#Harry Potter fanfictions

[creative-girl]

you made it seem easy

“I have a son now.”

Whatever it was that Theseus Scamander had expected his little brother to say, it wasn’t this.

Or

Theseus returns from a war and Newt is a father to a two-year-old now. No one knows who the mother is because Newt is secretive about it.

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 9 - invention

TW blood, torture, death

 "Severus, speak to me. Tell me how to help you", Albus whispered, holding the man tightly. He felt the boy's body tremble, the spasms got more and more violent - a few seconds later, Severus pushed him away, bending over just in time to vomit. 

They were alone in the Great Hall; the sound of his convulsing stomach echoed through the place, and the Potion Master closed his eyes in shame. He could not breathe. He could not think.

Strong arms were holding him still. He instinctively leaned in the embrace, incapable of resisting the warmth and comfort: them only, he felt confusedly, could save him from the turmoil of his mind, from the sickening, sickening shame.

Albus pulled him closer, and stroked his hair.

Only the moon, in the heavy silence, was the witness of this paternal display. 

"If you won't talk to me, Severus, show me", Albus whispered after a while, when the younger man's breathing was finally less erratic. "Just show me."

He felt tension in the other man's body, again, hesitation - Severus turned his black gaze upwards, trying to look him in the eye; but he could not. He failed, and tried again. Albus, faced with these pitiful attempts, felt his heart sink deeper, if it were even possible. 

"Look at me", he murmured, and for a second Severus was able to comply.

A grief-stricken, revulsed expression met Albus' eyes, and he got the terrible presentiment that he would be next. With a feeling akin to terror, he penetrated the boy's mind. 

He was different... he would help.

At first he saw nothing. He suffocated in utter darkness, unable to comprehend if it was his mind or body that suffered, to say where one began and the other finished; Severus' pain was his, and the debilitating anxiety nauseated him, so much so that he felt his mind retract, cowardly. 

He refused; he held on. "Show me", he said again, and these words, pronounced with the voice that only existed in his mind, echoed through Severus' mental realm. 

Slowly, a scene materialised before him. The decor was bare - stone walls, stone floors, grey shades, no windows. On the floor was a man, pale, beaten, trembling, moaning. He was bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth: awful sounds came out of him, strangled complaints, dying pleas. Bubbles of blood formed at the corners of his mouth as he tried to speak, and Albus wanted to look away, but he could not: Severus had looked. A voice rose to his right. 

"This is very well done indeed", Lord Voldemort said suavely, "Very well done. Everything I asked for, Severus: that poison does it all."

The perspective did not change. Severus did not look at his master. His gaze was still fixed on the ground, and Albus had to suffer the abominable view of the dying man suffocating in his own blood without a pause. In concert with Severus, he found himself repeating over and over the same phrase as the man turned and twisted: please, drown. Please, drown. Please, let this be over. 

But it would not stop; it went on and on and on, and the blood ran into the gaps between the stones, and the floors became a maze of crimson red. Then and only then did the man die, drained of all colour. 

Slowly, Severus' gaze turned to his master, who smiled at him with fatherly pride. 

"A wonderful invention, Severus. As always, you have given me complete satisfaction."

Albus could not take it anymore. He fled: out of Severus' mind, back in the Great Hall, desirous, for a second, to push the motionless man in his arms away too. Then he looked down, feeling dampness on his chest, and met black eyes in a face bathed with tears. 

Once, Severus had been a boy: a fifteen-year-old boy, shy and brilliant, who had invented a potion that had made such an impression on Horace that he had come to his office, urging him to present the boy to the academy. Albus had said he would, and he had planned on doing it - but a few days later, Severus had gone down the Shrieking Shark, had at first refused to be silent, had almost made of Lupin a helpless murderer and him, Albus, an accessory to the crime. 

So he had never sent that letter - never even met with the boy about the potion.

He had never congratulated the boy and never smiled at him with the pride and joy of a father.

[hp-queer-villains-fest]

Now Prompting!

Welcome to the Harry Potter Queer Villains Fanworks Festival!

A chance to explore your darkside, lesser acknowledged characters, and many rarepairs in a queer positive setting!

This fanworks festival centres around the villains of Harry Potter with queer headcanons and prompts.

Have you ever wanted to explore the story of Herpo the Foul under a transmasc lens? No, well that's not all! What about tackling a fun, lesbian fic about Morgan(a) Le Fay? Still no. That's alright, let's find something else. I know! Have you considered the lore of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor from the perspective of forbidden lovers? Not at all... Well I bet you could be now! But, I get it, you want something a bit more exciting. In that case, there's always exploring Grindelwald's life, love, and rise to power!

That should have your attention now. You can write or draw prompts like these and MORE in the Harry Potter Queer Villains Fanworks Festival!

Schedule

April 25th, 2023 - May 13th 2023: Prompting

May 6th, 2023 - May 27th, 2023: Claiming

June 3rd, 2023 - July 3rd, 2023: Posting

July 3rd, 2023 - July 10th, 2023: Overtime (reserved for anyone needing extensions)

July 11th, 2023: Author Reveals

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▪ This is a 16+ festival, where only 18+ participants are allowed to post sexually explicit material. Anyone who lies about their age are subject to being banned from future festivals.

▪ Promotion of homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism, sexism, anti-semitism, fatphobia, other anti-LGBTQIA+ rheteric, etc is NOT allowed. Keep in mind and be careful of condeming any characters because of gender, race, sex, orientation, culture, disability, weight, etc.

▪ Anyone can prompt or claim for this fest; you do not have to do one to do the other.

▪ Self Prompting will be allowed when the claiming time comes.

▪ This is an anonymous festival. Therefore, talk of claimed prompts isn't encouraged in public.

▪ All fanworks should focus on a "villainous" character from the Harry Potter series.

Characters should be one of the following to constitute as a villain:

- An antagonist of the protagonists in the main series or in a spin-off. This includes but isn't limited to Voldemort, his Death Eaters, Grindelwald, his Acolytes, etc.

- Be part of Wizarding history and have a legacy for being evil in someway. This includes but isn't limited to Herpo the Foul, Morgan(a) Le Fay, Salazar Slytherin, the Bloody Baron, etc.

Yes, this does mean that certain morally dubious characters such as Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Regulus Black count as villains for the sake of this festival. For the sake of simplicity, however, Albus Dumbledore does not count as a villain, regardless of his many messy and shitty actions within the main series and spin-off, Fantastic Beasts. However, characters who don't count as a villain under these parameters can still be prevalent in your fanwork. In fact, they can even be the second half of the main ship, but the main character who does count as a villain should be the focus of any story or art.

• Author Expectations - Fanfictions should have a minimum of 2,000 words. Authors must have an archive of our own account to add their fic to the collection. Additionally, fics should be new and unique to the fest. No add ons to previously posted works in progress are allowed. Sequels and prequels may be allowed so long as they can be read without needing to have read the previous part(s) of the story. Fanfictions should be tagged and warned for accordingly. "Author chose not to use Archive Warnings" is not an acceptable warning. Fics should not be posted elsewhere (ie on Tumblr, Twitter, etc) until after reveals. Fanfictions should be edited for SPaG to the best of the author's abilities. If you're in need of a beta, you may join our discord and ask for help!

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!

Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[actually-mentally-ill]

[mommynott]

I need some soft sex with Theo :( need him to push into me slowly and tell me how much he loves me as he kisses me and leaves a bunch of love marks all over my neck and chest :(

And be still wouldn’t be able to help himself as he wraps his hand round my neck, gently though<3

Oh my god anon YESSS !!! Let’s get into it, yeah?

Ti Amo

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Little Drabble of your boyfriend showing you just how much he loves you

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, College Au, bf!theo, softdom!theo, dom!theo, choking, hickies, soft slow sex, relationship, soft dom, PIV

His hips slowly rolled his cock inside of you, his breathing heavy. One of Theo’s hands was wrapped around your throat while the other propped him up. Your doe-eyed gaze remained locked on his, your whimpers heard throughout his dorm. “Cazzo— I fucking love-” He pauses for a moment to let out a pleasurable groan, kissing along your jawline. “—You…So much, Bambina.” With harder, elongated thrusts, he moaned against your cheek.

“Theo—Gods…I love you too— please…please keep fucking me like that.” Squeaking out through your own little cry of pleasure, you could feel Theodore’s strong hand tightening around your neck. A little gasp freeing from your swollen lips. “That’s it, Tesoro…who do you love, huh? Who do you fucking love?” Now kissing down your neck, he sucked ever so slightly, leaving his love bites all over your sensitive flesh while he softly pushes his throbbing length in and out of your pussy. Struggling with himself to not pound you senselessly.

Your moans only progressively got louder, his bed frame rocking along with his slow thrusts. “Y-you…I love you—“ Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head now. He was bringing you to a state of pure ecstasy. A state you knew all too well with him. “That’s right…you love me…” Theo’s thumb gently caressed against the skin of your neck, feeling the rapid pulse within it. “I have your heart in the palm of my hand, amore…Ti amo tanto…” Even through the sensual lovemaking, his dominant nature was slipping through. But fuck did you love it.

Slowly pumping his dick into your warmed and soaked core, you could hardly contain the immense amount of pleasure that was now soaring throughout you. Not only pleasure…but love too. “Theo, baby I’m so close—“ Whining as your body squirmed from the nearing climax, a satisfied smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. “My good girl…Cum all over my cock...Show me just how much you love me.” Encouraging you, he kept his slow and steady pace, feeling you progressively get wetter while your tightened walls clenched around his aching cock.

Hehehe a small lil Drabble of softdom!theo he’s just so asdffkghlhlk

Hope my sweet smut sluts liked this one💋

Divider pinned in my masterlist🌙

[zenith1994]

When a multi chapter fanfic hasn't been updated in the past 2 years but the author is still active

[p4perhug]

WADING IN WAIST HIGH WATER

Remus in a nutshell. 🧡

I adoooreee this fic. Seriously. It's lovely.

fic by @colgatebluemintygel

We all know this meme. It just fits him too perfectly, not to draw it...✨

Anyway, I hope you like it. 💌

Instagram: @p4perhug 🧡

#wadinginwaistwater #remuslupin=chaos #siriusissmitten

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 11 - Water

There was, in Cokeworth, an old well: it was said to be a thousand feet deep and a thousand years old, and to have been sealed when a child had almost fallen in it, many many years ago. It was closed with a heavy wooden lid, itself now suspiciously ancient-looking, and that lid was pierced in one place where there had been a knot in the wood. The little hole was round, and big enough for stones and coins to be thrown into the void: it had become a tradition in its own right.

One day, two small children, about ten years old, came to the well. The boy had dark hair, the girl was a flamboyant ginger: one after the other, they put a coin in the hole and made a wish. They waited a long time for the coins to hit the water, for a sound, even a slight echo, to come back to them. But the well swallowed the money in complete silence.

The boy's wish was: may Lily believe me. The girl's wish was: may Severus never lie.

-

At thirteen years old, Severus, flat on his stomach and holding a torch, attempted to look at the bottom of the well. But the light did nothing: it lost its way in the darkness just like it when pointed at the sky, at night.

He threw another coin, and wished for a real family. Lily wished for Petunia to like her again.

Two coins, no sound.

-

At fourteen, Severus wished for protection, and so did Lily.

-

At fifteen, Severus came alone and sat on the dirty ground, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. He sat there a long time, looking at the hole with a cold fury that often gave way to sickening despair.

In a fit of rage, only visible from the outside by the trembling of his hands, he took a handful of mud and plugged the hole.

On the morrow, however, it was unsealed, and he wondered what Lily had wished for.

-

He did not come back until he was 21, and that day he wished to be dead.

-

From ages 31 to 37, he wished, although with heavy irony and a mental sneer, for quiet years. He came back every summer to grumble about Potter's latest suicide mission and, while doing so, cleared the place of overgrown weeds with a flicker of his wand. People in Cokeworth thought he had a green thumb.

-

In 1996, he wished for Albus to stay.

-

At some point in the summer of 1997, a silhouette appeared at dusk and stayed immobile in front of the well for a long time. The weeds were granted the right to live.

-

In the summer of 1998, the city hall finally decided to renovate this part of town, and initiated large-scale construction works. A team of five men was sent to unseal the well and draft a report on how it could be permanently plugged. In substance, the question was to know if there would be a need to drain water out of it.

They were quite surprised to discover that the well's bottom, full of mud and stones, was completely dry: the foundation contractor declared that there hadn't been water in there for the last 50 years.

[hp-queer-villains-fest]

Now Claiming!

Yes, I realise this is a few hours late, shhhhh.

The Harry Potter Queer Villains Fanworks Festival is now open for participants to claim prompts!

Claim Form | Prompt Gallery

Of course, you can still prompt for another week on the Prompt Form!

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Happy festing!

Oh, and I did accidentally mess up the Max Rating section on the airtable at some point, so if you notice that a prompt you added has the wrong maximum rating, please reach out to this tumblr so I can fix it!

[a-great-tragedy]

Based on what I know, I do not think Sirius and Regulus were even taught being gay was possible. I think Walburga/Orion refused to teach them it even exists. So I imagine them finding out like this:

Sirius: Yeah, if I was a girl I would probably date Remus to be honest. Such a shame it’s impossible for me to like him.

James: Impossible? What do you mean??

Sirius: Well you can only like people of the opposite gender.. right?

James: …No, you can like people of the same gender, that exists. It’s a thing.

Sirius: ( °ㅁ°)

Sirius: I must tell Reg

[cannissmajor]

Life Lines ⭐️

Based on a headcannon I saw a while ago on tt, which was based on a post made on tumblr but i haven’t been able to find the original post, so if anyone knows, pls lmk!

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[outromoony]

"I'm not like other girls." Well, that's good for you, but I am. I love reading books and fanfics. I love obsessing over fictional characters and screaming music at the top of my lungs. I love fangirling over celebrities and getting overly invested in ships that will never be canon. I cry over sad endings and laugh at memes no one else understands. I love getting way too excited over small things, daydreaming about impossible scenarios, and staying up late to finish just one more chapter. I love getting lost in fictional worlds, losing sleep over them, and rewatching my favorite shows a million times. I love spending hours scrolling through fan art and feeling alive through the stories, music, and love for people I will never meet. I love being like other girls.