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Have you ever wanted to meet two people off a show or movie and then think, “I imagine them doing things together, so that would be awkward if I accidentally brought it up”???

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Draco: Potter look I got us friendship bracelets

Harry: those are handcuffs

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So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

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Me, lying on my death bed: I'd like to say something.

Doctor: but of course...

Me: Harry, however, had never been less interested in quidditch, he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

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In a conversation with Daniel Radcliffe, JK Rowling talked about Dumbledore being gay and how she HINTED about the relationship between him and Grindelwald being lovers in the book. I imagine since Harry Potter is a book series aimed at children, she probably thought it would be best to not mention it clearly and openly. But if that’s her style, i.e. HINTING about two men being lovers, then that alone should justify Drarry and how it makes so much sense and why it’s definitely real. If she did it with Grindeldore, then it’s very much possible that she also did it with Drarry but chose not to admit it because she probably thought that it would have a less favorable impression on the character(s) and the whole franchise. We already know that there are TOO MANY hints about it in the books AND in the movies as well. The theories also considerably add up. I don’t care if she tried to “debunk” it. She can debunk all she pleases. I don’t care about that epilogue, nobody does anyway. I don’t care if they removed that scene of Draco tossing his wand at Harry in DH just because it wasn’t written in the book. Drarry’s relationship and chemistry in the books and in the movies SCREAM sexual tension and love that’s trying to find its way. So she might try and say (or do) whatever to not make these two canon, but we Drarry shippers, we fucking know better.

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“Are you still cold?” Draco asked.

“I - no, I - ”

“Here. Open the cloak.”

Harry obeyed without thought and Draco stepped right up to him, his arms snaking around Harry’s middle and the smell of Fire Whiskey on his breath, and Harry instinctively wrapped the cloak around Draco’s back. Draco’s face was just inches from his, and he felt warmer already.

“I don’t think those things about you,” Harry admitted quietly, needing to say something, anything, to keep from losing self control when he had Draco pressed against him again. “The things you said before. I wanted to. It made it easier. But I knew I was just… lying to myself.”

- Mingling, Mistletoe and Misdeeds

This incredible art by @littlechmura ! <3

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draco: OH LOOK, IT’S SAINT POTTER! FAMOUS HARRY POTTER WITH THAT STUPID SCAR AND THAT RIDICULOUSLY RUFFLED HAIR AND THOSE NERDY-ASS GLASSES AND harry: shut up and kiss me

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In a conversation with Daniel Radcliffe, JK Rowling talked about Dumbledore being gay and how she HINTED about the relationship between him and Grindelwald being lovers in the book. I imagine since Harry Potter is a book series aimed at children, she probably thought it would be best to not mention it clearly and openly. But if that’s her style, i.e. HINTING about two men being lovers, then that alone should justify Drarry and how it makes so much sense and why it’s definitely real. If she did it with Grindeldore, then it’s very much possible that she also did it with Drarry but chose not to admit it because she probably thought that it would have a less favorable impression on the character(s) and the whole franchise. We already know that there are TOO MANY hints about it in the books AND in the movies as well. The theories also considerably add up. I don’t care if she tried to “debunk” it. She can debunk all she pleases. I don’t care about that epilogue, nobody does anyway. I don’t care if they removed that scene of Draco tossing his wand at Harry in DH just because it wasn’t written in the book. Drarry’s relationship and chemistry in the books and in the movies SCREAM sexual tension and love that’s trying to find its way. So she might try and say (or do) whatever to not make these two canon, but we Drarry shippers, we fucking know better.

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“We won the war,” they say.

Harry isn’t inclined to agree. How can they say that when former Death Eaters are still being persecuted, when their children are being outcasted for something out of their control?

He sees Draco Malfoy’s child, Scorpius, sitting in the front of the class, keeping to himself, and feels his heart break. He hears the jibes that the other students, his own students, throws at the poor boy, and it makes him angry. A punishment is enough for the offenders, he thinks, because they’re still young. They have time to learn. The parents, he knows, are the ones who won’t change. He sees it in their eyes, the way a haunted expression washes over and clouds their judgment. It’s frustrating to see that all his efforts didn’t change anything at all.

“I didn’t fight a war for this,” he wants to scream, “I didn’t risk my life just for another group to be discriminated against.”

“Why didn’t you marry Ginny?” they ask.

Harry’s tired of people asking. Molly’s a lovely person, the mother figure that he never had, but she doesn’t understand. Marriage wasn’t the answer, not at the time. He would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. He would flinch at the sight of a wand pointed at him, whether it is with good intentions or not, and would have to fight the urge to draw his own wand. His eyes would dart around a place, searching for exits, even if he knew it to be safe. For a time, his hand never strayed far from his holster, fingertips always in contact touch with the wand in case of an attack.

 Harry knew that he wasn’t stable, that he needed time, time alone, to heal his scars (if they ever did heal). Ginny wasn’t happy about that, not understanding his exact struggle, and thus they had to separate.

“I was broken,” he whispers softly, “I am broken. Can’t you see?”

“How can you forgive him?” they wonder.

Harry just does. Draco had apologized and offered to repay a Life-Debt, but Harry refuses. The past is in the past and there’s no use in dwelling on it. Draco had been young and he made all the wrong choices. Harry wasn’t going to fault him for doing what he thought was right. He’s just happy that Draco had changed, seeing the error in his ways.

It did, however, come as a surprise when Draco came to him after his classes had ended with flowers in hand. They had been talking more and more with Draco constantly checking up on Scorpius. It’s cute, Harry thinks, but he keeps that to himself.

“To apologize again?” Harry asks bemusedly. Draco hasn’t sent an apology gift in a while, but he couldn’t for the life of him think why Draco would get him flowers.

Draco shakes his head. “No.” His cheeks are dusted a light pink. “To ask you out on a date.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” he replies. “And to answer your question, how can I not?”

“You deserve better,” they patronize.

Harry’s response is quick and sweet.

“And, I got it.” He smirks and walks away to where Draco and Scorpius are waiting.

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How Drarry Came To Be

Draco: *on one of his Potter rants*

Blaise: Oh no

Draco: What

Blaise: You're in love with him

Draco: Ugh, as if! He's so annoying and his hair is always a mess and he always acts like he doesn't care and-

Draco: Well it's not like I lie awake at night thinking about him.

-Later that night-

Draco, lying wide awake in bed: Oh no

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me: *watches Harry Potter & Philosopher's Stone*

me: *sees Harry walking to the Sorting Hat*

me: please god let it be Slytherin this time and Harry will be able to fall in love with his little blonde katsudon much earlier

Sorting Hat: Gryffindor!

me: f U CK

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Doctor: you have one minute and twenty one seconds to live. Me:

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more of what i’m working on...

“Do you like to be eaten out, Dean?”

Dean doesn’t seem to have done anything but blush since he walked in the door. Because yeah, he’s loved it the few times it’s been done to him, but is always too shy to ask for it, even though sometimes he circles a wet finger around his hole and pretends it’s a tongue. Because Cas. “Y-yeah,” he stammers.

Cas kisses the inside of Dean’s knee, then settles himself on his belly, ignoring Dean’s leaking cock completely. Instead he spreads Dean’s cheeks and inspects him. Dean squirms under his eyes.

“Stay still,” Cas says, and Dean wills himself to just take Cas’s version of torture.

Cas must like what he sees, because his tongue flicks out and so fucking lightly touches Dean’s hole. It’s barely a touch at all, but Dean still gasps. Cas keeps doing that, just flicking across Dean’s hole with the softest of touches, until Dean starts to squirm again, trying to push his hips into Cas’s mouth.

“No, Dean,” Cas says, pulling away completely. “I told you not to move. If you can’t obey, then you don’t get what you want.”

Dean pants. Takes a handful of comforter in each hand and squeezes. “Ok,” he says. “Got it.”

Cas half-smiles and goes back down, this time trailing hot kisses from Dean’s knee to the crease of his thigh. The next kiss is directly to Dean’s hole, tongue coming out to lap at him. It takes everything Dean has not to push against the touch. “Good,” Cas murmurs.

Dean shivers from the praise and hopes Cas doesn’t count that as moving.

Cas’s tongue slides over his hole fully now, pressing it flat and licking from his crack up to the beginning of his balls, and Dean lets out a little whine. He hopes that doesn’t count as moving either, because he doesn’t think he could control his voice even if he wanted to.

“Good,” Cas says again, sliding his tongue back to Dean’s hole and just circling, a tease and not at all what Dean wants.

“Fuck, Cas,” Dean says.

Cas’s teeth scrape ever-so-gently over him and Dean arches up, crying out.

“No,” Cas says, pulling away. “What did I tell you?”

“To stay sill,” Dean whispers.

“What did you just do?”

“Moved.”

Cas tilts his head, just staring at Dean. “Do you think you deserve my mouth, Dean?”

“Please, Cas,” Dean says.

Cas leans over and bites the inside of his thigh, hard enough that there might be teeth marks in the morning. Dean barely manages to keep from pulling away and instead takes the little bit of pain.

“Please what?”

“Please lick me.” Dean blushes while he says it, but he wants so fucking badly.

Cas slides his hands down the inside of Dean’s thighs. “I don’t think so,” he says. “I think you need my cock in your mouth again.” Dean starts to move, but Cas grips one of his thighs and says, “Don’t move.”

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Now's A Good Time To Give In

Here’s a little smutty wing!kink I wrote for one of my favourite humans @destielmixtape - happy belated Valentine’s day ;)

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Castiel couldn’t put it off any longer.

He’d tried not to give in too often to these desires, these urges, but the longer he was on Earth; the more time he spent in this vessel (a vessel that was now well and truly his;) the more time he spent straddling that line between angel and human; the harder it was to repress.

Castiel was not used to wanting, and yet, here he was.

He wanted Dean.

He’d been in love with Dean for years now, although it had taken him some time to really comprehend what exactly it was that he felt. Angels experienced feelings so differently than humans, after all, and with much less weight. It was foreign, it was powerful, it was confusing…. It was love. He’d fallen in love, like a human, and he felt fundamentally changed because of it.

He’d never tell Dean, of course; there was always a mission, always work to be done, always someone or something that needed saving. Besides, though Castiel was in appearance a human male, in actuality, he was a wavelength of celestial intent - in short, he was not a creature the hunter could ever love, not in that way.

He’d accepted this.

But the more Castiel entangled himself in human affairs, the more Castiel began to think like a human, reason like a human, feel like a human… and today, Castiel wanted Dean. Badly.

They’d been hanging out in the garage, Dean teaching Cas how to change the oil on a vehicle and do a pre-trip inspection (Castiel had, of course, already committed to memory the car manual that he’d been given when he’d purchased his Lincoln Continental, but Dean had offered, and Cas hadn’t been able to refuse.)

It became very obvious very quickly that agreeing to this was a mistake.

Dean’s tshirt fit him entirely too snugly, for one; and it rode up when he leaned into the engine or lifted the hood; the air was warmer than usual today, and with Castiel’s angelically-heightened senses, he could smell Dean’s sweat and musk… Castiel could feel himself becoming aroused, and he squirmed uncomfortably in his pants and trenchcoat, shifting them to camouflage his burgeoning erection, angling his body out of Dean’s line of sight.

“Cas, buddy, you alright?” Dean frowned, wiping his hands on a rag. His green eyes were bright and concerned. Dean’s tongue peeked out to lick his plump lips and Castiel jerked back sharply.

Every fantasy Castiel had ever had about the hunter came rushing to the surface. Bending Dean over the hood of the Impala, taking him in the backseat, dropping to his knees in front of him… exploring his body with hungry hands and eyes and mouth… No, indeed. He could not put it off any longer.

“Excuse me,” Cas said awkwardly, his voice unnaturally deep. “I need to leave.”

He hurried out of the garage, cursing himself in Enochian, fumbling to keep his trenchcoat pulled out in front of himself, leaving a perplexed Dean in his wake.

Castiel needed relief from this- this wanting, this yearning. He needed release. He supposed what he really needed was Dean, but he couldn’t have him. He desperately wanted to touch him, he craved it, but he knew he wasn’t permitted the luxury. He would give in, then, just this one time, to his base human urges, and touch himself. He had to.

Castiel swept into his barely-used bedroom, trembling, closing the door tight behind himself. He could feel how hard he’d gotten just from knowing that he was going to indulge in this forbidden pleasure, and suddenly his clothes, his human body, all of it felt like a hindrance. If he was going to give in to temptation, he was going to really go for it.

His blue eyes scanned the room- it was small, but he’d be careful; he could keep them contained- it would feel so good to let them out, after all, just this once…

He stripped himself down quickly, moaning at the friction of his pants and underwear sliding off his aching dick, and when he was completely naked, he closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of the bunker air on his exposed human body. Tilting his head back, he wrapped his hands around himself, tugging lightly, and allowed his wings to manifest and stretch.

It was a tight squeeze. Cas had to keep them slightly tucked as his wingspan was much greater than the room was sized, but the taste of freedom felt good nonetheless. The dusky black feathers seemed to shimmer with each slight movement- his wings were quivering with anticipation, with pleasure (and perhaps a little from disuse- the recovery from the fall had been slow indeed, and they were still nowhere near up to flight, but at least their appearance was almost back to normal.)

Careful not to knock into anything, Cas quickly fumbled through his dresser drawers for the small bottle of lube he’d tucked away for stolen moments like this and coated his hands generously, sighing in relief when he slid himself tightly against his slick palms.

There were definitely perks to a human vessel.

He gave a few slow thrusts, imagining himself deep inside the hunter, imagining that Dean wanted him too, wanted him like this. It felt so good- Cas squeezed his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip, working himself harder, faster. He could feel his feathers fluff and stiffen, jolted by the sensations he was experiencing in his vessel. It was always better this way, allowing himself to feel pleasure both as an angel AND a human- it was like setting both dials to ten, and then combining them together.

“Dean,” Cas groaned, letting his head fall back. He let the name fall from his mouth as he felt himself getting swept further along, his wings swaying gently, dragging on the floor. “Ohhhh… god, Dean…” he ground out once more, when suddenly he heard a sharp intake of breath that was not his own.

Cas’ eyes flew open in panic; Dean stood in the doorway, mouth open, gaping at the sight of a naked Castiel, standing legs apart in the middle of the room, with his slick hands wrapped around his dick, dark wings stretched out to occupy most of the space.

“Shit! Fuck! Cas, I’m - I’m sorry!” Dean stammered eloquently, shielding his eyes and stumbling back towards the door.

“Dean!” Castiel gasped, instantly filled with shame. He looked for his clothes; where had they ended up? Frantically he wrapped his wings around himself to hide his nudity. He could feel hot tears pricking at his eyes, and in humiliation he blinked them back, horrified that he’d been so careless as to leave the door unlocked. Dean had seen- Dean had heard- surely Dean would kick him out now, wouldn’t he? Dean would want him gone, Castiel would be homeless once more, he’d ruined everything…

“Dean,” Cas choked, “I’m so- I’m so sorry- please… you- I never meant- I’m… I’m…” Unable to adequately express his regret and embarrassment, his gravelly voice trailed off in frustration.

“You’re… beautiful,” Dean said quietly from the door. He still had a hand over his eyes.

Cas froze. He must have heard wrong. He waited, still as a statue, not even breathing.

“I mean, it, Cas,” Dean continued gruffly. The tips of his ears were bright red, but he persevered. “You… wow. You are fucking gorgeous.”

Very carefully Castiel sucked in a breath, still not daring to move.

“You were thinking about me?” Dean asked, his voice a little hoarse now. He swallowed hard. “I- I heard you. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Cas. It’s… it’s okay. Better than okay. It’s… I- I like that.”

“You do?” Castiel blurted out in shock, unable to help himself.

Dean hesitated. “I think about you too, you know. That way.”

Cas felt a shiver through his wings.

“Can I… Can I put my hand down now? I’m not gonna… You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Dean repeated. “It’s me.” The hunter hadn’t moved from the doorway, but he did look a little ridiculous with a palm covering half his face while he talked with Castiel. “Please, Cas… let me look at you.”

Cas trembled. “I- yes. Okay. Fine.” He was nervous. Since when did angels get nervous?

Slowly, Dean lowered his hand and then opened his eyes, gazing in wonder through thick lashes at Castiel’s form. Dark, feathered wings were still visible and wrapped around Cas, concealing most of his body.

“Cas?” Dean asked softly, and with a jolt Castiel realized that Dean seemed aroused. His pupils were larger than normal, the irises a darker green… Cas could tell Dean was breathing a little more heavily, his heart beating a little faster…

Without thinking, Cas opened his wings, let them occupy as much space as they could, and stood there hesitantly before Dean, totally exposed.

Dean stared, and stared. “Gorgeous,” he repeated breathlessly, clearly affected by the sight in front of him. “Can I- can I touch them?” He winced, almost as though he were afraid it was an offensive question.

“Yes,” Cas breathed, still trembling.

At the first brush of Dean’s fingers, Cas had to bite his lip to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape him. Wings weren’t anything sexual, not to an angel, anyway; to an angel, nothing was sexual… And yet having Dean’s skin make contact with his feathers was one of the most erotic things Cas had ever felt. The feathers were just so receptive to human touch- Cas had never tested this theory before- and the fact that the human was Dean! Cas felt himself hardening once more and he struggled to remain composed.

“You like that,” Dean said quietly. It was more of a statement than a question, and Dean smirked in pride as he stroked once more and watched Cas slowly come undone.

“Yes,” Cas gasped, embarrassed, but unable to do anything about it.

“What about when I touch here?” Dean whispered, his hand travelling to palm the top of Cas’s right wing.

“Yes…”

“And here?” This time Dean swept his hand low, catching the shorter feathers at the bottom.

“Ohh…” Cas moaned. “Y-yes.”

Dean’s breath hitched. “How about here?” he murmured huskily, sliding his hands up to Castiel’s hips.

With a feral growl, Cas’s wings swept around to Dean’s back and pushed Dean into the angel’s waiting arms. Cas felt his heart thud and knew he might as well tell truth. “Yes,” he hissed. “I like it when you touch me, Dean. I like it. I- I want it.”

Dean smiled with his whole face before his expression turned to one of dark desire. “Good,” he said, before tugging Cas’s head in. “Good.”

And with that, Dean caught Cas by the mouth in a heated kiss that left them both aching with want.

“I've… I’ve loved you… wanted you… a long time, Cas,” Dean admitted, twining their fingers together.

“Good,” Cas repeated, too full of the taste and feel of Dean in his arms, against his lips, to form coherent thoughts. “I feel the same.”

“Good,” Dean answered, blushing.

“That’s good?” Cas asked, giving himself permission to run his hands down Dean’s firm chest.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed, his lips curving playfully as he nipped Castiel’s neck with his mouth. “It is. Shall we see what else we can do that feels good?”

Needless to say, they decided not to put it off any longer.

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I'm gonna rant

So today in science class this kid asked me what I think Metatron meant when he said Cas loved humanity(because me and my half a sister were talking) and I said I think Metatron meant that Cas loved Dean. And the boy called me an idiot. SO LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. 1.) HE LOVED HUMANITY; HUMAN 2.) DEAN'S THE MOST HUMANE HUNTER 3.) DEAN'S MORE HUMANE THAN THE ANGELS 4.) CAS PULLED DEAN OUT OF HELL BECAUSE "HIS SOUL WAS THE FREAKING BRIGHTEST 5.) DEAN REFUSED TO BECOME MICHAEL'S VESSEL BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD ROAST HALF THE PLANET AND DIDN'T WANT ALL THOSE PEOPLE TO DIE 6.) HE WOULDN'T LET LUCIFER TAKE SAMMY 7.) IN PURGATORY, HE COULD HAVE LEFT CAS BEHIND, BUT NNNNOOOO, HE STAYED AND MADE SURE CAS WAS SAFE 8.) HE TRIED TO TAKE CAS OUT OF PURGATORY 9.) HE ALWAYS MADE SURE SAMMY WAS SAFE 10.) DEAN SAVED PEOPLE SO DON'T TELL ME THAT DEAN IS NOT THE MOST HUMANE PERSON THAT CAS, OR ANY ANGEL, HAS BEEN AROUND!! thank you very much.

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That's how I remember it.

What do you mean that’s not what happened?