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black-occamy · 3 months

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It is a good time to panic!

Written for @goodgodfathersiriusblack Fest - however please note that in this AU wizards are not pretending to follow any form of christianity. Also, in this AU everybody lives HAPPILY, because I said so. To learn more about Fey-parents check this post. 2.2k words, rated T, Occamy-verse AU

He needed to hide. Now.

Harry burst into the Quidditch changing room, breathing heavily. Quick look around ensured that no one was in. He nearly threw the Firebolt onto the rack and stopped. It was too recognisable. If he left it here, anyone would know where he was hiding.

It took him just a moment of hesitation and a sound of voices from the outside to reach a decision. Holding the broom close to his chest, he squeezed inside of the storage locker and quickly shut the door.

The voices grew nearer. He peeked through the cracks in the locker door, but no one was entering the changing room. Harry took a deep breath in and out through his nose. Then, with a bit of difficulty, he slid his hand into the pocket of his robe and fished out his smartphone.

Four PM. Sirius should be alone at home at this time. He bit his lip and selected “Padfoot” on OwlChat. (Read more on AO3 or below)

“Need help”

The message made a whooshing sound and Harry quickly muted his phone. He stared at the screen for a couple minutes, trying to ignore Ron’s voice that was quite clearly calling his name. He almost jumped when the three dots appeared on the bottom of the screen.

“What’s up?”

He started typing, but Sirius on the other end of the chat was faster.

“U ok?”

“Where R U?”

“B there in 5?”

Harry groaned inwardly. He probably shouldn’t have started with a call for help. He added quickly:

“Need advice”

The dots seemed to hesitate for a second.

“🤙 or 🔮?”

Harry grinned. Crystal ball emoji was Sirius' go-to sign for talking through their enchanted mirrors.

“Cannot talk, kinda hiding rn”

“🤫 spell?”

It was a nice way for Sirius to suggest Muffliato without actually typing the word in the chatbox, Harry thought. They’ve discovered a while ago that whenever his Fey-father actually spelled a spell, their phones would simultaneously restart. Even Auntie Gem didn’t have that effect on electronics.

“🤙 1 sec”

Ron’s voice seemed to move further away now. Harry peeked again around the empty changing room and whispered the incantation. A soft murmur of the magical energy filled the locker and hung in the air like a buzzing of tiny, invisible wings.

He rested his back against the back of the closet and held the phone in front of him, selecting a video call. Sirius’ face came up on the screen almost instantly.

“Harry! Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, sorry,” he whispered. “Kinda. I mean, I’m not in any danger, if that’s what you’re asking.”

His Fey-father’s eyes measured him up and down through the screen.

“You sure? Where are you?”

“Uhm… Quidditch changing room.”

“Inside a locker?”

Harry hesitated for a second. “Yeah… how did you…?”

“Long story,” Sirius chuckled and his grey eyes lit up a little. “You’re not the first one to hide in those, believe me.”

Somehow he wouldn’t think to doubt Padfoot about a thing like this.

“So, what do you need, kiddo?”

Harry bit his lip. For a moment he considered saying something along the lines of ‘nothing really, all is fine’, but decided against it. Sirius waited, concern written all over his face. Well, nowhere to fall but in.

“When did you realise…?” Harry began and stopped, looking for the right words.

“Realise what?”

“Uh… well…” He felt his cheeks reddening. “Um… that you fancied guys and girls the same?”

Sirius stared at him for a second or two, before a grin spread across his face. “That I was bisexual?”

“Uhh, that’s the term, yeah?” The reddening was reaching his ears now.

“Wow, I… didn’t expect that kind of question, lemme think…” Sirius knitted his brows but Harry knew his expressions well enough by now to realise his Fey-father didn’t need the time to consider the answer. Red-hot sensation creeped onto his neck. “That would have been around sixth grade, give or take.”

“Sixth???” Harry stifled a horrified yelp.

“You okay there, kiddo?”

“That’s… that’s longer than I… I can’t wait that long, Sirius!”

“Hold on, hold on,” the screen shook for a moment and Harry realised that his Fey-father shifted his position in the armchair he was seated in to hold the phone more on the face level. “What do you mean, wait that long? What…?”

“The ball is next month!”

“Ball…?”

“I didn’t ask anyone yet, because I don’t know who to ask, and if I don’t know who I like, I will just make an idiot of myself…”

“Harry…”

“Sixth grade! What do I do until then? What did you do? How would I know if…”

“Just hold on a second, kid…”

“I can’t! I didn’t ask anyone, what if I end up without a date? What if I end up with the wrong date? What if they hate me? Or worse - what if they like me and I figure that ‘nah, I’m not into that gender’ later?” Harry nearly screamed the last part, before he remembered where he was. On his phone’s screen Sirius was waiting, a grin not leaving his lips.

“Ready to chat now?”

“It’s not funny, Sirius!” he growled and his Fey-father’s face straightened up.

“I know, kiddo. I’m not laughing at you, you just… caught me a bit by surprise, you know?”

Harry opened his mouth, but instead of saying more he just sighed. For a short while he and Sirius looked at each other through the screens. His Fey-father cleared his throat.

“Let’s start with what made you call me, okay?”

“I almost asked someone out,” he admitted glumly. “Nearly said it, but then I kinda panicked and ran here.”

“Okay, that’s something. Wanna tell me who that is?”

Harry shook his head.

“That’s fine, sure, sure… Bloke or gal?”

“Bloke,” Harry whispered under his breath and Sirius nodded.

“You like him?”

“I don’t know, Sirius, that’s the point!”

“Well, how does he make you feel, then?”

Harry hesitated. There were surely enough emotions he had and stupid feelings he felt, but even now, naming them was a struggle. “Messed up?,” he tried and Sirius grinned again.

“But in a ‘I wanna kill him one of these days’ kinda way or more ‘if we don’t have classes together soon I’m gonna die’ way?”

“Uhm…”

“It’s okay if it’s both, you know.”

“Why does it have to be so complicated?” Harry complained and his Fey-father shrugged.

“Because that’s emotions and we’re humans, Harry. That’s just how it is. You can be sure that this bloke of yours is messing his head about this thing just like you are now.”

“I doubt it and it’s barely helpful…”

“Well…”

A door on Sirius’ side of the call creaked open and Harry recognised Gemma’s voice in the distance.

“Oh, you’re on a call…?”

“Yep.”

Sirius’ hand covered the camera and the screen and Harry felt a sudden wave of gratefulness towards him. He still coughed out loud, “Uh, hi, Auntie Gem!”

“Harry?” Sirius stood up and turned the camera so that her face appeared in the view. She smiled at him with that small, reserved grin that he already found familiar. “Everything all right at school?”

“Yeah, yeah, all fine,” Harry noticed that Sirius’ head turned a little towards Gemma’s hair and his face softened for a moment. “Uhm…”

“We’ll continue that in the study, Gems, if you need the bedroom.”

“Yes, a change of clothes would be nice,” she moved away a little and pecked a small kiss on Sirius’ jaw for which - Harry knew - she had to rise to her tiptoes. “Run along then, boys.”

The view from the camera swirled. Sirius’ face came back after a moment as he walked down the corridor.

“You still there, kiddo?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where were we…”

“This whole thing being bloody complicated.”

His Fey-father chuckled. There was a creak of a door opening to another room. “Oh, occupied?”

“I was just finishing, Pads,” this time it was Lupin’s voice and Sirius’ hand again covered the phone. “Did I hear Gemma coming home?”

“You sure did.”

“Who’s on the phone then?”

“Hello, Uncle Remus,” Harry said out loud and stifled a small sigh. He wondered why he had even considered Sirius would be alone at Grimmauld Place.

“Harry! Is everything okay?” The camera was now showing faces of both men, Sirius’ arm wrapped around Lupin’s. Harry nodded.

“Yes, yes, all fine…”

“Very well then. Sirius, it’s your turn to cook today, by the way.”

“Again?”

Harry sniggered as Remus’ face disappeared and his steps moved away. Sirius took a seat at the desk, resting the phone against something.

“I swear it’s like I’m cooking every other day for those two,” he complained, rolling his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have made that stew for my birthday, Sirius,” Harry decided to point out, the memory of the dish making his stomach rumble. He realised he hadn't eaten since lunch because of the Quidditch training.

His Fey-father shook his head and sighed, “If only that was it, kiddo. Sorry for all the interruptions. Where were we again?”

Harry hesitated. For a brief moment his mind wandered back to his birthday feast and this time he wasn’t focused on the - unquestionably delicious - vegetable stew. He thought about these three adults that dragged him into their lives without a second of hesitation, whose own connection he had been watching all summer. Granted, at first Remus tried to pretend like there was nothing between him and both Gemma and Sirius. And at first Harry didn’t want to pry - after all, those were adult things he didn’t feel he should be a part of. Soon enough however, the moment the first full moon Sirius as Padfoot went to accompany Remus during his transformation, Aunt Gemma sat him by the kitchen table, and in short and simple words explained what polyamory was and why Lupin was hesitant for them all to reveal it. Harry remembered thinking then how messed up the society was to even care to barge into someone’s private life like that.

“Harry?”

He blinked, looking at his Fey-father again, at the concerned look in those grey eyes that he has already seen so full of joy and love over the summer.

“How did you do that?” He asked finally, thinking of the way Auntie Gem laughed at Sirius’ jokes and how, after all was explained, Remus’ shoulder served his Fey-father as a pillow over summer evenings.

Something glimmered in those grey eyes and Harry knew that without having to explain further he was understood. “Wish I could tell you, kiddo. Dumb luck, I suppose?”

“Well, that’s hardly something I can count on, can I?”

“Hardly, that’s for sure!” Sirius laughed. “Honestly though, Harry, if there was one successful set of guidelines on relationships then no one would ever be alone. I know that’s not the kind of advice you wanted to hear.”

“No kidding…”

“Tell you what,” Sirius leaned closer to the screen, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hum. “In the end it doesn’t matter at all if you’re bi, gay or straight, or anything in between. There’s no wrong way to love someone. It’s just how you act upon it that can be harmful, either to them or to yourself.”

Harry nodded slowly. There was something new in his Fey-father’s eyes, something much more solemn than he was used to.

“You’re a good kid, Harry. I know that and you should too. Just keep being mindful, both about the bloke you like and yourself, and you’ll be just fine. You’ll see.”

“Or the girl,” Harry added weakly and Sirius chuckled.

“She makes you feel all messed up too?”

“All sorts of messed up, yeah.”

“I know the feeling,” another grin brightened his Fey-father’s face and Harry couldn’t help but smile in return. “It’s all gonna work out in the end, kiddo.”

“That's crap advice, Sirius,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. Somewhere in his left foot an itch began from being stuck in one position for too long. “But uhm… the other one kinda helps, I think. The being mindful one.”

“Glad to be of help, kiddo. Ready to step out of the closet?”

Harry cast a glance around, “The locker for now.”

“Baby steps,” Sirius grinned and winked at him. “Let me know how it goes later?”

“Sure will. Thank you, Sirius.”

“Any time, Harry.”

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It was a couple hours later, when Harry was getting ready to go to sleep (after listening through the whole supper to Ron complaining about him ‘running away from the pitch as if it were dragons entering, not the Slytherin team’) that he picked up the phone to see a message from Sirius. It was uncharacteristically long.

"Harry, I talked to Gems and Moony (no deets, so don’t worry) and there’s one more piece of advice we can give you. Be yourself. You want the other person to love you for being you, not someone you pretend to be around them."

He grinned, scrolling further.

"I know I’d be scoffing on that kind of crap advice when I was your age, but trust us on that one, will you? We love you, kiddo. All three of us."

Harry rested his head on the pillow, staring at the OwlChat window on the phone he held above his head for a while. Tomorrow, he decided.

"Thank you for the advice, pack. You’re the best. Goodnight!"

Tomorrow he will go and invite his crush to a ball.

Thank you for reading!

#sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #occamy verse #good fey-father #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 hp fanfic #polyamory #ao3 oc fanfic #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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Reblog to see how chaotic we are!

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thelegitcasper · 1 month

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regulus to james

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milleeeeeee · 1 year

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pt.7

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allaboutlov3 · 3 days

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I can’t stop thinking about the discussion James and Regulus must have had when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. James would smirk at Regulus for a looooong time.

But oh how sweet Regulus comeback was when Harry was chosen as seeker for the quidditch team.

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aethon-recs · 8 months

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Tomarrymort Recs by aethon 🐍

Hi! Thank you for your interest in this blog 🤍 This is a rec blog focused exclusively on Tomarrymort recs.

If you're looking for Tomarrymort rec lists, keep reading! I will keep this master list of links updated as I post more rec lists to this blog.

My standard list of rec list disclaimers:

• Please mind all tags and warnings on AO3 before reading (including CCNTW, explanation here). I strive to include a diverse range of fic genres and ratings in my rec lists, so you'll come across lighter fare such as fluff and crack fics, along with fics that may cover darker themes. • Recs are always listed in alphabetical order by title. • Because I'm reccing Tomarrymort ship fics (all ratings from G through E) rather than gen fics, I aim to find fics where both characters in the ship are a meaningful part of the story; there isn't significant focus dedicated to side ships for Harry or Tom before getting to the endgame ship; and the Tomarrymort ship is central to the story. • Finally, this blog is not a fic-finding blog, but please visit our friends at @findingtomarrymort if you're having trouble locating a specific fic!

Tomarrymort Recs Master List

I. Longfic Recs

Part 1 — Tomarrymort Beginner Pack (10 fics) Part 2 — Intermediate Pack (16 fics) Part 3 — Advanced Pack (12 fics) (coming soon) Part 4 — 2024 Longfic Update Pack

II. Themed Rec Lists

Harry-Raises-Tom Riddle recs (14 fics) Voldemort-Raises-Harry recs (13 fics) Omega Tom Riddle | Voldemort recs (9 fics) Fem Tomarrymort (F/F) recs (15 fics) Part 1 — Dead Dove Tomarrymort recs — Non-Con/Dub-Con (30 fics) Part 2 — Dead Dove Tomarrymort recs — Incest / Chan (25 fics) Tomarrymort Recs by Horcrux (22 fics)

III. Answered Asks

Professor Potter recs (13 fics) Professor Riddle recs (12 fics) Tom & Harry Co-parenting recs (8 fics) Creature Fic (naga, vampire, mermaid, werewolf, veela) recs (25 fics) Unhinged/Dark Harry recs (13 fics) Independent/Strong-Willed Harry recs (10 fics) 1940s-era Tomarrymort recs (23 fics) Tomarrymort crack recs (34 fics) Tomarrymort casefic/mystery recs (15 fics) (coming soon) Snake-Like Voldemort recs

IV. Recs by Publication Date

24 Tomarrymort Recs for 2022 (24 fics) Jan 2023 recs (10 fics) Feb 2023 recs (30 fics) December 2023 HP Rec Fest (36 fics) 23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 — One-Shot Edition (23 fics) 23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 — Multi-Chaptered Fics (23 fics)

#Pinned Post #rec master list #tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter

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soliblomst · 1 month

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Harry reminding Rose about his blindness, and Rose having the sweetest reaction to it.

From: The Boy from the Piano Shop ch8

Harry and Rose is probably the relationship I enjoyed writing the most in this fic (after Draco and Harry, obviously)!

#drarry #drarry fanfic #ao3 #hp fanart #blind harry #rose weasley #harry potter

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moonyswarmsweaters · 17 days

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”I’m tired, I think I will go to bed”

She said, opening yet another fanfic about dead gay wizards form the 70s.

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multiimoments · 1 month

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Happy birthday James Potter!

🎂 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 [𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧] 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✨

Since last year, James (especially the versions from these fics) has helped me understand myself, make sense of life, and manage changes more than I can adequately express. ILY James and thank you to all of these authors 💛

Also, I love all Jameses, but I am partial to desi James bc I am also desi 💌

Fics mentioned:

📖 Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

📖 Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

📖 Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

📖 The Long Game by @lackadaisicallizard

📖 Kill Your Darlings by messermoon

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P. S. Kindly do not come at me for liking Jily. I have been reconnecting with them & I do not find them boring & don't care to hear about it any more than I already have in this fandom. pls and thanks 🥰

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coldemergency · 9 months

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Voldemort: I can touch you now!

Harry: *Moans* Be gentle, it's my first time

Voldemort:

Voldemort: Why do you always have to make it weird?

Harry: If I stop being weird I'll literally die

#harry potter #incorrect quotes #tomarry #fanfic #tom riddle #harry potter is a menace #harrymort #voldemort #fanfiction #hp #tomarrymort #ao3 #bad flirting

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serpentineego · 4 months

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Venenatum

Sneak peak of Chapter 18, "Deep Within"

Present Day

“Where are we, exactly?” Hermione asked as she gazed out the window of the small cottage, “It’s like I’m seeing everything again for the first time.”

“We are along the northeast coast of Scotland,” Draco offered, “somewhere near Wick, I believe.”

“I don’t think you could get any further north than that,” observed Hermione dryly as she flicked her gaze briefly to Draco and flashed him a quick smile before turning her attention back to the picturesque scenery before her.

Draco studied the witch as she watched the sunrise. They had barely touched on what happened to her since they arrived. The only thing Hermione had told him was that it felt like she had just been pulled from a terrible, never-ending nightmare where she had little control over what she did. Everything in the last two years had been blurry and unclear, until Theo returned what he could of her mind to her. It almost sounded as though she had been Imperio’d. Her description left Draco feeling a whirlwind of hatred and sadness. Hermione had not had any real control over her life in the last two years because the Order controlled her with that fucking hex. Watching her look at the sky as though she hadn’t seen it in years threatened to crush the façade of control Draco was desperately trying to maintain.

“Indeed,” Draco replied lamely, not knowing what else to say. He wasn’t sure how much of anything she did remember over the last couple years, and damned if he would be the one to bring any of that terrible shit up and possibly upset her. That was the last thing he wanted. Hermione pulled her attention away from the window and looked at him carefully before sighing.

“Go ahead,” she said in an exasperated voice aimed at him.

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked as his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“I know you have a million questions running through that brain of yours,” Hermione said as she smirked, “go ahead and ask me some of them. I know you must be absolutely dying to know everything.”

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black-occamy · 7 months

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Remadora Microfics - Day 1: Haunted

Written for @remadoramicrofics October prompts, 916 words I almost failed in writing it on time...

Written as part of my Occamy-verse AU, so: everybody lives, everybody lives HAPPILY, there will be insane amount of fluff and cuteness, there will be mentions of polyamory.

The carousel began to rotate, children’s shouts overlapping with the merry music. Remus stood on the side with a bunch of other parents, watching the oversize teacups begin to swirl. He searched for Teddy’s blue hair with his eyes, noticing the boy was happily shouting something to the other kids in his cup. It wasn’t like he would be leaving them alone, he reminded himself.

“C’mon, Rem,” Dora tugged on his arm, much like a giddy kid herself. “They’re not gonna disappear if you stop watching for a bloody second.”

If anyone had bothered to ask him before, Remus would have a number of arguments as to why having a date night at the Muggle amusement park would not be his personal choice. Unlucky for him, neither Dora, nor Sirius bothered, instead arranging to take him and all the kids from Grimmauld Place to spend an evening out as a surprise. He didn’t even have his regular supportive voice of Gemma, who was out on the Auror business this week. Faced with a bunch of pre-purchased tickets, and the pleading eyes of Teddy and Lenore, he could hardly refuse.

Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 ❤

Remus spotted his daughter in another carousel vessel. She was completely focused on drawing more tattoos on Sirius, who was seemingly dozing off, one of his arms casually thrown over the edge of his seat. On the previous ride, it was Scorpius who had won the opportunity to ride with “Uncle Pads” and diligently drew even more rune-like symbols on Sirius’ palms than there was already. The boy apparently didn’t notice that as soon as the ride ended, all the drawings mysteriously disappeared.

“Rem, for Merlin’s sake,” Dora finally managed to pull him away, leading him through the crowd of people towards some other carnival attraction. “Sirius offered to look after those little monsters, stop worrying.”

“You know how I don’t like you two ganging up on me,” he complained half-heartedly, following her. His wife cast him a smug look over her shoulder and grinned.

“Cheer up, love. You’ve been spending too much time working lately, you deserve a break.”

Remus sighed. She wasn’t wrong there. Between preparing for classes and finishing his second book, he hardly had enough time to spend with the family and often he would just excuse himself and fall asleep before Dora was even done putting the kids to their beds.

“I know, I’m sorry for…”

“We’re here!” She interrupted him gleefully. “What do you think?”

He raised his eyebrows quizzically. They stood in front of a dilapidated construction that tried to pretend that it was a mansion of some sorts. Tattered curtains swayed on non-existent wind from broken windows. Front door, with remnants of torn-off wooden boards, was wide open, leading off to a dimly lit corridor. An older lady in black laced gown was sitting on a small chair next to it.

“Welcome to the Haunted House,” she sighed as they approached, shooting them a bored look from above the crossword puzzle. “Two tickets for you, lovelies?”

“Yes, please, ma’am!” Dora beamed, scooping the tickets from the crooked fingers. Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The inside was no less cardboard-looking as the front, with flickering electric light pretending to be candle flame and artificial cobwebs covering almost every surface in amounts and patterns that somehow made him think of a really crochet-oriented spider. Dora snickered to herself, passing from room to room, while several jump-scare mannequins kept popping from left or right. There was an old bed linen with holes for the eyes, a skeleton with a few missing ribs, something that was barely resembling an old-school Dracula and a scrawny-looking furry creature that made Remus snort in amusement. He watched Dora as she wrapped her arm around the vampire-like mannequin and turned her face pale white to match it.

“Behold, overvorked mortal,” she called in an accent that didn’t resemble anything in particular, but somehow did indeed sound like a vampire should. “Vor I am Baroness ov dis mansion and I ‘ave cometh vor your blood!”

“Oh, woe on me,” Remus gasped, hiding a smile. “I’m all out of blood at the moment. Will cotton candy outside be enough, your baronessness?”

“Vot is dat cotton-candy ye speaketh ov, mortal?” Dora abandoned the mannequin and ran in his direction, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She flashed him a smile, showing off she transformed her teeth into pointy fangs. For some reason it looked really good on her.

“Someone will see, Dora,” Remus protested weakly, not sure if he was thinking about her morphing ability or the sudden display of affection. She scoffed and rose to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He didn’t oppose that.

“You’re no fun sometimes, Remus,” she murmured, rubbing her nose against his. “Who cares if someone sees us? We’re bloody grownups, with kids, for Merlin’s sake!”

“Well, we’re also in public…”

“We’re in a public haunted mansion, big deal,” she gave him another kiss. “I have an idea. Let’s hide in that coffin, make out, and then scare the shit of some non-magicals, yeah?”

“Hmmm, yes to the first and to the second, but hell no to the third.”

“No fun, this one,” Dora sighed, pulling his arm. “C’mon then. We have about twenty minutes before Sirius gets nauseated from all the cup spinning and loses one of the kids. I hope it’s Teddy.”

“Mother of the year, my wife, everyone.”

“Shut up and kiss me, werewolf boy.”

#remadora #remus x tonks #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #sirius black #my wizarding boyfriends #ao3 hp fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #occamy verse #remadora microfics october #Remadora microfics #pack dynamics #pack polycule #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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pinkinku · 3 months

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Bubblegum Pink

fandom: harry potter

pairing: tom riddle x bimbo!reader

description: Tom Riddle hates your guts. But he can use your stupidity to his own advantage.

word count: 4,4k

warnings!: rough sex, hate fuck, verbal humiliation, face slapping, face fucking, rape/non-con, possessive!tom riddle, dominant!tom riddle, dumb!reader, manhandling, coquette!reader, the color pink, extremely dubious consent, love potion, attempted rape, praise kink.

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Tom Riddle hated everything about you. Especially your astounding stupidity that seemed to have no bounds. He was staring at you while trying to study at the library where a few tables seated with students separated you from him. He should’ve been studying, he had a lot of assignments to work ahead on, but instead, here were you, for no other reason but do distract him. Tom had no idea why you even came, it’s not like you were going to learn anything. You were the weakling in your year, and he had no idea how you managed to pass all the classes enough to get to Seventh Year. Whenever professors asked you a question in class, you only blinked at them in confusion, and instead of answering you chewed on that ridiculous bubble gum that was always in your mouth. Tom had never tasted it and he had no intention to indulge in muggle things like that, not only because it reminded him of you, but because wanted to separate himself from mudbloods like you as well as he could.

That’s what you were — a mudblood. That was enough of a reason to hate you. But of course, as everything with you, being a dumb mudblood was not the only sin of yours. He hated your hair, your clothes, your bubbly personality, your Hufflepuff house, that silly pink bubble gum always making you slur your words. Tom could swear you never did any of the schoolwork yourself, you had some smart friends who were always there to help you out. Why would anyone want to be your friend was also a mystery to him.

You were incredibly annoying. Even now, at the library where everyone was supposed to be working you were whispering something into your Hufflepuff best friend’s ear, then laughing when he whispered something back. Your laugh was quiet and barely audible, but he was looking at you, and he knew you were laughing, he saw the way your breasts wiggled under your uniform shirt. He sneered at the sight, his eyes involuntarily lingering on the rest of your body, starting with those plump breasts that the buttons of your shirt seemed to barely hold up, moving to your scandalously short uniform skirt—Tom had no idea why none of the professors ever pointed out to you that dressing like a whore was inappropriate—ending with your light pink tights and hot pink high heels. The only thing you weren’t that stupid about was the dress code — you knew it and still decided to break the rules every day. Wearing pink wasn’t prohibited, as weren’t high heels or that childish pink bow that held your hair away from your face, but it didn’t go well with your Hufflepuff-yellow tie or scarf, and yet you didn’t seem to care. You loved pink. You were a stupid little mudblood who wore pink and chewed bubble gum and made him crazy mad. He hated you for that too. He felt his jaw clench to the point of breaking when you leaned into the friend you came here with to whisper something in his ear too, and as you did, the first button of your shirt popped open.

Tom stood up, his chair scraping the ground. He gathered his books and scrolls in record speed. He passed your table as he found his way to the exit, and when you saw him, you beamed up at him as if you’ve never been happier to see anyone else. You were so unbearably nice to everyone, greeting and helping everyone out and thanking for every little thing someone did for you. It was only a matter of time before someone decided to exploit that mix of kind and dumb that you unfortunately were an embodiment of. Your lush body and skimpy fashion were of no help to your cause.

“Hi, Tom!” you cheered, eyes going wide, teeth grinding on that sodding bubble gum. Your exclamation was so loud that the four people at your table and a few behind you tried to shush you, but you didn’t seem to realize you did something wrong — you probably didn’t even know you were at the library, and that’s how you got here.

Trying to gather himself when all he wished was to curse that foolish smile off your face, Tom answered calmly, “Hello.” He couldn’t show how much he hated you, he couldn’t cause any suspicion, so he treated you just like everybody else — politely, indifferently.

Your smile widened even more—was that possible?—when he answered your greeting.

He was a lot of things, but indifferent when it came to you was not one of them.

The quidditch game was supposed to start in fifteen minutes, and you had lost your wand.

It was an accident, you didn’t mean to lose it, you were walking to the quidditch stadium, crossing the bridge, when a small bowtruckle caught your attention. You stopped, ran to the side of the bridge, and beamed at the tiny green creature. It looked almost the same as the spring grass around it, but you were good at spotting the little things, at least that’s what you thought about yourself, so when you saw this bowtruckle, you couldn’t help but greet it, “Hey, little guy, what are you doing down there?”

You thought it might want to climb up, but it was too small, so you decided the best thing to do was to use your wand and pull it up. You took out your wand, pointed it at the bowtruckle… and your wand fell! You panicked, ran down the bridge to the spot where you saw your wand fall wand and started searching for it. But neither your wand nor the bowtruckle were anywhere to be seen…

None other than Tom Riddle found you on your knees on the grass, desperately trying to find your wand. You didn’t hear him come, so when he said, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the game?” you gasped, flinching, and turned around to see him right behind you. His gaze was dark and focused on where you were kneeling. You smiled at him, as you always did, although this time a little nervously, turning your full body to him and pulling your pink skirt down that had ridden up in the search for your only tool for magic. “I lost my wand,” you said.

He shook his head, as if it was hard to believe something like that could’ve happened to a wizard, although everyone who were your friends knew this wasn’t unusual. You saw the corners of his lips lift into a crooked smile. “And how did you manage that, huh?” he asked.

You explained to him what had happened. Tom chuckled when you finished telling that story, and something dark in his voice, something you couldn’t name and would never even dare to—something in that laughter made you shiver.

“It fell somewhere here…” you mumbled, patting the grass that was still damp from the morning dew.

Without a warning, Tom grabbed your forearm and pulled you to your feet, saying, “Accio wand,” as your wand came flying to his hand from under the bridge you lost it on.

You sighed in relief, then giggled, reaching out for your wand in Tom’s hand. “Oh, thank you… I lost it for good…”

But when you tried to take your wand, Tom pulled it away. Your frowned in confusion. He leaned into you, all the while keeping your wand at a distance you couldn’t reach, and whispered, his dark eyes piercing through you, “And what will you give me in return for your wand?” he demanded.

You blinked. “Whatever you want…”

Something glinted in his eyes, the sharp edges of his face grew severe. Then he chuckled again. “A very dangerous suggestion, little one.”

You frowned again, blinking a few times. “I’m not little,” you said. “We’re the same age.”

Instead of answering, Tom put your wand in your unsteady hand and stepped away, as if only now composing himself. Whatever confusion you felt evaporated, and you joyfully smiled at him again. “Thanks!”

He looked your outfit up and down again now that you were standing at full height. In your own opinion, your pink outfit today was really nice – since it was the weekend, you could take more freedom in your fashion. Today you decided to wear a glittery crop top with straps and a short velvet mini skirt with very high heels, but you were short so even they didn’t help your height case with Tom standing right next to you.

“You’re going to wear that to the game?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

You grinned at him, “Yes!” turning around to show off all angles, even though you had a feeling he had already seen more than enough while you were on your knees. “Do you like it?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He didn’t answer your question.

“You know that the stadium will be full of boys – both fans and players alike?” he asked.

You blinked. “Uhm, I guess so… There will be both boys and girls…” you trailed off.

“And you don’t think your clothes are too provocative for that occasion?”

You frowned. “I think they’re nice…”

He stared at you, then chuckled again. “Of course, I forgot who I was talking to. Yes, they’re nice.”

His admiration brightened your mood immediately, putting back the smile on your face. “Are you going to the game too?”

Tom once again ignored your question, his eyes never leaving your body and your face. But now he looked around as if searching for someone. “Why are you here all alone?” he asked. “Where are your friends? It’s not safe for you to be walking around all by yourself, little one. Someone might… get the wrong idea.”

You blinked, but decided to ignore the name he called you. He probably called every girl that, to be nice, the same way you smiled and helped everyone. This time he was the one who helped you.

“Oh, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world!” you said. “Nothing bad could happen to me here.”

A strange smile adorned Tom’s face. He seemed to be thinking something through.

“Oh, I got an idea!” you exclaimed. “We can go to the game together!”

As a real gentleman, Tom accompanied you to the game while you were trying to understand the meaning behind his strange words.

There was a party at the Slytherin common room, and your best friend dragged you there, not that you had any objections—you loved dressing up, and this was the perfect chance to do so. You opted out for a bubble pink colored dress with short sleeves, deep V shape neckline and flowy short skirt. Underneath you added baby pink tights with decorative bows on top. Your outfit wouldn’t be finished without another pair of bows in your hair that held up two ponytails and glittery pointed pumps.

These pumps were very high heeled, and you kind of regretted putting them on because now you were sitting on a green velvet sofa next to a Slytherin boy who claimed to be your friend’s friend and gave you a second drink of the night— and you knew you’d fall if you tried to stand up; whatever was in that first drink must’ve been strong because your head was already dizzy and everything around you seemed blurry.

“Hey, do you see my friend that I came here with?” you asked the Slytherin boy who had put his arm over your shoulders while you tried not to vomit. You were chewing your gum, and it made the dizzying feeling less intense. “I’m afraid he’ll have to carry me back to the Hufflepuff common room… I don’t think I can stand up…”

There were more guys sitting all around you and one more beside you on the sofa, and they all laughed. You giggled with them. It was funny how drunk you got so fast.

“I can take you to the common room,” the Slytherin boy who gave you the drinks said.

You smiled. “Really? That would be great! I really don’t want to bother my friend, he always has to carry me when I get too drunk…” you trailed off.

The boy leaned closer to you. You felt his breath on your lips. “Sure, love, but first, finish your drink.”

You looked down at the cup in your hands. You didn’t want to finish it, you were afraid to vomit all over the boy, but he was so nice to get you a second drink, you didn’t want it to go to waste, so you started slowly sipping on it.

The Slytherin boy shifted in his seat, taking a vial of pink liquid out of his pocket. You eyed it as he inquired, “You know what this is, love?” You shook your head, which made you even more dizzy. “This is a potion that can make you feel really good.” You frowned. “I can put it in your drink, and if you drink it, it’ll make you feel as light as a feather. See? It’s pink, love. You like, pink, don’t you?” Your eyes lit up at the word pink. The potion was beautiful. It couldn’t be poison, and it looked like it would taste delicious.

You chewed on your gum and nodded. The boys around you laughed. The boy that talked you into this opened the vial of the potion and poured its contents into your cup. He reached out his hand to your face then, his thumb brushing over your lower lip that had puckered out.

“Drink up, love. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

You looked down at the drink that now turned a bit pink. You were ready to drink it because you wanted to feel very good, but before the edge of the cup touched your lips, someone grabbed your hand, forcing you to spill the drink on the carpet. That same someone pulled you up from the sofa. You smiled when you saw Tom’s face. You were always happy to see him, but you were even happier that he was at the same party as you were.

“Hi, Tom!” you said.

He wasn’t looking at you, though. He was gripping your forearm to the point of pain, but his darkened eyes were on the boy who gave you the drink.

“Are you fucking crazy, Avery?” Tom spat at the boy whose eyes had slightly widened, but he soon regained his composure.

“What’d you mean? It’s all consensual. She wanted it,” he said.

“You think you’re so funny?” Tom said. “Will it still be funny if I tell the headmaster you tried to feed love potion to one of your classmates?”

You frowned, trying to blink away the film of blurriness that was distorting your vision. You had no idea what was going on.

The Slytherin boy sneered, cackling, “Fuck, man, have this stupid bitch all to yourself if you want to.”

The other boys around laughed, echoing the first one.

Tom’s grip on your arm tightened as he dragged through the sea of bodies, lights, and music, and up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. He let you go only when he opened the door to the bedroom with only one bed. He pushed you inside and closed the door behind. You looked around, taking in the dark gray and green interior. You confusedly remembered that Tom was a prefect. Prefects had separate rooms. This one must’ve been his.

“Hey, Tom, why did you bring me here—” you began.

When he turned to you, the anger was gone from his face; he chuckled darkly, shaking his head to himself.

“You’re a real stupid bitch, do you know that?” he said. “Do you have even the slightest idea how fucking dumb you are?”

You flinched, hugging your shaky arms around yourself. There were marks of Tom’s fingers on the forearm he grabbed.

“Why are you calling me that?” you whispered.

He stepped closer, towering over you. “Because you are. Do you know what those guys would’ve done to you after you took that potion?”

You swallowed, chewing on your gum. “The potion would’ve made me feel good.”

He laughed again, just like those boys in the common room. “That was a love potion, you stupid girl. They would’ve raped you, gang fucked you on that very carpet and you would’ve liked it because you wouldn’t know how to hate it!” he shouted through gritted teeth.

“No…” you said quietly, feeling tears prickle in your eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, they would’ve hurt you! And you’re fucking crying because I saved you from them?” You shook your head, tears running down your cheeks as you stared at the ground. Tom grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re so fucking nice to everyone but not everyone is that nice, Y/N.”

You sniffled. “He was nice to me…”

Tom laughed. “Because he wanted to fuck you.”

Your eyes widened. “But—you’re nice to me, Tom…”

He leaned in. You felt his hot breath ghost over your lips. “Maybe because I want to fuck your stupid brains out too.”

He didn’t give you enough time to think over his words as his lips crushed to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth as his hands roamed over your body. His tongue fished out the bubble gum out of your mouth, transferring it to his. His roaming hand grabbed your hair by one of the bow-tied ponytails as he ripped your face off himself. He looked down at you as you breathed heavily from his attack on your mouth. His half-lidded gaze focused on you as he chewed your gum once, twice, then spat it out on the floor beside you. He pulled your ponytail back, the burning pain in your scalp making you stumble back as he walked into you until you reached the edge of his bed and fell on top of it.

“You think those guys were laughing with you, Y/N? You think they liked your jokes? No, they were laughing at you, because you’re so fucking stupid it’s ridiculous.”

You sobbed, more tears falling from your eyes, but he didn’t stop.

“But they also wanted to wet their dicks in all your holes, to rip off these slutty clothes—”

He illustrated his words with actions when grabbed the top of your dress and ripped it in half, exposing your breasts and forcing a gasp out of you. Only the skirt was left in one piece. His eyes focused on your breasts as he twisted your nipples painfully, making you sob.

“Shh, don’t cry, little one,” he said quietly, even softly, as he fondled your breasts pushing you to lie down on the bed with his body on top of you. “Those guys would’ve taken you tonight one by one. But they don’t deserve you to be nice to them. Only I do.”

He took your torn dress off you in one swift move and now you were half-naked before him. Diverting his attention from your breasts, which made you feel the cold air of the room and shiver from it, Tom grabbed one of your ponytails while he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers with the other.

Your eyes widened when he freed his cock. Your throat went dry at the sight of it, hard and pulsing, the head of it angry red, glistening with precum. Tom grinned at you, guiding the head of his cock to your lips and forcing your head forward. “Open that stupid mouth of yours,” he commanded quietly.

You did as he said, you wanted to taste him after all. The moment your mouth open, he thrust the full length of his cock past your lips until it reached your throat, making you gag. He grabbed the other ponytail with his free hand and controlled the movements of your head on his cock, bobbing it up and down ruthlessly. More tears ran down your cheeks, and you didn’t know if they were from the crying, from the pressure in your throat or the lack of air.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to stuff my cock in your mouth whenever something stupid came out of it? Just to shut you up, little one?” You didn’t answer, only gagged as he rhythmically fucked your throat.

Tom was going to say something else but got too overwhelmed. A few more thrusts, and he finally pulled out of your throat. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, as the hands that still held your ponytail took out the bows out of it. Your hair fell free on your shoulders.

You swallowed when Tom pushed at your shoulders until you lay flat on your back.

“Tom, please—” you whispered.

“Shh,” Tom silenced you, ripping off your tights. “Getting fucked by me is all that you’re good for.”

You were wearing only your bright pink knickers. When he was them, he stopped the animalistic tearing of your clothes. He touched your privates through the fabric of your knickers softly, even tenderly. Then he slid them off down your legs unhurriedly, hissing at the sight of your exposed pussy. Tom brushed his fingers over your folds, and his cold touch to your burning core made you whimper.

“Fucking pink…” he hissed through his teeth, gathering your arousal on his fingers. His eyes briefly found your face. You felt blush crawl up your flesh. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized of bending you over and stuffing your pussy with my cock? Making you scream my name?” He looked down at your core, fingers suddenly rubbing violent circles over your puckered clit and the sensitive flesh of nerves around it. You whimpered, flinching under him from the overwhelming stimulation.

He pulled back slightly and positioned his cock at your entrance and grabbed a fistful of your hair, stretching your upper body closer to him, putting you into an unnatural position.

“No, Tom, you’re too big—” you cried.

He slapped your cheek, silencing you abruptly with unexpected violence. No one had ever hit you before. No one ever handled your body like this, no one ever caused you pain this way. Your cheek was burning.

“Quiet,” Tom commanded, squeezing your cheeks together, inducing more painful tears.

He watched your expression. “You’re gonna be a good little slut for me and take it, right?”

You sobbed. “Please—”

He slapped the other side of your face, and you went silent, choking on silent whimpers. “You want me to slap your face, is that how to shut you up?” he inquired, tugging at your hair painfully. “You’ll feel good, little one. Eventually. I promise.”

He thrust his cock inside of you in one go. His other hand held your left leg wide open while he rutted into you mercilessly. Your eyes fluttered shut as liquid heat coursed through your body.

“You’re so fucking wet…” he gritted through his teeth. “Gripping me like vice…”

You whimpered when he pulled at your hair as he used your body any way he wanted. The pain and the pleasure mixed inside of you and made a concoction that forced your entire body to shudder. All you could do was close your eyes, let the tears run free and whimper when his cock reached that sensitive point deep in your womb.

That fog caused by all the overwhelming sensations was briefly interrupted by another chuckle coming from Tom. “That’s what you needed, wasn’t it, little slut? You needed me to fuck your stupid brains out, that’s how to shut you up, huh?”

You didn’t answer, only bit your lower lip. You were scared to speak in case he decided to slap your for it again. Your teeth nipped at your own lip from the movement of Tom’s relentless fucking.

“Tom…” you whimpered.

He groaned at that.

You felt him let go of your hair, and when you opened your eyes, you saw and felt him lean into you until his body practically dipped you into the mattress. He grabbed your neck and began choking you. “Again. Say my name again,” he demanded, speaking into your open mouth.

“Tom…. Tom… Tom…” you kept repeating even when it was hard to speak. You had to choose between saying his name and breathing air. You chose the first one.

The new angle made your eyes water as he picked up his pace.

“You look at me when I fuck you, Y/N,” he groaned. Something deep inside you was uncurling, you felt it, and in that moment, you could’ve told him anything if only that meant he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. You wanted to nod frantically but his grip on your throat was too harsh. Luckily, he got the message. “Good girl,” he praised for the first time. “Taking my cock so well… No one else gets to fuck your pussy, understood? No one else gets to see you like this…”

“Yes, Tom, yes…” you mumbled.

He kissed you again, no, devoured you whole. His kiss was punishing. He bit your lips, your tongue, making you taste your own blood.

When he let you go, you whimpered. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“You’re going to come, huh? Go on, come all over my cock, little one…”

When you were at the precipice of a climax, he slapped your face again, four times, on both cheeks. The blinding white pain unlocked whatever was hidden inside you. You came, screaming and thrashing under him as he fucked you through your orgasm with his jaw tense as he tried to keep himself at bay a few more seconds. His hips collided with yours even after you came, and soon you felt his hot seed spill inside of you. Tom’s movements slowed and he kissed your forehead, pulling his cock out of you but still holding you down by your throat.

“You’re mine now, Y/N,” he claimed. “I’m going to fuck you in my bed every single night. And every single morning you’ll go from class to class with my come spilling out of you. And if I see you talking to any other guys, even if it’s that Hufflepuff best friend of yours, I’ll fucking kill them, is that clear?”

A lot of things were hard for you to understand, a lot of concepts needed additional explanation to you, but right now, one thing was clear as day: Tom wasn’t kidding. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Yes, Tom…” you said.

He grinned, covering your body with his, and gifted you another bruising kiss for your obedience.

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sharing an extensive fic recommendation list, aka my favorite fics. because everyone deserves to read them <3

all fics are completed & posted on AO3. i am not listing tags or warnings, so please take time to look at those on ao3.

(300k+ words)

Crimson Rivers (author: bizarrestars. Explicit, 865,000 words, non-magical hunger games au, jegulus & wolfstar focused, but main influence are the black brothers.)

Meetings That Start In The Dark (author: writingamarie @writingamarie. Explicit, 656,233 words, magical, marauders at hogwarts & the first war, canon-divergence, jegulus & wolfstar focused.)

Choices (author: Messermoon @sophsicle. Explicit, 624,289 words, magical, hogwarts & the first war, canon compliant, jegulus-centric with wolfstar and jily.)

Best Friend's Brother (author: bizarrestars. Mature, 329,740 words, non-magical modern au, estranged black brothers, sort of coffee shop au, platonic moonwater & prongsfoot, accidentally falling in love with your best friend's estranged brother, wolfstar & jegulus.)

Kill Your Darlings (author: MesserMoon @sophsicle. Explicit, 303,777 words, non-magical college & college hockey au, regulus black-centric, jegulus & wolfstar & rosekiller & marylily & dorlene.)

(100k-299k words)

You Signed Up For This (author: Solmussa @solmussa. Explicit, 293,831 words, non-magical modern-au summer holiday, jegulus & wolfstar & dorlene & rosekiller & pandalily.)

A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety (author: greenvlvetcouch @greenvlvetcouch. Explicit, 243,539 words, non-magical road trip au, pining and they're so in love but slow burn, wolfstar-centric, background jily.)

when you were mine (author: sequinhaze @sequinhaze. Mature, 235,676 words, non-magical modern au, regulus black & jegulus focused, exes to lovers/forced proximity, jegulus raising harry, background wolfstar, narcissa & draco, peter.)

Art Heist, Baby! (author: otrtbs @otrtbs. Mature, 219,117 words, non-magical modern art heist au, sort of slow burn, jegulus centric, wolftsar & dorlene & rosekiller, found family.)

Dear Your Holiness (author: MollyMaryMarie @mollymarymarie. Explicit, 142,264 words, non-magical modern au, church&priest, musician&band, pining, wolfstar, background jily and harry and teddy.)

pink lemonade (author: moonysbookshelf. Mature, 121,120 words, non-magical marauders-band au, jegulus-focused, background wolfstar & rosekiller.)

pathological people pleaser (author: rweoutofthewoods @rweoutofthewoods. Explicit, 114,435 words, non-magical modern au, summer holiday & angst, secret relationship, mental illness, james potter-centric, jegulus focused, background wolfstar & rosekiller & friends.)

(10k-100k words)

The Road Not Taken (author: MollyMaryMarie @mollymarymarie. Explicit, 88,278 words, non-magical au, chocolate shop au, fame/musician au, exes to strangers to lovers wolfstar, sort of forced proximity, background jily and peter.)

sweet poison (author: damagecontrol @imdamagecontrol. Explicit, 76,208 words, non-magical modern au, college au, age gap relationship, professor/student relationship, smut, jegulus-centric, background wolftsar.)

lessen my load (author: moonymoment @mayescapade. Teen & Up Audiences, 73,424 words, non-magical modern/college au, wolfstar focused, meet-ugly, background jily & friends.)

'tis the damn season (author: moonymoment @mayescapade. Teen & Up Audiences, 71,805 words, non-magical modern holiday au, remus & sirius as teachers, wolfstar fake dating, based on a taylor swift song.)

Bird Set Free (author: MollyMaryMarie @mollymarymarie. Explicit, 70,984 words, non-magical au, professional ice skating au, sirius coaches remus, wolfstar.)

Le Mange Dieu et le Dèvoreur de Mondes (author: greenvlvetcouch @greenvlvetcouch, ThisLiminalSpace @thisliminalspacedaydreams. Explicit, 63,050 words, hogwarts & magic, slow burn/falling in love jegulus.)

Worst Case Kid (author: rweoutofthewoods @rweoutofthewoods. Explicit, 42,761 words, non-magical modern au, age-gap relationship, pining, regulus black & jegulus focused, getting together & breaking up & getting together, tolerate it fic, based on a taylor swift song-and other songs, background wolfstar & the black brothers.)

contrapasso (author: damagecontrol @imdamagecontrol. Explicit, 41,788 words, non-magical, supernatural & modern au, vampire hunter regulus black, vampire james potter, jegulus focused, background wolfstar & rosekiller, inspired by the divine comedy.)

call me by my name (author: bizarrestars. Mature, 31,470 words, non-magical modern au, transgender regulus black, transitioning, gender euphoria, jegulus & the black brothers.)

let me wrap my teeth around the world (author: moonema. Mature, 27,316 words, magical hogwarts au, canon divergence, regulus & sirius black are vampires, regulus & jegulus-focused, background wolfstar.)

love, stars, & reasons we don't keep in touch (author: moonysbookshelf. Mature, non magical, canon divergence & modern setting, sad sad sad, angst & grief, jegulus.

i fell hard (in your arms tonight) (author: grimjobs @pupmotif. General Audiences, 17,942 words, non-magical modern au, regulus black & jegulus focused, touch-starved reg, the black brothers.)

Wishes on Stars (authors: TherestheSnitch @theresthesnitch, Quietlemonhush. Explicit, 19,319 words, magic & fairytale au(gods & goddesses in a modern setting), growing up together, wolfstar focused.)

Be silent like deep water (author: her_smile_forges_galaxies her-@her-smile-forges-galaxies. General Audiences, 16,736 words, non-magical modern au, coffee shop au, barista & deaf remus lupin, wolfstar-centric, background jegulus.)

I look for you when I'm lost (author: Halftruths. Not Rated, 15,592 words, supernatural/sort of non-magical modern au, vampire regulus/barista james au, getting back together, soulmates au, jegulus.)

entr'acte (author: avorra @avorra. Explicit, 11,620 words, non-magical au, FWB falling in love, references to Ancient Greek Lore, jegulus.)

heart shake (bend and break) (author: mraudersmoon. Teen & Up Audiences, 10,465 words, best friends to lovers, trans & autistic james potter, trans & autistic regulus black, pining, jegulus.)

(less than 10k)

what's it gonna be? (authors: fensense @alarainai. & industrations @industrations. Teen & Up Audiences, 9,060 words, non-magical modern au, chance meeting, love at first sight, wolfstar, background james & lily.)

we should just kiss (like real people do) (author: moonyslovergrl. Not Rated, 7,875 words, magical/hogwarts, pining & love letters, friends to lovers jegulus.)

touch starved (author: introvertedhufflepuff @iliketoreadstuf. Mature, 4,324 words, magical, hogwarts, jegulus fluff & comfort.)

when you saw that dead little bird (you started crying) (author: calamitoustide @calamitoustide. Mature, 4,315 words, The First War, based on a Phoebe Bridgers song, angst & morally grey jegulus.)

cherry blossom (author: fensense @alarainai. Teen & Up Audiences, 3,736 words, non-magical, modern au, speed run enemies to lovers, neighbors, short & sweet, jegulus.)

if anything here is incorrect, please let me know! i included the tumblrs of the authors that i could find, but please tag the others if you know them! happy reading <3

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