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(for @cartoonjunkie-art‘s @therealjacksepticeye anti art contest. ft eye strain, wristbands, and that hot glitch action)

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He doesn’t remember falling asleep.

Even though it is his second time upon them, the mugglemade sheets are just as scratchy as the first; blessedly there is no muggle scented ‘freshener’. No, this is house-elf clean, that is familiar.

This time it’s just his hands and wrists bare; he’s still wearing his shoes.

Amusement bubbles up in his chest, recalling the face Evans had made the last time his footwear had been in contact with her bedding. A different bed, a different time. And Evans…

Slowly, Regulus tilts his head to a side, the pillow shifting beneath his cranium, the slightest rustle of sheets alarmingly loud.

She’s sprawled out beside him now, the most unguarded expression he has ever witnessed upon her sleeping face. All the defences are down; the knight that cut so harshly with words made steel, the archer that fired those oh so sharp glares with pinpoint accuracy, both are missing.

Now there’s no castle to defend, he’s found himself within the fortress and Evans sleeps as a dragon would, the protective bulk of her magic curling around the room, sheltering her hoard.

Perhaps he should feel flattered he’s been allowed in at all.

Or perhaps he’s part of the hoard, another oddity collected and stored.

Stored, not treasured. Regulus isn’t too sure he knows enough about Evans to be sure if she’s capable of treasuring something.

But, as he’s come to realise recently, there’s a whole lot he doesn’t know about Evans.

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From A Fresh Bouquet by @tsume-yuki!

“Not that she’s the only mudblood of that waste-of-space house, but she’s the one that stands out. The bludger yet to the chained back into the box, the snitch yet to be caught.” I love that line, but it didn’t fit into the picture, so I mention it now. In fact, I love every line, I really do, I would cite the whole thing, but that’d be pointless. How do you write so well?

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“Can never be too careful in these times, Evans. Let’s get a look at you then; bit fierce for a ‘Puff, aren’t you?” 

Drumming up her best copied-from-Regulus sneer, Poppy sinks back into the sofa and folds her arms mutinously across her belly, scowling at the Auror who grins back, totally unrepentant. 

“Someone just tried to seriously kill the Dark Bastard.” 

“What?!” 

Moody nods, his grin now savage and proud. He looks exceptionally pleased, regardless of the fact there’s a ‘tried’ in that sentence. 

“Didn’t manage to off the bastard, but reports say it was a near thing. Soon as he’s recovered the bastard’s no doubt gonna hunt the perpetrator down and we need to find him before then.” 

“Find him and pin a medal on him?” Poppy hazards a guess, the approval in Moody’s eyes all too easy to read.

“The tome can wait, Regulus. I can’t. Didn’t you get my note?” (Note: Get your noble ass in bed, asshole.)

Poppy Evans and Regulus Black (from A Fresh Bouquet" by @tsume-yuki​) as a happy couple! Regulus geeked out in the last chapter, and I loved it. So here is more geeky nerdy Regulus who’d leave his girl high and dry for a tome. Almost. And truth is, it goes the other way round, too. What you don’t see here is that Poppy, in fact, got to read the tome first (a frustrating week for Regulus). In the future, with nothing to worry about, their fights are all about who gets to read the newly pursued tome first :D NERRRRDS

and this video tutorial saved me from more frustration, bless.

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Fanfic: A Fresh Bouquet Ch 12, Harry Potter | FanFiction

Still, he finds himself holding his breath as the man walks out, dark cloak rippling around his body in the summer’s wind. It is as is the world stops when Riddle steps into that snare; Regulus’ breath is tight in his chest, his lungs burning but his ribs and abdominals refuse to mobilise, to move even an inch.

As if such a thing will mean Riddle knows what’s happening before it’s too late.

But no, he steps into the hidden runic circle as if he is invincible.

And then the world goes white.

At the sound of the racks crashing the boy stopped, just under the last whitewashed arch, the blue sky and a stretch of sea opening behind him like an immense mouth of intense light ready to swallow him, and slowly turned around to face the tourist. 

His silhouette drawn by the back lighting, Andreas marveled at the boy’s outlined beauty of classical proportions, highlighted against a scene so ageless of a cat lazily yawning and stretching under the warmth of the sun, and fresh red poppies of early Spring fluttering in the breeze and dropping their petals. Time stood still – or had it always been that eternal in Greece?   


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“Do you think I’ll be able to write my own book some time in the future?”

“It’s quite possible. What would you write about?”

“Dark Lords, I think,” Poppy concludes, wand tapping against the rounded side of her bump, watching the colours dance out across the material of her shirt. On a whim, she pulls it up to expose her swelling belly, tracing the stretch mark that had sneakily appeared during the week. A flick of her wand as the image of her baby overtaking the skin, formed in different shades of gold. 

Little limbs shift about, legs kicking out and Poppy can feel it against her skin.

“That won’t be a terribly beloved topic,” Bathilda grumbles dryly, only giving the baby a single curious glance before she returns to her own notes. 

“But it’d be oh so interesting, wouldn’t it? Don’t you ever wonder why?” 

Here the old woman pauses, eyes finding the cabinet by the wall, her eyes lingering on the photo of one tall, merry-wild blond. “All the time.”

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Her sister is blushing.

Eyebrow rising, Poppy abandons her attempts to build the bookshelf, instead scooting closer to her sister to poke at her flushing cheeks.

“I kinda haven’t told him yet.”

“You haven’t? What, does he just think I’m getting fat?”

The fact Lily reddens even more proves that’s exactly what Potter’s been thinking and Poppy chortles in delight.

“He told me I should stop inviting you over for dinner so often! He thinks I’m fattening you up by giving you the biggest portion and he’s jealous!”

Snickers dissolving into a full blown, belly-deep laughter, Poppy buries her face in her hands, completely unable to look at her sister.

Ok i was tagged by @lenacries so here we go

Rule: answer the 20 questions and tag some ppl u want to know better

Name: uhh see nickname

Nickname: magglers, BBH8 ( just my UN for other stuff)

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: i have no clue but prob like 5"4’ or smth

Orientation: asexual

Favorite fruit: mangoes, kiwis

Favorite season: fall

Favorite book: count of monte cristo (i don’t really read a lot of books)

Favorite flower: fire poppy, lavender

Favorite scent: fresh baked cinnamon rolls

Favorite color: red

Favorite animal: cats or rabbits /p>

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea

Average sleep hrs: 6-8

Favorite fictional characters: Royce Brackett (transistor), Michael Myers, Laurie Strode, Dwight Fairfield (dbd), Jake Park (dbd), Dismas (darkest dungeon), Darius (party hard)

# of blankets you sleep with: 1

Dream trip: none

Blog created: 2016

# of followers: 116

I tag @akimuta @tokyoghoulre @notthebasement(if you haven’t done it already?) any one of my mutuals who feels comfortable enough for this i guess
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A Fresh Bouquet Chapter 11, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Reborn into the world of Harry Potter, Poppy Evans has only one goal; make sure she's not the only magical Evans alive by 1982. And maybe save that smug Potter while she's at it. Regulus Black didn't fit into the equation; he wasn't suppose to be so distracting. A Mature SI fic

“Oh my- she’s kicking!”

“He’s kicking?” Potter squawks, tangled with Sirius who has also made to leap forwards at the same time. Thus, instead of crowding around her, the two end up in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“It’s a girl, I can feel it,” Lily grumbles, sticking her tongue out at Potter, hand still stroking away at Poppy’s belly and it’s starting to get a bit strange now.

“Lils! I wanna greet the kid too!”

“Hush, she’s my niece which means I’m more important.”

“Yeah, well Popsie is gonna name the bratling after me!”

Both Potter and Lily pause, identical looks of ‘did I really just hear that’ on their faces. In unison, they swing around to glare at Sirius, Sirius who grind utterly unrepentantly at the duo.

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A Fresh Bouquet Chapter 10, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Reborn into the world of Harry Potter, Poppy Evans has only one goal; make sure she's not the only magical Evans alive by 1982. And maybe save that smug Potter while she's at it. Regulus Black didn't fit into the equation; he wasn't suppose to be so distracting. A Mature SI fic

“How goes your foray into premeditated murder, dear Nephew?”

Head hanging back over the arm of the chair, Regulus forcibly stills his body from squirming in place. This is his damn safehouse and if he wants to be laid out across the sofa he’ll damn well lay out across the sofa. His parents aren’t here to chide him for it and he highly doubts Cassiopeia will care all that much. As for her question-

“I have the bare bones of a plan.”

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A Fresh Bouquet Chapter 13, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Reborn into the world of Harry Potter, Poppy Evans has only one goal; make sure she's not the only magical Evans alive by 1982. And maybe save that smug Potter while she's at it. Regulus Black didn't fit into the equation; he wasn't suppose to be so distracting. A Mature SI fic

The fireplace in the backroom ignites but he can’t find the energy to be too bothered by his aunt effectively storming out on him. He has, after all, bigger and more important things to spend his time thinking over.

Yet, he still finds himself thinking of Evans, still puzzling over the conundrum of blood when he should be focused on taking Riddle out.

It doesn’t matter that the only woman who has ever interested him is no longer off limits.

No, that’s not quite the way to put it. She’d never been ‘off limits’ to begin with; it was more than just his silly prejudice, a mindset forced upon him from a young age, that stopped things from continuing further than they did.

Given the current political climate, his family background, announcing themselves as a couple would have been suicidal a move. In the very least, he can thank the pureblood agenda for that.