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hiummm · 4 months ago

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Drarry Fic Recs: Magnetic!Harry, Intense!Harry, Aggressive!Harry

First of all, I love that this is a thing that other people want, that my full out RANT on this post buttered y’all’s biscuits (why am I talking like this I don’t know), and that clearly there is a group of us out there who are very touched in the head and thus CRAVE our Harry Potter fucking rare ok. We like him angry, we like him sassy, we like him ruining lives and losing control, we like him reckless, we like him injured (was it really necessary to act as a body shield for no reason in the middle of the field, Auror Potter? NO IT WAS NOT), and we fucking want him accidentally performing wandless magic, baffled by his own power, and completely unaware of how grossly, completely, utterly overwhelming- unavoidable- magnetic he is.

In short, we want our canon Harry. Gloves off.

Well. You certainly asked for it.

Drop Dead Gorgeous / by: Maya / 160k - In which Harry is: definitely a huge liability how is he still employed by the Ministry??!, way way too much for the world to handle jfc the man can’t even get a tea in peace, thinks pretty much any problem can be solved by sparring with his partner or punching criminals (spoiler alert: he’s not wrong), really fucking attractive and inconvenient and distracting - Summary: All Harry has to do to fix his goddamn mess of a life is to have sex. Except he doesn’t. Things just get worse from there. Harry’s a Veela, Draco is probably insane, Kingsley desperately needs to retire, and the DMLE’s Auror dream team can’t stop fucking punching each other.

Like Clockwork / by: @agentmoppet / 39k - In which Harry is: a fucking Unspeakable and Draco Malfoy is ANGRY because the Harry Potter he knew wasn’t supposed to be so. fucking. smart. (oh well too bad for your heart DM), powerful, confident, maybe definitely has a slight drinking problem??, traumatized as hell by war and thinks he can unburden the people he loves by swallowing his pain into a churning mass of barely-contained burning fury (dude, chill), intense, intimidating… on & on - Summary: ”Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they’re going to survive this, they need to accept that they’re holding each other’s lives in their hands, and–worst of all–they’re going to have to work together.”

Expecto Patronum / by: @Writcraft / 35k - In which Harry is: confident, way too fucking famous to function (which is pretty much his worst nightmare), literally does not want to be in a committed relationship because he is too worried about ruining the other person’s life?? because he never has privacy?? because the media is the worst?? and literally Harry Potter of course doesn’t want to “inflict” himself on anyone jesus christ, protective, messy/sexy/sincere/inevitable - Summary: “Harry Potter is the most sought after celebrity in wizarding Britain. His every movement is scrutinized, his relationships questioned and his photographs plastered over every paper. Harry’s used to everyone thinking he’s a hero and has had plenty of time to learn how to keep his biggest secrets hidden from the press. As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world’s brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.”

The Bodyguards / by: dracogotgame / 51k - In which Harry is: an obsessive work/danger junkie, a one-man security team who has to keep everyone at arm’s length (“so they don’t get hurt” jesus christ harry), Harry “the client comes first” Potter (#tooreal), the proud recipient of the completely valid assertion “why don’t you go back to managing your not at all terrifying control issues” - Draco Malfoy, aggressive and menacing af, really jacked?, intense intense intense, itching for a fight, literal human body shield / battering ram - Summary: “Harry and Draco are brought together for a seemingly dull security mission. Things however, are not as they seem.”

The Memory Thief / PalenDrome / 22k - In which Harry is: physically intimidating, self-assured, undeniably powerful (like magic literally constantly simmering under his skin ok), Harry “famous temper” Potter, mostly entirely shirtless and very very distracting, did I mention someone gave Harry a machete?, also there are so many opportunities for Harry to almost die in the jungle tbh and he’s really good at finding them - Summary: “Just because they’re on assignment in the humid jungles of the Amazon does not make it okay for Harry to parade around the wild half-naked. Because if the current threat to Draco’s credibility and livelihood doesn’t kill him, then the sight of his ex’s sweaty, golden flesh surely will.”

Potential Gravity / zeitgeistic / 32k - In which Harry is: the surliest workaholic Auror you’ve ever met, dangerously reckless (how many times has Harry blown off his hand in the field?), does not play well with others, literally thinks it’s standard protocol to take blasting curses to the chest, such a liability it honestly doesn’t make any sense that he’s still employed (at least he’s going to a Mind Healer?), plays a lot of video games to distract himself from his persistent death wish, instinctual/brilliant/obsessive - Summary: “Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.”

Any Instrument / @dictacontrion / 131k - In which Harry: contemplates new creative ways to sacrifice himself to avoid hurting people, thinks people need protecting from *him*, repressed af (sure yeah containing all of your intense emotions seems like a recipe for success, sure sure), a willing political tool (no matter the personal cost) to make the world a better place, Harry ‘martyrdom for fun” Potter, so fucking stubborn/powerful/a goddamn mess - Summary: “Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.”

All of these fics are INCREDIBLE and LIFE-RUINING. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Thank you to all of these wonderful authors. Tagging some folks who were looking for these recs (thank you for your loveliness and patience): @harrymotherfckingpotter, @sully-bean, @ennasage

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hiummm · 5 months ago

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why you should be shipping marcus flint x oliver wood

- enemies to lovers trope

- all that tension had to go somewhere

- knowing each other insanely well due to studying each other as rivals

- neither of them got with any girls (gay)

- “secret relationship” trope

- angst and fluff opportunities

- bonding over a shared passion for quidditch

- marcus being the only person who understand’s oliver’s intensity over quidditch

- oliver loving marcus for reasons beyond his looks, loving him for who he truly is

- competitive boyfriends

- kissing on the pitch after a quidditch game and blowing everyone’s minds

- slytherin redemption cause they weren’t all jerks

- married couple bickering trope

- oliver helping marcus study and find ways to focus (i think marcus had dyslexia and/or adhd)

- marcus helping oliver find something beyond quidditch, keeping him from pushing himself to a breaking point

- “tough kid breaks away from family and does the right thing for the boy he loves”

- pro quidditch players in love

- adopting kids and having a badass quidditch family

- just flintwood making perfect sense and be superior

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hiummm · 5 months ago

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Oliver knows what he’s about.

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hiummm · 5 months ago

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some old flintwood wip

i know where home is flintwood my beloved

Marcus had spent the better part of the past six years making up for the brunt of his father’s sins, and then the added weight of his own. It was a thankless job. It didn’t matter that he’d never cast an Unforgivable, or that he’d kept his head down — people still cut a wide berth around him, and he preferred it that way. If he barely said ten sentences a day, if he retreated back to his flat after every day, ate a dinner hastily cobbled together, and spent the night with his knuckles wrapped, then it was for the best.

He’d cut everything off with Wood a year before the brunt of the war, before the worst of his moral failings. It was hard, at the end of it all, not to look at Wood and detest his goodness, his rising star, the naive innocence of an unburdened bloodline. At twenty-one, Wood had been summoned to first string and the pitch had fallen in love. Scotland had made it a known bet that they’d be knocking on Wood’s window for the regional team once the World Cup came back around. It was on the eve of that dinner meeting that Marcus had called everything off. He’d justified it — they’d been contentious bed mates at most, sparring rivals at best, meeting with no particular cadence to fall into bed together.

Marcus was smart enough to know that whatever similarities they had, the core shade of their beings was different.

And so. The war.

He had nightmares often — of blue-black woods, of snaps and running so hard his chest hurt. There was a small subset of people Marcus had ever held in high esteem, and they’d splintered, one by one. Bole, Higgs, Warrington, Derrick, Urqhart: Snatcher, casualty, marked, killed in action, marked. It had become a horribly easy list to recite. Slytherins of their age didn’t make it out often.

The Flint name had long fallen from grace, that much was clear. His father, his older brother — two marked wizards who’d died in the war. Marcus couldn’t hold space for that. He had a business to run, and that was all he could think about without losing it.

If it weren’t for Montague, he’d have never come to a Puddlemere game. They were the last two strongholds of their old team, and he’d conceded because he’d seen the empty space over Montague’s shoulder where Cassius should’ve been, and after that he’d been unable to say no.

He hadn’t thought all of it through, to be frank. He couldn’t pay attention to anything else; not the roar of the crowd, nor the referee’s contentious calls — Wood was glowing, brilliant in front of the hoops. Marcus couldn’t tell what was worse: the deep, deep jealousy for the first stringers, or the ache of watching Oliver at his best.

The quaffle finally flew from a Ballycastle player’s hand to get past Wood’s outstretched fingers.

“Good contenders for the cup, yeah?”

Marcus merely nodded at Montague’s statement, too occupied with how the familiar stubborn, frustrating tilt to Wood’s mouth made him claustrophobic.

Wood had gotten better since the last time Marcus had seen him play — a scrimmage between Puddlemere and Falmouth that still surfaced in his memory no matter how much he steeled himself against it.

“They’re probably going to get beaten out by Tutshill,” Montague continued, voice filled with longing, “But their chaser line is looking strong.”

Montague could no longer play, not after war injuries and a trip down a Vanishing cabinet, but he was an avid enough watcher that they traded observations and statistics over a meal on occasion. Marcus kept an arms-distance between himself and most people who’d known him, but it was hard to say no to Graham, not when he still struggled with recalling memories, things that Marcus knew he should’ve remembered cold.

(Winning the Quidditch cup, being made Prefect, the odd crushing disappointment that plagued them all when Warrington hadn’t been selected for the Triwizard’s cup.)

Puddlemere won in a landslide, which they needed. They were trailing Tutshill and Ballycastle by 100 points and the season was drawing to a close. Marcus allowed himself a moment to appreciate the sight of Wood in the middle of a dogpile of happy Puddlemere players, before excusing himself from Montague. There was no point in lingering in the stands, and both men knew that they would see each other at some point anyways — pureblood circles ran small nowadays. No point in causing public concern over gatherings when it was easier to lay low.

The impulse to dive into the inner labyrinth of the pitch grounds was one that Marcus didn’t try hard to fight. He rarely got energy like this where he lived. The sheer amount of adrenaline was enough to make anyone dizzy. Post-matches were a gaggle of players, of staff and press junkets, and he was one of many, many bodies weaving in and out. He allowed himself to drink in the bustle, the hum of excitement from Puddlemere supporters, and it was a nice contrast to the quiet of the shop.

It was, in hindsight, an idiotic idea, because —

“Flint?”

It was a voice that plagued him in his sleep, one he’d held onto during the deepest, darkest winter months during the war. Marcus would know it anywhere. He had never wanted to hear it again.

Wood had the trained reflexes of a professional Keeper, and so his hand was already on Marcus’ shoulder by the time he’d made up his mind to walk away. There was nothing else to do but turn around and face the man.

“Good game,” Marcus said, and he shut his mouth before anything else could escape. There was likely nothing coherent he had to say, because this was the closest he’d been to Wood in three years, and he’d never been able to rid himself of this weak spot.

“Thanks,” Wood said in a carefully neutral tone, “I never expected to see you at a Puddlemere game.”

It wasn’t a direct attack, but Wood’s eyes were cool, appraising. Even when they weren’t strangers, Marcus made it a point not to attend, albeit for different reasons.

“Montague wanted to,” Marcus replied. He didn’t elaborate; Wood didn’t need to know that for some odd reason, Warrington had had a soft spot for the middling team.

“I see,” Wood said, though his tone of voice indicated that he didn’t, not really. “Well. What did you think?”

Marcus shrugged and made a non-commital noise.

Wood stared at him for a beat, before scoffing. “Man of few words still, huh?”

“I’ll be heading out then,” Marcus said, though it came out more harshly than he’d wanted it to, on account of his words getting stuck in his throat.

“Sure,” Wood said, and he released his hold on Marcus’ shoulder. Marcus took the opportunity to hightail out of the stadium, and though he managed to apparate back to his flat without splinching himself, he didn’t manage to shake off the phantom touch of Oliver’s hand for the rest of the night.

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hiummm · 1 year ago

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Master Post for Ateez Adventure Time AU

Ok let's get into it! I'll be adding to this post whenever I post anything new for the AU! I'm going to try to organize everything so that it's in chronological order of the story! There are a few arcs I've got planned too so I'll try to make everything as clear as possible haha

(also I do my best but sometimes I confuse myself with exact ages of the characters and exactly like. what time of year things would take place, but think of it like any CN show we grew up with - time is seemingly an illusion if I don't think about it too much...)

Also!! Thank you so much to everyone who has said they enjoy my au!! you help me stay motivated! I'm having so much fun drawing this stuff ♡

Lineup for ref:

Good to know points about the AU:

Universe A = main universe

**this au is inspired by Adventure Time. I'm not using main characters from AT, just using the general vibe of the show and some plot points and character points (ex: Vampires drink the colour red)

Universe Z = no magic universe

Ages at the beginning of the story (approximately):

Seonghwa - 1000 (physically 25)

Hongjoong - 2500 (physically 25)

Yunho - 24

Yeosang - 850/900 (physically 24)

San - a little over 100 (physically 23)

Mingi - a little more than 600 (physically 23)

Wooyoung - 23

Jongho - 22

**characters who are "immortal" age about 1 year over the course of 100 years (SH, HJ, YS). San and Mingi are not immortal but didn't age due to other circumstances (in hell time works differently, and MG was frozen for 600 years)

List of Spotify playlists if you're interested!

Misc doodles dumps that include things from pre/post/main story and idk where to put

Character lineup plus other doodles

Hongjoong and Mingi (they're bros)

Pre-Story (Universe A)

Seonghwa Logs

Hongjoong and Seonghwa meet

Seonghwa + Yeosang, Hongjoong + Mingi profiles

Jongho + Yunho, San + Wooyoung profiles

Pre-Story (Universe Z)

2ho and Mingi playing video games

Cousins