Hi! I just wanted to check in and see if you were doing okay? I noticed that your last post was from March and I just wanted to reach out. I hope you’re good 💕 have an amazing day
Hey... I am so sorry for the inactivity.
In all honesty, I took a break for my mental health and it's been prolonged. I have been getting a lot of hate and just... nasty people in my inbox and DMs in relation to the newer pieces of mine that I was really excited about. It too so much it got to the point that I just needed time to myself.
I haven't figured out who it is yet, every time I block the person doing it I get more.
Disclaimer: This is a Poly!Marauders+Lily no magic Au fanfic. It deals with Zombie apocalypse typical violence and dangers. This is written and intended to be read as a Fem!Reader and this deals with heavy topics and scenes. Viewer discretion is advised but each fic will have their own 'CW' {Divider Credit}
Summary: You find a group of survivors who could really use your help, leading to a journey of unraveling truths about your pasts- and how they intertwine into your future.
Thank you @rainydayathogwarts and @laufeysvalentine for tagging me in this!
The tag game created by @misswifi !
"Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!"
Mine is so stupid I literally was like "I need something unconventional and quirky" and "what is the most random household item?" For those of you who were here for my "Kami" era... no you weren't
But nethertheless you knock with a sense of urgency just like the others had.
hoping I can finish this asap 🙏 npt: @meelusinee @rafesslxt @obsessedwithceleste @allurearia @iamgonnagetyouback @papercorgiworld @thatdammchickennugget
thank you for the swag tag! mild issue is that last time i wrote it was a bunch of poems at 4AM and i don’t remember which i did last, so i’m gonna do the last line or each of them
i. and i’ll fall slow and steady, turtles always win the race
ii. and yet i’ll call again. cup half-empty, i’ll call again
iii. but i can live for you, my love, even though i’ve hated life since the day i was born
thanks for the tag my dear lovely @meelusinees <33 ! and my gosh, your poems are sooooo good, i love these verses so much, you are SO talented (it never ceases to amaze me)
Your face burns, but you nod, and when your lips meet his skin again, James closes his eyes and lets out a satisfied sigh.
Summary: Charlie Weasley loves his girl how he loves his dragons. AKA Charlie loves it when his girl bites.
WC: 1k
CW: Cussing, biting, and a bit sexual leaning
Charlie Weasley had a thing for fire.
It showed in everything he loved- his dragons, his job, the way his hands were always a little calloused from handling creatures that could (and would) turn a man to ash without a second thought. He liked things wild, untamed, full of passion and fight.
Which is why, when he met you, it all made perfect sense.
Because you were just like his dragons.
Stand-offish. Sarcastic. Sassy as all hell. And prone to overwhelming bouts of affection that usually ended in your teeth sinking into his skin.
Like now.
It was early- too early. The sun barely peeked through the window of your shared bedroom, casting a golden glow over the tangled mess of sheets and limbs. You were curled into Charlie’s side, trapped in the warmth of his arms, his rough palm smoothing over your back in lazy circles. He was a furnace, always running hot, and you should have been grateful for it in the chilly morning air.
But he was being too affectionate. Too soft.
And you didn’t know how to handle it.
“You’re warm,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice still thick with sleep. “Could stay like this forever.”
You grumbled something unintelligible into his chest, refusing to let your heart melt at the way his fingers traced absentminded patterns into your skin.
He chuckled, clearly picking up on your growing restlessness. “What, can’t handle a bit of affection, love?”
His teasing was met with a sharp bite to his shoulder.
Charlie didn’t even flinch. If anything, he laughed “Merlin, you’re worse than Norberta,” he mused, pulling you closer instead of retreating. “You know, she bit me the first time I tried to feed her. Damn near took off my hand.”
You growled- actually fucking growled- and bit him again, this time at the curve of his bicep, the firm muscle giving slightly under your teeth.
Charlie let out an appreciative hum, completely unbothered. If anything, he sounded pleased.
“Fuck, I love that,” he admitted, voice dipping low.
You huffed against his skin, barely resisting the urge to do it again just to shut him up.
It wasn’t just the mornings when this happened.
It was whenever Charlie got too much.
When he wrapped himself around you on the couch, arms and legs tangling with yours like he wanted to merge into your very being. When his hands got a little too handsy, slipping under your shirt absentmindedly while he talked, utterly unaware of how flustered you were becoming.
When he leaned in too close, eyes burning with mischief, lips quirking into that goddamn smirk.
That’s when your instincts kicked in.
Like an overstimulated cat- except instead of claws, you had teeth.
And Charlie? The absolute menace of a man adored it.
“Didn’t realize I’d be dating a feral little thing,” he teased one night after you nearly bit his knuckles when he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
You’d glared at him, half mortified and half infuriated. “Then leave.”
“Not a chance,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring against your skin, “Wouldn’t have you any other way.”
And fuck if that didn’t make your stomach twist into knots.
But it was worse when he knew.
When he realized exactly what his affection did to you.
And, worse still, when he used it against you.
Like now.
You were still trapped in bed, your limbs tangled with his, his broad chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. The warmth of him was suffocating in the best way, his scent- embers and earth, something deeply, irritatingly comforting- enveloping you entirely.
He shifted, just enough to make you hyper-aware of the solid weight of him, of the arm still wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed against the curve of your back like he had no intention of letting go.
“Hmm,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “Still pouting?”
You scowled, refusing to lift your head.
Charlie huffed out a laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
You bit him. Again.
Hard.
Right on the curve of his collarbone.
Charlie groaned. And fuck, the sound sent a jolt of heat straight to your stomach.
It was barely a second before he moved, suddenly rolling you beneath him, pinning you to the mattress with nothing but his weight.
You gasped, hands automatically bracing against his chest, fingers digging into the solid muscle.
He grinned, slow and smug, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he leaned in. “That’s not very nice, love.”
You glared up at him, breathing uneven. “Then let me go.”
Charlie tilted his head, considering. And then- because he was a menace- he leaned down, his lips brushing over your jaw, his stubble scraping just enough to make you shiver. “Not a chance.”
His voice was rough, teasing, but something deeper simmered beneath it, something possessive.
You clenched your jaw, your pulse thundering, your body caught between the instinct to fight and the overwhelming urge to give in.
You hated- hated- how easily he unraveled you.
Charlie chuckled, completely unbothered by your internal battle. “Go on, love,” he murmured, dragging his lips lower, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Bite me again.”
You shuddered, fisting your hands in his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
And Charlie- fucking Charlie- just waited, watching you.
His gaze burned into yours, blue eyes half-lidded, his expression one of utter satisfaction, of someone who knew exactly how much he affected you.
“You love this,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Don’t you?”
You grit your teeth. “Fuck. You.”
Charlie smirked. “That an invitation?”
You let out a strangled noise- half groan, half exasperation- and, finally, sank your teeth into his shoulder.
He growled this time, the sound rumbling low in his throat, and before you could react, his mouth was on yours.
thanks for the tag @lupinsweater ♡ i adore these thingies ‹𝟹
last song: emails i can't send by sabrina carpenter (listening to it rn)
fav color: sage green and baby pink
last book: i just finished twisted games and now i'm midway through twisted hate
last movie: i usually just rerun sitcoms (b99, friends or new girl) but i did rewatch clueless recently
last show: okay ignore the prev then. i rewatched friends last..as far as i remember it was the one with the apothecary table
sweet/savory/spicy: for sure sweet! but it sometimes changes to savory
relationship status: single. well i'm 16 so eh
last google search: "can you be allergic to wood" hehe i was painting and my hand settled for a bit on this wooden support i have and it turned my hand a bit red and itchy
looking forward to: my last exam ending so i can finally do all those post exam craft thingies i have saved
Last Song: The Soccer Journals by Everybody's Worried About Owen
Favourite Colour: Pine Green or Classic Orange
Last Book: Recently reread The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Last Movie: Bones and All (I literally can't stop watching this movie)
Last Show: Gosh I haven't watched a show in so long.. I think "Inside Job"
Sweet /Savoury/Spicy; Spicy! Though savoury is a soft spot of mine.
Relationship Status: Taken 💕💕
Last google Search: "Proper Orange colour names" lmao or unrelated to this "What year did James Potter graduate?" I have no life
Looking forward to: Finishing a few art pieces and being off of work for the weekend 😮💨
NPT: @rory-cakes @crescenthistory @laufeysvalentine @kquil @kenjikishimotoswifey @just-here-for-ff @derbygracie @our-sweet-t-universe @otterlockholmes @ellecdc And anyone else who would like to join! <3 (if you did not want to be tagged please feel free to yell at me in dms 🫡)
omg! yes yes yes! thank you thank you for tagging me, my beautiful wife! -- also, lemme just say that i ship everyone with their chosen favourite character on this tag game!
npt : @cresenthistory @mannythemunchkin @ellecdc @imyourbratzdoll @unconventional-lawnchair @wintrsoul @ikkyfics @astonishment @moonstruckme @mischievousmoony and anyone who wants to join hehe~
Barty and Potter!Twin!Reader are rivals because Barty, in his own warped perception of loyalty, thinks he just has to hate the Potters on Regulus' behalf. Reader, in turn, is super protective of James and Sirius, so she always fires right back.
One day they're having a spat and he's using the "you're spoiled" argument, to which you reply with your usual "I'm loved, it's not the same". Barty throws out some taunt about "Effie and Monty" instead of "Mummy and Daddy" when he's taunting her and you're all "how the fuck do you know about my parents?"
"Because they haunt Regulus' dreams."
"Regulus would be welcome to come live with us at any time. The only reason he doesn't know that is because he doesn't let himself."
"And the rest of us?" He's hoping it's a gotcha moment where Potter!Reader is forced to admit that there is never enough love to go around for everyone, that you can be spoiled by it, that some people are just born unlucky.
Instead; "You know what, Junior? The rest of you tossers are welcome as well."
You don't let him win and you throw it out without thinking, knowing in your heart of hearts that if your parents would take in anyone. Barty grins wickedly because he thinks you've made a mistake, thinks that he can take you up on it and prove you wrong once and for all.
Fully intending on antagonising you, on making you eat your words, Barty shows up at the doorstep of Potter Manor for summer break. Except that instead of being thrown out immediately or getting to revel in Effie and Monty trying and failing to play along before then at last kicking him out – he's embraced.
Barty is wholeheartedly taken in. And once he's there, no amount of "woah hey no this is not what I signed up for" is going to save him. He gets accepted, doted on, loved. It becomes the best summer of his life.
Instead of him cackling in your face, you get to hold back a smirk as you chew your dinner, multiple weeks into Barty's siege of Potter Manor, watching him smile without thinking about it.
At the end of the summer, maybe after certain feelings have been revealed and established, he's all but toeing the ground with his shoe, looking up at you uncertainly, going: "Did you mean all of us tossers would be welcome?" Queue you thanking Merlin that Potter Manor is already unnecessarily large as you suddenly have three more Slytherins and a Ravenclaw at your doorstep.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S TO THE BEAUTIFUL DARLING I CAN'T WAIT TO GET TO KNOW FURTHER!
I couldn't go to sleep tonight knowing I hadn't sent you a love letter yet when I was about to toss out love letter notes and your name hadn't been crossed out yet! My darling! I know that we don't know each other that well yet but, from your writing and presence, I just can't wait to get to know you further! This is my humble love letter to you, the darling who makes me sob but feel so much! I adore you and your writing! You must be adored forever and always! I hope you had the most wonderful valentines, surrounded by all the love and warmth and kindness you deserve! Anything less isn't acceptable for a darling like you ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡
Animagus reader who can turn into a niffler and is constantly giving barty her findings because reg would make her return them! They also exclusively wear silver because she likes gold shiny things lol
A Bored Barty
Bartylus x Reader
Summary: Barty is bored, alone in his dorm room- until his darling treasure brings him a treasure of her own.
WC: 1.1k
CW: Nothing really. Kisses used as weapons of war. Dont write for Regulus much so forgive me ( Art cred: kprk_pkrs on Twitter)
Barty was bored.
A dangerous thing, really.
He laid sprawled across his bed, one arm hanging off the side, tossing a small, silver knut into the air, catching it, then throwing it again. He had already read through all the interesting books in the dorm, bothered his least favorite housemate, and debated sneaking into Slughorn’s stash for a bit of fun. But even that felt like too much effort.
He sighed dramatically, letting his head loll to the side. The dorm was still, the air thick with the kind of midday lull that made his skin itch- drew you down to this unbearable tired. He needed something. A spark. A game. A bit of madness to wake his bones.
And then-
A soft, skittering sound at the doorway. Tiny claws against stone. A flicker of movement in the corner of his vision.
Barty turned his head sharply, and his entire mood shifted instantly the second he saw that familiar teal coat.
“Oh, there’s my girl,” He purred, pushing himself up on his elbows as you- small, sleek, and utterly adorable in your niffler form- scurried towards him with purpose.
A purpose that gleamed between your paws.
Barty let out a delighted, wicked little laugh, eyes gleaming with manic glee as you proudly presented your newest prize- a golden ring, ornate and entirely not yours.
“Well, well, well,” He cooed, sitting up fully and reaching out to pluck it from your grasp. He examined it between his fingers, tilting his head as he recognized the engravings. “Now, this is entirely too big for you, innit?”
He grinned. You grinned (or, at least, you looked quite pleased with yourself). Preened? You preened.
Then-
The door slammed open.
Barty didn’t even flinch. If anything, his day had just gotten much better.
Because there, standing in the doorway, looking half-feral and wholly pissed, was Regulus.
Barty could kiss you for this. Truly, he could. And, in fact, he might.
Because what was better than both of his partners being in the same room? A pissed off Reg.
“You,” Regulus growled, storming forward, shoulders tense, hair slightly out of place like he had run here. “Tell me you did not let her steal from Avery of all people.”
Oh he just adored you.
Barty just tilted his head, considering. Then he smirked. “Define ‘let.’”
Regulus made an exasperated sound, reaching for the ring in Barty’s hand.
Barty, quick as a viper, yanked him down by the collar.
Regulus barely had time to blink before Barty’s mouth was on his, stealing away every single ounce of righteous anger in one swift, practiced move.
Regulus, like the absolute fool that he was, immediately squeezed his eyes shut. Barty always found it the cutest thing- Regulus unable to help himself. As natural as a moody cat flicking its tail, as a lion roars and as a cougar stalks- Regulus Black closed his eyes for kisses.
Barty smirked against his lips. Eying the cute way his nose scrunched up and he let out a sound close to a whine- protests he never truly meant. The adorable sight complete with him reaching for Barty’s pockets; already knowing what Barty was up to.
And somehow? His free hand still slipped the ring into his pocket without obstacle.
You, still perched on the bed, let out a soft hum of approval, tail flicking as you watched with an utterly smug sort of delight.
Barty deepened the kiss for just a moment- long enough to enjoy the soft, reluctant way Regulus gave in before he pulled back with a smirk.
“What was that you were saying, love?” He purred, tapping Regulus’s chin lightly with his fingers. “Something about our dear ol’ Avery?”
Regulus huffed, eyes fluttering open, already scowling as he reached for Barty’s pocket again. “Give. It. Back.”
Barty grinned. “Give what back?”
Regulus glared. “The ring, Barty.”
“The ring?” Barty echoed, feigning confusion. He patted his chest, then his sides, then even made a show of checking under the pillow. “Hm. Don’t seem to have it.”
“You-” Regulus cut himself off, jaw tightening. Then his sharp gaze flickered to you, still perched happily on the bed, tail flicking with amusement.
“And you,” he accused. “You know exactly what you did.”
You tilted your head, ears twitching, looking every bit the picture of innocent curiosity.
Barty’s grin only widened. “Oh, come on, Reg,” he drawled, fingers lazily tracing circles on Regulus’s waist where he still had him held close. “Look at that face- does that look like the face of a thief?”
Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to summon the patience of Merlin himself.
“Turn back,” Barty said suddenly, looking at you now, voice smug and expectant.
You blinked up at him.
“Go on, love,” he coaxed, a lilt of challenge in his tone. “Let’s see those totally empty pockets of yours, shall we?”
For a moment, you debated staying in your niffler form- safe, small, and easy to scamper away if things got sticky. Barty looked ready to bite- Regulus too. But both were looking at you like they already knew.
With a soft huff, you shifted back into your human form- warm magic rippling over your body as you transformed.
Barty let out a bark of delighted laughter the second he saw you.
Because, oh, you were full of it.
Your pockets bulged comically, weighed down with far too many treasures- little trinkets and stolen baubles pressing against the fabric, revealing shapes of coins, buttons, and Merlin knew what else.
Regulus made an outright wounded noise. “Oh, for Salazar’s sake-”
Barty grabbed your wrist and yanked you down into his lap, laughing as he did so. “You absolute menace,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you tight. “Not a dull moment with you, hm?”
You wriggled slightly, but Barty just adjusted, pulling Regulus down with you in one smooth, easy move- trapping you both in his arms. Regulus made a sound of protest, but it was weak at best, his cheek pressed against your temple, caught between exasperation and reluctant affection.
Barty smirked against your hair. “Now,” he murmured, voice slow, teasing, “should we even bother to check her pockets? Or should we just accept the fact that our little niffler is a bloody menace and move on?”
Regulus groaned into your shoulder. “You both drive me mad.”
Barty just laughed, pleased as anything, nuzzling shamelessly against the two of you as you let out a small, smug hum of victory.
Because in a few hours, Regulus would make you empty your pockets and identify whose riches were whose. He’d likely scold you but give up half way through when he sees those pretty eyes of yours gloss.
He’d make you return them and Barty would be alone in his room again. Waiting.
