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propaganda i am (unfortunately) falling for:

bartylily

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Pining painter Regulus my beloved🫶

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Pandora: I brought you a stone from the garden.

Lily: It’s just a rock.

Pandora: It’s smooth and red and stubborn. Reminded me of someone.

Lily: …I’m putting it on my desk.

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"Ooh rosekiller are so evil and toxic" and its literally just. Them being a bit freaky. Ffs, if you're gonna make them toxic, make them toxic. Don't half-ass it

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a moment of silence, please, for the image of regulus pushing James down and straddling him. His hair falling perfectly as he looks down at James. Grinding down in small figure eights, telling James, "I've been good, haven't I? I deserve to take what I need, Jamie." And James is just staring, nodding along wordlessly, ready to agree to whatever regulus wants of him.

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Regulus wearing one of Remus’ jumpers because he stole it from James who store it from Sirius who stole it from Remus and now Sirius is going feral because the entire school thinks Remus and Regulus are dating

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“You’re hesitating, love”

No I’m hyperventilating, actually

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imagine cooking a whole ass meal, just to not be hungry.

Evan Rosier, ladies and gentlemen

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“regulus chose to become death eater” yes he did and i will never deny that but can we also acknowledge that regulus was all of 16 years old (a minor) when he made that choice?

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girlfriend - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 349

The kitchen was quiet save for the soft gurgle of the ancient coffee pot sputtering its last efforts. Sirius Black sat slouched at the table, cradling his chipped mug between ringed fingers, his hair a wild mess that stuck out in all directions.

He was halfway through his second sip when the old floorboards groaned, alerting him to someone else's presence. Without turning, Sirius smirked into his coffee.

A moment later, Regulus appeared, looking rumpled in a way Sirius didn’t often see — hair tousled, jumper half-off one shoulder, socks mismatched. Still blinking sleep from his eyes, Regulus made a beeline for the fridge and grabbed the milk.

Sirius watched him lazily, tapping a finger against his mug.

“So," he said casually, "who's your girlfriend?"

Regulus, halfway through unscrewing the milk cap, froze.

"Huh?" he managed, startled.

Sirius grinned over the rim of his cup, all teeth. "Heard your bed making noises last night. You’re usually a damn ghost in there, but last night? Floorboards creaking, mattress squeaking. You’re not subtle, little brother."

Regulus flushed, color blooming high on his cheeks. He turned slightly, as if pretending to look for something else in the fridge.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, far too quickly.

Sirius laughed — loud, delighted, leaning back in his chair so it creaked dangerously.

"Sure, Reg," he said, clearly not believing a word. "Not talking about the low giggles or the occasional thud either?"

Regulus slammed the fridge door a little too hard and poured the milk into a glass with sharp, deliberate movements.

"You were imagining things," he said stiffly.

"Was I?" Sirius drawled. "Funny, because I could swear I heard a laugh that sounded suspiciously like James Potter's."

The glass in Regulus's hand nearly slipped.

Sirius arched an eyebrow.

Regulus, cheeks burning, mumbled something incoherent and practically fled from the kitchen, glass of milk clutched in his hand like a shield.

Sirius chuckled to himself and sipped his coffee again, looking far too pleased.

"Figures," he said under his breath. "Should've known Prongs was sneaking more than just snacks into this flat."

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HP Fans

Breaking the myth of JKR’s “originality.”

There are so many aspects of the series that felt truly unique for myself as well as many other American readers, most of which turned out to be typical aspects of British boarding schools (like houses with mascots). And, anyone who has read a high fantasy book like Lord of the Rings is familiar with the “the chosen one” narrative trope, as well as how similarly HP follows LOTR’s structure. The wizard school in a creepy castle that non-magic people can’t see and a village nearby is fairly common to multiple stories at the time, but so is this…

The Worst Witch series by Jill Murphy (published 1974), made into a movie in 1986, re-released with a tv series in the late 2010s. Fairly popular in the UK at the time.

- Features a dark-haired witch from a non-magic family with two best friends, one short and studious and a tall, gangly silly/fun one. Protagonist is not a great student yet saves her school from disaster over and over again.

- In the first book, the antagonist is introduced as an uptight blonde girl from an elitist family.

-Broom riding is taught on the very first day and continues for first year.

-The Potions teacher is a tall, slender woman with long, dark hair who seems to hate the protagonist and is feared by the students.

-The forest around the castle is forbidden to students.

-First Book, Chapter four: “Whenever there’s any trouble, you are nearly always found to be at the bottom of it.”

My point is not that JKR plagiarized most of her “unique ideas,” though she has been accused of it by multiple published authors in the past. Authors are often inspired by other works and writers. Instead, I want to acknowledge that HP isn’t the one-of-a-kind media that our nostalgia wishes it was. It leans heavily on the works of others, common narrative tropes, and the British school system.

Not to mention, the fandom has added a great deal of depth and interest to the characters that JKR left flat and stagnant. If we hold the book series up against several similar UK-based wizarding school books, we see a disjointed, bloated, and under-edited series of books with more “borrowed” content than original. It’s time to accept that we as a fandom have given JKR more credit than she’s due.

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i love the idea of james bringing regulus to every family function after they start dating and introducing him to the entire extended family. james ends up hanging out with all the little kids and playing the whole time while regulus hides in the kitchen with effie

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“Come here.” The command is low, almost lazy. But it cuts through the room like a blade. Regulus goes. He always goes. His feet move before his mind catches up. Something about the way James says it makes it impossible to do anything else. He stops just in front of him, close enough to breathe the same air. His head is bowed slightly, automatically—like muscle memory. James doesn’t move for a beat. Just lets the tension build, hands still tucked under his arms like he's being patient, like he’s giving Regulus time to regret. Then he slowly unfolds one hand and reaches forward. “Open your mouth,” he says, calm and clear. Regulus obeys. His lips part without hesitation, even though his heart thuds erratically in his chest. And then James’ fingers are there—two of them, slipping past his lips before he’s had time to process. Regulus doesn’t flinch. He lets James press them down against his tongue, firm and possessive, like he owns the space. Like he owns him. “There you go,” James murmurs, like he’s praising a particularly well-behaved pet. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of Regulus’ neck, thumb brushing the soft skin just under his ear. “Knew you’d be good for me.” Regulus hums around his fingers. His knees feel a little weak. The pressure is just enough to make his jaw ache, just enough to remind him of exactly who’s in control here.

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shipping Barty with Evan is just right.

shipping Barty with Regulus feels so good.

shipping Barty with Sirius hits different.

shipping Barty with Lily scratch the right part of my brain.

shipping Barty with James wakes something new in me.

shipping Barty is the answer.

Barty is everything.

Barty >>>

Barty.

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Yes, But Not Like That

bartylily microfic — fluff, slightly nsfw, Lily’s pov — word count: 552

Lily, who was impeccably shelving the last of her books and minding her own business, didn’t expect at all the sharp smack that landed squarely on her ass.

She instantly whipped around, dropping the books that were still floating halfway to their spots and slapped the offender before her brain could catch up. 

"Ouch."

Lily’s eyes widened in recognition. Barty was standing inches from her, rubbing his cheek—and looking thoroughly amused.

“Barty!” she hissed, green eyes flashing and heart still racing. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“That was kind of hot,” Barty said, smirking as he dropped his hand to his side. “The slap, I mean. I might be into that. Want to try grabbing my face next? I promise to behave… or not.”

Lily rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. Barty Crouch Jr. always lived up to his reputation as an unhinged little menace—an extremely fun and good-looking one.

“Unfortunately,” she said, voice low and teasing as she leaned in close, “I can’t say the same.” 

Her fingers brushed over his cheek, slow and deliberate, and he leaned into the touch instantly. 

His hazel eyes locked onto hers. His hands slid to her waist, firm and possessive, pulling her flush against him until there was nothing between them but heat.

Lily let her arms drape around his neck, fingers playing lazily with the shaved undercut behind his ear.

Yeah, a very fun, good-looking menace that also smells ridiculously good.

“Are you sure?” Barty’s voice dropped. His hands trailed down the back of her skirt before confidently grabbing her ass. “I think you’re lying, bonita. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be honest.”

Lily smirked. “I meant the slapping without prior consent…”

“Mmm,” he hummed, resting his forehead against hers. “But we’ve talked about that.”

“Well, yeah, but a few seconds ago I thought you were just some random creep.”

Barty wrinkled his nose at that, clearly offended by the idea. Lily giggled and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“Next time, try saying hi first before going for my ass.”

“Gotcha.”

This time, Barty was the one to kiss her—slow and greedy—his hands still on her, slowly slipping beneath her skirt like he had every intention of getting familiar with every bit of her.

“Oh, Merlin!” a high-pitched voice squeaked from nearby.

They broke apart—barely—both annoyed by the interruption. A younger student stood frozen, wide-eyed in horror.

“I’m… I’m so, so, so sorry!”

“Out,” Barty growled.

The kid bolted.

Lily turned back to him, breathing a little harder than before. “Speaking of consent…” She traced her finger along his jaw. “Do you really think you’d be into the slapping thing?”

Barty’s smile was instant—wide and full of trouble. “Oh, mami, I haven’t even been a bad boy yet. Why are you already thinking about punishing me?”

Lily grinned. “I wouldn’t be so sure you haven’t done anything. One of my butt cheeks is still stinging.”

She gave him one last kiss before stepping back, smoothing her skirt, and flicking her wand to send the fallen books back to their shelves.

Then, tossing him a look over her shoulder, she added, “All your friends are here studying. Your room’s empty for the next couple of hours, we can have some fun without any interruptions.”

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evan is a tie grabber. he's a bit shorter than barty, so he yanks him down. and the tie is almost like a collar, and he loves the control. he loves how only he is allowed to tame the chaos that is barty, and how only he can bring down to his level the boy who refuses to kneel for anyone.

and barty is a biter. he loves deep kisses and biting on evan's lip for that bit of adrenaline. he loves watching evan lose control under his lips. he loves claiming evan as his, only his, because if evan will relinquish control to anyone, it's barty.