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1gn0rant · 2 years
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AHHHHH WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO PRETTY!?!?!?!?! I JUST WANT TO SQEEZE HIM WITH MY FINGER TIPS HUIFGFYUVGFYUFGYUSAKCFTUKQCVDAIF!!
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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 year
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McGonagall after catching The Marauders after a prank: please sit in these chairs. I want to ask you all some questions.
Remus, whispering: Deny everything.
Sirius: Those are not chairs
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4remus · 1 year
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no but really think about it james and lily died when they were 21 why were they shown in the movies as if they were 55 ??? another reason to add to the other million already existing to reject canon and embrace delusion
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enormous-moose · 2 years
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Soooooo pitchers have another term called Ewer... And I literally couldn't stop laughing
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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months
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Evan Rosier in a tight white t-shirt, silver dog tag necklace, ripped black jeans and beat up old Stan smiths
And Barty Crouch Jr absolutely foaming at the mouth and stumbling over all his words and tripping over whenever Evan looks at him and yeah
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peachesfuzz · 2 months
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I want to kill myself. MY P U S S Y IN BIO
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ecstarry · 2 months
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@jegulus-microfic - street - 254 words / february microfics
“You really shouldn’t touch that,” Regulus turned at the voice of a man. He was not prepared for the sight of a handsome, tall man, with glasses, and messy —quite lovely if he’s honest— hair.
"Thank you for the tip, but I assure you, I'm well-versed in museum etiquette," he responded, attempting to conceal the flush creeping up his neck as the man's gaze lingered over his body. 
“I’m James,” Regulus reached for James’ extended hand. “Regulus.”
“I haven’t seen you before, Regulus,” James said with a tentative tone. 
"If your intention is to flirt with me, I'd suggest delving into your library of pick-up lines for something a bit more compelling," Regulus remarked, careful to conceal just how tempting he found the idea of anything James proposed.
His comment rewarded him with the absolute most gorgeous smile Regulus had ever seen. Oh gosh, please ask me out. 
“You’re mean,” and you’re hot he thought. “Let me take you out, please. I might beg if you say no,” James took a step closer as he asked. 
"Isn't it a bit early to have you on your knees, James?" Regulus teased back while arching his brow, causing James's cheeks to flush with a pink hue.
"Please, allow me to take you out," James responded slowly. Regulus couldn't help but enjoy seeing this new man becoming flustered. 
“Okay,” Regulus offered him a smile to accompany his response.
"There's this great place right down the street," James said, reaching for his hand. This time, Regulus didn't let go.
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So… i gave in to the marauders, like James held me against my will by hugging me very comfortably.
I’m still figuring out how i wanna draw them, but tbh i just wanna make silly drawings of them <3
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gods-graveyard · 2 months
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Incorrect Hp quotes based on my fic (pt2)
Percy- I have high standards in any partner
Oliver and Marcus-
*arguing over if they can catch a Bludger mid air to throw it at someone without breaking a hand*
Percy- ...I am a weak man.
Fanart https://www.tumblr.com/gods-graveyard/745520432147578881/i-made-fanart-of-my-own-post-i-give-you-my?source=share
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ditchesanddunes · 1 month
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I think Regulus would have broken up with James after getting the mark, but not until James discovered it. Like they would be sitting together one day, James is rubbing Regulus’s arm when the sleeve rolls up a bit and Regulus feels James freeze. Regulus would push down all of his desperations about keeping James and let him go, walk out of the room, and break down immediately after.
James would just be in shock, angry at Regulus for getting the mark but also feeling hopeless for the boy he loved, the boy he still did love.
People wondered what happened to the boy who shone as the sun. But no one knew, not unless they noticed how the stars had been hiding behind the clouds.
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Barty Crouch Jr — perception
Barty has a certain reputation around the school — on one hand, his father’s the head of DMLE and he’s from a prominent Light family, but on the other, he’s a Slytherin and best friends with the likes of Rosier and Black, known from being old and Dark families.
He’s also impulsive, and often gets into fights. He’s always arguing, quick to draw his wand, and rumoured to dabble in Dark Arts; in his fifth year, when he hits fifteen, almost nobody dares to cross him. The teachers don’t like him, and Filch outright seethes every time he sees him. He has gotten into detention more times than anyone can count, but never for a long time — he can keep his worse deeds quiet, after all.
After OWL results get released, nobody knows what his are. Half of the castle is quite shocked he didn’t get kicked out for failing every class, but the teachers start taking longer glances at him.
That passes after a few months, when every one of them realizes his record-breaking results will not transfer into him putting any actual work into class. Barty has an infuriating habit of not turning in homework, but since Hogwarts only counts in the end year exams for passing the class, they can’t do anything else than put him into detention for one more afternoon, and they gave up on that method around his fourth year, when it became clear it wasn’t working.
All in all, he’s pretty respected in his house, and very much feared in the others. He enjoys his reputation. He knows it infuriates his father, which is always an appreciated bonus, and will establish himself as trustworthy amongst the Dark families. His friends can vouch for him, but Barty likes having a guarantee.
Nobody knows how he and Regulus fall into the same bed — first after nightmares, even in first year, when both of them needed every bit of comfort they could get, then after Sirius leaves and Regulus wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, and finally every single night, and Barty can finally bury his face in Regulus’ neck and breathe in his scent and think /he’s mine and only mine, forever/. On the other side of the room Evan laughs at them, mutters something about them finally stopping pining after years, but Barty knows he’s genuinely happy for them. They leave the empty bed in case either Dorcas, Pandora, or both want to stay the night.
Nobody knows what his plans are after Hogwarts. He aced his OWLs, the first 12 O’s in the history of the school — he guesses he should be proud of that, but really, he did it because he was bored — and to beat his father’s 10 O’s and 2 EE’s. Nobody knows how many NEWTs he plans to take, and neither does he. He will most likely decide last minute, just like he did before. Nobody knows how quickly his brain memorizes knowledge and forgets the most basic deadlines.
Nobody knows how his father treats him, how he treated mama when she was alive. Nobody knows how the ring on his right middle finger was once hers, a promise ring she got from her family before they all died, before she had to leave the country, before she got married and wasted her life. Nobody knows she taught him her language, how he calls Regulus kochanie just as she called him, with love dripping out of every single letter.
Nobody knows, except him and his friends. They know.
They know the way he lets Regulus and Evan rant about quidditch despite having no passion for the sport himself. How he can duel freely with Dorcas, because they’re always on the same level, how they keep track of who won and how they’re almost always tying the score. How Pandora tells him about her most recent experiments, asks him to help her with the next one — meaning to help him steal the ingredients needed for potions from Slughorn — and how he always agrees.
And he’s more than fine with all of that. Barty Crouch Jr likes his secrets and will continue to have them. He will keep it secret when he murders his father with his friends by his side. He will keep it secret when he threatens Sirius no-longer-Black with the Cruciatus curse if he ever dares to hurt Regulus’ feelings again, even show his face to the current Black heir. How he will make Regulus the current Black Lord if his parents dare to coerce him into doing something he will regret for the rest of his life for the sake of the family.
He will not, however, keep it secret when he marries his darling Regulus. He will not keep it secret when he exposes (after the bastard’s death) his father for every type of abuse that fell into their family. He will not keep it secret when he buries the name Crouch under the ground, and takes his husband’s.
Barty, as every (future) Black, has a flare for dramatics, after all.
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yourgalgremlin · 5 months
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DILF James hitting on Regulus like:
JAMES: Harry calls me Dad, but YOU can call me Papi (winks)
REG: I would rather call YOU an exorcist
JAMES: (Under his breath) Woah this MF is kinky…
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yesnoidkiguess · 1 year
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bonus because i love red lipstick stains agenda
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enormous-moose · 2 years
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Soooooo pitchers have another term called Ewer... And I literally couldn't stop laughing
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rosekiller microfic
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ACE DAY YAYAYAY
here enjoy a rosekiller microfic [1066 words so idk how micro it really is but shhhh] with ace Evan and Barty ‘no homo but I think I love you’ Crouch Jr [I love them so much]
“Truth or dare?”
“Aw come on you guys know me, dare obviously.”
Barty grinned at the circle of his friends sat cross legged all around him.
“Mmm I’ve got one.”
Regulus raised an eyebrow challengingly, everyone knew Regulus gave out the most brutal dares. Barty wasn’t phased though, it was almost impossible to make Barty embarrassed honestly, outwardly at least. Last time he’d taken a dare from Regulus he’d gone around school in bright pink robes for the next week. 
“Bring it on Reggie.”
“I dare you to make out with Evan till I stop you.”
Barty scrunched his nose.
“Oh is that it?”
“Uh rude.”
Evan said.
Barty turned to him quickly, placing a hand on his best friend’s cheek.
“Don’t be like that Goldilocks you know I’m hopelessly in love with you. I just meant Reg usually gives…more dramatic dares.”
“Yeah whatever prick. And who says I wanna make out with this dickhead anyway. It’s Bee’s dare not mine.”
“Aw come on Rosie don’t you think I’m pretty.”
Barty batted his eyes and pretended to fan himself, Evan shoved him to the ground with a laugh. Evan had one of the prettiest laughs Barty had ever seen. He wasn’t gay or anything but the way Evan’s halo of blonde curls bounced up and down gently made his stomach flip. Barty sort of wanted to reach out and run a hand through those curls actually, they looked soft. Evan looked soft, in a big purple hoodie and smooth warm skin and red lips currently stretched out in a big smile that just made his whole face light up. Barty found himself joining in. Evan pulled him up off the wooden floor and ran a hand through Barty’s hair, messing it up affectionately.
“Fine, I guess I’ll do it.”
Barty turned, facing Evan properly and lifting a hand to his cheek as Evan pulled him in by the collar. They were so close now, hesitating just before their lips pressed and all Barty could think was EvanEvanEvan. 
He could smell him, the conditioner he used softly scented of toffee and pears.
He could feel his breath warm and tickling against his skin.
“Come on get on with it. 
Regulus huffed. And suddenly they were meeting in the middle and Evan’s lips were pressed against him and he tasted better than Barty could ever have imagined and and-wow. This was nice. This was lovely. Barty’s hands wandered to Evan’s hair, fingers running through it like he’d imagined only moments ago. But it was so much better than he’d imagined. Evan was so. And it was wonderful. And the way Evan had his arms wrapped around Barty’s waist, pulling him closer made the butterflies in his stomach just soar. He wanted to stay like this forever, just utterly surrounded by Evan. He loved this. He loved- Oh. Oh. 
Oh that’s what this was. 
And it all made sense suddenly.
Evan pulled back panting for a moment and Barty tried to bite back the smile he could feel forming on his face as he saw Evan’s kiss bitten lips. 
He leaned back in again to keep going but Evan glanced his eyes around and sighed.
“Barty.”
He motioned his hand out and Barty glanced around. The room was empty, the others must have snuck out while he and Evan were- he tried to stifle his smile again as he thought about it. He clearly didn’t manage very well because Evan flicked his arm angrily.
“It’s not funny.”
“No, no I wasn’t laughing I just…had fun.”
Evan glanced up at him eyes wide and pupils dilated.
“Y-you did?”
“Yeah. We could…keep going. Only if you wanted obviously.” Barty mumbled. 
Evan opened his mouth and then shut it again. 
“I- I don’t know if that’s such a good idea Barty.”
Barty felt his world crash down around him. Or it felt something like that at least.
“Yeah. Yeah it was stupid I shouldn’t have- I uh-“
His words felt like lead in his mouth. He was so stupid. So fucking dumb. He-
“Barty.”
Evan’s voice was soft and grounding. Evan’s hand on his shoulder was even more grounding. He looked up at his best friend.
“You good?” Evan asked.
“Yeah. Thanks. I just shouldn’t have said that.”
“Barty…do you like me?”
“I- yeah. A lot actually.”
It felt somehow wonderful and horrifyingly disarming to admit. He squirmed under Evan’s gaze. Vulnerable, as a rule, was not a thing Barty Crouch Jr strived to achieve. 
Evan’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh. Oh same. I really…”
Barty’s breath hitched. 
“Be my boyfriend, please.”
He asked voice scratchy and quiet.
Evan paused. He seemed to be having a conversation in his mind, eyebrows furrowing. Barty reached up and pressed a thumb between his two brows.
“Talk to me.”
Evan sighed softly.
“I can’t give you the things you want in a relationship.”
“Evan the thing I want is you.”
“I know. But I don’t, I hate sex, it just grosses me out and I don’t think I’ll ever want to do it and I know you like it and- and I don’t want you getting bored of just me.”
“How could I ever get bored of just you?” Barty murmured, eyes searching Evan’s face for some kind of plausible answer. Impossible. Because I could never be bored of him.
“Barty there’s no going back if this all blows up in our faces.”
Evan warned but Barty could feel the way his face had edged closer.
“Evan there already is no going back. Besides I never want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
And with that they kissed again. And when they broke apart again it was because Barty couldn’t stop grinning. Foreheads pressed together they breathed gently.
“So will you be my boyfriend?”
Barty asked with a chuckle.
Evan mussed up his hair again.
“What do you think you cunt?”
“Mmm I think your insults won’t work anymore now that I know how irresistible you find me.”
Evan groaned as Barty tugged him up to standing.
“I take it all back, I hate you.”
Barty laughed, pulling Evan to his bed. 
They fell asleep there, cuddling and whispering soft words and gentle laughter till Regulus found them in the morning, curled up against each other with soft smiles.
“Fucking FINALLY!”
Barty and Evan just laughed. 
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severussnapemylove · 7 months
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Y/N; (to Sev, Bella and Remus) "I have been the moral compas for you three for years, and all three of you are gonna have to hold me back on the day I finally snap."
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