#hc; harrypotter

[annabellelupin]

regulus black needs to be claimed by the asexuals and the aromantics (and those that fall under that umbrella). if you're aro or acespec, like to claim regulus as a fellow aspec (and if you're alloallo but still think he's aspec make sure to like too)

[burstbubbbles]

forever sad that jk r*wling never gave draco malfoy a proper redemption arc. just think of the possibilities, particularly in the fifth book onwards, when shit with voldy starts turning serious.

give me a malfoy who begrudgingly helps DA sneak past umbridge, purely out of spite for his father. a malfoy who can't seem to stay out of the dark but tries, and tries, and tries and is seen. especially by harry. give me a sixth hp book where harry is spying on malfoy; but not because he thinks he's an evil death eater. because harry's concerned that malfoy doesn't seem like the same guy he was before the summer. make harry saving him from the fire in the room of requirement meaningful.

y'know?

make it meaningful.

[moonbean11]

i feel like the reason pandora was such good friends with dorcas and regulus is that she was so good at reading people and knowing what they needed and with dorcas and regulus who hadn’t always been so open and forward it meant they didn’t need to say anything to feel understood

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

Masterlist

author's note: a list of all of my headcanons

PJO related:

HOO crew HCS

Percy Jackson:

Poseidons children, blood bending

Percy + dehydration, thoughts

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Missing Reader x Platonic Percy

Percy NSFW x virgin reader

Percy Jackson NSFW P1

Percy Jackson NSFW P2

Percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying

Percy kissing HCS

Hot things Percy Jackson does

Endearing things Percy does

Percy Jackson Icks

Percy Jackson x Child of Hades (SFW + NSFW)

poly!relationship percy and jason with you

Dating the daughter of hades

Dating a daughter of Apollo

Percy Jackson is very alluring

Percy Jackson makes his crush laugh

Percy Jackson is the type of guy…

What Percy would be like in bed

polluted water in NYC and Percy

dark! percy analysis + headcanons

Percy giggles

Percys kink

Percy driving

Percy dealing with conflict as the result of his trauma

Jason Grace:

Jason coming home from quest (HOO) x jealous female!reader

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Jason NSFW thoughts

Jason Grace x general dating hcs

poly!relationsip percy and jason with you

Dating child of hecate

Jason eats raw meat

Gods/Goddesses:

Thanatos x Daughter of Hades

Teen Ares thoughts hc

children of poseidon can control blood if their parents suffer from blood disease

ares gets emotional after wars

trials of apollo, GodTube

ares and athena contrasts

ares headcanons

children of ares are mature with handling conflicts

children of mars and ares

frank zhang and ares/mars arguing in his head

underestimating children of ares

thoughts ares with his fire eyes

ares headcanons

others:

Luke Castellan as your boyfriend

Nico di Angelo flinches when he hears sirens

Drabbles/Thoughts:

percy has a staring problem

cabin 5 headcanons

percy is pretty scary when he's angry

percy in love

percy jackson dehydration

ares kids hit themselves with a brush

children of ares, poseidon and aphrodite appearances hc

avatar zuko + hes a child of ares

harrypotter and pjo crossover

children of ares hcs

when a child of ares speaks, everyone will hear them

underestimating children of ares (yes, i know i put it twice)

[the-marauders-are-in-the-place]

Fav tiktok

Evan

Weasley

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳headcanon: sleeping with fred

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he's the big spoon, for obvious reasons

you sleep in a position so that your head rests on his chest and your body curls into his

his arms are always around you

fred can't sleep well without you, you have to be close to him or he'll worry

you've always got a big heap of blankets and quilts on you like a burrito because he doesn't want you to catch a cold

sometimes he'll stay up just watching you sleep

he'll admire the way you look so adorable with the ever-so rare peaceful expression on your face

"freddie?"

"yes, love?"

"go to sleep."

"i will. you just look so beautiful."

he loves it when you're drowsy, because if you're outside, you'll practically depend on him to move and he loves taking care of you

if you're inside you'll ask for the usual cuddles and how can he not say yes to those eyes?

many a time you'll play with his hair, and he'll try so hard not to fall asleep, but he'll just whisper 'i love you' in a sleepy voice and doze off

he looks as pretty as he always does. his eyelashes are as long as you wish yours were. his hair is messy and still bright even though it's dark out. his lips are parted, and cute breaths are puffing out of them

you trace over his face lightly, over each and every one of his freckles, smiling.

but he's a restless sleeper. it kinda seems like any second now, his eyes will snap open and he'll start laughing

he'll randomly wake up in the middle of the night and look over at you, and smile or sigh in relief that you're still here and you love him just as much as he loves you

when you wake before he does, which is rarely, and get up to make breakfast, he'll immediately wake up and pull you back into bed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

"freddie, i'm hungry!"

he chuckles half-asleep, "stay here, i'll be lonely."

his morning voice is rough and even deeper than it is usually

"nah."

"i'll cook for you later. please?"

"nah. you stay though, you need more sleep!"

"'m not handsome enough, hey?"

"no, you're waking at an ungodly hour, freddie! and you always sleep so late! i love you and as part of loving you i order you to continue sleeping. you work too hard. i love you more for it, but still too hard."

it was true, he got a maximum of 5 hours of sleep a day. just because he was always up late working on something on the mahogany table that sat in your room for the shop, and always rose early to make breakfast for both of you.

"...you have a point. but i wanna be with you!"

"i'll slip into bed later, okay?"

"no! now!"

"i'll be quick!"

you gobble down some cereal, putting some fancy toast that fred likes out with a heating charm

you creep into the room, where, sure enough, he's sleeping

"you're back," he says drowsily, "come 'ere."

he cuddles you in his arms, sighing contentedly as your hands play with his hair

the man loves touching you, always, he's got to be close to you in some sort of way

if he comes home and you're sleeping on the couch, the forgotten television show you're watching blasting out music, he'll shut off the tv (duh) and wakes you up with kisses along your face just because he enjoys the way you react, which is:

"mmph, wha?"

and you blush and try to hide it and his heart goes absolutely crazy at the sight of it.

he likes having random conversations about anything and everything whilst you lie side to side with him, his hands tracing yours.

"what are your thoughts on tattoos?"

"i dunno, they're good if they're done well? why? you thinking 'bout getting one?"

"maybe."

"whoa."

"would you still like me if i got a tattoo?"

"depends on where and what."

"a hungarian horntail on my face."

"hot."

"really?"

"no. it'll ruin your features."

"oh? features?"

you absentmindedly nod, "yeah, your cute freckles and your nose and your eyelashes and your- what am i even doing? you know i think you're absolutely handsome, beautiful, whatever you like, you're awesome. you'd probably even look good with a stupid picture on your face, no fair."

you look over at him. he's blushing a very very bright red. when he see's that you've seen, he buries his face into your hair.

"aww, is lil freddie boy shy??" you mock him.

"no i'm not!"

"so what tattoo are you gonna get?"

"something with my siblings and something else too."

"where?"

"i dunno, on my chest or my arm?"

"oooh okay, can i come and watch?"

"you sure you can handle shirtless me?"

"y-yeah?"

"then i'll get both on my chest then."

"okay!"

sure enough, he gets an 'IV' and a 'G' on his torso

but i feel like he's the guy to want to go to the gym and make a habit out of it, because he was so lanky in his schoolboy years (fredlives!au) and he always goes late at night with a muggle friend.

and when he comes home from the gym after taking a shower there he just sees you singing in an off-tune voice to music as you wash the dishes, dinner prepared for him

even though you're absolutely horrible at cooking, you've got a few dishes mastered without burning the house down and you always decorate your dishes with the basil molly sends you

and he falls in love with you all over again

[sunnysmilezz]

hufflepuff headcanons pt 1 🦡🍯✨

common room headcanons

- the hufflepuff common room is really warm all the time, throughout summer and winter (a comfortable warmth- not really humidity)

- lots of windows in the common room as well! tons of sunlight streaming in

- a lot in the room is made from wood, giving it a homey vibe

- often smells fresh/clean with a flower scent! fragrance can change depending upon season

- lots of it is really based upon comfort, and has a very relaxed vibe to it

-skincare!! sm skincare. the bathrooms are literally some of the best part of the common room. so relaxed, spa like vibe. it has things from creams to shower scrubs, lotions, fragrances, everything.

-the mirrors in the bathroom are enchanted to show a nice message to anyone who gazes upon themselves

-every holiday they celebrate! everyone gets into the spirit and often spend hours in each others company.

- the. creativity. so many arts and crafts in this house! often you can find someone making something and they are more than willing to let you join in!

-nights in the hufflepuff common room are so relaxing. the windows are enchanted just like the great hall, so you can see directly what the night sky mirrors from the dungeon. often very quiet and lowkey, with soft voices and the crackle of fire the only thing to be heard

-there’s no doubt hufflepuff loves animals. and pets. the amount of clever and cute pet things in the room! enchanted bowls that refill, small tucked away beds, anything you can think of! often the pets get to roam the room freely so you bet you’ll be seeing lots of animals.

-they also love plants! plants everywhere, including the greenhouse attached onto it! there’s too many to count. ferns, flowers, you name it, they have it!

-fairy lights everywhere. that’s it.

-a wall dedicated to pictures of the house members and all achievements! anyone can add to it; the wall is full from the extensive activities of the puffs.

-another wall with a bulletin board! it’s almost a schedule, hufflepuffs are very neat. love planning. small photos, doodles, or messages could be pinned to the board as well.

-need help w classwork? a majority of the puffs prefer to be in the common room over the dorms so it’s not hard to find help! literally the sweetest and will explain till you understand

-food. everywhere- they know the way to the kitchen like the back of their palm. often parties held in the dorm have the best foods, curtesy to the chefs ofc

-vintage decorations everywhere- always has an adorable old timey vibe.

[ravenclawtower2911]

Not sure if anyone has mentioned this before, but I have a little headcanon about the pure blood kids in the Harry Potter universe

In philosopher’s stone, during the flying lesson scene, Pansy speaks to Parvati as if they know each other. I’m pretty sure the flying lesson takes place early on in the term, and the Gryffindor only really interact with the Slytherins during potions class, so Pansy wouldn’t know Parvati all that well

And then I thought what if Pansy and the Patil twins grew up in the same town, and since they were both part of wizard families, they probably knew each other.

This had me thinking, a lot of the pure blood children probably knew each other. Draco probably had met Crabbe and Goyle before their first journey to Hogwarts, as their dads were all death eaters. This has me thinking that all of the sacred twenty eight families kids know each other, especially if they are from the pure blood maniac families. One could assume the entire class of Slytherins in Harry’s year knew or had heard of each other before Hogwarts, relative to how close they lived to each other, with the exception of Blaise, I suppose, as Zabini isn’t part of the sacred twenty eight.

Since the Weasleys live outside Ottery St. Catchpole, it’s likely that their family had met up with the Diggorys before, so my headcanon is that Fred and George grew up with Cedric and were kinda friends, same with the Fawcett family and their daughter who is mentioned a few times in the books. We know wizard kids are homeschooled before hogwarts but I like to think that if a town had a bunch of wizard families, all their kids would go to one secret little wizard elementary school where they learn to read, write, math etc

[thatslikely]

Frosting On Your Nose - R.W.

Frosting On Your Nose- Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: marriage (to Ron), mentions of having a kid, food.

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: this has been an idea of mine forver, here it is. writing for ron is actually kinda fun! i’ve been feeling really bad about my writing lately, so I’m glad at least to churn something out. also I renamed Ron’s son because Hugo is not it

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“I can’t believe our Benny’s already turning one year old! Feels like he was born just yesterday, doesn’t it, love?” Ron asked you from across the messy, crumb-coated kitchen, his chiseled hands steadily whisking a muckle of creamy, vanilla frosting in a bowl. 

“Time really does fly when you’re having fun, I suppose,” you replied while carefully selecting a fistful of small food dye vials of various shades of the rainbow. The blank, white frosting will soon brilliantly decorate the rich chocolate cake cooling on the windowsill, basking in the sun’s lazy, late-afternoon rays.

Silence soon rose into the bright, cozy room like the soothing morning tide of the sea, calm and comfortable. Ron continued to rhythmically stir the batch of uncolored frosting while you had moved on to preparing various crystalline piping bags, selectively choosing each fine metal tip.

Inexorably, Ron soon removed the metal whisk from the bowl, long, red tongue out and ready to kitten-lick some of the deliciously sweet frosting off the whisk’s wired loops. “Ronnie, you better not be eating any of that frosting! It’s for Benny’s cake, remember,” you smoothly reminded the sweet-toothed redhead opposite you, not even needing to gaze at him to know what he had planned.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Ron denied innocently, placing the whisk back into the bowl inconspicuously. You ambled over to the tall ginger for a quick progress check, pleased to see that the frosting was now mixed to perfection, its texture silky smooth and ready for piping. You swiped your finger on the rim of the bowl, accumulating a dollop of the fluffy cream, before nonchalantly sticking it into your mouth with a pop. “Hey! You can have frosting, but I can’t, huh? That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, Ronnie-kins. But I’ll let you have all the leftovers after the cake is done, deal?”

“Fine,” - he grumbled - “deal. Now what colours are we gonna frost this mouth-watering cake?” 

Countless rough sketches and outlines of adorable cakes filled the smudged papers of your notebook, the same one you doodled in since your Hogwarts days. You gingerly handed Ron the dog-eared bundle of bound papers, pointing at your favorite sketches and concepts, most of which included bright colours and childish smiley faces galore. The final design of the soon-to-be Benny’s first birthday cake was circular and slathered in white frosting, dotted with yellow and orange suns wearing wide-mouthed grins, which popped against frosted sky-blue ribbons. Little spherical sprinkles added miniature bursts of colour to the central letters of the cake which read, “Happy First Birthday Benny!” in flawless, fluid cursive writing.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had such a knack for drawing, sweetheart. Benny’s cake’ll look amazing, as long as you’re the one doing all those tiny details.” 

“You’re not that bad at sketching yourself. We’ll pipe it together, but I’ll be sure to do the lettering. Don’t think I didn’t see your awful handwriting back on all your old Divination homework.”

“It was only that bad because I hated the class! It always smelled like old-lady perfume and Trelawney was a nutter!” 

“She was better than Snape, at least.”

Ron gave you a concurring nod, his unkempt mop of ginger hair fluffing up and down with the movement. You suppressed a giggle at his charming, goofy grin you’d come to love before squeezing droplets of brilliantly-coloured food dye into the small basins of peaked, milky-white frosting. 

Ron gently clamped his large, vermillion-freckled hand over yours’, guiding your wrist in circular stirring motions to tint the heaps of icing. Ron’s chin rested on the crown of your head, his warm breath blowing strands of your hair to obscure your gorgeous, light-catching eyes. You paid no attention to the falling tresses of hair, instead you absorbed the familiar sensation of being held in Ron’s delicate arms; the knits and stitches of his homemade maroon sweater caressed your skin. 

Once the pigmented frosting was tightly wrapped in the metal-tipped piping bags, you daubed a thin crumb-coat onto the layered cake. When the coat had settled, cementing the loose specks of brown to the sponge, you smoothed on another layer of frosting, this time making it a silky, uncreased layer.

Soon enough, Ron was concentratedly piping an (uneven) border of blue around the base of the cake. Even though his strokes of frosting were messy, you admired his effort. His effort that was made quite prominent by the tip of his tongue poking out from his soft lips in focus, his minimally-blinking blue eyes glued to the slowly revolving cake.

“Honey, you did a splendid job. I’m so proud of you.” You pulled in a triumphant Ron for a tight, loving hug, twirling your fingers through his messy ginger hair. You were quick to notice little ivory specks of frosting was strewn through his fluffy locks. “How’d you manage to get frosting in your hair, silly?”

“It’s just part of the process of being a great baker, I guess.”

You both let out airy chuckles, your faces inching closer and closer. He finally pulled you by the hem of your apron into a sloppy, languid kiss, each succumbing to the familiar sensations of each other’s lips. The sensation you felt all those years ago after he confessed his love for you on a chilly night at Hogwarts, the sensation you felt dressed in a stunning sea of white on the day of your wedding, the sensation of his lips after looking at your son for the first time.

In quite a few minutes, after lingering kisses and tear-jerking memories came and went, you were back in the present, the clocks still ticking forward, finishing up the piping. You trimmed the sponge with varicoloured stripes and ribbons, meticulously spacing them out to perfection. 

After the last pinch of beads of sprinkles fell atop the cake like bittersweet summer rain, the cake was finally complete. It looked adorable, exactly like the baked goods that would be proudly displayed in the window of a bakery. Ron gave you a goofy high five (which was commonplace) in celebration; after your hands smacked together, he wrapped his fingers around your palm, your hand dwarfed by his’.

“You did a wonderful job, love. Everyone at his party’ll be dying to try a slice!” he praised, pulling you to his chest for a hug. 

You pulled back to glance up at his handsome face with doe eyes, his features illuminated by the golden, waning sunlight. Before you could give him a sweet reply and subsequent peck on his lips, he stated with a laugh, “Y/N, you have frosting on your nose.”

You retracted your hand from his sweater-clad chest, dipping your pointer finger into the leftover stash of glistening frosting before briskly smudging a streak of white across Ron’s sun-freckled nose, teasing, “now you do, too.”

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Ron exclaimed mischievously, coating his hands into the bowl of sugary fluff, desperately attempting to slather your nose in white further. As the sunlight gradually faded away, and the moon elusively bathed your quaint house in pale beams, the evening was pin-drop silent and peaceful, except for the light, scampering footsteps and fearful giggling of you and your doting husband.

[freddie-weaselbee]

GUESS WHO’S BACK

soooo schools been absolute shit especially with ap tests and sat stuff and scholarships all in all not fun

because of this it’s been a hot second since I’ve written a fic, and while I have a billion and one wips I need to work on (including part 2 of April Fools) in order to get back into the swing of things I’m having a little...

HEADCANON PARTY !!!

send in 🍎 (as an ode to the end of the school year) and any ideas you have about Fred Weasley flying around in your brain!!

from 5/22/21 to 6/5/21 I’ll be accepting and writing out little hcs of our dear (it autocorrected to dead lmao) ginger love

it can be as broad or detailed as you want, just nothing too nsfw (I usually don’t write smut but smut adjacent is fine!)

I’m also still taking requests for normal fics, it’ll just take me a while to get to those, so feel free to send any of those my way as well <3

Thank you guys for sticking with me ❤️❤️❤️

tagging the moots: @clearwaterdreamgrl @darthwheezely @natasharomanovf @audreysmusings @freddieweasleyswife @redbullchick @weasleyswizardpleases @weasleyslut-shitpost @harrypottersocials @an2402lths @writingsomewrongs @amrtxntias @ur-local-reality-shifter @amourtentiaa @endlessymphony @aetheralist @bellatrixscurls @meph1stophelian

[childoflilith]

Some Linny Headcanons

Cause fuck that transphobic piece of shit

First of all Ginny is trans, not Luna.

Being all masc and boy-ish was a thing to ignore she was in fact a girl.

But then she realized she genuinely liked it.

So she sticked with being boy-ish

She likes mixing femme and masc.

Having androgynous face has been her the biggest euphoria ever.

She is also a flaming homosexual.

Especially for her very pretty girlfriend.

Luna is cis but she is not transphobic like someone. (We all are looking at you JKR)

She is pansexual. She is too busy about some creature that people don’t understand rather than genders and sexes.

She is not interested in you, thank you very much. She just likes to talk to people. She also likes her girlfriend who will beat your ass.

Even tho she loves her platinum blonde hair, she dyes a different strand each time. (Ginny is the one does it. Luna says sorry for a million times, every time Ginny dyes herself on accident.)

They met when some dipshit felt like they needed to comment on Ginny being trans.

Luna accidentally summoned some wild bunnies which followed and bited the transphobic kid until they found out the bunnies were invisible.

Ginny was suprised when the kid started screaming in all of a sudden.

But was very amused when she found out Luna made the spell. She wasn’t expecting that, not at all.

So she wants to return the favor.

A few days passes and some group of friends decides to steal Luna’s diary and make fun of how she wrote what Ginny did.

She kicks their asses with some techniques that Billy taught her.

She secretly loves being her cinnamon scented savior.

They both developed crushes in each other, instantly.

One year after that incidents Ginny asks Luna if she wants to come to the Christmas dinner in her house. Luna says yes, she would love to.

Molly instantly realizes her daughter has a crush on strange girl. Cause she wasn’t born last night darling.

She lets her husband to do a firework show cause she wants the girls to have some sincere time. (Not that sincere to let them sleep alone tho. Hermione is a life saver sometimes.)

They got close that night but still didn’t admit they liked each other.

Two days later Ginny asks Luna to come with her to the Hogsmeade.

She says of course.

It’s their first non-official date.

After twins making fun if them all day and won’t letting Ginny talk to Luna, she shouts “Shut it!” frustratedly and asks Luna if she wants to date her. Very loudly.

Luna asks if yesterday her intention wasn’t to ask her out.

They don’t kiss. Yet. :)

The kiss happens at the night of December 13th.

Nothing special.

They were stargazing and Ginny looked like an angel to Luna.

[annabellelupin]

Marlene and dorcas: *have a rather shameless make-out session in the middle of the slytherin common room*

Regulus, an asexual: *fake vomits at the very horrendous dispay*

[itgirlcomplex]

no but do u guys actually ever wonder that what if the veil sirius fell in does not lead to afterlife at all???? maybe it’s a void and now he’s destined to walk darkness forever or that he’s slowly withering away instead of finally being happy with james???? because i did last night & i did not like it at all

[moonbean11]

sirius is a good old fashioned lover boy

mary is a girl that just wants to have fun

remus is a rebel rebel

lily is a dancing queen

james is a dead ringer for love

marlene is a killer queen

peter has angel eyes

dorcas is just like brandy (a fine girl)

[carter-knight]

[ welcome statement ]

hi! i’m car, & i write for it(2017), stranger things and harry potter! i’m going to be posting both nsfw prompts you can request from & sfw fluff prompts! requests are always always open.

an idea i got from another user is matchups; give me a description of yourself and what fandom you want, and i’ll give you a few people in that fandom that, based on your description, would match with you. 

i’ll start masterlists when i get a few fics up. here’s some things about me :) i’m a gemini, i’m bisexual, i try to be really sweet, and i love talking to people! my faves are bill, steve mf harrington, james potter, theo nott, & oliver wood. talk to me if you need anything, my pms are always open :)

https://oliverwoodsupremacy.tumblr.com/post/635367232311033856/fluffangst-prompts

[chaos-istheonlyway]

Rodolphus: I have an idea-

Bellatrix: *wraps blankets around herself and wears a helmet* you may continue