#hp rain

[revletter]

We all know why Mallow's "HP Rain" is rain, right? Yeah? Ok, just making sure.

Inspired heavily by @nintendonut1 's hilarious drawing of our favorite glass cannon in his normal state, i.e. "about to be on his face". Decided to draw the first panel too so I could use it as my daily Geno on Twitter.

Drew this on my phone in Ibis Paint in bed, because I've been at 1 HP myself for the past few days, but can't stop won't stop. Having more limitations in my art program was kind of grounding. Even if it's not as pretty, as someone who overthinks my art methods constantly, it's probably good for me.

[mimi-samekun]

them: ☔️👨‍❤️‍👨

us: ☂️🌧🙃

[g3othermal3scapism]

Regulus did NOT get the math autism

[rainroses45]

Rain, Please Never Go Away

Description: You try to stop Harry from running into the house and leaving a mess, while he tries to stop the water from escaping. (James Potter x Wife!Reader) (Mom Reader & Harry Potter) A/n: I was watching one of my favorite shows (bluey) and I could not stop crying to this amazing episode so here is my take on it :) NOT EDITED AT ALL Song Inspo: Rainbow - Bluey Warnings: None zip zero nada

"We'll be back darling," James called out to the two of you. The boys had to go finish some paperwork for tomorrows early mission, leaving you alone in the house with your son.

"I don't know why we couldn't have taken the bike," Sirius grumbled from the backseat of the Ford Escort. "It would have been far more exciting than riding this hunk of junk."

"Frankly my dear, I don't give damn," Remus readjusted his rear view mirror starring at his husband in annoyance. "And I quite enjoy having all my bones in tact to answer your question."

"It was one time!" Sirius shouted causing Harry to let out a giggle.

You stood on the front porch of your house with Harry in your arms watching as your three troglodytes argue with one another.

The pot of English Pearls you had outside, hanging from the exterior of the railing, swayed with the wind. The sky was still clear but the wind gave its surprise shower away. "Surely, the storm won't be here till tomorrow," you thought.

"Be careful," you yelled as you saw them begin to pull out of the driveway. Harry waved his hands, shouting continuous "goodbyes" and "I love yous."

"I love you two so much," James smiled as he sent air kisses to Harry and you, his window still rolled down in order to hear your voices.

"We love you to dada!" Harry jumped up and down on your hip trying to see the car over the tall trees. All that could be heard as a response was a couple of laughs and coos for the young five year boy.

"Okay angel, I'm going to go start on dinner," you carried him inside, closing the door behind you. "Would you like to help or would you like to go play?"

"Can I play in living room?" He asked, looking at your hair as he fiddled with the strands. You thanked Godric he no longer had the habitat of pulling your hair anymore.

"Of course love," you set him down on the carpet, before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

You opened the pantry to see what you could make tonight. Maybe a soup, or some sandwiches - in the end you decided to make tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Just as you finished cutting off the crust of Harry's sandwich, you heard the strum of pitter patters on the window. Quickly you looked out the window above the kitchen sink and saw that the sky had darken. Without a second thought you grabbed the empty laundry basket near the sofa and ran outside.

A confused Harry followed along behind you, soon falling behind as he mesmerized at the water coming down from the clouds. He soon dashed his way to happy green grass and enjoyed the rain drops.

You on the other hand headed to the side of the house, quickly pulling down the clothes from the clips on the line and shoving them into the basket. "Out of all the days it decided to rain, why on earth now?" You muttered as you tried to take down all the clothes as fast as you could, laughing a bit at James's soaked unicorn boxers.

"Mum can we play in the rain?" Harry asked as he spun around on the grass looking up at the rain falling from the sky.

"Just for a while darling, I don't want you to get sick," you replied before entering the house and placing all the clothes in the mud room. You stretched them out on the counters before heading outside to watch Harry.

The gentle fall of the rain from the roof through the gutter, soothed the house as its magic came to life. Your little garden you and your husband started began to dance with joy with the clouds tears just as your son did.

Harry giggled and laughed as he felt the squishing of the mud beneath his feet. He stuck his tongue out to catch raindrops, feeling a rush of happiness in the weather - when something caught his eye. A funny growing trail of rain water began to follow down the stoney path of their porch towards the empty road.

Jumping into stream on the path, he laughed as the cold water splashed against his ankles. You saw him jumping in the stream of water, and let out a soft smile. If only you have your camera right now to take a photo of this memory.

"Harry, darling," you called out, "I'm going to get an umbrella for you." Your son continued to jump in the stream completely infatuated with it, "okay mum."

Watching as the water flowed, Harry put his two feet together watching as the stream began to build up. Soon it tried escaping his little wall, until he placed both of his hands down and tried stopping it once more.

Looking around he tried to find something to help stop it, and when you came out with the umbrella an idea struck. Without another thought he quickly ran to your arms grabbing the umbrella and running back to stop the flow. You looked pleased at first, thinking he was going to use it to not get wet, but then you were soon let down. "If that is not James's kid I don't know at this point," you thought, grumbling as you walked back inside.

Although in his mind it did seem like a wonderful idea to use the umbrella, he then realized that it would fly backwards as the weight of the build of water was too heavy for him to hold.

Closing it, he threw it away and soon decided on finding another way. In his five year old mind, your son decided to use the newspaper on the lawn to stop the flow of the water. That idea also failed him, so quickly he went inside, startling you with the slamming of the front door as he ran towards his room.

Carrying four toy blocks in his hands he ran towards the front door, but was soon stopped by you.

"Harry James Potter!" You yelled, "look at the mess you made, where is the umbrella I gave you?" You asked as you pointed towards the muddy shoe prints on the floor.

"Mum I'm sorry but I-" He tried explaining but you kept talking about the mess on the floor. Harry tried wiping it away with his foot but it just made you sigh.

"Go," you pointed outside annoyed to which he gladly left to go complete his mission.

This process continued over five more times to the point you even tried barricading the open front door with your body to which harry swiftly made it through any open gaps left. Curse those stupid quidditch practices.

Finally you ended up giving up, leaving the front door open and sitting on a chair outside. You watched as Harry ran back and forth from the house to the path trying to stop the run off of water. The little wall made out of newspaper, towels, blocks, and boxes outside the path made you smile. Even if your house is a mess, its living with excitement.

Harry put his feet on the side of the other and placed his hands the same way as before trying to finish off this little wall. And as the water slowly began to reach his hands he soon realized he wasn't going to make it. There was still a gap left.

Disappointed and sad, he prayed that the water would stop at his finger tips but it didn't seem it was going to end that way. To his great surprise, you walked up from behind and placed your feet on the side of his hands.

"I thought you didn't want to make a mess mum?" Harry looked up at you, his face finally clear of the rain thanks to the umbrella you held above you.

"I learned that a little mess isn't something we should fuss about love," you shrugged, smiling down at your son.

"Mum, quick, its going to escape!" Harry said as he watched the water begin to turn over your sneakers.

You looked up at the umbrella and smiled before throwing to the floor and placing your hands next to your feet.

"I don't think we are going to make it Harry," you said as the water began to flow farther than your hand could stop.

"We need more blocks." Harry said, just before he was about to get up a pair of shoes appeared next to your hands.

"Look like you might need a little help."

"Dad!" Harry looked up to see his father. James was completely soaked from head to toe but he didn't care. He just wanted to be home.

"Darling I thought you had to finish some paperwork?" You smiled up at your husband.

"Canceled the mission because of the weather." He shrugged, "and plus how would you two ever survive without me? I mean look how the stream almost escaped- OW!" James crouched down to hold shin. "What was that for?!"

Harry tried holding in a laugh at his dads pained expression.

"That was for criticizing us," you smiled, "and this is for helping us." You gave him a peck on the lips causing a faint blush to appear on James's face.

"Ewwwwww!" Harry twisted his face in disgust.

"Oh pack it up Romeo," James said as he tried stealing another kiss from you.

Gosh you really did love you family.

i kinda of rushed it a bit at the end but potato potatoe 🦦 (also i’m kind of crying BECAUSE WHY WAS THAT EPISODE SO BEAUTIFUL) also im out of storage soooooooo I don't know what to do

[ultravioletbrit]

“rain” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 248 words

James flies across the pitch to hover beside Regulus.

“We should go down, Reg.” James shouts.

“What? Don’t like flying in the rain, Potter? Scared you’ll slip off your broom?” Regulus teases.

“No. Just don’t fancy getting struck by lightning, Regulus.” James says and Regulus rolls his eyes.

“We’re not going to get struck–”

CRACK

Lightning flashes across the sky and Regulus’ eyes go wide for a second and James lifts an eyebrow at him.

“Fine. We can go down.” Regulus huffs and flies towards the ground without waiting for James.

James lands a few seconds after Regulus and gets off his broom to stand right in front of him.

“You’re so stubborn.” James shakes his head.

“And you’re no fun.” Regulus says.

“Oh, really?” James smirks and grabs Regulus’ hand to pull him closer. Regulus goes willingly and they gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment then James’ eyes flick down to Regulus’ lips.

“You gonna kiss me in the rain, Potter? How very cliché of you.”

“You don’t want me to?” James starts to pull away. “That’s fine, I’ll–” Regulus pulls him back before James can finish his sentence.

“James, if you do not kiss me right now, I swear–” Regulus cuts himself off when he sees James grinning. “What?”

“You called me James.” James swoons.

Regulus rolls his eyes and starts to pull away but James pulls him back. They crash their lips together and kiss in the rain in the middle of the quidditch pitch.

[forthehpfanboys]

Thinking of getting caught in the rain with Ron. Him sneaking you into his dorm room, giggling as he uses his towel to dry your hair off. Realizing how close you are and blushing. Him offering you his spare quidditch jersey because the rain soaked through your uniform and he can lowkey see- using the weather as an excuse to cuddle. Him thinking that you're asleep and kissing your forehead 🥺

Sorry if I'm sending in too many asks I just can't stop thinking about him

- 🍒

NO BUT THIS? YES.

Him brushing your hair, if it's long enough. The way he flops down onto his bed and drags you down with him. The way he wraps his long, strong, arms around your waist and pulls you straight into his side.

The way he kisses your clean hair and greedily inhales the scent of your shampoo and just- oh god he's just got heart eyes for you.

And seeing you in HIS jersey? Is making him giggle and hid his face in the crook of his other arm because he's starting to blush.

And he adores you. He wants to kiss you while the rain keeps coming down. Fuck, he LOVES you.

[fisheito]

when a battle can't be solved with dark nova yakumo

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 4 || Nimbus [x]

[lilywalkers]

jilypad variants

[skrewtiny]

Oh yeah my characters have Birthdays-

Didn’t forget at all 🥲

Well anywho, Happy Birthday Alicia, made something quick for it ^^

Sorry Whitewood Siblings i forgot all three of you uhHHmmMMmmM-

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

"Mom come pick me up I'm scared."

Except it's Evan Rosier talking to James Potter cause Evan's mom is dead but Evan doesn't wanna be outside the dairy queen anymore

[i2-xmf]

[brightmoontrigon]

frawgs

[video id: mostly indistinct scenery at night looking through a fence towards a rainwater-filled ditch. numerous frogs can be heard calling enthusiastically]

[dewitty1]

Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: After the Rain Falls

shinigami714 @shinigami714

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Healing, Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Seizures, Headaches & Migraines, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Everyone returns to Hogwarts for an additional year, Fluff, Falling In Love, We ignore the existence of the epilogue in this house, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, a bit of angst, Because every good story has angst, Draco is very in love, Harry is also very in love, My kink is two people who are stupid in love, Top Draco Malfoy, Even if it doesn't quite get there in this fic I dunno we will see, There will be additional oneshots, Bottom Harry, it has the vibes, Panic Attacks, Scars, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Blink and you'll miss it, This story is softer than it sounds, mentions of mpreg, blink and you'll miss that too, It's not actually in the story though, Anal Fingering, First Time, Mutual Pining, Height Differences, supportive friends, Rimming, Smut, Bottom Harry Potter, Post-War, Draco is a bloody romantic because I said so - argue with a wall

Summary:

After the events of the war, all Harry wants to do is forget. For everything to return to normal. But things never were normal for him, and the war left many marks on him not so easily forgotten. When he receives a surprising offer to return to Hogwarts in a continuing education program, Harry jumps at the chance, and despite his best efforts to deal with his problems alone, discovers along the way that quite often, two minds are greater than one.

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Excerpt:

Harry took his time heading to the library, and he figured Draco would be busy taking notes by the time he arrived, but instead he was standing propped up against one of the shelves near the table they usually worked at. His arms were crossed, and he narrowed his eyes when Harry stepped closer. Harry took off his bag and plopped it on the table, pulling out a few books and scattered notes into his arms. He didn’t have time to set them down before Draco grabbed hold of him, pushing him back into a shelf rather harshly. Harry gasped and clung to the books in his arms tightly, looking up into Draco’s grey eyes in surprise.

“You’re not him,” Draco said, his voice low and laced with a surprising amount of anger. Harry licked his lips and avoided his gaze. He wasn’t expecting this. Perhaps a quiet lecture about not telling someone where he’d gone, or a criticism for his lack of rest or meagre morning meal. But not this.

“I know,” Harry muttered listlessly, and Draco huffed loudly and shook his head. He looked around the room, at the curious glances the few students present were directing their way and then pulled him to the back of the library where they were largely hidden in a nook at the far end of the aisle.

Draco pressed him up against the shelf again, less harshly this time, but still holding him firmly in place. “No, you don’t,” he hissed. Harry swallowed nervously. It had been a long time since he’d been on the other end of such a volatile stare. Even in the manor it hadn’t been quite like this. “You’ve got it set in your mind that there’s a part of him in you.”

“There is, you saw it yourself!” Harry nearly shouted, only quieting when Draco grabbed him by the collar and gritted his teeth at him in warning.

“I saw traces of magic, and nothing more,” Draco urged.

“Dark magic, his magic.”

“Even if it is his magic, it doesn’t change who you are!” Draco sneered. He let go of Harry’s collar then, but he didn’t step away, placing his arms on either side of Harry’s head as he stared down at him. “I bet you could cast that scan on me and see some of it as well. Maybe not as much, or as complex, but I can guarantee it’d be there,” he insisted. Harry shifted against the shelves behind him and tightened his arms around the books he held. “You’re a hero.” The comment made Harry scoff and look away. “You may not believe it, but you are,” Draco insisted. He breathed in deeply, letting out a long sigh and then muttered, “You’re so bloody Gryffindor it hurts sometimes.”

Harry swallowed as he stared at his reflection in the clasp on Draco’s robes. It was distorted and elongated, and made Harry’s face look like it was contorting in pain. Rather disturbing, if he was honest, but it was better than facing Draco.

“Look at me.”

The order caught him off guard, and Harry tilted his chin up hesitantly, surprised by the look in Draco’s eyes. His previous ire had apparently dissipated, and he stared at Harry almost gently. He didn’t speak right away, instead studying every inch of Harry’s face before settling again on Harry’s eyes like he had gotten lost in them unawares. Draco sighed and wilted slightly before he spoke. “What you saw in that scan…were the traces he left behind. Traces that can hopefully one day be removed, if I can actually manage to refine the spell enough to make it useful,” Draco said. His arms slid down a bit, hands settling against the bookshelf level with Harry’s shoulders. “And yeah, he fucked you up a bit.  All of us, really.  But it doesn’t change who you are here.” Draco dragged his arm down in between them and pressed a finger into Harry’s chest, just over his heart.

Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and he teared up a bit as the gentle pressure held him firmly in place. He glanced down. It was just a single finger, but it felt like Draco had spelled him there, frozen him in time. He didn’t have the strength to push against it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He let his head fall back against the shelf and peered up at Draco wearily. His eyelashes had clumped together, and he blinked away the unshed tears with little success. He felt so lost. And when he asked, “Who am I?” his voice was shaky and full of pain. Barely audible even within the silence of the surrounding library.

Draco eyed him in surprise, and then his gaze softened even further. He dropped his other hand, fingers dragging down Harry’s arm towards his elbow. It tingled a bit beneath his touch, and Harry’s grip on the books nearly slipped when Draco’s fingers grazed over his forearm to settle against his wrist, the hand on his chest now splayed flat against his shirt.

“You’re Harry,” Draco whispered.

It left him reeling, and Harry took an unsteady breath and let out a nervous laugh. It was all he wanted, really. To be seen as Harry. Just Harry. And if even Draco could see him like that…maybe, just maybe, it would be alright. He ducked his head, and shuffled the books into a single arm, lifting the other to wipe his sleeve over his face and beneath his glasses. It took him several minutes to settle down, and Draco watched him silently the entire time.

He was sure he looked awful. He was an ugly crier. Always had been. His eyes swelled up, his nose and cheeks reddened, and he looked an absolute mess. Something that had bothered him incessantly, especially when the press had a particular aptitude for capturing him at his worst. Still, he smiled slightly, and shoved at the front of Draco’s robes. Not enough to push him anywhere, just enough to nudge him in place. “You asked me here to tell me all that? That’s not like you Malfoy,” Harry teased.

“Malfoy again, am I?”

Harry looked up at him, meeting Draco’s searching gaze. “What, you don’t like it when I call you that?”

Draco rolled his eyes and sneered, “Insufferable little brat,” but there was no malice in it. And then he bent low, so that their noses were nearly touching. “I prefer when you call me Draco.”

If Harry hadn’t been flushed before, he certainly was now. He felt somewhat trapped, against the shelving, with Draco’s arms encasing him and holding him in place. But Draco’s expression was playful, and when those grey eyes shifted to look towards his lips, Harry found he didn’t much want to escape. His heart stuttered, and his breathing hitched. “D-Dra-,”

Then there were lips against his own, pressing gently, in a short, but unrushed single kiss. Harry froze, vision blurring as a strange feeling encompassed him. He felt cold and hot all at once. Like he was about to jump out of his own skin. There was a quick break, and he could feel Draco’s heavy breathing against his cheekbones, and then they were kissing again, slightly deeper this time. It was warm and a little wet, but not unpleasantly so, and Harry’s eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. He melted into it, and when Draco’s tongue slid along his lower lip enticingly Harry moaned and dropped his books to the ground. Papers flew out around them, and Harry gasped when Draco fell away from his lips.

“Shit,” Harry muttered as he watched the scattered parchment settle around them. He was shaking, and felt lightheaded, and his fingers tentatively touched his lips as he scrambled to the ground to start picking up the mess. He could feel the flush upon his skin. It burned across his neck and chest, over the tips of his ears and the entirety of his face. Viciously red and very telling. 

Then Draco muttered a simple spell, whisking up the rest of the books and papers into Harry’s trembling arms. It took a matter of seconds, and Harry teetered on unsteady knees and glanced up at his tall figure timidly.

“You’re a wizard, Harry,” Draco drawled, and Harry stared at him, completely entranced. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, no matter how much he tried to regulate it. He grasped at his chest over his rapidly beating heart and watched as Draco walked backwards away from him with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Draco offered him a sultry smirk, and shortly after, it turned into a soft almost reverent smile. Then he ducked his head and walked away, leaving a very stunned Harry resting on his haunches atop the ground.

It was devastating. In the best way possible of course.

꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

[droades]

body’s dancing the same beat

and my empty heart is falling

with so many leafs,

what else could I not see?

[amordei-k]

ok time to think about how much I miss my partner

-30 psychic damage

-30 psychic damage

-30 psychic damage

-30 psychic damage

-30 psychic damage