#erise collab

[aixeko]

Hi good evening, morning or afternoon Aixeko. I was wondering if you could write an intersex Arlecchino x fem reader who spend their wedding night on the beach.

𓆩♡𓆪 “ DID I DREAM THAT WE DANCED FOREVER,

in a wish that we made together, on a night that I prayed would never end ” 𓆩♡𓆪

| Starring | Newly-wed Intersex-Service-Top!Arlecchino x Pillow princess?Reader

| Setting | Wedding night on the beach

| Scenario |  [ REQUESTED WORK | DRABBLE ] SMUT! With tooth rotting fluff. Pronouns are not used, only female anatomy is used. The children call the reader by the title “Mother.” Soft Arle. Skinny dip. Semi-Public love making. Aftercare. So fluffy it’s making me barf rainbow. Arle is mainly referred to as Peruere. Not really proofread.

► RADIO CHANNEL [Author note]

× My first request, had to prioritize this first over my current w.i.p arle fic lmao × This also reminded me of my first fic of Arle, which is the "Peruere" one, it's exactly how I imagine their wedding was like 🥹 Perhaps those who read it can take it as a little prequel to the fic × Anyway, I assumed you wanted smut from the intersex Arle part so here it is, no angst which is surprising. Hope you enjoy <3

[ Word count: 2240 ] | Art credit: Nuiilar on Twitter

The harmonious voices of the children's choir sound through the velvety night sky, their melodic tones blending in perfect unison with the tender moment unfolding before their very eyes. At the sight of their father dipping their mother for an intimate kiss, the children can't help but be sent into fits of gleeful excitement, ending their synchronized orchestration.

You all but chuckled at the audible jubilation; you could practically hear their eyes sparkling with enchantment as they cheered and clapped upon witnessing such a rare affectionate display between their parents. Even after the mandatory altar kiss, the kids were still bubbling over with joy, perhaps influenced by such an intense, delightful air of love.

The kiss lingered, time seemingly freezing in tune as if the world melted and revolved around you, suspending this tender moment to an everlasting core memory in a sea of recollection. Yet, with much reluctance, you were the first to break the magical spell laid upon her lips, pulling away despite your heart's yearning to savor the embrace just a little longer. After all, you were still in the presence of your children; you wouldn't want the situation to escalate to something much too inappropriate in a public setting.

You sense a slight disappointment from Arlecchino as your eyes open to absorb one another's souls once more. The edge of your lip twitches upward into a knowing smile, and Arlecchino, who notices it, can only shake her head in infinitesimal embarrassment at her sudden need to be as impossibly close as she can be to you.

You lean in close, hot breath trickling against her pierced earlobe as you whisper, "Quite eager are we now, my dearest, Peruere?"

Your voice is laced with playful teasing, yet your vocals do not reciprocate the soul; your body, betraying your hypocritical saying with the factuality of reality being that every fiber of your being is aching with desire for her; you can practically hear your heart racing like a dog off its leash, a clear evidence of your struggle to contain the passion that threatens to consume you whole.

The laughter in your throat burst out of its confinement as you saw a tint of red painting her cheeks. The infamous Knave, Arlecchino, the fourth of the Fatui Harbinger, a woman of near godly power and the Father of the House of the Hearth, whose shyness is one of a thousand lifetimes' worth of rarity, has fallen prey to your shenanigans. Despite the silliness of it all, a warmth envelops your heart in gratitude for having a chance to live in a lifetime where she, whose heart is covered in frost, can blaze in your presence.

The discordant atmosphere slowly faded to one of a gentle breeze, the moon rising to its fullest, symbolizing the dead of the night, where beauty arises in the silence of humanity. Under its moonlit gaze, you drag Arlecchino with you, grinning and laughing like the carefree days when the world was a simpler, less complicated place, one in which your shared young minds felt like their rulers.

Footprints imprint the sand, lasting mere seconds before being washed away by the shore like those traces have simply never existed. Reaching what seems to be the midway point of the enormous coastline, you release your hold on your lover to dance a few inches away, allowing your body to embrace nature's hug.

You let out a sigh of contentment, letting your arm remain outstretched while your eyes linger on the moon. A smile creeps upon your face at the familiarity of such a scene, more specifically the one who illustrates it similarly.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You questioned, turning to look at her with closed-eyed grins.

Arlecchino—Peruere, who had not once settled her gaze on where your perspective retained the attention of nods in agreement. Because once the world was obstructed by its blind spot, she had surveyed its scenery and details like an ancient book lost in the depths of falsehood. She had watched her world countless times, wondering how she had been so fortunate to stumble upon such treasure. How can someone like you allow someone like her to take your hand in a marriage vowed to withstand beyond life and death?

"My dear Pierre, are you alright? You seem to be in a daze of sorts."

Half worried and half-amused, you made your way to her, pressing a palm against her forehead to check if the woman had contracted a fever, knowing full well it was rare for such a thing to occur.

"My enchantress, had you not satiated yourself enough with this relentless amorousness?"

Arlecchino's words have you in light giggles; you had not intended for her to feel seduced by you, but it seems your obliviousness has added fuel to the caged flame since the next thing you can render is her lips against yours.

You're left stunted for a while before finally, your body relaxes within her embrace, returning her eager kiss with equal ferocity. You can feel the air in your lungs being drained lifelessly out of its source as if a vampire has wrapped its sharp fangs around your frail neck. You struggle to keep up with the intoxicating atmosphere, trying desperately to chase after her momentum while still maintaining a semblance of control to leave oxygen for breathing.

"Per—peruere—" You choked between the small gap of the kiss, barely allowing even a whisper; no longer are you able to stand in the same balance as hers.

Her ears luckily picked up on your pleas, and immediately she pulled away, allowing you to inhale and exhale in rapid motion in the sudden presence of oxygen once more. She's apologetically whispering countless expressions of regret to the point where her mother tongue and dialect slip into the mixture.

"No—no, it's okay. I-I'm fine now, just... I didn't expect you to be so pent up." 

At your own words, your eyes linger on the bottom half of her body, your point being proven further by the observation of the large bulge that is threatening to be released from confinement. Arlecchino didn't say anything, either out of shame or at a loss for words in the situation that she let advance despite her usual meticulous calculation of actions.

You mentally estimated the distance and the time that would be wasted in making your way to the resort and decided that the sea was much closer.

"Shall we dive into the sea? You look like you require some cooling, do you not, Peruere?"

You speak of teasing remarks whose tone is masked by an innocent facade, making sure to emphasize your point by allowing your body to press up close against her tall, defined stature, an arm around her neck, and another palming the growing arousal. Arlecchino finally registers the escalation of the situation and opts to play along with this little game of yours.

"We shall, my bride."

Without a moment of hesitation or an added explanation, your lover brought your lips against hers, all the while undressing you with practiced ease. You didn't protest her actions, mirroring them by both the kiss and the clothes, which were tossed to who knows where, but amidst the mayhem, you deliberately saved the most anticipated removal, her pants, for last to savor the tense sexual air a little longer.

The moment you have your hands on her zipper, Arlecchino lifts you by the knees, causing a gasp of shock to escape from your swollen lips. This moment of withdrawal allows you to see that she has not worn boxers the whole time and how truly ravenous her cock is with the way it stands tall, twitching.

She carries you into the cold water, and once inside, she leads you to a boulder, remaining silent throughout. This leaves you speechless, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, partly from a lack of words and partly from the freezing temperature.

"All talks with a lackluster action to speak for, and yet you still refuse to commence your needs when necessary; you have not changed once since we were kids."

Fiery energy erupted from Arlecchino's hands, casting a flame not strong enough to scorch you but one that emits gentle warmth throughout the cool surroundings. The burning fire danced harmlessly, its soft glow illuminating the dark space, creating an inviting scenery in contrast to the abyssal one. It paints your features with luminosity; such radiation makes both of your details more prominent for one another's enjoyment.

"Mn, sorry, love, it seems old habits die hard," you whisper, now in a much raspier and softer tone due to the recent past event that conspired.

This time, you take the initiative and lean in for a kiss. What sets this moment apart from the others in spite of the short range of time is that this is driven by a pure, heartfelt love that comes from the very core of your being—and you can tell it is the same situation for Peruere.

Through lidded eyes, you pull away slightly to consent to her entrance. "Go ahead, Pierre. I'm sure it's starting to hurt, and worry not; I promise you that I will mention any sort of discomfort," you murmur, your voice low with reassurance.

Peruere is hesitant as she presses you lightly against the smooth boulder—not that she doesn't have faith in your words—quite the opposite, really. She wouldn't admit it to you, but whenever it comes to lovemaking, the woman is absolutely restless; having you so close and so vulnerable is a core memory everlasting in her heart, yet she's afraid that one day she might accidentally hurt you in some way, somehow, pathetic, isn't it? She is so deeply in love with you that any brute force against you could practically kill her as well.

It wasn't until you pressed a soothing kiss against her temple that she obliged and inserted her throbbing member inside you, starting slow with just the tip. Regardless, a pleasured whimper betrayed your will, excitement coursing through your veins at her entry. This singular expression of enjoyment is all it takes for Peruere to continue, and sure enough, the full length of her consumes your wall like a perfect piece dug through a pile of unmatched pieces in a puzzle.

You arch your back, a hand covering your eyes as she begins to fasten the pace of thrust, a clear sign of a soon-to-be thrilling momentum and a now comfortable adjustment to a once ocean of anxiety.

"Ah...! Mmm... Just like that, Peruere—" Your voice hitched at the sudden intrusion of her mouth against your neck and the tip of her member pressing on your g-spot.

She elevates you higher against the stone, allowing her to be in position for a deeper reach within your core; meanwhile, her free hand uses its thumb to rub against your clitoris, and the added love marks all over your neck and collarbone have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It was only a matter of time before your body felt the sensitivity of the stimulation at its maximum, followed by a quickened heart rate, capricious breathing flow, and tension in the muscles around the pelvic area. Clear symptoms of your upcoming climax.

"Peruere—Please, Oh Archons! ... Don't stop!" You cry, practically clawing her back.

Peruere follows with your desperate plea, allowing her to do what she is best at by hitting your g-spot at the precise time, and she is quick to swallow your moans with a feverish kiss as you come to your long-awaited, blissful orgasm.

She keeps her cock inside, thrusting at a gentle and slow speed to prolong your enjoyment in exchange for her own needs. When you come back to your senses, your energy is practically nonexistent, at which point you feel guilt forming when you realize you won't be able to return her pleasure. Sensing your worries, she plants a kiss on your ear, whispering sweet nothings to ease your blameworthiness.

"Stress is not good for the heart, little dove. My pleasure does not account for the one I am rewarded with by seeing you in euphoria; now do not taint this moment with sorrow. Rest now; I will deal with everything."

A small smile curves at the edges of your mouth, a mental note in the back of your mind forming to thank her for this moment later. Safe and content with her, you fall prey to your exhaustion, resting in utter peace without worries, knowing your Peruere is here to protect you from the accursed world.

꧁ᬊᬁ𓆰𓆪ᬊ᭄꧂

When Arlecchino is sure you're comfortable and clean, she finally decides to take care of herself and opts to go for simple nightwear.

She sits on the edge of the bed, a tender expression consuming her face at your moonlit features in such tranquility. Even when you are not conscious, she still feels as if she is protected just by being near your presence, as if away from the judgment of the world where no name of the Knave or Arlecchino is mentioned, a world in which she is only known as Peruere by her one true soulmate.

Peruere, who grew up with nothing, finally has everything she ever wanted.

Arlecchino slips in under the cover, her arms engulfing your body in a protective cocoon.

With you,

Peruere has a reason to live. 

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ] × Am I slick? No, not all.

[drarryspecificrecs]

HP/DRARRY Fic Fests 2025

★ Sources : potterfests, @hpfests & @lee-bella || as of 2024.12 ★ BOLD = announced

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✔ previous year • next year ✔ other years

[sakuraganesan]

Collaboration with @duplicitywrites​​ and @minryll​​ for @waitingondaisies​ ​ 

Check out the fic here! 

I had fun drawing and colouring this 

[sitp-recs]

Hai Liv! Hope you’re doing well :D

I’m actually relatively new to the fandom and just had a burning question, what are all of the fic fests about?

Like I see things like Mpreg, Trans or Horror fests and I know what those are about but a lot of the ones like Wireless, Candy Hearts, Lights Camera Drarry, H/D Erised, Kill your darlings or even H/D Reverse Bang get me very confused as to what their purpose is.

I’m so sorry if the answer is supposed to be obvious, I promise I’m not trying to be ignorant but I went on the AO3 links to all these fests but I still emerged a little confused (it’s a dark time for my one little braincell, she’s very slow).

Thank you so much, ily <3

Hi anon! That’s a valid question, I get confused every now and then as well 😅 I’m listing a few below but pls note I’m not a fest connoisseur by any means, there are SO MANY out there I can barely keep track, fest mods are the unsung heroes of our fandom!

I’m probably forgetting a bunch so everyone’s more than welcome to jump in and add some more. For anyone interested, you can check a more or less updated calendar on this post by the great @drarryspecificrecs!

@hp-bodiceripper: romance novels

@hdcandyheartsfest: fluffy/lighthearted works

@hd-cluefest: mystery genre

@hpdarkarts | My Bloody Valentine: dark side of romance

@hpdrizzle: weather-themed fest

@hd-erised: gift fic exchange fest

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@hd-hurtfest: angst + hurt/comfort works

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@hpshipuary: different ships prompted per day

@lcdrarry | Lights Camera Drarry: based on movie prompts

@drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest: creators spin prompt wheels to inspire their works

@harrydracobang | Reverse Bang: Drarry anon fest with art + fic collabs

@hdsudsfest: anything involving bathing (baths, showers, hot tubs, saunas, etc)

@hd-wireless: based on song prompts

25 Days of Draco and Harry: Advent fest (25-chapter works posted daily until Christmas)

[jishyucks]

Into My traeH ‣ sjy

‣ genre: hogwarts!au, implied bestfriends-to-lovers, fluff

‣ wc: 4.1k

‣ summary: A strike of realization occurs between you and Jake when an encounter with the Mirror of Erised reveals nothing but your own reflections

‣ prompt: ❝What are you doing out here so late?❞

‣ warnings?: none, I don't think

‣ an: This fic is for @chicksung's birthday collab! Happy (early) Sweet Sixteen, Sophie! Sending you my best wishes and I hope you enjoy this! <3 (ps. gonna change the link to the masterlist once you post it!)

It wasn’t an out-of-the-ordinary occurrence for you to have trouble sleeping, especially on stormy nights.

No, you weren’t afraid of storms. Oddly, you found storms comforting. It was probably in the fact that people tended to find ways to get cozy in bad weather. It held a sense of warmth, on the inside rather than out. This was the same reason why you preferred winter over the summer and autumn over spring.

Sitting up in the dark, you carefully eyed your dorm mates, hoping that no one else was awake to see you in your drowsy state. You didn’t want to bother anyone either or cause any sense of panic in them when you decided to leave. After a few more moments of observing, you concluded that no one was up, that all their chests had been rising and falling in states that were only possible at rest.

Quietly, you throw your blanket aside, sliding your legs over the edge of the bed and just above the slippers that you placed on the floor just a few hours prior. The set destination you had in mind was the fireplace in the common room. Though it wasn’t necessarily cold in the room, you craved the comfort of the fire’s heat. The same type of comfort that could help lull you to sleep.

Tip-toeing down the stairs, you feel your eyelids losing their weight, tugging your night robe tighter to your body. From the middle of the staircase, you could see the fireplace had been lit, the red-orange glow emitting off of the turn in the staircase walls. This caused your brows to knit together in confusion. Who was down here at such a late hour?

At the bottom of the staircase, you let yourself stop for a moment, taking in the back of another’s head as they faced the fire. They had moved one of the couches so that they were closer to the fireplace. They wanted heat too.

“Hello?” You spoke quietly.

The person—the boy—jumps up and turns to look at your presence, surprised at the unexpected company. Since the fire had been set behind him, his face was almost completely blocked out by shadows. Instead, his silhouette greeted you.

“Y/N?” He said, “You scared me!”

You recognized his voice almost immediately. It was none other than your best friend, Jake. No one else would be scared of something so simple.

You laugh at the familiarity of this situation, and you’re suddenly taken back to when you first met Jake. You both were first years. It was the first time you both had been away from your parents for that long, sharing rooms with other first-years who already seemed to have gotten the hang of the dorm system. For eleven-year-olds, that was impressive, you remember thinking. Only you weren’t the type to act so nonchalantly when it came to being away from home.

There was a night sometime in October that year that your chest had been aching. The cause? Homesickness. It didn’t help that the only form of communication you had with your parents were owls. That was probably the only thing you missed from the muggle world. Telephones.

You brought yourself down to the common room, lighting the fireplace on your own. The fire’s warmth gave you comfort, the same type you’d find at home, and you remember you felt the achiness of your chest ease at the feeling.

“Are you homesick too?” A sudden presence has appeared seemingly out of nowhere. You turned to find a boy, pyjamas and a sweater a bit too large for him, “I’m Jake.”

You feel yourself smile at his automatic need to introduce himself, “I’m Y/N.” You scooted over to one side of the couch, a wordless way to say sit with me. Jake understood this, plopping down in the now empty spot. “How did you know?”

Jake nods, “Just a good guess.”

You remember replying instantly to Jake’s observation, warming up to him almost immediately. That conversation started a chain of smaller convos, the both of you veering off of certain topics and into others. You two had clicked easily. Speaking to him was easy. So easy that the next thing you knew, the sun had been shining through the small glass windows on the sides of the tower.

“Jake? What are you doing out here so late?” A relieving feeling bloomed in your chest, thankful that it was Jake who had been down here instead of someone else. You guess he added to the sense of comfort you were looking for.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he chuckles quietly. Approaching him, you rounded the couch and sat next to him. You take in his attire, which had been simply pyjama pants and his knitted Gryffindor sweater. For being awake late at night, he looked as alive as he did in the daytime.

The warmth of the fire greeted you kindly, engulfing you in a hug. You smiled at it and replied, “I can’t sleep… I don’t know if I’m just not tired or if something’s secretly bothering me, but I can’t sleep.” You turned your attention to Jake and tilted your head in question, “How about you?”

“I’m studying for the upcoming test,” Jake didn’t feel the need to specify which test he was talking about as you had the same transfiguration class with him. It was only when he pointed towards the mess of books and parchment on the coffee table that you had actually noticed them.

You laugh, “Sim Jaeyun, that test is on Monday.” Taking your index finger, you dig it into his side, which causes him to jump slightly, “Don’t stress yourself out.”

Quietly yelping, Jake hugs himself before nodding, “I know, but knowing myself I’ll pay no mind to it over the weekend. It’s better to stock up on knowledge now than have to magically absorb it all on Sunday.” Jake wiggles his eyebrows, a smile rising upon his face, causing you to laugh softly.

“Fair,” you nodded. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, the rain falling and the fire crackling, substituting pure silence. Jake was swinging his legs over the edge of the couch, toes wiggling when it neared the heat. Your gaze shifted from his restless legs to his still hands, which were so close to your own that you wondered if the heat you could feel at your fingertips radiated off the boy or the fireplace. A part of you wanted to push your fingers closer just to get a feel of holding his hand, but you kept yourself from doing so.

It was when you were finally immersed into the sounds of the rain that Jake spoke up, “Wanna go on an adventure?” He had a childish glint in his eyes and a smirk that could possibly cause someone to mistake him for a Slytherin. Jake sat up and faced you completely, “I’m bored.”

“And get caught?” You scoff, “No offense, Jake, but you’re a bit foolish sometimes.” Bringing your arms out closer to the heat, you sighed.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow,” Jake points out, “It isn’t as bad as if it would be on a weekday.” He stands up and brings his hands to his hips, trying to persuade you with a knowing smile. Knowing because he knows how much you love to explore the unknown.

Jake teetered back and forth slightly on his feet, waiting for your reply with his hands crossed in front of him. The way he looked right now reminded you of a younger child begging to go to the park during a snowstorm. It was a ridiculous, dull-witted idea—of course, it was, this is Jake we’re talking about—but as you began weighing the options at that very moment, you believed that Jake was secretly a genius.

“What do you even plan on doing?” You ask, slowly sliding forward on the couch. Your feet were now flat on the worn-out carpet, which was so worn out it was firm under your feet, “Don’t you recall those three Gryffindor students years ago? If we end up like them I swea–“

“We’re not going to the forbidden quarters, Y/N,” Jake huffs, “I don’t have dirt for brains.”

Without thinking, Jake holds out his hand to help you up, a brow raised. For a mere moment, you feel your heart skip a beat, eyes dead set on his rather soft-looking hand. Your eyes flickered towards the entrance of the common room, returning to Jake’s hand. He was often persuasive without even knowing it, especially when it came to you. Barely thinking about it, you take his hand, grabbing hold of it to stand up.

After crouching through the doorway, Jake leading the way, you both find yourselves in the dimly lit castle, the muffled sound of the hard-hitting rain pelting the outside. The atmosphere was a lot different out here compared to the common room, an obvious detail. You felt as though you were some shrimp in the middle of a giant empty tank.

“Where were you thinking of going?” You whispered, shifting all of your weight from one foot to the other. Jake mentally skimmed the possible destinations within the castle, crossing off the further ones.

When he reached a point of indecision, he shook his head and turned to you, “Let’s just wander.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, “Wander?”

Without another word, Jake takes off, not with a sprint, but a skip, leaving you behind. You could hear him giggle faintly, causing your eyes to widen in a slight panic. Chasing after him with feet as light as feathers, you try to shush him, propping a finger over your lips. Jake acts as if he’s ignoring you, though you notice him following your orders as he slows down to allow you to catch up.

“You have to keep your mouth shut, Sim,” feeling like a mother, you smack the back of his arm hard enough that it was considered a smack, “As if the professors aren’t patrolling the halls.”

Jake shrugs carelessly, “We won’t get caught I promise you.” Again, he takes the lead, hands buried deep in his pockets to contain their warmth. He was humming a slow song under his breath. It looked like he was just casually strolling through a park.

None of you had been able to speak up for the next fifteen minutes, speaking to each other through exaggerated hand signals and eye movements. It was hard to keep yourself from laughing, muffling your wheezes with your robe’s sleeve. It didn’t help that Jake’s giggle was contagious.

Your aimless adventuring leads you both to a larger space among the maze of corridors, one side of the wall filled with endless rows of windows. Though the moon was covered entirely by storm clouds, lanterns outside the castle allowed for some light to bleed in.

You say nothing, walking up slowly to the window before pressing your hand against the glass. The glass that surrounded your fingers fogged up at the moment of heat being pressed against the cooler glass. You grinned and whispered, “I wish we could go outside.” It was stupid to say such a thing. The rain was probably bone-chilling… not to mention the creatures that could be lurking by the castle grounds.

Jake didn’t reply, not because he wasn’t listening, but he zoned out at the sight of you under the soft lighting. He was caught off guard; it was as if you were glowing in the darkness of this unknown place you both found yourself in. Even if he tried to say something back, he suddenly felt like his throat had been wrung out like some dishcloth.

He gulps in hopes to find his voice back. It works.

“Stunning,” Jake sighs out, only he wasn’t sure where he had been directing the comment. All he knows is that he hadn’t even taken a single glance outside.

“You’re right about something,” you replied, certainly oblivious of the fact that Jake hadn’t been talking about the view outside of the castle.

Before Jake could say anything else, footsteps approached from down the long hall, a sharp voice hissing, “Who’s down there!?”

Your head shooting towards Jake’s direction, eyes wide in both fright and shock. He had been looking back at you with a similar expression. Your hearts were racing, and just by the look in your eyes, it was obvious you were combing through what to do next.

Give in? No.

Run? Better.

As if Jake had the same train of thought, he grabbed your hand tightly, pulling for you to run down the opposite direction. It took effort trying to run light on your feet, afraid to look back in fear of being face to face with whoever professor was doing the nightly run-through of the castle. Jake ran blindly, trying his best to spot a door that happened to be open.

“I can hear you!” The professor sounded much closer, which only caused you both to run faster.

When you encountered a sudden extension into another hallway, Jake took the path as an opportunity, in desperate need of losing the professor. She was too close.

Being dragged by the boy allowed you to have a better look at what you were passing. “Jake over here!” You finally spot a door that has been opened by a jar. Jake had missed it completely. His head turned to look at the doors on his left rather than his right. You tugged at this arm to direct him towards the opened door. It didn’t take him long to respond, quickly moving his feet towards it.

Slipping into the room, you shut the door quickly, making sure you didn’t slam it close. Hearing the lock gave you and Jake a sense of relief, causing you to lean back against the wooden door. Both of you had been breathing heavily, probably loud enough for the professor to hear. Still, luckily there weren’t any footsteps coming close to the room.

“Thank goodness,” he sighs out, hand coming up to his chest. He was slightly bent over, a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his forehead, “I had to keep my promise.” You didn’t know if he knew you could hear him. He seemed to be talking to the stone floor, voice barely above a whisper.

It was funny how neither of you had realized that you were still holding hands. It was probably the adrenaline running through your veins, the rush of the moment. It had probably been the sense of comfort it brought, being that you both were just about beneath the nose of the professor. When you both noticed that your hands were still in one another’s, both of your hands were drawn back in a state of panic, unsure whether or not it was fine to be holding a best friend’s hand like that.

“I think she’s gone,” Jake whispered, standing up straight. He fixed the hem of his sweater before pulling down his sleeves to create sweater paws.

You huffed, “She better be.”

The room was colder than the hall, dark, but not so dark that it was pitch black. Jake’s face was growing tired of squinting to see, but he could make out that the room was filled with odd furniture stacked upon each other carelessly. He wanted to see it all.

Drawing his wand, Jake stuck it in front of him and mumbled a spell he knew well, “Lumos.” The tip of the wand illuminated a white light, allowing both of you to see clearly. The size of the room was more evident now. It was bigger than you both initially thought, but it wasn’t a giant room either. It seemed to be an unused classroom.

Most of the objects were difficult to actually pick out. All that Jake could make out were desks and old blackboards. He skimmed over the premises of the room, guiding his wand to light it all up for him. That’s when he stops.

Jake’s attention was drawn to a taller piece of furniture, the top resembling a throne of some sort. It was a mirror, the frame gleaming specks of gold depending on how the light bounced off it. At the top of the mirror’s glass was some kind of message, though Jake ignored it as it seemed like it was written in a different language, “Look, Y/N.”

You turn your head to look from the other side of the room, interested in the smaller, more detailed pieces of furniture. Jake pointed his wand at the mirror, brows raised in curiosity.

“Wow~” You say wryly, “A mirror.” Turning your head back to the small, carved egg, you shake your head.

He clicks his tongue, “Do you think it’s a magic mirror?”

“I know we’re wizards,” you snorted, “But not everything’s magic. I bet you that’s just an ordinary mirror. Why would it be in here if it was a magic mirror?”

“Let me see something,” Jake fixates himself in the centre of the mirror’s view. He stared back at his reflection for a brief moment and confidently spoke, “Mirror mirror on the wa…ll? Who’s the handsomest of them all?”

Putting the egg down, you approach him from behind but slightly to his left so that you can see yourself in the mirror. Despite waiting for an answer, nothing happened.

"It works!" Jake exclaims, smiling to the point you could see the smile lines on his cheeks. Your heart jumps at his genuine smile, especially with the way he turns back to look at this reflection.

"Jake," you laughed, "You're ridiculous." This time you bring yourself to stand next to him. The mirror didn't look like it was ordinary, but nothing was happening. The reflection only revealed the both of you, like any other mirror in the muggle world, "It's just an average mirror."

Jake sighs, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to add this to his list of Hogwarts adventures, "I guess you're right." At this moment, you yawn. Jake takes notice and tugs at your robe's sleeve, "Let's go back. You're tired."

Though you still wanted to stay a bit longer to explore the room, your mind tells you to nod, eyes suddenly growing heavy, "Lead the way."

Jake opens the door for you, looking both ways before letting you out first. Before he closes the door shut, he takes one last glance at the mirror, making sure he's taken a mental picture of it.

*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

"Why do you both look out of it?" Jay was sitting at the Gryffindor table, despite being dressed in his green and silver knitted sweater. The room's atmosphere had been pleasantly quiet if you disregarded Riki and his goal to annoy his fellow housemate. It was about an hour after breakfast, and with the poor weather, no one was in the mood to go to Hogsmeade.

The third Slytherin, Sunoo, looks up from his textbook and snorts. He points to Jake, "You look like you've thrown up slugs and you—" You give Sunoo a keen look, which causes him to rethink what he had been planning to say, "You look like you've been blessed by the power of Merlin… that means—uh—beautiful by the way." He hurries his attention back to what he was studying, hiding behind his robe's sleeve.

"We were exploring the castle last night," Jake replied, eyes blinking to keep them lubricated, "We were almost caught by a professor."

"Who?" Jay asked.

You shrugged, "I didn't recognize her voice. We ran before we could even get a glimpse of her."

"Brightside," Jake points out, "We stumbled into a room full of antiques and there was a magic mirror." A sly smirk had found its place in his mouth as he told an exaggerated story. A sense of pride overcame him, and he crossed his arms, watching his friends all lean in to hear more.

“What did it do?” Riki stopped picking on Jay, eyes wide. Because who didn’t want to hear about a magic mirror? You chose to speak up to see where this was going, slightly amused with the reactions of the others.

“I—” Jake looks side to side, as if it were some deep, dark secret only purebloods were privileged to hear, “I asked the mirror who was the handsomest of them all and the mirror showed an image of me!”

The three listeners grumbled at Jake’s ridiculousness, Jay even going an extra mile to give him a hard smack on the back, “Sim, I swear on my grandma’s grave… please don’t tell me you started that question with ‘mirror, mirror, on the wall’?”

“He did,” you snorted.

“What did it look like?” Sunoo ignored the fact that he had basically walked into this, “I think I’ve read something about a mirror in this book.” He began to flip through it, eyes moving rapidly to keep up with the flipping pages.

Jake could recall the mirror’s image as if he were looking at it, “There were three short pointed pillars on top. It was arch-shaped and it was tall… the frame was painted–”

“Gold?” Sunoo interrupted. He pushes his book towards you and Jake, “Did it look like this?”

You and Jake inch closer together, head bent down over the aging book Sunoo had been reading for class. At first glance, the sketch of the mirror looked nothing like the mirror they had seen in real life. But upon closer observation, the identical unmistakable message at the top of the mirror gave away that it was the same mirror.

“That’s it!” Jake gasped. His eyes went to search for the object’s name, but Sunoo pulled the book back to himself.

He read aloud, “The Mirror of Erised… There is no known creator and the mirror was created in the nineteenth century… Wait, I’m skipping to what it’s power is….” Sunoo pauses, using his finger to help him skim the pages, aware that four other people are curious about what the mirror does. “The mirror reveals the deepest desires of those who look into it. Erised, shown in the reflection of a mirror, reads Desire… The message carved across the superior end of the mirror reads ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.’” Sunoo had butchered the message, a sheepish expression appearing on his face before he continued, “Which translates to ‘I show not your face but your heart’s desire’ in its reflection. An individual who obtains all the happiness in the world will see only their reflection.”

You and Jake lean back slightly, puzzled by the mirror’s abilities. The mirror didn’t seem to show any trace of power. It had simply acted as a mirror… it was evident in Jake’s horrible Snow White joke.

“So?” Jay had his head tilted to the side out of curiosity, “What did you guys see?”

There was a lingering silence when the three boys looked at you and Jake expectedly, waiting for some kind of exciting response.

“Jake probably saw himself winning the League cup,” Riki poked Jake in the side.

“That’s your deepest desire,” Sunoo jeered, side-eyeing the younger wizard, “But then again, Jake loves quidditch as much as Riki does.”

The gears were turning rather quickly in your head; if it had been doing so in yours, Jake’s gears were probably turning twice as fast.

“Go on…” Sunoo gestured, “Tell us.”

Jake laughed nervously, afraid to look at you, “You know, it’s a bit funny….”

“What is?” Jay questioned.

You spoke up, “Our reflections stared back at us as if we were simply looking into a muggle’s mirror.”

There was another pause between the five of you, understanding of this magic mirror in shambles.

“The mirror couldn’t have been broken, could it? Maybe that was why the mirror was stored in that room,” Jake said in a hushed tone.

“Can magic mirrors even break?” Riki doubted it was, “If it wasn’t completely broken, the mirror itself is probably fine.”

So what did this mean?

The third moment of silence.

If the mirror wasn’t broken or drained of its magic (if that was even possible), then why did you just see each other?

I show not your face but your heart’s desire.

Then it clicked. Not just in Jake’s muddled brain but also in yours. It was an obvious answer, but both of you hesitated to come to such a conclusion because a broken magical mirror seemed much more believable than this. For a brief second, you both glanced at each other as if you had somehow communicated the only viable answer.

You were each other’s deepest desire.

[lovesickbeom]

HP Fest/Challenge Masterlist

Hello I’ve decided to compile a massive fest masterlist for Harry Potter, please inform me if I have missed a fest! And firstly before anything if you want to keep up with all fests at once check out @hpfests , I would deeply appreciate if people retweeted and perhaps the fests themselves? no pressure :)

Character Centric

Bottom!Draco (Bottom Draco Fest) - Round 2015 complete, hiatus

Draco (Draco Big Bang) - Round 2010 complete, hiatus

Draco (Draco’s Kinks and Tropes ) - Round 2015 complete

Draco (Find Your Favourite Draco) - Round 2016 complete

Hermione smut (Dirty Granger Fest) - Round 2021 complete

Luna (Luna Lovegood Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Neville (Growing Neville) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Regulus (Regulus Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Remus (Remus Lupin Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Sirius (Sirius Black Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Pairings

Albus/Scorpio (Feel Good Scorbus Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Draco/Albus (Dralbus Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (25 Days of Draco and Harry) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Darco/Harry (Big Bang, Baby) - Round 2008 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Big Bang) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Cliche Fest) - Round 2017 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Cock Fest) - Round 2011 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Collab Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (ClueFest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Domesticity Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Draco Tops Harry Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Draco/Harry (Drarry in Heels Fest) - Round 2018 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Drarry Struggle Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Eighth Year Fest) - Round 2015 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Erised Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (The Eros Affair) - Round 2005 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Family Fest) - Round 2017 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Fan Fair Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Fluff Fest) - Round 2017 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry ( Fuh-Q-Fest) - Round 2005 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Glomp Fest) - Round 2017 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Holiday Fest) - Round 2012 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Hurt Fest) - Round 2020 ?ongoing?

Draco/Harry (Inspired Fest) - Round 2008 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Japan Relief Fest) - Round 2011 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Level Two Fest) - Round 2013 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Lights Camera Drarry) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Mpreg Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (Remix Fest) - Round 2018 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Seasons Fest) - Round 2013 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Smooch Fest) - Round 2015 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Tropes Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Draco/Harry (Wireless Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Harry (World Cup Fest) - Round 2009 complete, hiatus

Draco/Hermione (Dramione Fanfiction Forum Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Draco/Hermione (Dramione Comment Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Hermione (Dramione RomCom Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Draco/Hermione (LDWS Competition) - Competition 2020 complete

James Sirius Potter/Teddy Lupin (Jeddy Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Remus/Sirius (Fireside Tales) - Round 2021 ongoing

Remus/Sirius (Fix It Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Remus/Sirius (Get Together Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Remus/Sirius (Romance Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Remus/Sirius (Wolfstar Big Bang) - Round 2021 ongoing

Remus/Sirius (Wolfstar Hurt Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Scorpio/Harry (Scarry Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

OT+

Beltane Exchange (Draco/Harry/Severus) - Round 2018 complete, hiatus

Triad!Fest (Triad Ships) - Round 2021 ongoing

Other

Candy Hearts Challenge (Remus/Sirius) - 2021 Challenge ongoing

Daily Deviant (Nsfw/kink) - Blog on hiatus 

Drarry Microfic (Draco/Harry) - Blog active

Game of Drarry (Multiple Exchange/Fest things) - Active

Kinks Of Knockturn Alley (Kinks) - Active

Kinktober (kinks) - Active

Marauders AUpril (Marauders) - Round 2021 ongoing

Marauders Fest (Fest for Marauders) - Round 2021 ongoing, postings!

Regulus Prompts (Regulus Prompts) - Active

TriadsNet (Keeps up with poly hp) - Active

Wolfstar Games (Remus/Sirius) - 2020 game complete

Wolfstar Writing Challenge  (Remus/Sirius) - Challenge 2021 ongoing

Genre Specific 

Ace Fest (Ace Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Animagus Fest (Animagus Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Anywhere but the bed Fest (Public smut) - Round 2017 complete, hiatus

Butterfly Fest (Based on what ifs) - Round 2020 complete

Coffeehouse (Coffee/cafe!au Fest) - Active

Comment Fest - Hiatus

Consent Fest (Consent Fest) - Round 2019 complete, hiatus

Crack!Fic Fest (Crack Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Creatures Fest (Fest for hp creatures) - Round 2020 complete

Dark HP Fest (Dark Side Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Darkarts Fest (Dark arts) - hiatus

Drizzle Fest (Weather Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Femslash MiniFest (Femslash pairings) - Round 2021 ongoing

Fluff Fest (Fluff Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Holiday Mini Fest (Holiday mini fest) - Round 2020 complete

Horror Fest (Horror Fest) (Now run on HP Darkarts) - Round ?2019? complete

Inspired by Imagery (Image inspired Fest) - Round 2020 complete

Joggers Fest (Minifests based on muggle clothinng) - Round 2018 complete, hiatus

Kinkuary (kinks) - Round 2021 ongoing

Next Gen Fest (Next Gen) - Round 2020 complete

Next Gen Fright Fest (Next Gen Holloween) - Round 2020 ?complete?

Queer Fest (Queer Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing 

Rare HP Bingo (Rare Pairs) - Round 2020 complete

Rare Pair Fest (Fest for Rare Pairs) - Round 2021 ongoing

Suds Fest (wet hp) - Round 2020 complete

Taste of Smut Fest (Smut Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

Trans Fest (Trans Fest) - Round 2021 ongoing

The Trans Wizard Tournament (Trans Fest) - Round 2020 complete

WIP Fest (Work in progress fest) - Round 2019 complete

Wireless Festive Minifest (Related to Songs) - Round 2020 complete

Wow this took a long while, please help share this around! Have fun joining fests! Oh and please inform me if I’ve missed any fests out and I might also make a master list for hp fic rec blogs! Please let me know if you’d be interested in that :)

[yuta-nakamots]

SuperM - Seven Deadly Sins!AU Masterlist (Ongoing)

Seven different men with each their own sin. Gluttony. Pride. Lust. Envy. Greed. Sloth. Wrath. Will you help free them from their fatal flaw or will you be taken by it as well? Choose a sin and see your fate. 

Taglists are open, send an ask or message to be added. Please specify whose you would like to be added to or else I will assume you would like to be tagged for all members. All installations of this AU will NOT contain smut. Additionally, please fill out this form if you’d like to join my general taglist.

Taglist for ALL members: 

|| 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 - 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘; 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ||

- Pairing(s): Criminal!Taemin x Reader - Genre(s): Fluff, Angst - Warning(s): N/A - Summary: N/A - Taglist:

Part of The Mirror of Erised Collab (SHINee). Estimated Release Date - N/A

|| 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 - 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄; 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ||

- Pairing(s): Boyfriend!Baekhyun x Reader - Genre(s): Fluff - Warning(s): N/A - Summary: N/A - Taglist:

Part of The Mirror of Erised Collab (EXO). Estimated Release Date - N/A

|| 𝐊𝐀𝐈 - 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇; 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 || 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐑 ||

- Pairing(s): Kai x Female Reader - Genre(s): Action, Angst, Slight Fluff - Warning(s): character death, zombie-like creatures, violence, gun use, description of injuries from bullets, wounds from burns, the reader is described to be female and in their teens/early twenties - Summary: You had heard about the society suspended in the skies and seen them come down to save those that would have fallen victim to the Infected. You always wished to join them but never would you have ever imagined that you’d rise to the ranks of their soldiers and get involved with the leader of this hidden world. - Word Count: 11.1k

Part of the SMCU Collab​. Check out the masterlist here.  Also part of the Spies in Disguise Event​. Check out the masterlist here. Released On - June 5, 2022

|| 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 - 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘; 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ||

- Pairing(s): Taeyong x Reader - Genre(s): Fluff, Angst - Warning(s): N/A - Summary: N/A - Taglist: @lebrookestore​

Part of the Candy Hearts Collab.  Estimated Release Date - June 2022

|| 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃; 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ||

- Pairing(s): Loki!Ten x Sorcerer!Reader - Genre(s): Fluff, Angst, Action - Warning(s): N/A - Summary: N/A - Taglist:

Part of the No Capes Collab. Estimated Release Date - N/A

|| 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇; 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 || 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐑 ||

- Pairing(s): Mark x Female Reader  - Genre(s): Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers!AU, University!AU - Warning(s): making out, fireworks, toxic relationships, jealousy, breakups, mentions of sex, sex related jokes, mentions of drugs and drug use  - Summary: People change and people talk. These two ideas were the leaders in the downfall of your relationship with Mark, who seems to rather let things pass on by instead of acting upon them. - Word Count: 24.2k  - Taglist: @i9hyuck​ @ta-yeon​ @lebrookestore​

Part of the ‘A Vibe’ Collab. Released On - July 30, 2021

|| 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 - 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓; 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 || 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 || 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ||

- Pairing(s): Lucas x Reader  - Genre(s): Fluff, Angst - Warning(s): N/A - Summary: N/A - Taglist: @hrts4kook​

Part of the 90′s Love Collab. Estimated Release Date - N/A

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

This is my first collab fic and I could not be more excited! I'm so thankful that I can be part of the group!

The AU for this month was Sex Work. The Masterlist for this collab can be found here. Please take some time to check out everyone's contributions! There are other fics and amazing art!

That being said here is my fic, big BIG shout out to @doinmybesthere for being an amazing beta reader and sweet angel bb. ily Emme!

Please please please read the warnings. They are there for a reason!

Warnings: consensual noncon, mentions of being burnt, stabbing and blood; no prep penetration, disrespectful use of the word "whore", blackmail, psychological abuse?, Mineta (nuff said) he gets what's comin to him

You’re in the doctor’s office getting a regular checkup when you overhear the nurses in the station next to you talking.

“Look! They posted the new hero rankings today.”

“I forgot those were today, too bad they can’t have the conference during the pandemic. I miss seeing Deku all cute and blushing.”

“FUCK” In your brief moment of panic you forgot where you were. You cringe and look at the nurses, trying your best not to look like you were gonna be sick. “Sorry ladies, didn’t mean to yell.” No point in offering an explanation. You wouldn’t be able to tell them anything anyway.

As you very impatiently wait for your blood results to come back you check the tacky red cell phone you have to keep with you at all times. You had put it on silent since you were in the doctor’s office and you were glad you did. Taking a quick look at your screen had your stomach dropping into your ass.

M.M: Gonna move my appointment up to today.

M.M: You better get ready. I’m not happy.

M.M: I’m sure you saw the postings. Number 36.

M.M: I made sure to pay for any accidents in advance.

M.M: I’ll see you tonight.

Why does he have to be so fucking horrible? Accidents my ass.

The messages make your skin crawl, you should have figured the hero rankings would piss him off but honestly you never paid enough attention. With a heavy sigh you opened up your web browser and pull up the list.

“Number 36...number 36…. Number 36…” When you finally reached the hero you were looking for, you let out a sigh.

Hero Ranking Number 36: The Rainy Season Hero Froppy

Well at least you had her outfit already, for some reason she was one your client asked for a lot. Not that you wanted to ask him why, not with the way his black eyes looked whenever he saw you dressed up like her.

I don’t know if I should feel glad that he isn’t actually taking this out on her. Or upset that I’ve had to deal with this for months.

“L/N, Y/N?” The doctor walks up holding their clipboard and closing the privacy screen. Your file almost too much for the metal clip at the top. “Your test results came back negative and your burns seem to have healed very well. I would tell you that any strenuous activity should be avoided but we both know you can’t do that.”

Their poor attempt at humor had your stomach rolling. “Haha anyways Doc, I think I’m gonna need another medkit to take home today. I can schedule my next appointment online, right?”

You can’t handle the thinly veiled pity in their eyes and look down, reaching over to your side to grab your purse. You hear them moving around and a dark blue plastic box is put on your lap.

“If I remember correctly this is your favorite color, right? You are able schedule an appointment online but if you would like I can schedule it for you. How about in two days? Afternoon work for you?”

You look up after clutching the kit to your chest, you know they are just trying to be nice. All of the nurses are especially nice to you and as endearing as it might be to some people, to you it just feels dirty.

“Afternoon is perfect, thanks Doc.” You get up and walk towards the privacy screen. Before leaving you stop for a moment “Blue ismy favorite color.”

As you make your way back to your living quarters you scroll through the internet looking at every picture of the Pro-Hero Froppy you can find. Your quirk can project a person’s desires onto your body by reading them in their eyes. It’s easier when the person has a clear view of what or who they want. However, your client’s desires are such a jumbled mess that it’s easier if you know what it is beforehand.

Hopefully, I can act like her enough that I don’t have to look at his desires this time. I can’t stand how disgusting they make me feel.

You pass by a few familiar faces on your way back to your rooms but don’t pay them any mind. They in turn leave you alone, most of them knowing that when you have that look on your face you were in a mood.When you first were offered a position at the brothel you thought it would be easy money. You had been stripping for several years, known for how you looked different to everyone who saw your dancing. The beautiful, enchanting, flexible Erised. You had built up your quirks ability to be able to project almost a full clubs worth of desires. Sure, it caused extreme fatigue and chronic migraines but the money you raked in was well worth it.

A few months ago

After an especially successful night a patron walks up to you after you leave the stage.

“I have a job opportunity for you, courtesy of my employer.” He hands you a card you read “Heroes Consulting Agency” in bold silver letters.

“I’m a stripper hun, not sure I can do the type of consulting you’re looking for.” You go to hand it back, but they put their hand up.

“I’m afraid I must insist, why don’t we treat you to lunch and you can listen to our proposal?”

You put your hand back down and study them. They are dressed in a white button up with a vest, definitely out of place in a strip club. You would look in their eyes, but they didn’t really have any, their whole body seemed to be made of dark smoke. You don’t work in the nicest of places so someone with their kind of full body quirk isn’t unusual.

“Alright, I give. I’m not really one to pass up free food.” The rational side of your brain is telling you that you have more than enough money to buy your own food but the stingy part telling you to take it while you can is a little louder.

“Excellent choice Miss Erised. Someone will meet you at the address on that card tomorrow at around 5pm? Should give you enough time to recover from the side effects of your quirk.” They give a slight bow and walk off towards the exit, a large something getting up from a seat and following closely behind.

Sam, one of the waitresses walks up to you with a tray filled with drinks. Her normally short stature elevated with high heeled leather boots. “Did you know that person Y/N?”

Oh man, I do not have the energy for this.

You turn to her and survey the tray before grabbing something that looked like a fruity cocktail. “No, but they offered me a job. Gonna go have lunch with them tomorrow.” Sipping from the glass you tuck the card into your bra, making sure to not show it to the girl.

“That’s weird, don’t they know you’re a stripper? What is someone dressed that nicely want to hire you for? Also did that person look familiar to you or is that just me?” Any normal person wouldn’t be able to keep up with her unending questions, but you had known her for years. The tray in her hands tips dangerously to the left but she balances it out without a second thought.

Guess she does have to be quick on her toes to be a waitress at a strip club.

“They were here for my dance so yes they do know, either way I’m getting free food so…”

She huffs, aware of your attitude for anything “free”.

You finish the drink and place the empty glass back taking a couple bills from your bag and tucking them into her apron.

“Thanks for the drink Sam, but I gotta leave before my headache hits.” You walk off before she can say anything further. You really wanna be nice to her but her endless energy really gets on your nerves sometimes.

By the time you make it to your modest apartment, you can feel the pain starting behind your eyes. You drop your stuff by the door without turning on any lights and walk to the box safe hidden in the kitchen. After you make sure all the money is secure you grab a glass of water and head to the bedroom. The bottle of pain killers already set out on your nightstand. You should really take a shower but for now, you strip down, take a few pills, drink the whole glass of water, and lay down. It takes a while for the pills to kick in but once they do you finally fall asleep.

When you finally wake up the next morning your headache is gone, and you have to piss like no one’s business. You grumble as you stretch your tight sore muscles and get up to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business, you get into some light clothes and walk into the kitchen to make some food. Thankfully, you had some leftover rice and spam in the fridge, so you pop that in the microwave. You put the kettle on for some green tea and down another glass of water as it heats up.

Remembering the offer from yesterday and the promise of free food you pad over to your pile of things by the door and grab their card. It’s sleek looking with a plain black background and silver lettering. The address isn’t something you recognize right away so you look it up on your phone.

“What the fuck?” Why is this place in a business park?

You scroll down and check the street view; the building is a high rise surrounded by a mostly empty parking lot. The entrance of the building is blurred, probably to keep the privacy of anyone entering or exiting.

“Well, I guess it’s a nice gig. Better dress the part.” Or maybe you’re gonna get murdered.

“Wow, I really have to stop watching all those true crime shows.” You put the card in your wallet and head back to the kitchen. The microwave beeps and the kettle whistles shortly after. When you’re done eating you put the dishes in the sink to soak and head to the bathroom to finally take a shower.

By the time you have finished showering the whole bathroom is filled with steam and your body has a pink flush to it. You open the door to air it out and finish cleaning up for the day. Your outfit consists of your nicest jeans with ankle boots, a long sleeve blouse and a dark cardigan. You grab one of your smaller over the shoulder purses and leave your apartment.

One of the things you allowed yourself to really splurge on was a car. Public transportation was not as reliable as it could be and with your hours not the safest either.

By the time you make it to the building the sun is starting to set, giving the sky beautiful pink to blue coloring. As you park and get out of your car a young woman walks up to you.

“Welcome Miss Erised! Please follow me and I will escort you through the building.” The woman’s blonde hair is in two messy buns, her face childlike. Her voice was high pitched enough to grate on your nerves a bit, but you ignored it.

As you follow the person through the lobby you take a glance around. Looks like a high-end hotel lobby. There is a front desk area with a marble counter top, women that are dressed in matching button ups with their hair up in buns or ponytails. Random potted plants and small trees dot the area, and a nice chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling. No one besides the women at the front desk are in the area.

“Doesn’t seem to be busy right now.” You didn’t even really mean for her to hear you, but she did, and you sounded like an asshole.

They turn their head slightly with a knowing smirk. “It would seem that way wouldn’t it?”

Conversation halts while you stand in the elevator which you were thankful for. They had chosen a floor close to the middle of the building, which gave you just enough time to rethink your life choices.

By the time you got to your floor you are tired of the silence. Normally you hate small talk, but you figured you would give it a shot. “Do you like your job?”

The woman turns to you and smiles, here canines peeking out a bit while shrugging her shoulders. “It keeps me busy, plus I get to make so many friends.” The gleam in her eyes flashes menacingly for a quick second, you decide to pretend you didn’t see it.

As you get to the end of the hall, she opens a door and gestures you inside, closing it behind you. There is a nice desk to the left of the door, other than that the room is sparce. The person sitting in the chair has quite an eclectic look about him. Grey hair parted to the side, shrew eyes behind circular wire rimmed glasses, a gold chain peeks out from the slightly open white button up with a purple blazer. He reeks of cigarette smoke the evidence of his habit tossed into the half-filled ash tray on the desk.

“So nice of you to join me Miss Y/N. Why don’t you have a seat, we can talk about your new position.” He gestures to the only other chair a smirk on his face that shows of his missing tooth.

“I haven’t accepted the job yet Giran, and I thought I told you I don’t want to work for you.” You aren’t used to seeing him in this type of place. But you do know him so there is no need to put on a show. You lean back in the chair and cross your arms.

“How rude of me, you won’t be working for me, but I have been given authority to hire for this company.”

You don’t bat an eye; most large companies use outside help for hiring. “What is this position you would like offer me?”

“This company provides heroes with a way to alleviate their… desires in a safe and discrete way.”

“So, you hire prostitutes for heroes to have sex without worrying about anyone telling the press about it.”

“That is correct.”

“I don’t know if your just stupid or if you forgot but I’m a stripper not a hooker.” You sit up in your chair fully ready to leave the room.

“They would provide you with a fully furnished apartment, medical coverage with 24/7 access to their fully trained medical staff. Any cash given to you by your clients you can keep, however they would take a percentage out of the money they initially pay for your services.”

“Let’s say I’m a little interested, how much is the initial pay for my services?” You want to deny the offer, nothing wrong with having sex for money but it isn’t really your thing.

Giran doesn’t answer right away, instead putting out what is left of his cigarette only to pull another one out of his blazer and lighting it up. “The starting hourly rate is $2,500 an hour, they would take 30 percent from that.”

Holy shit, that’s as much as I make in a day and I would be making it an hour? You keep your face neutral but something in your eyes must have tipped him off.

“You would start tomorrow; most clients keep a contract with their favorite employee and we actually have someone lined up for you already. He has extremely specific tastes and you are the perfect person to fill in.”

“I’ll have to talk to the club owner; would it be possible to start later?” You don’t want to seem to eager, especially not in front of him.

“I don’t see that as a problem, they can give you one week but that’s it.”

You stay silent, making it look like you’re thinking about it. After a moment you lean forward in your chair and stick your hand out. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

Giran grabs you hand and gives it a firm shake. “If you ever need help or have any questions call the number on the card. Now I believe you were offered dinner, let me take you to one of my favorite places.”

You let his hand go and rise from the chair. As Giran comes around the desk and walks towards the door, he stops for a moment and turns to you. “Welcome to the team.”

Dinner was actually genuinely nice; the food was good, and you were able to have a comfortable conversation with Giran. Of course, he didn’t tell you anything about himself, but you had no problems with that, you didn’t wanna share anything to personal about yourself either. He dropped you back off at your car after dinner and shook your hand again before driving off.

By the time you got home you had decided what you were gonna tell the club owner and mentally packed your apartment. Not wanting to take all of your things you moved most of it to a secure storage facility. Having had it for a few years already in order to store the overabundance of clothes you owned.

After the week was up you had quit your job and packed all of your belongings. You realize you don’t know where you are supposed to go so you pull out the card and call the number.

“Hello, how can I assist you?”

“Giran never told me where I would be moving my stuff to. Could you give me the address?” You pick at your nails while waiting for him to answer.

“Of course, Miss Erised. Will you be needing any assistance for your move?”

He sounds so polite; I wonder if he is always like this.

“No, I’ll be fine on my own thank you.”

He gives you the address and let you know that you can call if you need any additional information.

“Good luck Miss Erised.”

When you get back to your apartment you immediately go into the shower and wash up, using the tea tree oil that Froppy had said she uses in an interview.

I don’t understand how people can like this stuff, but he gets easier to handle if I smell like those women.

When you are done you towel dry your hair and make sure to lotion your whole body. When your hair is dry enough you straighten it and leave it down. He likes it better when its down.

You go to your closet and rifle through until finding the very skimpy version of Froppys hero costume. All it really has in common with the original is the tan harness and the green with black and yellow stripes. Otherwise, it is a one-piece bikini without a crotch. You grab your black leather over the knee boots and get dressed. After checking the time, you give yourself a moment to mentally prepare.

I hate this, I hate him. Disgusting filthy little bug. A false hero, a plague. I can’t wait to leave this place.

Standing in the middle of your room you close your eyes and take deep breaths, allowing your consciousness to drift. You have found that the best way to endure these sessions is to detach yourself from the situation. Only focusing on the absolute necessary and maintaining the effects of your quirk. Giving yourself another minute to get into character you walk to the door joining your apartment to the “service room”.

Thankfully, he hasn’t shown up yet, you shut the door hearing the lock click into place, the door seamlessly vanishing into the wall. Sitting on the edge of the bed you face the door that Mineta will walk through and wait.

No matter how many times we do this I never lose the feeling of wanting to vomit while bathing in bleach.

When he walks in you see that he is wearing his hero costume, as atrocious as it is. He never really deviated from the original design. You immediately start your performance.

“Mineta? What am I doing here? kero” You clasp your hands together in front of your chest and look around frightfully.

“Hello Tsu, what a pleasant surprise to see you here.” He walks up, taking off his gloves and throwing them to the side.

“I don’t understand, do you know where- “Your sentence is cut off, pain in your cheek sharp and hot.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk Miss thirty sixth hero.” He stands there with his hand still up as you cup your cheek and look up at him, the tears in your eyes real. He pulls his hand back again as if to slap you and you flinch.

“Good girl, now finish taking off my outfit for me.” Mineta walks back a few steps and holds his arms out. Your fingers are clumsy as you take it of piece by piece.

Mineta abruptly grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks your head back. You grab his hand with both of yours trying to ease his grip.

“Do you think if you do it slow enough, I’ll get bored and go away?” He pulls harder. “Huh? You really think you’re gonna get out of this don’t you.” He tosses you towards the bed and you scramble to get back on your feet.

The tears in your eyes have started to spill over and you start babbling. “Please let me go Mineta, I don’t know what I did but please pleasejust forgive me kero. I won’t tell anyone about this just please don’t hurt me kero.”

He doesn’t answer you, just finishes taking off his outfit before he is walking towards you again, a vicious gleam in his beady eyes.

You back up until the back of your legs hits the bed. You open your mouth to speak but before you can utter a single word, he slaps you again.

“I told you not to speak unless I told you to once already. Now I’m gonna have to punish you, aren’t I?” He shoves you onto the bed and follows, using his knees to push your legs open he sits up and gives himself a few pumps.” No need to prep you, I want this to hurt.”

You are sobbing at this point, your hands covering your face when you feel him push into you. A scream rips out of your throat and you reach forward to push him away.

“You know Tsu, these meetups have been the best. I’m thinking next time I will find the REAL you and have even more fun.” He closes his eyes a leans his head back, fully immersed in only getting himself off.

To engrossed in his own world, he doesn’t realize that you have gone still. Your tears have stopped, and you have pulled your hands back from him.

DISGUSTING

“Find the real me?”

VILE

You break character, bringing your full consciousness back. You voice is just a whisper at first, so he doesn’t hear you, doesn’t stop thrusting.

FALSE HERO

“Find the REAL me?!” You are screaming at him now.

He finally stops, hearing you the second time. For a second you see fear in his eyes before they fill with rage.

MONSTER

“Hey! You better start doing the job I paid you for, I don’t come here for you to question me.” He lifts his hand up, as if to slap you again. Before his hand comes down you grab it, squeezing until he yelps in pain.

This job is over, he isn’t worth keeping around anymore.

“You think I give a shit about a little piss ant like you?!” As you sit up, he yanks his arm away and pulls out of you. Stumbling back, he starts shaking a finger in your direction.

“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re just a whore!”

You dart forward before he can put more distance between you and grab him by the neck. As you pick him up you snarl and let your quirk fade away.

“I may be a whore but I not a monster like you. You are just a fake hero, a plague on this world and I will get rid of every single one of you.” You throw him onto the ground still holding on to his neck and squeeze.

“In other news, Minoru Mineta also known as the pro hero Grape Juice has gone missing after several videos of him have gone viral. He was last seen leaving a brothel that has requested to remain nameless. The videos contain triggering scenes of the pro hero having relations with a prostitute while she is dressed in various hero suits the resemble his old female classmates. He even refers to them by name. The videos contain triggering images, and it is recommended to not seek them out. The original videos have since been taken down but are reuploaded onto the internet on several other sites. The prostitute shown in the videos has also gone missing. Any information on the whereabouts- “

The T.V. turns off, the voice of the news anchor no longer filling the dimly lit bar. The people present remain silent for a moment before a man with burns all over his body starts to laugh.

“You could have really fucked that up Doll. Good thing we got enough evidence.” You sneer at him, making sure you change your appearance to match your own desire. He flinches when he sees his own face.

“I wish you had cut him! There wasn’t enough blood to keep his appearance up for awfully long!” The young woman with two messy blond buns in her hair twirls a knife around.

“I’m terribly sorry Toga, but I didn’t have anything sharp with me.” You pick at your nails and look over at Kurogiri, who is busy pouring a glass of whiskey for Dabi. “Do I get a break after this one or do you and boss man have another gig for me?”

[taem-min-archived]

The Mirror of Erised - an EXO Collab

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

NCT version | EXO version | SHINee version

Welocme to the millionth eight collab hosted by me @/taemin-jaemin. The topic of this collab is going to revolve around the Mirror of Erised, i.e., on our deepest desires.

.Rules

- The theme of is our deepest desires. It doesn’t have to be a Harry Potter AU or a Magical AU. It’s just on our desires. Though you are free to make it so and even add the Mirror in your story to your liking.

- First come, first serve basis

- There are 11 slots available, as I will be taking one for myself.

- No smut please! I’m a minor.

- All fics must be member x reader or member x oc. For the ease of writing, the reader doesn’t need to be gender neutral. Just mention it in the pairing. The reader has to be inclusive though.

- Works that include the following themes are not allowed between the main pairing: abuse, rape, dub-con, non-con, pedophilia, incest, explicit gore, romanticisation of mental issues, and triggering topics.

- No plagiarism!

- Any genre is allowed, but if it is better if it is yandere. But it is up to you!

- Having discord is mandatory for communication purposes.

- The minimum word count is 1k. There is no maximum.

- The deadline is November 2022. But I do understand that we all have our personal lives and works and so it can be extended if wanted.

- The last date to dropout is September 2022. I’ll understand if you can’t participate any more, but please dm me.

- Any change in url, please dm me.

- If you would like to join the collab, please dm me along with the name of the member you want to write for.

- Please reblog this post once you’ve been selected.

.Slots

Kim Minseok

Lu Han

Kim Junmyeon

Zhang Yixing - @kpoptrashlord-007​

Byun Baekhyun - @lucas-wongs​

Kim Jongdae

Park Chanyeol - @baekhyunslightningboltarm​

Huang Zitao - @yukheislipsx​​

Do Kyungsoo - @taemin-jaemin​ (me)

Kim Jongin ​- @writeformesinpie​

Oh Sehun - @exosbloodline​

[aixeko]

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“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ― Franz Kafka

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▹ Insanely in love with Kafka

RULES

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PORTFOLIO

× A collection of all my written work.

PRODUCTIONS

× Current work in progress/upcoming fics.

PRODUCER’S PERSPECTIVE

× All about me, the author. 

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▶︎ #Erise Short ▹ Drabble fanfic.

▶︎ #Erise Series ▹ A full length fanfic, meaning they contain multiple parts.

▶︎ #Erise Collab ▹ A requested work.

▶︎ #Erise Podcast ▹ Author responding / Author talking.

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Only the arts don't belong to me unless mentioned otherwise !!

[a-simple-imagine]

✧ •˖*  directory ❀ ko-fi *˖• ✧

🐲 CHARLIE WEASLEY 

→ one-shots 

a treasured memory - charlie weasley x fem!reader 

you reminisce on the past with charlie. 

griffy - charlie weasley x fem!reader

charlie has a surprise for you

the rarest cat - charlie weasley x reader

charlie tries to bring home yet another scaly friend 

run away with me - charlie weasley x fem!reader

every moment shared with charlie weasley is an adventure all it’s own. how you wish to spend every moment together and all it takes is to run away. 

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ 🐲 ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

🐍 DRACO MALFOY 

the lion, the badger and the snake - hermione granger x fem!reader

Best friends with both Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy it’s down to you to decide which romance you peruse but things become more complicated as the second wizarding war lingers in the near future. Will your path lead to redemption or anguish?

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ 🐍 ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

❈ GINNY WEASLEY

→ one-shots

down at the lake - ginny weasley x fem!weasley

you’re staying at the burrow over christmas break and ginny decided to take you ice skating

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ❈ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

✯ HERMIONE GRANGER

→ one-shots

alone - hermione granger x fem!reader

hermione prepared you for everything but loneliness

just a little bit of love... potion? - hermione granger x fem!reader

you and ron have been pranking each other back and forth for years but now it may have gone a little too far. thankful hermione is here to help. 

look pretty - hermione granger x fem!reader

while attending slughorn’s christmas party you find yourself dancing around your feelings for her while helping her escape her own date 

misunderstandings - hermione granger x fem!reader

the whole school knows you’re planning to go to hogsmeade and rumors of who you’ll be asking to go with you spread fare and wide

new student - hermione granger x fem!reader

you’re a transfer student from ilvermorny and hermione becomes your new tutor

perhaps in another life - hermione granger x fem!reader

you and the golden trio fine the mirror or erised again

playing with fire - hermione granger x reader (collab w/ @mionemymind​)

when things don't go quite as planned, a bitter duo is led to fight for their lives while resolving locked away feelings

study date - hermione granger x fem!reader

you always thought hermione didn’t like you or your best friend luna lovegood but turns out that may not be the case

written in the stars - hermione granger x fem!reader

soulmate au with hermione where everyone has a timer counter in their wrists and the time goes down every time you’re about to meet your soulmate

→ prompts

‘that looks infected’

“this is awkward. not ‘you’re awkward’, but just ‘cause we’re… i’m awkward. you’re gorgeous."

→ series 

the smarter witch - hermione granger x fem!slytherin!reader

you like to consider hermione your academic rival but things begin to fall apart between the two of you when Malfoy and friends start asking questions

adolescence syndrome - hermione granger x fem!reader

being the daughter of a murderous death eater can be a lot of work and one day something really weird starts to happen ( based off the anime ‘rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai’)

the lion, the badger and the snake - hermione granger x fem!reader

Best friends with both Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy it’s down to you to decide which romance you peruse but things become more complicated as the second wizarding war lingers in the near future. Will your path lead to redemption or anguish?

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ✯ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

ლ PANSY PARKINSON

→ one-shots

back alley love potions - pansy parkinson x fem!reader

pansy wants a love potion and comes to you for help

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ლ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

♞ RON WEASLEY 

→ one-shots

just a little bit of love... potion? - ron weasley x platonic!fem!reader

you and ron have been pranking each other back and forth for years but now it may have gone a little too far. thankful hermione is here to help

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ♞ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

[gnarf]

Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

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Collab Overview

Completed Collabs

Mafia!Kris x Reader - Extended Stay, pt.1 - Zombie AU (5.2k)

Mafia!Kris x Reader - Extended Stay, pt.2 - Zombie AU + Smut (5.2k)

Upcoming Collabs || Projects

WayV Horror Movie Night ;; Ten, Xiao Jun, YangYang [Oct. 2021] ​

SM Cinematic Universe ;; Baekhyun || Irene [Dec. 2022]

Mirror of Erised ;; Minho || Lay 

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Masterlist of Our Fics

Hey everyone, Liv here! So since a lot of our incorrect quotes on this blog come from or are inspired by our fanfics, and include our OCs from those fics, we thought it might be good to provide a masterlist of all of the stuff we’ve written (both individually and together) along with a short description of each (+tws)

Kat’s Fics: 

The Noel/Lex series

Noel Michaels (no relation to Noel from Santa Claus is Going to High School) and her relationship with Lex Foster. Very cute would recommend 10/10 <3 

The Place I Belong

An Emma/Becky Stardew Valley AU featuring lots of useless lesbian pining and Farmer!Emma, which is a really good concept if I do say so myself.

Sleigh Ride

Noel’s backstory and the fateful Christmas night that changed her life for good 

TWs: domestic violence, drunk driving, alcohol abuse, description of a car crash

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Liv’s Fics: 

We Survived the Crisis, Babe

A Black Friday rewrite in which Ethan survives the attack at the movie theatre with the help of a certain spider from outer space and tries his best to keep himself and Hannah alive. 

TWs: descriptions of violence, what could be described as torture, kidnapping, as well as all the normal TWs for Black Friday

What Happens in Nightmare Time

The fic I’m currently working on!! Also this has Witch in the Web spoilers!! 

An AU where, instead of being thrown in jail for selling drugs, Lex and Ethan are trapped in Nightmare Time by the witch, and with the help of Duke Keane, Miss Holloway, and a mysterious little girl who lives in a void, Hannah has to try to save her family. 

TWs: Kidnapping, descriptions of violence, Child abuse, descriptions of panic attacks + nightmares 

Making Monsters of Men 

Elsabeth tries to calm her siblings during a storm by spinning tales of fighting off monsters outside, all while hiding the bruises from the one within the walls 

TWs: Child abuse 

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Liv + Kat’s collab fics: 

And While You’re Saving The World (multichapter)

A crossover fic of a lot of different starkid shows and Spies are Forever, in which they all live in Boston, and the villain is Wally the Green Monster: the Red Sox baseball mascot. 

TWs: Kidnapping, descriptions of violence, descriptions of psychological torture, major character death, references to child abuse 

Not Alone at Hogwarts (multichapter)

Another one of our crossover fics, but this time make it Hogwarts! 

Ever since Paul Matthews was attacked as a baby and his parents were murdered, he's sported an odd blue mark on his cheek. He hates that blue mark, he hates his foster father Stanley, and he hates his life. Until he gets his Hogwarts letter on his eleventh birthday, that is.

TWs: Child abuse, descriptions of character death, mentions of violence/injury 

Mirror Talks 

A spinoff fic/oneshot compliant with Not Alone at Hogwarts 

Tatiana Slokhnvo visits the Mirror of Erised to visit old friends and try to move on. She doesn’t think she ever will. 

TWs: Mentions of character death, grieving 

do you all see the memories?  (multichapter)

Noel Michaels, Elsabeth Pekkala and Lex Foster, along with their sisters, Hannah Foster and Lyanna Pekkala, escape the PEIP faciility they were taken to after the world ended and run into some old friends and family. The reunited group has to try to survive the harsh world that PEIP created, and avoid the ones that are trying to hunt them down. The caveat is that none of the girls taken to the facility remember anything at all.  

TWs: mentions of torture, child abuse, character death, descriptions of violence, alcohol abuse 

A Tale of Two Kingdoms

A royalty AU where the prince and princess, Kris and Noel, fall in love with a handsome foreign prince and a pretty commoner from a vibrant farming town, respectively. Featuring possibly my favorite tag ever: homoerotic sword fighting 

Tws: Child Abuse, (eventual) Kidnapping

Saturday Night at Watcher World

When their parents and guardians bring them to Watcher World, Noel and her friends: Elsabeth, the Chastity twins (Grace and David), Lex, Ethan and Alice have to work together to try and survive the horrors of Watcher World 

TWs: Descriptions of violence, implied/referenced child abuse, major character death, kidnapping, eye horror (essentially any TW from Watcher World also applies here, plus these) 

The Barnes-Foster-Houston Household and Found Family Series

A universe in which Black Friday doesn’t happen, and Tom and Becky take in Lex, Ethan and Hannah, and of course Tim’s around. These all take place in the same universe but way back when Kat and I didn’t realize that co-creating a series was a thing we could do on AO3. 

TWs: Child abuse/references to child abuse, a lot of discussion of Jane’s passing, implied/referenced PTSD

I Feel Safe Here With You

Noah Monroe doesn’t particularly think his lifeguarding job will lead to falling in love, but Ophelia Matthews-Perkins has a tendency to disrupt people’s plans. 

Essentially this is Linda Monroe’s son, Noah and Paul and Emma’s daughter, Ophelia, falling in love. 

TWs: brief mentions of child abuse 

I Know A Thousand Tales

This is essentially a “greatest hits” of pieces of things we’ve written that don’t quite have full-blown fic potential (of which there are so, so many) but we wanted to have someplace for them to live anyway! This is honestly a really great way to get to know our ocs too because this does feature them a lot. 

TWs are on the individual fics because they’re all very wildly different 

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HP/DRARRY Fic Fests 2019

★ Sources : potterfests & @hpfests ★ Banner © : @capipuff  ||  as of 2020.01

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JAN

FEB

My Bloody Valentine 2019 @hpdarkarts : AO3

HP Kinkfest round 10 @hpkinkfest​ : AO3

MAR

Salt and Pepper Fest 2019 hp-goldenage@DW : AO3

HP Get Lucky Fest round 9 hp-getlucky@LJ

HP Consent Fest 2019 @hpconsentfest : AO3

APR

Draco Tops Harry Fest 2019 @dracotops-harry : AO3

MAY

Lights, Camera, Drarry Fest 2019 @lcdrarry​: AO3

H/D Mpreg Fest 2019 @harrydracompreg : AO3

JUN

H/D Glompfest 2019 serpentinelion@LJ : AO3

Owlery Summer Exchange 2019 @owleryx : AO3

JUL

H/D Wireless 2019 @hd-wireless : AO3

AUG

H/D Tropes Exchange 2019 @hdtropes : AO3

SEP

H/D Collaboration Fest 2019 @hd-collab : AO3

HP Drizzle Fest 2019 @hpdrizzle : AO3

OCT

H/D Fan Fair 2019 @hd-fan-fair : AO3

H/D Fluffy Halloween Fest 2019 hd-fluff@LJ : AO3

HP Daddy Fest 2019 @hpdaddyfest : AO3

Halloween Mini Fest 2019 @hp-creatures : AO3

Kinktober 2019 @kinktober2019 : AO3

HP Unhappily Ever After Fest @hp-unhappily-ever-after : AO3

NOV

Drarropoly 2.0 @gameofdrarry : AO3

HP Butterfly Fest @hpbutterflyfest : AO3

DEC

H/D Erised 2019 @hd-erised : AO3

H/D Owlpost 2019 @hdowlpost : AO3

25 Days of Draco and Harry 2019 @slythindor100 : AO3

A Very Drarry Secret Santa @gwbexchange : AO3

Mini Fest round 11 @hp-mini-fest : AO3

Pen15 is Mightier Holiday Gift Exchange 2019 : AO3

Wireless Festive Minifest @wireless-festive-minifest : AO3

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✔ previous year  •  next year ✔ other years

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DANAAAAAA OMG [btw I’m going to cry over her recent Jake piece Dancing With Your Ghost under the picture so ya know SPOILERS]

YOUR JAKE FIC WAS SO GOOD! The way I was thinking that Jake was going to take a crucio for the reader later in the story. Like when he said “who would take a crucio for someone?” I thought it was foreshadowing that he was going to take a crucio for the reader LATER, NOT THAT IT HAD ALREADY HAPPENED!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! I knew it was over when the reader stood infront of the mirror erised. (bc I’m a hp fan✨) At that point, I was shedding tears and when I tell you they got WORSE WHEN JAKE WAS CONSOLING THE READER IN THE FOREST, but I do have to say the part that broke me was when Jake went back into the mirror 😔💔 I just- ahhhhhh it was so good and I loved it so much (even if I was a crying mess) thank you for writing this angst masterpiece 🤧

YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME TO GER VALIDATION FROM A HP FAN AHAHHAHAH its been awhile since ive watched a hp movie or had any form of reference so throughout the story i was literally googling harry potter mirror cause i forgot what it was callEd skjdkskdks BUT THANK YOU for leaving feedback on all the pieces ive written for the collabs hun 😭🥺 it really means alot to me