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saintsenara · 8 months

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What parts of canon do you find the most frustrating/that you are dissatisfied with/wished that was handled better/explored more? Mine is the inconsistency of Voldemort as a character. How he is described as being perhaps the most talented student that Hogwarts has ever seen and so powerful and intelligent but regularly made such dumb decisions e.g. in the final battle where he still uses Avada Kedavra despite seeing it not work before. I like the explanation that Horcruxes rotted his brain

thank you very much for the ask, @sarafina-sincerity!

the parts of canon which i find the least satisfying all have the same thing in common: their morality is individualist.

the harry potter series has - at its core - a really profound and very black-and-white belief that good and evil not only exist but are rooted in the individual. and while i understand why this is the case - the later books in the series are governed by the genre conventions of folkloric epic and, especially, of christian folkloric epic, which means that the whole seven-book narrative arc ending in a battle between christ and satan after which all is well is only to be expected - i don't like it.

so here we are... ten things i hate about canon, for fanfic writers to win my heart by interrogating in their work...

i hate the series' insistence that everything is fine once voldemort is dead

the middle books in the series - especially goblet of fire - do a really interesting job at hinting at the endemic rot in the ministry of magic, and the ways that the state and its enforcers perpetuated harm during the first war that was indistinct from that perpetuated by the death eaters - above all the use of internment without trial for suspected death eaters [which is a reference to something the british state actually did in the 1970s!].

they show how widespread blood-supremacy and magic-supremacy is, even among people who don't openly support voldemort; how the wizarding population is kept deliberately ignorant by what appears to be state-controlled media; and how no serious efforts have been made to eradicate the conditions which enabled voldemort to attain such power.

this is then forgotten completely in deathly hallows, where the fact that almost the entire civil service keeps working for a government which is committing genocide is hand-waved away with "oh, people are scared", and both the epilogue and jkr's post-series writing take the view that kingsley manages, as minister, to preside over a government which easily sheds all its old prejudices and starts working properly.

i don't like this! i think it's just much more interesting for corruption to be impossible to fully eradicate from the government, for blood-supremacy to have long-standing causes which actually take a lot of very hard work to untangled [especially the fact that the wizarding world not appearing to have a welfare state means that those whose lives are poor or unstable are prime targets for radicalisation], and for kingsley to have the same capacity for leaning on the prophet and worrying about his polling numbers as any other politician...

i hate that the series changes how the death eaters are written between half-blood prince and deathly hallows

connected to this shift from the series hinting at the broader issues in the wizarding world to a flat battle between good and evil is that the death eaters, their aims, and their modus operandi are written very different between half-blood prince and deathly hallows. in the former, the death eaters can be situated very easily as anti-state sectarian terrorists who have all sorts of complex analogies within british history and politics. in the latter, they're just caricatures of pure evil - which is why the death eaters introduced from the latter stages of half-blood prince onwards, especially the carrows, are considerably less interesting as characters than those, such as lucius malfoy, barty crouch jr. and bellatrix lestrange, who are introduced earlier.

it's also why the voldemort of deathly hallows feels so uninteresting. i don't like the fanon that the horcruxes render him insane at all - when he's shown outside of the epic battle between good and evil in that book, he's shown to be as lucid and cunning as always - but he ends up having to flop because his only purpose in the overarching narrative is to be killed. in the earlier books, in which he's a paramilitary kingpin poisoning and corrupting a society which was designed to exclude him because of the fact of his birth in revenge for its treatment of him, rather than satan and hitler's lovechild, he is so much more interesting.

i hate the series' belief that slavery is fine

obviously, one of the biggest examples of state malevolence in the series is that wizards own slaves. like many readers, i loathe that the house elf plotline ends up being reduced from its potential for radicalism in chamber of secrets - in which dobby mentions whisper-networks of elves who decry their treatment at wizards' hands - to what we see from goblet of fire onwards - in which elves love being enslaved and think that any attempts to free them from their subjugation is cruel.

i also hate that elves' freedom is then hand-waved away as part of the general race towards "all was well" with the implication that hermione found it easy to undo what appears to be centuries of state-sanctioned oppression without any pushback at all.

the house elf plotline is one of the clearest distillations of the series' individualistic morality. harry abhors the treatment of dobby at the malfoys' hands entirely and only because he doesn't like the malfoys. he abhors voldemort's treatment of kreacher, but sees absolutely no issue with sirius' because he likes sirius - and he clearly sees no issue at all with his own legal mastery of kreacher, seeing as, literally minutes after the end of a war in which the good guys fought for the rights of muggles and muggleborns to be seen as fully human... he is considering ordering his slave to make him a sandwich.

i hate that the series doesn't show the realities of resistance

the reason i think the whole "why does voldemort keep using avada kedavra, isn't he supposed to be clever?" question arises is because the series is incredibly resistant to the idea that the good guys must have to kill as well, which makes it look like it's only the death eaters using it while the order use lots of clever magic that the stupid terrorists are too thick to think of.

this is idiotic - not only because the killing curse is canonically flawless unless the thing you're blasting is your own horcrux and so the order would use it for efficiency's sake alone, but because the reality of being a resistance fighter is that, even if you're on the "right" side, you are going to have kill people or they will kill you.

lupin is completely right in deathly hallows that harry is breathtakingly naive to avoid shooting to kill and that - without the protection of genre conventions allowing him to be preternaturally merciful - his resistance to killing is going to result in him being destroyed by the enemy. it is inconceivable that the rest of the order don't using the killing curse - and the question of what this does to their souls [is it murder if you believe yourself to be justified in your actions?] and their senses of self post-war is so interesting to think about - and i wish we were shown this in the text.

especially because molly absolutely blasted bellatrix with it.

but i also hate that the series thinks that violence is fine when the good guys do it

this is primarily another example of the black-and-white "this is fine because harry's good" theme which runs through the series, which we see in things like harry using sectumsempra on draco malfoy in half-blood prince or the cruciatus curse on amycus carrow in deathly hallows. harry's overarching response to committing attempted murder is to sulk that the incredibly minor punishment he receives is reducing the time he could spend hitting on ginny, and his response to torturing amycus is "lol. lmao."

the series thinks - again and again - that cruelty and violence are completely fine when the person they are perpetuated against "deserves" it, and it does not bang.

and that the series allows the good guys more complexity in characterisation

the role played by the house system in the story - and, above all, the fact that our heroes are all connected to one particular house with straightforwardly admirable associated characteristics - means that the villains receive less opportunity to also have positive traits intermingled with their negative ones - and, therefore, complex and interesting personalities.

i also dislike that when non-gryffindor characters - especially slytherins - do reveal themselves to be brave and loyal etc., instead of recognising that this is because bravery can be multi-faceted the series suggests that they should be recategorised as "belonging" to a "good" house.

or, in other words, me and dumbledore's "i think we sort too soon" line in deathly hallows are enemies for life.

i hate that the series blames merope gaunt for dying

and - of course - the main way a villain isn't allowed as much complexity as a hero is that the series never examines the impact of voldemort's childhood on his adult self. while we see hints throughout canon of just how profoundly affected he is by his institutionalised childhood and the weight of his grief over his parents [his mother especially] - such as him learning as a baby never to cry for attention because it's futile - this is hand-waved away throughout the series by dumbledore-as-the-voice-of-god as irrelevant. the eleven-year-old tom riddle is straightforwardly evil, that he grows up in an orphanage is used as nothing more than narrative colour to underline how creepy he is, and dumbledore's spectacular mishandling of their relationship is viewed by the series as undeniably correct right up to the very last moment [when harry imitates dumbledore by - and we should call it what it is - deadnaming voldemort in their final confrontation].

but the most egregious thing that dumbledore does when discussing the course voldemort's life takes is blame merope gaunt for her own death in childbirth, by implying that witches are immune to one of the most common causes of death throughout human history if they just try hard enough and then saying that a nineteen-year-old girl whose life appears to have been nothing more than unrelenting abuse and misery [perpetuated both against her and by her] lacked the moral fibre to try hard enough.

and this infuriates me.

i hate how the series treats female characters who don't fit its narrow spectrum of "correct" womanhood

merope is but one victim of the series' general issues with treating women who aren't its heroes - all of whom are exactly feminine and beautiful and clever and talented enough that we know they're good people, but not any of these things in an extreme which could make them vapid or arrogant or defiant of social norms or so on.

the series takes a very low view of women who exist outside of narrow boxes - whether they are interested in a hyper-feminine aesthetic [lavender brown, rita skeeter] or a more masculine one [marge dursley]; conform to stereotypes about being bitchy, flighty, or vapid [pansy parkinson, romilda vane] or refuse to adhere to social expectations to be polite, meek, and demure [fleur delacour]; are unmarried, are not inherently maternal, and/or are cruel to children [bellatrix lestrange; petunia dursley; dolores umbridge]; are unrestrained emotionally [cho chang; moaning myrtle] and so on. and i don't like it.

and i also hate that - connected to this - the series uses physical appearance - especially weight - as a shorthand for [female] characters we're supposed to dislike.

what it says on the tin, really - if the series doesn't like a character, especially if the character is a woman, you can almost guarantee that they will either be fat or be unusually thin.

and finally...

i hate that the series prioritises one form of love - love as suffering and as sacrifice - over all others

part of the series' march towards the epic two-person showdown between good and evil is that harry is made to endure trial after trial - including his death for the salvation of mankind - in the name of love. obviously this is because he becomes, by the end of deathly hallows an allegory for christ, but it also fits into the series' view - articulated most frequently by dumbledore - that love, suffering, and sacrifice are all synonyms.

the acts of love the series foregrounds - snape's willingness to endure anything because of his love for lily; sirius' willingness to rot in azkaban and caves and grimmauld place because of his love for james and harry; harry giving up a love that's like "someone else's life" with ginny so he can go die - are all sacrificial, and the series generally takes a dull view of love that is fluffy, silly, carnal, selfish, soothing, transformational and so on. lavender and bellatrix's open adoration of their lovers is mocked; dumbledore's sexual desire for grindelwald is punished by his sister's death; tonks and lupin's uncomplicated happiness in the birth of their son is not to last.

but happy endings and silly jokes and forehead kisses are love too. and the hill i will die on is that they have even more potential to bring about the salvation of the world than constant suffering and abiding.

#asks answered #asenora on canon

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phantomram-b00 · 2 months

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Why is Harry Potter trending (or was)? Can it not? Like deadass I’m being fr can it plz not. Especially that J.K Rowling is a massive TERF, a raging antisemite, and disgustingly try to deny that trans people were not affected by the Holocaust (which she was ratio’d by George Takei).

“Proof?”

Way ahead of you: (Tw: transphobia, racism, antisemitism, holocaust, Harry Potter)

Oh and don’t get me started how Hogwart Legacy, you know that game that was sworn Jk Rowling wasn’t apart of (yeah sure-) is blood libel story. Not to mention that trans people have told you not to especially since there is a canonical transgender character named Sirona. (People said Sirona is a Celtic goddess for healing. but- come on. You can’t bullshit out of this one. There are OTHER NAMES TO NAME A TRANSGENDER CHARACTER— it make those joke with how Jk Rowling naming not far off. Because it like naming a nonbinary character “NoGendora” or smth (before you say, I’m nonbinary myself—) so idc if it already have a meaning, it still is tone deaf to name a transgender women Sirona).

“But but- you can separate the art from the artist?”

Yes. You can separate art from the artist. HOWEVER before you celebrate thinking you had a gotcha moment. You can only separate if the art itself isn’t problematic or is bigotry itself. Harry Potter is as mention in the links. Not to mention, Harry Potter himself become a cop despite the cop in that world didn’t do jack shit. And don’t get me started on how they handle the whole elf slavery. Also there is heavy fatphobia in this story, proof, look at how they would talk about Harry’s abusive aunt and uncle from his mother’s side. Don’t get me started how she would describe Rita Skeeter. There even a black character who’s last names is Shacklebolt— do I need to say more (if I’m missing any other examples please tell me)

Not to mention she benefits off of it and uses her money to donate to transphobia and just don’t give a flying fuck if she offend people (which seem to usually be the case for trans/homophobia but moving on). like, this is who you wanna support? You still want to read this wizard book when there are other that don’t have transphobia, racist, antisemitic, or any problematic rhetoric and are objectively better than Harry Potter? Really? You wanna die on this hill?

Look. I used to like Harry Potter. but that was before I knew what a dirtbag of a fucking human she is (I didn’t really have social media at the time), and I cringe as I wish I learn sooner that she was a deplorable person who hates trans people like myself (nonbinary respectfully). But, I can happily say Fuck Harry Potter that series can burn in a trash for all I care and I hope the hbo series flops on its ass. And also fuck Jk Rowling, she can fuck off for all I care. That being said, If you support Harry Potter/Jk Rowling, unfollow me. Block me. Because I do not support Harry Potter/Jk Rowling. Because Trans rights/Gender Equality, Human rights are infinitely more important than a basic ass wizard book/movie with a even basic ass magic system when there are objectively better wizard/magic books that are respectful.

Anyway, that being said, Trans and basic human rights matter 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 🤭

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#jk rowling #tw: harry potter #tw: antisemitism #Tw: transphobia #Tw: racism #fuck harry potter #harry potter #I’m just pissed off like wtf #I’m sorry if I sound upset I just again not having the best year but overall Harry Potter trending is upsetting #transgender #trans #trans rights #basic human rights #fuck jk Rowling

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notti-stellate · 5 months

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James Potter Fluff ABC's

a/n: I started this thinking it was a good way to get back into writing but boy was I wrong, this took me like three hours so I was like ready to be done by the end. I really hope you guys like it though! 🌌

A- Attracted (What does he find attractive about you)

James is obsessed with absolutely everything about you but if he had to pick one thing it would be your laugh. There’s practically nothing he wouldn’t do just to hear you laugh, especially when it’s because of him (you’re just fueling his ego here babes)

B- Body (What is his favorite part of your body…not like that you nasties)

James absolutely loves your lips, the way they fit so perfectly against his or the way they curve upwards when he does something impossibly stupid just to see you smile. His favorite part of himself is probably his hair or his hands, it’s honestly just whatever your favorite is.

C- Cuddles (how much of a cuddler is he)

There is nothing he loves more than to have you in his arms, it doesn��t matter who is holding who to him as long as he has you pressed against him for eternity. Definitely a 9/10 on the cuddler scale.

D- Dates (how often do you go on dates)

It depends mostly on what time of year it is, for example near quidditch season he doesn’t have much time between classes and practice so as much as he wishes he could take you on dates every day he just doesn’t have the time. After quidditch season though he generally will have a date every week, even going as far as to assign a certain day as date night.

E- Ego (how big is his ego, does it get in the way of the relationship)

He 100% has an ego, but it’s definitely well deserved. He’s the captain of the quidditch team, comes from very wealthy parents, and is famous around the school. Even with his ego he’s a kind and humble person, always willing to help others (except for Snape, nothing could make him help Snape). His ego could get in the way at first but after he sees it’s hurt you he’d swear to never let it happen again.

F- Fights (how often do you fight, how does he handle it)

Fights are rare between you two, James is so in love he’d take your side on most things just to make you happy. When they do happen though (maybe because he was stressed or one of you were just simply not thinking clearly) he tries to keep a level head, having seen things escalate quickly from someone being dramatic *cough* Sirius *cough*. God forbid he ever makes you cry, he might just rip out his own heart right then and there. Safe to say fights aren’t much of a problem in your relationship.

G- Gifts (Does he get you gifts, what kinds of gifts does he give you)

He sees getting gifts as an essential part of your relationship. It’s not always big extravagant gifts (although he does love to give you those too) he prefers the small things, like flowers when he picks you up for a date or your favorite candy when he sees it in the store. Please for the love of everything get the boy some flowers and tell him they reminded you of him, it may cause him to be reduced to a puddle though so be prepared.

H- Happy (what kinds of things make him happy)

I think the better question would be what doesn’t make him happy. One of the biggest things that make him happy though is you and his friends (of course). He adores all of you so if you can become friends with them too he’d probably never stop smiling.

I- Injury (how would he act if their loved one got hurt, how would he be if he was hurt)

James is very protective of you so depending on how you got hurt someone may be getting to the hospital wing with you. He’d be very doting, almost never leaving your side unless you needed something. If he gets hurt he’ll act all tough around his friends but the second you’re alone he’s acting as if he’s on death's doorstep, you should expect to have to baby him for at least a few days even after the injury has healed.

J- Jealousy (how jealous is he)

He’s not that jealous, sure he has his moments but he’s typically pretty sure of your love for him. It’s one thing if someone is just talking to you but if they touch you, that’s when he has a problem.

K- Kisses (how does he kiss you)

Your kisses are like heaven to him, if his paradise is your lips on his forever he’d be content to die right then and there. He leaves his own kisses everywhere, his favorites being on your lips but mostly your neck and shoulders. It’s become a part of his routine to kiss you before he leaves any room or space, and you better believe he expects you to do the same.

L- Love language (how does he show his love)

He has a mix of everything but he mostly loves quality time and physical touch. His favorite times with you have been when you’re just lounging around with him, not doing anything but being in each other’s presence and arms.

M- Mornings (what are mornings like)

He typically gets up rather early, whether it’s to go to practice or workout, he’s up and out the door bright and early. But on weekends he loves to lay in bed with you in the mornings, eventually getting up to make breakfast together.

N- Nights (how are nights with him)

Because James gets up so early on weekdays he doesn’t stay up super late, valuing his sleep but always waiting to go to bed until you’re coming with him. On the weekends though he usually drags you out with him and the gang, or you all spend time at someone’s place (You and James’ or Sirius and Remus’). Sometimes though he’s content to just spend the night with you, watching movies and getting take-out.

O- Open (when would he open himself up to you, how much does he open up)

Once he trusts you, James is glad to open up with you and values the time he gets to be vulnerable with you. That being said, he sometimes refrains from opening up because he doesn’t want to burden you. If you ever betray his trust it’s likely he will forgive you but he won’t open up anymore.

P- PDA (is he comfortable with PDA, how often will it happen)

He absolutely loves PDA, he’ll take any chance he gets to show off his girl to the world. If you don’t like PDA he’ll try his hardest to keep it to a minimum but there’s no promises.

Q- idk babes

R- Romance (how romantic is he)

Have you ever watched a hallmark movie, that’s how cheesy and romantic he is. He tries his best to be as romantic as possible, trying to replicate all the books Marlene and Lily have told him about. He’s not always the best at it though, but at least he tries.

S- Safe (how much does he value your safety, how is ti compared to his own)

Your safety is his first priority, it goes hand in hand with his protectiveness). He would gladly sacrifice his own safety for your own, no matter the circumstances or how many times you try to fight him on it.

T- Talking (how often does he talk about you)

Honey you’re all he talks about, it’s driving Sirius insane. You can’t blame him though, he just loves his girl/boy. He tells practically everyone about you, he even goes as far as keeping a picture of you on him at all times to show people.

U- Understanding (how understanding his he)

He’s learned to be very understanding from having Sirius as his best friend, so you can imagine he’s gotten pretty good at it. There’s somethings he doesn’t always understand but he’ll always give it his best, you’ve just got to help him sometimes.

V- idk again

W- Whole (does he feel whole without you)

The short answer, absolutely not. James’ two biggest love languages involve being in close proximity to each other, so much to Sirius’ dismay he has trouble staying away from you. The longest he’s gone away from you was five days and by the end he was sure he was gonna die if he couldn’t see you soon.

X- Xoxo (how affectionate is he)

I’m sure you can guess from what I said before but James is an extremely affectionate person. Even with his friends being affectionate is just how he shows he cares, giving them a hug when they win something or throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulders.

Y- I was gonna do yearning but you can just reread the W section for that.

Z- Zzz (how does he sleep)

He’s typically a heavy sleeper, especially when he feels safe like when he’s around you. He can sometimes lose sleep over little things though like if you get in a fight or if you aren’t home yet. If you aren’t home when he gets to bed he’ll try to occupy himself with other things, knowing he can’t sleep if you aren’t with him.

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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Jegulus AU part 7

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“I’m still wondering when you decided to care.” Regulus decides to mutter, trying to avoid the question. And coming to an awful conclusion as he thought about the answer to his own.

“Sirius put you up to this didn’t he?” Regulus asked suddenly. And James did not seem happy with this line of questioning, as he straightened quickly and bit his lip, which Regulus would like him to stop doing immediately. It is very distracting and Regulus is trying coming to terms with the apparent fact that Sirius wants nothing to do with him, yet is still managing to ruin his life, now via Potter and his stupid apparent friendliness and lips, that are distracting enough that Regulus almost entirely forgets what they’re talking about. Until James decided to stop biting his lips and start talking again.

“He just wants to know if you’re okay.” James said, trying to regain control of the situation as Regulus stood and turned to face him, taking the moment to clear away all distraction in his anger at Sirius.

“You can tell him that he has lost all rights to care about me, especially seeing as he didn’t care enough to ask me himself.”

Regulus turned towards the door and had gotten five steps away when Potter suddenly grabbed him by the wrist again.

“Let go of me!” Regulus shouted as he spun to face him, emotions reaching a breaking point, wand out as he faces Potter. He can feel everything, his heart in his chest and the air in his lungs and everything is touching him. He can feel his hair on his neck and face, air on all his exposed skin, clothes sitting everywhere else, and Potter grabbing his wrist and all of it is on him, it's all over him and he can’t breathe.

Potter slowly removed his hand from Regulus as they stood and stared at each other and Regulus breathes and pushes his emotions back, down, away where they belonged. Regulus closes his eyes and grabs his wrist, pocketing his wand. He breathes deep and squeezes his wrist in beat with his heart. It takes a while, but Potter doesn’t say anything until Regulus opens his eyes again.

“Look, you can’t be mad at Sirius for leaving.” Potter said, mostly calm, but his voice tinged with so much that he just seemed like he was angry and trying to hide it. Which Regulus was okay with. Anger was familiar, anger he could handle, no one had ever hidden anger from him before, why should they start now?

“I can do whatever I like. My feelings are none of your business, and in fact, not under your control.”

Potter’s eyes widened quickly. “What? Wait, no. I didn’t mean that to tell you how to feel-”

“Yes, telling me what emotions I can and can not be feeling is doing you well in that regard.” Regulus interrupted. “I am quite sure that I can feel whatever I like for whomever I wish and I did not ask for your opinion.”

“That is not at all what I meant.” Potter said, starting to move his hands about in ways that did not seem purposeful at all, voice still full of whatever overflowing emotions he was feeling. “I just meant that he had every right to leave that house. You should know that better than anyone. And for someone this defensive of their feelings you might care to let other people know that you have them more.”

Regulus gaped at him, the absolute nerve. ”My feelings are no one’s business but my own, so why would I go around sharing them?” He sputtered, losing sight of the conversation at a frankly alarming rate. This did, however, stop Potter in his tracks as they both looked at each other incredulously.

“You can’t tell me you walk around like a statue all day just because you truly don’t want others to know how you’re feeling.”

This had many points that Regulus did not agree with, and he was reaching the end of his sanity. If he wants to see feelings, Regulus can provide.

#my writing #fanfiction #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #harry potter #james potter #regulus black

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tiniedemon · 10 months

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WEASLEY TWINS . . . kenny mccormick / reader

movie nights as a friend group were usually a hit or miss. there was always popcorn, snacks, sodas, juices, all taking up table space on kyle’s dining room table. he had the largest house out of the four of you, so it only made sense to hold them there.

tonight’s movie of choice was weeks in the making, the final harry potter movie having finished a few moments beforehand. you and kyle had already seen them, the both of you having been raised on the books and the movies coming out. one of your core childhood memories was going to see the sorcerer’s stone in the cinema when it had just come out.

“what did you guys think?” you asked, practically vibrating with excitement. kenny, your boyfriend of six years, slid his hand into yours, his palm flattened and fingers curled to brush your knuckles.

“in my very, very humble opinion, harry potter reigns superior to all other books and movies,” kyle drawled. it was quite obvious he was an avid lover of the series, seeing as he spent every harry potter movie night clad in his ravenclaw quidditch jersey, the horcrux locket hung from his neck and a lightning bolt scar drawn on his forehead in liquid eyeliner.

you were no better, sporting your house’s tie and matching scarf around your neck, sirius black’s wand replica held tightly in your free hand through the entire series. it was clear which characters were your favorite, sirius’s wand and the locket associated with regulus black being key indicators of both yours and kyle’s favorite pureblood brothers.

“honestly,” stan started, a pair of empty framed round glasses perched on his nose and a hufflepuff sweater wrapped around his top half. “i didn’t entirely hate it. maybe you guys aren’t all that delusional for obsessing over it.”

you roll your eyes, leaning forward to grasp the handle of your mug of butterbeer settled on the coffee table. you and kyle had spent years perfecting your real-life rendition of butterbeer, down to the consistency of the fluid and the fluffiness of the foam. in your very humble opinion, it was perfect. it left the perfect foam mustache, slid down your throat easily, and when spiked with a neutral rum, it was the perfect party beverage.

“of course we aren’t delusional, stan. there’s a reason harry potter has such a big fanbase.” you pause, your mug hiding your smile as you prepared to sip from it. “you should see the amount of ridiculous fanfictions about it. i only wish there were more sirius fanfictions out there.”

“there are fanfictions?” stan practically squeaked, looking rapidly between you and kyle. kyle gave a roll of his eyes, fingering the soft fabric of his handmade ravenclaw quilt.

“of course there are fanfictions, stan, but that’s not important right now. did you just say there isn’t enough sirius fanfiction? he’s got loads. the real travesty is the lack of regulus fics that don’t involve fucking james potter,” kyle spoke, eyebrows furrowed. you rolled your eyes, settled your mug back on the table, and fully leaned into your silent boyfriend.

“kyle, darling, as a moony kin i am absolutely devastated that my moody pureblood doesn’t have as much content as, say, draco malfoy.”

“draco‘s got fanfiction?” kenny asked, finally joining in your conversation. you shot him a disgusted look, curling up your top lip and scrunching your face.

“you like draco?” you asked, highly judgemental in tone. kenny rolled his eyes, pressed a kiss to your cheekbone.

“we all have a type, love. mine just so happens to be beautiful, judgemental people,” he mumbled into your temple, a frown on your lips from the backhanded compliment.

“if it’s any consolation, my favorite pureblood is bill weasley,” stan speaks up, drawing your attention to him.

“that honestly makes sense,” kyle drawled, fidgeting with the tv remote.

“wait,” you interject, a smile on your face. “which harry potter characters would we all be?”

there was a round of silence as you all mulled it over, your question for once taken deadly seriously.

“honestly, you and kenny are very remus and sirius. maybe the weasley twins, in a totally not-creepy-or-incest way,” kyle spoke. you gave a victorious smile, kenny reaching around for a fist bump that you indulged him in.

“kyle, i feel like you’re a mix of hermione and ginny. you’ve got, like, the intelligence of hermione and the snarkiness of ginny,” stan hummed, tossing a grin towards the ginger huddled on the couch. kyle seemed pleased, his eyebrows lifting as he acknowledged the statement.

“stan is so snape. he’s got the brooding ass attitude and the hidden romance for his best friend,” kenny mused, laughing boisterously at stan’s pink cheeks and scowl.

“i am always so nice to you,” stan whined. “and you’re always such a fucking asshole to me.”

“i’m just telling it like it is,” kenny defended, raising both his hands to protest his innocence.

“i changed my mind,” kyle hummed. “kenny, you’re draco. you’re an asshole and you don’t feel bad for it.”

kenny guffawed, looking to you for support. you shrugged your shoulders, giggling at the betrayal unfolding before your very eyes.

“i can’t defend you if they’re right,” you said through giggles. kenny huffed, blowing a few hairs away from his face. you pressed a kiss to the pout on his lips and leaned into him, knowing that by the time you got home, he’d have completely forgotten the events that transpired that night.

movie night was a disaster, as it usually was, but at least you could walk away knowing you were a weasley twin. in your books, that was an absolute fucking success.

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

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thistuesdaynight · 7 months

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Invincible Part 3

read part 2 here! prongsfoot endgame, unrequited wolfstar angst

Remus was pacing back and forth in his room, fists pressed to his eyes. Wishing that he could erase the memory of Sirius and James from his brain.

Remus isn't stupid.

Anyone could see that James and Sirius were… close.

And as their friend, he knew that better than anyone. But somehow Remus had gotten the idea that he and Sirius could be something, that they were on their way to that. Sirius' smoldering gaze on him when they went out dancing. A flirtatious smile. Embraces that lingered longer than usual.

Naïve. He'd been so naïve to think…

A timid knock at the door, and it was Sirius, of course, but he didn't even bother responding. He just kept pacing and wondering how he could have been so stupid to think that Sirius was doing anything other than having a little bit of fun. He'd seen him do it before with countless other people: a little harmless flirting to pass the time.

Another knock at the door. "Remus?" Sirius' voice was muffled, but he could still hear the pity.

Angry, hurt, and annoyed, Remus swung the door open to reveal Sirius Black staring up at him with sorrowful eyes. And what did it say about Remus that he couldn't help but sigh and let him in?

Sirius ducked inside, as if afraid that Remus would change his mind and slam the door on him. And that's what he should have done. Remus should have told Sirius to go away and toy with someone else's emotions. But he didn't. He let Sirius inside his room and they just stared at each other in silence, because Remus was a glutton for punishment.

After a few moments Remus finally spoke. "What do you want?"

Sirius took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Remus clenched his jaw. "What are you sorry for?"

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as if he'd hoped that he wouldn't have say it explicitly. But no, if Remus suffered, Sirius would too.

"I shouldn't have…" Sirius bit his lip, blowing out a heavy breath. "The kiss just happened. I didn't expect it. And I didn't know that James and I were… I didn't know he felt that way about me."

"You didn't know?" Remus scoffed.

"No!" Sirius exclaimed, eyes wide. "Honestly, Remus. I didn't know."

And it should have made it better, should have made the burning behind his sternum dissipate. But it didn't matter because Remus had known. Remus had seen how the pair looked at each other. He had witnessed it their entire childhood. And he had still allowed himself to flirt with Sirius. He'd still allowed himself to be pulled into his hypnotizing orbit.

"So, what about me?"

"You?" Sirius whispered, eyes glittering with unshed tears.

"Yes." He ground out. "Were you flirting with me just to pass the time? Just for shits and giggles? To bide your time until James made the first move?"

"No! No, I-- I did it because I wanted to. Because-- because I liked-- liked seeing you blush, and--"

"So, to embarrass me then?"

"No, Remus! I--" Sirius looked at him like he was working out a puzzle in his head: confused, intrigued, and realization as the pieces finally fell into place.

"I like you," Sirius continued, his hands clasped tight in front of him. "I do like you. And I-- I-- but James-- James is--"

"You can be just friends with me," Remus interrupted, voice abrupt and matter-of-fact, "but you can't be just friends with James. You can't be just anything with him."

Sirius' eyes were swimming in tears, and he gave a sharp nod in agreement.

And even though Remus was the one to say it, his heart still dropped. He couldn't deny that he'd wished Sirius had disagreed with him. Told him that the one he couldn't be just friends with was Remus. Told him that he didn't want to let him go.

But that was the truth:

For Sirius, James Potter could never be just anything. He was everything.

Even if Remus and Sirius gave it a go, Sirius would have to have James too. He could never give him up. And Remus didn't want that. He couldn't handle that.

"Yeah," Sirius whispered, gaze falling to the floor between them, a single tear dropping to the rug. And Remus couldn't watch him cry. Not over this, not when he was the one who wanted to fall apart.

"Don't worry about it," Remus willed his voice to stay steady for a little longer. "I get it."

And he did get it. He'd spent his time flirting with other people hoping they would make him feel like Sirius did. How could he really be angry, when he'd known all along that it would end up this way?

But that didn't stop the ache in his chest from spreading and taking up residence in his belly: morphing into the kind of ugly jealousy that grew tentacles and claws to pull you under, to keep you close. He turned away from Sirius, not wanting to look at him that way, not wanting the jealousy to make him hate his best friends.

"You do?" Sirius whispered.

"Just get out," Remus croaked, voice wobbling precariously.

He squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for what felt like hours, hearing the door click shut, and feeling the cold stillness of Sirius' absence.

Read part 4 here!

#unrequited wolfstar angst!!#poor remus :/#don't worry he falls in love with either emmaline or severus in my head #part 4 is gonna be smutty!!#prongsfoot #bambibelle #james x sirius #james potter #sirius black #unrequited wolfstar #remus lupin #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #tuesdaywrites

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sitp-recs · 8 months

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Hey hey, I just found your blog so I'm sorry if you already recommended these fics (or don't do fic recs).

Do you know any drarry fics were there is some type of makeover like a house makeover, finding a new job, getting new clothes for Harry, ... Or Draco is just really stylish and sure of himself? I'm thinking something like Turn, House Proud, Heal Thyself or Let him lead me to the banquet.

If you know any fics like these which aren't drarry that would also be really nice.

Wishing you a lovely october :)

Hello, Happy October! I adore those fics you’ve mentioned, they’re all incredible. I do feel like astolat captures this proud, confident Draco perfectly - it’s one my fave characterizations! I think you might enjoy these fics if you haven’t read them yet, they’re a mix of makeover trope and fashionista/confident Draco:

Burning Down the House by @peachpety (M, 4k)

Harry is happy as editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. From planning to printing, design to deadlines, he enjoys being in the hot seat. And after vanquishing Voldemort, managing fires is an easy part of the job. Until his scorching crush on his impeccably dressed fashion editor flares out of control, and he's forced to face actual fires.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by @tessacrowley (E, 9k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

Haute Allure by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 12k)

Harry is famous for his menswear now. Malfoy is the inside leg that he loves running his tape measure up.

Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

A Saviour’s Guide to Manners and Decorum by @wolfpants (E, 13k)

Honorary Minister Harry Potter (yes, he's fully aware his job title is meaningless, and he quite likes it that way) is a disaster at public events. After seven years of dealing with his boorish behaviour, cringey table manners, and clumsy dancing, the Ministry's press team take matters into their own hands and hire Wixen Britain's leading Etiquette and Deportment Expert, Draco Malfoy, to take on the challenge of cleaning up Harry's image before the Ministry's 300th Anniversary Celebration Gala.

Queer Eye (For the Wizarding Guy) by Magnolia822 (E, 23k)

Harry’s life is fine. He might be a little disorganised, and maybe he needs a bit of a haircut, but he’s fine. Really. He doesn’t need a lifestyle intervention, especially when the one giving it is Draco sodding Malfoy and his team of queer fashion and design experts. Of course Harry’s friends disagree, and now he is stuck with Malfoy for a week. One of them might not survive.

Slithering by astolat (E, 27k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

'Tis a Far Better Thing by @the-sinking-ship (E, 37k)

'Tis a far, far better thing doing stuff for other people — or however the Muggle saying goes — because Potter is in need of professional help, and Draco is just the man to give it to him.

Shine, Even in the Darkness by raitala (E, 41k)

Harry hasn’t seen Draco for over fifteen years, but now he’s showing up everywhere and Harry is sort of weirdly attracted to him, but that can’t be right?

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend. Now all Draco has to do is convince him.

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites (E, 67k)

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix.

Life Lessons by @bixgirl1 (E, 68k)

On the cusp of a promotion, Harry needs a little help with his image. Enter Draco Malfoy — who doesn't really do that, Potter — to whip him into shape… and make him feel things he hasn't for a very long time.

Criminal by @the-sinking-ship (E, 83k)

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Bonus: art!

Dropped Dead Gorgeous by dustmouth (T)

Draco Malfoy is hired to organise a funeral party on the anniversary of Harry Potter's first death. This of course has everything to do with how he is a true artiste with lace, fripperies, and dead bodies, and absolutely nothing to do with why Harry Potter keeps inviting him out to dinner.

#asks #Drarry reclist #makeover #fashionista Draco

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samijami · 1 year

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Sigh… you assholes will never learn that wishing death on people you hate is absolutely stupid. No matter how much you say that you wish her misery and angst, JKR will always be known to all the world as an amazing woman who stood up for the rights of both genders, all races, all sexualities, and the validity of biological sex 🥰 You’ll never shut up about your shit opinion of her and you’ll harass her amazing supporters and HP fans. Bye bye you’re invalid 😘

I'm sorry I posted reblog bait about a lego and that it so dearly offended you,

But it is not my problem that you feel that way.

I never wished death upon her, I'd never wish death on anyone. I'm not like some people, or entire political groups. I'm just a teenager on the internet.

And also, by your 'statement' here, you are pretending that: biological sexes are disregarded and majorly viewed upon as invalid and I was saying that, there are only two genders (use of 'both genders'), biological sexes are the minority and not transgender people, JK Rowling is not being openly misogynistic and sexist by being a TERF who states that transgender woman are more stronger than 'regular' woman and cannot participate in woman's sports because, by the fact that her biological sex was a man, she is stronger and therfore better in sports than a biologically born woman. JK is also, to you, clearly a human rights advocate who's such a Goddess to mankind! And totally not denying the basic human rights we, as transgendered peoples, deserve as much as cisgendered peoples.

Now, as you decide to shove words into my mouth and make very based assumptions on the small statement 'Everytime this gets reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego', you give me my opportunity to actually be serious. Thanks for turning a joke into both a political and basic human rights violation argument.

From a 15 year old.

I've never harassed anyone, for one, I made a joke. Some people laughed at it; so sorry you can't handle the internet.

And she's not known as an 'amazing woman who stood up for' blah blah B U L L S H I T. She's denying basic human rights and campaigning against them. She wants trans people to be obsolete; gone.

How'd she feel if she was the minority? Which she is NOT.

Also, I never said anything about Harry Potter fans, but allow me to get into that!

Supporting Harry Potter = supporting JK.

JK stated that an enemy in Harry Potter (I don't remember who the group was), who murdered people and 'hid their true selves for a long while' or whatever, and were really bad people in the story; and murderers for that matter, were direct representations of transgender people. She said transgender people are all just murderers trying to shove their identities on cis people, when in truth, we just want y'all to let us have human rights and to stop fucking killing us.

The amount of dehumanization of transgender people and even just neglect of LGBTQIA+ in general that is presented in HP is enough to say, I don't like nor support HP fans.

I will not harass anyone, and I will not argue with anyone for simply liking the series. But when they spout this shit is when I know, all of you HP fans are the same. Praising your Goddess JK Rowling and claiming transphobic statements-acting as if you're completely in the right for your own shitty opinions and calling ours shitty. Being hand in hand with those wishing death and conducting genocide on minorities, then telling the minority that is what they are doing to you. Being the first to harass the other and claiming they're harassing you.

Just being a bitch and trying to use your own gaslighiting to make the minority look as if they're in the wrong.

Is that what you all do?

That's rhetorical. I don't need an answer. I already know.

Stop hiding behind your anon.

And please block me if you share this shitty opinion of yours. Please fucking block me.

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caringalbuswrites · 2 years

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Timeline: Harry Potter times.

Probably canon even in the Wizarding World.

The Yule Ball was magneficent. Even with all the dramas of that year. Minerva and Albus were too old to be helping with the organization of the place, so they just left to get ready for the classes and the rest of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Still bothers me that you are now a director and not suggest or changed the Girl and Boy Date Policy." Minerva pointed out, lifting part of her dress to walk up the stairs. "Not everyone is like us, Albus."

"We rejected the others because we knew we were better together than with someone." He smiled, offering his hand to his old friend. "I do not think they would have approved the idea of not making a must to invite someone... Or having the possibilities to invite someone..."

"Like you?" Minerva busted a laugh. "The Albus i met made his way to make everyone obey him. He tricked the Ministry, made the most dangerous wizard obey too. You're using his wand." The professor stood at the top of the stairs. "Your younger self would have loved having that possibility."

The director sighted, looking at some of the pairings sneaking to a private place. "I know the ones like me are not ready, Minerva. I can handle all eyes on me because time and experience have been my allies." He looked back at her. "Also my partner is an amazing dancer."

"Oh, Albus. Don't flatter yourself. You're a great dancer too." She waved her hand, smiling.

"But they're not ready. They still judge each other because of their origins and parents, things they can't control. Imagine having that segregation in our halls because of a feeling we can't control." He joined at the top too, walking towards the professors camera. "I only opened myself with people i knew they would accept me or i felt ready to lose. But i was an adult. And they're kids. And they don't manage this better than us."

"Did you had your chance...?" Albus knew the question, but he wanted to hear it completely. "To dance with him? Like you dance with me all this years?"

Albus blinked, fixed his glasses over his nose and looked at her. She could tell his eyes wanted to let go the tears. "Only a few times. Probably two." He sighted. "I was supposed to put him down, to stop him from the madness i started." They stopped, in front of Dumbledore's office. "But instead, i asked him a dance, and he agreed." Albus was never used to cry. His life had a lot of tragedies, but still, he was forced to be strong. "The best dance and the best partner i ever had." He hoped Minerva didn't get offended, but she put a hand on his shoulder. "We had the whole world for us, and I wish I could make the wizards like me to feel like that." He looked at her, and she hugged him, making him bow to her height, as he let out everything.

"Remember what you told me? People can change, and still have the time to make up for their mistakes." He was sobbing, tired of holding back. "The world is changing. We have the possibilities to make the changes we need. Fight for the world you and Gellert needed. The one I needed too." Minerva had struggles with her marriage and love life, she always felt pressured to make those steps like it was a must. An single woman like her was a scandal back then. Now, they had the tools to change at least the young minds they received every year. "Before it's too late for us, or for them."

#albus dumbledore #caring albus writes #for our greater good #writings #fantastic beasts #writing #ggad #headcanon #albus dumbledore x gellert grindelwald #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter #wizarding world #yule ball #grindeldore #txt

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faofinn · 1 year

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Day 22 - Doctor Becomes the Patient

@mediwhumpmay

Everyone knew about Steve’s flares now, as much as he hated it being public knowledge. Fao and Finn were amongst the last to know, with Harrison having to know since he'd lived with the kid for so many years.

After the time Fao had had to shove a tube down his nose, he'd tried to keep it hidden, doing his best to keep up public appearances. The Daniels kids (they were in their twenties and definitely not kids), had taken lead of the basement treatment over the last few months, with Harrison and Tai helping out where they could. It didn’t stop Steve from pottering around there though, just keeping an eye on everything.

Fred had called the two to his office to go through something Steve hadn't paid attention to, leaving Harrison to watch Steve. His adopted dad hadn’t been well all day, worse than he usually was during a flare, but of course he wasn't going to admit it. They were sort of glad he was down the basement, just waiting for the inevitable.

The nausea came suddenly and out of nowhere, Steve desperately grabbing the wastebasket by his feet. The vomiting set off a shooting stab of pain across his skull, the room disappearing in flashes of bright lights. Instinctively, he reached out to steady himself, but it was no use. His legs crumpled and his head cracked against the desk for good measure. He was unconscious as he hit the floor, blood already welling across his forehead.

Harrison had been sat nearby on the sofa, doing some work on his laptop whilst Steve continued to stubbornly pretend he was fine. He was on his feet the moment he heard Steve retch, just in time to see him collapse and smack his head off the desk.

“Steve!” He exclaimed, wishing Finn and Fao hadn’t just disappeared. He made his way over, awkwardly kneeling beside his adoptive father. “Steve? Dad? Can you hear me?” He asked, a hand on his shoulder. Shit.

He did his best to open his eyes, Harrison’s panic obvious even in his state. He managed a groan, his eyelids flickering.

“Don’t move, it’s okay.” Harrison said softly.

Not moving was fine by him, and he gave a quiet sigh. He was fine on the floor.

Where were the others when you needed them? “Can you tell me what hurts?”

Steve shook his head, struggling to open his eyes. It felt like his head was collapsing in on itself, the pain still almost blinding. He struggled to focus on his son in front of him, giving in with a quiet groan.

“Shit. Steve, come on, don’t do this.”

He pushed at Harrison’s hand on his arm, uncoordinated and weak. His stomach spasmed and he retched, letting out a low groan.

“It’s alright, we’ll get you sorted.”

Steve managed to get onto his elbow, propped somehow between the desk and the wall behind them. He retched and vomited in the bin again, his eyes rolling once more.

Harrison did his best to stop him hitting off the floor as his eyes rolled again, wincing. He moved to quickly grab a set of obs, at least trying to get a handle on something.

"Hars." He managed, slurred and disoriented.

“I’m here.”

"Need help."

“I can help, I’m right here.” Harrison reassured him. “You’re okay.”

"'s fucked."

“What’s fucked?”

He gave Harrison a look. "Me."

He laughed, despite himself. “That one kind of goes without saying.”

"Need a …thing." He hated how much he struggled with his words. "A copy? In case."

“A copy?” He frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

"You do." He grumbled. "A copy of it."

“A copy of what?”

Steve couldn’t be arsed with Harrison not playing ball with him, and he closed his eyes in protest. He hadn't been that difficult with Harrison, he was sure of it.

“Are you sulking?”

He managed a grin. "Yeah."

“Jesus.” He grumbled. “Think you can sit up?”

"Help me?"

“I’ll help, I’m here.” He offered him his hands.

"Mm, I'm okay."

“You better be.”

He cracked a lopsided smile. "Of course I will."

“I think we need to go to hospital.”

His smile disappeared. "Nah. Not a chance."

“I need to make sure nothing is going on, and I can’t do that here.”

"Just my head."

“And I can’t see into your head, Dad. What if you’re having another bleed?”

He scowled at Harrison. Of course the kid called him dad when he wanted him to do something. He sighed heavily. "Fine."

“Thank you.”

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breaniebree · 2 years

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do you think harry has any physical insecurities? i mean he has to right? we all do. i know he used to hate his knees but is there anything else about his appearance he doesn’t like

Hi, Anon,

Of course he does.

He and Ginny talk about it in chapter 242

Now he would take his knees out -- but I think he will always hate his scar (the others he would see as worthy but the lightning bolt, he would always hate because of what it represents).

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Ginny sighed against him as the sun lowered over the lake. “Harry, what do you not like about yourself? Physically, that is.”

Harry pulled his lips away from her neck, but he continued to knead her breasts since she wasn’t moving his hands away. “Easy. My scar.”

Ginny turned around to straddle him. “I knew that you were going to say that.”

He closed his eyes as her finger reached up to trace the lightning bolt from the top of his forehead and down through his eyebrow. Then he felt her lips brush against it.

“I think it’s sexy. To me it shows you to be more than just the Boy Who Lived. It’s a reminder that your mum loved you above all else; a reminder that love is stronger than death. Plus, it makes you look rugged.”

He smirked at that before his eyes softened. “You’re the only one who ever…”

“It’s part of you and I love you,” she said, kissing his scar.

Harry rested his forehead against hers. “And you?”

Ginny hesitated before she spoke. “My hands. They’re small and I feel like they don’t suit the rest of my body.”

Harry took both of her hands in his and brought them to his lips. “Your hands are one of my favourite things about you. They amaze me,” he said, kissing the back of one hand and then the palm of the other. “They’re small, tiny, and almost delicate. Then you have these beautiful round nails that are always kept rather nice, never painted yet they seem to shine.”

“It’s a French manicure,” she said, her cheeks heating. “I like it because it makes them look nice, but it’s not a lot of upkeep.”

“I love it,” he admitted. “I love the two freckles on your pinky finger and the splattering of freckles across the back of your hand. But what I love most about these hands is how they can be so small and so delicate and yet they can handle a Quaffle without a hitch. These tiny hands play better Quidditch than anyone I’ve ever seen. These hands may be small, but they’re skilled. And for hands so small, you certainly know how to wrap them around my cock.”

“Harry!” she said, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“Fact,” he said, bending his head to kiss her.

Ginny’s hands flattened against his chest as they kissed and when he pulled away, he was grinning at her. “What?”

“You know what else I love about you? Your hair. Right now, holding you with the sun setting behind you… your hair is just incredible. It fascinates me the way the red and the gold can be a different colour in every light. With the sunset reflecting on it, it’s even more radiant, like… crimson and autumn… It’s part of the reason why I said autumn is my favourite season, it reminds me of your hair. I can stare at your hair for hours — and I have.”

Ginny bit her lip. “I have caught you staring at my hair on more than one occasion.”

“Because it’s fucking beautiful,” he said.

Ginny slid her hands up his chest to loop around the back of his neck. “What would be the one thing that you would change about yourself? Physically.”

“My knobbly knees. They’re ugly.”

She chuckled. “I like your knees. They connect to your legs and you, Mr Potter, have fantastic muscle in those calves of yours.”

He grinned. “Well, I do run quite a bit. You?”

“I wish I was taller,” she said. “Thank Merlin I’m not as short as Hermione or Zee, but another few centimetres would be nice.”

He shook his head. “But right now, when we’re standing and I hold you, I can tuck your head right over my heart. I like just having to bend my head to nuzzle the crook of your neck. I think you’re perfect.”

“You know, part of this game is to understand that we each have flaws,” Ginny told him. “I’m not perfect, Harry.”

Harry brushed her hair behind her ear and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I know it. You have a temper that I know not to cross, but physically you are perfect to me in every way. I love your tits and your small hands. I love your skin. It’s so smooth and soft. I love the little surprise freckles — the clusters on your shoulders, by your elbow, across your stomach, on your ankles… and your eyes.”

“Boring brown,” she said in disgust. “I always wished I had blue eyes like Dad or Ron, but instead I got muddy brown.”

“I always thought they were like chocolate and when you come for me, those eyes are like melted chocolate.”

“When did you get so poetic?” Ginny asked him. “My Harry doesn’t speak like this.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just stuff I think about sometimes and… it’s stupid and I’ll stop.”

Ginny pressed her lips under his ear making him tremble. “No, don’t. I want to know this stupid stuff you think about.” She kissed the pulse in his throat.

“When you kiss me there I sometimes think that I would give you anything you asked for, no matter how insane.”

She smiled. “I do know your weak spots.” She kissed the pulse in his throat again and he trembled a second time. “I want a lifetime supply of chocolate covered strawberries.”

“Done,” he said, making her laugh. “But really, you could probably ask me to go take over a small country and I’d go and do it.”

“Hmm, my own person Imperious, interesting,” she teased. “Whatever would I do with a small country, Harry?”

“Dunno,” he admitted.

Ginny kissed him. “New question. Have you told anyone about us doing… things?”

“Uncle Remus,” he admitted. “I wanted to make sure I pleased you.”

Her eyes softened. “You’re sweet. And you most certainly did.”

Harry grinned. “You?”

“Luna,” she admitted. “I almost told Hermione, but I didn’t. Theo keeps trying to get information on the size of your cock. He says considering how many times you’ve come face to face with Voldemort and come back alive you must have huge balls of steel.”

“And what do you say to that?”

She blushed. “I’m not telling him anything about you like that.”

“I mean, depending on what you say, I might be okay with it,” he admitted. “If you wanted to tell him my balls are made of steel and I have the cock the size of a —”

“Harry!”

He laughed. “What? I was going to say the size of a regular sixteen-year-old-wizard. What did you think I was going to say?”

Ginny blushed an even deeper red, this time extending down her neck. “Nothing.”

“No, now I’m curious,” he said. “How would you describe my cock if asked?”

“Harry…”

“What? I really want to know, Ginny, what would you say?”

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asmodeuscouncil · 7 months

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Warning: This story starts off with a doomed battlefield

A man lies on the battlefield. His side tore open like he had been mistaken for a seal by a shark. His hands were nowhere near the wound as if he was choosing instead to accept his fate. A sad smile on his face as he thinks with his last few minutes of how wonderful it would be to be home. Though this man wasn't the only one. There were people scattered all around this seemingly endless battlefield. Some were trying to stop their bleeding. Some were crying as they thought of their children. Some laughed as if they were finally free. All of them however were unaware that this wouldn't be the last time a war like this would be fought. Though that didn't stop what they did next. As if they all had the same thought the battlefield started to become illuminated.

It was as if the battlefield had become the starry sky above them as from almost every person a ball of light exited from their bodies. Some white, some black, some blue, any color that the human eye could perceive and some that it couldn't. Though it was only like that for a second before every light swelled in size. Soon the entire field disappeared. All that was left was a crater that was soon filled in by water.

A piercing voice then disturbed the quiet somber peace that had descended in the wake of that emotional scene.

“And that class is how the Great Lake Serenity was formed. Thanks to the sacrifice of those that day other than the lake becoming one of the most important water reservoirs. They also successfully warded off… well we can’t find records of what exactly they were warding off. However it is being looked into.” With that said the teacher presses a button and the scene shatters. Our implants all beep as a chorus of different voices announce the end of the fully immersive lesson.

“With that, I wish you all the best in your aptitude tests. I hope all of you get something that will change your lives for the better” With those words almost as if by divine timing the bell rang signifying the first day of whatever comes next. Though that did not concern me much.

“Hey Pensworth! What are you hoping for?” A friendly voice says as if this was a question they asked everyday. Well he does. Mostly because I've not given him a clear answer. I mean how could I? There are too many options and way too many things that I want to be chosen for! I know for certain though that I want to create something.

It has always been a fascination of mine, just the process of creation. Carvers chipping away at the wood to make sculptures. Metal workers taking glowing metal and forming it into rings, silverware, and weaponry. Potters shaping clay into plates, cups, pots, and more. No matter how the process goes or what is being made, it just draws me in.

“As long as I can make something I don't really care what I get.” The same answer I've always given him. Though recently I've been seeing more and more things about Writers that has made me curious as to what it would be like to be one. It is one of the more mysterious things in our society. Just like with our last lesson there are some things that we don't know… or at least our teachers don't teach us. Well at least that's what some of the more paranoid of us think. Truth be told I see where they are coming from but at the same time I don't want to be the one missing if they end up being right. For now I'm more focused on trying to think of how to stop Andrew from bugging me about what I hope I get until we get to the auditorium.

As we walk through the halls with Andrew and I talking as we go. I can't help but notice the amount of people going into the auditorium. It's almost like they’ve pulled every student from the three closest schools to take the aptitude test with us. Thankfully though our auditorium is big enough to handle all of those people with enough room to have a row or two of seats between each school. It honestly made me wonder why they were doing the aptitude tests this way. Soon Andrew, myself, and our entire school filed in. There was some noise from people talking about the other schools being there but that was quickly shut up by the teachers. The same was occurring with the other schools with varying levels of success.

A loud noise of someone clearing their throat echoed across the auditorium. Somehow silencing everyone, no matter what school they came from. It became so silent you could hear a pin drop. In that resulting silence was one sound, slow purposeful steps and the occasional thud of a cane hitting the wood of the auditorium stage. By the time I had turned to look at the person who had walked up on the stage he had already started talking.

“Welcome everyone,I would first like to thank all your teachers for their continued hard work in keeping the next generation ready for their test as well as teaching them what they needed to know. However they sadly won't come with you into the next part of your life as you go from here to wherever your life leads. With that said I will start calling up students from the farthest school and slowly make our way down the list until my own school finishes their test” The person took a pause and in this pause I took a moment to observe them. When I finally did, I immediately knew that it was the principal of our school. I had seen his portrait outside of his office whenever I would go past to get to my classes. His hair of black with stripes of gray, the stern face, the gold handled ebony wood cane and his signature ordinary suit all coming together to a somehow harmonious result that makes everyone look up to him.

It didn't take long before the teachers hoisted the testing apparatus up onto the stage. The large cylinder of steel took four teachers working together to even get it close to the stage so it could be hoisted up by a teacher using the crane installed for it. Its sleek design left all of its contents to the imagination. The only thing on the outside even suggesting there was something inside being the sunken in handle on the side closest to the principal. It made sense as to why the adults had jokingly called it the tube now.

“Now then, in the tube is going to be a series of tests done. Don't worry all you will have to do is stay as still as you can. The machine will do the rest for you. It even cleans itself afterwards to make sure it lives up to the highest standard of cleanliness at all times. But that's besides the point. Since no one here except the teachers know the specifics, I shall explain two things. One, this test will not be like the ones you have been doing in class. Two, the results of this test will have only one thing different for everyone. If there is a question mark, a star, or an exclamation next to the job you are assigned. If you get nothing beside your result, you are to go back to where your school is seated before following your principal or teacher to another room. More will be explained there” The principal looked around the auditorium before he started calling the names of students up so they could take their test. Everyone in attendance kept quiet for the man who was calmly calling their names. After all, who knew if he was able to influence their score and what job they would get. It didn't take long to see how the result would be displayed live as the top half of the tube lit up and showed the person’s name, age, and what job they were assigned in a list. Slowly though as the results were released one by one it seemed as if the principal wasn't getting worried at the amount of marks someone had next to their name as they exited the machine.It seemed as if he was relieved that so many people were coming out with such markings. Especially because it was a person for every 15-20 that went in.

Though that wasn’t what I was thinking at that point in time. I was more focused on my upcoming test and what it would assign me since I had no idea what I want to do myself. I knew I wanted something to do with creating something but I had no idea what exactly. Is that even how the test worked in the first place? Did it take what you wanted to do into account? After all, nobody has really talked about what goes on inside of the testing chamber. For all i know it could just be something jabbed into whoever is taking the test and somehow they get a result off of that. A shiver takes over my body for a moment as I imagine that. Really need to learn how to reign in my brain a bit. Though I was forced to stop worrying about anything else as I heard my name be called up onto the stage.

I don't know if it's because at this point I wasn't fully conscious of my legs walking as my brain was thinking faster and faster as I walked up the stairs and onto the stage or if my brain had just shut off whatever else was going on in my mind. I swear it felt like it took only a second for me to arrive in front of the metal cylinder that would change my life. Oh…how innocently I thought that had meant then. The cylinder opened itself up and I walked in.

The cylinder shut itself behind me after I was fully inside. It was pitch black for a moment before it started slowly brightening up. It wasn't long before i heard a disembodied voice speak to me>

“Welcome to your test! As well as congratulations on your first step into maturity. To start you’ll feel a slight pinch as your implant is checked to make sure it is cleaned and ready for the first half of your test.” AS soon as the machine stopped speaking I did feel a slight pinch but that is probably because I always cleaned my implant. My parents always told me to properly clean it every day since it would make my test easier. Though they didn't tell me much more than that. I always wondered if they just wanted me to be surprised or if they couldnt for some reason. Though I wasn't able to think more about that as the machine spoke once more.

“Proceeding to the first process of your test.” I felt something sticking itself into my implant but it didn't take too long before it left. “First process completed, proceeding to the second process”

Suddenly it felt like everything became sluggish and my own body was far too slow, like years had passed as I brought my hand up to my face. Even the sensation of my cheek in the palm of my hand was running ahead of the motion of me moving my thumb across it. “Second process completed now proceeding to third process. Only one process remains after” With that the machine whirred to life and soon i was standing there like i had just gotten out of the shower. Arms popped out of the walls and started sticking things to my body without much time for me to even process it. Though it's not like I could with how slow my body was responding to my thoughts at the moment as slow as it was.

A cool sensation then started spreading across my body starting from everything the machine had put on me. Even my brain felt like it was being cooled down and forced to calm down as well as slow down. My thoughts that were previously bouncing everywhere were moving towards a new sensation. It was hard to describe. It felt like an ever changing ball of water was suddenly present in the middle of my chest and linked up to something similar in my skull. As fast as the feeling came it went however. The machine’s arms coming back and taking off whatever it had put on my body. It also put on what felt like an exact match of my old clothes.

“Final process initiated. You will now see a series of questions please answer them as quickly and honestly” A screen then popped up in front of my eyes. I won't bore you with telling you what exactly the questions were as even I started to get tired by the end of them. Once I had finished the test the machine once more opened itself up. Before I had even taken my last step out my principal had a look of astonishment on his face as he looked at my results.

Arthur Pensworth. 19. Writer★.

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bellatrixscurls · 2 years

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petal | j.p

pairing : princess reader x royal guard james

warnings : smut, angst to fluff, pet names, praise kink, failed marriage?, kinda fem reader but its not really mentioned, reader and james are of age (around 22), lmk if i missed anything <3

summary : on your wedding day, you take the best decision of your life, and it ends just how you wished for it to.

You were destroyed. Completely and utterly broken. Because just as you were about to say ‘I do’, your eyes locked with his.

James Fleamont Potter. Also known as your personal guard. Also known as a little bitch who just had to stand there, doing nothing but looking as pretty as ever, and make you give in. He wasn’t even trying, but it just broke your heart the way his eyes pricked with tears under the golden lights of the ballroom.

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to love and honour each other for as long as you both shall live?”

“I am” your husband-to-be declared, smiling brightly down at you, and you swore you could hear your mum gasp.

Even the priest himself looked unsure as he turned to you. He raised a brow, waiting for a response.

“Y/n! Just say it” your mum hissed from her place on the front row, squeezing the life out of your father’s hand.

But as you turned to look at her, your eyes caught his. He was sitting just beside your parents, per your request, and you cursed yourself for that, because, still looking at him, you shook your head, “I’m not.”

Now you were rushing down the halls of the enormous castle — your heels clattering down the corridor which lead to your room. Your parents were calling your name desperately, but that’s just a guess because the pounding of your heart and your sobs wouldn’t really let you hear them or anything, for that matter.

Opening the door to your room, you entered and closed it behind you. You threw your heels somewhere around the room, knees ready to give out as you fell down onto the fuzzy rug.

You couldn’t really describe how you felt, but one thing was for sure; you were mad at yourself. Mad at yourself because you’d disappointed your parents, hurt your ex fiancé and most important— “Princess Y/n?” there he was. The most important reason. His voice was soft and so were his knocks.

You wiped at your cheeks hurriedly, before you yelled a weak ‘go away.’

But James knew better than to just go away. He’d done that multiple times before. Like the time he ran away when you first confessed your feelings for him, or the time you’d tried to kiss him. But not now. With a pounding heart, James’ shaky hands reached for the handle, opening the door like he was too weak to only use one hand. He felt too weak, anyway.

“Can’t go away” he sighed softly when he caught sight of you. Your face was red and you were drowning in your own tears, and it was all because of him. “Please don’t make me do it, petal” he begged meekly, taking slow steps towards your shaking frame.

You sniffled, wiping your nose with your oh so expensive bejewelled dress. “You always do. Why’s it different now?”

James was at a loss for words. You were right, you both knew it. But he couldn’t back away just now, he had to make things right. God, he wanted it so bad.

“You left him” he whispered, coming to a halt and sat down in front of you. You hummed in agreement. “Why?”

You sighed, toying with your fingers as you thought about it. What was the reason? It was so crude of him if he only wanted to hear you say it again, so he can run off.

Yet, you couldn’t help but do it all over again, for the millionth time. Your heart was used to it, getting broken. It’s not like it was ever fixed to begin with. “Couldn’t love him” you admitted softly, your voice hoarse as your cheeks burned with anticipation — another night crying yourself to sleep, you thought. “Couldn’t- I couldn’t look at him without...” you paused, taking a deep breath, “wishing you’d love me the way he did.”

The words burned your tongue and stabbed your heart all at the same time. You were a complete mess in front of James Potter, waiting for him to run away like he always did. You were prepared to hear his excuses all over again; “you can’t love me, petal. ‘s not fair to them” or maybe even “you’re perfect, little love. don’t waste yourself on me.”

But this time, James stayed. It was like he wanted to run off but his feet were glued to your pink fuzzy rug that he’d always tease you about. He watched you fall apart in front of him, shaking under his helpless gaze. He’d never seen you like that before.

And before he could back away, his arms were pulling you onto his lap, gently squeezing you against his chest. He left endless kisses on your hairline, murmuring “M sorry, doll. So so sorry. Please look at me, please. Let me see your pretty face” he was pleading with both his voice and eyes, arms still holding you flush against him.

“Don’t go please” you whimpered, moving your face from the crook of his neck, face swollen as you pouted deeply. “Don’t wanna be without you.”

James whined desperately, wanting to punch himself in the face for making you suffer for him for so long. “Petal, ‘m not leaving” he moved away the hair that was sticking to your face due to your tears, his eyes softening when they locked with yours. That was for merely a second, because he noticed how unfocused your eyes were. “Oh, babydoll” he whispered, taking your face in his hands and bringing it closer to his.

“Jamie” you whimpered, pawing at his chest and shoulders, desperate to feel him close to you, to feel his warmth. “I-If I’m good for you... Will you love me, Jamie?” your voice was meek, eyes hopeful as you looked up.

“I already do, sweetheart. I love you more than life itself. I promise. You don’t have to do anything” James kissed your head, trying his best to resist the way you’d started dry humping him. Sure, his cock was rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, to pound into you; but he couldn’t. He didn’t want you to do it only because you knew it’s what he wanted.

With a loud cry of his name, you continued to grind against him, “no you don’t. You just- just want me to fall asleep so you can-” you whimpered trying to hold in your release, “so you can leave.”

“Sweetheart, no” James shook his head, placing his hands on your waist as he squeezed gently, “I’m not leaving I- fuck. Fuck, please don’t stop” he had grown eager himself, guiding your hips harder and faster. It was almost funny how desperate you were, holding onto each other for good.

“N-no, don’t” James breathed out and you stopped, out of breath and panting against each other as you fell flush on his chest. “Don’t wanna cum like this, ‘s not what you deserve on our first time, petal.”

You nodded, taking deep breaths as the ringing in your ears faded slowly. “Do whatever you want with me, Jamie. But don’t be gentle.”

If James were to die right then, he would surely die a happy man. Your innocent offer made him grunt, his painfully hard cock twitching inside his black dress pants.

He licked his lips in anticipation as he placed you gently on your bed, your short dress riding up and exposing the bare skin of your thighs to him. Admiring your body and softly running his head up your thighs, the dress was now around your waist, leaving you almost bare for him, but not enough. “C-can I take them off?” he begged, pretty blue eyes gazing hopefully into yours.

It made arousal pool in your panties, his shyness. But James wasn’t inexperienced, that was for sure. At least, that’s what you’d heard around the castle from your maids.

“Please” you bit your lip, gasping when James’ fingers reached the waistband of your underwear, it was almost too fast, because you closed your eyes for a second and when you opened them again, your underwear was off, thrown somewhere.

“Oh, princess” he sighed contently, watching your wet pussy clench around nothing, awaiting his curious hands. “You poor thing. It must be aching down there, huh?” he teased, his fingers gathering your wetness as used them to spread it all over your pussy. You only whimpered in response, murmuring a soft ‘touch, please’.

And next thing you knew, James’ face was buried into your cunt. He was licking and suckling at your clit, his thick fingers circling your hole, and he finally pushed in, little by little. “I-I...” you cut yourself off with a gasp, pretty moans escaping your lips, and your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his face further into your cunt, if that was even possible.

James hummed against you, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your skull, thighs shuddering as they closed around the bespectacled boy’s head. You needed him much much closer, and even if he wasn’t able to do that, you could tell he was trying his hardest.

“Jamie... Jamie, ‘m close” you mewled, slightly tugging at his hair as he groaned, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your thighs. He looked up hazily, nipping softly at your clit. “Give it t’me, baby. God, I can’t wait to taste you” he whined against your cunt, his movements never faltering.

You hummed, breath catching in your throat several times as he helped you reach your high, completely devouring your cunt. “Cum. Gonna cum” you warned bucking your hips towards his face, and James decided it was the right moment he’d curl his fingers inside you, hitting your gspot.

And that was when your knees gave in, legs shaking around James’ head, his strong arms holding you down against the mattress. “So good, Jamie” you shook with pleasure while you released into his mouth, the male lapping at your juices like a starved man.

Your words sure did things to him, things he normally was too proud to admit, but now, as you layed prettily, body limp against the mattress, James couldn’t help but praise you infinitely. “Taste so so sweet, baby. And y’did so well, looked so pretty when you came f’Jamie, petal. Wan’ see it again.”

He was eager, if you couldn’t already tell by his hard cock. He was shifting uncomfortably atop your bed, his trousers squeezing at his hard dick. “Cock” you murmured, raising your upper body as your rather curious hands reached for the zip of his trousers, pulling it down. “Wanna cum on your cock now” your voice was rather demanding, but James let you off, considering it was your first time together.

James’ trembling hands took his cock out of his underwear, shuddering when he gripped the base of it. “Can I spit? Pretty please, J” you asked just when he was about to, and with a curt nod, you lowered your head, gathering some saliva before you let it drip onto his reddish tip. “S-shit” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

You let him have his moment, watching adoringly as his cock twitched in his hand, tears wetting his cheeks as he bucked his hips forward. “Y’pretty, Jamie” you praised meekly, leaning back against the pillows, legs spread wide for him.

When he opened his eyes, James could scream. And did he. With a guttural grunt of your name, James sheathed himself into you, his girth forcing your much smaller hole to stretch, forcing it in.

You cried out, pawing at his back, feeling your stomach burn with pain, the sudden intrusion causing your legs to hurt considerably. “Hurts, hurts so bad,” you whimpered into his neck, causing James to slowly pull out of you, which made you whine at the emptiness, closing your legs at the small of his back. “Sorry, ‘m sorry! Didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You’re fine,” he cooed, laying a sweet kiss on your forehead “m sorry for acting like a fuckin’ virgin” he scolded himself, lining his cock at your entrance once again, this time though, more gently. “Ready, petal?”

You nodded, fingers lacing with his as your other hand rested on the back of his neck, gently rubbing. “Okay” James breathed anxiously, and as he struggled to fill you up, you both gasped, holding onto each other for good.

His mouth fell open and so did yours, your little gasps for air in perfect harmony with his moans. It was hot, painful — perfect.

You watched his chest heave as he slammed his hips forward, his girth making your legs quiver every time he’d hit your gspot. “Fucking hell, petal” he whispered, head dropping in the crook of your neck, wandering lips kissing and suckling at your skin.

“Like that” you mewled, closing your eyes in pure bliss. James was reaching places and making you feel things no one’d ever done. “J-just like that, Jamie.”

James hummed contently, occasionally taking deep breaths when he was able to. He kept thrusting into you, your nails scratching at his back as you whimpered small praises, your eyes in tears as he peppered sweet pecks along you neck and shoulders. “Cum” you mewled, tugging at his curls rather harshly because James whined against your neck, biting gently at your shoulder, “needa cum, Jamie- wanna cum with you” you chocked over your sobs, out of breath as the familiar ringing of your ears came back.

James wasn’t any different; his legs were weak and he felt tired, but he still wanted to fuck you for hours and hours on end. But he was listening to his brain as well. “Y/n/n- I can’t- You know I can’t-”

But it was too late. You were clenching around him, squeezing the life out of him as you shook with pleasure, whimpers of his name leaving your mouth like a prayer. And James was a strong man, but for his little dove he’d always be the weakest of them all.

And so he did. In a moment or two, he stilled inside of you, emptying himself onto your walls, but still trying his best to keep thrusting into you, to ride you through your orgasms. “Good bunny, petal” he praised, face still buried against your neck, refusing to pull out anytime soon.

You stayed like that for a while, flush against each other, consuming the other’s sweet scent. It was almost unbelievable for someone to love like that.

Later on, as he cleaned you up, you couldn’t help the endless thoughts and questions running through your mind. Was that it? Did it mean something to him? Is he-

“Petal” he called softly, smiling up at your pensive expression. Your eyes immediately focused on him, raising a brow in question. “D’you really think I’m that much of a jerk to just sleep with you and then leave you like that?”

He seemed offended? Well, he always was. But now he seemed rather hurt, like he was hoping for something else, a little bit more trust.

“No! I... I don’t know, Jamie” you sighed, fiddling with your fingers nervously. “S hard loving you... You just, you always run off and I’m left alone. Don’t like being without you.”

James rushed to kiss your pout away, holding the back of your neck to pull you deeper into the kiss. And you realised that that was the first time your lips ever felt his. And it wasn’t like anything you’d imagined. He was sweet and passionate, even desperate.

Pulling away, James rested his forehead against yours, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “I know I’ve been a jerk, Y/n/n. But I just couldn’t do it. Loved you so much I couldn’t even begin to think that you’d ever like me back. But you did and- and when you said it I just didn’t know how to handle it. Felt like a shy little kid around you and- my point is; I love you, sweetheart. Just wanna have you here with me all the time, wanna love you and, and just do whatever it takes to make you happy, alright? All I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy, just can’t... can’t believe I get to be the one making you happy.”

His little speech made your heart triple in size and you pecked his nose, murmuring softly, “Pinky promise, Jamie?” you stuck your pinky out for him, and he chuckled, knowing that you only used it for very special occasions. So he linked his pinky with yours, shaking it lightly.

“Pinky promise, petal.”

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Bear

My bestie @mylifeisactuallyamess pointed out that it was Alexander Ludwig's birthday, today! So, naturally, I wrote some modern!Björn birthday smut 😅

Warnings: explicit language, oral sex (M!recieving), dirty talk, not beta'd, all mistakes are my own!

"Happy birthday, bear." You whispered in his ear. With a groan, he rolled over and gently pressed his lips to yours.

"Thanks babe." He replied with a sleepy smile. You wracked your brain all month trying to figure out what to get Björn for his birthday. Ubbe finally piped up, offering an idea.

"Give him what he always wants. You. Nothing's better than birthday sex." He suggested slyly, with a crooked smile. You arranged to have the other Lothbroks out of their shared home, at least for a few hours.

You wanted to start the day off right, so you snuck out of bed, out of your shared room, and into the kitchen. Making him a beautiful stack of pancakes, you put a "32" birthday candle in them. "Oh bear," You called to him,"Your ass better wake up if you want these pancakes hot." You declared as you opened the bedroom door. His disheveled hair, bare tattooed chest, and sleepy eyes were your favorite sight. He sat up against the headboard and stared at me with awe. "Kjæreste, you made me breakfast? In bed? With birthday candles?" He questioned amusingly.

You nodded happily. "Only the best for my birthday bear." You handed him the plateful of pancakes, sitting them gently in his lap. He reached to remove the candles when you snapped at him. "Hey! You gotta make a wish first!" You pulled Ivar's zippo out of your pocket and lit the candles. He blew them out after taking a few seconds to 'make a wish'. "Now dig in" You permitted with a smile. While Björn ate, you started on the next part of his birthday present: A movie marathon. You told him to join you in the family room when he was finished devouring his breakfast. There you had set up a white sheet and a projector, along with a wonderful bed of blankets and pillows where the tables had been. "Little bear, this is amazing." He said as he entered the room. The look on his face said it all. You knew it had been a long time since Björn had celebrated a birthday. You motioned for him to join you with a crook of your finger. "I figured we'd watch as many Harry Potter movies as we can handle." You told him as he settled next to you. Not even halfway through the first movie, you started playfully nibbling at Björn's ear. "Baby, what about the movie?" He asked, knowing good and well you didn't care. Moving from his ear to his neck, you found that one spot that drove him crazy. "Kjæreste, don't start something you aren't going to finish." He moaned as you moved to straddle his lap.

"Oh, I plan on finishing, bear." You purred before enveloping his lips into a passionate kiss. "What about you?" He inquired, breaking for air.

"Maybe when it's my birthday. Today is all about you baby. And don't you dare argue with me, Lothbrok." You rebutted. Björn nodded in agreement. He made your work easy seeing as he was still clad in just pajama pants. You began to palm his semi-hard length. "Little bear. Don't tease." He groaned. You quickly stripped him of the pants, and brushed your fingertips over his sensitive tip. You maneuvered to place yourself between his thighs to have better access. You lowered your head, licking him from the base to the head, giving him an extra kitten lick across the slit. A guttural moan rumbled from him. Knowing that you had him in the palm of my hand, literally, you took him down as far as you could. Björn knew that you had a goal of one day deep throating him, but fuck, the man was blessed in size.

"Fuck, baby. So good." He grunted as you bobbed your head. "God, I love it when you suck my cock. You look so pretty like this, princess. You like sucking me off, don't you baby girl?" You loved Björn's dirty mouth. He knew exactly what to say to rile you up. You let out a muffled "mmhmm" not wanting to take your mouth off him.

"Fuck, I love your mouth, so warm and wet, almost as good as that tight pussy of yours. Shit... Shit.." He groaned as he tangled his hands in your hair. "Little bear, I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..." Hot spurts of come hit the back of your throat as Björn came undone with your name leaving his mouth. You pulled off him with a pop, wiping your mouth as he came down from his orgasmic high. "Your turn," Björn growled as he scooped you up and carried you off to your room in a fit of giggles. This was going to be a long birthday celebration.

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James Potter

Listen, I know Lucius wasn't actually during the Marauders Era but shush. Also taking a short breather from the Demetri Alexopoulos fics for a sec until I get more out lol

Summary: Lucius flirts with Y/n and expects himself not to be punched into oblivion by her boyfriend James Potter himself?

"Leave me alone, Lucius! I'm not in the mood to deal with you today." She growled as Lucius blocked her way from entering the school from the courtyard.

"You're never in the mood to deal with me."

"Oh, I wonder why." She snarked.

"What's your deal anyway? I just wanted to say hi." He shrugged.

"And? Why do I get the feeling you want to ask me something?" She questioned with irritation.

"Becaauussseeee I was going to ask if you wanted to go to hogsmeade with me?" He smiled.

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Lucius, you do remember I'm dating James, correct?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't have too know." He smirked, walking closer to her.

"Oh, yes he does you creep." She stepped backwards as he stepped closer.

"Awe, come on! I just want to have a little fun!"

"You have Narcissa for that, don't you?" She snarked as she continued stepping backwards.

"Yeah, but she's not as fun as you are."

'I really wish James was here to save me right now.' The girl thought to herself as she kept walking.

It's like said boy had read her mind as he started walking towards them, picking up speed as he caught up to Y/n, who had stopped. "What's going on?"

"This weirdo is trying to get me to go on a date with him." She crossed her arms.

James turned around to look at the platinum blonde boy, "really? Trying to go after taken girls now? What? Is Narcissa not good enough for you?"

Lucius shrugged, "she's not exactly my type. Your girlfriend on the other hand-"

James lunged forward and grabbed Lucius by the collar of his robes, "don't you dare finish that sentence Malfoy unless you want to be beaten to a pulp."

Lucius smirked, "what? Can't handle the truth that your girlfriend is a better fit for me?"

James growled, "stop it Malfoy."

Y/n watched as James' hand balled into a fist, his expression full of anger. She wanted to stop the boy from whatever he was about to do so he wouldn't get in trouble, but at the same time she wanted to see Lucius get what he deserved. So, she said nothing.

"You really expect me to stop? You must not know me at all, Potter. I'm Mr. Steal Your Girl and that's exactly what I'm going to do. My family will love her because she is a pureblood, after all." Lucius continued to egg on the boy with glasses.

That was James' last straw. And with one fowl swoop, his fist came into contact with Lucius' jaw, letting go of the boy and pushing him back.

Lucius felt a liquid flow from his nose and taking a finger against the top of his lip, he could see red dripping from it. His eyes went wide and he ran off without a word into the castle.

"Oh, you're so going to get in trouble for that." Y/n remarked with an amused smirk.

James turned around to his girlfriend, a grin appearing on his face, "but you liked it, didn't you?"

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, "Seeing my boyfriend punch another kid right in the jaw, somehow making said kid's nose bleed because he was making crude comments towards me? Of course I liked it."

James' grin widened as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "Anything for you, my love."

"Says the boy who also gets in trouble for pulling pranks all the time." She mused.

James shrugged, "just a small price to pay to see you smile and hear your laugh."

Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright red at the compliment, "you're just as bad of a flirt as Sirius."

"Hey, I take that as a major compliment, thank you very much." He chuckled.

Y/n laughed, "of course you do." She leaned in and kissed him, him kissing back.

"Oh, get a room!"

"Peter, Shut up!"

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HEHEHEHEHEHEHE this was fun 😌😍💫

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