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gumballavocadoharry · 27 days
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Stumbling in: Brother Harry:
October wind fluffed your hair the minute you felt the cool evening chill of fall shore through your skin. The taxi watched you tightrope walk up on the little brick pathway from the garage to the front porch glimmering a little shine from the overhead porch light. It was a little lantern for you after being stuck in a claustrophobic car, suckling in vomit and head spins; blurry lights radiating through the window, the mucky dew smell of London at night sent a shiver of isolation and adventure up to your spine, feeling the brisk euphoria of feeling "grown up."
You waved the taxi off, watching it slowly and quietly pull out from the driveway and gain its momentum back in the main street. Standing there for a while looking and taking in all the shadows of the picture painting houses on the block. It was so quiet, jaded with emptiness and complete privacy outside. A nocturnal poloroid moment for you; alone, unnoticed, but shady. Street lights sent spotlights in front of them; spaced so pristine and perfect, that somehow you went unseen. No one could see or hear you. That was until you thought slowly opening the front door would be the same way. But in every household, there's always one person who's either halfway asleep or fully awake.
Harry. Your brother.
"Where were you?" His voice, filled with silent rage and sternness. His green eyes seemed to penetrate through you like it was a stranger that had appeared in his presence, not his younger sister. "I was out.... I'm sorry I'm late, I lost track of time-"
"I was worried sick! You didn't call or text- not so much as a voicemail that said: "Hey, it's yn, I'm sorry I'm late." Nothing." A warm flush poured through your cheeks, looking down at the little wood floor that sported dark blotches over them. You could feel Harry stepping closer to you, eventually feeling his finger lift your chin to his face. His eyes were scanning something deeper, you could tell....no matter how hard you wanted to focus and force yourself to identify what he was looking for, you couldn't.
"You've been drinking?" You furrowed your eyebrows, scoffing a huffed giggle, "Are you serious? No." Now Harry's eyebrows were furrowed. "Yes you were! Yn-" Harry pushed himself away from you to collect his composure. His temper was blaring, and if scared you..... enough for shaky inaudible breaths to echo from you and your legs to dart you from the front door and upstairs to the bathroom. You ejected whatever was running through your stomach with the beers you had before flushing the toilet and dragging yourself to your bedroom.
A ping whiffed through you, snaking through up to your lungs. It shot faster upon your brother's creaky steps on the stairs. Lights were dim, your head; empty and pounding and Harry's quiet peek into your bedroom with dreary eyes and a silent disappointment....you knew he was.
You could make out the shadow of door closing behind Harry as his silhouette dissolved from the hallway.
Dust bunnies tickled your nose, the glow of the morning sun shimmered through the window. The headache seemed to fade and bitter aftertaste of Bass Ale simmered away. Breakfast crept through the crack under the door; the thick smog of muffins clouded through your room. A tense of happy came over you thinking of fluffy dough that would float and melt on your tongue. But, realization of Harry being the only other in the house, interrupted the euphoric thought.
The clock was striking to nine. You couldn't put off breakfast any longer; loud roars of your stomach became intolerable. You changed out of your clothes from last night, donning fresh new ones before stepping down the stairs. Shame splashed onto you, seeing the back of Harry at the stove, cooking breakfast for you and him. After everything, he's still doing this for me..... You thought. You took one step closer, then another, then another...until there you were.....only a few steps away from him. He clicked the stove off, turned to you and then back to the muffins. "Breakfast is ready," he set them on the stove before going into the living room. The flicker of last night haunted you like a ghost swimming around your mind.
Those feet planted on the wood, back to back, shoulder to shoulder against the door, and those angry lasering eyes that bore into you like the sun at its angriest. You didn't know what to say... Harry was sitting in the rocking chair, reading through his text messages and you catching a glimpse from coming through the doorway.
Yn where are you?
Pick up!
Why aren't you answering your calls? I'm really worried about you!!! I've been driving for hours and....
Harry looked up to you, feeling your presence in his space. "Yes?..." You came around to Harry's front and ducked yourself into hug. "I'm sorry....I'm really sorry Harry.....I shouldn't have come home so late.."
Back was bare and drafty, until Harry's soft hands cupped themselves around your body. "Why were you drunk yn?" You pulled away, letting tears trickle down your cheeks. "I don't know....I had a few drinks and I guess I lost count." Harry shook his head, "Yn...."
"I just wanted a good time!" You blurted. Harry looked at you, his eyes softening, "There is no 'good time' in getting drunk. You lose complete control of your senses and that's very dangerous. Anything and anyone could've hurt you......and I wouldn't be there...no one would've been there yn. That's why I was so upset.. I'm very protective of you and if anything ever happened...I just don't know what I'd do." You swallowed, biting your lip, allowing the lecture to twist inside you, knowing your brother was right. You picked the thin lip skin with your teeth, nervously questioning what Harry was going to do.
"Come here yn," you fell into his arms again, "I love you very much....very much," the sweet whisper warmed you.
"Don't ever forget that." Harry squeezed tighter. The room was filled with the quiet silence of breathing and heartbeats. You didn't say it out loud, but internally...you promised Harry, you truly would never forget just how much you were loved.
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Harry in Big Brother Mode /blurb/
AN: i thought of this and you knew i had to write it. also i wrote in fish pie as his siblings favorite dish because it's the only british dish i know. it is a british thing isn't it?? hope i don't sound completely stupid. hope you enjoy. give your feedback please.
This story contains: pure fluff
{ boyfriend!harry - older brother!harry - 25 year old harry }
word count: 1,278
Harry's twin brother and sister, Oliver and Alice, spend the night at yours and Harry's house for a sleepover and Alice wakes up scared in the night which leads her to end up sleepling in yours and Harry's bed.
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When Harry was just seventeen years old his mother got pregnant with his twin brother and sister, Oliver and Alice. Unfortunately with Harry's busy lifestyle, he wasn't able to be present in their lives as much as he wanted too. He often feels so guilty about it, knowing they would have wanted to spend more time with their big brother. But of course they saw each other on holidays and at family gathering.
Now that Harry has some time off from touring and will be home for a few months, he's invited Oliver and Alice to have a sleepover at his London home. They are eight years old now and that's the perfect age to do fun sleepover activities, even if they're with their big brother. But it won't be just Harry. It'll also have you there, Harry's girlfriend of two years.
You've meet Alice and Oliver a few times and they both absolutely adore you. So when Harry told them you'd be taken part in this sleepover, they were even more excited. You and Harry spent all day setting everything up for them. You got the spare bedroom tidied with clean bedding, you found a movie they'd enjoy, got some board games set up, brought out the nail polish because you thought giving each other manicures would be fun, even if it's bit sloppy on their part. They're eight so you can't expect the best of the best.
Around five Harry picked them up from the train station. You decided to stay home so you could allow them to spend a few minutes of alone time with their big brother. While they were gone you had cooked the twins favorite dish, fish pie.
At six pm you hear giggling and when you peak your head out from the kitchen area, you see Oliver and Alice clinging to Harry as they make their way to the kitchen. You can see just how much they missed Harry. You serve up the fish pie and eat at the dining room table. Then while eating you and Harry share what all you had planned for the sleepover tonight.
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The night went great. You finished up dinner and migrated to the living room where you first sat at the coffee table and played a few board games. Then at the same coffee table you painted each others nails. Oliver painted Harry's, yes Oliver takes after his big brother and wears pretty nail polish too, and Harry painted his. Then Alice painted yours and you painted hers. Then while your nails were drying you put on a film and snuggled up on the sofa together. You had more to do with the twins tomorrow, like visiting the London Zoo, so you couldn't stay up too late.
When the movie was over, Harry lead Alice and Oliver to the guest room down the hall from your bedroom and you went to your bedroom to give them some privacy. Harry helped them into the pajamas they packed and tucked his younger siblings into bed. They're sharing a bed because unfortunately he doesn't have another bed in his home at the moment, besides the one you both sleep on in your room.
When that was said and done, Harry came into your shared room and found you already in bed. He goes to the bathroom and does his nightly routine before joining you. You scoot over and lay your head on his bare chest, him wearing sweatpants not just his usual boxers in case of needing to get up in the night for his brother or sister, and fall asleep pretty quickly. No inappropriate things happen tonight because you both felt it wasn't appropriate with his siblings right down the hall.
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Everything was going fine and Harry got about three hours of uninterrupted sleep before he felt a little tap on his right shoulder. His first thought was that it was you, needing him for whatever reason. Then he heard a little voice that was way more childlike than yours whispering, "Harry, wake up." and remembered his brother and sister are staying over. He raises up from his laying down position in a flash and that's when he sees the shadow of his sister Alice standing beside his side of the bed.
Very quietly to not wake you up, Harry questions Alice, "What's wrong, baby? Are you sick? Is Oliver okay?"
Nervously, Alice replies, "Just.... just got scared and want to sleep with you. Please..." Harry hasn't shared a bed with his younger siblings since they were toddlers and the reason he did back then was when they came to visit him on tour and had nowhere else to sleep. And if you weren't sleeping beside him he'd agree in a heartbeat because he loves his twins siblings to death. He just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable because she is HIS sister after all, not yours.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Harry whispers, "Alright, but y/n is beside me so we'll need to sleep on the couch down stairs." You somehow wake up in the midst of their conversation and at first are just as confused as Harry was when he heard his name being called from within his sleep. But then you recognize the short shadow figure to be Harry's sister Alice and hear her repeat that she was scared. I mean they haven't stayed the night here in years and she was young, so being scared in a new place is a natural response to her tiny body. Even if there wasn't anything to be scared of.
When you notice Harry about to get out of bed, you speak from behind him, "No Harry, she can join us."
Your voice startles him because he thought you were still asleep. Quickly turning around, Harry asks you, "You sure, love? I can go sleep with her on the couch if the bed will get too crowded f'you."
"Yes I'm sure, H. Come on, you slide in the middle and Alice on the outside." you reply back with no hesitation. You love Alice and Oliver like they're your own siblings and would do anything to make them feel safe while they are guest at yours and your boyfriends house.
Harry agrees with, "Alright, come snuggle with me baby." He gets back into the covers and slides over to the middle of the bed. Then helps Alice get on the bed closest to the edge. She gets situated and to prevent her from toppling over the side, Harry wraps one arm over her small torso to keep her secure. "Is this better, Alice? Not scared anymore?"
Alice's little voice mutters, "Better. You always protect me, Harry." Though you're almost back into a sleep state behind Harry's back, you overhear his sister say that and nearly tear up at her words. Watching Harry be the best big brother makes you want to give him babies sooner than you originally planned. He's going to be the best daddy ever.
Now with Alice in Harry's arms and Harry nearly in your arms, you all three fall back to sleep. Oliver remains asleep in the guest room until six am when he realises Alice is gone. He gets up to search for her and he ends up finding her in bed with you and Harry. Not wanted to be left out, his eight year old body climbs up on the bed and joins in on the cuddle party. You welcome him as well, just as you had with Alice. Then you all four sleep snuggled together until you wake up for breakfast a few hours later.
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willsimpforanyone · 1 year
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Harry Potter imagine being Harry Potter twin sister and introducing your self after years of being a part.
thank you for your patience!
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you were terrified
well
terrified and excited
it took an insane amount of courage to go to hogwarts by yourself having left the care of your muggle foster parents
and london was intimidating as hell for an eleven year old
getting your letter meant that you were magic and that meant that your foster parents having to explain everything
they'd had an older child who'd already been to and left hogwarts so they knew roughly what the letter meant
it also meant they told you about your biological family
about your dead mother and father, lily and james
which you dealt with remarkably well
and about your brother
your twin brother
harry potter
who you were currently on the way to meet
the train ride over was filled with nerves and bouncy energy and you were very pleased that you'd made a few friends
in your pocket you had a written description of what to look for
messy brown hair, bright green eyes
a lightning scar
you first saw him when he was perched on a stool at the front of the great hall, the sorting hat being placed on top of his head
you applauded with the rest of the school without really knowing what it meant and made a careful note of where he was sitting
there was no way you could get to him on the first day, there was too much activity and sorting of houses and introducing yourself to your dormmates
the next day, however, gave you an opportunity
both you and him had a free period at the same time and you managed to run across the quad grass and grab his arm before he was whisked away somewhere
with no explanation you pulled him into an empty corridor
'hi, you're harry, right? harry potter?'
he blinked
'um, yes?'
your face broke into a huge grin
'finally. okay, um, hi! i'm your twin sister!'
understandably he was incredibly confused but after you told him everything
all about james and lily and your muggle fosters and how dumbledore had decided that both of your magic would be too powerful in one place
he began to believe you
you pointed out all the similarities between you two
but you were interrupted by hermione and ron who'd come to see what was up with harry and disappearing like that
hermione was skeptical of your story
'well, there's only one person who knows the truth'
and she led you to dumbledore's office
he revealed the truth, that he'd separated you two for your safety and the safety of those around you
that he had to place you with muggles to stop you knowing too much too young about the world of magic
but now you were reunited? he hoped the world would be ready
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thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!
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smilesstyless · 1 year
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What do you guys think about brother!harry?
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jegulus-till1die · 10 months
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“the marauders got the teenage years the golden trio couldn’t and the golden trio got the adulthood the marauders couldn’t get”
STFU😭😭😭😭
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breathingdisaster08 · 15 days
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*The Balck brothers speaking French*
James: *Literally melts on the spot and finds it extremely hot*
Remus: Shut the fuck up, I don't speak croissant.
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James and Sirius hang mistletoes at every doorway/entrance, so they have an excuse to kiss Regulus and Remus.
Regulus asks Remus to help him set the table while James and Sirius play with Harry.
As Regulus comes out of the kitchen, Remus runs into him at the entrance
Regulus:
Remus:
Sirius:
James:
Sirius: We didn't think this through
James: No, we did not
Harry: Kiss!
Remus gives Regulus a peck on the forehead
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littleliterarylesbian · 3 months
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Sirius: And now! I must leave! My darling Moonbeam needs me!
Regulus: Whore.
Regulus: Oh my god, who said that?
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shelternmberone · 2 months
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"Could a depressed person make THIS?"
proceeds to play a sick piano solo while one-handed
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wolvesandshine · 2 months
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When Sirius is comfortable around someone he becomes silent - preferring to exist in his own thoughts and just relax for a bit. When Regulus is comfortable around someone he never shuts up - he loves talking about anything and everything in between
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marvelomadness06 · 1 year
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If you think quidditch players weren’t superstitious, your wrong, and if you think James wasn’t the worst outta the lot of them, you’ve got another thing coming.
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gumballavocadoharry · 9 months
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Ties before guys:
Ian. The most charming cache to roll off your lips, and the most beguile image of a bulky muscled dark blonde, silver eyed, cleft chin and a magnetising smile. He lit up your world like a thousand lights that floated within the stream of the midnight river.
Ian had this protective complex where anything that could be a threat, was a threat. So, he would wrap his girthy arm around your shoulder and menace any guy that would look you up and down with coquettish grins or stares.
But there was one guy who wouldn't allow himself to be swindled by this 'charmer'; Harry, your older brother. Harry would shoot Ian's intense looks back with pieces of his own; glaring at any little edgy thing the hunk would try to pull. You saw it as a friendly competition between the two over who could protect you more. But it was anything but friendly.....Harry hated the guy.
Ian was a jock like; he was nice and sweet to you, but everyone else, he would be exceedingly cruel towards. Especially Harry. Ian deep down was jealous of the bond you both had with each other and how protective Harry was of you. So it no doubt became an issue when he saw you were dating an awful man like Ian. Of course, like all the lovesicks of the world; you were too blind to see the bitterness of his double side.
Harry tied his long locks into a bun, while sitting on the couch waiting for the 'monster' to arrive. "Harry, he's not a monster. Of anything he's a huge sweetheart," A snort escaped from a disgruntled Harry. "I bet he is." Sarcasm bit into you from the auditory irk your brother had created now in the thick of the tension.
"And isn't this 'sweetheat' an hour late?" His voice now smothered in exasperation. "Maybe he's running a little late, but don't worry, he'll be here." Harry nodded, looking down with pursed lips.
He wasn't shy about expressing his antagonism for Ian, and you were no stranger to knowing this. Finally a knock at the door sounded and Harry sprung from the couch before you could even glance to the door. "Hi, is yn re-"
"Where were you?" Harry questioned, the frown still not leaving his face. "Hi babe, sorry about that." You interjected. Since when do you have to apologize? Harry thought. Ian wrapped you into a tight hug, squeezing your thighs more provocative than justifiable. Harry sharpened his glare at this but softened at the notion he forcibly suggested. "How about I go with you guys to the movies?" You squinted your eyes, in clear vivid annoyance, but Harry couldn't care less at the maddened gesture.
Ian looked at you, sharing your annoyance but utterly and disgruntledly agreed, seeing at the lack of free choice in this situation. On the car ride, Harry drilled Ian with questions. Steam was pouring from your ears and you could just about punch Harry for pestering your boyfriend all because of his inquisitive desire to be overprotective. Gosh, even Anne didn't act like this!
Upon arrival, Harry did just about everything to get in between you and Ian: standing in the middle of you two and pulling you away from him, sending you off to get popcorn and drinks and staying behind to interrogate Ian. You growled at this, and became obstinate in wanting to be around Ian.
During the movie, you made Ian sit next you on the opposite much side much to Harry's chargain. Ian didn't hesitate to make a move on you once given the chance. He grouped your breast in his meaty hand; which bothered you.....but you assumed all couples took things physical at one point.
Harry glanced over, and pressed a tight angry glare to Ian.His teeth almost turned sharp to the points and his face grew hot and red; seething with vexation at this jock. Your eyes silently screamed for help, but your mouth was pursed tight, taking in every moment of being taken advantage of. Whether you believed it or not.
That night, after coming home, the air was silent yet brittle. Harry knew what happened, and you knew that he knew. Ian was at home and you decided to busy yourself with the dishes. "I'll help you," your big brother suggested, "Oh it's okay-" But Harry had already plopped on an apron and some gloves. You gulped back any mention of Ian as you knew that's what Harry was going to talk about.
"Good movie," You started, Harry nodded before placing a fork into the clear water side of the sink. His heavy breath rhymed a hollow mood, the more he shoved the dished into the sudsy bubbles and then clearing them off for you to dry.
"You know, Ian is an amazing-" "I don't like him at all Yn," Harry's bluntness took you for a ride. The curve he threw at you was something unexpected as he was very heedful with his words. Harry noticed your flabbergasted look, and didn't inch it off your face until he explained himself.
"I saw him trying to make a move on you while at the movies. He groped you Yn and I could see you were very uncomfortable." Anger rose inside of you. Deep down, Harry was right about feeling the bile of being seen as nothing but a mere sexual barbie doll to Ian. He didn't respect you, but you had another reason for staying with him.
You were terrified of the guy.
He stood a few solid feet above you; towering over you like a lanky tree. His bulky muscles could easily dominate you in strength, and his thick hands could pin you with every breath. But nonetheless, you still didn't think it to be Harry's business.
"Ian was just trying to cuddle. And besides- you barged in on our date!" "I'm glad I did, or else I would never have seen that! Yn, Ian is no good, and I really don't want you seeing him again."
"I can date whoever I want! You're the one getting in the way of our relationship all because you can't accept I'm growing up and have a new man in my life!"
"Yn-"
"No! Forget it Harry. You're the one who's no good for me!" You slammed the dish down before running upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you hurt Harry, but you didn't care. In fact, you wanted to hurt him. You slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed and cried. Everything Harry said was true, and the olid truth ate at you like a virus. Nothing could shake that feeling of not having what you needed in this relationship.
Heavy footsteps; ones you distinguished to Harry's pattered up the steps and past your bedroom, stopping for a minute and then continuing to his bedroom. You both stayed silent that night.
The sun was up and you layed in bed just staring at the little dust bunnies that were illuminated in the sunlight, floating around.
You pondered heavy on what Harry had said. Despite the zealous of silence between you two, you still took heart of what you're elder brother had said.
So, you set your ambition on calling Ian up and asking him to meet you at the park. Ian became excited, thinking this was a date. But your heart raced at the thought of being alone with Ian. But not completely.....at the park, in front of hundreds of people who could call the police if needed. "I'm off to the park," You announced, coming into the kitchen where Harry was eating his breakfast.
"Ok." He plainly said, still swollen at the arrows of words you shot into him last night. You met Ian at the park as promised, where he stood in a tight t-shirt, muscles bulging out of his arms assertively.
"Hey Ian," Nervousness was more of a covering than the yellow tanktop you chose. "I called you here because.....I feel like our relationship isn't working. We want two different things and- I just don't think it's going to work out....I'm sorry."
You wanted to walk away, but Ian's eyes turned red- his teeth clenched and his rancorous arm reached out and grabbed yours. "Yn, you don't see we're perfect! It's that stupid brother of yours isn't it!" Ian's aggression scared you. It shook you into a paralyzed stance. "I love you Yn,....and you're going to see that when-"
"GET OFF HER NOW!" A voice behind you yelled. You quickly turned to see Harry, grab Ian's arm and shove him away from you. You were astonished by the bravery Harry exhibited, despite Ian towering over him. Harry quickly ran to you and turned you and himself away from Ian.
"Are you alright?!" Your brother asked, eyes burning with fear, anger and adrenaline. You nodded, collapsing into Harry's arms. Even Ian's steroid like muscles didn't feel as safe as Harry's.
"H-how did you know I was here?" Harry smirked, "You said you were going to the park earlier.....I just had a gut feeling about Ian....and I felt you were in danger, so I followed you and when I saw him grab you like that..." Harry's jaw clenched. He grabbed your face gently and looked into your eyes. They twinkled with a fierce amount of protectiveness. "I just just couldn't let anything happen to you."
You cried into Harry's arms. "I'm sorry. For everything that I said. I didn't mean it....you were right and you're the best brother ever." You sobbed.
"I know," Harry's cheekiness meant you had been forgiven. Well, you always were.
You both walked home, arms wrapped around each other. You didn't need Ian to make you feel like a true lady.....you had Harry for that. The first and greatest man in your life. Your brother's love was more than enough for you.
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how do yall feel about me writing older brother!harry? maybe harry in his mid or early 20s and his brother or sister being around 8 or so years old. and maybe his siblings have a sleepover at his and y/ns house one night. do you like this idea?
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accio-sriracha · 3 months
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The Not-So-Much Black Brothers.
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"Mr. Potter." Sirius' grin widened as he caught sight of his brother.
Regulus couldn't help the twitch of his lips as he nodded back,
"Mr. Lupin."
And they stood there for a moment, basking in the freedom they felt. They had singlehandedly cut off the fucked up line of the most ancient and noble house of Black.
And they were so godamn proud of it.
"I'll see you tomorrow for dinner at your's?" Sirius asked, hopeful. Regulus nodded,
"See you tomorrow, Sirius." His smile was genuine now.
The Lupin's, Potter's, and Evans' lived happily ever after, and that's canon, thank you very much.
~~~♤~~~
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likeprongstostars · 2 months
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godfathers dayy
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The Daily Prophet: two people have reportedly broken into the Ministry all by themselves.
Regulus: *scoffs* what idiots
*Front cover on the daily prophet, showing Barty and Evan running away from the aurors*
Regulus: wait, those are my idiots
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