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Hi,guys so basically I will try to post on Monday because I haven’t had time to finish it and I been busy with school but until Monday it will be out,I been writing today a lot so yeah,maybe even today so yeah :) i was thinking of creating a tag list so you can always be remembered

Yes I need for like yesterday,I haven’t found any good ones

would you guys be interested if i start writing for barry?

i'm new with you | r.b

regulus x gn!reader

requested by anon where you and regulus stays at hogwarts over xmas and get to know each other

warnings; brief mentions of food, Regulus' parents being shite as usual

word count; 1400+

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Regulus was not used to staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. He was unsure of the feelings that circled through his foggied mind, and he began to wonder if he was not happier away from them than he was close to them.

All his life he’d sought their approval, and yet it never seemed to be enough for his family. They would accept nothing less than the best, as they would always remind him, which left him slowly coming to terms with his normality, the ordinary that passed by life at his side. What was the use in wishing to be more than he could ever be? The false sense of superiority the Noble House of Black gripped with such fervour led them to believe they were entitled to greatness, owed some sort of reward for circumstances in which they had no control over. But he did not believe in such falsities.

Regulus was tired. His skin was dry and stretched from trying to make way for a new person to inhabit it, someone far more impressive than he was or would ever be. But it was his skin, his heart and his brain, and he was done giving it up to a version of him that would never be worthy of it.

As he walked through the halls of the school he’d finally accepted as home, he smiled softly to himself in the new found tranquillity he had granted himself to enjoy. Occasionally, a professor would greet him in the halls with a small look of pity, unbeknownst to his gratitude for being allowed to stay. There were not many students however, at least none that he recognised, but he was not so afflicted by this, for he had now the time to get to know himself for who he really was.

He thought this learning was to commence over dinner, but it seemed that was not to be the case. He was accompanied by another in his year who had smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face in the Great Hall. He was not disappointed to have company, as he thought he might have been, and he waved them over silently.

You didn’t know Regulus well, but you knew him well enough not to be confused by his offer. In the few lessons you shared together, you were often given seats in close proximity and had the pleasure of exchanging conversation with one another, even eliciting laughs from each other that needed to be stifled in the company of your professors. Sitting down beside him, you smiled warmly and asked him why he was not to go home this year. Regulus answered truthfully–his parents did not wish for his presence–he almost said it with pride.

“That’s terrible, I’m sorry,” you said with a frown, wondering what sort of parents would say that to their own child.

“I’m not,” he said earnestly, which made the prospect a little less sorrowful.

“Can you believe Christmas has come so quickly? I can hardly stand it,” you laughed, taking bits and pieces from the middle of the table for your plate.

“It came around fast,” he agreed, “But I like this time of year, so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just a horrid reminder of time. I always feel as if I’ve done nothing all year when it gets to Christmas,” you confessed with a smile, though you were telling a truth that weighed heavier than you cared to admit.

“I think there’s too much pressure on what we should do and in what amount of time. Even if you only read a book you wanted to this year, or perfected a recipe, or climbed Mount Everest, they’re all achievements. Yours and mine shouldn’t be measured against each other,” Regulus shook his head, dissecting and burning his parents' logic.

“Well,” you scoffed, “I guess you’re right, I’ll try to look at it that way,” you promised, believing you would strive to keep that promise.

Over the next week, you and Regulus ran into each other more often than not, and soon it became purposeful. You’d meet in the library and check out your favourite books together, go on walks in the rain and sleet, hoping for snow to purify the grounds and wipe the slate clean for new mistakes to tarnish. He was especially hard not to admire when his face was reddened by the harsh wind, and the wooly hat he wore only half way down his ears. Even by the fire, there was something about the way the warm light thinned his face and made his features sharper, yet he still looked youthful and good-natured.

“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other before, I would have bought you a present,” you said softly on Christmas Eve night.

Regulus turned his head to you and smiled at the sentiment and your honesty. He never felt as if the things you said were empty, on the contrary, they were full of genuity and truth, something of which he must learn to become accustomed. Sometimes, he forgot you weren’t saying things just to say them, and often looked back at his responses with a grimace. It was nature he had learned to take every syllable with far more than a grain of salt.

“I would have gotten something for you too,” he replied, “But I’m glad I’m spending Christmas with you, I think it will be the nicest one I’ve had in a while,” he confessed, twisting his body on the sofa and lying back across your lap.

“I’m glad I get to be a part of it,” you grinned, playing with the curls in his hair, twisting them around your finger and untangling them.

Regulus’ eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation your hands in his hair brought; it was gentle and innocent, and it made his pulse race for miles in search of something he thought only you might be able to give him. He sighed heavily, but not from exhaustion or frustration, but from the serenity in which he found himself. Though he loathed losing the feeling of your fingers tracing his locks of hair, after a few minutes, he sat up and faced you with eyes wide open. He wanted to memorise each curve and dip of your face, how the light softened it, gave it beauty which he thought not possible.

“I wish you had been part of it sooner,” he breathed unevenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands so that he might rub his thumbs across your skin, a connection of which he had only dreamt.

It was your turn now to close your eyes, perhaps out of fear. But whatever the reason, you focussed on the pads of his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks and how the palms of his hands rested over your jawline. You daren’t open your eyes, in case Regulus saw something in them that made him turn away–they often betrayed you. Instead, you placed a hand on his chest as your breath revealed small trembles, though it did not deter him, for in his breath you could hear the same. And like in a dream, his lips met yours in a delicate embrace that was sure to shatter if faced with interruption. His lips were soft, tentative, but they grew braver with the feeling of your reciprocation.

And soon, it was as if you were the oldest lovers, who had naught left to explore of each other and yet still managed to find something new and igniting. Your hands were in his hair and his were trailing down your back, up your arms and over your face, desperate to remember what it all felt like when he inevitably pulled away. When you finally came up for air, his brows were still furrowed, but upon opening his eyes, his features softened when met with yours.

“Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, drawing a laugh from Regulus, a sweeter sound than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted after a moment, still hazy from the embrace.

“Speechless? I’ll take it,” you teased, pecking his lips before nuzzling into him.

“I’ll come up with something,” he remarked, resituating himself so you were both more comfortable, letting his arm fall over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Eventually,” you laughed, and so did he.

wtf,just found out timothee cheated on me

Harry as a husband this is so good,I’m definitely doing a one shot on this style but maybe without the marrying part

Perfect | Harry Potter

 Summary: You and Harry are celebrating your 5 year anniversary and memories go through your heads.

Warnings:  Mention of death, pure fluff

A/N: This is based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. So listen to that for a better experience. Italic text means memories, bold and italics text means song lyrics and normal text means present. Also it’s my first time writing a one-shot so please lmk if you find any mistakes. And English isn’t my first language so their maybe grammar errors.

I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead.

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Dark Obsession with Sirius and regulus? Where they're both obsessed with the reader

Omg,I can totally see that,I will write and when it’s out I put here.

Oh man this was perfect ahhh

Shared secrets, sweaters, and sweet liquor (1.6k)

summary: autumn arrives at hogwarts, regulus and reader make the most of their final year there by sharing sweaters, secrets, and sweet liquor.

warnings: drinking

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

a/n: managed to write this because i had a really empty day today!! Hope you enjoy it, likes n reblogs r appreciated xxx

You set down the fork after taking the last piece of pie on your plate. In front of you sat Regulus Black with a toothless grin, a grin that's been on his face since the beginning of the feast. You couldn't help but light up at the thought of another of his mischievous endeavors. 

"What is it, Black? You've been grinning since this feast started. Got something good on your mind?" 

He only chuckled a little, pushing his plate in front of him to signal that he was done eating. "Later, after we finish.' He waved off, "Wait for me in the common room an hour after curfew."

Your cheeks grew warmer as you bit your lips and stared at him. His dark hair resting neatly on his forehead and his cheeks growing warmer himself.

It felt so easy with Regulus, and you wanted to keep doing this over and over again. The past seven years in Hogwarts running through your mind. Nostalgia peering around the corner as you replay the memories of you two, it had been so many wonderful years with him.

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It was later at night did your friends greet you goodbye, retiring to their own dorms as you stayed put in front of the fireplace. Regulus should be there any minute now, he'd promised to come down later after his dorm mates had gone to sleep. 

You spent a few minutes there alone only curling up with your blanket, tucking your socked feet to the corner of the small loveseat. 

A quiet patter of footsteps caught your ear then, smiling as you turned your head behind and saw Regulus with a sweater in his hands. "Sorry, Barty was cleaning up a little late." He offered a pity smile as he walked closer to you and dropped his body on the leather loveseat. 

"No problem at all.' You smiled shyly as his thigh touched your feet. You took it as a sign to move your leg and make space for him. Your legs ended up propped on the small table in front of you. 'So, what was so exciting you wanted me here alone?" 

Regulus hummed a quick tune, moving closer to you and mirroring your position as well. "Remember the party my parents had last summer? The time I went back home." You nodded at him, eyes never leaving his face.

"Oh yes. I highly remember your annoying letters waiting for me in my dorm." You recalled the memory to your brain. It felt so long ago, the time where Regulus sent you countless letters. Miss you, it contained—you flushed slightly at his sign off. But most of the letters were him complaining about the new robes his parents got for him, and of the girls he had to charm his way for marriage. Oh, you turned green just a little at that part of the letter. 

"Well it turned out that there was something good that came of it after all." He grinned even wider. Now his hands went to the sweater and lifted a part of it to reveal a medium sized bottle of liquor.

"No!" You laughed with surprise, Regulus quickly shushing you with a panicked expression. "No!' The words turning to a whisper 'How? I thought the cabinet was so well guarded." You let our a surprised chuckle and he just shook his head.

"Well it was. But I managed to figure out the spell to open it." Regulus quickly handed the bottle over to you, leaned back casually and watched as you uncapped the cap.

"Oh Reg, you just made this night so much better. And here I was thinking you just couldn't wait to spend time with me." 

He chuckled, "I can never wait to spend time with you Y/n. You know that." Both of you flushed at the same time the words were out of his mouth. 

Your laugh came out nervously as you bought the bottle close to your lips and took a long sip. Then you handed the bottle over to Regulus and pointed to the sweater, "This for me?" You asked as he took a sip of the sweet liquor. 

"Oh yeah, I know how cold you get what we stay here at night." He said so casually. So fucking casually. And yet those words meant so much to you. It meant that he knew you so well— of course he did. You spent the last seven years being glued to each other. 

But it was different. Regulus thought of you; thought of how you wore so many layers and warm up in front of the fireplace but still get so cold. It was as if someone had tattooed it inside his brain permanently. He knew you. And you knew him. And you loved him for it, you've always loved him so hard for it. 

—

It didn't take long for the bottle to quickly run out of content. At this point you were already laughing loudly and Regulus was rushing to your side, finger to your lips and voice in a whisper "Yn, Y/n. Be quiet, Merlin. Someone will catch us here." He said so seriously. 

Regulus had changed his position, his upper body now placed atop your legs. You welcomed him with open arms, loving the weight of his body on you. You laughed again as your hands came to fluff up his dark hair. Once neat was already so mussed up. But you thought he looked so pretty that way. So pretty if he let everyone see how he acted around you.  

One second you were silent, then you were both laughing at each other. Then he was shifting his body, slotting his body between your legs. His face upturned so that it was near yours, and you leaned down to him; not seeming to get enough of his beautiful grey eyes. Your faces so close, cheeks so flushed, tears even nearly escaping at the amount of laughter you've both let out.

"How— how strong is this stuff, Reg?" You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks flush again with embarrassment. 

He shrugged while a chortle could be heard, "I don't really know Y/n, I think it may be stronger than— than I thought." He laughed immediately after. "Oh Merlin, this will hurt tomorrow." 

You snickered at him, the soft plane of your palm cupping his cheek. "Really? I wouldn't know, I've never been this drunk." Regulus pushed his face closer to your hand. He loved the feeling of your hands on his face, your fingertips caressing his cheeks lightly. He tried to hold in the urge to close the distance between you two and just plant his lips on yours.

"I'll take care of you." He whispers so softly you wouldn't have heard it if the laughter wasn't suppressed. "Al—' he hiccups, 'always."

You've never been this red before, cheeks so warm. His words made all the butterflies swarm in your pit. You lift your palm from the place it held on his cheek to swipe the hair that had flopped down to his forehead now.

"Can I share a secret with you?" You asked with your voice so low. Regulus thought right then that it was his time to die. He'd die after hearing how soft your voice was, how gentle and how lovely you looked right now.

Regulus was suddenly hyper aware of how good you looked in his giant sweater, the ends met your thigh and the sleeves touched your fingertips. It looked so big on you, it did on him too because of how lanky he was built. But he thought that you looked so much better than him in that sweater. 

He blanked out for a while until you tapped his head, "Reg, you there?" He nods once and you clear your throat.

"Alright. Here goes … uh— I actually …' you took a small breath and pushed more black hair behind his ear. "I'm actually crazy for you." 

Regulus looked up, eyes wide. Your heart was pounding as he opened his mouth and shut it again, not sure what to say. "It would be nice if you said something, you know?" You say playfully. All while he was still staring at you, not believing his ears for one second.

"I— you …" He stuttered out, you thought it was adorable how red and wide eyed he became at your words. Another laugh escaped your lips and he was undone. "Y/n …, I've been— Well I've been trying to figure out how to say that to you since we've met, you know that?" He says so easily, occasionally hiccups and trampling over his words. "And I'm so glad, I mean so glad you said that because I— Merlin I …"

Your hands stopped messing with his hair and instead cupped his cheeks. You leaned your face down, hair spilling over your head and grazing Regulus' forehead. You were positioned a head above him so you could see his face clearly now. 

"Would it just be easier if I just kissed you?" 

Regulus flushed, cleared his throat and then, "Please." 

You closed the gap between the two of you almost immediately. The room felt so hot now that you were so close to him, so warm against him. Your lips moved in sync, both dancing and breathing each other's scent at the same time. 

Your hands were all over his hair, never seeming to get enough of the black kinks. He smiles in the middle of the kiss, his heart leaping just a little when you pull back for a huff of air. 

—@ wrathspoet

Please remember me of the regulus one pls

WIPs

These are the smut fics I’m working on right now, and will post soon. Please note that I might not post them specific in this order. So excited for it!

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➯ Working from home [Sirius Black x reader]

Summary: When you have a virtual job meeting while working from home, your boyfriend Sirius decides to challenge your focus—this by eating you out, and fuck you while still on the call. POSTED HERE

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➯ The Death Eaters’ Meeting [Regulus Black x reader]

Summary: You and Regulus haven’t seen each other since the last time of your heated encounter. When you meet again at the Death Eaters’ meeting—Regulus can’t keep his hands away from every part of your body, even if there is a risk that someone sees it.

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➯ You wanted all three [poly!Marauders x reader]

Summary: You’re friends with benefits with James, Sirius, and Remus, but they all think they are the only one. So when they find out about each other—they all three punish you at the same time.

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➯ Don’t be shy for the camera [James Potter x reader]

Summary: James gets a new camera and, of course, wants to try it on his favourite art—your naked body.

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➯ Come or cum, and warm me [Remus Lupin x reader]

Summary: It’s Christmas Holidays, you and your boyfriend Remus spends time at the Potters with your friends. It’s all innocent until Remus decides that it’s too cold. He solves it with making you cockwarming him. The only problems? —you can’t let anyone notice and you have to go to the bathroom.

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➯ Don’t wake him up [Wolfstar x reader]

Summary: You share a room with Remus. Which makes Sirius to call you on FaceTime to let you masturbate on cam, while Remus sleeps. However, when a jealous Remus wakes up, he punish you while Sirius still watches on cam.

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Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

Idiot potter

"Hey look at this!" You looked up from your charms notebook at the boy sitting in front of you, he waved his wand in slow motion at a piece of crumbled parchment.

The parchment’s color started changing from light to darker blue then purple and ended up in a rainbow kind of mix.

"Bloody hell where did you learn that?!" You inspected the results, the colors were beautiful you had to admit.

Harry grinned proudly "I read it in one of the books Hermion was skimming"

"Wow, you actually learned something from those study meetups" you teased. Harry rolled his eyes before snatching the parchment back from you.

You pouted then dragged your attention back to your textbook "Anyways, did you find the answer to question three?" You waited for him to respond but nothing came so you looked up, and surprise surprise he’s not paying attention to you.

Your eyes followed his and it landed on Cho.

Of course.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been eyeing since the school year started. She was pretty and played his favorite game, unlike you or at least that’s what you thought.

With a sigh you gathered your belongings and got up, you weren’t going to let ruin your mood yet again.

Harry was never going to see you more than a friend so being jealous would be stupid, and it’s just hurting your own feelings over something you can’t do much about.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked after seeing you get up.

"It’s getting stuffy I’ll go study in the common room. Ya see at later I guess" you walked out the study hall, once again trying to not be so disappointed and focus on what’s important for the mean time.

Harry sighed twirling his wand between his fingers before Neville sat down in your place, dropping a couple of books on herbology.

"You’re alone today"

"Y/N just left"

"Oh! She Must have yes to dean’s study date" Harry frowned dropping his wand on the table. The clumsy boy blinked at the confused look on his face before saying "oh, you didn’t know? Dean asked her out this morning on a study date. He couldn’t stop talking about it all morning"

Harry swallowed. You liked dean? Of course you liked him, why wouldn’t you.

"I think I’ll go to the great hall early today"

Harry’s sharp eyes stared at you and dean chatting away as everyone was going back to the conman room to rest then sleep.

It was around twelve when Harry couldn’t help not falling asleep and went down to the conman room, he was surprised to find you there by the fireplace.

"Hi…" you jumped slightly at the sudden company and gave him a small smile. He sat down beside you and stay in the comforting silence of the room.

"So…you and dean ha?" Your shoulders seemed to slump down at that and you just shrugged.

"I guess I’m finally giving him a chance, he isn’t a bad guy" Harry wanted to protest and tell you that you were wrong but he knew you weren’t, and it made things worse. His chest burned with jealousy, he was really losing you for good now.

"He’s lucky" he started, his cheeks burning easily with embarrassment "any guy would be lucky to have you, maybe if I was a little bit faster I would’ve been in his place" Harry closed his eyes immediately, waiting for you to lash at him or something but nothing came.

"You…like me? As in, more than a friend?" Your voice sounded hopeful, when he opened his eyes he saw you staring directly at him with teary eyes and a shivering lip "for how long?"

Harry inhaled deeply "since our first year, since we became friends and I just…didn’t want to ruin our friendship and you deserve so much be-" you kissed him.

You cut him off and kissed him, your hands cupped his face and kissed him with all the passion in your heart. Harry froze but quickly kissed you back, almost trembling as he warping his arms around your waist.

"For Merlin sakes you idiot I waited for you to notice me for years!" You broke the kiss, flustered and half pissed at him. Harry chuckled pressing his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flaming red but his chest felt full and light at the same time.

"I’m sorry"

"You better be. Idiot potter" then you hugged each other tightly for a while longer, as if one of you let go the other would disappear. 

no way home spoilers without context