#Harry has ADHD

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

New Fic, Part One

Soundlessly

Someone robs Harry repeatedly, and he can’t let it go unanswered—has to solve the mystery. When he finds out the truth behind it all, it turns out that it might just be the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Tags: Goldsmith, Metal Working, Harry Creates Quidditch Equipment, Robbery, Thieves, Harry is Robbed, ADHD, Harry has ADHD, Neville Longbottom is a Good Friend, Draco runs an Orphanage, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, House Elves, BAMF House Elves

Ao3

[froidefille]

Day 11: an underrated fic

📚 He Needs You by  MoonflowerMorningGlory

Draco/Harry, wordcount 5.6k, cat G

Summary:

There was a ritual. Draco Malfoy would like to ignore the results. Narcissa Malfoy knows better. Harry Potter knows nothing at all, he has no clue what is happening, except he has a meeting to get to and he's too tired for this madness. Short little one shot set in the summer just after the war, before eighth year, while Harry is interning at the Ministry.

AKA the one with Veela Draco and ADHD Harry 🤍

Firstly, I am such a sucker for the whole premise of Draco needing to take care of someone and Harry rather desperately needing someone to take care of him *melting* So the mix of Veela Draco with all the protective instincts and ADHD Harry who is a bit of a distaster is just delicious. Hurt/comfort at its finest <3

Secondly, I love the portrayal of Harry in this story so so much. ADHD is for some reason often belittled as just this thing that makes you unable to sit still in meetings and do a lot of sports. While it really is so much more! So yeah, I loved how the author has touched upon many aspects of it in the fic.

This really is just on another level how validating it feels to read about neurodivergent characters. Keep 'em coming folks! <3 Now, I need more kudos on this beautiful h/c story - go check it out to have your heart melted on this fine Saturday evening 🤍

Thank you for yet amazing prompt @hprecfest. See you in the next one!

Now onto the quotes!

And Harry was embarrassed to admit just how much harder it all was without them. Without the routine. There was nothing to stop him working past 7pm. He struggled to get to sleep and then struggled to stay asleep and then struggled to wake up.

Yep, transitions are a bitch and a half xd

Late. Late. He was so late. He needed to focus.

Somehow being late and super anxious about it just keeps bloody happening to us xd

He leaned against the wall and tried to breathe through the pain. This was silly. He had a meeting to get to.

Buahaha, I love this so much - bleeding, in pain and hurting? I'll be fine, I have a meeting! Can’t be late AGAIN. Oh how familiar that is xd

“Harry!” Both Narcissa and Malfoy had shouted out at his clumsiness

Oh Harry :(

He was ok. He was fine. No big deal. But why did everything always have to hurt?

Welcome to neurodivergent life! We have cookies. We just don't remember where we put them xd

“Potter, are you serious?” Draco scoffed. “You want to go home. You're allowed to go home if you're having a bad day.” Potter blinked.

Oh how I wish someone would say that to me sooner than in my late twenties on the verge of a burnout xd

“Order some takeaway. Run yourself a bubble bath. Read your favourite book. Rest. Sleep.” Harry was staring at him as though he were speaking a foreign language.

It's so sad Harry didn’t even think of this as an option! Good thing Draco got him covered :) Also yes, this is in fact the best way to fend off a bad day. Also a pet nearby would be great :D

[made-by-moon]

The Marauders era characters as things people in my school said:

"You look like my grandma... and she's dead."- Evan Rosier to Regulus Black

"I've got that ipad kid mindset."- Barty Crouch Jr.

"Born to be a whore, forced to be in a committed relationship."- Sirius Black

"It's just a Nazi egg hatching."- Lily Evans about students with dark marks

"Eat the British."- Remus Lupin, my lovely Welsh representative

"Very much gag but not in a slay way."- Marlene Mckinnon

"So you have dysfunctions? Great, me too."- James Potter, the ADHD king

[star-liit]

Regulus I write down my brother's appointments because god knows he won't remember them Black Sirius I dilute my mother's perfume because the smell overwhelms my brother Black Regulus I pretend I want to hold my brother's hand because he's too proud to admit he can't stop fidgeting Black Sirius I coach my brother to recognise social cues Black Regulus I learned through painstaking observation that my hypocrite brother lacks tact Black Sirius I sleep in t-shirts because my brother overheats in his long sleeves at night and gets overstimulated by sudden temperature changes Black Regulus I learned not to take offence to being interrupted mid-sentence at a very young age for some reason Black Sirius I wear the same jacket even in the height of summer because my brother likes the texture Black Regulus I proofread my brother's homework for careless errors and resent the fact he can knock out a brilliant essay without a lick of formal research Black Sirius I can't stick to a schedule to save my life, but I know exactly what time my brother will want an excuse to leave the dinner table to start his night routine Black Regulus I got really good at patching up minor wounds as a child because my brother took approximately eight stupid risks a day Black Sirius I have to remind my brother to take regular study breaks or he'll sit in the same position for six hours and whine about his neck hurting later Black Regulus I once had to start over five times when I tried to draw my brother as an adult because he couldn't decide what he wanted to be when he grew up Black Sirius my brother is neurodivergent, is that coming across Black Regulus and what the fuck are you Black Sirius I kept my brother's room organised exactly as he liked it long after he died because I know how much it mattered to him Black

[winn-wynn]

Percy and Oliver is autism x adhd couple but I will argue that Percy has adhd while Oliver has autism

[ultravioletbrit]

“scratch” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 382 words

Regulus has been forced to work with James on a Potions assignment, which is pure torture and not at all enjoyable.

They have been working on a potion for two hours. Scratch that, Regulus has been working for two hours. James has been doing everything but working.

First, he was late because he was helping a first year who got stuck on the stairs. Which is annoying and not at all endearing.

Then he started flirting with Regulus the moment he arrived. Which is obnoxious and not at all flattering.

He rearranges their ingredients in different ways– in order of use, alphabetically, by size, in rainbow order, etc.– then he’ll smile and scrunch up his nose before rearranging them again. Which is entirely unhelpful and not at all adorable.

He did a handstand in the middle of the room; he just kicked his legs up and stood upside down because “it helps him focus to get the blood flowing in a different direction”. Which is ridiculous and not at all impressive.

He has a habit of unnecessarily cleaning his glasses every five minutes by lifting the hem of his shirt high enough so that Regulus can see the definition of his abs. Which is insufferable and not at all sexy.

James happens to be cleaning his glasses right now and Regulus is so distracted by the movement– the movement and nothing else– that he accidentally puts in double the amount of beetle eye. Regulus doesn’t realize his error until he stirs the potion, and it quickly starts to boil before exploding out of the cauldron, covering them both in thick, purple goo.

Regulus growls under his breath and turns to glare at James who is staring at him with an odd mix of fear and amusement.

“You are the most–” Regulus seethes and starts pushing James backwards; one push for every word he spits at James. “–annoying. Obnoxious. Unhelpful. Ridiculous. Insufferable idiot I have ever met.”

Regulus pushes James until his back hits the wall and he crowds into James’ space. He scowls at James for half a beat before they crash their lips together.

Regulus’ hands immediately find their way into James’ hair and James’ hands grip onto Regulus’ hips. Suddenly, neither of them seems to care that they’re both covered in thick, purple goo.

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

whenever I go to add tags the first three are always harrymort, Harry Potter, voldemort. if that gives you any indication of the brainrot levels going on. and I still have so many saved to my drafts

[abouttimeoc]

[grimalkinmessor]

So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭

[starmoonsunseeker]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Harry Potter, Euphemia Potter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Raising Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First War with Voldemort Doesn't Happen (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Animagus, Animal Transformation, Regulus Black is Harry Potter's Parent, Autistic Regulus Black, Neurodivergent James Potter, Selectively Mute Character, James Potter Has ADHD, Cuddling & Snuggling, Regulus Black has a loving family Summary:

James becomes quiet after the loss of his father. Thankfully, his husband Regulus knows how to navigate the silent world. Even when James spends his mornings in a nearby forest, transformed into a stag.

Comfort piece about love, family, grief and healing and cuddling with a big deer boy.

[dodgerkedavra]

See Me and Live [H/D Mpreg 2024 Fic Claim]

See Me and Live by DodgerKedavra

Word Count: 37,730

Rating: E

Description: Harry and Draco are roommates. They're coworkers. They're secret boyfriends. And now they're having a baby together!?

“Pansy,” Harry hisses at Pansy’s shoulder, partially exposed by the haphazard drape of her dressing gown. “What the fuck?” “I can’t come,” Pansy moans, then sniffles loudly. “I’m ill, Harry. You know how Draco gets when he’s ill. It’s not worth the risk to both of you.” “You can’t do this to me.” Pansy is doing it to Harry—the doing is already in progress, which is why he’s crouched in front of the Floo in the workroom part of their offices at Park and Sons Private Eyes.  “It’s not my choice. It’s not my fault. If I was healthy, you know I’d be there with my power skirt-suit on and my sunglasses in place and my red lipstick all ready to go. But I can’t get up. My head is throbbing.” “Take a potion!” “A potion won’t help.” Pansy coughs, a weak, pathetic little sound. It immediately raises Harry’s suspicions. What really raises his suspicions is that she wriggles her hips at the end of her cough. Harry’s not trying to look at her hips. Her dramatic sprawl puts her head halfway out of view on one end of the Floo and her hips at the other. Also, Harry happens to know that Pansy’s grate is one of those raised ones. It’s at least six inches off the floor. His former-Auror mind quickly deduces that she cannot possibly be lying on the floor. “Pansy,” he says. “I’ll be in tomorrow. Or Friday.” Pansy flaps her hand around. “When I’m fully recovered. If Draco catches this—” “If he catches loads of dick?” Harry says in his most accusatory voice. Pansy freezes. A second too late, she gasps. “How vulgar! How—” She remembers she’s supposed to be on her deathbed, tries to sniffle, and snorts instead. “How presumptuous! And how—how judgmental, Harry. There is nothing at all wrong with sexual congress and I would never begrudge Draco—” “Ron,” Harry shouts. “I know you’re there.” Pansy freezes again. From outside the grate comes a heavy sigh. A sigh that Harry knows very well. Since it’s a sigh coming from the mouth of one of his best friends in the world, Ronald Bilius Weasley.   “Listen, mate—” Harry leans closer to the flames. “I wore the outfit. I’m dressed, Pansy.” “Go upstairs and change!” “I can’t.” “Why? Draco won’t see you stripping down and—” “He’ll hear!” “Well!” Pansy’s hand flaps around in the centre of the grate. “Good! He won’t be surprised!” “If he hears me coming, he will hex me, Pansy!” “Then announce yourself!” “What, just shout that I’m coming back upstairs against the routine because I have to get naked and—” “Why would you have to get naked?” Ron asks. “Because of you,” Harry shoots back. “Mate, I swear, none of this was my idea.” “It wasn’t? Really, Ron? Pansy put you in a Body-Bind and slithered all over your dick and—” Pansy snickers. “He’s not in a Body-Bind now.” “Merlin’s balls. Get off him and come to work. I’m dressed for the mission and you’re fine.” “I’m not,” Pansy whines. “I have a deficiency.” “A dick deficiency?” Harry shouts. “An emergency dick deficiency that’s causing you to totally abandon me? A dickficiency?” From the earthquake-level shaking in Pansy’s shoulders, she’s doing her best to hide belly laughs. “Vit—” Pansy makes several hissing sounds in a row that sound even more like suppressed laughter. “Vitamin D,” she chokes out.

I laughed so much writing this that I almost became injured. From laughing. I had the time of my LIFE.

Special thanks to @babooshkart for the anklet idea, which really brought this whole thing together!

[klanced]

you Must speak on what makes keith a barbie. for the people

1. comically large skill set

barbie MUST be highly skilled at an EXPANSIVE number of things. i am of course alluding to the sheer number of careers barbie has had (over 200!!!!). a barbie must be able to somehow solve every problem she encounters by drawing on her staggeringly large toolbox of Things and Stuff. and keith, to me, fits this bill better than lance.

the other day i was joking about how keith is the most guy of all time, and i stand by that. i think keith has worked a surprising number of jobs considering how young he is. i firmly believe keith has a weird amount of skills and trades under his belt, and with them, he can at least brute force his way through any problem he encounters.

i just think keith can do way more things than lance. BUT, and this is important, most of the things he can do are not life-savingly important. keith is not smarter than lance, he just knows things like how to do the heimlich maneuver on dogs, the best way to select a watermelon (organized by variety and season), how to ground an electric fence, etc.

2. simple zest for life

another defining characteristic of barbie is her simple zest for life. this is not to be confused with like........ idk, constant optimism and being an extrovert (although barbie is pretty optimistic). i just think barbie goes through life pretty confident in herself, and it helps her move through the world feeling very unbothered. it's about being satisfied and content.

i think keith operates in a similar way. like he does the things he does because he thinks it's the best way forward, and then he just does it. lance, meanwhile, is bogged down by a lot of anxiety about himself and his place in the world. keith also has a lot of anxiety about his identity, because of how much is completely unknown to him, but he's not afraid of the not knowing. (well, until the galra thing becomes a possibility, then he has a lot of feels about that.) but besides that, keith in the face of a self-crisis is just like "yeah ok whatever. can i go now? i have to go change the oil in my speeder." like he has shit to do, y'know? like who cares. his dog likes to go on walks at specific times in the day, he doesn't have time for this.

also can we be real for a second. if lance went as barbie for halloween he'd prepare like a million different reasons/justifications for why he's wearing this neon pink cowboy vest and bell bottoms. meanwhile keith would roll into the party dressed as cowgirl barbie purely because he saw the movie and liked the outfit enough to remember and wear it. no further thought.

3. serving cunt

look. i'm just going to be frank with you all: i think keith can, has, and will outserve lance any day of the week. like i'm sorry, but unless we all start getting real desperate with our fanon, that's just the plain truth.

you can put lance in a crop top all you want, but keith's p*ssy p*ps s*verely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thelilreddragon]

I see you accept prompts/drabbles. So here’s one from me:)

Prompt(James/Lily AU where they live): “so love…how was Harry’s first day in kindergarten?”

"You will not believe the day I just had," Lily exclaimed, walking through the door, and throwing her bag into the corner. Trailing behind her, are two young kids, and a tall woman with soft brown hair.

"So, love! How was Harry's first day at Kindergarten?" James called from their kitchen. They had a deal. Whomever picked up their magical menace was responsible for making supper at the end of the day.

"Your son, takes after you!" Lily marches into the kitchen with her friend, and the pair sit at the island. "I tried to drop him off, but he got upset and wouldn't let go of my hand. Makes sense! But he started crying, and I couldn't leave him. I ended up sitting in the corner the whole time."

"Hang on... Harry, do you want to show Mione where you play? The grown ups need to have a chat, okay?"

"Am I in trouble?" Harry asks, looking up at her, twiddling his thumbs.

"Yeah, are we in trouble, Wily?" Hermione asks, grabbing at Harry. The two look at her with sad puppy eyes, and Jean interjects.

"No, kiddos! We're going to talk about your day, and make sure you two can hang out as much as possible! You're not in trouble, my loves!" Jean quickly clairifies, and Harry and Hermione both grin.

"Otay! Come Miones! I gonna show you all my dwagons! And I gonna show you my nifflers! And-" the excited voices trail off, as the two run down the halls of the house.

"I made you both some tea," her husband says. Lily passes the plate of sugar and cream over to Jean. "Lils filled me in a bit. What exactly happened?"

"Well... I wasn't the only mum dealing with a kid in meltdown. I sat next to this lovely woman; Jean Granger, and we had a nice chat. Her daughter, Hermione, was out playing with Harry."

"And how old is your son Harry?" Jean had asked.

"He's just turned five in July. How about your girl?"

"She just turned six last week! She's a bright little one, but we thought it might be best if we ease her into primary school."

"That is such a smart idea!" They sit in silence for a minute, just watching their kids play together, when they hear Harry yell out.

"No, Mione!" Harry was sat in front of some blocks, and building what resembled a church, and his friend had found a dragon.

"This is my Dragon, Harry! Lookit!"

"Mione, watch my blocks!" While flying around, Hermione got too close to Harry's building, and knocked the whole thing over.

"Oh noes, Harry! I broken your blocks!" She starts to sniffle, and tears stream down her face. Hermione starts getting up to walk away. Jean moves to get up to go and sort it out, but Lily places her hand on her shoulder.

"Hang on. Harry's about to do something," Lily whispers, and Jean waits a moment.

"That's okay, Miones! I can always rebuild it! Where you go?" Harry asks, as Hermione stands in front of him.

"You don't want to be my friend anymore. That's okay." She sniffles, and Harry stands up to face her.

"Just cuz my building broked, doesn't mean we can't be friends anymore! I still love youse!" Harry puts his hand on her shoulder and kisses her cheek.

"I promise to always be your friend!"

"Always?"

"Always!" The pair start to glow golden, and both Lily and Jean stare at eachother, panic on their faces.

"And that's why I'm over here. Lily said that you two could explain what's going on. All I know is that my daughter is magical." Jean explains.

"Yes. Hermione is a witch. I grew up in an entirely magical family. Pureblooded wizards. Lily is the same way as Hermione is. She was raised by the non-magical, with no magic."

"So that means that I was in the same spot as Hermione... however, I did not magically soulbond myself with a boy at the age of six." Lily says. James and Jean look horrified, and yell at the same time.

"They bonded souls!?"

[dark-elf-writes]

JEIDBEBHEJFJDJEJE

Harry mentally spamming sexy images of Charlie tho

Harry: *thinking about that thing Charlie did with his mouth last night while nodding his head along to whatever song has been in his head this week, composing his shopping list, and wondering if he can make Bella’s truck work on magic since she likes it so much*

Edward: *wondering if he can tear his own head off so he can get some peace and fucking quiet and not think about Charlie Swan’s oral abilities*

[trohpi]

im tired of yall only headcanoning loud, hyper, and outgoing characters as having adhd. like i want to see the shy & introverted characters with adhd. the forgetful & clumsy characters with adhd. the careless & rude characters with adhd. not everyone with adhd is a golden retriever!

[corvid-corvette-coven]

I think the real cause of ADHD is goblins.

I attempted a search for my asthma puffer because i need to whizz and i keep that thing on my person a statistically significant amount of time because i enjoy breathe effective when it’s sold in a canister (I was offered an O’ Hare Air sponsored respiratory system, unaware it involved microtransactions).

I search every surface and crevice that is possible to have stolen my puffer from me, checked under the cat, in my pockets thrice over, double checked the cat, went to a different room and checked several surfaces. This is a song and dance i perform frequently so my resistance to frustration for these situations is generously described as well adjusted.

I return to the initial location i investigated to discover the object of my inconvenience, my hard plastic, blue asthma puffer, was positioned upon the floor directly in the centre of the space i was initially investigating within and sweeping back and forth throughout(a rather small area i must say).

ADHD is the result of goblins, trickery is afoot within my own home, the cat seems to enjoy his naps accompanied by orchestral tunes, chill jazz, classical instrumentation, or anything that was/ could have been performed well before the invention of the electric guitar, or WW1.