#sirius doesn't die

[mikaelsonwife4life]

Timeline 1

Sirius is arrested for the murder of 13 muggles and Peter Pettigrew

Remus kidnaps Harry and they and Diamond (OC daughter of Remus and Sirius, carried by Lily with lesser amounts of her DNA) move to Gotham

Cassandra is younger

Bruce has a daughter named Helena with Selina

Hermione finds out about magic early and is friends with Wally West

Ron and his siblings attend Ilvermorny on scholarship

Ginny uses a Runespoor instead of a Basilisk

Instead of Phoenix magically healing him, Harry is rushed to the hospital when he's bitten

At the end of year three, Remus gets a visit from the American government about his kidnapping of Harry.

Luke Fox is the Ilvermorny Champion

Diamond is Harry's most treasured person

Jack Napier (Joker) poses as a teacher of Ilvermorny and beats Jason to death in April

Diamond and his brothers take his death hard

They spiral until they kill the Joker in early August

Harry is the great-grandson of Death (he was the Peverell brothers' father)

He begs his grandfather to bring back Jason

Thanatos agrees but warns that Jason and Harry might be different afterwards.

They are. Jason's got that white streak in his hair, glowing green eyes, and a temper that could level cities; Harry's angry too and he can see it all- the Shades and the things that are already dead.

Umbridge is a former American official with close ties to the British Ministry.

Jason spends August and September in physical therapy and while he's still in it in October, he's allowed to attend Ilvermorny in person again.

Harry, Sirius, and their friends and family are out on an outing when they're attacked by a group of Death Eaters, ending in an confrontation with Voldemort himself.

Sirius ends up hurt and falling into a coma.

Harry learns that he's a Horcrux from Grandpa Thanatos

Harry spends the first half of the year pouring over info on Horcruxes

During holiday in England, Harry and Diamond discover Regulus' notes on Horcruxes

Ilvermorny is burnt down end of 6th year by Death Eaters

Shortly after, Hogwarts is taken over by Death Eaters after Dumbledore's murder

Ilvermorny students are split between attending foreign schools and home schooling

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Damian is a Magically Engineered Child (in essesnce, magic stone was used to harness magic child making stuff from Bruce was used without his knowledge to implant a child in Talia.

Connor is too. (Son of Lex, Clark, and random surrogate)

Tonks does not survive

Wolfstar

Harmony

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 2

Sirius is arrested for the murder of 13 muggles and Peter Pettigrew but escapes

Remus and Sirius kidnap Harry and they and Diamond (OC daughter of Remus and Sirius, carried by Lily with lesser amounts of her DNA) move to Gotham

Cassandra is same age

Bruce has a daughter named Helena with Selina

Hermione finds out about magic early and is friends with Wally West

The Weasley's move to America

Ginny uses a Runespoor instead of a Basilisk

Instead of Phoenix magically healing him, Harry is rushed to the hospital when he's bitten

Kara Danvers is the Ilvermorny Champion

Diamond is Harry's most treasured person

Umbridge is a former American official with close ties to the British Ministry.

Harry, Sirius, and their friends and family are out on an outing when they're attacked by a group of Death Eaters, ending in an confrontation with Voldemort himself.

Joker is revealed to be a ally of the Death Eaters and beats Jason to near death

Diamond and his brothers freak the fuck out

They spiral until they kill the Joker in early August

Jason is in a coma until late July

Jason spends August and September in physical therapy and while he's still in it in October, he's allowed to attend Ilvermorny in person again.

Potion accident dyes a streak of Jason's hair white

Sirius ends up hurt in the fight and falling into a coma.

Harry learns that Voldemort made Horcruxes from Dumbledore

Harry spends the year pouring over info on Horcruxes and Voldemort's life

Ilvermorny is burnt down end of 6th year by Death Eaters

Shortly after, Hogwarts is taken over by Death Eaters after Dumbledore's murder

Ilvermorny students are split between attending foreign schools and home schooling

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Connor is a clone

Tonks does not

Wolfstar

Harmony

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 3

Peter is arrested

Remus, Sirius, Harry, and Diamond (OC daughter of Sirius and Remus with Lily as the Carrier(?) giving her a bit of Lily's DNA.

Cassandra is same age

Bruce has a daughter named Helena with Selina

Hermione finds out about magic early and is friends with Wally West

Weasley's stay in England

Instead, Draco chose to attend Ilvermorny

Draco is possessed by the diary after stealing it from his father's study

He uses a Runespoor instead of a Basilisk

Instead of Phoenix magically healing him, Harry is rushed to the hospital when he's bitten

Peter escapes and begins to hunt down Diamond and Harry (more so Harry)

Fights with Remus and Sirius

Escapes

Jade Nguyen is the Ilvermorny Champion

Diamond is Harry's most treasured person

Jason blows up a potion and it dyes a streak of his hair white and gives his eyes a green tint

Umbridge is a former American official with close ties to the British Ministry.

Harry, Sirius, and their friends and family are out on an outing when they're attacked by a group of Death Eaters, ending in an confrontation with Voldemort himself.

Sirius ends up hurt and falling into a coma.

Harry learns about Voldemort's Horcruxes from Dumbledore

Harry spends the year pouring over info on Horcruxes and Voldemort's life

Ilvermorny is burnt down end of 6th year by Death Eaters

Shortly after, Hogwarts is taken over by Death Eaters after Dumbledore's murder

Ilvermorny students are split between attending foreign schools and home schooling

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Connor and Jon are fraternal twins.

Tonks lives

Fred dies

Wolfstar

Harmony

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 4

Pretty much timeline 3 but no Hermione.

Draco's friendly with the group

Tonks dies

Wolfstar

BatCat

StephKon

Cass x Harry

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 5

Timeline four but Drarry

Timeline 6

Timeline 1 but Harry x Ron x Hermione

Timeline 7

Hogwarts so that happens according to cannon

Cassandra is younger

No Helena

Jack Napier (Joker) poses as a teacher of Ilvermorny and beats Jason to death in April

Diamond and his brothers take his death hard

They spiral until they kill the Joker in early August

Harry is the great-grandson of Death (he was the Peverell brothers' father)

He begs his grandfather to bring back Jason

Thanatos agrees but warns that Jason and Harry might be different afterwards.

They are. Jason's got that white streak in his hair, glowing green eyes, and a temper that could level cities; Harry's angry too and he can see it all- the Shades and the things that are already dead.

Jason's in pt until October

Sirius ends up hurt and falls into a coma after battle at the dept. of mysteries

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Damian is a Magically Engineered Child (in essesnce, magic stone was used to harness magic child making stuff from Bruce was used without his knowledge to implant a child in Talia.

Connor is too. (Son of Lex, Clark, and random surrogate)

Tonks does not survive

Wolfstar

Harmony

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 8

Hogwarts so cannon

Cassandra is older

No Helena

Jack Napier beats Jason to near death and he ends up in a coma until late July

Diamond and his brothers spiraled and killed the Joker

Sirius ends up hurt and falling into a coma.

Potion accident dyes Jason's hair streak white

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Connor is a clone

Tonks does not survive

Wolfstar

Harmony

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

Timeline 9

Cassandra is same age

No Helena

Jason dyes his hair streak white by accident in a Potions accident that also tints his eyes green

Sirius ends up hurt and falling into a coma.

Harry, Diamond, and co work on finding and destroying Horcruxes and hunting down Death Eaters.

Late in year four, Selina carries Theodore Remus and Hope Mia.

Sirius wakes up somewhere between year six and year seven.

Remus ends up heavily injured in the Battle of Hogwarts but survives.

Connor and Jon are twin brothers

Tonks does not survive

Wolfstar

Ron x Harry x Hermione

BatCat

StephCass

Diamond x Batbrothers

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Hydrate

@wolfstarmicrofic March 3, word count 521

“Sirius, you need to drink something,” Regulus barked at him when he’d found Sirius sprawled out on the grass in their back garden. 

“I’m good thanks,” he’d mumbled. The warmth of the sun seeping all the way into his soul. Since he and Regulus had run away from their childhood home, Sirius had spent as much time outside in the sun as possible, his skin was more tanned than it had ever been, and his black hair had light brown tones to it now. 

A bottle of water hit him square in the stomach. 

“Hydrate you moron,” Regulus said in his usual drawl. It made Sirius sad that Regulus was still so cold even after they’d both got out of that hellhole. 

“Come join me,” Sirius requested as he twisted the lid off the bottle of water and drained three quarters of it in one gulp. With a lot of moaning, Regulus finally agreed, but only for a few minutes. He was in the middle of a very interesting article on his computer. 

Sirius watched his brother out of the corner of his eye and saw the moment Regulus relaxed into the warmth. His face lost all the worry lines that had been etched into it since they were children and his features softened, giving Sirius a glimpse of what Regulus might have been if they’d had a normal upbringing. 

“Aww, don’t you two look adorable,” Remus cooed as he flopped onto the grass beside Sirius and leant over him to give him a kiss. “You alright, darling? Not having a bad day?” Remus asked him, his voice full of concern. That was a new thing for both of the brothers. Neither had heard a tone like that before, and it had taken Sirius and Regulus both a while to understand that Remus actually meant it. 

“Good day, just enjoying the sun while I can,” Sirius beamed at him. He never thought he’d get so lucky, but then Remus had come along and blown him away, and Regulus liked him, which meant he was a keeper. 

“I am here against my will,” Regulus told Remus, but also didn’t get up or open his eyes. 

“Sure you are, Reg,” Remus chuckled, as he laid out like the brothers were. “This was a good idea, Sirius,” he said quietly, and Sirius let out a healing sigh. At this moment, his life was perfect, and he sent up a silent prayer that it would continue just as it was. 

Remus’s fingers brushed gently against his own and Sirius linked them together. Who would have thought even six months ago that he, Sirius Orion Black the third, would be lying outside in the sun of his own house with his little brother on one side and his sweet, loving, kinder-than-kind, boyfriend on the other. Not him, that’s for sure. He almost wished Walburga could see them now. She’d die of shock. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden. Remus made sure they were all topped up with sunscreen and Regulus enjoyed throwing bottles of water at them and Sirius couldn’t stop smiling. 

[ghostlyschwarbage]

Danny Phantom x Harry Potter Crossover fic Ideas

Danny is a Peverell

Tom Riddle and Vlad Masters are related 

Tired Danny confuses Padfoot for Cujo

Padfoot IS Cujo

Danny reincarnates as Harry (with his memories) 

Danny Fenton is Harry Potter (Maddie and Jack find an infant on a doorstep, determine that that's not nice, take him) 

Fred Weasley is Wes 

Danny finds Hedwig in the Ghost Zone 

Rubeus Hagrid and Jack Fenton are related 

Regulus Black reincarnates as Danny Fenton 

The Fentons and the Blacks are related 

Maddie and Jack Fenton are actually Lily and James Potter (who left for the states with their infant son after hearing the prophecy)

and Vlad Masters is actually just Sirius Black doing a bit 

[impishtubist]

Remus asks Sirius to take his virginity before he goes to the pack bc he's worried of what could happen (he knotted himself into a ball of anxiety and now is thinking of the worse). They forgot protections. Discuss.

I can't decide if I like this as a First War or OOTP story. Which time is Remus going to the packs?

I like OOTP virgin Remus, so we're going with that. He's waited SO LONG to let Sirius take his virginity. He almost got up the nerve to go for it during the First War, but then, you know, Sirius went to prison. Remus petitioned many times to have a conjugal visit, but the Ministry always denied him (he had to go to many embarrassing hearings with Ministry officials and explain he wanted Sirius Black to take his virginity).

Finally, finally, he's living with Sirius during OOTP! And the house is empty! And Sirius is looking for a distraction! Remus is nervous about the packs and wants to sleep with Sirius before leaving for a dangerous mission! Finally Sirius takes his virginity, and it's beautiful, there's champagne and roses, Remus cries, etc.

And then, yeah, sometime later he starts noticing symptoms while he's with the pack, and lo and behold, he's pregnant!

[slitheringghost]

🔥🔥 voldyyyy

I'll go with two unpopular opinions for this: 1. he isn’t disdainful of love, and 2. he doesn’t think Merope chose to die/abandon him.

1.0 He isn't disdainful of love

I've talked about how he's capable of love, so elaborating on that he doesn't think himself above love or attachment either/isn't contemptuous of the idea of Love. Like he maybe puts it all under a veneer of "I hate people and am godlike and above everyone", but he acknowledges to himself that he's attached to the few people he's genuinely attached to, esp. given he openly confides his rage about his parents etc to Harry/others and calls his followers his true family. Idk if he explicitly uses the word Love, but tbf plenty of emotionally constipated people who aren't Lord Voldemort also have a hard time using That Word specifically.

Though, possible he very occasionally does, since he casually uses sentimental phrasing for his mother's feelings for his father, that she "fell in love with him" and his father abandoned her, without any disdain at her, and likely having only seen a few memories with minimal info on the relationship (in his uncle and father's head). And he calls Nagini "my dear Nagini" and refers to Hogwarts as his "beloved castle", so likely that acknowledgement extends to people at some point.

Iirc, there's a handful of other times LV explicitly refers to "Love" as a concept. Briefly while mocking Ginny ("But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic, I was kind. Ginny simply loved me."), then:

“Certainly,” said Voldemort, and his eyes seemed to burn red. “I have experimented; I have pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, than they have ever been pushed —” “Of some kinds of magic,” Dumbledore corrected him quietly. “Of some. Of others, you remain... forgive me... woefully ignorant.” For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a taut leer, an evil thing, more threatening than a look of rage. “The old argument,” he said softly. “But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.” (HBP)

Now, LV being annoyed at Dumbledore giving him obnoxious philosophical speeches about Love (apparently dating back to his teen years) in response to Tom practicing Dark Arts doesn't suggest contempt of the concept of Love in general. Undoubtedly, a decent chunk of that magic is horrific and involves life sacrifices and unethical human experimentation, especially by the time of that interview, but The Power Of Love Can Defeat It is not a helpful response to that, and it's clearly a society wide problem and not limited to Tom (and Dumbledore obviously projects shit and has issues with Dark Arts that isn't harmful too, see: his reaction to a harmless "blood ward" in the locket cave, mistrust of Sirius, etc).

The other time is during the final duel in DH, but notable that LV contradicts himself repeatedly (as he does in most scenes) i.e. first praises Dumbledore and Lily to make Harry seem weak (he'd be speaking the same way regardless of his real opinion on Harry, as Harry's the main threat). In fact, Snape appears to have learned this method of insulting Harry from LV:

"But I want there to be no mistake in anybody’s mind. Harry Potter escaped me by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him." (The Death Eaters, GoF) "Of course, it became apparent to me very quickly that he had no extraordinary talent at all. He has fought his way out of a number of tight corners by a simple combination of sheer luck and more talented friends." (Spinner’s End, HBP) "You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?" "Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me? [...] Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn’t defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?" "Accidents!" screamed Voldemort [...] "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!" (The Flaw in the Plan, DH)

Then LV just as quickly zeroes in on their weaknesses to insult them - Dumbledore's age and proclamations about love, Lily's blood status:

"I know things you don’t know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don’t. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?" [...] "Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake’s face jeering. "Dumbledore’s favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?" [...] "If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe that you have magic that I do not [...] (The Flaw in the Plan, DH)

(Likewise in Spinner's End, Snape uses Dumbledore's age as a perceived weakness to get DEs to underestimate him. LV uses a similar tactic with himself - "That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs." etc. etc.)

Not sure who told LV that Dumbledore was giving Harry similar speeches about (Mother's) Love having saved him and the "power he knows not" being Love - given Harry's claim about understanding things LV doesn't etc, Harry's likely thinking about Dumbledore's afterlife speech, and probably LV's using Legilimency on Harry in that moment since they're staring into each other's eyes, and/or got that info in previous confrontations (or via Snape). But imo both Voldemort and Dumbledore know that it wasn't Love that vanquished him and know it was Lily’s intentional work (and by then LV's confused and terrified, as this resurrection was either due to Dumbledore leaving Harry the Hallows or Lily's lingering spellwork, but either way LV doesn't entirely get how it happened). In any case, the priority is mocking his enemies here.

(Given LV refers to "famous pronouncements", it's possible Dumbledore gives similar philosophical speeches as part of his image and actions as a public figure too, esp. if his political power meant he was involved in legislation around Dark Arts etc, so discrediting him via his words about Love may be referring to that too).

Lastly, there's LV's claim that he understands Snape's attachment to Lily as solely sexual:

"He desired her, that was all," sneered Voldemort, "but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him —" (DH)

But given that he's being informed that his favored DE who he made Headmaster of Hogwarts betrayed him for the woman who vanquished him - a betrayal he was warned about by other DEs - in a confrontation with the prophesized Chosen One who just came back to life yet again, it is just like, an all around embarrassing situation for him, and he's reacting accordingly (likely referring to something Snape said to prove loyalty to LV).

LV again weaponizes Lily's blood status as her "weakness", contradicting his claims at other points - he evidently understands Harry's attachment to his Muggleborn friend in CoS (per "From everything Ginny had told me about you, I knew you would go to any lengths to solve the mystery — particularly if one of your best friends was attacked" wrt Hermione's petrification) and Harry's attachment to Lily herself as his mother, and doesn't pretend otherwise in those cases, so there's little reason he wouldn't get Snape's (placing Peter in Spinner's End, to get them to spy on each other, and likely to punish Snape with the DE who betrayed Lily, and in their childhood town, also implies LV sees Snape's attachment as lasting).

LV's clearly at least somewhat affected by Snape's betrayal - when Harry first informs him LV has no response but stunned silence ("Voldemort did not answer. They continued to circle each other [...]"), when Harry goes on LV's "nostrils flare" at the words, and he's described as having "followed every word with rapt attention".

Yet in the next breath, LV proceeds to lump Snape in with Dumbledore and Lily and gloat about murdering all three of them anyway - the former the one he has emotional attachment to, and we saw him attempt to justify murdering Snape to both himself and to Snape earlier:

"It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore’s, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape’s supposed great love!" (DH)

Contradicting what he said like a line earlier. Tl;dr I wouldn't really trust his words here, given that he changes them every other sentence based on whatever's convenient to assert his own power and manipulate or mock whoever's the immediate threat.

True he calls it a weakness and a flaw - but he’s also fascinated by Harry’s loyalty and immense, desperate craving for family, as we know he sees himself in that. He mocks Lily and James for putting their "trust in friends" instead of weapons - and yet he did the same thing, entrusting two horcruxes to his followers, when he could've built elaborate protections for them instead, and berates himself for trusting them afterward. Etc. Etc.

2.0 He doesn't think his mother chose to die/abandon him

(I've already given the main evidence for this here, but to elaborate) That's a common interpretation, but imo everything in canon indicates the opposite - he sees his mother as someone who loved him and would've raised him had she lived.

For one, it makes no sense. His fear stems from his mother's death in childbirth and knowing the process was slow and painful/being in proximity to other women dying similarly in the orphanage (who I doubt gave the impression they chose it either), he thinks there's nothing worse than death, but he... thinks his mother chose to die? What? (You can say it's not meant to be rational, but tbh it's not like his fear is really irrational in general)

His fear of death is just that - an intense fear. He doesn't really see it as a "shameful weakness", he views his mother as a victim of it.

Even Dumbledore and Harry's conclusions come from knowing Merope was a witch and assumptions re: her home life/affair with Riddle Sr., info Tom didn't have as a kid. When he was first told the story about her death, he may not even have started controlling his powers or controlled only a bit, and didn't know magic is inherited anyway. He says "my mother can't have been magic or she wouldn't have died" having only just learned of the magical world (not knowing about variations in power, etc.) and has abilities that could've helped a homeless woman not starve/etc, if he's assuming that had a role (and he searches for his father first because that's the parent who may be alive, and he only has his maternal grandfather's first name vs. his father's full name).

I wonder about the details of Merope's death, since Tom likely got more info from Mrs. Cole and viewed the memory via Legilimency. Dumbledore asks about the father, so Mrs. Cole's words to him were catered to that and she's likely omitting stuff. I assume Merope said other things since Mrs. Cole says Merope "had the baby within the hour. And she was dead in another hour", but idk how literal that is. I also wonder if Merope held Tom before she died (if he saw that, it may explain things about Nagini lol).

His reaction to Peter vs. Nagini (symbolic father and mother) is revealing - telling Peter "You are regretting that you ever returned to me. I revolt you. I see you flinch when you look at me, feel you shudder when you touch me" vs. wrapping Nagini around his shoulders and constantly touching her (vs. his not giving a shit while that poor basilisk is having his eyes gouged out by Fawkes).

He refuses to blame Merope for quite literally anything, so I'd be surprised if he blamed her for dying i.e. hates his name and yet blames his father "I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name... Tom Riddle", despite acknowledging they were Merope's last words:

“Half-blood, sir,” said Riddle. “Muggle father, witch mother.” “And are both your parents — ?” “My mother died just after I was born, sir. They told me at the orphanage she lived just long enough to name me — Tom after my father, Marvolo after my grandfather.” (CoS)

Tom sharply responding "What Muggle?" to Morfin saying "You look mighty like that Muggle" also hints at his dwelling on his mother's last words ("I hope he looks like his papa") since he only just got the info that his dad's a Muggle, so the gut reaction might've been to the former and/or having seen his mother's face in Mrs. Cole's head and knowing he doesn't look like her. Later he finds out Merope sold the locket a week before dying, and that in combo with Merope's dying words would be somewhat like how Harry feels about Lily's letter (her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son).

Like, maybe there's bits that can be read that way if you really stretch i.e. in the GoF graveyard scene, while pressing Peter's Mark whispering "How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" with his "eyes fixed upon the stars", and then "she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage" vs. "my true family returns" but in the context of everything else, imo it's clear he's not blaming her and is blaming his father.

And in the graveyard monologue, the fact that LV first speaks of his father and Lily, phrasing it as "your mother died to defend you as a child... and I killed my father" despite comparing them and him killing Lily too, and below that of his father and Merope as "she died giving birth to me", also may indicate he sees Merope and Lily's affection for their sons as similar, in contrast to the narrative.

Voldemort's enraged at his father for abandoning him, and his pureblood family for disowning him, and just murders them all in one go. If he thought his mother abandoned him too, then like... he wouldn't be talking about her like that lol, and his extreme attachment to her in comparison doesn't make sense.

Tl;dr he's a Mama's Boy, but not because he's just like, intrinsically predisposed to being one, but because he thinks of Merope as the only family who didn't abandon him, and thinks of her as abandoned and unclaimed by both his father and their pureblood family, just like he was.

I hate the "Harry can love because he knows his parents loved him" take JKR intended - and if anything Tom got more concrete info that a parent/his mother loved him even a bit younger than Harry. But of course, knowing your dead mother loved you doesn't exactly do much to help you in a miserable childhood.

[bleeding-hart]

some sketches

based on @theicarusconstellation's writing

I keep thinking of details I left out and stuff I need to fix but if I let myself do that I'm going to go insane so we're leaving it at this

Also some Sirius because they're a fucking king and we love them (I very strongly hc them as genderqueer and using any pronouns, but specifically he/they/she/it)

The dress was a bit of a failure but hey it looks like fabric at least I think maybe

[starchaserdreams]

I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THREE FANFICS BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF A NEW ONE

Title: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Era: Marauders

POV: ALL OF THEM (Sirius, Regulus, Walburga, Orion, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Cygnus, Druella, Alphard, etc)

Canonicality: TBD. But either 1) completely or 2) completely until Regulus doesn't die when he's supposed to

I'M ON FIRE FOR THIS I CAN'T POSSIBLY THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE

[wild-flowerhoney]

“the love was there. it didn't change anything. it didn't save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there.”

dumbledore going to sirius after barty's received the kiss - eyes grave and tired, showing his true age. characteristic glimmer snuffed out - and sirius thinks its something about harry, something about voldemort, that has him this worried. this defeated.

but "no," dumbledore says "no, sirius, this has nothing to do with voldemort or harry." and there's an underlying sadness to his words - some unspoken grief lingering in the air. soaking every movement till his limbs appear shaky and his movements unsure, practiced yet clumsy.

dumbledore is holding a box - plain wood, unremarkable in any way.

"this," he says "was given to me by barty crouch jr before the dementors could get to him. it was his last wish to have someone to give it to, someone to keep it safe."

sirius is confused, terribly so. he says as much, reaches out as if to slap the box away, might be dangerous - dumbledore shields it, carefully, as if it were made of glass.

"i had one last conversation with crouch, where he told me all i needed to know about its contents. i've come here now to relay to you the same knowledge he gave me and pass on this box to you, as you are the one that should get to have it."

sirius opens the box.

regulus black, fifteen years old, scowls at him from an old picture. regulus black, twelve years old, waves cheerfully. regulus black, seventeen years old, looks to the side nervously.

"tell me."

albus dumbledore speaks - quiet, as if the words could fall apart were he any louder - and something secret, long hidden away in dark rooms, is brought to light.

[themuseoftheviolets]

why am i thinking about a marauders priory au as if that would be in any way shape or form easy and feesable

[deswhomst]

Sirius, at the Jegulus wedding reception: Hey everyone, wanna play a game?

Dorcas: Sure. What game?

Sirius: It's called "James or Kreacher". I tell you things Reg has said, and you have to guess who he said it to.

Lily: This doesn't sound hard at all

Sirius: You sure? Quote one: "I would die for you."

All the wedding guests:

Barty, under his breath: Fuck

[agreeewrites]

hiii <33

first i want to say that i absolutely ADORE your page on here, your writing is just wow, perfection!! i really liked your sirius story (even tho i strayed off a bit and started liking rabastan too ahahahah-) it's amazing omg

and i was wondering would you be up for writing for barty? anything with him honestly lol, but if you don't have any ideas feel free to ignore this!

SAY LESSSSSSS (I've been dying for someone to request Barty or rosekiller pls send all the requests). Also! so glad you enjoyed that fic! (I played myself and kinda fell for Rab too 😬)

I Wanna Be Yours | BCJ

feat. Barty Crouch Jr. x blackcat!reader

SUMMARY: Barty is determined to win your affection, but due to his larger-than-life personality and your aloof nature, you find it difficult to trust his intentions.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, pov switches once, a little angst and a little fluff, blackcat!reader, artist!Barty, only soft for each other, mentions of drinking and drug use, strong language, sort of insecure!reader, Barty is a giant simp

AN: i'm having my scene music renaissance, and something about that era is so Barty-coded. I have a few other songs that suit him in my mind, but I'd love to hear any ideas you guys might have!

masterlist | more blackcat!reader

“Honestly, I don't know what Slughorn’s problem is. If I want to make a love potion that makes Xeno hard for four days, I can—”

“Four days and I would die of deprivation,” Xenophilius chuckled, his arm draped over Pandora's shoulders.

“Sure, but what a way to go.”

You walked beside them, half-listening to their sugar-dipped conversation, equal parts disgusted and deeply jealous. You'd never admit it, but you so badly wanted what your best friend had. Devotion, affection, complete and total acceptance. But you walked through life like a spring-loaded trap, biting the fingers off anyone that dared come close.

“Should we grab dinner before heading to the library? I'm starved,” Pandora said, turning her attention to you.

“Sure, it's probably quiet this early anyways—”

“Going to dinner, are we?” Evan bound up between Xeno and Pandora, throwing his arms over their shoulders. “I'm fucking ravenous.”

Two arms looped around your waist, hauling you back into a solid chest. The familiar scent of clove cigarettes and paint enveloped you, as if you needed any clues to know exactly who had the audacity to handle you so boldy.

“As am I,” Barty purred against the shell of your ear.

You wriggled in his hold, slapping at his forearms until he released you. “Not in the mood, Junior,” you warned, ignoring the way your stomach flipped when you met his dark eyes, eyeliner smudged along his lashes.

“Aw, don't be cross, gorgeous. You looked like you needed a hug,” he teased, falling into step between you and Pandora, slowing his natural gait considerably. He snatched your books from your arms, ignoring your protest and cradling them against his chest. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a Slytherin vest, his tie loose and sleeves pushed up, hand-poked tattoos sprawling and dark against his forearms.

“I'm fairly certain she needs a hug as much as she needs your dumbass in her space,” Pandora said, rolling her eyes. “Which is not at all.”

“Oh, she needs me.” Barty grinned. “She just doesn't know it yet.”

“Give it a rest, Crouch,” Xeno cut in. “Keep pushing her and you'll end up on the bottom of the Black Lake.”

“Oh, how exciting! How will you do it, treasure? Stabbing? Maiming? Choking? Oh Merlin’s fuck, please say choking—”

“Maiming sounds about right,” you bit, attempting to get your books back, but he was far too tall, holding them way above your head. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of jumping for it, and crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“You can maim me whenever you like,” he said, a cheeky smirk on his stupid, handsome face. “Will you do it now if I ask nicely?”

You ignored him, looking forward again.

Barty Crouch Jr. loved nothing more than fucking with you, finding the gaps in your armor and trying to pry them open. But no matter how attractive you found him, because saints was he attractive, or how endearing he could be in the in-between moments, you refused to play his game.

You would not be made a fool of, not like every other person he set his sights on and got bored with a week later.

“So are we eating or what?” Evan asked, walking backwards at the front of the group. Any student unfortunate enough to be in his path quickly scurried out of it, cowed by the Slytherin's reputation for retaliation.

You watched them shrink away from Barty too, who clearly got some sick sense of pleasure from it. He even bared his teeth at a Gryffindor that veered to close to you, flipping your bodies around so he was on the outside and you were next to Pandora again.

“I'm actually going to head back to the dorm,” you said, slowing so you fell out of line with them. “See you later?” You said to Pandora, who gave you a tight frown.

“Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head like an avian.

“Yeah, you guys enjoy,” you said, pretending you didn't see the disappointment flash across Barty’s face as you turned on your heel, letting the opposite flow of students sweep you up and away from your friends.

The truth was, Barty scared the shit out of you. He was everything you weren't: outgoing, bold, rebellious, and just charming enough to get himself out of whatever mess he and Evan made. And for whatever reason, he was obsessed with pushing your buttons. And he did, with infuriating efficiency.

Pandora insisted it was all in good fun, that he was harmless, but you knew better. You saw the way he manipulated others to get what he wanted, the way he masked his calculation with charisma.

Barty Crouch Jr. was far from harmless, and even if he had his friends fooled, he would not fool you.

Barty's POV

Barty watched your head bob away through the crowded corridor, your books still heavy in his arms and guilt gnawing a hole in his chest.

Why couldn't he just fucking control himself? He felt like a noxious ball of energy, filling whatever available space he could, unable to contain his own impulses, a slave to his own existence.

He just wanted you so badly. You occupied every part of his mind, owned every thump of his wretched, ruined heart. He was irrevocably, intrinsically yours, but you couldn't stand him, and it was largely his own damn fault.

Because he was broken. Couldn't hold a normal conversation. Couldn't flirt in a way that wasn't deeply vulnerable, or obscene and intense. For Merlin’s sake, he'd begged you to choke him just now.

You were a fix he couldn't get, so he was suffering withdrawals from a drug he never had. He was going mad with it, the desperation for your attention. He would do anything to hear you say his name, to occupy an ounce of space in that beautiful brain, even if meant looking like an idiot. Like a psycho.

It was worth it just to have you look.

After dinner, the four of them returned to the Slytherin common room, Barty still carrying your books with a wrapped bundle on top. Every step towards your shared dorm with Pandora made his heart beat faster, a nervous sweat collecting along his spine.

Nothing made him nervous like you did.

Barty walked into the room last, his eyes immediately drifting towards your bed even though he tried to resist. You were curled up against a pile of pillows, surrounded by parchment and open books, your quill scribbling furiously across the page in your lap.

You glanced up when they entered, meeting his eyes for a split second, low-lidded and disinterested, per usual, and turned your attention back to your work.

The dismissal itched like a bug under his skin, his blood going hot and tingly. He needed you to look at him again.

He set your books on your desk and kicked off his shoes, flopping onto your bed before he really thought about it. It was softer than his, covered with quilts and pillows, and he noticed a little stuffed cat tucked away under your covers. He could smell you all around him, so sweet and warm, and whatever rationality he had left dissolved into goo.

“Who invited you?” You snapped, shoving at his shoulder with little success. A swell of affection at your pitiful attempt made his heart beat quicken, you were just so fucking cute.

He set the paper bundle on your chest. “Thought you might be hungry, sweetness,” he said, hugging one of your pillows to his chest.

Merlin, you were so beautiful when you glared at him like that. He filed the image away for later, mentally sifting through his paint collection for the perfect shade to match your pout.

You looked a bit perplexed at the package, almost angry, and his anxiety returned, fighting through the haze caused by your proximity. “You brought me food?”

He nodded, biting back ‘and dessert too’. He wanted you to actually eat the food, not throw it at his head.

Hesitantly, you unfolded the bundle, as if he'd given you something rotten, or was pulling a prank. It made his lungs squeeze with guilt. He was shitty to a lot of people, most people. But not to you, never you.

Your brow softened with relief when you realized it was just a sandwich, before quickly furrowing again. He wanted to smooth it with his lips, kiss you until it never creased with worry again.

“I'm not hungry,” you said, setting the bag on the side table. A twinge of hurt stabbed between his ribs, but didn't let his smile falter. He knew that's what you would say. And he also knew you would eat it later, when no one was around to see you accept a small gesture of kindness.

That was good enough for him.

You slid out of your bed, leaving his side cold, and he stretched out against your sheets, wallowing in your residual warmth like a niffler in a pile of gold.

The others chatted around you, Xeno lighting up a joint by the cracked window, but you sat down at your desk, turning back to your work and tuning them out.

Barty sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed so he could pretend he was wrapped in you body instead of your sheets, his nose buried into your hair instead of your pillow.

Reader's POV

You and Pandora walked arm in arm into the library, chatting about the idiots in your Transfiguration class. You were headed to your usual spot at the back of library, a collection of over stuffed chairs by a stained glass window overlooking the Forbidden Forest, and stopped short when you saw Regulus, Evan, and Barty already there.

Barty was reclined in the window, his long legs propped up against the other side, a sketchbook in his lap, quill between his teeth.

“Excuse the hell out of me,” Pandora said, startling them all from their abnormal quiet.

Barty's head snapped up, his eyes immediately landing on you, and he about fell out of the window.

“What? Like you own this table?” Evan drawled, not looking up from his book,his expensive loafers propped up on the table.

“Yes,” Pandora shot back, dropping down beside him and pulling out her books with clear agitation. "So if you're staying, keep your mouth shut."

Evan mimed zipping his lips and crossed his heart. Barty just turned back to his sketchbook instead of sauntering over to you with some cheeky quip on his tongue.

A prickle of uncertainty climbed your neck. Perhaps you really had upset him about that sandwich. You wish you hadn't said you were hungry as soon as it came out of your mouth, but you were too proud to apologize. You were so stunned by the gesture, so overwhelmed by his body pressed against you, his warmth mixing with yours, that you clammed up. Shut him down.

But even now, you couldn't bring yourself to approach him and apologize. Thank him. So, you sat down beside Regulus, the only other member of the group you found tolerable most of the time, and he greeted you with a dip of his chin.

You pulled out your work, determined to pretend Barty wasn't there at all.

Of course, you failed. Your eye kept wandering back to him, his sharp jaw silhouetted by the light, his pierced brow furrowed in concentration as his hand moved across the page, silver rings adorning ink stained fingers. He was dressed down today, jeans and Slytherin sweater, the collar of his shirt underneath it crooked.

After an hour or so of quiet, he dozed off, his head lolled against the window, quill dangling loosely in his fingers. Barty did that a lot, slept in unusual places at unusual times when the quiet dragged on a little too long. Evan mentioned once that Barty struggled to sleep at night, insomnia or something, and even the draughts Madam Pomfry made him only worked sometimes.

Unable to quell your curiosity, you got up to retrieve another book, brushing past him and sparing a glance down at his sketchbook. Your own face stared back at you, framed with rough sketches of your hands, your eyes, the bow of your lips.

Your heart gave a painful lurch, a burst of affection making your bones soften, and you nearly stumbled over the carpet, catching yourself on the bookshelf at the last second.

You hurried down another row, praying none of your friends saw you, and braced yourself against the shelf.

Did Barty like you? Like, actually like you? You couldn't fathom it. It didn't make sense. You weren't kind to him, or outgoing, or special. He was all of those things and more, the most fascinating, maddening, all-consuming person you'd ever met in your life.

Surely, he didn't see all of those things in you? But why would he draw you if he didn't see something of interest? Something he liked?

Fuck, you couldn't breathe in this stuffy library. You needed air.

You steeled yourself and walked back to the table, collecting your things.

“Something wrong, y/n?” Regulus asked, always too perceptive, and Barty stirred, picking his head up from the wall to peer at you through drowsy eyes.

“Nothing, I—”

Barty slid off the window and you lost your train of thought, heat scorching your cheeks. “Rushing off to hang out with your more interesting friends?” Barty asked, his voice a little gruff from his brief nap.

“More interesting friends? Not at Hogwarts,” Evan chuckled. “We're as interesting as it gets.”

“If you're bored, babygirl, all you had to was say so,” Barty hummed, striding up to you.

You placed a hand on his sternum to stop him from coming any closer, ignoring the flare of heat that accompanied the contact. “You were asleep five seconds ago,” you argued.

“Asleep and dreaming of all the ways I could keep you entertained.” He grinned, wicked and sharp, and the simmering heat spread to your lower belly, your heart beating fast.

“What are you, a fucking court jester?” You bit, unable to stop your arm bending as he pushed closer, the smell of ink and his cologne making your mouth water.

“I'm whatever you want me to be,” he flirted, and Regulus and Pandora groaned in unison.

“Will you leave her the fuck alone?” Regulus snapped, tugging Barty back by a belt loop. “She's not interested in your act, Junior.”

“Act?” Barty quirked a brow. “I’m dead serious.”

“Don't talk about his brother that way!” Evan shouted, far too excited to make the over-used joke once again, and you rolled your eyes. Apparently, the rare quiet time had come to an end.

“I don't give a fuck about his brother!”

“I don't give a fuck about you!”

“Oh, so you're a bitch and a liar?”

“I'm not a bitch, you cunt!”

“I'll see you guys at the party later,” you said, using their bickering as your window of escape. You all but fled the library, desperate for some fresh air and clarity.

If Barty sincerely liked you…did that change anything? Was there a way to know for sure how he felt? You didn't even know how you felt, not really. You'd never let yourself really consider it for fear of inevitable disappointment.

Sure, you found him attractive, everyone did. And yes, despite yourself you thought he was funny and sweet, in his own, odd way. And he was especially sweet to you. He never brought your other friends food, or waited for them after class, or snuggled in their beds. Well, besides Evan.

He didn't really touch anyone else either. But if you were close enough, as he often ensured you were, he was touching you whenever he could. Knocked together knees in the Great Hall, leaning on you during class no matter how many times you shoved him off, throwing his arms over your shoulder when it was cold, wrapping his pinky around yours in a particularly crowded hall.

Yes, his words were often obnoxious and bordering on insane, but his actions…his actions were sincere, thoughtful, almost tender.

Was that the real Barty?

Maybe you had been fooled just like everyone else into thinking he was nothing more than a joker, a rowdy troublemaker, when the reality was so much deeper.

Had you been all wrong about him?

By the time you and Pandora left your dorm room to join the party, the common room was a madhouse. Green lights flashed in time with the thumping bass, bodies dancing and mingling in every available spot on the dancefloor, a haze of smoke and glitter over their heads.

You were wearing a black mini dress and heels, held together by string and a prayer. Your hair hung in loose waves down your back, your eyeliner sharp and lips painted. You knew you looked good, lethal in the best way, but all you could think about was Barty's reaction.

Would he like it? Hate it? Or even worse, not even notice?

Together, you and Pandora moved through the crowd towards your friends usual place at the far side of the common room.

Of course, you spotted Barty first. He was leaning against the bar, dressed in all black, tailored trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Apparently he ditched his actual shirt before you arrived in favor of displaying his countless tattoos, most of them done by his own hand. His hair was dark with pomade and pushed off of his face, glitter clinging to the sweat along his lean chest and shoulders.

He looked like a wet fucking dream.

Xeno let out a low whistle when you and Pandora stepped out from the crowd, drawing Barty's attention from Evan and Dorcas.

His jaw dropped instantly and with a dramatic flourish, he pretended to faint into Evan's arms, clutching at his heart. Despite yourself, you giggled, and Pandora shot you a surprised look through a gap in her boyfriends embrace.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Barty gasped, sliding out of Evan's arms and onto his knees. “Look at—baby, look at you!”

You flushed under the attention, your blood heating as it raced through your veins, but you just rolled your eyes at him, a new confidence blooming in your chest. He loved it.

You strode over to the bar, closing his mouth with a finger, and leaned against the counter. “Firewhisky?” You asked the student bartending, and they stared back at you, dumbstruck, before rushing to collect your drink.

Barty leaned against your legs, his cheek against your thigh. “What are you doing to me?” He whined up at you, feeding into your surge of confidence.

You pushed his head away, tugging at the roots of his hair before releasing him, and he groaned, a low, panty-melting sound. “I'm not doing anything. You're just insufferable,” you chastised, accepting your drink.

“And you're beautiful,” he said, sounding almost reverent, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Fuck off and drool on someone else, yeah?” You snapped, overwhelmed by his candor, even though it was exactly what you thought you wanted.

Fuck, you didn't know what you wanted. And even when you did, it seemed your subconscious wasn't always in agreement. You had wanted him to drool over you. He was literally on his knees, but some broken part of your brain couldn’t accept it. So you pushed him away.

“C’mon, you simpering mutt,” Evan said, hauling Barty up. “I think I saw a kegger over there.”

Barty started to protest, but Evan and Regulus dragged him away.

“You should have some mercy,” Xeno said, leaning on the bar beside you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow at him, taking a sip of whisky.

“Poor prick is besotted,” Dorcas supplied.

“He's full of shit,” you bit, that panicky feeling crawling up your spine.

Pandora shook her head, and your eyes widened. “It's true, I’ve never seen him so fucked up over someone before.”

“He's not the obsessive type. Not when it comes to dating, at least. He loses interest as often as he changes his underwear. But he's been stuck on you for months,” Dorcas said.

“Yeah, he usually obsesses over like quill tips, and arson—”

“You guys are serious?” You asked, cutting off Xeno. “You think he actually likes me?”

They all stare at you, dumbfounded.

“You can't tell?” Pandora asked, grabbing your face and shaking you. “Babe, he's absolutely gone for you.”

“Like, gone gone,” Dorcas added.

“But it's Barty, I mean—he’s never serious—”

“Exactly, that's what makes it so obvious!” Pandora cried, exasperated. “I thought you knew!”

“Why would you think that!” You shouted back.

“Because he says it constantly!” Your friends yell in unison.

“He was on his knees, y/n. Like literally on his knees,” Xeno said, shaking his head. “It doesn't get much more devoted than that.”

Devoted. It clicked then, the signs you'd been brushing off, refusing to see clearly because of your own veil of distrust. Because you didn’t allow yourself to accept the truth out of fear. Barty had been showing you for months how he felt, and not just in his words, in his actions. Bringing you food when you were hungry, walking you from class to class, meeting your barbs and verbal lashes with a smile.

He’d been wearing his heart on his sleeve this entire time, and all you’d done is punish him for it.

Oh, fuck. How could you be so blind?

You set your drink on the bar and pushed through your friends, ignoring their calls as you forced your way through the crowd, searching for Barty in the sea of green. You found him standing with Evan and few other members of the Quidditch team, cheering while a fifth year shotgunned a dandelion draught.

“Barty!” You shouted over the roar, grabbing his wrist.

He turned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Y/n? Are you alr—where are we going?”

You dragged him into a shadowed alcove, slightly hidden from the party. Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears already burning behind your eyes. “Be honest with me,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

“Always,” he said automatically, brow heavy with uncertainty.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked.

Understanding dawned, and Barty's expression melted into something painfully soft, painfully sincere. “I just wanna be yours.”

The admission stole the air from your lungs, made your heart freeze in place. "M-mine?"

“Yours,” he breathed, his hands finding your waist, grip tight as desperation filled his eyes. “Please, let me be yours.” He lowered to his knees again, his head by your navel. “I promise—I promise I’ll be good, if you’ll just give me a chance too—”

You leaned down and grabbed the silver chain around his throat like a collar, dragging his mouth to yours in a fervid, frantic kiss. He surged upwards, lifting you into the air and crushing you between his body and the wall, forcing air out of your lungs. You wrapped your legs around his narrow hips as his tongue pried open your mouth, desperate to taste you. Desire pumped through you, scalding hot and more potent than the whisky, making your head spin, your skin tingle.

You tugged at his hair, drawing him closer, and he whimpered low in his throat. Your cunt clenched at the sound, your thoughts turning singular: make him beg. Your tongue traced his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke, and you sucked his lower lip between your teeth, biting hard before soothing it with your tongue.

His hips canted up into your core, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass beneath your dress and grind your core against him. You gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, and he seized the opportunity to pillage your mouth again, licking at your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

“Your dorm,” you panted, yanking his head back by the roots of his hair.

He didn’t hesitate, throwing you up and over his shoulder in a startling feat of strength.

“Barty!” you squealed, giggling and slapping at his back while he carried you to the stairs, his hand keeping your dress in place so you didn’t flash anyone. He couldn’t have made it any more obvious what was happening, and you found that you didn’t care. If you were going to be with Barty, you were going to have to get used to being loved out loud.

“Look at her ass again, see what happens!” You heard him bark, his voice a rumble through his ribcage, and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as he carried you up the stairs.

A moment later, you were being tossed roughly onto his bed, the door slamming shut with a muttered alohomora. Barty crawled up your body, his dark eyes flashing with a feral hunger that made your pussy purr, and he dove into your neck with his teeth and tongue, making you gasp and arch into his body, your whole body alight with pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” you cooed, petting his hair to try and settle his frantic affection. Poor thing couldn’t seem to control himself, so worked up he was rutting against your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, relax.”

He whined into your neck, clutching at the fat of your lovehandles. “Need you so bad,” he groaned. “M’sorry, can’t help myself.”

You rolled over him, straddling his hips with yours. “I know, love. Just sit still and be good for me, yeah?”

He nodded vigorously, watching you kiss down his body with heavy-lidded eyes. You pushed up the hem of his undershirt, licking a stripe between the valley of his abdomen muscles, admiring the tattoos you’d only gotten glimpses of.

“So pretty, Bat,” you purred, and felt his cock twitch against your chest, his head falling back against the pillows. “Been wanting me this whole time?”

“Yes, so badly—fuck, treasure, please—” he moaned when you grazed your teeth along his hipbone, sucking the skin into your mouth to leave a mark. His hand tangled in your hair, rings cool against your scalp, and you released his skin with a pop, admiring the plum-colored bruise left behind. “I’m getting that tattooed,” he panted, dragging a thumb over your spit slick lips. “Swear to Salazar.”

You giggled, shifting further down to undo his trousers and finding that he apparently skipped boxers. His cock sprung out to slap against this stomach, rigid and flushed, a bead of pearly precum dripping down to his navel. Gently, you traced a finger over the protruding veins along his shaft, admiring him.

Barty hissed through his teeth, his muscles tensing to keep still.

“Good boy,” you praised, wrapping your hand loosely around him, pumping once, twice without any real pressure. He was long and slightly curved, gorgeous, and you couldn’t resist dragging your tongue up the root of him, feeling the velvety texture against your lips.

“Fucking shit, you’re going to kill me.” His fingers tightened in your hair as you lapped at the head, savoring the salty taste of him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, every muscle flexed tight. Fighting for his life to hold still.

“Baby,” he whined when you stopped, picking up his head to look down at you.

“Say your mine,” you ordered, hovering just over his cock, holding his wild-eyed gaze.

“I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

You smiled and wrapped your lips around him, swallowing down as much of him as you could manage and he cried out, rough and breathless with relief. You bobbed up and down on his length, tongue pressing against the root of his cock and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach, and you watched his soul leave his body.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted, using your hair to lift and lower you a little faster, his control starting to falter as you pulled him apart. “Bloody hell, you’re way too good at this. What the fuck—oh saints. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.”

You hummed in response, letting him push you further down, gagging on his length before he released you and you pulled off of him to catch your breath, a trail of drool connecting your lips and his head.

Barty groaned. “Never mind, I’m getting that tattooed. Right on my fucking forehead so every time I look in the mirror—”

You climbed back up his body and draped yourself over him, silencing him with a sloppy kiss, his tongue laving across your lips to taste himself. “Do you ever stop talking?” you teased, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheekbone, his temple.

In a quick movement, he flipped you beneath him. “There’s one sure-fire way to shut me up,” he purred against your ear before kissing and licking down your neck and chest. Every pass of his lips was electric, a bolt of pleasure straight your weeping pussy, swollen against your panties and desperate for attention. “This dress,” he murmured, tracing the swell of your breast with his tongue. “Wear it for anyone in particular?”

“I wanted to see your reaction,” you admitted, gasping when his big hand came up to knead your tit, fingertips still a little stained from sketching. His rings were harsh against your skin, and you arched into him, relishing in his greedy touch.

“Sent me to my knees, sweetheart. Damn near killed me.” He pulled the top of you dress down, your tits spilling free, and he took one pert nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue while he teased the other with his hand.

You keened, hands flying into his shaggy hair. Every pull of his mouth went straight to your cunt, making your hips buck against his thigh. He shifted to press his leg harder against you, letting you chase your pleasure, and hummed in approval against your chest.

The friction was amazing, buzzy heat spilling under your skin and making you moan and cling tighter to him, trembling with unspent energy. “Fuck, Barty—please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but he seemed to understand you perfectly.

“Say your mine, treasure,” he said, biting at the side of your breast, and you yelped.

“Yes, Barty! All yours! Just please—”

He pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you while he shifted down your body. Without warning, he buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy through your panties with an eagerness that made your eyes cross, your teeth sink down on his digits.

“So fucking sweet, baby. Melting like sugar f’me.” He yanked your panties down your legs and returned to his feasting, laving his long tongue through you before sucking hard at you clit. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, needing both hands to spread you open for his consumption.

Your mind was wiped clean, erased completely by all-consuming bliss as he practically mauled your pussy, vicious in his pursuit of your pleasure. His tongue fucked into you, the slurping loud and lewd, while he massaged your clit with his thumb. You dug your nails into his sheets, trying to stifle your screams into his pillow.

"So responsive, baby. Ready for more?" He asked, easing his middle finger inside of your clenching channel, curling against the gooey spot behind your pelvic bone that made you melt into the mattress. Adding a second finger, he started nursing your clit again, letting his dexterous artist’s fingers coax you open.

Once you were moaning, loose and languid against the mattress, he ramped back up, working your g-spot like it stole something from him he was hellbent on getting back. He dragged his teeth against your clit, soothing the flare of pain with his tongue, and you felt yourself draw tight, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Barty—oh God, I’m going to come—oh fuck, oh fuck!” You lifted almost completely off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you, ripping through sinnew and bone to consume your heart, devour you entirely.

Barty slowed his ministrations, dragging his tongue through your spasming pussy with long, lush licks, his hold tight on your thighs when you started to inch away from him, your body twitching and shaking as you came down from your high.

“That’s my treasure, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me,” he hummed, smiling against your skin, and nuzzled his nose against your clit while he withdrew his fingers, making you jump and whine. “Not so mean now, are you, sweetness?”

You shook your head, trembling and weak, completely boneless beneath him.

"So soft for me, hm?" He dragged you down the bed, throwing one of your calves over his shoulder while he swiped the head of his cock through your messy slit. “Better hold onto something, darling. You've got me at the end of my leash.”

You wrapped your hands around the bars of his headboard and he grinned, a wicked slash across his handsome face.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect for me.” He notched his cock at your entrance and with a smooth roll of his hips, buried himself to the hilt. You both cried out, the fullness, the stretch more intense than anything you’d felt before. “I was fucking made for you, baby,” he groaned, dragging his hips back before snapping them forward, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck, B, feels so good,” you mewled, rocking your hips to meet his thrust for thrust, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

He used his hold on your elevated leg to lift your hips off the bed, ratcheting up to a punishing pace, making you scream and thrash on the bed while he fucked you with every ounce of desperation and determination he’d harbored over the last few months. His teeth sunk into your calf, hard enough to send a bolt of pain down your leg and make you cry out, heightening the pleasure radiating from your core until you were teetering on the edge again, every graze of his cockhead against your cervix winding you tighter, higher—

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy, erratic and rough, and you could only nod. “Can feel it, tres. C’mon, babygirl, come with me. Please, need to feel you come around me, m’dying for it, please, please—”

You came with a scream, your vision whiting out as sunlight blazed through you, eviscerating every ounce of tension, trepidation, fear, and leaving you a beacon of light, nothing but giddy, delirious stardust.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it—fuck!” Barty came a heartbeat after you, the swelling and throbbing of his cock as he painted your inside white prolonging your release, wringing every drop of pleasure from you until you both collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving and sticky with sweat, the glitter from his skin decorating yours.

You reached for him, trembling and raw, and he gathered you into his chest, kissing your cheeks and forehead with a dizzying gentleness. “Barty,” you breathed, hands curling against his chest, too overwhelmed with feeling to say anything else.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, cradling your face to bring your gaze to his. “I’m yours.”

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, taste him again, letting the warmth of his body, the heavy beat of his heart, ground you in the reality of this moment. Barty was yours, and you were his. And you were safe. He wanted you despite your attitude, your armor, your callousness. He wanted you exactly as you were, more than happy to lay in the shadows with you, or draw you out into his light to dance.

“And I’m yours,” you breathed against his lips, and he smiled.

“I'll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your head before flying out of bed and wrenching open the door, his cock barely stuffed back into his pants. “SHE’S FUCKING MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!” He screamed down the stairs to the party.

A chorus of cheers rang out, reaching you from the common room. You buried your face into his pillow, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment scorching your cheeks.

Barty whirled around, a maniac’s grin on his face, and he dove back into bed, determined to stake his claim as many times as possible before sunrise.

© agreeewrites 2025. do not copy, translate or claim my writing as your own.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

They can only agree on one (1) thing:

Barty: you don't want Regulus to die

Barty: and i don't want Regulus to die

Barty: so now we gotta make sure Regulus doesn't want Regulus to die.

Sirius: fantastic plan but have you met Regulus

[heatwa-ves]

thought about wilsiri again they're funnnn

[ghostedgwen]

but I knew you | j.potter [part two]

note : I am so happy with the positive response to the first part, I had struggled drafting it up for months because I felt lacking. I hadn't written in so long that I was beginning to doubt if I could still do it like before and the answer is 'no', but this way, I can keep improving. Thank you all so much for the support as always <3

warnings : just pure angst, James is very ouchie on this one, some hints of Lily hate sorry, graphic mention of violence but just briefly, enemies to lovers maybe, james is an asshole, keep in mind he was 14 in the flashbacks pls, angst ouch ouchie

James gets into an accident during a Quidditch game and develop amnesia - he doesn't remember the past 2 and a half years, and he currently has the mentality of fourth-year James. This doesn't bode well for you that your boyfriend of 2 years now currently thinks he's still  in love with Lily.

└——————— - [ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 - 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 ]. +

An absolute bloody nightmare is a light way of putting it. You barley remember how you reacted and digested the whole situation, well enough to stumble back to your dormitory and act like everything is fine in front of your dorm mates.

You could guess you acted like a big, brave girl and smiled while nodding. “James here needs some more rest, so do I, I’ve been here since last night - I need to go get changed and everything.”

The boys tried to cut in but you didn’t let them. Getting up to pat down your uniform nonchalantly. “He’s all yours, take care of him for me.”

As you walked out, you pretended like your heart wasn’t breaking into pieces, leaving behind a shard with every step you took.

To make it worse, you heard your lovely boyfriend’s voice again. “Who the bloody hell was that? Are you lot pissing on me again?”

.

You couldn’t sleep a wink. You got up with bags under your eyes and Mary gasping at the sight of you.

“I guess your boyfriend falling 500 feet in the air would do that to you.” Marlene shrugged as she was putting on her tie.

“Perhaps you should skip class for now?” Lily suggested. Oh Merlin, it is not her fault but you can’t help feeling irritated at her voice.

Your boyfriend’s injury and sudden amnesia is not her fault but you can’t push back the bitter thoughts beginning to surface. It was bad enough how much you and James went through when you were starting out because of the history he had with Lily, but now there’s this.

You give her a small smile instead and willed your thoughts to fade. “I don’t think skipping classes and putting my grades at risk would contribute in any way to the situation.”

Lily gives you a sympathetic smile and a curt nod.

“Thank you, Lils. But I need the distraction anyway.”

.

You should have known it won’t be so easy. You always considered yourself to be strong, in mind and in heart.

But there are things you never prepare for because how could you have possibly foreseen them to ever happen anyway?

You walked into potions class all hopeful that your favorite subject could take your mind off the way James looked at you.

That was quick to die down when he stormed inside during the middle of class with his fellow Marauders running after him.

He burst through the doors looking fresh out of the infirmary. He was lucky Slurghorn left to go do something leaving you all to quietly work when he came in or this would be another 5 points off Gryffindor.

You half expected him to run to you, a smile instinctively forming on your lips until you saw the look of panic on the three boys’ faces.

James walked past you and right up to Lily. You slowly turn your head to watch him smile so brightly at her, in great contrast to how he treated you.

Bloody fuck, you shouldn’t watch. Sirius appeared beside you, an arm around you as he also watched James who they obviously failed to stop from coming here.

“My darling Lily-Flower, how - you cut your hair?” James frowned, eyeing the way Lily’s usually long red curls are now framing her face in a neat bob cut. “Since when?”

Lily was shocked at the nickname. Her eyes darting to you right away as she dodged the hand James was gonna use to touch her hair. The sight made you want to throw up.

“Potter, what is with you? This isn’t funny.” Lily stepped back and he closed the gap, she did it again and he closed the gap again.

“Oi Potter,is this why our ____ looked like shite this morning?” Marlene stepped in, pushing James away from Lily. “This joke isn’t funny for either Lily or____!”

James glared at her “Watch it, McKinnon. I don’t know why you lot think I’m joking. If anything, you bloody wankers keep insisting that that -“ he turns to point at you “person is my girlfriend.”

Oh bloody fuck. It’s a good thing Sirius was holding you or you would have collapsed to the floor with the way your knees gave out. You lean into him for support, and his hold on you tightens.

You look up to see that he is visibly upset at James, he's never looked at his best friend that way before.

"What is up with this tosser?" Marlene asked, beginning to raise her voice as she turned to Remus and Peter watching the scene unfold in horror. "Has your friend gone mental from the accident yesterday?"

"It's okay, Marlene." You tell her, but she would not budge.

"Why is he bothering Lily again and pretending like he doesn't know you? This is pissing me off."

Remus lets out a heavy sigh. "The accident caused him to forget about ____."

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. All their eyes turned to you and you try your best to look brave. Even when you could also feel James' unfamiliar gaze on you.

"Is that true?" Lily asked, a look of shock painted on her face. "____, I don't even know what to say."

You almost laughed. Of course she doesn't, no one would. Would apologizing make you feel better? Of course not, what would she even apologize for? "Sorry your boyfriend got amnesia so now he's in love with me again."

"Prongs, let's not do this here." Remus grabbed James by the arm and nudged him to get out. "Please."

James is very confused why everyone is acting the way they are but they let him drag him out this time, only Sirius brought you as well. He eyes you curiously, you seem familiar but he has never seen you before until yesterday when you hugged him.

Something about the action was familiar and it felt oddly warm but he did not know you. You look at him and could tell he was examining you.

"Who are you, really?" He asked.

You give him a bitter smile. "Let's talk."

.

The boys left you alone in the common room and has decided to stand guard outside to ensure no one would be walking in to disrupt the conversation.

He sat on the couch across the one where you sat, he watched your every move intently, trying so hard to understand who you are and what role you played in his life.

They say you're his girlfriend but just yesterday he was professing his love to Lily in the Great Hall during breakfast when he woke up in the infirmary all of a sudden.

He can't even begin to explain the weird feeling swirling all over him, like his body isn't his and he's just a visitor stopping by.

You cleared your throat. "James," his gaze unwavered, remained on you. "My name is ____, I'm in my sixth-year at Hogwarts. I transferred here during our fourth-year."

James' brow slowly stitched into a frown, he doesn't know you at all. In his current memories, you have not transferred yet.

He didn't speak yet. "You pestered me endlessly during my first week, until I gave you a taste of your own medicine -" You can't help the grin from forming, recalling the memory.

"What?" He asked.

.

You had no clue why James bloody Potter thought it would be the funniest thing to make your first week in Hogwarts horrible. From the moment you transferred, he's had his eyes set on you.

It even made the other three boys wonder just what has got him so taken with you. Enough so that he's not once bothered Lily like usual, which was a great surprise to everyone - not great for you.

"Potter, I'd be willing to give you everything in my trust fund if you would just sod off for the rest of our lives." You were only joking, not that you'd pay him a dime to piss off.

He smirks at that. "You forget I'm rich, ____."

Your eye twitch irritably. Right. Rich pretty boy thinks he can mess with anyone because he's a pure blood wizard from a well-off family, what a big man he is.

You smile sarcastically. "Oh my bad, I forget how rich you are that you can probably buy me."

James' brow perked at that, "Can I?"

You almost swung your entire arm to give his right cheek everything you've got but you kept your cool, sighing while biting the insides of your cheek to will yourself to calm down.

"You are a dog - no, worse than a dog. You are a cockroach. You disgust me, James Potter. Every single second spent knowing you has been a hellish nightmare. I hope that should lightning strike me dead right this very moment, I never get to fucking meet you again in my next unfortunate life or Merlin help me I would take a rock and break my own skull with it just to escape you."

Yeah you weren’t keeping your cool at all.

James stood dumbfounded at your words, barely registering them when you actually finally decided to swing. Your whole body twisting to deliver a blow to his face, it echoed in the empty halls and left a big red imprint on his cheek.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. "Don't bother telling on me unless you want people to know a little girl smacked the shit out of you."

You turned around, not bothering to wait for an answer and began strutting away. Ignoring the way your palm tingled from the slap, it hurt a lot but you kept walking away confidently.

James Potter stood still, cheek hurting while his heart remained pounding. In a way it never has around Lily before. "Bloody hell," he muttered with a devilish grin. "Bloody fucking hell."

.

"You beat me?" James asked, you fight the urge to think how cute he looks all clueless - like a baby. "Why would I start courting you after that."

"No clue, you are a weirdo." You roll your eyes at him. "But you were my weirdo. Unfortunately."

James couldn't comprehend it. He's 16 now and yet in his mind, he is still 14. "It doesn't make sense."

You shake your head. "No, it doesn't. But can you try? Isn't there a tiniest bit of you that recognizes me? Not in the slightest?" You ask him, running a desperate hand through your hair. "They say the mind can forget but the heart doesn't."

James stared at you, he could tell how much it hurts you. From the way his friends acted, even the other classmates - it was obvious that this was reality.

He's a visitor in his own body, two years has passed and he doesn't remember a single moment from them.

"I'm sorry . . .for not knowing you." James hesitantly apologized. He could tell, you were important to him, with how his body craved to run up to you and hug you - but his mind sees you as a stranger.

You smile bitterly at that. "So right now, it's still her?"

James didn't answer, something in him instinctively telling him not to. You waited, but he didn't say anything. "When you started courting me, everyone had thought it was a grand prank. Like some big joke you were pulling, so did I."

James remained silent.

"How could we honestly expect a James Potter who has pestered Lily Evans for 4 years to just suddenly fall for the new girl? It was a whole commotion, I wanted everything to stop. I couldn't focus on my studies with how much everyone buzzed whenever I walked into a room."

James slowly nodded. "Why did you say 'yes', then? You said we have been together for two years."

You chuckle at the question, you ask yourself the same thing every day. "Because I got to know a James Potter that no one ever has before. A James Potter that I could have all to myself. . ." you heaved a heavy sigh, shaking as you let out your breath. Looking up to smile up at him sadly, so familiar yet so strange. "But you're not mine. You're not my James, are you?"

He couldn't answer as the lump in his throat got bigger and bigger and bigger. His body hurts, his stomach kept dropping and his hands twitched to reach out to you.

His legs are begging him to run to you, his skin is crawling to meet yours. Every part of his body wanted you, except in his head - you remain a stranger.

"I. . .don't know."

to be continued . . .

part three | masterlist

[threecatsinacoat]

you know what? I have searched down in all of jeverus/snirius/snupin fics for time travel aus and most often than not it's always severus the one who gets sent back after his death

what if it's the others that go back?

what if it's james since he is the first to die and tries time and time again to change the outcome but nothing seems to work until he notices that he hasn't tried something: being a fucking civil person to snape and grow a friendship with him

what if it's sirius the one that comes back? right after the veil he falls back into his teenage body. he suffers a meltdown thinking he has gone insane, echoes of a future that still hasn't happened yet torment him. the deaths of his friends playing everytime he sees them, the rage he feels whenever he sees peter knowing he was the traitor. he ends up reluctantly now seeking snape, the one who dumbledore seemed to trust, the spy, the one who warned him time and time again of his stupid recklessness and never listened.

what if it was remus? seeing how his cowardice affected the people he cared time and time again. he goes back, just in time of SWM and just as james is about to cast the levicorpus, remus disarms him and finally does something. he takes distance with his friends and tries to talk to them about how horrible they have been, he tries and apologizes to severus for everything and, while the other doesn't trust him, remus does anything he can go gain his trust and prevent him from being harmed by the future that is ahead of them.

what if the four of them come back? once peter dies, they four get back at the same time at the same moment. james is the one who knows less since he was the first to die, and peter is the one who knows more. the distrust grows within the group and chaos ensues until they realize that they gotta change or they will end up dying again. and that change gotta start with one person. snape.

[staliamazing]

​​Bucket List - jegulus microfic

dream | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 406

"What's on everyone's bucket lists?" Marlene asks, taking a sip from the bottle of wine they were all sharing before passing it to Mary who was sprawled on the floor next to her. "I'm going skydiving for sure."

"I aim to break at least one law in every country on God's green earth." Barty comments, matter-of-factly.

"Not exactly aiming very high, is it Crouch?" Sirius replies with a chuckle. "Bet you're banned from a couple as is." Barty fakes a smile, flashing his pointed teeth in Sirius' direction.

The group go around saying their piece, continuing to banter. After Sirius' turn, he passes the bottle to James, who shrugs and takes a swig.

"Nothing?" Remus asks. "Gotta be something you're dying to do, mate."

"Where's your ambition, man?! Your desires, wishes, dreams?" Barty waves a flask at James accusingly. Of course he brought his own, James thinks.

"I've got dreams!" He pouts.

"Like what, Prongs?" Peter asks, all eyes on the man in question.

"I want to be a dad." James replies, instantly shy. Regulus is resting his head on James' lap, and looks up to meet his gaze.

"Oh. James, you know I can't. Right?" Regulus whispers, ashamed. The dysphoria and self-hatred he would suffer if James got him pregnant would be fatal. The pair stare at each other as the room watches.

"Alright everybody, party's over!" Sirius yells and jumps to stand, motioning to Remus to collect the empty bottles sprawled across the floor and usher everyone else out of the room. Barty is slurring as Evan drags him by the shirt out of the room, muttering about "what I say?"

"Reg." James says once the last person, Pandora, leaves the room after giving them both an apologetic smile.

Regulus stares at the wall.

"Regulus, love. I know. I know."

"Then why would you say that in front of everyone?" Regulus spits, defensiveness building up inside him. "I would rather die than have to..."

"I'd never ask you to. I can't even imagine it, to be honest."

"Good. Don't." Regulus gulps, the thought horrifying him.

"I was thinking more adoption or fostering. The amount of kids who are out there scared right now, just like you and Sirius were, we could help them. You and I know better than most that blood doesn't always run thicker than water."

Regulus hums, inching closer to his boyfriend. "Mm. You'd be a really good dad, you know"

"So would you."