Since It's October, The Theme Of This Celebration Is Halloween/autumn!! 🍂🎃

from now on, i will tag #charlie writes

whenever i have an original post

credits to @jamiesimps for the idea

hi besties! i've created a discord server recently, and i would appreciate if you would join by clicking on this!

we will be doing a lot of stuff there, so i can't explain everything

if you encounter any problems with the servers, just tell me!

doesn't know how to swim

Regulus Black headcanons?

buckle up honey, this will be a long ride

he is the son walburga&orion didn't plan but the son that they wished for: quiet, obedient, that type of stuff. what i mean is, he's not like his brother

they do look alike, though, and there are only slight differences between them that make them look different; sirius' eyes are a metal grey, whereas regulus' are a silver grey

regulus has always been a lonely owl and preferred to be alone over being in crowded, filled places. they've always made him uncomfortable, ever since his childhood, so he liked spending his time with his brother (and cousins) during the pure blood meetings, rather than being in the center of attention

this, of course, extended to hogwarts, where he had a few friends that he made because they were his cousin's friends

one friend that he did have though? lily evans, solely because of the slug club at first. both were reluctant about their bond, lily because of regulus' background and the person he was known to be and regulus, well, because of the same thing. eventually neither of them gave a flying hippogriff about it and genuinely enjoyed spending time with each other

also, since this seems to be controversial in the fandom: regulus never hated sirius for leaving him behind. my headcanon is that sirius asked regulus to come with him (i wrote something about this once, extract: "at the same time, one said a thing, the other one said the opposite. "stay" said the youngest. "come with me" the oldest looked in his brother's eyes."), and regulus told him he can't. even if sirius wouldn't have asked, he wouldn't have blamed him, because he knew that's what his brother had to do

always two steps ahead of everyone, because 1. he is a brilliant observer and 2. he is so very smart

he's actually really intimidating??? he doesn't usually talk he just glares??? and when he talks he speaks in french and he's lowkey scary although he's 5'7"

aroace and i will die on this hill. never even thought about liking someone

cat person cat person cat person

loves kids although he would never have his own

started growing his hair out since his sixth year, by the seventh it was about middle-neck length maybe he wanted to resemble sirius in the slightest because he misses his brother idk

really good at potions and comc

he can see the thestrals and he is friends with them, but he doesn't know how he can see them, because he doesn't recall seeing anyone die

after he finishes hogwarts he becomes the fair potions teacher that everyone loves, not some asshole who bullies kids who never did him wrong

I LOVE YOUR NEW THEME OMGG <333

thanks<3

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anyone please ask your crush out like this

i felt like i really had to make a post about this so here:

i am 100% conscious i went inactive since the start of this month.

i had a lot of work for school, like tons of homework and lots of tests, i had some big exams tuesday and last friday, and i had to prepare myself for the holidays.

since i'm going to be on holiday 23 dec ---> 3 jan, i may post a few things and write some stuff and maybe continue working on my fanfic.

(also i know that nobody really cared or notice i was gone but here i am, making a post about it lmao)

i hope you respect the decisions i've made in the past month and i'm gonna come back soon with things :)

also thank you for the almost 2k notes you left on this post! i really appreciate it and i promise that i'm gonna start the thing i promised right after my birthday!

note: this is the first time i'm writing something in a long time and it may be BAD (by the way, i'm gonna use the xe pronoun on sirius)

29th of October, 1981

The only thing sirius was thinking about was the suspicion xe had about peter. and xe couldn't deny, peter was acting weirder than ever, and sirius knew that the idea of peter being the secret keeper was a horrible idea. maybe the worst idea xe had in a long, long time. sirius even talked about it to james, and xe thought james wouldn't believe it, but for xyr happines, james told xem that he was going to think about it. sirius slowly put xyr glass of wine on the small, black table and got off the chair xe were sitting on and walked up to the potter's living room, where peter was.

"peter" sirius said quietly, so only peter could hear xem.

"sirius?" peter jumped off the couch he was sitting on. " i mean...yes? what is it?"

peter slowly started sweating, having the idea that sirius would want to talk about the things xe had in mind. he raised his head up to sirius to see xem look at him with a suspicious, but disappointed face.

"what did you do again?" sirius asked peter, trying to remain calm, though xe could explode any second.

"i...have no idea what you are talking about..." peter said, trying to keep a weird, fake smile on his face, while sweat kept running on his face.

"you told voldemort everything you could, didn't you? he knows everything about them." sirius looked down at peter, keeping the disappointed mask on.

"i..why would i, sirius? james and lily are my friends, i would never betray them!" peter exclaimed.

peter knew that was a lie, he did betray them. he betrayed them for power. for more power than he was already given. and sirius knew that too.

sirius let out a small, quiet sigh and walked up to the room xe went out of before, and sat back at the table, trying not to let a single tear come down. xe knew that was the end, at least for james and lily.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘹𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵...

@drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. wc: 1099

"Harry, why is there a hair tie on your wrist?"

"Don't lose it," Draco says. "That one's my favourite." Harry slips the blue elastic onto his wrist, as the fall of soft, white-blond hair cascades over his hand, his forearm, the ends tickling Harry's face.

"I won't," Harry says, surrounded by the coconut scent of Draco's shampoo, by the curtain of sleek, lustrous hair, isolating them from the world.

"Er... found it," Harry said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're good for..." Harry cast around for a less ridiculous lie, "wand grips."

Hermione frowned in disbelief, but looked down in thought at her own wand. "Huh."

Harry removed the elastic from his wrist and twisted it around the hilt of his wand, to demonstrate—it felt closer to his heart that way, anyway, mingling with his magic under his fingers.

"I want to tell them," Harry says, his head pillowed on Draco's chest. "I want to be yours." His face rises and falls with Draco's heavy sigh.

"No, you don't," Draco mumbles. "You don't."

"I do." Harry rolls on top of him—his hair isn't long enough to hide them. Draco's hair is splayed out on the pillow, tangled from sex and sleep, his pretty mouth pursed in a familiar, stubborn line. Morning light shines through the window, illuminating them with a reality they can't escape.

No one saw the ambush coming. Aurors lunged and dodged and threw protego after protego, but they were surrounded, they were sitting ducks, and something had to give. Harry ran out from behind the shipping container, reductos on his lips, red light and destruction bursting from his wand, his grip tight and unmovable around a thin blue elastic—

"Harry," Draco pleads. "Why would you want to be tied to someone like me?"

"Draco." Harry leans down and kisses him. "I've been tied to you, for so many years—" —Tangled and knotted and twisted in him, since the day Harry learned he was a wizard.

Draco doesn't let him speak for the rest of the morning.

Harry blinked himself awake, his mind heavy and hazy with anesthesia. The quiet, rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms interrupted the silence, and he took a deep breath of a familiar sterile scent—St. Mungo's—then coughed violently as his ribs throbbed, which only made the pain worse.

A slender hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him down, a wash of warm, soothing magic in his throat. As his coughing subsided, someone slid his glasses carefully onto his face, and he could finally see.

Draco stepped back, his handsome face exhausted and unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot, his lime green Healer's robes partially buttoned over his normal clothes, a shocking discomposure. His long hair fell loose and limp over his shoulder, frizzing where he'd run his hand through it too many times.

"Hi," Harry rasped. Draco didn't answer, his mouth set in that familiar, foreboding line. "Can I sit up?"

Draco frowned a little, but swished his wand, maneuvering Harry's bed until he was sitting upright. He then stood there, awkward and silent and sullen, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off Harry for even a second, and even more unwilling to admit it.

"Come sit," Harry said. Draco hesitated, but eventually made his way to Harry's bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. Harry tugged on his sleeve until he rolled his eyes and scooted closer.

"Mind if I sit?" Harry asks, his hand on the back of the empty barstool. Draco looks up, surprised, then schools his face quickly into a sneer.

"Far be it from me to turn away the Saviour," Draco says, but it sounds ingenuine, automatic. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Harry smiles, excited and curious and something else, like he's found something he hadn't known he was looking for. He feels real, now.

"Good." Harry sits, feeling triumphant. He waves down the bartender. "Two of what he's having."

Harry reached up to Draco's neck, gathering his soft hair to one side, separating it into three sections. Draco's whole body was tense, holding himself still, his face strained. Harry began to weave his hair with practiced ease, over and under.

"You're reckless," Draco finally said, his voice cracking. "Utterly harebrained. You could have been killed, Potter. You nearly were. There was so much—you weren't breathing—" he cut off with a harsh breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed.

Harry finished the plait, smoothing it down and holding the end with his fingers.

"My wand," Harry said. Draco tensed further, but slowly pulled out the familiar length of wood from the pocket of his robes, holding it out hilt first. Harry slid off the blue elastic, returning it to its rightful place on the end of Draco's plait.

"I didn't lose it," Harry murmured. A tear escaped down Draco's cheek, and he sighed, his whole body sagging.

"I knew you wouldn't." He took Harry's hand in both of his, watching his own thumb move over the scars on Harry's skin. "That's not what I was afraid of."

"What are you afraid of, then?"

Draco looked up. He looked awful, agonized, wretched—and so, so beautiful.

"This, Harry." His hands started to shake, where they held Harry's. "I was sure that losing you couldn't hurt me, if I didn't let you have me to begin with... I was wrong. It hurts, no matter what."

"You haven't lost me," Harry said, uselessly. "You won't."

"Don't you dare, Harry."

"You won't," Harry insisted. "Draco, I'm yours. And I already—I put in my notice a week ago." Draco's jaw dropped. "I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of not being around, for you. I don't know what I'll do, but I have time and money to figure it out, and I'm hoping—I'm hoping I'll have you, too—"

He was cut off by Draco's kiss, hard and fierce and relieved.

"You look like you're about to kiss me," Draco says. He looks equal parts hopeful and terrified.

"You look like you're going to let me," Harry replies. He's close enough to taste Draco's breath; gin and lime. He's right.

"It's about time," Ron declared from the doorway, startling them both. He had one arm around a smug, triumphant Pansy, the other around a shrewd, fond Hermione. For a second, Harry worried that Draco would bolt, but he only groaned in annoyance, hiding his embarrassment in Harry's shoulder.

"'Wand grips', indeed," Hermione muttered, and Harry tried not to laugh, for his ribs. When his joy spilled over, it was with a kiss in Draco’s coconut-scented hair.

drawing is so stupid it truly makes you google shit like “table”

note: this is the first time i'm writing something in a long time and it may be BAD (by the way, i'm gonna use the xe pronoun on sirius)

29th of October, 1981

The only thing sirius was thinking about was the suspicion xe had about peter. and xe couldn't deny, peter was acting weirder than ever, and sirius knew that the idea of peter being the secret keeper was a horrible idea. maybe the worst idea xe had in a long, long time. sirius even talked about it to james, and xe thought james wouldn't believe it, but for xyr happines, james told xem that he was going to think about it. sirius slowly put xyr glass of wine on the small, black table and got off the chair xe were sitting on and walked up to the potter's living room, where peter was.

"peter" sirius said quietly, so only peter could hear xem.

"sirius?" peter jumped off the couch he was sitting on. " i mean...yes? what is it?"

peter slowly started sweating, having the idea that sirius would want to talk about the things xe had in mind. he raised his head up to sirius to see xem look at him with a suspicious, but disappointed face.

"what did you do again?" sirius asked peter, trying to remain calm, though xe could explode any second.

"i...have no idea what you are talking about..." peter said, trying to keep a weird, fake smile on his face, while sweat kept running on his face.

"you told voldemort everything you could, didn't you? he knows everything about them." sirius looked down at peter, keeping the disappointed mask on.

"i..why would i, sirius? james and lily are my friends, i would never betray them!" peter exclaimed.

peter knew that was a lie, he did betray them. he betrayed them for power. for more power than he was already given. and sirius knew that too.

sirius let out a small, quiet sigh and walked up to the room xe went out of before, and sat back at the table, trying not to let a single tear come down. xe knew that was the end, at least for james and lily.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘹𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵...