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Welcome to Day 1 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)

✍️ 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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Be sure to check our page for Day 2’s reveals! Until then, Tortured Poets <3

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@wolfpadx @multiimoments @heartsoncover @lemonlans @mercurial-witch @steveahoi damagecontrol & shewritesmaybe

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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! ✨🎄✉️🧙‍♀️

[moonwalkingprincess]

Harry's godmother part 2

A/N: I hope it isn't confusing with the flashbacks...

Y/N walked along King's Cross Station with Harry beside her. He had his cart full of bags and Hedwig's cage. Y/N looked around. No sign of Remus. She had received a letter from Remus saying he had become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Her relationship with Remus... was... complicated.

"Harry!" a voice called out. It was Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley. He also happened to be Y/N's cousin's child, but she was so close to Arthur that he used to call her... "Hi, Aunt Y/N," he said, hugging her. "Hi, Ron," she said, looking at his cart. He had a small cage with a little rat in it, nibbling on something. She couldn't help but recognize it...

"Y/N!" said Arthur Weasley, walking up to hug her. Behind him came his 100 children with the typical red hair. Fred and George Weasley rushed up to Y/N with sparkling eyes and broad smiles. She had always been their favorite aunt. She was the cool adult who actually laughed at their pranks instead of just trying to "educate" them.

"Aunt Y/N!" George called out while Fred was already starting to tell her something.

"You should have seen what we did to Percy!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms with a serious expression. "What have you been up to now?"

Fred and George exchanged a quick glance before bursting into words:

"We enchanted his quill!" George said.

"So every time he tried to write, it started singing 'I'm a Little Teapot'!" Fred added, his face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

Y/N tried to stay serious, but giggles escaped regardless. "Oh, boys... How long did it go on?"

"Long enough for him to scream that he never wanted to see a teapot again," George giggled.

Fred nodded eagerly. "Mom was about to burst with anger, but Percy... He sat there, red-faced, trying to act unfazed. We did him a favor, really. No one needs to be that serious."

Y/N was now openly laughing and pulled them both into a hug. "I don't know if I should scold you or congratulate you."

Fred leaned back and smiled. "We'll gladly take congratulations."

George nodded. "And maybe some Chocolate Frogs if you have any?"

Y/N raised her eyebrows; she really loved Fred and George. They reminded her so much of Sirius and the other three. "Unfortunately, no, but here..." She rummaged through her bag and gave a Galleon to each of Arthur's children. "Oh, thank you, Aunt Y/N," they said in unison before boarding the train. Y/N and Arthur stayed until they saw all the children on the train. He looked behind her, tilting his head as if he wanted Y/N to look. She turned around. Remus had arrived. He was loading his bag, and Y/N quickly hid behind Arthur. "You still haven't..." he said.

"Not since Sirius was arrested," she said with a sigh, waiting until he boarded the train.

"What are you going to do? You’re both teachers at Hogwarts; are you going to avoid him?"

"If that’s what it takes..." she said.

As she said before, their relationship was complicated. She didn't hate him; she sent him Christmas cards every year, but that was all. You would understand if you knew her story.

Flashback to 1976

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was filled with laughter and screams as chickens suddenly ran wild over Gryffindor's table. Clucking from the hens echoed as students tried to help catch them, but everything only got worse. Bowls were knocked over, and food spilled over students and their schoolbooks. James looked at Sirius and laughed hysterically.

"It's not funny, Potter!" snapped Lily, who sat further back at the table. "Arresto Momentum!" she shouted, and suddenly the chickens slowed down so the students could catch them. "My goodness, we are a bunch of wizards, and no one thought to use magic to catch them?" she said, then called out, "Evanesco," and suddenly they were gone again.

Sirius glared at her. "Now my chicken wings are gone," he said irritably, though with a hint of humor.

"You had the entire spell backward. You're supposed to transform chickens into chicken wings," Remus explained while the others cleaned up after the chickens.

Sirius sighed. "Well, I don't exactly have a chicken, do I?" he said grumpily.

James raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You're off today and not saying much. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, off? I'm learning, aren't I?"

James shook his head.

"We're the best in our class at Transfiguration. We're actually..." he leaned in, whispering, "Animagi ourselves." He straightened up again. "What's the matter?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and gave in.

"Y/N," he said.

James smirked. "She turned you down, didn't she?"

"It's not funny," Sirius said. "This has never happened to me before."

James chuckled, and Sirius punched him on the arm. Remus observed Sirius; it was unusual for him to even care about being rejected. Usually, he would just give up and move on to the next girl. But something about this girl made Sirius persist.

"You need to show her you care," said Remus, causing Sirius to look up.

"What did you say?" Sirius asked.

"Talk to her. Get to know her. Give her something she would appreciate. Be her friend first," said Remus.

Sirius groaned. "But that takes forever."

"Or you could give up and pay me directly," said James, extending his hand.

Sirius shook his head. "Never," he said.

Back at Hogwarts, 1993.

Y/N walked briskly through Hogwarts' stone corridors, her cloak billowing behind her. It had been a long day of Alchemy lessons. She just wanted to get to her room, pull a blanket over herself, and find a moment of peace.

But the peace shattered like glass when she saw him at the door to her office.

Remus Lupin.

His face, tired and lined with age, showed a cautious joy when he saw her. "Y/N," he said softly, as if her name was something fragile. Her grip on the scrolls tightened.

"Professor Lupin," she replied coldly.

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, but he held his composure. "I was hoping to talk to you."

"So you talk to me now?" She scoffed. "You could have talked to me when my world fell apart?"

Remus sighed and ran his hand through his graying hair. "I understand why you're angry. I should have said something—"

"You knew," she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous. "You knew about their bet. You knew he only approached me to prove something to James."

He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised her hand. "And yet you set us up. You, of all people, who should have warned me."

"It was never just a bet for him," Remus said quietly. "He loved you."

"And yet," she said, her eyes icy, "that's all I was. A game. A bet. And when everything fell apart, when Sirius... when he killed them..." Her voice cracked at the thought of James and Lily. "Why did you say nothing? Why did you leave me there, alone, without an explanation?"

Remus looked down at his hands, his lightly trembling fingers betraying more than his face. "I thought... I thought he was guilty. Just like you did."

"And yet you were the one who set us up," she hissed. "You, who knew what he and James planned. Why, Remus? Why play with my heart as if it meant nothing?"

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "He cared when you turned him down. I think you... he liked you too much to give up."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Or maybe he just wanted to win," she said, and Remus shook his head.

"I don't think so. He got better when he was with you. You changed him," Remus said.

Y/N scoffed. "He got better? He betrayed us all. He killed my friends. And you, you did nothing to stop it. Nothing to warn me."

Remus fell silent with weighed down by the chain of guilt around his chest, Remus spoke softly, "I have no excuses, Y/N. Only regret."

She stared at him for a long moment, then shook her head. "Regret won't change anything. You may be a professor now, but to me, you'll always be the one who let me fall apart."

She turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing into the silence. Remus stood still, with nothing but the shadow of his past for company.

Masterlist

[nocturnalbooknerd]

Tell me why they are so Barty and Evan coded bitches

[crescenthistory]

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

***

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, dolly,” 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, baby?" 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. “Our little swot 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, baby?”

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. 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?"

"How come you never use my actual name?" 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 use all these pet names, 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, love? 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, baby," 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, 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?" 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.

[sevinagreatergood]

I want to talk about the comment whose name is too long. That motherfucker. Before anyone goes for my head. I said that Snape built the marauders fandom.

For context, it was a TikTok about 3 fandoms within the Harry Potter one. Which are:

- harry potter itself aka golden trio

- marauders era

- Slytherin boys

To which I posted a comment on the TikTok.

[@Harry Potter Fan:

HP is canon

Marauders is fanon but act like canon and are filled with snaters yet somehow they refuse to believe that Snape basically built that fandom

Slytherin gang is just pure thirst]

I'm not lying. I just know that. Then this person said:

[@ChuuyasSlvttyWaistfanclub 👁🚦:Snape built the fandom??? Do he didn't, the fandom was built off of wolfstar]

Since then I've gone into a deep research on fanfiction.net, ao3 and archive.org

Imagine my bitter surprise when I saw more wolfstar fanfics in the 2000's than snupin. So I did some deeper research into this. I spent about my whole morning on this. All I got were reddit bs from the marauders fandom taking a crap and whatnot. Believe me, I used Google. Couldn't find a thing.

So I turned to look at chatgpt. I now more about the history of websites than I intended. Many of the fanfictions date don't even check out. There is litterally a wolfstar fanfic on ao3 that was made in 1950, it also has jegulus and indian James (that was basically booming last year). Many fanfics there are also dated back to 2002 and 2001, meanwhile ao3 exists in 2008.

(also, no hate to the author's that mixed up the dates. Maybe they thought the date was meant as a setting in which time period their story plays at, I also saw one of 1984.)

So I found it unreliable to search based on fanfictions when authors could change the dates. Then I turned to livejournal as chatgpt offered. That is a hot mess. Maybe it's because I am new but I have no idea how that works. So I landed on 2 answers.

Answer 1: wolfstar and snupin equally gained the same popularity. So neither snupin nor wolfstar began first or built the fandom.

Answer 2: according to chatgpt. It was snupin that raged with it's popularity between 2003 and 207. The pictures posted below, explain it well. But in short. Snupin was popular on other platforms that many fans do NOT use anymore nowadays. After 2010, ships excluding Snape like jily and wolfstar then many many more took the wheel and veered that maraudersfandom into the hotpot we know as today. The fandom that excuses death eaters, but not Snape.

That was the cause of ao3 and Tumblr. I believe even the wolfstar fanfics of back then we're more likeable and nicer than the ones we have today where they yank out all character traits of the characters and call it a day.

I hope this helps. So you either settle with snupin or nothing, your choice really. 😂. So fuck that comment with a too long name. I choose snupin.

Also, believe me when I say, I truly did try to search for other methods. I spent my entire morning on getting to the bottom of this but there simply were no other leads left. So as a measure against AI favoritism. I will borrow another phone, of my sister who is not a maraudersfan at all, and my mom's phone who doesn't even know what a harry potter is. Then go to chat gpt, type in the same question and see those answers.

Now, as promised, I checked on multiple sources to not base it on preference. My sister isn't even into harry Potter a lot, but into lord of the rings. About 5 years ago she was into the fandom but by then chat gpt doesn't exist. Fairly obvious she has no clue what marauders even is. This is what her chat gpt says:

This is the link to what my mom her chat gpt says:

[sunnysaystuff]

thinking...discord server for...rarepair shippers(???)) basically dc server for interconnected web of moots of moots who all like vaguely the same thing in the maraudersfandom...what do we think

[pixie-of-south]

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

[reggies-inthewater78]

It's giving JEGULUS #jegulus #jamespotter #regulusblack #james #reggie #marauders #maraudersfandom

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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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✍️ 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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[thetorturedpoetsfest]

TTPF Stats

(𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒔) 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ��𝒆’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! 🩶  

Thank you so much to all those who followed along and participated!

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*********** Graphics made by multiimoments

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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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✍️ 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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✍️ 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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