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erens-heart · 2 years ago

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FIREPLACES | HJP / YOU

you start to think your friend harry potter is quite attractive.

a/n • idk what the fuck this is! my first time writing in about 5 years and i’ve also never written for hp characters despite loving harry from the age of 5.

theme • angsty and fluffy, i don’t write smut (for now!!!)

warnings • mentions of death, grieving harry, violence

word count is 4.1k, i wrote this in one sitting.

you weren’t exactly irrelevant, your name was at least recognised, however you were also perfectly and plainly ordinary. you didn’t have a huge number of friends at hogwarts, however you were lucky to be well acquainted with harry potter. you weren’t close enough with him to spill your deepest and innermost thoughts, but you enjoyed laughing with him on the way to dinner most evenings; you greeted each other warmly whenever you passed him in the corridor and even offered to help him with his homework on the odd occasion. it was a simple friendship - nice. your conversations never got much deeper than, “hello”, “how are you?”, “have you handed your essay on werewolves in yet?”, but they were pleasant nevertheless. the most you knew about him was that he had triumphed against voldemort (but who didn’t) and lived in an awfully dull neighbourhood called little whinging, but he never went into any detail about his encounters, you assumed that he saved those stories for his best friends ron and hermione. in fact, the more you considered it, you realised that harry was actually a very private, quiet boy, who said as little as he could get away with. sometimes when you said “hello” you felt as though you’d bothered him, he always seemed to have a sad look in his eyes, even when he was laughing his hardest.

you never really took much time to consider finding harry attractive, until you overheard two gryffindor girls oggling over his photo in the daily prophet on the way to your lesson one morning. you revised the idea in your head, and admittedly agreed that his eyes were really gorgeous, and recalled the times you’d caught his cold eyes in class. most of the time it was because he was deep in thought, staring at the wall past you and you happened to be looking in his direction.

professor slughorn was in the middle of teaching potions. you weren’t completely invested in the lesson because you couldn’t concentrate. your mind kept distractingly returning to the idea that harry’s eyes were infact really pretty. you turned discreetly to your right and saw him sat there. to your startled dismay his blue eyes were staring right at you. you weren’t good at things like this and sat there stiffening, knuckles turning white as you gripped the edges of your desk at your attempt to hide the fact that you’d been oggling at him like all of the other girls in your year.

when the lesson had come to an end, you heard harry’s soft voice call after you, because you’d been trying to hurry out amongst the rest of the bustling students to escape the embarrassment of the escapade at the beginning of the hour. as much as you’d wanted to, you couldn’t ignore him, you were supposed to be good friends, so you paused whilst teetering out of the arched doorway and turned on heel.

“hey harry.”

he seemed even more troubled than usual, and you immediately felt your stomach lurch. “slughorn’s loving you these days, isn’t he?” you continued whilst the conversation remained in the archway of the classroom even as the other students dispersed back to their common rooms.

harry nodded before slowly presenting you with his potions book. you were confused until he opened it to the blank page prefacing the table of contents.

this book is property of the half-blood prince.

“i’m not quite sure what this means.” you followed dryly, screwing your eyebrows together at the peculiar text, it seemed to have been inked in by a student.

harry hadn’t talked much yet aside from calling your name. his thin lips pressed into a frown and he shook his head too, “me neither. this book is the reason i’ve been coming out on top of the class”, your eyes found his whilst he spoke, “hermione would tell me to hand it over to slughorn, and ron might get jealous, so i thought i would show you. you’re easy-going.” your lips curled up at the compliment he had just paid you. for the first time, he’d confided in you before either of his best friends, and it gave you butterflies for some reason.

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ever since your conversation with harry after potions, you two had been meeting regularly in the library. you had asked harry if you could copy the notes from the strange book into your own for academic purposes, and unbeknownst to you harry had agreed because he found your company oddly comforting.

this particular evening was unlike any other until harry broke the silence in a way that was strikingly unfamiliar to you. he started venting.

“being the chosen one isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” he sighed with comedic, adolescent frustration and pressed his cheek against a stack of books on the desk. he was watching your quill scribble away and fought back the urge to yawn. he was grumpy a lot of the time, he’d become a very temperamental boy in the recent stages of his teen-hood - it made you giggle. you put your quill down, and entertained his complaint by asking him “why?”.

he rolled his eyes and pointed at two fourth year girls sat in the corner of the library, “i haven’t gone a day this year without some girl coming up to flirt with me,” he consciously tugged the hood of his jumper closer around his neck, ”i think i preferred it when everybody hated me last year, to be honest.” you managed a laugh and put your hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“i can picture your frustration. i don’t blame them though.” you immediately bit your tongue, you hadn’t meant to insinuate anything, but luckily harry thought nothing of what you’d said and shrugged, still visibly annoyed. it was also uncommon for you and harry to engage in any skinship whatsoever and, realising this, you quickly withdrew your hand from his shoulder, pretending to tuck a tuft of hair back behind your ear.

by the time you and harry were ready to leave for bed that night, you’d long been finished taking notes, but you enjoyed small talk with harry beside the candlelight, and he enjoyed it too. by habit of his escapist nature, he’d been enjoying your company more than anyone else’s for the past two or three weeks because there was nothing complicated to your friendship, and he never gave you any indication of struggling so you never asked. harry liked that. he had a feeling that you probably knew he had his personal impediments being “the chosen one”, but you accepted them blindly with a kind smile, and treated him indifferently. it was all very convenient and comfortable. he was also starting to consider the idea that you had very nice eyes too.

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and the school year continued just like that. you and harry grew closer than ever; you revelled in eachother’s company; you spent your evenings together in the library; you spent your mornings together in the great hall revising. most crucially, you were best friends denying the presence of anything more because you were both too shy. harry also didn’t want to risk overcomplicating one of the few relationships in his life that took his mind off voldemort.

in his time away from you throughout the year, he continued to carry out dumbledore’s endeavours and courted slughorn into revealing his vices. in the month leading up to this, harry had been distancing himself from you. although he thought it better to keep you at arm’s length from his business with dumbledore, he hadn’t been intentionally trying to avoid you, he was just so very busy. he felt guilty nonetheless.

you took harry’s absence on the chin, you knew he dealt with a lot of things, things he didn’t disclose in casual conversations with you because that would spoil the light-heartedness of the time you spent together. you took it as an opportunity to resume the studies you’d fallen behind on, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit… lonely. you hadn’t been on your own like this since harry had called for you after that one potions lesson.

reminiscently, you opened your potions book on the notes you had taken when you were with harry, and smiled fondly. but then your heart sank. it wasn’t abnormal to miss your friends, but what you felt was beyond yearning, you just kept it hidden from harry and the other students, not that harry had the time to notice these days. at most, he managed a quick “hello” as he passed in and out of the common room, until one morning he had disappeared altogether.

you attended breakfast alone. you attended your first class of the day alone. you felt so miffed that you decided not to attend your defence against the dark art’s class, in fact you were truant for the rest of the school day. the fact that you hadn’t seen harry at all today worried you immensely, even when he was busy he was always loitering somewhere about the grounds. yesterday he’d returned from hagrid’s fairly late, you guessed that maybe he was tired and sleeping it off, but a dark hunch that you had implied otherwise.

that night, your intuition summoned you to the astronomy tower, one of few places you visited for undisrupted pondering. your chest felt clogged with an indescribable feeling, it felt almost like a sixth sense, or something similar to unease. the sky foreshadowed a storm, you felt it in the humid air too. usually you would feel lost without harry, but for some reason the fear inspired an unusual confidence in you, and you balled your hands into two determined fists as you stared out over the grounds. it all felt nostalgic, the sweep of grey trees in the distance reminded you of the life that had inhabited the school when you were a little girl. you couldn’t decide why you were crying exactly. maybe you missed harry. maybe you just hated being alone. you soaked it up with the sleeve of your school jumper and turned to leave, and you would have done if not for the indistinct sound of footsteps.

you took off down the stairs and uttered a soft “lumos” to your wand, illuminating a pair of blue eyes, but they weren’t harry’s. your eyes winced at the mop of silver-blonde hair infront of you. the male you recognised easily as malfoy pinned you suddenly to the wall with his forearm and despite looking fairly scrawny, his forearm was bigger than you anticipated - you couldn’t move.

“what are you doing up here”, he asked bluntly, yet whispered at the same time. malfoy’s clothes carried a smell that you likened to an old cupboard, or dusty furniture. he was someone that you knew to be unpleasant, due to harry’s recollection of their quarrellings, but you had exchanged few words with him during your time at school. you weren’t aware of harry’s extra-curricular activities, and even less aware of harry’s speculations about malfoy. your expressionless face mocked draco’s attempt to scare you, you raised a cocky eyebrow and retorted, repeating the same question he had asked you.

“it’s none of your business.” his voice quivered briefly, you recognised this as fear, but ignored it when you heard the sound of someone apparating into the castle, soon followed by the sound of harry’s voice. draco’s head turned almost as quickly as yours. his plans had not accommodated harry. it was hard to say who was more staggered by this. the inches between you and draco were quickly severed when the blonde boy pulled out his wand and took up the stairs. you immediately thought it best to stay hidden beneath the floorboards, you didn’t think harry would take kindly to finding out that you were there, even though it was highly unintentional, he liked to keep you separate from his dealings. plus, it was late. malfoy was joined by a few unrecognisable characters dressed anonymously in black, and snape. breath hitched, you crouched behind one of the pillars and eavesdropped on the conversation happening above you, and it didn’t take you long to understand that it wasn’t going to be a friendly encounter, however it sounded unlike any of the altercations harry had previously described to you. you knew malfoy to be a snobby, sneering sod, but you hadn’t thought of him as an accomplice until you heard snape strain “avada kedavra” discernibly above the conflict.

you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a staggered, gagging cry. you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. you supposed this is what grief felt like, but it had all happened so quickly, you’d hardly processed the events you’d just heard before you felt it curdle with rage in your gut. harry was long gone, judging by his outburst you assumed he was chasing after snape. before he fled after the teacher, harry’s tone had become unrecognisably cruel, a tone that had never occurred to you in all the years you’d known the bright boy. it made you shiver.

you could still hear malfoy’s discordant sobs on top of the tower, so you confronted him quickly, casting bereaved spells at him with your wand. if harry knew you were involving yourself…

it didn’t matter.

“STUPEFY!”

he looked reluctant to engage in this duel with you, but that didn’t stop him from disarming you. your wand flew from your hand and you inelegantly dived after it. malfoy dived after your wand, simultaneously, and as you both landed on the floor with a thud, you raised your palm to his pale cheek and slapped him. it was so harsh that you felt your palm stinging too, but the pain didn’t phase you as you wrestled your wand from the slytherin boy’s puny hand. flecks of spit from draco’s mouth landed on your face because he was gritting his teeth so angrily, he portrayed a level of fury you thought was impossible for a 16 year old boy to feel. he stopped resisting you, there was something heartbreakingly defeated about the cowardly slytherin. you led slumped against a pillar opposite him, panting in a deathly silence.

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harry couldn’t hear anything, besides the sound of blood gushing in his ears and a slight pulse. he recalled how snape’s cloak had coiled back and swept over harry’s exhausted body before the gaunt-looking man accompanied a cloaked woman into the dark forest.

coward.

he knelt honourably beside dumbledore’s lifeless body, caressing the man’s silver beard with his fingertips. it was inconsolable, his pain. harry only knew loss. everybody that he held close seemed to die and slowly the amount of people that he could trust seemed to be growing smaller, and smaller. with every loss, he felt a small part of the excited 11 year old boy he once was die too. he was too young to feel this way, it was excruciating, but even though he felt this way, he remained nonchalant and concealed what few tears fell down his cheeks.

you stood with the rest of the grieving students, but you felt scared stepping forward to comfort harry, it had been a good few weeks since you had felt close to the boy. he had his back to the crowd, it confirmed the trauma you had only guessed at for years every time you looked into his shy, blue eyes across the classroom. your heart ached.

you waded quietly past the others students as they held their illuminated wands to the sky above and lowered to your knees beside harry, his eyes didn’t meet yours. all magic aside, your held your friends’ hand with a human understanding of his agony and set your wand aside, squeezing his hand weakly with what strength you had left. he was never very open about his trauma, but he didn’t need to be at that moment, you collected his soft, soft sobs in your shoulder as you pulled him in against your chest and held him. you could feel how badly he was hurting. you wished you could take it all away.

and you stayed there holding him late into the night, long after the other students had cleared and returned to their dormitories. professor mcgonagall stayed with dumbledore too.

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two weeks had passed since dumbledore’s passing. your friendship with harry wasn’t quite the same. it was common knowledge that you had been there on the astronomy tower, you’d also told him about your brawl with malfoy. you didn’t talk about much else after airing that, harry was reluctant to talk about what had happened, mostly because it was too painful, but also because then he would have no choice but to accept the events as factual. that also meant accepting that hogwarts would never be the same, accepting that everything had irreversibly changed.

conversations were duller than ever. harry had become even more temperamental. you often heard him lashing out late at night, when he was alone in his dormitory, or heard his footsteps on the cold floor in the common room when he went to sit by the fire to relieve himself of a nightmare or a terror. you recognised them as harry’s footsteps because you too stayed awake all night, and noticed that you never heard his footsteps returning to bed, and often found him sat there the next morning staring bitterly into the fire wearing the same damp pyjamas that he had soaked that night.

one memorable night, you were pulled aside before bed by hermione granger. you knew she was one of harry’s best friends, though you’d never spoken to her. you hadn’t anything against her, and you hoped the feeling was mutual, even greater than that you hoped she didn’t sense you as a threat to her long-lasting friendship with him. you weren’t like that.

you pulled your dressing gown robe around your body and tied it at the front as she began to murmur, “i’m sure you know harry’s in an awful way.” you nodded silently. “he’s never been keen on relying on people, you know. the whole time i’ve known him i’ve never seen him ask somebody for help. except maybe dumbledore…” she trailed off cautiously, even she treated dumbledore as a delicate topic of conversation since he had passed away.

she pulled her curls back into a ponytail and frowned. “but i also don’t think he would be so against relying on you.” you couldn’t help but feel as though hermione was suggesting you hadn’t been there for harry as much as you could have been. perhaps you’d neglected him through fear of seeming like you were prying when all he really needed was for you to try and persist. get through to him. you also guessed at the very obvious hint hermione had dropped that sounded as though both you and harry had feelings for the other that were unspoken for. you thanked hermione sincerely, and rushed down to the common room in your nightwear. you didn’t have any socks on, the stone castle floor was freezing.

you knew harry would be down soon, he came and sat by the fire every night without fail. you sat there too, melting into the sofa, hoping it would eat you alive because the anxiety was gnawing away at you. what if harry snapped at you? told you you were being troublesome or bothering him? when you saw his face descend down from the stairs to the boy’s dormitories, you regretted your instinct to come downstairs entirely. harry didn’t look bothered yet though.

he sat beside you quietly and sighed, pulling the collar of his pyjamas shirt away from his neck. it was damp from where he had been sweating already. without much thought, you stopped his trembling hand from tugging at the fabric and held yours clasped over his before opening your mouth, “i’m sorry, harry.”

he didn’t say anything. he looked like someone who’d heard sorry too many times in the past two weeks.

“we used to have fun together…” you started, unsure of where you were actually going with this. “i’m not here to pity you, like most of the others. i do understand, you know. not quite as fully as you, i haven’t been through nearly as much, but when i see you crying, harry, i…”

you brought his hand down from his neck and held it firmly in your lap, “i can’t watch you in pain and-“ you breathed and reticent as you were said very plainly, “i don’t mean that as a friend either, harry.”

you met harry’s blue eyes. they seemed surprised, although you weren’t sure why. he was brilliant, you wish he saw that. not brilliant because he was “the chosen one”, or because he was somewhat of a celebrity, but because of how brave and exceedingly kind he was.

“i don’t understand, y/n.”

“yes, you do.”

harry knew he’d understood you as well. but he hadn’t expected your friendship to take so much of a dark turn so quickly, he wanted to keep you away from that. and he didn’t like you seeing the vulnerable side of him either, despite however pleasantly intimate it was to have you comfort him. maybe this was enough, though. maybe this was close enough.

you were sat inches from eachother on the sofa before the fire. but you were close enough that he could smell your perfume. it made him smile. it wasn’t a big smile at all, unlike the huge grins that practically stretched to his ears when he was a little boy. but it was a smile nevertheless. he also decided against fighting the urge to smile because your determination made you that much prettier.

eyes straying, harry made a confession of his own, “do you know what i could smell when slughorn took the lid off of the amortentia in potions?”

“what?”

“something a bit like honeysuckle”, he paused, smiling into the fire, “i didn’t recognise it until you held me two weeks ago. i’d never gotten close enough to notice that you smell like that.”

your mouth fell open slightly but conscious that you were catching flies, you quickly shut it and smile too. this conversation suddenly felt nice, unlike the tension that had been brewing between you previously. you felt warm again, just like you had done when you shared your evenings together in the library.

“i’ve liked you for a long time, harry, but i didn’t want you to think i was taking advantage of you.”

“why would i think that?” suddenly his bushy, black eyebrows were knotted together above his nose.

“all that talk of you being “the chosen one”, i didn’t want you to think that’s the only reason i took any interest. especially when you despised other girls for that very reason.”

he scoffed, you were right, those girls had been awfully annoying. he turned his head slightly, commanding a shy pink colour to creep into your cheeks. even when you and harry had been at your closest, you became bashful when he held eye contact with you, it felt very intense. without giving any thought to his actions, he cupped your face with one hand and brought you in for a kiss.

it was a very slow kiss, his thin lips slotted in gently against yours. you’d never contemplated what harry was like as a kisser but he exceeded all of the expectations. it was a nice feeling. warm. your pining hands reached for his pyjama shirt and tugged longingly at the fabric, not in a suggestive manner but as a means of saying that you had waited so long to feel harry surrender like this. it didn’t last for very long, he pulled away with a sigh and pressed his forehead to yours, glasses falling further down the slope of his nose. harry felt like a normal teenage boy and for a moment failed to remember that he was really a wizard and his life was really about to change for the worst now that dumbledore was gone and voldemort was back. you were still forehead-to-forehead, breathing florally against his mouth when he realised that soon he would have to confront his new reality.

for now, harry wanted to remain ignorant for a while longer.

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starlingflight · 2 months ago

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For the ask game, 22 for my best boy Ron Weasley 🧡 and 25 for the one and only HJP

Counting the days until the next chapter of Bewitched! Can’t believe you invented spooky season

22. Headcanon for [Ron]:

The next gen kids all agree Uncle Ron & Aunt Hermione give the best gifts and that’s because Ron puts so much thought into choosing them to ensure every single one of them feels special and seen and never like an afterthought

25. My least favourite thing [Harry] said or did?

Didn’t realise how much of a Harry apologist I was until this ask because apparently I think he’s justified in every single thing he said or did in canon 😬

I don’t like the way he treats Hermione in PoA when she reports the firebolt to McGonagall but it’s not his fault he’s not used to people trying to protect him!

Send me a fandom ask!

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harryjamespotterweek · 1 year ago

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HJP Week 2023 - Masterlist Part 2

Harry had a ball with all your wonderful creations! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🥳🥳🥳

This is the masterlist post in which all entries submitted across all platforms will be listed. There are art, fics, podfics and book bindings! If you prefer to view by prompts, check out the roundup post here.

The AO3 collection will stay open till the end of the year for any late submissions. If you want the blog to reblog your work on Tumblr, please tag @harryjamespotterweek and #hjpweek2023.

This has been a wonderful week! Thanks for joining me in showing some love to our favorite birthday boy! ❤️❤️❤️

Masterlist Part 1

Fic:

Harry Potter/George Weasley

📖 Brunchy Confessions - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

Harry worries about telling the Weasleys that he and George are an item at their weekly brunch.

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Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

📖 One Bed - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | G | 300

The Potter family shares a bed.

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Harry Potter/Hermione Granger

📖 The Birthday Harry Always Wanted - Tardis_Magic93 | G | 700

Hermione and Ron planned Harry a surprise birthday trip.

📖 Coffee Break - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

After the war, the most important thing to Harry is his friendships, especially when he's thinking about taking a friendship to a relationship.

📖 you set my heart on fire - bellairestrella / @bellairestrella | G | 1.5k

Hermione Granger had learned that some things in life happened without any warning. Even with careful planning, surprises could still happen. Schedules could change in the blink of an eye, and she had no power over it. She wasn’t one to believe in fate (far from it) but after the past few hours, her opinion had shifted. Or what happens when a girl gets stuck in an elevator, calls emergency services, and a sweet and handsome firefighter helps free her.

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Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

📖 half-a-date - Poljupci / @poljupci | E | 284

Harry has been worried that the three of them starting something like this - romantic, permanent - would end at best in a horribly awkward agreement never to speak of it again, and at worst a horribly antagonistic splitting of ways. He couldn't be more wrong.

📖 SoulMates - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | T | 3k

Ron and Hermione are soulmates - or so everyone thinks. When Harry loses the part of him that is Voldemort, it suddenly all makes sense. They had always done everything together, after all.

📖 undying - Poljupci / @poljupci | G | 2.6k

It's common knowledge that everyone has a soulmark - a simple string of words quoting the last thing your soulmate will say to you before their death. But Harry has never really thought about the marks on his arms. The simple, short "You’ll be okay. I love you." has been easy to overlook, especially since they were so hard to believe at times. Not to mention that the thought of having two soulmates – a feat so rare it’s barely believable any time it happens to anybody – didn’t even cross his mind. He’s never even got the point of it all – if someone spends their entire life with someone without even knowing whether they were ‘destined to be’, why would one moment change their entire relationship posthumously? Except of course when the posthumous status of the relationship isn’t permanent. Except of course, when your soulmate doesn’t really die. It's safe to say that when Ron and Hermione corner him after the Battle of Hogwarts is finished, nothing could have prepared him for the shock of finally having to deal with these circumstances.

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Harry Potter/Katie Bell

📖 A Walk with Destiny - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

The day before Harry's twenty-first birthday, his teammates in the quidditch locker room tease him about not knowing about soulmates and he walks home worried about who his soulmate could be.

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Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy

📖 The Cane - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 431

The snake’s tongue flicked; the cane was cold against his hot skin.

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Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom

📖 Holiday Balls - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | T | 1.4k

Harry's nervous about his first date with Neville at the holiday ball after the war.

📖 Mission Accomplished - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | E | 1.7k

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Harry Potter/Parvati Patil

When Harry has to pretend to be a submissive to Parvati for a deep cover mission, he's surprised when pretending may lead to more...

📖 Finding Pleasure - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 200

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Harry Potter/Percy Weasley

The kiss seared into Percy's soul — all bites and tongues and reverence.

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Harry Potter/Ron Weasley

📖 A Safe Place - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 1.8k

Ron and Harry have to contend with that very common, totally normal issue of discovering that there’s only one bed. While many would just ask for a second bed, Ron and Harry use their shared neuron and decide the only way forwards is to simply share the bed.

📖 That's normal for a friendship, right? - Spelcray / @waterfalls-moon | T | 980

Harry has just discovered something, and that's perfectly normal among the best of best friends, isn't it?

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Harry Potter/Sirius Black

📖 Photographs - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 533

Sirius Black was lanky and thin when Harry saw him again after his Third year. Life on the run did that to you. Peel you of your worth. Dismantle your defences. Mortified a proud man as he went on eating rats and digging through rubbish for food. The constant threats would cut any man down to his core. At least in Azkaban, Sirius knew peace, even if it was false. Harry worried for him.

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Harry Potter/Sirius Black/Severus Snape

📖 Café au lait de Harry - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 5.7k

Two enemies have a talk over coffee about milk and other Harry things.

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Harry Potter/Severus Snape

📖 First Dates - sillybeans | T | 1.7k

“Have I ever told you about my very first date?” he then asked. “No, but you look like you’re about to tell me anyway.”

📖 Pathetic - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 300

It was routine now — their quarrels in class; the sneers and leers directed at each other during meals. Their fumbles and gasps and scratches.

📖 Professional Strippers - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | T | 6k

At Uncle Vernon’s funeral, Aunt Petunia asks Harry for a favour.

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Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

📖 Nothing Compares - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 11.3k

Harry’s trying to move on with his life after finishing things with Tom. Truth be told, he’s not trying very hard.

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Harry Potter/Voldemort

📖 Presentation - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 400

It was infuriating. To be presented as a beta.

📖 the weather's not so bad in here - sillybeans | E | 3.9k

An evil wizard holds his chosen one hostage – trapped inside a tower, like Rapunzel. Except this time, no prince comes to the rescue.

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Crossover

Harry celebrates his birthday with his found family.

Once Upon a Time

📖 Different Magic, Same Found Family - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 948

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Podfic:

🎙️ Because You Called the Wrong Person, But He Was Into It Anyway by gracerene - Cailynwrites | E | 11 minutes

Draco has called the wrong number. Harry doesn't mind one bit.

🎙️ Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance by birdsofshore - Cailynwrites | E | 95 minutes

"Come on, boys," Zabini drawled. "You’re only delaying the inevitable." Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

🎙️ Tournesol by meandminniemcg - Cailynwrites | T | 10 minutes

Harry hates vacations, they give too much chance to think of his losses. But sometimes vacations are a time to be lucky in finding the right coffeeshop...

🎙️ Tuesday Nights by firethesound - Cailynwrites | E | 93 minutes

The absolute last place Harry expected to see Malfoy was in a rundown Muggle cinema on a Tuesday night.

🎙️ Without Pretense by apliddell - Cailynwrites | G | 22 minutes

Through the huge front window of the pub, he could see Potter making for that ridiculous turquoise muggle car he borrowed from Weasley sometimes. That was curious. If he was in such a hurry, he might have just stepped into the alley between the pub and the salon next door and Disapparated. After a moment’s thought, Draco collected his own jacket and slipped out of the pub after Potter.

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Harry Potter/Severus Snape

🎙️ Five Steps to Surviving Cabin Fever by hippocrates460 - Cailynwrites | E | 45 minutes

Harry's worst nightmare comes true, instead of spending his days off lounging around his apartment he's been called in for a case. It all gets worse when the case drags on for longer than expected and Robards decides he'll need help.

🎙️ World Enough, and Time by Likelightinglass - Cailynwrites | T | 40 minutes

Soulmate clocks start ticking when you first lock eyes, and count down until your time with them is over. Harry’s starts ticking on September 1st, 1991. He has only six years, eight months, and one day.

#harry potter #harry james potter #hjpweek2023 #tomarry #drarry #snarry #harmony #hinny #haphne #rarry #golden trio #hjp #harrymort

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annanaoana · 1 month ago

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and that's why I will never love the marauders more than Harry, for me Harry is above everyone, the story is LITERALLY HIS have some respect for my boy

I lied. Put your clothes back on.

We are going to talk about how Harry James Potter is so criminally underrated in his own fandom, how people completely ignore his trauma and his suffering and act like he is a selfish person with anger issues even though he is just a boy who went through too much too young.

We are going to talk about the infamous sentence 'But xy had it so much worse' even though it‘s Harry who we see growing up in a literal cupboard, who got raised up as a pig for slaughter, who always put everyone else above himself, who could have turned out to be the villain but instead he chose love.

#harry has my heart #harry james potter #my best boy hjp #harry potter #protect him at all costs

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papayaculer · 2 years ago

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love letters — hjp

"Darling, I'm writing this to tell you that I love you. You're my first thought in the morning and I hold you in my last breath in the evening. I need you more and more each day, like an addiction of some sort, an addiction to you I guess. You fixed me when I broke and took my pain away. You listened when I sobbed and you watched me when I laughed. But, most importantly, you never let me go - no matter how hard I tried to push you away. And that, is something I'll never forget.

I'm not easy to love. I am stubborn and breakdown constantly about the littlest things. But I promise to love you. I promise to give you all I possibly can give. I promise to hold you and kiss you every chance I get. I promise to show you off to the world, because I will be truly the luckiest boy in the world if I have you by side. I promise to always make sure you are taken care of and I promise to never let you go to bed upset. I promise to give you all my attention, regardless if I'm out with my friends. I will always put you first and I will make sure you're smiling. I promise to give you the world if you promise to stand by my side, no matter how rough things may get. If you love me, I promise to unconditionally love you. always.

I love everything about you. I love your laugh, smile, the way you look at me, your touch, and your perfect personality. I just can't believe that we met and coincidentally and that everything is so perfect. I don't know what the future brings or what life will throw at us, but I know that we will get through it no matter what together. I know what I want and need. And that's you. I know nothing will stop me from loving you no matter what happens. I love you just know that you are the best thing that has happened to me.

your lover,

Harry"

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You received the letter at breakfast, from your owl, Rowan. You knew what the letter contained before opening it, due to the scrawled handwriting, reading, "to y/n"

You ultimately decided to open the letter after you ate breakfast. Harry put his hand on your thigh and a blush rose on you cheeks.

After breakfast, you and Harry headed to your first class. A few hours later, you found yourself with Harry by the lake; his hands raking through your soft hair.

"Did you read my letter?" he asked, taking a second to stop his movements.

"No, I haven't had time." you sighed, looking away from his gaze into the beautiful water.

"Why don't you read it now?" he suggested, you pulled out the letter from the inside pocket of your robes.

You tore open the letter, careful not to rip the envelope. As your eyes scanned the page, you gasped softly, looking at Harry.

"Harry this is lovely," you looked at him with such generosity, a smile etched upon your that he pulled you in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands got tangled in your hair, smelling your strawberry scent.

"We'll be late for class." you breathed, breaking from Harry's now swollen and puffy lips.

"I don't care," he said as he placed his lips back on yours.

#alexis angelsss writes

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ess-presso · 2 years ago

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IM BACK! okay lets see. favourite colour...prob green. maybe blue. sometimes purple. it changes a lot but rn its green lol. and im a scorpio! my bday is on halloween so i like to imagine that if i lived in the marauders era i would share my bday party with sirius🫶 fav marauders era girl.... that is such a tough one. i adore them all so very much, but id have to say either marlene or pandora. fav tv show....hm... i used to be a supernatural fan (derogatory) but the past is (thankfully) behind me. i love arcane & the umbrella academy, and also what we do in the shadows! OH and our flag means death. gay pirates are apparently my kryptonite. and the bowie lyric is "turn and face the strange" from changes! (every time i look at it it makes me think of remus in atyd with the wolves and makes me giggle fr)

and ty again for the fic rec <3 ill give u one in return: of pinstripes and potions by pansysnarkinson (jegulus forced proximity in the hospital wing, but the author is currently writing a rework here which is also very good)

now for old times sake i simply have to give more taylor songs to do: dont blame me, long story short, and so it goes🌟

okay now your turn. whats your zodiac sign? fav colour? fav tv show? fav marauders era girl? fav marauders era ship? (i know i could never pick just one but wolfstar, dorlene, and jegulus have my heart) OH and from that ask game you reblogged the other day! 20, 25, 29!

-bee

bee bee bee hello hello i love u <333

i so feel you on that favourite colour keeps changing thing . because SAME. there are so many good colours how am I to choose ???

and a halloween birthday ??? dude u got born on the day lily & james got done in by voldemort. but that’s such a cool bday honestly.

marlene & pandora is a vv good choice i love both of them with all my heart and soul.

now the tv shows -

i haven’t watched any of the ones you speak of , unfortunately. I consider myself more of a ‘comedy/chill’ girl & stuff like supernatural and umbrella academy looks like it’d stress me out.

HOWEVER . ‘gay pirates’ sounds very interesting , and i’m going to be checking that out for sure.

turn and face the strange ??? on god that’s such a good line , honestly. you’re fucking awesome and AHHHHHH. (in my head remus would love that tattoo)

i wanted a tattoo of something nice. my frontrunner is a lyric from ‘you’re my best friend’ by queen (very nice and niche i love them & this song.. here r the frontrunners for the lyrics -

me - ‘whatever this world can give to me’ // my best friend -‘it’s you , you’re all i see’

me -‘in rain or shine’ // him -‘you stood by me girl’

and one option is from ‘little freak’ by hs - me - ‘little freak’ // him - ‘jezebel.’

(upon writing this it sounds very cringe so i’ll say it would be on our foot or some concealed place. and also that this is a joke. i just want a symbol)

but i cannot convince him to do this. he’s way too fucking scared. I reckon i’ll be able to convince him soon enough , though ( if i promise him mcdonald’s hasbrowns for long enough ) maybe we’ll do our constellations , if he’s too scared of lyrics. or our birth month flowers maybe ?? something , for sure.

vis a vis fic recs - I’VE READ OF PIN STRIPES AND POTIONS. I’ve been there since the author was still on chapter seven , i’m a big fan of their writing . it’s so so so good i loved it literally so so much :))))

NOW FOR OLD TIME’S SAKE -

don’t blame me - JEGULUS - now , i’m veering a little about of canon. for me (in doa especially) either of them would go CRAZY for the other one. like fuckin tip the world apart if anyone ever did something to the other , you feel me ? and and , in doa , i have 3 don’t blame me moments planned (one is jegulus, one is wolfstar , one is rosekiller.) highly likely we’ll get a dorlene one , if i find a place to fit it in.

long story short - JEGULUS & ROSEKILLER - now , in canon , i think the line ‘i tried to pick my battles till the battle picked me’ is very regulus (& my boy hjp , but i digress) like can u imagine reg being like ‘yes james i choose u’ and then his parents imperiusing him until he takes the dark mark ??? my heart broken. ‘you passed right by’ james ignoring him after they broke up. my heart is so sad atm. it’s rosekiller (especially in the context of doa) because of the line ‘long story short it was the wrong guy , now i’m all about you’ , and this is vv much barty to evan . like so so much this line , it’s just HIM.

so it goes - JEGULUS - first of all , this is a criminally underrated song. i love it and no one ever talks about this one. Second , jegulus because ‘gold cage , hostage to my feelings’ - james is the gold cage , regulus not wanting to feel those things for him BUT HE DOES HE DOES. this song is so sexy honestly truly .

fic rec time - ‘don’t blame me, love made me crazy’ by coupe_de_foudre’ - (one shot ft secret dating jegulus , james has a quidditch accident , vv cute oneshot i love it.)

now to answer questions -

zodiac sign - pisces. i notice you’re a scorpio. very sirius and remus of us .

favourite colour - like u , it keeps changing. right now it’s pink , but a while ago it was yellow. but for now , pink. i love this colour so much , very dear to me.

fave tv show - F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Without a doubt, this show is like a cup of hot chocolate for me. always soothes me and makes me laugh. i also love himym (fuck the ending , barney+robin 5ever) & b99 .

fave marauder era girl - lily evans. hands down , no competition. she birthed the wizarding saviour , she schooled severus snape , she is the moment , she is everything. love her.

favourite marauder era ship - i simply cannot choose. i cannot and will not choose. my top four , however are (in no particular order) - wolfstar (the ogs) , jegulus ( best friends brother is the one for me) , dorlene ( enemies to lovers lesbians) , jily (parents) .

ask game -

20. tangled. no doubt. i loved it so much when it came out that i bought the blonde wig and everything. had a doll. BUT. Tiana (the princess and the frog??) is a close second.

25. yes , stellar taste. taylor swift , queen , bowie , hozier & 1D. amazing taste.

29. fusilli. the curly just does something to me .

now now now. for ur next ask i give u more questions to answer -

have u ever seen a moose ? (always wanted to ask a canadian this )

is it like minus a billion degrees all the time up there ??

what’s your favourite fic of all time? like all time. ( or top 5)

favourite golden trio era ship ?

do you write fic ? (if yes , where can i find it pls and thank you)

tea or coffee ?

go to outfit ?

how many piercings ?

& what course do u take / what’s your desired career path / what’s your favourite subject?

and a fun fact about you !

(bee feel free to give me more taylor songs to do. ‘tis our tradition , after all.)

#ess water a plant #bee <33 #ess’s marauders x ts crossover

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Hi! For the fic rec... Numbers 2, 5 and / or 17 please?

Thanks for another fun ask! I’ll do Drarry, Dramione, and rare pair picks again.

2. A fic you've reread several times

5. A fic you'd re-read ten years from now

I’m combining these two because: so much overlap. A lot of the recs on this list belong here too, but a few necessary to repeat because I have read them so many times: Nice Things, Apple Pie and Other Amends, and Love Me in the Dark.

Drarry:

Come As You Are by @peachpety. E, 3.8k. Muggle High School AU featuring Jock!Harry, Draco wearing his letterman jacket, and an unfortunate bathroom wank.

Potter's Got a Tiny Dick (that I can't stop thinking about swallowing whole) by @vukovich. E, 4k. Opens with a list of things Draco can fit in his mouth and things he’d like to. *One of the reasons I’ve read this one multiple times is that I want to maybe live read it on discord, and I need to know if I can get through it with a straight face. Mixed results so far.

Lucid by @dracoladon. E, 4.7k. Harry's not sure what makes him harder; listening to Draco talk about astronomy, or shagging Draco so thoroughly that he can't talk at all. Both, probably.

The Great British Wank-Off by @p1013. E, 6.3k. Opens with a “last man standing” eighth year boys masturbation contest and continues with a private best two out of three rematch.

Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace) by @primavera-cerezos. E, 6.6k. Harry gets an accidental peek. He can’t think of anything else.

Check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks. E, 7.9k. Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Timing is Everything by @fleetofshippyships. M, 12k. Harry soon finds his piercing is good for throwing Malfoy off-balance, and shamelessly uses it at every opportunity to torment him.

GOODNIGHT FROM YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND by GallaPlacidia. NR, 13k. Draco accidentally sends Harry a drunken letter proposing marriage. Harry responds.

Things We Do by @the-sinking-ship. E, 16k. Drinking, dancing, and the sorts of decisions made after one too many shots of vodka. Includes the tag “fuckboy island population: HJP”

Mixed Drinks and Crossed Wires by @korlaena. E, 16k. Draco is a handsy drunk. Harry is okay with it, really. They’re friends, so it doesn’t mean anything.

head over heels by derekmaliknurse. T, 21k. Everyone in Harry’s life thinks he’s engaged to Malfoy. The solution to this is not pretending to date Malfoy, but here he is doing that anyway.

The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1. E, 39k. Eighth year; Ron warns Draco of roommate Harry’s sleepwalking problem. His nighttime activities are still a bit of a shock.

Dramione:

Upper Body Injury by @provocative-envy. T, 1.9k. Muggle AU with Hockey Player Draco, who is both flustering and distracting.

Truths and Tiramisu by @adasttrawrites. E, 5.2k. Draco's a chef, Hermione's a food critic. Neither of them are particularly hungry. At least, not for food.

Oh my God they were roommates by @lovesbitca8. E, 7.5k. Hermione accidentally moves in with Draco, and they’re very creative in attempts to get each other to move out.

Party Lines by @pacific-rimbaud. E, 10.1k. Muggle College AU set during the US 2000 presidential election. Nostalgic and so satisfying.

The Seduction by @senlinyu. E, 11.6k. “I have been trying to seduce you for over two years; ever since I first brought up the idea of our having a book club together.”

Right Way Down by uselessenglishmajor. E, 16.6k. Draco has a plan. Hermione has a problem. Hogwarts’ first post-war Head Boy and Head Girl are going to have to work all their issues out.

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard, Part Humans by @mightbewriting. E, 25k. Hermione is Draco’s ministry-appointed liaison for his transition as a vampire. He is less than cooperative.

Life After Grief by @misdemeanor1331. M, 25k. Junior Healers Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are called in to help find a cure before Collier’s virus claims another life.

Troublesome Thing About Time by @ladykenz347. M, 38k. Draco Malfoy has just arrived from twenty years in the future and insists on speaking to his wife, Hermione Granger.

Kiss, With Tongue by @sportivetricks. E, 59k. Frustrated with the male propensity to 'shag and run,' the girls engage in a contest to see who can go the farthest by Valentine's Day without going all the way.

Rare Pairs/Triads:

Seventeen by @gracerene. E, 2.7k. (Scorpius/Albus, Draco/Harry). "Shh," Scorpius whispered. "They'll hear us."

Tommy Played Guitar by PacificRimbaud. E, 3.5k. (Tomione). Tom Riddle takes his coffee black and plays in a rock and roll band.

Sardines by @shiftylinguini. E, 4k. (Scorpius/Albus, Teddy/James). Albus and Scorpius are stuck in the same room, in a bed not more than a metre away from his brother and his godbrother. His brother and godbrother who are currently shagging.

Game, Set, Match by @writcraft. E, 13k. (Harry/Teddy). Teddy is smitten, Harry is lonely and tennis seems like a great way to avoid dealing with this thing between them.

17. A fic you wish you could read again for the first time.

Some of these are heavy on the angst. Statistically more MCD than I usually read. My masochistic side must wish for a second go at that first-time pain! Stop All the Clocks would belong on here for sure, although I've read it many times and it always hurts. Mind the tags, as always.

Drarry:

Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash. T, 3.5k. MCD All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone, too.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore. E, 5.1k. It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Nobody's Ever Died of a Broken Heart by Frayach. E, 10k. MCD Harry staggers under a burden of grief, trying both to remember and to forget

The One You Feed by @sweet-s0rr0w. T, 10k. Draco's been a werewolf for almost twenty years now, and he's an expert in helping new werewolves adapt to the change.

World's Edge by RurouniHime. E, 14k. In the harshest environment on earth, Harry finds that escaping is harder than simply running.

You've got the antidote for me by kandakicksass. M, 20k. When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death.

together we wait for silence by @ashes-and-ashes. T, 23k. Muggle High School AU; swim team best friends. Mutual pining goes on a road trip.

Come For Me by Frayach. E, 24k. After Draco is paralyzed in an accident, he and Harry discover a new way to make love. The fic that cured me of saying “I’ll read any kink except…”

Grounds for Divorce by @tepre. E, 122k. Accidental bonding, mutual pining, angst. Pain. But worth it.

Dramione:

On the Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning by PacificRimbaud. T, 5k. In which Draco Malfoy wrestles geology and Hermione receives several gifts.

In Each of Us by spamwise_gamgee. T, 5.6k. MCD. She bleeds through every facet of his life, colors every moment, invades every sense. Even when she’s gone. Every year after Hermione's death Draco mourns a little differently.

May All Your Christmases Be White by @caitlincheri28. M, 5.8k. MCD Draco is lost in grief over the death of his mother.

Self-Pity Dealer by @forgotten-traveler. M, 6.2k. One day, I get a letter. It’s from Granger, and the words splinter my regimen of loneliness.

Draco Malfoy Runs a Marathon by @purplesugarquills. T, 8k. After the war and Azkaban, Draco Malfoy finds himself bored, unemployable, filthy rich, and restless. Sometimes he drinks. Often, he feels sorry for himself. And then, one day, he decides to go for a run.

Draco Malfoy’s Halfway House for Wayward Hens by @chaoticcrumpets. T, 9.9k. A story about Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and 562 ex-battery hens.

The Cerulean Room by @somandalicious. E, 21k. There is a big, beautiful world beyond the Cerulean Room, if only Draco Malfoy could find the courage to leave.

Five Days by RavieSnake. M, 30k. No one knows that they are missing. No one knows where they are. No one knows that they are trapped. No one knows that they are dying.

What You Think is Right by @icepower55. M, 59k. Six years after the war, Hermione’s parents are dying and her marriage to Draco is crumbling.

Rare Pairs/Triads:

Nightlight by PacificRimbaud. T, 1k. (NottPott). MCD. It hurts and then it hurts some more, but it’s also stunning.

Wildest Dreams by @leilahmoon. E, 1.9k. (Hermione/Draco/Ron) Hermione and Draco are joined by a third partner for the evening.

Count of Three by DrunkenWinky. M, 2k. (Harry/Pansy) “Where in the blithering fuck did you get a bolo tie?”

You’ve Got the Right Stuff, Baby by sportivetricks. E, 4.4k. (Hermione/Ron). Ron thinks Rose's birthday present would look great on Hermione.

Heat Waves by PurpleSugarQuills. E, 6.9k. (Oliver/Daphne). Daphne just wants to get over someone else, but Oliver’s a little too perfect to stay a rebound.

Cycles of Revision by icepower55. NR (character death), 7k. (Scorpius/Rose, Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny). His parents' knees are parallel, and still. Very still. The air crackles with something . He can’t ever find the name for it, but it’s like how animals can sense an incoming flood. That’s how he feels about his parent’s fights. Intuitive. Primal. A sixth sense.

Watching You Get Turned On (I'm Yours) by @frumpologist. E, 8.1k. (Draco/Hermione/Harry). Harry has enjoyed both Hermione and Draco separately, but after one night at the Ministry’s Yule ball, he selflessly helps Hermione achieve two of her greatest fantasies.

Brick by @olivieblake. M, 11.5k. (Harry/Theo). Everyone has a hobby. Theirs is… uniquely theirs. Lego building competition!

Those Who Can, Teach by @inlovewithforever. E, 12k. Remus/Hermione. “You’re not my professor. Not anymore.” Featuring gratuitous use of erotic poetry as foreplay.

You can pick another number off the list if you’d like me to answer! 8, 12, and 15 are here.

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humandisorderincarnatedean · 8 months ago

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I am exactly where you're at with tending to prefer upstanding kind 'good' characters, particularly over popular 'darker' characters. I like characters who want to and try to do the right thing! that's why even though I've never seen a marvel movie or read a single comic, I have spent some time in love with steve rogers just because of what fandom stuff I knew about him. while I haven't seen almost all of the shows you list characters of, I recognise a good few of them by reputation as well, and chidi anagonye was my favourite tgp character as well!! king of the dorky goody-two-shoes nerds! (and percy is, after ron and ginny of course, my favourite weasley family member)

I think characters who are good people tend to be underrated. maybe it's because people underestimate how hard it is and how much effort can go into it. I love characters who put in that effort, I love kindness and a strong sense of morality as character traits, just people who do their best and want to do what is right. I've always found it very admirable and likable. good doesn't mean boring and never has

and I also tend to choose the main character as my favourite! I find they're often overlooked by fans for interesting side characters, which is fair but I love how well you usually get to know a main character. really get into their heads, when reading a book the main character usually becomes my favourite too. it's why harry james potter is still one of the loml, and the doctor is the best character in doctor who (obviously) (maybe it's also a little bit of a pattern of me thinking a character should get more love/doesn't deserve the disdain)

& you know you're right and it has been said before but it bears repeating. because it is remarkable that dean and sam seem to embody so perfectly those 'character types' you lay out; respectively, the prankster/bad boy/comedic relief/lothario type, and the kind/moral/nerdy/sweet/shy/dorky/earnest type. but of course those labels do not even come close to encapsulating them. sam isn't a moral centre, he's not shy and he has a temper and he's horny but repressed about it and of course, dean himself often displays many of the traits of the second type; he’s dorky, he’s kind, and of course he always tries to do what’s right. it's one of the reasons I adore him SO much <3

as for me knowing dean would be my favourite character going into the show, well I'd been scrolling through supernatural blogs for months just to follow the drama and get the content and through that I'd received the gist of dean's character. I knew 1. he was an oldest sibling, who was very protective of his younger sibling (I love sibling relationship stories and I am myself an oldest sister, so I was bound to imprint) 2. he's bisexual (all the best characters are) even if they never have him say it 3. that he was a big tough badass who was constantly put into situations that made him confront his vulnerability (I love characters being put into situations which make them vulnerable, it’s a good story mechanic) 4. that he hates himself but is loved immensely by everyone around him (it's called staying humble) 5. that he was a tall gorgeous man (hubba hubba) 6. that there was a quote about him going around saying how he was the most caring and loving human being and he did everything he did the good and bad for love. now you try not falling for that before you've even seen the pilot episode!

other characters that I love more than any other I've already mentioned, hjp and the doctor together with dean fill out the top of the podium. other faves are hermione granger, the baudelaire children from asoue, the pines twins from gravity falls, most of these are childhood faves but recently I'm also falling all over again for shawn spencer from psych (who at first seems like the most pure embodiment of that prankster/lothario archetype but he too has more going on than that)

a lot of my favourites tend to be deancoded, at least to me. and then I get to make comparisons and parallels <3 which is fun!

So I went through the last page of your blog and am now making it my own little personal dash by going through it all because I really like your spn opinions and Dean-loving and it’s really funny bc it seems a couple years ago you were like “Awww look at those two they are my babies love The Brothers™️ show” and mow it’s evolved into “if anyone looks at dean wrong I’ll claw their eyes out - Idk abt Tall One™️ ” (very very valid of you)

(I’m kidding ok but also those are very much the moods I swing between when watching this terrible, incredible show so I wanted to bring it up lol)

aw 🥹 I'm flattered love that you like my posting so much <3 I try my best you know!

and lol whenever I look back on my older posts that's the exact same impression I get 😆 I used to be a little more of a bibro before I grew into my bitter deangirliness. even though honestly I still love sam a lot!!! yeah, he used to be my second favourite character, and he's not really anymore, but he's still definitely top 10!!! I loved posting about sam and dean being brothers tm so much, I still really love their relationship- but over the years the need has arisen for me to defend my best boy from all of the terrible opinions, and that's taken priority for a long time, you get it, you know how it is. they ARE indeed our babies, you are exactly right about that- but also: protecting dean takes precedence.

thank you for the message, love <3

#(again sorry for the late response I was busy with school and felt weirdly guilty whenever I spent too long on tumblr related stuff)#(you know how it is.)#bi-lullaby

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months ago

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harry was done with everyone's shit in ootp and I loved him for it.

especially with draco 😂

OotP is my second favorite HP book (no one could pry GoF from the top spot).

Like, a lot of fans are annoyed at Harry's angst for some reason I don't get, I adore his angst. I love him in OotP and he deserves to be angsty. He is suffering from PTSD and has no idea what to do with it and he has every reason to be emotional.

My boy was going through it and I love him.

And honestly, yeah, the scene with him punching Draco with George was delightful. I don't even hate Draco or anything, he was being obnoxious as usual, he just really underestimated how angry Harry was. And I just love seeing Harry angry, it's like, my jam, I love it.

I loved that he was actually angry with Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore in that book because they all deserved it after leaving him alone at the Dursleys after the most traumatic event of his life (so far). And at the end of the book, after Sirius dies, oomph, that scene where he shouts at Dumbledore hurts every time. I just sit there mentally screaming at Dumbledore: "Shut up! You ain't helping!" because Dumbledore is not connecting to Harry the way Harry needs at that moment. And he needs someone with how he literally speaks about not wanting to be alive anymore. (I really like that it's Luna who actually talks to him and is the first to actually succeed in connecting to his grief and comforting him).

I love Harry's whole approach to Umbridge and the ministry and his sass levels are amazing (towards everyone, it's a delight). Like, Harry is having a shit time, and I love how he reacts to it in this book.

There are a lot of other things I like about OotP (DA, Sirius, the Order, the DOM, the ministry's corruption in general), but Harry's trauma and anger in this book are just amazing and I love him. Like, I'm here for HJP angst.

#harry potter #hp #hollowedrambling #asks #anonymous #harry james potter #my best boy hjp

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acciopietro · 4 years ago

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hjp recs

basically all of my favorite harry ff’s that i’ve found in my very short period of time on tumblr <3

* for smut ; ✧ for fluff ; ❁ for angst

- *✧ friday afternoons, first times, and “i love you”s by @rowema-ravenclaw (the amount of times that i re-read this fic...)

- *✧❁ everything i’m supposed to hate by @rowema-ravenclaw (i re-read this one too sdkcnfhbhj)

-✧ keep your eyes on the prize @rowema-ravenclaw

- * pretty boy by @eideticprongs

- ✧ crush by @wondernimbus

- ✧ crash landing by @wondernimbus

- ✧ shades of pink by @iliveiloveiwrite

- ✧ the best potioneer by @mentally-in-northern-italy

- * don’t get caught by @esellawood-weasley

- * half-blood prince be gone (nobody likes you anyway) by @rowema-ravenclaw

i’ll probably update this as time goes on and i find more!!!

#harry james potter #harry james potter smut #smut #harry please give me a chance i promise #xreader #oneshots #harry potter #harry potter x reader

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starkidpotty · 4 years ago

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Sleep on the Floor [HJP]

Unbeknownst to Harry, the aftermath of the battle and its losses is just as cruel and grueling as the battle itself. With no one to turn to, you offer peace in ways he didn’t know he needed.

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Warnings: loss, mourning, mentions of death

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: hi this is my first ever fic haha be nice to me <3 pls

The moonlight painted the living room a gracious dark blue color speckled with yellow light from the adjacent stars. The room was quiet, save for the large grandfather clock across the couch that was ticking away each hour of the night. It was a sleepless night for you in the flat, with Harry taking the bedroom (which you aggressively declined for the seventh time, and he begrudgingly took for the seventh time) and you on a roll-out much larger than the couch on the living room floor. It didn’t help that it was the summer as sweat was making your t-shirt stick to your skin, which made it impossible to find a position that could finally push you into a sweet sleep. Although inconvenient, the heat was a reminder of the two months that have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and Lord Voldemort had finally ceased to exist. However, it would take months–maybe even years–before the effects of the war and the events leading up to it would wash away completely, if it ever did dissipate completely.

Harry, being the chosen one, the boy who lived, had taken the brunt of it all. It started with the night terrors. Harry would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, shooting up from lying to sitting with a layer of sweat sticking his stray hairs to his forehead and his chest violently puffing up and down. He had done it alone the first few weeks, until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He decided against sending an owl to Ron, as he was still grieving Fred’s death and rekindling his relationship with Percy. He had decided against sending an owl to Hermione, as she had just reversed the memory charm she had set on her parents and was making up for lost time. So, he sent an owl to you.

You and Harry met at one of Slughorn’s infamous dinner parties in your 6th year. Your very first conversation was about this odd dream you had that he was in. In it, he had cast a spell that set hundreds upon hundreds of spiders on you. Dream-you screamed a blood-curdling scream that made all the spiders disappear, leaving dream-you and dream-Harry in unstoppable, uncontrollable laughter. Looking back, you didn’t think it was very funny, but it became one of the things that you and Harry built your friendship over. You and he would talk about dreams a lot–recurring themes, plots, what parts you wish weren’t just dreams and what parts you never wanted to imagine ever again. It made perfect sense to him to send an owl to you when the night terrors started.

So here you are in Harry Potter’s living room, two weeks since that owl busted its head on your bedroom window with the letter he had written, detailing his latest nightmare. This was the 7th night you had spent at his place. It was your idea to sleep over, something he–although he would never admit it–was embarrassed of. Harry felt this was burdensome to you, that you responding to his letters was enough. You happily obliged and assured him that it was not, knowing that letters weren’t enough to get Harry through what would be some of the most emotionally draining months of his life. The battle and the events leading up to it in itself were already an immense ordeal, that Harry knew. But the months succeeding it, the getting over it, the making peace with it, unbeknownst to Harry, was just as bloody, just as cruel.

Tonight, however, was the longest Harry had gone without screaming. He would usually go to bed relatively early, leaving you to finish work for your newly-acquired job at Ministry, which you’d use as a buffer before you’d hear him scream into the night. You’d usually have to lull him out of his night terrors as early as an hour after he’d lay to rest, but tonight decided to allow you and him reprieve. Deciding to quit Ministry paperwork prematurely, there you were splayed on the roll-out unable to catch a wink. The heat was getting to you and you were getting restless.

“[Y/N],” said Harry in a voice so low had he said it a second later it would go unheard as the grandfather clock’s chimes would have overpowered it. You hoist yourself up, seeing Harry peering from the hallway opening.

“Harry, you’re awake. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard anything yet.” You say with a soft half-smile. He lets out a small chuckle, walking over to the sofa.

Looking at you, he responds, “Well, I wasn’t exactly sleeping.” Your mouth forms an O-shape with the sound following suit. He makes way to the roll-out on the floor, bending down to sit next to you. You adjust accordingly, hugging your knees which effectively gives him enough space to sit comfortably.

“To think I thought tonight would finally give you a break. Merlin knows how much you need it.” You say.

“I guess Merlin doesn’t know well enough.” Harry laughs as he looks down at his lap. The air stood still for a bit, with both of you sitting in silence as it was now one o’clock in the morning. Neither of you spoke, choosing to relish in the comfortable silence until Harry decides to break it again, “It’s hard. I didn’t think it would be,”

“What?”

“The past 17 years of my life, I had this huge weight on my shoulders, y’know. Voldemort. He’s gone, and I just thought now that he is gone, truly and finitely gone, that weight would leave and I could just live out my life. Nothing hanging over my head.”

“But?”

“If anything the weight’s even heavier. I feel like every time I close my eyes, he’ll find a way back. Some nights, it’s his face I see before he killed me in the forest. Some nights it’s the fifty–Remus, Fred, Tonks, Colin, Lavender–all of them.”

You’ve no words to say that you feel could completely absolve Harry of his woes, so you do the next best thing and take his hand in yours, sweat and all. He looks at you, then down at your intertwined hands. He plasters half a smile, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his free hand. Both of you sit a minute more in comfortable silence. He doesn’t look at you, but rather takes interest in everything else but you, stealing glances at the window, the grandfather clock, the coffee table. You scoot closer to Harry, letting go of his hand and instead place both your hands on his face, making him face you. You’re both incredibly close, so close that you can see the little specks of brown Harry had in his eyes among the sea of green. Like instinct, he pulls you a little closer by the waist. You rest your forehead against his, while your thumb creates small circles on his cheekbones.

Your words finally find footing and walk out your mouth in tiny little steps, coming to a whisper, “Harry, Voldemort is gone and dead, he’ll never find a way back. And, the fifty. They’re not gone because of you. There’s no need at all to carry that weight all by yourself. We’ll get through it together.”

You release his face from your hands and pull him into a hug. He hugs back even tighter, like you were the only thing keeping him from floating upwards. His breaths grew heavy and tiny little sobs had erupted from him. His tears slid down your shoulders and back, but you didn’t mind nor care. Your right hand runs through his hair, while the other traces shapes on his back.

He cries hard, as though he is finally letting out the last 17 years–all the hurt, all the pain, everything he had to push deep inside him for the common good of the wizarding world finally cascading in hot tears down his face then onto you. You let him. A good few minutes pass and the sobs dwindle, until Harry pulls away, wiping his face with his forearms.

He mutters an apology that you vehemently decline, “Don’t apologize, Harry. I told you, we’ll get through it together. It’s my weight to carry as much as it is yours.”

Harry doesn’t reply, instead he takes his wet glasses off, wiping them down with his shirt and placing them on the adjacent coffee table. You didn’t mean to, but you stare at him as he does so. He meets your eyes and still doesn’t say anything. He lies down on the roll-out and pulls you by your left arm along with him. So, here you were lying on your side facing Harry, who you knew for a fact that without his glasses only saw a blurry outline of your face. His arm was wrapped around your waist and his legs all tangled in yours. The summer heat doesn’t hit as hard as it did minutes before. His face was now buried in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder and you could feel soft breaths coming from him, you assume he is finally asleep.

None of your thoughts at this point in the night were very coherent nor making any sense–if anything they were being quite intrusive. Your mind was jumping from point to point. This was the closest you and Harry have ever been and for some reason, you were nervous. Try as you might, the thoughts still make waves in your head, but for Harry’s sake, you attempt to block them out. Harry was just as nervous and he too could not find a reason why.

Turns out, Harry wasn’t asleep. He started to stir and pulls his face away from where it was perched. He’s now extremely close to your face but squinting to see you clearly.

“Thank you, by the way. You’re brilliant.” He croaked and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“I think that’s you, Harry. You’re brilliant, absolutely.” You reply beaming, even at this hour in the night.

Time freezes over for the next few seconds as Harry’s lips find the edges of your mouth. He moves away from your face sheepishly, but he kisses you again, this time fitting his lips over yours. The kiss wasn’t desperate nor hungry; it was gentle and delicate, using the perfect amount of speed and force. Harry is feeling an eclectic mix of emotions in those few seconds he spends on you, nervous to tense to idiotic to comfortable to sensational. It’s as though this is where he is ought to be, and it’s not just the familiarity that offers him this assurance, but just the sheer fact that it’s you. You, on the other hand, feel a release of pent-up emotion that you didn’t know you had. There is only relief and a calmness that you were sure you had never experienced before this moment.

You both pull away and you hush Harry as you feel him already starting with an apology. You lightly shake your head, hoping that your blurry outline sends the message clear enough. It does and he stays quiet. You bring your hand to his face, tracing the outline of his jaw and cheeks repeatedly. You brush your thumb over his lips. He understood, and so did you. So you both rest well into the night, making this the first night Harry makes it through unscathed and in one piece.

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#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter imagines #dating harry potter #reader insert #hp x reader #harry potter angst

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academicdisasterfic · 2 years ago

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ALSO

Regularly went to the owlery just so he could hang out with his owl and escape humans honestly he’s the sweetest thing

happy birthday to harry james potter here’s some reasons why he always has been and always will be one of my favorite characters in all of fiction:

was treated like garbage his entire childhood and still has an inexhaustible capacity for love and forgiveness

u can talk shit abt him but if u talk shit abt his friends he’ll launch a brutal verbal tirade against u

god tier sense of humor. sarcasm level 100 never misses

bravest boy on earth??? this kid found out he had to DIE to get rid of some crazy ass evil dictator and literally walked stone cold to his own death to save everyone else??

let’s not forget he liked his lightning scar at first before he found out what it rly was :( he thought it was cool :(

unheard of emotional maturity for a teenager. instantly understood that ron was insecure abt being the youngest boy in his family and not having a lot of money and always tried to find ways to make him feel better abt it

had cute lil daydreams abt being the triwizard champion before he got forced into it for real

UNmatched bisexual energy, literally always sizing everyone up and declaring them attractive or monstrous, no in between

so so humble abt his talents and abilities yes but also SO arrogant abt his moral code. he said my moral compass is the correct one and i will follow that and ur rules and laws can truly eat my ass and honestly that’s so sexy of him

animals always like him 😔

literally BORN to wield power and not abuse it. boy destroyed the elder wand bc he liked his old one better

drinks his respect women juice every morning and every night before bed rmr when he got so righteously offended that hermione suggested he thought the prince couldn’t be a woman bc he didn’t think a woman could be that smart

also rmr when he choked out mundungus for stealing shit from grimmauld djebfjnwbfne

literally so stubborn that the imperius curse barely works on him lmaoooo

successfully used crucio to defend mcgonagall’s honor like?? ok king go off!!

just the best boy in the whole world. that’s all

#THE BEST BOY #hjp #happy birthday to u my angel

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seriouslysam8 · 3 years ago

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This is ask is strictly made for laughing purposes. Anybody taking this serious is not accepted. Imagine me reading this in a sarcastically serious way, with a terrible british accent. Thank you and you’re welcome.

Alright Sam, I should be a detective. I’ve solved the mystery of why people get pissed off for no reason.

I solved the mystery. The verdict: Everyone here is obsessed with Hinny. (Including me.) That’s it. That’s all you need to know. They want Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Potter to be the main and best character. Think about it. Everyone here (besides you LMFAO) headcanons Harry having a massive you know what. Using my detective skills and searing for clues, I have come to the conclusion that he must be 7.5 inches or above, and the common demand seems to be 8 inches. Every single damn person here wants their favorite green eye’d dorky auror to have a massive accessory between his legs. It’s what the people want. Why? I couldn’t tell you. For for some odd reason I agree. Couldn’t tell you why. So where did it all go wrong, you ask? I’ll tell you. In your very hilarious story titled “Veracity” which I have no idea what the fuck that means but I like saying it, you had Ronald Billius Weasley state that Harry was only slightly bigger than average. And what happened? The people got mad. Some didn’t voice it, but many people hinted that they wanted him bigger. Even the nice people want him bigger. I guarantee using my detective skills that even if you said Albus was a bit bigger, they would get mad. Not all would voice it, but it seems your readers all agree on one thing, and Harry having a giant you know what is just that. I think it may be the only headcanon every single one of them have. They want Harry James Potter to be the King. Not the duke, not the prince, but the King. In addition, later on in time, you answered a question by an anonymous user that was stated as such: “who’s better in bed?” You’re answer: Ron Weasley. What happened? People got mad. Why? Because this is a community of Harry fans, not Ron fans. (Although it seems everyone has come to an agreement that it depends on the circumstance.) I don’t remember all the specifics, but you said something about Ginny once that went against what most people thought. What happened? They got mad. So I have come to the deduction that you simply have extremely passionate Hinny fans on your page and they want what they want. My advice. Do whatever the hell you want. Say whatever the hell you want. You are the author and the creator and do this for free to please your readers and yourself. However, if every single one of your readers has a certain headcanon (like harry having a massive penis, not slightly over average, but truly massive penis) and you go against that, I predict, with my incredibly accurate detective skills, that the Hinny fans will rebel. My deduction applies to other aspects, but that seemed to be the hot topic. Someone give me a detective name. Sherlock? Nancy Drew? I know what you’re all thinking, I’m much better than them. I’m very talented. I solved this case free of charge. Someone give me a name. 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

LMFAO.

You can be Fox Mulder. You solved the ultimate fucking mystery!

I like HJP. He’s the man. He’s my boy. He’s a cute little cabbage. I just don’t want to give him EVERYTHING and make him a Gary Sue. Like he can’t have it all! So I go against the grain sometimes.

I will keep my lips sealed in the future when it comes to hot button asks!

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thebyunhip · 4 years ago

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Start Up | episodes 1 ~ 12

I feel like right now is a good moment to talk about the show, with the time jump and stuff. I’ll talk about the characters and then the plot, as I usually do. This is going to be a very long post, I never had so much to say about a drama before, so I’ll add a cut and it’s entirely up to you if you want to read my rant.

Han Ji Pyeong: look, he is not my favorite guy but I also don’t hate him and here’s why: 1) I don’t care how good he is at his job, I don’t care how rich he is, I don’t care how rough he had it in life, nothing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING gives him the right to be a dick to others. I understand that he is scared, had no one care for him and had no one to care for but he is still a human who lives in society. Being polite (and that’s really the only thing I’m discussing here), is not the same being someone that lets people step on him. And we’re all vert aware of the fact that he can tel people the truth, as harsh as it may be, without bein a complete fucking bastard 2) I fucking hate the tropes “he got there first” and “here’s a troubled man, fix him girl”. Like, just no. Teenager me would love that shit and eat it up like a fucking starved bitch, but not right now. I also think he is incredibly selfish and self-absorbed however both of these I can overlook, this is the kind of thing that be blamed on his upbringing (or lack of it).

Seo Dal Mi: the writers really said “let’s take this girl’s sister and mom away, make her sister say very stupid and hurtful things to her, now kill off her dad, she’ll get into a good college but will drop out because she has bills to pay”. I like that she is, after all that shit, bright and is willing to fight for things, not let her dad’s memory die. The world is telling her “bitch stay down” and she is legit yelling back “no motherfucker, I will not” and that’s great. The one thing I don’t like about her is that she is way too forgiving, I mean she found out that she was lied to by grandma, her mentor and her boyfriend of sorts and she just tossed that aside like it was nothing. Some of it I can understand, they work together so she would have to, you know, keep somethings inside. It all went away too fast, she forgave all three of them very quickly.

Nam Do San: at this point, if you’ve seen any of my previous posts, you’ll know that that he is my favorite and I’ll use this bit here to tell you why. I’ll put aside the cuteness, okay? Out of all the characters in this drama Do San was the one with the most personal growth. In the beginning you had a guy who couldn’t speak properly to strangers, let alone look at people eyes, when people put him down (yes, I’m fucking looking at Ji Pyeong and his dad) he kept his head down. And slowly, throughout these 12 episodes we see him mature (because yes, he was very immature), he can now answer, he can look at people in the eyes, hell he even can start fights. Like dude, he stood up to his father twice. He is not perfect and I’m no trying to paint him as if he were. He still has problem to deal with but he is open to do improve. This was not said anywhere in the show and it’s only a personal thought of mine, Do San suffers of the imposter syndrome and Asperger Syndrome, and that would explain some of his behaviors.

Won In Jae: now let’s talk about an underused character. She is here simply to be a shitty sister and drag Dal Mi down so we all can watch our beautiful protagonist rise again from the ashes. When you look at her, she just has that resting bitch face so she makes it easy to dislike her (but please can we please stop type casting Han Na as a bitch or someone can please tell me a show/movie she did where she is not one?).

Grandma: finally the real “villain” of the whole story. I get what she was trying to do, okay? Dal Mi’s life was spiraling out of control, shit hit the sky and she need some comfort and surely the letters were the best way to do that and it’s fine. But you all are willing to tell me that in those 15 years she didn’t have a single chance to say “hey kid, listen, there was never a Do San. I asked some boy to write you letters but he is gone now and so are the letters” or idk “The boy who wrote you letters was Ji Pyeong, a kid I used to help, he didn’t want to use his own name so we chose one from the news”. I’ve changed my mind, this not HJP fault. Its grandma’s.

Now, let’s talk about this drama’s biggest and most unforgiving mistake: the first episode. They spent way too much time on the letters and Ji Pyeong, making a lot of built up and then they didn’t showed the main guy at all. We got to see Do San in the last what, 5 seconds of the episode? I can get the confusion people are having as to who is the main and second lead here, for a second even I was confused. I only knew teenager Ji Pyeong wasn’t the main guy because before watching the show I read that Joo Hyuk’s character name was Do San. The first episode was a bad call. I mean it has 1 hour and 24 of running time and they could only spare 5 SECONDS TO THE MAIN GUY? No wonder there is a shit show towards Do San.

The entire revenge plot was poorly used but I’ll admit that I like the whole “my biggest revenge is to prove HJP wrong”. We’ve seen the destroy company, kill a guy ploy way too many times.But the entire thing was just tossed in there, there was maybe one clue but it lead to believe that Yeong San would steal the code, not seek revenge.

I know that some people were bummed out that there the show doesn’t focus a lot on how to build a startup but this is mostly a romance drama, so they wouldn’t include a lot of how to here.

Also, I know that people don’t think Do San has real problems because you know he has both parents and Ji Pyeong is an orphan, but like please… just listen. Being someone that has to live up to parent’s approval and expectations, especially to academic and business success, is not a problem that we westerns face so constantly in our lives. I know it happens, I’m not living under a rock, but we can’t even begin to compare to how it is for them and us. Suicide rates are high in Asian countries amongst younger people who fail to reach standards set by their parents and the society. Both Do San and Ji Pyeon have problem, of course, but they are very different and incomparable.

As for the next four episodes… I think we will see a very changed Do San, more serious, a lit bit more calloused from the three years in the US (the black gave it out). I feel like Dal Mi might have changed a bit but I can’t point how. Ji Pyeong had on line in the preview and it was enough to not give me any hopes about him.

I’ll just say this here because I feel like I have to: Han Ji Pyeong is not such a great a second lead, full of layers, that could actually make people question why he isn’t the main guy. The only character ever that has that right is Baek In Ho, and would you look at that he is also a character that went through shit but is not an asshole just because he can.

#startup #start up #start-up #nam joo hyuk #bae suzy #kim seon ho #tvn start up

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