#hermione is a thief

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Chapter 13

in its entirety.

The estate was quite nice. Draco appreciated the abundance of trees and debris blocking a clear path from Flamel’s home to Zabini’s.

“So many windows.” Granger expressed with a bit of awe in her voice. Windows, for a home, were good. They let in natural light, prevented the place from feeling drab and dreary.

But for their purposes, there were just a bit too many, for Draco’s liking. He would make sure to charm them all to prevent anyone from seeing in.

“The kitchen!” Ginny gasped to Granger, and the girls immediately started to explore the cabinetry and refrigerators. It was fully stocked, of course, which Draco appreciated.

“There’s a gym in here!” Harry announced from down the hall during some point of the tour led by Zabini himself. “And a pool,” Seamus had exclaimed as he looked out the massive windows overlooking the terrace and outdoor pool.

Theo rolled his eyes, often, as Zabini continued to charm all his newest tenants with the vast beauty of his (second)home.

Draco had these sort of luxuries before in his life. A time that, now, seemed so long ago. Granted, he wasn’t hurting financially as a grown man free from the constraints of a pureblood high society.

He had quite a bit of money in the bank and he did well for himself(obviously). But it wasn’t anything compared to the wealth he might have gained if he had agreed to marry Astoria. If he had gone through with it.

Granger found him in the kitchen sometime later, pulling a pack of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry.

She smiled at him and it was that bright, open smile he had become accustomed to. He had to admit, as he leaned his hip up against he grand kitchen island and watched her open the fridge, that he had had a moment of doubt last night. When her eyes had, for a brief moment, showed him something more than the usual light and joy that she exuded around him.

He had been openly flirting with her. Both he and Theo had been and it was the first time she looked flustered around them. The first time she had looked withdrawn. Even if it was for only a second.

She pulled out a bowl of fresh blueberries and strawberries and set it on the kitchen island in front of him. Her brow lifted before she accioed the cookies and sent them back into the pantry.

“Here,” Her hand pushed the bowl closer to him.

Draco grimaced but obeyed. He picked up a fat little blueberry and popped it into his mouth.

Draco watched her as she ran a hand over the counter, appreciating the intricate veins of white marble beneath the surface of the rock. He appreciated the way her lashes fanned over her cheeks as she stared down. The slight curve to her nose. The beauty mark on the the side of the bridge, near the corner of her eye.

“My family disowned me,” He said it, without really understanding why. But something about this house and the way she seemed to admire the beauty of it propelled the truth from him.

Her eyes lifted to his and they were wide with surprise.

“Because of Astoria,” he added before biting into a strawberry.

“Even your mother?”

Talk of his mother wasn’t something he did openly. Or even at all. Not in at least fifteen years. Whenever anyone of his family came up, he usually clumped everyone together into the same category. His father, his grandfather, cousins...his mother.

Because, while she had not openly expressed that he should be cut off, his mother had not fought his father. Who was viciously angry with Draco, of course. His mother had been disappointed, cried even, when he had returned to the manor after running out on Astoria. But when his father swore to disown him, she had said nothing and Draco had accepted it as his fate.

“Even my mother.”

She frowned and glanced down at the bowl of fruit he continued plucking through. “Why did you wait until the day of the wedding?” Her voice was gentle but cautious.

Draco chewed on a strawberry as he considered the promise he made to himself the other day. The day he had learned something about her she hadn’t herself shared.

He swallowed and shrugged. “I was only twenty and I was terribly stunted, emotionally that is.” She almost smiled and so he did. “Still am.”

Granger shook her head, her lips pulling up. “Aren’t we all?”

Draco nodded and looked down at his fingers as they picked up a blueberry, rolled it around between them. “I was ordered to do things, sometimes by my own family, that I never wanted to do. And the day of the wedding, I realized that it was just another thing I was being ordered to do. I was going in, blind. I realized that the rest of my life was going to be a series of things I didn’t want to do. So, I began to panic. Hyperventilate, twist your stomach in knots until I puked kind of panic. You know it?”

She nodded furiously, her lip caught between her teeth. Her bright eyes on his.

“Theo found me like that. On my hands and knees, in front of the toilet. Instead of trying to talk me out of marrying her, or trying to convince me that everything would be fine, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to Monte Carlo.”

“And you did.”

He nodded. "Not initially. I walked up to that alter, and stood there, watching her walk toward me. Then I turned to Theo, who was still standing at my side and told him that I wanted to go to Monte Carlo." He frowned, sheepishly.

"I could have been more honest with Tori but,” he paused and looked around the kitchen. The crown moldings, the large windows and fancy appliances. “She was already planning on building a home like this.” He gestured to the kitchen around them. “She was planning what kind of charity events we would go to, where to donate our money. It was like listening to my mother talk. And Just like my mother, she was also trying to ensure that my family remained in good standing, socially. And my mother was doing it, so that my father could continue to do what? Be vile? I don't know. I might be a thief but don’t want to be vile. Not anymore.”

Granger shook her head.

“I was vile to you once upon a time.”

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head. Granger’s hand reached for his. “You’re not vile.”

He smiled at her as he continued to graze and they shared a moment of quiet as her hand remained clinging to his.

“Theo is my family.” He said, smiling gently at the confession. Because no matter what, through every shitty decision Draco made, and every life altering event, Theo had been there.

“I obliviated my family.” Was her response. “When I was seventeen.”

“Because of...?” He didn’t finished. He still didn’t speak the dark wizard's name. Not out of fear, nor respect. But out of shame for a past he was unable to escape, no matter how hard he tried.

She nodded. “They don’t remember me, or who they were. I tried to reverse it but,” She shrugged. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were downcast, in shame. “I don’t have any family.”

“You do, though.” He turned his hand, so that their palms were pressed together and his thumb began to soothe the backs of her knuckles. “You have Potter and Ginny.”

She shook her head. “I sometimes have Harry.” She paused and watched as she threaded their fingers together. “I have Theo.” She admitted it, quietly. Cautiously.

“And you have me.” Draco lifted their linked hands to his mouth and grazed the tips of her fingers to his lips. “You and I have been through the wringer, yeah? I was, at one point, unworthy of your affections.”

She put his hand to her cheek and leaned into it. “Not anymore.”

Granger’s bright, brown eyes settled onto his and he knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was between them would ignite. It was like a fuse, slowly initiating a charge between two explosive components.

There was something inside of him that was growing and gnawing at him. It was uncomfortable and exciting all at once. He wanted to wrap his arms around his chest and keep whatever it was, there. Because really it felt like it might burst out of him one day. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.

Theo erupted into the kitchen, sufficiently pulling their eyes away from one another. But Draco didn’t let go of her hand. And that micromomentary look from last night was back. Only, it wasn’t so micro. It remained, etched into the corners of her eyes and heavy in the deep set of her brows as they pulled down in thought.

Draco realized then, that it was concern! she felt.

“Does that man ever get tired of blowing his own trumpet?” He paused when he saw Granger. “Granger?”

She lowered her eyes to the floor but Theo moved fast, and his hand was on her chin, guiding her eyes back to him. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?” His voice was low and soothing. They flicked to Draco and back to Granger.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” Theo teased gently as his hand smoothed over her hair, the curls that smelled like sweet tangerines but her hand remained firmly clasped in Draco’s.

“Potter already threw his fancy cloak on and is testing out the boundary line between Zabini’s wards and Flamels.”

Teddy sulked into the kitchen, appearing very much dejected as Theo continued to pet Granger’s hair from her face while Draco continued to play with the tips of her fingers. Brushing them over his lips over and over.

“What’s the matter, Teddy?” Granger asked, that concerned look erased from her face.

Theo slid his arm around her shoulders and scoffed. “He’s mad because we wont let him go with Harry to check the wards around Flamel’s home.”

Teddy slid into a stool at the island and sighed. “I didn’t mean to fuck up.”

“Teddy,” Granger chastised.

“But we got the cross in the end, right?” He reached for a strawberry. “I learned my lesson.”

Draco looked at the boy, considered the young mans eagerness to prove himself. “But, you don’t need to hide under a cloak, Teddy.”

He scoffed and stuffed the strawberry into his mouth.

“Though,” Draco tilted his head. “I do wonder...if I asked you to morph into, I don’t know,” He paused and grinned. “Theo, for example. Could you?”

Teddy looked at Draco with interest and nodded. “Yeah.” He jerked his head at Theo. “Even his distinct eyes.”

Granger snorted and turned her head, stifling her laughter into Theo’s chest. Theo grinned proudly down at the top of her head.

“Well, then cousin, it seems that I have just the job for you.”

Teddy visibly pepped up and

The Potters entered the kitchen with Seamus.

“Zabini left.” Seamus said as he slid into a stool at the massive kitchen island.

“Finally.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“As you well know,” Ginny began to rifle through the cabinetry, pulling out pots and pans. “I am a mother and Harry is a father.”

“You don’t say.” Draco grinned and nipped at the tips of Granger’s pinky.

“And children, you know, they grow hungry.”

“Where are your children?” He tilted his head to look at Harry.

Harry slid into the stool beside Teddy. “They’re with George and Angelina. But I’m due to pick them up.”

“And?” Theo looked bored as he prompted them to get to their point, his fingers now combing through Granger’s soft curls.

“I’m going to bring them here for dinner.”

“Your children?” Theo shook his head. “This isn’t a place for children!”

“Oh, come now, Theo.” Draco was now looking over Ginny’s shoulder as she began to assemble produce onto middle of the island. “This place is perfect for them. There’s a swimming pool, lots of beds and I think there’s a swing set somewhere on the premise.”

“Are you suggesting we have a sleepover with the Potter children?”

Draco shrugged and reached for a juicy looking cherry tomato. “What do you think, Granger?” Draco asked her.

She nodded before she turned her gaze up to Theo who groaned, clearly outranked.

Draco chuckled and reached for another tomato as Ginny set down a stalk of celery.

Her hand smacked his greedy fingers away. “Go wash your hands if you want to help.”

“Help?” Draco watched her tie an apron around her waist.

“Yes, quick. I need you to start tenderizing the brisket.”

He frowned and stepped back, slightly appalled, dropping Granger’s hand. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ginny shooed him over to the sink prompting him to wash his hands.

But it was Granger’s laugh that launched him into action.

Dinner with the Potter children was a lively and educational event. For example, Draco learned that children tended to ask a lot of questions but didn’t ever actually wait for an answer. When Theo or Draco would attempt to answer the youngest's questions about their time as Slytherins, their words were lost to the musings of his own time in the Dungeon common room.

Often, conversation was lost to the chatter of the three children or the little bickering that would occur between the two boys. Teddy and their eldest, James, often fell into deep conversation about other children at school, mainly other witches.

But the Potters didn’t stay over at the massive house. Instead, Ginny forced the children to clean up the dishes before saying goodbye to each adult in the room. Draco never considered children before, but when he watched the way Granger beamed at the little ones, combined with their rather amusing antics, he started to understand the appeal. 

“It’s going to take at least two days to break those wards.” Granger said after dinner from her spot on the corner of a desk in one of the three studies in the manor.

Harry had told her that Flamel’s wards went at least 400 km out from his property line in every direction. Except for where his and Zabini’s property line met.

The group had tried the other two and found both of them lacking in comfort.

Theo was pacing the bookshelves on the east side of the room with a frown. “There’s no personality to these books,” to which Seamus snorted. Theo flipped a hand toward the shelf. “It’s all generic crap. Leather bound academic journals and I honestly think some of these are props.” He pulled a random book out and made a show of opening one. It didn’t open. He tossed it over his shoulder, and into the fireplace. “Prop.” He said in confirmation.

“This desk is too high.” Granger’s feet were dangling rather high from the floor.

Draco grinned because in his study, her feet didn’t reach the floor either, but she could easily slide onto it when she wanted.

He would most definitely not go down on her in this study. But he would most likely kiss there. Here, in this study, or in the kitchen, or the gym. In the halls in between each rooms.

Adjusting himself in the chair behind the desk, Draco frowned. “This chair doesn’t recline enough.”

There was, however, plenty of candy in the house. Draco had found a dish of squishy, fruity bear-shaped gummies that he found to be more enjoyable than the Flavored Beans he normally kept in his home.

Teddy was sprawled out on a chair, his feet propped on an ottoman. “Leather seats” he shuddered and shifted.

Draco lifted a brow at him.

“Too sticky.” He supplied with a grimace.

“I can probably weave a hole into the section of ward that butt up against Zabini’s.” Granger continued to muse.

She had that book in her lap. The one she was writing in back in his study. It was closed but she kept playing with the edges of the pages, as if eager to open it up.

“Theo and I can help while Seamus gets his station set up.” Draco nodded to where Seamus was currently tapping away at the keyboard.

“What about me?” Teddy asked as he fidgeted in his chair. The leather creaked and moaned beneath him.

“You’re going to disguise yourself as one of Flamel’s guards. As one of his guards, you’re going to find your way into his home and learn the ins and outs of the staff.”

Granger looked at him in alarm. “That’s risky.”

Teddy sniffed. “I can handle it.”

“Like you handled the museum alarm?” Theo frowned at him as he moved toward the desk.

“Teddy can handle it. Can’t you, cousin?”

Teddy grinned at his cousin with confidence. He jumped from his leather chair and nodded. “Don’t look so worried, aunt Hermione. This is my specialty.”

Draco realized, as Teddy swept from the room that he did have family but it wasn’t a family he grew up around. He had grown up around Theo and even Granger. His aunt Andromeda was not someone he knew. He wasn’t allowed to know her as a child but now, thanks to Potter and Granger, he was beginning to know someone who shared his blood. Someone who didn’t care what kind it was that ran through their veins.

Theo slid onto the other edge of the desk and eyed the book in Granger’s lap. “What is that you got there?”

Her fingers tightened around it and pulled it closer. “It’s my journal.” She sniffed, her chin jutting out.

“Liar.” Theo snorted.

It was true, he had seen her scribbling in the pages but when he had peaked over at the book, there was nothing but blank pages in front of her.

“You’ve charmed that book.” Draco noted as he picked out a little red bear.

“What do you write into that little book that has caused you to charm it?” Theo leaned closer as if eager to snatch it from her grasp. “Dear diary, today I got to hold Draco’s hand. I wondered what it might feel like on my bum.” Theo pitched his voice to try and match Granger’s range. “Dear diary, I found myself thinking of Theo’s distinct eyes while touching my—”

“Theo!”

Draco laughed openly at the blush that spread quickly from her cheeks to her neck. Seamus shook his head as his fingers stalled over the keys of his laptop.

“You’re a pig.” She sighed and opened the pages of her book. But Draco could see the deepening of the blush as she avoided their eyes'

Reaching over the desk, she grabbed a quill and began to scribble onto the page.

Hello, Harry. The words she wrote faded and began to reform text.

Hey ‘Mione. Did you see the note I sent earlier?

Draco hummed in appreciation. She had somehow charmed this book and allegedly one in Potter’s possession to pass notes without them ever being discovered.

“That’s quite useful.”

Granger nodded. “I thought so. I got the idea from Tom Riddle’s diary. Harry and I use it to pass information about the sex trade. He’s recently been tipped off from his contacts in South America that there has been an increase in activity over the last week with Flamel’s people.”

Theo scoffed. “And everything you write just vanishes?”

She nodded, clearly quite proud of herself.

“How come you and I don't have one?” He pushed his lip out in a pout.

“Why would I need one of these with you? We’re together every day.”

“Not at night.” Theo murmured with a sniff, causing Draco to chuckle.

“So, Flamel’s already moving to replenish his...inventory.” He noted gesturing down at the book where Harry’s handwriting had already vanished.

Granger grimaced. “Looks like it.”

“And you want Zabini to befriend him...” Draco started.

“So that he can be invited to one of these parties.” Theo finished.

She nodded. “I think that it may come in useful to have someone we know welcomed into the fold.”

Draco plucked up an orange bear and nodded as he leaned back in the chair. “Clever girl.”

Granger grinned and closed the book.

“I still want one of these.” He tapped on the cover of the book. “I’d never grow tired of it.”

“You’d end up abusing it.” Granger snorted.

“Writing to her at all hours of the night.” Draco agreed.

“Telling me how much you miss me.”

“Oh, you’d love it.” Theo swatted at the air between them. “Get Draco one, too. We could three way.”

Granger giggled, shaking her head.

Seamus sighed loudly and stood from the couch, holding his laptop. “Why don’t the three of you just do it already? Get it over with, so I can bloody concentrate!”

All three watched him stalk from the room, disappearing down the hall that led to one of the other studies, leaving Granger to erupt into a snort that quickly devolved into a hearty laugh.

Theo met Draco’s eyes and grinned.

[yourtrueface]

Greatest Book Lovers in Books/Movies/Series Masterpost

1. Klaus Baudelaire - A Series of Unfortunate Events

2. Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

3. Alaska Young - Looking for Alaska

4. Mortimer and Meggie Folchart- Inkheart

5. Liesel Meminger - The Book Thief

6. Aziraphale - Good Omens

7. Charlotte Charles - Pushing Daisies

8. Suzy Bishop - Moonrise Kingdom

9. Bernard Black - Black Books

10. Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

11. Audrey Hope - Gossip Girl

12. Kyle Scheible - Lady Bird

[sophiejacksonchase]

✨Hermione vibes✨

[callmedarthrevan]

local childrens theater production of the lightning thief cast a white annabeth :( booooooo personally I think that from this point forward she should only be played by women of color, ideally black women. Percy jackson TV show made some great choices and going back to white annabeth is stupid

[that-fantasy-nerd]

Harry Potter under the Imperious Curse is equivalent to Percy Jackson in the Lotus Casino

[iamnmbr3]

Dumbledore: Even when I first met him in the orphanage when he was still a young child Riddle showed clear signs of his irredeemable nature. By the age of 11 he was already a thief.

Harry: lame. at the age of 11 i killed a man with my bare hands.

Dumbledore: That is entirely differently. Besides he also used magic to intimidate others.

Harry: intimidate? that's it? lmao. i literally witnessed hermione kidnap and imprison a celebrity. and then later blackmail her. tom needs to get on our level.

Dumbledore: ....

[bridenore]

HD Hurt-Comfort Fest 2024 recs

Here are some of my favorite fics from @hd-hurtcomfort-fest 2024. Listed in alphabetical order.

Come Hell or High Water by @mallstars [22k]

In his bed under Mungo's floating candles, Harry sips tea, watches reality TV, and does his best not to pay any mind to the curse which has invaded his body. Harry wants to heal. He wants his healer even more. Keeping one desperate secret can't hurt. Not much, anyway.

En Passant by @dodgerkedavra [41k]

Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after.

Final Exams at the Curse-Breaker's Academy by IzRoan [20k]

Final exams at the Curse-Breaker’s Academy are simple: If you can’t be a good curse-maker, you can’t be a good curse-breaker. When Draco gets cursed by a classmate’s invention, Harry has 24-hours to break the curse. Much to Draco’s ire, Potter seems oddly dedicated to drawing out this exam until the very last second.

Fine-Fractured Halo by @rainjulyx [29k]

For Harry, it all starts on July 31, 1999 and ends on July 31, 2019. Twenty years of longing, love, and pain in no particular order. Or: An annual birthday party that turns to a yearly school reunion. Hermione and Pansy are party planners, Ron is an excellent baker, and everyone tries their best to attend a birthday party just to see each other.

Future Histories by @thecouchsofa [6k]

After an accident at work, Draco finds that two decades of his memories have been temporarily wiped. His Healers are reluctant to tell him the identity of his mystery husband, thinking he’ll react badly. Oh, how wrong they are.

Thief by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​  [22k]

“Harry Potter will steal something precious from Draco Malfoy,” Draco said in a voice that didn’t sound like his own. “What?” Harry asked, confused.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[mymiraclealigner]

If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

So, I saw this gorgeous art by @shleyla and it got me thinking, yeah, they're right the sword of Gryffindor was in the lake and Snape acted as a sort of Lady of the Lake, leading Harry to the sword in a frozen lake. Except Ron got the sword, not Harry. So, is Ron the king of England, confirmed? ("Weasley is our king" after all, and Ron's dad is named Arthur). I'm mostly joking about Ron being the king of England.

But all this made me think about the goblin legends about the sword of Gryffindor and whether it's possible the sword of Gryffindor actually is Excalibur of the HP universe. Griphock states the sword wasn't forged for Gryffindor but that it predates him and was used by a Gobling king:

“I am not a thief, boy! I am not trying to procure treasures to which I have no right!” “The sword’s ours—” “it is not,” said the goblin. “We’re Gryffindors, and it was Godric Gryffindor’s—” “And before it was Gryffindor’s, whose was it?” demanded the goblin, sitting up straight. “No one’s,” said Ron. “It was made for him, wasn’t it?” “No!” cried the goblin, bristling with anger as he pointed a long finger at Ron. “Wizarding arrogance again! That sword was Ragnuk the First’s, taken from him by Godric Gryffindor! It is a lost treasure, a masterpiece of goblinwork! It belongs with the goblins. The sword is the price of my hire, take it or leave it!”

(DH, 432)

But why would a goblin king forge himself a sword made for human proportions? And if Excalibur exists in the HP universe, it stands to reason it would be a magical, goblins-forged blade?

So, what if the sword actually belonged to the HP universe version of King Arthur, and that either the goblins took it back upon his death, or it passed to a descendant (Godric Gryffindor as a descendant of King Arthur is a weird idea, I know, but I'm thinking it).

(All this also made me want to draw Ron as King Arthur, Hermione as Guinevere, and Harry as Merlin... or something like that... maybe I'll do it)

Now, the timeline for all of this is a little murky. Because the founders founded Hogwarts around 990, Merlin supposedly studied in Slytherin House, so he was eleven after the founding. The thing is, the Arthurian legends place King Arthur and Merlin as being alive much earlier, with most historians placing Arthur around 460-560.

So, my headcanon is that Merlin predates Hogwarts and the founders, and the legends of Merlin studying at Hogwarts are just that — legends.

The Order of Merlin, commemorating the most famous wizard of his time, has been given since the fifteenth century. Legend says that the green ribbon, on which the First Class Order hangs, is to reflect Merlin’s Hogwarts house.

(from Pottermore)

It is outright stated Merlin's Hogwarts house is a legend. I think it's a legend everyone believes to be true, but might not actually be true. I couldn't find a source that really stated Merlin was a Hogwarts student 100% which would be historically reliable. It's pretty much the same as in real history. When you try to read about the early medieval era irl you need to sift through a lot of bullshit and inaccurate statements and translations, it's likely the wizarding world is the same.

Also, while researching this, I found there is a stained glass window in Hogwarts that portrays him as an old man with a long beard (at least in Hogwarts Legacy). Windows are usually constructed with the building, so it is possible to take it as evidence Merlin and legends of him existed before Hogwarts was founded. And, there's a legend Hogwarts was founded where the founders discovered a pensive:

One (unsubstantiated) legend says that the founders discovered the Pensieve half-buried in the ground on the very spot where they decided to erect their school.

(From Pottermore)

So what if Merlin was where Hogwarts is, and made the pensive the founders discovered that we see Dumbledore using. If he really predated Hogwarts but has spent time in the are and history got mixed up with legends as history often does. And then, the sword of Gryffindor could actually be The Excalibur.

This is like, a silly part theory/part headcanon, but it was fun for me to think about.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hot take but Percy Jackson actually isn't anything like Harry Potter and the reason they're popularly compared is due to the mass mischaracterization and misenterpretation that leads to sanatization of Percy to turn him into a more standard protagonist despite the whole point his character being that he's NOT normal while Harry's is that he IS and that made him into a very bland and lowkey passive aggressive bigot that's an awful example for kids while Percy is the perfect role model.Like let's look them over.Percy:

Was born poor and never becomes rich

Is a child abuse victim with consistent trauma responses and unhealthy coping mechanisms all the way starting at The Lightning Thief

Beat up bullies as a kid,was targeted by them to begin with because he's neurodivergent and his teachers picked on him too

Has nothing but love and respect for his fellow minorities,women especially thanks to being a mama's boy with no positive older male figures in his life except Beckendorf

Is pessimistic,sardonic,anger issued,bad at socializing and gets embarrased to be overly open with his emotions but none of this turns him into a bad person but instead makes him realistic and relatable

And he's also kind,gentle,nurturing to the point of basically adopting younger demigods as his found siblings and pseudo-kids if they don't have positive adult figures in their lives already,encouraging,loyal to a literal fatal fault and has a distinctive and iconic sense of humor that never dosen't land

Didn't like Annabeth or Rachel for shallow reasons and instead for their personalities and only wasn't into Reyna because he was taken at the time and treats all three of them very nicely

Is an instigator who's driving point as our hero is taking down corrupted figures but also does activism for the lesser treated people in his world by helping out every time he gets a chance to,has one of his core trait's being that he's COMPLETELY devoid in power hunger and pretty arguably counts as an anarchist because of this

Relating to the sense of humor thing again,his whole PERSONALITY is distinctive-He's not just some fantasy protagonist,he's PERCY JACKSON.The name alone gives everybody who's read the books flashbacks to all his crazy ass shit(affectionate)and that's how you know you've got a well-written protagonist

And Percy is legitimately transfem-coded,because i've met so many trans women in the Pjo fandom and every single one of them without exception have said that she's a femme trans woman egg.This also applies to black/afrolatino folks and autistics in the fandom like me to a less near universal extent

While Harry:

Grew up middle class and then got riches out the ass when the series started

Is a very poor attempt at positive abuse survivor rep because he uses his mental health as an excuse to a huge dick with no consequences given to him afterward

Had no tormenters other than the Dursleys

A 'dosen't know better and refuses to learn' typa bigot with tons of passive aggressive remarks about girls and ableism and fatphobia thrown in too,not to mention racist moments like hating Dean for dating Ginny

Is the quintessential young male fantasy protagonist and this is exactly his problem because it makes him boring asf and we're dealing with so much fucking damage in the kids fantasy genre thanks to his musty ass

All his crushes were shallow(Only liked Cho for a pretty girljock and only noticed Ginny when she became one too and prioritizes looks and society's idea of 'coolness' on the other girls his age too like damn i wonder why he only ever saw Hermione as a sister,surely it can't be connected /s)

Never does actual justice fighting unless he's required to and don't tell me he shouldn't have needed to because this wasn't real life,it was a magics series so he should've fought evil on purpose like Percy did and so did Katniss Everdeen and the Pevensie Siblings and all the other actual good kids books protags.This genre is supposed to be a power fantasy for kids that they can be heroes too and Harry failed big time at his job just like he did at everything else

Again,he is VERY mediocre as a character but mediocrity sells and now we have a million clones of him instead of real mcs

Is part of exactly zero minorities,neither intentionally or accidentally,and that made him grow up to be a cop.Douchebag ass white straight boy Harry vs Autistic afrolatina transfemme slay Percy.No competition,Percy's punk so she'd kill Harry to earn her blue laces

And before Maraturds and Luke/gods stans get bold,you're literally him irl but worse besties♡

[elliebyrrdwrites]

just a snippet.

Chapter 13 and 14 are complete and things begin to fall apart at the gala.

He smiled and batted his eyes at her. “Jealous, Granger?”

She scowled at him, only confirming his suspicions.

Theo snorted and stumbled backwards, clearly still drunk. “She was threatening Draco.”

“What?” Everyone said at once.

“She knows about the Wand.”

Granger shook her head as she mentally began to calculate how that was even possible. She gasped, slamming a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gods! I didn’t reset the ward!”

Draco nodded and Theo reached for her hand. “It’s okay, Granger. I forgive you.”

She yanked her hand free and pointed a finger at her. “Well, don’t. Because I haven’t decided if I forgive you.”

Theo choked around several coughs before he put a hand over his heart. “Moi? Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?”

“Pansy.” She said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t Know,” he frowned and eyed her. “Are you jealous? You look jealous.”

She scoffed and threw her hands up in the air. “I need to get out of this stupid dress.”

Draco wanted to help her. “Don’t worry about Astoria, Granger, I’ll take care of her.” Pansy, however, might present a problem, he thought as he watched her pace the floor, sufficiently flustered.

[14thgalerie]

welcome to the library!

author's notes

any similarities with other works are purely coincidental, and not intended.

this is purely fictional. any name, institution, and other things mentioned in the story is fictional.

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💐 - author’s favourites

Marauder's Era;

James Potter

25 | [A, slight F] 💐

summary; from childhood innocence to warm, young love, James was surrounded by all forms of love. It was only a waiting game for the day he shared this promise to another, and he will bend and break his every bone to keep it.

25 - part 2 | [A]

summary; James is left to his own, unable to navigate through a life without her. Still, in his sorrow, he wonders if anything would be worth the suffering he put you through.

25 - part 3/alternate ending | [A, slight F]

summary; the tides have receded and all is calm and how it was.

shampoo thief | [F]

summary; in his bliss, James forgets a slight mishap before his accident, one that he was sure would be swept under the rug. he also forgets the fact that you can still be as terrifying when someone does something as trivial as stealing your shampoo.

i peeled my orange today | [A] 💐

summary; the show of love with a citrus fruit; and the hope that they never learn to do it.

Sirius Black

don't leave | [A]

summary; the hour of the attack on the potter's, Sirius heads straight to their house seeking an explanation for how it came to this. while, his wife, is left desperate as she pleads for him to stay by her side during a night where no one is safe.

Remus Lupin

quiet curiosity | [F]

summary; modern auror!remus is no friends with emotions. but one evening, he proves you wrong.

Tom Riddle

home | [A, slight F]

summary; In a chilling twist of events, you find your walls marred with splatters of crimson red, and at the epicenter stands your fiancé, a haunting nonchalance in his gaze.

Golden Trio's Era;

Theodore Nott

path to you | [A, F] 💐

summary; with a tumultuous past, Theo's life had always been marked by fear. his every thought and action overshadowed by his history, the darkness of his past ruining everything good in his life.

the one | [A, F, slight S]

summary; theodore wants to be the one, and you have no qualms about it.

dreamin' of him | [F, slight A ]

summary; you are consumed by not-so-innocent dreams that leaves you wide awake at night. however in the break of the morning light, an undeniable attraction blossoms that despite your friends' annoyance, you deny.

tell me why | [A, slight F]

summary; in a sudden and bewildering weekend, theo comes to find that you had severed your relationship without a reason at all. he is left wondering aimlessly for anything that will quall the barrage of questions that haunt him.

under pressure | [A]

summary; we all handle the pressure of exams differently, but you couldn't fully understand why a moment of celebration would have such a perplexing turn of events.

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

he waits and he waits forever | [A]

summary; excerpt of pure agony for draco.

notes:

- some of my fics are unedited, hence there will be some slight error. if you notice any of them, please feel free to let me know so i could everyone’s reading experience better!

- i am horrible at writing synopsis', so i'm sorry already

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A-Z AU Rec List

Saw this A-Z list of AU writing prompts and decided to make a rec list based on it! This has a little bit of everything, pairings wise, so hopefully there’s something for everyone.

A: Apocalypse AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

B: Bounty Hunter AU Bounty Hunter by SnippyandSnarky [drarry, M, 32k] Set after the 7th book. Voldemort is nearly defeated. A familiar bounty hunter is picking off Death Eaters one by one. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

C: College AU Wannabe Your Lover by Maraudererasmut & shadow_prince [wolfstar, M, 15k] Somewhere in America, Fall of 1997 - Returning to University, James refused to room with Sirius in the wake of The Great Cheez-it Battle of '96. They must adjust to living with someone new, Mr. Potter worried they'd both get scurvy, James unsuccessfully continued trying to court one Lily Evans, Snape got what was coming to him, and Sirius was the most confused of them all.

D: Do-Over (Second Chance) AU Do It All Over Again (Series) by DracoWillHearAboutThis [drarry, E, 468k] All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision. At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine. (also available as a podfic)

E: Emergency Responders AU Oh, We Lost Magic by nerakrose [wolfstar, jily, G, 4k] The year is 1985 and Sirius, Remus, James and Lily are working as paramedics in muggle London, living seemingly normal lives…except there's really an awful lot of weird things going on.

F: Fake Dating AU Distractions by morningsound15 [hermione/ginny, T, 86k] Ginny sighed and slumped back in her seat. “You’re letting him win. He’s winning the breakup!” “Everything you’re saying is ridiculous! You can’t win a breakup.” “Obviously you can, and Ron is doing it!” “You’re being childish. Not everything is about winning and losing.”

G: Ghost AU Another Day in the Sun by REwrites [wolfstar, T, 19k] Is it haunted? I suppose that depends on who is telling the story.

H: Historical Fiction AU Blood and Brimestone by calanthe_fic [drarry, E, 42k] The Inquisition claims it reforms and cleanses Prodigals of their demonic heritage, but Captain Harry Potter learns that the Church has lost its way and is worse by far than the devils in Hells Below. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

I: Investigation AU Caught by Phiso [wolfstar, G, 4k] Sirius Black was the thief no one could catch – at least, not until he met his match in Detective Inspector Remus Lupin.

J: Jazz Club AU A Specter of The Night [+Podfic] by writer-or-whatever [wolfstar, T, 1k] Roaring 20s Wolfstar AU OR The one where Sirius turns up out of the blue as a Jazz singer and Remus is confused and still very much in love.

K: Knitting AU Charmed Wool by winnett [drarry, E, 11k] Draco works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department (MMAD). Tracking down an illegal knitter of charmed jumpers takes him to County Cork where he never expected to find the missing Chosen One. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

L: Lycanthropy AU seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here [snily, G, 6k] “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

M: Musician AU Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [wolfstar, M, 5k] Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

N: No Voldemort AU Sing Me a (Christmas) Love Song by andromedablacc [James/Sirius, G, 1k] James is a famous Quidditch player, and once upon a time Sirius was famous in his own right.

O: Office AU Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [wolfstar, G, 2k] Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

P: Photographer AU Rule of Thirds by bluepeony [wolfstar, G, 2k] Modern AU: Sirius Black, star of the university's football team, only wants one thing: a teensy-weensy, harmless little kiss.

Q: Quidditch Player AU our kiss is as the moon to draw by blackkat [lily/narcissa, T, 1k] “Problems, cousin?” Narcissa calls to Sirius, cool and sugar-sweet. She’s smirking, braid of pale hair coming loose, and Lily should absolutely be cheering for Gryffindor, but she can't help herself. As Narcissa turns into a sharp dive, snatching the Quaffle right out of James's hands as she passes, she whoops, clapping her hands together. “I think this is the part where I'm supposed to call you a traitor,” Remus observes from the seat beside her, as dry as dust, though he hasn’t even lifted his gaze from his book.

R: Receptionist AU They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [wolfstar, G, 5k] Hospital receptionist Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

S: Soulmate AU Amare Series by ABlackRaven [harry/cedric, T, 173k] Cedric feels drawn to protect Harry Potter. Whether this be from Dementors on a Quidditch pitch or the tasks of a life-threatening tournament, he's determined to help him. He can't help but worry about the younger boy. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…something more? Harry feels drawn to Cedric, safe when he is near. He certainly has no shortage of dangers in his life, from an abusive home life to the growing threat of Voldemort. He cant help the guilt that he puts Cedric in danger by proximity. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…could he hope for something more? And when the end of the third task goes horribly wrong, will either of them survive? A rewrite of Book 4 revolving around Harry and Cedric.

T: Time Travel AU Escaping the Paradox by Meri [snarry, E, 35k] After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make. (also available as a podfic)

U: Undercover AU The Chosen One & The Halfblood Prince by waitingondaisies [Harry & Severus, T, 93k] Severus Snape was discovered as a spy mere days before the start of the school year. Thankfully, Albus had been working on a vague contingency plan for this possibility. It had been inspired by the question, “What would it take for Severus Snape to see that he was wrong about Harry Potter?” The answer? Force Severus to go undercover as Alfonse “Eli” Hopkirk, a sixth year Gryffindor.

V: Vampire AU Immortal Claim by ladyofsilverdawn [snarry, E, 16k] Harry needs Snape's cooperation to solve a case, but navigating vampiric culture and Snape's powerful allure proves more challenging than he anticipates.

W: Western AU Hell and High Water by Krethes [susan bones/pansy parkinson, T, 7k] Pansy is the daughter of the leader of a notorious band of outlaws that's been running this dusty old town for as long as she can recall. Then one day a new sheriff rides into town with her pretty little niece at her side who keeps making pretty little eyes at Pansy and -- aw, hell. (also available as a podfic)

X: N/A

Y: Youtube AU real life has no appeal by orphan_account [wolfstar, G, 7k] In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

Z: Zombie AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

Yes, yes, I know. The first and last list items are the same, but there are only so many zombie and/or apocalypse AUs.

[teamthunderdome]

TEAM THUNDERDOME.

TWO TEAMS ENTER. TUMBLR VOTES. ONE TEAM LEAVES. TRIAL BY COMBAT. TO THE DEATH. VICTORY OR SOVNGARDE.

The Rules:

Fights will occur over the course of ONE WEEK, quarter 1 begins JUNE 1ST, 2024 at 12:00 AM MIDNIGHT EDT (UTC-04:00).

Multiple fights happen across one week.

ONLY 3 to 4 team members per team. 2 is too few, 5 is almost cheating. If a team has more than 4 members, some will have to wait in the stands (looking at you, Scooby-Doo and Tally Hall).

Tumblr poll will determine the winner of an individual fight via emotional support and gracious cookie donations.

Majority Wins. Whether or not a team would canonically win or lose the fight does not matter, only the number of votes.

Single Elimination.

Outside of the rules listed above, anything goes. Reblog a fight to get your friends on your side.

Propaganda is fair game. If you know perhaps a little too much about one of the teams and want to explain why your team should win, please submit an in-depth propaganda post to the blog homepage.

Spread the word! Your favorite might win! (Or not! I just run this thing!)

Lasko Wind Machine

All 64 Teams Competing (In random order - will NOT reflect the final bracket):

Team WINCHESTER (Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley)

Team FORTRESS (Heavy, Medic, Engineer, Soldier)

Team AIONIOS (Noah, Lanz, Eunie, Riku)

Team GONDOR (Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf)

Team TWILIGHT (Jacob, Edward, Bella)

Team STAR WARS (Han, Luke, Leia, Chewbacca)

Team NARUTO (Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura)

Team SHREK (Shrek, Fiona, Donkey, Puss In Boots) (As portrayed at the end of Shrek 2)

Team OF LIGHT (Jonathan Harker, Jack Seward, Quincey Morris, Abraham Van Helsing)

Team PERSONA (Makoto Yuki, Kotone Shiomi, Yu Narukami, Ren Mamamiya)

Team HOMESTUCK (John, Jade, Rose, Dave)

Team MUSKETEERS (Athos, Porthos, Aramis, D'Artagnan)

Team HERCULES (Hercules, Iolaus, Salmoneus, Autolycus) (The Legendary Journeys, Hercules as portrayed by Kevin Sorbo)

Team PUYO PUYO (Ringo, Arle, Amitie, Lemres)

Team BAKUGO (Bakugo, Mina, Denki, Eijirou)

Team WIGGLES (Jeff, Anthony, Murray, Greg) (as originally formed)

Team GRYFFINDOR (Harry, Ron, Hermione)

Team COOL RUNNINGS (Derice Bannock, Junior Bevil, Sanka Coffie, Yul Brenner)

Team AEGIS (Rex, Pyra, Mythra) (all other party members excluded due to Blades and their pesky "friendships" binding them to their users)

Team RHYTHM THIEF (Raphael, Fondue, Marie, Charlie) (what a cute doggy :3)

Team MYSTERY INC (Fred, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne) (sorry no pets allowed)

Team DEKU (Izuku, Tsuyu, Ochako, Shouto)

Team KRISPIES (Snap, Crackle, Pop)

Team ELITE BEAT (Agent Spin, Agent J, Agent Chieftain, Agent Starr)

Team JIGSAW (Kramer, Young, Hoffman, Gordon)

Team UMIZOOMI (Milli, Geo, Bot)

Team TRIFORCE (Link, Zelda, Groose) (Skyward Sword variants)

Team LAYTON (Layton, Luke, Emmy) (Pre-Azran Legacy)

Team SONIC (Sonic, Knuckles, Tails)

Team ASKR (Alfonse, Anna, Sharena)

Team TARDIS (The Doctor, Amy, Rory, River)

Team WOOHP (Sam, Alex, Clover)

Team KEYBLADE (Sora, Donald, Goofy)

Team 1908 THOMAS FLYER (Montague Roberts, George Schuster, Hans Hendrik Hansen, George MacAdam)

Team BIONIS (Shulk, Reyn, Dunban, Sharla)

Team DARK (Shadow, Rouge, Omega) (Ultimate Life Form status tenuous)

Team OOO (Finn, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, BMO)

Team TALLY HALL (Rob, Zubin, Andrew, Joe) (Ross excluded - he's just a drummer)

Team DOODLEBOPS (Deedee, Rooney, Moe)

Team SCIENCE (Gordon, Tommy, Bubby, Dr. Coomer)

Team POWERPUFF (Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles)

Team INCONCEIVABLE (Inigo, Fezzik, Vizzini)

Team METROCITY (Megamind, Metro Man, Roxanne, Minion)

Team WONDER PETS (Linny, Tuck, Ming Ming)

Team REGULAR (Mordecai, Rigby, Muscle Man, Skips)

Team PILLAR MEN (Santana, Wham, ACDC, Kars) (Ultimate Life Form status tenuous)

Team BEATLES (John, Paul, George, Ringo)

Team SMILING FRIENDS (Pim, Charlie, Glep, Alan)

Team ROTTEN (Robbie, Tobby, Bobby, Flobby) (Ultimate Life Form status confirmed)

Team KRUSTY KRAB (SpongeBob, Patrick, Squidward, Mr. Krabs)

Team VOCALOID (Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin)

Team GARFIELD (Garfield, Jon, Odie, Liz)

Team POOH (Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Christopher Robin)

Team AVALANCHE (Cloud, Tifa, Aerith, Barret)

Team LOONEY (Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Michael Jordan)

Team GHOSTS (Blinky, Pinky, Inky, Clyde) (freshly dead)

Team ROCKMAN (Rock, Roll, Blues, Bass)

Team MARIO (Mario, Luigi, Wario, Waluigi)

Team WRIGHT (Phoenix, Apollo, Athena, Trucy) (as seen in Dual Destinies)

Team SHERLOCK (Sherlock, John, Mycroft) (Brigandorf Crimplesnart's depiction of Sherlock)

Team MASH (Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, BJ Hunnicutt, Charles Emerson Winchester III)

Team RWBY (Ruby, Weiss, Yang, Blake)

Team CHANNEL 5 (Ulala, Space Michael, Jaguar, Pudding)

Team FANBOY (Fanboy, Chum Chum, Kyle)

GOOD LUCK!!!

(you're gonna need it)

[pixie-skull]

Challenge, Alphabet of Crushes:

Pretty self explanatory, just list your biggest crushes of past and present to each letter. I tag @impossiblepeggy @little-bloodied-angel @geebs96 @airasora @thenamelessdoll @confettipetticoats @2009jorose @animagix101 @night130

A= Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

B= Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

C= Christine (The Phantom of the Opera)

D= Dorian Grey (the picture of Dorian Grey)

E= Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

F= Frodo (The Lord of the Rings)

G= Granger, Hermione (Harry Potter) *Emma Waston I actually like for her, the character meh, but more roles lately make me really like Emma Waston more, just Hermione was my first role I really liked her*

H= Hemidall (Thor)

I= Inara (Firefly+Serenity)

J= Jasmine (Aladdin)

K= Kala (Sense8)

L= Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

M= Merlin (BBC Merlin)

N= Nomi+ Amanita (Sense8) *I could not choose one as both are amazing*

O= Original Hex Girls (Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost) *mainly Thorn (center) and Luna(right side)*

P= Padme (Star Wars)

Q= Queen of Wonderland, White Queen, or Mirana of Marmorea (Alice in Wonderland) *mostly like her for she is played by Anna Hathaway and BONUS looks like a live action Amalthea*

R= Rose (Titanic)

S= She-Hulk (1996’s Incredible Hulk: Animated Series) *Cree Summer too a crush*

T= Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

U= Underworld Persephone (Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief)

V= Vampire Mina (Bram Stoker Dracula) *mention honestly wanted to find a way to mention Winona Ryder as such a huge crush, plus Winona in red dress so beautiful*

W= Wonder Woman (DC Comics, yet mostly Gal Gadot version)

X= Xavier, Charles (Marvel Comics, yet James McAvoy version, and yes I do not mind if someone needs a wheelchair)

Y= Yum-Yum (The Thief and the Cobbler)

Z= Zoe (Firefly+Serenity) * and Wash, as both have such an adorable relationship*

It is very apparent to me I have a type in both women and men. As well, yes, I still have major crushes on the live action character's thespian. I mean dang I was not expecting such types, but one of my friends did observe I tend to like Jewish, Middle Eastern, French, and Indian women, and men twinks XD (often Untied Kingdom). Dyed hair not picky on gender though, as a good look all around.

[sailtomarina]

I’d Give It All Up

Theirs was a fire that burned high, all consuming in its obsession. Mind altering. They lost their heads in the thick of it, turning their attentions wholly onto one another and forgetting the world outside.

Obligations: they both had them. She, to a man who waited for her, had been waiting for her since they were barely out of childhood. He, to a family and faceless fiancée that expected the heir to do as he had been raised to do.

Promises: the words they’d given to those same others in their lives. Words uttered in complete sincerity…at the time. Words that were now a distant memory, a whisper of what could have been.

Plans: once they had each known exactly the paths that laid before him. Careers, marriages, the same friends and the same faces at every holiday function. Predictable. Safe.

A cage.

Now, her mouth moved against his, hands glided across skin, teeth and lips marked paths against flesh that they wouldn’t magic away for all the gold in the world. Hermione was reminded of the Lestrange vault, the coins that cascaded their malignant revenge on a would-be thief, only this burn was one she’d asked for, one she’d crave again and again for as long as Draco breathed and walked and called her his own. Maybe even beyond then.

He’d made it impossible to ignore him over the past year. First, he was persistent in his gratitude towards her. The testimony she’d given on his behalf had been the final push needed to nudge him beyond the bars of Azkaban. He started with donations to her most passionate causes, then moved to supporting every one of the bills she presented to the Wizengamot. The Malfoy name by itself didn’t hold much stock in the opinions of the Wizarding world anymore, but their money did. Even after reparations, their coffers overflowed with more wealth than he could ever hope to spend within several lifetimes. When she caught wind of his involvement, oh, how she’d threatened and raged. She didn’t need his money, she said. She didn’t want justice bought with an exchange of coins. 

He’d moved on to tangential avenues out of her periphery. The good he did elsewhere inevitably affected her causes for the better, and it took her a surprisingly long time to find the connection. Again with the yelling, her Howlers finding their mark every time. She didn’t realise he cherished the sound of her voice, no matter the tone. He continued to do as he pleased, and she continued to owl him.

Eventually, the nature of their correspondence changed.

Not too long after, she accepted his invitation to launch a new organisation, one aimed at a matter she’d long held close, but never dared hope to see a reality. At least, not in her lifetime.

Accidental touches, convenient closeness as one read over the other’s shoulder, an increasing frequency in meetings over meals where not a second of conversation was spent on the intended topic.

Then, their first kiss. She’d later say he stole it. If Draco was asked, he’s say she asked him for it.

She ignored him for nearly a month after, burning the envelopes before they could even touch her desk, sending a liaison in her place anytime both of their attendance was required. But Draco was nothing if not persistent, and he cornered her when she least expected it in the midst of a squall that nearly tore London to pieces. She couldn’t disapparate without taking him with her, those hands she both loathed and adored holding fast, his head bent down to look at her, always her.

He bared all to her, his hopes, his dreams. Every single one of them included her. Every single one of them matched the desires she’d been too cowardly to voice. Hearing them aloud, rain-soaked and somehow warm despite the chill in the air, Hermione felt her resolve firm and take root. This was the moment. She could shake him loose and continue the course she’d set long ago for herself.

Or.

She disapparated, and he went with her.

WC 685

Cross-posted to Tumblr and AO3 (eventually)

Writing prompt “I’d Give It All Up” taken from Twitter account DramionePrompts.

This was a bit of an experiment in avoiding dialogue, as well as my first go at not using the actual prompt in words, but as inspiration for what followed. I know this won’t be up everyone’s alley, but I like it. Hopefully it’ll help get me out of the slump I’ve been in lately.