#rosier definitely pretends that

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Want to ask if Asmodeus became associated with lust because what he almost did to Rosier? And is Rosier still an angel by the end or did he fall as well? It's left ambiguous and Rosier doesn't seem to have actively partake in the Rebellion so I assume he didn't fall? If so how will he and Asmodeus' dynamic play out post-fall?

Yes, Asmodeus' association with lust comes from him acting selfishly and doing that. He really does love Rosier, but he was desperate, inconsiderate, and fumbled the bag in that moment, so to speak skskjdhkffhdsl (There'll be more on him and "lust" later but, basically, yes this is the gist of it for now.)

Also, Rosier is implied to have fallen! Though he didn't really partake in the rebellion, he said he wanted to follow his friends:

‘Wherever you go, wherever Baal goes, wherever Asmodeus goes, I want to go too.’

Post-fall, Rosier and Asmodeus have a... dynamic, for sure. Asmodeus does regret what he did, I can assure you, but that doesn't really make up for it. Asmodeus is also, physically, a mess and Rosier looks after him. Things aren't all bad though! They have their good days.

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The marauders were always at the edge of falling apart after The Prank, none of them recovered really

[skizzle1]

my girls Pandora Rosier and Dorcas Meadowes <3 not shipping!!!

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headcanon time!!

so pandoras canon death was her experiments right?? well i think she’d have tons of scars and marks from her projects and some can’t be magiced away and i kinda love that for her so i added scars to her design!!

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dorcas and pandora were like sisters and always with each other. when pandora found baby luna (another hc that she was adopted) dorcas was by her side every step of the way and became the best auntie. so did marlene they definitely  spoiled her <3

also i kinda ignore the whole everyone dies thing so let’s pretend 1981 was a good year for them. i’ve seen enough sad marauders content this month. (or maybe this was the last photograph they took together and luna finds it after her mom dies )

[identity-theft-101]

Rosier is rich af

Imagine Remy saying that he needs/wants somenthing and Rosier pretending to not care and then just buying and giving to him later

Or just buying random too-expensive stuff to him randomly and being like "it's just a little somenthing. Don't get used to it."

Big bro spoiling lil bro but wanting to be tsundere about it

Remy, Broke as shit: ): I miss grape juice

Rosier: [subtlety sliding premium grape juice across the table that he DEFINITELY didn't buy for remy] YOU'RE SO ANNOYING JUST TAKE MINE-

Remy: :) Yay Juice!

Rosier: I hate you so much (this is a lie, his face has a light blush to it as he sees Remy's Joy over grape juice)

[oncasette]

hi love! hope u have an amazing birthday! could i please request a the dead poets with a fake dating au for charlie dalton? thank u sm xx

charlie knew he shouldn’t be doing this. knew he was in too deep, already, just being your friend, but he knew how rough the holidays were for you with your parents. and how he could never say no to you, anyway, so there was little point in trying. especially when he knew what pretending to date you meant.

“you’ve got nothing to worry about, charlie. my parents love you, you know that. think they like you more than me, most nights,” you sigh, leaning your head against the window of the car your parents had let you have for the evening. charlie had insisted on driving you back to your parents house, despite the half-hour drive, and the fact that you’d already made the journey from there to welton.

“yeah, well, that was before they thought i was sleeping with their daughter,” he scoffs. you can see the way his cheeks have flared up, the grip his hand has on the gear shift.

“they do not think you’re sleeping with me,” you do your best to stifle your giggle, but it slips it out anyway. the scorned look he sends your way has more tumbling out of you before you can stop them.

“they definitely do and your dad is going to kick my ass,” he swipes the hand not on the wheel over his forehead, pushing his bangs back. “he’s gonna make me sleep in the yard or something.”

“charlie, they’ll let you sleep in the guest bedroom like always. you’re being paranoid,” you hum as you lean across the bench seat to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. one you misjudge to the point you end up kissing the corner of his mouth.

his cheeks seem even rosier, now.

[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 17

Chapter 17: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 17

But even if Xu Kui asked his mother and sister-in-law to come over to admit their mistakes and make promises, they wouldn't do it. Seeing him in a difficult situation, Qi Cai Miao became more disappointed: "Go away, don't come again."

Xu Kui was anxious: "Cai Miao, don't say things in anger." Jiang Miaoning had poisoned her and yet nothing had happened. Not to mention being punished, even if she was just asked to apologize she wouldn't. Liu Yuniang knew that this was because the Xu family felt that she was not worthy of their careful treatment now that she had left the Qi family. If the Xu family wouldn't agree, talking further will only make mother and daughter angrier. Liu Yuniang was fine, Qi Cai Miao was still sick and can't stand it anymore.

"Leave." Hearing this, Xu Kui was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he thought he heard wrong. The young couple quarreled, and any elder who really loved them would wish for them to reconcile. His mother-in-law, on the other hand, fanned the flames. He blurted out: "Mother-in-law, do you want Cai Miao to live the same life as you?" Before Liu Yuniang could speak, Qi Cai Miao was furious: "Get out of here!" 

As she said that, she stretched out her hand to shove him out, but shee was not strong enough and was ill, so naturally she couldn't budge him. Xu Kui coaxed her patiently and even wanted to take her into his arms. Qi Cai Miao struggled hard, but couldn't get away. Liu Yuniang slapped her hand on the table, attracting their attention. She said solemnly: "Xu Kui, you ignored my daughter's thoughts and bullied her in front of me. I will make the decision today. Let's end this marriage!" Xu Kui was dumbfounded, because he could see from his mother-in-law's face that she was serious and it was not a joke at all. Qi Cai Miao was stunned for a moment, then stepped aside, lowered her head and said no more. Xu Kui looked from one to the other: "What about the children?" "You are still young. You will definitely marry another wife and have more children in the future." Liu Yuniang's face was calm: "Just pretend that you never sired these two children." Xu Kui originally thought that after the couple quarreled, he would just come later to make peace. If it didn't work the first time, he would come a few more times and he would eventually be able to make his wife soften her heart. He never dreamed that she would end up asking for a divorce.

"Mother-in-law, don't be impulsive!" Liu Yuniang emphasized: "I'm very calm. Go back and discuss it with your parents, and let's part ways in peace." If Qi Cai Miao hadn't been able to let Xu Kui go, Liu Yuniang could only take the trouble to protect her. Now that Qi Cai Miao herself wanted to serparate, she naturally would not let this opportunity go. Xu Kui wanted to persuade her again, but Liu Yuniang had already ordered people to send off the guests and did not give him a chance to speak. After the mother and daughter moved out, the Qi family father and son refused to give up. They came to the house every three days to make peace, but they were always turned away. Forget about meeting Liu Yuniang, they can't even get through the front gate. The courtyard was quiet, and Qi Cai Miao's face became rosier day by day. Liu Yuniang had freed up her time and focused on business. She had to make a living for herself and her daughter. After pondering for a long time, she began to weave cloth, using the technique she had learned in her previous life. The cloth she wove was softer, thinner, and stronger than other fabrics on the market. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that it would definitely sell well in the future. Half a month later, she launched the first batch and held a banquet at Tai'an Restaurant, inviting merchants from all over. Her prices was very reasonable, and her inventory was snapped up in an instant. Even the materials for the next year sold out. Liu Yuniang made a lot of money, and Qi Cai Miao was by her side. After seeing those silver notes and the merchants who earnestly asked the mother and daughter to keep the goods dispersed, she was still dazed. "Mom, this... is this material really so good?" Naturally. This was the material that was worn in every household in her previous life, and the weaving method is not secret. She can be considered to have picked up a very good deal. Liu Yuniang put the banknotes in front of her: "This is real gold and silver, so how can it be bad?" She was a little distressed: "It's just that we will be busy for a while." The cotton thread used for weaving the first batch had been bought, but now they have to find a way to produce it themselves. They also needed workers, who would have to be hired and taught. These banknotes are just deposits. The money can only really fall into her pocket after the cloth is woven and handed over. She planned to ask the prefect to help her buy some land, but unexpectedly the prefect came to her first. He was very congenial, and told her that if she needed anything, she could just ask.

The prefect was a man of foresight. Such high-quality and low-priced materials have never appeared before, and they would definitely be popular all over the country in the future. If such a good thing is produced under his jurisdiction, he would also get credit. After being rejected several times, the Qi family father and son simply left her alone. On this day, Qi Hechen met up with some friends for a drink at Tai'an Restaurant and heard about his mother's banquet the previous day. He was immediately shocked that his mother had done such a big thing in just half a month. He immediately stopped drinking and rushed home. "Dad, go quickly and ask mom what happened at the banquet yesterday!"

Qi Zhengming had been living a difficult life recently. The beauty who he had always thought loved him was about to marry someone else, and his wife refused to come back home. Feeling upset, he had started drinking heavily. He was still drunk at the moment. Hearing this, he frowned and asked, "What banquet?" Qi Hechen hated iron for not being steel, but he suppressed his impatience and explained: "Mom has developed a new type of material. Merchants from all over the country all went and paid  deposits. I heard that the minimum amount was two hundred taels. In just half a day, mom made at least a few thousand taels!"

Even if the Qi family sold all the houses and shops they owned, it would still be less than a thousand taels.

Hearing this, Qi Zhengming sobered up a lot. "What material?" Qi Hechen was fed up with his father's late realization: "Anyway, mom has made a lot of money. If this weaving method is used well, our Qi family will definitely become the richest in the city in the future. You have to go and coax her back." He looked his father up and down and added, "Wash and dress up well before you go."

Qi Zhengming said, "..." His son made him sound like a male concubine who used his beauty to please others. However, his son has been studying for many years and was very reliable. He did not doubt the truth of his words and said, "I will go and inquire about it first, and then go there tomorrow." After the couple divorced, the rest of the Qi family moved back from the farmstead in the suburbs, but they didn't do anything after they arrived. It's not that they don't want to coax their daughter-in-law, but they can't bring themselves to do it. If they go, it will make their daughter-in-law even more arrogant. Besides, if they really go, it will seem like the two of them gave in because they wanted to continue living on Liu Huixin's dowry property. In short, after being back for half a month, although the two of them were anxious, they did not believe that their daughter-in-law would never come back. In their opinion, this daughter-in-law was being pretentious and just waiting for their son to coax her. As long as their son is willing, he can surely bring her back. However, after hearing that their daughter-in-law had done such a big thing, the two of them became anxious. Hearing this news from his grandson, Scholar Qi immediately rushed to the main courtyard. "Zhengming, go today." Qi Zhengming couldn't refuse his parents, so he had to wash up and go out. Along the way, he thought that maybe Liu Huixin had deliberately done such a big thing, and maybe she was waiting for him to come... 

Reality would prove that he thought too much.

When he arrived at the gate, he was refused entry again. "Here's a little money to buy some wine. I just want you to inform my wife that I'm here. If she  doesn't want to see me, I won't blame you." Qi Zhengming said, taking out a silver coin and stuffing it into the doorman's hand.

The doorman pushed back: "My master is really not here." Qi Zhengming thought that this was just the doorman's excuse. He wanted to argue, but a carriage approached from behind him. He was afraid that his harassment of the doorman would be embarrassing if it got out, so he turned around subconsciously and came face to face with a big red carriage. Recently, he often came to block  mother and daughter, so naturally he recognized this carriage. It was built by someone after they moved out. Without thinking about it, he hurriedly rushed forward: "Huixin, I heard that you started a big business. Why didn't you tell me about such an important thing?" Liu Yuniang lifted the curtain and looked at him condescendingly:"Who do you think you are?" She thought for a while: "By the way, the day after tomorrow is Rumeng's wedding, remember to send a gift." Qi Zhengming: "..." Heartbreaking! Breaking someone's heart was as easy as this. He has been feeling very upset about this matter recently, and has even been drunk over it many times. Unexpectedly, she brought it up as soon as they met. However, he was determined to reconcile and did not dare to get angry.

His expression changed several times, and he finally smiled gently: "Huixin, Rumeng has nothing to do with me. I just want to..." "Don't even think about it." Liu Yuniang said calmly: "I already looked down on you at the beginning. You were not good at studying, you couldn't do business, you couldn't support your family, and you were a waste. Now I look down on you even more. We all know that the reason you came to me for help was not because of affection, but for money. The more you beg, the more it proves that I was blind. Every time I see you, I'm reminded again... Get out of here!"

Qi Zhengming wanted to reconcile, but he couldn't help it after hearing such words: "Huixin, women can't be too strong..." "If I wasn't strong, what would you have eaten all these years?" Liu Yuniang's face was full of sarcasm: "I heard that Qi Hechen went to Tai'an Restaurant and ordered on credit. He is really getting more and more promising." Qi Zhengming was surprised: "Wasn't it someone else's treat?" Liu Yuniang's eyes were full of meaning: "As the old saying goes, mice give birth to children who can dig holes. You and Cheng Rumeng are full of lies, and the child you gave birth to is no less deceitful."

Seeing that she was not joking, Qi Zhengming was extremely anxious and turned around and hurried away. He had to go back and ask!

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You’re Here

It had been 3 years since Remus’ ex-boyfriend had dropped out of school and joined the Deatheaters, and every single one he took down felt like revenge.

It would be a whole lot easier to pretend he didn’t care if he could just forget about the time they had…

The marauders were worried about Sirius.

Sure, they knew about his home life, but he had always been back after the school holidays. Something had to be wrong, and they didn’t know what.

Until they did.

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Remus always volunteered for the hardest missions. The ones that put him in the most danger, letting him keep the others safe.

And because every time he took a Deatheater down, it felt like his own personal revenge.

If he had told his 14 year old self that in 6 years he would hate Sirius Black’s guts, he probably would have gotten hexed. Yet, there he was, trying to force his memories of Sirius out of his mind.

It had been 3 years, and he still couldn’t forget the feeling of Sirius’ love. Or, what he thought had been love. 3 years, and he couldn’t get the image of Sirius’ blush out of his head. 3 years, and he was still in love with Sirius Black, the fucking Deatheater, no matter how betrayed and angry he felt.

At least James understood.

They had discussed it a lot, what they would do if they ever ran into Sirius.

Discussing it was definitely not preparation for the real thing.

Remus had been the first to sign on to the Rosier Manor raid, much to Lily and James’ disapproval. It was better if he went, he didn’t have anything to lose. Not that he’d ever say that much to his friends because the one time he had, Lily cried, which was not something he was interested in doing again.

He listened as Moody went through the game plan. Well, half listened, but still. He was just… slightly intimidated as he took in the sheer size of the manor.

It was nice to get back to duelling.

The idea of taking down the Deatheaters one by one was exhilarating as hell, and Remus revelled in the way his adrenaline pounded through him as he shot hexes and curses left and right, keeping a pretty decent shield over himself.

“Lupin, behind!” He heard a shout from one of the Prewett twins and turned to block a curse headed in his direction. It was lazily done, not specifically sent towards him, so it didn’t take much to block it. His hand froze on his way to send out a counter-curse, as he noticed the Deatheater had stopped, staring directly at him with wide eyes.

It had been 6 years, but he hadn’t forgotten those silver eyes, that slightly crooked nose, and that mess of black hair. The light in his eyes had dimmed considerably, but he was still beautiful. So, so fucking beautiful.

“Sirius?” The name tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself, ignoring the fact that they were losing Deatheaters every second. He could faintly hear some of his allies shouting to him, but it was like everything else stopped existing to him.

God, he was still gorgeous.

He was a lot thinner, almost alarmingly so, and he had dark bags under his eyes, but he was Sirius. The fact that he was fighting for the wrong side had gone completely forgotten as they stared at one another, Sirius just as taken aback as he was, eyes fixed on Remus.

“You let your guard down, Lupin.” A voice sounded behind him, a shiver running down Remus’ spine.

Shit.

A hand grabbed his wrists, wand having disappeared at some point, as his hands were bound behind his back and he was apparated away.

The last thing he saw before he was promptly knocked out was Sirius’ stunned expression darken.

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“Oi! Lupin, Potter! I heard your best friend is one with the Dark Lord himself, now!” Barty Crouch Jr’s snide voice rang out from the Slytherin table, and Remus’ heart sunk.

No.

There was no fucking chance.

“-torture him for information, then kill him? Is he really that useful?” Remus’ head was throbbing, eyes still shut, unmoving, as he tried to get his bearings and listen immediately after waking up, which was not fucking easy.

“He’s on Dumbledore’s little inner circle, if he’s in a raid like that. He has to know something useful.” He finally forced his eyes open, lifting his head.

“Oh, he’s up. Morning, Lupin.” Barty fucking Crouch Jr. Of course. He was rolling up his sleeves, pulling his wand out with a twisted smile. “Alright, this is going to be fun-“

“I’m going first.” Sirius interrupted, and Remus turned to him with a glare.

“What the fuck? I’m the one who caught him!”

“And I’m the one who was forced to room with those fuckwits for six and a half years! Besides, don’t you think it’ll be better for him to look his ex in the eye?” His eyes met Barty’s with a malicious glint in them that Remus didn’t even recognise. He thought his heart had broken 3 years ago, but apparently not, because it was definitely shattering. He was almost surprised the Deatheaters couldn’t hear it.

“…fine. But don’t finish him off, I’m having a fucking turn.” He grumbled, sounding so childish that Remus almost wanted to laugh at his tantrum.

Almost.

Sirius turned and locked the door with a flick of his wand, before throwing a silencing charm around the room.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because last time I didn’t, Mulciber barged in and demanded a turn. I’m not having that happen again.” Sirius answered, eyes still fixed on Remus.

“Fair.”

Sirius lifted his wand, Remus never once moving his gaze from him.

“Avada kedavra.”

Remus watched as Barty slumped to the ground, eyes widening at the fact that Sirius’ hand was shaking. He had killed Barty. Remus was alive, untouched, okay. Sirius pulled Remus’ wand from his pocket, before crouching in front of him.

“Moony, are you alright? Are you hurt?” There was a hand on his cheek, Sirius’ hand, as Sirius surveyed him carefully.

“No, I’m- I’m fine. What-“

“Come on, there’s a way out the back.”

“Wait, what’s going on? I thought you were- that you had…” he trailed off helplessly as Sirius walked behind him and freed him.

“Okay, so Dumbledore told none of you, of fucking course. He approached me 2 years ago, asked me to spy, keep his lot safe. Let’s go.” He offered Remus his hand, watching silently as Remus hesitated. He went over the possibilities in his head. Sirius was lying and was ready to take him straight to the Dark Lord, Sirius was telling the truth, but got them both killed anyway (which was a very Sirius thing to do), or that he was telling the truth and Remus was safe.

Despite the fact that it had been 3 years, the instinct that told him to trust Sirius still hadn’t gone. If anything, it was fighting louder to be heard, screaming and kicking until he listened.

So he took his hand.

Sirius smiled softly at him, and Remus could swear he saw a spark of the old glint in his eyes. It was enough to make Remus weak in the knees (still), but at least he could blame it on having been knocked out and tied to a chair.

Sirius led him carefully out a hidden door, the two of them stepping carefully and quietly, Sirius giving Remus his wand back as they walked.

“Hey, Black, what the fuck are you doing?!” A voice rang out.

Sirius froze.

“Shit. Run!” He started sprinting, dragging Remus with him as he sent out as many curses as he physically could, Remus throwing a protective spell over the two of them. “We’re almost out of the anti-apparation zone!” He explained as he shoved a door open, the daylight stinging Remus’ eyes as Sirius apparated, the two of them vanishing from sight.

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Hope was at a loss as she watched her son fall apart in her arms.

“I hate him- I fucking hate him- I should hate him- Why the hell do I still love him?” The words came out in between stuttered breaths, sobbing into Hope as she moved her hand soothingly up and down Remus’ back. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was like Sirius had silently, secretly, stolen Remus’ heart and set it on fire, burning slow and painful in his chest as he disappeared without a word.

-

Sirius knew it had to be a confusing sight, a known Deatheater from a high status family walking into the Order’s safe space with one of their most trusted members.

James saw him first, as Sirius’ heart gave a painful tug.

James.

He was frozen, stunned, as Marlene stood, wand raised.

“Let him go.” Her voice was low, dangerous, as Sirius immediately released Remus and dropped his wand. He raised both of his hands, not knowing how the fuck to explain what was going on to the room of people who hated him.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

“Listen, I’m not-“

“Black?” Alastor Moody. Sirius kept his gaze fixed on Marlene, not moving in case she took it as a threat, rightfully so, and shot a curse at him.

“Wotcher, Moody.”

“What are you doing here?”

“About that. I may have… accidentally blown my cover.” Sirius could feel Remus’ eyes on him, and he hoped his face didn’t turn red as easily as it used to, because he could feel it heating up.

“What the fuck, Sirius?! We need someone on the inside!”

“Please, I know you have more than just me in there.” He shot back. “They were going to kill Remus, and I couldn’t talk them into letting him go. I got as far as only torturing him, but I wasn’t going to get him any safer than that without blowing my cover.” He said simply, and it was like Remus’ gaze only intensified. Fucking hell, he loved him so much.

“Black,” Moody started, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have killed people for the cause, but one of your friends getting a little hurt makes you quit?”

“Yes.” He answered immediately. “Because my friends have spent 3 years hating me, and I’ve spent 3 years knowing that they hate me. I wasn’t going to let the only man I’ve ever loved die hating me, or any of my friends think I killed him! Especially if I could fucking stop it!” Moody was stunned into silence, as Sirius realised what he had said.

Remus had spent years hating him, he must have, and here he was confessing his love for him! Great. Just fucking perfect.

“Dumbledore can rip me apart if he really wants to.” He mumbled, as he noticed Remus take a step closer to him. It wasn’t exactly easy to hold on to his train of thought anymore. “But I wasn’t going to, uh, to let them, you know, so…”

“Padfoot.” Remus’ voice was half a whisper, half a sob, as Sirius finally, finally turned and met his eyes. Those beautiful, lovely, amazing amber eyes.

Before he had a chance to speak, Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius, holding him like he was worried that he would disappear if he didn’t. Sirius wondered if their hearts still spoke the same language that they had before, an effortless blend of the two of them. He hoped to Merlin that Remus could hear his heart keening, gravitating towards him, beating a constant ‘you’re here, hi, I missed you so much, I love you.’

He was probably speaking them, too, as he buried his face in Remus’ collarbone, feeling Remus press a kiss to the top of his head.

“I- I wanted to think you’d never, but-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, darling. I know.” Sirius interrupted. “Anyway, I’m here now, aren’t I?” Remus pulled away and nodded, amazed.

“Yeah. You’re here.” There was a small smile on his face as he slowly, carefully, connected their lips in a very short kiss. Almost immediately after he pulled away, Sirius felt another pair of arms around him.

James.

Oh, he had missed his friends.

There had been so many times that he had felt inhuman over the three years with the Deatheaters, where he worried that he could never be the same, once the war was over.

As he looked at his friends, at Remus watching him with that perfect smile, eyes shining, he knew that it was okay.

He was finally okay.

[konstantynowitz]

Lestrange Sr. headcanons

Lestrange sr was the grandson of former Minister for Magic Radolphus Lestrange. It became a family tradition to give the boys within the Lestrange family a name that bore the first initial ‘R’ after Radolphus.

I headcanon Lestrange sr’s first name to be Radolphus in honor of his grandfather, so he’d technically be Radolphus Lestrange II.

His nicknames are Rudolph or Ru (but anyone besides Tasoula who dares call him these is a dead man).

Other than being British, he is of German and French descent.

Lestrange had three children with his wife Tasoula Shafiq: Rodolphus, Rabastan and Renissa. Renissa is Lestrange’s youngest child and only daughter, and in spite of being a girl she was included in the family tradition of being given a name that started with an ‘R’.

He and Tasoula were a love match, they were betrothed to each other since by their parents since they were seven. The match may not have been their choice in the beginning but they were undoubtedly soulmates.

Lestrange definitely had his fair share of relationships outside of his betrothal to Tasoula, but believe me when I say she was his queen. If he had to choose over his side whores and her, it would be her without question. She is the only one he ever truly loved.

He became a Knight of Walpurgis in his fifth year at Hogwarts when Riddle first started recruiting. Lestrange was second in command of the Knights, if Tom wasn’t there then Lestrange was in charge. Even since the early days of the Death Eaters the Lestrange family always held a position of power amongst Voldemort’s followers.

Close friends with Rosier Sr. — judging by the the French branch of the Lestrange family tree I’d say the two were probably distant cousins.

Lestrange is a seer, which was both a gift and a curse. He passed this ability onto his eldest son Rodolphus Lestrange.

He spoiled his children rotten, especially Renissa. She was daddy’s little princess in all regards. He’d do anything for her, she was the mini version of Tasoula and Lestrange adored her. There was nothing he wouldn’t give her, she was his whole world.

Lestrange held high expectations for Rodolphus as he was the eldest of his children. There was no doubt that when Rodolphus got older he would become a Death Eater like his father, much to Tasoula’s chagrin, although there was nothing she could really do about it.

Rabastan was of course going to follow in his father and older brother’s footsteps. All the sons of Voldemort’s Knights went on to become Death Eaters, especially if they were from prominent pure-blood families such as the Lestranges.

Radolphus and Tasoula would never disown their children if they decided not to fall in line with their family’s purist beliefs. This is mostly because Tasoula refused to abandon her children, she loved her sons and daughter too fiercely to ever cast them out. If Radolphus ever disowned one of his children then he better be prepared to lose his wife as well because wherever her kids go, she goes.

Don’t get me wrong, Radolphus was a pure-blood supremacist, he hates muggles and he doesn’t want them anywhere near his family, nor does he want any of his kids to defend or protect the very people threatening the magical integrity of the wizarding world. But family is family and he loves his kids and Tasoula, and I don’t think he’d be willing to just let them go like that.

Radolphus definitely had this talk with Tasoula when Walburga disowned Sirius. Tasoula was probably the one who started this conversation saying something along the lines of: “you can cast them out, you can disown them and pretend they never existed, but if you do that then you may as well erase me too, because wherever my children go, I go.”

I don’t think Radolphus would have ever considered disowning any of his kids anyway. I believe the Lestranges are a really loyal, tight knit family and they look after their own. After all their family motto is: Corvus oculum corvi non eruit (The raven did not pluck out the raven's eye), which essentially means they’d never betray each other.

[sendandburn]

Clearing up misconceptions

So a lot of people seem to believe that Abraxas Malfoy married Druella Rosier, however...

Druella Black[4] (née Rosier) (fl. 1951-1955) was a pure-blood witch who married Cygnus Black III. The couple had three daughters: Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa Black. " (Harry Potter Wiki)

So who did Abraxas marry? Honestly.... We don't know. All we know is that however it is, they are definitely not a Rosier. Perhaps he married an Avery, Macnair or Mulciber.... Or someone from a different pureblood family entirely.

Another common misconception, constantly being perpetuated by fanfiction cause people just LOVE the idea of a Teeny Tiny Wizarding world :

Dorea and Charlus Potter are James Potters parents.

They are not, as you can see right here:

"James Potter I (27 March 1960 - 31 October 1981),[1] also known as Prongs, was an English pure-blood[3][4] wizard and the only son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter.[12]" (Harry Potter Wiki)

So what Charlus and Dorea are of James? Well, either They are his grandparents or, my own personal take, his Aunt and Uncle.

Ofc, you are free to write them as his parents if you want but not only you will be essencially erasing and/or flat out ignoring the freaking inventor of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion but also systematically destroying every chance Progstar/Starbucks, Jegulus, Sirry, Drary and whatever the heck the oficial ship name for Regulus Black/Harry Potter is (Regarry? Hagulus? Hargulus???) ever had of happening.

Look, i get why someone would want to destroy Sirry and Regulus Black/Harry Potter and as much as i love progstar, it is not that popular so it's not that surprising that someone would want to kill it. But Do you seriously want to obliterate two of the three most popular crack ships on this fandom, just so you can pretend the wizarding world is even more inbreed than it already is?

Wich, if you want to avoid incest, would leave you with the following options for partners for Harry :

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Neville Longbottom

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Marcus Flint

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

Astoria Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass

Pansy Parkinson

Susan Bones

Hanah Abbot

Fleur Delacour

Gabrielle Delacour

Victor Krum

Luna Lovegood

An Oc

Remus lupin

Albus Dumbledore

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Minerva McGonagall

Amelia Bones

Alastor Moody

Evan Rosier

Barty crouch jr

Mulciber Jr

Avery Jr

Fenrir Greyback

Xenophilus Lovegood

Rubeus Hagrid

..... Or Cargo of any kind

Not as big of a selection as you would have by just leaving things as it is, but it may still please somebody so, whatever.

I guess the choice is up to you

Just remember that this is not canon.

[noahkahansversion]

Slytherin Skittles Hcs!

We’re choosing to ignore the stupid name for them thanks homies!

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-evan and pandora were twins

-ravenclaw pandora

-also adore the idea of ravenclaw barty? that’s a pretty good one

-absolutely bartemius crouch junior was a party animal, slept with a ton of people and did whatever drugs he was offered, he was wild because of his ministry dad

-evan was the best at planning a fight, if it was random he was basically just muscle, but if he had a bit to prepare he was insane

-barty and reg were skinny and scrawny, evan was built like a bar bouncer, all muscle on a larger frame

-barty was skinny in the way he still had abs, regulus was skinny in an almost unhealthy way

-also do like the idea of pandora being a lestrange, but mainly like her as evans twin or that xenophilius took her last name

-dorcas was in the marauders year, the others were a year younger

-dorcas was a halfblood, the others were all pure bloods.

-no doubt, dorcas was a slytherin. she played on the quidditch team every year she was at hogwarts as a chaser

-dorcas played chaser, reg was seeker, and if barty and evan were both in slytherin i think they would’ve both been the beaters for possibly their fifth or sixth year?

-ravenclaw barty and pandora being able to talk to the other houses and get stuff without being seen as evil due to not having the slytherin mantle hanging over them

-dorcas fought with anyone and everyone because she was a half blood slytherin, and so she often felt like she was fighting for the right to be there

-dorcas and marlene got together in their fifth year

-barty developed a crush on regulus in second year, and carried that up until sixth year when he started paying attention to evan

-regulus was with james while reg was in his fifth and sixth year, then james moved onto lily

-also love fics where reg lives and stays with james

-evan rosier is an asexual, it’s a fact. he used to laugh at barty for all his adventures, but truly evan worried barty would never settle and realize evan liked him. “i’d rather never touch you and still be with you” and all that

-since dorcas is a year ahead, the other four spend a year without her. it’s not a great year

-reg and pandora were each others first kiss, but i believe that pandora and xenophilius got together pretty early

-if anything, pandora at least was certainly a ravenclaw. she was smart, and she knew sybil trelawney fairly well

-after the prank, remus definitely hung out with them for a bit, and barty and him slept together once

-barty and marlene pretended they hated each other, but they got along so well it scared them

-evan and james also got along surprisingly well, they met in a battle once after hogwarts and pretty much froze when they saw each other

-in canon times, after hogwarts, when the marauders and the rest of the order saw barty or evan with the death eaters they struggled

-i also saw a hc that dorcas was the one who killed evan, which is heartbreaking. she didn’t mean too, but she did, and it broke all of them, because when evan died reg was already dead

-also like the hc that moody killed evan and that’s what made barty go after him

-pandora had to live for ten years with all of them dead. at least ten years, and barty was in azkaban for it.

-pandora still made regulus lunas godfather, despite him being dead

-pandora definitely died trying to figure out how to destroy horcruxes

-dorcas absolutely broke when her boys became death eaters. they betrayed her, but when they all died, she forgave them. how could she not forgive her boys?

-since barty was the last to die, he did the worst things, and was the last to be forgiven for everything

[itsjaywalkers]

Could we get some headcanons about Pandora please? :(

OF COURSE!! i love that insane girl more than anything!!

i gotta warn u tho nonnie, my version of pandora is not a common one so !! u may not enjoy the hcs.. i do hope u at least will find them interesting!!

this isn't 100% about pandora but i feel like it shapes her personality and the kind of person she is so . the first thing is that i love her as evan's twin!! i tend to write them as siblings almost always

she's as insane as evan but in a different way.. despite how quiet and reserved he is in comparison to his sister, i feel like his brand of crazy is more obvious. he's unnerving and doesn't bother with keeping up appearances + doesn't care if he makes others uncomfortable

pandora doesn't give a fuck about what others have to say about her either, but she's more of a people person!! she's nicer and more open, doesn't mind talking to others or keeping them company

despite this, she gives off freak vibes. ppl feel uneasy around pandora and that's why they try to keep their distance, but they couldn't tell you why they find her so weird or offputting

she's always unapologetically herself. she's softer than evan in many ways, but that doesn't mean she measures her words or takes others' feelings into account before she speaks (although she's more careful when she's dealing with someone she actually loves)

despite what i've mentioned about her being a ppl person, i don't think she actually likes people that much, outside of her close circle of friends. she's just good at pretending, and doesn't have any issues with entertaining others sometimes or being around them

that's why i think that her interest resides on animals, nature, the world around her. both rosier twins are scientists, but while evan is fascinated by the human body and ppl's behaviours, pandora prefers to study creatures or how everything else works

she loves learning, but it matters more to her the process of getting the answers, and having fun along the way, than the actual answers. that's why she isn't that upset when one of her experiment doesn't do well, or doesn't result in what she expected

she's very picky about the people she lets close, but once u have her trust, u have it forever. you'd have to betray her very badly for her to cast u out. that, or hurt her brother in any way

evan is the person she loves the most in the world

i love to hc both twins as trans!! and them exchanging names the moment they realised!!

i tend to see her as bisexual?? but i've written her as a lesbian before

she can be a bit careless when she's very focused on her research or on an experiment. she prioritises knowledge always, so she forgets to eat or sleep, and never considers the risks to her own well-being (which has ended with her hurt more than once)

this is also why i think she and evan usually work side by side. they look after each other almost unconsciously. it's second-nature to them, an instinct. they keep each other alive

she's always a bit in love with barty, just like barty is always a bit in love with her

regulus is her best friend!! he isn't her person, exactly, bc that's always gonna be evan, but he's the closest to a soulmate outside of her brother she has

she's very gray, very neutral. i don't see her as someone who cares about doing the right thing. i think she can easily tell good from bad, but that the lines blur for her, because it's never a matter of being on the side of good, but a matter of surviving and what suits her and her brother best

she'll try anything at least once

despite her nice, almost sweet disposition, she's a very dominant person, definitely more than her brother. it comes easy to her, taking the reins and being in control

she's the younger twin, but has always acted like the older sister

she likes her parents and has an okay relationship with them, but they've never been close. they still support her and evan, even when it comes to their craziest endeavours, but always at a distance

she heavily dislikes sirius

my favourite ship for her is pandalily!! as most of u already know.. i just think that she and lily bring out the worst in each other but in a . good way . they encourage all the ugly and embrace it and there's never any judgement

i also like her with barty tho!! and with barty AND evan bc c'mon the incest connotations are right there but i don't think u guys are ready for this conversation

i've also read her with dorcas and i'm more indifferent to their ship but i still find it fun

and i'm gonna stop there bc this is already way too long

[domaslut]

I WON’T CRUCIFY THE THINGS YOU DO.

Pairings: Chester Davies x reader; Felix Rosier x reader

Warnings: angst, bits of fluff, use of alcohol, post Hogwarts, the characters are in their early twenties, some implications to sex towards the end (18+).

Plot: in which you give up on your relationship with Chester Davies to work for the Order of the Phoenix as a mole among the Death Eaters and convince Felix Rosier, your former crush, to redeem himself. Exhausted, you come to the conclusion that you have lost the only person you truly cared about. Once you come back home, however, someone is waiting for you on the couch.

You stumbled out of the Three Broomsticks, smudged lipstick, black lines of mascara drawing irregular patterns on your cheeks. You were definitely tipsy, barely standing straight and your vision was partially blurry. Right after you had agreed on joining a group of new young recruits of Death Eaters to assault Diagon Alley, you had realised that it was not the way you planned to help the Order of the Phoenix. You should have just turned down Mad-Eye Moody’s offer to become his eyes and ears. Not only you were risking your neck, but also torturing innocent people. How did you end up falling in the deep end?

Once your task was completed, you did not hesitate to apparate in Hogsmeade and wash away your sins in alchol. Butterbeer was a long forgotten drink. Fire Whiskey worked, though. You gulped down a shot after another, theoat on fire, tears peaking at the angles of your lashes.

Why did he have to be a Death Eater?

The chill running down your spine when your eyes met on the battlefield earlier, the way he suavely whispered your name under his breath as he brushed his thin lips on the back of your hand. He was the same, handsome as ever, malice gleaming into his eyes. Yet, he was not the old, good guy you had fallen in love with back at Hogwarts.

“Unscupulous, I see. You certainly became a real Slytherin, after all”, his voice rang in your head as you slumped down on a bench to rest. The moon shone bright above you and you knew it was probably past midnight. You should have just headed back home, instead of spending your money on cheap drinks in hope to forget about him.

“Screw you, alright?” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could not just simply pretend you had not casted a Crucio with him on a fellow wizard in the middle of the steets. You could not shake the feeling of satisfaction dripping from his laughter, once you were done, or the way he pushed you against the nearest wall to invite you over for a drink. You could not read his true intentions, you did not know if he keened to truly have his way with you out of pure interest, or if he was just trying to hook up to celebrate his victory. All you knew was that your blood ran cold and you arranged to agree on a date on Sunday.

His breath fanned your jawline as he buried his nose onto the crook of your neck. You had dreamt to be this close to him for years, back in time. But he was not a monster in your dreams, he was a slytherin prince in a emerald green cape. A yelp fell from your lips, when his sharp teeth bit down on the tender flesh of your neck and chills ran down your spine as he reclutanly took a step back, to inspect the purple mark he had tatooed on your once flawless skin.

“Just in case you bump onto that uptight boyfriend of yours… Are you two still together, by the way? I should have not let him have his way with you back then”.

A teardrop left your eye but you quickly wiped it away with your fingertips. You were tired, exhausted even and your stomach twisted and turned, leaving you dizzy in the middle of a strangely desolate Hogsmeade. As if it was not enough, your mind dragged you in dark memories, forcing you to reminisce over things you should have not done, over facts that had made you realise how stupid and foolish you had been back then.

“It’s not you. It’s me. I am not good enough for you” you had murmured, a pouring rain cascading over you two and disguising your tears with its droplets running down your face.

He stared at you in defeat, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket “You are more than enough for me. Be honest: it’s not me, but it’s not you either, am I right? It’s him.”

You clenched your fists in frustration as his words cut deep into your heart. He was right. It was ‘him’, but how were you supposed to tell him that it was not just about your feelings for him? He was a good friend of yours, after all. Maybe your love for him was not as intense as you thought it was: you just wanted to make sure he was fine, that the Death Eaters had not knocked on his door trying to englobe him into their army. However, little did you know he was a Rosier and his family had always chosen to stand with the shadows.

“Chester, please… – you uttered, averting your eyes from him – It’s complicated. I don’t want to hurt you” you tried to defend yourself.

“Oh, thank you for your deliberate act of kindness then. – he sarcastically commented – What on the Earth do you think you’re doing right now, huh? Hypocrisy doesn’t suit you, Y/N” he countered back, jabbing his finger at you. His hands were shaking and you wondered if the water dripping down his glabrous face were tears, or just the rain.

“He was your friend too, Chester! I need to do this for him! There’s a chance he could be saved” you fired back, taking a step forward.

“A backstabber is no friend of mine. – he flatly declared, shrugging at you – And stop lying to my face. Don’t pretend you are doing this for him. We both know you are going to walk through hellfire for your benefits. That’s it, isn’t it? You desperately need to know that he is a good guy, when you already know the truth! There is no redemption for him. Don’t be so foolish to follow him into a grave, please” he ranted, before turning his back at you and running off to a place far from you.

You had done a terrible mistake. Weeks had passed from that fatal day, when Chester left your shared appartment, leaving no trace of his existence behind. You regretted everything. He was never wrong, he knew you would have literally fought the Dark Lord himself to make sure Felix was still the guy you had lost your mind for from the day you first met. Chester did not care about your feelings for him. He accepted the fact that a part of you would have always belonged to the Slytherin prefect. Why? Because he loved you. He was the one who picked up the pieces of your broken heart and put them together, when Felix dumped you at the Yule Ball.

“I should have known he was the only one worth to fight for…” you whispered, batting your eyes closed. Flashes of that night pestered your broken mind.

You were in the Great Hall in a lovely green dress, red painted lips and full of expectations for the Ball, when Felix Rosier told you he could not attend the event and that, furthermore, you were not the one for him. You fell on your knees, your eyes sparkling in tears as you heard the echoes of your friends’s laughters all around you. You should have kept your distance, you should have not allowed yourself to believe you two shared a deeper connection. You were just friends.

It was only when someone cleared his throat in your proximity that you finally saw Chester, a gentle look in the eyes and a baby-blue tissue in his hand. You were still too traumatized to say something, but it was not necessary. He bent down next to you, grabbing your chin delicately to turn your head towards him and then he did something you could never forget: he tapped the tears away from your face with the tissue, half-lidded coffee brown hues soaking in your features.

You had no idea of how long you sat there in silence, watching couples of students hiding in the shadows to make out, or have some privacy anyway. Eventually, though, he was the one who broke the awkward silence.

“What was his excuse?” he asked, staring to an indefinite point ahead of him.

“He had some business to attend to… – you trailed off – And, according to him, we are better off as friends”.

He scoffed, lulling his head back in search for the right words to say but it appeared to you that he was just trying to suffocate his rage. You had never seen the calm and collected Ravenclaw prefect acting so out of character. It was weird and oddly creepy, yet heartwarming. Why was he so upset? Did he care that much about you?

“Would you give me a chance?” he blurted out then, catching you off guard.

You parted your lips in disbelief, cocking your head to the side “What?”.

“Dance with me. Now. Outside. Would you give me a chance to make you smile?”.

You blushed, grasping his hand as he helped you to get back on your feet. He draped his jacket over your bare shoulders, as you slow-danced under the moonlight that night. Somehow, he had got your back. And it was not the last time he did it.

Where was he now though? He was gone, he was not coming back to you. Not now, not even in a lifetime. It was your fault, after all. You deserved it.

You took off your heels, standing up from the bench and cursing yourself for having been a blind idiot who only saw the good in people who lacked empathy. Felix never loved you, not even now. You were nothing more than a one-night stand for him. A toy, a doll to throw away once he was done with it, as one of the Death Eaters had said to him “She is a cute doll, isn’t she?”. But you were not a doll, you were a young woman in love.

You appareted away, back into your apartment. It was dark, except for the dim moonlight seeping through the courtains into the living room. Your flat only meant one thing to you now: solitude and sorrow, guiltiness and remorse. You were used to snuggle into Chester’s arms, whenever you got back home. Who was waiting for you now, though? No one, but an empty space.

You dragged your feet along the cold floor, droopy eyes and a quivering lower lip. You had no tears left to cry, yet your body stirred and trembled as if you were about to burst out into another break down again.

You had barely made it to bedroom, when your legs gave up and you collapsed. You expected to hit the floor with a dull thud, to have your knees bruised the morning after and maybe a concussion, but you did not expect to inhale a familiar scent, or to hold onto his forearms for dear life. Were you really that drunk that you were imagining things? Was it possible to feel a warm breath fanning your lips, if you were daydreaming, though?

“Just in time” Chester murmured, concerned.

You gawked, your eyes snapping open as your vision cleared out to reveal his face. You were not having episodes, he was there, holding you into his arms because, once again, you could not take care of yourself. How ironic was it that he always had your back, even though you were not together anymore? He was not supposed to be there, to watch you crumble down under the effect of drinks and the hurt Felix was causing you.

“You are back… You are here” you stammered, glassy eyes boring into his ones.

Chester did not reply. His hands simply travelled down your waist, then they settled on the back of your legs and swept you off of your feet. You let him pick you up, your hand clenching the fabric of his navy-blue shirt like a newborn baby. You depended on him, you had missed him like crazy. But why was he there? You had hurt him, he had all the rights in the world to hate you.

Still he loved you.

“Why are you here?” you murmured, as he laid you down on the bed.

It took a moment for him to answer. His eyes inspected your body, searching manically for some injuries, a proof that someone had hurt you, but all his eyes saw were a few bitemarks on your neck and the sorrow in your eyes. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down towards you, as if you were begging him to stay. Had he not come back to stay, indeed?

“I was… I had forgotten some books and a box with some clothes” he vaguely said, sitting down beside you.

You frowned, lifting yourself up on your elbows “Don’t lie to me, Ches…” you said, earning a sigh from him.

Chester glanced at you briefly, his heart melting instantly. It felt surreal. You two were sitting in your once shared bedroom, tired, a familiar gleam in your eyes that displayed nothing but affection and concern. Merlin, he had truly missed you. How far had you gone this time?

“I was worried about you and your low sense of self-preservation” he admitted, as you sighed and wrapped your arms around your legs, bringing them to your chest. He knew that position. You once told him you felt protected and safe, if you curled yourself up in a ball. You were scared and loathed to see you like that.

“It sucks caring about a reckless idiot, I know... I am sorry” you agreed, propping your chin over your knees.

Chester arched a tick eyebrow, shifting his position to properly face you. What had Felix done to you? Did you finally understand he was a lost cause? Had you finally realised how much you valued?

“I would have come back anyway. Reckless, or rational” he softly said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your left ear. Your breath hitched, his forefinger brushing against your cheekbone in a feather-like touch. You had longed for that touch for days.

“Why?”.

“Because I love you. – he paused, swallowing forcefully the limp in his throat – And there’s nothing bad you can do to change that. No matter how far you go, how much you venture into the darkness, or how you got that…” he trailed off, gesturing to the hickeys sprinkled down your neck. Your hand snapped up to cover your exposed flesh from his gaze. Shame and regrets dawning on you for the unpteenth time that night. You never wanted Felix to touch you. The only reason why you allowed him to do it was that you hoped to persuade him to be a better man, to turn his back at the Dark Lord.

“I have come back for you, Y/N, because I love you” he confessed then.

Tears spilled out uncontrollably from your already puffed eyes and you crawled towards him, hands cupping his face to bring him down to your level. Your lips met midway, moving in sync, dancing in a slow motion you had missed for five longs weeks of his absence. His calloused fingers tangled in your hair, pulling gently on some strands to angle your head in a better position. You belonged to him, his was the love that kept you warm in the endless, cold winter nights, his were the hugs you could not live without.

You moaned against his lips, his free hand travelling down your hip and squeezing it as a sign for you to climb on his legs. Another habit of yours, another way he had to show you his love language: physical, gentle touch.

He was not like Felix, he was not rough with you. Never. Most importantly, Chester Davies had never broken your fragile heart.

Your straddled his waist, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders as his lips hovered over yours. You stayed like that for minutes, eyes closed, lips barely touching and the only sound audible in the dark room was your uneven breaths. “I know you care about him… It’s okay, I can deal with it, if it’s important to you. But promise me you’re going to be okay” he cooed, knitting his eyebrows together. He was pleading you, he did not want to lose you again. Not for Felix Rosier, at least. He had asked Mad-Eye Moody to send him as mole in the dark society too, but he had refused. It was better for lovers to work separately. Or so he had been told.

You kissed him, nodding at his statement “I’ll do my best, but don’t leave me again”.

Words were superfluous, at this point. You ripped his shirt open, the buttons went flying across the room landing on the floor, lost forever. The bedsheets were the only shield you used from the rest of the world that night and Sunday soon became a day you wished not to live.

AUTHOR NOTE.

AHHH, I have honestly enjoyed writing this one! Would you love to read a part 2? I am very tempted, but I would like to hear your opinion first! I know, I know, I am the queen of angst but the best love stories I have ever read are tragic❤️👀

Are you a simp for Chester or Felix? 🫣

[nicosraf]

In theory, what if Michael was the one who found Lucifer instead of Asmodeus and Rosier in his bedroom? How would he react? If I was a writer I’d definitely write something for you with this concept but alas I am not so hello fanfic writers who need an idea 👋

TW: self harm, obsession, self-destructive behavior, bad bad bad vibes

Ohhhh – Michael would freak out, unsurprisingly, and try to help stop the bleeding, but Lucifer's mental state would be... incredibly fragile. Lucifer would get mad at him for making him stop. They would fight, and Lucifer would cry and probably ask Michael to hurt him too. They would fight again until Lucifer is sobbing so much that he can't talk, and Michael has to carry him to bed and tuck him in and beg him to sleep. Lucifer asks Michael to lay with him and hold him gently. Michael does.

Later, Lucifer wakes up and asks Michael if he wants him to prepare him something to eat. Lucifer is pretending like nothing happened. Michael is scared.

[miyagic]

She's everything

Regulus Black x reader

SUMMARY: Regulus is definitely the biggest fan of his animagus girlfriend, but is she enough to Sirius judgment?

MARAUDERS MASTERLIST

a/n: your animagus form is a black cat, your anigamus name is Star, and you're a slytherin (to make more sense).

a/n: If you don't want angst, you can just ignore the last few sentences, this went from happy to sad very quickly. Hope you like btw!! I gave the teachers random names. (cof cof just pretending u didn't choose Mikey's one shot to be posted first.)

w/c: 3k

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

REGULUS looked at the cat in front of him, fur as dark as night and eyes as green as spring plants. He smiled, stroking her soft fur.

"Hey.." Regulus ran his hand over her head, scratching below her ear, towards her neck, making the cat start to purr, rubbing herself against the brunette's hands. "How are you, love?"

"Meow~" the animagus drawls the last "ow", wanting her boyfriend to understand her.

"Hmm.." he smiled even more, the kitten lays down on the floor, stretching out and making Regulus' hand rest on her belly. "Love, get up, don't lie down on this dirty floor"

She stops her purrs, looking at him with big eyes.

"Okay, fine. If you prefer that way" he runs his hands down her sides, grabbing her easily. [Name] growled lightly as she was begrudgingly lifted up by her boyfriend. "Princess, you know I love you like this, but we're going to miss dinner soon." the cat nodded slightly, closing her eyes.

Not a minute later, Regulus felt the weight in his arms increase, looking with nothing but love and admiration at the, now woman, in front of him.

"How annoying, Reggie" [Name] rests her arms around his neck, while Regulus rests his on her hips. "But I still love you" Black laughed softly.

"I love you too, beautiful" he leaned in, bringing their foreheads together.

[Name] laughed, hugging him tighter. "Even that I don't want to, you're right, love. We'll miss dinner in a little while, we better go"

Regulus sighed, genuinely wondering why he decided to open his mouth.

"By the way, have you seen my tie? I haven't seen it since before I turned into a cat" [Name] was really going to need her tie, maybe not right now, but tomorrow it was really necessary, considering Professor Likl was REALLY strict about the clothes.

"No, princess, I didn't see it. But you still have your 2nd one" they hold hands as they slowly walk to the main hall.

The girl gave an embarrassed chuckle, "Eh, well, actually the one I lost is already my 2nd tie, so.. I don't have another one" she waves her clasped hands back and forth, "Maybe you can help me find it after dinner?"

"Of course, love, I'll help you" he smiles.

"Thanks Regs!!" She smiles openly, making a silly smile appear on her boyfriend's face too.

———☆———

AT THE TABLE of the so-called "slytherin skittles" or "the pantheon", Regulus was commenting on his second class tomorrow, making [Name] [Last Name], Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. groan in defiance. The class is potions, by Professor Slughorn.

Even though [Name] had the same class as them, she didn't sit with them, she started laughing in the middle of the class because of Regulus, making Professor Slughorn move her to the other side of the room. Unfortunately for everyone, she switched places with a Gryffindor, who was right behind the marauders.

Regulus hated it and was a little insecure because of his brother, like, he's so much better than him, who would prefer him instead of Sirius? [Name] will. He talked to his girlfriend, and they both resolved themselves and Regulus no longer feels the discomfort he used to. Just a lot more, for having to spend the whole class with an annoying Gryffindor.

Seeing the slight discomfort Regulus still felt about this, [Name] brought their hands together, intertwining them. Regulus was a jealous boy, that's no secret to anyone, but most of his jealousy is just his own insecurity, besides him being a slightly overprotective boyfriend.

He hated himself for a long time and with Sirius leaving his home, he couldn't help but think that maybe he had done something that made Sirius leave. He had no problem with Sirius leaving, he was genuinely happy that he was out of that hell, but it hurt him deeply to think that Sirius didn't even bother to ask if he wanted to go too, that Sirius hated him and that he changed him into first month of classes by James Potter. It hurt him, feeling abandoned. Regulus don't really talk about that, even thinking makes him feel like he's selfish. Maybe he is?

Fortunately, he has someone to lean on, now. Without Sirius, Regulus found himself without ground for a long time, without support, until the famous Slytherin trio, [Name], Barty and Evan arrived in his life. They became a quartet, after a few years of gaining Regulus' trust. A while later, Pandora arrived and joined too, Dorcas was part of it, but wasn't exactly part of the group. A friend who joined them often, but she preferred Gryffindors, or, more specifically, Gryffindor girls. In addition, she was also part of the group of Gryphana girls: Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald and Lily Evans.

But that doesn't really matter now.

The group always stayed together until the last possible moment, taking their time to eat, it was already a tradition to be the last ones to leave the room. That's because they knew they would have to leave Pandora (and what are skittles without Panda?), plus they couldn't sleep together, which made them separate from [Name] too, in the dorms.

And that's exactly what happens now, Pandora was telling a super important gossip, according to her, to which they, being super gossipy (and admitted) paid their maximum attention to her, apparently, a boy from her house made out with the brother of his girlfriend.

"Oh WOW" Barty shouted.

"Isn't it!? He could even cheat with other people, but with her brother it's very bad, to her" Pandora gestured with her hands.

[Name] laughed a little, "Good thing I don't have a brother," she winked at Regulus, making him roll his eyes.

Evan and Barty looked at each other, starting to laugh loudly. And with that, soon the entire group joined them laughing. The few students who still remained in the hall looked at them strangely, even with surprise, Regulus was not a person who usually laughed. Neither was Evan, but it was less rare to see him laughing than it was to see Regulus Black laughing.

Or at least Sirius thought so. Looking at them, Sirius realized how much his brother really liked his friends and for him, Regulus and [Name] had something, closer than friendship. The way they were normally always together, the way Regulus loosened up around her, how he always seemed to want to touch her, even if just with his fingertips.

But was she really good enough for her brother? Sirius will find out, with his genius plan (according to him) and with the help of the Marauders. Starting today.

———★———

SIRIUS looked at James, who was looking at him carefully.

"Okay, Pads, but what's this for, again?" Sirius made a bored face, as if it were obvious.

"Prongs, I need to know if she's good for Regulus, you know..." he pauses, starting to speak quietly, "if it's not just Walburga forcing an alliance" he makes quotation marks with his fingers "even if we're not talking, he's still my brother I.. I still love him" Sirius became sadder as he spoke. Remus, noticing this, took his hand, stroking her back with his thumb.

"Yes, I understood that, what I didn't understand is why we took off her tie" James said again, remembering when, in transfiguration class, they used ties as an example, having to take them off. Seeing her tie there, Sirius had the brilliant idea of stealthily grabbing it.

"Prongs, prongs, I thought you were smarter. I'm disappointed, normally you always understand" he joked. But his smile drops when he sees the confused look on his face. "You really don't get it?? Moony, Wormtail, you guys got it, right?"

"I guess? It's to see if Regulus cares enough about her to give her his spare tie so she doesn't go to detention with Slughorn?" Peter spoke and James looked at him as if his life made sense now.

"YES!" Sirius shouted, "See, it's not that hard, Worms understands me" he held out his hand for Peter to hit, which he did. Sirius squeeze Moony's hand, who had a book open on the table, reading as best he could with just one hand. Remus wasn't even listening to them.

"Ahh" James raised his eyebrows. "That makes sense, a lot, actually"

"Ahh" Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes with a playful grimace "I know my ideas are always good" Remus coughed, making Sirius look at him in disbelief "Moony??"

Sirius did his drama, pretending to be super hurt.

"But guys... I don't think this is a good way to show that Black cares, like, the tie can belong to anyone and besides, you don't have to care much about someone to lend them a tie" Peter said.

"That's true, Pads" James kicked Sirius' leg under the table, "Looks like the plan isn't that good"

"You may be right, but the next ones are better, you know why?" Everyone looked at each other, deep down they already knew what Sirius wanted, they just didn't want them to be right. "Because you will going to help me"

"We will?" Peter chuckled awkwardly.

"You will."

———★———

WHEN the Great Hall was empty and it was almost time for curfew, the Slytherin group was getting ready to leave, letting everyone speak before they left.

"And that was it, in short, I hate professor Andfy" Barty sighed, having gotten angry again just telling him what happened.

"I don't like him either, in fact I don't think anyone does, he's not a bad person, but he's a bad teacher" Pandora says and everyone nods in agreement. "But well, I think we should go to the dorms now."

"Yeah, I think so too, it's not almost curfew and I don't think we want detention" [Name] takes Regulus' hand.

Barty and Evan get up, followed by the rest of the group. Barty puts his arm around Evan's shoulders and Regulus intertwines his fingers with his girlfriend's.

"Come on Panda, let's take you to your common room" [Name] takes her hand too.

"Yes, as always, [Nickname]" Pandora laughs, along with [Name] while Regulus smiles softly looking at them.

Everyone continued in comfortable silence to the Ravenclaw common room. When they arrived, everyone said goodbye to Pandora, with their usual group hug.

After Pandora entered her room, the others headed to the Slytherin common room.

The silence continued, comfortable as ever.

"Barty, Evan, I'm going to the girls' dorm with [Name] to help her look for her tie."

"Okay, Reggie, go with your enchanted princess" Barty scoffed, using the nickname she knew Regulus wouldn't accept from anyone (besides [Name]).

"I'm an enchanted princess, Barts, and you're my servant," [Name] teased back.

"Of course, enchanted princess, what do you want?" Barty bowed.

Evan and Regulus looked at each other.

"Alright princess, go with your prince and I'll go with your servant" Evan laughed, walking away with Barty.

"Bye you beauties, see you tomorrow!" [Name] shouted softly at them.

"Bye Star" Evan and Barty said together.

Regulus squeeze her hand three times, she did the same and they both went up the stairs to the girls' dorm.

"Alright, try to remember where was the last time you saw your tie, love" [Name] opened the door to her dorm, walking in with him.

"Hm, I'm not sure, but it was after school or at least during the last one, since no teacher picked on me."

"Okay, let's look here, if we don't find it, we'll see tomorrow in transfiguration class"

"Okay! I'll look over there" points to the right side, "And you over there, babe" points to the left side. Regulus nodded.

———☆———

"Did you find anything?" Regulus turned to her.

"Nothing, Reg" [Name] sighed, walking towards him, "I'm sorry I'm making you still here so late" she rested her head on his shoulder.

Regulus wraps his arms on her. "Don't apologize, princess. Everything's okay, hm? Tomorrow we'll look in the transfiguration room, until then I'll give you my substitute."

"But love.." She tries to come up with something that might stop him from giving his tie, but [Name] knows nothing will change his mind now.

After all, stubbornness runs in the Black blood. And this is no secret to anyone.

"No buts. Tomorrow in the morning I'll take you mine. We'll meet at the usual place" Regulus gave her a little kiss on the cheek, walking to the dorms door and leaving without letting [Name] say anything.

After he left, [Name] changed into her pajamas, laying down on her bed. She didn't bother waiting for any of her roommates, knowing that Dorcas could either sleep in the Gryffindor girls' dorm or come back in a bit and Cassiopeia would just be back at curfew, usually being with her Ravenclaw boyfriend until then.

And in a bit, [Name] fell asleep.

———☆———

———★———

IN THE MORNING, before leaving the dorms, Regulus picked up his spare tie, only then going downstairs with Evan and Barty.

"You didn't find Star's tie?" Evan asked.

"No. At the end of the transfiguration class we'll look there." Regulus loosened his own tie a little. "She probably lost it there, since it was our last class yesterday and no teacher complained to her about not having a tie."

"That makes sense, I hope you find it. It won't be fun to be without a tie in Likl's class" Barty laughed, imagining his speech (and detention).

"Junior, are you stupid? She won't be without a tie even if we don't find it. I'll lend her mine, remember??" He waved his tie in front of his face.

"Ah.." Barty laughed awkwardly, scratching her lower lip with his fingers.

"Ah.." Evan mockingly imitated Barty, laughing. Regulus shook his head with a small smile, but let out a small nasal laugh.

"I hate you. Come on, the princesses must be waiting" he changed the subject, despite being right. "Regs' enchanted princess and Evs' enchanted princess sister"

———☆———

A SHORT time later, the trio arrived at their normal meeting place, in a random room that almost no one entered. The room had a window that gave a great view of the outside. It had some benches, cushions and tables (they took them there). It was cozy and silent apart from the noises of nature and the record player, when they played a record there.

When they entered, [Name] and Pandora were already inside, chatting excitedly.

"Finally!" [Name] spoke when she saw them entering.

"I was about to leave with Star" Pandora stood up, followed by [Name].

Regulus reached out his hand to her, who was soon grabbed. He pulled her against his body and hugged her.

"Good morning" Regulus squeezed her a little.

"Good morning"

"Here" he takes his tie out of his pocket "I brought the tie" he moved away a little, placing the tie around her neck, then Regulus tied the knot and tightened it, leaving it a little loose, afraid of hurting her.

"Thanks, Reg" she smiled at him, in their own little world.

"Alright lovebirds, let's go to class" Barty slapped Regulus on the back.

"Junior! Leave my couple" Pandora started pushing Barty out of the room.

Evan, Regulus and [Name] looked at each other, starting to laugh, then everyone left the room, heading to class.

———★———

LOOKING at his "friend" Remus, Sirius smiled amidst his thoughts, he would like Regulus to be happy with someone like he is with Remus, even if they are not out, or have anything serious.

What makes him really want to end up with a specific answer on his test.

Which, obviously, will be a yes. He will be happy to know, but he will not give up.

———☆———

IT'S been a week since Sirius started his plan. And every time he received the same answer: yes.

He and the Marauders did everything. EVERY. THING. They even paid a boy to try to kiss [Name] while Regulus was gone, but she only slapped him when he got too close and didn't move away when she asked, saying very clearly that she had a boyfriend. Sirius found himself smiling at that one. They also sent a letter pretending to be a girl to Regulus, as if he had a lover, but she didn't care, she spoke to him and it seemed that at the same moment they had everything fine.

And, the most important test they did. They momentarily stole an amortentia and placed the bottle on a library table. Sirius was anxious when Regulus entered and instantly frowned when he reached the bookshelf in front of the table. He followed the scent, calling softly to her. When he didn't see her he just shrugged and sat there, enjoying the smell.

And that's when he knew. Regulus loved her. She's everything to him, it was as clear as water.

And Sirius was pleased to hear that.

But then Sirius saw a kitten approaching him, Regulus smiled at the same moment he saw her, picking her up and Sirius knew it was her. He had already found her in her dog form too, thinking she was a cat, he turned back into a human and now, upon learning that she is also an animagus, he was grateful that she hadn't told anyone.

Sirius likes her and hopes that Regulus will always be as happy as he is now.

Even if this is without him.

And he hopes, he really hopes, that [Name] can get him out of his house.

However, rumors spread and it soon reached his ears that she and her brother were death eaters. Sirius could only feel disappointment and regret at not having taken her away from him.

But in the end, Sirius ended up crying in a grave. At least knowing that they died together, numbed the pain in his heart. The disappointment and remorse long forgotten.

Sirius looked to his side, seeing two black cats, one with its head on the other's shoulder, while the other rested its head on its.

Sirius smiled as much as he could through his tears, watching the cats disappear into dust in the wind.

——————✮——————

[aithusarosekiller]

Hc that one time for Christmas, Pete got everyone therapists, it went a little like this:

Sirius: so…you got ALL of us therapy appointments?

Pete: yup :D

Sirius: …right

Remus: I mean I’m not complaining

Regulus: yeah no we definitely need them

Barty: my dad would hate me seeing a therapist! Thanks Pettigrew!

Pete: no problem?

Evan: I mean I’m not actually that in need of one…

Everyone: ……………..

Evan was-diagnosed-with-anxiety-and-ptsd-at-age-11- Rosier: ………you have a point

Everyone: exactly

James: why do I need one? I don’t have any issues

Pete: not only do you most definitely have untreated problems but you also take on the trauma of literally everyone else in this room and pretend you can take it despite not being a qualified therapist and having your own life to worry about.

James: …………

Sirius: he has a point, you do take on all of my trauma, I’m sorry

James: Nono it’s fine! I want to! You’re my best friend!

Remus: you do also take on mine……

James: don’t blame yourself, you’re also one of-

Regulus: and my trauma…

James: but Reggie, you’re my boyfriend, it’s not-

Pete: ahem…………….do you see my point?

James: …………….ah

[uppermocns-moved]

what it looks like (aot edition) 

⤷ with: eren, armin, connie, jean, levi. 

⤷ content warnings: good ol’ dick headcanons. nsfw content, male masturbation, pubic hair mentions, etc. nobody asked for this but i had lots of fun with my last set lol. 

⤷ a/n: i hate the word plump and talking about balls. if you see me combine these two things, no you don’t.  

before you request // writing disclaimer

eren yeager 

above average (8 in.) with a generous girth. by no means too big to fit, but you’ll definitely feel sore after.  

very much a shower. not particularly cocky about it but he will point out when he catches you looking. smug smirk on his face and everything. if you’re in public, he lets you off with a joking “gross, you pervert”. 

very photogenic dick. smooth skin, defined veins along the underside that throb when you trace them with your tongue, mushroom tip that flushes a reddish-purple and leaks pre-cum from the slightest stimulation.

balls sag a little from the sheer weight of them (it’s gravity). cums a ridiculous amount for someone with virtually no refractory period. 

doesn’t do a whole lot in regards to pubic hair. it’s dark brown, a few shades darker than the hair on his head, and straight. doesn’t get too unruly on its own but eren does trim it back from time to time, mainly to keep things more comfortable for you.

cock visibly twitches when he cums. 

armin arlert

average (6 in.) and leans on the thicker side. 

grower. 

probably one of the prettiest dicks you’ll ever see. a few faint veins and a fat pink tip that flushes red and leaks an absurd amount of pre-cum. smears it all over his tummy or stains a wet patch on his pants.

smooth balls. dare i say cute. they’re incredibly sensitive and armin moans like a pornstar if you suck on them/use your tongue on them. 

doesn’t really know what to do with his pubic hair if he isn’t sexually active, but he puts in the effort to keep things looking nice for you (whatever your standards may be) when you’re together. it’s blonde and relatively fine in texture. 

incredibly responsive to any stimulation. takes virtually no time for him to get hard. throbs in your hand the moment you press your palm into him.  

connie springer 

borderline above average (~6.5 to 7 in.)

somewhere between a grower and a shower. can probably see a bulge in his pants if you look long enough.

decently pretty as far as dicks go. smooth skin, defined veins, slightly flared tip that’s super sensitive and similar in color to his lips (flushes purple when he’s really pent-up). already leaks a decent amount of pre-cum but turns into a fucking fountain if you tease the it with your tongue. probably has a beauty mark on the shaft/somewhere on the pubic area.     

balls are pretty normal, averagely sensitive. fun to massage in your palm. 

grooms a considerable amount compared to everyone else. pubic hair is ash blonde in color and always trimmed short. has a few wisps of hair under his navel in a cute happy trail.

cock throbs when he cums, you can visibly see him pumping cum into you. 

jean kirschtein 

above average (8.5 in.) and thick. annoys the shit out of eren. 

shower and a little embarrassed by it. it’s hard for him to not strain against the pants he’s wearing, just pretend you don’t notice. 

aside from size, jean has a relatively normal-looking dick. varying veins along the underside, proportionate tip a little rosier than his lips, subtle upward curve. similarly, there’s nothing notable about his balls. 

everything is average in sensitivity, but jean will go stupid if you massage his balls while mouthing at the tip.

pubic hair is similar in color to the hair on his head and straight. jean doesn’t really touch it unless it gets unruly, then it’s a light pass-through with the trimmers. 

levi ackerman

average (5.5 in.) but super proportional for levi’s height. decent girth.

somewhere between a grower and a shower. conceals himself well in his pants but doesn’t grow a whole lot when he’s turned on, just gets warm and thick in your palm. 

another pretty dick. subtle veins that swell when he’s close, flared and sensitive tip that flushes a reddish-purple and leaks like a broken faucet, more so when he’s denied.

big and plump balls. always give a pap pap against you when he thrusts.

very well-groomed. keeps everything short and tidy because he can’t stand how it feels when the hair gets unruly. pubic hair is similar in color to the hair on his head and coarse.        

cock visibly throbs and twitches when he’s close. it’s fun to tease and edge levi just to watch how reactive he is.