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whackmewithwhump · 2 years

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Because I’m a sucker for the bad boy/class clown/troublemaker character utterly suffering, I am once again thinking about Sirius Black and his infinite whump potential. Everyone loves to make Remus suffer, myself included ofc, I’m not one to pass up a werewolf opportunity but something about Sirius is just *chef’s kiss*.

(tw: mention of familial abuse, physical and emotional, as well as alcohol)

I think it’s the fact that the canon information we have about him leaves so much room for the mind to wander. I imagine him at Grimmauld Place in the summer, either getting injured in altercations at home, likely with his mother, and taking the floo as an escape to James’ or Remus’. Especially if he goes to Moony, chances are he’d be embarrassed and ashamed to be in such a vulnerable state, and Remus would reassure him that after all the full moons he helped him get through he was happy to return the favour.

I imagine him showing up absolutely pissed, unsure of how to cope with his situation in a more productive way than drinking. I think about him falling ill at home, but he’s not fucking going to his mum about it, and Kreacher isn’t the most helpful, so he has to sheepishly enlist a friend to help him. Maybe he brushes it off to the point that they’ve got to make a stop at St. Mungo’s.

I imagine the time where James has finally had enough and wants him to move in, but they need to get some of his belongings from Grimmauld Place before the move, and they go on a stealth mission to sneak in and out of the house undetected. I want Remus to join them and fall even more in love with Sirius when he sees his bedroom, with hot muggle girls plastered to the wall, gryffindor garb strewn proudly about the place both to stick it to his family but also to try to feel at home in that place.

I want to see Sirius both craving intimacy and closeness but being guarded and unable to relax at first. Being touch starved for his childhood makes it difficult but there is still a deep longing to have comfort of being near someone. Perhaps spending time as Padfoot helps with him overcoming this.

All of these issues would be so compounded post Azkaban, and new ones would surely arise. I want a more in depth perspective of trying to navigate his emotions after being stuck in that place. I want to see how he manages on the run and in hiding after his body was ravaged in prison. I want Remus’ heart to break when he sees what his friend has been reduced to, and for Sirius to be crushed with guilt and responsibility that Remus had to go through all those moons completely and utterly alone, believing to have been betrayed by his closest friend which resulted in the seeming demise of his other two.

I want him to feel lost in the world, lacking an identity, being snatched away at such a young age, and being both emotionally stunted and feeling exceedingly old and weathered at the same time. I want him to be fragile, physically and mentally, susceptible to injury and illness, especially sleeping in caves and eating rats. I want all of the angst and the pain and the comfort and the wholesomeness that could come with properly exploring his character’s story.

If Harry Potter squicks you out now (valid, fuck Joanne) replace these characters with your favs, anywho, damn I do love taking the hollow bones the canon gives us and filling it out with my own thoughts

#whump #sirius black #remus lupin #hurt and care #hurt and comfort #emotional h/c #harry potter whump #harry potter #wolfstar #sickfic #angst

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whumpwillow · 2 years

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Your whumping is so good OMG how do you get so many ideas just how! I can't write whump but I totally love to read it. I write and read in the Harry Potter fandom and there are two fics I totally love for the whump you don't even need to know the fandom to appreciate the whumpq there. One is a wip and the whumpee and caretaker part is so good in this chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38413297/chapters/96018208

This other one is just plain whump whump whump for chapters before any comfort and. No context needed the whumping starts here it's one of the best torture arcs I ever read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31568015/chapters/79821118

i feel like i'm one of the rare few that never had a HP phase, though I did visit the site of the 9 and 3/4 place when I went to England, which was cool. very crowded tho.

I've never read those fics but thanks for sending them! I'll check em out. This one is my fave that I've read in the HP fandom so far, its perfect (and there's art!! can't find the link for it tho)

also thank youuuuu. i kinda just get my ideas from looking at everything in the whump tag and scrolling through a bunch of peoples blogs lmao

#willow answers #answered asks #harry potter whump #whump recs #whump #whump community

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i-whump-dat · 4 months

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I consider this to be THE best Harry Potter fanfic I have ever read. It's nice and long 😉, chock full of Harry Snape whumpy goodness, and does a bang up job of the characterizations based on the book characters.

Fucking legend, here ya go:

#harry potter #ao3 fanfic #whump fanfiction #harry potter whump #snape whump

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whumpitlikeyoumeanit · 6 months

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I gave in and got a AO3 and now I put all the little weekly stories in this series.

#whump writing #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #harry potter whump #harry potter fanfiction #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it

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fantasyandshit · 15 days

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You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

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(Same day, Sirius pov)

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

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Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

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(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

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I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

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So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

#marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #Sirius black #Sirius black x reader #James potter #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader #black reader #whump

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won4ver · 1 month

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prompts + dialogues list [part 2]

you can request up to 3 at a time (in total) + feel free to use :)

you both surprise each other with a bouquet of flowers

*person one* goes to whisper in *person two*’s ear but they accidentally trip and kiss *person two*’s cheek instead

*person one* is scared so *person two* gives them one of their earbuds

*person one* and *person two* take turns playing songs for each other (ex. taking turns rating each others songs)

*person one* surprises *person two* with a mixtape they made for them

*person one* surprises *person two* with a small tattoo dedicated to them (ex. *person two* drew a doodle on *person one*’s arm and *person one* got it tattooed)

*person one* acts like they’re leaning in to kiss *person two* but at the last second they swerve to the side and whispers an affirmation in their ear (ex. “i’m so proud of you”, “you did so well”)

*person one* confesses to *person two* through a cootie catcher (ex. they write “i’m in love with you” under each number)

*person one* is going out of town for a few nights and *person two* gifts them a blanket/pillowcase with *person two*’s face on it

*person one* is sick in bed and *person two* sings them a song while playing the guitar to help *person one* fall asleep

everyone is sitting together but *person one* can’t stop staring at *person two* and everyone except for *person two* noticed

*person one* is performing on stage and they make eye contact with fan!*person two* and forgets a line / stutters

*person one* hears someone talking bad about *person two* and fights them, not knowing *person two* saw the whole thing

*person one* refuses to bandage *person two*’s wounds until they promise to stop getting into fights

*person one* holds grudges and acts sassy when *person two* talks to them (ex. *person two* won an arm wrestle and *person one* refused to drop their attitude until they did a rematch and won)

*person one* can’t stop watching *person two* with a fond smile on their face even though *person two* isn’t doing anything special (ex. they’re studying together, they’re playing video games)

tsundere!*person one* and bubbly!*person two* do skincare together but when it comes time to clean it off *person one* refuses to take it off unless *person two* does it for them

“do you love me?” “who told you that I didn’t?”

“you don’t need to be scared around me, I’ll never let anything harm you”

without looking up at *person two* *person one* was able to draw *person two* perfectly from memory

*person one* gives *person two* the bigger half because they know how much *person two* adores that specific food

*person one* remembers everything that *person two* tells them and *person two* didn’t realize until their friends brought it up

“I wouldn’t mind living forever, as long as you’re with me”

*person one* hated *person two*’s drink but still switched drinks with *person two* because they noticed that *person two* preferred theirs

*person one* noticed that the chef messed up *person two*’s order and switched their plates before *person two* noticed (ex. they both don’t like tomatoes and ordered their burgers without it but when it came to the table *person one* noticed that they left the tomatoes in *person two*s)

*person one* refuses to began their performance until *person two* arrives (ex. *person one* signed up for a talent show but refused to go onto stage until they saw *person two* come through the entrance)

*person one* was nervous about doing something without *person two* but when they reached into their pocket they found a slip of paper, one that had a little good luck message and/or a doodle on it

*person one* gives *person two* their cherished good luck charm because *person one* couldn’t find their own

while playing a game with their friend group *person one* noticed *person two* cheating and instead of telling anyone they decided to help them cheat instead (ex. they were playing monopoly and *person two* was in charge of the properties and *person one* was the bank teller. *person one* saw *person two* sneaking different property cards into their pile but instead of reacting *person one* decided to start passing *playing two* some bills under the table)

“my lips hurt, can you kiss them better?”

“you look so pretty in my clothes, but I have to say that my arm around your shoulder suits you way more”

“you’re my favourite part of me”

“I don’t think you should smile at anyone other than me, I can’t have them falling in love with my *petname*”

they’re at a concert with their friends but they’re the only two people standing up and dancing to the music

during an important speech *person one* mentions *person two” knowing their relationship wasn’t public yet

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delineate-creates · 6 months

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Day 26: Remove

Tom brushed back a piece of his hair, leaving the scar on display.

‘It’s bleeding so much,’ he said, eyebrows furrowed.

Harry’s heart was thundering. The brush of Tom’s finger against his skin was electric and he held his breath, trying not to lean into the touch.

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From chapter 47 of Emeralds_and_Lilies’s What Souls Are Made Of

#inktober #inktober2023 #hp #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #tomarrymort #my art #fanart #cw: blood #yes yes…another one #wsamo has a permanent 1br apartment in my brain #this scene…..hhrrngggGGGGHHHAAHH #feelings. conversations. whump.#I think about it more than I should

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souptastical · 8 days

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Graphics for the chaps im putting on AO3 tonight for "To Go From Here" (adding chap links as I post them)

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 Chapter 9

#harry potter whump #harry potter fic #drarry #drarry fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar au #harry potter au #whump tropes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #wolfstar parents #severus snape

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apparentlytheproblem · 2 months

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f o r b i d e n l o v e - p r o m p t l i s t

these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows, this is a few things that has happened to me so no one is coming for me saying this is unrealistic alr :)

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

"before i fall asleep, i always think about fall asleep with you."

"don't give up on us"

"don't leave me"

"everytime i want to talk to you, you're not there. and that leaves me lonely"

"how am i supposed to forget you if you won't even leave my head"

"how long shall i wait?"

"i have so much love for you in my heart that it doesn't fit."

"i need you to calm down and tell me okay? I'm here."

"i wish i could come and give you a hug."

"i'm going to fucking marry you and i'll protect you from all the pain"

"we're going to run away"

"you're all i'll ever need"

"its always us, us forever okay?"

"i wish you weren't so perfect, things could have been easier for us"

"you know I love you, right?"

"You can't love me"

"you're perfect, you're all i want."

"you make me feel seen"

"we shouldn't be doing this"

"i want you to kiss me"

"walk away from this, walk away from us"

"you're fun to kiss"

"where were you when i needed you?"

i just need a hug and it sucks that you can't give me one"

"i'll protect you"

"i can't fix you, that's on you"

"why do i always have hope for us"

"I know I can't have you."

"shhhh it's me."

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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hello! 🌷 is it okay to request weasley twins x hufflepuff reader that was tortured by umbridge, but didn't give away the prank / bad thing that the twins did? out of loyalty for them

maybe comfort too, since they're thankful to reader and also feel guilty for what umbridge done to her. could be pre-dating or already dating them !!

have a lovely day 🎀

As a Hufflepuff who would have 100% been forced to not use their wheelchair because Umbridge would think I was faking my disability for attention, yeah we gonna get some Whump in this shit. ((Lowkey having some rough shit going on mentally so some vent fic like this will be hella. Thanks anon! Perfect timing!

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Honey Wounds

Warning: Violence, Umbridge in general, blood, torture, whump, hurt/comfort 🎆🐝🎇

“Where’s little bumble bee-?” The twins would worry, as they had wondered why you didn’t show up to the secret little defense class Harry started up. Where could their little Hufflepuff be? Had them a little worried. By little, it was a lot. Things have been getting a lot more tense recently. Umbridge was really hammering down, and she was making her mission to find a way to get those two into Azkaban. By any means possible. The only reason she hasn’t was probably because of Percy somehow. As they worried, someone was quick to grab them.

“Fred, George, something bad happened. Something really bad happened-!” The first year was crying, and the duo were on red alert now. The poor kid was in to many tears to really speak, so they figured there was no need to. George was quick to pick the first year up, as the child was just pointing. Fred was in the running lead, as George was trying to comfort the child. The poor kid was hiccuping, and seeming so scared. Something bad happened, and they had to figure out what it was. That’s when they saw it. Blood on the barrels, like someone was slapping bloody hand’s desperately to get into the Hufflepuff dorm.

“Shit shit shit, what did she do now-?” Fred hissed, as he tried to focus on entering the dorm. Having to get literal blood on his hands, in order to get inside. With the pattern played, the duo were able to run inside. Left to see the Hufflepuff dorm full of noise. So many students all busy and around someone. When Hannah Abbott noticed the twins, she stepped away. Pulling away fellow students, and the horror was on display.

“Fred, George…..?” It was you, and you were not looking hot. Not looking hot at all. You were horribly pale, and your hands looked as if they had been through a chopping block. The fellow Puff’s had done their best to try and help, but it was like they wouldn’t stop bleeding. George had instantly covered the first years eyes, despite the fact the child had long seen it. It was just habit after all.

“WHAT HAPPENED-?!” Fred was soon by your side, while George was quick to hand the child off to someone. Now he was on your other side. You were just to tired to really process it all, given the blood loss. If it wasn’t for their brilliant hair, you would have assumed it was just more worried Hufflepuff’s. Just trying so hard to help. It’s rather scary. Sure, it’s Hogwarts. Things get violent, but this wasn’t just a random accident. Nor some run in with a beast. This was a woman who wanted to hurt.

“I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell her-“ You managed to say, with a smile. The twins looked at each other, wondering what you were blabbering about, before they were quick to take over. The Puff’s made sure to stay out of their way, as the twins were able to move in ever perfect unison. Not needing to speak, to move. Fred was quick to start emptying their bags, as George was taking care in trying to wash the wounds on your hands.

“I know it’s in here, come on out you bastard-“ Fred hissed, as he sorted through the assortment of old tins they had collected. Each with its own experiment, as George tried to not freak out. Seeing you hurt like this. It was making him feel so many emotions. Anger at Umbridge, fear for what that woman will do next, sadness for your pain, anxiety on it Ron and Ginny would be next. It was all so loud in his eyes, as he tried not to let the tears spill.

“Found it-!” Fred sighed, as he was quick to start lathering a strange substance on your hands. It felt rather strange. As if he was lathering your open wounds with pudding. You expected it to hurt, but it was rather nice. Very cooling to your burning wounds. It would soon seem to harden on your fingers and palms. As if stopping you from bleeding, and absorbing the blood. Forcing it to stay inside. If you weren’t so dizzy, you would praise them for being so smart.

“Bumble Bee….What happened?” Fred asked, as George was busy with someone. Quick to get some water from one of the prefects, and try and nurse it into your body. George was gentle, and you needed it. You choked on it, but he knew you had to drink some. You lost alot of blood, and you had to stay hydrated. He would keep your head against his chest, as you managed to get some down. Enough to satisfy him, and calm his nerves. You could feel how sweaty his hands were, with worry, as he stroked your hair. With a few minutes to breath, you spoke.

“She brought me to her office. Asked me who had broken in it last night. I said I didn’t know. She didn’t like that, but I didn’t give up.” You smiled, as the twins were staring in horror. They broke into her office, last night. They swore they didn’t leave behind a trace. They had to break in. She confiscated Ginny’s bracelet. Said she fiddled with it too much. It was made just for her, by Bill. Ever since the incident in the chamber of secrets, she was more susceptible to dark magic. So, a Curse breaker made her something to help. Umbridge was actively putting her in danger. How could they not protect their little sister?

“It was a trap…..She did that on purpose-“ Fred realized, as it made sense. Of course they would break in to get it back. That horrid woman. “Can’t believe she dragged you into this. I mean, I can, but you get the point I’m making here! We’re so sorry Honey Bee-“ George would soon echo, as he kissed your head. Feeling so guilty. You didn’t blame them, of course, but they sure didn’t stop feeling guilty.

“It’s ok. Im ok. Ginny needed it. Like I would ever rat you two out.” You tried to reassure them, but their minds were made up. They had to do something about Umbridge. This woman was going insane. The twins swore she wasn’t aware that you three were in a relationship of sorts. They were magical twins. Not fair to compare them to muggle ones. They shared a partner, no big deal. Communication makes the dream work. Seems like maybe you three communicated in the wrong hallway one to many times, and she put two and two together.

“We are going to fix this. We promise.” The twins spoke, as they comforted you. George with keeping your head to his chest, as Fred was between your legs. Hugging your stomach, and nuzzling into your thigh. Just needing to hold onto you. As if you would disintegrate into his hands then and there. You would have comforted him, but it didn’t seem like your hands wanted to exist at the moment.

“Looks like we can’t wait for that down payment any longer. Now or never.” George said, as Fred gave a defeated sigh. He was right. If they stayed at Hogwarts any longer, Merlin knows who else she will drag into their mess. George was right, it was now or never. Because never means they’ll be in Azkaban for murdering her at this point.

“Say, Bumble bee….Think you can handle living in a rundown hollowed building for a while?” Fred asked, as you tried to focus your eyes. You didn’t really understand half of what they were saying, but you knew this. Wherever they went, you would follow. “What makes it any different from a dungeon?” You tried to joke, and that seemed to solidify the deal. Look out world, the Weasley Twins were about to show off their latest invention.

The WhizBang

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letthewhumpbegin · 6 months

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)

#harry potter 6 #harry potter and the half blood prince #hp6 #draco malfoy #tom felton #emotional whump #magical whump #blood #lying on the floor #whump #whump gifs #sarahsposts #crying #ltwbhp

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thatsallshewrot3 · 6 months

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Hogwarts Legacy// Sebastian Sallow Prompts

someone please write these!!!

-Reader is bullied by some fellow students and Sebastian steps in

-Reader has a hard time controlling her ancient magic

-Reader and Sebastian at Yule ball

-Reader comes to Sebastian after being injured in a battle

-Reader in a coma and Sebastian doesn't leave her side

-Reader struggles with depression and Sebastian picks up the pieces

-Reader struggles with SH and Sebastian slowly discovers (Maybe ominis finds out first but hides the secret)

-Reader is sick and Sebastian takes care of her

-Reader struggles with internal conflicts from using dark magic and Sebastian is there to help

-reader is struck with crucio in battle and Sebastian can only watch helpless (Either his wand is missing or he's being held captive)

-Reader has scars and Sebastian finds out why

-Reader deals with alcohol/drug problem after everything that happened in 5th year and Sebastian helps her through it

-Reader has eating disorder and Sebastian finds out

-Modern day au where reader gets a tattoo

-Reader is kidnapped and Sebastian rescues her

-Reader and Sebastian first date

-Reader tells Sebastian how she feels

-Someone tries to make a move of reader and Sebastian becomes protective

-Sebastian court trial and reader tries to vouch for him

-Reader rescues Sebastian from Azkaban or vice versa

-Reader and Sebastian go flying together

-Reader shows Sebastian room of requirement and all the animals

-Just any kind of fluff with reader/sebastian

-Christmas at Hogwarts with Sebastian

-Sebastian seeing you sneaking out at night and always being injured and tired and finally confronting you about it

-Sebastian noticing you’re not okay

-you showing Sebastian the Room of Requirement

-you start using the dark arts and Sebastian gets worried and tries to stop you

-Sebastian helping you through depression

-you being tortured in front of Sebastian (and friends?)

-Sebastian finding out about the final battle with ran rock and rushing to find out if you’re okay

-Sebastian making sure you eat while you’re focused on all your activities

-you struggle with an eating disorder

-Sebastian noticing you’re hardly ever at Hogwarts and you always come back injured and it turns into an argument then a bunch of fluff

-you stop caring so much about avoiding all the spells after fig dies and you let yourself get injured more and Sebastian follows you one day and sees how you act during fights

-you and Sebastian decorate the Room of Requirement for Christmas

-exchanging Christmas gifts

-you compete in the tri-wizard

-you go to Azkaban instead of Sebastian and Ominis and Sebastian (maybe other friends too) break you out -you’re injured in quidditch

-Sebastian sees your memories of everything you faced

-sebastian is cursed and you turn to the dark arts to find a cure but he guides you back to the light

-Sebastian watches you get kidnapped

-you get sent to Azkaban for a short bit and when you return Sebastian and ominis must pick up the pieces

-protective Sebastian and ominis

-Sebastian and ominis finding out everything you’ve been through

-Sebastian and ominis helping you through your grief and guilt

Some verbal prompts

-Sebastian to you- “Do you think I don’t notice? Do you think I don’t see you from the window every night? You hop on a broom and go Merlin knows where! And every night I see you come back inured and bleeding! Why can’t you let me in? Why can’t you just let me help?!”

-Sebastian to reader- “you know I notice right? I see how thin you’ve gotten. I see how the light never touches your eyes anymore. I see how you give every piece of yourself to everyone else, but you’re running out of pieces to give. Please, just let me help you.”

-Ominis to Sebastian- “We need to go find her right now!” “What? Why?” “Sebastian! Let’s go! If the rumors are true then she needs us! She just faced Ranrok. I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to go!” “Is she okay?! Is she hurt?!” “I- I don’t know. But the rumors don’t sound good.”

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gryfferin-gaybies · 2 months

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Prompt - Please stay

When Harry walked into the pub, of course he noticed that platinum blond head of hair immediately. Of course his eyes were naturally drawn to the tall, lean, pale figure sitting at the bar.

And of course it hurt to see him again. It had been less than two months since they ended their year-old relationship. They'd fought frequently as a couple but that last fight was different. They'd yelled and screamed so much Harry lost his voice. They'd hurled insults at each other that hit hard and cut deep. Draco stormed out during arguments all the time, but he always came back. Harry waited over a week and Draco never came back, never reached out, never responded to Harry's owls, texts, calls, or Floos.

Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Draco sitting at the bar with another man—who was leaning in way too close in Harry's opinion. His gait faltered but he quickly recovered, tearing his eyes away from the painful scene and refocusing on his coworkers.

They'd had an absolutely grueling day in the field so when one of the Aurors on Harry's team said drinks were on him, no one turned down the offer. A couple of hours after they arrived, they practically took up the entire back end of the pub, spread across multiple tables. A group of four played a game of darts while two others drunkenly argued over a game of chess. Some had formed a crowd around the telly to shout about the Quidditch match. No one seemed to mind; in fact, aside from them not many people were there at all.

"Harry. . . Harry. . . Auror Potter. . . Harry Potter!" Auror Kane snapped his fingers in Harry's face. "Do you want another," he asked when he finally had Harry's attention.

"Huh?" Harry hadn't even finished his first glass while most of his coworkers were working on their third or fourth. "Oh, no, I'm alright." Harry was sitting at a table with five other Aurors but he wasn't paying attention to them at all. He didn't have the energy to try to engage in conversation with them. He didn't pretend to try like he normally did when he was around people. He was too busy recovering from the shit show of a day he'd had. . . And staring at Draco and the guy he was with.

Draco was clearly inebriated, swaying slightly on his barstool and getting more handsy with the other man as the night went on. It concerned Harry because Draco didn't like being drunk in public. He didn't like being anything but clearheaded when he wasn't in the comfort of his own home or a close friend's.

It made something uneasy settle in Harry's gut and he had a feeling he might want to stay sober so he approached the bar to order himself a water. He made sure to stay a few feet away and on the side behind Draco, hoping to avoid being seen. He wasn't far enough to avoid hearing their conversation.

"What will it take to get you to come home with me?" Harry didn't mean to eavesdrop. Those words from whoever that stranger was just caught his attention.

"Like, three more drinks," Draco slurred. That was the last thing he needed, in Harry's opinion.

"We can make that happen, but why don't we continue drinking at my place where we can get more comfortable, hmm?" He trailed his finger along the inside of Draco's exposed wrist, up his arm, and stopping at his elbow to continue from his chest to his throat.

Draco nodded. "As long as I'm too pissed to remember this tomorrow." He giggled and swayed on his stool, taking another long gulp of whatever he was drinking.

The man laughed at that and it set Harry off. This man was very clearly sober enough to realize he was taking advantage of Draco, but Harry wasn't going to allow that.

He walked over to the two men, fueled by his own anger, and left his water behind on the bar. "I think it's time for you to go," he warned the other man, stepping in the small space between them with his back to Draco.

The prick just smiled at Harry. "Thats exactly what we were intending to do. Isn't that right, Draco?"

Harry spared a glance at Draco to find that he suddenly seemed very tired. Up close Harry could see the bags under his eyes and the worry in his eyes, things someone who didn't know him so well would've missed entirely. "Potter, what're you doing?" Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

Things seemed to connect in asshole's brain and realization showed in his wide-eyed expression. "Potter? Harry Potter? You're . . . Oh ."

Harry ignored him, instead answering Draco's question, still glaring at the now-nervous stranger. "Keeping this prick from taking advantage of you."

"I didn't ask for your help! You weren't even supposed to be here. Would you just leave? I can handle myself." His words were so slurred Harry knew he wasn't in any state to make decisions.

Harry finally turned around. "I'm not going to let you do something you'll regret tomorrow, if you even remember it." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"The goal is not to," he mumbled to himself. "I'm an adult. If I want to go home with him I can, and I do so I will." He tilted his glass back and finished its contents. "Now if you'll excuse me." He pushed past Harry to drag the other man away by the arm, stumbling as he did so. The asshole allowed himself to be pulled away with a sly smirk.

Harry followed them, catching up with a couple quick strides. "Draco, no." He grabbed Draco's arm just above the elbow and pulled him back.

He whirled around to face Harry and paled, looking as if he was about to be sick, but he didn't pause. "What is your problem?" Draco yelled, drawing attention to the three men. Luckily, it was getting late and the bar was nearly empty. Harry noticed then that his coworkers had all left at some point.

"What is your problem?" Harry shot back. "You're getting drunk in public, going home with a stranger. Why are you being so reckless?"

Draco scoffed. "Don't act like you care, Pot—" Draco cut off suddenly and Accio'd a trash bin, puking as soon as it got to him.

"I'm going to go. Draco, you have my number. Call me if you'd like to meet up again, yes?" The other man began to retreat.

"No, don't go," Draco protested, but it was useless because he threw up again as soon as he said it. "See what you did? You ruined my night!" He said once the prick left.

"Yes, because that was all me. I'm sure it had nothing to do with your getting sick." Harry rolled his eyes, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Deciding he wasn't going to be sick anymore, Draco walked to the pub's exit. "Just go home, Potter. You've done enough for one night."

Harry placed extra galleons on the bar as an apology, then followed Draco. "Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere until I get you home safe. You're in no state to be Apparating yourself." Harry pulled his wand and stepped close to Draco.

"I can Apparate myself home. I'm not that pissed." That was a lie.

Instead of arguing, Harry just wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and Apparated them back to Draco's flat. The moment they arrived, Draco scurried to the bathroom to puke again.

Harry followed him. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror where he knew Draco kept most of his potions. He pulled out some Sober-Up and then wet a towel with warm water. "Here, drink this." He handed Draco—who was seated on the floor in front of the toilet— the Sober-Up.

"Thanks," the blond mumbled, downing the potion in one gulp. He made a sour face at the taste and Harry offered him a cup of water he'd summoned from the kitchen. He sipped at it and then placed it on the counter.

Harry handed him the damp towel to wipe his face, then sat in the floor with Draco with his eyes closed, saying nothing. He wasn't sure how long they sat like that before he broke their heavy silence. "Do you want to tell me what that was about?" He looked at Draco then.

Draco cast his gaze downward and shrugged one shoulder. "I dunno," he murmured.

There was another pause before Harry sighed. "Do you want me to just leave?" Draco had been the one to walk out on him after all. He probably didn't want to see Harry.

"No!" Draco blurted, too loud for the small space. He took a breath and tried again. "I mean, no, I —" Harry noticed tears start to form in Draco's eyes so he moved closer, concerned. Draco allowed Harry to pull him into a hug. "I just can't believe she's gone," he whispered.

"What? Who's gone?" Harry's blood ran cold. He hadn't heard about any deaths recently, but that could be why his friends had prevented him from reading the papers.

Draco sniffled and pulled away from Harry, wiping at the tears that had escaped. "You really don't know?"

Harry shook his head, confused and concerned.

"My mother, she . . ." Draco broke off, unable to say it.

"Oh Merlin, Draco, I had no clue." He knew Narcissa hadn't been well, but he hadn't heard this terrible news. There was no way he'd have been willing to give Draco space if he knew he was suffering. Then it made sense why his friends wouldn't want him to know. He pulled Draco back into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

"I just . . . didn't want to be alone, didn't want to be stuck with my thoughts. I needed a distraction."

Harry could feel Draco's tears wetting his shirt, but he didn't mind. "Hey, it's alright," Harry tried to soothe him. "You're not alone. I'm right here."

Draco sobbed, his whole body shaking as he let himself fall apart in Harry's arms. He adjusted their position so he was sitting between Harry's legs, crying into his chest, his arms wrapped around Harry's neck.

Harry didn't know what to do so he just held him there, rubbing his back gently. "I've got you. It's ok." Minutes went by like this, with Harry just holding Draco and reassuring him that he wasn't alone.

Draco finally calmed down— seeming to be out of tears for the time being—but they stayed in that position on the floor. "Harry?" He said eventually. His voice was small and it broke on the name.

Harry's heart did a flip in his chest—that he pretended not to feel—at hearing Draco call him by his first name. His own heartbreak was not as important as Draco right now. "Yes, love?" The term of endearment was a habit and Harry cursed himself for using it then.

But Draco either didn't notice or didn't mind. "Please, stay with me?" Harry could hear the hope and need in his voice. There was no way he could say no. There was no way he'd ever want to say no to this man.

Harry nodded and squeezed him tighter. "Of course. As long as you need me."

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defectivevillain · 2 years

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wandering compassion

premise: The Head of Houses at Hogwarts react to you getting injured.

reader’s pronouns are unspecified.

relationships (separate & platonic): Severus Snape & reader, Filius Flitwick & reader, Minerva McGonagall & reader, Pomona Sprout & reader

author’s note: y’all i’m.. idk. i have no idea how i got this idea but the moment i thought of it, i couldn’t get it out of my mind. I absolutely adore the hogwarts profs,,,, sigh. i'm pathetic, i know.

severus and filius’s parts are from your point of view. minerva and pomona’s parts are from their point of view. :)

warnings: snape’s part is about you coping with the aftermath of a detention with umbridge, so there are brief mentions of the scarring on your hand (from the blood quill). in general, there’s also fainting and general exhaustion. other than that, this fic is fluffy.

Severus Snape

You mutter a goodbye and walk down the stairs from Umbridge’s office. Your hand is shoved in your pocket—as you don’t want anyone to see it—but the fabric rubs against your wound and it burns. You grit your teeth and walk faster, feeling your vision begin to blur with tears. You quickly rub at your eyes, trying your best to keep your composure. You’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.

You’re so busy trying to convince yourself of your own welfare that you don’t notice the other person walking towards you until you bump shoulders with you. You look up, only to find Snape himself staring down at you. “Sorry, Professor.” You grimace, waiting for an insult.

Sure enough, Snape’s mouth is moving, but you have no idea what he’s saying. You squint at him and try to process his statements, but his voice sounds garbled. The professor’s expression fluctuates from annoyed to irritated to pinched.

“What?” Your voice sounds strange and you feel wobbly all of a sudden, as if your sense of balance was suddenly taken from you. You clench your uninjured fist and try to keep calm. The last thing you need is to make a fool of yourself in front of Snape.

To your immense displeasure, that is exactly what you end up doing. Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground. You wince as you careen towards the ground, dreading the intense collision with the granite below you. Fortunately, your landing is... extremely soft. You have a gut feeling that someone casts a cushioning charm just before you fall. Unfortunately, you can’t focus on this—namely because your vision is fading at the edges and you’re drifting into unconsciousness. The last thing you see before you completely fall into an unwanted slumber is Snape’s wide eyes as he looks down at you.

You wake up in the hospital wing with a dark shadow at the edge of your vision. It takes a moment for your vision to clear as you sit up. When it finally does, you’re surprised to find Snape looming over you, an infuriated expression on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest and berates you for several minutes, until Madam Pomfrey takes notice and shoos him out of the room.

Despite Snape’s harsh words, you can’t help but feel grateful for his concern. You resolve yourself to thank him later for bringing you to the hospital wing. For now, though, you recline in bed and fall asleep once more.

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva is walking down the halls, lost in thought. She spent the past few hours grading her fifth years’ essays, and she has Transfiguration on her mind. In fact, the professor is so distracted that she nearly trips over you. At the last second, fortunately, she catches herself and stops in her tracks.

You lie on the floor, your back leaned up against the wall behind you. For an awful moment, Minerva thinks you’re not breathing. She quickly relaxes, however, after casting a quick diagnostic spell. It appears that you’re just... incredibly fatigued. In fact, she has to blink and reread the warnings given to her through the spell before recollecting herself.

It’s a miracle that you’re breathing. Your natural magic stores are deprived, not to mention, your energy levels leave much to be desired. Minerva frowns at the circles under your eyes and the furrow to your eyebrows. It seems that you’re not able to relax, even in sleep.

Minerva stands before you for a long moment, contemplating what to do. Eventually, she decides on saying your name. It only takes a few tries before you’re blinking your eyes open dazedly. Minerva resists a laugh at the panic that goes through you when you notice her presence.

“Oh, Professor!” You seem to be gearing up for a justification, so Minerva interjects before you can make up an absurd excuse.

“I must insist that I escort you to the hospital wing.” Suddenly, there’s a pleading look in your eyes and she sighs. She understands the sentiment, she really does. The hospital wing is always filled to the brim with students. No doubt you would raise some attention if you stayed there. Minerva pinches the bridge of her nose. “Fine. To my office, then.”

Minerva makes you some tea and offers you some Pepper-Up Potion. You claim that you’re not hungry, but when she puts out biscuits you eat them. She shakes her head in exasperation.

She makes sure to send you off with an order to go straight to bed. As you walk away, Minerva exhales slowly. She promises herself that she’ll check on you tomorrow morning.

Filius Flitwick

You’re making your Prefect rounds late at night. The castle is remarkably quiet. Throughout your patrol, you’ve only seen one student—and they were another Prefect. In the silence of the castle halls, you find your exhaustion beginning to catch up to you. Your eyes threaten to slip shut every few moments, and your eyelids even begin to sting.

Your walking pace begins to slow as you grow more aware of the tiredness pulling at your core. Even so, you continue to patrol the castle. It’s your job, after all.

You don’t realize that you’re beginning to nod off until it’s nearly too late. One moment, your eyes are closing, and the next your body is tipping and your balance is falling to the side. Just as you’re careening to the ground, you’re gently pushed back up to a standing position. To your surprise, there’s a bluish light under your left elbow. You turn around, only to find Professor Flitwick staring at you with wide eyes.

Filius says something in Gobbledygook and you startle. He takes in your wide eyes and uncertain posture before calmly asking you to follow him to his office. You traipse along at his side. Every few seconds, you notice the professor glancing at you, as if making sure you’re alright. You’re slightly embarrassed.

“Prefects need to take care of themselves, too,” Flitwick says once the two of you are situated in his office. He asks you some questions about your sleep schedule and your workload for your classes. When you mention that you’re taking seven classes, his eyes widen and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’ll find another Prefect to cover your patrol tomorrow. Now, go get some sleep.” You nod, grateful that the professor doesn’t seem angry with you. He bids you a good night and you leave feeling considerably lighter. Once you get back to your dormitory and get into bed, you immediately fall asleep.

Pomona Sprout

Pomona is fiercely protective of all students, Hufflepuff or not. When she comes across you holding a hand to your side, face pinched as if in pain, she nearly snaps her wand in half. Pomona clenches her fists and makes her way over to you.

“Are you alright?” She already knows the answer to the question, but you try to nod your head anyway. Pomona sighs. Sometimes, students are needlessly prideful. Fortunately, she knows some minor healing spells. She makes quick work of healing your injury, before looking you up and down. You look disheveled and a bit confused. Pomona knows that asking you about the incident will not help, but she has one question that she must ask.

“Who did this?” You balk at this, your eyes widening. You remain silent for a few moments and Pomona sighs. “Tell me now, hon, or I’ll find out.” Something in her expression must give her convictions away, because you eventually tell her the names of the people that cursed you. Pomona makes sure to remember their names before she helps you to stand up.

Then, Pomona takes you to the kitchens and asks the elves for a light snack. The two of you chuckle as the elves give you far more than just a snack. After you eat, she’s pleased to notice that your shoulders aren’t hunched and you don’t look stressed anymore. Pomona makes sure to stay with you as long as you need. When you express your desires to go to sleep, she walks you back to your dormitory and makes you promise to go to her if another like incident occurs.

The moment the door falls shut behind you, Pomona sets off down the hallway. She has some bullies to take points from, after all.

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