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sitp-recs · 2 months ago

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top 10 drarry fics by the sheer force of the feels they gave you? not necessarily good feels! things you remember primarily because they hit hard in some way.

obviously, i'd also love to hear exactly how/why they hit hard if you're up for sharing that!

Oh that’s such a wonderful ask, thank you! I’m sorry for the late reply, the 10 fics came easily bc whenever I see those titles I get immediately transported back to where I was and what I felt reading them for the first time. But putting into words what exactly makes them heartkick-y for me was a bit more challengeging. It’s usually a “when you feel it you know it” kind of thing (and quite literally too, as sometimes it manifests as an actual physical reaction!) but more often than not the fic just clicks for me and there’s no rationale behind it. As Clarice Lispector said: “I suppose that understanding myself is not a question of intelligence but of feeling. It either touches you, or it doesn't."

Anyhoo, I tried my best to keep this short and sweet but since I’ve written individual recs for almost all these fics, I thought I’d include them too :) thanks again, this was super fun! And I’d love to read about your picks as well 👀

An Emerald In The Sky by corvuscrowned | my rec

it doesn’t get more romantic than star-crossed lovers doomed by time travel!!!! (see also: my thoughts on The Eighth Tale by lettered). this is my brand of melancholy, something about the constant yearning, the beauty of stolen moments in liminal space, the unfairness of it all… ugh

Far From the Tree by aideomai | my rec

fft has altered my brain chemistry and ruined me forever with its tender devastation, I had such a visceral reaction to it - to the point of feeling dizzy and feverish. a simple time travel concept (this is my kryptonite istg) but the epic storytelling! the gratification! the bittersweet ending! rereading it would kill me but what a way to go

Forgive Those Who Trespass by Lomonaaeren

easily one of the most haunting and terrifying fics I’ve ever read, one jumpscare after the other but so creative and well-written I was too busy collecting my jaw from the floor to talk myself out of it lol

Little Compton Street by writcraft | my rec

as a queer woman, this one feels extremely personal and is very dear to my heart. I’ll never forget the emotions I felt learning about queer history and finding a sense of peace and belonging. lcs feels like coming home 🏳️‍🌈

Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton

this was my first bb fic and their sense of humor just blew my mind. I was so impressed by the smooth world building, by their wit and clever political commentary. I just couldn’t stop laughing. the dialogue is so good it makes me wanna weep, I can’t explain how much joy and comfort this fic gave me

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore

full disclosure: my reading experience was shaped by the fact that I didn’t realize the tagged disability would be major and permanent 🤡 by the time I noticed I was so emotionally invested I couldn’t stop. one of the most painful reads I’ve ever endured, worth it tho

Running on Air by eleventy7 | my rec

introspective fics are my jam and this one was just what I needed while working through some shit at a turning point in my life. so I guess it was more about finding the right fic at the right time, and I’m hit by mixed feelings of catharsis and nostalgia every time I revisit roa.

Still Life (orphaned) | my rec

my definition of a perfect shortfic. gorgeous prose, flawless execution, the “nothing is happening but everything is changing” vibes I live for, one of the best Harry pov I’ve ever read and an ending that always makes me gasp in awe. few authors can write complex emotions so effortlessly as seefin, absolute masterclass

Super Rich Kids by trishjames | my rec

criminally underrated, this story broke my heart but also gave me such a THRILL. I usually avoid substance abuse in fic but something about Draco’s spiral journey felt so raw it kept me at the edge of my seat. devastating but also a surprisingly funny and exciting thriller. the range!!!

The Long Fall by tackytiger | my rec

as someone who’s never been into kid fic and family dynamics, this was a punch on the solar plexus and rearranged my whole view about this trope. I was deeply moved by Harry’s longing for a family of his own and despite not having or wanting kids, this still felt really cathartic and changed me in a way I can’t quite explain.

#top 10 ask game #smehur #pls keep in mind this is obviously 100% personal #as it should be

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thequeenofneverland1 · 9 months ago

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Draco Malfoy///Meant to be

Request by @characterxreaderimagine: imagine being a potter and Draco having a huge crush on you but denies it.. and eventually gets jealous when he here's Fred Weasley is going to ask you out which lead him to confess his feelings for you but.. plot twist is that your brother finds out and wanted to break the two of you up but eventually failed to do so and just warned Draco never to hurt his sister.. a few years later he got an invitation to a wedding 💀

Since a baby, Harry could always remember James telling him to look after you and to protect you at any cost.

Ever since the death of them, Harry promised to himself that you would be his first priority. and that he was going to protect you at any cost.

At first it annoyed you because his overprotectiveness also included scaring all of the guys away.

but little does Harry know that a certain guy that goes by his name Draco has a crush on his sister even though he denies it every time he gets asked.

“So what you're trying to tell us is that you don't fantasize about Y/n, not even a little bit?” Pansy raised an eyebrow clearly not believing him.

Draco laughs as he shakes his head. "Of course not, who does?"

“Everyone, I mean who doesn't? She's really gorgeous, right Pansy?” Blaise replied, smirking as she nodded with a smirk too.

Draco stops laughing and he glares at his friends. “Everyone does? Does it include you guys too?”

Gregory chuckles, "You shouldn't care since you said that you don't fantasize about her.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "So what?, it’s not like Saint Potter is going to let one of you date his sister.”

Pansy shrugs her shoulders. "I don’t know but I heard Fred is going to ask her out and probably Harry might let him since they are friends.”

“What carrot head is going to ask her out?” Draco growls “Over my dead body that I’m going to let that happen, Y/n is my future wife and the mother of my kids.”

"But you said that you didn-."

“Blaise shut up, I know what I said.” Draco interrupts and he looks over at Gregory and Pansy “don’t think about saying it.”

Pansy pulls her hands up, " I wasn't planning to.”

"but you did say it.” Gregory whispers hoping that Draco didn’t hear since Pansy and Blaise started laughing.

"What are you two laughing about?" Draco asked madly, causing Blaise and Pansy to stop laughing and to come up with something to answer him with.

“A Joke that someone told us I would tell you but I forgot about it after the scare you gave us.” Pansy replies

Draco chuckles, "a bunch of scary cats that I have as friends getting scared over anything.”

"says the one that's scared to ask Y/n out just because he's scared of her brother.” Gregory mumbles quietly but this time Draco heard him

He pushes Gregory causing him to fall down on the ground “I’m not scared of him or anything and you know it really well Gregory.”

“Then prove it by asking her out if you don’t then you are:”

“Of course!!! I am going to do it because I love her and don’t want her to be with carrot head, not because you're asking me to do it.”

“It’s going to be amazing to watch. Hopefully Draco doesn't have his ass beaten.” Blaise said as they watch him leave

“Freddie, are you sure that you want to ask Y/n out? Are you not afraid of Harry? And what he's gonna do?” Ron asked

He smiles, “He won't dare to hurt me because you're his best friend, and I know that you would not permit him to do so if that were to occur.”

“That’s the thing, I'm his best friend but Y/n is his sister. What kind brother do you think Harry is?” Ron looked at his brother hoping that he remembers how overprotective Harry is.

“Yeah that you’re right I just like Y/n really much and didn’t think about that.”

Ron chuckles, “I comprehend you have her in your mind and heart that you almost forgot that you were choosing death over living.”

Ron and Fred started laughing with one another, but they stopped when they saw you and Draco leave together.

Ron looked at his brother, who was frowning, and asked, “Are you all right?” Fred, on the other hand, took no notice of Ron, choosing instead to follow behind Draco and you.

Draco and you went to the courtyard since he told you that he wanted to talk to you in private

“So what is it!?” You asked

Fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze, he seemed to be nervous. Finally, he uttered, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

His sudden boldness made you feel taken aback and you couldn't help but smile. "Of course!!!”

A smile spread across Draco's face, but it soon faded when he saw Fred walking towards him and you. “It's carrot head.”

You looked around to see what had caught his attention and saw Fred advancing with a mischievous smirk on his face. You couldn't resist laughing at the sight. Fred was well-known for his pranks and jokes, and it was obvious that he had a plan.

"Hey, guys.” Fred winked at you. “What are you guys talking about?”

Draco intervened before you could respond. “I asked Y/n to be my girlfriend and she agreed.” Draco's demeanor became slightly defensive, causing you to look at him with shock.

Fred raised an eyebrow in anger, but quickly recovered. "Harry will know about this.”

You gazed at Draco with a puzzled look. “What motivated you to tell him that? Mostly it was a lie.”

Draco's expression was serious as he grasped your hands to kiss them. "I have a fondness for you and I don't wish to lose you to carrot head."

“But I don’t like him.” You told him.

“But he likes you.” He tells you back “so do you like somebody?”

"I have feelings for you too, Draco.” He was filled with excitement after hearing your confession.

You spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, with him and by the time you said goodbye. Harry waited for you in the common with his arms crossed and an angry expression.

“Is what Fred told me about Draco and you dating accurate?”Harry asked with anger

“So what if it is?” You replied

“I forbid you from seeing him and I want you to break up with him.” Harry said before leaving

Dating Draco Malfoy, of all people, was not a good idea for him. He prohibited you from seeing Draco again, but you couldn't stand to think about hurting him. Draco and you are still keeping your relationship secret.

Unfortunately, Harry did find out and confronted you both. He tried a lot of different ways to end things, but he finally gave up when he saw how happy you were with Draco. He warned him not to hurt you because it would make him regret it.

Harry got an invitation to a wedding shortly afterwards. Upon opening it, he came to the realization that it was from his now-brother-in-law, who was inviting him to the wedding. Harry was grateful that they had found a way to come together as a family even after a bumpy start and couldn't help but smile. As he stood at the dancing floor and watched you have your wedding dance with Draco.

#Harry potter #Harry Potter x reader #Harry Potter x Y/n #draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #Draco Malfoy imagines #Draco Malfoy x Potter!reader

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claymoresword · 2 years ago

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I Choose Her | Chp: 3

Hermione x Slytherin fem!reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: hermione x reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings: nsfw, smut, top!reader

Note: i knew i wanted to include smut in this but i didnt want to ignore the opportunity to expand on reader's characterisation so there's a bit of a build up to it but if it bores u don't hesitate to skip ahead lol

not proof read i apologise for any mistakes!

Chapter 4

It was the night of Slughorn's supper party and you were rummaging your closet for something to wear.

Pansy sat on your bed raving about Draco once again. You worried for him too but it's clear to everyone that she's in love with him. Naturally she's taking his abscene more personally than the rest of you.

You were picking apart your closet while pretending to listen to Pansy's incessant rambling when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in." you yell out to whoever was on the other side.

The door opens and Blaise walks in, he has on a black suit , one similar to what Draco has been wearing almost everyday this year.

Pansy had been dressed the same.

You didn't fully understand the refusal to wear the school uniform but if you were to guess, it was a silent protest against Dumbledore.

You decide not to question them about it, your friends turning against you being the last thing you need right now.

"I thought you wanted to head out together what's taking you so long?" Blaise asks, irked.

You sigh.

"I can't figure out what to wear." Your tone defeated.

He doesn't say anything but helps himself further inside your room, next thing you know he is rifling through your closet.

Blaise pulls out black dress slacks you forgot you even had and tosses it at you. He then finds a matching black button up and does the same.

Finally, he grabs a black blazer still on the hanger he struts towards you and holds it up, waiting for you to grab it.

You met his gaze but didn't move.

His intentions were clear, he wanted to see who's side you were on.

You glanced over at Pansy and she raises her eyebrows slightly, but otherwise an inscrutable look on her face.

"Are you with us, or against us Y/N." The dark haired girl voices, sounding less like a question and more of an accusation.

You take a moment to deliberate your next move.

Again, you are uninterested in creating conflict with your peers.

You meet Blaise's deadpan gaze once again, finally reaching forward to grab the blazer.

Seeming to have chosen your side.

A smile forms on his lips and he turns to Pansy.

A similar look of content on her face as she stands up and walk towards you, she reaches out to put her hands on your shoulders.

"You can deny it all you want Y/n but your true loyalty lies with us." Pansy states matter of factly.

Truth is, you don't plan on taking the Dark Lord's side. You have no interest in this rebellion at all.

They claim it is for the greater good but anyone with a semblance of competence is capable of seeing the reality.

Supporters of Voldermort are generally movitated by hatred, if not pure fear.

You decide to lie once again, you nod and throw Pansy a smile for good measure.

"Alright I'll leave you to it." Pansy says as she pats your shoulder before turning away. She starts making her way out the door.

Blaise follows swiftly behind her.

"I'll be waiting outside, please hurry up I am planning to get to that supper before winter is over." Blaise quips, as he glances at you one last time before shutting the door to your room.

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Supper was going swiftly as the Professor made his way around the table engaging in casual conversation with each student.

He had asked questions about your parents and your plans after Hogwarts, mostly superficial.

You were all having dessert now, truthfully you couldn't wait for the night to be over so you can finally have time alone with Hermione, the brown haired girl had been stealing glances at you all night.

Blaise was sat to your left and Mclaggen to your right. The Gryffindor boy was frankly starting to get on your nerves.

He had interrupted you almost everytime you tried speaking to Hermione from across the table, clearly trying to get a rise out of you.

You decided to ignore him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Slughorn directs his attention to Hermione.

"So what exactly do your parents do in the Muggle world?" The professor asks with genuine inquisition.

"My parents are dentists." Your girlfriend simply responds.

The room goes silent, everyone in the room stares at her blankly.

You are aware of what a muggle dentist is only because Hermione had explained it to you once before. Otherwise, you'd be just as confused right now.

"They attend to people's teeth." Hermione clarifies and she glances at you, unsure if she was being intelligible enough.

You nod quickly at her, providing her with reassurance she needed.

"Fascinating- and is that considered a dangerous profession? Slughorn responds sounding genuinely interested now.

"Well no," Hermione pauses.

"Although, a boy Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed 10 stitches." Your girlfriend giggles to herself recalling the story.

She is once again met with stony silence.

Hermione glances at you for a reaction and you smile fondly at her.

You saw a blush slowly forming on her face before she looked away.

The professor redirects the conversation and you silently pray for the supper to end soon.

Out of boredom, your mind started to wander but you are interrupted when Ginny walks in the room, Harry shoots out off his seat preparing to greet her.

"Im sorry I'm not usually late." Ginny voices out apologetically.

Hermione glances at you again and you smirked at her knowingly. You both know Harry was fond of Ginny and it was honestly adorable to witness.

Soon your girlfriend shifts her gaze and you watched her smile fade, until she eventually looks away completely.

Something's clearly made her uncomfortable.

In this case, someone.

You watch as Cormac lifts his finger towards his mouth and licks it, whilst staring at your girlfriend rather creepily.

You roll your eyes, you've had enough.

You find his foot under the table and with yours deliberately stomped on it, hard.

He yelps out in pain, disrupting the conversations being held around the table.

He then peers at you waiting for an explanation. You ignore him for a few moments just to annoy him further, before finally turning your head to acknowledge him.

"Oh im sorry" You say, feigning innocence.

"Was that your foot?" you continue, keeping up the act.

He simply glares at you.

You hear Blaise stiffle a laugh and a satisfied smirk forms on your lips.

You shift your gaze to Hermione, she has her hand slightly over her mouth at an attempt to hide her amusement.

Maybe this supper party was fun afterall.

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You were in Hermione's dorm room sat on the edge of her bed as you untied your shoes, takinf them off.

You hadn't spoken much to Hermione during the walk back to her room, mostly because you were mentally drained. You were never one to thrive in social settings.

The brown haired girl was laying in bed, silently playing with her fingers as she watched you.

Hermione comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your chest, her front now flush against your back.

You lean back reflexively, enjoying the closeness.

She places a quick kiss on your neck before resting her chin on your shoulder.

"Are you cross with me?" Hermione whispers, almost sounding afraid of your reply.

"Ofcourse not, my love." You assure her honestly.

You turn yourself around, now face to face with your girlfriend.

She grabs your face in both her hands and looks directly into your eyes.

"Then what's wrong?" She asks, glancing down at your lips.

"I'm just tired of talking." You pause.

You lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of Hermione's mouth. You hear her breath hitch.

You turn your head slightly, placing another kiss on her jaw. You then move your mouth to her neck, your lips eventually settling over her ear.

"And im tired of people trying to take what's mine." You whisper and you feel Hermione tremble slightly.

"Cormac is vile." Hermione jokes.

You sit back to look at her as you let out a laugh.

"He's a loser." You quip.

The brown haired girl giggles before pulling you in for a kiss.

You wasted no time in deepening the kiss, your tongue finding its way into her mouth.

A moan spills out of the shorter girl, sending a rush of arousal throughout your whole body. You guide her backwards, her head now on the pillow.

You disconnected your lips, your mouth once again finding her neck. This time running your tongue across it you feel her pulse quicken as you sucked on the skin, leaving a mark.

Hermione moves her hand up, getting lost in your hair. Your girlfriend tugs at it slightly to guide your mouth onto hers again.

This time her tongue invading your mouth, she kisses you hungrily.

The shorter girl surprising you and she swiftly flips you over switching your positions. She is now straddling your lap, her heat flush on your groin. You can feel the warmth radiating off her core and this drives you insane.

She watches as your eyes darken before leaning in, tugging at your tie slightly kissing you deeply.

Your hand glides up under her dress, feeling goosebumps form as soon as your hand made contact with her bare tigh.

Your hand continued it's journey up before settling your palm right on her center, applying some pressure as you feel her hips jerk slightly, seeking more friction.

You pull back disconnecting your lips, both of you now breathing heavily.

"I want you to ride me." You voice out, earning an eager nod from Hermione as she bites her lip in anticipation.

Your other hand finding her underwear as you move it to the side slightly, just enough to give your fingers room to glide into her entrance.

Hermione places both her hands on your chest as she sits up right preparing to lower herself onto your fingers.

You take two fingers, dipping into her entrance, feeling how wet she was. Her hips bucked as she lets out a whimper.

You decide to not make her wait any longer.

Your fingers slowly slide inside her and she lowers herself onto you. Feeling her walls contract almost immediately.

You start pumping your fingers in and out of her and Hermione lets out a moan, load and desperate. Seeming to have longed for this moment with you all day.

She is now matching your rhythm as she bounces on top of your fingers, her arousal dripping down your hand and eventually leaving a wet patch on your slacks.

Hermione's moans gradually growing louder as her breathing gets more shallow, she's nearing her climax.

"I'm all yours." your girlfriend whines, in between moans her voice trembling with need.

This set you off, you stare up at her mouth agape. The sight of Hermione writhing on top of you chasing her release, was almost enough to make you cum.

You started pumping your fingers deeper and harder into her and you watch as her face contorts in pleasure and shock at your sudden change of pace.

You took it one step further and introduced another finger, keeping up the same rhythm. She grips the hem of your shirt, now desperately close to her release.

You sit up, crashing your lips onto hers swallowing her sounds of pleasure.

Her hand moves to grab the back of your neck and her grip only tightens as she moves against your fingers.

Hermione screams out and you place your hand over her mouth, suddenly aware that you were not the only people currently in the dormitories.

"Quiet down." you utter into Hermione's ear and this is pushes her over the edge.

You feel her walls tighten against your fingers restricting movement, Hermione leans forward and bites down on your shoulder trying to silence herself as the intense orgasm rips through her. Leaving her gasping for air.

You wince at the feeling but you are ultimately overwhelmed with pleasure as you watch your girlfriend finally reach her release.

Hermione pulls you in by your tie and kisses you deeply, she moans into your mouth again as you slowly pulled out of her.

She lifts her dress over her head before her hands quickly move to undo your belt.

"My turn." Hermione whispers.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #pansy x reader #slytherin reader #slytherin #hogwarts #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger #draco x reader #draco malfoy

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wow635 · 16 days ago

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Chapter 6 Sorry guys, a bit late, I had too much on my plate right now but I’m happy I could get it out! Not proofread

A couple days after the whole quidditch cup fiasco me, Harry, hermione and the Weasleys head to diagon ally to get our school supply’s for the year

We split up into seperate little groups so we aren’t all cramped together in chaos. I go off with Fred, George and Ginny. While Harry, Hermione and Ron head off together, and ms and mr Weasley go on a much deserved lunch date.

We stroll down the bustling cobblestone streets, weaving through the other shoppers and wizards going about their business.

The air is filled with the scent of spellbooks and potion reagents, and the sound of owls hooting from the Owl Emporium.

Merlin I love this place. All of it, I couldn’t imagine myself without magic now. But sometimes I do wonder what my life would’ve been like if I never discovered the truth about my parents. And getting chased by an evil wizard every school year

I snap out of it as we enter flourish and blots, the moment my foot reaches the threshold I could smell so many magical aromas. Old parchment and ink fill my nostrils. we begin to gather our textbooks as required from our lists. I help Ginny, George, and Fred in finding the books they need for their respective classes.

We paid for our books and walk toward the door talking amongst each other when I accidentally bump into someone causing all of my books to fall out of my arms and scatter onto the floor. Startled I bend down gathering my books apologizing profusely.

I’m just about to pick up the last one when the person puts their foot of the book. I look up to see who it is and my face drops. Standing above me is none other than Draco malfoy with his usual band or fools behind him.

I stand up and hold my books closer to my chest unconsciously. I feel Fred, George and Ginny step closer to me and I brace myself for whatever is going to come out of malfoy’s mouth today.

“Well look who we have here” Draco’s drawls, his voice dripping with disdain “y/n potter, the precious golden girl” he leans closer, his face inches from mine and filled with ignorance and mockery

“Piss off malfoy” I respond backing away, my face contorting in disgust

“Oh and there goes that charming potter attitude” he sneers, a cruel smile forming on his lips “so predictable, so pathetic just like your parents”

I feel the sting almost as if he’d just gone ahead and punched me in the gut. But I don’t show it. I know that’s what he expects, what he wants. I’m about to retort but I get interrupted by a voice behind me.

“Watch your tongue malfoy” Fred warns low and threatening.

“Don’t you have anything better to do with you pathetic life, than torment other people” I answer after Fred bending down and picking up my last book

Malfoy smirks, his gaze filled with arrogance. "Not really," he replies smugly, his tone laced with arrogance. "It's amusing to see you Gryffindors get all riled up over a few simple words." The tension between us escalates, the air thick with disdain and anger. But despite the hostile atmosphere, I keep my composure, determined not to give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool.

I brush past Malfoy, bumping his shoulder with purpose. The impact causes him to stumble slightly, but neither of us falter in our stride. As I walk away, I could feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back, but I refuse to look back, holding onto my unwavering determination and pride.

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( a couple weeks later)

Earlier last week dumbledore had announced that this year would be the year that we continued the triwizard tournament

People including Fred and George were extatic upon hearing the news. I wasn't to fond of it, It wouldn’t be something id ever want to do. But I’m safe because I couldn’t have put my name even if I’d wanted to. Only seventh years are permitted, even Fred and George couldn’t get pasted the age line.

Today we all gather in the great hall for dumbledore to pick the three names of students from the three schools of who would participate in the triwizard tournament this year

I am sat with Harry, Ron and hermione ready to hear who will be picked

First, Dumbledore calls up victor krum from durmstrang. A loud wave of cheers erupts from the great hall, dumbledor points to the back room motioning victor in the direction

Another small paper flies out of the goblet and dumbledore catches it. “Fleur delacour from beauxbaxtons school” he announces with authority. The room fills with applause as the chosen champion from Beauxbatons makes her way to the back of the Great Hall.

As Dumbledore reaches into the golden Goblet, the tension in the room grows palpable. The entire hall holds its breath, waiting in anticipation to see which Hogwarts student will be chosen.

He unfolds it slowly, his eyes scanning the name written on it.

"Cedric Diggory," Dumbledore announces, the name echoing throughout the hall. Cheers and applause erupted from the Hogwarts students, congratulating him. Cedric makes his way to the back, pride evident on his face.

Dumbledore begins another speech about how the tournament is going to go, and how we are all going to proceed, when there’s a loud noise from the goblet. A fourth price of paper flies out and dumbledore catches it in awe

I lean forward in my seat a bit. No one else was supposed to be entered in the competition. I look over at Fred and George wondering if one of their foolish plans worked

Not sure paying attention to dumbledore, instead the Weasley twins. Particularly Fred. I don’t notice him standing there, his eyes scanning the paper, a stern and contemplative expression on his face.

I only snap out of it when I hear his voice “...Siena, Siena potter" he announces

I could feel the colour drain from my face

I turn to Harry the terror evident in my expression. "You, Siena Potter," dumbledore states, his gaze fixing upon me,"have been selected as a fourth champion."

I rise from my seat, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. The walk to the front of the hall, where the other champions were waiting, feels like an eternity. Every step feels heavy, as if I was treading through quicksand. I could feel the eyes of the entire Great Hall on me, their gazes filled with shock, confusion, and a touch of anger. It was as though the world has stopped spinning for a brief moment, and all that matters is the weight of the unexpected role I now found myself thrust into

I walked past Dumbledore and head straight into the room where the other champions are. I walk I and Cedric turns around upon hearing my footsteps. I put a shaky hand to my mouth. My heart pounds in my chest.

Cedric, noticing my trembling and the fear etched across my face, quickly moves closer, concern evident in his eyes. He approaches me "Siena, are you alright, what are you doing back here?" he asked gently, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You look quite shaken."

"I don't know what I'm going to do" | say in a shaky voice " I don't know what happend”

He looks at me not knowing what’s happening. he puts his hand on my shoulder

Then dumbledore comes running

Dumbledore bursts through the door, followed closely by Professor McGonagall.

"Siena did you put your name in the goblet of fire" he says grabbing my shoulders

I shake my head fiercely, my voice wavering with a mixture of shock and fear. "No!" | protest, my eyes wide and pleading. "I didn't. I didn't do it, Professor?"

Dumbledore studies me closely, his expression shifting from

uncertainty to a slight frown. The weight of his gaze left me feeling vulnerable, as if he were searching for a hint of deception or guilt within me. But there is none, only the lingering fear and confusion over this unexplainable turn of events.

"This isn't good" he says to mcgonagall

Snape's voice, laced with his signature coldness, brakes through the tension, questioning my honesty. "How do we know you're not lying?" he challenges.

I shoot back, my voice firm yet tinged with defiance. "Why would I lie?" | retort , frustration coloring my words. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. There was a bloody age line. Who could have done this?"

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchange a glance, each seemingly deep in thought. They know the power and security of the age line placed around the Goblet. It is an impenetrable barrier, one that shouldn't have been crossed by anyone below the seventh year of Hogwarts.

Next chapter ————>

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter #fanfic #fred wealsey fic #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader #harry potter hcs

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carewyncromwell · 2 months ago

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"Day after day, Fickle visions, messing with your head... Fickle, vicious! Sleeping in your bed -- messing with your head -- Fickle visions...fickle, vicious...!

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in -- Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within... Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning..."

~"Sleep" by Poets of the Fall

x~x~x~x

Monday nights were always busy for Carewyn. She'd arranged her usual days off to be Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so as to ensure she'd be available to speak to her clients on Monday holidays, Friday nights, and weekends (when they'd most likely be off). This meant, though, that Mondays were Carewyn's "Fridays," so to speak, but because she was a workaholic, this meant Carewyn would be working triple-time to make sure all of her I's were dotted and T's were crossed on Monday nights so that she hopefully wouldn't have to worry about work at all for the next two days. (Key word being "hopefully.")

Monday the 30th of June 1997, however, was not usual for Carewyn. For very late that night, right around midnight as she was finally getting off to bed, the Ministry lawyer was startled by an owl pecking at her bedroom window. Rushing to open it before any of her Muggle neighbors could notice, Carewyn moved out of the way as the owl flapped into the room, dropping a letter off on the bed before taking roost on top of her dresser.

Carewyn bent down quickly and picked it up. The address scribbled on the front was in Tonks's handwriting.

Tonks was one of the few friends Carewyn had been able to maintain contact with, as of late. Carewyn had become something of a mole at the Ministry of Magic since the start of the Second Wizarding War, keeping her association with the Order of the Phoenix under wraps so as to covertly smuggle them intelligence and monitor first Fudge and now Scrimgeour, and this meant having to distance herself from many old friends associated with Dumbledore, including Mad-Eye Moody and Minerva McGonagall. Tonks and Carewyn, however, most commonly stayed in touch through work -- for her to write something with this kind of scrawl, and to send it this late at night...

Carewyn ripped open the envelope at once and tossed it aside so she could unfold the parchment inside. Tonks's writing was very slanted and messy -- clearly she'd written this in a hurry.

Carey, The Death Eaters got into Hogwarts.

Carewyn's heart stopped. No -- no, no -- !

They had a mole inside the school -- Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco -- who smuggled them in through a pair of Vanishing Cabinets in both Hogwarts's Room of Requirement and the Knockturn Alley shop Borgin and Burkes. No students were hurt, fortunately, but the castle's been all smashed up, and even if we and some of the older students fought them off, the Death Eaters all escaped before more help from the Ministry could arrive. As for casualties... Oh, Carey...it's Dumbledore, Carey. Dumbledore is dead.

Carewyn paused. She read the line a second time, then a third.

Many people learning this news would've been horrified -- shocked. Carewyn, however, found herself oddly numb, reading it. Dumbledore had been an old man for a very long time, and the last time Carewyn had seen him, he had seemed a bit frailer than before. She'd also condemned him for being "shady as ever," which Dumbledore regarded with predictable amusement...

There was no grief in Carewyn's chest -- it was too hollow, for that. Uneasy and almost adrift. It felt like what she'd just read had been etched out in sky-writing a couple dozen miles away, and not right before her eyes on a letter clutched in her hands. It felt like the news was too far away to fully touch her and yet its impact sent unpleasant tremors through her.

Finally, pushing down the sickening ball churning in her stomach, she pressed on.

But that's not even the worst part, Carey. It wasn't Bellatrix Lestrange or Antonin Dolohov or anyone you'd expect who did it. It was Snape.

Carewyn had felt so weightless, but all of a sudden, like that, it felt like she was falling: spinning slowly and sickeningly through icy water, drowning. Her brain and breath were moving so slowly, and yet her body had chilled, unable to feel even the letter in her hands anymore.

Snape? Severus Snape? Her Head of House, who had always been so loyal to Dumbledore? Why would he...how could it be...?

Snape killed Dumbledore, betrayed the Order -- even after Dumbledore had so much faith in him, even after how much he defended him to everyone! After Snape helped save all our lives, back in the Sunken Vault, with the other teachers! After all the times he helped save our lives as part of the Order...my life, Harry's life, Remus's life! Carey, I don't know how we could've been so taken in! How could Snape DO THIS?! I'm sorry...I just don't know how to deal with this. None of us do. I'm sure you're having trouble with it too...but even so, I wish you were here now with us, being brave with us... Oh, but Carey, that's the other thing I need to tell you -- Bill's been hurt really bad.

All of the cold in Carewyn's body seemed to vanish. All of a sudden she'd straightened up and gasped for air, her eyes wide and her nerves hyper-vigilant.

It's not fatal -- Bill will live, he's just unconscious. But his face was slashed and bitten really bad by Fenrir Greyback. Thank Merlin it wasn't a full moon, so Greyback wasn't transformed at the time, but Remus says that since Bill's injuries are cursed wounds, they're likely to never fully heal and that Bill could still take on some "wolfish traits." Molly was absolutely distraught as you can expect. Fleur has been helping her with Bill's treatments, and I actually think this of all things has finally softened Molly to her. She even offered to let Fleur use her great-aunt's old tiara in the wedding. I can't believe I'm talking about weddings at a time like this...my mood is all out-of-sorts right now, I feel like each emotion I feel is a Bertie Bott's Bean and I don't know which one I'll get next... Carey...I know I can't just swoop over to you right now. And truthfully, I'm all right: I'm with Remus, and we're coping, the both of us. But part of me still wishes you'd been here with us the whole time -- hell, even that you were here now! Even if I know your whole role for the Order requires you to distance yourself from us, even if you're as miserable as I am right now...well, you've always been so good at giving people hope. I know you would know just what to say to help Molly stop crying, or support McGonagall and Remus...to comfort all the Weasleys, really. I reckon you'd be able to help Harry especially -- I know he feels responsible for what happened to Dumbledore and feels like he should've been able to do more, just like he did after Sirius died...and well, I remember Bill saying you felt the same way, after what happened to Rowan. Knowing you, I'm sure you probably did after what happened to Cedric and Madam Bones too. I know you can't be with us, Carey. But I wish you were. We love you. Tonks

Carewyn's hands were shaking as she put down Tonks's letter. Her shadowed, almond-shaped blue eyes flitted quickly across the room, from the owl on the dresser, to the window, and then to her closed bedroom door. Making up her mind, she swept over to the owl, patting him once on the head before flourishing her hand toward the window.

"Shoo," she said as softly and yet firmly as she could.

The owl, looking a little disappointed that there was to be no response, gave a low chirp and flew away back out the window and out of sight. Once he was gone, Carewyn yanked the window shut again and hurriedly got re-dressed in the red shoes, purple collared shirt, and gray suit jacket and pants she'd worn earlier that day on her way home from work. Then she dashed over to her fireplace, snatching up a handful of sparking Floo Powder off a dish on the mantle as she went.

"Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade village!" she shouted.

Chucking the powder down at her feet, the red-haired lawyer disappeared in a large flare of emerald green flames.

x~x~x~x

Once she'd arrived in Hogsmeade, Carewyn made her way to Hogwarts itself. She knew as a non-faculty member she couldn't just strut on in, and as someone trying to be covert with her loyalties, she shouldn't been seen doing so either. And so, thinking of what she'd heard from Jacob about Sirius Black, Carewyn transformed into her robin Animagus form and flew out of the Three Broomsticks and toward the school grounds.

It was incredible to Carewyn how truly easy it was to enter Hogwarts grounds, once she was an animal. It kind of frightened her, actually, when she thought back on it later. In that moment, however, she hadn't been able to focus on it. All she could think about was reaching the Hospital Wing and getting to Bill.

Because no matter what role she'd decided to play for the Order...no matter what might get in her way...Carewyn was not going to abandon her best friend.

When Carewyn found the window of the Hospital Wing, she poked one of her claws through the panes to flip open the interior latch and then shoved her whole body against the left pane to push it open.

It was only once Carewyn flapped into the room that she first heard the sound of hushed moans.

On the far side of the abandoned Hospital Wing, one figure was resting fitfully. His face was almost completely covered in bandages, but it didn't matter -- his long-fingered, freckled hands clutching the sheets were familiar enough that Carewyn would've recognized who it was even if she didn't know he was badly hurt.

Carewyn transformed mid-flight as she reached his bed.

"Bill...!"

Her voice came out very hushed. When she reached out a hand as if to touch him, though, a flare of what felt like terror washed over the air -- an image of slashing claws --

Carewyn flinched back. What made her blood chill, though, was the realization that the sleeping Bill had also crumpled in on himself, his moans more desperate and pained than ever.

Carewyn's eyes widened.

"Bill..."

Carewyn brought a hand down onto the top of his head, trying to stroke his hair. Even with all of the bandages in the way, she could see two very thick and deep gashes across his face. Even with Bill's eyes closed, Carewyn could sense muted flashes of emotions from him thanks to her Legilimency -- fear -- anguish -- grief -- despair --

Whatever he was dreaming about, it had to be the absolute worst kind of nightmare...

Without a second thought, Carewyn reached into the pocket of her suit jacket and took out her wand. Sitting down beside Bill on the bed, she pointed the laurel wand at her best friend's temple and closed her eyes.

"Legilimens."

No matter how inbred her talent in Legilimency was, Carewyn had much less practice purposefully seeking something out in someone's mind. She usually only ever sensed people's emotions and intentions most of the time, rather than try to violate anyone's boundaries by fully penetrating their memories. That was what her twisted grandfather Charles Cromwell had been best at: using his Legilimency to hurt others, by forcing someone to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets to them and even pushing his own demented thoughts into their minds himself. The last time Carewyn could actually remember actively casting Legilimens was seven years ago, when she forced Rakepick to let her into her mind to assess her intentions, back in the Sunken Vault...

Even so, as Carewyn felt herself pushing through Bill's thoughts, she tried hard to be gentle. She didn't try to grab onto anything, letting the memories of fighting Greyback and kissing Fleur for the first time wash over her, and instead tried to just reach Bill where he was. Just find his consciousness, in whatever nightmare he was currently trapped in...

"No -- no, no -- "

Bill!

Carewyn latched onto Bill's voice like it was a lifeline. Following it, she could see the Hogwarts grounds at night. It surrounded her so well that for a moment, she felt like she was once again 16, sneaking out of the school at night and toward the Forbidden Forest -- where Patricia Rakepick was waiting --

No. Carewyn shut down these memories right fast. She didn't want to risk that any negative thought she had would penetrate Bill's mind. Especially not of that night...that night where she lost Rowan had been the worst in her life, she would never inflict that on Bill --

"Nooooo..."

Carewyn turned, seeking out Bill's consciousness. What she found instead, though, was a hairy, hulking mass, bearing down on her -- white-fanged and snarling --

Carewyn nearly shot out of Bill's mind, she was so taken aback and frightened. She could feel the wolf's jaws snapping down on the air to her left -- Carewyn tried to evade the negative thought, once again seeking out Bill --

"NO!" she heard Bill's voice scream. "NOOOO!"

Carewyn pushed through Bill's dream, trying to follow her friend's voice, but it was proving impossible. Bill's voice was echoing from all sides of her -- seemingly from everywhere, and out of everything. Out of the trees, the full moon overhead...the bodies...

Carewyn felt like her heart had leapt up into her throat. She hadn't taken note of the many bloodstained bodies on the ground until she'd tried pushing through this dream, but now they were starkly, horrifically apparent. And when Carewyn actually dared to look at the one closest to her, her blood ran cold when she realized she recognized her from one of the photographs Tonks had passed along to her, from Bill...

Fleur. This was Fleur Delacour, Bill's fiancee --

Carewyn's blue eyes were wide with alarm as she looked around at the other bodies scattered around.

Dumbledore. Rowan. Cedric. Charlie, Ben, Merula, Penny, and Tonks -- McGonagall and Flitwick, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Mad-Eye Moody -- Arthur and Molly Weasley, Fred, George, Ron, Percy --

Everyone was there. All of her and Bill's old school friends in the Circle of Khanna -- all of their favorite teachers -- Bill's entire family -- they were all dead, slashed and bitten open with blood sprayed everywhere --

Bill's worst nightmare. His worst fear, from the time he was a student: losing everyone he'd ever loved --

"NO! CAREY!"

And Carewyn realized. Her eyes wider than ever, she whirled around as the werewolf lunged at her, just barely avoiding his massive jaws a second time. His eyes were pure white and monstrous, lacking any awareness or humanity -- but even so, the beast's fur was a dark, bloodstained ginger-red.

"Bill," Carewyn breathed.

The werewolf lunged.

"NO!" Bill's voice screamed around her.

Dodging the werewolf's claws as he slashed at her, Carewyn took out her wand, holding both it and her hand up.

"Bill -- " she said urgently, "Bill, listen to me. This isn't real -- none of this is real -- "

The werewolf snapped at the air just short of her hair. Carewyn could hear Bill's voice echoing around her.

"NO! Run, Carey! RUN! PLEASE!"

"I'm not leaving you!" Carewyn told Bill fiercely.

She looked around, thinking quickly. She could feel Bill's fear as her own -- logic wasn't going to work in breaking him out of this bad dream. She'd need to influence his mind with her own thoughts -- her own feelings --

Carewyn's eyes lingered on the full moon before they quickly snapped back to the werewolf with fresh resolve. As the werewolf lunged, Carewyn -- instead of flinching back -- moved with all of the courage she could and seized both of his shoulders, holding Bill back away from her enough that he couldn't bite her.

"Listen to me," she said urgently, "It's not real, Bill. That full moon up there? It isn't real. Look."

In her mind's eye, Carewyn tried to imagine the sun. She tried to feel its warm in her own body, and then tried to push the memory out -- out toward Bill, toward the werewolf he dreamt he was --

Feel the sun. Feel the warmth -- feel it burn --

Little by little, miraculously, the full moon seemed to brighten. In response, the whole sky also seemed to lighten, becoming blue and clear, with white clouds. As the sky brightened, the bodies slowly vanished, leaving nothing but a wide, open, green hill.

The werewolf crumpled in on himself. Slowly his reddish fur was receding -- soon too did his teeth and claws -- the blood was dissolving away, and his clothes were reforming...becoming handsome burgundy dress robes, adorned with gold...

Bill was shaking from head to toe as Carewyn held his shoulders. He breathed hard, his freckled face very pale, as he raised his head, his wide blue eyes bleary with tears.

"...Carey..."

Carewyn smiled in relief. "Come on, Bill. You don't want to be late."

Bill blinked, disoriented. "Late?"

Carewyn indicated where they now were, nodding. "Don't you know what day it is? Everyone's waiting for you..."

Bill and Carewyn both looked down the hill, below which rested the beautiful, familiarly cozy Burrow. There was a beautiful gazebo set up, around which Fred, George, and Ginny were all flying on broomsticks. Charlie had just landed astride a tamed Welsh Green dragon, on which also rode Barnaby and Liz -- Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were greeting Lane Cromwell, Jacob, and McGonagall, while Lupin and Tonks were in active conversation with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And approaching the hill, dressed in angelic white robes and a veil and holding a bouquet of gold and white flowers, was Fleur, her porcelain face alight with joy at the sight of him.

Carewyn felt Bill falter in her hands.

"Fleur..." he breathed.

Carewyn let go of his shoulders at once. Bill's elation swirled off of him and all around her as he ran, all the way down the hill, with his arms thrown open.

"Fleur -- FLEUR!"

Fleur's arms opened for him. When he reached her, the entire dream seemed to quake with a small explosion of joy. It rushed Carewyn backward like a leisurely wave, and she let it carry her, back through Bill's dreams and out of his mind altogether.

Carewyn could hear Bill exhale as she opened her eyes. Her eyes flooded with relieved tears at the sight of Bill lying still, his freckled hand open and relaxed on the sheets.

His nightmare was over.

Breathing shakily, Carewyn tucked her wand back into her interior jacket pocket. Trying to will down her heart rate and breath, she bent down over Bill, sensing his thoughts as best she could.

His emotions were calm. They were quiet. ...Peaceful...

A sigh of relief fell from Carewyn's lips as she bowed her head and closed her eyes. She sat there for a moment, her forehead lightly resting beside Bill's, and monitored his calmer feelings -- making sure they stayed happy. Then she slowly opened her eyes again, looked over Bill's sleeping, bandaged face, and smiled gently.

"...Sleep well, Bill," she whispered.

She placed a light kiss to the top of her best friend's head. Then Carewyn got up off the bed and crossed the room, over to the window.

It was mere seconds later that Bill opened his eyes. He blinked and looked up and around blearily.

"...Carey...?"

Bill heard only sounds of nature. He inched himself up and out of bed with difficulty, and when he did, he saw the window of the Hospital Wing left ajar, with a robin standing on the sill. The plump little bird looked back at him, the red spot around her beak glinting in the moonlight, before she took flight, flapping away into the night.

Bill gradually fell back against the pillows propped up on the back of his bed, his eyes filling with tears too as he squinted out at the tiny bird flying away.

From the time he and Carewyn first became friends at Hogwarts, they'd saved each other multiple times, both while dealing with the Cursed Vaults and while facing off against R. In the Sunken Vault Bill had refused to leave Carewyn's side, even when death had been a near certainty.

And now -- even while having to play her part and distance herself from him for the sake of the fight against Voldemort...Carewyn had done it again. She had come to his rescue.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #my fanfiction #carewyn cromwell #nymphadora tonks #bill weasley #remus lupin #albus dumbledore #severus snape #fleur delacour

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intoxicatingintimacyy · 1 year ago

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Hi all! Looking for some fandom plots atm cause I’m missing my angsty babies hehe. I’m 25 and go by Tulsa and have been writing since I was probably 11 or 12?? Soooo for a hot minute lol. I’d definitely consider myself literate-adv. Lit as I’m able to pump out 3+ paras depending on the scene/reply. However, I will say, my favorite types of roleplays are around 2-3 shorter paras and rapid fire *chef’s kiss*. Non-rapid fire isn’t a deal breaker though, I know not everyone has time or attention haha.

RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

I talked a little bit about literacy already, but just to specify I write in third person past tense and will always reply with at least a paragraph and I’d like the same in return. One-liners just make it hard to immerse yourself. I won’t roleplay with anyone who writes in the first person though, it lowkey makes me uncomfy…

I’m a sucker for some good smut scenes, especially when they include angst or come from something angsty or toxic (pls), so I’d prefer partners who are comfortable writing nsfw content. Of course we’ll discuss specific personal triggers together too, as for kinks though my characters have different ones based on THEM, not me. This has confused people in the past so just let me know if I need to explain any further : )

As far as doubling goes, I’ve heard it described in different ways by different people. The first way is just playing side characters to help world build and give the plot more substance/drama, that I absolutely do and would want my partner to do as well. Obviously our ship will be the main focus, but other characters bring the world to life! The second form of doubling I’ve come across is almost in a transactional sort of way? Kind of a ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine’ type of thing. I don’t do that. There are a few canons I can and enjoy playing in these fandoms that we can discuss me playing for you if you have a pairing you want to do, but I just don’t like when people EXPECT me to double for ‘fairness’ sakes, it’s a big pet peeve of mine….

I think those are all of the rules I have? Well, at least that I’m remembering right now lol. Onto what I’m looking for I suppose: I’m looking for partners who are open to playing M characters in MxF plots. I have ~some~ original ideas, but I tend to like fandom plots best. These are some of the pairings I’m currently craving, the role with the asterisks (*) around them would be who you’d play. The next role would be who I’d play, with their standing as a chara in parenthesis and then the fandom after the dash!

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

Those are what I have right now, at least for this ad. Please keep in mind, all of my original characters have bios/backstories that are at least a page long if not longer. I know some folks have their opinions on ocs, but even just taking a look and deciding no is cool with me : )

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

Loves to gush about the characters/pairings/fandom we’re writing. I love getting invested and coming up with potential future plot points or doing aus or hcs about where they could end up. It’s all so fun!

In that same vein though, I do want to set a boundary: I don’t do anything that requires me to share my voice or get off of discord. I have super bad anxiety so any kind of call or sharing of personal info stresses me out a lot. I’ve tried it once and it all ended in a mess and I’d rather not get into it again, so please be able to respect that.

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

#roleplay #fandom rp #teen wolf rp #stranger things rp #literate roleplay #marvel roleplay #st rp #thor rp #vampire diaries rp #spencer reid rp #literate rp #loki laufeyson rp #loki roleplay #loki rp #mcu rp #mcu roleplay #marvel rp #fandom #original character

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findyourrp · 1 year ago

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RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Inuyasha* x Kagome Higurashi (Canon) - Inuyasha

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Tomoe* x Nanami Momozono (Canon) - Kamisama Kiss

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Male!OC* x F!OC - Percy Jackson

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

🫶🏻

#submission

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Inuyasha* x Kagome Higurashi (Canon) - Inuyasha

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Tomoe* x Nanami Momozono (Canon) - Kamisama Kiss

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Male!OC* x F!OC - Percy Jackson

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

#teen wolf rp #vampire diaries rp #inuyasha rp #harry potter rp #percy jackson rp #criminal minds rp #stranger things rp #kamisama kiss rp #the hunger games rp #thor rp #mcu rp

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mightbewriting · 2 years ago

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Hello! I loved Almost Nothing At All and really enjoyed the way you structured it! Can you tell us about your writing process with it? What was the first part you thought of? How did you end up structuring it the way you did? Hope you’re doing well, and thank you for all the wonderful stories you’ve shared with us! Happy holidays! 💖🎄

omg hi anon! thank you so much! that really means so much. like a stupid amount. because the writing process looked a lil something like this:

to be totally honest, i had a lot of trouble writing for advent this year. i struggled with a lot of internalized pressure to ~get it right~ and not disappoint anyone who nominated me, and i didn't have any immediate bursts of inspiration with my prompts.

so since you asked, i'll walk you through the horror show that was my process this year lol.

the 2022 dhr advent doc has all my brainstorming rando thoughts in it. it's got 1700 words of concepts that didn't grow legs, outlines i didn't ultimately like the direction of, and a lot of me trying to talk myself into liking at least one idea, any idea. most projects i work on have a doc like this, it's just a brain dump. normally it's more productive and less chaotic though lol.

draft one has a thousand words of a time loop concept that ultimately didn't work out.

draft two is 4700 words of my actual first draft of almost nothing at all. it's in third person (which is relevant in a minute lol) and includes the back and forth structure that's hinged on those bits of dialogue slingshotting draco between his present and his past. the initial inspo for the fic came from the yearning feeling i got listening to conan gray's people watching, and so my brainstorm doc has a section i added to it after my first attempted story idea bombed about capturing that feeling. i ran with that idea, began writing this draft, and then went back to my brainstorming doc and wrote this (which is that ultimately gave this story its structure):

so there was some back and forth for me too figuring out not just my premise, but also my structure. (which are the two essential components to my writing process: what is my story and how am i telling it).

draft three is almost 5k of this fic written in first person. i wasn't feeling like i fully nailed the ~feeling~ i wanted in my first draft, so i tried for an even closer pov. tbh, i did really like this story in first person, but ultimately had to decide if it was doing enough for the narrative to counteract the very real preference against first person story telling in this fandom (once again, not wanting to disappoint the folks who nominated me played a part)

draft four is a the final product you see on ao3 after i got some feedback from all the people who helped convince me it wasn't as bad as my writer neuroses kept telling me it was. with those few changes, i also switched it back into third person. which was a pain.

so then what's draft five? it's 2.5k of Panic Other Fic i wrote the day before advent was due because i still couldn't shake feeling like i didn't land the story how i wanted to (still don't, but i've accepted it lol). i liked it enough that i will post it eventually too, but i didn't end up scrapping my original advent fic bc sounder minds told me to buck up and get over myself (in much nicer words).

all of which is to say, this is probably way more than you asked for, but maybe there's some reassurance to be had for anyone out there struggling with their work. sometimes the process is stupid messy, sometimes it's riddled with self doubt and false starts, and sometimes it never fully comes together the way you want it to in your head. all those things are okay, and none of them negate the value of the thing you actually made. i'm so thrilled folks have enjoyed this fic, perhaps even more so because of the struggle to write it. and even if it's still not exactly what i was imagining, i'm at least trying to appreciate it for what it became and the enjoyment its giving other people!

#almost nothing at all #anonymous asks

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romaine2424 · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday: The Azkaban Letters Chapter 9: The Mothers

Long Snippet: (This is Draft)

The fourth-floor landing, including the runner carpets, were designed to celebrate the native summer heather. Harry let his hand run along the carved oak railings until he reached the last door on the right. It was to Narcissa’s sitting room. Only a few pillars that stretched from floor to ceiling broke his rhythm.

He knocked before pressing down on the lever to open it. “Narcissa. Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll go,” Harry said as he saw Narcissa, Queenie Greengrass, Violette Bullstrode, and Gwendolyn Goyle having high tea. They were dressed in their finest pastel robes sitting at the white linen covered round table in the centre of what Narcissa now called the Ladies drawing room. The lavender drapes, hiding two large windows on either side of the balcony’s French doors, had been pulled. He could only imagine the doors being opened and fresh spring air blowing through. He began to shut the door.

“Harry!” Narcissa said so abruptly that he froze before he could shut it completely. “Please, come in. We would enjoy your company. I didn’t know you’d be home so early.”

Harry opened the door a bit further. “I didn’t expect to be. I should’ve notified you. I—I’m not dressed for high tea,” he said with grin.

“Come in, Harry. We’ll forgive you this time,” Queenie Greengrass said with a quick smile. She lifted her wand and an additional chair made its way between her and Gwendolyn Goyle.

“Okay,” Harry said. “But I do promise next time to wear my robes.” This he’d learned from Narcissa that it showed respect for the hostess serving high tea. Their normal tea-time meetings were casual and usually held in this same room but by the fire or on the first floor, a few times in a small conservatory they discovered off the kitchen, which had a door that led out into the back garden.

Gwendolyn poured his tea for him. He added his normal two sugars and splash of milk. He eyed the three-tier silver tray knowing to start at the bottom with the sandwiches first. “We were discussing Halloween and the upcoming holidays. We have decided we will take a stroll along the forest edge to collect holly, juniper, and pine for the wreaths and garland,” Narcissa said. Harry shook his head. Thinking of Christmas was so far from his thoughts. His instinct was to say ‘whatever you want’ but he heard Draco’s voice push through. His voice telling him that there were things to live for. And since his first Christmas at Hogwarts, he loved Christmas. He needed to step back and allow these joyous moments back into his life.

“That sounds lovely. And a large tree in the entryway, I hope,” Harry replied. “We’ll have to ask the house-elves if there are any ornaments, but making our own could be nice, too.” He almost laughed seeing the pleased expressions on the four witches’ faces. Gwendolyn’s was the warmest. Her face was round, much like the rest of her. Her dark brown eyes expressed her emotions freely. She was known to roll them when Narcissa spoke at length about the treasures now lost at Malfoy Manor. “Are there any plans for Halloween?”

The witches’ sitting room became quiet. Harry glanced up and saw that the mothers were all looking at each other. Narcissa cleared her throat. “Harry, traditionally we would decorate, have a feast, and there would be games. But we know the date also coincides with the night of your parent’s passing.”

“Is there something I should do to mark the event?”

“There is if you choose to,” said Gwendolyn. “In our home, we usually leave an empty spot at the table, then have a toast after dinner and a personal story or two is told.”

“We do the same, but also place an altar by the hearth. Pictures of those we’ve lost are placed on it along with the honouring of Sahmain as a harvest feast. Gourds, squashes, apples and even breads are placed there, too,” Violette said.

“Oh, that is lovely,” Narcissa said. “We should see if Florean will bake some bannoks. And I’ll ask the elves to make sure we have a good number of pumpkins. Jack o’ lanterns are a must.”

“I think that all would be really nice,” Harry said. “Though I don’t have any personal stories to tell. I’ll leave the decorating up to all of you on that front. It’s likely I won’t be here much as per the usual.”

“So, Halloween is settled then,” Narcissa said. “Oh, and Harry, remember some of us were at Hogwarts when your parents were there. We might be a tad older, but I still have a few vivid recollections of them in school.”

“Violette and I were just a year older,” Gwendolyn said. “We have stories.”

“And they’d be <i>nice</i> stories?” Harry said with a hopeful laugh.

Chapter 8 Snippet: Letters to Narcissa

Coming Summer 2023

#romaine2424 fics #The Azkaban Letters #Wednesday WIP Snippets

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yetanotherrpfinder · 1 year ago

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RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

#submission

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sitp-recs · 2 years ago

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Happy happy birthday @cavendishbutterfly! I still remember the excitement and blissful joy of finding your writing through Bridges, which remains one of my favorite Drarry oneshots to this day! I’m so happy to share this space with someone as talented and cheerful as you. Your fics have brought me comfort and warm, fuzzy feelings when I needed the most, and I love your supportive and positive energy towards fandom and your friends. Here’s a humble Cav reclist to celebrate your birthday and spread some love for my favourite gems. Check out that range with so many comfort tropes and ratings, plus the sexy healing and evocative atmosphere we deserve. From short shorts with beautiful prose to an 80k 8th year epic, this list has everything you need to get through one more week. And btw, Cav was incredibly prolific last year and I think everyone should go check their full catalogue right away. Then join me to add your own favorites 🎉🎉🎉

Windy City (T, 1.6k) - one of my earliest faves, such gorgeous prose and a sharp sense of place, the melancholy urban atmosphere is breathtaking. And journalist Harry as a treat!

Harry works hard at this whole journalism thing, even when they send him abroad to do his investigating. He'd just rather be home.

In The Wings (T, 1.6k) - this short is so gentle and healing I could cry, I’m enchanted by Draco’s soft pov and those vivid ballet descriptions, so very dreamy!

Ballet has been a path to healing for Draco after the war. Now, it's his final performance in the starring role, and his boyfriend is in the audience for the first time.

To Make A Way (E, 5.4k) - the fuck buddies cinema AU you didn’t know you needed! Sexy af mixing casual and sweet, organic slow burn and a gorgeous contemplative tone underneath. It’s about the aching!

When Harry finds Draco in the back row of the cinema, he doesn't mean to accidentally befriend him. Or fuck him. Or catch feelings. The thing is, Draco only does casual.

Glowing (T, 9.7k) - the softest vampire cottagecore domesticity you’ll read today, this made my heart melt. So darling and intimate, it felt like I was right there beside them. Flatmates by Cav just hits differently, I’m telling you!

Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet. Cue soft blood drinking, quiet nights of reading and crocheting, and Harry thinking that maybe--just maybe--he might not be so alone anymore.

Bridges (E, 16k) - ultimate comfort read with travel roommates exploring Budapest, Harry exploring his sexuality, soft contemplation and poignant conversations. I love how easily this fic flows and the atmosphere is 👨‍🍳💋

Harry and Draco are on a trip to Budapest to help with Kingsley's re-election, but that's the boring bit. More interesting: Harry Potter is changing his Tinder preferences to include men.

The Hardest Hue To Hold (M, 17k) - another incredible love story set outside the UK with a charming academic background and fascinating characters. I love how Cav included different mythology references, and the honest, delicate take on Harry’s trans journey.

Harry needs to get the hell out of England. So he sets up a teaching assistantship in America, hops on a plane, and heads off to a fresh start. Except there’s a familiar face among the university faculty, and it’s really not the familiar face that Harry wanted. Or at least, it’s not who Harry wanted at first.

Inertia (E, 83k) - almost 100k of delicious 8th year enemies to friends to lovers, I live for the angsty slow burn and the exquisite coming of age vibes. Soft and healing and full of hope!

It’s three months after the war. Harry has already mucked up all his plans. Draco is no longer the prince of Slytherin house. And they sure as hell didn’t both mean to go back to Hogwarts at the same time. Cue snarking, long conversations…and unexpected snogging.

#happy bday Cav! 🎉🎉#drarry recs #Sitp faves

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ink-splotch · 7 years ago

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Have you ever written about all the little moments that Ron realized he was falling in love with Hermione? Love your writing!

Probably the closest I’ve come to that is this excerpt from my “Ron as the Chosen One” fic (which I love quite a lot– Ron’s not any more or less loyal, tetchy, insecure, or brilliant as the Boy Who Lived and the youngest boy of the seven Weasley orphans than he was as Harry Potter’s sidekick. And he is a delight to write.).

This is Ron’s version of that bit in the seventh book, the bit in the Great Hall, and then the Stone in the forest, the walking out to die, and what came after– with Dumbledore and the train station. But for Ron it’s not Dumbledore and the train station, and it, among other things, ends up being about Hermione.

Er, warnings for spoilers about who I decided to kill v. not kill to match it up with a different protagonist’s emotional journey.

Ron did not see Bill go down. He wasn’t sure who did, or how it happened, or when– while Harry was racing up the stairs to find the diadem? While Ron was hissing open the passage to the Chamber? While he was kissing Hermione in an ankle-deep puddle of slimy water and dropped basilisk fangs?

Ron didn’t see Bill go down, he just stepped into the Great Hall and found him there, laid out and peaceful.

It had always been easy to pick his family out of a crowd– the hair, the sort of volume that Fred and George and Ginny had always carried with them, Charlie’s big friendly smile. It was easy to pick his family out of this crowd– the hair, the hands grasping hands grasping shoulders grasping elbows, the way George cried quiet and hard and familiarly.

Ron thought dully, At least this time we’ll have something to bury.

He stepped forward, past rushing young soldiers and past the tired teachers who watched their students go by, breathless, desperate. His family– and there was Fleur, laid out beside Bill, their hands almost touching. Her hair was long and mussed from the fight, the fall. Her face was pale. Ron tried to take another step forward.

Closer, and he could see them better. Closer, and he could ask how, and when, and why. Closer, and he could forget how to stand up at all.

A hand on his elbow stopped him in tracks. It was easy. He wasn’t sure he was touching the ground, except everything also felt so heavy, pulling his wrists down and down. He turned and Hermione was standing there.

Fred was gone, and now Bill was dead, and Fleur, and Hermione was standing there. Her hair was untamed, as it had been every day except for a ball once upon a time. She had put her wand away.

She had put her wand away and she was crying, and he always forgot how brave that looked on her. Hermione was crying, nose snotty and cheeks shiny, and she was going to save the world, this girl. She already had, and she was going to keep on doing it– waving petitions in peoples’ faces, and pulling things out of her magic bag like Mary Poppins, and never giving up, not even when things were impossible, not even on him.

When she reached out, Ron folded in, burying his face in her hair and crying until he stopped. Then he pulled back and scrubbed at dirty cheeks. He still had his wand fisted in his other hand. “We have work to do,” he said. “C'mon, let’s–” He scrubbed at his eyes with his fist again. “Let’s find Harry.”

Voldemort had already given his ultimatum– the Boy Who Lived, for all of you. Pansy had been all for it, and then Ron had let Hogwarts defend him.

Ron remembered Ginny’s dark robes and bright hair, lying on the Chamber floor, discarded like so much refuse. Tom Riddle had been young, translucent, and he had smirked over that barely breathing body, knowing exactly who would come for her.

Bill had cleaned all the picture frames hanging around the Burrow. He had hung up new ones, from the years spent bouncing from house to house, but he had kept up all their old ones. Their parents had danced above the mantle, Molly in gingham, and Arthur in a tux that didn’t fix him. They had held hands, beamed, and waved in the polaroid tacked up in the kitchen beside Bill’s postcards. Ron had heard their last words, echoing in his skull, dredged up by nightmares. He couldn’t even remember seeing the way they looked, fallen, the shape of their cooling bodies on the nursery room floor.

Which room had been the nursery, even? Which– Bill would know, but Bill was dead. Bill was another body strewn between Ron and the end of this. Charlie would know, or Percy, maybe, but Ron wasn’t going to have a chance to ask them.

George had stopped crying, mostly, talking quietly to Ginny. Charlie was laying wards down and down around the Hall with McGonagall. Harry and Hermione were with Neville, leaning over the Marauder’s Map rolled out over a bench at the Hufflepuff table, making battle plans. Ron went out through a side door and headed toward the Forest.

The trees were tall. The wind was cold. There were things that lived out here, spiders and nightmares, but he knew where he was going. If he was frightened, it didn’t matter.

Ron turned the Stone three times in his hand. Harry had the Cloak, and Hermione had won rights to the Elder Wand, disarming Draco in a skirmish– but Dumbledore had left Ron the Stone. He turned it three times and his ghosts stepped into view.

“Ron,” Molly Weasley said, squeezing insubstantial hands together, and Ron looked at her standing there. She was plump and short, with flushed cheeks and a wand shoved through her bunned-up hair. He had seen her in a dozen pictures, beaming and scolding and napping, and he wasn’t sure if this felt worse because it was just another picture, or because it wasn’t.

“Hi, Mum,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Molly said hotly, like she was Percy in a temper, and Ron almost smiled. “You haven’t got anything to be sorry for, sweetheart.”

Her hair– Arthur’s, Bill’s, Fred’s– it should have been red, but it was a listless silver. He could see the trees through them, the drooping pine needles and whispering leaves. Ginny could always tell Fred and George apart, but Ron never could– except that now Fred looked so young. George had been growing and growing, outliving him, and he would go on outgrowing him forever.

“He’s alright,” said Fred. “Isn’t he?” And Ron nodded, because he was bad at lying aloud.

“Take care of Art,” said Bill. The earring Fleur had talked him into getting glittered in his earlobe, the brightest thing in eyesight. “You will take care of him, won’t you?”

“You named him after me?” said Arthur. “Oh goodness. Dear,” he said, patting at Molly’s hand. “We have a grandchild.”

“We’ll take care of him,” said Ron. “He’s got so much family,” he said and his voice broke. “They’ll be there.”

“Chin up,” said Fred, a little wetly. “You’ve got work to do, little brother.”

“We love you,” said Bill. “It’s going to be alright.”

But Ron knew how to care more about what he needed to do than what he wanted. He dropped the Stone, round and grey and anonymous, to the Forest floor and he moved on.

When he reached the clearing, Ron did raise his wand. There was no old friend of his mother’s to tell him about the Horcruxes, about the way Dumbledore had been raising and raising him to die. But Ron had walked out into the Forest to die for his friends, his family, and that was enough for the magic. He raised his wand because if he could take out a few of them before he went, all the better.

Ron shot out an Avada Kedavra with all he had in him, but Voldemort’s hit first, and the Boy Who Lived fell down dead.

When Ron opened his eyes, the clearing was empty. The trees, which had been towering and grasping and dark, were peaceful. The Death Eaters were gone, Hagrid, flushed and sobbing, was gone. Starlight dripped down through the leaves. The shadows of the Forest circled round and round him, calm, all-encompassing. There was something twisted and bloody, tucked in the curve of some old roots across the leaf-strewn ground.

A Killing Curse must kill something, said a voice. But there were two lives in you. That is a piece of Tom Riddle’s soul.

Wind ran through the branches and it wasn’t cold. “This is a weird dream,” said Ron. “Am I dead?”

Not yet.

He blinked and he was standing in Ginny’s shed. It was all spare parts and clutter. The door of the Ford Anglia was unlatched, hanging open.

You do not have to stay, said the voice, and Ron thought about that. He thought about what he wanted.

He closed his eyes and the white queen stood over Harry, crumpled on the cold chessboard, eleven years old.

Ron opened his eyes and it was summer behind the Burrow. Ginny was balancing a box of tools on the edge of the Ford’s open hood, looking inside. He was fifteen, a Triwizard champion. She was thirteen, bare years away from the cold sludgy water of the Chamber floor. She startled at the noise of his step behind her and the tool box fell, shining wrenches going bouncing and banging all over the dirty floor.

He squeezed his eyes shut again. The sound reverberated through his skull, clashing and clinging, metal on metal on wood. His heart beat in his ears.

Ron wanted to lie down and sleep forever. He was done losing brothers. He was done watching Hermione cry. He didn’t want to see that ever again. Hermione looked so brave, even when she cried, especially when she cried, and he wanted to run away to some place where no one had to be brave.

What did he want? Ginny was fierce and terrible, but she was so scared when there was no one looking, and so Ron didn’t look. Harry had hung, bloated, in the cold water under the Lake, and it had been a game, just a game, Ron knew how to play games. George had cried out, Ron had reached out, when Fred fell softly backward through that archway into whispering veils. Ron had reached out, and now he could catch him, catch up to a fate he’d been chasing for years.

You do not have to stay.

But Hermione was going to save the world. Harry was going to tug at his already messy hair on late nights, studying to be an Auror like his mother, like his uncle, and he was going to help people. George was going to torment a whole new generation of Hogwarts teachers with the trinkets and tricks he’d sell to the schoolchildren. Charlie would burn pot roasts for dinners, years and years of them, and Percy, muttering, would fix them all as best he could.

Hermione was going to save the world, and Ron wanted to be there to see it.

They were going to lose things they had wanted to keep. He never wanted to see Hermione cry again, but he would, because he wanted to hear her correct his spelling, and to see her roll her eyes and to call giant old tomes “some light bedtime reading.”

He wanted to hear about all of the hazings Lily would gleefully concoct for Harry when he joined the Aurors. He wanted to teach Bill’s kid how to play wizard’s chess, and to see Charlie go back to school, and to argue with Ginny about comics. He wanted to know what Hermione looked like in the morning, sleep-mussed and soft, smiling.

Ron opened his eyes.

–excerpt from the last son by dirgewithoutmusic

#so this is really long and i apologize #but i really did want to put all of it down #i almost included the bit about draco that comes right after this #but i resisted #undiscoveredshades

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softlystarstruck · 3 years ago

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✩ softly reading, aug 23 - 29 ✩

here are the drarry fics i’ve read this past week! quite a lot of fantastic short ones, some rereads, and lots of hot fics 👀 my lists now have a new addition- self recs! my friends hyped me up to include works that i published within the week, so they’re in blue :) hope you enjoy some of these! short & sweet and non-drarry under the cut

✩ - a fave | 🔥 - hot | purple- reread | blue- self-rec

spotlight rec

✩ sourdough by @academicdisaster24 [M, 17k]

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

why i rec this: this is probably one of my favorite drarry fics in existence, and i reread it regularly 🙈 the story hits every right note for me, and i ADORE this draco! it’s a wonderful comfort read that has depth, humor, tenderness, and an abundance of bread 💕

longer reads

✩ To Be Like Geese by @writandromance [M, 211k] (very strong contender for the spotlight rec because i adore this fic)

Harry thinks he should have expected some blood and screaming at any Hogwarts-sanctioned event, even almost a decade after leaving school, but the greater surprise is in witnessing Draco Malfoy come to the rescue. Draco thinks it’s just his rotten luck that Harry Potter's asked for his help. The rest is a love story.

✩ Heartache by @bixgirl1 [E, 25k]

Harry doesn't think about Malfoy anymore. Not really. Not intentionally.

✩ Recalibrate by saras_girl [E, 20k] 🔥

Sometimes, you need to step back and think about things from a new perspective. Other times, you’ve just got to open your eyes to what you needed all along.

✩ Pieces of You by @janieohio, podfic by PhenominalAsterick [T, 12k]

Harry and Draco have moved in together, but Harry is hiding the truth of his childhood from Draco. Draco struggles to understand until a phone call from Harry's estranged cousin changes everything. [Pod Together 2021]

Jailbait by @spindlekiss [M, 12k]

Draco thought of it as a life sentence, Harry thought of it as a challenge.

short & sweet

I’m Not In Your Dreams by ununquadius [T, 9.1k]

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Aletheia by @lazywonderlvnd [E, 8.3k] 🔥

Draco finds out Daphne's been shagging Potter and it turns out it's really not that difficult to get a piece of her hair.

The Mystery Beneath the Towel by @jeanm3 [E, 6.4k] 🔥

For a gay man, the men Aurors’ locker room was like a meat market. Or at least that was what Draco liked to think.

✩ A Virtue by @p1013 [E, 5.3k] 🔥

Harry thinks stakeouts are boring. Up until the point he doesn't.

✩ The Notion of Attention by @the-starryknight [T, 4.2k]

In the moments before Harry woke, Draco drifted through the little flat, puzzling over the little artifacts of Harry in every corner. Here are a few of the things that Draco learned: Harry lived alone. Harry was a good cook. He liked expensive coffee from that bodega on Horizont Alley and kept his flat perfectly clean. And he might be exclusively seeing Draco.

the moon between my hands by me [M, 3.7k]

Malfoy sits in the common room late at night, and Harry joins her. (They’re girls and they’re falling in love.)

✩ Together Like This by @shealwaysreads [E, 3.1k] 🔥

Draco attempts to prove to himself that he doesn’t deserve what he wants. Harry proves him wrong.

anticipation by me [E, 3k] 🔥🏳️‍⚧️

Sometimes, being married to Harry Potter goes a bit more like this: being stuck at an hours-long gala, schmoozing with rich purebloods in order to secure funds for the Potter-Malfoy charity foundation, delicately stuffing one’s face with hors d'oeuvres in order to avoid probing, gossip-fueled questions. All done with a plug up the arse.

✩ we’re so young, boy (ain’t got nothin to lose) by @swisstae [M, 2.9k]

“Then what, Potter? What do you want?” Malfoy’s voice is equally soft, almost a breathy sigh than actual words. And that’s the question, isn’t it? What does Harry want? He doesn’t know.

Show Me by @bangyababy [E, 2.5k] 🔥

On Harry and Draco's anniversary, they decide to try something new, but Draco won't do anything he isn't 100% sure Harry wants. So Harry tells him, every step of the way.

Delivering Desire by keyflight790 [T, 1.8k]

FLOO: The Food and Lifestyle Online Organization designed to deliver your every desire. Harry's a delivery boy, and can't wait to give Draco a package.

✩ we do this by @maesterchill [T, 1.7k]

There are so many good things about sharing a flat with Harry Potter.

✩ In Another Life by @bonesliketambourines [E, 1.5k] 🔥

Harry might have been temporarily de-corporealized, but Draco thinks he's as boo-tiful as ever.

✩ Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy [E, 1.4k] 🔥

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

Tinder Date Gone Wrong by @slytherinnbitch [G, 1.2k]

“Tell me he isn’t actually that much of an idiot.” Weasley says and shakes his head. “We all agree he is an idiot but why exactly in this case, if you don’t mind me asking.” Draco asks. “Because he clearly can’t see that you’re deeply in love with him, that’s why!”

non-drarry

✩ you are good by @academicdisaster24 [T, 969 words, wolfstar]

It had always been Sirius who could find him. Who could deftly untangle the web of emotions that often threatened to choke him, soothe and sweeten and soften all of Remus’ difficult edges and messy lines.

#softly reading august 2021 #softly reading #drarry #drarry rec list #drarry fic rec #hp fic rec

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yan-senna · 3 years ago

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I’m Never Enough Pt. 2 (LM & daughter! reader)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Lucius Malfoy & daughter! reader. I only own Y/N who is 15 years old while Draco is 17 years old.

This is a request from @encantadiafan12 on here on Tumblr & Wattpad. Thank you for your request!

Here’s part 1 of the one shot!

It’s been around two and a half years since Lucius and Y/N’s fight. When he finally realises what a horrible father he has been, will he do anything about it? Or will it be too late to fix his relationship with his daughter?

PS: This includes both a sad ending and a happy ending. Choose which one you would like! The first one is the sad one, which is the original ending.

I hope you enjoy!

PS: You can send requests!

Word count: 1.2k (sad ending), 1.4k (happy ending)

Published: 1/25/2022

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TW: Angst - bad father-daughter relationship

Ever since her fight with her father, Y/N Malfoy has barely spoken to him. If even said a word at all.

That year, she did as she was told - she did not come home for Christmas. Neither did she the year after that.

In fact, she hasn’t for three times in a row.

This saddens her mother quite a bit - she has missed her little girl during the best time of the year.

Her brother is saddened by it as well - the first time, the boy was thrilled to be the centre of attention. However, it got quite boring the year after. He missed his little sister.

Her father, however, didn’t seem to be faced at all - he didn’t mention her once.

The only time Y/N Malfoy is actually home is during the summer break. She’s sleeping over at her friends’ houses most of the time, though.

She rarely sees her family, and they rarely see her.

The girl simply can’t stay there as long as her father is there as well.

It breaks her heart, knowing that she’s in the presence of someone who doesn’t love her. Perhaps even hates her.

Therefore, she has decided to ignore him, pretending he doesn’t exist. She has slowly started to believe that she doesn’t have a father anymore.

Which might be the best for her mental health.

Their non-existing relationship is affecting the whole family. Narcissa is sad all the time while Draco is irritated and grumpy.

This situation isn’t helping their other situation - the Dark Lord.

As Y/N has barely been home, she hasn’t seen the new residents of Malfoy Manor, the Dark Lord and her aunt Bellatrix.

Which is why she hasn’t received the Dark Mark like her big brother.

Draco could really use his sister’s support - the boy is scared.

However, he doesn’t want her to worry about him or become even more sad. She’s already broken from the way Lucius has treated her.

So instead, Draco protects his sister by not telling her what’s going on at home nor by telling her their missions for the Dark Lord.

It’s Y/N’s fifth year and Draco’s last at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord has been living at Malfoy Manor for almost two and a half years now.

All their failures and unsuccessful missions have made the Malfoys stick together and support each other more than ever - which might be why Lucius is sighing to himself, feeling rather sad.

He won’t admit it out loud, he’s too proud to do that, but he’s starting to miss his daughter.

That’s right, the daughter he has never paid attention to. He has finally come to realise how horrible he has been towards her.

He hasn’t told his wife nor son how he feels. He’s afraid that their reactions will make him feel more guilty than he already does.

Right now, Lucius is pacing in the living room of Malfoy Manor, worried. He has no idea how the war will end.

Will their side win? Or will the Dark Lord die and all his Death Eaters go to Azkaban?

The thought stresses him out. He cannot go back to Azkaban, he just can’t! That place is horrible.

However, now that Lucius thinks about it, being in Azkaban did make him think about all his life choices. It made him think about what a horrible father he has been.

His train of thoughts is interrupted as somebody puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Lucius?” they ask, slightly startling him.

When Lucius sees that it’s merely his wife, he sighs in relief. He almost expected it was the Dark Lord, ready to torture him.

Looking at his wife’s worried expression, he clears his throat.

“I apologise, Cissy. I was lost in thought” he says, giving her a reassuring smile.

Narcissa nods. “I see. What were you thinking about?” she asks, looking curious.

“I was thinking about what our life will be like when all of this is over…” he says. It’s not completely the truth, but it’s also not completely a lie.

Narcissa grabs his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sure we will be fine, love” she reassures him, kissing his left cheek.

Lucius sighs, feeling a bit better. His dear wife always manages to brighten his day.

A few days later, the time has come. Today, one side will win. The only question is - who will it be?

As all the Death Eaters are waiting in the Forbidden Forest, Lucius is getting impatient. Will the boy show up?

Seconds turn into minutes. Everyone’s on the edge, even the Dark Lord. He seems utterly disappointed.

“I thought he would come” he whispers to himself, believing that he won’t show up.

However, he does.

“The Boy Who Lived… has come to die” the Dark Lord says, having waited so long for this moment.

There’s a long moment of silence before he finally hits the boy with the Killing Curse. Harry Potter is dead.

Once Narcissa has confirmed that the boy has passed away, all the Death Eaters follow the Dark Lord towards Hogwarts, making Hagrid the half-giant carry the dead body.

All the students and teachers look absolutely shocked when they notice the dead boy in Hagrid’s arms.

Some are crying, some are yelling. They are all devastated.

“Harry Potter is dead!” the Dark Lord announces, laughing with his Death Eaters.

“And now is the time to declare yourselves. Come forward and join us… or die” he continues, waiting for anyone to step forward.

It seems that all of them would rather choose death.

As his children don’t step forward, Lucius looks at them.

“Draco…” he calls, extending his hand.

His son doesn’t move a muscle, clearly not wanting to join them. However, when Narcissa calls, the boy reluctantly approaches them, hugging his mother while ignoring his father. Lucius sighs at that.

He then looks at his daughter, Y/N. He hasn’t seen her in a long time, he realises how much she has grown.

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Sad ending

He however also notices the look in her eyes - blank, rather lifeless. He can’t help but feel guilty. He’s sure that he’s the reason for her spark to have disappeared.

He gives her a hopeful yet apologetic look. “Y/N, please…” he begs.

Y/N doesn’t move, she doesn’t even blink. Even her mother can’t make her join them.

As the girl looks down on the ground, clearly made up her mind, Lucius can feel his heart sinking. It’s all his fault.

At this moment, he finally realises. He has lost his daughter… forever.

Suddenly, everybody gasps loudly. The Boy Who Lived is in fact not dead - he defeats the Dark Lord. The Order of the Phoenix has won.

Lucius grabs his wife and son as they run away, not wanting to get caught by Aurors.

As he looks behind him, he sees Y/N. He stops moving and extends his hand, silently pleading for her to follow them.

When the girl merely crosses her arms, standing completely still, Lucius sighs in defeat.

What has he done? He shouldn’t have ignored her… He should have told her that he loved her, and that he always will.

Trying not to let his tears fall, he runs after his wife and son in order not to get caught.

That was the last time he ever saw his daughter.

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Happy ending

He tries not to let any tears fall when he looks into her eyes.

After all this time, even though they have been ignoring each other for two and a half years, he still sees the love in her eyes.

That makes Lucius both happy yet feeling guilty. He truly hopes he can fix this. He has to fix this.

“Y/N, please…” he pleads, extending his hand.

The girl looks deep in thought, thinking about what to do. Sighing, she slowly steps forward.

When she reaches her father, the man wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me” he whispers, blinking away his tears while hiding his face in her hair so no one sees his red eyes.

Y/N hugs him back just as tight, crying herself.

“Do you love me?” she asks, her voice cracking.

This makes him chuckle, kissing the top of her head.

“Of course I do, Y/N. I have and will always love you, my dearest daughter. I’m so sorry, I truly am. I just hope you can forgive me for everything I have done” he begs.

Smiling for the first time in years, Y/N looks up at her father. No one would be able to misunderstand the look in his eyes - guilt and love.

“I forgive you, Father” she tells him.

Lucius sighs in relief, hugging her even tighter. He feels so relieved.

Narcissa and Draco are both smiling as they look at Lucius and Y/N. They are so happy that the two of them are talking again - the Malfoy family has been reunited.

They suddenly realise what’s going on around them - the Boy Who Lived isn’t dead at all.

Of course, Narcissa knew this as she lied to the Dark Lord, but the others had no idea.

Once the Dark Lord is defeated and the Order of the Phoenix has won, the Malfoy family runs away in order not to get caught by the Aurors.

As they are running, Lucius grabs his daughter’s hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, silently telling her that he won’t let go.

At this very moment, Lucius makes a vow to himself. To show love and appreciation for his daughter every day until his last breath.

Their relationship has finally been repaired, and he can’t mess up now. He owes her that much.

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Author’s note:

There will be a part three for the sad ending on 9/8/2022!

The next one shot is “Never Without You” (V/B) while the next HP one shot is “Only Mine” (LM).

Taglist:

@zennyloves / @nickangel13 / @someoneonearth2007 / @iobsessoverfictionalmen / @blackqueens01

#harry potter #fanfiction #lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy x reader #reader #lucius malfoy fanfic #one shot #one shots #angst

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intoxicatingintimacyy · 1 year ago

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A lil search :)

RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

One of the original ideas I’m hung up on rn is a MxF plot based on Hades and Persephone. Whether it be the actual story or we change it up completely and just keep the generic ‘man lures woman into his world’ idea, there’s endless possibilities!

These are some of the pairings I’m currently craving, the role with the asterisks (*) around them would be who you’d play. The next role would be who I’d play, with their standing as a chara in parenthesis and then the fandom after the dash!

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

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