#hp darkfic

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[deaddovediner]

Dirty Little Secret (!dad Lucius Malfoy x !daughter reader)

warnings/triggers: Incest, Fingering, Sex, Creampie, Choking, Daddy kink, Just overall filth once again.

word count: 2011

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Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

You were at Hogwarts all day and there wasn't much to do since it was getting near to one of the breaks where you could finally go home. It was a boring day, except at potion brewing class, Snape decided to subtract points from the Slytherins because you and Fred were causing trouble, as always. 

After classes you went to the girls dorm and started packing your stuff, it was only two days left till the break. Draco said he was already done packing and that you should most definetly start packing sooner or later cause dad will hear about it if not. So with a big sigh you grabbed one of your luggages and sorted out what you can already pack in there. Hours passed and everyone in your room filled in, a few girls packing, others chatting, exchanging the newest rumors and giggling. Gladly after some time you were done with most of the packing and only left out what you needed for these two days ahead.

The days flew by and a few blinks later those two days were gone and you were in a wagon with Draco on the train back to home. Draco was a pain in the ass the whole trip, but you grew up to bear him, he's not the brother everyone would like to have, yet he has his own advantages, which means advantages for you, too.

"Can you just shut the fuck up for once? Someone's trying to sleep here, if you haven't noticed." You point to yourself as you lay on one side of the wagon. You make a mental note to never again agree to be in the same wagon as your brother, or you'll eventually kill eachother.

"I will never understand why dad loves you better- but fine, I'll keep my thoughts to myself. You're no fun." He finally turned away and took out a book to read, you closed your eyes and let yourself float to sleep. However that comment Draco made about you and dad made you smirk before you finally gave in to the slumber.

~~^^~~

When you woke the train already arrived and so you grabbed your bag and luggages then went to search for Lucius, your dad. He was standing near the train station, Draco by his side. They looked so alike, the white blond hair you also had and the green eyes, it was impossible to think otherwise. Lucius waved at you and it made you smile; you always loved your dad. He was the best, well, with you.

The two of you had a secret relationship besides all the family drama, sometimes the two of you would meet up in his office to blow off some steam and forget life for an hour or two. It was always consensual but that doesn't mean it wasn't kinky, you still called him dad or even daddy just to remind him of what you two are doing. He would react wild to it and you loved that, even just at the thought, you were getting wet.

"Hi dad! I missed you-" You walked up and greeted him, along with a small peck on the cheek, 'stay innocent- for now.' your thoughts drifting to those good times, you can't wait for them to be reality again, but you'll have to wait, you can't just french him in public, so you kept those naughty thoughts at bay.

Every minute, second that went by seemed like hours. Once you arrived at the malfoy mansion it was like stepping through the gates of heaven, you let out a sigh and inhaled the smell of your childhood, it was beautiful for one second, of course Draco had to come and ruin it.

"What are you doing shit head?! Are you going to stand there all day? If so let me just hang my clothes on you-"

"Draco Malfoy! Leave your sister alone, I'm sure she's tired from the long ride and does not want to hear you running your mouth. Go to your room, pack out, then go ask your mother if there is anything you could help with, she was whining all week that she needs a man around the house when I'm at work. Be useful for once-" Lucius interrupted him and you couldn't help but grin at Draco, it was a satisfactory to not be under his control whatsoever since dad would keep him away from you. You were his little girl, his everything and Draco knew, not about the sex though.

Draco left to do as he was told and you didn't wanted to waste a single other second, so you practically threw yourself at Lucius. Your hands all over him while kissing, there was hunger in that kiss, he wanted this just as much as you did. It was beautiful, to be so vulnerable and open to him, at last he pulled away from the passionate kiss.

"Darling~ We don't want anyone to see us... Go wait for me in my office, dad will come in a few minutes- be ready for me, sweetheart." A little pout made him smile but you didn't whine and did as you were told.

His office was just as it always was, messy yet sorted through. Your panties were already soaked, needy for daddy's dick. Impatience took over you so you sat in his chair and undressed into lingerie, a few fingers massaging the wet fabric of your panties. You didn't notice when Lucius came into the room, but while you were touching yourself you felt him kiss your neck from behind the chair. A small shiver went down your spine at the thought of him watching you masturbating in his chair.

"Keep going sweetie- I love seeing you like this, so needy, so beautiful for dad..." He whispered into your ear and went back to devouring your neck, placing soft and fierce kisses everywhere. A small moan left your mouth without noticing, the only thing you noticed was that his hand was now helping yours to find the pleasure you were aching for.

His hand slipped into your panty and you made a guttural moan, your body jerking towards his hand by reflex. His other hand coming up to cover over your mouth, muffled moans against his calloused hand were the only sound besides the sloppy sounds of him fingering you. You could feel his breath against you ear as he stood behind the chair.

"Come for me, I know you're almost there, I can feel the way you cling to my fingers-" You didn't need more, but just to make sure you will come, he curled his fingers just right. A single tear slid down your face at the pure pleasure and he licked it off of your face. You rode out the rest of the orgasm, aftershocks hitting you here and there.

"Good girl- now, I need you to give me your safe word, the usual." He praised in that sweet tone.

"Morsmordre. Don't worry dad, I'm sure we'll not have to use it- I've been thinking about this for the last week. No one fucks as good as you do, daddy."  Your voice is breathy, still affected from the orgasm, but he nodded and smirked at you.

"Lay on the table, your back should be to me, let me see that ass." Without further ado you obeyed him, you lay there on his office table, stomach against it and legs apart. "You're so beautiful, my little girl."

He didn't warn you before intruding your pussy, a yelp of both pain and pleasure came out of you but you held your place. He grabbed your hands and put them behind your back, clutching them together with one hand of his as he started to move in you. So you were plastered against the desk, his cock moving in and out of you slowly at first but each thrust became harder and faster. 

"Ah- fuck me dad! Ahm-" Words were hard to form when it felt so good to be under him this way. He didn't needed to be told twice though, and kept up with his pace, his hand sometimes spanking your ass, the sting compensating with the amount of pleasure he's making you feel. The way his hard cock draws out from deep inside you only to be thrusted back again, and again. It's like heaven and hell at the same time, his rough touch besides the fullfiling feeling of getting fucked, like the angels and devils made this sensation too good to be true.

"I heard you are a trouble maker at school. I should punish you for that-" He let go of your clasped hands and pulled out of you before you could reach your orgasm. You whined and stood from the table turning around.

"Snape hates me- I swear I wasn't doing that much trouble."

"That much? So you were causing some trouble, you're a naughty daughter. Dad must punish you now." And with that he picked you up into his arms, your legs went around his torso and you could feel his hard dick between the two of you.

"You will not get to come until you promise me to be a good girl in school!" He positioned himself to your wet opening and thrusted back in, a yelp of pleasure left you but it got cut off cause he wrapped a hand around your throat to keep you silenced. "For now, you'll have some time to think about it..." His other hand was cupping your ass to keep you on him. Your hand ran through his soft and long white-blond hair, he kept thrusting in and out of you, each time hitting that sweet and soft spot that made you shudder; but he never made enough friction to make you cum, just like he said.

He completely cut off your circulation and only let you gasp in precious air so much. It was all too much yet not enough at the same time. A few sloppy minutes passed like that after you nodded viciously, too needy to think about anything else then to finally cum again. He let go of your throat and waited for your answer.

"I-" Thrust. "Promise," Thrust. "to be" Thrust. "a good girl." That was all he needed to hear and he kissed you harsh. The hand that was on your throat before making a descend to circle against your clit, he knew how you liked it, soft and slowly a complete opposite as to how he's fucking you.

Your body needed nothing more to succumb to the pleasure he was denying you of before. Not long after you turned to nothing less but liquid he filled you up with his own fluids. The two of you staying in that position for some seconds, calming down from the pure ecstasy. 

He pulled out of you and not even a second after his semen started dripping out of you, making you smile. With a soft kiss on your forehead he let go of you and opened his drawer, the one that was for the two of you, it always had a few towels and toys, it's like a little secret drawer, full of fun things. 

Lucius went into the adjoined bathroom and came back with a now wet towel, it was cute that each time you two had sex, he cleaned you up and made sure that you're okay. Now was no different either, the wet towel made a soft contact with your skin and it made you tremble just a bit, the sensation so much different from the earlier minutes. With a long relaxed sigh you let him take care of you.

"I love you dad. Thank you." Once he was done cleaning both himself and you, you hugged him. No one knows how good of a dad he is but you, and that made you both sad and happy. Sad because no one will give him credit for being so good to you, and happy because he was all yours, and this was your small little dirty secret. He hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too, sweetie."

[mundrakan]

HP Rec fest 7

The best of your OTP...

Turmoil. Turmoil, turmoil, turmoil. From my bestest @metalomagnetic .

It's a snack as it deserves to be. Snarky, mean, with lots of edges and dark corners. It's hard, dark and mean. The end is definitely a gut-punch I didn't see coming, but that only makes it better.

Give it a read, a kudos, a comment.

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I love this fic! This is my fav blackcest pairing :D idk what that says about me and i really dont want to know but also thistlecat's fault. dirtybadhotwrongintense.

Day 26: A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about

Alphard’s Favorite

@thistlecatfics on tumblr | thistlecat on AO3 • 5k, M • Sirius/Peter

Rec: godddd sirius/peter!! sirius/peter!! the most oil-and-water of the four marauders. there's so much to dig into there, in the canon-never-intended-this-but-it's-not-not-canon-compliant grey area of fic, and this story does it so well. leveraging throwaway story details to explore complicated character dynamics so compellingly. i love watching those disaster investigation shows, and this is kind of like those made into fic. you know it can't go anywhere good, you know how it's ending and yet you can't look away. AND EVEN THOUGH YOU SEE IT coming from a mile away, that last sentence is just 💥.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37737496

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Come To Me

Draco couldn’t sleep anymore. Every time he tried, he saw the dead lurking behind his eyes. The giant snake as it devoured people whole. The muggles his aunt had slaughtered whilst cackling fitfully into the air. The flashes of green light all around him as people fell to the ground, their empty faces staring up at the sky.

Now, every night he waited for his housemates to go to sleep, and he crept out to the common room to sit in the cool silence. It was his favourite place to be at this hour. Barely any light filtered through the depths of the lake, but he resisted the urge to light the lamps. His eyes soon adjusted to the dark.

If he was lucky, his tired mind would get distracted by the various lake dwellers and he would drift off to sleep in peace.

The last thing he expected was for her to come swimming through the green towards him. She was naked, her pert breasts floating in the water as she moved. Her hair flowed behind her in a diaphanous sheet that curled around hypnotically. The strangest part, however, was that her lower half now comprised of a long blue-green tail. The iridescent scales glinted off whatever light had managed to filter down.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring. He should have. He shouldn’t want this, but he was a young eighteen-year-old man and Hermione Granger had at some point, turned into a beautiful young woman, even if she did currently have a tail. His feet took him toward the glass, as he found himself incapable of looking away.

It was then that he heard it.

A song.

It bled through the glass in lilting and sombre tones as it spoke to him.

“Come to me.”

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@hprecfest. Day 21. Theme - A thought provoking fic

Brown Sugar by eldritcher

Voldemort/Tom Riddle (Diary). 74800 words. Rated M.

The ultimate Voldemort fic for me! A fic about the loss of humanity during war. A brilliant and chilling masterpiece.

Voldemort's sanity is getting worse. Meanwhile the Malfoys made a "boy" from the Diary. He gets really attached to this boy who doesn't get scared by him. Just when the love story is starting, he is captured by the Order when Snape betrays him.

The writing is devastating. The psychology for Voldemort, Dumbledore and Harry are brilliant. It's super tempting to call this Dark!Harry except he is still the same Harry destroyed by a long war. Also Snape & Voldemort with the Daniel & Nebuchadnezzar dynamic is everything.

The incisiveness in plot/characterization in this fic is something I haven't really seen in my reading before. It doesn't hold back. It is intense, brutal, disturbing, filled with blood and history, just gets under your skin unforgettable, exactly what it needs to be. The fic has a cathartic bittersweet ending.

"Do you know the tale of Nebuchadnezzar?" he pressed on, reaching out to clasp my tense fingers. It was a tale of hubris. He had spoken of his might, of his fair city of Babylon. And God had taken offense. "Thy kingdom is departed from thee. And they shall drive thee from men, and thy dwelling shall be with the beasts of the fields; they shall make thee eat grass as oxen, and seven times shall pass over thee." I had been a spirit broken fleeing from snake to mice to snake, desperate and unable to sustain myself through magic or mind. I had been nothing, except endless anguish and madness and fear. "I know the tale of Nebuchadnezzar very well," I admitted quietly.

art source Nebuchadnezzar by Arthur Boyd

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▸ A FAITHFUL COMPANION⌇sirius black.

› pairing ━ ꒰ dark!sirius black x muggle!reader ꒱

› in which ━ ꒰ a black dog seems to keep you company wherever you go. ꒱

› content warning + notes ━ ꒰ stalking ; obsessive tendencies ; swearing ; breaking & entering ; violence & blood ; degradation (not specifically sexual) ; allusions to kidnapping ; reader is in college/university ; etc. i felt like sirius would totally use his animagus abilities to his advantage (if he was a yandere), so here is this fic. ꒱

› word count ━ ꒰ 2 . 8k ꒱

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A BLACK DOG.

That was the first thing your eyes laid upon when you exited the decrepit old vehicle that was the bus that took you to and from your college. A single, average-sized, black dog.

You'd always had a certain fondness for animals. From infancy to adulthood, this was a fact that didn't change. Cats, bunnies, birds, dogs ━ it didn't matter the kind. All that mattered is that you could pet it. You'd since, of course, learned that not all pets or animals were one for such forms of affection, but you nevertheless adored them all the same.

You didn't think much of the dog after you began making your way back to your home, only really took notice of it when you caught it in the corner of your eye, trailing behind you by a few meters. Were it not for the late hour or the fact that you were walking on your own, you may not have been so paranoid as to look behind you every once in a while, and, by extension, notice the animal, but you were glad you did.

You slowed down, and so did the dog. Strange, you thought, but you supposed animals were simply like that. You then continued, and noticed that it too resumed its leisure pace.

So, making the decision to act off of impulse, you paused your walking once again, before turning around and squatting down, offering the creature a friendly demeanor. The dog seemed to understand your openness, as it then approached, smelling the fist you extended towards it and allowing you to give it a good scratch behind the ears.

It was, most likely, very unsanitary of you do do this ━ the animal could have had all sorts of diseases or aggressive tendencies, but you'd always loved animals to a fault, so you decided to take the risk.

The dog's fur was remarkably soft, you realized, as you brushed your fingers against it. Much softer than that of a wild dog would be, or a stray, at the very least. Perhaps the animal was lost.

"Hey, little guy. Do you know where your home is?"

The dog, of course, did not respond, but you let out a small chuckle as it leaned into your touch and even went so far as to try to lick your face. This, you tried to avoid, wanting to maintain some level of safety and cleanliness, but the animal managed to give you one good kiss after numerous attempts.

"You're an affectionate one, aren't you?" You murmured under your breath, shaking your head. "Well, you're cute, but I'm going to have to head back home. Hope you find yours, buddy."

You gave the dog an affectionate few pats on the head before standing up fully and resuming your walk, not aware of the fact of the figure that then trailed behind you carefully, now hidden by a veil of darkness.

* * *

The next time you saw the dog, exiting the bus as you always did, you felt an eerie sense of deja vu pass over you.

That was, of course, until you realized that this very situation had occurred only the day prior. Still, it almost unnerved you ━ the way the animal sat so perfectly still. Were it not for the occasional breeze that brushed its fur in an almost imperceptible manner, you would have been sure it was a statue.

"A creature of habit, huh?" You mused as you stared at the animal in some attempt to soothe the odd feeling that was growing in your stomach.

The dog followed you, closer this time, and you didn't bother it. Despite the irregular nature of the whole ordeal, you supposed that if this dog was at your side, it would hopefully ward off any unwanted interactions with strangers or people with malicious intent. You never knew the true intention of people these days.

And so, days passed on like this, and a sort of companionship blossomed. The dog would appear in the same place at the very same time every day, and it would accompany you on your walk home. And, although your were originally slightly apprehensive towards the animal, you grew a quick liking to it. Its presence made you feel safer during what once were your lonesome walks home, and the animal itself was rather friendly.

It never seemed to follow you to your doorstep, however, always disappearing the moment before your house became visible. And, in a sense, for this you were glad. You'd most likely feel too guilty to deny the animal shelter if it pleaded with you on your doorstep for such, even though you hadn't the money or the space for it. So, for now, the brief but frequent walks were sufficient.

* * *

You sat in the large, imposing library of your college, chewing on the edge of your pen as a matter of habit. Before you on the table sat several pages of lined paper, the likes of which you were supposed to have an essay written upon in no less than a week.

"Shit."

You cursed perhaps too loudly, as a few heads turned your way, though no one made any comment as to reprimand you. It was rather unfortunate that every word seemed to echo ━ that every sound seemed to reverberate in the large building. The walls were high and the ceiling curved into a sort of arc, though as beautiful as it was, the architecture seemed to be the main cause of this. It made everyone inside of the library keenly aware of every word uttered ━ every sound made.

It was as a result of this that you'd been struggling for the past hour or so to write down so much as a single sentence. You'd gone to the library to have some peace and quiet, but you seemed to have neither.

Your eyes darted about the room, looking for something to focus on, something to ground you. The rain ━ yes, that would be it. Your eyes wandered over to the large window that occupied the wall beside you, and you did your very best to pay attention to the pitter-patter of the raindrops. You'd always found a certain calmness accompanied the rain.

It was, then, by watching the window so very intently that you spotted a black figure in the distance, unmoving amongst the chaos that was the rainstorm. In some attempt to discern what it was that stood there, you leaned forward in your seat ━ not that it was of much help, of course ━ and squinted your eyes.

It was a dog, you realized.

A black one, you suspected, though you couldn't be very sure as the fog and rain distorted its color, but of this much you were certain: it was a dog, and it was staring right at you, sitting perfectly still.

Instantly, you imagined it must have been the black dog that so often followed you, but you quickly realized that the distance from your college to the bus stop was too considerable a trudge, so you concluded it must have been a different mutt that had found itself upon the grounds of your beloved college.

Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that it looked so hauntingly familiar.

When the rain finally cleared up, the dog was gone, and you wondered if it was a trick of the light, or an image your own mind had conjured up. It was of no importance, however, you quickly reminded yourself, as you remembered the papers in front of you. Work, they seemed to whisper. Write something. And yet you couldn't seem to get the image of that dog out of your mind.

When you took the bus back home, having wasted an entire afternoon, the black dog was there to greet you, and you let it.

And so, days passed, and eventually weeks, and eventually months. And with the time, the black dog ━ the name of which you still did not know in spite of the amount of time you'd spent with it ━ became a familiar presence, one that seemed to follow you in the most peculiar of places ━ from your bus station to the outside of your bedroom window to perhaps, even, following you inside of your college campus.

Of course, some of the times you'd seen the dog you were sure were figments of your imagination, but you found it odd all the same ━ how this one dog seemed to infiltrate your mind so powerfully. You loved animals, yes, but you'd never realized to what extent ━ and you surely never expected that your mind would conjure up this creature everywhere you went. You'd certainly never expected to begin hallucinating the poor thing.

After yet another long day of schoolwork, you stepped off of your bus, your eyes almost immediately searching for that black dog that had so quickly became your partner ━ one you never found. Your eyes narrowed as you scrutinized the landscape before you, which now seemed barren without the creature.

It felt strange now, walking home completely alone, but you supposed that the dog may have found its home or had wandered off to somewhere new, and for this you could not be mad. You could only hope that the creature was now safe, wherever it was.

You let out a soft sigh as you felt the hardwood floor of your home underneath you and swung the door shut behind you, collapsing on your small couch. Your legs ached from the walk from the bus ━ one that was always far too long for your liking. You desperately wished that it could simply drop you off to your front door, but, alas, you were a struggling college student, and such luxuries were not ones you could afford.

After spending what you thought of as a considerable amount of time resting, you stood up with the intention to heat up some food ━ leftovers, most likely, as you'd hardly eaten all day. On your path to do so, however, you felt your stomach sink upon noticing a man in your kitchen, his back to you as he stared at an object you could not yet discern.

You stood, paralyzed for all but a moment, though it didn't take long for him to sense your presence, and to turn around, a devilish grin painting his features.

The man seemed to be about your age, perhaps slightly older, with long, dark hair, brilliant blue eyes and rather distinct look about him. You did not know how or why, but instantly you knew that he was no normal man ━ not in the slightest. Something was off about him, something equal parts alluring and eerie.

"Who are you?" Your words came out in a rather weak manner, and you wanted to hit yourself for sounding so vulnerable in front of this most likely dangerous stranger who had, for some reason, broken into your house. You weren't quite sure why he was here, of course ━ you didn't have anything of real value stored away in your home.

The man in question titled his head at you, as if observing your expression, before returning his gaze to the object in his hand ━ a picture frame, you realized. One you'd placed on the counter with the intent of moving long ago, though you'd never really had the time or put in the effort to do so.

"You muggles and your silly questions. Why does it matter who I am? If I were you, I'd be asking why I'm here."

Your brows furrowed at his words. Muggles? What on earth were those?

"Why ━ why are you here?"

At the question, the man's smile only seemed to grow. He did not reply, however, instead opting to continue staring at the picture in his hands.

"I don't know why you chose to live in such filth. I've never seen a wizard occupying such a small, dirty home. Tell me, Y/n ━ do you wish for your life to change?"

Wizard. The word rang in your ears, loud and clear. This was a madman you were speaking to, surely. What was he on about?

And ━ moreover, how did he know your name?

"I... wha..?" The more questions you had, the more they seemed to impede your question-asking abilities. You could hardly get a word out.

"I could buy you a much better home than this. Much bigger, cleaner. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Something luxurious."

His words were confusing. A house? Why would he buy a house? You felt as though you were lacking some crucial piece of information.

"Why are you here? Please, just ━ you can take anything you want. Just ━ please, leave," you finally managed to say.

The man raised an eyebrow, his head raising to stare at you. He looked almost amused. "Excuse me?"

"Please ━ please leave. Or I'll ━ I'll call the police."

"The police? What are those?"

Your brows furrowed. "I'm not ━ this isn't a joke. I'll have you fucking arrested ━ I'll do it if you don't... Just, get out of my home."

"No need for such harsh words, love. And we needn't escalate this so quickly. I don't plan on harming you."

"Then why are you here?"

Once again, that devilish smirk returned, but this time with a response to your question. "To take you to somewhere... better."

"Who are you?" Your mind was now buzzing, but you wanted answers. This man seemed to know something about you, and you wanted ━ needed to know what, a need that seemed to transcend your practical thoughts. You should have already called the police by now.

"Sirius Black."

"How do you know who I am?"

The man ━ Sirius, took a step forward, and you in turn took a step back. He then frowned.

"You muggles aren't very bright, are you? Or is that just you?"

"What?"

"I've known who you are for a long time now, Y/n. I've been... watching you. Up close and from afar. I suppose you could say you've caught my eye."

"What do you want from me?"

"Want?" Sirius echoed. "I do not want anything from you, my dear. What I want is to help you, is all. Now, whether you accept that help or not is entirely up to you."

"And... if I don't?"

"Then I'll simply have to see to it that you do."

You tried to control your breathing, which had grown increasingly erratic from his cryptic responses. Your eyes darted about your kitchen until finally you spotted your telephone, on the right wall, behind Sirius.

Shit.

He seemed to pick up on what you were doing as his eyes followed your line of sight. "I wouldn't do anything if I were you. It'll be easier for both you and I if you cooperate."

You bit the inside of your cheek. You had to try. Your eyes searched for something to use ━ a weapon of sorts. It found no other than a plant vase that sat on the counter, but within reach. Unconventional, you supposed, but you didn't have many other options.

In a single, ragged motion, you ran towards Sirius before hitting his head with the vase and ━ to your partial surprise (you hadn't swung with very much force) ━ shattering it completely. You tried not to pay mind to the stinging on your hand or the small but numerous shards that had embedded themselves into your arm as you ran towards the phone. Your hands trembled as you tried to tap the numbers 9-1-1, but just as your finger brushed against final one, a harsh force pushed you against the ground.

Sirius loomed above your now bloodied form, a dangerous expression on his face. His eyes were wide with the kind of paranoia that made your heart skip a beat. He looked beastly ━ almost animal-like as he bent down, hovering only inches above you.

"See what happens when you don't cooperate? Look at the mess you made. I was going to be nice. But now look at what you've done ━ " You shivered as his hands came to caress your cheeks, softly at first, before then digging into your skin with his unnaturally sharp nails. You bit back a whimper.

"Yes ━ nice, I was going to be very nice. But you've ruined it all, you stupid muggle. But that's fine. Your cooperation isn't needed. I only hoped for it."

He then took out an oddly shaped wooden stick ━ or something of that sort from his pocket. Sirius smiled wildly, as a predator would upon catching their prey.

"Sweet dreams, my dear. I suppose we can only hope you are ready for what comes next."

And then, everything went dark.

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FAQs

Help! I love angst but I can't go too dark. Be clear about this when you sign up, so the person gifting you a work can work within your likes and dislikes. This fest is for people that love angst or dark works. The only content we can't accept is tooth-rotting fluff. How dark does my work have to be? All themes must be angsty, grey, or dark. The level of darkness will be dependent on your giftee's dislikes and your own comfort level. Not all works need to be Dead Dove here; in fact, most probably won't be. When you sign up, be sure to tell us what you like to write and what you absolutely will not write. This will help us match you with someone appropriate.

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Rec twins today <3 I love those fics :D

@hprecfest: a fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about

And Mine the Gall

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Rated: E. Words: 5,505. Sequel to In Infinite Remorse of Soul (Albus/Severus, Harry/Severus).

It's one thing to deny oneself; it's another to be denied. In which Albus learns (again) that sins of omission have consequences, even unto the next generation; and that what he denied to Severus shall be visited upon Harry.

These 2 fics are dark and delicious and AMAZING AND PERFECT AND I'm obsessed and will think about them forever. It also features a line that has lived rent free in my head fOR YEARS.

"Severus," he sobs, an explosion of defeat, because the love that will poison his life has a name.

See my other recs here!

[freya-fallen]

Sneak Peek of Scheherazade ch 19

“Right,” said Tom, who had hardly spoken the entire meeting. “You are dismissed.”

Hermione tutted at the way he summarily shooed out the Prefects, folding her arms across her chest as she stared him down. “What on earth are you doing? They might’ve had questions.”

“Any of the older students who have questions are idiots and any of the new Prefects can ask the older ones,” he explained, turning toward her to mirror her body language. “I wanted time alone with you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve had time alone with me.”

“Not really; it’s all been while at the orphanage or during travel. I want alone time with you.” Tom took a step closer and Hermione suddenly realized she was against a wall and could get no further from him. “Is that so wrong?”

“Why?” she asked, color coming to her cheeks as he stepped closer again, within arms’ reach of her. Another step and he cupped her cheek.

“My dear Hermione, there are so many reasons I prefer to be alone in your company. Would you like me to count them?” He was against her now, their bodies brushing; her heart hammered against her ribcage as though to escape.

“I don’t… what if someone comes in?”

“No one is due to come for another forty-five minutes and Slughorn is so often tardy,” Tom murmured into her ear. He tipped her head up, dark eyes boring into hers. “Now, shall I recount all the reasons I would like to be alone with you? Or will you accept it as truth?”

Her pupils had blown wide; she hadn’t seen much of this side of Tom, just hints of it. Now, he was staring down at her with lustful avarice that caused a strange burning sensation across her body. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was not something she thought they should indulge.

“Speechless?” He hummed. “Let’s see what else your mouth can do.”

She almost laughed at that. It was like a line from one of Maryanne’s bodice rippers; the books all featured shirtless wizards on the cover and had titles like The Duke’s Mistress or The Magic Between Them. Before she could gather the nerve, Tom’s lips were pressed against hers, coaxing them apart so his tongue could dip into her mouth.

He slid one hand into the curls at the base of her skull and tightened and Hermione groaned. Tom’s other arm wrapped around her waist. She was enfolded by him, absorbed, and it was not an unpleasant feeling.

When he finally lifted his mouth from hers so that they may catch their breath, we smiled. “Isn’t it nice to be alone, Hermione?”

“I suppose,” she said, her voice caught in her throat so only a whisper came out.

He descended again, this time kissing down her jaw to her throat and Hermione thought sparks might have been going off in the compartment; they certainly were behind her eyes. Where Tom Riddle had learned to do this she did not know, but she wouldn’t put it past him to have read about seducing women the same way he would any topic in order to put it to use on her.

“Tom, we can’t—”

“Can’t what?” He pulled away enough she could see his face again, his lips pink and swollen. “It isn’t as though we are having sex.”

[magpiefngrl]

HP Rec Fest Days 9-11

© Ian Schneider

It's super late but I've had a frantic December and now that I'm on hols, I thought, well, why not talk about some fics I love even if I missed the deadlines? Never too late for that, and some people might discover something new and fun to read.

(most of these are going to be fairly old fics, mind you)

Day 9: A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)

Step after Step by tofsla (Madame Hooch/Irma Pince, 6 fics in total on AO3) DELETED :(((

Beautifully written, with a great Irma voice.

Burned Silk, Buckled Leather by @ruinsplume (Sirius/Draco, 129 fics in total on AO3).

Hot, beautiful, profound. A stunning work.

Day 10: A fest fic

with exactness grinds he all by thistle_verse

This is my absolute favourite, both as a fest fic but also one of my faves of all time. But I love sooooo many fest fics, it was incredibly hard to choose. Here's a few others:

The Sleeping Beauty Curse by who_la_hoop Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks

Re: Harry's Crush by @lettersbyelise

Death Dreams by @writcraft

Day 11: A dark fic

Distortion by DorthyAnn

Darkfic, twisted, a series of bad decisions one after the other but with clear, understandable motives behind them. Absolutely thrilling.

Powerful Men by Frayach

Phenomenal. Awesome voice. Angsty as fuck. Outsider POV with Harry and Draco far in the background.

Thank you @hprecfest for this initiative!

(All my recs here)

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I really love Frabjous and The Headmaster! <3 Those are two fics I love a lot but also really scared to rec because I don't think I can do them justice. Your recs are brilliant like always!!! <3

Frabjous was written for me. I love that fic but it's really hard for me to write a good rec for it because I love it too much and get emotional about it and emotionally writing a rec for a complicated fic doesn't really work out for me because I can't even words :/ Eldritcher is insane for a lot of things but I got to see their working style when they were writing this because we had some discussions about Snape's characterization. I got to be Snape Consultant on that fic :D They did an insanely detailed storyboarding for Snape/Aberforth, Snape/McGonagall, Snape/Albus, Snape/Charity as well as Snape & Malfoys, Snape & Voldemort relationships for that fic. Also the prose. They made it more descriptive because they know I am a sucker for it. <3

The Headmaster by kellychambliss is a brilliant fic! I love that one a lot! It gives me serious Hitchcock vibes. It's an intense fic. 100% dark and delicious. I didn't know it was written for a fest. Need to check out the other Deeply Horrible fics :D The Year of the Thestral by perverseidyll actually gives me The Headmaster vibes on some level. The Snape/McGonagall relationship is pretty different but the Snape characterization esp the "methodically de-humanizes himself" DH vibes have a similar feel :/ Gosh. Also the Snape characterization itself is pretty different from the general characterization in Kelly's other fics which works for this plot 100%. It's an incredible intense fic.

HP Rec Fest -- Day 11

Prompt 11: A dark fic @hprecfest

O Frabjous Day

Characters: Aberforth Dumbledore, Charity Burbage, Harry Potter, Severus Snape

Pairing: Aberforth/Severus

Creator: eldritcher

Rating: M/R

Word Count: 5,169

Summary: Snape sabotages The Plan.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Yet another wonderful piece by eldritcher, this one written for consistentsquash, this is a gorgeous, painful story of beautiful, ruined people.

I love the way the story subverts canon (and Albus's plans), and every line oozes with delicious obervations, particularly when Snape contemplates his Dark Lord.

The author uses second-person POV here, and it works because this Severus is such an unsparing observer of everyone, but especially of himself.

Only Right

Character: Dolores Umbridge

Creator: @kellychambliss

Rating: T/PG-13

Word Count: 200

Summary: It's All Hallows' Eve, and Dolores Umbridge is released from Azkaban.

Why You Should Check It Out:

An appropriately chilling little tale of revenge featuring everyone's favorite pink horror, Dolores Umbridge.

The Headmaster

Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Poppy Pomfrey, Severus Snape

Creator: kellychambliss

Rating: M/R

Warnings: torture (mostly offstage)

Word Count: 5,250

Summary:

Decent human beings couldn't or wouldn't do the things the Headmaster was required to do -- ergo, he couldn't be decent.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This fic, written for the 2012 Deeply Horrible fest on LiveJournal, is a painful and masterful exploration of the lengths Severus has to go to to survive both physically and psychologically (as long as he must). It's the literary equivalent of one of those extreme close-ups that makes one unconsciously draw back in one's seat in the movie theater. The reader gets to go along for the ride as Snape methodically de-humanizes himself for the sake of the Greater Good.

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heied anon again. i don't normally roll up to other ppl with my more fucked up ideas but you seem cool!!! so i'm blabbing: have we considered TomEd and that one uhhh love potion thing? How it probably smells like some manner of leather to Tom cuz of Ed and--idk the reverse with Ed, insert idea here.

The idea that like Tom almost wants to try it on Ed. maybe. but he also enjoys their intellectual battle of wills so it's just a quiet fancy in the back of his mind. but if he DOES try it, one must wonder how it affects ed too....

(sorry if that's fucked. i am unfortunately very into darkfic 😔)

(also your recent royed art looking fucking SICK)

my sweet summer anon....I was called the noncon queen on twitter for a (very good) reason. Altho I avoid posting explicit content on here directly, so if the convo takes it there we may have to move to dm or smth hahahaha

love how we barely remember anything about the hp universe, i barely remember there's the smell thing in the first place lmao. Ed's scent being leather is so sexy tho I'd say.

Anyway, intoxicated Ed is interesting, because like Tom, his mind is essentially his weapon, but I imagine Ed wouldn't ever be against being wasted from alcohol or being too open about his emotions so I can imagine Tom wondering what if it isn't booze but love potion?

(ok im back from HP wiki about love potion)

Apparently, Tom Riddle's dad was assumed to be a victim of love potion, so I think he should have quite complicated feelings about using it. for one thing, does making Ed falls into an obsession with him mean Tom wants that? For another thing, if he makes sure it was the love potion rather than whatever bond they have on their own, it'll soothe his anxiety from the possibility of genuinely loving someone (and maybe that is a good thing for him)

I would go with the best of both worlds. Tom used it on Ed once and regretted it lmaooooo

Also im blaming u but now i cant stop thinking about them.... (thank u about the royed comment too btw!)

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Pandemic by eldritcher

Harry/Voldemort. Rated M. 260000 words.

Fest - @hprecfest. Day 14 - A favorite series.

Today's rec is an obvious choice! The first fic I recced :D

"...we, in our imperfections and desperate loneliness, crave to seek and hold and be held, as is the course of human things."

Pandemic is a fic about loneliness, hope and healing. Harry is so lonely during the pandemic and his depression creates an Obscurial.

This is a sweeping epic which shows the mental health and social tolls of the covid pandemic, takes us on a ride through 20th century history of Europe framing it in Wizarding history to underline that we still have the same human wants/needs.

Also a fic about destiny. Delphi's destiny! I have a lot of problems with CC but a big one is about how Voldemort's kid is evil like it's a DNA thing. Pandemic is a brilliant deconstruction of that trope. This is the best Delphi I have read. She is literally The Cursed Child in Job's Coffin. Job's Coffin is the name for the stars at the heart of the constellation of Delphinus "the Dolphin".

Four stars forming the shape of a coffin representing the four men who influenced Delphi (Harry, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald).

Just like how the sentient houses and castles in the Wizarding World are the coffin for the wizards/for magic. Also just like how you don't need magic to be in a coffin because sometimes families are coffins/house of blues like the Dursleys are for Harry.

This is not a story about coffins! This is a story about escaping them!

Catullus 16, which I recced yesterday, uses a lot of One Thousand and One nights stories. Pandemic is literally the story behind the story. It's about Sultan and Scheherazade, about loving the unlovable, about being incredibly incredibly resourceful when you are hopeless. It's about breaking the power of Harry's Obscurial/the power of the Sultan's fears/breaking free from the coffin of loneliness :D Sorry went poetic! But it is a poetic fic!

Obviously this series is really deep and I suck at explaining. So I am going to skip that. I really love the characterizations.

Voldemort is somebody looking for a name/an identity his whole life because his birth identity gives him so much dysphoria. He is pretty selfish but also he loves his daughter. Delphi is incredibly happy/cheerful because he's literally using love magic to make her happy when a lot of tragedies happen. Lily used it to save Harry. The parallels are. Yeah. Fate's gonna go where it's gonna go and Voldemort doesn't want to accept that.

It's people and their loneliness. Dumbledore locked up Grindelwald. Snape is his own coffin. Always! Narcissa Malfoy doesn't really leave the dysfunctional Black family coffin. Harry is lonely because he doesn't want to give anybody a chance if they are not The One.

The finale is intense so you are going to be haunted forever. The ending is bittersweet. Harry and Voldemort are together, Delphi survives. Hawthorn will heal your heart after wrecking it first.

recs I made during this fest

lots of love for paddidi who help me a lot on the complicated recs yesterday and today <3

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HP Rec Fest, Day 11

Darkfic galore for @hprecfest! I rarely have the stomach for gore or body horror but non-con and psychological horror? Sign me up. Love the tension, the disturbing unease, the dream-like feeling of fragmented reality, the fascinating character studies, the delightful shock that comes with a dark ending perfectly executed. Dark fics are usually creative and bold and I respect that, especially when they trigger unexpected feelings I don’t experience often with fic. I prefer thriller/spooky fics over horror but there are many ways a fic can go dark on the psychological side and I wanted to highlight some strong contenders today so pls mind the tags before going forward. On that note, My Bloody Valentine Fest is a great archive to find more dark fics, highly recommend!

Day 11) A dark fic:

Drarry

Forgive Those Who Trespass by Lomonaaeren (E, 135k) - body horror, mutilation, psychological horror

Harry Potter was convinced he had an ordinary, if inconvenient, life. Then Ron and Hermione vanished in the Department of Mysteries. And the only person who may know where they are is a mute Draco Malfoy.

legit one of the most creative and disturbing stories I’ve ever read, this took me way out of my comfort zone with all the body horror (pls check the tags!) but it also gave me emotional comfort in knowing that Harry and Draco were facing hell together. the never ending tension is masterfully built and the premise and resolution just blew my mind. not a fic I plan to reread anytime soon (if ever), but its originality and boldness deserve a major shoutout 👏🏻

Rare pair

hard to sleep (blood is in my dreams) by @swoontodeath (Draco/Death Eaters, Draco/Snape, E, 8k) - gang rape, non-consensual somnophilia, suicidal ideation

While Draco’s mind is asleep, his body is used.

swoons is a fave author with an incredible range so I’m really happy to rec a dark fic of theirs! this is equally hot and terrifying; being inside Draco’s mind in this disturbing scenario is such a wild experience and I love the progression of conflicting feelings here. as a fan of consensual somnophilia I was especially mindblown by the road taken here exploring the edges of rape and self-harm while keeping a fragile balance between Draco’s (coping) will and helplessness. the Snaco moments are truly heartbreaking on both sides and I love the clever twist at the end!

[freya-fallen]

New Tomione alert

Scheherazade - Chapter 1 - FreyaFallen - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]