A muggle au fic set in the mid 80s where Regulus Black has spent the last year and a half travelling around Europe after graduating from university. He returns to Brighton where he studied, and where his brother and his partner, Remus Lupin, live. Just for a little bit, while he works out what he wants to do next. But something tells me he'll be sticking around a lot longer than he first anticipated.
Plan on updating at least once a week, but it all depends on how in the way life gets.
So buckle in and prepare yourself, because this is going to be fun.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
On every What is Wednesdays I will explain a trope, a rhetorical device, or a literary technique in a few sentences. Put in the comments what you would like me to explain next.
What is... a drabble?
What is... dead dove?
What is... archetypal characters?
What is… deus ex machina?
What is… whump?
What is... plot bunny?
What is... canon vs. fanon?
What is… a headcanon?
What is… a plot hole?
What is… retcon?
What is… WIP?
What is… a sequel hook?
What is… a crossover?
What is… crack?
What is… a rarepair?
What is… a red herring?
What is… fluff?
What is… smut?
What is… OOC?
What is… a missing scene?
What is… Coda?
What is… a trope?
What is… Alpha vs. Beta Reader?
What is… a cliffhanger?
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For a limited time only (for now) I will be bringing back the "What is Wednesdays"! Do you have a question about what something in regards to writing, fanfiction, tropes, etc. is? Tell me and I'll see if I can enlighten you :)
It's starting again next Wednesday, so be excited.
Chapter 20 - Brothers & Other Things.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 20 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 21 - Frowns, Fried Eggs & Friendship.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 21 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 22 - Brooms, Blood & Brotherhood.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 22 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 23 - Glitter & Glory.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 23 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 24 - The Necessary Lie.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 24 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 25 - A Black Family Christmas.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 25 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 26 - Where We Come From.
The Friends of Dorothy - Chapter 26 - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Hi, I'm Tabby, and today I'd like to talk about my shiny new guilty pleasure.
A very rare pair that apparently only I've written about.
Walburga Black and Barty Crouch Jr.
While they do not make a great pairing in an actual relationship way, I see Barty having enough Mommy issues to pull off a crush on Walburga. And Walburga just eats it up. Being in a loveless marriage she thrives on the attention he gives her.
To start with she just lets him stew from a distance, but as time passes by she allows it to become physical. Taking full advantage of the way he admires her beauty.
It's deliciously toxic, and a hot mess.
But I am LIVING for it.
Currently only have one fic written about them, but trust me. I plan on writing more.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My brain is chaotic.
The pairing that I wrote in this fic, literally doesn't have another fic on AO3 with them in.
You know what, though? I'm not even mad.
I'm even considering, once Kinktober is over, writing some more about this pairing.
And the pairing?
Well...
Walburga Black/Barty Crouch Jr.
Kinktober 2025 - 6th October
Walburga Black/ Barty Crouch Jr - Age gap & power dynamics
Barty Crouch Jr. has always been drawn to power - the kind that burns, the kind that destroys.
And there is no power more magnetic than Walburga Black.
She's everything he wants: untouchable, unyielding, and all too aware of his hunger.
He thinks he's chasing her.
He doesn't realise she's already caught him.
To Worship a Flame - Lucille_Waters - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
Forgive me, but I couldn't help myself.
I wrote a James/Severus oneshot, BUT it is crack.
I lay in bed last night and came up with the idea, and spent today writing it.
So I present to you, my 1138 word Jeverus fic. Filled with tension and teasing.
James Potter wasn't supposed to be in the dungeons. But then again, doing what he shouldn't have was kind of his thing. Especially when it came to Severus Snape.
What starts as a typical round of insults and smirks soon turns into something far more dangerous when the tension between them finally snaps.
James Potter prided himself on being many things: Quidditch star, Gryffindor golden boy, master of the winning grin. But if there was one thing he enjoyed above all, it was winding up Severus Snape. So naturally, when he said that he wasn’t going to the dungeons, the dungeons were absolutely where he was going.
The dungeons were too quiet. Perfectly, maddeningly quiet. James leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, smirk in place as his eyes scanned the gloomy room. Ahead of him, Severus was hunched over a cauldron, looking spectacularly miserable. Jackpot!
“Well, if it isn’t the Dark Prince of Doom,” James drawled, voice loud enough to echo off the walls. “Brewing up trouble again, or just enjoying the charming scent of your own despair?”
Snape didn’t flinch, “Potter,” he said flatly, eyes still fixed on the cauldron. “If your purpose in life is to annoy me, then congratulations. You’re excelling.”
James grinned wider, stepping closer. “Excellence is boring. I prefer to provoke. And you… Well, you’re always so very cooperative.”
Snape finally lifted his gaze, dark eyes boring into James’s hazel eyes with a mix of exasperation and something almost dangerous. “Cooperative? I highly doubt it.”
“Doubt?” James echoed, tilting his head to the side. “Snivellus, I live for your doubt. The tension in your voice – It’s delicious.”
Snape’s lip twitched. “Delicious, is it?”
“Oh yes,” James replied, his voice teasing. “Every time you glare at me like that, I just can’t help but want more.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculated. “Oh, you will regret saying that, Potter.”
James smirked again, fully aware that Severus was likely right, but he wouldn’t let him know that. “Perhaps… But somehow I highly doubt it.”
The cauldron bubbled, but the real heat was between the two of them. James leaned casually closer, voice dipping lower. “You know, I could stand here all night, watching you scowl and scowl, until you finally explode.”
Snape’s dark eyes flicked up, catching his smirk. “Explode?” he asked, tone mocking, though James swore he could see a hint of a challenge in that narrow gaze. “Bet you’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you, Potter?”
“Oh yes,” James replied, brushing a hand over the nearest stone wall, letting his fingers linger. “I’d even help, if you’d let me.”
Snape’s dark eyes glinted, a hint of mischief behind them. “Help, Potter?
“Hmmm. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” James teased, leaning closer until their shoulders nearly touched. “You always do.”
Severus’s patience cracked, just slightly. His voice was dangerously low, dangerous, and full of something James hadn’t quite heard before. At least not from him. “You’re insufferable. And yet…” he let the pause hang, letting the unspoken words claw at the edges of James’s mind. “...Somehow… entertaining.”
James’s grin widened, feeling snug. “Finally, you’re admitting it! Took you long enough.”
“I did not –” Snape began, only for James to cut him off, the typical Marauders mischief flashing in his eyes. “Oh, come on now. Don’t deny it. You’ve been secretly enjoying this from the start.”
Snape’s lip twitched again, faster this time, and James realised that he had officially hooked the potions prodigy. “Enjoying it…” Severus muttered, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Exactly,” James leaned closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “And you know what happens when you start enjoying something.”
“Perhaps I already do, Potter,” he murmured, low, teasing, and full of dangerous promise. His dark eyes filled with amusement.
James raised his head, a breathless laugh escaping. “Oh? Dangerous words.”
“Words are… Flexible,” Severus said, stepping closer until the heat between them was undeniable. “Much like certain other things, Potter.”
James froze, grin faltering just slightly as the shadow of a smirk played on the lips of Severus. “Other things?” he echoed, heart hammering.
“You,” Snape said simply, his voice low and firm, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re other things. And I think…” He paused, lifting a hand to lightly brush James’s cheek. “...I think I’d like to explore just how flexible you are.”
Before James could respond, Snape leaned in. His lips brushed over his own in a sharp and surprising kiss. Severus let his tongue run over the seam of James’s lips, demanding entry. And to both their surprise, James let it happen. The kiss was brief but fierce, a perfect blend of dominance and playfulness, and it left James entirely speechless, flushed and utterly undone.
When they finally broke apart, James could only manage a breathless, “Merlin…”
Snape arched an eyebrow, lips twitching, buzzing with the lingering feeling of how James’s lips felt. “No, not Merlin. I’m Severus, remember. Your Ever-Brooding Prince.”
James tried to speak, tried to flirt back, tried to be clever. But the words failed him. He could only stare, smirk faltered, utterly lost.
Severus watched on in amusement, suddenly feeling as smug as James usually looked. “Speechless suits you, Potter.” He was enjoying this. Enjoying leaving James lost to the most delicious mix of frustration and exhilaration.
James let his mouth open and close, words failing him. He felt like a fish out of water, just flopping around, suffocating. For once, there was no grin or cocky comeback. Just silence.
Severus, of course, looked obnoxiously pleased with himself. “Do close your mouth, Potter,” he drawled, straightening out his robes. “You’ll catch flies. Or worse – attention.”
James was now pacing, practically bouncing off the walls. “You kissed me – I kissed you. No, no – wait. This can’t be happening.”
All Severus could do was stand and watch as James spiralled in 4k. It was by far the greatest thing he had ever seen. “This meltdown of yours, it’s delicious.”
When James finally stopped, the restless energy had drained from him. “Alright, Snivellus. Alright. You caught me off guard.”
Snape’s smirk softened. “Well, that was the plan.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty, but hummed with unspoken possibility. Snape returned to his cauldron, while James just stood and watched. Somehow unable to bring himself to leave the dungeons. “Snivellus… I think you might have broken me.”
“Broken? Are you sure?” Snape asked, grabbing a ladle and stirring his cauldron. “Are you sure I haven’t fixed you?”
James grinned, stepping closer once more, eyes bright with a soft kind of mischief. “Maybe… but just to be sure, maybe you should take another shot at fixing me, Severus.”
Snape looked up, a slow, knowing smirk creeping across his face. “If it’s another snog you want, James,” he said, voice thick with amusement, “all you have to do is ask.”
Without hesitation, James closed the last few inches between them, capturing Snape’s lips in a bold, hungry kiss. The was no longer a game. This was a promise. And maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something neither of them expected.
