#gryffinclaw fluff

[hollowdeath]

life of a hogwarts student

[ravenerdhogwartsincorrectquotes]

Gryffindor: *says something dumb*

Ravenclaw: Remind me again why I'm so in love with you?

Gryffindor: *smiles*

Ravenclaw, blushing: Ah. yes. Right.

[officialcga]

Gryfindor: if huff broke up with...

Slytherin: NO

Ravenclaw: there is still a possibility...

Hufflepuff: HE SAID NO!

[saniyalovesliamdunbar]

r u rlly a drarry stan if u don't make fake scenarios about them in ur head when you can't go to sleep?

[idrawsometimesnotthatone]

it be them

click for quality that isnt from hell

[accio-fandom]

Not Bad | Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

First request done, sorry if it seemed like it took so long, I don’t know why my app doesn’t send me notifications for messages 🤧

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Staying awake during Astronomy class is a real struggle for Draco. But ever since he’s had to switch seats and sat next to a rather interesting hufflepuff, he’s managed to stay awake during class.

He would watch them fidget with their things, read a book, sometimes even try to eat a chocolate frog during class; he found it very amusing.

There was this one particular habit Draco was certainly displeased with; it was when (Y/N) would tap their fingers on the table repeatedly. It would annoy the living hell out of Draco. “(L/N)!” He hissed, “Would you stop that? I’m trying to learn here!” He glared at them.

(Y/N) stared at him and giggled, “Do you find my clear annoyance amusing, (L/N)?” He bellowed, only to cause (Y/N) to snicker.

“You just look really funny right now!” They managed to say in between giggles. This made Draco give them an offended look. “And honestly, if looks could kill you wouldn’t be able to kill anyone.”

Draco looked away in defeat and rolled his eyes at them, “Whatever, (L/N).” He emphasised their named with obvious annoyment, “my father will hear about this.” (Y/N) raised their brow and stared in amusement.

Not long after the professor announces the end of class. (Y/N) smiled and stood up, offering their hand to Draco. “What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned as he looks at the hand outstretched in front of him. (Y/N) rolled their eyes and grabbed Draco’s arm and dragged him to an isolated corridor.

“What are you doing?!” Draco demanded as (Y/N) pins him to the wall. “Shut up for once, Draco.” They demand as they slammed their lips onto Draco’s, essentially making his knees weak. The kiss was heated and passionate; but as much as they hated it, they had to part for air.

They both stared into each other’s eyes while panting, trying to catch their breath. “Damn.” Draco breathed out; his cheeks dusted with red, “Who knew, (Y/N)? You’re not bad, not good, but not bad.”

[hunterartemis]

Hogwarts Interhouse Friendship Described with Supernatural

Gryffindor/ Ravenclaw: Sam and Dean (AKA when Derp meets 100% Done. The impulsive one is looked out by the intelligent one-- they do not know that themselves, but they will LITERALLY crash and burn without each other. Aesthetic- North and South pole, facepalming, bitchfacing. The motto “true friends do not judge each other, they judge other people togather” was written for them. “Hey, I wanna do something exciting... how about doing PARKOUR in the stairs”... “No...shh, stop mispronouncing ‘Homework’, and you will not do this on the stairs.” “b-but”, “s-shh... no more, or I will cut you”)

Hufflepuff/ Gryffindor: Gabriel and Cas (Plato wrote Symposium basing on a Huffledore friendship. It’s a friendship made in heaven... no words needed. AKA each other’s check/ loyal to the last breath. Aesthetics- rainbows and ponies, princes and princesses, happily ever after. ruffling hairs, grabbing arm, pulling ears, holding hands, non-verbal communications with expressions and grins. Knowing each other so well that even a twitch in the shoulder can tell you what The Gryffindor ate this morning)

Slytherin /Gryfindor: Crowley and Dean (AKA the duo that hate each other’s guts to oblivion but has each other on speed dial, and literally each other’s first choice during fistfights. Aesthetics- choking each other in a form of saying “good morning”, blood in the knuckles and a stupid smile plastered on the face. Dick jokes against twisted dark sarcasm. Super competitive, even in the urinals. Feeling uncomfortable not fighting/ quarreling with the other. “Die you motherfucker” “you too, douchewheel” translating to ‘I love you’, ‘I know, me too’ )

Slytherin/ Hufflepuff:  Meg and Cas (AKA the duo who are insulting and cheesy to each other all the time, and if someone else tries it the Slytherin will bury you to 9th circle of Hell. Aesthetics- cookies and coffee, blankets, all the beauty and the beast feels. Slytherin covertly killing off everyone who has been picking on their cinnamon roll at the day. Hufflepuff feeding their buddy cookies while they sulk about their bad marks and beef with parents.)

Slytherin/ Ravenclaw: Bobby and Rufus (AKA the morally dysfunctional duo who could be world’s greatest criminal masterminds or greatest scientist-- there is nothing in between. Aesthetics- Reading Encyclopaedias for kicks, sarcasm, ungodly amount of coffee with alcohol with a quaint mixture of Rock and Russian opera playing at the back. Deep discussions about that last fouette in Swan Lake that eventually drifts to the how to build immunity against poisons)

Ravenclaw/ Hufflepuff: Jack and Sam (AKA buddies that help each other out out of introversy and existential crises, and tell them they are worth it. Aesthetic- Philosophy, choir music, the overpowering hope and sadness tossing in the world. Ravenclaw unleashing the depth of their soul, while Hufflepuff can extend their sweet nature to the extreme, enticed by the depth of the Eagle buddy)

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

Midnight Quidditch Games | Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader (written with a female reader in mind, though the gender is not stated)

Wordcount: 3800 words

Warnings: none, just fluff and friends-to-lovers

Summary: Fred and George come up with the idea of hosting illegal Quidditch Games for all four houses every Friday night. Harry convinces Reader to play with him and they end up on the same broom.

a/n: No Voldemort Au, set in Harry's fifth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. (Based on a headcanon by @/ murphcooper on tumblr)

Friday was my favourite day of the week, and there were two reasons for that: One, it was the start of the weekend, and two, we played Quidditch.

Up until fifth year, the most I had to do with the popular wizarding sport was cheering at the official school games for the Gryffindor team and attending the Quidditch World Cup in 1994. Then Fred and George came up with a very illegal, yet very exciting and fun idea, which was to host unofficial Quidditch games in the middle of the night that any student could attend. Whether it were First Years who could barely fly, or simple people that never made it onto their house's team, anyone was welcome.

The twins had planned it the first two months of their sixth year together with Quidditch fans from the other houses and had created lists for every common room, which wouldn't be readable by the teachers or Filch.

“It's illegal! What if something happens? What if someone gets hurt, how do you want to explain that to Dumbledore, or worse, to Professor McGonagall,” Hermione argued as soon as Fred and George had prompted their idea to us one Sunday evening.

“I'm disappointed. Do you really think we would work that sloppy?”, Fred asked.

“The house elves are in,” George explained. “Which means free food and free healthcare, all in one!”

“Awesome,” Ron said, and he should be proven right.

The only rules to attend were the duty to remain silent and to come in your pyjamas, just for the sake of it. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws would be playing against Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, Lee Jordan would be commenting as always and because Madam Hooch wasn't available, Hermione would be our judge. This was decided unanimously.

The first two games had occurred at the end of November, and they had been a complete mess. We had to raise the number of players on each team so everyone who wanted to play fit in, which led to three Keepers, six Chasers, four Beaters and two Seekers for each house. Furthermore, there had been a dozen of first years who couldn't fly yet and who had to be taught by voluntaries.

Those first two Friday nights I had spent with Lee, Hermione, Luna and Dobby on the commentary stand, cheering and eating chocolate biscuits. Once in a while, I had thrown a biscuit in the air for Harry to catch.

Because of the bone-chilling cold and pitch-black darkness brought by the Scottish winter, Fred and George had invented glass bulbs which carried bright orange, warm fire and hovered over the Quidditch pitch.

With the first Friday of December approaching, the excitement grew bigger and it was basically the only topic during every meal. Now that the rules and positions had set and the First Years could fly, we were awaiting the first serious game – as serious as playing Quidditch in pyjamas with Hermione as a judge could be.

“You have to play, too,” Harry said to me during lunch on Friday. My friends had tried all week to persuade me to play instead of only keeping Hermione company, while I had constantly declined.

“Yes, come on,” Ron agreed. “We know you can fly, you played with us this summer.”

“No, no way.” I shook my head and pulled the pumpkin juice jug closer.

“Why not?”, Harry asked, covering my glass with his hand. I raised my eyebrows, but he only grinned, which made my stomach tingle. But I glossed over the unwanted feeling and shoved his hand away.

“Because all positions are filled. And besides that, I would be a terrible Chaser,” I answered. “Or a terrible anything, really.”

“You could play as a Seeker,” Hermione suggested and poured herself a drink. “You're good at noticing details.”

“But Harry and that boy from third year are playing as Gryffindor Seeker,” I reminded her, cutting my toast in half.

“You could fly with Harry,” She said plainly. I stared at her with wide eyes. I should had known the moment I had told Hermione about my not-so-tiny crush on Harry that it had been a bad idea. Now she did what I should had expected: Trying to set me up with him.

“No, I – no.”

“But I wouldn’t mind,” Harry said. “And if you don't like it, I can drop you off at the stands again. Come on Y/N, say yes.” He nudged my shoulder, looking at me with sweetest puppy eyes. I couldn't say no to him, he knew that. I sighed.

“Fine.”

A content smile lit up on his face. “Brilliant.”

Around half past nine, we made our way out of the castle and down to the Quidditch pitch. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, as well as a dozen other Gryffindor students had their brooms shouldered, following me and Hermione through the dimly lit corridors.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” I whispered, tapping the Marauders Map, which soon revealed Hogwarts’ grounds, ink lines flowing over the parchment. Filch was strolling around in his office, and so was Snape. McGonagall’s ink dot hovered in the East tower of the Fourth Floor. “Everything’s clear, but keep quiet,” I informed the others.

Hermione linked her arms with me.

“How are you?”, She asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Shut up. What was that at lunch?”

“Oh, come on, I just said what you were thinking. Everybody knows you have a thing for each other,” She said, and I quickly turned to make sure Harry was still talking to Dean and Ginny. Hermione chuckled. “I made a bet with Ginny that you will kiss after catching the Snitch together,” She added.

I swirled back around. “You what?”

“But Ginny thinks you'll snog in a broom closet afterwards.”

Before I could reply anything, Harry had caught up with us.

“What are you two whispering about?”, He asked, leaning closer so I could smell his deodorant.

“Nothing,” I said and was glad that the darkness hid my tinted cheeks. Hermione let herself fall back, leaving Harry and me alone at the front of the group.

“You're a terrible liar,” He said.

“Says you. Remember last year when we had detention with Snape –”

Harry wrapped his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me unintentionally closer, and placed his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking any further.

“You promised you'd take that to the grave.”

I grinned and pulled his hand away, though his arm stayed around me.

We made it out of the castle without any inconveniences, thanks to Peeves, who – on orders from the twins – created some chaos in the trophy room and distracted McGonagall.

We were the first to reach the pitch, and Harry unlocked the door under the stands with the key on the necklace around his neck, which led to the changing rooms and the spare brooms. Fred and George had stored the fire bulbs under a loose floorboard and were now freeing them so they could fly over the pitch. Hermione directed her wand towards the sky, sending out a Muffliato Charm, then winked at me and climbed up to the commentary stand with Lee.

In the meantime, the other houses arrived; the Hufflepuffs were followed by a tiny body of house elves carrying fast food on tablets over their heads. They spread over the stands, consorting with the students watching the game and providing them with hot meals and drinks.

“Welcome back everyone!”, Lee's voice echoed over the pitch and the crowd cheered. “And also welcome to everyone new here who wants to play or just likes to break the rules.”

“Hello from me too. We have some new players I want to introduce,” Hermione continued. “Marina Florence playing Keeper for Slytherpuff, Arthur Mitchell deputizing for Gryffinclaw’s Chaser Demelza Robbins, who is currently stationed in the hospital wing, and Y/N playing Seeker for Gryffinclaw together with Harry Potter.”

“That's ridiculous! Since when are we playing in pairs?!”, Draco yelled out of the crowd of Slytherin players.

“Since I'm making the rules, you daft idiot!”, Hermione called back, and laughing echoed over the field. Ron's language was clearly leaving a mark on her. “Now get on your brooms, everyone!”

“Make sure you don't slip off your broom in those silk pyjamas, Malfoy, ” Fred snickered loudly, and Draco held up his middle finger.

Slowly, the huge crowd of players on the pitch flew up into the air, positioning themselves on the right spots. I turned to Harry, who climbed on his broom. That was the part I had avoided to think about all afternoon: How would we fly on that thing together?

My heart drummed so loudly against my ribcage it was a miracle he couldn't hear it. We were friends, I reminded myself. And I would not ruin this friendship for the sake of some stupid feelings.

“Come on, Y/N,” Harry said, stretching out his hand. I grabbed it, and he helped me to climb onto his Firebolt, so that I was sitting in front of him. His fingers gripped around the broom stick, not very far from where I had placed my hands.

“You alright?”, He asked and I nodded.

“Brilliant,” I said, and he chuckled. He then wrapped his left arm around my waist before he kicked us off the ground and the Firebolt shot through the cold night air. My back got pressed against his chest, his knees squeezing my thighs, and out of shock, I held onto his arm around me.

I hadn't flown since last summer, and even then it had only been on Ron's old broomstick a few feet above the earth. This here was the complete opposite: Harry's Firebolt was a hundred times faster, and it barely took us three seconds to be the ones flying the highest over the stadium.

“I got you, everything's fine,” Harry said somewhere close to my ear as he had noticed my hand clenched around his arm, and a warm shiver ran down my spin. I looked down on the Quidditch pitch.

“It never looks that high when I’m down there,” I said.

“Are you afraid of heights?”, He asked, but I shook my head.

“No.” Not with you. I could feel his heart beating against my back and absently stroked over his hand on my waist, until Hermione's voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

“Okay, I want a fair game and no injuries, is that clear? And show some respect to the youngest players! Now ready, steady, GO!” With a wave of her wand, the trunk with the Quidditch balls snapped open and the Quaffle flew high into the air, followed by two Bludgers. For a short moment, I saw the Golden Snitch, then it rushed off into the darkness.

“So, what do we do now? Any secret strategies?”, I asked.

“No,” Harry answered, placing his chin on my shoulder. “We just wait and watch.”

A tingling warmth spread through my body at the subtle touch. Gently, Harry steered the broom around the pitch, while the others beneath us played.

“Katie wins the Quaffle – passes to Montgomery – Rick close to score, come on – YES, Gryffinclaw scores 10 points!”, Lee bellowed and loud applause erupted. “And Slytherpuff in possession – Blaise with the Quaffle – Josephine Gordon from Hufflepuff takes over, excellent Chaser that girl, and rather attractive – OW, I'm just stating facts!”

Hermione had smacked Lee on the back of his head.

“Anyways, Blaise in possession once again – now First Year Conan Ivory – Smith overtakes – and he scores. Ron, look at the Quaffle, not at Hermione – OW! – But Gryffinclaw still leads – Ginny overtakes – fights off some Slytherins – hey, careful Harry, Bludger coming your way –”

Harry quickly leaned over me and the Firebolt dropped a few meters, dodging the Bludger rushing over our heads. George (or Fred?) darted after the ball, calling a quick “Watch it, lovebirds!” at us, and hit the Bludger towards a Slytherin Chaser.

The other twin was close behind, shouting “Less snogging, more seeking!”

“Shut it!”, I yelled. For Merlin's sake, did everyone knew about my crush? Was it really that obvious for everyone except Harry? Not that I wanted him to find out – he would be embarrassed, he didn't think of us as anything other than friends.

Harry's arm slipped from my waist and he cleared his throat, but a broomstick did not provide much space, wherefore his chest was still pressed against my back and I could feel his rather fast heartbeat.

“Do you, uhm... want me to drop you off?”, He asked.

“Oh. Uh, no,” I said, trying to turn so I could face him, “I like it, but if you want to –”

“No! No, I just thought...” Harry’s eyes danced over my face like they had never before and we were quite close.

“ – Applebee has the Quaffle - and that's a score! Sixty to sixty!”, Lee called, and Hermione blew her silver whistle. I ripped my eyes off of Harry and looked down to the commentary stand. “Now, we’re gonna have a short break, because Dobby thinks you're gonna starve otherwise. All the first and second years are asked to go back to their dorms, because it's almost midnight – don't complain to me –”

Harry carefully steered his Firebolt back to the ground where he landed near Ron and Ginny. I climbed off and was glad to be spared an awkward conversation, because Ginny grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the pitch. The sudden loss of Harry's warm chest made me shiver.

“Now, have you ever thought about making out in a broom closet?”, She asked, a mischievous grin on her reddened face. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Hermione told me about the bet, so don't even try! No one's gonna make out in a broom closet,” I said.

“Except you and Harry,” Ginny replied. I opened my mouth to talk back, but was interrupted.

“What’s going on with you and Harry?” Cho had caught up to us, snatching a plate with fish and chips from a tablet an house elf carried through the crowd. “I have watched you, it's adorable, honestly.”

“First off, there's nothing to be adorable,” I said and stole a fry from her plate, “and second, you are supposed to watch the Snitch, not us.”

“So is Harry, but he only has eyes for you.” Cho smiled and tapped my nose with her finger. Ginny giggled and ate a piece of fried fish. In the same moment, Hermione breathlessly jogged up to us.

“What – were – you – waiting – for?”, She panted. I furrowed my brows.

“Huh?” Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“You were this close to kiss him, why didn't you do anything?”

“Is my love life this much more interesting the Quidditch game?!”

All three girls answered “Yes” in union.

“But he doesn't feel the same way for me!”, I argued. “We are friends –”

Ginny grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. “Do friends look at each other that way? I don’t think so.”

Harry stood a few feet away with Ron, Seamus and Dean, though he seemed not to listen to their conversations and instead stared over at us. At me. When he realised he had been caught, he waved shyly and almost spilled his pumpkin juice. I waved back at him before turning to the girls again, all of whom were looking temporising at me.

“Oh, I – I don't know. Even if you're right, I can't just kiss him out of nowhere on his broom.”

“No, you gotta snog him in a broom closet so I get my Galleon,” Ginny said smugly, and Hermione nudged her with her elbow and looked at her watch, before blowing her whistle again.

“Everyone back on their positions, break's over!” Then Hermione shot me a serious look. “Get the boy, we're all done of you pining over one another. Ron can get the other boys to crash somewhere else, if you need the dorm.”

“Hermione!”, I gasped, but she was already rushing back to the commentary stand.

“Good luck,” Cho said, and Ginny winked. I glared at them before making my way over to where the Gryffindor boys stood. I saw how Ron said something to Harry, patted his shoulder and flew off.

Harry turned to me, smiling. His hair was even messier than usual due to the wind, and he had put on a black hoodie over his pyjamas. He looked cute and hot at the same time, and I couldn't quite believe that he was supposed to like me back.

“Do you want to – or?”, He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled and he got on his Firebolt, making space in front of him for me.

“Good. I mean –” He cleared his throat as I climbed on his broom. The next second, we were high up in the air, his chest against my back again.

“Okay, guys, game's on again! Go!”, Hermione shouted and waved her wand at the Quaffle, which flew upwards and was caught by Ginny instantly.

“And we're back – Katie passes the Quaffle to Valentina – She flawlessly dodges a Bludger – Back to Peters, almost made it onto the Ravenclaw team – and he scores! SEVENTY TO SIXTY.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back against Harry, watching the game unfold. He propped his chin back onto my right shoulder, like an unspoken routine.

“I think I'm gonna play again next Friday,” I said out of the blue.

“Really?”, He asked, sounding surprised. I smiled. The crowd underneath us cheered.

“Yes. If you save me a place on your broomstick.” I turned to look at him, and he smiled brightly at me. We were as close as earlier, maybe even closer. I held my breath, until I noticed something small and golden buzzing through the air behind Harry, illuminated by one of the fire bulbs.

“There!” I pointed at the Golden Snitch, and Harry's head spun around to assure himself.

“Do you trust me?”, He asked.

“Of course,” I replied. Instantly, his hand was back around my waist and he yanked the Firebolt around.

“ – Seamus throws the Quaffle to Dean – Dean passes Nott – and he scores! NINTHY TO EIGHTY FOR GRYFFINCLAW! And Potter seems to have spotted the Snitch, Draco, Cedric and Cho close behind – Come on, show them what that Firebolt can do!”, Lee's voice roared from somewhere deep down, but my eyes were glued onto the Snitch: It whirred through the ice cold December air and up to the left ring of the Slytherpuff team.

Malfoy had almost caught up to us; even though the Firebolt was the fastest broomstick on the market, it was obviously slower when carrying two people instead of one.

The Snitch twirled around the pole, then dropped down and headed for the floor. Harry followed, and now we where almost vertically flying downwards. Because of the sudden shift of direction, I swore loudly and clenched my hands tighter around the broom.

“I won't let you fall, I promise,” Harry called over air rushing past us.

“I know, but a warning would have been nice!”, I yelled back, and he chuckled.

The weight of two people on one broomstick also meant that we got dragged downwards way faster, which meant we were outdistancing Malfoy. The Golden Snitch took a sharp right turn and now buzzed two meters above the ground to the other side of the pitch.

“You have to catch it!”, Harry yelled.

“WHAT? No, I can't –”

“Yes, you can! I have to steer!” And hold you. But he did not say that. I swore under my breath and carefully loosened one hand from the broomstick, stretching it forward. The Snitch was inches away from my fingertips and I pushed myself up, Harry's grip around my mid tightening. The silver wings touched my fingers, I stretched my arm further and in the same moment my hands clasped around the tiny, golden ball, we fell forward.

“ – And that doesn't look – Oh, Potter and Y/L/N are on the ground. I can't really see, if someone caught the Snitch –”

As one tangled mess, we landed on the frozen lawn, rolling over one another and stopping with Harry half on top of me. My whole body ached and I would definitely get bruises from the fall, but that was something I could worry about later. I caught the Snitch!

“Shit, sorry, fuck. Y/N, are you alright?” Harry's face hovered over me, a bloody scratch on his cheek. I grinned happily and held up the golden ball.

“Yeah, more than alright.”

“Y/N caught the Snitch! TWOHUNDRED AND FORTY TO EIGHTY! Gryffinclaw wins!”, Lee bellowed and the crowd cheered and applauded loudly. Harry held out one hand to help me up, and I took it.

“I'm sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn't hold you any longer and –”

“Shut up.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. My hands found their way into his raven hair, and he hugged my waist, pulling me so tightly his fingers almost touched his own rips with the opposite hand. I kissed him, and he was kissing me back; it felt like someone had lit a firework in my heart, and for one marvellous moment, we were the only two people in the whole wide world.

Then the other players landed on the field, and we broke apart, catching our breaths. We were both grinning, and I felt drunk from the cold night and catching the Snitch and kissing Harry.

The raven haired boy bent down to kiss me once more, this time softer, and he intertwined our fingers before leading us over to our friends, where Ginny flicked a Galleon into Hermione's open hand.

“Took you long enough,” Ron said, who had both his and Harry's broomstick shouldered.

“Well, they got around in the end,” Cho added, leaning against Cedric, his chin propped on her head. “Sleepover at the Ravenclaw dorm?”, She added, and we all nodded in agreement.

While Fred, George and Lee collected the fire bulbs and Quidditch balls, and the house elves cleaned up the dirt with a snap of their fingers, we made our way back to the Hogwarts castle:

Ron alongside Hermione, followed by Seamus and Dean arm-in-arm, Cho with Cedric, one arm around her waist, Ginny carrying a tired Luna on her back, and lastly, Harry and me, holding hands.

“You know, I'm glad I agreed to play with you,” I said. Harry smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” He pressed a kiss on my cheek. In spite of the shivering cold, I had never felt more warm and comfortable than in this moment.

[sunrisefairy]

wow fairy gang, there’s 2k of you?? thank you so much for all the support and love you give me. i really do appreciate it all. in honour of this milestone i’m going to be hosting a writing challenge because i’m a wh*re for reading fics

rules - please read before entering

you don’t have to be following me to participate but it would be nice 

i mainly read for the HP fandom but in saying that i’m open for you to write for other fandoms just let me know who!

any pairing is fine just no incest, underage sex, non-con, self-harm, depression, suicide, ed, sa

no limit on how many prompts and multiple accounts can choose the same prompt 

just send me an ask with the prompts you’d like to use and what pairing so i can keep track

smut is allowed as long as you’re 18+ and please make sure to add the appropriate warnings and tags

deadline is the 12th of September (this is merely a guide, if you need longer totally fine)

tag me in your writing and use #sunrisefairy2k that way i can track them all and repost!

prompts below the cut baby 

general

1) “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” @daisycinema @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor @gryffinclaw-imagines​ @horrorxweasley​

2)  “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-“ “You are literally bleeding.”

3) “Why is there a deer in the room?”

4) “I didn’t know where else to go.” @fatherbarnes​

5) “You’re who they warned me about.” @slytherclaw1978​

6) “You’re a bad liar did you know?” @gryffindors-weasley​​ 

7) “Ha, your dream guy/girl kinda sounds like me.” @daisycinema​​ @laceycallisto​​

angst 

1) “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” @propinquify​ @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor​

2) “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

3) “You broke me.” @slytherclaw1978​

4) “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

5) “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

6) “Would you have said yes?” @propinquify​ @w1segirl​​

fluff

1) “You’re the only think that matters.” @barneswidow​​

2) “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

3) “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” @jillys-feral-fandoms​​ @gryffindors-weasley​ @gryffinclaw-imagines​  

4) “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” @barneswidow​​

5) “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” @gryffindors-weasley​​​ @laceycallisto​ @gryffinclaw-imagines​​​

smut (18+ only)

1)“Aren’t you tasty.” @fatherbarnes​

2) “We’re in public.” “I don’t care.” @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

3) “Believe it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”

4) “Fill me up. Put a baby in me.” @jillys-feral-fandoms​​

5) “Cockdumb? Already?” @wonderfilworld​

6) “Please, I need you! Stop teasing me.”

7) “Ruin me.”

scenarios 

1) Person B being extremely clingy vs person A not being used to physical affection, so their hugs get extremely awkward but wholesome.

2) Person A and B are waiting for a bus in the rain. B hold their umbrella over A’s head. 

3) A takes B to a drive-in movie. Here’s the catch, neither of them have a car. They sit on top of other people’s cars and try not to make too much noise. 

4) A and B have been pining for each other hard. B finally makes a move and A freaks out and shuts them down. They get into a fight and discover why A thinks they can never be together. 

5) A finds B in their hotel corridor after B was kicked out of their room by their friend/partner. @wonderfilworld​

prompts are from these posts x x x x

tagging my sexy moots @babyjordy​ @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ @jillys-feral-fandoms​ @midnightgremlin​ @gxtitobxby​ @chamosmile​ @angeloniaa​ @ssahotchswifemain​ @daisycinema​ @darthwheezely​ @theweasleyslut​ @wonderfilworld​ @horrorxweasley​ @barneswidow​ @nancybycrs​​ @gryffindors-weasley​​ 

[tacitwhisky]

Jonsa Hogwarts AUs

Ravendor and Gryffinclaw [Part1 / Part2] | @zarahjoyce | 1,047 | Sansa doesn't even understand it - except she finds herself going to the Quidditch pitch despite her better judgment. For Arya, she thinks, clasping her hands together and looking outwards, trying to find-- Arya. Arya. Not Jon, Arya.

Heartseeker [Link] | @ofhobbitsandwomen​ | When Sansa sets her sights on becoming the Ravenclaw seeker, Jon is the one to help her practice in secret.

Put a spell on me [Link] | TheEagleGirl | 2,346 | Somewhere along the line, this became less about release and more about him. Or, a Hogwarts au with lots of making out, saving the world from the Dark Lord, and feelings

The Seasons of My Love [Link] | noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth | 48,275 | Months after Ned and Robb are murdered, Sansa returns to Hogwarts for her final year of school. Far from home, she finds she must rely on family friend Jon Snow, now an Auror, to help keep her family together – and perhaps to help solve the mystery of her father and brother’s deaths.

Jonsa Fic Lists  |  Master List  |  Season 6  |  Season 8 Fix-Its (Pt 1 / Pt 2)  |  Jon in the South AUs  |  Kink  |  Flash Fics | Fluff

[heir-of-snakes]

do you take requests and prompts for one shots about tomarry? (i see that you ship them together and was just curious)

This is the ask I’ve been waiting for. 

For starters, to answer your question, I absolutely will take requests and prompts for Tomarry. Only that ship with Harry, though. I may, later on, venture into other ships, but for now, I will only write exclusively for that one with Harry. However, this rule only applies to a ship with Harry.

WITH THAT BEING SAID.

I will also take prompts for any of the four houses. If you’d like to see a Slytherpuff or a Gryffinclaw fanfic or any other combination of two (or more. I don’t judge much), send in a reasonable prompt (or unreasonable. I am a Slytherin, after all), and I’ll do my best to make your vision come to life.

Two, I’d need any tags or specified preferences you’d like such as “Established Relationship”, “Dark Harry”, “Light Tom”, or “Fluff”, and a time frame that you’d like it done by. If you have a specific scenario that you’d like for any of the house ships, that will also need to be specified. 

And try to send in the prompt off of anon so that you can receive a notification when I’ve finished your one shot. Three, send in a length you’d like. “One shot” can be relative to each person so make sure you let me know if you want it to be short or lengthy. 

That’s about it. Thanks for the ask!

[movedcoffee]

The Dance Blues (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

Author Note: Technically everyone asked for this cause Dustin deserved better. He deserved to have a girl say yes though I love Nancy. Just I needed this okay leave me alone. But I hope you guys enjoy let me know what you think! Warning um fluff and totally isn’t based on something I’ve done before.

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(Y/n) huffed slightly watching her group of friends in amusement. The four that arrived were messing around, but (Y/n) didn’t fit in at the moment. The boys were all dressed up and Max atleast tried to look nice for the dance.

Yet here (Y/n) was with just a pair of blue jeans and a comfy sweater on. She didn’t feel in the dance mood, but Will insisted that she go. She didn’t want to go though and for one reason. Dustin Henderson.

The curly haired boy that easily ran away with her heart. She cursed his sweet nature and that innocent smile. He didn’t even know it. He was chasing after Max leaving behind the one friendship that should of mattered, but (Y/n) could never stay mad. Not when it came to him.

“Holy shit what happened to you?”

Confused (Y/n) looked up. Her heart jumped in her throat. Dustin’s once unruly locks were tamed up in a hairdo thar was eerily similar to Steve’s. He huffed slightly, but had a smile plastered across his face as he spoke with the others.

(Y/n) bit her lip as her face heated up. She desperately wanted to go down and hug Dustin. Maybe even ask him to dance, but one look at her attire sent those dreams packing. She wasn’t dressed up. She wasn’t exactly prettied up like any of the other girls. She didn’t spend hours on her hair or on makeup. She was just… Her.

A slow song filled the air, but (Y/n) didn’t notice it at first. That was until she glanced at the group to find them scattered in the winds. Lucas and Will were off dancing. Mike was sitting at a table, but Dustin wasn’t there. (Y/n)’s eyes wandered across the gym until she caught sight of the boy. He was looking around and for the first time in a long time it seemed he was about to cry.

(Y/n)’s throat seemed to close up as she watched Dustin sit down on the bleachers. He was wiping at his eyes and (Y/n)’s heart seemed to throb painfully. She stood up feeling her heart hammering unsteadily.

She made her way down nibbling on the inside of her cheek. She stopped in front of Dustin a worried frown on her face. “Hey Dustin.”

Dustin quickly wiped his face glancing up at (Y/n). “What?”

(Y/n)’s heart ached noticing how red and puffy his eyes were. His bottom lip trembling slightly nearly made her cry with him. She took a deep breath reminding herself that she was doing this for him. So (Y/n) dramatically got on her knees and held a hand out to him. “Will you Dustin Henderson Dance with me?” She asked dramatically.

Dustin blinked in surprise a small chuckle escaping his lips. “(Y/n) your causing a scene.” She didn’t notice, but Dustin’s cheeks were tinting pink. He couldn’t believe what (Y/n) was doing, and it warmed his heart.

(Y/n) found herself chuckling as well. Her face turning red as she grinned up at him. “You haven’t answered Dustin. Don’t let me kneel here all night,” She joked.

Dustin was laughing now. His eyes once again bright like they used to be. “Alright alright. Just get up already!” He stood up and helped (Y/n) onto her feet.

She dusted her pants off and tugged Dustin onto the dance floor. Her face heating up as Will smirked at her when they passed. She stopped in the crowd and turned towards Dustin. She nervously wrapped her arms around his neck. His wrapping around her waist. “I’m sorry,” She mumbled quietly.

Dustin frowned and tilted his head curiously. “Sorry for what?” He asked curiously.

(Y/n)’s eyes fell to the floor. Dustin frowned more noticing how a small frown made it’s way on her face. “That the girls are jerks…. And that the only one willing to dance with you isn’t dressed up.”

Dustin frowned slightly. “What are you talking about?” (Y/n) finally met his eyes seeming hesistant. Dustin just smiled and pulled her a little closer. “I’m obviously the luckiest guy here. You practically proposed,” He teased getting a laugh from her.

(Y/n) found herself studying Dustin for a moment before chuckling slightly. “I guess we’re practically married then.” She couldn’t help but grin as another chuckle escaped Dustin. “By the way have I told you that I’m in love with your hair?”

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Forever Tags: @gryffinclaw-marauder

[ravenerdhogwartsincorrectquotes]

Gryffindor: HOW!?!

Ravenclaw: ?

Gryffindor: ARE YOU-?

Ravenclaw: ??

Gryffindor: SO

Ravenclaw: What?

Gryffindor: CUTE

Ravenclaw: *blushes intensively*

[officialcga]

Slytherin[focused on work when huff burst through the door]: let me guess...attention ?

Hufflepuff: well,since you’re offering...it’s impolite to decline. *sits on thier lap*

[makemyownwonderland-blog]

Gryffinclaw Love

A Luna x fem!Reader short fic requested by @hugafish 

Just cute fluff, slight smutty mention(?), adorable Luna-ness

A Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor seemed like such an odd pairing. One acting on logic and the other acting without thinking but instead following their gut feeling. However, together they complimented each other incredibly well. They shared a common passion for magical creatures that no one else could comprehend.

You stared across the table in the library at the Ravenclaw as her eyes raced over the words on the page in front of her. Her light blonde hair framing her face, the sun shining through the window giving her an ethereal glow. She’s so beautiful. As if she could sense you staring at her she looked up and smiled when she met your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I’m boring you, aren’t I?” she asked.

You shook your head, assuring her that you were not bored. It sounded almost creepy to admit but you loved watching her study; the way her face lit up when she read something particularly interesting, how she lightly bit her lip when she was concentrating, her nose scrunching when she was confused – she was simply gorgeous.

Although, at this moment you wouldn’t mind being the one who was biting that bottom lip. Your thoughts drifted back to the past weekend where the two of you spent hours with your legs entwined, fingers tangled in each other’s hair. You had taken her into Gryffindor tower and pulled the curtains around your bed so the two of you could have privacy. The way her lips moved against yours was exhilarating. It was better than flying. Her breathy moans as you kissed down her neck were better than any music you had ever heard. The feeling of her hands against you made your skin tingle and break out with goosebumps.

“[Y/N]? Are you alright? Are the wrackspurts annoying you again?” Luna brought you out from your thoughts.

“I’m fine,” you muttered and looked down at the table.

“You’re blushing,”

You could hear the smile in her voice. The smile that enchanted you time and time again.

“Let’s go outside,” you finally said.

“Oh, it is quite lovely out,” she mused.

Standing up you grabbed her hand and the two of you walked out of the library. The stares people gave you had become less frequent as they became more accustomed to your affiliation with the eccentric girl. Not that the stares ever bothered her before, but they had made you a little insecure. It wasn’t that you cared what people thought about your relationship, but people looking at you had always made you a little uneasy. Now you proudly walked through the corridors hand-in-hand with your girlfriend, the girl you adored more than anything.

You soon found yourselves laying on the grass, underneath a tree by the Black Lake, still holding hands. The two of you were pointing out clouds that looked like animals and enjoying the spring sunshine. Not being able to control yourself you leaned over and kissed her. When you pulled away you couldn’t help but smile, how did you get so lucky?

[ao3feed-namkook]

Namkook Gryffinclaw Hogwarts AU

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HooL81

by MyCrystalCastle

Ravenclaw chaser Jungkook develops a crush on the smart and brave Gryffindor Namjoon.

[still searching for a title]

Words: 2276, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Namkook - Relationship

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Gryffinclaw relationship, bts hogwarts au, smart nerdy Joonie, sporty good at everything Jungkook, joonie loves crabs, Ravenclaw chaser Jungkook

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HooL81