophecies any more.
📜 you said you were gonna grow up (then you were gonna come find me) by ThatMatchie
Ship(s): James Potter/Regulus Black
Rating: M
Summary:
“I love you, Jamie,” Regulus whispered.
It’s then that James felt the tip of a wand gently poking into his temple. A flash of surprise rose in him, but it was too late. Regulus was already saying the word when James realized what he was about to do.
“Obliviate.”
Or James and Regulus through the years from their first meeting, to their falling apart, to their happy ending.
🖌 My Good Name by @thecouchsofa
Ship(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
Standing there, in the foyer of Draco’s parents’ house, was the most visible display of love that Draco had ever been shown.
Harry loved him. He loved him. And Draco was about to throw him to the wolves.
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Welcome to Day 2 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ Barty or Lily or Benji or Fabian by @katie-blackcat
Ship: Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
Regulus and James broke up 5 years ago. This is the story of where they have been and where they are now.
Does he ever think of him? Of the nights they spent curled up in each other’s arms? Does he wonder? Will I always wonder…?
🕯 So Hogwarts by bookish_clf
Ship: Daphne Greengrass/Ron Weasley
Rating: E
Summary:
Daphne Greengrass, Senior Correspondent for Foreign Wizarding Affairs at the Daily Prophet, is forced to cover the Conference Championship Quidditch game when the entire sports department falls ill with Spattergroit.
At the game, she’s surprised to find the star Keeper of the Wimbourne Wasps, Ron Weasley, has grown up from the scrawny Gryffindor she knew at Hogwarts into someone quite…sturdy. When she snags an interview with him post-game, things spiral from there as she’s thrust into a whirlwind romance with Wizarding Europe’s most valuable player.
🗝 They Tried to Warn You About Me by @midnightstargazer
Ships: Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy & Andromeda Black Tonks, Alice Longbottom & Ted Tonks
Rating: T
Summary:
They say you’ll know your soulmate by the way the world bursts into color when you meet them. Andromeda has always been warned to avoid hers at all costs - and when Ted’s friends learn who his is, they tell him she’ll never choose him. But over the years, the two are drawn together. Is a life filled with love and vibrant colors really something to fear?
📜 who's afraid of little old me? (you should be) by Sagiko_AKA_RegulusBlackKinnieBITFW @themoonthesunandthestarsbetween Ships: Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Peter Pettigrew/Severus Snape; [Background/future] Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Regulus Black/James Potter, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter Rating: M Summary: “I don’t have to tell you a damn thing, Peter.” Lily shook her head as she walked up, choosing to stand beside Dorcas. “I know what you two have been up to- I know you’ve been opening your useless legs for an utterly useless man. Now, leave.” “I’m not afraid of you.” Peter sneered.
“You should be.” Lily smiled politely.
🖌 you don't have to be alone (when you're the place i wanna go) by @quiethauntings
Ship: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Rating: E
Summary:
"You’ve claimed the shit bed,” Sirius says from the doorway.
Remus looks up, suddenly aware that for the first time in years, it's just the two of them.
“You don’t like sleeping next to the door.” It comes out before he can think of something different. A fact he’d learned when they were twelve, the first summer they all stayed with the Potters’.
He should be embarrassed, remembering something like that, but Sirius tilts his head. Bright-eyed and soft. He smiles, and it’s worth it.
Or, an unexpected invitation reunites Remus with his friends at a cottage in the Scottish Highlands. **************
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TTPF Stats
(𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒔) 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔... 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 🎶
In honor of the TTPD fest coming to an end, we thought it would be fun to crunch the numbers. Hope you enjoy this crucial evidence that we certainly didn't imagine! 🩶
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*********** Graphics made by multiimoments
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Welcome to Day 4 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ Fuck me up, Florida by coralsunset @abz-coralsunset
Ship(s): Dorcas Meadowes/Marlene McKinnon
Rating: E
Summary:
Marlene Mckinnon has a history of picking up girls and blowing their minds. She loves the rush of it, the thrill of the chase and winning her prize.
When she meets Dorcas Meadows, in a leather pleated mini skirt and cowboy boots, Marlene wants her. Badly. Can Marlene relinquish control?
🕯 pick your poison, babe by allthelittle @marislittlestories
Ship(s): Marlene McKinnon/Emmeline Vance
Rating: M
Summary:
The problem is this: Marlene remembers when it was good. The bad looks worse in the light of those first few months, when everything was exciting and lovely and new, all those memories that her mind renders in startling, awful clarity.
It sets her up for a fatal crash, every time.
🗝 pierce new holes in my heart by watchyoubreathingout
Ship(s): Hermione Granger/Harry Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
It had started with a fissure. The history of them had just been a series of cracks that ended in a complete break. That ended in Hermione in their favourite Muggle bar watching him with another woman, her hands running through his messy black hair, leaving his famous scar on display for all to see. Of course, no one there knew its significance. Not the way Hermione did. No one knew Harry the way she did. Every beautiful piece, and every broken one. And no one ever would. Of that she was sure.
Hermione and Harry's love for one another is enough, until it finally isn't.
📜 Sure by my_castlescrumbling @my-castles-crumbling
Ship(s): Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
But Potter let out a shout of laughter. “You need to get out more, Reggie.”
“Don’t call me-”
“Suppose you want to do something else?” Potter asked, ignoring Regulus’s flustered expression and holding out his hand.
“I…” he almost said no. Normally, he would have. But maybe it was the combination of being in a boring place in his book, mourning the loss of his childhood ignorance, and the James Potter of it all that made him hesitate. He blinked. “Alright,” he sighed, reaching up.
When their hands connected, his heart flew like a hummingbird.
He refused to think about why.
🖌 Way to go, Tiger by houndsinheaven
Ship(s): Draco Malfoy & Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary:
The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean
You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline
But now we'll curtail your curiosity
In sweetness
Way to go, Tiger
Scorpius Malfoy's seventh birthday.
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Welcome to Day 18 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ These Fatal Fantasies by @embersofapril
Ship(s): Pansy Parkinson/Hermione Granger
Rating: M
Summary:
What if she's written “mine” on my upper thigh Only in my mind?
The Unspeakables of the Department of Mysteries all operate in perfect synchronicity, silently floating through the halls, each completing their own assignments in orbit of one another. Sometimes, however, two orbits come to meet within these fields of study, two individuals pulled into a whirlwind of truths by forces greater than themselves.
🕯 But Daddy... I love him! by @willtheartist
Ship(s): Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Harry Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary:
For the ttpd hp fest I picked the song "But Daddy I Love Him" because I think it's the most Albus-Scorbus and Harry song to ever exist.
I'm a firm believer that Albus was the biggest daddy's boy out there, before he started Hogwarts and all the bullying started, and not a day goes by that he doesn't miss the relationship he used to have with his dad but they're too alike and terrible with their feelings so they don't know how to fix it. When Harry, who had slowly started to accept Scorpius, backtracks after learning the two boys are dating, it leads to a much needed conversation between the father-son duo.
(Fic mostly set in canon but without the whole time-travel adventure, you can still choose to read it that way though).
🗝 Fuck. Me. Up. by @galaxostars & @steveahoi (art and writing)
Ship(s): Evan Rosier/Barty Crouch Jr.
Rating: E
Summary:
Finally, “I don’t make deals if I don’t know the price.”
But he does.
He knows Barty’s here to fuck himself up, to use Evan, to tear his body and feed his soul something other than memories. He wants to be haunted by the taste of his skin and not the smell of his own past.
“You’re mine for the night,” Barty states, uninterested in hashing out the details. “In or out, Rosie?”
📜 The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived by ninazenikcult
Ship(s): James Potter/Lily Evans
Summary:
The time has come for Lily to leave Cokeworth, and with it, two of the smallest men who ever lived; her father and Severus Snape. But leaving the town where she has been trapped for years and exchanging it for an idyllic new life with James proves more difficult than first thought.
🖌 you were never not mine by reggiekinss @jmeslovr
Ship(s): James Potter/Regulus Black
Rating: E
Summary:
I hear the whispers in your eyesI'll make you wanna think twiceYou'll find that you were never not mineYou're mine
James is an idiot, Regulus plays hard to get, but they always end up home.
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Welcome to Day 15 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ Running With My Dress Unbuttoned by the_casual_author
Ship(s): Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks
Rating: Gen
Summary:
Three days.
“You either marry Yaxely or there will be consequences. You know what they will be for your supposed lover.” Her father’s words were stern, and Andromeda feels sick as she recalls them.
She doesn’t have a choice.
Or: Andromeda is to be married. She'd rather do anything else.
🕯 Not If, But Which One by Lostinwond3rland @lost-in-wond3rland
Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Regulus Black
Rating: E
Summary:
Dearest Readers,
Welcome back to the London social season. And what a special season it is turning out to be! It has come to this authors attention that the ever-elusive Black brothers will finally be returning from Paris to enter the fray of eligible young lords and ladies, looking to procure nothing but the most exceptional of matches. Will the now Duke of Grimmauld and Lord Black procure suitable matches? Will our two stars find counterparts as bright as they are? Or will they burn out, cutting their London stay short? This author is unsure as of yet, but is surely determined to find out.
Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown
** Grosvenor Square, 1813
The Black Brothers return to the London social season after quite some time away. Will our two shinning stars secure love matches while avoiding scandal? Or will they fall to the seduction of gossip mongers, uncouth desires, and unreasonable expectations?
Aka: Ye Ol' Gossip Girl with dead gay wizards 🗝 the manuscript by ghstboys @ghst-boys
Ship(s): Pansy Parkinson/Gilderoy Lockhart, Pansy Parkinson/Neville Longbottom
Rating: M
Summary:
When Draco leaves Pansy right before their wedding, she's heartbroken. Back in her hometown, she meets Gilderoy Lockhart, a handsome professor. But is it possible that he's not everything he seems?
📜 Home to You by @toofadedtofight
Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Rating: M
Summary:
Sirius commits a crime and Remus has to deal with the consequences.
“If I wrote to you, would you read my letters?” Sirius asked weakly, clearly unsure of where they stood on now.
“Always, Sirius.”
🖌 Old habits by as_ter @astridblavk Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: T
Summary:
A short-story inspired by Taylor Swift's song "The Black Dog"!!
Worried, Sirius immediately ran to him and crouched down in front of him. “What happened?” he asked, but the sandy-haired man seemed not to hear him.
Or even if he did, he was very effectively ignoring him.
“Remus!”
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✍️ Bereft and Reeling by the_casual_author
Ship(s): Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Rating: T
Summary:
“What if I don’t care?” Ginny chokes out.
Harry gives her a pained look.
“I care,” he tells her, and that’s that. 🕯 Requiem In Three Strings by @eurhythmix
Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: M
They say Sirius Black is a madman. They say he betrayed his closest friends. Deceiver. The great pretender. Wretched ruiner. Breaker of bonds.
They say his name in whispers. They say his name in wails. He’s more shadow than man. Creature. Killer. Monster. Madman. Murderer.
(A great many adjectives, one must agree.)
(Indecisive bunch.)
Or: three Marauders.
One refusing to look backwards.
One refusing to look inwards.
One refusing to look forwards.
A story told in three parts.
🗝 the time will arrive by @steveahoi (art)
Ship(s): N/A — Remus Lupin
Rating: M
Summary:
I'm so very sorry to once again come here with pain - it's the PainPuff in me I fear. The very first thought I had listening to Robin, was "Oh no, Remus" and here we are.
"You got the dragonflies above your bed You have a favorite spot on the swing set You have no room in your dreams for regrets You have no idea The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean"
The time will arrive so soon for poor little Remus.
📜 But Daddy I Love Him (Hermione’s Version) by @grangermalfoy07
Ship(s): Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Rating: M
Summary:
6th year is when everything changed for Draco and Hermione. Fighting in a war they shouldn’t be in and all while hiding a secret of their own. How will they navigate through their 6th year, win a war and try to stay alive?
🖌 The Way You Make Me Heal by the_prettiest_w0lf_star
Ship(s): Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
“What if I can make you come three times in a row?"
“You think you're that good?”
“I'm better.”
𓇢𓆸 touch down (call me PrInceSS) by Sagiko_aka_regulusblackkinniebitfw @themoonthesunandthestarsbetween
Ship(s): Regulus/Sirius/Remus/James
Rating: E
Summary:
"What are you gonna do after winning the superbowl?"
"Get pissed!"
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Welcome to Day 6 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ Cooler in theory but not if you force it/To be it just didn’t happen by BathtubBanana
Ship(s): Lily Evans/James Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
It's the 31st of October, and as always, Lily can be found at the cemetery, talking to the grave of James Potter.
🕯 I love you / but you were never mine by @multiimoments
Ship(s): Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
It was a shame that the hope of it all, the hope of something long-lasting, had been eclipsed by a short-lived reality for Theo Nott. But he should've known—after all, when had anything ever truly belonged to him?
🗝 only your actions talk by BatFoxx
Ship(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
Draco learns from his mistakes, finds new ways to live and falls in love with the new life he is building for himself.
Then, he falls in love with Harry.
📜 someday by @wolfpadx
Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: E
Summary:
“So how do you know Sirius Black, Remus?”
Remus sighs. How doesn’t Remus know Sirius, is the better question. The harder one to answer, at least. The shorter answer, for sure.
Because Remus Lupin knows Sirius Black in the same way that the moon knows the stars; it’s innate, inevitable, infinite.
Or, Remus hasn't seen Sirius for more than one year and, despite the bond they share, despite his soul-deep longing to have his best friend back, Remus finds that their reunion is not as seamless as he first believes. How does Sirius's return make him feel more at home than ever before while simultaneously making him feel like he's spinning wildly out of control?
**COMPLETED FIC**
🖌 The way you hold me is holy by Messrsnana (art)
Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: T
Summary:
When I first heard Guilty as sin? I couldn’t help but think about Sirius. The Sirius who gets with girls but keeps thinking and longing for Remus. The drawing is primarily inspired by the bridge, but the alternate version also has the addition of “mine” on his upper thigh. I’ve drawn it in gold as a callback to invisible string, and how no matter what they do, Remus and Sirius will find each other.
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Welcome to Day 5 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ these are the hands of fate by kakumeizenya
Ship(s): Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Rating: M
Summary:
A fall from grace. An escape from hell. A new beginning.
Returning for her final year at Hogwarts, Hermione is still grappling with her new identity. Draco wants nothing more than to leave his past behind and start afresh. They fall in love, drift apart, find each other again, and discover that life is not as simple as they once thought. 🕯 Soliloquies by staringathesun @staringathesunbabe
Ship(s): Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
The first person James has to fight is himself.
Right after that, there’s everyone else.
In a world where Voldemort and his followers were defeated before a war could break out, James navigates a life he believes he deserves. He has his friends at his side, and he plays for one of the best Quidditch teams in the League.
People had decided whether to stand with good or evil and were now facing the consequences.
In the middle of it all, in a dark gray limbo everyone’s hatred keeps pushing him into, stands Regulus Black.
🗝 The Existence of You by @elderwanderer
Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Minor Remus Lupin/Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Remus Lupin & James Potter & Peter Pettigrew & Sirius Black
Rating: E
Summary:
Marauders. In. Space.
Need I say more?
📜 Your arson's match, your somber eyes, and I'll still see it until I die (you're the loss of my life) by Sagiko_AKA_RegulusBlackKinnieBITFW
Ship(s): Peter Pettigrew/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
Truthfully, James had grown quite a lot in the recent year, since the fall out of the prank they still couldn’t speak about.
“And she’s blind if she can’t see that.” He followed up quickly before ducking his head, letting his strawberry blond fringe hide his eyes.
“Thanks, Wormy,” James looked his way with teary eyes. “You guys are going to be my best friends, forever.”
The words felt like a hug and a knife digging into Peter’s chest. He had a feeling he’d never quite be more than one of three best friends, to James.... 🖌 Drowning in the blue Nile by @heartsoncover
Ship(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
Harry has been drowning for longer than anyone has realised. **************
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Welcome to Day 3 of The Tortured Poets Fest!
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✍️ i love you(r skirt), it’s ruining my life by microdamage
Ship(s): Regulus Black/James Potter
Rating: E
Summary:
This is not how James expected his Friday night would go.
He thought for sure he would end up in someone’s bed. It’s the whole reason he wore his best outfit—an arguably too-tight, crimson-colored shirt with a V neckline and snug jeans—and made sure his curls were soft but bouncy (don’t you want to run your fingers through them?), and spritzed his best cologne on all of his heat points.
James was prepared to get a little sweaty and a lot fucked in someone else’s bed.
And in the universe’s defense, he is in a bed.
It’s just…not the one he’d planned on ending up in.
Or, James and Regulus meet in a bar, agree to a one night stand—and absolutely nothing goes as planned.
🕯 Locked Longings by galaxo
Ship(s): Sirius Black/Fleamont Potter
Rating: M
Summary:
The thing is, Sirius always had a thing about saviours. It’s how he became infatuated with James in the first place; it’s why he tried so hard to be one for his brother and ended up resenting himself more than he’d ever admit for failing at it. He’s just got a thing about saviours.
So really, he should’ve seen this coming.
Or, the one where Sirius pines a bit too hard on his best friend's hot dad. Inspired by the song Guilty As Sin.
🗝 Peter by astraetcervus (video edit)
Ship(s): Regulus Black/James Potter
Summary:
Regulus promised he’d come back with James. He promised to come find him. And so James waited, and waited, and waited…until he didn’t.
📜 Runaway Bride (and other mysterious phenomena) by eurhythmix
Ship(s): Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Rating: M
Summary:
You get a lot of funny folk in the Hog’s Head Inn. It’s part of the charm. Or at the very least, the intrigue. Even so, it’s a shock when the doorbell rings and a figure clad in white gown and matching white veil traipses forlornly into the bar on what should be an ordinary Thursday afternoon in Draco Malfoy’s extraordinarily ordinary life.
🖌 the prophecy by L0TUSEATER
Ship(s): Regulus Black & Narcissa Black Malfoy
Rating: Gen
Summary:
The cards are never wrong.
Ever since Regulus was a little boy he knew one thing, that he was destined for destruction. He was six years old when Riddle had him at the first reading. Seven when he drew his first card.
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