My Fav Sang Rn Is Melancholy Hill By Gorillaz. It's Been In My Head For WEEKS Such A Good Song :)
my fav sang rn is melancholy hill by gorillaz. it's been in my head for WEEKS such a good song :)
event; profile; nav; hi anon!! thank you for sending in this request. it is a pretty good song. once again, it gave me angsty vibes...
it also gave me regulus vibes, i have no idea how, or where, but it just gave me reggie vibes. ITS ALSO VERY VERY LONG
song: melancholy hill, gorillaz slytherin boy: regulus black.
SINCE day one, he had always been your best friend. growing up in a strict, pureblood household was not easy.
especially with your six, younger siblings behind you, and a limited amount of gold in your parents' vault at gringotts.
unfortunately, that meant being betrothed to someone you hardly knew; at the young age of eleven.
your fate was sealed, the moment you got your letter to hogwarts.
augustus rookwood.
his name was augustus rookwood.
your future husband's name.
currently studying in durmstrang, and four years older than you, rookwood came from utmost wealth, which meant good news for your family should you marry him.
support for all your younger siblings.
and so, with this dark cloud of an eventually arranged marriage hanging over your head, you set foot into hogwarts, at the age of eleven.
naturally, you were sorted into slytherin. coming from a long line of slytherins, how could you be sorted into any other house??
being the oldest of seven, you had always been shadowed by the rest, and you often used to find yourself curled up on the chaise lounge with a book whilst you were given the responsibility of watching your siblings, making sure they weren't getting into trouble.
now, alone at hogwarts, you suddenly felt free, away from the burden of your future, and the responsibility of looking after your siblings.
your thoughts were interrupted when a boy sat beside you after being sorted into slytherin.
you recognized him. he came from the most noble and ancient house of black, one of the most prestigious wizarding families who lived in london.
your mother was close friends with his mother, so you had seen him a couple of times.
you'd never spoken to him before though.
the pair of you would simply make eye-contact before he went upstairs, and you buried your nose in a book.
now, however, you were grateful to have the slightly comforting feeling of having someone you knew sit beside you.
you had barely eaten anything; your anxiety was filling enough. an air bubble had wedged itself in your throat, preventing you from doing anything but staring at your food and rubbing your sweaty palms on your robe-covered thighs.
"you've barely touched your food," regulus had murmured with a small, sullen nod; his way of greeting you.
"so have you," you observed quietly, your eyes flickering to his untouched plate, then wandering to hazel-green eyes and dark, messy mop of curls.
no more words were exchanged after that, but regulus and you walked together to the slytherin common room.
you studied together too, and sat next to each other during classes, and even hung out together during the weekends.
one would even go as far as to call you friends.
that was what you had become.
you quickly noticed how similar he was to you. quiet, hardworking, same sense of humor... he even had the same taste in books as you did.
first year passed quickly, too fast for your liking, and before you knew it, it was summer, and you were back to looking after all your siblings and having your mother continuously chastise you for unladylike behavior, constantly reminding you of your upcoming marriage to rookwood as soon as you would graduate from hogwarts.
you were tired of being reminded of it. personally, you couldn't imagine being married to rookwood. you'd never even met the wizard, and you could only hope your parents would change their mind.
you exchanged letters with regulus all summer. yet you never once told him about your betrothal. in your mind, if you didn't speak of it, it would make it less true, and less likely to happen, which was what you wanted.
second year was uneventful, except for the time you and regulus got your first ever detention together.
regulus' brother, sirius had been ignoring regulus whenever the two of you tried to approach him about their mother's letter to regulus, and you had grown frustrated and hexed sirius with a spell you found in one of your books.
as a result, sirius had hexed you with a nose-growing spell and regulus, who was furious at his brother for doing this to you launched himself all over sirius and pummeled him with his fists.
you had to arrange all the borrowed books in the library according to category and author, but it was more rewarding than punishing, since you got to read books and hang out with regulus at the same time.
the summer after your second year was pretty much the same as the one the year before.
for regulus, it was one of his worst summers yet. his brother had run away from home, and got disowned, leaving his little brother to take the brunt of his parents' wrath.
he had immediately flooed over to your house in the middle of the night, and you nursed him back to health as he had suffered the cruciatus curse multiple times that night.
"thank you," he had told you, when dawn began creeping closer. you had hidden him in your room, hoping your parents wouldn't find out about an uninvited guest.
"any time," you whispered back, giving him the tightest hug you could muster. "it's what friends are for, right?"
you and regulus grew closer after that. two of your siblings joined hogwarts that year, and the heavy responsibilities you dealt with at home followed you to hogwarts, the place that had become your safe haven.
when the twins got into trouble, your parents sent you a howler for not looking after them properly, and regulus was there holding you as you cried into his shoulder late at night in the common room.
"it'll be okay, i've got you..." he kept murmuring.
and he was right. it was all okay, because he was there.
you and regulus didn't need anyone else's company when you had each other.
he was enough for you, and you were enough for him too.
third year was also the year you were allowed to go to hogsmeade. as usual, you and regulus went together, checked out the village and bought a few candies, before returning to the castle.
the rest of the visits, the two of you took advantage of the empty castle to hang out alone in the slytherin common room.
summer after your third year was uneventful apart from the fact that you met augustus rookwood for the very first time.
he had just finished his seventh year at durmstrang, and had come with his father to see you for the first time.
all at once, everything felt real.
you didn't want to do this; not one bit. you didn't want to marry rookwood.
still, you had come to terms with your fate, you had accepted it.
yet another one of your siblings joined hogwarts at the beginning of your fourth year.
regulus instantly noticed something was different about you this year. the whole train ride, you were completely silent, reading. or at least, pretending to read.
you didn't realize it, but you had been holding your book upside down, too lost in your own thoughts to realize.
regulus noticed, but he never said a word.
he merely smiled and shook his head.
regulus had thought you needed time and space, so that was what he gave you.
at christmas, when you still weren't back to your normal self, he had decided that he had had enough.
"okay, spill," he said randomly, when the two of you were doing homework by the black lake.
"i'm sorry...??"
"something's been bothering you. i want to know," he got to the point, his beautiful hazel-green eyes meeting yours.
and then, you broke.
all this time you had been holding yourself up, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn't be able to stop, you would start crying.
"reg— don't.... don't ask me that," you pleaded, your eyes watering. "ask me anything else, just.. just not that..."
you couldn't give him an honest answer; you didn't want to talk about rookwood.
you just wanted to forget.
you wanted to enjoy the rest of your hogwarts life and your childhood before your marriage to rookwood.
fully able to tell you were sensitive about the issue, regulus pulled you into an embrace, and that was where you began crying once more, sobbing and shaking as he held you.
"i'm betrothed to rookwood— i'm going to marry him as soon as we graduate from here.."
"oh, love..." your stomach fluttered intensely at the pet name, and as you buried your face into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, the sensation only intensified instead of fading away.
when had he smelt this masculine, this good?? when had he felt so muscular, so safe?
you didn't realize it, but that was when you started falling for regulus black, your best friend.
summer after fourth year was no better than the rest. you got to meet regulus at all the pureblood parties and galas hosted by different wizarding families during the summer.
it was also when you shared your first dance with rookwood, and your first dance with regulus.
your best friend has asked you to dance when he saw you sitting pitifully on the stairs, right after your dance with rookwood had ended.
the two of you had ended up sneaking away from the party and into the piano room, where you played tchaikovsky together and stole a bottle of firewhiskey from the cellar.
safe to say that you both got drunk, but you had managed to take a sobering potion before either of your parents caught you.
your fifth year was when you realized you had caught feelings for regulus. every time he gave you that quiet smile of his, every time his eyes twinkled in mirth when you said something funny...
it made your stomach lurch in a completely pleasant way.
every time he would hug you, you would blush. every time his hands would brush against yours, you bit your lip to stop the grin forming across your lips.
it only made everything more painful; knowing that you couldn't act on your feelings because you were betrothed to rookwood.
regulus didn't realize; and you hoped he never would realize.
little did you know, he had already fallen in love with you.
but neither of you acted on your feelings. you simply grew closer to each other than ever.
during the slytherin christmas party, you and regulus got caught under the mistletoe, and he pressed the barest, gentlest of kisses on your lips.
it was your first kiss, but you didn't tell him that.
it lasted less than a second, but it meant everything to you.
it was hard pretending everything was normal after that. regulus was strangely oblivious to your feelings, and you often wondered how he couldn't see your painfully obvious feelings for him, and how he could go on pretending his kiss hadn't affected you.
the rest of your fifth year, you tried to distract yourself from regulus; knowing that if you confessed your feelings for him, it would ruin your friendship.
even if he did like you back, you were betrothed to rookwood anyway.
the summer after your fifth year, and before your sixth year, your parents hosted your official engagement party.
after much pleading and begging, you were allowed to invite regulus.
and as you watched another girl, who happened to be your cousin, chat him up and touch his arm, your blood boiled, your heart clenched, and tears sprung to your eyes, as you watched him lean against the wall with his hands in his pockets and shrug.
the girl moved on and before you knew it, your eyes met his.
a fierce jolt traveled through your entire body, tension suffocating you from all sides just from bearing the weight of his gaze.
that was when you knew you were in love with regulus black.
he was your life jacket in the stormy sea of like, and you simply could not live without him.
you needed him.
but you never said a word.
your fate was sealed. you loved him from a distance. he was so far, yet so close.
and this type of pain was worse than the cruciatus, even.
no, you smiled through it all, acted like you were happy.
only regulus saw through your façade.
your sixth year was your hardest year yet. another of your siblings joined hogwarts, and you and rookwood were expected to write to each other every week.
his letters were short. yours were the same length.
regulus had started to gain attention from the female population.
the tall, brooding, silent type is what they called him. he acted oblivious and uninterested to all of it, but whenever he was approached by a girl, you noticed the slight smirk on his pale, pink lips, and the slightest lift of his eyebrow, and his eyes would meet yours, as if he were waiting for your reaction.
that was when you would quickly cast your gaze down and hastily begin to pretend you were writing.
but regulus knew.
he could see.
and he wanted to confirm if you had feelings for him, so he looked at you cluelessly before he asked his question.
"should i go out with her?" he asked innocently, his face betraying no emotion. "she seems nice, doesn't she?"
it was all a ploy to get you jealous, but you didn't know that.
fisting your hands underneath the table, you forced a smile through gritted teeth.
"mhmm, yeah, she does. if you like her, go ahead— ask her out..."
and he asked her out right in front of you, fully aware of your reddening cheeks and your annoyed glare.
two could play that game.
with every letter that came from rookwood, once a week, you made a show of receiving it, reading it and replying to it.
"want to head to the library?" regulus would ask.
"can't," you'd say. "i need to reply to rookwood."
you would give him the same response when he asked you to accompany him to hogsmeade, and when he asked if you would play chess with him, unaware that your responses made his blood boil.
he decided to up his game.
every quidditch match he would play, he would always wink at you and smile, right after he caught the snitch and won for slytherin.
his win was always dedicated to you.
since his second year, his first year after getting on the team, he always won for you.
you were always there in the crowd, wearing his jersey, his number painted on both your cheeks.
this time, he winked at her.
at the stupid, stupid greengrass girl.
what's more, she ran to him right after his win, and kissed him full on the mouth.
in front of everyone.
your blood boiled, coursing through your veins, and the roar of the crowd around you was drowned out by the pumping of your heart in your ears, making your whole head throb.
hot, angry tears spilled down your cheeks, and your head felt heavy. without casting another glance backwards, you stormed off angrily, into the forbidden forest, without a care.
you didn't know how long you were there, feeding unicorns, talking to the centaurs, but you lost track of time.
it grew dark, and it even began raining.
and you were lost; you couldn't find your way back to the castle.
after wandering blindly through the trees, you managed to get out of the forest, tears mingling with the rain crashing down from the sky.
you were drenched. completely. you had worn regulus' quidditch jersey, as usual; the way you did every match.
now it was a soaking mess atop your shorts.
and then you heard his voice.
calling out your name.
you froze.
he saw you, a good distance from hagrid's hut, wand in hand, wearing his jersey, soaking wet.
you were shivering, freezing cold. but one look from his intense eyes and you felt hot all over.
you were on fire.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I WAS?" he roared, his angry gaze meeting yours. "YOU WERE GONE FOR HOURS— i... i thought something happened to you," he rasped, his voice losing its angry tone and taking a sad, defeated one.
he never lost his temper; it was a rare occasion. and at the moment, he was mad at you for making his heart go through the possibility of losing you.
and you, you could only stand in silence, angry tears spilling down your cheeks.
for once, you were glad it was raining, so regulus couldn't see your tears.
"well, i'm fine," you replied coolly, still completely pissed at regulus. it wasn't his fault. "no need to worry."
you shouldn't have been mad. after all, he didn't like you that way and you were meant to marry rookwood.
"that's all you're going to say?" he scoffed, as he couldn't believe you.
"should i be saying something else?" you prompted, irritation lacing your words.
"an apology, maybe?" regulus muttered, voice laced with irony. "for worrying me? for making me think... something happened to you? for making me think... that i... lost you?"
his voice were laced with vulnerability, spoken with a quiet sort of disappointment, as if he couldn't believe that you of all people would leave him.
in this world, he only had you.
no one else.
you were his family.
"well, why do you care what happens to me anyway?" you retorted, still furious at him for kissing the other girl. you simply couldn't get the image of greengrass locking lips with your best friend.
"i care because you're my best friend. you're all i have," regulus replied earnestly, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the thundering sound of rain. "and..."
his voice dropped lower as he broke off, averting his gaze to the floor before his beautiful eyes flickered back up to yours. "and i love you."
a deafening silence pounded through your ears, and though he spoke so so softly, it was fully audible over the sound of rain.
your heart lurched.
more tears poured down your face, and you swallowed hard.
"reg— i—" you stuttered, completely frozen, unable to string two words together. hope festered in your heart, and you guarded it fiercely, unable to tell if he meant it platonically, or romantically.
"it's... it's okay if you don't feel the same—" he began to panic, brows furrowing together in worry.
"i do," you gurgled, surprising him completely. "i love you."
before you knew it, he was kissing you, hands tangled in your wet, matted hair, your lips mingling with his.
you were freezing cold, and the rain drenched both of you, but the moment your lips touched his, your body was on fire.
you and regulus started dating, but in secret. you couldn't risk your parents finding out about you being in love with him.
they would forbid you from seeing him, and you couldn't live that.
your sixth year summer was uneventful, save for the fact that you convinced your parents to allow you to floo over to regulus' place every now and then.
they only allowed you out of pity.
it was your last summer to be free, to be unmarried.
it was also regulus' last summer to be free. he would be joining the dark lord immediately after graduation from hogwarts.
unbeknownst to you, regulus was hatching a plan.
he didn't tell anyone about it, in fear of failure.
your seventh year was bittersweet.
it was full of exams, and looking after your siblings.
and wedding preparations.
the year ended, and you were swamped with wedding preparations.
you had no time to see regulus.
every night, you would cry, as your wedding came closer and closer, and you were desperately in love with regulus.
the night before your wedding, regulus had managed to sneak into your room.
"pack your essentials," he whispered. "let's run away together.."
and you did. you grabbed his hand and let yourself fall, because you knew he would always catch you.
you knew he would always be there for you.
he would always catch you.
you put your entire faith in him, because everything was better when he was there.
and finally, finally, when you and regulus reached the house he had bought in france, the two of you stopped running.
you were safe.
you were home.
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A Hogsmeade date
Y/N struggled with insecurity, but Regulus, hopelessly smitten, finally took her on a date.
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Regulus sat at the Slytherin table, utterly dazed, his chin resting in his palm as he stared dreamily across the Great Hall at Y/N. His porridge had long since gone cold, but he hadn’t noticed—he was too lost in his thoughts, replaying the moment she had said yes to him over and over again in his mind.
“I still don’t understand how she agreed,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Barty groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Merlin, Regulus, this is worse than before! You’ve been staring at her for ten minutes straight. Eat your bloody food.”
Evan smirked as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice. “No, let him have his moment. It’s adorable, really.”
Regulus scowled, but it lacked any real irritation. “I just don’t get it. She’s brilliant, kind, beautiful—why would she choose me?”
Pandora sighed, ever the voice of reason. “Maybe because she sees something wonderful in you, just like you see in her?”
Regulus opened his mouth to argue but found that he had no response. He turned his gaze back to Y/N, who sat alone at the Ravenclaw table, her head bowed as she picked at her food. She never seemed to talk to anyone, always lost in her world. His heart clenched at the sight. She looked so lonely, and yet, there was something about her solitude that made her seem untouchable, as if she had built walls that no one had ever tried to climb.
“I don’t deserve her,” he murmured, barely audible.
Barty groaned louder, slamming his fork onto the table. “For Salazar’s sake, if you start getting all tragic and brooding about this, I will personally hex you. She likes you, Regulus. Enjoy it.”
Regulus sighed, though a small, reluctant smile played on his lips. Maybe, just maybe, Barty was right. For once, he allowed himself to believe that Y/N truly wanted to be with him.
Evan chuckled, leaning forward. “You should see yourself right now. It’s like watching a lovesick puppy.”
“I am not lovesick,” Regulus retorted, but his voice lacked conviction.
“You so are,” Pandora teased, nudging his arm. “And it’s sweet. Honestly, I think Y/N would be surprised if she knew how much you admired her.”
Regulus tensed at the thought. “You don’t think she thinks it’s a joke, do you?”
Evan sighed. “Mate, if she thought it was a joke, she wouldn’t have said yes. Stop doubting everything and enjoy the moment. This isn’t a strategy meeting; it’s a date.”
Regulus frowned, chewing over Evan’s words. It was true—Y/N had said yes. That had to mean something. Still, the fear of somehow messing everything up gnawed at him. But as he glanced at her again, watching the way she absentmindedly flipped through the pages of a book with a soft, distant look in her eyes, he felt a strange sense of peace settle over him.
Perhaps, for once, things were exactly as they were meant to be.
-
Hogsmeade Day had arrived, and Y/N stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the fabric of her oversized sweatshirt. It was comfortable, long enough to cover her hips, draping over her arms in a way that made her feel hidden. Paired with a flowing, ankle-length skirt, it was the perfect outfit—not too tight, not too revealing. Just safe.
She smoothed her hands over the fabric, exhaling shakily. No matter what she wore, she still saw the same girl in the mirror. The same girl with round cheeks, thick arms, a body that felt too large for the world she lived in. A girl who had spent years believing that no one could ever look at her the way she looked at them.
And yet… Regulus had asked her out.
It still didn’t make sense. She had replayed the moment in her mind countless times, trying to find some hidden joke in his voice, some sign that it wasn’t real. But there was none. He had looked at her with a certainty that she couldn’t comprehend.
She swallowed hard and turned away from the mirror. If this was all some cruel game, she wasn’t sure she could handle it. But if it was real… if there was even the smallest chance that Regulus Black wanted to spend time with her, she would let herself have this day. Just this one.
-
Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped out of the castle, her fingers gripping the edges of her sleeves. The cold air nipped at her cheeks as she made her way toward the entrance gates, her heart hammering in her chest. What if he changed his mind? What if he took one look at her and regretted asking her?
Her thoughts were silenced the moment she spotted him.
Regulus stood just outside, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his sharp, elegant features softened by the small, cheeky smile on his lips. His grey eyes lit up the second they landed on her, and for a moment, Y/N forgot how to breathe.
“There you are,” he said, his voice warm. “For a second, I thought you stood me up.”
Y/N swallowed, hugging herself slightly. “I… I wouldn’t do that.”
Regulus tilted his head, studying her for a moment before stepping closer. “You look beautiful.”
A rush of warmth flooded her face, and she instinctively glanced away, refusing to believe he meant it. “You don’t have to say that.”
His brows knitted together in confusion before something in his expression shifted—gentle, yet firm. “I say what I mean.”
At the Three Broomsticks, the air hummed with chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. The scent of warm butterbeer and cinnamon lingered, wrapping them in a cocoon of comfort against the autumn chill outside. Y/N curled her fingers around the warm tankard, letting the heat seep into her skin. She took a small sip, savoring the sweetness and spice as she glanced at Regulus, whose own fingers brushed against hers more than once as they rested on the table.
Neither pulled away.
“I still don’t understand how you find Quidditch interesting,” Y/N teased, tilting her head as she took another sip. “It’s just people chasing a ball.”
Regulus gasped, placing a hand over his heart as though she had personally insulted his family name. “Chasing a ball? Y/N, Quidditch is an art.”
She arched a skeptical brow, barely holding back a laugh. “An art of nearly falling to your death?”
He smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Exactly.”
She huffed a laugh, shaking her head before reaching for the book beside her. Its spine was new, the scent of parchment and ink still fresh. She flipped through the pages with reverence, her fingers gliding over the words as if they held something sacred. “This, though,” she murmured, “this is art. The way the author describes magic, it’s beautiful.”
Regulus leaned in slightly, his interest piqued. “Read me your favorite passage.”
She hesitated, her lips pressing together before she exhaled softly. With a knowing smile, she turned to a well-worn page and began reading aloud, her voice weaving through the air with quiet passion.
Regulus watched her, utterly transfixed. He wasn’t certain if it was the words she spoke or the way she spoke them—her voice dipping with emotion, her fingers lightly tracing the lines, her expression soft with admiration. Either way, he found himself hanging onto every syllable like she was telling the most fascinating story in the world.
When she finally closed the book, she glanced up at him. “You’re staring.”
A slow, lazy smile curled on his lips. “You make it hard not to.”
A light blush crept up her neck, and she quickly busied herself with taking another sip of butterbeer. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Black.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, twirling his tankard in his hands. “I think it’s working just fine.”
They lingered for a while longer, talking about books, Quidditch, and anything in between. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows along the wooden beams, but eventually, the golden sky outside signaled that the afternoon had begun to fade. Reluctantly, they stepped out into the crisp breeze rolling through the village.
Without hesitation, Regulus shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. The fabric was warm, carrying the faint scent of cologne and something distinctly him. Y/N blinked at him, startled by the effortless gesture.
“Can I see you again after this?” he asked, hands slipping into his pockets.
She tilted her head, studying him. “You… want to?”
He chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “More than anything.”
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 😙
🌟 = Fluff, 🪐 = Angst, ✨ = mild spice, 🎬 = hurt/comfort
{𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝} → open ! || requests are usually open unless they get too much, then I will turn them off so that I could finish other requests ! ||
HARRY POTTER - MARAUDERS :
REGULUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK - (N/A)
REMUS LUPIN - (N/A)
JAMES POTTER - (N/A)
HARRY POTTER - (N/A)
DRACO MALFOY - (N/A)
DUNE :
PAUL ATREIDES
FEYD RAUTHA - (N/A)
LETO ATREIDES - (N/A)
CHANI KYNES - (N/A)
DUNCAN IDAHO - (N/A)
PRINCESS IRULAN - (N/A)
OTHERS :
TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET
WILLY WONKA
LEE (BONES AND ALL)
ELIO PERLMAN - (N/A)
KYLE SCHEIBLE - (N/A)
YULE (DON'T LOOK UP) - (N/A)
HENRY V (THE KING) - (N/A)
Guys I just fell into a rabbit hole of Timothée Chalamet fanfics early in the morning !
(same anon as incest question lol)
i read the last chapter at like 2am, lowkey drunk and didn’t realise that bellatrix wasn’t originally a lestrange lmao
you didn’t write incest!! (i don’t think so lmao)
Good😭😭
✮⋆˙ 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐩
╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, Willy Wonka, ever playful, boops his wife Y/N’s nose while teasing her about her serious focus on the factory’s caramel. Their lighthearted exchange is filled with affection, reminding them both that even in a world of chaos, love and laughter are the sweetest creations.
⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 675୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
⊹₊⟡ ⋆ 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦
The sweet aroma of chocolate and caramel filled the air, mingling with the hum of machinery and the faint, whimsical tunes of the Oompa Loompas as they worked in the background. Willy Wonka, with his vibrant purple coat and signature top hat tilted slightly askew, was striding through the factory, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. But today, his usual focus on his candy empire was entirely derailed by one thing—or rather, one person.
His wife, Y/N, was seated near the caramel mixing station, completely unaware of the mischief brewing in Willy’s mind. She was absorbed in watching the caramel’s glossy swirl, the soft glow of the factory lights reflecting off its surface. She loved moments like these—moments where she could quietly enjoy the magic of Willy’s world without interruption.
Willy, however, had other plans. He stopped a few feet away from her, his blue eyes sparkling with playful energy as he tilted his head, observing her. She looked beautiful, as she always did, but there was something about her calm focus that made him want to disturb her peace in the most endearing way possible.
Clearing his throat dramatically, Willy stepped closer, the heels of his shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. Y/N looked up at him, her lips curving into a warm smile.
“What’s that look for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Willy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned on his cane, peering at her as though he were studying one of his latest candy inventions. “You’ve got something,” he said finally, his tone light and teasing.
Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Something? Where?”
He pointed vaguely at her face, his finger hovering in the air. “Right there. On your nose.”
Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew up to her face, brushing at her nose. “Did I get it?”
Willy’s grin widened, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Nope, still there. Hold still!”
Before she could react, he leaned in, his finger darting out to gently boop the tip of her nose. His touch was soft but precise, and the moment lingered in the air as Y/N blinked in surprise.
“Boop!” he exclaimed, his voice lilting with pure delight.
“Willy!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up as she swatted his hand away. “What was that for?”
“For fun,” he replied with a dramatic flourish, spinning his cane in a circle before resting it on his shoulder. “A nose as cute as yours deserves a boop every now and then.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
“Insufferably in love with you,” he quipped, leaning closer so their faces were mere inches apart. His grin softened into something warmer as he added, “I couldn’t resist. You looked too serious staring at all that caramel.”
“Well, someone has to keep an eye on things while you’re busy being a menace,” she teased, poking his chest lightly.
“Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Willy said, straightening up with exaggerated pride. “After all, isn’t a little mischief the secret ingredient to happiness?”
Before Y/N could reply, Willy leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You brighten this place more than any candy ever could,” he said softly, his voice losing its playful edge for just a moment.
Y/N’s cheeks warmed at his words, and she reached out to gently tug on his lapel. “You’re lucky you’re charming, Mr. Wonka. Otherwise, I might have thrown caramel at you for that boop.”
“Ah, but what a sweet revenge that would be,” he replied, his grin returning full force.
Laughing, Y/N shook her head, letting him pull her to her feet. Together, they walked hand in hand through the vibrant chaos of the factory, the scent of chocolate and sugar swirling around them. Willy’s finger occasionally darted out toward her nose, threatening another boop, and each time she batted him away, her laughter echoing through the candy-coated wonderland.
Harry's post-Hogwarts
Harry's life after the battle of Hogwarts.
Regulus Black x Fem Potter! reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: mentions of war, death, nightmares, PTSD
note: A Regulus and Harry moment hihi
The house felt quieter without Danny.
It wasn’t something they ever said out loud, but they all felt it.
Y/N noticed it in the way Regulus lingered by the breakfast table, drinking his tea a little slower, his sharp eyes drifting toward Danny’s usual seat. She noticed it in the way he took a few extra minutes in the morning to check the post as if expecting an owl from her—even though they’d just received one the day before.
Harry noticed it in the way the house felt less chaotic. No more exasperated sighs when he tried to rope Danny into one of his antics. No more cutting remarks that were both brilliant and scathing. No more of her curling up in the chair across from Baba, nose buried in a book far too advanced for her age.
Regulus would never admit it, of course. But Y/N caught the way he looked up expectantly every time the fireplace flared, just for a second, before masking it with that cool indifference he’d perfected years ago.
“She’s only been gone a week, Baba,” Harry said one evening, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. “You act like she moved across the world.”
Regulus, sitting in his usual chair, turned a page in his book without looking up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Harry smirked. “Right. And you totally didn’t check for an owl three times today.”
Regulus flicked a glance toward Y/N, who was smirking into her tea. “I was checking for Ministry correspondence.”
“Sure you were.”
Regulus exhaled through his nose, closing his book with a soft thud. “Is there a reason you’re standing there, or did you just come to irritate me?”
Harry shrugged. “Mostly the latter.”
Y/N chuckled, setting down her cup. “You two are hopeless.”
Regulus sighed, rubbing his temple. “If this is what I have to deal with when Danny is gone, I’ll just send a Howler telling her to come home.”
Harry snorted. “She’d ignore it. Or worse, she’d send one back telling you to stop being dramatic.”
Regulus didn’t argue, which meant he knew Harry was right.
It was strange—this new phase of life. Hogwarts had always been a part of their routine, but now, with only one child at home, the house felt just a little too still.
Y/N reached over, placing a hand on Regulus’s. “She’s fine. And she’ll write again soon.”
Regulus hummed, squeezing her hand lightly before pulling away. “I’m aware.”
Harry smirked. “You miss her.”
Regulus shot him a look. “Shut up, Hazzy.”
Harry’s grin widened. “You miss her so much.”
Regulus glared. Y/N just laughed, shaking her head.
The house was quieter. But they’d adjust. They always did.
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It was strange—falling back into a routine that hadn’t existed in over a decade.
With Danny at Hogwarts, the house felt smaller in a way. Not physically, of course, but something about it brought them back to the days when it was just the three of them—Regulus, Y/N, and Harry.
So, they decided to lean into it.
One evening, Harry came home from work at Chuddley Cannons, stretching his arms over his head. "It's weird without her here," he admitted, dropping into his usual seat at the dining table.
Y/N chuckled, setting down the plates. "You mean it's quieter?"
"Exactly," Harry grinned. "No broody six-year-old correcting my spelling or outdueling me in chess."
Regulus raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his tea. "She hasn't been six in quite some time, Harry."
"Yeah, but she still acts like she is sometimes. Always reading, always judging me—"
"Wonder where she got that from," Y/N muttered, smirking at her husband.
Regulus scoffed. "I do not judge."
Harry and Y/N both gave him a look.
Regulus rolled his eyes. "Fine. Perhaps occasionally."
That night, it was just the three of them for dinner—like it had been all those years ago. It didn’t take long for them to slip into old habits.
Regulus and Y/N sat beside each other, discussing their respective days—her work at Hogwarts, his at the Ministry. Harry, ever the troublemaker, stirred his soup absentmindedly before blurting, “Remember when I used to sit on the table instead of a chair?”
Y/N groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. “You were a menace.”
Harry smirked. “Still am.”
They spent the rest of the evening reminiscing—about the time Harry had insisted on flying inside the house and knocked over an entire bookshelf; about the time Regulus had tried to teach him etiquette, only for him to use a soup spoon to launch peas across the dining room; about the nights when Y/N would return home from Hogwarts, exhausted but still determined to tuck Harry in.
After dinner, Regulus and Y/N sat by the fireplace, Harry sprawled across the floor like he was still a teenager instead of a grown man.
"You know," Y/N mused, watching the flames flicker, "this is nice."
Regulus glanced at her. "What is?"
"Just... us. Like this. It reminds me of when Harry was little."
Harry, lying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head, smirked. "So you do miss me being a little kid."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I miss you being manageable."
Regulus chuckled. "He was never manageable."
Harry grinned. "True."
They sat there for a long time, basking in the warmth of nostalgia. The house may have felt quieter, but it didn’t feel empty. cv
Because no matter how much things changed, they were still them. And that was enough.
It was strange—falling back into a routine that hadn’t existed in over a decade.
With Danny at Hogwarts, the house felt quieter. Not empty, just… different.
Harry, now a professional Quidditch player, had been staying over for the week while he had a short break between matches. It almost felt like old times—just the three of them, like it had been before Danny was born.
Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as Regulus sat at the dining table reading the Daily Prophet, his usual cup of tea in hand. Across from him, Harry was stretching out his sore muscles, rolling his shoulder as he groaned.
"Merlin, I feel ancient."
"You’re twenty," Regulus said flatly, not looking up from his paper.
"Exactly. Ancient."
Y/N smirked, setting plates down on the table. "Try being in your forties and teaching a bunch of teenagers Ancient Runes every day. Then we’ll talk."
Harry grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "You love it."
"Most days." She sat beside Regulus, nudging his arm. "And you? Still terrorizing the poor souls at the Ministry?"
Regulus didn’t dignify that with a response, merely taking another sip of his tea.
Dinner felt like stepping into the past, their usual banter slipping back into place effortlessly.
"Remember when I used to run around the house with my toy broomstick, knocking things over?" Harry mused as he dug into his meal.
Regulus exhaled sharply, setting down his fork. "You were a menace. Nearly took my eye out when you were six."
Y/N laughed. "Oh, and that one time you crashed into the Christmas tree—"
"That was one time!" Harry defended himself.
Regulus smirked, crossing his arms. "And then you joined professional Quidditch. Clearly, you learned your lesson."
Harry grinned. "What can I say? I'm consistent."
After dinner, they moved to the living room, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. Harry sprawled across the couch like he owned the place, tossing a Quaffle into the air absentmindedly. Y/N curled up in her usual spot, while Regulus sat beside her, a book in his lap that he had no real intention of reading.
"You know," Y/N said after a moment, watching the fire, "this feels nice."
Regulus turned to her. "What does?"
"Just us. Like this. It reminds me of when Harry was little."
Harry smirked. "So you do miss me being small."
"I miss you being manageable," Y/N corrected with a roll of her eyes.
Regulus chuckled. "You were never manageable."
Harry tossed the Quaffle in the air again, catching it easily. "True."
The night stretched on, filled with warm conversation and laughter. It wasn’t often that Harry had time to stay home like this, and even though things had changed over the years, some things never would.
They were still them. And that was enough.
However, the nightmares started again.
Flashes of green light. Screams that were cut short. Rubble and fire. The feeling of losing people, of not being enough.
Harry woke up with a sharp gasp, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. His chest ached like he’d run a marathon, and the darkness of his childhood bedroom felt suffocating. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, willing the images away.
He wasn’t at Hogwarts. He wasn’t in the war. He was home. Safe.
But his body didn’t believe it.
A knock at the door made him flinch. He didn’t answer, but the door creaked open anyway, the hallway light casting a long shadow as Regulus stepped inside.
"Another one?" Regulus's voice was quiet, steady.
Harry exhaled shakily and nodded. He didn’t need to explain. Regulus had always known.
Without a word, Regulus crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. It reminded Harry of when he was little—when he would have nightmares about his parents, about loud thunder, about monsters under the bed. Regulus would always be there, brushing his hair back, sitting with him in the dark until he calmed down.
Harry hated that he still needed this. After everything, he still felt like that scared little boy in the dark.
“I should be over this by now,” Harry muttered, his voice thick.
Regulus let out a quiet breath, the ghost of a sigh. “You don’t just ‘get over’ something like war, Harry.”
There was a moment of silence before Regulus reached out, hesitating for only a second before resting a hand on Harry’s head, running his fingers through the messy black strands. The touch was grounding, familiar.
"You used to do this when I was a kid," Harry said quietly.
"You used to calm down when I did," Regulus replied simply.
Harry let his eyes drift shut, focusing on the steady motion, the way it slowed his breathing. The memories of battle still lurked in the corners of his mind, but they felt a little further away now. Less sharp.
They sat in silence for a while.
Eventually, Regulus spoke again, his voice softer. "You are not weak for feeling this way, Harry."
Harry swallowed his throat tight. "I just... I feel like I shouldn't—like I should be moving on."
"You are moving on," Regulus said. "But healing isn’t the same as forgetting."
Harry took a shaky breath. He wanted to believe that.
Regulus stayed with him until his breathing evened out again until the tension in his shoulders finally eased.
Just like when he was a child, Regulus didn't leave until Harry was asleep.
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I need to vent, guys. Pls dont mind this. TO MY SH*T PARENTS, PLS JS DIVORCE GOSH 😭🙏
Uhh I’m dying for like angsty fluff w lee so I was thinking about him w the B1 prompt
Not when I just realized
Lee just realized how much you really meant to him.
Lee (bones and all) x eater!reader
requested by anon.
word count: 687
warnings: attempts of running away
note: i hope this was angsty-fluff just the way you wanted 🪼
find more here: masterlist, Lee (bones and all) master list
The night air was heavy with the smell of wet earth and something else, something darker, metallic, that neither of you would admit to but both recognized. Lee's truck idled a few feet away, parked quietly, headlights slicing through the trees. The two of you stood just off the dirt road, your breathing shallow, your hands shaking at your sides.
You had attempted to escape. You truly had. But Lee was faster. He always was.
You waited for him to sleep, his breathing slow and steady next to you, before you slipped out of the truck. You crept cautiously, not wanting the dry leaves and twigs lying about to give away your footsteps. Your scuffed drawstring bag, stuffed with what little you had to bring—an additional shirt, a canteen of water, a handful of crumpled dollar bills—was thrown over your shoulder as you set foot into the great unknown.
You didn't know where you were headed. Just away. Away from the starvation, from the things you'd done, from the boy who had somehow occupied your whole world.
You'd gone a mile before you noticed his footsteps behind you. Quick, firm.
"Stop," Lee had bellowed, his tone brusque, slicing across the stillness of the woods.
Your heart had raced, but you hadn't turned. Not yet. Not until he slipped his hand around your wrist, tight but not unkind, and stopped you in your tracks. You could have struggled, could have screamed. But you knew he'd never release you without a battle.
And so here you stood, motionless, suspended between what you had and what still lay between you.
"Where you gonna go?" His voice was gentler than you anticipated, but there was something naked in it, something desperate.
You didn't look at the darkness ahead. "I don't know."
"Bullshit."
You turned, your eyes colliding with his. Even in the dim light, you could sense the fear behind them. Not anger. Not frustration. Fear. And it destroyed you.
"You always knew this wasn't forever," you whispered.
Lee shook his head, moving closer. His fingers curled as if he wanted to touch you but wasn't certain you'd allow it. "I never knew that," he whispered, his voice rough. "I never considered it like that. You leaving—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "You can't leave me now. Not when I just figured out how much you mean to me."
Your chest hurt, as if something in you had been sucked out. You wished to yell at him, inform him that he did not get to do this, to pull you back when it was simple and hold on tight when you attempted to leave.
Instead, you swallowed hard. "You'll be alright."
"That isn't true," he stated, his voice cracking. "You know that isn't true. You're the only one who knows."
Your throat constricted. Naturally, you did know. Who but another Eater would comprehend the hunger, the isolation, the way the world would ever reject you? You and Lee had lived together for so long now, traveling from spot to spot, protecting each other, feeding each other. And you were the one attempting to leave now, as if that was even an option.
"Stay," he begged. "I'll get it right next time. I won't exclude you, I promise.”
You hunted his features for the deceit, but none was there. Only Lee, naked and open in a fashion, ever exposed himself to anyone. You did not want to go; reality seeped into your joints like a wound. You'd only been frightened. Frightened of needing him so intensely.
Your fingers quivered, reflecting his, before you finally bridged the space between you, nudging your forehead against his. Lee breathed shakily, his hands staying at your waist, awaiting the invitation. You granted it by inclining towards him, allowing his heat to anchor you.
“I hate you for keeping me here," you whispered.
Lee released a wheezy, half-laugh, angling his head just so that your lips skimmed. "I'd hate me too."
And despite everything, despite the hunger, the danger, the blood that would always stain both of your hands, you weren’t going anywhere.
idk why but i love writing timmy as a dad wtf
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