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still believe this to be one of my best works 🥹

The next chapter

Pairing - Sirius Black x Reader

When Sirius heard of your story, he knew he wanted to be the next chapter.

As you had grown older, you’d found you’d lost much of your childlike trust. It’s not that you lacked trust of any kind, it was more that you were more selective with who deserved it. You didn’t run to the first person who held out their arms to you, anymore. You didn’t fall into them, sobbing. And you certainly didn’t immediately tell them all your woes. So when you did decide someone had earned your trust, that’s when you knew you were in deep.

There were three people at Hogwarts that had sought to know you well enough that you found yourself willing to tell them anything. Remus Lupin was the first. With his quiet assurance, there really was no reason you wouldn’t sell him your soul. It had been a simple trade of secrets at the time, his lycanthropy for your backstory. It hadn’t been easy, of course, nothing could ever prepare you for saying the words that don’t just let the listener hear what's wrong with you, but also show them.

That day was when you first started to breathe properly again. Fuller and better now that you had some to share the burden.

Lily had been next and although she hadn’t made a straight swap with you, she had her own ways of coaxing your inner child out. Like a mother with a lollipop, she had persuaded you with her warm hugs, her gorgeous green eyes, and her smile. God, her smile made you feel like you were on your way to heaven itself.

The day you told Lily Evans of your scars was the day you started to stand taller. Shoulders back and head high, like there was a balloon attached to your head, or maybe it was just your best friend in angel form, guiding you.

And then, of course, there was your beautiful boyfriend. The man who had watched from the side as you told two of his best friends in the world, things that he himself could relate to on a whole new level. He wasn’t subtle either. From sharing long nights with you, him opening up about his worries about his brother, showing you his scars, to asking what home was like for you, Sirius tried anything to get you to open up to him. To let him understand.

It hadn’t been until he’d walked in on you changing, that you felt it appropriate to show him your world. The t-shirt had been halfway over your head when the door had opened, giving whoever had just walked in a good ten seconds to see you before you could see them. Long winding scars ran down the vast expanse of your back, smaller ones dotted across your arms and legs. You had spun around quickly, eyes wide, almost doe like, somewhat begging him to look away. His eyes, by comparison, were flashing with recognition, swirling with emotion. Like the deepest parts of the ocean, and as you willed yourself to look at him, you had felt all the air rush from your lungs, gasps suddenly bubbling from your lips, as you broke down before him.

When Sirius found out about your story, he had brought back your best quality. Your smile. So much brighter now. So much wider.

So between selling Remus your soul, dying in Lily’s smile and drowning in Sirius’s eyes, you felt like maybe you had been stripped back to that little girl who would tell a stranger anything, even if she was just a little hungry. Being open with them was easy now, albeit sometimes strange and foreign. But you had your techniques, more so with Sirius than with the others.

Your favourite of them all had to be the drawing. Sometimes when the scars felt too heavy or the bruises too loud, your boyfriend would dig out his nearest pen and etch beautiful lines onto your skin. They were never perfect, often skipping and jumping over the stretched out skin, but they meant the world to you. To both of you. Many days you would be seen wearing stars or moons or flowers along your wrists or up the side of your thigh. A subtle reminder of the love that kept you grounded, tethered.

It was something that the two of you could share in private. Closed away in the canopy of a bed, the curtains closed around you, small fairy lights hovering above, somewhere only the two of you could breach. Somewhere safe, somewhere like home. Hushed whispers and silken giggles falling on tired ears. The tickle of a pen tracing the outline of an unimportant mark, turning it into something magical. No secrets being kept, no underlying pressures, just the two of you.

Because when Sirius found out about your story, he knew he wanted to be the next chapter.

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Me (through gritted teeth, head in my hands, eyes bloodshot): I love writing:)

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this feels targeted

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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And the crowd is … sobbing? 🥹🥹

traditions - remus lupin

part of my potter!reader x remus lupin secret relationship au - this is more focused on r! and james's relationship.

On the twenty seventh night of march in 1972, Professor McGonagall had come by two huddled figures in the twilight shadows of the courtyard, the moonlight casting a light upon hidden faces, holding a long letter between them, small parcels on the ground around them.

She had known the Potter twins proved to be trouble, but when it was over something so innocent, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry. As she approached the two first years, their whispers became more prominent, quiet giggles between them. And then, finally, they noticed her. You had gasped, slapping James in the arm to bring his attention to the intimidating Professor, her figure unmistakable in her pointed witch’s hat, robes flowing around her.

“I’m sorry Professor!” You had squeaked, hands immediately working to gather your things. Ever so obedient, scared to defy a person of authority you respected oh so much. James, on the other hand, grinned, as though he knew his next words would get you out of trouble. “It’s our birthday, Professor!”

Professor McGonagall’s lips tugged upwards, but she didn’t let you witness the smile on her face. Instead, she said with her signature unimpressed glare “Get to bed, the both of you.” Grabbing the letter, you scurried away, into the castle, leaving James to grasp the two small parcels — gifts from your parents — and follow after you with a last goodnight to the deputy headmistress.

And now, six years later, the same two figures sat hidden away in the tranquility of Hogwarts’s silent night, thick jumpers wrapped around you, the unforgiving weather of early spring roaring around you. It was a tradition of yours, McGonagall learned. Out of pure curiosity, in your second year at Hogwarts, she had visited the courtyard whilst doing her nightly rounds, a smile on her face at the realisation that the same pair of twins read aloud a letter from their parents and opened their gifts. She was glad to know that you were still best friends then, despite being so different and having different friends.

So in secret, Professor McGonagall returned to the courtyard on every night of your birthday. Tonight would be the last time she’d get to witness your little ritual, both of you graduating in just a couple of months. Now, you both didn’t bother trying to hide in your meet up spot, legs extended to provide you comfort whilst you tugged yourself underneath your thick, woolly scarf. You weren’t children anymore, but young adults, ready to take on what the world had to throw at you.

Professor McGonagall approached you, imitating your movements by staying hidden near the wall’s shadows, hoping to stay out of your ray of vision. You sat with James, shoulders touching as you held the letter from your parents in gloved hands, the wind attempting to fight the parchment out of your hands. Alas, you held on, reading out the loving words signed ‘Mum and Dad’.

Your bags of candies had already been ripped open, each having a stash catered to your own liking from the parents who loved you so much. Despite being six years older from when you’d hidden here for the first time, you still exchanged the cards you’d gotten with your chocolate frogs, now a pile of crumbs beneath you, all traces of chocolate otherwise gone. ‘For our beautiful twins. Will your smiles always stay as bright as those of children in a candy store.’ They had written, your last gift from them being the piles of sweets that would likely last you until graduation. Or perhaps just one lonely night.

It was bittersweet, knowing you would never have a birthday like this again — just the two of you, running away from the party your friends had thrown for you to spend sacred minutes together.

A long moment of silence passed before you turned to face your brother, voice quiet, happy. “Do you wanna see what Remus got me?” James nodded, shifting to face you, watching as you fished under the neckline of your jumper, pulling out a locket as you unraveled the scarf from around your neck. James squinted his eyes, smiling softly at the heart shaped locket with you and Remus’s initials engraved into the metal. You opened it, revealing the image of you Lily had taken of you and your boyfriend only a month ago. In the snow, Remus held you in a tight embrace. Your head was tilted upwards, watching him with loving eyes as he returned your gaze, a fond smile so clear on his face, your lips almost touching.

Instead of replying, James bumped his shoulder against yours, smiling at the daydreaming look on your face, staring into the photo. “He’s so perfect.” James scoffed, rolling his eyes “Okay, you sap.” But he knew there was nothing he would change about his best friend either. “Did you like Lily’s gift?” You asked. James’s mouth opened, but then he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at you suspiciously. “Of course I know what she got you, I’m her best friend.” You added, replying to James’s unspoken question. He nodded quietly before a shy smile made its way onto his face. “Yeah, I really love it.”

At your sudden giggle, James’s head snapped back towards you. “Look at us. In committed relationships at the ripe age of eighteen. Who would have thought?” “Well I knew I’d have someone, but for you to be in a relationship? That’s-“ He blew a raspberry, extending his arms out in exaggeration. He yelped, feeling your fist slam into his bicep, and huffed stubbornly.

“Point proven.”

Professor McGonagall smiled from the other side of the courtyard, shivering slightly as a gust of wind blew past her. She retreated into the castle, hoping that soon, you would too. But she wasn’t the only one watching. From the gryffindor tower’s balcony, Remus kept his eyes trained onto you, who had begun wrestling with James. He sighed, resting his chin on his hand, recalling the moment he had with James as he watched you dance with Lily. He suddenly didn’t know if his confession had been too much for your brother, but he knew it was the truth.

“I’m gonna marry her one day, James.” Remus had said. And taking one last sip of his drink, James had shot Remus an incredulous look, replying with “You better.” And as he walked away, he heard him add “Who the fuck else?"

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“We’re in a fanfic drought” Tell the writers you like their work.

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Stop please it’s just too much for my poor little heart ❤️

Flo, I saw this ask and thought I should shoot my shot and request this idea that had been stuck in my head. Soooo, dearest, can I request a Reggie fic or drabble wherein he was asked to babysit Draco? I just know he’d be so scared and caring at the same time. 😭🫶

thank you for requesting tally, my love! <3 this is much more serious than it should've been haha

Regulus Black x reader ✩ 1.4k words

cw: fluff, mentions of regulus' childhood

The sound of a muffled voice catches you off guard just as the front door clicks shut behind you. Regulus has never been one to talk to himself – not even when he’s pacing the floor, deep in thought. A frown begins to carve its way onto your face as you toe off your shoes and step further inside.

“Reggie?” you call out, but the silence that follows is absolute.

The living room looks like a stranger’s attempt at recreating yours. Familiar shapes in unfamiliar places. The cushions, usually arranged with an almost obsessive precision, are scattered across the floor. A trail of half-eaten snacks litters the coffee table, accompanied by the telltale shine of spilled juice. You blink at the mess.

The voice again – clearer now. It’s coming from the kitchen.

You follow the sound, and there he is: standing in front of the open fridge, shirt rumpled, hair tousled and standing in places where it looks like he's been tugging at the roots.

“Regulus?” you say again, softer now, more coaxing than questioning. At the sound of your voice, his tense shoulders drop, just slightly.

“Amour.” He exhales the word like a lifeline, turning to face you. There’s barely a moment to register this rare, almost rakish version of him before your eyes catch on the small blond child nestled against his hip, one gummy fist curled in Regulus’ collar.

Draco.

You blink. Regulus is holding Draco.

Before you can shape a single question, he’s already unraveling the explanation in a hurried string of words. 

“Cissa asked if we could babysit–last minute. I think she meant more you than me,” he says, too quickly. His voice is tight, a touch higher than usual. His eyes, normally sharp and composed, are wide and unmoored. “I was going to call you but then she just… dropped him off.”

You’ve seen Regulus face down a lot of scary things. You’ve seen him walk away from most of his family, piece together something tentative with Sirius and rebuild himself after all of it.  But this – this nervous wreck of a man clutching a toddler – is a rare and oddly endearing sight.

“Right,” you say, pressing your lips together, not quite succeeding at suppressing a smile. You step closer, now barefoot on the cool floor.

“Don’t laugh,” he pleads, already hearing it in your breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

And that’s all it takes. The laugh escapes, light and delighted, before you can stop it. It bubbles up and spills over and, miraculously, draws a giggle from Draco, who’s still tucked snugly into Regulus’ arms.

You look at the little boy, noting the way his sticky hand is practically glued to Regulus’ collar, cheeks flushed and round with sleep or sugar, probably both.

“Hi, handsome,” you coo, brushing the back of your finger across a soft, baby-plump cheek. “How are you?”

The response is a delighted babble, animated and incoherent, followed by a suspiciously adult-sounding huff. Regulus looks vaguely betrayed. You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of Regulus’ jaw where the tension knots visibly under his skin. His breath catches for a moment, a small shudder passing through him like he’s been holding himself too tight for too long.

“Has he been fed?” you ask quietly, brushing a damp curl from Draco’s forehead.

Regulus exhales, a long, weary sigh that seems to carry the weight of the entire day. “Yeah,” he says, voice rough, “tried a bit of everything from his bag.” His eyes flicker with something soft – relief, maybe, that at least that part is done.

You reach up and place your hand on his back, just between his shoulders, and start to rub small, soothing circles. The tension there is a stubborn thing, slow to leave.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, your fingers stilling briefly, just to emphasise the point.

His brow furrows like the question confuses him. “He’s the baby,” he says slowly, like that explains everything. “Why would I—”

You arch a brow, tilting your head. “You haven’t taken your eyes off him since he got here, have you?”

Regulus blinks, caught. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again like he’s trying to defend himself but can’t quite find the angle.

 “Of course I haven’t,” he says, slightly indignant, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “What if he gets hurt? What if he chokes on something or hits his head or–or just falls apart? What if–”

A small, startled grunt stops the slow build of panic, followed immediately by a sharp tug to his hair.

“Ow–Draco, no,” Regulus hisses, eyes squeezing shut in pain as the tiny hand fisted in his dark strands tugs again with all the surprising strength toddlers seem to have.

You hide a laugh behind your hand, stepping in without hesitation.

 “Alright, sweetheart,” you murmur, and with careful fingers, you begin gently unfurling Draco’s tight grip. 

Regulus’ breathing stutters, speeding up with little rhythm, again as your touch lingers, your fingers brushing his scalp, then down the side of his face, smoothing over the tense edge of his jaw like balm.

“Deep breaths, love,” you whisper.

He closes his eyes and does as you ask, drawing in a shaky breath and letting it out slowly. His shoulders sag as though he’s just remembered how.

You wait. You’ve always known how to wait through his spirals – how to anchor him gently, without force. The panic that once clung to him like a second skin is rarer now, appearances few and far between. But when it returns, it still hits hard and sudden.

Draco babbles something against Regulus’ chest and then lets out a sneeze, his tiny limbs jolting at the sound. Regulus immediately shifts, instinctively protective.

You give him another moment, watching the tension drain in slow increments.

“Do you want me to take him?” you ask softly. “You can make yourself something to eat, yeah? Get your bearings.”

Regulus doesn’t answer right away. You see the conflict flicker in his eyes – torn between pride and exhaustion, between trust and a still bubbling anxiety.

He looks down at Draco, who is now happily smearing a faint line of drool across his collarbone, and then back at you.

You add, gently, “It’s completely up to you. Whatever you want.”

Regulus swallows. Then, quieter than before: “If that’s alright.”

Your smile deepens as you stretch your arms out for the baby. “Of course it is.”

He passes Draco over with such careful, lingering hands, like he might dissolve without his touch. You settle the boy on your hip, your body already swaying, instinctive. Draco sighs, content, and nuzzles into your shoulder.

Once he’s sure Draco’s weight is secure in your arms, Regulus lingers a moment, brushing a thumb over the baby’s socked foot like he’s reluctant to let go completely.

“Go make a sandwich, Reggie. Or heat up the leftover soup–unless that’s what’s all over the coffee table?”

He glares weakly. “Juice.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Regulus watches you for a moment longer before turning toward the counter, finally moving to make himself something – toast, probably, the only thing he reliably trusts himself not to burn when distracted.

And even with his back to you, he can’t stop glancing over his shoulder every few seconds.

There’s something about the way you hold Draco, confident and instinctive. Your cheek brushing lightly against blond curls. The way you sway just the smallest bit on your feet, calming without thinking. And the baby, usually fussy with unfamiliarity, is content. Quiet. Safe.

It hits him harder than he expects.

Regulus has spent his life navigating things no one should have to. Tiptoeing through rooms where love came with conditions, where softness was foreign and fleeting. And yet, here you are. Patient. Steady. Effortless.

He’s seen you in a hundred different lights. But this? This is something else entirely.

He turns toward the fridge with a newfound stillness in his limbs.

Draco sighs dramatically against your shoulder, like this has all been terribly hard work for him too. You chuckle, gently rocking side to side.

Regulus pauses with his hand on the fridge door, glancing back one more time. “You’re good at this,” he murmurs, voice low and sweet.

You meet his eyes over Draco’s head. “So are you.”

He huffs softly, the closest thing to a laugh he’s managed all day. “I feel like I’ve aged ten years in two hours.”

“You’ll bounce back.” You smile, and his heart stutters.

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Me when my fav fanfic writer posts another banger

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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So like I know the whole point of this is to be in love with regulus and whatever lovey dovey yeah

but like …. barty …..❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ugh

(not) the traditional way - regulus x crouch!reader

summary: sirius discovers through grapevine gossip that his younger brother is engaged to his long term girlfriend after both their parents found out. wc: 1.5k

It was the awkward time period after curfew when the common room was starting to fill up with people again, but was never busy. Prefects were leaving for rounds, turning blind eyes to their classmates, sneaking out of the common room. It was quiet enough to lay comfortably with friends, but too many people were walking by to be able to have private conversations, meant only for friends. Despite that, Peter came rushing through the portrait, tripping over his feet as he made his way over to Sirius.

“Sirius!” He gasped, slumping down on the couch, panting as he quietly repeated. “Sirius! Your brother - you’ll never guess,” Remus straightened up on the armchair, curious on what Peter had to say. The boy always got the best gossip in the castle, his nonchalant nature causing those around him to spill countless details to him. “Spill it, Wormtail.” Sirius demanded with an annoyed tone, but a glimmer of worry flickered in his eyes.

“Regulus is getting married.”

“What!?” Sirius shot up, his back separating from the couch’s cushions. “To-to who?”

Peter grinned, proud to be bringing him his information. “His girlfriend! She-Crouch!”

“He proposed?” The question came from Remus, who rose from the armchair to sit on the floor, shuffling closer to the pair of boys. Peter shook his head. “No. The parents found out they’ve been together, and took advantage of it – got them engaged.”

Sirius sunk back into the couch, staring directly into the fireplace, rethinking everything. He never thought he and Regulus would drift so far from each other that he’d discover his brother’s engagement through grapevine gossip. He felt a hand on his knee, and looked down to meet Remus’s kind gaze. He smiled at the scarred boy, running a hand through his messy curly hair.

And then suddenly, a clatter of things was hear behind him, and he looked back to find James apologising profusely, books laid out on the floor next to him. He picked them up with shaky hands, nearly tossing them onto the table to scramble towards his friends. “Sirius! Sirius!” He all but screamed.

“Yeah, Regulus is getting married, we know.” Sirius sighed, bouncing slightly on the sofa as James jumped over its back rest to land next to him. “Okay, but did Pete tell you how!?” Sirius looked back at Peter, who shrugged his shoulders at him. “What do you mean how?”

“So I was on patrol with these girls from slytherin and ravenclaw. We were put together because basically the ravenclaw’s partner for rounds is sick, so McGonagall made us a three. But anyway, the point is they got talking. And they were talking about how Regulus and y/n got engaged and obviously I was very surprised.”

“Uh huh…”

“And they noticed that I wanted to ask questions, so instead they just started telling me everything! So basically, one of Crouch's friends accidentally slipped it to her parents, who then told her parents."

"Whose parents?"

"Crouch's parents. And so her mother randomly came to Hogwarts to 'check in' on her, and found her and Regulus snogging near the quidditch pitch after he had practice. So then she told your parents-"

"-Who did?"

"Mrs. Crouch. And they had dinner and organised everything behind their backs. Then your parents told Regulus that they’ve agreed with her parents for them to get married. So they told Regulus, like, ‘oh we get it you’re in love, either propose yourself or we do this the traditional way.’”

Sirius barely caught the entire story, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as James elaborated, arms gesturing widely as he struggled to recall the details himself. But Peter, ever the gossip expert, was nodding along. “Don’t tell me he proposed.” Sirius begged, horrified. James nodded excitedly. “He proposed! In the astronomy tower! And their friends were like hiding and watching it all, and apparently she started crying-”

“Crying!?”

“Stop interrupting!” Scolded James, gripping Sirius’s bicep and shaking it. “Sorry.” “No attitude either! So they’ve been engaged like a week and people found out today because apparently she’s wearing a ring and I think tomorrow they’re going to have dinner with their parents as an engagement celebration thing. I don’t really know.”

“Woah. I can’t believe this.” And he really couldn’t. He never took Regulus for a romantic. He never took a Crouch for a romantic. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to imagine Regulus on one knee in the astronomy tower, and you crying as you hugged him, nodding your head, despite knowing your parents had forced this upon you sooner than you wished. He tried imagining your friends hiding away from you, cheering loudly as you pulled Regulus in for a kiss.

Both of you, newly turned adults, so in love yet so old school.

“Shit, I have to congratulate him.” His words made his friends go silent. Remus nodded below him, pressing his chin onto Sirius’s knee. So the next day, he made his trek down to the Slytherin common room, hoping he wouldn’t miss Regulus after he returned from lessons.

Sirius found Barty returning to the common room, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn’t spot Regulus beside him. “Hey, Crouch!” Sirius called, trotting over to your brother. The boy looked him over once, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Black.”

“Have you seen my brother?”

Barty furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head towards the common room. “He should be out soon. He’s going home to see your parents in about half an hour.”

“Oh. Alright. Did he not go to lessons?” Barty smirked at Sirius’s question, teasingly asking “What, worried about your baby brother?”

Sirius scoffed, “No, I’m not - no.” Barty hummed, walking away from Sirius whispering the password to the tall portrait. Barty didn’t manage to enter the common room though, blocked by two figured making their way out.

Regulus wore a tailored suit, his hair sparkly clean as he toyed with his silver cufflinks. He offered his arm to you, and Sirius’s face fell as he saw you. You truly were beautiful, and if he knew you any better, he could have concluded that you were perfect for his younger brother. The sleek, elegant gown wrapped around you was the dark purple of his family’s colour, matching the handkerchief poking from Regulus’s breast pocket. You were smiling at something Barty was saying, clearly pointed towards Regulus.

Regulus’s eyes lifted from your smile, the grin on his face dimming when he made eye contact with Sirius, lingering down the hallway. Sirius lifted his hand up in a hesitant wave, taking a couple of steps closer to Regulus. His younger brother met him halfway down the corridor, your hand still curled around his arm. Clearly, you were hesitant to come with Regulus, not wanting to intrude on their conversation, but Regulus kept you close to him, moving his hand to rest on the small of your back.

“Uh, I heard about the engagement…” Sirius started awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Your eyes widened slightly and you glanced back towards your fiancé, who nodded slowly. “I just wanted to say congratulations.” Regulus’s lips parted in shock, his eyes immediately glazing with a layer of fresh tears. “Oh, thanks.”

“You too Crouch.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering “Don’t get too used to calling me that.” Sirius chuckled, pleasantly surprised by your comment. “Yeah, Walburga will definitely be happy with you.” He added sarcastically, and Regulus sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

“Sirius, don’t even get me started. You thought our parents were hard to please? I was sat in a room with her parents for three hours, and I saw her mother nod at the way I drank water.” Sirius laughed, and you giggled, glancing down at your feet and clasping your hands in front of you. “To be fair, I did warn him.” Sirius grinned, holding a hand out to Regulus, who instantly clasped it in his, pulling his older brother closer to him for a quick hug.

“I’m happy for you.” Sirius mumbled, and you took a step back to give the two brothers momentary privacy. Regulus nodded, eyes abandoning him as a tear streaked down his cheek. Sirius turned his gaze to you out of respect for Regulus as he wiped his tear away. “I like you, Crouch.”

“You’re not half-bad yourself, Black.”

“Name your kid after me, will you?”

“Already made that promise to Barty.”

“Barty if it’s a girl, right?”

“Watch it Black!”

“Oi, what are you, stalking us?” Barty trotted over to the three of you, smiling cheekily. “I was keeping a watchful eye in case he pulled some stunt.” Barty clasped a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “Pull yourself together mate, you have parents to have dinner with.

Your and Regulus’s groans were unanimous. “If they start talking politics or business, I’m leaving and you have to come check in on me, okay?” Your fiancé nodded solemnly.

“So, approximately five minutes in?”

“Uh huh.”

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Me because I’m currently researching pick up lines to use in a fic - skull collar and all ✨✨✨

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To whom it may concern these are the titles of some of my wips

Currently numbers 1,2,5 and 7 already have characters!❤️

If anyone has any interest or ideas on who should is appearing in them or if you have an opinion on which out of all 7 I should post first let me know! Also if you just want to have a talk about my ideas for each one then chat to me! ✨✨✨✨

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Oh

So it’s like that then 🤭🤭🤭🤭

hands full - harry potter

summary: sex with harry potter makes you lose your ability to think, even when his mother is speaking to him on the other side of the locked door. 1.3k words of basically pure filth. porn and no plot. cw: almost getting caught? kind of? concussions and interruptions au - can be read as a standalone

The oxygen in the room was heavy, barely making its way into your lungs with every slow shove of his pelvis into yours, your skin dragging upwards in a pinch with the force of Harry’s moving hips, rolling over the bones of yours with bruising potential. Moans were fluidly tumbling out of your lips, like a chant, a prayer of some sort that no one could prevent.

Harry’s hair tickled the skin of your neck, his hot breath pulsating against the layer of sweat coating you. He murmured sweet words, lips brushing the shell of your ear. It was half for himself, half for you. “Oh, you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” That one got a particularly loud keen from your, your hips bucking up to meet his as you clenched around his cock. “My perfect girl” He added with a moan.

“You feel so good.” You whimpered with your own praise, nails dragging across the wet skin of his back. His muscles contracted under your harsh touch, everything else about the situation so sweet and gentle. One of Harry’s big hands reached down to curl underneath your thigh, pulling it up to mirror your other leg, folded up with your foot flat against the sheets. He manhandled your limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to reach deeper crevices of your cunt, constantly leaking around his erection to encourage his movements.

Harry didn’t pry anything out of you; one glance your way had him confirming that you were too deep in pleasure to respond to anything he had to say. A particularly loud moan flew between your lips, Harry’s cock reaching just that much further into you, nearing your cervix. Harry groaned as your hand snaked into his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, though he continued to lazily thrust into you.

The atmosphere in the room completely stilled for a moment, both of you pausing to ensure you heard the same thing - a knock on the door.

“Harry, you in here?”

Harry rose off you, and his cock plunged further into you. You bit your lip, a noise of pleasure vibrating in your throat at the feeling. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, and he pressed a strong hand over your mouth, shooting you a panicked look. “Yeah mum! In here!” Harry shut his eyes briefly, pulling his hips out again at a sluggish pace, but he saw the effect it had on you when his eyes fluttered open again; head digging into the pillow, your mouth parting beneath the palm of his hand.

“Is y/n here?” She asked, pressing her ear to the door to hear your responses from inside. Harry gasped quietly, inhaling deeply as he pushed back into you, calling out “Yeah, she’s here!” Giving you a pointed look, Harry withdrew his hand from over your mouth, and you gripped his wrist to ground you, saying loudly “Hi!” It was all you could muster.

The door handle rattled as Lily Potter tried entering her son’s room, eyebrows furrowing when it didn’t open. “Well, let me come in and say hi!” Harry’s hand returned to your mouth as he leaned his weight on you again, praying that his mum would get the hint and go away. “I can’t open the door, my hands are full!”

“Let y/n open the door then.” Oh, she was clueless. Harry groaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration. He saw your eyes widen in shock, one of your hands over the one he had on your mouth, keeping him in place. You shook your head as well as you could. Harry huffed into the crook of your neck. “Mum,” He began with an obviously annoyed whine, “She can’t open the door, her hands are also full.”

The startled “Oh” that came from the other side of the door was barely audible to you, because Harry had decided to silence himself by sucking on the skin of your neck. Unfortunately for you, it just made it more difficult to stay quiet, your hips twitching upwards at the added friction. Harry kept an ear out for his mother’s subsiding footsteps before finally whispering filthily “Yeah baby, I know you want to cum.” And luckily for you, he removed the hand from your mouth — now coated with saliva — and used two fingers to rub harsh circles on your clit, immediately making your legs twitch around his torso.

“Can you try being quiet?” He peeked up from the dark crook of your neck where he was hidden, grinning when you nodded quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying your best not to make any noises. Your breathing was heavy, and your hands moved to grasp each of Harry’s biceps, nails digging into his supple skin as he continued working you towards your orgasm.

“Harry” You whined, trying to turn your face towards him, trying to communicate to him that you were close. “Oh, I know baby, I know.” He whispered, separating his lips from your neck to bring you into a kiss. You gasped loudly, back arching off the mattress, pushing your chest into his as one of your hands returned to grip his hair, pushing him further into the kiss. Harry’s cock twitched inside you and you were grateful to know you weren’t the only one nearing your orgasm.

Harry forced his tongue into your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. Your brain took too long to communicate with your body from the exhaustion, and you were barely able to kiss him back, but Harry took control of the messy kiss, revelling in the rare sloppiness you kissed him with. Fuck, he was turned on by merely knowing the effect he had on you.

“Gonna cum, Harry.” You warned in a shaky whisper, tilting your head back to make space between your lips and Harry’s. “Cum for me, baby.” His rough fingertips on your clit drove you past the edge, body stiffening in a storm of white-hot pleasure, washing over you with a force you couldn’t explain if you tried. But now, you submitted to the pleasure of your orgasm, hearing Harry’s guttural moan in your ear as his head dropped down to rest on your shoulder, cock driving into you to the hilt, his entire body freezing with the exception of his hips, stuttering into you while he emptied his load into you.

“I love you.” Harry moaned loudly, his body going limp on top of yours, chest to chest with you as your legs fell flat on the bed around his torso. It took you a while to come back to your senses, fingers brushing Harry’s hair away from his face as you finally replied “I love you too.” Your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed hotly at the realisation that he had admitted to loving you balls-deep inside you. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but the hundreds of other times these three important words had been said were all while fully sober, not drunk on pussy.

“I need to go say hi to your mum.” At the mention of his mother, Harry felt his cock soften inside you, and he pulled out with a groan, flopping next to you on the bed. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss on Harry’s cheek before struggling out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, then go say hello.”

Harry perked up, pushing himself up on his elbows, his gaze following your naked body across his room. “Shower?” He repeated, a silent question lingering in the air. You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips as you opened the door to his bathroom. “Yes, you can join.”

Harry scrambled up, leaping over the other side of his bed so he could catch up to you before you shut the bathroom door in his face.

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