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Tysm for 90+ followers oml 😭❤️❤️ this means a lot to me seeing that I haven’t been writing for AGES. 90 people out of billions follow me that’s a lot!! Tysm again 😩✨

#almost 100 followers #omg #cool

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Tharn: I had a boyfriend once, and sometimes I can still hear his voice.

Type: we got married 7 hours ago, shut the fuck up.

#tharntype #omg i love this

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Tysm for the tag @norakelly even though idk who you are <3

I don’t listen to music from Spotify nor particularly western singers but if I had to choose:

1. Blackpink (are they rlly? I’m not sure)

2. Alec Benjamin

3. Conan Gray (my fav nowadays)

4. Taylor Swift

5. Ariana Grande

I won’t tag anyone specifically so whoever wants to reblog & share, feel free to do so :)

what are your top 5 artists according to statsforspotify? mine are

1. Hozier (obviously <33)

2. Arctic Monkeys

3. Mitski

4. Måneskin <33

5. The Neighborhood

tagging some mutuals bc i love seeing other people’s music taste @matthittseyeliner @kiwiwhorez @remusloopy @moonyneedschocolate @remuslupinslefttit @antoinetteweasley @enbysiriusblack @simpingforsiriusblack @sabalantsov @yungdumbandbroke

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Eternal Love Chap#01

Hey guys!! I’m back again with a fic idea long overdue. I hope this gets attention as I haven’t seen anyone do this idea yet. Every reblog and comment is appreciated!! <3 

Brickwall Cemetery wasn’t a very pleasant place to visit if anyone was to ask him. Many people buried their loved ones here just because the maintenance was good and the people who used to work here used to water the graves every time of the day.

They really didn’t.

He knew this because he came here every day, to pay respect to the ones he knew, even if he had seen them only for a minute.

His brain processed differently from others. His memory was too good.

If he could, he would gladly trade his soul to the devil, only if he took away his memory.

It wasn’t a blessing, but a curse. A curse that was put on him by people better not heard or seen of. A curse that woke him up at night, a curse that would make him think where they were. A curse that would make his feet come to this cemetery, even if he didn’t want to.

He hated this place; it was a nightmare, a reminder of what he was, and an alarm of his fate.

He really hoped the person never finds him. Never finds their fate but live on their lives, doing what their heart desires.

Well, the Balance never lived up to his expectations anyways did they?

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#shameless reblog

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I wish I could write as well as you @maraudersftw !! Shirtless James is my drug today I’m not kidding

Glazed Glory

Hello, friends! This is my tribute to Shirtless James Potter May, which is now definitely a Thing™

Dedicated to all my lovely Jily Discord buddies! And special thanks to @mppmaraudergirl @the-dream-team @constancezin and @blitheringmcgonagall for making this happen.

“YES!”

A screech tears from her throat, excited and giddy and decidedly drunk, as the small ping-pong ball lands neatly inside the cup of beer across the table. Her partner’s roar of triumph is followed by an enthusiastic slap of hi-five that has her reeling, the blazing heat of his palm rather delicious against her own.

Quite generously, he decides to bestow more of this warmth onto her person when he lifts her off her feet, mad and grinning, arms tight around her waist. His cheeks, ruddy from all the drinks he’s downed, accompanied by the dazzling brightness of hazel eyes, causes something to clench painfully inside her.

He’s just a mate. He’s just a mate.

“James!” she yells, half-laughing, fully breathless. “Put me down, you big buffoon.”

“We won! Again!” he grins, letting her feet touch the floor after another spin.

Before she can so much as inwardly lament on the loss of his comforting warmth, a pair of lips land on her cheek. Heart thundering, she forgets how to breathe, a reaction that is by no means justified given the sloppy, open-mouthed, intoxicated nature of the kiss.

A kiss that is not even a kiss because it leaves her lips feeling petulantly ignored.

“You…are fucking brilliant, Evans,” James slurs, entirely oblivious to what he’s just gone and done. She can only stare at him with poorly-hidden surprise, face blazing, warmer and warmer by the second.

“Er, thank you,” she sputters eventually, immensely grateful that everyone around them seems too drunk to pay their little interaction any mind.

“Another game!” James announces.

But she can’t; it’s impossible now.

“I think I’m done for the night,” she tells him, fingers brushing over his arm apologetically. “I’ve had too much to drink already.”

“WHAT?” he shrieks, betrayed, glasses sliding off nose. “You can’t ditch me now, Evans! We’re this close to being named The Hogwarts Beer Pong Champions.”

“Winning the Quidditch Championship wasn’t enough for you?” she laughs, hands rising above her head to point at the banners and streamers dangling from the common room ceiling.

“Oh yeah,” he blinks, grins blindingly. “I’d almost forgotten about that. Next year is going to be even more amazing. We’re going to win all the matches!”

“I have full faith.”

James smiles, triggering that annoyingly familiar tumble in her stomach. “You sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’m sure. Why don’t you ask Sirius? He’s probably withered away to ash without you by now.”

“Good call,” he says, instantly cupping his palms around his mouth. “Padfoot! Up for a round?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

She saunters over to the drinks table as Sirius walks by to take her place, casually ruffling her hair as he passes by. “What’s the damage, Evans?”

She makes a show of observing James. “Mm, five shots from blackout.”

“Excellent. Gotta bring that down to one.”

“All the best.”

Sirius adopts a ridiculously fierce expression as he joins James, facing off against two fifth-years. “Let’s take them down, Prongs!”

She chuckles quietly at the silliness, fingers pulling out a bottle of butterbeer despite her previous proclamations of having had enough alcohol for the night. With some sensible distance yawning open between her and the stupidly affectionate Quidditch captain, oxygen is easier to draw inside. She sighs, chilling the bottle with a quick wave of wand.

With sixth-year coming to an end, she feels the significance of everything the past year has brought to her life rather tremendously, but especially on the James Potter front. While being his friend has been an experience she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world—well, it’s also a lie, because there is one thing she would trade it for: being more than his friend.

But she worries, quite justifiably, that they’ve already crossed a phase too many in such a short span of time to tease at their dynamics any more. There’s a strange fluttering in her chest every time her eyes land on crazy hair and goofy grins that she knows certainly aren’t friendly reactions though.  

She’s distracted from her thoughts by a sudden wave of excited hoots that ring out through the room. Curiosity piquing, she twists around to spot the fuss, eyes immediately flying to the beer pong table because there’s no doubt that that’s where the eye of the storm lies.

At the sight, the bottle of butterbeer almost slips from her fingers.

James stands, eyes even more glazed than before, crooked grin splitting over his face, bursting with laughter as he chest bumps Sirius. And if she hadn’t already noticed it before (she most certainly had) the action draws her gaze to his very sweaty, very bare chest, no doubt the target of the still ringing catcalls. She watches, mouth completely dry as the muscles in his abdominals ripple with movement when he runs a hand through his hair. It’s almost as if her ogling registers on his radar, because half a second later, James is looking at her.

She immediately lifts the bottle to her lips, hiding the awe-struck expression behind tinted glass. Fuck, was he fit! She’d guessed as much, of course; it was impossible not to when she hugged the boy as often as she did, but knowing and seeing, it turned out, were vastly different things.

“Lily!” he slurs, tongue rolling over the name as he walks over. “We trounced them. Did you see?”

“I think Evans was rather occupied with seeing something else,” Sirius smirks, the look he throws her entirely too knowing.

She takes another swig, unable to reply, unable to breathe, unable to think with James standing so close. The heat rolls off of him in waves, as sweltering as the fireplace in the room. To make matters worse, he raises his hand, swipes a thumb over her cheek. “You’re so red.”

She mumbles something unintelligibly while Sirius snickers.

“Sorry?”

“I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed.”

And before either of them can protest, she chugs the rest of the beer and all but bolts from the party, heart pounding mercilessly in her ears. She almost makes it to the third step of the girl’s staircase before a hand wraps around her wrist, the warmth of the touch telling her enough. “James,” she sighs, turning around.

“Are you mad at me?” His brows pull together, sweat dripping from his hairline, down the side of his face, over that strong neck to pool into the hollow of his collar bone. She swallows, wondering if it would look too weird if she reaches up and licks it away.

Probably.

“No,” she wheezes.

He steps closer, makes it worse. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

She looks at him then—of course, she does—and something like adoration bursts inside her. “I’m not mad at you, James. You’re just too distracting right now.”

“What?”

Some remnant of Gryffindor courage has her reaching forward, placing a palm over his chest. She feels it, right beneath her skin, when the beat of his heart alters rhythm. “You’re quite shirtless, if you haven’t noticed.”

A rush of breath tickles the top of her head.

“Lily,” James breathes, fingers drifting to her waist, and when she catches his eye again, the look in them has changed wholly. Any previous glaze is wiped clean, replaced by some brightness that wars with the expanding darkness of his irises. “Will you—”

“Wait!” she says, almost moaning when his fingers squeeze her hip. “Not like this. Not now. We’re drunk.”

“I—” he looks down, eyes on her mouth, and she thinks he’ll lean forward anyway, kiss her anyway, fuck it all. It isn’t until he sighs, deep and resigned, that she realizes she wouldn’t have minded. “Yeah, alright.”

“James.”

“Yeah?”

She smiles, slow and confident, because now she knows, and leans forward to brush her lips over his cheek. The hints of stubble feel delectably coarse against her mouth, and even more so when he groans somewhere at the back of his throat. She pulls back sluggishly, weak in the face of her own want. “Ask me later,” she whispers.

James watches dazedly as she takes a step back, then another. Eventually, he finds his smile. “I’ll hold you to that, Evans.”

“You’d better.”

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One HP fanfic cliche I can’t stand is when a fanfiction has Ron act all upset and betrayed when Harry starts dating Ginny. Like, did we read the same books? Ron was the original Hinny shipper! Remember his reaction to hearing that Ginny broke up with Michael Corner? 

“Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,” he said, prodding his queen forward toward Harry’s quivering castle. “Good for you. Just choose someone — better — next time.” 

He cast Harry an oddly furtive look as he said it.

— Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 38 - The Second War Begins.

Ron, I love you, but you ain’t fucking subtle.

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My Jily heart cannot take this fluffiness😩🥺

art request?? lily running into james' arms and kissing him after gryffindor wins a quidditch match?

Uhh i tried :)

#jily #jily art #so fluffy #please oml

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I’m so sorry I can’t help donating but the least I can do is reblogging and sharing it all around. Anyone who can help them out, please do.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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hey do you have a tumblr

no sorry

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Eternal Love Chap#01

Hey guys!! I’m back again with a fic idea long overdue. I hope this gets attention as I haven’t seen anyone do this idea yet. Every reblog and comment is appreciated!! <3 

Brickwall Cemetery wasn’t a very pleasant place to visit if anyone was to ask him. Many people buried their loved ones here just because the maintenance was good and the people who used to work here used to water the graves every time of the day.

They really didn’t.

He knew this because he came here every day, to pay respect to the ones he knew, even if he had seen them only for a minute.

His brain processed differently from others. His memory was too good.

If he could, he would gladly trade his soul to the devil, only if he took away his memory.

It wasn’t a blessing, but a curse. A curse that was put on him by people better not heard or seen of. A curse that woke him up at night, a curse that would make him think where they were. A curse that would make his feet come to this cemetery, even if he didn’t want to.

He hated this place; it was a nightmare, a reminder of what he was, and an alarm of his fate.

He really hoped the person never finds him. Never finds their fate but live on their lives, doing what their heart desires.

Well, the Balance never lived up to his expectations anyways did they?

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The weather was drizzly, a bit moody and lots of rain. Sirius never liked the rain, not really. It was very grey and Sirius has had enough grayness in his life already. No rainbows, no sunshine and daisies. Just lots of rain and lightning.

“Hey Dog! Get off me!” he grumbles, as his puppy jumps on him, licking his face and wagging his tail.

“No. I cannot for the life of me take you out now! It’s raining, look outside!”

The puppy, as if he understands him, looks at the window and his tail droops.

“You never take me outside! May I remind you how many times I’ve saved your life you dumbass?” the puppy says, suddenly standing up and transforming into a grown man.

Looking at the two of them, some might think they’re strangers. But really, they were blood brothers. Same long, wavy hair, the same hollow cheekbones and chapped lips. The only difference were there eyes, while Sirius had grey, starry eyes, Regulas’ were icy blue, with a hint of green in them.

“Come on brother, let’s go outside. Trust me; rain isn’t as bad as it looks.”

Sirius in turn pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. “Goddamn it Reg don’t you get the point? I don’t want to take you outside!”

“I’m not telling you to take me, just get out of this bloody apartment for once!” he glanced up at the ceiling. “Is that a pancake stuck up there?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s it! We’re going outside to get groceries and visit Lily.”

Sirius tapped his feet. “Make me.”

Regulas grinned, “You mean I should kiss you? Surely brother, mother will love the-“

“OKAY OKAY STOP.”

Two minutes later, they had loads of shoppers in their hands, hair wiped back from their foreheads because of them getting wet in the rain. Another five minutes later, Lily’s house came into view, with her messy garden and golden lanterns hanging around the house.

“We should knock before we go inside.”

“Why? True gentlemen are you.”

“We’ll see who the gentleman is when we go outside without knocking and see the both of them snogging each other like their life depend on it.” Regulas retorted, looking at Sirius deadpan.

He held up his hands. “True, I have too good of a memory, that would be traumatic.”

“Trust me, I know from experience.” His brother said as he knocked smartly.

“Come in!” her voice sounded from inside the house.

They entered the house, which was more like a mansion, and dropped their grocery bags on the floor.

“Sirius and Regulas together, what a pleasant surprise.” Lily said, clapping her hands together and hugging the brothers in turn. They stooped awkwardly, seeing as both of them were taller than Lily, Sirius 5’9 and Regulas 2 inches taller, but still returned her hug just as warmly.

“I had to drag him here.” Regulas said, pointing at his brother. Lily tutted, getting out a juice box from the fridge and pouring them a glass each.

“Has someone been a bad boy today?” a hand smacked him on the head, ruffling his hair along it today.

“Hey! Tell your husband to behave.” Sirius said, standing up and ruffling his hair back.

“You handle him; it’s your turn to babysit today.”

“Hello guys? I’m not a baby, a full grown man.” He winked at lily, “as she knows.”

The boys pretended to vomit together, causing James to snort. “Anyways, what brought you here today?”

“Wanted to get Sirius out of that hole-“

“It’s a mansion asshole.”

“As I was saying, Padfoot was grieving the death of an old woman who he had seen about,” he pondered for a second, “46 years ago.”

“You still remembered her?” James asked.

“Yeah, she was wearing a yellow sundress with black sunglasses that had two small hearts on them. Going to meet her boyfriend for a date.”

“I sometimes pity your memory Padfoot.”

“Me too Prongs, believe me. Let’s exchange our curses?”

“No way! Looking at ghosts is better than remembering them.”

“Lily?”

“Getting water on me whenever I curse is better than memories.”

His last option, he turned towards Regulas. “Fuck off.” He rolled his eyes as he slurped his juice.

Only, Sirius believed that if given a chance, his brother would actually exchange his curse with him. Regulas was actually given the worst curse of them all, excluding Sirius, and including the whole Instable. Knowing what he had done in his past life, which had earned him this life.

He had never told anyone, living with the guilt himself. Sirius didn’t know how he bore with it, as he himself had problems existing.

Sirius never had a past life, seeing as he was living on from the time he had been created from sand.

The only thing he was sure of, that the Balance were sending a very difficult obstacle his way, which would only result in regret and heartbreak.

He sighed. The only thing he wanted to know was the gender of the lover.

He really wished it was a him.

#wolfstar #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar prompt #remus x sirius #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #new prompt #immortal sirius #mortal remus #with a twist #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction

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“Just... just talk to me. Please.” from the prompt list for jily pls 💜

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! I’m so sorry about this!

Different

“So, be honest, do you feel different?” 

Lily paused to consider the question. It was difficult to tell how she felt at this precise moment, with her face pressed against James’ naked torso. She couldn’t decide if she felt elated, exhausted, or completely ordinary. 

“I think not,” Lily decided, “in the best way. Not different, just happy. Being here with you feels completely natural.” 

James nodded as he smoothed her hair with his hand. “I feel the same way.” 

Lily couldn’t help but notice a hint of disappointment in his voice. “What,” she asked in a goading voice as she turned to look up at him, “Were you hoping I’d say you’ve changed me forever?” 

“No!” James flushed, “of course not! I just meant-” 

“You just meant that you hoped that you, James Potter, and your magic cock, turned me into a brand new woman? A wild, untamed nymphomaniac?” Lily grinned wickedly, “Well, I’m sorry Potter, but I’m afraid you’re stuck with boring old Lily.” 

“Shut it,” James grinned as he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head, “you know that’s not what I meant. And you know I hate that word.” 

“What, cock?” 

James winced. “Stop it.” 

Lily pressed on. “No, really, why do you hate the word COCK?” 

“Stop!” James cried, but she could tell that he bit back a smile, “I just don’t like it, alright? Can’t you say something a bit more...I dunno, romantic?” 

She snorted. “Romantic? Like what?” 

“Like…” James paused to think, “how about ‘member’?” 

Lily burst out laughing.

“No good?” James grinned down at her.

“Terrible!” She gasped, “where on earth did ‘member’ come from?” 

“We caught Pete reading this muggle romance novel in fourth year,” James gestured towards Peter’s dresser where the book was surely hidden, “we used to make him perform whole passages out loud. It started out as a joke, but there was actually some pretty sexy stuff in there.” 

Lily sighed and buried her face deeper into his side. “You lot are too close.” 

“You’re telling me.”

Lily laughed again. She suddenly became very aware of how her breath bounced off the surface of his skin. She’d always thought that James was fit, even when she couldn’t admit it to herself. But when she returned for her last year of Hogwarts she noticed something had changed about him over the summer. 

He’d come back for his seventh year taller and broader than ever. Later he told her that he’d spent the whole summer practicing quidditch in preparation for his final year as captain, and his work had certainly paid off. She could feel every muscle beneath his skin, could trace the lines of his veins down his forearms and into his hands. His large, broad hands. The hands of a full-grown man. 

A full-grown man capable of making his own decisions, having sex, and even fighting in a war. 

So what did that make her?

“Hey,” James whispered as he squeezed her side gently, “are you alright?” 

Lily jumped. She had been so lost in thought that she almost didn’t notice the tear that sat, unshed, in the corner of her eye. 

“I’m fine,” she answered in her cheeriest voice. It was true, she was fine, wasn’t she? How could she not be fine? She was wrapped in the arms of the person who made her happier than anyone else in the world. Not only that, she refused to be the girl who got weepy after sex. 

James stiffened. “You’re not...I dunno,” he began awkwardly, “do you regret it? Did I hurt you? Blimey, Lily, I’m so sor-”

“Please don’t say you’re sorry,” she cut in desperately, “it’s nothing like that at all. I don’t regret it in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually,” 

“Oh,” James breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. I mean, if you did ever regret it, or if you don’t want to do it ever again, that’s totally, completely okay. I never want to pressure you-” 

“Will you stop?” She hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but she had to pull him out of his spiral “I’m sorry, you’re very sweet. But it’s not about the sex.” 

“Okay, then what is it?” 

Lily bit her lip. “You’ll think I’m mad.” 

“Nah,” James hugged her more tightly into his side, “never. I always want to know what you’re thinking. Just... just talk to me. Please.” 

Lily let out a shaky breath. She willed herself to keep her cool, to not explode all over the poor boy. How could she even begin to explain?

“I just thought… Well, we’re adults, aren’t we?”

James was quiet. She unstuck her cheek from his side so that she could look at him properly. He gazed down at her with a mix of concern. “Well, yeah, Lil. We have been for a year now.” 

“No, not like that,” Her frustration only added to her dizzying mix of emotions, “I mean we’re proper adults. In a few months, we’ll have real responsibilities. We’ll be members in the Order, risking our necks for the war. All of this,” she gestured weakly around the room, “will be over in a flash. I just don’t know if I’m ready for everything to change.” 

James nodded. There was something in his expression that she hadn’t seen in a long time. Heartbreak, maybe, or fear. Something that told her in that instance that he knew exactly how she felt. 

“I’m not ready,” he admitted slowly, “I know I’m not. I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface here. We spent six years getting to this point, building up to some sort of rite of passage, and then it all just disappears? I mean, you and I have only just started, and now we’re going off to fight a war? It’s mad!” 

“Completely mad!” Lily agreed. He was saying everything that had lurked at the back of her mind for weeks now. 

“But, on the other hand,” he said as his chest puffed out slightly. The way it always did before an exam or a big quidditch match. “You and I both know that neither of us would have it any other way. It’s not comforting, exactly, and I’m sorry for that. But we’ll still be exactly where we belong, even when we leave this place.” 

Lily realized that the space between her cheek and James’ chest was wet. Damn it. She was a weeper after all. 

“You’re right,” she smiled weakly at James, “that isn’t comforting.”

James laughed and hugged her tighter. He planted a light kiss on the top of her head. “We’re going to be alright,” he whispered into her hair.

Lily hummed her agreement into his side. They’d be alright, in the end. Just different. 

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By millions of people, I meant it metaphorically, not like he literally killed all of the population.

We all know the dark fact, even though it wasn’t directly mentioned in the books, that his mother raped his father. Yeah he’s a psychopath.

But that’s literally not my point.

My point here is that he was literally a monster and people really don’t see him like that, just like some normal villain. Before we are introduced to the first HP book, we know that the war was bloody and murderous and depressing.

Why?

Voldemort.

It’s just that not everyone takes him this seriously so I just wanted to remind them

So this came into my mind like right now idk why but I had to get it out.

Some people in the Harry Potter fandom don’t realise how fucking cruel Voldemort actually is. He killed millions of people, thousands of family, thousands of warriors. But the jokes I see on the Internet, makes him look like a normal fairytale character who could be killed with just a simple sword. NO. Absolutely no. Voldemort was a literal monster who did not spare even the ones who were loyal to him, killed people in a blink of an eye.

Fans write Tom Riddle fanfics. And that’s perfectly fine, no one should have absolutely no problem with it, but isn’t the fandom just weird? They make it seem as if he had no choice but to become a killing machine, who wanted to wipe out the wizarding world.

Again, some would sympathise, how he was an orphan, and thought his mother was weak, and knew his father was a jerk.

Guess who else was an orphan who lived with his abusive family for like 11 years before he knew he was someone?

Harry. Harry Potter.

He had the choice to choose evil or good. Just like Draco did. Just like Snape did.

They all had a choice and they all got what they deserved, based on what they chose.

Again to the point I was saying (I got distracted sorry oops). Voldemort was a monster, a snake, the devil who wanted nothing else than to rule, become king. So saying that Umbridge was worse than Voldemort is not a proper point. Umbridge was worse emotionally, while Voldy murdered and slaughtered people.

Fans don’t realise that if Harry hadn’t survived, or let’s say in an alternate universe, Neville didn’t, Voldemort would never, never stop his assassination.

The point of this long ass paragraph was that Voldemort was not someone to be taken lightly, and Dumbledore rightfully raised Harry for a good cause, and he shouldn’t get any hate.

(I didn’t get everything in here I’m sorry my thoughts are jumbled up)

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So this came into my mind like right now idk why but I had to get it out.

Some people in the Harry Potter fandom don’t realise how fucking cruel Voldemort actually is. He killed millions of people, thousands of family, thousands of warriors. But the jokes I see on the Internet, makes him look like a normal fairytale character who could be killed with just a simple sword. NO. Absolutely no. Voldemort was a literal monster who did not spare even the ones who were loyal to him, killed people in a blink of an eye.

Fans write Tom Riddle fanfics. And that’s perfectly fine, no one should have absolutely no problem with it, but isn’t the fandom just weird? They make it seem as if he had no choice but to become a killing machine, who wanted to wipe out the wizarding world.

Again, some would sympathise, how he was an orphan, and thought his mother was weak, and knew his father was a jerk.

Guess who else was an orphan who lived with his abusive family for like 11 years before he knew he was someone?

Harry. Harry Potter.

He had the choice to choose evil or good. Just like Draco did. Just like Snape did.

They all had a choice and they all got what they deserved, based on what they chose.

Again to the point I was saying (I got distracted sorry oops). Voldemort was a monster, a snake, the devil who wanted nothing else than to rule, become king. So saying that Umbridge was worse than Voldemort is not a proper point. Umbridge was worse emotionally, while Voldy murdered and slaughtered people.

Fans don’t realise that if Harry hadn’t survived, or let’s say in an alternate universe, Neville didn’t, Voldemort would never, never stop his assassination.

The point of this long ass paragraph was that Voldemort was not someone to be taken lightly, and Dumbledore rightfully raised Harry for a good cause, and he shouldn’t get any hate.

(I didn’t get everything in here I’m sorry my thoughts are jumbled up)

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Prompt#34(Fluff): “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.” 

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Ginny’s boyfriend had gone on a trip again. She knew it was to earn money and support them as a family. Not that they were exactly family now, they would be soon. She knew he was doing it all for her but she didn’t want him to go every two weeks. It made her feel lonely and sad even though he was only gone for 2-3 days and she had her family living right next door, who tried to visit her every once in a while. It just wasn’t the same without Harry.

They FaceTimed every single day, and both recounted the events of the day. Ginny noticed how tired Harry looked, with his hair more messed up than usual and circles around his bright eyes. However, she said nothing, because she knew it was stress and could do nothing about it until he got here.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Was about to watch Netflix.” She answered, tossing a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth.

“Oh? Which one?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“Does it bother you?” he suddenly asked, his eyes meeting hers.

“About what?”

“That I’m gone every two weeks and don’t have enough time to spend it with you?”

She pondered. “No, I’m worried that you’ll find someone pretty like Cho Chang and ask her out.”

He shook his head vigorously, “Gin, you know I won’t do that, y-you know that don’t you?”

She laughed. “Hey,” she said stroking the screen where Harry’s face was in front of her, “I know that, I was just teasing you.”

He sighed. “Don’t give me a heart attack Ginny; I don’t have your kisses here to heal me.”

“When are you coming back? Wasn’t this your last day?”

He ran his hands over his face, “I-I’m so sorry but they extended it by two more days.”

She let herself breathe, and put a smile on her face. “No worries, I can survive without you a bit longer.”

He nodded, looking at her and suddenly his brows furrowed. “Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“Because it smells like you.” She answered simply, wrapping the sweater more tightly and hugging it for more emphasize.

“You miss me that much?” he said smirking but she noticed the soft tone in his voice.

“I miss you a lot, more than anyone. Even if it’s just for two days.” She admitted.

And then suddenly, the call was cut off and Ginny sat staring at the screen. What the hell happened?

Two hours later, she knew.

Two hours later, it was Harry and his sweet smell and him. Just him.

He was Harry and she loved him.

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Prompt List #1

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Prompt List #2

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

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Prompt #1 and #3 for Romione

Hi @rupalovegood !! I am immensely sorry for replying so late! I am kinda facing writer’s block so this took some time. I haven’t rechecked this nor did I know what I wrote but tried my best! Enjoy :)

Prompt#1: “I thought you knew.”

Prompt#3:  “ I can’t believe you’re back here.”

TW: swear words, mentions of death and drinking, i have never written angst before so first try oops

She sat down on the stool and looked at the mirror in front of her. Her cosmetics were right in front of her, ready to be used. However, she just took out a chapstick and some bobby pins from her drawer. She wound her hair in a tight bun and applied the very cherry product on her lips.

Hermione Granger was going on a party tonight. She was the guest of honor, and should have dressed up more nicely, and prettily. The gown was just on her bed, which her sister-in-law had bought for her.

“Ickle Ronniekins will love you in this! Trust me!” Ginny had forced, throwing the dress in her hands. Who could resist such a tempting offer? The gown wasn’t really that long, just a little bit above her toes, with a low neck from behind. It was red in color with a few flowers stitched on. Hermione had loved it and couldn’t wait to wear it.

However, today- just wasn’t the day.

She wore a simple suit that, really, people saw her in everyday.

So when the doorbell rang, the disappointment on Ginny’s face didn’t surprise her. She would not wear a fancy dress gown to a very formal and sophisticated party which the Ministry had hosted for congratulating her on her new job.

She quoted just that to Ginny.

“Mione! I swear to Merlin you won’t regret wearing it tonight, it’s going to make you feel different.”

She just shook her head and head outside where Harry was standing with his car. As soon as he saw her, he gave a short grin. She nodded and sat down.

Ginny and Harry shared glances and Hermione knew they were silently communicating about her.

“I would appreciate if we get to the party early, would they like the new Minister, and guest of honor, to arrive late on a party hosted for her? No, so get a move on Potters.”

She felt a bit bad, though really it wasn’t her fault. It was her stupid boyfriend’s fault dammit. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ginny packing a small box and wondered what she was taking along.

The party was really tedious, even for the guest of honor, who had hundreds of people coming and shaking hands with her, congratulating her on her new position, and how her special one was very lucky to have her.

“He’s perfectly capable on his own, doesn’t need anyone else to be lucky.” She snapped on a poor principal. “He is also the savior of the wizarding world and doesn’t need me to live.”

After a seeing that she had a few drinks, Harry came and led her to a side, gently pushing a drink into her hand.

“You’re taking this too hard Hermione stop.” He murmured. “Stop blaming yourself, he chose this on his own, you are not the reason.”

“But what if I am?” she said swaying slightly. “what if I am the reason he’s out there somewhere, and doesn’t want to come back to his horrible home, to his horrible girlfriend to the horrible place where his fucking brother died?” now she was almost screaming and people had started to stare.

“Hermione. You are the most wonderful person, and will make the most wonderful wife and mother. Trust me, Ron he, he did not-” he was cut off by Ginny who suddenly appeared. He nodded towards her and she took Hermione gently by the arm and towards the bathroom. There she wiped her face with some napkins. Then took out a ginormous box and applied some mascara, lipstick, a bit of silver eye shadow on the corners of her eyes and made her put on the red gown.

“Ginny, what the hell are you doing?” Hermione asked, still slightly groggy and drunk.

“We’re going to meet Ron.”

Her heart stopped as soon as the words touched her ears. “Ron? H-he’s here?” she stammered. “How the fuck do you know?” she demanded.

“That’s something I can’t tell you.” She smoothed down her dress and sprayed some perfume on her friend.

“There, as pretty as a rose.” She looked around, checking the bathroom stalls until she reached the last one. There, she shoved Hermione inside.

“But-“

“You know what to do.” She winked. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

There was a portal and Hermione wondered where the hell Ginny got it from. She stepped inside and was instantly met by blinking lights.

“What the actual fuck?” she swore, covering her face when-

“Hermione?”

This time, she actually thought she had died and entered Heaven.

Those weren’t blinding lights, there he was, all muscled and tall, with ginger hair and freckles, and-

Just Ron.

Her very stupid and lovable and noble boyfriend, the one who had suddenly disappeared from the surface of the Earth on 3rd July ‘1998, just after attending everyone’s funerals.

Now it was March.

They had spent a lot of time together, just the two of them, finally agreeing to their hearts. But then he had gone, leaving Hermione behind in the dust, coping on her own.

“I can’t believe you’re back here.”

She knew she had tears in her eyes now, and judging by Ron’s movements, he had seen them too. But she would not forgive him that easily, not so fast.

“Explain.”

He sighed and shuffled his feet, but still met her eyes. “I- I wanted a break. From all this, from the war, and the sorrow, and Mum crying, and Dad crying. From Fred’s shadow that occupied George every day. I wanted to run away from the smell of death, from the shadows of Riddle. It felt like he was still consuming me, controlling me, telling me that Harry was better than me.” He was full on crying now, for which Hermione’s heart ached, but still continued. “It told me that my parents wanted someone else, that I was cursed with always being the second choice. That I-I didn’t des-deserve you and-“

Hermione engulfed him, not allowing him to speak further. She was sobbing now, and the warmth of Ron was too much of a relief, and for a horrible second, she thought it was a figment of her thought, but the kisses on her head and neck said otherwise. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no I’m a wanker for leaving you here on your own. Even before Harry’s letters reached me, I was on my way here, to you. I promise I won’t leave you I-“

“I love you. You were never my second choice, and never will be.”

He pulled back in surprise, “What did you say?”

She rolled her eyes. “I thought you knew.”

“Please say it again.” He repeated, after they were in their bed, him drawing figure eight figures on her back.

“I love you.”

“Me too.”

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This is adorable omg

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley

FanArt by: @thathogwartsvibe (Instagram)

#ron weasley #harry potter