#Disabled harry potter

[t1oui]

so i’ve been injured and unable to do sports for a couple months now, and to be frank it’s very fucking horrible… so naturally i’ve been writing random headcanons and mini drabbles about harry potter who has an unspecified disability similar (but worse bc tbh it makes me feel better) than what im going through… does anybody want headcanons

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A Cup of Sugar by MsAlexWP

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Remus/Sirius

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Status: Complete

Words: 5,357

Site: AO3

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Summary:

Harry Potter is recovering from surgery and facing the worst summer ever until a guy with the same crutches as Harry moves in across the street with his son.

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Sneak Peak:

“Teddy, come back and carry your bag in,” his dad answered. He got out of the car slowly, and when he finally stood up and moved to the end of the driveway, Harry gasped. The man had black forearm crutches just like his. Harry poked Sirius in the shoulder to inform him of this exciting new development. "Look! He has the same crutches as me!" “So he does,” Sirius said slowly, putting down his phone and suddenly watching with interest. “We should bring them welcome cookies.” “Now?” Harry asked eagerly. “Maybe we should let them walk into the house first,” Sirius said. “Why don’t we make the cookies now and go over tomorrow?”

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Link:

A Cup of Sugar by MsAlexWP

[solosolace]

A quick blurb Into chapter one

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the space around him. What had he done to deserve all of this? There was no way this would last; the Dursley never wanted him, so why would Sirius? Sure, he was his godfather, but that didn't mean he would be able to handle all of Harry's weird, freakish quirks. His old teachers couldn't handle it, and they only had to deal with him for a few hours every day.

Harry groaned and fell back on the bed. This wasn't doing any good. Complaining and thinking like this, he should be grateful not to be in that place anymore. That Dumbledore finally decided he wouldn't have to live with them. Harry sighed and rubbed his face. Why was he like this?

[ilovebellatrixandseverus]

Do you have any blind! Harry recs? I read The Blindness and would love mroe!

I go from asking for fic recs to being a rec blog? Hehe okay

I just know one other fic (if by The Blindness you mean Blindness by AngelaStarCat, link below) but it's over one and a half MILLION words long so you have something to read for a while!! Its also similar to Blindness: both have blind + mage sight main character!

Also Year Like None Other (end of the post below) is tagged 'Blindness', maybe that too? (I've not read it yet)

Kaleidoscopic Grangers by AdmiralPegasus on Ao3

If blindness wasn’t enough for Ariadne Granger to deal with upon attending Hogwarts, being the transgender Girl Who Lived didn’t help matters.

Blind trans girl Harry Potter fic to spite JK Rowling’s TERF ass. Starts before Ariadne has even figured out she’s a girl and before she is rescued from the Dursleys. 1500+k words. Found family, elf activism, manipulative Dumbledore, COMPLETE

Blindness by AngelaStarCat on ffnet

Harry Potter is not standing up in his crib when the Killing Curse strikes him, and the cursed scar has far more terrible consequences. But some souls will not be broken by horrible circumstance. Some people won't let the world drag them down. Strong men rise from such beginnings, and powerful gifts can be gained in terrible curses.

HP/HG, Scientist!Harry, M, English, Adventure & Friendship, chapters: 38, words: 324k+, favs: 19k+, follows: 16k+, updated: Sep 25, 2018 published: Jan 1, 2015, COMPLETE

If someone knows more, reblog & add!

[nyancrimew]

"Tee hee I'll support problematic media like Harry Potter as a joke"

Just say you don't actually give a fuck about trans women, people of color and the mentally disabled, especially those in the UK that have to deal with JKR funding evil shit and move on.

what

[vinylfoxbooks]

Writing a disabled Remus & James oneshot and realizing that Hogwarts is like... not at all accessible. God forbid you're disabled and need to get up to the Gryffindor tower (ahem, need a cane like most people give Remus). I mean, just imagine having a wheelchair.

[theblackstar04]

remus has full body chronic pain, keeps dislocating his hip and shoulders, uses a forearm crutch, has chronic fatigue, gets chronic migraines, cracks all his bones (it freaks out the marauders and he finds it hilarious), regularly takes pain meds, has days he struggles to get out of bed, has the worst brain fog ever, random flare ups + activity flare ups

[cherry-pop-elf]

Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

[jackie4dinner]

I’m not usually someone who likes when fanon claims every character to be some form of minority or another bc to me it feels quite forced. however my one exception to this is Harry Potter bc fuck ofc Remus has dyslexia and was disabled. Ron Weasley?? I’m sorry do you mean Ronnie Weasley?? The trans woman??? What do you mean James potters white??? Ginny and Harry? I think you’re mistaken Ginny’s a lesbian and in a relationship with Luna and Harry and Draco have been pining over each other since the philosophers stone.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Remus who can’t swim because of his physical disabilities which mostly affect his legs and hips and back. Remus who, despite being a little scared of it, loves the ocean and water. Remus who feels bad every time he sees somebody swimming or a pool.

Sirius who is a very strong swimmer and puts Remus on his chest to just exist in the water with his feet off the bottom for once. Sirius who invests in pool floaties so Remus can swim on his own. Sirius who teaches Remus how to float on his back so he can be in the water without floaties.

[dorythewritingfish]

I was bored at Uni, so I drew this out of Harry’s perspective.

They are on a trip, in a garden.

Sirius and Regulus are in their Animagus form, James aka Dad is the sun because Regulus always calls him the sun.

And yes, Remus uses a cane.

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Mourning Dove by MusicalSurge

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Gen

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Words: 20,925

Site: AO3

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Summary:

No one thinks to check on Harry Potter after being placed at the Dursley house. No one cares enough to make sure that Harry Potter is safe, loved, and cared for. Now Hogwarts has a new ghost and Severus has taken on the responsibility to guide and care for the broken child since he failed in his duties and promises to Lily Potter to keep her son safe.

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Sneak Peak:

With a flick of his wand, Severus summoned his doe Patronus, its ethereal form gliding gracefully through the air. The magical creature's form seemed to dance and swirl as it hovered before him, patiently waiting for his message. "Tell Dumbledore," Severus commanded, his voice grave and urgent, "that we have a new ghost haunting the castle, and someone needs to be sent to Harry Potter's relatives to assess if anyone still lives there." His words hung heavily in the air. "Harry Potter is dead." The weight of this revelation felt heavy on Severus' heart as he watched his Patronus disappear through one of the castle’s stone walls, quickly making its way up to the Headmaster. The stone floors beneath Severus' knees, where he remained kneeling on the ground, seemed to reverberate with a sorrowful melody. It was almost as if Hogwarts itself shared in the grief of a young life taken too early from this world.

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TW:

Child Abuse, Child Death, Discussion of Child Abuse/Death

Link:

Mourning Dove by MusicalSurge

[solosolace]

Disabled Harry Potter

I was reading a few fics with harry being Autistic/disabled in some way or another, and it as it often does, reminded me that I'm mentally disabled as well.

So I was wondering if I should write that my harry in the fic I'm writing is disabled in some way, a lot of him is based on me and so he was at the very least autistic coded with signs of PTSD and mild depression and Anxiety so perhaps I should do a couple scenes of him going to healers and it taking forever to get tested and diagnosed, did for me anyway, unless its different in the UK and it doesn't take as long.

Maybe of him being treated and it taking a years to get the right treatment (I'm still trying to find a good mix and it's been years since I diagnosed) of course my harry also is also a werewolf and has a limp from his attack, which causes random pains (happens to my joints all the time when I'm cold)

In other words I want to write the disability's I have onto harry and use myself and other people with similar issues as reference. But I'm unsure if people will like it since so many people without disabilities have written them and sometimes write them wrong turnin others away from stories like this.

[stonnedparrott]

Sirius "the way the moonlight bounces off your scoliosis is breathtaking" Black

[mvrphysart]

quick doodle of my favourite gays

[littleliterarylesbian]

He's been warned about this sort of thing. Everyone has, nowadays. It's something a parent tells their child once they're old enough to understand.

Look both ways when you cross the street.

Stranger danger.

And that demons are of no good.

So of course when James wakes up in the middle of the night, the moonlight outside covered by clouds, with a weight on his lap his first, sleepy, delirious, thought was 'Oh. I didn't call my mum yesterday.'

It very quickly changed though. He wouldn't call himself a prude nor a whore. It's just that he's a man and he has needs, that's all. And the person on top of him, straddling his lap, seems to cater to each and every one.

Dark hair that curls around and frames sharp cheekbones, moles that litter pale skin, silver eyes that seem to glow in the dark, a thin waist emphasized with a black ribbon tied around it like it's a present just for him. Fuck.

But there's also the other things. A pair of horns, curling up over his head, small bat like wings, a tail that is curled over that pale hip- tip pointed and sharp and nails that matched on thin wrists and long fingers. It's so very obvious what this nightly visit would entail.

It's said that a visit by a succubus meant death, that those who survived always lost their minds trying to chase something that could replicate the pleasure that was given to them that night.

But, as his hands slide up smooth thighs and settle on the demon's waist, playing with the ribbon with his thumbs, James thinks he'd be fine. He'd survive. He won't be like the men that have undoubtedly come before him.

The beauty in his lap leans down, red lips ghosting James' jaw.

"Hello, darling." Accented words fill the air, quiet but proud and satisfied. A small nip to his skin comes right after. His skin feels tight and buzzing. Logically he should be pushing away, walking across the hall and getting in between Sirius and Remus but. No. It feels like a crime at this point, to do such a thing. He'll stay right here.

James grips tighter, a lazy smile stretching across his face.

"Hello, love."

Yeah. He'll live. He's sure of it.