happy birthday to harry james potter here’s some reasons why he always has been and always will be one of my favorite characters in all of fiction:
was treated like garbage his entire childhood and still has an inexhaustible capacity for love and forgiveness
u can talk shit abt him but if u talk shit abt his friends he’ll launch a brutal verbal tirade against u
god tier sense of humor. sarcasm level 100 never misses
bravest boy on earth??? this kid found out he had to DIE to get rid of some crazy ass evil dictator and literally walked stone cold to his own death to save everyone else??
let’s not forget he liked his lightning scar at first before he found out what it rly was :( he thought it was cool :(
unheard of emotional maturity for a teenager. instantly understood that ron was insecure abt being the youngest boy in his family and not having a lot of money and always tried to find ways to make him feel better abt it
had cute lil daydreams abt being the triwizard champion before he got forced into it for real
UNmatched bisexual energy, literally always sizing everyone up and declaring them attractive or monstrous, no in between
so so humble abt his talents and abilities yes but also SO arrogant abt his moral code. he said my moral compass is the correct one and i will follow that and ur rules and laws can truly eat my ass and honestly that’s so sexy of him
animals always like him 😔
literally BORN to wield power and not abuse it. boy destroyed the elder wand bc he liked his old one better
drinks his respect women juice every morning and every night before bed rmr when he got so righteously offended that hermione suggested he thought the prince couldn’t be a woman bc he didn’t think a woman could be that smart
also rmr when he choked out mundungus for stealing shit from grimmauld djebfjnwbfne
literally so stubborn that the imperius curse barely works on him lmaoooo
successfully used crucio to defend mcgonagall’s honor like?? ok king go off!!
just the best boy in the whole world. that’s all
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warning public sex, voyeurism, written at 3am, read tags
"smile for the camera." he coos as the click of a distant camera goes off. you whine and your hips buck uncomfortably against the cool wooden table a small group of boys had gathered, faces you'd seen in passing. his friends. maybe this had been a stupid idea. to let them watch him fuck you like a common whore in an abandoned classroom.
"Fred." your words slur as a whimper falls from your throat when his cock hits the perfect spot. "s'dirty."
"s'dirty?" he mocks your whines "you're a very dirty girl. you don't like the idea of dirty pictures of you getting fucked like a slut? you don't want to cum for them? "
you don't have to ask who them is, the array of greedy eyes staring you down is enough of a hint to who he's talking about.
"I do-," you babble quickly. "please let me cum."
he leans down, bottoming his cock in you, to whisper in your ear. "if you want to cum... you'd better smile for the camera, love. "
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thinking about angel!reader and maybe…demon hunter!harry (i was thinking abt demonrry, vampirerry, or even incubus!harry but i think demon hunter goes best). also thinking this would be a period fic, bear with me y’all fr. reader probably gets sent down to spy on harry for a while and make sure he’s doing his job thoroughly, something about harry having a difficult time tracking one specific demon down.
anyways, since you’re always watching harry, you obviously see a lot of shit go down including: a shit ton of demon killing, harry’s ridiculously boring night routine, and a lot of hookups with random men and women he meets at bars and brothels and whatnot.
poor reader, you’re beyond confused when you come back to watch harry through his little cottage window, only to see him kneeling in front of a woman, head trapped between her thighs as the woman squirms beneath him.
fast forward to after harry finally confronts you about following him (because obviously he’s known all this time, he’s not stupid) and you two end up forming an odd little friendship. you continue to watch harry from a distance though.
at one point, harry even put out a bowl of food on his windowsill for you (because even though angels don’t need to eat much, he oddly finds himself worrying about you). you knock on his door to return the bowl and he opens it, glancing at the empty bowl in your hand as you frown at him. “i’m not a stray dog that you put food at your doorstep for.”
“you ate it though.” “yes i ate it. it was my favorite kind of soup.”
cute.
anyways, one night it starts storming terribly, and you were shivering in the cold and dark rain until harry suddenly slapped a piece of paper against his window with the words, “stop being stubborn and come inside.” written in black chalk.
reluctantly, you end up going inside. harry makes you a cup of tea and sits you down in front of the fire he’s made with a cozy blanket. he sits on the other couch across the room, reading a book (something you’ve learned he loves to do) as you slowly sip your drink.
you finally break the silence, “harry?” “…hm.” you look over at him, but he doesn’t look up from his book. you then shift your body to turn to him.
“…what was it that you were doing to that woman that one night?” you’re hesitant as you speak, “the one you met in town.” harry’s lips twitch, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips. “the blonde haired woman?” he asks. you nod before speaking, “yes.”
harry still doesn’t bother to look at you. “i was pleasuring her.” he says. you tilt your head in interest. “with?” “my mouth.”
you nod, turning away from him and breathing deeply. you think about it, about the actions he’d explained, and you find yourself becoming hot and bothered but you blame the fire for the heat rising to your cheeks.
“…harry?” “hm.” “how…how does that work?” a few moments of silence pass and he sighs, flipping the page. “you have never been eaten out before?” you blink at the words, glancing toward him to see that he’s now looking at you from across the room. “n-…no…i’ve never heard of that before…” you frown in deep thought. “how…how do you do it?” he raises an eyebrow as you glance toward him again.
“how do I do it?” he’s suddenly standing up and walking over to you. you watch with wide eyes as he walks over to you, your cold hands subconsciously squeezing the mug in your hands.
“well… i usually have them lay back on whatever surface there is…preferably a bed.” his eyes are soft and shine from the fire light as he gazes down at you, finally stopping in front of your seat. “then i spread their legs…and most times i touch them first, to get them excited. then other times i just go in and take all they have to give”
you swallow heavily at his words, wide eyes locked on his face. “has no one really ever licked into you before? lapped up all your pussy has to give?” you take in a shaky breath, shifting beneath his gaze as he leans down to your eye level, hands on either side of your thighs, thumbs brushing against your soft skin. “n-no…and must you use such crude words?” you huff. “sorry princess. how about cunt?” your face drops. “that’s even worse.” his hands are now softly kneading your thighs and you softly sigh, legs subconsciously parting just a smidge more.
“okay…what about peach?” you think for a moment before nodding. “would you like me to lick your peach, princess?” you silently gulp, heavily blinking at him before hesitantly nodding. and god, with the way harry’s looking at you like he wants to devour you, you almost feel like one of the demons he preys on every night.
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