#i’m done with my gay self

[captainnightflare]

People Watching (Hermione Granger x Reader FF)

So this is my first official fanfic that I’ve put off for a long time. I’ve been wanting to practice more in writing and see how it goes 🫠

I do have a wattpad for this story as well so if anyone is interested it’s under the same name as the one listed above. I’m currently in the middle of writing the second chapter 😅 so let’s hope I don’t take too long writing that one.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy ♥️✨🥲

Chapter 1

Y/n had head over heels fallen for Hermione Granger. Who won’t? The girl was charming, brillant, and just an overall dream of a girl to have. That’s all she is to Y/n. A dream, very far from reach.

That didn’t stop her from daydreaming of the brunette all through potions class though. “Y/n!��� Snape snapped at the girl.

“Huh?” Blinking, the young woman was pulled from her cloud nine when she heard the snickers of her peers, daring to glance around her eyes immediately were drawn to the girl that caused said daydreams.

She was giving her a slight point look, signaling her to the text they were currently on.

Love potions.

“Y-yes sir?”

The potions master was giving this class a special visit due to everyone’s advancements on the course. Even in their last year, the graduating class had an overwhelming amount of students wanting to increase their knowledge of the subject. Of course Hermione Granger would be one of them, and of course Y/n followed the girl’s lead.

“Tell me girl, what is the main ingredient found in all love potions?” Snape asked.

“Pearl Dust sir.” She replied.

The y/h/c could have swore she saw the dark haired teacher smile at her. It gave her the chills.

“Correct Ms. Y/l/n, I expect nothing short from someone of Ravenclaw. Now if the rest of you would please turn..”

Signing the y/h/c turned back to her textbook, tuning the rest of her class out as she used her pencil to tap a beat out. This damn song has been stuck in her head. It started slow and silent to not draw the attention of anyone around her.

Before long she was softly singing,

“I end up all alone but I still keep hoping.” A smile began to spread.

“I wanna feel all that love and emotion. Be that attached to the person I’m holding. Someday, I’ll be falling without caution. But for now, I’m only people watching.”

The beat and her voice came to an end as the bell rang. Grabbing her stuff Y/n made her way out the door into the busy halls. Ignorant of the soft brown eyes following her out.

Y/n made her way to the Ravenclaw dorms still humming that song, looking around to be sure no one would be she started to sing again,

“I’m only looking just to live through you vicariously.

I’ve never been in love, not seriously.” Mimicking the hit of drums the young woman made her way up to the entrance of the chambers.

“I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence.

Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense.”

“So that was the song you were tuning to in Potions.”

The sudden elegance of Hermione’s voice nearly sent Y/n straight into the wall. “Jesus, Hermione! When the hell did you get here? You damn near gave me a heart attack.” The girl had her hand over said racing heart.

“I apparated, how else would I catch up to you?” The curly haired girl replied with a teasing tone.

“Well.. you have a point.” The flush covering the girl’s cheeks was almost radiating. God, she did not expect Hermione to hear her sing.

The small silence over took the girls as the Ravenclaw student went to open the chamber. Finally feeling the heat from her face fade.

“You have a lovely voice Y/n.” The young brunette whispered.

And with that she nearly trips into the wall again, only to catch herself with her hands right before her face hits. “Y/n?!” Hermione rushes to the girl gently pulling her arm up and away from the stone wall.

“S-sorry!” Y/n stutters out as her face continues to turn a darker shade of red, a small laugh escaping her. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to hearing people compliment me like that.”

“Well you should get used to it, like I said you have a lovely voice. If you decide to use it more, expect more compliments like that Y/n.”

“Heh, you’re insane Granger.” The flush settled down to light blush as the girl was finally able to open the chamber. “I’m guessing from your sudden appearance you’re wanting to study together again?”

That cocky smirk was the y/h/c answer as she was pulled by Hermione through the common towards her dorm. “You ask as though we haven’t been doing this since second year.”

“Hey! First year you didn’t even want to study together because you enjoyed your precious alone time.”

“Yes well, that was my teenage angst trying to push you out before you got bored of me and left me to my studies alone.”

“You’re a mad woman if you think I’ll leave you alone anywhere Granger.” Y/n laughed as she ran up the stairs, completely missing the adoring blush coating her crush’s face.

“Dolt..” Hermione muttered softly before rushing after the girl.

“Ughh… Mione! My brain is going to explode.”

Sighing, the girl closed her book and looked toward Y/n who was spawned on the floor surrounded by books. “I completely doubt your brain will explode from the knowledge you just consumed.”

“You don’t know that.. There’s no studies proving that wrong.”

“There’s also no studies proving that right.” A small giggle slipped from the brunette as picked another book up before beginning to read again.

The y/e/c witch let out a huff before focusing herself back on her work. It wasn’t really working as she let her pencil begin to tap a familiar beat on her book. One that didn’t go unnoticed by a brown eyed witch, trying to subtly as possible see if the y/h/c witch will start singing.

To her credit she did begin to hum to the beat, small and soft mutters of the song coming through her voice.

“That wasn’t funny but she laughed so hard, she almost cried.

They’re counting months they’ve been together, almost 49.

She’s making fun of how she acted ‘round the holidays.

She wears a ring but they tell people they’re not engaged.”

Hermione’s eyes sparkled as her friend’s voice grew with each passing lyric. The beat of her pencil became more pronounced.

“They met in class for metaphysical philosophy

She tells her friends, ‘I like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me’

They're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m.

And I'm happy for them.”

Y/n’s voice began to grow with emotion as she let herself be lost in the song.

“But I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I'm holding

Someday, I'll be falling without caution

But for now, I'm only people watching”

The soft beat of the y/h/c pencil slowed as she let the tune fade with her voice. Finally taking a breath she felt a smile grow on her face. Turning her complete attention to her work. Failing to notice the curly haired Gryffindor stand from her bed, quietly approaching her.

‘I love you’, thought Hermione. ‘God, I love you Y/n’. The brunette carefully crouched down to meet the Ravenclaw’s gaze.

Said girl noticed her presence as she looked up. She gave the Gryffindor a crooked smile, “Hello Granger.”

Hermione smiled back, “Hello Y/l/n.”

The two held their loving gaze for what seemed like hours before Hermione slid her hand under Y/n’s chin, tilting her head higher. The tension was rising as their eyes connected with one another. The y/e/c and brown eyes drifted to each other’s lips. Y/n slowly swallowed as she felt heat rise to her face, “H-Hermione..?”

A small hum was given to the girl’s question as she felt her brown haired friend’s lips hover over her own as her breath hitched. “Y/n.”

‘This can’t be real. Hermione’s gonna–’

“Y/n.” That sweet angelic voice pulled her gaze back to her crush’s eyes.

“Hermione–”

“Y/n, wake up.”

“What?” Confusion set on the girl’s face. Her vision was blurring the beautiful face in front of her.

“Y/n wake up, it’s getting late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N!”

The sudden jolt of her slumber sent the y/h/c girl down to the floor with her papers. Groaning, as she laid on the cold floor. It was a dream. One sweet torturous dream.

“Jeez you were in some deep sleep weren’t you?” Asked Hermione.

“You have no idea.” The Ravenclaw muttered as she pushed herself off the floor, dusting off her uniform pants. She looked up to see her friend had packed her books and papers in her bag, ready to walk to her dorm. “You’re heading out?”

Sighing, the girl swung the bag over her shoulder adjusting it a bit from the weight, “I am. It’s getting closer to dinner time and you know how the boys are when I don’t show on time.”

A small chuckle escaped Y/n, “Oh I know, they worry for you. It’s sweet.”

The groan of protest came out of the burnett’s mouth, “It’s annoying. I am more than capable of protecting myself.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to tell me that Granger. I’ve seen first hand how hard of a right punch you can throw. Specifically at Malfoy.”

The beginning of a blush spread across Hermione’s face, “I really wish you would forget that.”

Smirking, the Ravenclaw girl made a show of putting up her hands in a boxer’s position. “And forget the day the genius Hermione Granger put Malfoy in his place? Absolutely not.” Laughing as she saw her friend hurry towards the door.

“Okay! Bye Y/n!” Said friend was about to reach towards the door when another hand appeared and opened it for her. Looking up and seeing a giggling Y/n. “Oh come on Granger, you know I gotta walk you.”

“Fine, but you have to carry my bag for me then.”

“Gladly.”

The two students made their way towards the Gryffindor dorms. Chatting about their day and studies.

“Honestly ‘Mione, you should slow down and enjoy our last year in Hogwarts. Have some fun, hell even go to a party with those hyper boys of yours.” Y/n teased as they turned the corner.

“Please, I doubt I’m missing anything. Besides, I could say the same to you. I never see you attend any gatherings or parties.” The girl pointed out as she turned towards her friend.

The y/h/c girl had at least the decency to look embarrassed before throwing her hand behind her head and turning away from her crush. A nervous tick the Gryffindor had picked up their third year.

“Well you never want to go to those, I don’t want to go without you.” The Ravenclaw muttered. Totally missing the blush now decorating said crush’s face.

“I-I didn’t realize..” Hermione whispered.

“It’s no big deal. Really. I just wanted you to have a bit of fun, you know, to make some memories with me.” Y/n carefully replied.

It wasn’t untrue. The girl did want Hermione to have fun, but there was also a selfish part of her that wanted to share some firsts with Hermione. First New Year's kiss which was quickly thrown out the window by Viktor. First dance, also Viktor. First kiss in the rain, Ron was able to score that. There wasn’t not many romantic gestures the y/h/c could do now for the girl that wasn’t already upstaged by her ex-boyfriends.

Sighing, the girl adjusted her friend's bag over her shoulder and both continued to walk in silence. ‘I’ve never really been in love, not seriously at least.’ Y/n thought. Sure she has had her fair share of girlfriends over her years in Hogwarts. But every time she looked into their eyes she couldn’t help but remember the chocolate brown eyes she looked for in the crowds of the hall. Every time they went to her Quidditch games she wished it was Hermione’s voice cheering her on.

The atmosphere had a heavy weight to it. Both girls were lost in their thoughts. Hermione not realizing until now that Y/n has been wanting to experience these sorts of things with her. Wanting to send some quality time together outside their classes and studies. The young witch bit her lower lip as she glanced at the y/e/c girl. ‘She never asked, she wanted me to want it for myself. She wanted both of us to have fun.’

Both girls came to stop at the dorm’s entrance, ‘Maybe I can change that.’ Hermione thought.

“Y/n–”

The loud opening of the Gryffindor’s common room entrance interrupted the curly haired brunette as a figure appeared.

“Oh Y/n, Hermione, what are you two doing out here?” Ginny asked.

“Oh uh, I was just walking Hermione to her dorm, we just got done studying.” Y/n replied as she handed the girl back her bookbag.

If you want to call Y/n falling asleep for the last hour of their studying as just done.

“Well I’ll leave you to it then. Also Y/n are you still going to perform at the festival?” The redhead asked.

“If you and the rest of the group are going to help me perform then definitely.” A small smile graced the y/h/c girl’s face.

Confused by their conversation Hermione asked, “Festival? What festival?”

Before Y/n had a chance to explain Ginny butted in, “Oh Y/n didn’t tell you? A bunch of Seniors are going to be hosting a small festival. It’s this weekend, a bunch of us are going to perform an act or song.”

“O-oh I didn’t realize..” The brunette replied softly.

“I was going to tell you later tonight at dinner, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come and see us perform.” Y/n said, her hands coming back behind her head as she glanced down and playing with the imaginary rocks on the floor with her shoe. ‘I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come see me perform.’ She selfishly thought.

“I would love to.”

Snapping her head towards the young genius Y/n saw her staring straight into her own eyes. “What?” Both her and Ginny asked. It seems as though even their redheaded friend was taken aback by the witch’s reply.

“I’d like to see you– I mean both of you perform.”

“Really?” Y/n asked with a hint of excitement laced in her voice. Was Hermione really going to go see her?

“Of course, I would have said yes if you asked me you know.”

“R-right! I mean I was planning on asking you tonight but–”

“Don’t worry about it. I guess I’m seeing you this weekend then?”

“Yes! Yes, of course you will. Uh there’s no real dress code. Casual ya know? There’s going to be some vendors and games set up. Performances will start around 7 pm, we’re the finishing act so it'll be a while before you see us.” Y/n rambled on, she was clearly ecstatic from the news of Hermione going.

Which clearly did not go unnoticed by a certain redhead, she and the girls from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff had a betting wager going on for when these two got together.

“I’ll be there.” Hermione smiled.

Y/n couldn’t hold herself back as she flung herself towards her crush. “Brilliant! I promise ‘Mione you won’t regret it!” She exclaimed.

A small dust of red settled on the girl’s cheeks as she hugged Y/n back. “I doubt I will with you handling it.”

Chuckling the y/h/c pulled back to stare briefly at her friend before letting her go and turning back towards the lunch hall. “Ginny will fill you in on the details Granger. We’ll make sure you get a front row seat to our song.”

“Wait, you're all singing?”

“Ha! She wishes, nope Y/n is going to be the only one singing and playing the drums.” Ginny teases.

“Wait! Y/n you can play the drums?” Obviously hearing her sing earlier the brunette wasn’t too surprised by that bit of information.

A snicker came from the y/h/c, “I gotta keep you on your toes Granger, don’t be surprised when I keep a few tricks and secrets up my sleeve.” With one wink the girl sprinted towards the lunch hall.

The blush seemed to have spread to the girl’s ears as Hermione could do nothing more but admire the retreating form of her friend. ‘I’m so screwed.’ She thought.

Giggling from a certain Weasley snapped her out of her trance making the girl glare. “Not one word Ginny.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Holding her hands up in defense the redheaded witch let the girl pass her as she made her way towards her dorm.

Well, this weekend was certainly something Hermione was looking forward to.

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Authors notes:

Thank you all so much for your time and support. I’m still working on perfecting my writing with my own stories but writing fanfic helps a lot!

If you’re ready for the final chapter the link is here below:

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

My go at the “older twins” designs

Thanks @tiffanyblewss for basically giving me all of the color ideas LMAO

[diaries-of-a-questioning-queer]

For some unknown reason, whenever I have a crush on someone, I always want to avoid dating them. Like, sometimes I’d like to, deep inside me, but I’ll go out of my way to make sure that doesn’t happen. Idk, maybe it’s self preservation or something.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Sometime around eight or nine my best friend and I learned about hickies. I suspect he’s the one who learned it and shared it with me. We were both utterly fascinated and on a dare I sucked mightily on my own upper arm to give myself one.

This was great fun, self made bruise. Hilarious.

But looking at the mark later I thought that perhaps it might be best to bandage it lest any questions crop up. My parents were often suspicious of my friendship with the boy across the street anyway, and I had a vague inkling that perhaps hickies might fall under the vaguely looming topic of Sex.

So I put a bandaid on it.

I’m not sure if my mom was suspicious regardless but as I was getting out of the shower a day later she popped in and spotted my unbandaged mark. The handle was flown off. She was a creature made only of yelling. She demanded to know where it had come from.

I told her I’d done it myself. She scoffed and said I couldn’t even reach that place on my arm. I put my mouth over the mark. She escalated her volume to ask why I’d hidden it if it were nothing and I gestured vaguely to encompass her irate direction. She did not care for that or believe me, but the discussion was tabled.

Tension simmered in the house. A few days later it was a weekend and I asked if I could stay over at my friend’s house. To the bafflement of my friend and I our parents were increasingly hesitant to allow this childhood bonding. If he’d been a girl there would be no issue but he was a boy.

It didn’t seem to matter that we were both children and that my menstrual cycle would not arrive for several more years. Or that a boy was safer from me than many female friends would be on later sleepovers. The constant jokes we both loathed from both sets of parents that someday we’d get married now seemed ominous.

There were phone calls. The sleepover was reluctantly agreed to. I packed up my pillowcase with all the stuff I’d need for the night and headed toward the door. My father stopped me.

He insisted I sit down. I sat.

He stuttered, “Now. You’re like. Ah. A flower. And your friend is a- uh. A bee. And bees will sting you- uhm- if they can so you need to use- uh- protection- from stinging.”

I was nine. I had no fucking idea what was going on and my dad was not really helping. As he rambled I slowly started to intuit that this was about S-E-X and was very probably the result of my hickey but I had no idea how to make him stop talking.

I will never understand why it was my father giving this talk in the first place. My mother had previously worked in a sex shop and phrases like, “Make sure to use lube, you don’t wanna rub it raw down there,” were a common part of my youth. My father meanwhile turned red as a beet and stammered at any mention of Sex.

He finished his mortifying and confusing talk with, “Don’t tell your friend about this talk.”

The door closed to my friends room and I immediately told him about it.

We were both utterly horrified at the thought of each other as anything more than frenemies. We fought, we played games, we set off fireworks. Why did adults need to taint that?

But tainted it was.

Both sets of parents continued to radiate an unwholesome suspicion about our friendship now and we never brought up the topic of sleepovers ever again. It is a source of tremendous amusement that despite all their worry over our relationship my friend and I both turned out gay.

[metalomagnetic]

Canon Marauders meet Fanon Marauders

“I will kill him, James. I simply have to kill him. It’s a duty at this point,” Sirius whispers, at breakfast. 

James is morally opposed to murder, to say the least, but now when he opens his mouth to automatically tell Sirius he can’t kill people, the Abomination walks into the Great Hall, and James closes his mouth, with a sigh. 

He condones it. 

“Can you kill me, too, please?” Remus asks, as he watches his counterpart walk behind the Abomination. 

“Oh, come on! The Other You isn’t so bad.” 

“They’re all bad,” Peter mutters. “Just unbearable to watch.” 

They’ve only arrived in this cursed universe the day before, but it’s already too much to suffer. 

When Sirius met this universe’ version of himself, he had to be restrained from committing unspeakable violence. 

“What’s with the pranks?” James wonders. “Look, they’ve only just entered the Hall and they’ve already pulled a few pranks.” 

“You call those pranks?” Sirius sneers. “Those lame jokes?” 

“They probably take the ‘prankster’ label too seriously,” Peter bemoans. “And I’m missing again. It’s like I don’t even exist here, like those guys forget I’m their best friend.” 

After the Other Sirius, Other Peter was done the dirtiest. He’s much uglier than the real one, far shorter, and so stupid Sirius thinks he shouldn’t even be allowed to attend school. 

Not that Other Sirius is smart- oh, no. Other Sirius is a moron, apparently allergic to books. 

Remus got an upgrade- he’s now a wise genius to rival Dumbledore, and he spends his days giving people chocolate frogs.

It’s a wonder the Abomination is so thin, with how much chocolate he’s getting from Other Remus. 

So thin and short. 

“Why am I short?” Sirius growls. “I don’t know mate, it’s like the creator of this universe misremembered our heights and switched them around,” Remus offers, watching his other self, a very tall bastard. He’s even taller than Real Sirius. 

Outrageous. 

“I could suffer you short,” James says. “But look at him, he’s - why is he so…is that ...nail polish? Gods, what have they done to my Sirius!” 

“I asked him if he still has the bike,” Peter whispers. “He said he does, but I mean- he’s so fragile and dainty, how does he even manage that monster bike?” 

Sirius shakes his head in horror. “I have to kill him, there’s no way around it.” 

The Other Sirius whines in the distance. “MOOOOONY,” he pouts, and that's it, Sirius stands-

“Not here,” James pulls him by his sleeve. “You can’t have witnesses.” 

(-)

It takes them a few days to figure out what’s wrong with Other James. At a first glance, he looked normal, compared to the others. Almost unchanged from his real version, if only stupider. But not as stupid as Other Sirius and Other Peter, of course. 

A chicken wouldn’t be dumber than those guys. 

When they do figure it out, James throws up. 

“There, there,” Sirius pats his back. “Breathe, mate. Breathe.” 

“I’m fucking your brother! Your brother, Sirius!” 

“Oh, no, that is not my brother. That is Other Brother.” 

This version of Regulus is apparently not a bigot at all, it’s all just a big misunderstanding. He’s an Animagus, too, somehow. 

Sirius actually thinks Other Regulus is an alright lad- nothing like his brother, mind you, but alright, in general. 

James throws up again. “Me! With Regulus Black! I’m not even gay! I love Lily, and she loves me-” 

“Well, apparently she’s gay, too, in this world.” Remus says, which only makes James cry.

That isn’t so bad, really. Many things are wrong with this universe, but Lily and Dorcas look hot together. Sirius had a wank thinking of them the other night. It’s fine, he tells himself. He’s not betraying James. This Lily is nothing like their Lily back home. This one is like a goddess of beauty here, hair far more vibrant than the Real one, flawless skin and overall perfect in everything she does. Extremely selfless, saint-like, to the point she apparently offered to carry Regulus’ and James’ baby after Hogwarts.

Real Lily would hate her. 

She’s still not worse than Other Sirius. Nothing is worse than that. Real Sirius has taken to bullying Other Sirius, daily. Hourly. The Abomination whines about it to Other Remus all the time. 

“I want a word,” Other Remus hulks over, ridiculously muscular and, for some reason, with scars on his face. 

What the fuck happened to this bloke? Who even is he?

Real Remus slinks back. He was never one for confrontations, their Remus, but apparently this upgraded version is all up for it. 

“Listen,” Sirius tells him, because he doesn’t hate the man- sure, he’s not Remus, but he seems like a nice lad. “Why do you put up with that insufferable drama queen? He deserves to hang, and you deserve better.” 

“That’s my baby! That’s my Pads,” Other Remus says, suddenly all violent, his eyes turn yellow- what the actual fuck? 

But Sirius is already nauseous, stomach turning as soon as he heard ‘baby’ and ‘Pads”  coming out of his mouth. 

Real Remus cheers from the sidelines as Sirius wipes the floor with Other Remus. The Abomination cries somewhere in the distance, all helpless, until Real James hits him over the head with a candlestick. Other James is too busy sucking Other Regulus’ face to notice anything. 

(-)

Other Snape has a split personality, as if someone out there can’t decide if he’s evil reincarnate or a mewling, innocent boy. 

It’s jarring to see the shifts, day to day, and Sirius doesn’t know which version he hates more. 

He never thought he’d miss Snape, but he does. He misses their Snape, gods damn it, the Real one. 

(-)

He finds out his parents- or at least his parents in this world- torture Other Sirius on a daily basis. With the Cruciatus, even. 

Other Regulus tells him this, all traumatised. 

“Well,” Sirius says, shocked to the core. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it. “To be fair, if I had a son like the Abomination, I’d torture, him, too.” 

(-)

Dumbledore is Evil. But stupidly so. Even a random eleven year old saw through his evil plans and humiliated Dumbledore at breakfast. Some smart arse kid, who’s apparently Lord Potter Black Gaunt Slytherin, and talks like an eighty year old politician. Apparently Dumbledore stole his money or something. 

“I wonder how Other Voldemort is like,” James says, anxious to consider it. 

“I don’t even care,” Peter says. “We should join him. It’s either him, or siding with these lunatics.” 

They all nod in agreement. Voldemort can’t be worse- nothing can be worse than Other Sirius and Evil Stupid Dumbledore.  

(-)

There’s two Voldemorts. 

One is practically a ‘cartoon character’ Remus says. Sirius has no idea what that means.

This Voldemort is Ridiculously Evil. 

Insane Bellatrix is his most loyal. For some reason Insane Bellatrix cackles all the time, and mutters about blood and the Cruciatus under her breath. She’s also dressed like a slut. 

Real Bella, like the aristocrat she is, would never be caught looking like that in public. 

Sirius takes her aside to have a few words with her, and then he finds out apparently she, too, was tortured daily by her parents, like Other Sirius. 

“And raped,” she remembers, with a shrug.  

Wow, and Sirius thought the Real versions of the Blacks were bad, but these people take the fucking cake. 

If the Real Blacks would find out what these Other Blacks are doing to their children, there’ll be hell to pay. 

His mum is a right basket case back in his world, insufferable and cruel with her words, unreasonably strict, but if she’d ever find out another version of herself is torturing her children- why, she’d cut that bitch in pieces. 

(-)

The second Other Voldemort is some misunderstood good guy with a sob story. He whines about his tragic childhood as much as Other Sirius. 

At least this Other Voldemort is still tall, unlike Other Sirius. 

“It’s all Dumbledore’s fault,” he ends a monologue. “He made me do all I did. Or-” he checks a list. “Apparently sometimes he simply framed me and I didn’t do anything at all. Also, you can call me Tom, in private,” he invites them. 

It’s a tragic state of affairs. 

They decide to join Ridiculously Evil Voldemort, simply because he’s the only one that wouldn't protest to murdering everyone. He talks about murder every single day, and Sirius promises him he’ll do anything If he’s allowed to kill Other Sirius. 

“Oh, by the way, you should deal with Good Guy Voldemort.” 

“With who?” 

“You know, the hotter you, the one that’s innocent of all wrongs and calls himself Tom.” 

Evil Voldemort has a heart attacks and dies. 

(-)

They’re on the run from everyone in that crazy world, when a hooded figure enters their tent.  

“Is it you? Is it really you?” the man asks. “Potter? Black? Lupin? Pettigrew?’ 

“Yes, it’s us.” 

The person lowers his hood. It’s Snape. Real Snape. With greasy hair and a large nose, but with intelligent, sharp eyes.

There’s no ‘Victim’ stamped on his forehead, nor is he an evil arrogant bastard, like the Other Snape.

“Fuck, Snivellus! A sane person! I could hug you!” 

“I’d rather not,” Snape spits at James. “Alas, I am...relieved to have found you. We need to work together. I came here after you-” 

“Of course you did, you berk! You were stalking us, as usually, weren’t you?” 

“Yes,” Snape says, unashamed. “I killed the Other me.” 

“Good job. I killed the Other me, too,” Sirius boasts. “I took my time with him.” 

“I killed Other Lily,” Snape says. “She had to go. She was all ...wrong.” 

James sniffles. “She was.” 

And then they all sit down, and plan how to kill Good Guy Voldemort and Evil Stupid Dumbledore. 

[the-wiggles]

Every time I add a silly little fic idea to my long list of things I’ll never get around to writing I ponder where I’d be if I didn’t make my personality for 5+ years around how much I hate writing

[permanentlyfemale]

⚠️ Feminization, Misgendering, Forced detrans kink ahead! ⚠️

Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you weren’t looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although you’ve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when you’re going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. You’re hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that you’ll need surgery regardless.

“Milo Brown?” A masculine voice calls your name from across the room. Glancing up, you see a very attractive man, much taller than you, looking to be in good shape under his professional attire, but not overly muscular. His dark shoulder-length wavy hair and stubble complement his gentle, masculine face and warm brown eyes.

Surprised by the man’s beauty, you stumble on your words as you rise from your seat. “I- uh- I’m here.”

“Great! Let’s get back to my office.” He smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow him out of the waiting room and down a hallway, passing mostly empty offices on the way. This doesn’t seem too odd, as there was construction on the lower floor. Maybe some patients didn’t like the noise and cancelled? Or maybe you’re trying to distract yourself from thinking of the exceedingly attractive man that may soon be your therapist. You’ve considered yourself gay since coming out, but starting hormones has certainly made that attraction all the more apparent.

As he opens his office door, you’re surprised by how casual it is. There’s a long couch next to an armchair, with a clipboard set neatly on top. His desk is to the side, seemingly ignored while clients were present in favor of a more personal layout. Thinking of something to say as you sat on the couch, you spit out “I like your office.”

“Thank you Milo, I spent a lot of time thinking of the anatomy of the room and how to make my clients most at ease. I find this works best.” He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and enticing. “I’m Dr. Sterling, I specialize in support for LGBT and FTM clients. Nice to meet you! Tell me a but about yourself and what brings you here.”

“My name is Milo Brown, I’m 19 years old, and I just started testosterone. I’ve been out as trans for a while but finally got access to hormones and I’m hoping to get top surgery as well, but I need a letter for it. I also just need support with my dysphoria and depression.” You cross your arms over your large chest self-consciously.

“Well, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Can you tell me more about your dysphoria regarding your chest?”

Shifting uncomfortably in your chair, you hesitantly proceed. “Every day is awful! They’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and I go to sleep trying not to feel or think about them. They’re so big and heavy that I feel them whenever I move and it makes me so dysphoric. It’s also impossible to make myself flat, so I never pass. As a gay man, it’s so hard to find a man who would want a guy with a body like mine!”

“Oh, Milo, I think that’s very negative thinking. Plenty of men would find you attractive! I thought you were quite beautiful when I saw you myself.”

You’re surprised by his words! That sounded very flirtatious, but maybe he was just trying to boost your ego. Either way, it made the empty space between your legs tingle when he said it. You also didn’t know he was queer, but it definitely makes you more comfortable with him. “Well… that does make me feel better. I still don’t feel comfortable with my chest though.”

“Why don’t we try something? This is an exercise I’ve done with plenty of my transmasuline patients before, and it has always improved their lives and helped with dysphoria. While we do it, I can assess you for top surgery as well! How does that sound?” He smiled at you expectingly.

“Uhhh… yeah, that sounds good. What are we doing?”

“I’m just going to have you answer some questions about your body and dysphoria. This may get uncomfortable, but it’s all part of this process. I’m sure you can trust me, right?”

“Of course!” You answer instinctively.

“Right. First, I want you to take off your shirt and binder.” He instructs casually.

“What!? I thought we were just answering questions. Is that necessary?” You’re again surprised, he wasn’t a surgeon and you had never shown anyone your chest before. You didn’t want to look at it yourself, much less this beautiful man you’re expecting to see regularly!

“I understand this is surprising and uncomfortable, but I want to understand your perspective on your body, as well as assess the size and density for surgery. I need to know this for the letter, and I understand this is very important to you. I’m sorry for the discomfort, Milo.” He looked at you apologetically, his brown eyes sparkling, staring in to your soul and shooting down between your legs.

“I… okay.” What he was saying did make sense, and you would do most anything for this surgery. Resolving to just get this over with, you take off your oversized hoodie and throw it on the couch next to you. Grabbing both binders at once, you exert a herculean force squeezing yourself out, panting as your huge breasts fly out. You blush with embarrassment as a loud clap can be heard from them swinging together.

Dr. Sterling calmly walks closer to you. “Do you know your cup size?”

“Uh… no, sorry.”

“That’s alright, we can measure now.” He smiles warmly and pulls out some measuring tape. Without hesitation, he walks up to you and wraps it around your chest! He first measures your underbust before moving to measure your bust. His hands rest on your breasts as he does so. “Alright… looks like you have J cups.” His hand brushes your nipple as he backs away.

“Mmph!” Involuntarily, you let out a short, feminine moan. Both the dysphoria of knowing your overwhelming cup size and your accidental vocalization leave you embarrassed and blushing harder than ever.

“It doesn’t seem like you’ve experienced any vocal changes from testosterone.” He observes.

“Umm… not yet, no.”

“It also seems like you have quite sensitive nipples?”

“I guess…”

“Well, have you ever considered embracing your breasts?”

“Huh?” You were confused. They made you sad and dysphoric, how could you ever embrace them? He did say whatever he was doing worked for all of his other transmasc patients, but this seemed absurd.

“Your breast are way too big to bind properly. I’ve seen you wearing two binders in here, and that is not healthy. As your therapist, I can’t encourage you to damage your body in such a way, and especially without two binders, you wouldn’t be able to hide them at all anyways. And why go through the trouble of binding if everyone can tell? It might do you some good to just accept your body as it is. It’s not like whether you bind now will affect surgery.”

Unfortunately, everything he was saying made perfect sense. Even when binding, it was very obvious you had breasts. Why go through all the trouble, especially if it was hurting your body? You were dysphoric either way, might as well be more comfortable physically. “I guess… I guess you’re right.”

“Yes… unfortunately it’s also not very possible hormones could reduce them to a bindable size either.”

This devastated you. Even later on testosterone, you would have obvious breasts? How could you expect anyone to take you seriously as a man? You had hoped to begin passing in public soon, and finally begin living comfortably, but you weren’t so sure now. Would it even be safe to live as a non-passing trans man? Why were you going through so much for hormones if there was no hope of passing before surgery anyways? Maybe you should just wait until then for hormones- no one will gender you right as you are now. “Maybe… maybe I should pause testosterone until surgery then.”

“Yes, I can see why. That might be the safest option for you.” He nodded solemnly. “We can practice some exercises to reduce dysphoria until then, if you’d like.” His frown shifted in to a comforting smile.

Still upset, you nodded.

He moved closer and, before you could react, placed one hand on each perky, round breast, grabbing you by the boobs.

Surprised, you squeaked.

“This is just to get you used to your breasts. It often helps most when someone else does it, so you’re more comfortable with other people seeing them.” He gently squeezed and pulled, running his fingers along your supple breasts, warm palms pressing your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmm-! Oooh!” You let out a series of feminine wails as the doctor palms at your breasts. They were so sensitive and they felt so heavy- so wrong on your body- and yet they sent waves of pleasure throughout your curvy figure.

“Are you still going to go by Milo? I mean, you’re stopping T until surgery because you won’t be able to pass. It would be weird to only keep the name and pronouns, especially for strangers.” His hands shifted to thumb at your nipples.

Your thoughts were flooded with waves of pleasure shooting from your tits. The importance of this decision didn’t fully register, but what he was saying made sense to you. “You’re right.”

“Good girl.”

“Huhh…”

“People are going to refer to you by what you look like. You know you don’t pass. This is just exposure training, okay?”

“Okay…” You mindlessly agree as he moves his head close to your breast.

“See? You are a good girl.” He starts to suck on your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and wail in pleasure. You don’t know when his own clothes came off, but he’s getting on top of you and pulling your pants off, leaving you in just your boxers with his much larger biologically male body pinning you down, suddenly kissing your lips.

“What… what are you doing now, d-doctor…” he cuts you off as you pant your words out.

“The easiest way to adapt to and accept being seen as a woman is to have sex with a straight man, one who can use you as only male can use female. You need this, Amelia. It’s okay.”

Hearing your deadname makes you cringe with dysphoria. You’ve always felt an aversion towards it, despising the femininity it signaled. You struggle to reconcile your attraction to the doctor and trust in his methods to your current panic. This all felt good and sounded logical but it’s happening too fast to react, and these are all such big decisions, and suddenly he’s pulling your boxers off.

“Your pussy is so perfect. You make such a sexy woman.” He rubs the length of his cock along your clit and hole. The distinction between your pathetic nub and his masculine length is obvious. He gropes your massive jiggling breasts, squeezing them together and lowering his head to kiss and suck your nipples as his dick prods your entrance.

“Doctor Sterling…” You moan his name as his assault on your tits grows heavier. He sloppily makes out with your huge boobs, enjoying every second he can get drowning in your massive breasts.

He momentarily pulls his mouth from your tits. “Yes… fuck, Amelia!” He rams his hard cock all the way inside you, hitting your cervix as he moans your deadname, resuming his assault on your massive wobbling boobs all the while.

You scream and wail, unsure if it’s in pleasure or some mix of dysphoria and grief for your lost ambitions. Whatever male identity you insisted on was currently obstructed by your massive tits and the straight man enjoying them as he pounded in to your soft, tight vagina. Anyone who saw you two would know immediately that this was heterosexual sex- they would never stop to consider you could be anything but a curvy woman being held down and fucked by a handsome man. Suddenly, the doctor’s thrusts sped up. You forgot condoms, and you’re barely on T!

Right as you open your mouth, he interrupts. “I’m gonna cum, Amelia! I’m cumming inside you!” He holds himself against your cervix, comforting you as you begin to scream. “Shhh, good girl, it’s okay.”

You feel his hot cum flood in to your unprotected pussy, tears falling from your eyes. Feeling the sticky cum start to leak out, you manage to speak. “Do… do you have a towel?”

“Uhhh… here!” He grabs your binders and rips them both, turning them in to makeshift towels as he pulls out, along with a flood of cum.

You know you said you wouldn’t bind anymore, but having the option taken away made everything all the more real. You know it was for the best tho. He specializes in helping trans men, and he said this always works. You just have to trust him! As time runs out, you don’t even realize you forgot to finish your top surgery letter.

Still… you couldn’t wait to book your next session.

[feeder86]

The 1%

It had been such a thrill, finding that the scouts had picked him; those same experts who had signed up the likes of Harley Hawkinson and Carl Williams. Did they really see the same potential in Nicko as they had done in those superstar football players? It all felt so surreal as he got off the plane to Oklahoma and entered the training facility. 

Nicko knew it wouldn’t be easy to prove himself. He looked around the large sports hall, filled with over one hundred large, athletic college guys, all hoping for the same dream of a professional sports contract: to play the game that they loved and get paid handsomely for it.

“As you all know, the modern game of football is dominated by guys who are more muscular than we have ever seen before,” an older guy explained to them from the staging area during this first welcome meeting. “In the last three years, we have seen the average weight of a professional football player increase by 30lbs. And that number looks set to continue to increase.”

Looking around at the other guys, Nicko couldn’t help but understand why he was saying this. Sure, the guys around him were full of talent. How else would they have got here otherwise? But put them on a field with the professionals out there these days, and they would get trampled down in seconds. They all knew it. None of them had the muscle and the bulk that was needed to survive in a big league game.

“Our training scheme and medical support can give you that last hope of achieving your dreams,” the man on stage went on; selling the scheme which each of them had already signed up for. They all knew this was their only real shot at success. These days, no professional football player got anywhere without the experimental drugs offered in places like this; not that anyone would ever admit it outside of these walls. “So, my advice to you is, train hard and work with us… Now I’m going to hand you over to someone you will all be very familiar with. We’re so proud of him and delighted that he has given up his time to be with us today. Boys, please may I introduce you to… the one and only… Carl Williams!” he beamed, as the large room of excited college athletes roared into life.

An enormous, hulking mass of man began strutting from the door and onto the stage. He lifted his arm up, accepting all the applause and smiling from ear to ear. Every muscle on his body was pumped and full. Even his forearms looked incredibly developed. Nicko could hardly believe his eyes! His biggest celebrity crush, right here in the same room with him! Carl was known for playing rough and dirty on the field and, in Nicko’s wildest fantasies, he was much the same in the bedroom. Not to mention the fact that, in terms of celebrity bulges, Carl was off the charts. Every gay site he visited had picked up on the fact Carl was packing something absolutely enormous between those giant thighs. 

The man didn’t speak to them for long, but soon had everyone up on their feet, chanting his name. He stuck around too, and was there that evening as they sat down to their first meal together.

“They say he has some sort of sixth sense about which guys will go on to do well here,” Nicko’s new friend, Steve, whispered to him; both of them looking with jealousy at the six young guys who had been invited to sit on Carl’s table.

Nicko shook his head sceptically. “Nah, they’re just the loud ones who know how to sell themselves,” he scoffed, having met a couple of them and deciding that they were not the type of guys he would want to hang around with here; so pumped full of arrogance and self-importance. “We’ve just got to train hard, that’s all.”

Steve exhaled and raised his eyebrows. “I wish that was true,” he mumbled. “But we both know the only thing that sets this training academy apart from the rest is the drugs they use. You can train as hard as you like, but if the drugs disagree with you, that’s the end of the line. Career over.”

Nicko rubbed the spot where he’d had his first injection earlier that day; straight into the muscle at the top of his right butt cheek. ‘Please work!’ he thought silently. There was nothing more he wanted in life than to be up on that top table with Carl Williams.

During the first three weeks, some guys started to stand out remarkably well. Shoulders began to widen, whilst larger glutes and thighs made the training sessions more intense and physical than ever before. Nicko could see the changes in his roommate, Steve, each time he came out of the shower: his biceps bulging and his pecs pumped.

As for Nicko, he had seen only minor changes in his muscle mass, and he was yet to make any impression on the trainers. But as certain guys began to bulk faster, hit harder and dominate on the field, it became more and more of a challenge to stand out, or even stay on your feet.

Egos were beginning to run riot at the camp. Those guys who had quickly responded to the treatments began to strut about with more confidence and ownership of the place than any of them had expected. The larger guys hung out with each other more, sitting together at meal times and excluding those they obviously found inferior.

“Don’t worry,” Steve whispered to him as it was obvious that everything was getting to Nicko. “You’ll respond more to the drugs soon. You’ve just got to focus on the training. That’s the important part.”

Nicko nodded, knowing that Steve didn’t believe a word of what he was saying. In two weeks, they were making their first eliminations, and Steve knew he was heading straight home.

During the assessment, Steve very quickly got a sense of how badly it was going. He was weighed, prodded and poked to within an inch of his life; seeing the same grim faces on the medical professionals all around him. In the end, he was simply sent to a small room and told to wait there for someone to come and speak to him. The afternoon training session was to begin in thirty minutes, but no-one was in a rush to ensure he would make it. The reason for that was obvious: he wasn’t coming back. 

It was no shock to Nicko that he was in this position. The last week in particular had been especially hard. He’d been thrown around by the larger guys in training, beginning to understand how the nerds must have felt back in high school. At twenty-one years old, Nicko was in a place that was little better than a kindergarten playground.

Without warning, and making Nicko jump with surprise, the door suddenly opened and an enormous muscular man entered. It took a couple of seconds for Nicko to focus and recognise the person who was now filling the tiny room they were in, but when he did, he shot to his feet and held his arm out, desperate to shake the guy’s hand. “Carl Williams!” he blasted. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Carl looked across at him with a smirk; his eyes travelling up and down Nicko’s body as he reached out his hand for him to shake. “So you’re Nicko, huh?” he asked, as if trying to hold back a laugh.

Nicko nodded, hardly believing that this meeting was even happening. Carl was even more insanely huge and attractive up close like this.

“Sit down, Nicko,” Carl ordered, grabbing a chair himself. “I need to break something to you.”

“I’m being kicked out, aren’t I?” Nicko shot back, not wanting to draw this out and ruin his one-on-one time with his biggest celebrity crush.

“Oh, of course you are,” Carl chuckled, seeming surprised that Nicko had only just figured it out. “But one of the boys told me you had a bit of a crush on me, so I thought I would come in here to soften the blow.”

Carl gazed at Nicko with a sly grin on his face. He knew that he had embarrassed him and he was enjoying the period of time when Nicko was squirming and desperately thinking of how to respond.

“Um, so… how come I’m going home?” he asked, trying to fill the cringing silence.

“Because you’ve not responded to the drugs the same as everyone else,” Carl shot back, looking at him as though he was stupid for not being able to see that for himself. 

“But there are a few guys who aren’t packing on muscle all that fast either,” Nicko protested.

“Oh, you’re right about that,” Carl nodded. “But you’ve not gained any muscle mass at all,” he stated harshly. “In fact, you’re part of the less than 1% who actually lose muscle mass on this treatment.”

“That’s not true,” Nicko protested. “I have gained weight since I’ve been here.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Carl laughed. “You’ve only gained fat since you started.” He pointed at the slight paunch that always popped out whenever Nicko was on a bulking diet. “All the guys can see that. I hear they’ve been giving you a rough time this week? The medical team spotted a nice collection of bruises on your body this morning.”

“Not too bad,” Nicko lied, not wanting to look pathetic in front of his idol.

Carl simply laughed as if he knew differently. “Sure, sure,” he nodded patronisingly. “Those guys are just learning; being on a football team is like being part of a pack of wolves. So when you see a little piggy on the field with you, you’ve got to go for them.”

Nicko’s eyes bulged at Carl’s rudeness. But the professional athlete simply smiled at him, as if daring him to call him out on his comments. Then, when Nicko kept quiet, the big man nodded in approval.

“I like you,” Carl grinned wickedly. “You’ve got the right attitude and you don’t live too far from where I play, do you?” he asked, having clearly studied Nicko’s notes before coming in. “I’d love to grab a few beers with you sometime in the coming months.”

Nicko nodded his head frantically.

“Good,” Carl smiled, reaching his large hand out to stroke Nicko’s thigh. “Play your cards right and I might even let you suck me off,” he teased, before standing and heading straight out of the room.

Despite the daring, unbelievably hot fantasy Carl had dangled in front of Nicko’s nose: home still beckoned. He had lost. The dream of sporting success and insane riches was now over.

With a mediocre college degree, Nicko settled into an equally mediocre office job, close to home so that he could move back in with his parents. He’d suffered from a great sense of failure after the training scheme had gone so badly. No one wanted to be the first one sent home; he hadn’t even had a chance to say even a quick goodbye to his friends. He’d got himself into quite the slump, finding that no matter what he did, he simply couldn’t shake off the little arching paunch he had developed in Oklahoma. In fact, despite all his careful eating and gym work, it actually seemed to be increasing in size more than anything. 

The same could be said for the rest of his body, with Nicko’s underwear pinching uncomfortably as his tight glutes began to pack on some extra, softening mass. Was he really developing love handles at this age, even after all this exercise? It just didn’t seem physically possible. His date, the weekend before, had even called him out on his extra pounds. Perhaps he had even been right to do so; his profile pictures really were a little out of date these days. It meant that when he got the call from someone on Carl Williams’ staff, trying to set up a date for their beers, Nicko went immediately into panic mode. There was nothing in his closet that was suitable for drinks with a football superstar; at least, nothing that fitted!

“Well, well, well…” Carl smirked as Nicko entered the very private VIP room at the back of the noisy, exclusive club in the city. The enormous 335lb football player looked sexier than ever, all dressed up as he was for a night out. “Let me get a look at you,” he demanded, ruthlessly kicking away the table in front of him with his feet and making space for Nicko.

Having travelled for an hour to get here and arguing with the security outside for twenty minutes that he was a guest of Carl’s, Nicko wanted nothing more than to just sit and have a drink. However, when Carl clicked his fingers and pointed again to where he was being summoned, Nicko only did as he was told.

Immediately, Carl reached forwards, slapping one hand on Nicko’s larger butt and the other on the furthest extent that his paunch was now sticking out. He smiled, bouncing both lightly and seeming to appreciate the new width across the middle of Nicko’s body. “Look at you!” he growled with disgust. “You wouldn't last two minutes on the football field now. My boys would rip you to pieces!”

“I’m trying this new diet…” Nicko began explaining, not knowing what else to say.

Carl winced and shook his head impatiently. “Shh! I don’t want to hear about shit like that.” He leaned right back, then tapped his outstretched thigh, silently telling Nicko to sit on it.

Again, Nicko did as he was old, unable to comprehend that he was getting so close to his football idol. He heard Carl growl in appreciation as Nicko’s torso slipped so easily into his reach. Then, without a word, he began unbuttoning Nicko’s shirt from the very top.

“Wait!” Nicko jumped. “Don’t people come in here?”

“Yes,” Carl replied, unperturbed as he reached the fourth button down.

“What if someone comes in and sees me like this?”

“Then they will see…” Carl smiled, finally reaching the end of the buttons and now splaying the shirt material to the sides, “...THIS!”

Nicko tensed as his fleshy torso was revealed to the one person he had been carefully dressing to conceal it from.

“Fuck!” Carl blasted. “Even the tits are coming in!” he laughed loudly, reaching up and bouncing one of Nicko’s nipples.

Nicko got up, feeling embarrassed. He felt Carl’s strong hand clasp the back of his pants and pull him back over his knee so that Nicko actually fell into the space on the couch beside the football superstar. From there, the enormous man seemed to envelope him, his arm over his body and his face so deliciously close.

“Don’t be shy,” Carl whispered teasingly. “This happens to all the boys at the training camp eventually. Well…” he grinned, raising his arm to show off his incredible bicep, “...almost all.”

“Weight gain?” Nicko asked, feeling his stomach rolling over his belt as he sat, half on his back, with the enormous athlete looming over him.

Carl nodded. “A fat belly, jiggly tits, a giant, doughy butt… you know how it goes,” he laughed; his lips devastatingly near. “But the one percent, well, that boy is always very special.”

Niko nodded, remembering Carl referring to the muscle stimulant medication having an opposite outcome for one percent of the people who used it. Which, in Nicko’s group, had been him. “I’m special?” he asked, aroused by all this attention he was getting.

“Very much so,” Carl grinned, rubbing Nicko’s cheek with an outstretched finger. “The one percent packs on fat faster than anyone else. In less than a year, he can go from a chiselled athlete to a full grown superchub!”

“That can’t be true,” Nicko replied. “They’d never allow something like that.”

“And yet…” Carl laughed, grabbing the roll of fat hanging over Nicko’s belt: his point made. “You really have no concept of how much money there is to be made in football, do you? How vital things like this are for the economy? Fatties like you are just… collateral damage… a necessary evil on the way to creating superstars like me.”

“How do I stop this?” Niko asked, watching the athlete getting up and unbuckling his pants.

“Sucking on this should help,” Carl lied, pulling his monstrously large erection out and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It was even bigger than Nicko had ever imagined, gazing at pictures and videos of the guy’s bulge over the years

Overcome with lust, Nicko slipped his mouth over as much of it as he could, just as he was directed. Everything that had happened since entering this room had been like a dream. Whatever weird things were happening in his life right now, here he was, pleasuring a football champion!

“Oh, yeah! That’s good!” Carl moaned. “Yes! Work that tongue, One Percent! Take as much of me in as you can!”

In those moments, Nicko did not care what was happening to him. He was the luckiest guy in the world, feeling ecstatic as he brought the enormous man to a full climax, simply by using his mouth.

Clearly impressed, a sweaty Carl buckled his belt back up and sat himself down again. “Keep that up and you’ll go far with me,” he sighed in appreciation.

As Carl fixed his clothing, Nicko tried to do the same, beginning to refasten his shirt buttons. However, Carl was still having none of it; placing his large hand very decidedly over Nicko’s and saying ‘no’ in a very strict manner; as if training a puppy.

“Have you ever thought about moving to the city?” Carl asked next.

Nicko shook his head. “I couldn’t afford it. Plus, I don’t know anyone here.”

“Good. That means you wouldn’t go wandering,” Carl shot back bluntly. “I can get you somewhere by next weekend. You can live there, and then you’re close by for me to pop in whenever I want. I keep a few guys that way.”

“Why would you do that for me?” Nicko asked, confused by what he felt were a rush of mixed messages.

“At a game, the front row seats are always the best,” Carl simply replied, leaning across once more and flicking the fat roll that fell over Nicko’s belt. “And this is a show I have no intention of missing…”

It was a couple of months later. Nicko stood at the large picture window of his apartment, still unable to comprehend the amazing view he had over the cityscape. Fully furnished and decorated by professional interior designers, Nicko was living a life he could have only ever imagined in his very wildest of dreams. He was even paid a salary each month and had new bank accounts set up entirely by Carl’s people. And all it took was the signing of several non-disclosure agreements from the athlete’s numerous lawyers.

“It’s time to put that pizza down, Fat Boy!” Carl called out, striding in unannounced, as usual.

Nicko chuckled. He hadn’t been eating any pizza, although you would never have guessed that from looking at him. Upon Carl’s insistence, he wore only his underwear around the apartment, catching glimpses of his increasingly lardy reflection in the many, many mirrors that Carl had insisted was part of the interior design.

“Jeez! Look at you!” Carl laughed, undressing himself at the door, as he always did, and watching as his secret project came waddling into view. He pulled his erection out and stipped even his boxers, standing there as the perfect masculine specimen. “Your tits just won’t quit growing, will they?” he laughed. “And look at this fat butt!” he marvelled, dropping Nicko’s underwear and slapping the oversized glutes which had been filling up at a faster rate since Carl had been sending over take-out most nights. Nicko could tell from the way that Carl was handling them, exactly how the big man wanted to fuck him that evening.

The big mirror in the hallway was always Carl’s favourite spot. He could bend Nicko over the sturdy little desk and watch their reflections as he powerfully bombarded his boy’s chubby’s rear with blow after blow.

“You played well last night,” Nicko offered afterwards as a naked Carl lounged on his sofa for a rest afterwards..

“Yeah, yeah,” Carl sighed, rolling his eyes. He had people blowing smoke up his ass all day long. This wasn’t what he kept Nicko for.

“I felt so proud, I decided to finish all those doughnuts you sent me,” he explained, hoping to please his lover.

“Good,” Carl nodded. “It’s about time you stopped resisting the ways I’m trying to help you fatten faster.” He beckoned Nicko closer, just as the chubby boy had hoped. “So, tell me, how did it make you feel, eating all that for me?”

Still fully loaded and, as yet, unsatisfied, Nicko gasped in excitement as he felt Carl’s hand moving onto his thigh, ready to pleasure him if only he said the right things. “It felt incredible,” he replied, exaggerating. “It made me want to eat even more food and please you so much more,” he continued, feeling his erection having a gentle stroke; so subtle and yet so precise.

“Go on,” Carl demanded, not letting Nicko stop. “Tell me more.”

Nicko gasped, always climaxing pathetically quickly whenever Carl was the one touching him. “It made me so excited to get heavier for you…” he offered.

“Oh, no. That’s not the right word now, is it?” Carl sighed with disappointment. “You’re not just getting heavier, are you? Tell me what’s really happening, One Percent.”

Nicko gave another gasp of arousal, his jaw slackening as the pleasure built. “I’m getting fatter for you,” he replied diligently.

“What else?” Carl demanded again, having found a small crack in Nicko’s defences and prizing it open in any way that he could.

“I’m getting lazier. I don’t exercise. And I eat like a pig,” Nicko whispered, just as he had been trained.

“You are a pig,” Carl shot back at him, spiking Nicko’s arousal even more. The shock he felt over the word was now gone, given how many times Carl had whispered it into his ear whenever he came. Now the word had become a key for unlocking Nicko’s arousal. 

Nicko nodded, gazing submissively into the big man’s eyes. His breathing was heavy and his entire body twitched as the orgasm built.

“Piggy, Piggy, Piggy!” Carl sang teasingly, forcing Nicko’s hardess to erupt explosively yet again.

“My goodness! What on earth have you been eating?” asked Nicko’s mother a few weeks later as he called home for a quick visit.

Nicko could feel his face flushing. “It’s nothing,” he mumbled, trying to conceal his stout gut that had quickly formed and dominated his torso. It was all his family wanted to talk about, demanding explanations from Nicko about exactly what he was doing to gain so much weight so quickly. Didn’t he have any regard for his health? His appearance? His ability to find someone nice to settle down with? Just what was this city life doing to him? 

“She’s only thinking of you, Son,” Nicko’s dad offered later that afternoon, as the pair retreated into the TV room to watch the football. 

“I know, I know,” Nicko huffed, trying to concentrate on the game to see how Carl was playing. Then he winced as Carl went in for a big tackle, destroying the opposition.

“Ouch!” Nicko’s dad hooted. “He’s a nasty piece of work, that Carl Williams! Look at him getting up like nothing’s happened. That poor guy will be out for weeks after that tackle.”

“So?,” Nicko replied defensively. “It wasn’t an illegal tackle. He’s not broken any rules.”

“No, just another guy’s shoulder by the looks of things. Third one this season by my count.”

They both watched the screen as Carl strutted about on the pitch, waiting for the medical team to finish up so that play could resume. Nicko knew the football player well enough to know when he was trying to suppress a proud smile.

“A man that big has no place on the football field,” Nicko’s dad continued. “Look at him! His arms are bigger than my thighs! The game has gone ridiculous!”

But Nicko definitely was watching, feeling blood pumping into his groin. He rubbed his fat tummy, just as Carl would have, suddenly knowing that he wanted to gorge himself stupid on fast food on the way home.

“I weighed myself this morning,” Nicko explained, lying on his front, naked on the bed after a particularly boisterous session with Carl. “Three hundred and forty one pounds,” he smiled, rolling a little and grabbing a wedge of belly fat.

“You have to start eating more then, won’t you?” Carl replied, unimpressed. “You’re only just a little heavier than me.”

Nicko laughed. Whilst the fact was true, his and Carl’s bodies were complete polar opposites in terms of composition.

“I mean it,” Carl stated seriously. “Three fifty by next weekend. Make it happen.”

“Am I the fattest of the guys you keep?” Nicko asked, knowing how Carl supported lots of secret lovers all over the city.

“Not even close!” Carl laughed.

“Do you think I could be, one day?”

Carl looked at him seriously, studying his face in a way that he did not usually. Then his answer, when it came, was actually a lot more considered than anything else that usually came out his mouth. “Why? Do you want to be?”

The feeling of having Carl’s attention was a drug that Nicko could never wean himself off. “For you,” he smiled, “I’d do anything.”

With Nicko’s new enthusiasm and commitment, he felt himself rising up the ranks in Carl’s mind. The athlete came over a lot more and took a very active interest in ensuring that Nicko continued to grow as he’d promised he would. One such perk was having free seats to any of Carl’s games; often getting himself on camera as he gorged on corn dogs in the stands.  

“Steve?” Nicko asked as he recognised the man standing by the rest rooms after the game. “How’re you doing, buddy? I can’t believe I’m bumping into you!”

The young man Nicko had met and made friends with in the training camp failed to recognise him until Nicko introduced himself once more. His jaw dropped and he spluttered and mumbled his way through the conversation, clearly not quite believing that they had once been roommates a little over one year ago.

“How did the training camp work out for you in the end?” Nicko asked. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye to anyone.”

“Yeah, we got used to that,” Steve nodded. “We’d see guys at breakfast and then… gone. Kicked out. I got down to the final thirty or so. But it got so toxic in the end,” he grumbled, reeling off the names of the guys both he and Nicko had despised: the ones who were now making names for themselves in the professional game. “In the end, I was quite happy to leave.”

Nicko looked down to Steve’s body, noticing a stout little stomach under his pumped pecs. 

Steve noticed him looking and he sucked in hids stomach slightly, clearly feeling a little awkward. “I’ve been trying to keep up the training,” he rambled on, clearly used to making excuses for his appearance. “It’s just hard to balance now I’m working full time as well.”

“It’s much easier when you give into it,” Nicko smiled knowingly. 

“Yeah, well…” Steve smiled awkwardly. “I’m not quite ready for that.”

Nicko wondered whether he should tell his old friend that the weight gain wasn’t going to stop; that just like him, Steve was heading on a path to enormous obesity as a result of their time in the training camp. However, he resisted, giving his old friend the goodbye hug he had never been allowed at the camp, and watching the guy’s meaty, round glutes and stubborn love handles as he walked back to his girlfriend who was now out of the restrooms. If only she knew the body her boyfriend would soon inhabit: another victim of his own lust for sporting success.

It was only now that Nicko realised just how involved Carl had been from the beginning, having invested millions in the training camp they had attended, and reaping fifty times as much in return. It was what he loved most in the entire world; never missing a single event day they held, and personally seeing to it that more and more naive college boys were signed up each year.

“You’re such a good pig these days,” Carl grinned, watching Nicko nibbling on the specially made giant doughnuts that fitted perfectly around Carl’s thick erection. “Just seeing you without your clothes on now… you’re so disgustingly obese, and yet… look at you eat!”

Nicko nibbled and licked the remaining bits up quickly and sat up so that Carl could touch and jiggle his enormous body, laughing as the waves of pure fat travelled in such interesting ways through his entire body. 

“How about we get you somewhere nicer to live than this dump?” he asked, scorning as he looked around the plush, luxury apartment. “Somewhere a lot more superchub friendly.”

Nicko nodded, happy to live wherever Carl thought was best. As he had grown, the wage that was deposited into his account each month had been increasing more and more. Carl had always been great at incentives. In a couple more months, he would even be able to buy his own place, should he so wish.

“I’m looking for somewhere very exclusive for my original piggy to live in,” Carl explained, bouncing up and pushing Nicko onto his back on the bed. “I’d like it to be somewhere for you both to live together,” he smiled, picking up another cream filled doughnut and pushing it into Nicko’s submissive mouth.

Chewing quickly and swallowing as much as he could, Nicko nodded with interest. “This is the guy you first went on the training course with? Your fattest boy so far?”

“You wait until you see him!” Carl grinned excitedly. “Mountains and mountains of pure blubber!” he chuckled, stuffing yet another doughnut into Nicko’s mouth and watching as the greedy boy swallowed it down for him “But he’s not always obedient, like you. He still tries to push against my rules on occasion,” he sneered in irritation. “The pig’s almost one hundred pounds heavier than you are,” Carl explained, having never actually given Nicko any insight into the differences between him and the other fatties he kept. “Yet, he still thinks he can defy me at times.”

Nicko looked up at the gorgeous, hulking monster above him. “Don’t worry. I’ll sort him out for you,” he stated with certainty.

Carl threw his head back and laughed. “My disgusting fatty is setting himself a mission, is he?” he mocked. “Well, you do that then, One Percent,” he nodded approvingly. “Turn him into a good piggy, just like you.”

Nicko smiled, delighted to be trusted with such a task. He rolled over, feeling Carl’s large hand smacking an entire palmful of lubricant into his crack. Then he pulled his heavy, fat-filled glutes wide apart to demonstrate that he was ready to be fucked again. Nicko didn’t know exactly when he had stopped caring about anything else in his life; devoting himself entirely to Carl’s wants and needs. He knew that the guy was wicked and manipulative; throwing his money around and flaunting his good looks to get whatever he wanted. He knew as well that the guy could get bored of him and drop him in a flash. But whilst he was here, basking in the limelight, he would enjoy every second of it. 

He would be the very best piggy.  

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien Used Director James Sweeney’s ‘Gay Scale’ to Play Brothers in ‘Twinless’: He’d Say ‘You Were Too Straight on That’

“I’m egregiously picky,” insists Dylan O’Brien, reflecting on a burst of productivity that, in the last 12 months, includes the films “Ponyboi,” “Saturday Night,” “Caddo Lake,” the Max comedy series “Fantasmas” and James Sweeney’s “Twinless,” which screens at Sundance. “I’m going to get skewered for this type of quote being out there … but I would have a much different career, I think, if I was a ‘yes to everything’ person.”

After launching his career more than a decade ago as a heartthrob on MTV’s “Teen Wolf” and in the “Maze Runner” films, each of those recent projects earned the actor praise for his versatility; no two roles are the same. But according to O’Brien, his recent slate reflects not just one year of work but more than five — a period that also encompasses guest spots (as “himself”) on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and “The Other Two,” four more features and “All Too Well,” a short film directed by Taylor Swift.

His run of projects actually started back in 2019 after reading “Twinless.” In the film, which earned Sweeney a spot on Variety’s 2025 Directors to Watch, he plays twin brothers Roman and Rocky, with the former bonding with a fellow support group member (played by Sweeney) after the latter dies unexpectedly. Even facing the challenge of dual parts — one is straight, one is gay — the actor says that Sweeney’s writing gave him exactly the kind of charge that tells him to get on board a project.

“When I read something, it’s like I can hear the guy’s voice or I can’t,” O’Brien says. “And from the second I picked up the script, I was just like, ‘Roman is in me.’ I know this guy. And then when I get to Rocky, I had an instinct for him too.”

He remembers that it was his transformation into the introspective Roman, who, like O’Brien, is straight, that most surprised Sweeney. “My Roman voice, I got self-conscious about it immediately because he pointed it out,” he says. “But that’s how I was processing the weight of the very sheltered life he had experienced until that point, and then the tragedy that he experienced — and that’s what the fuck came out. [James] was like, ‘I love it.’”

Meanwhile, in order to play Rocky — authentically, but never stereotypically — O’Brien says the pair implemented a “gay scale” on set that Sweeney (who is gay) would dial up or down. “Most of the time, he’d be like, ‘You were too straight on that,’” he recalls with a laugh. “I was happy for that permission … a sign of a great filmmaker is to always give you the permission to go into a direction or not.”

The believability of both performances — like the others released before it — evidence a centeredness that O’Brien attributes to his increasing capacity for identifying nurturing, creative environments. “By that I mean your filmmaker, the piece in and of itself and the confidence you feel in it,” he says. “A helpful tool to either have or try to develop is to be able to identify whether you’re in safe hands or not.”

Though he admits that being in a music video is a “space that makes me really uncomfortable,” O’Brien indicated that two of those safe hands belonged to Taylor Swift, who in 2021 enlisted him to play the male lead in “All Too Well.” “For that to be her first time directing, Taylor had the absolute right instinct to be like, ‘I hired these actors because I am a fan of the work that they’ve done, and I’m going to let them come in and do that work’,” he says. “I loved what she was trying to tell with that. And I fully felt like I understood my role in it, and that excited me.”

Indicating he’s finally “being able to operate with choice,” the actor says his future plans include a reunion with Sweeney (“James and I are definitely going to partner up again on something”), and the June 27, 2025 release of “Ponyboi,” which first premiered at Sundance in 2024. “I’m very fortunate to be in some kind of position to pick these projects that I feel really drawn to and inspired by — and I have in me,” he says.

“These choices that I’ve been making, that you’ve seen in this past year, identify with what I want to be doing,” O’Brien adds. “It’s not like I don’t identify with my role on ‘Teen Wolf’ or the ‘Maze Runner’ movies. Those were my building blocks. But it doesn’t tell the whole story of who I am as a creative person.”

Source: variety.com

[mimikyuno]

this is suddenly getting notes again and im?? im screaming bc i just spent the past 5 hours holed up in my room recording an unscripted rant about the new madoka magica pv and mentioned utena a lot and while i did that. somehow this was slightly blowing up a little? insane… the power of yuri

this one goes out to the meduca and utena gays <3 xoxo

[captainnightflare]

People Watching Part 2, Hermione x Y/n FF

Hello everyone! This is the final part to the two part fanfic I’ve written. I do warn everyone that this time around I wrote a whole lot more 🥲 about 8,000 words but I finally finished this fanfic.

I really hope you guys enjoy, if you liked this story I might write more! Please let me know :3

Without further ado let’s wrap this up!

The whole campus was lively for the next few days leading up to the weekend. People mentioning the games and entertainment that other students had planned to bring to the campus grounds. Said students had begun to build and assemble their stands at the end of classes everyday, people from different houses working together on a single project. The whole campus was anticipating the day to come.

The next few days were a daze of well.. emotions for Hermione. She kept thinking about Y/n. Of course as her best friend she saw a lot throughout the day but y/h/c girl kept popping up in her head at random times. Don’t get Hermione wrong she loved sending with Y/n but she never wanted– no craved being close to her. It’s been confusing to say the least for the girl.

She had never really considered their friendship as well more than a friendship. After all, she’s dated Victor and Ron respectively. Never had Y/n’s face popped into her mind as a potential date…before now that is.

Groaning, the witch buried her face into her hands before plopping on her bed. What the hell was going on with her?

“Mione? What’s wrong?”

Looking up, Hermione saw the slightly concerned face of Ginny.

“Ginny..”

“What is it Granger?”

“...How do you know when you’re in love with a person?”

Stunned silence greeted the girl’s dorm, Ginny herself had seen and heard of Hermione’s boyfriends over the years. Her brother included (eww), but never had she heard Hermione mention the word 'love’ about any of them. Honestly the only relationship where the curly haired witch had mentioned love was with her friendship with Y/n…

Realization quickly dawned on the red headed witch, as she looked at her hopeless friend and she tried to keep a steady and calm voice. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I can’t say that I’ve got experience in that department. Why? Has someone finally caught your heart?” She teased as the excitement began to build behind her words. This was it. She had to play her cards right and she’d have Hermione Granger finally realize she was hopelessly in love with Y/n Y/l/n.

The unexpected turn of questions got said witch to blush and bury her heated face back into her hands with a frustrated groan. “God, I don’t know! I’ve only had two boyfriends over the years and I’ve never experienced this sort of thing with them. It’s so confusing.”

“Is that such a bad thing though?”

Hermione peaked through her fingers to see Ginny sitting across her from her bed. “I mean just think about it, feelings you’ve never felt before, thoughts you’ve never thought before. Can that be so bad?”

“I-I don’t know… I don’t understand why all of sudden it’s started. I was fine around her but now she’s in my head, I want to see her all the time and I just–ugh!” The brown haired girl ranted before falling face first into her pillow much to the amusement of her friend. “I just feel so needy.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Ginny teased.

“It isn’t! B-but I’m not used to feeling this.” Hermione whispered, not wanting to admit she was–

“You’re afraid aren’t you?” Ginny interrupted her thoughts. What a mind reader she was too. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Everything I suppose..” The nervousness was evident in the girl’s voice. “I’ve done relationships but they’ve never gone to this extent. I’m just unsure on what to do next. They don’t really write books on this subject.”

“Well, they do but they are highly unrealistic.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Ginny couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Don’t tell me you actually went to find a book about love when you first discovered this revelation?”

Oh that growing blush on the other girl’s face was all that needed to be said. “Hermione–”

“Listen I know those aren’t the best to turn to for advice but I was freaking out!”

Cackling the red head threw herself into a hug with her hopeless friend. Yup, she had a plan for these two and to get her the winning in that bet the girls in the Houses set. Two birds, one stone.

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Meanwhile Y/n was running around the school trying to prepare the students and helpers for this weekend. She was so excited, she was practically buzzing. She couldn’t wait for her best friend to see her perform. Lately the flutter in her chest grew frequent, she couldn’t tell if it was from the excitement of seeing Hermione in the crowd of her performance or the nerves of Hermione seeing her perform. She hasn’t been able to tell.

Due to the craziness of the week leading up the two witches haven’t been able to meet like normal. Instead they’ve only been able to talk during class or dinner if the other decided to join the other at their house table. The curly haired ryffindor began to miss her energetic Ravenclaw.

It was Friday afternoon when Hermione finally saw Y/n in the yard.

“Y/n!” The girl called out.

The y/h/c girl turned her head towards the witches voice drawn to her like a siren. “Granger!” Laughing Y/n jogged over towards the curry haired witch and crushed her into a hug, discreetly smelling the perfume she’s come to love on said girl. “Well, this was a nice surprise.”

Giggling, Hermione pushed back a bit from the hug to look at the girl. “You’re telling me. Honestly not seeing you this week has been strange.”

“Oh? Are you missing my charm that much Mione?” Y/n’s smug reply came.

“And suddenly I’m not missing you so much. Goodbye Y/n, see you this weekend. Break a leg.” Swiftly turning out of Y/n’s embrace Hermione made it a few feet before the girl wrapped her arms around her middle and pulled her back, which in turn made the already burning blush on the brown haired witch’s face turn a deeper red.

“Wait, wait! I was kidding! Please, Granger, I really did miss you..” The panicked reply flew out of the y/e/c girl’s mouth before her mind even had time to process. That in turn also caused a raging sea of red to make its course from her neck to her cheeks.

Honestly if anyone were walking by these two they’d see the matching set of blushes these two were sporting, like an embarrassed teenage couple acknowledging their feelings.. (Oh wait–)

“Did you now?” Hermione’s reply came, she snaked her fingers through Y/n’s that were now resting against her stomach.

“I did, is that so hard to believe?”

“Hmm, I suppose not. After all, we've been at each other’s side for a long time. I think this is the longest we’ve gone without seeing or hanging out with one another besides summer break.” The soft reply caught Y/n off guard as she pulled the witch closer to her. Burying her nose into her hair. The sweet hibiscus smell always calmed the girl down, feeling some pent up tension release from her shoulders.

“Y/n?” Hermione interrupted.

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, I just.. Sometimes I notice you’ll carry a lot of tension on you when you’re nervous. You tend to relax when you get some physical touch.”

“You know I would normally find that sort of creepy that you pay that close attention to me but I’m more flattered than anything.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you make it so obvious. Literally after finals you’d crush me in a bear hug or you’d use Crookshanks as those plushies you have scattered all over your dorm.”

“Oi! You leave my Spider-man cuddleez out of this!” The arms she had wrapped around the witch squeezed before letting her go and fully letting the girl around to see her.

“It’s not a bad thing, I just worry for you.” Hermione confessed, taking the girl’s hand into her own again.

Sighing Y/n squeezed the girl’s hand once before leading them to the fountain, sitting down together. “I guess I have been nervous.. I knew we’d have a good crowd of people watching us but it has just dawned on me now that we’ll be performing last. Basically the main event Mione! I thought a few people would show and we’d just play and get to continue on with the day but Dumboledore heard us perform and wanted us to wrap up the whole festival.” Rambled the young witch before leaning her head into her awaiting hands.

“I just.. I’ve never done this before. This whole time I thought we’d just perform for a small crowd and have the rest of the night to unwind. B-But now I’m basically anticipating our time to get on stage and close everything up for everyone. I just don’t want to fall short of everyone's expectations for a closing act.”

Not meeting up to certain expectations has always been one of Y/n’s insecurities. There’s a reason she and Hermione had been able to get along so fast in the beginning of their friendship, Y/n had buried herself in her work much like the curly haired witch. But to a point of exhaustion. Had it not been for Hermione and her own friend’s interfering she would have been burned out much worse than she already was.

She had learned from that mistake obviously. Setting certain times and limits of when she would study and take breaks. Making time for hangouts with friends and time for herself. There’s times though where she’ll fall back on those old habits, it happens mainly when she’s extremely driven or passionate about the subject. Those are also the more sensitive moments where Hermione has to be careful with Y/n.

They’ve fought in the past when those moments came up and Hermione being worried about her friend encouraged her to slow down and rest. In turn it’s made Y/n snap at her a few times, Hermione usually keeping her composure through it. Then eventually breaking through the thick girl’s skull that she needed to rest, that wasn’t ever for debate no matter the importance of her subject. To which the next day after properly resting Y/n would bring her a chocolate and freshly picked flowers as an apology for snapping at the poor girl. Which Hermione would always forgive her for when she came back looking like a kicked puppy.

Her famous glare also worked damn well into scaring the girl too but that was more was she was starting to piss her off.

Carefully, Hermione laid her hand against the girl’s back. “Y/n, you have no reason to be nervous. You’re gonna be amazing.”

“Granger–”

“And before you say I’m biased, yes I might be but you have not given me a reason to not be biased. You’re incredible. I didn’t even know you could sing up until a week ago, quite well I might add, and that you can play the fucking drums! Y/n, you’ve always been a remarkable person, don’t let other expectations define who you are. Besides, ” Hermione moved both her hand’s to cradle Y/n face, bringing her y/e/c eyes to meet her own brown eyes. “you’ve far surpassed my expectations.”

Stunned the young witch could only stare slack jawed at her crush. Her mind, empty of any thought but Hermione. Her brilliant brown eyes shining in the rare sunlight they get in Hogwarts, the curls that have been tamed over the years of care flowing in waves behind her creating a curtain of beauty, then her smile. That smile that’s made her unsteady since the day they’ve met. Everything about Hermione Granger was sublime, no other person in this world could ever hope to compare to this woman.

Letting out a ragged breath Y/n leaned her face into the hand that was holding her, letting herself drown in those eyes. “I don’t deserve you Granger.” She whispered, almost afraid that the girl before her would confirm her statement.

“You deserve so much more darling.”

Smiling Y/n brought her hands to hold Hermione’s. Taking in all the love, letting herself be fully submerged by the girl’s very being. “Mione, I–”

“Hey Y/n!”

The voice popped the girls out of their bubble, turning only to see a group of people watching them. Among them was Luna whose voice broke the spell they seemed to have found themselves in earlier, “We need to finish setting up lover girl! Get your ass over here!”

Growling the y/e/c girl gave Luna the finger before letting go of her friend’s hands. “Looks like I’m needed..”

Chuckling, Hermione tugged on Y/n’s collar. “You are, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She said with a teasing smile.

Gulping down her nervousness Y/n could only nod before leaning her forehead against Hermione’s with her own teasing smirk. “I’ll find you tomorrow Granger, we’ll hang out before my impending doom arrives.”

“I highly doubt this will be your demise Y/n.”

“You never know love.” There was that confidence surfacing back.

Blushing slightly the curly haired witch shoved her friend towards the direction of the group. “Go, you goof.”

That smirk only grew as Y/n winked at her before fully turning and running off to her group.

‘I don’t think I could have fallen for any other person.’ Hermione thought as she felt her face heat up from the word. Love. Oh my god, she was falling in love.

Ginny’s never going to let her hear the end of this.

Saturday came faster than Y/n would have liked but not fast enough for Hermione.

Both girls were anxious to see one another, hoping to spend a few hours together before the Y/n had to go up and perform.

By mid afternoon the festival was in full swing, the student body had done a great job with the last minute announcement of the event. Within the week they had built a majority of the entertainment presented to the rest of school from game stalls to the performance stage. A few tents were set up to win cheap prizes, using a variety of spells to complete the objective. They even had time to make an escape room. It was definitely a smart choice to reinforce the walls with a few modifiers.

Students were already running around the grounds laughing and chatting about the event. The darkening sky created the perfect scene for Hogwarts.

Y/n herself was sitting near the entrance of the festival. She carried her drumsticks with her as she leaned against a tree trunk keeping her eyes out for Hermione. She was still nervous about the end of the night but she did want to have fun and she was not about to let her nervousness ruin this night. Deciding to dress a bit nicer for the event (and totally not for Hermione) Y/n went out of her way to buy herself a pair of khaki pants. Pairing it with a tucked in black t-shirt and blue flannel.

Honestly, it felt like she was waiting on a date to pick her up. Fidgeting with her sticks, mindlessly making a beat against the tree. ‘I really hope I don’t make an absolute fool of myself in front of her. Or anyone tonight.’ She internally groaned. The talk the two had the other day helped calm her nerves but she had a few anxious thoughts running through her head.

She feels herself coming back down from those thoughts when she spots her Granger. And woah, she was certainly dressed differently from what she usually wore on the daily biases.

Y/n couldn’t tear her gaze from Hermione, the girl was truly stunning the closer she got. Wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that fit her just right, a white turtleneck tucked into the jeans with a black belt securing it. But what truly had the girl’s mind stumbling was the red leather jacket Hermione was rocking that came to stop just above her waist. The girl’s whole outfit was more form fitting than what Y/n was used to, so it was very understandable her brain was short circuiting.

‘How is someone so beautiful existing in my very presence?’ Only a fool would dare stare away from beauty so blinding. The girl would gladly let her eyes burn if it meant this would be the last image she’d ever get to see.

“Y/n?”

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Y/n let out a shaky sigh. “Mione.. Wow y-you look incredible. Truly beautiful..” Her gaze scanning the curly haired witch’s appearance once again.

Blushing, Hermione did a quick once over at her friend. She had definitely changed up her usual style up a bit for tonight, more form fitting compared to her blue jeans and pull over polos. “So, are you ready to show me a good time before your big show?” Teased the genius witch.

Grinning, the Ravenclaw extended her hand out to the girl, who gladly took it as they made their way through the grounds. The festival was bursting with life, multi-color lights brightening in the place of the setting sun, and the soft buzz of the noise traveling in the air setting a calm but lively tone for the evening.

The girls made the most of the time that they had by playing a few small games where Y/n oh so tried to win Hermione a few prizes but ultimately ended up in her nearly spending all her money if not for said witch stepping in and telling her that she did not in fact need a 3 ft long plushie. After that, the girls took turns choosing what snacks to try. Savory treats for the curly haired witch while the y/h/c witch preferred sweet/salty.

The duo were enjoying their time together, laughing and joking, pulling one another to the next stand. It was a breath of fresh air for them both, a new type of experience that they could share.

After a few hours of enjoyment the two witches decided to take a break and finally rest their feet. Finding a secluded bench near the outskirts of the festival both girls sat next to one another taking in the scene before them. The sun had fully set by then, the sky filled itself with the scattering light of the stars. All the stands having small lights to illuminate the path to them. A few students even casted lumos to light their way.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the grounds so illuminated like this.” Hermione complimented, her eyes scanning the soft glow.

Y/n could only stare in awe as the soft lights casted themselves towards them, specifically the young genius witch. ‘I can’t turn away.. I don’t think I want to, even if I could.’ The y/e/c girl thought as she traced the lights up her crush’s features.

A sudden noise of squeaking mics tore the girls away from their individual focuses. Turning towards the noise they saw a decent size built stage where there were students from all houses setting it up. Some grabbing the instruments that were to be used, others organizing props for acts, others speaking and testing mics for vocals.

That surge of anxiety was making its way through Y/n’s system as she saw the drums being set in place, a mic right next to the seat. She took a deep breath before her leg began to jump impatiently in place. Closing her eyes, trying to will herself to let go of this irrational fear. “It’s no big deal, just play like you always do..” She muttered softly to herself.

Turning towards the muttering girl, Hermione saw the extent of her nerves. She didn’t know what possessed her to what she did next but she didn’t question it. She grabbed the Ravenclaw’s arm and pushed herself up against the girl. “Y/n?” A soft whisper made its way out her mouth, the breath of it tickling the girl’s cheek forcing her eyes open and turning towards the direction of the breathing.

There, only an inch away from her face was Hermione. A small blush gracing her face as a smile tugged at her gloss covered lips, her brown eyes staring directly at Y/n’s. Her hand sneaking its way up to the drummer’s blue flannel collar and tugging her down to her level, their breaths mixing with one another.

The young witch wasn’t sure if she was dreaming again, but if she was she didn’t want to wake up. Her face scorched red and her heart skipped when she saw her friend glancing down at her lips momentarily before she looked back into her eyes and whispered, “You’re going to be amazing. Don’t worry about anything, just focus on me while you’re up there.”

“Y-you?” Y/n stuttered out a whisper of her own. Scared that if she spoke at a high volume she’d break the spell they were under.

“Yes me, if you start to get nervous at all just find me. You’ve always had a knack for finding me wherever I was in a sea of people. So find me, focus on me–” ‘love me’ “and I’ll ground you, okay?” Hermione asked.

Gulping the drummer nodded slowly before bumping her head with the prodigy’s, “I-I..” Gulping and steeling the new nerves racing through her, Y/n wrapped her hands over Hermione’s. “.. Just focus on you. Got it.” She whispered.

Their breaths began to sync, the cold air allowing the air between them to be visible. Swirling into a small cloud of rising heat between them. Eyes that were so intensely staring into one another began close, leaning their bodies ever so closely to steal back the air that was so desperately being stolen from their lungs.

“Y/N! HERMIONE! WHERE ARE YOU TWO?”

And with that the two jolted away from each other at the sound of Ginny screaming their names. Fierce blushes gracing their faces.

“Where in bloody hell are those two? It’s freezing out here!” Luna complained as she had wrapped her arms around herself as emphasis.

“I don’t think those two will have any trouble warming themselves up.” Lavender teased, causing the other girls to giggle at the remark.

Y/n face burned at the implication, Hermione on the other hand was fuming. ‘Those little– we were just having a moment too.. Damn them!’ The girl thought as she groaned.

“I see them! Y/n! Hermione! We finally found you two love birds!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Stuff it Weasley!” Y/n shouted over her shoulder. Pushing herself up to stand, she offered her hand to Mione who gladly took the kind gesture and stood by Y/n’s side as their friends approached them.

Giggling, the group of girls closed the small distance between them and their pair of friends (moms). The group began talking about the many things the other students have come up with for games and things to do.

After their small talk was over the whole group decided to try the other side of the grounds that Y/n and Hermione had not gotten to before taking their small break. Luna dragged Hermione to the puzzle solving games, Lavender and Ginny immediately bolting it towards the snack bar. Meanwhile Y/n just took in the moment, smiling at the scene before her. More so taking in the sight of her Hermione Granger.

If someone had told her when she first laid her eyes on the curly haired witch that they’d be entangled in each other’s lives, she would have laughed in their face. It was unfathomable in her mind, how could someone as sweet, radiant, down right other worldly ever be interested in Y/n L/n? Sometimes it’s better not to question the good in your life though. Just enjoy it.

And enjoying it she was until a voice piped up, “You know, if you keep staring she’s going to pick up on it. Though I doubt that she’ll pick up on that love stricken on your face, honestly the girl’s so book smart but not very emotional inclined.”

Startled out her trance, Y/n turned her head in the direction of the voice. There stood Harry with a smug smile, “God Harry, what is it with you and Ginny scaring the absolute crap out of people when they’re having a moment?” Y/n jokingly poked.

“It’s a couple thing, or so I’ve been told.”

“A match truly made in heaven.” Y/n sarcastically replied, giving her friend a light punch in the shoulder for the earlier fright.

Laughing at the situation Y/n just smiled back at Hermione. Watching as she and Luna were in the middle of what looked to be quite an elaborate puzzle. Glancing at Harry, Y/n saw a lovestruck look that she was all too familiar with seeing on herself directed at Ginny. “Harry?” The y/h/c broke the silence.

The boy hummed in response. Another moment passed. Both lost in the sight of the girls in front of them, the girls that somehow captured their hearts.

Another beat passed before the witch spoke, “When did you realize it was worth it?”

Harry, to his credit, did take a moment to process her question. In reality he was trying to figure out what she meant. “When was the risk worth it?” He asked back.

Y/n nodded. She really didn’t have to elaborate further than that. Harry, and so many others in their friend group knew Y/n’s feelings towards Hermione. Yes, they teased them from time to time but the group knew that the pair was willing to do so much for each other. No mountain too high, ocean too deep, or deal too great for either girl. Harry distinctly remembered Y/n telling Mione that she’d face a thousand Boggarts to protect her. At the time Hermione had told Y/n she’s no damsel, of course the young witch knew more than anyone how effectively the brunette could protect herself. But what Harry remembers is the look in Y/n’s y/e/c eyes.

That look carried purpose, blinding and unwavering loyalty towards the witch that sat across from her. Ginny would tease the y/h/c haired girl about her open and unapologetic proclamations towards the curly haired witch. Telling her she sounded like a Greek tragedy waiting to unfold. And it almost did. The group doesn’t bring up the event anymore because it upsets Hermione too much to think about.

Right at the start of their sixth year everyone was just getting off the train, looking for one another in the crowd. Catching up from their summer break. They were about to head towards the school’s entrance when they saw Hermione waiting at the train’s doors. Awaiting Y/n, but she never got off. This was the last train bringing the students for the year and they hadn’t seen Y/n get off this train nor did they see her anywhere in school once they convinced Hermione that maybe she got on an earlier train.

But Hermione knew that wasn’t true, the whole reason they took this train was because Y/n would always sleep in as much as possible before coming back to school. So taking the late train ensured that they’d meet with her before starting the new year. For the first week, the group did not see the young witch at the school. They tried asking her housemates if they knew where she was but none knew her whereabouts.

Hermione, to her credit, appeared calm. Telling the others that knowing Y/n she probably took a vacation with her family. Wanting to skip the first week because in her words, “They always go over the basics in the first week Mione. They don’t even assign us homework, I don’t see the point in attending the first week if it’s just going to be the basics all over again.”

That was until midway through the week that the students were taking their first trip near the border of the Forbidden Forest. Harry and Hermione among them, when the sight of a glowing blue light caught their attention. Upon closer inspection they saw it. An Abraxan Winged Horse patronus flying through the tree line, the way it danced in the air had Hermione flashing back to the nights Y/n would cast her patronus in their nightly practices.

Once Harry had realized whose patronus it was Hermione was already sprinting towards the forest. The rest of their group gave chase. Seeming to know it was seen, the patronus gave them quite the journey back through the forest, leading the group to an unexpected sight. Before them lay a heavily wounded Y/n with a heavily injured dark wizard laid a few meters in front of her. The brunette witch had nearly screamed when Y/n collapsed after catching sight of them.

Rushing towards her the curly haired genius took hold of her friend, the tears streaming down her face as she whispered who knows what to the Ravenclaw. A few students rushed back to the school to explain the situation and get a teacher’s help. The next few hours were a blur, but they eventually got a story once Y/n woke up.

Hermione had been right when Y/n explained about ditching the first few days but not for the reason she might have thought. The Ravenclaw had traveled to the muggle world, to find Hermione a gift, a book to be exact. A very rare and old astronomy book, one that had not made its way to the wizarding world yet. On her way to school after the start of the second day Y/n knew she’d get an earful from her friends, more so her crush so she got her some of her favorite muggle snacks along with bringing the other’s some snacks as well.

But when she got off the train though and made her way through the school she saw movement in the forest. Deciding she could side track at least until lunch she went to scout it out. She expected a wild animal, maybe even a wolf or troll. Never a dark wizard. He didn’t notice her at first, it looked like he was searching around for something. The witch never got to see what he was looking for when she suddenly stepped on a branch and caught the guy’s attention. What she described next was a mix of running and fighting for two days. Luckily she was able to lead him away from the school for the first day but when their fighting really started to pick up they circled back without thinking.

The two had been fighting for hours, before the dark wizard grew tired of their spells. He was enraged, breathing ragged and eyes burning. He raised his wand, Y/n knew the spells that dark wizards used. She knew she had to act faster, and she did. Before the man could utter a word Y/n raised her wand and yelled, “Crucio!”

The dark wizard crumbled to the ground screaming in pain, to be honest Y/n was surprised no one had heard his screams from the school. She was just barely conscious when sent out one more spell, her patronus. She heard people a ways away, they were getting closer to her. Unaware if it was more dark wizards and witches or students she wasn’t going to risk the chance. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to have enough strength to protect herself, but she tried anyways. With her final strength she once again lifted her wand, “Expecto patronum..”

The rest they know.

Hermione did not leave her side for the first month of the year, cleaning her injuries when needed. She forbade Y/n from even attempting to replace her own wrapping.

Something had changed that day for both girls, Harry saw it, their friends did too. They were close before the events unfolded but that day was a demonstration of stubborn strength and fleeting life. The look they shared when brown and y/e/c eyes meet. If the stars danced in the night sky, and the sun burned this ever growing warmth, their love binded. There wasn’t any darkness or light those two were willing to go through in this life without the other present. Where Y/n lacked courage Hermione provided in strides, and where Hermione lost herself in knowledge Y/n would bring her back down to earth.

That’s where it brought them, the present before them. Luna and Hermione had finally solved the puzzle to the impressive joy of the students running the stand. Ginny and Lavender were carrying bags of snacks to share amongst the group, giggling at the other pair of girls surrounded by the ever growing crowd.

Harry took a moment to ponder, he was once in the same boat with Ginny. He was scared of course, he thinks any teenager would be. Accepting those feelings had been the hardest part for him, confessing came easy. It seems as though Y/n had the opposite problem though. She knew about her feelings for the Gryffindor from the start, telling her would be a hard pill to swallow.

“Y/n, any risk involving her will always be worth it.”

The Ravenclaw stayed silent, her lavender haze zeroing in on the witch she knew could rule the world with nothing but her mind and smile. She knew she’d have to do it. Smiling, she turned to Harry. “Thank you Harry.”

The boy smiled back at her, “Of course mate.”

After the group had finally made their ways through the rest of the grounds they had managed to kill sometime. The performances had started half-way through their stroll. Y/n, whatever nerves had gotten to her before had dissipated long after her talk with Hermione and Harry. She could do this.

The closer her time got the closer the group drew themselves towards the stage. They didn’t want her to run on stage when her turn approached, which she greatly appreciated.

Before long the second to last performance was wrapping up. Y/n and her group had gone backstage to prepare for their set. Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Lavender were left standing in the front row. The curly haired witch was fidgeting in place, a gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder that got her to stop for a moment. “Mione? Are you doing alright? Do you need to step away for a moment? I know you aren’t used to such a crowd.” Ginny asked her.

“No, it’s quite alright really. I’m just nervous I suppose.”

“Nervous?” Laughing Ginny playfully poked the girl. “Never would I see the day that you’d openly admit that.” A soft glare was aimed at the redhead. “Oh stop with that look, you’ll wrinkle.”

“I will not–”

“Now,” Interrupting the girl, Ginny wrapped her arm around her neck, pulling her into a side hug. “Why in the world are you so nervous?”

Sighing, Hermione rubbed her thumb and pointer finger against her temple hoping to alleviate a headache that would surely come. “I just.. Listen, Y/n has been stressing about her performance. She was freaking out earlier about wrapping this whole event up with a bang. I’m just nervous for her I think.”

Smiling in sympathy Ginny pulled the girl closer, “I know what you mean. Luna has told us she’d been spacing out and fidgeting around when the topic was brought up. But oddly enough she commented that she didn’t seem as nervous today. She actually looked grounded and calm.”

Blushing, Hermione had remembered her earlier words to the witch. “Yes me, if you start to get nervous at all just find me. You’ve always had a knack for finding me wherever I was in a sea of people. So find me, focus on me–” ‘love me’ “and I’ll ground you, okay?” God, if she told Ginny she’d never let her hear the end of it.

“What’s with that look, Granger?”

“I have not the slightest clue what you mean Weasley.” She felt her face running hotter.

“Oh my goodness.. I knew you two were having a moment when we interrupted you both!” The redhead nearly screamed, making the brunette blush even further. Confirming more of the Weasley's suspicions. “Hermione! Oh please you have to spill what you both were talking about. I have a lot at stake here!”

“Ginny! Goodness, would you keep it down? I don’t have to tell you anything.” Retorted Hermione, she was trying to back out of this conversation but Ginny was not about to let her get off that easy.

“Hmph. Fine if that’s how you want to play it, then I’ll have no choice but to speculate and talk about this with Lavender and Luna. Luna I’m sure has commented on seeing you two share a moment in the yard a week or so ago.” Teased Ginny as she let go of Hermione and turned her body towards Lavender.

Before she could call out to her though, Hermione quickly covered her mouth with her hand and pulled her back towards her. “Shhh! Ginny! Fine, I’ll tell you but you can’t utter a word to those two. Promise me.”

Smiling under the witch's hand, Ginny took it and intertwined their pinkies together. “I swear Hermione.”

Gulping Hermione pulled Ginny closer, clearly embarrassed that she was admitting this outloud for her friend to hear. “I-I told Y/n to look for me. When she got nervous or scared to look for me in the crowd. To focus on me and that I’d ground her.” By the time the witch was done speaking her face had turned this beautiful shade of red, she was going to regret telling Ginny.

And she’d be right from the loud squeal that emitted from the girl’s mouth which she quickly covered. Again. “Ginny!” There were suddenly a few pairs of eyes on them including a confused Harry’s and curious Lavender's. “W-We were talking about some bands that were coming to England this year. That we have to go see them.” Hermione explained.

That seemed to have satisfied the people around them enough as everyone went back to their own conversations. “Ginny..” She hissed out but was quickly disregarded as the other witch pulled her closer with a knowing smirk on her face.

“Hermione Granger.. You dog!” She teased.

“Weasley.” Warned the girl.

“Yes, yes I’ll keep my promise. I can’t say that Luna might not be grilling your girl too though and did not make that promise to keep quiet.”

“She’s not–”

“Yet. She’s not your girl yet.” A wink was thrown her way.

“I regret telling you.”

Before the two could continue further the announcer on stage came forward and spoke. “Well, well that was certainly an amazing show. Now ladies and gentleman, we are closing the night with a final performance. If everyone could please welcome them on stage, they will be doing a cover of People Watching. Give them a warm welcome please!” The crowd had applauded as the lights cut, a soft glow instead coming from the stage.

‘Why are they using Lumos?’ Hermione wondered.

“Well hello everybody.” The warm voice of Y/n greeted the crowd, causing a roar of cheers to erupt. The curly haired Gryffindor could hear the smile in her voice.

“Before we got started I did want to thank everyone who helped and participated in the making of this event. I know it’s been a rough year so we really are grateful for the people that helped student de-stress from the year.”

This pulled a few cheers and hollers from the crowd, causing a small laugh to escape the y/h/c girl. Though the laugh sounded more of one full of nerves than actually enjoyment. “Now, before we get started I did want to dedicate this final song.. to someone very special.” A few gasps and wolf whistles explode from the already semi rowdy teens. And although the lighting made Y/n’s face hard to see Hermione could see the glowing blush on her face causing the genius’s heart to skip a few beats.

“I uh..” The mic echoed for the drummer, seeming to have almost lost her nerve. “I-I’ve never been great with words or brave for that matter. But the person I’m dedicating this song to embodies those very wonderful traits.” Taking a deep breath the girl motioned to her bandmates to cancel out lumos, which once they did the stage turned black. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to hold a candle to that, but tonight I’m going to try. Hermione Granger, this one's for you.”

The crowd erupted with cheers but Hermione paid them no mind as the main lights on the stage finally came on and she finally saw her Ravenclaw’s face. Y/n, although having a nervous smile, had her eyes searching the crowd before ultimately landing on Hermione. She winked at the curly haired witch before mouthing to her, “I’d sing a thousand times to see you smile.” Had Hermione been paying attention to her surroundings in her flustered state she would have seen the smug look on Ginny’s face, catching the small exchange.

Soon the sound of a bass began to play from Luna and piano from Cho. Y/n’s voice finally starting the song,

“That wasn’t funny, but she laughed so hard, she almost cried

They’re countin’ months they’ve been together, almost forty-nine

She’s makin’ fun of how she acted ‘round the holidays

She wears a ring, but they tell people that they’re not engaged

They met in class for metaphysical philosophy

She tells her friends, “I like her ‘cause she’s so much smarter than me”

They’re having talks about their future until 4AM

And I’m happy for them ”

Hermione’s mind began to flash of memories with the y/e/c eyed girl. How the two would always celebrate their friend-niversary by taking a picnic towards the outskirts of the school. Or how Y/n would constantly tease her when it came to picking out gifts for the holidays.

“But I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I’m holdin’

Someday I’ll be fallin’ without caution

But for now I’m only people watchin’ ”

The steady beat of the drum began, Y/n getting into more of a rhythm. Feeling her heartbeat match the drum’s.

“I’m only looking just to live through you vicariously

I’ve never really been in love, not seriously

I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence

Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense”

Although Y/n has always been so deeply in love with Hermione Granger she did try to date. Never getting the same feeling she would get when she’d let herself think of drowning in those brown eyes.

“But I cut people out like tags on my clothing

I end up all alone, but I still keep hoping”

And although she envied the boys that got the chance to take Hermione out on dates she never lost hope in trying to win her heart.

“I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I’m holdin’

Someday I’ll be fallin’ without caution

But for now I’m only people watchin’ “

The silence that followed after the lyric lasted for no more than a second, but it felt stretched for both witches as they took the small opening to truly look at each other. Like they had held their breath in for the entire set and this was their only moment to breathe each other in.

“Cut people out like tags on my clothing

I end up all alone, but I still keep hoping

I won’t be scared to someone know me

Life feels so monotone, but I still keep hoping”

Smiling, face flustered and skin shining from sweat Y/n kept her eyes locked on Hermione as she stood. Grabbing the mic she brought it closer to her as she belted out the next lyric,

“I feel love emotion”

Slamming her drumsticks back down before continuing with her set.

“I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I’m holdin’

Someday I’ll be fallin’ without caution

But for now I’m only people watchin’ “

With that final lyric the bandmates took in the silence that hung in the air before being bombarded with cheers from the crowd. Everyone was either yelling or whistling from their excitement, causing Y/n to experience a fraction of relief. She let her eyes wander the huge audience of people that had gathered for the final performance.

Ginny was at this point losing her shit, cheering for an encore like many others. The memory of the best slipping her mind as she basically got front row seats of ship sailing. Luna and Cho smiled down at their friends and began to set their instruments down and made their way towards the front stage to bow and wave back at everyone.

Y/n pulled her eyes from the erupting crowd and locked eyes with her favorite shade of brown once again.

Hermione had not moved from her position, too starstruck from the performance. Her mouth was slightly ajar, her eyes fully focused on y/e/c eyes. The curly haired witch felt her face cooling down from the fall air, but the cold air did nothing to cool the heat surrounding her beating heart.

“Mione, if you keep that mouth of yours open you'll catch flies. Come on now, don’t want to keep her waiting now.” Ginny teased as she pushed the still very shocked Gryffiandor towards the front of the stage where Y/n had made her way towards once she saw the brunette moving.

The two never once breaking eye contact, in just a few strides Y/n was basically standing over Hermione. Their only barrier between them being the four feet of height that the stage provided.

Nervously rubbing her neck Y/n spoke first, “Granger.”

“Y-Y/n.. I-I don’t know what to say. That was wow.”

Giggling, the y/h/c haired girl crouched down and winked, “It was definitely easier to sing up here with you grounding me the whole time Mione.”

“I-I.. loved it. Truly, you were something else to watch perform up there.” Hermione complimented, causing the drummer to blush a deep scarlet red.

“A-ahh you’re just being nice Mione. Honestly anyone can do it..” She timidly stated.

“I don’t think anyone can serenade a girl like you Y/n.” With that Hermione grabbed the girl by the collar of her flannel causing a loud squeak escape said girl as she pulled their faces closer. “You really do know how to spoil me.”

Their close proximity didn’t help the blush on Y/n’s face; she felt as though her face was steaming from heat, “A-ah M-Mione!” Squeaked the poor girl.

“I feel it too, you know.” Whispered the brunette witch.

“Wh-wha–?”

“That love emotion.”

Gulping, Y/n couldn’t help her eyes as they flickered between those gorgeous brown eyes and pink lips that always seemed to have her in trance. “Y-you do?”

Smiling, the Gryffindor inched her face closer, almost brushing her lips against the Ravenclaw’s as she heard the other girl’s breath hitch. “Very much. It always happens when I catch the eyes of this girl, a sparkling y/e/c that no jem in the world could ever replicate. She’s got this smile too, makes you want to do anything in the world to keep on her. And gosh this devotion she has in those beautiful eyes, only a fool would be so dense not to notice it was aimed at them.” Curling her fingers through y/h/c hair Hermione tilted her head to meet her lover’s gaze. “You’ve made a fool of me Y/n, an utter love struck fool.”

“Hermione.. I’ve loved you for so long. And I’ll promise to keep loving you until the magic that brought us together dies, but you’ve had me enchanted without the help of any spell since the day our eyes met Hermione.”

With that Hermione pulled Y/n down into the most passionate kiss of their lives. Fireworks exploded all over their bodies, their brains occupied with nothing but each other.

Caught up in their moment they failed to notice the deafening crowd of cheers and yells. Lavender had taken out her phone to record the couple’s encounter. Ginny screamed at the top of her lungs as she hugged Harry as he too grinned. Luna and Cho clapping and wolf whistling at their friends

When they finally calmed their spontaneous kiss the pair took in the feeling of warm lips and soft skin. Their erratic heartbeats pulsing when they finally pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes with adoring looks.

“I love you Hermione Granger.” The drummer whispered with a smile.

Giggling, the curly haired witch whispered back; “And I love you Y/n Y/l.”

[drizzledrawings]

UR GAY!!! lets fucking go lesbians

In 2020, I had a seizure, (this relates to me figuring out I’m a lesbian)

I was stranded at my parents house after having to drop out from university and forfeit my scholarship, then Covid lockdown happened and I couldn’t see anyone, therefore having to rely on my family for support (oh god) and doing a lot of self reflection

In the beginning of my self actualization, I had a nightmare. I was at a hospital getting numerous tests done, I was in pain and it was awful, yet somehow that wasn’t the horrendous part. The awful part was after it was all done I walked into the waiting room, and my “HUSBAND” was waiting for me

I immediately woke up and started questioning everything

[waitineedaname]

“I think I’m officially too old for this bar. People will think I’m a creep if I keep coming around here.” Shen Yuan took another drag from her cigarette. Luo Binghe stared at the faint pink stain her lips left on the paper. “I was thirteen when you were born. Isn’t that weird?” Luo Binghe's brain to mouth filter was no longer functioning. “Can you put that out on me?”

after months of work, my lesbingqiu modern au fic is finally done! please enjoy shen yuan being painfully oblivious, and luo binghe being so very gay for her <3

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

I’m just gonna post this now cause I saw something that irritated me and I’m about to spiral. Mel thee Medarda😍.

What this fandom has done to her… Is the exact reason why existing as a black fem in a predominantly white ( including white gay) fanbase should come with reparations. This woman is a child of war and pilgrimage. It doesn’t matter that she was a Medarda. she was still a child! That ish will change you and it’s clear in her interactions with her mother she at the very least saw the endings of wars and campaigns, I can’t imagine those being pretty. Mel being the black sheep and lowkey scapegoat child of her family is not talked about either. As a teen she is sent away from the only support system she knows doesn’t matter if it was toxic, it was still familiar, to a brand new land where she had to build herself up again as a TEEN (probably since they never stated when she was casted out)! She spent her formative years in Noxus, where the strong survive. It is not surprising that while she detest violence and aggression, she uses her guile/ persuasion aggressively. By the time Arcane season 1 starts Mel is a young woman in her 20s on the council (the youngest council member too) and like Tok’s said Mel is a young woman who is extremely sure of herself… as a front. Mel is a woman who actually hates herself or at the very least is an extremely aware of how little all this means to the people that matter to her. We see this in the first scene of Mel in the show, where Elora reminds her of the fact she is the richest person in Piltover and Mel quickly remarked saying “And yet I remained the poorest Medarda”. The fandom quickly took that as Mel being power/money hungry when in reality that self depreciation was coming from a real place of insecurity. She knows how the Medardas’ are and how little they care for the fox and it bothers her. She’s not doing this for power in the way that it is presented. She’s doing this to prove a point. That her mother is wrong and the fox can be powerful. She is also trying to convince herself of that too.

From what we can gather in the show through her flashback and interactions with Ambessa, it’s clear that Mel definitely was considered to weak willed and soft spined for Noxus. I mean Ambessa says that to her before she casted her out. The fact that Mel apparently can still say the quote verbatim shows how scarring it was.

Mel is a woman caught in the extremes. She wants to uplift Piltover to prove herself to her family but also knowing what that means she also wants to protect Piltover from Noxus.She is a woman who has a love overflowing but has nowhere to pour into until she meets Jayce ( I’ll save that for a MelJay post though). I think because of how reserved Mel is,due to her upbringing and Ambessa literally discouraging, it’s not really discussed how Mel is probably emotionally stunted.

I have a lot more I can say about Mel as a character, she is literally my number 1 since season 1 but this post is already long and all over the place but this is a tip of an iceberg of how I digested her as a character.

Ps someone on TikTok said Mel was the Arcane version of Apollo and it makes so much sense(she is the beautiful child of an affair but is also the light bringer and a patron of the arts). Her and Ambessa was definitely a Greek Tragedy, at least to me.

[olderthannetfic]

Sorry to revive the hp wank on your blog but, yk, it was pissing me off. I’m so sick of “grow up children the lore isn’t even good.” Should I pick up some sci-fi fantasy brick instead? Some TikTok romantasy shit? As if the solid magic system is why I or anyone is into hp fandom, as opposed to the gaping holes authors and artists use as planters. The volume of work and history of fandom, and yes, history as a cultural phenomenon. It sucks that jkr used her wealth and prominence as a springboard to be hateful, but done is done on that. Jkr doesn’t, for me , atp, come into it, not since she published DH, and I know I’m not alone. The majority of book character slash fic enjoyers w fuck terfs in bio are not the same people w hp jansport and herbology t shirt. They are not hitting retweet. Email warner brothers abt their new theme park, or better yet, the media that legitimizes and platforms her, or better yet, actually pivot to activism /for/ trans people.

Like, it’s not my fault that jeffree star made good music in 2009, and all the racism, transphobia, and sex crimes he’s done before and since don’t actually make my eBay copy of beauty killer slay less. it’s not like he’s getting proceeds. Those are perfectly valid reasons to not be able enjoy something you might otherwise, but like. What we like and dislike is more to do with the gut than ppl act like it is, when it comes to stuff they can’t personally see the appeal of.

I don’t like fascism or mark wahlburg, but that doesn’t mean I think those things being bad is an actually compelling reason for someone to deny their extant enjoyment of Attack on Titan or The Italian Job, even though it /is/ the reason I personally can’t stand these things.

On the other hand I still like Home Alone 2 AND Two Weeks Notice, and Friz Frelings non-overtly-racist ouvre.

This is just another case of moralizing a personal squick, an iteration of which a broad chunk of self proclaimed proshippers seem perfectly happy to engage in.

I have a bunch of new and comfort fics queued up for my top surgery recovery. If one more person tells me to just decide to like earthsea instead I will metaphorically kms in front of them. There’s exactly one earthsea fic on ao3 with gay sex. And, yk, my blorbos aren’t there. Joy you can’t personally relate to is not less important or more immature for being unrelatable to you.

And ngl it wasn’t gonna work on me anyways, but telling people to discard something they enjoy and care about bc otherwise they’re bad evil cringe immature babies with shit taste who only read one book is like, not the winning argument people seem to think it will be.

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[communistkenobi]

went on a terf blocking spree and they were sharing this tweet around

and like obviously this is factually wrong - “homosexual rights” happens primarily through de-pathologising homosexuality, quite literally an effort to redefine sexuality and sexual activity, which was commonly followed by a legal redefinition of marriage in many states as not only being between a man and a woman, and parenthood as not being strictly done by a mother & father - that’s redefining gender categories! Gender doesn’t exist as a repressive force independent of political & legal institutions. Universal paternity leave is a redefinition of gendered reproductive labour through employment and labour policy, it is a structural economic benefit that incentivises fathers to participate in child rearing. This is a (limited, partial) redefinition of what it “means” to be a man, just as gay marriage is a redefinition of what it means to be a husband or wife, just as allowing gays to adopt is a redefinition of motherhood and fatherhood. 

And this denial of being in an “ideological cult” is also intentionally downplaying the massive homophobic outcry that gays were/are in fact trying to destroy the meaning of family and marriage - that gay marriage would let you marry your dog, that gay parents are all pedophiles, that even expanding the definition of the nuclear family to include cis gays would threaten to destroy all categories of familial and civic life. Denying that gay rights are not viewed as an “ideological cult” of their own is laughably homophobic.

Taking this argument to its natural conclusion - that cis gays just want to be “left alone,” they aren’t here to “redefine” anything unlike the transsexuals - means a comprehensive denial of the law as an institution that produces patriarchal and gendered violence, that societal conceptions of gender (and the oppression produced by those conceptions) are unaffected by legal redefinitions of family and marriage. An absurd claim! This argument denies patriarchy as a social force, assigning it instead to this mystical abstract force that exists “out there” in nature, unable to be punctured or altered by any social response. Like tbh if you believe that why even fight for gay marriage at all? Just accept your lot in life as broken men and women with a mental disorder that makes you incapable of raising a family.

But of course they don’t actually really believe this, they know what side their bread is buttered on. Cis gays got themselves removed from the ICD and DSM, got gay marriage legalised in a bunch of countries (the tweet’s exclusive use of past tense when talking about gay rights implies the fight for gay equality is finished, an obviously self-centred western & homophobic argument) and said fuck you got mine! The king granted us entrance into his castle unlike you freaks, all we ever wanted was a seat at his table. Liberation is not the goal, cis gays just want to be permitted equal access to the power of cisheterosexual society. This tweet is arguing that gender is not a relevant mechanism in the oppression of homosexuals, that their oppression is altogether something else, unrelated to ideas of what it means to be a woman or man, because they want access to the violence those categories produce. Destroying these categories makes this goal unattainable for them, and so now cis gays are continuing to pivot to reactionary opposition to trans rights. But don’t take my word for it - I’m just repeating what this guy’s saying!