I’m Gonna Redo This On My TikTok,I Did A Video With This Audio Today But I Will Do It Again

I just wanted to know where this song is?does anyone know?

If requests are still open; may I please have something with Regulus Black? Maybe she's Remus’ sister and was scratched by the werewolf - so she doesn't transform, she just gets pain during the full moon. And Regulus starts sweet talking in another language (maybe Frenc, learned from his parents) while trying to calm her down during a full moon? Maybe even some cute pet names? Just something fluffy with a little angst, please.

hey! so sorry for the late response! here is your fic bby 💕

mon soleil | regulus black x lupin!reader

summary: regulus black helps you with your lycanthropy symptoms

warnings: blood & violence; no-voldemort AU

You and your older brother had a bond that no one else had. From your personal experience, you’d like to say that was a good thing. You didn’t want anyone to deal with yours and Remus’ furry little problems. Only, there was a minor difference between you and Remus was that he turned into an actual werewolf while you suffered the symptoms that came with lycanthropy.

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Summer of 1965

It was exceptionally hot that one evening. The windows of young Remus’ bedroom were cracked open to allow the cool summer breeze into his room. The young five year old slept peacefully in his bed until he was awoken by his teary eyed sister.

“y/n, why are you awake?” Remus murmured, rubbing his eyes.

You clutched your rabbit plush tight against your chest as your lip trembled. “I had another bad dream, Rem,” you whispered shakily. “Can I stay with you tonight? Please?”

Remus sighed. You had been having night terrors for months on end. For the most part, you stayed in your parents’ room, but occasionally you would creep into your older brother’s room. Normally, Remus wouldn’t mind, but sometimes you’d kick or mutter in your sleep, leaving him restless the next morning.

“No, y/n/n,” he grumbled, turning on his side for his back to face you. “You’re a big girl now. Big girls sleep in their own room, okay?”

Tears flowed down your reddened face. “But Remus,” you begged quietly. “I- I heard something in my room. I think there’s a monster in there.”

Sitting up, Remus glared at his sister. “There’s no such thing as monsters, y/n,” he said forcefully. “Now go to bed before I tell Mum and Dad.”

Wiping away your tears, you made your way out of Remus’ bedroom. Once the door clicked shut, Remus laid back down and tucked himself into bed. After what seemed like hours passed, Remus was jolted away by a scream. Your scream.

Remus kicked off his blanket and sprinted to your room. The sight before him was horrific. You laid limp in your bed, blood gushing out of your throat. Your green eyes stared at the ceiling, dazed and slowly losing its life and energy. Your floral bedsheets, once a clean white, were now soaked and red.

Hovering over you was a werewolf, paws covered in your blood. Gaining all the strength he could muster, Remus ran over to you and tried to push the werewolf off of you. The creature narrowed its eyes at the young boy before pouncing on his next victim.

By the time Lyall and Hope reached your bedroom, both of you were unconscious, and the werewolf was nowhere to be found. It didn’t matter what spells or potions Lyall used on the two of you. The damage was already done.

Remus sat at the edge of your bed, holding your hand tightly in his. Your dad stood in the middle of the room, casting countless protection charms over your room. Hope entered the room with muggle medical supplies, preparing to change your bandages. You were still unconscious, Fenrir Greyback harming you more than your older brother. It was a miracle that you didn’t get lycanthropy. Your brother wasn’t as lucky.

Tears threatened to escape Remus’ hazel eyes. “I’m sorry, y/n/n,” he whispered softly. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve let you stay in my room, I- I should’ve-”

“Shh,” Hope shushed calmly, sitting beside her son and combing her fingers through his light brown hair. “It’s not your fault, dear.”

Remus dug his face into his mother’s sweater. “Yes it is!” he cried, balling the fabric in his small fists. “I hurt y/n. I didn’t let her sleep in my room that night. I’m a bad brother!”

“No you’re not, sweetheart,” his mother said in a hushed voice. “Remus, promise me to take good care of your sister from now on, okay? Keep each other safe.”

The freckled boy nodded eagerly, sitting back at your bedside. From then on, Remus swore to always protect you from all harm, including himself on full moons.

---

For the most part, you were fine. You helped Remus after the full moon, and dealt with your symptoms with a simple potion. But sometimes, the two of you would get territorial the week prior to the full moon. Remus’ friends and your boyfriend would help you and your brother avoid altercations, though.

One morning, everything was going fine. Students filled the Great Hall, eager to get their hands on the specialty of the morning, chocolate pancakes. You sat with Lily and her friends while Remus sat with his. However, it seemed as though you and Remus woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. The change in your bodies during the full moon was painful both physically and emotionally.

You reached for the last chocolate pancake on the golden plate when another hand grazed yours. Green eyes met green when you glared at your equally exhausted brother. Remus growled lowly, not breaking his gaze. Suddenly, you heard a crowd of students appear and pull the two of you apart.

“Alright, alright show’s over,” Sirius announced to the two of you, Peter followed suit.

James appeared at Sirius’ side, reaching for Remus’ wrist. “There’s plenty of pancakes to go around, Moony and Little Lupin, calm down.”

You narrowed your eyes at your older brother, wolfish instincts kicking in. You bared your teeth, revealing your fangs, a trait you received upon Fenrir’s attack when you were four years old. In a swift motion, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you off the bench. Kicking your legs, you growled and wriggled in the arms of the stranger until you were moved to the Slytherin table. Several students turned around to watch the scene unfold.

Settled on the bench, you glared at the pair of grey eyes staring at you. You folded your arms on your chest. “I was busy, you know,” you grumbled.

Regulus raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Busy murdering your brother over a pancake?”

“A chocolate pancake, yes,” you corrected, still bothered and very hungry, at that.

Your boyfriend chuckled, combing your hair with his fingers and pushing your hair behind your shoulders. “I don’t think Professor Dumbledore would approve of that, y/n/n,” he scolded playfully. “Must you always fight with your brother during your time of the month?” You rolled your eyes at the phrase.

“Considering the fact that he is an arse, yes, yes I must always fight with him,” you snap, itching to get your hands on something, anything to eat.

Regulus sighed, fighting the urge to say something sarcastic. He took note that you were quite irritable this month. Other times you were overly emotional or “lovey-dovey.” Weeks like these were the ones that the poor Slytherin dreaded the most. It didn’t take much to set your temper off when you felt this way before the full moon. No matter, though. Regulus always came prepared.

“I had a feeling,” Regulus smirked. “That’s why I prepared this for you.” Lifting the covering off of the golden plate, he revealed a stack of chocolate pancakes, with strawberries and chocolate chips drizzled on top.

You felt as though you could start sobbing. “Regulus,” you gasped, covering your heart with your hand. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

The younger Black brother held back a laugh. “Just about every day, yes, mon soleil,” he replied, scooping oatmeal into his mouth and going back to reading the newspaper. Before eating your meal, you launched yourself on top of your boyfriend, peppering his face with kisses.

“I love you I love you I love you!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Taken by surprise, Regulus barely caught you in time, seeing as he was still in the middle of eating his own breakfast.

Regulus’ nose crinkled at the ticklish sensation of your kisses. His hands fell to your waist, holding you securely. “y/n, stop-”

“OI! REGULUS GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER OR I’LL SCRATCH YOUR EYES OUT!” You turned to see your brother, standing and leaning over the Gryffindor table. Sirius and James sat beside him, both face palming.

Deciding to test your brother, you pulled Regulus into another kiss, this time on his lips, kissing him slowly. You placed one hand on his chest, the other pulling at his emerald green tie. Regulus stared down at you wide eyed, and fearing for what will happen next.

Remus began to make his way to the Slytherin table when James grabbed him by the back of his cardigan and back down to the Gryffindor table. Sirius rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice as he casually watched the whole ordeal. He was practically over it, seeing as you and your brother always pushed each other’s buttons.

“Moony, be a dear and not murder my little brother?” Sirius requested.

The tall green eyed teen glared at his friend. “Once he stops getting handsy with my sister,” he muttered, stabbing his stack of pancakes. “Then I’ll consider.”

“Oi best not get too angry with Regulus, Moony,” James warned teasingly. “In a few years he might be your brother-in-law.”

Peter nibbled at a piece of toast. “Yeah, and to be honest it’s y/n that’s getting handsy with Sirius’ brother in the first place.”

Everyone glared at Peter and silently mouthed for him to shut up. Remus slowly turned his head, eyes practically twitching.

“What did you say about my sister, Wormtail?” he asked in an eerily calm tone.

“I said-”

“OH LOOK IS THAT THE BELL?” James announced loudly. He picked his books up and swung his legs over the bench. “I think it’s time we head to potions, don’t you think, Pads?”

Sirius stood up with his friend. “Most definitely right, my dear Prongs.” The two hooked arms and sped out of the Great Hall.

Remus rolled his eyes, shoveling more of his food into his mouth before following suit. “There’s no bell here, you prats!”

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Days passed until it was ultimately the full moon was mere hours away. You were incredibly anxious, and you couldn’t stop your knee from bouncing or your teeth from biting your lip. Regulus was a great help, always placing his hand over your knee whenever it started bouncing. Sometimes if you weren’t in class he would distract you by starting a small conversation.

You couldn’t help but nervously pick at your nails as you watched the sun set at a taunting pace through the Slytherin common room window. You were currently waiting for Regulus to come down the stairs to help you study for your upcoming transfiguration test. The sun set, normally was a beautiful sight, but on days like these you felt incredibly terrified of what the full moon might bring next.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. Jumping, you turned to see a pair of grey eyes stare back at you in concern. Regulus’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Are you alright, mon soleil?” he asked you softly. You nodded, taking his hand as he led you to the couch by the fireplace. Regulus opened his textbook and began to explain the subject while you slowly dozed off.

You continued to study for a while until you noticed the natural light in the common room begin to dim. Sitting up, you glanced over at the window and watched the moon replace the sun in the sky. Anxiety seemed to wash over you and you felt your body shake and heat up.

Regulus quickly closed his book, coming to your aid. He gently placed his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. With one hand, he cupped your chin and turned your face to face his. The Slytherin’s soft stare slowly made your nerves calm down.

“Shh, y/n, look at me,” he whispered. “I’m here, you’re okay. You’re okay, love.”

Tears quickly filled your eyes. Your heart beat out of your chest and your breath quickened. You felt the full moon’s effects take over you. Screwing your eyes shut, you dug your head into Regulus’ chest. You curled up on the couch, hugging your knees against your chest as you cried out in pain.

“I- It hurts,” you whimpered. “Regulus… it hurts.” The Slytherin nodded, picking you up in his arms and standing up in a swift motion.

“I know love, I know,” Regulus said in a hushed voice, kissing the top of your head. “I’m taking you to Madam Pomfrey right now. Hold tight, mon soleil.”

Despite the pain, you managed to fall asleep on the way to the hospital wing, rocked to sleep by the twists and turns of the school corridors. By the time you woke up, you were laid in a bed, in Regulus’ arms. Almost immediately, the effects of the moon started to kick in once more. You felt as though a million hornets attacked your stomach, and your head began to spin at a rapid rate. Letting out a groan, you threw your head back into your pillow. The moonlight peeked through the curtains of the hospital wing. It was as if the lights were stabbing through your skin with burning knives. The pain was more unbearable than ever before.

You wriggled in Regulus’ grasp, legs kicking in the sheets. Glancing at the full moon, you felt the urge to howl, your wolf side taking over you. You lifted your hand to your mouth, biting it harshly to muffle your screams.

“y/n/n, no,” Regulus scolded gently, pulling your hand out of your mouth. Your hand was reddened with marks on it from your bite. He wove your fingers together with his, kissing your hand softly. The Slytherin pressed light kisses to your cheek and down to your neck in attempts to distract you from the pain. Madam Pomfrey gave you a potion to lessen the effects of lycanthropy, but that was all she could do to help. The pain was not entirely gone.

You let out another whimper in pain. Your cheeks were flushed red and were wet with tears. “Regulus, I can’t take it,” you gasped out.

Regulus frowned slightly. “What do you need me to do, love? I’m here.”

Another wave of pain washed over you making you writhe, fighting back another scream. You could barely string more than two words together. Turning to face Regulus, your green eyes pierced into his grey ones. “Distract. Me.”

The Slytherin swallowed loudly as he readjusted his grip around you. “Distract you?” he repeated. “Like… how?”

You screamed in pain, thrashing around once more. “ANYTHING DAMMIT,” you cried.

Regulus took a deep breath, closing his eyes. It hurt him deeply to see you in pain like this, but he was stuck on what to do. Opening his eyes, he noticed a tall tree through the window. An idea lit up in his head.

“I went to my family’s second home in France this summer,” the youngest Black started shakily. “You know how much I love France. So I went off by myself to the nearby muggle town and it was absolutely beautiful. There was a small cafe and a bookshop that I know you’d adore. I bought a book filled with French children’s stories and songs, and decided to read it. And in the back of the town was this tall tree, one that you could climb for hours until you reached the top. It was on this tall hill that overlooked the entire town and hills for miles and miles. It was so serene. I want to take you there one day. You’d love it there, love.”

Slowly, you began to calm down. Your thrashing became less frequent and your breathing began to slow. Your eyes fluttered closed, but you were still awake. “Sing to me,” you whispered weakly. “Sing me one of those songs from the book, please.”

Regulus’ cheeks reddened as he looked away sheepishly. “y/n, I’m not that good at singing, you know that,” he told you. “A-and my French isn’t that good-”

You cut your boyfriend off with a pained laugh. “Please, you and I both know you are absolutely talented in both of those things. I love your voice, Regulus. Sing for me, please?” You opened your eyes and pouted. Sighing, Regulus nodded. He could never resist those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot,” he began, slowly running his fingers through your hair.

“Prête-moi ta plume, pour écrire un mot. Ma chandelle est morte, je n’ai plus de feu.

Ouvre-moi ta porte, pour l’amour de Dieu.”

You laid your head back, closing your eyes once more. You held back your cries of pain, trying to distract yourself with his singing. “Au clair de la lune, Pierrot répondit, “Je n’ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit. Va chez la voisine, je crois qu’elle y est, Car dans sa cuisine, on bat le briquet.”

The younger Black smiled softly at you, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. Eventually your pain subdued slightly, enough for you to relax.

“Au clair de la lune, s’en fut Arlequin

Frapper chez la brune. Elle répond soudain : “Qui frappe de la sorte ? Il dit à son tour :

Ouvrez votre porte, pour le Dieu d’Amour!” Au clair de la lune, on n’y voit qu’un peu. On chercha la plume, on chercha du feu. En cherchant d’la sorte, je n’sais c’qu’on trouva. Mais je sais qu’la porte sur eux se ferma.”

Even after Regulus finished, you were still awake, only your eyes remained closed. The ends of your lips tired pulled into a small smile. Lifting your hand, you cupped your boyfriend’s face. “Thank you,” you whispered weakly.

Regulus kissed the top of your head. “Anything for you, mon soleil.”

You giggled at the ticklish sensation. “What does that mean?” you asked quietly, drifting off to sleep. “Mon soleil. You call me that all the time, but I never understood what that meant.”

The Slytherin wizard gently kissed your lips so lightly that you barely felt his lips press against your own. Your chest raised slowly upwards, then down, falling into a calming pattern until you fell asleep, too tired to listen to his response.

“Mon soleil,” he repeated in a hushed voice. “My sunshine. My beautiful, amazing, incredibly kind sunshine.”

Regulus laid back beside you, digging his face into your hair. “I love you, mon soleil.”

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

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

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.

—

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

Guys I think I will only be able to post tomorrow because I didn’t had time to finish

i literally just receveid my geography test and i failed,well at least my boy also failed so that’s great.If you drown,he drown.

Guys as a sorry for not posting yet I made a trailer for the first one shot,you can check it out on my tiktok

Ok this one is really good?it helped me sleep

Could we please have a cute moment with y/n and Regulus. (totally up to you what happens)

Hi!! I totally can do that and I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile, so here you go! It’s just a tiny moment, nothing significant, but I still love it.

Year- 6th

First Regulus blurb!!

And I think of him as Timothée Chalamet fyi

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You were standing in the corridor, talking to your friends. You were in between classes, potions being your next one. It was also your boyfriend Regulus’s next class.

As you stood there, you listened to your friends talking, but you also kept looking back to see if Regulus was coming. You would sigh every time you looked back to see that he still wasn’t coming.

You looked back once more, but this time, you saw that he was finally coming. You stared a bit, looking at his defined features.

Godric, he was good-looking.

You stared a little too long though, making eye contact with him. He smirked before saying goodbye to his friends and walking toward you.

You quickly looked away, blushing and smiling wide. You waited in anticipation for him, slightly bouncing up and down with excitement.

You felt two hands wrap around your torso, and a single kiss being placed on your neck. “Reg!” you laughed, the kiss tickling you, and threw your head back before turning around swiftly.

He laughed too and pulled your face close to his so he could give you a gentle kiss. Regulus then looked toward your friends and turned you to face them.

“I will be taking her now,” he said to them and walked backward, pulling you by your waist toward his chest. “Bye!” you said to them before he pulled you to start walking to potions.

The corridor was rather loud, so Regulus had to get close to your ear to talk to you, “I saw you looking at me. Why’d you look away, princess?”.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked down, “Anyone would be embarrassed to be caught staring at someone.”. You looked up to see Regulus smirking at you, making you look down sheepishly.

“You are so adorable,” he declared, lifting your head up to give you a kiss on the forehead.

no way home spoilers without context

Omg yes yes yes yes YES!

Snowflake Kisses

(OotP)Harry James Potter x Gn! Reader

Fortunately fluff, very soft, kisses, Harry’s a bit stressed but aren’t we all, they keep interrupting each other, HAPEE BIRTHDAY HAZZA

A/n: jkr i know you created my fictional home but you’re an asshat. A cool writer but still an asshat.

<[y/n] pov>

Harry lay facedown on the common room couch, grumbling under his breath about ‘something something Umbitch something something die.’

You raised your eyebrows and padded over, lifting up his legs from the cushions before you sat down.

“Alright love, I don’t play competitively, but they don’t call me a good beater for nothing. Who’s ass do I need to kick?”

Harry turned over suddenly and gave you a pleasing look.

“Hug me, please.”

You smiled softly, pulling him into your lap and wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighed into your shoulder, and began to spill.

“No one wants to listen to me, [y/n]! Everyone thinks that I killed Cedric, I’ve practically landed myself in detention for the rest of term, and GOD all I want to do is shove Umbridge’s vomit pink stilettos up her-”

You interrupted, “Hey, hey, not everyone doesn’t believe you. I do, Hermione does, and Ron too. We love you, Harry, don’t forget it. Although- I do love you a bit more because honestly, I’d cheer you on when the time comes to shove those vomit pink heels up Umbridge’s-”

You felt a soft pair of lips against your own, and you grinned slightly into the kiss. Harry pulled away, smiling and blushing madly. A lightbulb went off in your head.

<harry pov>

“Close your eyes, Harry,” you said softly.

He did so, and felt a spattering of snowflakes on his face, one on each side, another on the nose.

Three

“Two for cheek, one for nosiness.” He then felt another two on his eyelids.

Two

“I could look in your eyes allllll day. And…”

One

You held the kiss for a few seconds, savoring the intimacy between the two of you.

“I could kiss you all day too and we both know you wouldn’t complain,” you joked,“But, uhhhh- no kissy for your scar, cuz I’m in love with Harry James Potter, not whoever the cHosEn oNe is. Although… it is a nice added bonus…”

He gasped dramatically, and smacked your forehead.

“Unbelievable, [y/n], unbelievable!”