#harry love actually

[marvel-snape-writes]

Looking for something, Harry….? 👀🫢

HERE IS THE BAD HARRY / LOVE ACTUALLY SMUT SNIPPET I PROMISED 🫣⬇️

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Oh he’s soooooooooo fucking touch starved and desperate… I’ve been half tempted to write him embarrassing himself with premature ejaculation for his first time being a sleazy love rat, but perhaps a grown man his age can just about control himself 💀

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the snippets/final one shot! 😇

@smilingformoney @bayleebubble @ella-anna1 @warmpeachesandpears @dailyalanrickman @viviandarkbloom11 @charlottepriestly @dracolilhoe @creatureofthenight23 @fallingfor-fics

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 14!

prompt: Icy Roads

warnings: car crash (into a snow drift), talking on the phone while driving, swearing, mention of blood

“How much longer are you going to be?” I sighed as I got myself into the car.

“I’m getting in the car now. I saw the news report about icy roads so I’m going to go slow. Stay on the line with me?” I gripped the wheel tightly as I pulled out of the parking lot. I hadn’t heard anything about salt trucks being able to get out but knowing the city they wouldn’t be out until after rush hour.

“Course.” Harry answered. “Salt trucks haven’t gotten out yet.” I mentally rolled my eyes and slowed to a stop at a red light.

“Figures.” I sighed.

“I know you’re nervous.” Harry’s voice was sympathetic.

“I grew up around snow, that doesn’t bother me. I always had four wheel drive. But these extreme back and forths drive me nuts. Icy roads have become the bane of my existence.” Harry chuckled at my little rant. The further away from the office I got, the worse the roads got.

“I know dear. How are the roads?” I slowed down and put on my hazard lights as the roads started to look clear of snow.

“Snow wise it doesn’t look too bad. But it’s hard to tell about ice.” I explained cautiously. “If I go quiet I’m concentrating.”

“Of course. Be careful.” I breathed out slowly and maneuvered across the road.

“Alright I think I’m clear.” I breathed a sigh of relief just as the wheels of the car hit a patch of ice. “Shit!” I cried out. I applied pressure to the breaks and turned the wheel away from oncoming traffic.

“(Y/N)?!” Harry was understandably nervous. I cried out as the car left the road and hit the grass. “(Y/N)! Talk to me!” The car hit a snow drift and stopped. My head hit the steering wheel with the force of the stop and when I sat back, I could feel the warmth of blood slide down my forehead.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned out. Putting a hand to my head, I hissed when I made contact with the cut. Opening the center console and pulled out a napkin. “I’m here Harry. I crashed the car though.” I pressed the napkin to my head despite the pain.

“I don’t care about the car. How are you? Are you hurt?” His voice was frantic and I could tell he was trying to get someone to call an ambulance for me.

“I have a cut on my head from hitting the snow bank.” I leaned my head back. “Other than that I’m ok.”

“Sarah called an ambulance and a tow. They should be there soon.” His voice started to even out once he knew I was alright. “Don’t worry about the car. We can get it fixed or buy a new one.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“Sounds good. Meet me at the hospital?” I asked, seeing the flashing lights appear on the road. I carefully got out of the car, phone in hand and napkin still pressed to my head.

“Yeah. I love you.” Harry was moving around, probably getting ready to go.

“Love you too. See you soon.”

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[goncharov-propaganda-factory]

[chocoramo-cow]

Imo Snape was his list attractive character (not that Alan could ever be ugly lol but like personality wise? Harry was the ugliest character he ever played. The Joni fucking Mitchell cd haunts me.)

HOW TO ROCK A CAPE                     by Alan Rickman

SEVERUS SNAPE

SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM 

FRANZ MESMER

SEVERUS SNAPE

No one does it better.

[machinerot]

[ynnu-64]

A lil mental breakdown

[marvel-snape-writes]

Hear me out, I have an idea… 🫣

To write about a sleazy, emotionally constipated, older man having an affair is one of my favourite things to write about ever. Naturally, for that reason, Alan’s character, Harry, in Love Actually has always been my favourite character in the film. As I mentioned in a previous post, every now and again I get the STRONGEST urge to write some smutty drabble about Harry finally giving in and being unfaithful to his wife — (which I would like to reinstate I know as a collective that we all hate the fact that he breaks Emma Thompson’s heart, I just like writing sleazy smut😬🤣). I never expected anyone to even be interested in reading such a niche fanfic storyline, so I was pleasantly surprised to find out that some people would! Because of this, I have decided to create something that will consist of several one-shots that will all be under the main title name of ‘Bad Harry’, just like he signs his Christmas present… to his wife. 🫣 Each one-shot will just be a different take on how he and another original female character go about their little affair and the close calls they may have in the midst of it all – and will be under the picture above and hashtag of ‘Bad Harry’. It is set after Mia, so she may be mentioned in passing, but the name I have decided to give the original female character is ‘Arabella’. Each ‘chapter’ so to speak won’t necessarily follow on from one another, but the first one I publish will be the beginning of their affair. Like the film, it’s going to be set around Christmas, so I may not post this until later in the year… although, I’m currently a fair way into writing the first one-shot and it is getting rather hot 😮‍💨 I guess what I’m trying to gauge is whether anyone would be interested in reading this little ongoing thing? 👀

If anyone’s interested, I can also post a snippet of what I’ve written so far for ‘the beginning’ of their affair, or I can keep it a complete surprise…

If you would like to be tagged in each published one-shot, please let me know! Please also feel free to let your wildest Harry/Alan fantasies come to life and send me any requests for any situations you’d like me to write about between the two of them - make it as smutty, sneaky, reckless, or daring as you like! 🫶

Here’s a little reminder of the sleazy boss in action 🤭 thank you to whoever created these gifs, let me know if they’re yours! 😁♥️

(Also, please don’t think I won’t be continuing with my Snape one-shots and requests, they are still very much being written and open as the number one priority!)

[courfee]

...but that's not how the story goes

[turn on the audio for the full experience] / photo version

[ultravioletbrit]

“insane” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 252 words

Regulus is leaning on the railing of the Astronomy Tower waiting for James.

“Hi, love.” He hears James say. He turns around but no one’s there.

“James, come out.” Regulus tells him, assuming he’s under the cloak.

“Psst.” Regulus hears behind him and he turns back to the railing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Regulus asks with wide eyes.

There, on the other side of the railing, is his boyfriend hanging upside down from his broom, only holding on by his ankles and smiling like an idiot.

“Kiss.” Is the only thing James says.

“Kiss? Are you insane?! Get in here!”

“Kiss first.” James tells him and flies right in front of Regulus, still hanging upside down.

Regulus rolls his eyes but puts his hands on James’ cheeks and pushes up on his toes to kiss him.

“Now get in here.” Regulus says again.

James flips right side up then flies into the tower and hops off his broom.

“What were you doing?” Regulus walks over to James.

“It’s called a spider kiss.” James tells him as he wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist.

“A spider kiss?” Regulus raises an eyebrow.  

“Yeah, or something like that. I saw it in one of Remus’ comic thingies and wanted to try it.” James smiles and Regulus rolls his eyes again.

“Can I at least get a regular kiss now?” Regulus asks and James leans in to kiss him. When they break apart Regulus tells him, “I’m taking those comic thingies away from him before you break your neck.”   

[777heavengirl]

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sirius black x reader (no longer just a one shot :3 ) ! warnings: the good kind of yearning.., friends to roommates to ?lovers?, bittersweetie, no war!au words count: 2,549 masterlist

a/n: might make a series of little blurbs as a continuation... undecided so lmk what u think!!!

Being friends with Sirius Black was the worst idea you could've ever had. It was hell. He was charming, awfully so. Flirty and caring with his friends in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat. He was the type of friend with no physical boundaries, his legs often thrown over yours, his arms often over your shoulders, lips whispering jokes into your ear.

It was an even worse idea to agree to move in with him after you graduated. James had gone off with Lily and Remus and Peter decided to split an apartment. Sirius, naturally, found one in the same building and dropped the twin key in your hand on graduation day, a wicked smile on his face. He hadn't even properly asked you. He had assumed, well he hoped, that you'd accept no matter what. He knew you had no other plans, no other place to go. He knew you'd love to because he knew you. Because he was your best friend.

So he didn't ask. The small silver dog keychain attached to the key was enough for you. 

The answer was always going to be yes. 

Living with Sirius meant a lot of things. It meant an abnormal amount of blankets and cushions thrown about, it meant the ever-growing collection of pictures framed on your walls or merely pasted on if Sirius had his way. Ever since Lily gifted him a muggle camera for graduation, he hadn't stopped taking pictures. Of your friends, of you in the kitchen or on your couch, your first night in the apartment he took pictures of your every move. He titled them all, in the back or on the bottom of it.

Darling brushing her teeth, 1st night in #717. You smiled through your toothbrush, shirt askew, with pajama pants that did not match in the slightest.

Doll’s first tea in #717 You couldn't see your face in this one, it was a closer shot of your hands around the teacup Lily bought you fifth year, the delicate flower pattern on the hard porcelain contrasting against the soft of your skin.

He titled them all, with his cursive loops and cloying nicknames. He’d even owl copies of them to your mom— why they even communicated was beyond you— you’d then have to repeatedly remind her, when your parents phoned, that 717 was your apartment number, and no mom I am not dating Sirius, yes I know he’s a wonderful guy, yes I’ll tell him you said hello. His photography habit had gotten so bad he even took pictures of the ladybug that seemed to live in the leaves of the small English Lavander that sat on your windowsill.

 Living with Sirius meant putting up with his tendency to ignore the fact that you needed to get a job, in fact, he'd drag you everywhere with him to avoid you even applying, his hand intertwined with yours, warm palms pressed against one another. He did it all the time, holding your hand, pressing a kiss against your temple when he insisted on getting into the crowded muggle metro more often than not, your bodies pressed together as he held you when the tube moved. Every time you complained, that he was holding you hostage, that at this pace you'd never find a job, he'd ask, with his head cocked to the side "Why do you have to get a job anyway? It's not like we need it"

"Sirius I need to make money," the tube shook the two of you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you to pull you closer as the other one maintained a white-knuckled grip on the bar above. "How am I going to afford anything? It’s been two years my savings are gone-"

"You don't need it though," his words were low on your ear, and carefree as if they didn't hold any importance. "I have more than enough to maintain us— for anything you might want" Your face heated, and you looked down hiding the surprise that you prayed he wouldn't see.

"I can't just bum off of you," your words were a timid mumble, and he barely heard you over the intercom announcing the station, if it wasn't because he had been tilted down close to your face, he might've not heard you at all. 

"You're not bumming off of me love, I want to take care of you, yea?" he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair, and you didn't refute. Not for now. Because in moments like these, when he acted like it was the most obvious answer in the world and didn't seem to give it a second thought, you could feel the words claw at your throat from the inside. A confession poisoning you from the inside out. 

But then he'd look at you.

With his gray eyes, the steel cool of them making your lungs expand wider than you thought possible and your heart beat out of your chest. So you'd decide, every time, that it wasn't the right moment. There was never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you were in love with him though. And through his piercing gaze, you thought he could see you using everything within you to hold back. 

You guessed it could be worse.

Being in love with Sirius Black was actually the worst thing to ever happen to you. It got even worse when you moved in together. Waking up to his shirtless self making you coffee the way you liked it, his head disheveled and unruly from bed but somehow just as gorgeous as when he had it fresh and styled, his long dark locks looking nothing short of heavenly in either form. It was the intimacy really— the domesticity of it all— that screwed you. Eating your eggs and toast over the soft tunes of his music, going to the market together, his fingers eventually finding yours as his other hand carried the shopping. His laundry mixed in with yours, falling asleep on the couch together, old muggle movies playing on the TV he bought four months after moving in. You still didn't have a stand for it, it sat on two boxes full of books. Neither of you minded, there was no rush after all. But then you thought of his unpacked bags and the singular box of belongings, it had been a bit more than two years since you moved in. Two years since you started the routine of getting dragged everywhere he went, spending your days lounging around with Sirius like nothing else mattered. But his trunk still housed half his belongings. His walls had a couple of pictures he had sellotaped on, and the large David Bowie poster he had bought the summer after sixth year, yet his clothes would go in and out of his trunk, and his closet sat mostly empty save the lone leather jacket he insisted on hanging. 

The thought of his lack of settling made your tummy twist in discomfort. 

But, again, you guessed it could be worse. Godric forbid you ever confess.

He'd be walking out the door with his bags.

You decided you'd be okay with letting it all rot inside of you. You didn't want to be too forward or rush into things when you, practically, knew he didn't feel the same. So you savored it, with everything you had in you. The stolen touches and even more stolen glances. The kiss he pressed against your cheek when he'd say goodbye, apparating away to go drink the night away with the rest of the marauders, James escaping from his soon-to-be father duties for a few hours. Sirius would press a kiss to your flushed cheeks when you'd go out with Lily as well, a small stay safe love, escaping his lips right before you slipped out the door.

"Tell him how I feel? Is pregnancy melting your brain, Lily?" You almost spit out your sweet cocktail. Lily flicked your forehead. 

"My brain is perfectly fine thank you very much," She huffed, the corners of her lips aching to break into a smile as she rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"You two are practically together, you live together for Godric's sake" Marlene scoffed over her beer,

"Not to mention the shared bank account-" you slapped your forehead as Dorcas let the fact that he'd been basically spoiling you for a year slip, "And I've seen the way he looks at you sweets-" Dorcas's words were slurred by the alcohol in her system, and her head resting against Marlene's shoulder. "You don't look at someone that way unless you're in love with them"

Lily almost spit out her juice as she turned to you with wide eyes. "You got a shared vault now? James and I didn't even do that yet-"

You shook your head, "No no, crap Cas-" you took a shaky breath, as Marlene shook her head in disappointment and groaned out a small You're impossible. "He just keeps paying for things, and he won't let me get a job- honest, I've tried but he keeps planning things and I just never have any time-"

"So is he holding you captive or- I just don't see why you can't get a job" The three girls looked at you, incredulous looks on their faces as you struggled to explain.

"He just keeps saying to not worry-" You hid behind your hands now, embarrassment crawling up your neck. "I don't know- It's complete rubbish, he's insistent on the fact that he wants to take care of me" The girls let out a collective 'aww', all screaming eagerly over each other

"I should've kept it all to myself" you mumbled as you raised your now-empty glass at your waitress, the older woman shooting you a nod as she went to bring you another one. The girls booed at you, 

"Now that'd be no fun would it?" Lily shoved your shoulder playfully, Marlene and Dorcas giggling in agreement. 

Tell him how you feel.

The thought bounced in your head as you trudged up to your apartment. Fumbling with the keys as you tried to steady yourself. But you didn't need to, as Sirius opened the door. His shirt missing and his burgundy red pajama pants sat loosely at his hips, but you knew he hadn't slept yet. Otherwise, you would've been able to tell— his hair would be a mess, as he tended to bury his head between his pillows, blocking the world away while he slept.

"I could hear you fumbling your keys from down the hall doll" you giggled as you entered, your body instinctively falling into his for a hug. He couldn't help but laugh either, your cheek pressed against his chest as you mumbled out a thank you. The couple of drinks you had made you feel more than loose, giggly and you couldn't help but let the words slip from your lips.

"I love you, terribly so" you'd probably regret such a statement in the morning.

"I love you too darling" you groaned out a no as you peeled yourself off, it poured out of you instinctively. You threw yourself on the soft couch James's parents had given the two of you. We're throwing it out anyway lovies you keep it. You were sure, by Euphemia's playful glint, that this wasn't quite the case. But you appreciated it, the plush sofa softening your intentional fall. Sirius laughed as he approached the couch, crouching next to where your face was smushed into the smooth material of the sofa. His fingers moved the hair away from your face, his eyes locking in with yours as his lips split into a lazy smile.

"Knew you'd make fun of me," You mumbled and his lips twisted into an exaggerated pout now, repressing the need to laugh and you buried your face into the cushions with another groan. 

He would've been lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a beat, a flicker of hope that maybe, you felt as he did. Maybe your heart ran quicker when he held your hand, maybe the goodnight kisses you pressed against his cheek, against his forehead meant more, maybe the smile you had given him when he presented you with the key to your shared apartment, the smile that made him feel as if he was staring straight into the sun, meant something more. 

But for now, that would have to wait.

As he got you up and into the bathroom, wiping your makeup off with a damp cloth, you gave a mumbled slurred summary of your night. He made you close your eyes as he wiped away the mascara, and you listed the vague number of drinks you'd had— plus the drinks you had to make up for Lily’s inability to drink right now, Marlene’s idea of course. His fingers curled around your chin as he moved your face, and at any other moment, you would've been positively frazzled. But as you spoke of the shaky walk home after Marlene dropped you off down the street, you could only revel in his touch as he hummed along and got you ready for bed. The stubborn lipstick made his cheeks flush as he wiped at your lips repeatedly, making them look plump and if he hadn't had the ounce of self-control he still vaguely maintained he would've kissed you right there and then. But it just wasn't the time for it, there's never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate you're in love with them, is there?

Stumbling around the room with you, the pajamas he managed to get over your form as he tried not to look at you in your underwear— not that you cared at the minute— it all made his heart swell. A stolen moment for him to think on later, the small giggles that escaped your face, or the innocent clutch you had on his hand. You ran your fingers down the features of his face as he helped you lay down. He tucked you into your bed with a kiss on your cheek and a giggle erupting from your chest.

His heart ached with longing but he guessed it could be worse. 

You could've said no to living with him. 

You gave him a faux pout, and he mirrored it. 

"What is it lovely?" 

"Missed you tonight-" he could feel the crimson intensify in his cheeks at your words, but he ignored the flush and moved a stray hair away from your face. 

"I missed you too love, next time let's go together yeah?" You hummed in agreement, a small love you slipping past right as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep covering you like a blanket.

"I fear I might be in love with you doll," he sighed, yet you didn't answer to his whispered confession. Your chest rose and fell steadily. Part of him was glad, the thought of your reaction to his feelings chilling him to the core. It could be worse, he thought. 

Yes, he'd rather have this than nothing at all. Godric forbid he ever confesses.

You'd be walking out the door with your bags.

[soraya-snape]

I know Cedric just died and Draco was dying but something about Sev in these two scenes just made me forget everything and everyone around me.

[ecstarry]

"The Horse" a microfic based on once again, a not easy prompt by @sixlane and supported by @velanavis

“You named the horse?” Regulus questioned.

“Of course! He deserves a name!” James assured him.

“James,” Regulus scowled.

“What?”

“He’s a non-living thing.”

James gasped and quickly covered the horse’s ears. “You take that back right now!”

“Baby, it’s a stuffed animal,” Regulus said, taking the toy from James’ hands.

With a frown, James snatched it back. “I never say anything about Whiskers.”

“That’s because he’s an actual, living, breathing animal.” Regulus loved James’ heart, he really did, but he also knew James was stubborn. This wasn’t about the toy; it was about the ‘principle,’ as James had put it.

He acted annoyed, but Regulus cherished every moment with James—even the ridiculous ones.

“Okay, but Patitas has feelings,” James pouted, stroking the back of the toy horse.

“And how will you feel when Patitas leaves our home because it—”

“He, not it,” James interrupted.

Regulus sighed, “—because he is actually a gift for Luna.”

“That’s fine; I’ll visit him when Harry goes on playdates,” James replied proudly.

Regulus nodded, sliding closer to James. “You’re absurd, you know that?”

“Yes, I do. Now, will you give me a kiss?”

Regulus closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss James, only to be met with the soft fur of the stuffed animal against his lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but James quickly set the toy aside and pulled Regulus close to kiss him.

“I love you,” James whispered.

“I love you too.” Regulus picked up the toy. “Now, let’s go. We’re late.”

[moonlightdancer26]

I feel like no one ever talks about the fact that Snape canonically has a cute nickname, like he is literally called “Sev” by his best friend. We don’t even need to come up with our own nicknames for him in fanfics because it’s already canon. He got called Sev for at least 6-7 years of his life by his best friend, how cute is that??

[daddiesdrarryy]

*The Forbidden Forest, 1992*

Draco: It sure is dark in here. And quiet. Not that I’m scared or anything, Potter

Draco: I mean, who’s scared of the dark these days? Not me. Not Draco Malfoy. Absolutely not. That’d be ridiculous!

Harry: Do you want me to hold your hand, Malfoy?

Draco: Yes, please