SCREAMING

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. 

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.

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!”

hi !!! i absolutely love your writing ! would u mind doing another harry potter imagine? thank u </3

.☼︎. 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔

— Harry Potter x Diggory!Reader

— Summary: Basically just Harry Potter being trying to stay cool atound for y/n Diggory when they go to the Quidditch World Cup

— Word Count: 2.2k

— A/N: Alright, idk what this is but its something ig

Harry and Ron yawned in unison as they walked through the woods, following Arthur Weasley, who was in the lead, with Charlie and Fred and George close at his heels, Ginny and Hermione in the middle, and lastly, the two boys. Now, both of them were excited for the Quidditch World Cup, don't get them wrong, but this whole waking up before the crack of dawn to Hermione throwing pillows at them was not exactly their favourite part of it all.

The morning, however, had been all but calm, Molly had heard Fred and George trying to smuggle Ton-Tongue Toffees out of the house to sell, even after they got scolded for what happened with Dudley. Harry's cousin having eaten one that Fred and George dropped with the intent of him eating it, causing Dudley's tongue to grow in size. This made Molly yell at the two twins just before they left.

The woods were calm in the early summer morning, with fog still on the ground. Birds had started to wake up, and you could hear them sing as they flew above the tree tops. Harry had to admit that the woods close to the burrow were quite cozy. But he was broken from his own thoughts as Ron poked him and pointed out how far back from the others they were. Jogging to catch up with the others.

"Arthur!" The boys then heard a man call out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry Amos, some of us got a bit of a sleepy start." Arthur jokingly looked back at Ron, who yawned.

It then dawned on Harry when they came closer that it was Amos Diggory and Cedric Diggory who stood there. Harry had talked to Amos once before when the man was happy over Hufflepuffs' win last year. However, this meant another person should be there, so Harry started to look around for her.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me, at the Ministry. " Arthur said proudly and then turned to the brown-haired boy beside the man. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric smiled at the man and extended his hand to shake hands with Arthur, smiling brightly. "Yes, sir." He answered before looking up at the big tree above them.

"y/n? Are you coming or what?" Cedrict asked his sister, who had gone unnoticed, where she sat up in the tree. When Harry spotted the girl, he smiled.

y/n grinned at her brother before she tossed down her backpack for him to catch and jumped down so she landed beside Amos. Making sure her stance was stable before she straightened out.

"Well, that's quite and entrance y/n." Arthur put a hand in her shoulder and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Alright, this way." Cedric spoke up as he started motioning towards where they were going to go. So everyone started walking, and just before Cedric got too far, he tossed the backpack back to his sister.

"You carry your own shit," He told her.

"Cedric," Amos warned the boy, and he held up his hands in retreat and showed the others the way.

y/n was just about to join in and walk with Harry when her dad stopped him. He was amazed to have Harry Potter himself with them, and she could see Harry glancing over at her. She shrugged at him and joined Hermione and Ginny.

"I don't remember your brother being so good-looking, y/n." Hermione hooked her arm through y/n's.

"Ew, Mione. That's my brother. Plus he's way too old for you."

"Who says he's too old?" Ginny asked with a raised brow, and it made y/n groan.

"Are you aware that we can hear you?"Fred then turned to the girls.

"And if we can, then Cedric probably can too." Geroge chimed in.

"Yeah, well, ego boost for him then, I guess." y/n rolled her eyes and unhooked her arm from Hermione when she saw her dad walk past to catch up with Arthur. She slowed her steps and, quite quickly, was at Harry's side.

They both started to engage in conversation with one another. They talked about everything from the joke candy and things that Fred and George had been making or trying out during the summer to this mystery thing that was to happen at Hogwarts during the year. Harry joined in with all that he heard from Arthur and y/n told all that she had gathered from her dad. They're both thinking about what it could be.

But the topic soon changed to Quidditch. Of course, Harry was proudly standing with Bulgaria, but y/n were strongly against this. She was rooting for Ireland. They talked back and forth about why their team had to win. "Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. He's the best seeker of all."

"Oh please, he's all looks. Plus, Bulgaria play dirty most of the time; they're like the equivalent of when Flint was still captain of the Slytherin team. "

"No they don't!" Harry argued back, and it made Ron turn.

"You have no idea what you're talking about y/n, Viktor Krum will make sure Bulgaria wins." Ron spoke proudly, the boy being starstruck by the well-known seeker.

"Well, Ireland has Connolly," Fred piped in.

"And Quigley." Geroge also joined in.

"See!" y/n motioned towards the twins. "Fred and George are on my side; Ginny and even Hermione, who's not into Quidditch all that much, are rooting for Ireland. You and Ron are literally the only people who are hoping Bulgaria wins just because you're in love with Viktor Krum. "

A whole argument started between all the Weasley kids, Harry and y/n. All of those who were for Ireland were arguing back and forth with the two boys and counting up reasons as to why Ireland was going to win. It was all just fun, ending with all seven of them starting to laugh.

After a little while, they had been walking for a good hour already. Harry was about to say something to y/n but instead when he turned to her, he instead got fixated on her. Eyes looked over her features, having missed her over the summer. He could feel his cheeks slowly growing warmer and warmer the more he looked at her, and soon enough he had to avert his eyes from her as it felt like his face was on fire. Harry was quite sure his cheeks were red, but he hoped to Merlin they weren't.

Surely enough, they reached the portkey, although it made Harry frown as they walked closer, as he had no idea what a portkey was. "Just over there." Amos told everyone, and Harry's frown deepened at the sight of an old boot.

Harry tugged at y/n's sleeve before asking her. "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?"

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," George cut in before y/n could answer.

"It's a portkey," Fred finished as he, George, and y/n moved into position.

"Time to go!" Arthur called.

"What's a portkey?" Harry was confused.

"Ready? After three. One, two," Amos started counting, but y/n quickly looked up at Harry.

"Harry!" And with that, Harry grabbed onto the boot.

"Three."

It all started to spin, or more like they all started to spin. Slowly but surely, they lifted up from the ground up into the sky, still spinning around. Everyone except Cedric, Amos, and Arthur screamed at the continued spinning. Though the twins were screaming in cheer.

When Arthur then suddenly told them all to let go of the boot, they all clinged onto it like a life line, making all except the older Diggorys go wide-eyed. Hermione immediately protested, even though she was slowly feeling sick to her stomach from the continued spinning. They all, however, did as the man had instructed them to and all dropped to the ground. Then, hitting the ground, all of them groaned and huffed at the sudden impact of the ground.

y/n looked up from where she lay on her stomach, coming to find that Harry was only about a metre away from her. "Ouch,"

Harry sat up and nodded at her, and when he turned he could see Amos, Cedric, and Arthur, all three coming down much more gracefully than any of the others. They are certain to land on their feet. All of them were grinning from how funny all the others had landed. "I bet that cleared your sinuses, ey?" Arthur asked as the three of them landed.

Cedric was quick to help Harry get on his feet, extending an arm for him to get pulled up. Earing a smile from the younger boy as he went to help his sister. "Oh, how nice of you, Ced."

"Aw, did my baby sister get hurt?" Cedric asked sarcastically. He pulled her up to stand too, and both of them laughed. The bantering between them was just a big joke to them.

"Come on!" Arthur called as he started to walk up the hill to where camp was. It made y/n smile brightly as she immediately grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along. "You're going to love this!" It made Harry flush a crimson colour as she pulled him along with her to join the others.

Oh god did he like her.

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The sun had begun to set over the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held. The sky turned orange and was slowly becoming a dark blue that would make the stars and constellations of other solar systems visible. It was still pretty warm out, not overly warm but warm enough that not a lot of clothes were needed to keep warm.

People were making their way to their seats. Many had chosen to sit in the boxes in the middle of the stadium. It was a stadium bigger than Harry had ever seen. Now, he was not exactly looking to play Quidditch professionally, but to play at a stadium like this would definitely be something unforgettable.

All of them were looking around in amazement while making their way further up, Arthur in the lead. They were on their way to the top, which was a wise decision.If they were to stay by the boxes, they would have to squeeze together with other people. But if they were to be furthest up in the stadium, they would not have to fight for space with others and would have better sight than others.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as they stopped from having been climbing from the lowest level and were about thirty stories below the top.

Just as Arthur was about to answer, another man's voice cut in. One that they all knew very well and one that made Harry roll his eyes. "Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at them.

y/n and Harry stood by the railing, looking down at Lucius and Draco, who were on the lower level. It was unusual to see Draco without his slytherin uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black suit, which did not seem at all practical. Draco laughed at his father's statement.

When they started to continue walking, Draco looked up at the others and smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't beast, Draco." Lucius stopped Draco with his cane, making the boy rub the spot where the cane had laned. "There's no need with these people."

Draco then looked up at them again. When he saw y/n however, a sly smile made its way to his lips. It was no news to most people that Draco Malfoy had taken an interest in the Hufflepuff girl. However, y/n had zero clue about that. The look Draco gave y/n made Harry roll his eyes. A feeling of annoyance was bubbling up inside him. No, not annoyance, but jealousy.

Before the two Malfoys could say anymore, Harry grabbed y/n's shoulder and started to turn her around so they could wall off. But Lucius Malfoy was not done as he slammed the snake part of his cane down on Harry's hand before it could leave the railing. It made y/n and the others turn just like Harry.

"Do enjoy yourself. While you can. " Lucius smiled unkindly at Harry before relinquishing his hand and walking off with Draco at his heels. But Dracos' eyes still stayed tranced to y/n.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, let's keep moving then. "We don't want anyone taking our place, do we?"Amos called from where he stood, and everyone began working their way up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're fine?" y/n turned to Harry as they waited to start climbing the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Nothing big. " Harry stuttered as he once more felt his cheeks heat up. But this time, it seemed like y/n noticed and it made him avert his eyes from her.

y/n smiled as she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, taking the boy by surprise. "Good, now come on."

Harry couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face when y/n turned and grabbed a hold of his hand to start wall up the stairs.

Oh boy.

Alright, not the best but it well.

But okey so I wanna write something where Harry AND Draco likes the reader but I can't come up with an idea so if you have an idea you can submit it to me:)

New video about the one-shots that will be out soon,comment there so I can know what you guys think :)

could you do harry potter and the reader just like fucking the whole night?

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

You’ve always loved spending Christmas at Hogwarts. The whole castle seemed to be thrumming with overwhelming holiday energy, hundreds, thousands even, of small elaborate trinkets decorating even the most secluded corners, and despite the biting chill that usually occurred within ancient walls during that time of the year, there always was hint of something warm and cozy flying in the air

But Christmas season became even more special since you started dating famous Harry Potter, a chosen one, but in fact just a sweet boy, tired of deathly adventures and endless attention, who wanted nothing more than a calm happy life, surrounded by his lover and friends. He didn’t have a loving and supportive family to come over to for winter break, and you simply didn’t have a heart to leave poor boy all alone during that time of the year. So you either stayed at Hogwarts or invited Harry to your place, your parents happily accepting him at your home. This year though you two decided to remain at school, devoting all of your free time to each other, getting such needed alone time without Hermione and Ron bickering endlessly on the background

During those weeks castle was deserted except for the staff and a few other students deciding to abandon their homes for this year, spending all days in a company of themselves and simply enjoying such needed rest. Needless to say that Gryffindor dorms were as uninhabited as ever, it seemed like the only people left there were you and Harry, which allowed you to do practically whatever your souls pleased

Soft candlelight fills boy’s dormitory, making it feel all cozy and warm. Stiff air is permeated with the strong scent of sex, salacious wet noises fill the space of the room, getting muffled by furniture and heavy curtains adorning each of five windows, as you impale yourself over and over again on Harry’s throbbing cock, causing mind-numbing pleasure circulating through both your bodies. Your grip on his shoulders is firm and you bounce up and down on his length, your clit rubbing against boy’s pelvis with every thrust you make

Harry’s hands slide up and down your sides, following the curve of your waist and hips almost religiously. His green eyes are fixated on your tits, watching hungrily as they bounce up and down with every snap of your pelvis against his. Boy’s swollen from constant kissing and biting lips are opened slightly, small whimpers and moans slip past them, he doesn’t even try restraining all the sound pouring past them anymore

You can’t take your eyes off his face; adorable pink tint to his cheeks from both heat and arousal, glasses being long discarded allowing you to see his glossy eyes hazed with pleasure, forehead and temples glisten with sweat and his unruly hair is as disheveled as ever - everything about Harry screamed how fucked-out he was. You take one of your hands off boy’s shoulder, cupping your right tit with it. You start playing with the bud of your perked up nipple with the thumb and index finger, tugging on it almost painfully, causing a wanton moan to tear out from the depths of your chest, head thrown backwards exposing hickeys-covered neck. Harry gulps heavily and you feel his dick twitching inside of you - he likes the show, and you’re happy to put it on for him

You choke on air when boy suddenly jabs his hips upwards, hitting your cervix just right. Your eyes roll back and most debauched cries of pleasure roll off your tongue as he does that again and again and again. Harry’s hold on your waist tightens and he grabs you firmly, flipping you over in a blink of an eye, your back now laying on crumpled sheets. You squeal in surprise, silly giggle rambles through your chest and you pinch boy’s shoulder as a revenge for startling you

Harry smiles back at you, his hands on your knees reopening your legs greedily, crawling in between them closer to your heated body. He aligns himself with your fluttering hole, pushing the head of his cock inside, bottoming the rest of his length out in one firm thrust, your stretched fucked-out pussy accepts him without any resistance. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing boy in for a quick sloppy kiss, tongues tangle messily together

The blissful heat of your body engulfing his throbbing cock makes Harry groan throatily, he breaks your kiss, head dropping in the crook of your neck, hips picking up not so fast but steady rhythm, making you writhe underneath him in pleasure. Your legs wrap around your boyfriend’s waist, bringing him in closer, his dick hitting even deeper at the new angle. His warm hands go down to find your tits, squishing and playing with pliable flesh, lightly circling the buttons of your nipples with the roughened pads of his thumbs

You sneak one hand down in-between your and Harry’s bodies, nimble fingers rub skillfully over your swollen clit, moaning shamelessly at the sensation. He lays on top of you, the weight of his body feels comfortable and soothing. You run your hand down the cleft of his spine, feeling back muscles flexing under your touch, his skin is clammy with sweat from all the efforts he puts into fucking your pussy raw but you couldn’t care less

- Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming, - you squeal, toes curling as you feel that familiar stinging feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. You buck your hips upwards, meeting Harry’s thrusts half-way, making him hit even deeper

Tight ropes in your tummy finally snap and with a violent shudder runs through your body and you cum all over Harry’s cock still ramming into you relentlessly. Each one of his hard thrusts makes sparks igniting in your core, the drag of your clit against his pelvis increases the intensity of your orgasm multiple times

Harry’s pace doesn’t falter as he fucks you through your orgasm, continuing to go further on, wracking your sensitive pussy. He groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clamping down around his cock, causing him to pummel your wrecked sopping cunny, chasing his own release inside of you. You whimper pathetically as overwhelming pleasure becomes almost unbearable, but even though you don’t want boy to stop, greedily taking all he gives

It’s not long before you feel Harry shuddering above you, his hips lurch as he buries himself inside of you to the hilt, releasing load after load of his cum, painting your inner walls white. His hips still buck into yours weakly until you’re both are practically shaking from pleasure, quiet sobs and pleas spill past your bitten lips as it feels too overwhelming, only then Harry movements come to a halt, his body is limp on top of you, panting heavily, his dark hair clinging to the sweaty skin of your neck

You close your eyes, bathing in the sweet aftertaste of recent orgasm, enjoying the warmth radiating off Harry’s body. Your hand rests on the nape of boy’s neck, fingers carding through the mess of his raven-black hair, massaging his scalp softly. It’s not long before you feel his dick starting to harden inside of you again, heat starts pooling the bottom of your belly, his hot lips on the side of your neck igniting the fire within you once more

You roll over on the mattress, switching positions so that Harry is the one laying on his back, you sitting on top of him, thighs straddling his sides. The corners of your mouth quirk up in a cocky smile as you look down at the Potter boy, his hands on your hips again, thumbs rubbing soft circles on your skin. Looks like you’re up for one hella ride once again🤍

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Him speaking french kills me

under the stars

regulus black x fem reader smut

warnings: smut, pet names, reg speaks french, oral (fem receiving), please tell me if i missed something!

summary: after not see regulus for a while, he sends a letter to meet you at the astronomy tower. he comforts you and makes up for your lack of physical affection.

word count: 1.3k

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Good morning mon amour,

I hope you have been having a tremendous morning. I miss you an immense amount, I need to see your beautiful face immediately. Meet me at our spot in the astronomy tower, 10 pm.

Can’t wait to kiss those ravishing lips again,

R.A.B.

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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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   It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

  2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would  not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.  

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)  

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.   

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