#I think Hermione would be the one to be the closest to the pedestal

[maddiesup]

Tag game!

I was tagged by @ohbabycupcakes thank u💖

RULES: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people + leave comments on all of them

This is gonna be hard, where do I even start?

1) Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Okay I'm- trying not to laugh too hard because oh boy, this show was a complete mess. BUT Keith still stays as one of my favorite characters ever just because no matter how badly I was hurt by vld he'll always be precious to me 💖 He's hotheaded, cool and a lone wolf, but needs affection more than anyone else on the team. He's easy for me to relate to as I am more likely to push someone away than to keep them close just to avoid being hurt as well. His development is amazing tho and I love love him so much 😭 also it might be just that I have a soft spot for emo characters lmao

2) Todoroki Shoto (Boku no Hero Academia)

This just reinforces my statement earlier since Todoroki is pretty emo too :') But in a different way than Keith. If you are a part of bnha fandom you know he's generally a little bit overrated, but I couldn't help falling in love with him at first sight anyway lol His backstory is tragic but he keeps pursuing his dream and damn is he good at it. Also the combo of fire and ice is aesthetic goals. However, what I admire the most about Shoto is probably his loyalty to his friends, his will to fight and sometimes his goofy attitude (even if he probably isn't aware that he's being goofy lol) In conclusion: I love him, let's move on.

3) Uenoyama Ritsuka (Given)

Can I just stop to say how much I love given for a moment? Like I've never seen a bl anime/manga that would portray gay characters so respectfully 😭❤️ Ue is basically me gay panicking, I feel the boy so much :') OH also what's up with gays & guitars bc first given, then why r u and now also 2gether :') (I might be falling in love with this trope help) okay so: Ue is panicking when he starts liking Mafuyu but he handles it so well in a way? He doesn't deny his crush even if he is slow to notice it lol He's straightforward and sometimes a little bit rough around the edges, but even if he's supposed to be "the cool guy" we see him in the most hilarious settings and that just makes me love him all the more 💖 he respects Mafuyu and his boundaries and I want more of that in bl anime please

4) Eiji & Ash (Banana Fish)

Uhhhh this anime,,, I CANNOT choose between Ash and Eiji, I'm gonna forever see them as a pair and that's simply it. Ash is another emo one I would like to say that but he's actually not. He's backstory is heartbreaking and the life he has to live is dangerous and scary. He gets used to this reality where he has no one to rely on and no one to trust but then Eiji appears tearing his walls down and making him finally be able to show his soft and sensitive side to someone. Eiji is like a salve for his wounds and yes, I'm still emotional about it bc their relationship is one of the best developped I've ever seen. Their bond is so strong it's beautiful, they would literally die for each other. It's so apparent that they love each other and care for each other so much (don't mind me crying in the corner)

5) Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)

PJ technically got me into fantasy/sci-fi in elementary school and it stays at the top of my favorite book series list ever (big props to Uncle Rick 👏) The whole series is funny and I would say pretty light-hearted even tho you know,,, Percy saves the world several times, lol, usual demigod things™. He's lovable. Son of Poseidon so he has seaweeds instead of a brain (or so you thought, he is brilliant at strategic planning and has a charisma to be a great leader), has a very good sense of humor, is loyal and would risk everything for his friends. Also he loves his girlfriend very much and I was crying while reading the House of Hades but no one needed to know that oh well. I'm also gonna mention Nico de Angelo here, since he fell in love with Percy (didn't we all tho) and was the first gay character I saw portrayed in the book and oh do I love him 😭💖

6) 707 (Mystic Messenger)

Was I losing sleep over this game? I was. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not. I think my choices are pretty boring tho, since Seven is literally everyone's favorite but oh boy there's a reason for that. Apart from being a talented hacker who knows too much (and I think is cautious of us the most at the start) he has a lovely happy-go-lucky personality composed of all the lame jokes, questions "have you eaten already" and anxiety (another emo one). He's that type of a character who will always try to make you laugh but you never know what's going on inside his head. He's mysterious and we don't get to know him well till his route so pretty much till the end of the game lol. Also he loves his brother, phd pepper, honey buddha chips and Elizabeth 3rd the most in this entire world and I love him for that

7) Evan Hansen (Dear Evan Hansen)

ANOTHER EMO ONE okay but hear me out Evan has social anxiety and its portrayal is almost too real for me. He makes a big oopsie which at the start seems like a little innocent lie but then snowballs to enormous sizes. He gains everything in this bargain, a best (dead) friend, a caring mother, a father, a girlfriend even - and then everything falls apart since it all is built on one fat lie. He makes a lot of mistakes and then some more but you get it and you feel for him, and you cry with him and you're happy for him. And when all of this is over you're glad that he's still there trying his best, taking it one day at a time. And sidenote: Ben Platt's voice is angelic and I love him as Evan 💖💖💖

8) Isak (SKAM)

Another gay panicking one. I'm starting to realize there's a set of traits that I particularly like in fictional characters lol But ye, when I was watching skam ofc it was the third season which gripped me the most and kept me on the edge, bc yet again Isak taking an "are you gay" test was way too real for me. He makes a lot of mistakes along the way of figuring out his sexuality and sometimes stuff with Evan becomes really messy (for both of them) but he stays with him nevertheless ❤️ Skam is literally so good in its portrayal of the characters :') Anyways: alt er love 💖

9) Viktor & Yuuri (Yuri on Ice)

Em, another one that I absolutely can't break up to just one bc how could I? Yuri on ice got me into skating ❤️ I went to an ice rink for the first time bc of this anime and I almost died but now look at me actually finishing my first three months of ice skating training and watching real life figure skating competitions :') Little did I know then. But they're not only my favourites bc of that, I genuinely love the development of their relationship from fan - idol through skater - couch to lovers and history makers in the end. I love how Yuuri is a ball of insecurities and how Viktor manages to reassure him. I love how Viktor fell in love with drunk Yuuri clinging to him. I love how at first Yuuri wasn't able to get too close to Viktor without getting flustered and it changes so drastically to them basically always holding onto each other. I love how Viktor was stuck with no inspiration but then Yuuri came and turned his world upside down. I love how they support and respect each other. I could probably go on into eternity like that and Yuri on ice isn't even the best anime I've ever seen but it's certainly my favourite one ❤️

10) Tutor (WHY R U)

I can't believe I'm so obsessed with thai dramas rn and I'm only gonna include Tor on this list smh He's mental attitude inspires me. He's able to hold so much and appears totally unfazed even if he's barely holding on inside. He's hardworking and doesn't want others to pity him since he can manage it all just fine. He has a kind heart, he's a wonderful friend (especially to Hwa, he always listens to her, gives her pieces of advise, supports her and tries to cheer her up). He never forgets to say thank you when he genuinely feels grateful. But as we've seen he also is passionate and when he loves he LOVES. Also he's the biggest tease to Fighter and I love him for that :') I am so satisfied just by seeing him happy, please do not change that whyru gods 🙏

As it appears I'm done .-. I have no idea what have just happened and if my rambling even makes sense but not that I care at this point. If you read this far, please drink some water now, that was a lot of reading to go through ❤️

Tagging: @wir-ro, @saecookie and any other 8 people who might want to ksks (im too tired to tag lmao)

Don't be like me and go to bed at reasonable hours despite this whole quarantine thing .-. thank again Doreen for tagging since it was really fun 🥺❤️

[kca1516]

Summary:

Draco and Y/N are rivals...until they are most certainly not.

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This is a oneshot (with potential to be expanded on) where the reader and Draco are enemies through their years in Hogwarts. One day Draco's insult goes too far, and the reader starts avoiding him. Outraged and jealous, Draco tracks her down and forces her to tell him what's wrong.

She finds out not everything is as it seems.

(Gryffindor!reader)

Warnings: Smut, light dom/sub, dom!Draco, angst with a happy ending, slight dub-con (at one point the reader tries to escape from where draco has her pinned, this leads into the smut but the smut is consensual) also this was edited quickly so mistakes will pop up hear and there

This fic can also be found in full on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26475127

Hope you enjoy Part 2!

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N.”

You look up from where you had been studying, or at least attempting to. 

As much as you tried to convince yourself, and those around you, you had been distracted the past few days. 

There had been an inability to focus on anything as a darkness had carved out a home inside of you.

“Nothing’s wrong. What would make you think that?” you say without even looking up from the blurring inked letters on the page.

A chair pulls out from the table in front of you as a dark haired boy plops into the seat without invitation. You both know he didn’t need one.

Harry Potter huffed a laugh at the lie that left your lips.

“Have you actually fooled anyone with that line?”

You allowed yourself to smile, unable to resist him.

Knowing you wouldn’t be left in peace until you gave in, you let the old library book in your hand close shut with a puff of dust before focusing your attention on the boy in front of you. 

There was a kindness to him. The wireframe glasses sliding lower and lower on his crooked nose hid his emerald eyes, and his hair was an endearing mess on top of his head. 

“No, but I definitely didn’t think you’d be able to tell the difference,” you say, teasing him.

A crooked smile lit his face, one you saw less and less of as the years went by. 

“There she is,” he says, “was wondering where’d you gone.”

You scowl, but he had already proven his point. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, making sure he understood that you weren’t going to make this any easier on him then you already had. 

“What is it you want, Harry?” you ask, not unkindly.

Almost as easily as you and Malfoy had become enemies, you and Harry had become friends. 

You had met the boy after the sorting ceremony. All gathered around the glittering Gryffindor table, you had been sitting across from the boy like you were now. 

Not one to be shy, you had struck up a conversation with him. Soon enough you began talking as if you had been best friend’s all your life. 

Though you admired and knew the story of who he was, especially as a first year, you had never put him on a pedestal. Nor had you expected unrealistic miracles from him. It was one of the reasons he had come to trust you, and you him. 

Well, that and you guys bonded over your shared hatred of a certain Slytherin. But you had been doing so good not thinking of the silver haired boy and you didn’t want to backslide, even though you knew that was exactly that reason Harry had come to find you.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N,” he said.

The two of you had been through too much to have any patience for bullshit answers. You both knew well enough that life was too short. 

“Why have you been acting off all week? Something’s wrong, and I’m not going to let you keep moping about it for another.”  

You had been expecting the question, but it didn’t mean it was any easier to answer.

After you had threatened Malfoy in the hallway, and ordered him to stay away from you, you had been sucked into a vortex of heartbreak. 

His words repeated obsessively over and over in your head, as if determined to crush your heart so it could never reform and make the mistake of forgiving him. 

Part of you had wished Malfoy didn’t respect your wishes. Part of you wished he had marched you down just so you could let out all of this built up of anger sitting in your chest. 

You knew better then to let him get the chance in case he wormed his way back into your heart. 

Even thinking it made you roll your eyes. You had never even had anything close to a friendship with Malfoy. It was ridiculous how easily you had unknowingly fallen for him, and it wasn’t one of your prouder achievements.  

So no, you weren’t going to give Malfoy a chance to redeem himself. Anytime you saw a hint of platinum hair, or a flash of a green tie, you would turn and escape the other way. Making sure to firmly ignore any cry of your name that might follow, despite how that one was harder to ignore.

Now a week had gone by without seeing Malfoy at all, and it felt like someone had torn off your limb and left you to bleed out. You hadn’t realized how critical a part Malfoy played in your life until he had been firmly removed from it.

You looked at Harry, who was patiently waiting for you to open up. 

He had always been so nice to you, always looked out for you, and had even been able to banter playfully back and forth with you. Everything you thought you wanted in a guy. Why couldn’t you have fallen for him? Your heart had found the one person who had the ability to shred it to pieces, and decided that was the person it would give itself to.

You ripped out the tie that had been holding your hair up with an unprecedented force as you figured out how to answer your friend.

“It’s Malfoy,” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear as you avoided eye contact.

The looming stacks of ancient books in the library were all but empty as a storm was coming in. Most of the students had retired to their commons rooms before the outdoor winds began to whistle through the corridors. 

There was no way Harry didn’t hear you.

Immediately his attitude changed. His spine straightened as a barely controlled fire lit in his eyes. It was almost familiar, as you had seen it in the mirror often enough. But there was something different about Harry’s version, there was a carnal desire threaded through each lick of flame. It was moments like these you wondered if the sorting hat had put him in the right house all those years ago. He was Gryffidnor through and through, but underneath his courage there was an inexplicable sadism that drove his actions.

 “What the hell did he do,” Harry said, his voice leaving no room for argument. You had dug your own grave, now you had to lie in it. 

“It’s nothing, really,” you tried, “it’s just...he went too far. I know you hate him, rightfully so, but try to understand that we had boundaries. Unspoken rules. There were some lines neither of us crossed, but you know how he gets when his friends are there to egg him on. He went too far.”

The uncontrolled edge within Harry, the one you were always afraid he would jump clean off, evened out to flat land. The hatred died down to embers of sympathy. 

That was always the case. As much as you could tell Harry wanted to scour the castle until he found Malfoy, and knock some sense into him, this Harry would always be there to balance him out. 

His thumb brushed the side of your hand kindly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

Somehow that was better than if he had been mad. 

You didn't want mad.

You didn’t want Hermione to say Malfoy was a prick all along, or Ron to remind you of all his warnings against the Slytherin. As much as you wanted to hate Malfoy, you couldn’t. 

That was the real problem.

Frustration clumped in your eyelashes, but you didn’t break. You knew that to start would mean you would never stop. 

“As much as I can’t stand the guy, I never thought that he was actually looking to hurt you,” Harry continued, “I know you two had a...complicated relationship.”

His evident implications didn’t go unnoticed.

You didn’t have enough presence of mind to keep the blatant shock off your face. Although you had realized the truth of your feelings a while ago, even if you never planned on fully admitting it to yourself, you had thought you’d been doing good at keeping other people from noticing. 

“How did you know?” you asked, wondering how you had given the true nature of your feelings away. You were normally better than that.

Harry turned red as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Um...well-”

“Hermione figured it out didn’t she,” you said with a fond shake of your head.  

Harry was notorious for being oblivious in situations such as yours. He wouldn’t have been able to put the pieces together, despite his good intentions. 

“Oi, shut it,” he said, bashfully, “I would have figured it out eventually.” 

He loved his friends. He would never skip out on their lives deliberately. 

The mood sombered quickly despite your longing for the carefree nature between the two of you. Harry made sure to catch your eye again before you could escape into yourself.

“Look, I don’t know what he did, and I’m not saying to give him another chance if you don’t want to. He's a right git, but I don’t like seeing you miserable either.”

You sighed your frustrations.

“I just don’t want to get hurt again,” you said, so softly you couldn’t find yourself within the words, “Not by him. I don’t know if I could handle that.”

Harry closed his hands over your own, and the warmth tingled comfortably throughout your body. 

As easy as it would be to like him, he was one of your closest friends. You wouldn’t give the bond you had with him now up for anything.

“Hey, listen to me.”

You allowed your fingers to intertwine with his.

“Getting hurt is inevitable. You just have to decide if it's worth missing out on all the good, too.”

For a moment, you saw past his battle scars to the earnest, hopeful eleven year old boy he had once been. You hated that so much had taken his innocence from him, but one thing would never change. At his core, above all, Harry loved.

You loved him for it.   

Naturally, it didn’t stop you from leaning forward and flicking him on the forehead. 

“What was that for?” Harry grouched loud enough that the librarian shushed them from across the room.

“For being such a good friend,” you responded as you stood from your chair and started packing up your long forgotten notes and books.

Lighting flashed outside followed by the warnings of thunder, it was time you joined your housemates in the common room. 

“If that’s the thanks I get I might as well hang out with Malfoy myself,” he grumbled.

You snorted, imagining the horror show that would be. 

“Draco has nothing on me,” you said, tussling your friend’s hair, “don’t you dare forget it.”

You shouldered your bag, and pushed in your chair. You were ready to leave when you noticed Harry hadn’t gotten up with you.

“You coming? The rain’s going to start soon.”

Harry cringed, it was obvious he hadn’t expected to be questioned. He leaned forward in his chair, clasping his hands together as he tried to adopt the innocent is me expression. 

You were already unimpressed. 

“Well, you see, I have a- um-”

“On second thought I don’t want to know what illegal thing you, Ron, and Hermione are doing this time around. I’ll see you at the quidditch game tomorrow, Harry.”

You waved as you walked away, and he didn’t bother protesting what the two of you knew to be true as he waved you off.

 You pushed through the carved wooden door, and hurried into the hall so you wouldn’t get crushed by its back swing. 

A jarring boom barred you from the warming spell that kept the library at a comfortable temperature. You didn’t bother suppressing a shiver as you pulled your robe tighter around you.

Outside, a gust of wind curled through the exposed courtyard. The sky had darkened to a bruised purple, and you revelled in the excitement it brought. You were eager to feel something other than sadness and anger, and gladly took what replaced it. You had always been enamoured by storms, and part of you wanted to stay and watch as the sky raged down upon you.

But the emptiness of the halls pressed in around you, forbidding you from escaping the uneasiness that pressed in around you. It was almost like someone was watching you. Unable to help yourself, you glanced left and right for any sign of life, but were unconsoled by the emptiness that met you. Deciding you’d rather watch the storm from the window in your dorm, you quickly took to your right. 

But as you were about to hurry your way back to the Gryffindor common room, a hand gripped your upper arm. You were jerked in the opposite direction of your destination and pulled down a darkened hall. A scream caught in your throat as a hand secured itself firmly over your mouth. You clutched the arm pulling you, adrenaline racing through you as your back suddenly collided with the wall. Your hands were pinned by your head so you couldn’t grab for your wand.  

Your bag had fallen when the stranger grabbed you. Your things now lay scattered across the hall as you tried to catch your breath. But even knowing you should be absolutely terrified, a sudden calmness had washed over you anyway. You’d know the hands holding you down anywhere. You’d know the rumbling voice even if you went deaf. You’d know the sharpened jawline even if you couldn’t see.

You’d know the looming figure of Draco Malfoy anywhere.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the anger of his face before going dark again.

For the first time you understood the name that had been coined for him since their first year.

The Slytherin Prince.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Part Three Here

[autumnsnuggling]

July 31st

So, I saw a video of someone opening a birthday present and that got me thinking about Harry’s birthday, and now I can’t stop and have to write this somewhere because I can’t focus on my fic with this running around in my head! 

So, obviously Harry’s birthdays were always terrible with the Dursley’s, but even throughout Hogwarts he never really had a good birthday. he had a pretty memorable one, being rescued by a flying car, but other than that it wasn’t really mentioned and as always, our precious boy faded into the background, getting a few choice gifts from the closest people to him, but otherwise spending the day pretty normally. I don’t see Draco letting that happen once they get together (which we all know they do, okay?!)

I don’t think Harry would want a big party, but I don’t think Draco would care. Once, just once, the Boy Who Lived needed to experience what it was like to have a massive party, with everyone turning up to shower him in gifts, celebrate with him all night, eat FANTASTIC food, and be allowed to do whatever he wants to do.

So Draco tells his marvellous boyfriend that he’s going to have a party. There will be no ifs, and no buts. There is nothing he can do to stop this. It’s happening. End of. 

Harry’s shocked and uncomfortable. They bicker in true Drarry fashion continuously about it, but nothing works because Draco is just as stubborn as he is. Draco doesn’t understand that big parties are what his cousin used to want, not that true friends came, but still! They were full of huge presents just for show, and the idea of Harry himself getting that makes him feel like a spoiled brat. Plus there’s the whole issue of it being him, Harry James Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World. He doesn’t want people there because of that. But of course, Draco doesn’t listen to him and just tells him the party is happening and he should stop wasting his breath. 

Draco doesn’t let Harry in on the details, he doesn’t say who is going to be there, what the plan for the day is, or even where it will be. Harry just knows he is not allowed to do ANYTHING that day. The only reply Harry gets after nearly having a mental break down from the sheer anxiety and annoyance is, “Honestly, Harry, don’t you trust me?” and suddenly? He realises he does. This is Draco. Draco knows him better than anyone. Draco has never put him on a pedestal (apart from to do naughty things too, right? or seen him as more than Harry feels that he is. To Draco, he is truly ‘Just Harry’, which makes the whole idea of the ordeal a little easier to deal with. 

The day gets closer, more plans are secretly arranged with the help of the Weasley clan and Hermione (not that the bastards will talk to him about it), and somewhere along the way Harry realises he’s actually excited. A tiny part of him that he thought had been killed, suffocated by the Dursley’s through all those years of abuse and neglect finally gets to take a deep breath of air, and suddenly it’s screaming with joy in the back of his mind that someone loves him enough to finally throw him a birthday party. 

On the actual day, Harry’s woken up in a very special NSFW way by Draco, and they laze in bed for a while, fingers lazily linked, occasionally tracing each other’s bodies, before Draco slaps his ass gently and drags him to the shower to get ready for his day, because “Birthday boy or not Potter, I will not be seen with a smelly ragamuffin!” and if it takes them a little longer to shower because they get distracted, well that’s just life, isn’t it?

Not long after breakfast, which Harry cooks for them as Draco still almost sets the house on fire every time he so much as looks at a frying pan, Draco and Harry leave so that the gang can come in and decorate, not that Harry knows that of course. They go flying. It’s not often they get to anymore and trying to find the snitch before each other is still one of their favourite things to do. In later years he’ll take Harry where his father always took him on his birthday, but the important thing today is the party, and Draco doesn’t want to overwhelm his lover. 

 Of course, back at their house, it’s being transformed. Draco has gone out of his way to shower his man, the best person he knows in the world, who never gave up on him and drove him up the wall whilst doing so, the person he loves more than he could ever say, with EVERYTHING  he could have possibly ever wanted and more. There are massive piles of presents, the biggest most delicious cake you can buy, plus a massive order of cakes from Mrs Weasley because everyone needs home made cakes from their mum, excellent music playing, wonderful fairy lights and decorations, banners that are charmed to wish Harry a happy birthday whenever he walks by, magical balloons that sing to you and bop people on the head as they walk past, and so much more. 

So when Harry gets back from the game with Draco, all his friends and family are there, ready and waiting, with huge grins on their faces ready to welcome him in and have the BEST birthday he’s ever bloody had!

And Harry’s just... Overwhelmed? For the first time, he’s actually allowed to be a kid on his birthday. For the first time, he can actually believe that people did this just for him, because they love him, not because he was the Chosen One, not because he defeated Voldemort or had some stupid prophecy written about him. Just because they love him. 

But my favourite part? As he starts going through the mountain of presents (36? Ha! Try 86!) initially he’s embarrassed, still slightly uncomfortable at the memory of his cousin. But each one encourages him. Each thoughtful gift makes him more and more excited, until he’s literally got tears in his eyes at the thought of getting another one. Each present is unwrapped gently. After all those years where he only got coat hangers or dirty old clothes, he savours each and every moment, the fact that he knows this is going to be a good gift, something he’ll love, something that shows how much people love him. For a moment after every gift, he just stops and stares at it, still half wrapped, in complete awe because he finally got to be spoiled by people who love him. All the while, Draco is sat beside him, glowing with pride, and suffering terribly with allergies, not caring one stinking bit that it’s taken Harry 3 hours to get through all of his presents. He’s catalogued every second and as soon as he can, he extracts the memory of watching his lover painstakingly open all his gifts and cry with happiness. He will treasure that day for the rest of his life. 

Once the gifts are finally out of the way, they all play silly children’s games, both muggle and wizard, eat too much cake, laugh loudly and and generally enjoy themselves and Harry can’t figure out how his life changed so much, going from an abusive family, to almost dying every year, to this pure joy. But it doesn’t really matter how it happened, just that it did, and at the end of the night he can’t thank Draco enough for throwing him his first proper birthday party. 

If you have any birthday HC’s I’d love love love to read them! This one just appeared and needed out lol

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Gray you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Peter Pettigrew!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Peter’s a character that normally gets so little love and it’s really sad to see that people aren’t more excited to explore all of his various personality traits, and what might lead a character like him to snap in the way he does. It was so lovely seeing your interpretation of what drives him, and how important love and admiration are to him -- and it’s really going to be exciting watching you play out how his journey goes! We’re so excited to have you in the rp! *your faceclaim change to Olly Alexander has been accepted!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Gray//24//She-Her//CST (USA)

ACTIVITY

I should be on at least everyday for an hour (but let’s be real it’ll be more). It’ll be a 7/10.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Found it through the tags on Tumblr

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I’ve always connected with Hermione (her from the 4th book is pretty much me). Someone who always wanted to be the best, not to prove she was worth something but to prove that she could do what she loved most the best.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing I can think of

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Peter Pettigrew

FACE CLAIM

In order of preference

1) Olly Alexander

2) Iwan Rheon

3) Dane Dehaan

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I played Peter once before and have always been drawn to him. He’s what I consider the “misunderstood” marauder. The one people always like to count out. He just wanted to be loved so he latched onto the first three fellows who showed him any sense of kindness. Peter spent most of his time at school trying to prove to everyone he belonged in Gryffindor and for many, it wasn’t enough. This is what made the hard-working and kind boy begin to sour. He’s really just lost and doesn’t know who he is anymore and wants to find something, anything that’ll make him feel like a real person. Like a person who is valued.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Preferred Ship: Peter Chemistry

Sexuality: He’s spent most of his time convinced he likes girls. He’s had crushes on girls. He’s attracted towards girls. That being said, a lot of it comes from seeing what his friends do and how people are regarded when many of the members of the opposite sex fancy them. He’s just recently begun to discover that his admiration towards many of his male peers isn’t just admiration… it’s lust and it scares him that he may fancy guys.

Romance: Peter is a hopeless romantic. Always has, always will be. He even romanticizes his friendship with the Marauders. Peter just wants to settle down and have his future spouse think the world of him

Gender/Pronouns: Cis-Male, He/Him

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A FEW HEADCANONS

Peter is an only child and is a complete momma’s boy. He loves his mother more than anything and would do everything for her. This is part of the reason he is so soft.

Peter always wanted to play quidditch but was terrible at the sport. This is one of the reasons he put James on such a high pedestal later in life.

He expected to be in Hufflepuff and spent the first three years of school trying to figure out why/how he’d been placed in the house he was.

He never said it aloud but some of the points the Slytherins made about blood purity, made sense to him… something he’d never tell his closest friends.

He just wants to please everyone and this is one of the main traits that gets him into trouble.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

If I could invent a charm, it would be a love charm. Not one of romantic love but one of an undying affection. That way I would always have someone around that cares for me and thinks the world of me. I suppose I’d call it… Amorrem

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

James and a flashlight. He’s far braver than I and would make sure we got out safe. I’d have a flashlight because well… I’m afraid of the dark and sometimes it’s hard to keep my wand lit when I get nervous.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

One’s dealing with life or death. Well I’ve never really faced life or death in the real sense so… make or break decisions are the hardest. I’m always worried I’m going to fuck up and that I could sour someone’s opinion of me.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

There goes Peter. It’s sad really. How lonely and pathetic he is.

WRITING SAMPLE

He woke up sweating. He always woke up sweating. At least he hadn’t awoken screaming as he’d done for the past few weeks. With a groan, he got up and made his way towards the bathroom sink. His hands were shaking as he tried to splash water on his face. He needed to get things together. No he needed to get his life together. He’d been a nervous wreck since graduation. He’d thought that being free from Hogwarts would make him finally feel at peace, it was simply the opposite. No longer was he living with his best friends. He was alone and Peter didn’t do well alone.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, he began to feel sick. You’re pathetic, you know that? He thought to himself, closing his eyes tight. “Fuck.” He muttered before throwing everything off the bathroom counter. He dropped to his knees. “You’ll never be anything.” This was just one of his bad days. He’d had a lot of those recently. He probably needed to talk to someone but he couldn’t talk to James, to Sirius, or even to Remus. Instead, he just sat alone on the floor, wondering where he went wrong with who he was. How did he lose the Peter Pettigrew he’d finally grown to accept?

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly began to pick up the toiletries and other items that had crash landed on the floor. Once he’d meticulously put everything back the way it was, he moved back to his bedroom. He threw himself across the bed, contemplating whether or not he needed to owl his mum. She was one person he knew would always love him. The one that would always set him straight. That being said, he didn’t want to upset her. How could he? She thought the world of him and he didn’t want to tarnish his reputation; not with her. Peter moved from the bed to his wardrobe, mindlessly thumbing through the few shirts he had. After five minutes of staring at a plaid shirt, he put it on. There was nothing special about Peter just as there was nothing special about his wardrobe. For all intents and purposes, Peter was ordinary. Yet it was always these ordinary people, the people you least expected, that would cause the biggest stir. Peter didn’t know it yet, but he was destined to be special; just not the way he had hoped.