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theicarusconstellation · 7 months

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kinktober day seven

prompt: virgin // pairing: jegulus // word count: 1.3K // includes: cunnilingus, daddy kink, daddy!james, sub!regulus, trans regulus

“Hey, baby,” James murmurs, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around Regulus’ waist. He presses his face into the other man’s curls with a deep inhale.

Regulus turns around and meets James’ waiting mouth with his own. He can taste pomegranate juice on his lips.

It’s been a long day for the both of them. Despite being new Hogwarts alumni, their collective fortunes make it so that they don’t need to work, but James insisted on enlisting into the Auror program anyway. He’s gone for hours at a time, sometimes at night, to complete his training, and every day, he comes back dead on his feet.

Regulus, on the other hand, does no work at all. Waiting for James is work enough. They might be a bit codependent, but he couldn’t care less, honestly. His world spins when James is with him, and it stops when he’s gone. That’s all that matters to him.

“How was training?” Regulus asks between kisses. James is always extra touchy after work, always cuddling and kissing like his life depends on it. Tonight though, he’s practically lifting Regulus up off his feet with his arms as his mouth travels up and down his neck.

“Good. Fine. Tiring,” James replies, the words rushed like he can’t get them out fast enough. Regulus pulls back for a moment, raising a brow.

“Are you alright?”

“Very,” James mumbles. Regulus sucks in a breath as the other man’s teeth capture the soft skin of his neck. “A little tense though. Missed you a lot.” He runs his hands up Regulus’ body until they’re cupping his face and kisses him fiercely.

There’s something different about the way James is touching him tonight. They’re usually very intense, sure, but they’ve never…he’s touching Regulus like this time, he wants something more.

They’ve talked about it. Sex. Talked about what they’d like and wouldn’t like. However, Regulus neglected to mention a very crucial detail that seemed pathetic to say in the presence of James Potter at the time, and he’s been too prideful to bring it up ever since. Now though, with James touching him more and more insistently, a question burning between his palms against Regulus’ hips, he knows he has to.

“Baby…” James whispers below his ear. Regulus shudders and leans into his chest. That same unspoken question wraps around them like a blanket.

Instead of answering verbally, Regulus loops his arms around James’ neck and hides his face in the man’s shoulder, hopping to allow James to press his hands to his thighs and hoist him up. James carries him through the flat to their bedroom despite his obvious exhaustion from Auror training. He sets him on his back on their bed and props himself up over him, barely letting him breathe before going in for another deep kiss.

“James,” Regulus half-gasps as James’ hands begin working Regulus’ shirt off. “I haven’t — I’ve never —“

James stops immediately and falls to his side so that he’s laying beside him, concern in his eyes.

“What? Reg, are you…you know I don’t care that you’re trans, right? You know that, right? I promise, Regulus, I don’t —“

“It’s not about that.” Regulus shakes his head. He feels his cheeks flush hot and bright. “It’s not…it’s…James, I’m a virgin.”

James’ eyes go wide, and his perfect, perfect mouth drops in a way that makes Regulus want to crawl under the floorboards and never come out.

“Oh. Oh, Regulus, I’m sorry. I should have — Merlin, how did I not — I’m so stupid. I’m sorry, baby,” he rambles, frantically kissing Regulus’ face. “We don’t have to — shit, I’m so stupid —“

“You’re not stupid, James, I was just too embarrassed to tell you,” Regulus snaps in the firm tone he always uses whenever James starts to berate himself. “You’ve been with so many people before…I just thought…maybe you wouldn’t want me.”

James blinks furiously, looking wildly confused.

“Wouldn’t want you? Regulus, I want you more than anything. I don’t give a fuck about experience or — or whatever people told you the standard was,” he insists. Regulus shakes his head, but a smile tugs at his lips.

“Besides, “ James continues with a new spark in his eyes. “I’m a very good teacher.”

“Hm?” Regulus’ breath catches when he feels the pressure of James’ hand on his waist.

“If you’ll let me…” James kisses him again, more tender this time, and his hand snakes its way under Regulus’ pants.

“I’ll let you,” Regulus breathes. His heart pumps faster in agreement, let you, let you, let you.

“We’re not going to do everything all at once,” James says, which has Regulus feeling oddly disappointed. “You’ve touched yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. We can go a bit further then.” James slides Regulus’ pants off, tossing them over his shoulder like they’ve offended him. Regulus’ legs are already shaking when James places his hands on his inner thighs and gently spreads them apart.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans.

Regulus’ fingers clench into a fist against the sheets as James attaches his mouth to his thighs, teasing at the skin with his tongue. James sucks dark hickeys into his pale skin, surrounded by bite marks that have Regulus swallowing back moans as they get closer and closer to the wetness between his legs.

“You still okay?” James lifts his head, and as he does, his glasses brush against Regulus’ folds. Regulus bites back a yelp, nodding feverishly.

“Yes,” he manages to get out. James doesn’t wait for further confirmation after that. He kisses Regulus’ hip, and then he lowers his head again, licking a slow line up between Regulus’ legs.

James goes at a leisurely pace, and Regulus feels every fucking second of it. James’ mouth sucks at the most tender of places, and when he bobs his head, the cool metal of his glasses teases Regulus’ clit with a shocking but welcome touch.

“D-daddy —“ Regulus whimpers the first time it happens, the word slipping out like it’s instinctual. He slaps a hand over his own mouth at this, thoroughly mortified, but James doesn’t miss a beat. He just hums happily, and his tongue takes on new enthusiasm as it flicks in and out of Regulus’ hole.

“Again,” he says lowly from somewhere deep within his throat. Regulus whines, his back arching when James licks at his hole again.

“Daddy,” Regulus whispers, “Daddy, please —“

“Good boy, baby,” James replies as he hooks his arms under Regulus’ thighs. Regulus can’t help the loud moan that he releases at James’ words. He wants to hear that over and over, wants to hear what a good boy he is, just for James.

“Fuck, Daddy —“ Regulus cries out much louder than he intended. James is properly sucking and licking at his clit now, swirling his tongue around it and lapping at it with quicker and quicker motions.

Regulus has no idea what an expert is actually like, but if he had to put a face to the word, it would be James. James and his masterful mouth and fucking excellent motions of his lips. The coil within Regulus’ stomach is so, so tight, squeezing and making him shake with need.

“Daddy, I’m — mm —“ Regulus’ voice breaks as James brushes his teeth against his clit, just enough to send a shock through him. “Coming,” he barely manages to gasp out before he’s rocked with the peak of his pleasure, his orgasm ripping through him in what feels like endless waves. James eats him out through the whole thing until Regulus tugs him away by the hair.

Tremors still spasm through Regulus’ body as he draws James up to his lips for a tired kiss. He can taste himself when their mouths meet.

“So, was I a good teacher?” James inquires with a smug smile. His lips are swollen, and Regulus suspects his might be as well.

“Teach me again tomorrow,” is all Regulus can breathlessly say in response.

James chuckles and pulls him closer, guiding him so that his head is against James’ chest.

“Anything for you, baby.”

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fanfic-lover-girl · 3 months

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The HP Epilogue: JKR's trashfire ending to a trash book series

I was reading snippets from the epilogue for the first time and everything about the epilogue is just frustrating. And I want to share things I found intolerable about it to let off steam. These are MY opinions so if you feel differently, I am happy for you. But here is a summary of my gripes.

The names of the Hinny Harry's kids

James Sirius. Albus Severus. Lily Luna. I can empathize with wanting to honour people you love by naming your kids after them...but this is just overkill. Not one of Harry's kids has an original name. Not one! And I said Harry's kids because it seems like Ginny had absolutely no input in the names. If I am being generous, maybe the Luna name was hers, but given the naming pattern of the kids, I am sure that Luna references Lupin and not Luna Lovegood. Sometimes I feel as if Harry has a domineering vibe in Hinny and the kids' names are not doing any favours to combat that. Not surprising as everything about the Hinny romance was dictated by Harry's wants. Who cares about Ginny?

Muggleborne discrimination is bad but pureblood discrimination is A-ok

‘You’re right, sorry,’ said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, ‘don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood.’

I could not believe my eyes when I read this. It's like Ron forgot that HIS family is pureblood! It's the same vibe as a black parent telling their black or mixed kid not to marry another black person! Luna is pureblood! Neville is pureblood! Do the Weasleys have some kind of self-hatred?? Another point to purebloods slowly dying out but who cares? As far as JKR is concerned, the wizards should be aiming to all be mutts with mixed blood :)

BTW the Scorpius/Rose pairing fills me with revulsion. I like Albus and Scorp as friends though! But not so much as lovers.

Marriage is the only way to be truly part of a family

‘Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!’ whispered Lily ecstatically. ‘Teddy would really be part of the family then!’

Got some heavy Hinny vibes from this line of dialogue. Harry did not become a true Weasley until he got with Ginny after all :)

I know Lily is a kid and she means no malice, but I truly felt disgust towards this line. It just bothers me, especially in the context of Hinny and how Ginny functions as a way for Harry to become a Weasley member. Teddy is Harry's godson, he should be like a big brother to Lily. How does becoming a cousin-in-law make him more of a family member compared to being her surrogate big bro??

Do Hogwarts alumni swear an oath of secrecy?

‘And you don’t want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts,’ Harry put in.

He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albus’s face when he said it.

So James Sirius is telling Albus Severus exaggerated tales about Hogwarts similar to what the Weasley twins did to Ron. But how is this possible? Do the parents not talk about Hogwarts to their kids? If my kid was going to my alma mater, I would tell him/her all about the school when I went there. I don't understand why it seems like parents don't talk about Hogwarts. At least Draco's parents seem to talk to him about the school at least.

Muggle abuse is still funny Ha. Ha.

‘As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,’ Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl on to the train. ‘I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.’

Remember that Ron is an Auror! A wizarding cop! But nah muggles are still lesser than wizards so even a guy like Ron who's supposed to be a good hero character feels no shame in messing with their autonomy. Ron is literally so disgusting in the epilogue. Never thought I would end HP finding Ron the least tolerable of the trio when Ron is usually my fav of the 3. Not that the bar is very high for the other two.

JKR really does not like Draco

His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasised the pointed chin.

Of course, JKR can't end the series without throwing more shade at Draco. He's rocking the middle-aged man look, only has one kid and has a love interest that we know squat about. And then in CC, Draco's wife dies! Sigh, I really hate Drastoria...

All is not well

There is still house discrimination. Magical creatures likely still have fewer rights. Aurors like Ron and everyday wizards abuse their powers against muggles. Purebloods are dying out. Wizards like Albus act like they did not grow up in a magical world, aka wizards still have low brain cell counts. But sure, Harry's scar is fine so ALL IS WELL!

I can't believe there are people out here calling JKR a good writer! I see the vast potential of the book series and I feel so sad sometimes. I am so happy that HP never existed in my childhood.

#harry potter series #anti harry potter #harry potter epilogue #hp 19 years later #weasley family #anti hinny #ron weasley critical #anti jkr #draco malfoy #harry james potter #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #anti scorose #anti drastoria #muggle discrimination #pureblood discrimination #draco deserved a better author

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little-emerald-snake · 4 months

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Smutmas Day 19

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

690 words

Warning: semi public fondling, bondage, spanking, name calling, rough, possessive, unprotected p-in-v sex

She and Sebastian had been invited to a Hogwarts alumni gala. The proceeds would go to charity for muggle born witches and wizards to get scholarships for magical educations.

They had gladly attended the event and took joy in dressing up all fancy and proper to join some of their old classmates for such a good cause. Sebastian looked incredible in his tux and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

She also looked stunning in a gown that matched her house colors, hair done up into an elegant updo befitting a princess. Sebastian had even told her she looked like a princess.

He looked like her very own prince which had her giving him a fair amount of attention and flirty looks. He grinned, fully able to read the lusty expression she wore on her face as they danced and chatted amongst friends.

While dancing she was pressed so tightly against him, sliding her hips across his in the perfect teasing manner, causing his fingers to dig into the soft skin of her hip in warning. In a deep husky tone he leaned in and whispered. “You better start behaving. Don’t make me take you home and punish you for riling me up in front of all our friends.”

She smiled innocently. Tossing him the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster. She proceeded to do anything but behave. Grinding even more against him while music blared around them or teasing her fingers up the inside of his solid thigh as they sat and talked with friends.

By the end of the night Sebastian was well past worked up and the moment they appareated home he had her bent over the couch, pulling off her dress in the process.

She knew all her teasing would eventually have her end up here and as much as his crazed hurry to get his revenge scared her, it excited her more than anything. She loved when Sebastian became like this, crazed with lust just for her.

A man on a mission to release the pent up need for her that he harbored all night at the gala. He kept her bent over the couch fully naked but still dolled up with her jewelry and such.

He pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together with his bow tie. His suit was still on but his pants were far enough down that his throbbing, angry erection stood straight out in front of him, awaiting her heat.

He spanked her across one ass cheek harshly. “You better be greatful I need to fuck you so bad or I’d make this perfect round ass so red with all my fucking handprints, princess. Although you’d like that wouldn’t you, being covered in my marks like a pretty little slut.”

She moaned pitifully as he thrust into her soaking wet pussy. She was already a dripping mess when he tugged off her underwear. “That’s right baby, feel how tight and wet you are around my cock. Your pussy was made for me. Gonna remind you what it’s like to be my little slut since you think it’s fun to tease me all night like you’re in charge.”

Her fingers dug into the couch cushions as she braced herself, allowing him to plow into her and use her exactly like he said. All she could do was lay there over the couch and take it while he used her soaking wet pussy.

He’d brought her to two orgasms by having her reach between her legs and thrum her clit. He was building her up on a third, sweat dripping from his brow as he held back his own till she came again around him.

Only once she released did he finally bury himself within her walls allow himself to fill her with thick ropes of his cum. After coming down from his high he pulled himself from her and watched a glob of his cum drip from her before spanking her ass again. “Should be a good reminder of who’s in charge.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #writing challenge #smutmas 2023 #smutmas #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

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romione-trope-fest · 1 month

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When You Wish Upon a Star

Title: When You Wish Upon A Star

Author: adenei

Trope: Soulmates

Summary:

Three years after graduating, Hermione finds herself at the annual Hogwarts Alumni Quidditch Tournament, still single, living alone with Crookshanks, and no closer to finding love than when she was a student here. But sitting there on the sidelines, she can’t help wishing for something more, and finds herself weighing her options as the party rages on, mourning the lost chances of ever being anything more than Ron’s best friend.

She doesn’t have to wallow for very long though, because as fate would have it, her prospects for love suddenly take a turn…but is it for the better?

WC: 2360 (Multichap)

Rating: M

TW: none

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Music blares at an overwhelming decibel level, but the crowd of people somehow manage to shout and cheer above it. There’s a strong smell of Firewhiskey in the air, and if the colors red and gold could throw up everywhere, it’d still be tamer than the sight in front of her. This isn’t Hermione’s scene at all, yet here she stands in the stuffy common room, packed to the brim with more people than it should probably be allowed to hold.

It’s crazier than any victory party Hermione’s ever attended, and for once she’s more than happy to not have any Prefect or Head Girl duties falling on her shoulders. If things get out of hand, that’s on Minerva. She’s the one who let them all in for the celebration, knowing full well what would probably happen.

After all, how else would you expect a large group of former students to act whilst reliving their glory days? It doesn’t even matter that the Annual Hogwarts Alumni Quidditch Tournament was specifically designed to be an inter-house event, or that participants were required to write their names down to be magically sorted into teams. Gryffindor is always over-represented, which meant there’d be major celebrations regardless of which team won.

Still, Hermione appreciates the camaraderie it builds. There have been many efforts to rebuild the magical world following Voldemort’s defeat, and the recently instituted alumni event is one of those things that people have looked forward to over the last few summers.

This year, though, proves to be a little more chaotic. Not that Hermione would actually know. It’s her first time attending one of these things—if only as a spectator. But based on the stories she’s heard about the past couple years, she has a hard time believing it’s ever gotten this out of hand.

But maybe that’s because of the way the teams shook out—notably with Harry and Ron being chosen for the same team. They’d also somehow managed to get Ginny, George, and Demelza. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh when she’d found out. Regardless of her limited Quidditch knowledge, even she knew they were an unstoppable group, and there was no hope for her to skip sitting in the stands this year. Especially not when Ron had flooed straight to Hermione’s flat when lists were delivered, begging her to come and watch. Of course she’d said yes.

She’s glad she came though. It’s been nice to see everyone, and things were made a little sweeter when Ron and Harry won the Alumni Cup. After all, there’d been moments—both during the feast and the current after-party—where Hermione almost felt as though she were a student again. Almost.

But she’s not. Three years have passed since she graduated, and while nothing about Hogwarts has changed since the last time she roamed its ancient halls, everything about her has. Or maybe it hasn’t, depending on the way she looks at it.

Is she currently pursuing her dream of working up the ranks at the Ministry within the Magical Law Department? Yes. She’s the lead junior lawyer within the division of Being Rights.

Has she also enrolled at King’s College to study Muggle Law in an attempt to equate Being Rights to the Human Rights movement? Also true.

And to top it all off, she’s a fully-fledged adult, living her life with all the accompanying responsibilities it brings with it, which may just be her greatest accomplishment of all.

But then again, she’s still single, living alone with Crookshanks, and no closer to finding love than when she was a student here. So perhaps that’s the reason she’s found every excuse to not come back. Because it’s all a woeful reminder of how stagnant her life is. Not to mention how unpromising her love life is and probably always will be.

And this party is doing nothing to make her feel better about any of that either. If anything, she’s filled with resentment as she watches Ron being hoisted in the air like some kind of hero, amplified only by the way a bottle of Firewhiskey is shoved in his hand. He takes it as if he hasn’t got a care in the world, and another pang of loneliness reverberates from her chest.

How is it that she’s still watching from the sidelines? Why must her heart tug mournfully in her chest when she should be celebrating and reuniting with her former classmates?

Oh, that’s right. Because this is all a sad reminder of how she never stood a chance to be anything more than Ron’s best friend.

Hermione half-expects someone to jump his bones—much in the same way Lavender did during their sixth year—whisking him into a relationship that pushes him further away from her. Further away from the friendship she cherishes more than anything in the world. Because it’s the most she’ll ever have with him.

You think you’d be okay with it after nearly eight years of harboring feelings for him.

Yeah, well, she’s not. Not even close. Maybe she should have taken the job offer to work in France when she had the chance. The one her mother still finds every excuse to mention because she couldn’t believe Hermione had passed it up.

Hermione had used her uni classes as the primary excuse for staying in London, but that was because she didn’t want to admit the truth. That when she’d told Ron over dinner one evening, he’d looked at her with that infuriatingly disapproving gaze—the same one he’d given her when she went with Viktor to the Yule Ball. And when he thought she was taking too many classes or stayed up too late to revise. She could go on and on, but the point was clear. He didn’t want her to take it.

The look wasn’t what made her stay, though. She would have overlooked that because she’d seen it so many times before. But then he’d gone so far as to say ‘don’t go.’

She thought—just for a moment—that maybe his request would be followed by her deepest desire. That maybe he’d kiss her and profess he’s been in love with her all this time and that’s the real reason he wanted her to stay.

But no, he’d made some quip about portkeys being expensive, and what would he do without their weekly dinners or his lunch partner when there were no cases and he was stuck at his desk? All her hopes had been squashed. Her dreams were crushed. Yet she still turned down the position—because she could never quite say no to him.

Maybe it’d be easier if some other guy seemed remotely interested in her. Sure, she’d been on her fair share of dates. She really has tried to move on. It’s not her fault it’s all to no avail. Eventually, they all do something that makes her compare them to Ron, and once that happens, all hope is lost. They never stack up.

If she was smart, she’d play the field right now, see what options are available and just go for it. With nothing better to do, she figures why not? There’s nothing wrong with women playing the field, is there? Maybe taking control of her love life is exactly what she needs to turn her luck around. And what better place to do so than right here, in a room full of people she already knows?

Um, you’re hearing your thought process, right?

She shakes her inner consciousness away and attempts to see if there’s anyone here she never considered simply because she was blinded by the best friend who never wanted anything more. It doesn’t take long for her eyes to spot Neville halfway across the room. He’s single, right? Ugh, she should really know this, considering how he’s always had a soft spot for her. Is she that shitty of a friend to anyone other than Ron or Harry?

No, stop thinking about Ron. This is the whole reason you're scouting dating opportunities, isn’t it?

Right, yes, keep looking. Oh, there’s Seamus—not that she imagines him being anything more than a fling. Three years later and he still isn’t the serious type. Would she really want to go there? Especially considering she’s the one who ruined his conquest to sleep with every Gryffindor in their year—granted, she never should have overheard that conversation to begin with, but it wasn’t her fault she’d gone up to the boys dormitory looking for Ron.

That didn’t take long.

Ignoring the voice in her head, Hermione shudders and tries not to think about that grotesque fact. At the time, she never thought she’d be the sole reason for the holdout. Because Lavender was into him and Parvati would never compete with her best friend for a man…or pursue him after. But apparently Lav and Parvati got drunk enough to opt for a threesome at some point during seventh year…Hermione never asked for any more details when she found out after the war, but good for them, she supposes?

Maybe we’ll save Seamus for an absolute last choice—’desperate times, desperate measures’ thing.

Hermione continues scanning the room and notices Colin Creevey standing on a table. There’s an old tie wrapped around his head and he’s moving wildly to whatever song is playing. Briefly, she remembers how narrowly he escaped death—the killing curse missing him by mere centimeters during the final battle. It’s nice to see him living life to the fullest.

He’d always been so nice in school, if a little too eager to please people sometimes. Of course, it isn’t necessarily a bad quality. Maybe he could be a viable option, and she wonders briefly what he’s doing with his life now—when he’s not drunkenly dancing on tables, that is.

And then, of course, Hermione sees the obvious—and probably best—option: Viktor Krum. Viktor, who hadn’t even gone to Hogwarts, but stepped in this weekend after finding out the teams were short a seeker. How convenient that he’d been in town the week before playing the Harpies. Apparently, Ginny had casually mentioned the tournament to him, so he’d written to Minerva and offered to fill the spot for the lacking team.

She’d learned all this at dinner earlier when they sat together and caught up. She wouldn’t say he seemed interested, but he was definitely excited to see her, leaving her wondering if perhaps she’d shut him down too soon back in fourth year. All in the hopes that her best friend might one day notice her.

Ha, that joke’s on you. And you’re thinking about Ron again.

She averts her gaze from the Bulgarian Seeker, inwardly chastising herself as she searches for Ron amongst the sea of people. If she’s going to keep thinking about him, she might as well use the opportunity to sneak a few glances in. It’s all a good plan until she finds the red-headed apple of her eye chatting up some girl she doesn’t even recognize.

Her meal from the Hogwarts feast churns in her stomach and now she’s sure she’s scowling. She hates how the jealousy still consumes her, but doesn’t know how to keep it at bay.

“Begs me to come then chats up other girls all night,” she mumbles to herself, so quiet that no one could possibly overhear amongst the cacophony.

Why wouldn’t he, though?

Her inner thoughts torment her with a valid counter-argument, and she hates every second of it. He’s perfectly capable of talking to whoever he wants—male or female, it doesn’t matter. She has no claim on him. He’s not hers. He can talk to whoever he bloody well wants to.

And you can leave.

Yes! That’s right. She can. And that’s exactly what she’ll do. She doesn’t owe it to anyone to stay. Least of all him.

Impulsively, she grabs a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey on a nearby table, takes a swig, then heads for the portrait hole. While she intends to put the bottle back, the compulsion to nick it wins, and Hermione finds herself wandering the corridors with it after she slips out of the common room unnoticed.

But where exactly is she headed? Truthfully, she hasn’t thought far enough ahead to consider that. The only Floo that’s open is in the opposite direction and to double back would mean she’d have to pass by the entrance to Gryffindor Tower again—something she doesn’t want to do. She supposes she could Apparate. But…wait. It’s ironic that her resentment towards her best friend makes her forget the one rule she’s chided on forever.

You can’t Apparate in or out of Hogwarts.

So much for thinking a quick, quiet escape was achievable. She stops walking and leans against one of the bare stone walls, welcoming the cool, rough texture against her back as she takes another swig from the bottle. If she wasn’t so mentally fried and overstimulated from the rager, she’d probably be more concerned about who else put their mouth on it. But that’s a problem for Future Hermione. Right now, Present Hermione just wants to wallow in self pity and heartache.

Too bad fate has other plans for her.

“Hermione!” an all-too-familiar voice calls.

Well, that was short-lived.

She doesn’t respond but also doesn’t make an effort to move either. “Fuck, where’d she go?” she hears Ron say to himself. “Couldn’t have gone far, ri—there you are!”

Lolling her head to one side, she rolls her eyes. In the driest tone she can muster, she mutters, “You caught me.”

“Why’d you leave?”

Because I didn’t want to watch you take another girl upstairs to fuck.

“Too loud.”

He frowns. “Are you going home then?”

Hermione eyes him again. Why does he seem so upset about it? It’s not like he was even giving her any attention back there.

“Haven’t decided. Just needed some air.”

“Oh.”

He watches her for a moment, then his face splits into a smile, like he’s got an idea. He reaches forward, stripping the bottle of Firewhiskey from her hand and replaces it with his own. A warm sensation shoots up her arm at the contact and she hates how much she loves it.

“What are you—” she asks when he pulls her along the corridor.

“You said you needed air, right?”

“Um, yes.”

But it was an excuse. I wasn’t actually serious.

“Great, then come with me.”

Every fiber of her being screams that this is probably going to be a bad idea, but the fact that he’s here with her and offering more one-on-one time is hardly something she’s going to pass up. So, she lets him whisk her away, silently choosing to reap the consequences in the morning.

#submission #romione trope fest #soulmates #romione

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HPHM OC Profile: Calliope Black

"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."

Name: Calliope Antigone Black

Nicknames: Callie

Birthdate: October 31st, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Sexuality: Bisexual

Callie is not the MC, she's just an OC that attends Hogwarts at the same time as Jacob's Sibling! She's open for friendships and rivalries, etc.

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.60cm (5 ft 3½)

Weight: 53kg

Skin Tone: Fair

Faceclaim: India Eisley

Background

Home: Raven Hall, a modest (by rich people standards) property owned by the Black family in rural England

Family

Mother: Cressida Black, née Rowle

Cressida is a Slytherin alumni. She works at the Wizengamot and leads a seemingly successful life. On the inside, she's struggling though. She's not happy with her life and her unhappiness is affecting her relationship with her daughter. She loves Callie but is misguided in her efforts to make her choices for her and attempt to keep her in line.

Father: Castor Black, the younger brother of Orion Black

Castor attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He's unlike most of his family members in that he is softer and less likely to spout blood-purist rhetoric. However, he is not close with his daughter and his marriage to Cressida is facing some difficulties. He has constantly lived in the shadow of his older brother and doesn't know how to stand up to him.

Uncle: Orion Black

Cousins: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw (hat stall with Slytherin)

Career

11-17: Hogwarts Student

17->: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Callie is the quiet sort who prefers the company of books to people. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends and can often seem cold or even rude to people who don't know her, but she's quite friendly once you manage to break through her surface. Deep down, she feels very alone due to her parents being distant and being an only child. She struggles with creating meaningful connections but craves them deeply.

She responds best to speaking of common interests, like books or music. She's a little bit clueless about the Muggle world and finds learning about Muggle culture fascinating. Callie is creative and sometimes scribbles poetry in the margins of her essays or in little notebooks. She doesn't have ambitions to become a poet as a fulltime job, though.

Priorities: Friends, gaining knowledge, independence

Strengths: Clever, works well under pressure, loyal to loved ones

Weaknesses: A bit of a loner, a penchant for melancholy, can come off as rude

Stressed: When dealing with her family or studying for exams

Calm/Comforted: With her friends and in the library

Favorites

Colors: Black

Weather: Rain

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, Wizard chess

Fashion: Business casual, blacks and grays, some grunge vibes

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Talbott Winger

Callie and Talbott have been house mates since year one, but they only really started to speak during year 4, when Callie got her pet owl Orpheus and started to spend time in the Owlery. They both enjoy a comfortable silence and the quiet comfort of each others' company.

The two started dating during year 6. They were together until graduation, after which they broke up for a while but reconnected during the Second Wizarding War. They married and have one daughter together.

Friends:

Talbott Winger

Badeea Ali

Murphy McNully

Matthew Luther by @hphmmatthewluther

Vienna Brokenshire, Jules Farrier, and Azariah Steele by @cursebreakerfarrier

Cato Reese by @catohphm

Eirlys Knell by @cursedlegacies

Dimitri and Skylar Di Angelo by @nicos-oc-hell

Caiden Solace by @camillejeaneshphm

Isabelle Dubois by @endlessly-cursed

Ruth Lyman, Huck Fitzgerald, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor O'Donnell by @unfortunate-arrow

Marti Venturi by @smarti-at-smogwarts

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals:

Merula Snyde (indirectly)

Children:

Thalia Winger

Talia was born in 1997. She's a Gryffindor and a Quidditch chaser.

Trivia

Callie likes to follow Quidditch although she doesn't talk about it because it clashes with her intellectual bookworm loner brand.

She has an owl called Orpheus

She has fond memories of her cousins Sirius and Regulus

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm oc #oc: calliope black #oc profile #hp oc #the black family #she's open for friends!

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What is your Hogwarts house?

I mean at this point in my life regardless of which dorm I was in I'm pretty sure my only relationship to any boarding school I attended would be burning passive aggressive alumni donation letters and pretending to have forgotten about the invite to the 10 year anniversary.

#reply #anon #shitposting

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endlessly-cursed · 4 months

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"𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚?"

BASICS

Name: Eleanor Marie Thorne

Birthday: 2nd of March, 1881

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Weight: 58kg

Height: 1.63m

Religion: Non-religious

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Light brown

Faceclaim: Dominique Devenport

FAMILY

Mother: Dasha Thorne, neé Seymour

Pureblood woman, sister of Albert Seymour, was bred to find a suitable match and was commanded to marry the rake Elijah Thorne. Smart, witty, observant and a Slytherin alumni, it didn't however save her from a miserable marriage, blackmailing him in order to do their duty and be done with it. She ended up raising the twins herself.

Father: Elijah Thorne

A rake, irresponsible, neglectful and a useless drunk, he was always doing drugs and in brothels rather than alone with his young and beautiful wife. Who ended up blackmailing him in order to conceive at least one child and be done with it. The marriage worked well until an American opportunist used a love potion on it and convinced a whipped Elijah to elope and leave his family for America. He would never return to England or get out of the ship alive.

Other relatives: Marcellus Alexander Thorne, twin brother

Both raised by different tutors, where Marcellus was reserved and flamboyant, Eleanor was calm and with a calmer head on her shoulders. They both had a great affection for one another, and bonded much during their time at Hogwarts. He'd be her biggest support in England during her adult life, and his daughter Enya would often visit her home in France.

Jesse Isaiah Seymour and his sisters, first cousins

Both cousins were within the same age ranges and had similar natures and got on well.

Friends: TBD (open!)

Significant Other: Eris Armand Durand ( @cursed-herbalist )

Eleanor and Eris moved in similar circles, but never interacted properly until she attended his first opera role, and the moment she heard his voice, she fell instantly in love.

They both started courting, and she'd support him and enhance his singing abilities, striving for him to become his better self. Both families approved of the match and soon made a life in Paris. They married and had two children: Knox and Marielle.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Eleanor is sweet, smart, gentle but firm, with a good head on her shoulders and a woman of her time, loyal to the end and devout of her loved ones.

Positive traits: Sweet, smart, gentle, loyal and with a good head on her shoulders

Negative traits: Rich girl privileges, nepo baby, selfless

Guilty pleasure: Limericks

HOMETOWN

Thorne Abbey is the ancestral home of the Thornes since the Anglo-Saxon era with its founder, Luxia Thorne, established a powerful castle guarded by walls full of thorny vines and pointy towers that are enchanted to repel bad-meaning visitors and intruders. At first it was Thorne castle, but with time, it was changed to 'abbey' to avoid drawing muggle attention. It's famous for its fierce warriors, draped in velvet, white and black walls, fiery members and astute matriarchs, although it all changed after the French Revolution and the beginning of the Regency Era, with Abel Thorne following the Prince Regent into his extravagant and hedonistic habits. The family would change their ideas again well after Eleanor's time.

BACKSTORY

Eleanor Marie Thorne was born on a snowy night of March in 1881, alongside her twin brother Marcellus, although they grew up differently, they had loyalty to one another and a sense of siblinghood, although they teased one another plenty.

Just like her mother, she was sorted into Slytherin and was made Prefect and Head Girl, achieving a flawless curriculum, being a quiet and friendly girl, but an overachiever. She was always brought along dinners and reunions with investors and tennants as well as her brother, and co-ran Thorne Abbey after their mother retired until her brother married and had a child of his own. Despite her being away in France, she kept advising her twin brother until they both stepped down as well.

MISC

As a very wealthy untitled lady, she was required to be equal to her titled counterparts, and thus learned the harp, pianoforte, singing and the violin. She was taught to fence, shoot to almost perfection, archery, horseriding and field games. She developed a great love for Parisian and royal fashion, to embroider, recite poems of the best writers from memory, as well as Latin, Greek, German and French.

She was one of the richest bachelorettes of the wizarding world, with nearly 25,000,000 galleons on her dowry alone.

She soon became a philantropist, and spent her fortune on enhancing her husband's branch of the Durand family with lavish portraits, generous donations to important charities, endear herself to the high society and was pen pals with several figures of the wizarding world, among them many Ministers of Magic, socialites, heroes,... anyone who was somebody had received Mrs. Durand's regards.

She was a fashionista through and through, always wearing the best designers, with her gorgeous, luscious and thick brown curls that could've rivalled Empress Sissi's long hair and was a fashion leader, always dressing for the House of Worth. Her great fashion sense would be passed down to her niece Enya and being a fashion icon would be mandatory within the House Thorne.

#hphl #hp victorian era #eleanor thorne #oc: marcellus thorne #the thorne family #thorne family #eris durand #dorne #eris x eleanor #oc profile #character sheet

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Conflict of Interest

[Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger | Rating: E | WIP/14k words so far]

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that your former law school rival, must be opposing counsel on the biggest case of your career. Or, overworked & underpaid nonprofit lawyer Hermione Granger v. trust fund nepo baby Draco Malfoy. Antics ensue. Dramione, legal drama.

Chapter 4: persona non grata (unwelcome person)

Hermione spent the entire weekend working on her Answer to Riddle’s Motion to Dismiss. She hadn’t worked this hard, especially not over the weekend, since law school. She had even called out of Flourish and Blotts on Saturday, something she did rarely and only when very sick. She had almost been tempted to use her alumni ID to talk her way into Hogwarts’ law library, just for a change in scenery. She’d spent three years amongst those shelves, pouring everything she had into her work. The dark wood tables, the wrought iron windows, the brass sconces, and the smell… especially the smell of those old, dusty books. It all came together to create her ideal work environment.

She’d always loved it there, despite how many of her long, frustrating nights studying and writing it saw. But ultimately, she stayed in her small apartment. She hadn’t wanted to waste time on the subway ride uptown.

She’d had a working outline before Riddle’s anticipated 12(b)(6) motion was even filed, anticipating likely arguments and countering them as well as raising her own as to why SLAG’s complaint stated a valid claim.

It had been almost two weeks since Riddle’s motion had been filed, and normally she would have filed her own days ago, but found herself utilizing all fourteen that the federal rules allotted between then and the deadline for her response. It was too close for comfort, and she knew that. And yet, she kept editing. And researching. And moving arguments around. No work product was ever perfect, but she was striving to get as close as possible. Caselaw was floating around in her head. Her brain was itching with frustration. Irritation clawed at the back of her neck. Her stomach hurt from the weekend’s steady diet of fried, greasy takeout and buckets of caffeine.

At some point yesterday she’d given up on the pretense of coffee, cracking open a can of her emergency stash of Pepper-Up—her law school energy drink of choice.

She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t feel like she had a lot to prove. If this was not something more than her wanting to do good at her job.

She was working on her first dispositive motion of the lawsuit, and Malfoy’s was good.

So at her kitchen island she sat, marinating in energy drinks and setting alarms on her phone to remind herself to get up and feed Crooks.

If the backlight of her laptop screen had started to make her eyes twitch… that was her business.

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The school tech and I were talking to our TA today about what she wants to do after graduation. She said she wanted to go into education, maybe ESE, so I mentioned that my alumni had a special program for education of the deaf and blind—“and the dorms have AC now and everything, so that’s awesome!”

They were like “…wut??”

So I had to give them the story of my College Dorm Adventure, which I knew was kind of bonkers but by their reactions I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m underestimating it by, like, an order of magnitude.

Some highlights:

Most of the school is housed in a Victorian-era hotel that looks like fucking Hogwarts. The dining hall had three story vaulted ceilings and Tiffany stained glass. The food was shitty though. Eating extremely shitty cafeteria mac n cheese under gilded frescoes was a funny experience.

The wiring was so old that some of it may have been there since the place was built…in 1888.

So yeah, no AC and also if you ran a blow dryer and a tv at the same time you could blow out the lights for an entire floor.

There was central heat, because the temps would get down into the teens in winter, but all the heat rose to the top floors because the insulation was ancient and because of all the secret passages (hold on a sec) so the upper floor rooms would be sweltering. So we opened the windows in the hall, let it get to like 40 degrees, and ran back and forth to thermoregulate like garden lizards

Oh yeah, the place was riddled with secret passages, because the dorm rooms were in the old hotel rooms, and there were the remains of old staircases that led to nowhere and chutes between rooms so the ye olde servants could move around unobtrusively. Some were boarded up. Some were not. Some were still used by maintenance so occasionally you’d hear their voices echoing in the walls.

That didn’t help with the whole “this place is hella haunted” thing

Because it was hella haunted.

Every day we had people dressed as pirates walking crowds past our windows giving lectures about how haunted it was. Housing Services occassionally had to issue memos telling all the freshmen that they couldn’t ask to move rooms anymore just because some upperclassmen told them their room had a ghost in it. (One of my rooms had a ghost in it but I didn’t figure that out until way later.)

The design of the dining hall meant that there were acoustic pockets where people 150 feet away could hear what you were saying because the sound traveled along the arched ceilings. This could cause gossip-type trouble, and also convincing-the-freshmen-that-the-ghosts-were-everywhere type trouble

Possibly more frightening: the school was tiny and most of the classrooms were in the same structure as the dorms so if you skipped class too many times and you lived on the ground floor, you could wake up to your professor peering in the window at you like “HEY, YOU GOOD???”

(The town was also tiny. One graphic design professor was known for going out drinking with groups of his seniors and getting hammered at the bars across the street, then the whole lot of them would end up sleeping it off on his office floor because why not?)

Supposedly you couldn’t go up to the 3rd floor ballroom because Aleister Crowley did seances up there and summoned demons so the floor was cursed and rotted. Crowley had indeed been a guest at the hotel. The floor was just structurally unsound because they hadn’t gotten enough grant money for the restoration job.

There were creepy carved cherubs EVERYWHERE, they were inescapable. One weekend the dollar theater down the street ran The Haunting and everyone freaked out and people were sleeping in the hallways for a while because they couldn’t deal with being stared at all night.

My sophomore year a raccoon or some sort of something got into one of the passages in the walls or ceiling adjacent to my room and died. The room was filled with death smell and flies for two weeks. Maintenance just shrugged at us about it and were like “Yeah that happens sometimes, we have no clue what’s in those walls, really.” My roommate at the time moved into a friends room that smelled better and I was left pretty much alone with a dead raccoon(?) and a raging bad case of unmedicated anxiety disorder. Luckily that was not also the room What Had The Ghost In It.

I lived there all 4 years because my friends and I insta-bonded and we all ended up living next door to each other and going everywhere in a pack. Also we liked the weird. And the ghosts.

#college #ghosts #and dead raccoons #my ramblings #I miss that town

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