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Hiii 😇 can I request a Regulus x Slytherin! Reader based on the song The Scientist by Coldplay? Angst with a happy or bittersweet ending, whatever u think is better:) THANK YOU!!!!

hii lovelyy! thank you for requesting (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠), hopefully I did your idea justice :>

-> regulus x slytherin!reader (though I didn't focus much on it), established relationship, hurt/comfort, regulus being vulnerable (i'm so sorry), dorcas as your supportive best friend, word count: 1,053

“Hey, are you coming down to eat with us?”

You hear Dorcas’ voice as she steps inside your dorm room, the door shutting behind her. You’re in front of the mirror, loosening your tie, and you see her reflection come into view. Dorcas is wearing her usual black sweater above her uniform, her hair braided and adorned with colorful clips. You smile when you catch her knowing gaze. “No, sorry.” Shaking your head, you take your tie fully off, placing it down on your bed. You hear Dorcas sigh, as she leans against your bed frame.

She’s staring at you and it makes you nervous. She obviously knows something is up. Since you’ve been refusing to eat at the Grand Hall with her and the rest of your friends. Or go anywhere at all to hangout. And Dorcas isn't dumb, she knows something has happened between you and Regulus. As the boy, himself, refuses to turn up as well.

“Alright, I really don't want to pry in your business. But, clearly, something's been bothering you.” You tense up, your shoulders seemingly heavy. You never really did like confrontations. And Dorcas is well aware of that.

But she needs you to speak up, before one of the prefects catches her sneaking another plate in your dorm room.

“Look, it's nothing–” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. You turn to see her raising a brow and eventually you give up. “It's Regulus, he hasn't been talking to me ever since we got back from our summer break last week.” You deflate down on your bed, Dorcas follows you. She offers you a comforting hand, rubbing circles on your back. You feel defeated, your emotions coming down crashing on you. You manage to tell Dorcas everything, even through your sobs. And she stays there with you for the rest of the night, even having Barty and Evan bring you two food.

You wished you knew why Regulus seems to be avoiding you. But you didn't, he used to write you letters constantly, telling you about how his break was going. And how much he missed being with you. But one day, they just stopped. And it hurt when you saw him enter the train with not so much as a smile your way, even though you knew that he saw you.

You didn't want to pester him after that. He rarely shows up on your table to eat, anyway. And the only time you do see him is when he’s in class, or when he’s with Barty and Evan.

Something definitely happened during the last week of your summer break. And the possibility that his parents might have to do something with this, has you dreading. At this point, you’d do anything to get Regulus alone.

It's the weekend. The sky is just as gloomy as you’d expect. Usually when the weather’s like this, you don't find it appealing to go out at all. But your feet got to moving the moment you woke up.

And before you know it, you’re strolling the grounds of Hogwarts.

You’re kicking pebbles, passing time, when you see a figure down the shore of the Black Lake.

Regulus. You thought, you wouldn't mistake his short black curls for anyone else’s. You rush down the path, carefully, not wanting to startle him. However, when you do reach him, it seems that he’s been aware of your presence.

“Regulus?” You whisper, stepping closer, warily. Like how you would to a stray cat. He turns around, and for the first time this week you can finally see his face properly. He looks to be as restless as you do, possibly even more. And your heart drops. “What happened?” Your voice comes out breathless as you approach him, reaching to cup his face. Regulus doesn't pull away, instead he nuzzles his cheek against your palm, staring at you with unshed tears. You’ve never seen him in this much pain before. And your heart breaks for him even more.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is rough and groggy, a sign that he’s been crying even before you came. Regulus starts repeating himself, kissing your hands and cradling them against his as he starts to sob. And you, holding onto your composure, pull him into your arms. You’d wait if you have to. If it helps ease his pain, then you’d do anything for him.

Regulus tightens his hold around you, his cries starting to cease after a while. And you remain standing there, cradling him until his breathing goes back to normal. “Sirius.” He starts, and you hum to tell him you're listening. “Sirius, he .. he ran away from home. He left me. With them.” You close your eyes, hearing the pain in his voice. Somehow, you’ve been right the whole time. About his parents having something to do with this. And for the first time, you wished you had guessed wrong.

“I couldn't convince him to stay.. I’ve been trying to.” He continues, propping his chin on your shoulder, as he bites his lip to fight back his tears. “And.. I– I didn't want to drag you into this. Not when you’ve done so much for me.” Hearing him be so vulnerable makes you want to hold him even tighter, never wanting to let go. “So, I thought it would've been better if I just ignored you. Though, obviously, I was wrong..” Regulus pulls away, just enough to look at you, and your eyes flutter back open. “I’m really sorry..” You nod your head, understanding him now that he’d told you everything.

“I forgive you, Regulus. I just wished you didn't keep it to yourself. It really did hurt me.” He looks at you with a guilty expression, nodding his head. You wipe the remaining tears on his face, kissing him after.

“From now on, we share our problems. So when we find ourselves in a troubling situation, we can help each other.” You hum and he nods his head once more. It seems to be the only thing he’s capable of with how much emotions he’d just poured.

Then he pulls you into another kiss, whispering an “I love you.” And you give him a small smile, staring at his tear-streaked face.

“I love you more.” He feels grateful and safe to be with you once again. Promising to you, and himself, that this time it would be different.

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[hufflezki]

honestly thinking of writing for some of the characters...

anyways ya girly is hyperfixating on the new final destination movie 🙇🏻‍♀️

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anyways ya girly is hyperfixating on the new final destination movie 🙇🏻‍♀️

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can time go faster so I can have my graduation ceremony already 😔

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don’t have a feeling this is what your looking for but could you write an itty bitty titty comittee reader x remus? ive always been quite insecure and i feel like one hug from this man could fix me icl

hii lovee (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)!! so sorry, but if you don't mind elaborating this idea more i would appreciate it! dw i'm currently working on it, I just wanted to make sure I got it right <3 🥹

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helloo im very open to requests rn if anyone is wondering (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)!! (also here's a link to my guidelines <3)

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-> remus lupin x reader, just a little something that's been sitting in my drafts, word count: 363

The rustle of trees, a cold autumn breeze passing by, the smell of freshly roasted coffee, and the comforting weight of your head laying down on his thighs. Remus was currently indulging himself in a very quiet and serene date with you.

Well, technically, it wasn't supposed to be a date. You happened to bump into each other while you were both tending to your individual tasks. And here you are. At a nearby park, vacating the cozy spot under a big lonely tree. Which isn't so lonely anymore.

Remus is halfway in his book, the very book he thought he wouldn't be able to finish due to hitting a reading slump, while his other hand absentmindedly plays with your hair. It's a relaxing feeling, bringing you almost to sleep. If it wasn't for the coffee you've just finished drinking.

Meanwhile, you don't have much going on with you. Just contentment and adoration for your boyfriend. He might as well have hung the moon himself with the way you're staring at him right now. And as much as he pretends he doesn't see you staring, you can see the corner of his lips quirk into a small smile.

“Got you. You're not reading anymore.” He scoffs, fondly, putting down his book to the side. But he's happy to have a reason to stare back at you now. “I was. Not until you started distracting me.” You're sitting up now, exchanging smiles, and you swear Remus is holding back more. “C'mere.” He murmurs, pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. You scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and he plants a quick kiss on your forehead.

“What do you want?"

“Nothing.” He pinches your side which makes you jolt, narrowing your eyes at him after. And Remus lifts his hands up in a mock surrender, but the smile on his face is teasing.

“I just wanted to mess with you.” You hear him hum as he rests his head against yours. Which is then followed by a comfortable silence, as his other hand finds yours, kissing your knuckles.

And you think your day can't get any better than this.

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[hufflezki]

i love the little header images you make for your fics! theyre soooooo cute!!!

hii lovely! thank you smm! i do try my best 🫶🏻

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summary: you are well aware of how loved your girlfriend is. and with all the people admiring her, you doubt if the love you give will ever compare.

-> lily evans x (implied) fem!reader, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, mary and marlene are a little nosy, some swearing, lily's admirer being an asshole, word count: 1,400

The atmosphere feels particularly still tonight. The kind that makes you feel all lazy and unable to do anything else. You let out a sigh, having no progress with studying at all. You started an hour ago but nothing was really getting in your head. If anything, you seem to be stuck in an endless loop of reading the first sentence, losing your progress midway in the paragraph, and then going back to the start. So, if anything, you felt much better just by closing your book and putting it aside.

It's cold in your room, the sweater you're wearing—the one your girlfriend, Lily, gave you—helps a bit but you think the fireplace in your common room could make it cozier. You stand up, stretching your limbs from having sat for so long. You’re starting to realize why Remus complains about his desk chair sometimes.

When you step out of your dorm room, the first thing you hear is the familiar giggling from your girlfriend and her friends. Peeking from behind the railings, you see Lily, Marlene, and Mary by the fireplace. In front of them are a bunch of boxes, letters, and what seems like a plethora of sweets. And there’s no doubt that they’re opening the gifts Lily’s admirers have given her this week. Which makes you grin in amusement.

You continue your way down the stairs, Lily notices you and invites you over to them. She smiles, gesturing for you to sit beside her on the carpeted floor. She looks awfully beautiful tonight. The light from the fireplace illuminating her features that you adore so much. Lily didn’t do anything much with her appearance, you find that she’s just that effortlessly pretty. And it makes your heart jump a little.

Once you're by her side, she pulls you a little closer by the waist. Somehow, that makes your heart race a little bit more. “Oh look, Lily’s savior has arrived.” Mary chaffs, a big smile on her face as Lily gives her a smug grin in return. Marlene is too busy unpacking more gifts, trying to find more sweets, with a sugar quill still in her mouth. “Fizzing Whizzbees? Peppermint Toad? Sherbet Lemon? Merlin, do these blokes even know what you like?” You watch Marlene push the sweets she doesn’t like towards Mary’s side on the couch, earning a whine of protest from the other girl. Lily lets out a sigh of fondness, and slight disappointment, from her friends which makes you chuckle.

“How long have you been here?” She shrugs, leaning her head on your shoulder, grateful that you're here to match her energy. And you lean your head against hers as well, melting in her presence. There’s just something warm and comfortable about Lily. Every time she’s close by you can’t help but just sink into it. “‘Dunno, long enough? We can’t sleep. Marlene keeps going on about opening the gifts, so here we are.”

It's a well known fact that your girlfriend is one of the brightest witch your age, and she’s rightfully crowned as so. You wouldn't deny that. You’ve seen her excel, you’ve seen her in her nature, and it makes you feel nothing but proud. Frankly, if you could, you’d parade around Hogwarts boasting about how much you’ve won in life by being with her. And the others would probably agree too.

Which brings you to the subject of Lily’s admirers. They like to give her gifts occasionally. And they  definitely don’t skimp on them. Like that one time she was gifted the whole collection of her favorite book by a particularly wealthy—not to mention cocky—admirer of hers. It was quite sweet, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was practically just showing off his riches.

“Look at this one, it's a note, Lily.” Mary takes off the sticky note pasted on a small, well-wrapped, rectangular box and reads. “Evans, what do you think about a date to make up for the last time?” Just by the implication, everyone pauses from what they’re doing. 

“Is that the same guy that gave Lily the books?”

“Definitely, aren’t those his initials?”

“This fucker just can’t get a hint.” Marlene scoffs as Mary passes the note to her for further observation. You watch her eyebrows furrow and her lip curl, scornfully. Lily seems to be feeling the same way, as she hugs your arm. You, however, sense a small feeling of dread settle in the bottom of your stomach.

It wasn’t easy going about your relationship with Lily. While your friends welcomed it with open arms, you knew others aren’t as open-minded as they are. You didn’t hide your relationship with Lily but you kept everything to yourselves, unless someone asked, or for this instance, someone was adamant about courting one of you. You’ve talked with this guy before, that while he can give Lily gifts he shouldn’t expect her to go out with him as she’s already with you. But it seems to fly past his brain. Every. Damn. Time.

“I’m kind of curious about what this is, it's quite heavy.” Mary lifts up the box, shaking it for a bit to hear a sound. “You can open it if you want.” Lily responds, seemingly indifferent about the gift. The two girls share a look before they decide to tear the wrapping paper, revealing the jewelry box Lily was eyeing back in a shop at Diagon Alley. And it's as if an ice cold bucket has been poured down on you just from the sight of it. 

That was supposed to be your surprise for Lily’s birthday. You know she’s been looking for something to store all of her jewellery and trinkets in. And it was the perfect birthday gift you could think of, so you had been saving up for it. All for that progress to be thrown away just like that.

“Well this looks expensive.” Marlene points out, unknowingly making you feel worse about yourself. Lily had lifted her head up, obviously surprised, and you can’t blame her. It's something she’s wanted.

And you won’t sit here and say you didn’t envy her admirers at times. They’re able to spend their money and give her the most extravagant of gifts, and sometimes you wish you could too. You wish it was that easy to just have the right amount of necessity. But, no, you aren’t blessed with their kind of riches. So, most of the time when you give Lily gifts, it's mostly handmade by you. Which she loves.

“They hold sentimentality over them.” She told you that one time. Which was also the very day you two first kissed.

Lily notices that you’ve grown unusually quiet. And with her friends’ voices fading in the background, she turns to you and sees the distant look in your eyes. She takes a deep breath, knowing that you can get too in your head at times.

Yes, Lily was surprised about the jewelry box. Though she was also confused about how he could’ve known about it, even if it may just have been a coincidence. Apart from that, Lily didn’t really seem that much impressed by it. After all, it's just another attempt to try and coax her on a date. She helps snap you out of your thoughts, tapping your shoulder. Then she watches your eyes soften, easing up when you meet her worried gaze.

“Are you okay?” You nod your head, trying to seem convincing. But Lily knows you far too well. She rests her chin on your shoulder, pulling you into her arms. And, of course, you melt once more. “Tell me, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” She mumbles.

If it wasn’t for her being so convincing, you probably spent more time moping. But here you are, surrendering. “I just feel a little bad that I’m not able to get you these nice things.” You feel her shake her head, as she makes a disapproving hum. “I beg to differ.” She mumbles, kissing your nape, reassuringly. 

“You’ve given me so many lovely things before. Don’t throw yourself out in the shadows, love.” You suddenly feel a little embarrassed for ever making such a fuss, but Lily intertwines her hand with yours. “And I don’t really care much about these gifts.” She adds.

“I’ve got all I could ever want. And it's you.”

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I just finished my finals?! still feels so surreal that im done with high school 🧍🏻‍♀️

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currently taking a break from writing to look for inspo 🏃🏻‍♀️

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I was never really that close with my batchmates this sy, but holy shit if I didn't tear up earlier when my favorite professor was giving his farewell speech.

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trying so hard to avoid spoilers for thunderbolts* rn ugh

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this tweet that reminds me of james potter

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just finished my last activity for this whole school year, so i might annoy you all much more than usuall 😇

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summary: james likes grand gestures. he has the flair for drama. and makes a big deal out of—almost—anything (in a good way). but when he sees a lost bowtruckle on his desk, one afternoon, he's forced to keep it on a down low.

-> james potter x hufflepuff!reader (who likes to take care of magical creatures), yes the bowtruckle is named pickett (I know, I'm unoriginal), james potter is a listener, swearing (like twice, probably ) all fluff with a bit of comedy, word count: 1,628

James finds himself with his head down on his desk, as Professor Binns falls asleep after writing down another historical timeline on the board. And everyone in the room took this opportunity to do their own things. Some are found napping, chatting, and even teaching the lesson themselves. For James, he was fighting the strong urge to doze off. That is until he feels something brush against his forearm.

His head perks up, curls obscuring his view, and he can almost make it out—something small, green, spindly, and leafy perhaps? “What?” He whispers to himself, pushing his hair to the side, only to see a tiny bowtruckle staring at him—mirroring his own confusion.

James sits up, careful not to scare the small insect, as he offers his hand. Though the bowtruckle seems to be wary, only giving him so much as a glance before trying to leave. “No, no, wait!” James exclaims, accidentally, catching the attention of some students. He gives them a sheepish smile, before turning back to his desk. Only to see the bowtruckle climbing the hand of another. And when James looks up, he meets your eyes. “What– Is it yours?” He asks, completely oblivious to the way you’re trying to hurry back to your desk. You give him a nod, placing your hands behind you, as you let your bowtruckle hide under the sleeve of your robe.

It wasn’t ideal to bring any magical creatures inside Hogwarts but your bowtruckle, Pickett, grows anxious every time he gets separated from you. Which leads to him escaping your case, trying to get closer to you. Despite him not wanting to be seen by others, Pickett doesn’t really do a great job finding a hiding place. So you still have to usher him into places where he won't be seen, and consider it still close to you.

Thankfully, James doesn't inquire further about Pickett, and decides that asking you where and how you got him was more interesting.

So with Professor Binns still asleep, and the other students minding their own business, you find yourself sitting next to James Potter for the remaining time in the classroom.

And so far, he seems surprisingly interested. He’s just so attentive, it kind of makes you doubt if he’s really listening. But then James does things like repeating whatever you said, just to confirm that what he heard was right. You got Pickett after rescuing him from his branch because they didn't like him? No shit?! He’s absolutely in disbelief. And he’s going to show it too. Which is when you start shushing him, telling him to keep it down.

But that honestly confuses James a bit, if you had a bowtruckle, why wouldn't you want to show other people?

“James, it's more than that.” You respond, your posture deflating as you lean back on your chair. James furrows his eyebrows, watching you. Truth is, you didn’t just have a bowtruckle. You had plenty more magical creatures that you’re taking care of, all hidden inside your suitcase. And it's not like you’re purposely hiding them from everyone. People who are close enough with you know that you like taking care of these creatures.

You just don't like the idea of parading around, telling people you own these exotic and magical animals. It kind of defeats the purpose of why you’re doing this in the first place.

“Pickett gets easily overwhelmed by new people.” You say as the bowtruckle peeks from under the collar of your robe. Pickett is looking at James, inspecting him, but when they make eye contact he immediately hides. Which makes James smile, fondly. “I get it. Maybe I can try and win him over.” You let out a chuckle, feeling Pickett shift under your robe, probably curious.

“I guess we’ll see.”

You start seeing James more frequently after that. Most of the time you meet during your classes together. But then, sometimes, he finds his way to the Hufflepuff table and sits next to you and your friends during lunch. Which was a huge surprise for them.

“Potter? James Potter?”

“I did tell you, yes.”

“Uhm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?”

Needless to say, your little spot in the table has never been more alive.

As for James’ friends, you seem to have caught their attention as well. It was Sirius who first noticed that James was disappearing a whole lot. Remus then agreed and shared his observations, as well as Peter.

It's unusual but they soon arrive to the conclusion that their friend has been trying to impress someone. Which makes so much sense as to why Peter, as Wormtail, saw James head down to the kitchen, but then turned the other way to the Hufflepuff common room, that one time. Despite this, they never confronted James about it, waiting for him to tell them himself.

James is thrilled. And you may argue that that’s how he is most of the time, but today, he really is very thrilled. You revealed to him, a week ago, about the other creatures you’re taking care of. And although it isn't really that impressive, you’re only taking care of smaller creatures for now to be fair, James still wanted to see them.

Which is why he finds himself in your dorm room, looking at the suitcase that has been bewitched with an extension charm, able to transport him to practically another dimension. To his surprise, you step inside the suitcase and James watches as you grab his wrist, pulling him down with you.

“Alright, what in the fuck was that just now?!” James now sits on the floor of your shed, whispering under his breath about how he must be dreaming right now. But then Pickett climbs on to his shoulder, poking his ear and sending him to a swearing frenzy. You reach your hand out with a smile, and he takes it, chiding an ever reluctant Pickett.

“Okay, James, I think we’ve long established that he doesn't listen to anyone. Do you, Pickett?” The bowtruckle seems to dismiss your comment, sticking its small tongue at you and turning its head away.

“It's like he gets sassier each time.”

“Pretty sure he got it from you.”

“Oh– Hey, why is it my fault?” James pouts as he follows you around, watching as you gather the feeds for the creatures. On your way out, you tell James the tale of how you got this suitcase in the first place.

It was from your grandmother originally. She used it a lot during her travels, and when she didn't feel like setting a camp. Until it became your family heirloom. She had passed it to your mother, and during your second year, your mother had passed it onto you. The suitcase served plenty of purposes prior. But after being passed to your mother, it’s main purpose now is to keep magical creatures in.

“So, is your mother a Magizoologist?” James asks, continuing to follow you around the vast land outside the tiny shed you were just in. And, to be frank, he still didn't get how you can fit this much space inside your suitcase. Despite believing in magic. “Yes she is. And she loves Newt Scamander a lot.” You respond, exaggerating the last few words. Though it was the truth, she’s always just singing praise for him.

“I think it's sweet that she has someone to look up to.” James says, stopping when you go to check on the tree the other bowtruckles live on. Your lips form into a big smile. “Well, aren't you just a sweetheart?" You tease and he lets out a chuckle. Then James notices Pickett hiding behind his neck. “Everything alright?” He mutters, you lift your head to look. “Pickett doesn't really like them. Even though I try to get him to interact with them sometimes.” James hums, reaching to give Pickett a few pats.

“It's okay, buddy, you have me.” You find yourself smiling at their little interaction. Pickett really has come so far with James. You remember he used to hide from him, and now he’s all cozy on his shoulder.

“James, do you wanna see the Puffskeins?” His head perks up immediately, and you swear you see his eyes light up. “Of course, I think my entire life has been leading up to this moment.” You hum, going along with his dramatics. “I’m sure it has.” You turn to your left, leading to a grassy plain, where a bunch of round, furry, colorful Puffskeins are bouncing around.

And now James is looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon.

“Well? Aren't you gonna–” He cuts you off, giving you the biggest and warmest hug you’ve ever had in a while. And it's almost enough to melt you, but he pulls away before that can happen.

“I’m seriously falling in love with you, you know that right?”

“What?” You stand there as James hurries to pick up one of the fluffy round creatures hopping around, leaving you gawking and wondering if what he just said was true or just a figment of your imagination.

The truth comes to you a few days later, when he sets up a small picnic date for the both of you. Which you end up sharing with Pickett as well.

Even if James found himself in circumstances he didn't expect to be in, and had to keep them a secret. He still enjoyed every time he spent with you.

And if this ends into any type of conclusion, it's that James is actually pretty good at keeping secrets.

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[hufflezki]

oops, this turned out longer than the remus fic...

currently working on a james fic 🙈