Charlie Weasley // Regulus Black // Dean Thomas & Seamus Finnegan // Oliver Wood // Hannah Abbott // Paravti Patil & Lavender Brown // Susan Bones // Angelina Johnson
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.”
“To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.”
Characters’ favourite positions with their partners:
Harry & Draco:
Of course Harry and Draco do it a lot, in multiple positions, in any place they can, but Draco enjoys it the most when he’s riding Harry, because he feels like he’s the one who has the power, but also because Harry’s the deepest inside him like this, and it can reach…everywhere. He’s clawing on Harry’s chest, making marks on his skin, showing him and the rest of the world that Harry is his. Harry thrusts up into him deeply and Draco would throw his head back, gasping for air, feeling more full than ever. He’s extra pleased if Harry pulls him down roughly by his hair for a kiss. He rolls his hips and becomes in sync with Harry’s thrust, moaning louder. Harry’s low groans only make Draco more excited somehow. His thighs are strained trying to hold himself up, and it’s like Harry notices it as he sits up abruptly and pulls Draco close to him. He runs his hand into Harry’s hair and tugs, searching for Harry’s lips as they kiss again, bodies flushed together and Harry fucks up into him just the way he knows Draco loves. He knows Harry’s body as much as Harry knows his, and he always ends up wanting more.
Draco’s favourite sentence: “Harry, let me come!”
Harry is very versatile in positions, he can fuck Draco from behind, sideways, missionary, literally anything, but he adores it when Draco’s underneath him, his arms and legs wrapping tightly around Harry’s middle. Draco’s moaning, and his voice is like a beautiful song to Harry’s ear. He kisses Draco all over, the scars on his chest, his neck, and when he pulls back, Draco lets out the most vulnerable whimper, like he doesn’t want to let go. But Harry lifts Draco’s lower body off the bed, thrusting into him. At this angle, it reaches Draco’s special spot deeper, and Draco thrashes his hands clinging to the bedsheets. He calls out Harry’s name, reaching for him and Harry smiles almost smugly as he grabs Draco’s hands and keeps thrusting in. Then he can pull Draco up against him. Draco whines loudly when Harry stops thrusting up, so he’s moving his own hips, trying to fuck himself on Harry and kiss him until he begins fucking Draco again. When he comes, he wounds his arms around Draco’s back and kisses Draco back.
Harry’s favourite sentence: “You drive me crazy, Draco.”
Blaise & Ron:
Ron, as handsome as Blaise is, actually likes to be face down on the mattress, or any surface. He’s on all fours, his elbows and knees are getting sore, but he loves the weight Blaise has above him. He’s flushed behind Ron, kissing his back and nape, thrusting inside him. Ron would whimper when Blaise wraps his hand around his neck and tightens. He’s out of breath, but the adrenaline in his body rises and he’s brought closer to climax. Tears trailing from his eyes and dampening the surface beneath his face, he is even drooling a bit while moaning lewdly because Blaise is too thick and long and buried deep inside him. When Blaise spanks him, Ron cries out and reaches climax with a loud noise from his throat.
Ron’s favourite sentence: “Please.”
You’d think Blaise loves Ron’s favourite position as well, but he actually loves Ron when he’s facing him. Ron’s very vocal, even more in bed, and Blaise loves drawing sounds from Ron, wondering if his next sound will be louder than the last. Ron is needier in bed, begging and whining, and Blaise loves it. His fingers are gripping on Ron’s hips so hard it could bruise, and he does it anyway, as Ron has stated many times that he loves seeing the marks Blaise makes on his body. Blaise kisses the scar on Ron’s arm & the freckles on his body, knowing Ron would squirm and moan even more. He adores every reaction Ron makes, and his face is most disheveled during this time, sometimes he cries, only from pleasure, especially when Blaise chokes him with his hand around his neck, or when he slips his fingers into Ron’s open mouth, and Ron moans loudly around his fingers and sucks on it. Ron’s never allowed to touch himself, but Blaise wonders if Ron ever does it on purpose just to get Blaise to spank him, because he always has a little smile after being smacked for being naughty. Ron’s eyes look so blue and teary when Blaise’s deep inside him, Blaise couldn’t help but fucks him rougher, until the only word Ron can utter is “please”.
Blaise’s favourite sentence: “What a needy boy you are.”
Neville & Theodore:
Theo has been with enough men, he experiences all types of kinks, but when he meets and falls for Neville, he just truly realises that he loves it simple more, or maybe he just loves Neville so much. Normally he wouldn’t even care about the other guy, any position doesn’t matter, but when he’s with Neville, Neville makes him feel like he matters, and he’s loved. So Theo likes it face to face, when Neville’s deep inside him and kissing his throat, burying his face into his neck. He prefers looking at Neville’s face at this time, it’s the only time Neville loses his ‘good boy’ look and becomes a beast, sort of, because he’s ramming into him yet still murmuring sweet compliments into his ears. Neville is always so caring and attentive, making sure Theo reach his climax first, making sure Theo knows Neville loves him, and he kisses Theo almost hungrily during this time. And it melts Theo’s heart always.
Theo’s favourite sentence: “Hold me, Nev.”
Neville can’t help but admit he’s a vanilla sort of person, he enjoys missionary with Theo as well. At first, he’s scared of that because Theo has been with many men before, he knows more about stuff in bed than Neville, but once Theo has reassured Neville, he’s more confident in himself, especially when Theo’s underneath him, unable to be coherent anymore and just babbling Neville’s name. He loves it when Theo calls his name repeatedly, asks him to hold him, to touch him. Neville loves it when he trails his hands down Theo’s body and his lover shivers under his touch. He wants to be soft to Theo, but every time Theo makes a sinful sound, Neville just thrusts in harder, and it pulls an even louder noise from Theo. He would whisper things in Theo’s ear, moving his hips harder when Theo moans from his words. He trails kisses down his chest, wanting to paint his lover’s body with his presence. And Neville loves it even more when he knows he’s the only one that can draw a true reaction from Theo like that.
Neville’s favourite sentence: “I love seeing you like this, Theo.”
James & Regulus:
Regulus, as much as people think he’s the bold one in bed, actually gets a bit shy whenever he does it with James, that’s why he prefers when he’s facing away from James. He’s burying his moans into the pillow or the bedsheets, or muffling his sounds in his own arms, hiding the blush on his cheeks whenever James thrusts in the right spot inside him and showering him with sweet words. James is behind him, his hands would roam all over his body, caressing every part of his skin, and Regulus feels like he’s coming really soon just from that. James thrusts into him deeply, until Regulus lets out a loud filthy moan and a gasp when James wraps his arms from under Regulus’s chest and pulls him up against him. It’s even deeper like this, and Regulus loves it when James grabs his face so they can kiss. He has nowhere to hide his moans anymore, so it’s muffled between their kisses, and James swallows it up wholly. James loves kissing, and Regulus thinks he loves it as well.
Regulus’s favourite sentence: “Slow down, James.”
If there’s anything that makes James happier than making Regulus smile, it’s probably making Regulus come. James loves the noises Reggie makes, it’s always so lewd even when Regulus tries to hide it. The expression on his face is even more precious, that’s why James loves it when he’s looking at Regulus. Reggie, as no one knows, and no one should know, is actually flexible in bed, and James loves it when Regulus legs are draped over his shoulders as James thrusts into him. James looks at him, and realises he’s the luckiest man every time. Regulus’s lips are parted, his eyes are dazed with pleasure, and he bites his lips to hold back his moans. This is when James dives down to kiss him, because he wants to hear those beautiful sounds, and Regulus just looks so erotic like that. He slips his hands down Regulus’s jaw, slipping them into his hair, grazing his fingers over his nape, and kissing Regulus deeper knowing he’d draw out a moan from that. He thrusts harder when it happens. And it always happens.
James’s favourite sentence: “Let me hear those lewd sounds you make, Reggie.”
Harry: Sorry, dad, Malfoy and I kept getting into fights. Especially after today’s Quidditch match, I couldn’t help it
James: Oh, it’s okay, Harry, a little rivalry is good for you, really helps with your energy. Sometimes you’ll just find yourself bickering with the so-called enemy, and the next thing you know, you’re making out with your best friend’s younger brother in the Slytherin changing room after Quidditch
and he’d look up to the sky, whispering a name that had once fallen off his lips so easily, with so much love and devotion, in hopes that the stars would give a sign, a flicker, that they were still watching over him. but the stars remain always silent.
“you don’t mean that.” regulus said quietly, desperately clinging to the hope that he was right, and that sirius really, truly, didn’t.
“i mean every. fucking. word.”
“sirius, i-” the younger brother’s voice only cracked slightly.
there is a bittersweet pain in a brother’s betrayal, that sirius had seen coming all along. in a family of madness and secrets kept in the light of the stars, they were very few, the ones that came in the light of the sun.
and regulus had stayed in the shadows, where, seemingly, he belonged.
a single tear rolled down sirius’ cheek, that washed away the war’s pain, the traitorous act that regulus had done, the pain that had toughened them up, built them up, but at the same time, that broke them down.
family.
“mon petit frère est un traître.” sirius whispered, their voice shaking ever so slightly.
“non…” regulus trailed off. “sirius, s'il te plaît…”
and with the betrayal, the skull-headed snake marked in regulus’ skin forever,
i don’t feel like they are super popular ship but personally i love them and their history is also really tragic yet i believe that they were a really lovely couple :>
so my super talented friend cecilia made this edit based on the future jegulus/bartylus situation in my fic it doesn’t change anything. i can’t stop watching it. cecilia you’re absolutely amazing and i love you so much!
