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[my-castles-crumbling]

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"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.

[landoughnut]

Angel - MV1

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pairing: max verstappen x vs model!fem!reader (fc - adriana lima)

summary: max is usually the calm and collected one, but his girlfriend gets the gen z out of him

w/c & a/n: smau | I'M BACK Y'ALLLLL I MISSED YOU GUYS (lmk if you're here from my patreon hehe) I will be back to posting a ton on here! sorry for my disappearance xx

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[cruel-seduction]

Not So Golden Now, Are You?

Summary - Where in your not-quite-friendship with James Potter thrives on mutual mockery—you call him daddy’s babygirl because he flaunts his daddy's money, he calls you whatever gets under your skin fastest. It’s never serious… until he parrots back a joke you made about your looks, the kind of joke people only make after crying over it alone.Which you were sure that you never made about him. What he thought was harmless banter turns out to be your breaking point, and while everyone else laughs it off, you don’t. Not this time. And now James—cocky, clueless, James—is stuck trying to fix a crack he didn’t mean to make, humiliating himself in ways no Marauder ever has… all in the hopes of earning a single, goddamn, laugh from you again.

Tone: Gritty, emotional, enemies-to-lovers like kinda (idk I am confused myself. What do you mean just cause I wrote it I should know what it means) with heavy hurt/comfort and a golden boy begging for forgiveness.

Part - 2

There was a particular type of hell reserved for group hangouts where everyone was prettier than you. You know the kind—flawless skin, perfect hair, the kind of laugh that didn't sound like a dying kettle.

And unfortunately for you, that was every single Gryffindor gathering.

Especially when Lily Evans was present. With her radiant glow, timeless hair, and bone structure carved by Aphrodite’s jealous cousin. And not to forget Marlene McKinnon, who looked like she got ready by having woodland creatures sing her into a custom-tailored outfit.

Meanwhile, you looked like you were personally styled by anxiety and unresolved childhood trauma.

You were sitting cross-legged in the Gryffindor common room, huddled in a circle on worn rugs and beat-up couches with the usual suspects: Sirius, James, Remus, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas… and unfortunately, you.

You were always the +1. A friend of a friend. Mostly tolerated. Occasionally useful. Never the moment. Or that’s what you liked to believe. You leaned back on your palms, casting a casual glance at Lily, who was radiant even while fiddling with her shoelace.

And then you did what all insecure, self-deprecating people do—you made a joke before anyone else could beat you to the punch. “Some girls are born to be photographed. I was born to stand next to them and make them look like paid models by comparison.”

It was said with a wink and a smirk, aimed at Lily—because that's what you did. Make fun of yourself first, before someone else could. Maybe to hear that you’re not just a background character. Those people actually liked hanging out with you. That you were not a charity case. The group chuckled. Lily swatted your shoulder gently, "Oh, come on, you're gorgeous, shut up."

You held up your hand. “No, no. I bring balance. I’m the garlic bread on the table of ten-star entrées. Comforting. Slightly burnt. Easily ignored once the main course arrives.”

Sirius snorted. “You are the garlic bread. Bit crunchy, slightly dangerous, but always there.” You faked a smile, the thing you have mastered for years.. “See? Someone appreciates my contribution to visual mediocrity.”

James was leaning back in one of the armchairs, lazily bouncing a snitch between his fingers. You hadn’t said much to him—your friendship was more a result of mutual proximity than actual emotional investment. You didn’t like him, really. Or that’s what you tried to believe whenever your heart beats too loud near him or whenever you catch yourself smiling, whenever he laughs or whenever you care about him too much but c’mon friends care about each other. That’s not love. Right?. He was loud, always joking, and had a superiority complex that made you want to shove him into a broom closet and lock the door.

Still. He had his moments.

“Honestly,” he said, voice casual, “we should give (Y/N) a badge or something. Hogwarts’ Official Pretty-Girl Enhancer.” He didn’t even look up. Just tossed the snitch in the air again. “Without her, hot girls everywhere would lose contrast.”

There was a beat of silence. Not loud. Not dramatic.

Just… still.

Like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs without touching you. And then, like the smug bastard he was, he added with a grin, “MVP of average.”

Your face didn’t move. You didn’t laugh. You always laughed at yourself, even if it hurt—but not this time. Because he said it with such ease. Such dismissive amusement. Like it was true. Like he just casually confirmed the thing you’d been trying to pretend wasn’t already gnawing at your insides.

Sirius barked out a laugh. “Oi, she’s gonna hex your balls off, Prongs.”

James just shrugged. Still grinning. Still not looking at you. And you? You wanted to melt into the floorboards. Or maybe launch yourself off the Astronomy Tower. Either one was fine.

You looked around—Remus furrowed his brow slightly, eyes flicking toward you, but didn’t say anything. Peter was too busy stuffing his face with biscuits. Marlene giggled absently.

But Lily. Lily noticed. Her gaze snapped to you, sharp and immediate.

She cleared her throat, forced a smile. “So! Who’s ready for Hogsmeade this weekend? I heard Honeydukes is stocking those fizzy sugar spiders again��”

And just like that, the moment passed.

Except it didn’t. Not for you.

Because you weren’t angry. Not really. You were humiliated. Quietly. Sharply.

And that was always worse.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

James Potter didn’t think much of it at first.

You always laughed at jokes. Even the ones aimed at you. Especially the ones aimed at you. It was your thing—sarcasm, wit, never letting anything stick long enough to scar. You insulted him all the time. Called him an overgrown golden retriever with the emotional range of a teaspoon. Told him he looked like a walking ego with legs. And he gave it right back—always.

So when he made that comment earlier about you being the "MVP of average," he expected you to roll your eyes, maybe call him a narcissistic broomstick with daddy’s money, and then snatch the last chocolate frog from his hand out of spite.

He didn’t expect silence.

He didn’t expect that deadpan look on your face.

He didn’t expect you to leave the circle early, claiming you had to finish a Potions essay you definitely finished last week. But hey. Maybe you were just tired. That’s what he told himself.

Right up until that night.

The dorm was dimly lit, soft firelight flickering across the old stone walls. Sirius was balancing Bertie Bott’s beans on his nose, Peter was whining about something in his sleep, and James was halfway through retelling a Quidditch story that no one had asked for.

That’s when Remus spoke. Quiet. Cold. “Do you ever think before you open your mouth?”

James blinked. “Er—what?” Remus didn’t look up from his book. “About what you said to (Y/N).”

Sirius, for once, stopped being a jackass long enough to glance up too. James frowned. “It was a joke. We always—she always says worse things about herself.”

“You just took someone’s worst fear and turned it into a punchline,” Remus said. His voice wasn’t angry. That would’ve been easier. It was disappointed. And that? That cut deeper. “She doesn’t think she matters, James. And you just proved it.”

And then it hit him.

The way your laugh hadn’t had that sharp, mischievous ring to it. No sass. No playful dig. Just… that sound. Bitter. Hollow. Like someone smiling at their own eulogy.

He sat up straighter. His mind flicked back to earlier—your crossed arms, your stiff posture, the way you stared at the fireplace without saying a word while the rest of them laughed.

The way Lily had cut in, voice suddenly chipper, shoving the conversation forward like she was trying to outrun something. The way you never came back with a comeback.

And James Potter, who could bullshit his way out of every detention, every prank, every emotional disaster, suddenly found himself choking on silence.

His breath caught.

All he could see was your face when he said it. That flicker in your eyes. That little twitch of your mouth that wasn’t amusement—it was restraint. Control. You’d been swallowing it down, choking on the embarrassment while he and Sirius laughed like idiots.

“You think she’s fine because she’s funny,” Remus muttered, standing and tossing his book onto the trunk at the foot of his bed. “But sometimes funny is just... the mask.”

James didn’t sleep that night.

Because now he remembered every time you called yourself “forgettable,” how you always stood behind Lily in photos, how you never really let anyone compliment you without joking your way out of it.

And now? Now he realized he hadn’t made a joke. He’d hit the bullseye on someone’s deepest wound and laughed about it.

He remembered the way you stayed up all night when Remus was sick during exams, rewriting all his notes, color-coded and organized like some kind of academic art piece.

How you always, always made Sirius laugh on his worst days. Even when he came back from Christmas break with bruises on his wrists and a cigarette burn he didn’t explain, you were there. Mocking him gently. Loving him fiercely. Whispering, “I’m proud of you, Sirius Black,” like your voice could stitch him back together.

He remembered how you scolded them like a mother one minute and made them snort Butterbeer through their noses the next. How your eyes always twinkled before a comeback. How you once threw your shoe at him for transfiguring your ink into glitter, then asked if he was cold and tucked a scarf around his neck anyway.

He loved that about you.

God, he loved you.

Not that he’d ever admit it. Not to himself. Not out loud. Not when everything between you was built on chaos and roasting each other like Sunday dinner. But you mattered to him. And tonight, he’d made you feel like you didn’t.

He’d taken the thing you feared most—and instead of seeing it, understanding it, protecting it—he’d dragged it out in front of your friends and slapped a joke sticker on it. All because he didn’t think. Because he figured you’d laugh. Because he always made you laugh. But you didn’t.

And now, the damage was done. James Potter had humiliated the girl he secretly, stupidly, undeniably loved. And now?

Now he was completely, utterly screwed.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

James couldn't sleep.

His bed felt too stiff, the blankets too heavy, and every creak of the castle sounded like the echo of your laugh—that hollow, bitter one that had etched itself into his skull. He needed air. Space. Somewhere to untangle the storm inside his chest.

So he walked.

Up the stairs, past the darkened classrooms and snoozing portraits, until he reached the one place that had always helped him think. The Astronomy Tower. He pushed the heavy door open quietly, half-hoping for solitude. But he stopped dead the moment he heard it.

A soft sound. Muffled.

A sniff.

Then another.

And then your voice—barely a whisper. Wavering. “God, pull it together…”

James froze.

He crept quietly around the stone barrier, heart hammering. And there you were, tucked into the hidden nook behind the telescope—knees hugged to your chest, jumper sleeves soaked from wiping your eyes. The stars above cast pale light across your face, catching the streaks of old tears, fresh ones still trailing silently down.

He didn’t think. “Hey,” he breathed.

You jumped, swiping at your cheeks violently, like you could erase the evidence before he fully saw you. “Oh,” you croaked, blinking fast. “James.”

You said his name like it burned your mouth. “What are you doing here?” you asked quickly, voice stiff, pretending like your throat wasn’t raw.

“I could ask you the same,” he said, carefully stepping closer.

You sat up straighter, already slipping your mask back on. “I, uh—nothing, just allergies,” you lied, blinking up at the sky. “Stars make my eyes water. Bastards.” He didn’t laugh.

“Really?,” he said, gently. You didn’t look at him.

“I’m fine.” He crouched down beside you. “Are you?”

You nodded quickly, too quickly. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Really. Just—long day. You know me, dramatic as ever.”

He hated that.

The way you hid pain behind humor like it was a shield. Like you weren’t allowed to be hurt. You sniffed, voice light, too light.

His jaw tensed. “Is this about earlier?”

You didn’t answer.

“I’m serious,” he said, moving to sit beside you now. “That thing I said... I didn’t mean it like that.”

You gave a little shrug. “Doesn’t matter. It’s fine.”

“No,” he snapped, sudden and sharp. “It’s not fine.”

You turned your head, startled.

He looked at you, eyes burning. "You think I don’t see it, but I do. God, I do. I saw your face today—the way your smile cracked like glass, the way you laughed like it physically hurt, like it was splintering something inside you just to pretend. And I can’t take it. I can’t keep watching you fold yourself smaller just to make everyone else feel okay. I need you to tell me what’s wrong. Don’t shut me out like this, don’t lie to my face with that same soft “I’m fine” when your eyes are screaming everything but fine. I know I hurt you. I know I did. And maybe you don’t want me to carry that, but I should. I am. You’re allowed to be mad, to be heartbroken, to want to scream or cry or even hate me for what I did. You don’t have to protect me from your pain. You don’t have to smile through it just to keep the peace. I don’t want peace if it means you breaking yourself into pieces to give it. So don’t look at me like that and say it’s fine."

Your lips parted slightly, but you didn’t speak.

“I thought you’d laugh,” he said quietly. “We always mess around. I didn’t know I—I didn’t realize it was something real. That it would actually...”

He trailed off.

You exhaled shakily. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, James,” you snapped, eyes finally locking on his. “It’s mine. I told myself it was okay. That I’d be the sidekick. The friend. The funny girl who stands in the background. The contrast. Because if I say it first, if I laugh about it—then it can’t hurt, right?”

Your voice broke on the last word.

James felt like the ground had cracked under him.

“But it still did,” you whispered. “When you said it out loud, it just—it felt like someone had pulled the last thread holding me together. I don’t think you understand what that moment did to me. It wasn’t just words. It was everything I’ve ever feared, wrapped in your voice. Like it wasn’t a joke anymore. Like it was real. Like everyone around us already knew, and you just finally said it out loud. That I really am the filler in the photo. The extra. The one you crop out or blur past. The shadow to someone else’s light. I’ve felt like that for so long, like I’m just there, taking up space, trying to smile pretty enough that no one notices I don’t belong. But hearing it from you—it shattered something in me. And the way you said it, so fucking casually, like it didn’t matter... that’s what kills me. It’s like I didn’t even register as something fragile to you.

And I know I didn’t say anything. I just laughed it off like always. Like I’m good at doing. Like I’ve trained myself to do. But inside, I was screaming. I was begging for someone to just see me—really see me—and pull me out of this mess in my chest. I kept hoping, stupidly, that maybe you saw something more in me. Something worth holding onto. But maybe that was my fault. Maybe I made that up. Maybe I wanted too much. I’m sorry. No—really—I’m sorry. For having expectations. For thinking I could be someone that mattered to you, even for a second. I should’ve known better. I always do.”

His heart twisted.

You wiped your nose, furious at the tears that wouldn’t stop.

“I’ve spent so long convincing myself I was fine with it,” you said, quieter now. “But when you said it? I don’t know. It felt like the whole world joined in.”

James swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away.

“I mean it,” he continued, voice thick. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t mean it like that. When I called you the “MVP of average,” I thought I was being funny—stupid, harmless—but I wasn’t thinking, and I sure as hell wasn’t seeing. Not the way you needed me to. Not the way I should’ve. And it’s killing me, knowing those words came from me, from someone who looks at you like you hung the stars and then taught the sky how to shine. You think you’re the shadow to someone else’s light? No. You are the light. You’re the kind of light that slips through curtains at 4am and makes a broken person believe in warmth again. You're the reason color exists in a world I forgot was turning grey. And me? I’m just the fool who thought he could throw around careless jokes and you'd somehow still know how goddamn divine I think you are.”

He continued, His voice so pure of determination that it made you think he has practised this script thousand times before but the pureness in his eyes made you think otherwise. He continued “If you asked me to, I’d write your name into the marrow of my bones just so you’d know you’re etched in me. If you told me you liked the rain, I’d drown smiling just to taste what you love. I would pour honey on my heartbreak if I thought the sweetness might remind you of your laugh. I'd salt my wounds if it made them smell like your perfume. I would tear out every page where I wrote someone else's name, just to make space for yours. I didn’t say what I said because I had to—I said it because I thought I was close enough to be stupid and you'd forgive me. But I forgot… I forgot how deep words can slice, especially when the person hearing them already walks around stitched together with silence. Remus had to tell me. That’s how blind I was. You laughed, and I believed it—because I wanted to believe it. And that’s on me. That’s my failure. But now that I know? I’d beg if that’s what it takes. On my knees, on broken glass, under the weight of every word I should have never said. I’d beg a thousand times over, not just for forgiveness—but for another chance to look at you right, to say it right. Because you’re not average. You are the goddess I whisper prayers to when no one’s listening. And I—I am just the fool who didn’t realize he was already living in the temple of your presence. Let me stay. Let me make it right. Let me love you like I should’ve from the beginning.”

Your eyes flicked to his—raw, red, vulnerable. Then you stood. Fast.

The cold air caught your breath as you turned your back to him.

“You don’t get to make this about your guilt,” you said, voice low and hard. “I’m allowed to be angry, James. I’m allowed to not forgive you.”

He stood slowly behind you.

“I know.”

You didn’t look at him as you stepped toward the stairs.

“I’m not the girl who falls apart in front of people,” you said. “And I’m sure as hell not the girl who forgives the boy who made her feel invisible so easily with just some speech he gave her..”

And then you walked away.

James didn’t follow.

He just stood there—alone, under a sky full of stars—and watched the one person he wanted to make smile disappear down the steps, carrying a storm in her chest and tears he’d put there.

And for once in his life, James Potter had no idea what the fuck to do.

[srslyblvck]

── secret santa,, james potter [part one]

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you become the secret santa of none other than james potter

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: ik it isn't even december, oh well, i couldn't help myself :)

word count: 1.1k

part two!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SNOW FLUTTERED GENTLY AGAINST the tall, frosted windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting a soft glow over the cosy space. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, and the air buzzed with anticipation as the Gryffindor gang gathered in a circle on the floor, laughing and sipping on mugs of cocoa.

Sirius, always the self-appointed leader of mischief, stood atop one of the squishy armchairs like he was addressing a crowd of thousands. His dark hair flopped dramatically as he gestured toward the large bowl of folded parchment in his hands.

“Lend me your ears!” Sirius announced with flair. “It is time for the greatest, most legendary Gryffindor tradition—our annual Secret Santa! The only thing that rivals this sacred event is when James hexed Snivellus’—”

“Sirius!” Lily interrupted, fixing him with a sharp glare, though the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. “If you could manage to keep it PG, that’d be great.”

Sirius sighed dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “Evans, your lack of faith wounds me. I’m a model of propriety.”

Remus snorted softly from his seat on the arm of the couch. “Sure you are.”

“Can we please get on with it before Sirius bursts into a sonnet about himself?” James chimed in, sprawled out on the floor with his hands behind his head. His untamable hair stuck out in every direction, and his glasses were slightly askew. He was grinning, the kind of grin that could light up an entire room.

“You’re just eager because you’re convinced you’ll get Evans again,” Marlene teased, leaning over to flick James on the shoulder.

James shot her a mock-wounded look. “For your information, I have no such hopes. My heart will graciously accept any gift—except socks. Sirius.”

Sirius gasped. “I would never.”

“You absolutely would,” Dorcas piped up with a smirk, earning a round of laughter from the group.

“Alright, alright!” Sirius cut in, gesturing dramatically toward the bowl in his hands. “The rules are simple: pick a name, don’t tell anyone who you’ve got, and if your gift sucks, prepare to be ruthlessly mocked.”

“Sounds fair,” Peter muttered as he scratched his nose.

One by one, the group leaned forward to pluck a slip of parchment from the bowl. You waited until your turn, your fingers brushing against the cool paper as you grabbed a folded chit. Your heart skipped a beat as you unfolded it and saw the name:

James Potter.

Your eyes instinctively darted toward him. James was mid-laugh, probably at some ridiculous quip Sirius had made, and there was a mischievous sparkle in his hazel eyes. You quickly looked away before anyone could notice the heat rising to your cheeks.

Of all the names you could’ve drawn, it had to be James.

From the moment names were drawn, the common room became a hotbed of shenanigans.

“Oi, love,” James said casually the next evening as you sat near the fire, working on your Potions essay. “You can just tell me who you’ve got, you know. Save yourself the stress.”

You didn’t even look up from your parchment. “Nice try, Potter. Not happening.”

He leaned back in his chair, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me! After everything we’ve been through?”

“I’m doing you a favour,” you said with a smirk, finally glancing up. “Imagine the disappointment if I told you someone else got you and not your precious Evans.”

His grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Who says I want Evans?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve only been after her for, what, three years?”

James shrugged, leaning forward on his elbows. “Maybe I’ve had a change of heart. Maybe there’s someone else who’s caught my eye.”

Your cheeks burned, and you quickly ducked your head to pretend you were reading your essay. “Well, whoever they are, I’m sure they pity you.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, and your stomach did an annoying little flip. Merlin, he was impossible.

The chaos only deepened as Christmas approached. James became increasingly annoying in his quest to figure out his Secret Santa, trying to weasel answers out of everyone.

“Wormtail, it’s you, isn’t it?”

“What? No!” Peter said, flustered, clutching his Charms textbook.

“It’s Moony, then,” James decided, turning to Remus.

“I’m not saying anything,” Remus said calmly, flipping a page in his book. “But if you keep pestering me, I’ll make sure whoever has you gets you socks.”

“Traitors, all of you,” James declared, throwing himself onto the couch in defeat.

“I heard Sirius in Honeydukes the other day asking the shopkeeper if they could make a giant chocolate wolf. Like, life-sized.” Marlene whispered, her eyes wide with glee.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I were,” Marlene said, grinning. “The poor clerk looked like they didn’t know whether to laugh or run.”

“Are you two gossiping about me?” Sirius asked, turning to narrow his eyes at you and Marlene.

“Always,” Marlene quipped, not missing a beat.

Sirius looked pleased. “As you should.”

You spent hours agonising over James’ gift. He was impossible to shop for—he had everything he needed, and he didn’t seem the type to care much about material things. But you wanted it to be special, something that would show you’d noticed the little things about him.

Finally, inspiration struck.

You bought him a small, leather-bound notebook, the kind with a soft cover and faint golden stars embossed on the front. James was always scribbling something—Quidditch plays, spell ideas, random doodles. It seemed like the perfect fit.

Inside the front cover, you wrote:

For all your brilliant (and slightly ridiculous) ideas. - ♡

You also found a tiny enchanted Snitch pin at a shop in Hogsmeade. It was gold and delicate, and its tiny wings occasionally fluttered when touched. You figured it was subtle enough to wear but still a nod to his love for Quidditch.

The common room glowed with the warmth of fairy lights strung around the tree, and the group had gathered again, this time with a pile of wrapped gifts beneath the branches. Sirius had, naturally, donned a Santa hat and was gleefully handing out presents.

When it was James’ turn, he tore into the wrapping paper with childlike enthusiasm, his grin widening as he pulled out the notebook and pin.

“This is…” He trailed off, turning the notebook over in his hands. His hazel eyes softened as he read the note inside, and a small, genuine smile played on his lips. “This is brilliant.”

He held up the pin, letting it catch the light, and glanced around the room. “Whoever got me this, you’ve officially got better taste than Sirius.”

“Oi!” Sirius protested, though he was laughing.

James’ gaze flickered to you for a brief moment, and your heart stuttered. Did he know? The way his smile lingered made you wonder, but you quickly looked away, your cheeks warm.

For now, you were content with the way his smile lit up the room.

[ccccatttta]

one thing that i haven't ever totally agreed with is how some part of the fandom portrays sirius as this character that was born good and who has been against his family from the second he learned how to talk.

the tragedy behind the black brothers is that one of them had a support system who helped him see how his family's beliefs were not the correct way to go and offered him a safe space to run to when it all came crashing down. while the other was stuck not only by his family's duty but everywhere he turned was also filled with the same beliefs.

i don't think sirius was fighting with his parents about muggles and blood purity until maybe a year after coming back from hogwarts. i think he had the same beliefs, actually, because that's all he knew. he might have doubted them a time or two after spending time with andromeda or alphard, but at the end of the day he was a child, and children do follow whatever their parents tell them to, especially when there's not a proper and constant role model teaching them there is another way.

sirius was the proper black heir until getting to hogwarts, but deconstructing himself didn't take a day. i've read how he feels free the second he gets into gryffindor, and how with a single chat with james, he's ready to forget about everything his parents have spent years telling him.

sirius was probably spewing the same pureblood things his parents taught him, he was probably not happy about getting into gryffindor in the first place, it's against everything he had been told his entire life.

that's where the marauders intervene, he is able to have his own beliefs and realize that his family was wrong because he had a whole group of people teaching him and allowing him to make mistakes along the way without fear.

while regulus has been stuck forever, first in his own house, then in slytherin, and then with the death eaters. he also learnt about loyalty and friendship and what was wrong or right, yes. but he didn't have the freedom to even talk out loud about it given the place he was in.

their own personalities doom both of them. when sirius learns that his family is wrong, he turns defiant and outspoken, that's how he is and even if he's aware of it or not, he has the liberty of having a place to go to when things go wrong. regulus is cunning and thinks everything through first, so even if he learns his family is wrong, he knows he can't say anything, his friends are tied in the same world, and his only "protector" is gone.

that's the tragedy between them.

they are both the same, no one wasn't born being "good", one just got lucky enough to be placed with the correct people

[ethereacals]

so american <3

CHAPTER TWO: BRUTAL

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an American transfer student from Ilvermorny pairings: remus lupin x gryffindor!american!reader

content: stupid gilderoy makes fun of ur accent >:(, remus and r share a cute lil moment, remus comfort

warnings: profanity (:

wc; 1.6k

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EVERYONE WANTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT the new american girl

What was American food like?" "Have you ever been to New York?" "Disney World?" "Disneyland?" "Have you gone to Florida?" "How much does it rain?" "Did it snow at Ilvermorny?"

Every single one of those questions were asked by James and Peter.

You really didn't mind the curiosity, and in your head it made it less embarrassing for you to ask questions about their culture and life since they equally didn't know anything about yours.

Your questions were justified.

Everyone was extremely kind and forgiving as you made your way around the colossal school that was Hogwarts.

For the most part.

There were a few people who didn't really appreciate your presence.

Mulciber and Avery thought of you very little, not even relating to your blood-status.

And one boy in particular thought your accent was the funniest thing since The Prewitts had unleashed the giant squid in the third-floor corridor.

He was then stuck there for 1 month.

They haven't run out of ink for the quills since, on the bright side.

But you weren't sure how you felt about someone poking fun at your accent.

It simply wasn't something you could control, sure you could fake a british accent. But what good would that do?

Everyone already knew you were from America.

And you weren't making fun of their accents.

"She calls pop- So-da, what even is So-da?" The ever-famous wizarding world Quidditch gear model- Gilderoy Lockhart mocked, and his posse of surrounding fifth year girls giggled in agreement.

Remus was fuming, all the way across the Great Hall from the Ravenclaw table.

He could tell you were upset by this, but you didn't want to draw anymore unwanted attention onto yourself.

So you tucked your head in your arms, and merely pretended to be studying your Herbology book.

"For a Ravenclaw, He's not very smart, y'know?" Remus snapped bitterly, James looking up from his Potions essay.

"He's like that guy from that movie my mum loves." James equated, looking over to Sirius for his agreement.

"Which one?" Asked Sirius, his head cocked to the right slightly.

"Grease." Sirius stared blankly.

"Danny Zuko?" James sighed defeatedly, knowing of his boyfriends' infatuation with Danny Zuko.

"Oh, I forget the movie isn't called 'Greased Lightning'." Sirius sighed dreamily in the reminder of Danny Zuko from Grease.

The two boys' conversation faded into the background, as you heard Remus mumbling to himself softly.

"Shut up, Lockhart." His fists clenched, his knuckles going white.

Something had been up with Remus for the last few days, and you had not a clue why.

He'd almost been more attached to you than usual, always by your side, always protecting you.

And what made matters weirder was that James and Sirius kept alluding to "The Big Night".

Whenever they mentioned it, Remus would either shy away or shush them coldly.

Gilderoy's deep, egotistical voice echoed in your head as he poked fun at something you couldn't control.

And you feared Remus could sense your discomfort.

The patience level Remus' head snapped, and he pushed himself up to his feet and marched over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Didn't your mum ever teach you how to not be a dick, Lockhart?" Remus snarled, as you turned around- absolutely mortified.

"Excuse me, Lupin?" Gilderoy clutched his pearls (which weren't imaginary), as he gawked at Remus' tone

"You're excused." He deadpanned, the girls surrounding the boy quickly saw themselves out of the conversation.

"You need to shut your damn mouth about Y/N." Remus spat, towering over Gilderoy.

"And what if I don't? Why? Is she your little girlfriend?" Gilderoy bit back, seemingly proud of himself for his little quip.

"W-What? No! I just know how to be a good friend and I know that you are hurting her feelings." Remus was quick to defend his actions.

"You're just jealous that I have a pond of girls surrounding me, and you don't! Right ladies?" He turned around to see that none of them had stuck around.

"Looks like you bored them, Lockhart." Remus smirked, as Gilderoy stood up- fuming.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you how to respect your superiors?" "I surely don't hope you mean yourself."

"I do! As a matter of fact. And I don't think your parents did, because why else would your father have married a filthy muggle-"

*CRACK*

Gilderoy clutched his perfect nose in agony, as Sirius cheered complimentary.

Remus had just broken a boy's nose for you.

Your heart really shouldn't have fluttered like it did.

"I'M SORRY I GOT YOU DETENTION."You apologized, feeling rather badly that he punched someone because they were being rude to you.

"It's alright, It was worth it to shut Lockhart up." Remus shrugged, his knuckles wrapped in bandages.

"Still, you didn't have to do it for me. Thank you." You expressed, a small smile spreading on his lips.

"Your welcome, Y/N."

It was a lovely evening at the Astronomy tower.

The sky was crystal clear, and the stars were illuminated by the beautiful waxing moon.

It was nearly full.

"I... apologize if I've been off this week." Remus hesitated, glancing over at you quickly.

"It's alright, Remus. Everyone has bad weeks." You accepted, a hand coming to his shoulder consolingly.

"I'm glad you understand." The tension in his shoulders released steadily.

"I'll always try to." You smiled comfortingly.

HOGSMEADE WEEK WAS UPON all third-year students and above.

Hogsmeade Week was the first week that Hogsmeade would be open for students to come and go as they please.

Shops that were owned by alumni hosted parties and celebrations.

And Remus had planned to take you to your first ever party at Hogwarts.

Lily had invited you to get ready with her and the girls.

"So, Y/N. Did Ilvermorny have any sort of Hogsmeade place?" Mary asked, while meticulously placing small butterfly clips in her hair.

"No, not really. We usually just went on school trips every so often."

You explained casually. 

 “Where did you hang out, then?” Marlene quirked her brow, lounging next to Dorcas. 

“No where, really. We just hung out in our common rooms and on the grounds.” You tried to gaze over to her, but Lily scolded you for moving your head as she was busy curling your hair.

"That's interesting. I couldn't imagine not having somewhere to get food that wasn't served by the house-elves." Alice mused, puckering her lips to apply gloss.

"Alright, I think it's done." Lily marveled at her masterpiece that was your hair.

"Wow.. Lily, it's amazing." You smiled, standing up to hug her generously.

"Oh, It's nothing." Lily reasoned humbly.

"Ready to go?" Mary handed Lily her purse.

"Absolutely." Lily grabbed your hand excitedly, and pulled you out of the dorm room.

"SHE LOOKS PERFECT." Remus stared at you in utter awe.

You were stunning.

Remus knew you always had been, even since the day he met you.

But today was certainly no exception, as you looked exceptionally beautiful.

"Remus!" You shouted excitedly over the booming music, as you ran to him through the thick crowd.

He relished how your gorgeous eyes lit up just at the mere sight of him.

He caught you as you jumped forward to hug him, spinning you around.

"Hi, dove." Remus smiled, plopping you back down on your feet.

"You look great!" You praised enthusiastically.

"Thank you, and you look lovely." He brushed a hand through your hair.

The party was in full swing.

Unbeknownst to you both, Sirius and James had been plotting something.

They saw how Remus' eyes could pick you out from a huge crowd. How even if there were dozens of free tables in the library, you would choose to sit at Remus'. How he shared his chocolate with you (he never once had given James a piece of chocolate). How you read every single book he suggested to you.

Now- sure, you could just be really good friends.

But James and Sirius weren't stupid.

Their boy was in love.

So, they devised a plan to somehow lock you and Remus in a supply closet in The Three Broomsticks (the party venue) for a few minutes, and see what happens.

Was it a great idea? No, but would it get some clueless people to think for a moment? Absolutely.

Just as they were figuring out the logistics to the plan, Marlene suggested to play "The Closet Game".

Which her and Mary made up last time, and It was a bit it.

Basically, everyone would decide on one person to go into the closet and wait. Then, everyone would then close their eyes and someone else would have to decide themselves to go in after the person. Once that person was in the closet, they would shut the door. Everyone outside of the closet had a few minutes to guess who was in the closet.

After a few rounds, and some right and wrong guesses.

Lily voted on you to go in the closet first. Then Marlene. Then Mary. Then Dorcas. Then Alice. Then Sirius. Then everyone.

Well, everyone except for Remus.

He didn't seem very enthused, clearly only playing because you were.

There weren't that many playing, but he did know of some of the blokes playing and he didn't want you anywhere near them.

So then, it was time to close their eyes.

Remus' eyes shut, and he panicked.

The wait inside the closet felt antagonizingly long, until- you heard the door click shut.

Someone had walked in.

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[bradleysass]

Convince - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 359

Regulus stomped out of their shared bedroom, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a scowl pulling at his lips.

"James, stop! You're not going to convince me to dye my hair silver."

He barely had time to roll his eyes before James came bounding out into the kitchen, an oversized album in his hands, looking far too excited for a conversation Regulus had already shut down twice this morning.

"But c'mon, Reggie!" James whined, flipping through pages filled with glossy, styled images of various hair models. "You'd look so hot with even just part of your hair dyed... It's already a hot image imagining you pulling your hair up like Sirius in a messy bun. Strays of silver hanging..."

Regulus blinked. James’s voice had gone breathy, his eyes just slightly unfocused as he stared at him—no, through him—clearly lost in some fantasy of his own making.

And then Regulus noticed it.

The way James’s pupils dilated just a fraction too much. The way his grip on the album tightened, knuckles going white.

Merlin. He was actually turned on by the thought of it.

Regulus scoffed, stepping back as if James's ridiculousness might be contagious. "Seriously? I'm not dyeing my hair. Especially now that I know it turns you on."

James had the audacity to grin, entirely unashamed, tilting his head as if he were considering pressing the issue further. "You say that like it’s a bad thing. You wouldn’t want to make your very devoted, very doting boyfriend a little weak in the knees?"

Regulus groaned. "Absolutely not."

James sighed dramatically, flopping onto the sofa with a pout. "You're killing me here, Reggie. I just know you'd look good with silver highlights. It’s the perfect mix of princely and rebellious."

Regulus crossed his arms tighter, shaking his head. "No."

James narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine. But just so you know, next time I catch you tying your hair up, I’ll be thinking about it anyway."

Regulus turned on his heel and marched back into their bedroom, muttering under his breath about infuriating Gryffindors. James’s laughter followed him, entirely too pleased with himself.

[loving-daisy]

You Had Me At Hello | Severus Snape x Reader

Young Severus Snape never knew what love was. That was until he met her, his Valentine.

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Chapter 1: Valentine

Word count: 1,344

Life was never easy for Severus Snape.

Born to a muggle father and a pureblood mother, Severus was born a half-blood wizard. Truthfully, his father, Tobias, never liked him. He never wanted a child. But much to his dismay, the boy was born, and he hated his wife for it.

On the other hand, Eileen Prince, Severus’ mother, loved the child so much that she told her what he was at such an early age. She taught him useful charms, gave him books that were in possession of the Prince's manor, and even accompanied him when he first got his wand.

Being the loving mother she was, her husband was no exception to all the love that she could offer. She loved him so much, even if he didn’t treat her right. She loved him even if she would start another day with purple spots covering all over her body. She loved him even if he didn’t love their own child.

It was toxic, yes, but love is toxic.

That’s why the raven-haired boy swore not to build his love around toxicity. In the future, once he finds the love of his life, he will only love her, whoever she is, whatever she is.

But growing up in a small and poor neighborhood, growing up with an abusive father, Severus never knew what love was. Well, of course, he knew what motherly love felt like, but he never knew the bond that connected two people in ways that words can’t explain. He never knew it because it was missing in his parent’s relationship. It was one-sided, not completely full.

That was until he met her.

The raven-haired boy was currently seated at the library in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 5 years ago, he received his acceptance letter. He would have been surprised if it hadn’t been for his mother to inform him what he was before that. But a year before that event, he met a girl with auburn hair.

Lily.

She was like him, but she didn’t know what she was. And so he passed his knowledge to her, and they became friends. However, the moment they entered the Great Hall, they were sorted into their respective houses, eventually separating them. Lily Evans was sorted into Gryffindor while Severus in Slytherin.

Life didn’t get better for Severus after he left home. He thought that he was free from his abusive father, but he thought wrong. No one really liked him because of his friendship with Lily, his house, and his blood status. He never really had constant friend,s and he often got bullied because of that.

Shallow, yes, but some people just got mad at the wrong things.

“Hello.” A voice greeted Severus, interrupting his train of thought as he did his homework for charms. Without lifting his head, the boy pierced his cold eyes to the stranger.

It was a girl from his house, seeing that she was wearing the same green and silver colors that he wore.

He didn’t bother to answer the girl’s greeting verbally. He merely raised a brow in anticipation, waiting for what the girl wanted from him.

Despite his lack of words, the smile on the girl’s face didn’t falter. “Hello, my name is Y/N.” The girl quipped.

Severus knew who she was. She was Y/N Valentine, the Slytherin sweetheart. In his year, or maybe in Slytherin overall, she was the nicest. But she wasn’t too nice to befriend other people outside their house. Though, a lot of people wanted to be her friend. A lot even wanted to date her, that is, if they weren’t already betrothed to some other pureblood.

Y/N Valentine had distinct features that only she could model. But she wasn’t really Severus’ type. His heart was set on the ginger Gryffindor after all.

“If I am not mistaken, your name is Severus. Correct?” She continued. Severus only nodded in response.

“Do you perhaps...mind if I sit here? The library is packed and there’s no other vacant table left.”

The boy shook his head. “Feel free to do so.” He breathed. It was the first words he ever said to the girl, and the girl felt relieved to hear the boy’s voice.

She knew who he was. He was Severus Snape, the boy people called peculiar. But she didn’t care. None of those trivial things mattered to her.

For a moment there, she thought that Severus was going to push her away. She was glad he didn’t. She wouldn’t want to go and find a different table. The library was packed with Gryffindors. It’s not like she had a prejudice against the house of Godric, it’s just that she didn’t want to deal with questions and interrogations coming from her own house.

That was the first time Severus Snape and Y/N Valentine met. You could say their relationship started there, yes, but it didn’t end there either. Truthfully, Severus wouldn’t have minded if nothing bloomed in that simple interaction. It’s not like a housemate of his didn’t ask the same favor, but that was really a rare occasion. Slytherins mostly study together in the dungeons. But even if someone asked to sit with him in the library, it was always the same; They wouldn't utter another word more and act as if the boy was invisible.

However, this time, it was different. Severus just didn’t know it yet.

After that event, Y/N Valentine became intrigued by the quiet and mysterious Slytherin. As they were studying that afternoon, the girl couldn’t help but take a quick peep on what the boy was doing. He was scribbling in his textbook.

Y/N thought that was just the way he preferred to take notes instead of wasting a good amount of parchment roll. However, her eyes landed on a crossed out procedure that had the contents to slice an ingredient she really couldn’t decipher. Instead of ‘slice’, Severus changed it to ‘crush’.

Was he making up his own procedure? How does he know if that’s gonna work?

The girl was curious about the boy seated in front of him and she needed to satisfy that curiosity.

She heard a lot about him, but not in the way people talked about Lucius Malfoy or James Potter or the good-looking Black brothers. Severus wasn’t popular, no. He was the boy who hid his face behind his long jet-black hair, the boy whose nose was buried in a worn-out Advance Potions textbook, the boy who had a dark aura around him. Okay, he might not be popular but people do know him. Except, all the words that were used to describe Severus Snape depicted his exterior. Y/N Valentine wanted to know his interior.

But after a lot of thinking, the girl assumed why the boy was quiet and reserved. James Potter and his lot often messed with him, calling him names and sending hexes towards his way. Honestly, the girl didn’t know the reason why the obnoxious Gryffindors bully the quiet Slytherin. It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

Being the Slytherin sweetheart that she is, she couldn’t just watch the group of Gryffindors harassing her housemate. She just had to do something about it.

Hidden behind a wall, the girl flicked her wand to point at the haughty Gryffindor, murmuring the incantation of the hex that would disable you to move, coating your body with thick ice.

After seeing the work that she did, she couldn’t help the smirk that took place on her lips even when she grabbed her book and pretended to read.

Severus didn’t know if it was his mind playing tricks or if it was a side effect he got from the marauders’ hexing but he knew he wasn’t the one who casted the freezing spell towards James Potter. The magic came from the side anyways.

If it weren’t for another Slytherin calling her name, Severus wouldn’t have any clue on who could have helped him.

End of Chapter 1

[mallowsweetmiri]

Best friend!James with no boundaries

This is inspired by @ddejavvu cause I can’t get enough of no boundary James

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Summary: Y/N has been best friends with James since they were kids, and she’s constantly in his dorm hanging out. While he helps her get ready for an epic Gryffindor party, the rest of the marauders are forced to witness their questionable friendship boundaries.

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Remus and Sirius exchange a knowing look as they enter the dorm. They’ve just got back from securing the liquor from Hogsmeade and it looks like you’re starting to prep for the party as well.

“James! Don’t lie, this top totally washes me out,” you pout, standing over James with your arms crossed as he sits on his bed and watches you model the outfit.

“Okay, okay. The color isn’t the best. Try this one on,” James sighs as he tosses you a tight fitting shirt. Without any regard for the now three boys in the room, you strip off the ugly top in exchange for the new one.

“Woah, woah, woah! What the hell are you doing?” Sirius exclaims, putting his hands over his eyes. Remus just rolls his eyes before moving to his trunk to put away the supplies. You completely ignore his comment as you slip on the new top, your breasts inches away from James face. He doesn’t seem too concerned.

“Oh, piss off, Black. Never seen a pair of tits before?” You quip, walking over to the mirror. Sirius shoots Remus a look of disgust but he just shrugs in return.

“Okay, this is the one,” James says proudly, coming up behind you in the mirror, “he’s not going to be able keep his hands off you tonight.” You sigh as you turn around to look up at James with innocent eyes.

“You really think so?” You pout, fiddling with the hem of your tight skirt. Sirius scoffs from across the room.

“I know so. Here, just pull this up a bit,” James bends down to hike up the back of your skirt and pulls the fabric of your shirt taut against your curves, “and put on that sexy perfume and there’s no way he’ll be able to resist you.”

Your smile spreads across your face as you reach up to kiss James on the cheek.

“Thank you James, I don’t know what I would do without you,” you pat him on the cheek before strutting out of the room, “See you tonight boys.”

James smiles proudly as you leave the room before falling back onto his bed.

“Are you serious, Prongs?” Sirius scoffs as he falls onto his own bed.

“What?” James asks, looking up dumbfounded from his bed.

“How can you just sit there with her tits in front of your face and act like that’s normal?” Sirius asks, his mouth open in astonishment. James only smiles back.

“Oh, please. She’s just my friend. Besides, someone has to help her make her tits look good, have you seen her fashion sense?” James snorts and falls back onto his bed, completely unbothered. Sirius turns to Remus for some sort of assurance that he’s not going crazy.

“At this point I’m not sure why you’re surprised,” Remus shrugs, putting his jacket in his trunk, “but her tits did look better in the second top.”

[jadataykesit]

spot the differences 🔍

[amongemeraldclouds]

But Daddy I Love Him

Mattheo and the Slytherin boys rescue you from your father who held you captive one day before your wedding.

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader ft. The Slytherin Boys

Warning: fluff, one use of y/n, cursing, the boys being chaotic. Inspired by the Taylor Swift song with the same title.

✿ Masterlist | 872 words

“Can’t this bloody car go any faster?” Mattheo asked gripping the leather seat, straining against his seatbelt as if he could steer the car faster out of sheer will.

Draco scoffed, “it’s the latest model of flying cars, of course it can. The car is not the problem.” He was insulted that Mattheo would even question the calibre of cars they kept at the Malfoy Manor. They borrowed it from his father without asking, but he didn’t think he would mind.

“We already went over this,” Theo grit his teeth, trying to hold on to the last dregs of his patience. He drove the car over the roofs of buildings and clouds blurred past them. He was going as fast as he could without compromising their safety. “If we let you behind the wheel, you will drive us all straight to a tree. You can’t have a wedding if your corpse is busy rotting in a tree, huh?”

“I’m not some foolish Gryffindor who would do that!” Mattheo argued.

Blaise sucked in his breath, tired of having to play peacekeeper. “Arguing would not get us to her any faster, okay Matty? When has Theo ever let you down?”

Lorenzo chimed in, also eager to diffuse the tension. “What’s next, mate? You just roused us all out of bed to rescue your girl the night before your wedding, what happens when we get there?”

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, “I only roused Theo then Draco offered his father’s car when he overheard us. The rest of you tossers invited yourselves.”

“That’s besides the point,” Enzo continued knowing Mattheo would do the same for any of them if they ever needed help. “What’s your genius plan?” 

“When we’re close enough to the estate, I’ll signal y/n. She says she has a plan to escape and we’ll swoop in as the getaway driver.”

“Sounds simple enough when you say it like that,” Enzo mused.

“But daddy I love him!” You declared, losing track of how many times you’ve had to defend your fiancé to your father.

“He’s the Dark Lord’s son-” he begins, his favorite line whenever he tried another argument to dissuade you from you marriage plans.

“Father, I’m having his baby!” You spat out, tired of his same old lines. That shut his mouth.

Your news drained the color from his face as he opened his mouth again to say something and closed it. This was going to bring shame to the family name. He was too stunned to speak.

You tried to hold it in, but burst out laughing. Your father was a man hardened by business and the ways of the world. He was not easily shaken so this reaction was priceless.

“Oh father!” You held your stomach to control your laughter. “You should see your face! I was just joking! See, there are worse things that could happen? Father, I promise this is not as bad as you think. He is nothing like the Dark Lord. He’s doing his best to be better than him.”

Your father mumbled incoherently as if holding back a string of curses. “Dear child, you will send me to my funeral! These white hairs will turn even whiter than snow.”

“Please,” you approached him, holding his hand. Trying to appeal to his affections, the way you did when you asked for a pony when you were younger. “He’s the one I want, if you could just give him a chance and get to know him.” “What about our family name? It will put us to ruin, think about us,” he responds coldly.

“I’m taking his last name, father. You won’t have to worry about that. My name is mine to do with as I please.” You were losing hope, nothing was getting through to him. You just needed to wait for the signal.

As if you summoned it by your thoughts, you saw a light flash three times and you grabbed your wand from a hidden compartment in your dress. That’s on your father for underestimating you, he couldn’t just lock you in - you were no longer his little girl. You saw the car approach the window and withdrew the wand.

“Well father, I wish you would come around. Come to the wedding tomorrow in peace, the cake is fantastic,” you bid him goodbye with those words and you cast an explosion with your wand, bricks flying and dust spraying through the air. You took one last look at your father as he stood to catch you, but you moved faster.

From the clearing that once formed the east wing of your father’s mansion, you grinned at Mattheo and your friends. 

“That’s your escape plan?” Blaise broke through the silence when the car was near enough.

At the same time, Mattheo cheered, “that’s my girl!”

You shrugged, running towards them and taking Mattheo’s hand. You sat on his lap in the front seat of the car as there was no other vacant seat. But you could hardly complain at the chance to snuggle with him.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You simply said as Theo drove you away from the mansion.

Theo just chuckled and shook his head, “you two are really meant for each other.”

✿ Masterlist

A/N: I was listening to TTPD when this whole scene came to mind. It’s the fastest I've written and uploaded a fic so far.

[my-castles-crumbling]

risk - jegulus microfics - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 495

“Okay,” Dorcas said brusquely, tapping a pointer against a chalkboard in the abandoned classroom they all had gathered in, trying to gather everyone’s attention. “Let’s focus. Reasons for Regulus getting over himself and telling Potter he’s desperately in love?”

Pandora, Evan, and Barty all grinned, while Regulus rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got one!” Barty yelled, raising his hand like a model student. “Potter’s fit as hell!”

Nodding studiously, Dorcas wrote ‘fit as hell’ under the heading ‘Pros’ on the board.

“He’s not a prat,” Pandora added lightly. “He’s not gonna make fun of Reg for any big confessions.”

‘Not a prat’ was added underneath ‘Fit as hell.’

“He’s obviously even more gone for Reg than Reg is for him. He stares at him all the time,” Evan drawled, rolling his eyes.

“He obviously cares, too,” Dorcas added. “He let Reg stay at his house last summer.

‘Stares like a creep’ and ‘cares a lot’ were both added.

The discussion continued. Soon, the list had things like ‘mostly smart’ and ‘sometimes funny’ and ‘not a dumbarse’ and ‘would be a good trophy husband’ and ‘actually a decent person’ were on the list.

Finally, Regulus was allowed to speak.

“Okay let’s say I do have feelings for Potter–which I’m still not saying I do!” Regulus said, grimacing. “For the ‘Cons’ side…it’s a risk.” He sighed. “He…he’s friends with Sirius. I’m staying at his house. I’m friendly with him. I have a lot to lose, you know?”

Evan, Dorcas, Barty, and Pandora looked at Regulus, probably shocked by his genuine tone, and were quiet while ‘risk’ was added to the board. But soon, Dorcas spoke. “I think some risks are worth it, you know?” she said.

But before anyone could say any more, the door of the classroom banged open, and Regulus’s worst nightmare came to life. Because James Potter walked in, stuffing a parchment in his pocket, and gave an awkward wave. “Er, hi! Sirius is looking for…” but he stopped when he saw the board.

“Well….this is awkward,” Barty said lightly, a shit-eating grin on his face.

James, however, turned to Regulus, and broke into a smile. “‘Fit as hell,’ eh?”

Regulus felt himself turning maroon. “I never said that,” he mumbled.

“Does it help if I think you’re fit as hell, too?” James asked, his grin only growing.

Regulus gaped. James stepped closer.

“I, however, do think you’re a prat sometimes. But I quite like that about you,” the Gryffindor said, beaming.

A small smirk flickered onto Regulus’s face.

“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly.

“Hmmm. This ‘trophy husband’ thing though,” James murmured, smirking as well. “That has some merit. I’d love to talk more about it.”

They were close, now, James’s hand fluttering by Regulus’s waist.

It was only then that Regulus realized how much his friends were staring at them.

“Fuck off, all of you,” he ordered.

But he didn’t wait for his grumbling friends to leave before allowing James to crash their lips together.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hogwarts Robes

In my quest to design the world of Harry Potter, I created a new design for Hogwarts Robes (it's based on my older design, just revamped). So, the idea is modeled here on an old Harry sketch:

The concept is that these robes could be worn over any shirt with the collar up, and that's how everyone would wear them in the opening feast, for example (the two options on the right). And they can be worn with the collar open with a shirt and tie beneath. With a little button to hold the collar in place (the two options on the left). The buttons & belt buckle are gold for Gryffindor, but each house would have a different color (Silver for Slytherin, bronze for Ravenclaw, and black for Hufflepuff)

The lower layer is the black work robe, and during classes like Herbology or Potions (or when it's hot outside), they'll forgo the overrobe/outer robe.

The robes are unisex (although the girls' version tends to be a bit longer) and can be worn with any shoes & trousers situation beneath to allow everything we know about their school robes to make sense. As shown above on Harry, and on Ron, Hermione sketches here:

*The house logos are taken from Hogwarts Legacy cause I got lazy about that

[lilyevansisamilf7]

You’ll Be Okay - Remus Lupin

Warnings - angst, remus and reader are really close, remus has bad taste, reader is described as a whore, alcohol

Summary - Remus and reader have been friends since they were kids, when remus gets a girlfriend, things go south

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You’ve been friends with Remus since you were eleven, when Mulciber and his gang of Slytherin friends made fun of your glasses - and when Remus said that you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever met you knew that you’d found a friend for life.

That’s all you were to Remus. A best friend. Even if you wanted more.

And for a while you convinced yourself he wanted more. The constant sleepovers and overly affectionate nicknames, the cuddling in the common room - for merlin’s sake even Lily asked if you guys were dating, and you blushed and stuttered that you weren’t and he’s just a friend.

Just a friend. Even if you needed more.

So you couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt when Remus came bounding into your room saying he had a date - a girl in the year above, Sarah Coles.

“Can you believe it love?” he says smiling wide, “She wants to go on a date with me”

And he’s just so excited that you pretend you are too, and ask around about this Sarah. Just to make sure he would be safe, obviously, for no other reason at all.

So far you’d found that:

- She was a seventh year

- She was a half-blood

- Most people say she’s pretty nice unless she doesn’t like you

- She was beautiful

That’s what hurt the most. She was everything you wanted to be the most. She was model thin and blonde and beautiful and you were just you.

It hurt even more when Remus announced it was official. And it nearly killed you when he started missing plans to hangout with her.

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After weeks of barely seeing Remus it was finally time for a Gryffindor party, after the most recent quidditch win. You dressed up in a new dress, something you’d treated yourself to in hogsmeade recently and were dancing the night away.

Until you stopped to get a drink, and your heart stopped.

“How are things with you and Remus babes?”

You stop and listen.

“Great, though they’d be better if that whore of a friend of his stopped following him around all the time and don’t get me started on the petnames and sleepovers” She laughs, “You’d think she’d realise he doesn’t want her”

And your heart sinks to your stomach. Before you know it, you’re grabbing a full bottle of firewhiskey and walking back to the dancefloor.

Safe to say you don’t remember much after that.

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You didn’t see Remus much after that, constantly trying to avoid him. When you did see him it was different - there was no more cute petnames or sleepovers, even when neither of you could sleep the days after a full moon.

It broke your heart to see that your departure from his life didn’t really affect him that much.

But you’d never know how much he was affected. From the beginning, Sarah had been against your guys friendship, saying it was disrespectful to her. So he respected her boundaries but said he’d never cut you off, that you were one of the most important things in his entire life.

And she seemed okay with that. Until she wasn’t.

She kept telling him how a good boyfriend would listen, and if he loved her he’d cut you off and Remus began to worry - he didn’t want to lose her but he didn’t want to lose you.

And when you disappeared from his life he was confused. When you didn’t turn up to your monthly sleepover after the full moon he began to worry you were upset with him.

He really began to worry when you started drinking more at parties. Like Lilys birthday party, where you were dancing and stumbling across the floor, until you stumbled into him.

“Sorry” you hiccup.

“Hey” he laughs steadying you by putting his hands on your arms, “How much have you had?”

“Not enough”

You place your hands on his chest and push yourself away from him to go get another drink, but his hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back

“Whoa there love, I think you’ve had plenty”

“Your girlfriend won’t like you calling me that” You slur poking him in the chest

He just stares at you confused. You hiccup again.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I thought you’d appreciate not being followed around by your little whore” You giggle bitterly and walk towards the dancefloor. “Now i’m gonna dance”

“Then I’m going to dance with you love” He follows you out to the dancefloor and stands behind you

“I thought you hated dancing”

“Yeah I do”

“Then why are you” You face screws up in confusion

“You love to dance” He shrugs “And I miss you”

You try and ignore the swelling in your heart and turn your face back away from him to hide your blush, slowly beginning to sway your hips to the beat.

His hands find their way to your hips as he aways with you and you fight the urge to shiver and blush more. Your moves aren’t fluid from all the alcohol but you freeze completely when Remus leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Talk to me love, why’re you ignoring me?” He whispers “Did something happen, is everything alright? Was it me?”

You turn to face him, looking up towards him.

“Remus..” You look into his eyes “It’s not you”

He looks down at you and whispers “See that’s what I mean, you never call me by my full name”

You giggle lightly “I’m too drunk to have this conversation”

“Maybe”

You look down, biting your lip, now not dancing at all. Your heart freezes however when he grabs your chin, leaning your head up and pulling your lip from your teeth.

“Don’t do that” He whispers “You’ll get all bruised”

Unable to control yourself, you both become lost staring at each others lips. That is until…

“Remmyyyy” She whines

You instantly take a step back “Duty calls for you I guess”

He looks down at you and tries to pull you back in, “Stay”

“She doesn’t want me here” The weight of your words sinking in for Remus “So I’m gonna go to bed” You giggle.

“Are you gonna go back to ignoring me?”

You take a breath in.

“You’ll be okay”

You turn around and walk up the stairs, eyes turning glassy with unshed tears, smudging the eyeliner you begged Marlene to put on you.

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The next couple of days were hell. The realisation that you weren’t going to see Remus anymore broke you and your friends knew it.

Little did you know, the realisation broke Remus to. He couldn’t believe he let some girl ruin the best thing in his entire life.

The door to your dorm burst open, Remus standing in the doorway out of breath.

“I need to speak to you”

You sit up in bed, trying to smooth out your hair and fix your puffy eyes.

“Does Sarah know your here?”

He scoffs “Fuck Sarah”

“Well what you do in your spare time is none of my business Remus” You giggle slightly.

“Can I sit?” He points to your bed where your still sat

“Of course”

“I broke up with Sarah this morning”

Silence fills the room for a second.

“Are you okay?”

“At the party, you said I’d be okay” He looks down at this shoes.

“Yeah and?”

“I dont want to be okay without you” He whispers.

Your breath hitches.

“I don’t think I know how”

You turn to face him, sat cross legged on the bed.

“I’m not everything you are Remus”

“Yes you are” He looks in your eyes “Ever since we were eleven and you were being made fun of, it’s been you. You were the prettiest girl in the world for me”

“I know i’m not the prettiest girl anymore Rem” You giggle

He leans his forehead on yours, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“You’re not getting it love” He chuckles “I’m so sorry it took me almost losing you to realise this”

“Realise what?”

“This”

And all of a sudden his lips were on yours, pulling you in by your cheeks, one hand reaching into your hair. Your arms wrap around his neck moving closer to him, smiling into the kiss.

After a moment he pulls away. His forehead resting back on yours.

“I was gonna kiss you at that party”

“I wanted you to” You giggle biting your lip slightly.

He runs his thumb across your lips and pulls it from between your teeth.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that” He whispers.

“Guess I forgot” You smirk.

He smirks and leans closer to you, putting his hand on your waist.

“I’m staying in here tonight”

“No objections from me” You giggle

[honeycaksy]

hi hi!! i hope you’re having a lovely day!

i saw in one of your posts that you accept OCs, so um… (very shyly slides this over) i wanted to suggest mine? her name is Valentina Vogt, she’s a Gryffindor but like… the softest kind? she loves nature and quiet places and honestly, she probably spends more time talking to plants than people lmao.

i feel super shy sending this (hence why i’m hiding behind anonymity aaaa) but!! i put together a little Google doc with her info + a picrew so you can see what she looks like… no pressure at all ofc, just wanted to put it out there! <3

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZX7u53CBEm6OxDFj016cGcQp4IYQY_ias1qdF3e2RtQ/edit

thank you for even reading this and for sharing your incredible art, it makes my heart so happy!! 💛❤️

Hello sweetheart

Of course Ocs are welcome! I just saw Valentina’s picrew and she looks lovely! I hope I gave her justice in this little sketch

Since you mentioned she liked nature, I tried to make her surrounded by it too. I will be honest, I wasn’t sure about her hair length because of the picrew; so I tried to have a wild guess that it would be long 😭 I also didn’t know about the model of her wand, so I did a simple one.

I might be a little slower for other requests in general for the following days since I will be fasting starting tomorrow 🤔 Ramadan Mubarak for all my fellow Muslims btw!

[classica-meretrix]

Quidditch Cup

pairing: oliver wood x fem!reader genre: fluffies! content/warnings: use of nicknames, oliver's a little bossy and sarcastic, but what's new? summary: oli's stressing before a big game

With Easter break just ending, the whole school was talking about the next Quidditch match. Gryffindor was going up against Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. Taking this victory would break our seven year losing streak and—as it being Oliver's seventh year—would be his first and last Cup. The participating houses had already begun to poke at each other in the halls and Classes. Oliver, being no exception, had almost gotten into a fist fight with Flint more than once.

The day before the match Oliver was the most stressed I'd seen him all year. Everyone was in the common room, worrying about some thing or another, whether that be the still looming threat of Sirius Black and his break-in, the heavy amounts of homework, or the stakes of the game tomorrow. Fred and George were being as loud and as obnoxious as they could, successfully relieving some of the students' anxiety.

Oliver was perched on the edge of a plush red chair, leaning over a model of the Quidditch pitch, studying every play Slytherin could try tomorrow. I settled on to the arm of the chair and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" He quickly looked up at me. He held a startled expression as if he hadn't realized I was there.

"Oh. Hi, love. I'm just... Just going over some plays." He seemed to relax once he knew I was there. I moved my hand down to his arm as he rested his head on my stomach.

The common room had started to gradually clear. Some students were still studying around the firelight but it was mostly just the team left. Fred was now demonstrating how Percy reacted when he found that his books had been dyed pink. Harry was huddled around the fire with Ron and Hermione. He looked like he would hurl at any moment due to the nerves. George hid his worrying much better as he laughed at Fred's rendition of Percy's lecture, although shaking his leg non-stop. Katie was messing with the edges of her book as she laughed along, un-able to keep her hands still.

Oliver's eyes had begun to flutter shut due to the short break. I stroked his hair and he nuzzled his head against me.

"Oliver," I whispered.

"Hmm?"

"You wanna head up to bed?" He weakly nodded, lifting his head. He muttered a spell to the small figurines of the team, handing me the empty inkpot that used to be Alicia. He repeated the spell, turning the miniature pitch back into his Charms book. I hopped off the chair, picking up his bag and holding it open for him to quickly shove his books and loose supplies into. He shot out of his seat, whirling around to face the rest of the students.

"Team! Bed!"

Fred and George quieted their laughter as they gathered the books they'd brought down—and hadn't touched since. The rest of the team started to make their way towards the dorms followed by Ron, Hermione, and a few of the remaining students in the common room.

Oliver took his bag from me, holding it with his left hand as he laced his right into mine. I followed him up the steps, pausing as he gently tugged me in the direction of the boys dormitories.

"Percy's not gonna like that," I tried. Oliver turned to face me. His sleepy attitude had quickly returned and he looked like he was fighting to stay awake. He gave me a tired smile, pulling me a bit closer.

"To hell with what he thinks." I giggled, letting him pull me up the rest of the steps. When Oliver pushed through the door we were soon met with Percy's disapproving glare. Oliver ignored him, tossing his bag on the floor next to his bed.

Percy was the only other one in the room still awake. The other boys were sound asleep with the curtains drawn. He was sat at his desk doing something that involved a lot of books and a lot of parchment. Even though he had changed into pajamas he still had his Head Boy pin fastened to his chest. He spun around in his chair.

"What is she doing in here?"

Oliver cast him a glance as he tugged off his sweater. "Throwing a clown party. Surprise, you're the star act."

Percy ignored him, pushing on. "She's not allowed in here," he lectured. Oliver let out a sign, unbuttoning his pants to change into a pair of shorts.

"Tomorrow is the most important game of my life. She's staying."

Percy just rolled his eyes, turning back to his work and muttering something that sounded like, "Drama queen. It's one match..."

I pulled a jumper out of Oliver's dresser and went to the bathroom to slip into it. I tossed my clothes onto his trunk and climbed into bed next to him. I'd barely dropped the cover by time he was pulling me into his chest like he'd die if I wasn't there.

"Sweetheart," I whispered. "I have to breathe." He relaxed his hold on me just enough, moving his arms further down my waist.

"Sorry," he mumbled. He drifted off almost immediately, neither of us bothering to pull the curtain shut. By time he was asleep I wasn't able to move anyway. I mindlessly watched Percy's shadow on the wall until I fell asleep.