#and i was like ooh harry nice

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jj/ksi x female!reader

summary : Y/N is the Sidemen’s assistant, and JJ had had a crush on her for the longest time and a party at his place just might shift their relationship.

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Being on the set of Tinder in real life as the Sidemen’s assistant was quite tiring, yet hilarious to watch the boys act so immature. Y/N knows the feeling very well.

“Y/N!” Kon yelled after one of the girls left. “One of the girls for the video called in sick, she can’t make it. We need you to replace them.”

“What? No way.” Y/N shook her head. “They’re expecting hot and available girls, well besides Simon, Vik, Ethan, and Josh.”

“Come on, it’s only for around 10 minutes, and the guys already know you.” Kon pleaded and gave her puppy eyes. She groaned as she gave in, and Kon clipped a mic to her shirt. “Thank you, Y/N. It’s gonna be fine.”

“Whatever.” Y/N huffed and walked to the line of girls waiting to go in the room, but she was basically at the front since there were only 2 girls ahead of her.

“Where’s Y/N?” She heard her name said by Simon in between switching girls.

Kon nervously looked to Y/N on the other side of the wall then back at the tall man, “Uh, she’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”

Y/N was next, and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She didn’t know why she was so anxious, she’s known these guys for a few years now, and they’re not actually flirting.

“Good luck!” The girl that just finished smiled at her as she walked out, and Y/N weakly waved bye to the beautiful woman. Kon urged her to go in, and Y/N legged up to the tinder cutout. All the boys gasped and chuckled as she stood in front if their eyes.

“Hi, I am Y/N, I’m 23, and I’m from Essex.”

“Oh, we know, baby.” Ethan laughed loudly, and she slightly raised an eyebrow before gesturing for them to start. “Okay, I’m Ethan, and I’m not really feeling myself today, can I feel you instead?”

All the boys guffawed at him and Y/N turned her head in embarrassment, “No.” Ethan went to the NO letter sign and gave her a sorry expression.

Josh stepped forward next and announced, “Could you feel my shirt?” Y/N hesitantly rubbed the fabric he held out to her. “It’s made of boyfriend material.” Y/N giggled softly before flicking her finger to the NO side. Josh shouted in protest before walking dejectedly next to Ethan.

“Hello, I am Simon. Could you do something for me, Y/N?”

“I already do a lot for you anyway.”

The remaining Sidemen ooh at her response, and Simon offers her an offended look, “Hey, I was gonna make it a nice one. But now I guess not.” Simon just walked to the NO side, and Y/N chucked quietly before locking eyes on JJ’s awaiting figure. Y/N suddenly became even more nervous and picked at the skin around her thumbs.

“Do you like black guys?” JJ asked with a massive smirk on his face. Tobi popped his head out from behind KSI and held a finger up, indicating he was intrigued to hear the answer.

“Some.” Y/N politely answered and presented a small smile to JJ. He lifted his eyebrows and came closer to the cutout. His hand came through to her, and she looked down at it confused. “What, Jide?”

“Let’s go find out if you like this one.” He grabbed her hand, and she tugged him so he jumped over the little ledge thing in the way. All the boys whooped and hollered as JJ and Y/N cackled in each other’s arms. “Is this a yes?”

“Yeah.” She nudged him to go over to the YES signs. “Okay, calm down, next.”

“I’m Tobi, and I hear you like black guys.” He tried, and Y/N pity smiled before nodding her head. “Let’s go!” Tobi and JJ hugged once Tobi made it to the YES side. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Vik stepped up and held his arms out, “On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9 and I am the 1 you need.” Harry and Tobi cheered for him, but unfortunately Vik was swiped to the NO side.

Harry, last but not least, held his hand together in-front of him as he boisterously stated, “I am gonna call the cops,” he stops briefly to imitate calling the police with his hand then delivered his next line, “it has to be illegal to look that stunning.” His hands were out around him like jazz hands. Y/N pointed to the YES side, and Harry thanked her before running over to Tobi and JJ.

“All the single men over there.” Simon noticed and glanced at Y/N who shrugged.

“Didn’t wanna potentially upset anyone’s missus. Never know, never know.” Y/N reasoned.

“They’re literally your friends, they’d understand.” Ethan clapped his hands and laughed. “Although, don’t know about Freya, she’s a feisty one.”

Josh and Y/N shot him annoyed looks.

“Well, anyway, if you viewers didn’t realize or know, Y/N is our good friend and assistant so that’s why we’re continuing to talk to her.” Harry straight up says to the camera and wraps an arm around her. She smiled and waves then walks off to take the mic off. “Ok, that has been Tinder in Real Life, part whatever, thank you guys for watching and we’ll see you next Sunday. Byeeee.”

“Y/N, you’re a little minx.” JJ whistled and threw his muscular arm around her waist.

“Yeah, didn’t know you’d be in the video.” Simon mentioned loudly and gazed at Kon who held his hands up in defense. “Why’s that?”

“Girl called in sick, I was the last minute replacement.” Y/N shortly explained and removed JJ’s arm so she could gather her things.

“Are you coming over to mine tonight with the rest of us?” JJ questioned the girl.

She momentarily stared into his eyes before clearing her throat, “Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I do. Do you want to come?” He countered her argumentative tone with his own. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Sure, I’ll come.” JJ nodded at her words. Simon looked between the two like they were a tennis match. His best friend liked her, and he was too scared to do something about it. “What time?”

“7, or just whenever you can make it.” JJ sweetly phrased then stalked off to get his things to leave as well. Y/N saw on her watch that it was 5, and her and JJ lived on opposites sides of London.

“JJ, can I just come over now?” Y/N asked, and she strolled over to him. “My flat’s across London, and I don’t feel like making that drive.”

“Yeah, sure.” JJ wiped his sweaty hands on his pants before leading them out to his car. The car ride was silent to his flat, and when they arrived, they didn’t speak either. She plopped down on his large sectional and closed her eyes. She felt the weight dip beside her, but she was too exhausted to open her eyes. Y/N felt a hand slide the piece of hair that was over her nose to behind her ear. “You can sleep, if you want.”

“Just wake me when people get here.” Y/N rolled onto her side and kicked her shoes off to put her feet on the couch. JJ decided to tug her upper half and put it on him as a pillow to which Y/N hummed and hugged his midsection to be more comfortable. JJ could honestly say that this is heaven. As time flew by, a knock resounded across JJ’s flat, and he carefully and unwillingly placed Y/N’s head and arms on the couch.

“Am I first?” Ethan barreled in. When he caught sight of the sleeping woman on JJ’s sectional, he bolted back to JJ. “There’s a girl on your sofa.”

JJ laughed at Ethan’s whispering, “It’s Y/N, fam.”

“Oh, then Y/N WAKE UP.” He shook her relentlessly until Y/N smacked Ethan for him to stop. He giggled like a little girl.

“You prick.” Y/N grumbled mostly into the sofa cushion beneath her. JJ couldn’t help but feel annoyed with Ethan now, too. Something about Y/N making him want her approval over anyone else’s. “You shouldn’t have let him in.”

JJ snickered before rubbing her back, “The others will be here soon, and we won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“OI, I am still here!” Ethan commented noisily.

Before JJ or Y/N could retort, a knock came from the door. “I got it.” JJ went to get it and in came Talia, Simon, Vik, and Tobi. “No Ellie?”

“She had a headache, didn’t wanna be a grump the whole night.” Vik explained.

“Y/N, my favorite assistant!” Simon cheered and squeezed her tightly. JJ felt jealous, and he knew he shouldn’t.

“I’m your only assistant, you twat.” Y/N replied, snarky and straight to the point. But Y/N’s face gained a smile when Talia came and sat next to her. “Talia, my love.”

“Y/N, I have missed you. Too bad you’re running around with these lot.” Talia insulted her fiancé and his friends. Simon gave her a frown.

“Harry, Lux, and Cal said they’d be late, they’re getting the drinks.” Vik informed everyone, and went back to chatting with Ethan and Tobi.

“Who else is coming, besides Josh and Freya?”

JJ answered Y/N, “Chris, Randy, Will, and maybe a few other people.” She nodded and laid against the back of the sofa. JJ convinced himself to sit beside her and if anyone comes, let the others answer the door. “Are you gonna be drinking tonight?”

“Jide, please. Of course I am.” Y/N grinned his way and leaned into his side. JJ tensed for a second before relaxing and enjoying her body close to his. “I wish Harry would hurry up, though.”

“He’ll be here soon.” JJ murmured. Simon and Talia shared a glance before tuning into Vik’s rambling on how football really isn’t his sport. Y/N as time passed was more on JJ than the couch, and his hand was on her thigh, wrapped around her middle. Harry had arrived with Lux and Cal and all three were towing booze. A couple of drinks in JJ’s system made him more comfortable and Y/N was practically on him by now. “You’re so pretty.”

Y/N scrunched her face and gripped his neck, “No, you are.” The two were too caught up in each other to notice everyone else watching them from the corners of their vision. “So handsome.” Her mouth reached up to peck his exposed collarbone, and JJ shuddered from her airy kiss. “JJ, you’re so fine.”

“I need you.” JJ blurts out into her ear, and she smirks before kissing his neck.

“Beer Pong!” Simon bellowed causing JJ and Y/N to separate and get up to go play. “Talia and Y/N against me and JJ?”

“Nah, fam, couple against couple.” JJ gripped Y/N tightly to him as she laughed quite tipsy. Talia and Simon again exchanged looks, but nodded to KSI before setting up the game. “We got this.”

“Yes, yes.” Y/N chanted back, and her and JJ fist bump. Talia put the last bit of drink in a cup and decided her and Simon would go first. She missed the cup she was aiming for, but Simon didn’t. “I got first drink.” Y/N downed it, and JJ stood amazed at her. “Ok, our turn.”

JJ shot and made it into the cup, and Y/N did, too. “Drink up, ladies!” The two got to shoot again, and JJ sinked it in. Y/N’s ball went off to no man’s land so it was Talia and Simon’s turn.

The game continued until Talia and Simon met their final defeat when Y/N’s ball went into the last cup. “Let’s go!” Y/N and JJ embraced and cackled as they had won. “You look so good right now.”

“Yeah?” KSI cockily replied and pulled Y/N to the hallway where it was quiet. Y/N hummed and pushed her lips against his jawline. “Y/N, do you want this?”

“Yes, now stop talking.” Y/N demanded and smashed their lips together. JJ’s body hit the wall behind him and his hands held her waist. Y/N moved her kisses down his neck and over his collarbones which made him grunt softly. She left hickeys in her wake and didn’t stop until JJ interlocked their lips again. A moan escaped Y/N’s mouth when JJ’s hand traveled to her butt and gripped it. “J.”

“My turn.” JJ whispered and trailed his lips to behind her ear where he sucked. Y/N breathlessly whined and tangled them closer. He maneuvered down to the base of her neck where he placed a nice purple hickey.

“JJ.” He loved when she said his name. JJ peered up at her as he lifted her shirt to peck her chest and stomach. “Let’s go to your room.”

JJ hurriedly dragged them both to his room and slammed the door closed. He was pushed onto the bed, and Y/N straddled him. JJ’s fingers clasped onto her hips and molded into them as they continued their hot and heavy make out. At some point, Y/N was switched to be on her back with JJ dangling over her, his chain swinging in her vision.

“Too beautiful.” JJ groaned into her neck. Y/N hauled his mouth back to hers. Their lips sunk in to each other, and they slowly detached. “Do you want to or no?”

Y/N smiled, “If you do.”

“I do, I do, but I want to know if you’re sure.” His eyes searched hers. She simply nodded and brought him in for a kiss. Y/N slipped her shirt off and pulled at his, encouraging JJ to do the same. He did, and Y/N traced his abs and chest muscles. His breathing stuttered, and she smirked. “Y/N.”

His light scolding made her gently laugh. “What?”

“You know what.” JJ put his hand on her left boob and squeezed and she moaned. “See.”

Y/N enjoyed his teasing and returned the favor by palming his hard-on through his sweatpants. JJ clenched his eyes shut, and Y/N knew what she was doing. “Are you gonna love me now?”

JJ’s lust overtook him, and he basically tore off Y/N’s jeans and threw them somewhere on the ground. His pants were off seconds after hers. The two gazed at one another as they existed almost naked. JJ looked up once more for confirmation which Y/N smiled and nodded. He instantly pushed her underwear aside.

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JJ woke up with a body clinging to him. He was about to freak out when all his memories came flooding back from the previous night. Y/N was perfectly curled into his chest and their legs were intertwined. Her breaths were hitting his skin delicately. Her hair was a mess but he still thought she was the most perfect being to have lived.

There was commotion outside the door, and a minute later, Talia bursted in. Good thing JJ and Y/N were both covered. “What the fuck?”

“Shhh.” JJ hushed his best friend’s girlfriend. But that didn’t help since Y/N jerked awake and groaned at the sunlight hitting her pupils. “Baby, Talia’s in here.”

“Loud ass.” Y/N snarked, and Talia snickered. “Yes, yes, we had sex, everyone calm down.”

Talia’s jaw dropped, “Oh my God, Simon is gonna love this.” She ran out and screamed for Simon.

“So, what does this make us?” JJ nervously questioned while wiping the hair from Y/N’s face. She hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend if you’re down to be my boyfriend.” Y/N slyly said and held his cheek in her hand, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. JJ’s expression transformed into the widest grin Y/N has ever seen.

“Yeah, I’m down.” JJ responded.

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#ksi x reader #jj x reader #sidemen #sidemen imagine #sidemen x reader #harry lewis #simon minter #tobi brown #ethan payne #josh bradley #ksi imagine

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh prompts okay - haven't seen this one yet so something on Harry/Bucky, please? I've always watched their interaction in the medical wing with heart eyes - Just thought Croz was really cute all flustered with Bucky like that, and I just think these two would be absolutely adorable.

The thing is, Crosby figures, everyone has a little crush on Bucky. It's not like it's difficult. He's friendly. He's sweet. He's smart. He's very tall and has wide shoulders and huge hands.

"And he sings better than you," Bubbles says.

"That, too," Crosby replies, two sips shy of finishing his third martini. He should not have ordered a third martini. He gets motor-mouthed and horny on his third martini.

"Yeah, I know, you say that every third martini," Bubbles says.

"Am I talking out loud?" Crosby asks.

"Oh, yeah," Bubbles says.

Well, that's no good. Now it's possible Bucky's heard him say that he thinks he's got a crush on him. Because Bucky's sitting across the table and smiling at him.

"Hey, Croz, come here a sec," Bucky says.

"Sure," Crosby replies. He finishes his drink and walks over to Bucky. There's no place to sit.

"Sure there is," Bucky says, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap. "Plenty of room."

"You're a whore," Buck says like he's reading the windspeed outside.

"Me?" Crosby asks.

"No," Buck replies. "Your chair."

"Oh, I should sit," Crosby says and does so right on Bucky's lap. "Oh, hi, Bucky."

"Hey, Croz."

This close, Crosby can smell Bucky's cologne and see his curls coming loose from the Brylcreem.

"Yeah, those little side ones do that," Bucky says. "Smooth 'em back, will you?"

"This is obscene," Buck says. "Bubbles, you wanna get another round?"

"Naw, it's better if I'm here to remember for posterity. Croz gets a little fuzzy after three martinis."

Crosby wants to say he does not--

"You do, too."

But he's combing the little curls over Bucky's ears, and it feels really nice.

"Yeah, it does," Bucky says. One of his hands curls on Crosby's hip, and the other he cups on Crosby's cheek. "Hey, can I give you a kiss?"

"Sure," Crosby replies because why wouldn't he agree.

"I can think of several reasons," Buck says as he comes back from the bar.

"Huh?" Crosby asks, but then Bucky's got his face in both hands and he's kissing him, and it's...

"Did he really try to keep narrating that?" Buck asks, looking at Bubbles.

"Oh, yeah, does it all the time."

Buck glances back at Bucky and Crosby. Crosby's still petting the curls by Bucky's ears, and Bucky's got both hands on Crosby's waist now. "Is he gonna remember this happened?"

"Most of it," Bubbles says. "He gets fuzzy, like I said, but it's not too bad. He might not mention it happened, though, if he decides he embarrassed himself."

Buck shakes his head. "Chances of that?"

"High," Bubbles says, and he and Buck share a grin.

Bucky pulls away from Crosby's mouth and looks at Bubbles. "He gonna think that if he wakes up next to me tomorrow?"

"Honestly? Maybe. You gotta catch him before he thinks too much about it. So...five minutes after he's up?"

Bucky wrinkles his nose. Crosby whispers something in his ear. "Just a second," he says to Crosby, kissing his cheek. "What if I walk up to him whenever I roll out of bed tomorrow and just plant another one on him?"

"That'd work, but he's gonna blush."

Bucky grins. "Oh, he's cute when he blushes."

Buck sighs and slouches against his chair. "You're shameless," he says to Bucky.

"Yeah, and look where it got me," Bucky replies, waving a hand at Crosby. "Lap full of the smartest guy in the room."

Buck glances at Bubbles. "You're going to let him insult you like that?"

Bubbles shrugs. "Not really an insult when it's true."

Buck finally cracks, laughing quietly and leaning over so he and Bubbles can tap bottles. "Good point."

"I am gonna pour this pretty thing into bed," Bucky says, standing up and putting Crosby on his feet. "Don't worry, Bubbles, I won't follow after him."

"I don't really believe you," Bubbles replies.

"That's a good instinct," Buck says.

Bucky waves at them both and holds Crosby close as they walk off.

"Thank goodness," Buck mutters once he and Bubbles are alone at the table. "Bucky's crush was getting ridiculous."

Bubbles laughs. "Told you, the third martini works every time."

#masters of the air #buckycrosby #harry crosby #bubbles payne #bucky egan #buck cleven #prompt #fic

[erodasfishtacos]

you wrote a single sentence and I already love cowboy Harry and I’m already in love 🤩

- 🐣

Okay but…

Harry working on their farm, he’s in tight wrangler jeans and a dirty white tee that’s sticking to him with sweat, leather boots on his feet.

His skin is golden from the longer hours in the sun, his hair long from a lack of will to go get it cut so he throws it up in a bun.

He’s currently fixing a broke slat in one of the older barns when his wife steps in, it’s disgusting hot out, and the humidity only makes it worse.

As soon as he spots her, his face lights up, turning off his drill, and wiping his hands on his jeans, “Hi, sweet pea. You look like a million dollars.”

YN rolls her eyes, her hair was thrown in a messy bun, a bare face, and a loose sundress - she also had an ice cold bottle of water for him.

“Thank you, just what I needed. Has to be one of the hottest days this summer,” Harry sighs, pulling up his shirt to wipe his forehead - giving her a peek of the cut of a vee trailing into his jeans before he’s taking the bottle, unscrewing the lid, and chugging it.

“My phone just alerted me,” YN says softly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as she smiles coyly at him, “It’s time.”

Harry’s face twists in confusion for a moment before it dawns on him and a wide smile spreads across his face, “Then we got not time to waste, pea.”

He strides across the barn until he’s shutting the massive doors - to avoid an of the farmhands or grounds employees getting a eyeful.

“Gotta be quick though, right? I don’t want to be out workin’ all night. Want to be able to get home and give it to you again,” Harry murmurs as he leans down for a long kiss, his calloused hands rough against the soft skin of her cheek.

He doesn’t waste anymore time before he’s spinning her around and bending her over his workbench, flipping her dress up around her waist and groaning when he’s met with her bare cunt.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, how’d I land you?” Harry rasps as he gets his belt and jeans undone, just pulling himself out instead of getting undressed.

He didn’t need any warm up, he was usually at least half hard the minute his wife was in the room.

“Honey, please,” YN whines impatiently as she feels his hands roams all over her ass, spreading her cheeks, and just admiring what his.

He rubs his tip through her folds, teasing at her wet entrance before pushing himself in slowly, filling her up to the brink until his balls are flush against her skin.

“Ooh,” She gasps when he begins to move, pounding into her as her nails dig into the wood in front of her in pleasure.

“Let me hear you, darlin’,” He encourages as his hands grip her waist tightly enough to bruises as he strokes at her spot, then he moves one to slip around her front to rub at her clit, “Come on me, come on my cock.”

“I-I’m going to, m’close,” YN mewls as his rhythm become more forceful, his fingers deliberate on her bud.

“Good girl, as soon as you do, m’gonna give you what you want,” Harry tells her as he begins to pant, it was fucking hot in the barn, “Gonna give you a baby. Have you nice and full of ‘em.”

“Yes yes,” She hisses as she falls of the edge, head dropping as she releases, her legs struggling to hold her up but Harry has a strong enough grip to support her.

“That’s it, fuck. How could I ever say no to you?” He huffs out as he slams inside and stills, coming in strong ropes and making sure he stays in for a few moments before he pulls out.

YN winces as she stands up, the unsavory feeling of it dripping down her thighs, and her hair’s matted to her forehead from the humidity.

Harry kisses her in between pants of catching their breath, his hand coming to massage her belly, “I love ovulation days. Gonna make you barefoot and pregnant, sugar.”

“Mm,” YN hums tiredly, “I’m going to go shower. Don’t be home to late or I’m locking the doors, you can sleep with the horses,” She teases with a twinkle in her eye.

“Wouldn’t dream of missing a night in bed with you, now get going. I’ll see you for dinner, sweet pea,” He pats her bum before going back to his work.

#cowboy!harry #cowboy!au #cowboyrry #harry styles writing

[leiflitter]

Some of my favourite Felix quotes from the early chapters of YAH! because I love that idiot so much.

“It was two thousand and six. I wasn't about to start batting my eyes at the rugger lads, Ollie. And I'm lazy. Girls were easy.” - Chapter 4

“I won't be alone, I'll have Oliver with me. Gives us a chance to do some middle-aged man stuff- sit around and watch 1917 or Das Boot-” - Chapter 10

“So you do want to kiss me?” - Chapter 12

“Not to ruin the moment, Olls, but my knees are killing me. Reckon we could wriggle about a bit?” - Chapter 14

“He should be thanking you. Don't get me wrong, Olls, I'm not angry- but you should have crept into my room. I'd have tossed him out on his ear if you'd woken me up, gave me an impromptu handy and asked me nicely.” - Chapter 15

“Christ alive, if I had a monster like that I'd sack off the degree and go into adult entertainment.” - Chapter 16

“Oh, yeah. Firstly, I've learned- from much experience- that if you cum in hot water it gets a bit… sticky. Googled it once- something about the protein- it's just rather grim. It's why I try to float about a bit- not to ruin the mood, though, I know how you felt about runny eggs- tell me to shut up if I'm cockblocking myself, yeah?” - Chapter 17

“Well- you touch me, I touch you. Take positions, count down from three and off we go. One hand only, first to get their, erm, horse to the finish wins.” - Chapter 18

“Then at breakfast you can go oh, how's Sir Catton today? And I can go oh, ha-ha, raring to go- but do call me Felix. And nobody'd be any the wiser… Ooh, and I can send Fredders to come find you, and if he goes Sir Catton would appreciate your presence you know I'm up for it, eh?” - Chapter 19

“I was fed up with everyone going on about Wimbledon- Federer was everywhere in those shorts, Venetia and mum kept going on about his legs, and I just thought the whole look was pretty awful. So…Formal Tennis.” - Chapter 20

“You're driving me absolutely bonkers. I had to lie to Lu- told her I couldn't get off because I was sad about Venetia.” - Chapter 21

"It's you, Professor. I'm hopelessly in love with you and I just can't do anything except think about you.” - Chapter 22

“Christ on a bike. Runny eggs at mach fucking five." / “Olls? Your cock's out, mate.” - Chapter 23

“But indulge me a little- this sex with men business, Ollie, how do I hold up in the rankings? Top ten- top three- oh no, don't tell me-” - Chapter 24

“We can always do with another hand about the place- and you're already settled in at the house. You can cuddle Dozie in the Mornings, tutor Harry in the afternoons and we can be boring old men in the evenings. Sounds perfect to me.” - Chapter 25

#you're almost home #leiflitter writes #felix catton #saltburn fanfic #saltburn fanfiction #cattonquick #felix catton/oliver quick #saltburn fic #felix catton quotes

[lynxindisguise]

I think we need to add to your services "is this canon OR a weird movie thing that goes against the things we learned from the books" (side eye at "nice one James" 💀)

… ooh ok this is going to piss off many of my mutuals (probably including you, lovely bat), but it’s in my inbox so here we go…

the movies absolutely watered down sirius and didn’t give him much to do, but I’d say if anything they did less to perpetuate the ‘sirius is reckless and unstable and confused harry with james’ narrative.

now obviously these things are open to interpretation and it’s cool if you disagree with me, but I always saw ‘nice one, james’ as him being a former child solider with ptsd and not ‘oh he’s always confused harry with james instead of seeing him as his own person.’ for me, it served as a reminder that he was used to being in battle with james, and now he’s tragically back in battle with his son who is also a child like they were, and isn’t that deeply sad and fucked up??? it’s a very normal human mistake actually, especially in the context of trauma, and it does not make him seem weak or unstable as a character to me at all.

and I think the only reason people interpret that moment as ‘sirius never saw harry as his own person’ is because that’s the narrative that the book pushes because jkr actively decided she hated sirius after gof. (for the record I don’t buy into that narrative, but I do think it’s one jkr tried and failed to push.)

it does absolutely suck as a last line, I will say that. I think they were trying to find a way to justify him losing the fight to bellatrix by having him lose his footing for a sec, when it would’ve been more fun to see him get cocky and provoke her.

#ask the lynx #sirius black #bat tag

[a-little-specificity]

coral

for @wolfstarmicrofic

It is a Wednesday morning and Sirius has found himself in an aquarium, surrounded by squealing children and tutting mums, large tote bags stuffed with brown bag lunches. Remus was supposed to be here as well, but with the looming full and his aching joints, he didn't feel quite up to chasing sprogs around the aquarium.

He notices that the mums have definitely given him, the only dad-chaperone, and not the nice quiet one with the sweaters and soft smile, but the one with the earring and the long hair, the cold shoulder, but he couldn't be bothered to care. So the mums practically made his decision for him, allowing Sirius to easily join the kids in their excitement and explore the exhibits in earnest.

So he oohs and ahhs and hmms excitedly when Harry starts telling him about all the different types of corals in the tropical reef display, gives a big (genuine) wow when they walk through the underwater tunnel and they are absolutely surrounded by fish, and happily hoists Harry up on his shoulders so he can get a better viewing of the seals in their enclosure.

By the end of the trip, Harry's little legs are tired, his eyes drooping a bit too, and Sirius scoops him up, his head resting in the crook of his neck.

"Have a fun time today Haz?" He murmurs, following the trail of other schoolkids out of the last exhibit. Harry nods against his neck, a quiet mmhm accompanying it.

"You made it a lot more fun, though. Can you come on the next one too?"

"Of course, Harry. Maybe we can even get ol' Moony to join us as well?"

"I think I'd like that," Harry mumbled back, his exhaustion from the day clearly getting the best of him. Sirius smiled, I think I'd like that too.

cross-posted on a03

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar raising harry au #sirius black #remus lupin #coral #i dont even know what this is but its fluff and fills the prompt so take it and be happy

[kay-elle-cee]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Hi hi hi! It's been awhile since I did something like this (I feel like I've just mostly been lurking around here lately), so thank you for the tag @annabtg!

AO3 Username: kay_elle_cee

1. How many works do you have on A03? 42!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 307,791.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter (Jily) and I'm sitting on a Willabeth oneshot for Pirates of the Caribbean.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i'll be fine, i'll be good

Things That Haven't Happened Yet

A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine

it's (always) you

Fireside Chats <<<That’s a surprise!

5. Do you respond to comments? Always always always! I'm the type of person who always leaves comments, and I love being able to personally chat with everyone who took the time to say something nice :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ooh that's hard because I write a lot of angst....it's gotta be Idolum and Fulcrum, right? I can think of two others still 😅 But I'm going with these, which are two sides of the same coin.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine, specifically since it's a no-Voldemort AU friends-to-lovers situation.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have not (yet) and I'm super grateful for that. I know it'll come, statistically.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do! (God Kelsey from a year ago is SHAKING). I think usually I like to connect it to emotion even if it's a pwp situation, but overall I'd say it's pretty vanilla lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Technically no but also a character named Katherine Kelley made an appearance in my Newsies AU, and if you know, you know.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Someone asked to translate Things That Haven't Happened Yet into Russian, but I'm not sure if that ever happened.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Jily :) (Willabeth is also like, neck-and-neck).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm trying not to burden myself with a bunch of WIPs so I finish everything 🤞🏼 I have 2 fully outlined right now and I intend to finish!

16. What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue and pacing?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Description 🙈 Specifically scene-setting description.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't think I could do it believably, but I love to see it done when it enhances the characters or plot!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter. I somehow always find my way back.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Listen. Come in close. This will probably always change depending on when you ask me. I've, unsurprisingly, got restless waves rise and fall, my Jily Pirate AU on my brain lately. But also so much time and effort went into i'll be fine, i'll be good, and seeing that it's my most-kudosed fic brings me SO much joy, you can't imagine. <3

Tagging @jamesunderwater, @alittlebitofeverything23, @clare-with-no-i, @isahorcrux, @thequibblah, @possessingtheproperspirit, @emeralddoeadeer @nodirectionhome-ao3 @suzyq31 <3 if you feel like it!

#tag game #kelsey writes

[oxydiane]

'Please, don't cry'

My entry for the bittersweet challenge! @jilytoberfest on ao3 too!

‘So, out with it,’ Lily crosses her arms in front of her chest, ‘what is James hiding?’ Sirius and Remus look at each other, a look of worry taking over both of their faces.

'Hiding? What— pft, what do you mean—‘

‘Moons,’ Sirius stops him, putting a hand on his shoulder before turning to Lily with a smirk. ‘Why would Prongs be hiding anything?’

‘You two just decided to take me out for brunch?’

‘Can’t a guy want to treat his best friend—‘

‘Ooh, I’m your best friend now, Black?’ Her tone is playful.

‘Of course, can’t a guy want to treat his best friend to brunch for her birthday?’

‘Without her husband,’

‘Yup, killjoy’s looking after your little accident, today is about you!’

Lily’s noise wrinkles and she tries to keep in a laugh. ‘I thought you were going to stop calling Harry that?’

‘Ne-ver,’ he gives her a toothy smile, Remus is still silent but Lily can see him stroking Sirius’ leg under the table. ‘Some things happen for the best, but I’ll keep reminding you long as I live.’

‘Let’s hope it’s a long while, then.’ She says, looking down into her drink and mentally cursing herself for the unhappy comment.

‘You know,’ speaks Remus after a long silence. ‘There’s a reason we chose a Muggle place… Feels like we can ignore it all for a little while.

Lily looks up from her cup, first into Remus’ eyes and then to the snowy street right outside the café. The people rushing and almost slipping face-first against the pavement are contrasted by happy families strolling with their kids. She smiles, but it’s almost bitter.

‘Yeah, maybe if we were born in a different time…’

‘Nu-uh,’ Sirius stops her before she can get to the end of her sentence. ‘None of that sad rubbish today, today is happy!’

He slides his own drink across the table and Lily raises an eyebrow. ‘Try it.’

She sighs but the grin never leaves her face as she picks up Sirius’ colourful glass and takes a tentative sip. It is sweet and quite nice.

‘Wow,’ Lily exhales and Sirius’ smile grows tenfold.

‘Right? These Muggles know what they’re doing. We’ll have one more!’ He calls to the waiter at last.

When they walk back to Godric’s Hollow, Lily and Sirius are giggling and holding onto each other, Remus looking at them fondly and rolling back his eyes as he opens the front door.

‘We’re home!’ Lily yells and Sirius playfully slaps her shoulder before breaking into a laugh. Lily would have told him to shove off if the sight she met inside her house didn’t make her eyes prickle. 

A banner hangs from the ceiling of their hallway and it reads in red and gold letters ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY’, she can tell the only word Harry worked on was Mummy. But that’s not what catches her attention.

What catches her attention are the walls adorned by colourful drawings in crayon, and James holding Harry in his arms, looking like he’s about to cry. Harry is dressed in his favourite onesie, a deer-shaped one.

‘MUMMY!’ The toddler shrieks, twisting in his father’s arms and reaching out for Lily.

‘Wow, Prongs, you’re a disaster,’ Sirius giggles.

‘Shut it, Pads—‘

‘Pa’foo!’

‘You too, you—‘

‘Little troublemaker just like his dad,’ Remus says, clearly trying to ease the air as James looks just about ready to burst into tears.

‘Lily, I’m so sorry, he was supposed to draw on the banner, but I guess he found the walls more appealing…’

Lily can’t process a single word, eyes fixed on one of the many drawings adorning their walls: three stick figures, the redheaded and black-haired ones holding a smaller, black-haired one. Her eyes are wet.

‘No, please! I’ll fix it right away! Please, don’t cry,’

‘If you touch any of that, I’ll hex you.’ Her voice is shaky and James looks positively bewildered. 

Without another word, Lily makes her way across the room and takes Harry from James’ arms. She hugs the toddler and rests her forehead against her husband’s shoulder.

‘Lily, are you—‘

‘I love you so much,’ she sobs, Harry laughs and claps, smushing himself closer to Lily’s chest and James takes in a sharp breath before slipping an arm around her waist.

‘I love you too.’ He holds her tighter, one arm around her and the other around Harry.

‘Happy accident indeed— Ouch, Remus!’

#soo writes #james potter #lily evans #jily #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #harry james potter #baby harry #sirius and lily #wolfstar #jily raise harry #jilytober #jilytober fest #jilytober bittersweet challenge #ficlet #drabble #marauders

[rockingrobin69]

Feathery

The roof still needed fixing: from where he was lying, three visible holes showed goldeny patches of the sky. Harry, who was meant to be studying right now, or at least taking notes, was too busy looking up. Waiting for—not waiting. Thinking that maybe he’d come.

The first time was a surprise. Harry was used to talking to the walls, to the holes in the roof: was used to lying on a bale of hay and wishing and wishing to be anywhere else, anyone else. Never expected to get an answer—wasn’t expecting the Dursley’s God to have this high-pitched, childish voice, or for him to use such colourful swearwords. Then found out it wasn’t God, but something… better.

He said he wasn’t a monster. Said a lot of other things too, about magic schools and enchanted flames and flying brooms and exploding cards. He said that the Dursleys were the real monsters, said he would get rid of them, no matter what. Sat on a wooden beam and preened, beautiful white feathers twirling in the air.

(Harry kept two of them under the loose floorboard, even after the Dursleys left. A reminder and also, something he wanted to keep just for himself).

“You’re not hard at work, Harry Potter,” said the voice he wasn’t waiting for. “I thought you were serious about the exams?”

Harry jumped and banged his head on the vaulted ceiling. “What? I am. I was studying, you big flying git.”

The Big Flying Git Harry sometimes called Draco raised a sharp eyebrow. “Hmm,” was all he said.

“I am! I’ll be ready for my test. If you don’t quit bugging me, that is.”

“Well. I could leave, if I’m disturbing your precious study time.”

“No!” before he could stop himself, rolling his eyes at the obvious amusement on that pale face. “I mean, whatever. I don’t care.”

Draco hopped down from the beam. “And what are you supposed to be studying now? Herbology? Ooh, how perfectly boring. I don’t know why you insist on sitting those, Harry Potter. You’re a fine wizard already, even if you hadn’t taken your first-year finals.”

Harry, who could conjure his own blue flames now, and who even managed to levitate a rock for nearly a minute, fought a grin. “I need to take them if I want to go to Hogwarts next year.”

“But Hogwarts is so boring,” Draco whined. “There are no magical Beings like me there unless they’re in a cage. I never would’ve found you if you were at Hogwarts!”

Anger bubbled inside, scorching hot. “That’s why I have to go, Draco. Because we have to change it!”

“Change it! What, are you going to march into Headmaster Dumbledore’s office, demand that he altered school policies and, what, threaten him with your tiny little flame until he succumbs?”

“Yes!” said Harry, who didn’t think his flame was that tiny. “That’s exactly what I’ll do. And then we’ll both go to second year together, and you’ll have to take those boring tests too, and you’ll be very annoying about it and I’d probably,” stopped there, winded and flushed.

“You’re a fool,” Draco said, but his eyes were big. Harry dared himself to come a step closer, then another.

“I never thought you’d get rid of the Dursleys,” he whispered. Didn’t know why he was whispering. Continued, “Then you did. We haveto go to Hogwarts together, because I won’t go without you.”

“Why not?”

He was serious. Harry couldn’t believe he was serious. “Because you’re my friend,” he shouted, and swallowed the, my very first one.

“I’m not…” Draco closed his eyes. “Where I come from—you wouldn’t understand. I didn’t meanto help you when I heard you cry that first time. I was just bored and angry at my father, and I flew too far from home, and I got tired. I only meant to hide in here. If you hadn’t done that magic—”

“You don’t know. What would’ve happened.”

“I’m not nice,” Draco sighed. “I’m not a good—friend.”

“Well, I am,” Harry decided on the spot. “So, there’s that. You can be my weird little feathery pal. And we’ll be friends for always, because now the Dursleys are gone, and I can even invite you to the house if you wanted to come.” Gasping: “Wait, I forgot! That’s what I wanted to tell you. That you can come to the house now.”

“Weird little feathery pal,” Draco mouthed. “Weird little featherypal.”

“And we could have, tea? Together, if you come. And a biscuit. I have all kinds of biscuits now.”

“Little,” Draco was still saying.

“So, what do you think? About coming to the house. Because it’s going to rain and I want to show you my new bedroom.”

“You got a new bedroom!” Draco grinned, distracted for now. “You have the whole house to yourself. That’s quite grand.”

“Nah,” Harry smiled, “I won’t keep it. After this summer, everything’s going to change.”

Draco inhaled a little funny. “Everything,” he said. “Everything is going to change.”

He sounded miserable, so Harry took his hand. “Yeah, but we’ll be together. And I’m a very good friend.”

“We’ll see, Harry Potter,” Draco said grimly. “Now, what about that biscuit? It’s a long flight from Wiltshire, you know.”

“Follow me,” pulling him along, Harry directed them out of the barn. The roof needed fixing: a few holes couldn’t hurt. Harry sort of liked looking up at the sky now. Waiting—not waiting—for his weird feathery pal. For his friend.

(Flufftober day 9. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #920 words #whimsical au as promised #flufftober2023 #the prompt was 'X at first sight' #and i thought: we all know how that went. that first sight. but what IF #cue: baby veela draco #not chosen-one harry potter #who had no one to fight for him #and was found by this ferrety little bird entirely by accident #rockingrobin69

[youflowerr-youfeast]

Daisy. ( II )

Author’s note: OMG! You are all so gorgeous! Thank you so much for all the love and feedback. Here is part two of my little babies! 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy! I do have a few more thoughts for these two. G xx

Summary: y/n gets a text from Harry and he has very expensive taste in wine.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

3k words.

Part III

Music filled the small, eclectic London flat. Freya, your housemate, had spent years collecting hundreds of records which she more than willingly gave you free reign over.

Obviously, having no vision made it hard to: a) choose a record, and b) put on and play the record, but after a bit of practice you were getting the hang of it.

The music just always ended up being a bit of a lucky dip - whatever you pulled off the shelf.

This particular evening The Cranberries filled out the warm space of the living room, as you worked on studying some new content that had been covered in a lecture that afternoon.

You’d sat yourself on the floor in front of the small coffee table, while Daisy had placed herself on her bed in the corner of the room with a tasty dental stick that you’d rewarded her with.

You heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front door, signalling the return of your housemate, Freya.

“Y/N! I’m home! I also come bearing some roast chicken for Dais! Mum was trying to get rid of it!” She called out as the entered the shared flat.

“Living room!” You called back as you kept typing with you special braille keyboard, whilst using VoiceOver to check your punctuation and spelling every now and then.

Freya walked into the room, dropped her bags and smiled warmly, “Hello gorgeous girlies,” she greeted and immediately made her way to Daisy to give her a big pat and cuddle ‘hello’.

You’d smile in her general direction, “How was home?” You asked, knowing she’d been back up north for a few days to see her family.

She let a small groan, but giggles at the same time, “It was fine. Mum is just always a handful,” she responded and made her way to you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

As she did, she couldn’t help but notice your phone screen lighting up with a few messages. You’d placed it on silent whilst studying to save yourself from the distraction.

“Someone is texting you, my love- ooh, unknown number,” Freya commented while glancing down at the phone screen.

Your head turned in her direction, “Oh, really? Probably just spam.” You replied. To be blatantly honest, your friendship circle wasn’t huge, so to receive messages from unknown numbers was a rarity.

“Want me to read?” Freya asked while sitting down on the floor beside you.

You nodded with a small shrug, “Go ahead.”

You trusted Freya enough to allow her regular access to your phone to do things like read a message or email to you or quickly jot down a reply for you. She held up your phone to your face to unlock it and pressed into the message.

“I hope Daisy is keeping up to date with her beauty and skincare routine. Want her looking nice and pretty when I see her next. Harry xx- sorry, what? Who the fuck is Harry? And what is this message about?!”

You quickly reached out in her direction to try and snatch your phone back off her, but clearly she had the upper hand in being able to keep it from your reach - not in a nasty way, just in a playful, best friend manner.

“Freya! Give it to me- it’s nothing, seriously. It’s just this guy that was doting over Daisy as I was walking to the park,” you tried to explain as you finally retrieved your phone from her grip.

“Just some guy that you just gave your number too?” She asked full of giggles. You could hear the smirk on her face.

“I-“ you fell short of words to say and you felt slightly embarrassed because you rarely received male attention and now, in retrospect, giving a random man your number might have been a really dumb move on your behalf, especially when you are a little more vulnerable than most.

“It was dumb. I didn’t think he’d actually text.. plus I’m not going to reply,” you said softly, feeling slightly insecure and turning back to your studies.

“Baby! It’s not dumb! It think it’s great that you finally did something so spontaneous. It’s about time you start putting yourself out there,” she quickly reassured you, “Plus! He’s very clearly flirting with you!” She giggles and nudged you playfully.

You simply giggled through a small sigh, “Doubt it, Frey,” you mumbled as you continued to type on your keyboard.

She let out a small, playful groan and nudged you again before standing up, “Text him back. Promise me. Even if it is nothing or he turns out to be a creep, then it’s done and you can block the number, but just this once, give it a try, sweet pea,” she pleaded with you.

You let out a little groan crossed with a giggle and rubbed your face with your hands, “Ugh, god. Ok, fine.. I’ll do it,” you said giving in.

“Promise?” She insisted.

“Promise.”

You soon heard her bedroom door close, signalling that you were now left alone. Your hands dropped to your lap in nervousness, not at all knowing how to respond to this text message.

You let out a small sigh and reached for your phone, “Fuck it, just do it,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gained access to your phone and used the VoiceOver tool to navigate your way to your text messages. Texting was a skill that took time for you to learn, due to needing to learn how to operate an on-screen braille keyboard, but now, you were used to it. The more comfortable you get with people you start to simply use voice messages, but you weren’t jumping that the opportunity to send one to a stranger. Within a few minutes of thinking and rewriting, you had finally crafted a response and sent it before you when into full overthinking-panic mode.

‘She’s currently working on a dental stick to get her teeth nice and clean for you, but I can’t promise she won’t wreak of roast chicken.’

Within moments there was an instant reply.

You used your VoiceOver tool to dictate the message for you.

‘Shit. I’ve just gone vegetarian. Might have to wine and dine you instead.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the flirtatious response.

You have in very quickly, instead of the hassle of using your special phone keyboard, you decided to send a voice message.

“Look, I’m willing to accept, but you’re the one that has to break her heart and tell her it’s over,” you recorded into your phone.

He soon replied in the same format of a voice message,

“The brightest suns burn the fastest, Daisy, I’m sorry. Your mum and I just make more sense.”

The recording gave you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his voice once more. Sound had become so important to you because it’s once of the most important ways you enjoy life now. His voice felt like velvet to your ears. You liked it most when you could hear his smile. The two of you continued to quip and joke with each other through voice messages for another hour or two until a small, relaxed date was organised. You’d expressed that new, foreign environments make you anxious. If you don’t know your way around or are at least semi-familiar with the staff, it can send you into a bit of a spiral. You don’t like feeling anyone’s pity, and most importantly, you don’t like people watching when things go wrong for you. So it was decided that you would have a small dinner date in your flat where he had promised to cook. You also informed him that your housemate would be present, but in her room.

Just in case.

Harry was sat in his Range Rover outside the townhouse that he’d been invited to for dinner.

His backseat had a few Waitrose bags with the ingredients for the meal he’d planned to cook for you and a bottle of wine he’d brought from his own collection.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He was slightly nervous. And he knew exactly why.

You hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

For over 10 years he’d been living the fact that he was Harry Styles, pop star, actor, sex symbol.

The majority of women he interacted with already adored him - told him he was gorgeous, told him he was beautiful, told him he was handsome.

And now? This girl couldn’t see him. Not that he thought he was.. it’s just all he ever heard… but to you he was just Harry.

It was like a massive weight off his shoulders, but a whole new crushing one at the same time. For once there was no expectations, but now it was purely down to who he was as a person which was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sure, you knew the name and you knew the big singles. But, without a face to the name.. it wouldn’t occur to you whatsoever. Nor were you majorly into pop culture.

He let out a deep breath and did a once over of his outfit and climbed out of his car and grabbed the bags with the ingredients he required.

He let himself through the small gate that let up to the townhouse. The door was painted a soft pastel pink which made him smile.

He let out a short puff of air and knocked on the door gently.

He could hear the scratching of Daisy’s claws against the hard wood floors and a bark or two of excitement that someone was at the door.

“Daisy! No, come on. You know better. No barking,” he heard your sweet voice kindly reprimand the dog.

“Who is it?” You asked on the other side of the door as you felt around to unlatch the chain.

“It’s Harry! Sorry.. I’m a bit late. Forgot to get petrol,” he said through the door.

It then opened revealing you in one of the cutest outfits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but let his dimples dig into his face.

“Hi! No problem at all! I was just finishing up cleaning the living room - Daisy kind of owns the place with all of her toys,” you joked with a sweet smile.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you, so much so he nearly forgot he needed to reply.

“Well, I suppose she needs to let loose after a week of heartbreak..-“ he began to joke but cut himself off, “‘m sorry, I just- you look really beautiful..” he’d admit.

The words that left his lips had your cheeks flare with pink, “Oh, thank you.. that’s so kind.. I um- I’m sure you look handsome,” you’d turn your head downward with a small smile. You were both equally as smiley as you welcomed him into your home. You guided yourself into the living room and pointed out the kitchen to him. He took in the space. It was decorated so eclectically. Art on the walls, candles, mismatched furniture, rugs. But it all went together so well.

“It’s a cute little place you’ve got here..” he said with a smile as he looked at a framed picture of you and Freya dressed up for a wedding you attended last summer. Your hair was longer then, he noted to himself.

“Oh, thanks.. I mean, Freya, my housemate does it all. Her world.. I’m just living in it,” you joked.

He chuckles softly, “Ok, tell me where the wine glasses are and we can get started, yeah?”

You led him to the kitchen and he watched as you felt for the cupboard that contained the cups and glasses. He was amazed at the skill and independence you displayed in your own home.

“Here we are,” you said as you placed the glasses on the counter top.

Harry went about pouring the wine - he would never tell you it was a vintage merlot worth nearly £450, but he wanted to bring something special.

He smiled when you wouldn’t stop commenting on how amazing it tasted.

“You’ll need to give the name of the wine, it’s delicious,” you remarked once more.

“Mm. No. It’s my little secret. So if you want more, you’ll have to see me again,” he replied smoothly.

“Wow. Not the blackmail within the first 25 minutes,” you chuckled as she leant against the counter.

He laughed sweetly and the sound was heaven to your ears. It was one of those sounds that made you feel like life was worth it even if you couldn’t see who it was coming from. Harry was soon acquainting himself with your kitchen and preparing you both dinner while you got to know each other with general small talk and jokes. The basics of hometowns and families were shared. You told him that you were currently completing a degree in social work and psychology. He tried his best to keep you talking about that before you asked him what he did.

“Uh, me? I’m working in music production at the moment.. it’s all pretty boring.” He tried to shrug off.

“Doesn’t sound very boring,” you giggled, “Have you ever met anyone famous?”

He winced slightly to himself but still smiled… he didn’t want you to know, but he didn’t want to lie.

“Uh.. yeah, here and there, but I try to just stick to myself and do my own work.”

You smiled, “I like that! Celebrities are scary anyway,” you joked.

He felt his muscles tighten, “Y-yeah.. trust me, I.. I know..” he tried to say through a smile, “anyway, I’m just about nearly done, so shall we top up our wines and eat?” He asked, desperately trying to change the topic. Thankfully, you couldn’t read his face so you couldn’t entirely tell any difference. You nodded with a grin and went about pouring the wines and moving to the couch with food. By this time, Daisy was fast asleep on her bed and you were multiple “lucky-dip-records” deep. You both ate Harry’s delicious cooking with you repeatedly telling him how good it was and soon the bottle of wine was finished.

“Do you mind.. do you mind if I ask how you lost your sight?” He inquired as softly and politely as he could as you both settled comfortably on your lounge.

“Oh, sure, it’s fine. I um- when I was like seven, my family and I were holidaying in Scotland and my sister and I were skating on a frozen pond one afternoon, and my skate got caught on some uneven ice and I fell and hit my head quite bad.. and yeah, since then…. Nothing..” you explained with a small nod.

“‘m sorry.. for it all.. it’s not fair.” He responded, his voice just above a whisper while assessing every aspect of your face.

You’d nod simply, “I know.. but it is what it is.. I just take it one day at a time.”

You both fell into a brief silence before you broke it, “What.. what do you look like..?” You asked softly.

“Oh.. uh-“ he blushed slightly, “um.. quite tall. About 6 foot. And I um.. I have brown hair.. kind of curly. It’s shortish at the moment but sometimes I let it grow out.. and I have greenish eyes.. kind of pale, but I can get an ok tan in the summer.. and uh.. I’ve got a few tattoos.. mostly on my arms and chest.. uh.. yeah.. I think that’s about it..” he chuckles, trying his best to explain his appearance. You couldn’t lie. Everything he said sounded extremely handsome. It made your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks flush a little pink.

“You sound very beautiful..” you commented quietly.

He immediately blushed and smiled a smile that had his dimples show off.

“Thank you.. I um.. I’m not so sure, but that’s kind of you to say.”

“This is odd, I know.. but would I be able to feel your face..?” You asked with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“Yes..” he replied without a second thought.

He watched your hands hesitate in your lap slightly, so he gently reached across and took both of them in his and gently placed them on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in contentment as he felt your warm hands on his skin. It was almost euphoric. You could feel his sharp cheekbones and jawline, his slight stubble, you could feel the end song his curls touching his forehead and his soft, smooth skin. You trailed your hand back down his face gently and brushed a thumb over his lips. As soon as you realised you pulled your hand back in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off instantly, “Please never apologise.. it’s ok..” he reassured and gently took your hand once more. He guided your hand back to his face and gently placed your fingertips on his lips. You felt you face blush, but you didn’t mind anymore. His lips felt so soft and warm.

“I- can I kiss them?” You blurted out without a second thought, surprising yourself. Surely, it must be the wine speaking, you thought.

You felt him smile against your fingertips,

“Jesus Christ.. please..” he mumbled with a nod.

You leaned in ever so slowly, finding your way and gently guiding your nose to brush on his. You both remained this way for a moment just enjoying the closeness, before he could no longer hold off. He pressed his soft lips to yours and it felt like fire ignited your entire body. You haven’t been able to see anything for over 18 years, but you could feel every colour under the sun bursting in your body as he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, but still held a passion. He tasted of the merlot you had both consumed and you couldn’t get enough of it. The moment you both pulled away short of breath, his smile lit up his face which you could feel under your hands.

“God.. Y/N.. what are you doing to me?”

AHHH! Ok, but I had so much fun writing this! So PLEASE let me know what you think. I’m not quite done with them yet, so give me all your thoughts and feelings! Love you all! 💕

G xx

#Harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #hslot #harry’s house

[harrysrealgf]

CINEMA

frat!harry x reader

summary: you and harry go watch a movie in theaters and rumors start going around in your college.

warnings: smut, 18+, slight sexual assault, public(ish) sex

--please be nice, I don't know how I feel about this bc I don't like writing smut!

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Harry was a stereotypical frat boy. He practically fucked the whole school. You still thought he was cute. You had to pretend you hated him though.

After you told your friends you thought he was cute they all said the same things, “He just wants to fuck,” or “He has 300 different STDS,” He was super cute and your friends couldn't deny that. He wasn't even cute, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

If he hadn't fucked almost the entire population of the school, you would fuck him.

You were in class and of course, you got teamed up with him for a project.

“Y/n and Harry,” your professor announces.

“Who's that?” He questions.

Your teacher points to you and you put your head down.

He taps his friend's arm with the back of his hand and smirks.

“Dudeeeee,” you whispered with your head still down.

After class, Harry came up to you.

“So, can we go to y’dorm?” he looked at you with lustful eyes.

“Oh absolutely, wouldn't want to sit on your cum stained, STD infested bed.”

“Y’wish your cum was stained on m’bed,” he sneered. “but just so y’know, I don't have STDS. I got tested last weekend.” He mocked.

“Mhm. And what does that say about you that you had to get tested?” You joked.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Can I get y’number though? Y’know so we can talk about the project.” He grinned.

“Yeah.” you gave him your phone.

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Harry: hey ;)

Y/n: don't do that

Harry: sooo can I cum over 2nite ;)

Y/n: ummmmmm if my roomies ok w it!

Harry: u shuld make sure she's not there 2nite

Y/n: kk

“Ally!” You called your friend you were blessed to have her as your roommate too.

“Hey!”

“Guess who’s number i got?” You bit your lip.

“Justin Timberlakes?” She joked

“Harrys.”

“Ooh shocker.. You know he just wants to get in your pants?”

“No its for a project.” You corrected her.

“He still wants to get in your pants,” She giggled. “He tried to get in mine,” she said softly.

“Okay, but he's so hot.” You smiled.

“You do you hon.”

“Well, could you make sure you’re not here from, tonight to tomorrow?” She fake smiled.

“Actually yes I could, but make sure his dick doesn’t get anywhere near my bed.”

“Will do!”

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There was a knock at your door. You got up from your bed and closed your laptop.

You opened the door to see Harry.

“Hi.” he says.

“Hi.” you move out of the way for him to walk in. “So my roommate says not to get your dick on her bed,” you shake your head. “But I told her nothing was going to happen.” things got awkward, fast.

“I mean...” he grinned.

You hit his chest. “Harry.”

“I'm jus’ saying! Y’are very beautiful... And a little birdie told me that y’thought I was cute...” his finger grazed over your lip. You were so close to giving in.

“N-no. H, no.”

“H?” he repeats. “I like that.” he bit his lip.

“Harry no stop.” you removed his hand from your face.

“I'm not gonna be one of these girls you fuck and forget about. We're here to do a project and that's it.” you walk and sit on your bed.

“Y’not one of those girls though.” he followed her to her bed and sat beside her.

“Then prove it. You didn't even know who I was.”

“Fine. Go on a date with me.” he sounded so serious but you knew he wasn't.

It took you a while to process that. “What?”

“Please. I know you like me ‘nd... I wanna take y’on a date.”

“You don't even know me though,” you said softly

“Then let m’get to.” you nodded.

“Fine. When?”

“Tomorrow at 8.”

“Where?”

“The movies?”

“What movie?”

”The Titanic’ is in theatres again... Wanna watch that?” he was serious.

“Sure..” you sounded unsure with your answer but you didn't believe him.

“Then it's a date.” you nodded. You smiled slightly. You just couldn't believe it.

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The day went by very fast, and before you knew it, it was time for your date.

Harry came and picked you up from your dorm. You and he were dressed casually.

I'd been like 20 minutes into the movie.

His hand went on your thigh slowly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn't. He started to go up more and more until he was slightly touching your clothed core.

“Harry stop,” you speak softly. You weren't sure if you actually wanted him to stop.

He starts to rub you slightly.

“H.” you whisper. He still doesn't stop.

You slap his hand and stand up.

“Y/n, come on. Sit down.” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes and walked out.

You waited in the lobby for someone to answer your call.

Harry came out of the theatre and came up to you.

“Y/n I'm sorry.” he apologized

“Go away.”

“Please y/n. Let me take y’to your dorm.”

“That's the least you could do.”

You got into his car and he drove you back to the dorms.

Before you opened the door to get out he stops you.

“I'm sorry y/n. I like y’and I was just scared. I haven’t been in a real relationship since like middle school.” he really did sound sincere but you didn't believe him

“Whatever.” you leave the car and slam the door shut.

The next day everyone was looking at you weirdly. You instantly thought of Harry and he probably said something about you.

And you weren't completely wrong.

“Is it true?” some girl came up to you.

“Is what true?”

“You sucked off Harry at the cinema?”

“What?” you felt betrayed. “Who's saying that? Because its a not true.”

“Harrys telling everyone.”

A random frat came up to you and said “Me next?” he made the hand gesture of sucking.

You rolled your eyes and went to finish your day.

After the day you went to go look for harry.

You found him in an empty classroom almost looking like he was waiting for you.

“What the fuck are you doing telling people I sucked your filthy cock?”

He smirked at your dirty mouth.

“Don't know what y’talking about.” he lied.

“No, what is wrong with you?! Just because I wouldn't let you touch me in a public movie theatre gives you no right to make up rumors about me. Now I have multiple people coming up to me, giving me dirty looks, just because you think if stoop down that low to have your std-infested cock in my mouth.” you finished. Harry hasn't fucked anyone in weeks since he met you. He liked you a lot and he was just scared he wasn't lying but he didn't have to do it like that.

“If y’weren't such a goddamn bitch all the time I wouldn't have to.”

“You didn't have to in the first place!” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I fucking hate you.”

“Y’hate me?” he got closer to you. “Y’hate me?” he let out more sternly.

“Yes,” you said certainly.

“Fine, hate me all y’want. But I want you t’remember this the next time y’decide you hate me.” he kissed you deeply. You actually really enjoyed it. Maybe it was all this pent-up sexual frustration you had in you, or maybe it was just the fact you still liked Harry, but you didn't want him to stop.

You kissed him back and he removed your jeans and then your panties.

“I could feel y’getting so wet for m’at the movies, poor baby was just humiliated... Weren't you?” you nodded.

“I haven't fucked anyone since we started this project weeks ago. Y’know that right?” you shook your head. He removed his skinny jeans and boxers.

He put two fingers in you as you moaned. He put you on a table and fingered you more.

“Fuck, H.”

“Y’still hate me, baby?”

“So fucking much.” you moaned. “Fuck I'm gonna cum... H please more.”

“Y’want more fingers or m’cock?” he teased

“Y-your...” you moaned as you were about to cum. He could feel you clinching around his fingers and pulled out.

“My what?”

“Your cock... Please,” she says shyly.

“Hmm...” he thought.

“Please, Harry. I want your cock so bad.” she whimpered.

“What a good girl y’are. Begging for m’cock?” he shook his head.

He slowly entered his cock into you. He moaned as he did it faster.

“Oh God.” you were moaning because it felt so good, but hearing Harry moan made something inside you go crazy. You loved men who were loud in bed (even if we were in a classroom and not a bed)

“Y’cunt is so pretty.” he moans again “Prettiest pussy v’ever fucked.” you grunted madly.

“Because all you do is fuck sluts.” you said annoyed as he pounded into you harder.

“Should I have been fucking y’this whole time instead?” he bit his lip.

“Yes. It's so good.” you moaned.

“Yeah? Who's making y’feel this good hmm?” he teased.

“You.” you squeal.

“And who am I?” he licks his lips

“Harry.” she tries

“Try again.” he snickered

“D-daddy...”

“That's fucking right. Still hate me?” he asks while she whimpers and moans under him.

“Depends...”

“This is my fuckin pussy. Understand? No one else can fuck it but me.” she moaned louder.

“O-only if th-thats my cock.” she squeals. “Fuck I'm gonna come daddy.”

“Me too. Cum on m’cock baby.” she moans louder.

She cums on him and he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

You sat up “Th-thank you, H.”

“Anytime, just uh-- give me a call. And I meant what I said by the way. I really do like you, m’just not used to relationships.” he said putting his pants back on, and so did you.

“Is anyone in here?” a janitor said. The door was locked so she couldn't come in.

You and Harry look at each other and laugh.

#harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harrys house #harry styles x yn #harry x reader #harrystyles x reader #kyle spencer x reader #Spotify

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh! Ooh! Fic prompt! How Bubbles and Croz became friends/fell in love!

Bubbles had to work SO HARD to make it clear to Croz that he liked him.

It's not that Croz thinks he's unlikable or too dorky to have friends. He's friendly and truly has confidence along with anxiety. But they're in training. And he scrubbed out of pilot training in less than 13 hours (more than some, honestly).

So, like, he really wanted to be ...cool?... enough to be a pilot, but nope. And he'll go for navigator. Sure. He's always been good with math like this.

But also, his ego's a little bruised. He'll be fine, but it makes him more likely to believe the meanest things his brain wants to say.

And, like, he was definitely used as a cheat sheet by some other kids in high school, and the first friend he made in college tried to plagiarize off him.

So, here's this guy who everyone loves because he's a total sweetheart, and he didn't notice Harry at first because Harry's tucked into himself, but suddenly he's talking to Croz and trying to ask him questions about their assignments.

And Croz is just a bit wary. Who is this guy. Where did he come from? What's he trying to get?

And then he sees how GOOD Bubbles is at their exercises, and he's flabbergasted. What's this guy's DEAL? What's he trying to do??

Hey, Croz, you maybe want to talk to your friends about any of this? No? You're just gonna hold all those thoughts in your head and say nothing because it's pretty fucking classic of overthinkers to think no one wants to hear their thoughts.

(Cannot stress enough, this is just anxiety. Lots of people would talk Croz through this a hundred times if he needed it because they love him.)

Anyway, finally, Croz snaps when they get teamed up for an assignment, and he stares at this Joe guy and goes, "Okay. Why are you constantly trying to talk to me?"

And Bubbles just stares and goes, "Um. Cause I like you? You're funny. You're smart. We've got friends in common, and I think you're even better at this math than me. I just think you'd be nice to know."

Crosby's honest confidence comes to the forefront and takes the measure of this guy. "Hey," he says to Crosby's yelling brain. "HEY. THIS GUY SEEMS LEGIT."

And that's it. The "go" light in Crosby's brain snaps on and boom. Instant friendship. It's especially potent because rather than saying, "oooh, that's rough" when Crosby brings up the same lingering thought for a fifth time, he says things like, "Hey, we talked about this. Maybe you need a nap." Or "That's still bothering you? That stinks. You wanna go to a movie?"

Like, turns out Bubbles is just a natural Crosby-distractor. He will offer a diversion to Crosby's loud brain, and it turns out, that's what Crosby needs. Someone who will listen to his irrational fear for the ninth time and go, "Oh, yeah, you mentioned that. Wanna go to the zoo?"

Over time, the lingering thought is that Croz wants to kiss Bubbles. But he can't say that one. Because the person he can say it to who would find a way to distract him is Bubbles. And. Well. He doesn't wanna be distracted like that.

Lucky him, they have a particularly hard assignment one night that keeps them up super late, and Bubbles knows Croz well enough to go, "Your predictions are shit because your brain's elsewhere. What's going on?"

And Croz blurts out, "I keep wanting to kiss you. For. Like. Days. Weeks. Maybe a month."

And Bubbles grins and says, "Oh, hey, I know the fix for this." And they kiss.

#crubbles #masters of the air #prompt #headcanon more than fic #but the bones are there #bubbles payne #harry crosby

[bluedot-blog]

Holy hell, new Doctor Who 60th Anniversary trailer? Let’s goooooo!

Alright, thoughts (mostly chronological):

Looking very cinematic, seems like RTD is going all out for his second go at showrunner

Making sure that new viewers know who Donna is with a quick flashback and expository dialogue, very nice, seems like it’ll be done fairly naturally, like with what happened to Rose

DoctorDonna causing things to happen to her again possibly? I know it sent ripples back in time, so maybe it sent ripples forward too

Beep the Meep is a puppet!

Donna automatically calling any alien a Martian. Love it

Doctor using a forcefield(?) to block incoming fire instead of just the enemy inexplicably missing

Very creepy Neil Patrick Harris

Classic villain being recognised as someone who hasn’t shown up in ages.

Beep the Meep is a very expressive puppet! Or is that cgi? I can’t really tell. No matter which way it is, it’s very good

Donna remembers the Tardis? But isn’t exploding? Interesting. I’d like to see how they got there

Remembers that the Tardis is alive and feels emotion, unlike in Resolution

Donna being Donna

Tardis being airlifted again like in DotD, but this time the Doctor gets to ride in the copter. Nice to see Kate remembering that

UNIT got an upgrade after (i think) going bust. I can’t quite remember why that happened

“How do we fight the human race?” Ooh big scale bad stuff. Mass mind control? Something messing with their DNA?

Tardis acting in self defence? Maybe activating shields so no one can enter? Interesting plot point

Bisexual split in the skin of reality

Toy maker instantly recognises the Doctor even after regeneration. Instantly lets us know he’s smart and evil

London becomes Hell on Earth, beautiful cgi

Angsty Tennant, oh how I’ve missed you

Kaiju Toymaker, very fun. I don’t actually know much about him as a character, or what his powers are, other than what I could gather from this one comic I read where he was recaptured and put into a pocket universe

Ooh, the weight he puts into those words. “I don’t know… if I can save your life this time…” Very powerful, can’t wait for that scene

Gatwa + regeneration sfx. I wonder what’ll happen to cause the regeneration. It’s a tossup between sacrificing his life to stop NPH and sacrificing his life to stop Donna from melting into goo from mental overload

Where is that descending piano line at the end from?

Very strong music throughout the trailer. Feeling good about the OST of the specials

Why does this only have 6,400 views after 2 hours?

#doctor who #doctor who 60th anniversary #science fiction #trailer #david tennant #catherine tate #donna noble #ncuti gatwa #special interest #bbc studios

[foxes-that-run]

Walking in the wind

Harry Styles has a gift for answering a question and not answering it at all at once. In the Made in the A.M track by track he said WITW was inspired by Paul Simon’s song Graceland.

I love how Harry's solo work draws modern inspiration from his diverse music tastes and he encourages his fans to broaden their tastes. Hindsight being 20/20 you can see where he went with his debut in that short video and this song.

When Simon wrote Graceland he and Carrie Fisher were divorcing and his relationship with Art Garfunkel was bitter. Simon said Graceland was a metaphor for the journey to mend a broken heart. Much like 2015 Harry who had broken up with Taylor and was on tour as One Direction ended. Simon also went to Africa to make this album, much like Harry went to South America for debut.

Timeline

Made on the AM was written in Japan in February 2015. Harry talked being able to just write 'good songs' because it wouldn’t be toured which made space for a song like this. WITW was probably written between February and May 2015. Harry and Taylor had been close at the end of 2014, it was over on or by his 21st birthday 2 February 2015. His smile when he saw her at the start (0:29) of BBMAs showed no animosity, but it’s unlikely WITW was written after the BBMAs in May (Woman). He also started looking even sadder live then.

To rolling stone Julian Bunetta said:

“That title was born in Japan. Just the title of it and the idea of it. Everyone’s different experiences of what they’re going through, whether it’s this or that, I’d like to think that these songs can apply to more than just [one instance].”

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Harry] A week ago, you said to me "Do you believe I'll never be too far?" If you're lost, just look for me You'll find me in the region of the summer stars The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye Means we've already won A necessity for apologies between you and me Baby, there is none

The relaxed and happy tone depicts their romantic friendship that continues. I think they genuinely cared for each other, are nice people who both prioritised their careers. To me, “the fact we can say goodbye means we’ve already won” shows that mutual respect for each other.

To me “Do you believe I’ll never be too far” is agreeing to be apart while they focus on being massively famous and together in the future.

In the context of their later work about being end game, the 1, sushi is about having only a piece of your persons life, in as it was and golden he sings about it being time or feel her taking over.

Harry does not have anyone that would never be too far in a literal sense, and although at that time he was always with 1D they have spoken in interviews that year of that not being good.

[Pre-Chorus: Niall] Ah-ooh, we had some good times, didn't we? Ah-ooh, we had some good tricks up our sleeve Ah-ooh, goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end, I'll see your face again

Taylor has a similar lyric in The 1 “But we were something, don't you think so? / Roaring 20s, / tossing pennies in the pool / And if my wishes came true / It would've been you” this is about appreciating the relationship.

[Chorus: All] And you will find me Yeah, you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand Walking in the wind Walking in the wind

Where their earlier work on Red and other 1D albums sung about always wanting to be together and coping in their career by Made in the AM and Reputation onwards they started singing about being connected but apart, on faith they’d come back together.

[Verse 2: Louis] Yesterday, I went out To celebrate the birthday of a friend But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast I realised you were missing

This may be referring to Lily Aldridge’s birthday where they both were. Harry’s 21st birthday was 2 weeks later but Lily and Taylor were in Nashville. In Hunger he sang about making her cry on his birthday, if it was for Debut the 1 year to 2 timeframe line up for that. (Hunger also sings of “your stuff” as in music, doesn’t taste the same, as in Two Ghosts)

Later on 27 February he posted the overgrown winding wheel and she started dating CH.

[Bridge: Harry] And I know we'll be alright, child Just close your eyes and see I'll be by your side Any time you're needing me Oh, yeah

The bridge is similar to Fine Line, which also ends on “we’ll be alright” in Fine line he’s reflecting on being friends with someone he’s in love with. Here he is asking his muse to have faith that although they are not together he’s there for her. Also Sign of the Times "Just stop your crying / It'll be alright"

I just wanna love you leak

In September 2023 a leaked song, I just wanna love you referenced WITW with “A week ago you said to me: "We've started running out of time" / Crying over memories that we lost and cannot be found / Why don't we stop talking now? / (I just wanna love you)” which to me, in the sound and this lyric is the sequel to WITW, he’s saying it’s time. It also refers to Late night talking, and The 1 and Question…? Where they explore friendship with someone they love, in WITW they seem to agree to leave a live unresolved, on Harry’s House and Midnights they are contemplating that unresolved love.

#Youtube #made in the am #haylor #one direction haylor #one direction

[ashesandhackles]

HP re-read: Goblet of Fire (Part 3)

Chapter 31,32, 33, 35,36,37

Harry hearing the trial is important because it deepens the seed in him for wanting to finish the war. He thinks about how it was Voldemort who had ripped Neville's parents away, and why BCJ went to Azkaban with his mother fainting and his father asking him to rot. His world has expanded.

Ron being a bb and being like how the extra jinxes they learnt is good training for them being Aurors. I love how childlike his assumption is that this is what the three of them will end up doing. Always the three of them against the world. <3

ooh Harry's initial shield charm is weak. Set up for when it gets stronger later in the series - it's one of the spells he uses in the final battle, one that protects Molly from Voldemort's wrath.

Sirius sending daily owls and then giving Harry a muddy paw print as a good luck card. I LOVE HIM.

Fudge apparently looking stern next to Maxime, and her eyes being "rather red" while Hagrid kept glancing at her from along the table. What a subtle way of telling us what happened here.

Cedric raising his wand to shower red sparks for Krum after being tortured by him. This is a good moment, because Cedric doesn't know Krum is under the Imperius, and he could have just let Harry do it. But he also raises his wand along with Harry, right after saying Krum would deserve being eaten by a passing Skrewt. Nice character work.

Harry politely asking the sphinx to move <3

the chapter really sets up its imagery: a dark overgrown graveyard, a church, a yew tree, an outline of an old house on the hillside. The yew, in particular, because its associated with Voldemort. (we also see baby! Voldemort being carried into this setting by Peter)

there is also something about Voldemort's father's house overlooking the rebirth at the graveyard - the above/below positioning of it all. Such a strong image.

"blank and expressionless as windows of a deserted house": as we note earlier, Avada Kedavra is a spell that releases the soul from its container. So this specific imagery of a deserted house - a body that no longer houses its soul is very eerie, very effective.

every image in this chapter is horrifying: Harry tied to Tom Snr's headstone, baby!Voldemort at his feet, Nagini circling the headstone.

Interesting what was Voldemort's understanding of why his father left his mother: "He didn't like magic, my father", "the fool who gave me his name - Tom Riddle". We know from HBP that he pieces together a story from Morfin's account of what happened - and he thinks it's his father who gave him the "ordinary" name. Even with Voldemort's hatred for his father, it is him Voldemort assumes an active role for, and not his mother. His negative feelings are directed against his father.

"may your loyalty never waver again Wormtail": Voldemort does gift giving and rewards with implied threats. XD

"one who I believe has left me forever, he will be killed of course" : Snape. I would kill for a conversation between Snape and Voldemort, when Snape comes in two hours late.

Peter convinces Bertha for a night time stroll. Where is Peter's adventures in Albania before he returns to Voldemort story? He has been quite busy.

Voldemort Villain monologues the entire chapter. He is so overt with his immortality hints that I am surprised baby Reg is one who catches on. Speaks to his and Sirius' upbringing a bit.

"and now, you face me like a man, straightbacked and proud" : the crumbs we get of James Potter's characterisation and how Harry uses this taunt later to empower himself to fight. ("he was going to die upright like his father")

James arms Harry with knowledge of what he must do, whereas Lily's role is more to offer him comfort (its the nature of the books. Lily gains a more stronger role in last 2 books, whereas the first 5, James is central to Harry's development)

Harry leaps over the cup (his means of escape) to get to Cedric's body first - all this with a broken leg. What a pure boy. It is not only the fact that Cedric asked him to, but because he has also witnessed the desecration of a dead body in the ritual. He recognises it as a violation.

BCJ's father wound pouring out of his monologue, and the need Voldemort fulfills or one BCJ hopes he would fulfill is that he will be closer than a son, that he will be singular, noteworthy and special among Death Eaters in a way he wasn't to his own father.

@dragonlordette talked about how BCJ! Moody was in tune with people's feelings and she is right: the careful way he manipulated Cedric, Dobby, and planted a book with Neville well in advance shows someone who watches, catalogues people's behaviour, so he knows which buttons to push.

Rowling planting Snape's loyalties here: she emphasises Snape's face in BCJ's Foe Glass both when three of them burst the door open and once again when he enters to survey the room.

Crouch's mother's love as a destructive force that enabled the rise of Voldemort when she broke her son out and took his place in Azkaban. (love as destructive force is a theme that series plays with both in good way and bad way - and more overtly in HBP)

I love how seamlessly Dumbles, McGonagall and Snape work together. When McGonagall is losing it over the Dementor's Kiss, Snape sarcastically explains what Fudge has done (" he seems to feel his personal safety was in question" Imao)

Sirius spends all year obsessing over a plot in the tournament and that someone is out to get Harry, and he sees Harry in this state, his suspicions are confirmed in worst possible way. His hand shakes when he helps Harry into a chair .

Harry drawing comfort from Fawkes. <3

Sirius, noticing how Harry was avoiding Dumbles eyes, harshly tells Dumbledore that Harry needs sleep <3

the "gleam of triumph" in Dumbles eyes that set off so many fan forums when GOF first came out.

Sirius gets so upset when Harry mentions how James asked him to escape, so for the first time in the whole meeting, his face is in his hands. (instead of Harry's shoulder) In Sirius' eyes, he failed to protect Harry and James' ghost saves Harry instead. It is a reminder of his failure.

also hilarious that no one besides Madam Pomfrey questions the presence of an emotional support dog. (also like the best emotional support dog in question, Sirius growls at Fudge for insinuating Harry's liar. I would love to hear the cussing out Sirius is giving him)

Snape makes a "sudden movement" when Lucius' name is mentioned. Snape's feelings for the Malfoy family, despite actively working against them, is complicated.

also how throughout the altercation between Dumbles and Fudge, Mrs Weasley had to keep a hand on Harry's shoulder to prevent him from rising.

Another person who has had enough of Fudge in the scene is Snape. Snape showing his Dark Mark to the Minister of Magic is legitimately one of my favourite moments of him in the series. It's a stand he is making - and in rereads, his loyalty and commitment is clear as day.

Harry wants Sirius to stay. I love that Harry actually asks for what he needs when it comes to Sirius. BB :heart:

"He had no memory of being hugged like this, as though by a mother" AHHHHHHH.

ah Cho crying when they raise a toast to Cedric upsets Harry. He looks down in response :(

Impassive face Hermione = Hermione who has just been kissed goodbye by Krum. (also that Harry isn't surprised when Ginny later reveals that they did indeed kiss)

Ron asking for Krum's autograph makes Hermione smile, and him assuring Fleur her english is good enough already makes her scowl The range of emotions she experiences in this scene.

Harry asks the twins to buy a different set of dress robes for Ron and say they are from them. Harry learns how to be careful and sensitive with Ron's feelings. What a sweetheart.

#hp reread #harry james potter #sirius black #barty crouch jnr #severus snape #goblet of fire #lord voldemort

[polkadotjersey]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

finally doing this :) thank you for tagging me @kingfisherprince <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

currently 22. hopefully more soon :)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

243,150 (kinda crazy to think this is proper novel length by now)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i currently have wips for formula 1 rpf and cycling rpf, also write football rpf (slowly making my way through all sports tags, i suppose.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

top spot for every other sunday (crazy kudos count, i still can't quite believe it). next are an evolutionary theory of the soul (seb/charles), algorithm (max/charles), little lion man (lewis/max) and in the dark you can't see shiny cars (max/charles). nice pairing mix as well!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually, yes. (although i confess i had a rough patch last year and let many go unanswered just because i had no energy to interact anywhere, but i still love each and every comment i get.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

that... has to be lonely hearts club (seb/charles), i think?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hard to figure. i realize i write a lot of endings as begginings, so... which one is the happiest? I suppose in every other sunday they're quite happy (and also kimi is doing the macarena, so there's that.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. i love that these fandoms are so chill <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes. the boring kind (sorry!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

never did. not sure how i'd go about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

erhm actually yes. wattpad debacle of 2022.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! (thank you to all the lovely translators of my fics, you are the best <3)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no. but i am open to.... 👀

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

no OTPs, i am all about spreading the love

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

charles lifeguard AU (main pairing to be determined). i wrote a lot of the setup, just mainly charles, alex and carlos being chaotic best friends working at a fancy beach resort.

16. What are your writing strengths?

who knows? I think i am good at storytelling (pace, etc). ooh also non-linear narratives. i am quite proud of those.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i write at a snail's pace. can't do past tenses to save my life. still not confident writing in english, so i get stuck a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i only ever did it when it's relevant to the fic (like in a matter of expression (seb/charles), which is all about languages)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

12 year-old me writing bad harry potter fanfiction counts, i suppose? the evidence must still be lost somewhere on the internet

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

time and again (seb/charles) is my all time favourite.

i am tagging @sebchal, @kritischetheologie, @antimonyandthyme, @astronomical-light and @cupidskissx (no pressure to do it, i am just sending my love to you)

#f1 rpf