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darrusha-arta day ago
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The Fallout馃枻
Day 1506; Hour 11
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weasleymione2 days ago
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Rupert Grint as Ron Weasley Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)
dir. David Yates
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ripfairy12a day ago
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The devil and his queen.
Tomione Halloween Fanart, Dramione halloween post up next week <3
this art was inspired by the fic called Dimmuborgir By nofootprintsinsand on A03, cause what fits more for a halloween than a devil and his Human companion stealing dark artifacts so he could spite god <33
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clarrissanewt2 days ago
Hey! I love ur fics especially the Harry ones and I stan Harry!
Can u do Harry Potter脳fem!reader where Harry and Reader are in muggle world (reader is aware of muggle stuff) and they are are on couch wearing sweatshirts, vibing to music (maybe Taylor Swift or One Direction or Shawn Mendes anyone u like) and having snacks and reader keeps jumping on the couch, Harry is doing some stupid moves and reader laughs and they are finally exhausted-
I will leave the rest to ur imagination! Thanx a lot 鈾ワ笍
Heart Me
Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader
Warnings: modern!au
Requests are open!
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A/n: ah! i heart harry staners;)
A special thanks to @devilstains for the help in the playlist^
hope you enjoy!
If laziness had a face, Harry asserted inside his mind, it would have definitely been him and Y/n. Taking a quick glance out of the heavily fogged window, he sighed inaudibly at the chewing thought of what happened last week when Y/n had decided to switch to this sleep alluring music.
He needed some cacophony.
As he trudged out of the little divine they made on the couch, the girl was shaken from her reverie. Cold waft was never her thing.
Screw you, Potter.
Her eyes lingered on his receding figure as he tiptoed out of the room and somewhere two rooms away, the door crashed shut like a Potter made missile was shot through a cannon.
Merlin, she rolled her eyes as she reluctantly shook off the blanket that squished her into the so-called infinite horizon of the couch, this boy loved being secretive as much as he loved troubles (she wasn鈥檛 going to herald that he loved her more than anything...what鈥檚 the fun if your words ain't star-crossed?)
As the sharp bang clashed and echoed through the otherwise serene apartment of theirs, Y/n was already trying not to wrap her head around this oncoming surprise...maybe this would be the forthcoming of the wild Potter as if the long gone Dark Lord had possessed him again.
She well knew that he wasn鈥檛 into gory stuff, at least not with her. So what was this upcoming hurricane about?
As if on a cue, the wooden door was banged into her face, and Harry鈥檚 eyes, much to the prior contentment, turned berating as he got the brunt of the situation.
Yeah, very well, actually screw you, Potter.
鈥淪hut up,鈥 Y/n hissed, turning away from him, the murderous glint of red flaring through her orbs.
鈥淪orry,鈥 Harry mumbled, timidly flexing his burly arms, a strange habit he caught over time whenever he messed up with things.
As he watched her storming away from him, well actually towards the kitchen counter, he was mentally (very prudently) calculating what ways the kitchen could aid to murder a man.
Knife? Check.
A murderous girlfriend? Checked for the whole lifetime.
As he sheepishly advanced towards the living room, the sound base spurring some lazy songs much to his displeasure was enough.
Hurricane Potter (if you even call him that) wasn鈥檛 storming away to be mocked. With quick darting steps, he shut off the current playlist that was obviously chosen by Y/n, eliciting a nasty groan from the kitchen.
Ten seconds for mission 鈥楳urder Scarhead鈥.
Quite not.
Instead he was met with a strained smile and two foaming cups of coffee.
There were times he wished to fall in love with this girl all over again, the same crave which anyone would get after finishing a mind blasting book. It wasn鈥檛 much of a surprise that he fell in love with her, the very same way you would get lost in the wide world of any story...skeptically, slowly but surely.
鈥淚f you are wondering again how you fell in love with me,鈥 he shook his head as her mellifluous voice infiltered into his ears, 鈥渢hat was Ron鈥檚 fault...maybe, Hermione also.鈥
鈥淵ou mean Ron pushing you off the stands?鈥 There was a glint of mischief in his tone as she swatted him, thereafter sighing by the momentum of those fond, rather life-threatening memories.
鈥淗e did push me,鈥 her voice seemed small, 鈥渂ut hey! Hermione didn鈥檛 even scold him!鈥
鈥淧erks of being a cupid?鈥 Harry furrowed his brows from behind the same frame of his glasses, fumbling with the ceramic handle of the new mug.
鈥淧erks of being a partner in crime, to be precise.鈥
鈥淕odric,鈥 his fingers drummed the periphery of the sound base, the eagerness obvious in his voice, 鈥渘ow this calls in for extreme measures.鈥
鈥淕o on then, Potter,鈥 she sighed, flopping back on the couch, hiding her red nose behind the mug, the delicate vapour misting into the cold atmosphere. 鈥淚 hope you don鈥檛 expect me to join.鈥
鈥淕ot me right.鈥
What a cheeky bastard, Y/n scoffed under her breath as he tugged the hem of her sweatshirt, forcing her to match his stupid moves.
If one thing you must know about Harry Potter it is that he won鈥檛 give up dancing- no matter how imbecile it gets.
With mug still dangling in both their hands, they continued 鈥榲ibing鈥 to music (as Hermione told them few years back), Harry鈥檚 free hand, resting on her waist, as they nearly crashed on the couch but (to Y/n鈥檚 utter displeasure) he continued leading the way to every corner of the house, his movements dunce as ever.
鈥淚鈥檓 great of a dancer, aren鈥檛 I?鈥
鈥淪ure,鈥 she rolled her eyes, 鈥測ou are a nincompoop.鈥
Finally as the clock striked eleven at night, he finally realised that all their energy was long drained and the moment both of them hit the surface of the couch, their eyes fell on the still filled mugs.
鈥淪o what鈥檚 the message today?鈥
Y/n giddily smiled at him, throwing his heart into a whirlpool of flutters as she slyly shrugged and got into sipping her now cold coffee.
As he started draining the caffeine into his system, a smile etched across his face as he saw those two words printed inside the mug.
Heart me.
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glowingprongs21 hours ago
someone: and what is your favourite type to ride?
sirius: my boyfriend
the car dealer: what
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thebrookemalfoya day ago
*Takes Deep Breath*
I just bought the Draco鈥檚 Cologne thing on Etsy
Over TWENTY people had it in their carts... I knew I had to snatch it quick, so it was the first thing I did when I woke up...
My family loves me 馃槂
Carry on with your day and stay magical馃グ
xx The Brooke Malfoy xx
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drayscarhead10 months ago
You know a fanfic hits you hard when you close your phone or whatever you are reading on for a few minutes and just stare into the void cause holy motherfucking son of a bitch
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alef-art7 months ago
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I brought you a fairy tale about a warm autumn evening, about speed and adrenaline, about luck and the glitter of the golden snitch. Not in every fight the winner is the one on top =)
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darrusha-art2 days ago
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The last chapter of Russian fic 鈥溞捫拘沸囱冄, 泻芯褌芯褉褘屑 褌褘 写褘褕懈褕褜鈥
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annabellelupin11 days ago
Harry: uncle moony, why do you love pads?
Remus: well harry
Remus: that is a great question
Remus, watching Sirius do smth very stupid across the room: which I cannot answer
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hmione7 months ago
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鈥 Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.鈥 鈥 Albus Dumbledore Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) dir. Alfonso Cuar贸n
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alef-art8 months ago
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Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men?
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