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Drarry Compilations
I'm planning to draw several of non-magical au!drarry based on some popular trope :)) For day one Draco worked as a Traveling Photographer and His forever amused Assistant/Husband. The Shenanigans they got into while trying to get that one perfect picture tm is legendary.
For Day two the famous CEO businessman Draco spending time with his Farmer Husband Harry. Just imagine Draco got lost in some countryside, his car broke down, no phone signal at all and suddenly there's a very handsome farmer helping him... maybe the country life isn't so bad anymore in Draco's eyes.
And have an extra comic where the Heir to the honored house of Malfoy tried to buy a movie ticket. Anyway what do you think?? Do you have any favorite non magical au Drarry since i want to draw more of those :)
#drarry#draco x harry#harry potter#draco malfoy#artists on tumblr#digital art#illustration#non magical au#domestic fluff
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My birthday, so I'm write some Draco Drabbles... IDK just something in my head
Draco didn't like you, or so he said. He hated the attention you got along with your idiot brother. So what if your parents died? Who cares... Though, no matter how many times he denied his feelings towards you, they always had a way of coming out.
You always saw Draco as a loser bully who had to much money. You couldn't stand him, since he was a jerk to all of your friends and you. He always seemed to have it out for you and your brother and you were never sure why. A part of you thought maybe he liked you, but you quickly dismissed the idea. That was until you had undeniable proof
If Draco could get rid of one thing, just one, it'd be you. Nothing else. Just you. He hated these complex feelings you made him feel and he felt like you were purposefully messing with him. How dare you make THE Draco Lucius Malfoy feel things?!
But, he knows if could grant such a desire, he'd never act on it. Because as much as he hates it, he also can't help the beating of his chest when you're near. Or the way his heart desires to hold you close. It's a feeling he's never experience and it's euphoric... He just wishes you were anyone else.
You see the way Draco looks at you, but your mind tells you it's not real. Your eyes are playing tricks on you. So, what if he's being a little nicer? It's just a trick. The little gifts signed D.M don't mean anything either and you won't fall for such a trap. No, no you won't...
#reader is a potter#harry potter#yandere harry potter#draco malfoy#draco malfoy x reader#draco x reader#yandere draco#yandere draco x reader#draco lucius malfoy#drabbles#non magical au#high school/college au
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wolfstar micro fic January 05 & 06 - queen & bond
Oh, Remus is so fucked. So, so fucked.
What was he thinking, inviting Sirius to a Queen concert? That it’d be a great opportunity to bond? I mean– sure, but not when Sirius shows up with a crop top, eyeliner and starry eyes.
He hasn’t been able to focus on the concert at all. Just Sirius. On how excited he is, his radiant smile, the way he sings every song at the top of his lungs, the way he dances, grabbing Remus hands and making him dance with him and laughing, loud and jovious, the way the heat has made him put his long hair in a bun, how the sweat has made little hairs stick to his forehead, everything, everything Sirius.
This might be the one and only time Remus watches Queen live, and he can only stare at this lovely boy he invited with him to this concert. Who would’ve thought, that someone he met randomly one day at a coffee shop, would invoke such intense feelings on him, so suddenly?
He’s doomed but he does not care, not when ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy’ starts playing, and Sirius gasps and sings looking at him, eyes bright and locked on him.
He definitely does not care when he pulls Sirius by his wrists and cups his face with both of his hands, thumb stroking red-tinted, warm, soft, cute cheeks. He feels Sirius breath hitch, but their eyes never leave each other. It’s a silent question, and even with the loud music blasting through the arena and the loud screams of the crowd ringing in their ears, nothing else matters but this moment.
A silent question that Sirius answers by tilting his head just slightly up, nudging his nose with Remus’ and closing his eyes delicately. A small, hot, breathy “yes” is whispered against his lips and Remus does not care, and so he closes the gap between them.
It’s a sweet kiss. Short, slow, sweaty, innocent. It’s lovely. It’s probably the one and only time Remus will be at a Queen concert, and he does not care that he hasn't paid any mind to it.
All there is, is Sirius.
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@wolfstarmicrofic
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yesterday i didn't have time to write, so i merged the prompt from yesterday with the one for today to make up for it :)
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You Know How Scared I Am Of Elevators
James and Regulus get stuck in an elevator, chaos ensues.
“Do you live in the building?” “Uhm,” James turned to Regulus. “I do.” Regulus answered, “He’s a visitor.” “Who are you visiting?” They asked like they were filling a form. Were those questions really necessary? “Me.” Regulus answered when James had taken a little too long. “He’s visiting my apartment.” “Oh!” James could sense them turning suddenly sheepish. “Well, I’d like to remind you both that this elevator is equipped with a camera.” James was confused for the purpose of the reminder, but seeing Regulus’ mostly hidden red face, he could discern the meaning. “Oh, no! We’re not—! I mean, not that I wouldn’t like to, it’s just—” “Potter.” Regulus interrupted. “Yes?” “Shut up.” “Right.”
Have fun reading :3
#regulus black#james potter#jegulus fic#jegulus#marauders era#marauders fanfiction#marauders fandom#marauders fic#idk what else to tag#my work#my writing#my fanfic#enjoy ig#:D#modern era#non magical au
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Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Pugsley Addams, Larissa Weems, Eugene Ottinger, Bianca Barclay, Ajax Petropolus, Yoko Tanaka, Xavier Thorpe, Valerie Kinbott, Marilyn Thornhill | Laurel Gates, Gomez Addams, Morticia Addams, Tyler Galpin Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - High School, Senior year, introducing: nevermore drama department, academic nerd wednesday, theater star enid, Color Theory, Symbolism?, Slow Build, cute moments, slow realizations, First Kiss, Fluff and Humor, principal weems OBVIOUSLY, Pride and Prejudice References, That's right, you shall see, High School Theater, Graduation, a taste of summer, Nostalgia, ajax's entire existence is a joke and i love it Summary:
Wednesday Addams has three months until she abandons Nevermore High for good.
Enid Sinclair's slipping grades and theater-focused mind pose as a roadblock to this escape.
or, academic wednesday has to tutor unfocused enid & mayhem proceeds
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hello lovelies! New Chapter of my Modern, Non-Magic Wolfstar AU, Love Must Clean House is up!
“Thank you,” Remus murmurs into Sirius’ neck. “You’re so incredibly thoughtful, and kind.”
Sirius squirms. “I’m not, really - “
Remus tightens his hold. “You are. If I say so, it’s true. Now my body is very tired of standing and I’d like some cuddles, if you’d be amenable?”
Sirius is very amenable, and as Remus takes another dose, leaning back into Sirius’ chest and wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist, mumbling interjections as Sirius reads aloud from a well-worn copy of The Hobbit , as they share a bowl of spaghetti in bed, before falling asleep like that, wrapped around each other, Remus clutching onto Sirius as if they’re something precious, Sirius lies awake with one thought circling in his brain.
I’m completely and utterly in love with Remus Lupin.
And fuck, if that isn’t the most terrifying, exhilarating, beautiful feeling.
Another chapter of Long Lost and Left Wanting coming soon as well xx
#my fics#love must clean house#wolfstar#wolfstar fics#non magical au#modern au#modern marauders#falling in love
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Chapter Nine
He led her through the warehouse, out to where his car was waiting and Hermione slipped into the passenger's seat without question. She wondered where they were going exactly and her curiosity got the better of her. "Where are we going, anyway?" she asked.
"I had an idea about laundering money," he said, with a smirk.
"Hey, that's my job," Hermione answered with a laugh. "Although, you know that I won't be here forever. So, it's good that you start thinking of ways to continue to clean your money flow. I doubt that you are going to stop with what you have in your warehouse."
[FFN] [AO3]
#undercovers#fenrir x hermione#fenrimione#fenmione#modern au#non magical au#fanfic#fanfiction#nauticalparamour
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hey there, i was thinking of writing something tomarry and i did get a WIP. so here it is ( beware that its my first time writing for the ship; mostly i just read):
Harry Potter merely observes his neighbourhood.
as a 21 year old with no career options 'appealing' to him, and hence is jobless, he observes the neighborhood he lives in.
And it's not like he's currently broke right now, as his parents left him a whopping amount of money and a medium sized house (enough big for him) before they died.
so really, he's got nothing to fret about.
so he resigns to only 'observe' his neighbourhood.
and in doing so, he thinks (quite naively) that every household is bland and normal.
Even the Riddles too. The single father and his lovely daughter who managed to catch every lady (and Harry) into giving her sweets for her politeness yet her mischievous ways.
Oh, how wrong he was.
So, very wrong.
i may or may not write it, just a fleeting thought tbh🤔🤔
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Unsinkable by juvenilia, speechwriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
He: a young man long since raised from poverty, now on the verge of inheriting a magnate's business in the 1910s. She: an impoverished young woman on her way to start a new life in America.
In short: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Hermione Jean Granger, and one voyage on the RMS Titanic—and how it would change their lives forever.
Hermione Granger x Tom Riddle, <50k words, Alternate Universe - Historical, Corporate Espionage, RMS Titanic, No magic
Completed
Thoughts: A Tomione that takes place on the Titanic, with a hero / villain AND redemption arc for Tom. Sign me up.
#tomione#hermione granger#tom riddle#harry potter fanfiction#non magical au#hp fanfiction#ao3 fanfic rec#bittersweet ending
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Okay, hear me out:
No-mag/hs au Drarry
Draco's part of the student council and definitely on track to be salutatorian (Hermione is obviously valedictorian) while Harry is your average popular jock with heavy Golden retriever energy
Harry, at 16, realizes he's SUPER gay and Malfoy is REALLY attractive and has tried to pursue him since but Draco keeps playing hard-to-get (he has a reputation to live up to, y'know?) So, in turn, Harry does very over-the-top things to get his attention
Like maybe one day, Draco turns a corner and there's Harry under a banner that says "GO OUT WITH ME" and there's flower petals all over the hall, but Draco just gives him detention for making a mess and skipping class while in his head he's probably kicking his feet and giggling
I want their first date to be extremely awkward in a eat-your-shirt kind of way. There's so much built up tension but they're both idiots in their own rights and have no idea what to do now that they're here
Plus, plenty of bad pick-up lines and puns on Harry's part because of Sirius' terrible influence
"Are you trying to hold my hand, Potter?"
"Just reaching for you."
"Reaching?"
"I was always told to reach for the stars, y'know?"
Draco stares at him like he's an idiot (cuz he is) while Harry has a shit-eating grin and just fucking WINKS
Their friends are huddled in the opposite end of whatever establishment they're in (maybe a diner or bowling alley) and all collectively groan and hang their heads in shame except for Ron who's eagerly looking on like, "Hell yeah, that's my best friend."
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I do have a family
non magical au, kinda modern? Idk it doesn't matter and a hint of jegulus :)
Tw: abuse, nothing graphic tho
Word count: 2 300
A small brown letter, with a black wax seal on it, his mother was that kind of old-fashioned. Everything had to be done the way it had always been. Why change something that has been good for decades. Although Sirius didn't understand that logic, he also didn't understand why this letter was lying in their mailbox under a couple of bills and a newspaper.
He picked it up anyway, although in reality he would've loved to just leave it there and never take it out. But he felt like he had to pick it up, bring it to their flat, open it and read it and do whatever it said. He felt just like he did when he was a child. He just had to.
Sadly, Remus wasn't even at home, so he couldn't open it with him and probably cry about whatever was written there. He sat down on the kitchen counter, although he had been told multiple times not to sit there. He tore the letter open with trembling hands. He didn't want to read this, but he had to. He pulled out the letter, reading through it.
It was written in his mother's beautiful cursive handwriting. Her handwriting was probably the only beautiful thing in that woman, in his opinion at least.
It was an invitation for Christmas. It was coming around in a couple of weeks, and he definitely hadn't expected this letter. He hadn't kept any contact with his parents since he was sixteen. Not since he ran away and was disowned by them. So, he certainly didn't understand why now six years later she decided to invite him for Christmas dinner.
He dropped the letter on the counter, thinking, what the hell was he supposed to do now. He couldn't say no. He needed to go. He knew the consequences of disobeying his parents, definitely his mother. It wasn't allowed. Even though he had been living on his own for six years and hadn't said a word to his mother since then.
She always had her ways of finding out details of her children, where they lived, what they're doing with their lives and such. And if he didn't go to this stupid dinner, he would get a personal visit by his mother. One day, he'd open that door, and she'd come in, or he'd come home, and somehow she was in there. She had her ways.
He wondered if Regulus had gotten the same letter, or was this an opportunity to be humiliated and abused, just for him. Although Christmas was a family holiday after all. Not for his family, though.
In the black family, Christmas would go the same way each and every year. They were forced to come home from school, and then it started. Two weeks of hell. Drinking, drunk confessions of how horrible kids they were, fighting, blaming, hitting, every single thing under the sun.
He definitely didn't want to remember those. For some reason, Christmas was always the worst. Even though their summer break was longer, Christmas time was absolutely the worst, it took him many years to start enjoying Christmas. He still wasn't the biggest fan, but he had started liking it. He had started to enjoy the traditions he and Remus had.
They had been dating since their school days, and during those times he was invited to Remus' around Christmas by Hope, and he went, and loved it. He loved seeing a real family Christmas instead of what was going on at the place he was supposed to call home. But he did not enjoy the beating he got when he got home that summer after.
He did not want to repeat that. So, he needed to go. He slid down off the counter, wiping his eyes, from tears that escaped as he thought about the past. He glanced at the clock, smiling as he realized Remus would be home, in about an hour. This wasn't how he had planned the day to go, but he couldn't change that now, could he?
He decided to make himself a cup of tea, to calm down. As the water boiled, he went to grab his lighter and a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, tucking them into the pockets of his hoodie, he also grabbed the letter from the counter and folding it into his pocket.
He finished making his tea, adding a bit of honey, in his opinion a bit, but if you ask anyone else it's way too much. He stepped into his slippers and opened the door to their balcony. He liked this place, they had decorated it nicely, it was one of his favorite places in their small flat.
There was a small couch with a bunch of pillows and a couple of blankets, a small round table, fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, blue Christmas lights they had just put up, hanging on the edge and plants covering the rest of the small space, some of them were dead, but that didn't matter, not right now at least. It didn't have the nicest view, but he could see the sunset, and that was something he loved. It was just starting to set, so he sat down on the couch, cross-legged, pulling a blanket over his legs, just to keep warm.
He slowly sipped on his tea, watching the sunset. He also smoked more than a couple of cigarettes, as he did so. It didn't take long for his mug to be empty, so he set it down on the table, continuing to think and smoke. That did calm him down, even though it was a bad habit, it didn't stop the thoughts from flooding his mind, but it calmed him down.
He thought about what would happen at the Christmas dinner. He hoped it wouldn't be something similar that happened all those years ago. He had some kind of child-like hope that it would be a thing to repair things that happened and a long-awaited apology. Although he knew that wouldn't happen. It would never happen.
The letter had a mention of partners, he would be allowed to bring someone. But he knew that his mother was expecting a woman. She didn't exactly agree with his lifestyle or the one who he loved. When he was young and his mother had found out about Remus and them being together. He would never forget the words that were thrown at him by both of his parents. The scars, emotional and physical, would never disappear and probably neither would the thoughts.
That event also had been a Christmas. He had received a letter to school, a couple of days before their break. Telling him that he was disgusting and that this was not okay. And when that letter arrived, he knew what there was to expect when he would come home.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the balcony door creak open. Remus was home. He smiled slightly as Remus appeared in front of him. Sirius looked up and was met by a warm smile and kind eyes. “Hey love.”
“Hi.”
Remus leaned down, kissing his forehead, nose and lastly his lips, kissing his nose always made him blush, which Remus found adorable. “Would you like some more tea?” He asked, when he pulled away, but staying close to him, and not straightening up. Sirius nodded and Remus smiled, grabbing the cup that had been on the table and making his way out of the balcony.
“Don't forget to add honey.”
“When have I forgotten?” Remus chuckled, before closing the door. Remus didn't get how Sirius liked his tea so sweet, to the point it was almost undrinkable, to him at least. He made it anyway, just the way he knew Sirius liked it.
Soon Remus slipped back in with two cups of tea, sitting down beside Sirius and handing him his mug. “Thank you.” He smiled, looking at his boyfriend, and pulling the blanket over Remus as well, so they were under the same one.
They sat there for a while, just enjoying their tea, and both of them being there. Sirius laid his head on Remus' shoulder, continuing to watch the sunset.
“Wanna tell me why you're here, sitting in silence?” Remus asked, brushing his hand through Sirius' hair, his cup was already empty, and he had set it on the table, but Sirius still had some tea left. Sirius was quiet for a minute before speaking.
“Got a letter from my dear mother.” He said, emptying his cup and setting it down next to Remus', digging the letter out of his pocket and giving it to Remus.
“Can I read it?” Sirius nodded, laying his head back down as Remus quickly read through it. He dropped the letter to his lap, kissing Sirius' head, before speaking. “Are you gonna go?”
“Mhm, I have two moons.” He whispered, feeling Remus resting his head on top of his. He hated how much control his mother still had over him, even through a simple letter and first contact after years.
Remus frowned, searching for his hand and interlocking their fingers together. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked and Sirius shook his head. “Are you sure?” Remus shook his head again.
“That's okay baby.” He murmured. “Wanna be alone?”
“No.”
Sirius' voice sounded hushed and Remus just wanted to make him feel better, and to cure everything that was wrong, to heal everything that had happened, if he could, he'd love to undo it all. But unfortunately, he couldn't, so he'd stay there, trying to make today better. “Okay, I won't go anywhere.” He Kissed Sirius' head, as if to prove his words.
It was about a half an hour, of just sitting there and watching the sunset, it was almost fully set, and the stars had started to come out. Surprisingly, Sirius spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. “I don't wanna go rem, but I have to.”
“I know you don't want to go, Angel. But can I ask what would happen if you didn't go?” He asked, and Sirius thought how he would phrase his thoughts for a moment before answering.
“She'd come here.” He whispered. “She would, she'll do anything, literally anything to get her way and her word through because that's all that matters in her world.”
“I really don't want to go through that again, I'm afraid of what will happen. She isn't inviting Reggie and I to go for good purposes. If he even is invited, I don't know, I probably have to ask.”
“Maybe you should ask him. At least you'll have him there, right? If he is coming.” Remus said. “Would it be so bad if I came with you, I mean the letter did say partners are welcome."?
“They're expecting me and Reggie to bring women because unfortunately to them, we both happen to have boyfriend's.” He said. “You know she'll explode if I bring you, although I'd love you to be there.”
“I can if you'd like to.” He whispered softly, kissing his head. “I mean, I don't care what your parents think about me or us because that doesn't matter because it's not true, You know?”
“Explain?” Sirius asked, he knew what Remus meant, kind of. But he wanted a clarification and just to hear that.
“It doesn't matter what your parents think, not to me. And it shouldn't matter to you, but I know it does, even though you don't think it does.” He explained. “Whatever they've said to you when you were younger, you know when they found out. It's not true, and it doesn't really matter.”
“I know you want them to accept you and me, I know love. I wish they would, I wouldn't love anything more than for you to have a family, a proper one.” Remus said, but was interrupted by Sirius.
“I do have a family rem, a proper one.” He smiled, even though there were small tears falling down. “I have you and Reggie and James, and Lily and all of my Friends, of course, oh, and your parents they're really lovely. That's enough of a family for me, actually the best one.”
Remus smiled, lifting his head up, and Sirius did the same, looking up at him. Remus wiped away his tears, kissing his nose, making him blush. “I know you have a family, and I'm more than happy to be part of it.” Remus smiled, tucking Sirius' hair behind his ear. “It really is the best one.”
“But you know what I meant.” Sirius nodded, looking down. “Hey now.” He whispered softly, tipping chin up with his fingers, so Sirius was looking at him again. “Don't be sad, okay? We'll figure it out. We always do, don't we?” Sirius nodded, with a small smile.
“And look, I know for sure that Regulus will drag James to your parents, meaning you'll have at least some of your real family there, right?” Now Sirius really smiled. “And that invite was for Christmas Eve, meaning we can still have a family Christmas of our own on the twenty-fifth, a real one.” Remus smiled, kissing his nose once again.
“You're obsessed with that.” Sirius noted with a smile, Remus shrugged it off. “Can we really do that?” He asked, they hadn't gotten together on Christmas before, he'd really love that.
“Of course we can.” He said. “I'll make it happen, alright? Most of our friends are lonely and probably don't have much plans for Christmas, and you love mum's cooking.”
“I do.” He smiled, leaning up to give Remus a proper kiss. “You're the best.” He whispered after pulling away, and Remus just smiled at him, pulling him into a hug.
A/N: it's December and that means Christmas and that means Christmas themed fics, well at least one of them :)))
I haven't posted in a while, and that's just because i haven't been feeling that well and haven't really had the energy to write, but today i had this idea. And no definitely did not write this in a couple of hours and no my back doesn't hurt now. And I definitely don't need to sleep.
<3
#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders#marauders era#sirius orion black#remus john lupin#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#wolfstar#fluff#tw past trauma#tw abuse#non magical au#christmas fic
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SOO. PY. GEORGE.
I just finished your band au fic!!
INCREDIBLE!!
Your characters are so funny and sarcastic in this 🥰🥰🥰 and! REMUS!! Loml! I especially love his characterization here, he’s so mean! 😍
SPOILER: Him having crippling stage fright and not mentioning it to anyone until like an hour before the show? An icon. Sirius being the only one for whom he would perform in public? DOUBLE ICON.
Also love love love the side characters in this, particularly Kingsley and Benji.
it’s excellent work, you should be so proud.
@munacy hope you know that *mean Remus is 100% inspired by my favourite drawing of yours, with his fag and his frown. It's perfect.
Benji is based on someone very close to me, and I loved putting him in a story, with all his good vibes, keep your tummy full, don't be a dick outlook. Top bloke. Half the dialogue is word for word things he's said to me. 🤣
I'm so glad you liked it! 🖤
#wolfstar#fanfiction#marauders#remus lupin#sirius black#harry potter#band au#modern marauders#non magical au
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Wolfstar Prompt
Someone please write a Wolftar AU in the universe of Las Encinas.
In wich the Black brothers, James, etc. are wealthy students at Las Encinas and Remus and Lily are the new scolarship students.
Could be Jily/Jegulus as well.
#wolfstar prompt#wolfstar au#elite netflix#wolfstar fanfiction#archive of our own#sirius black#remus lupin#non magical au#wolfstar
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This was not a fanart at the beginning but stuff happened apperently
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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Alternate Universe - Historical, Harry Potter's Name is Hadrian, Professor Tom Riddle, Falling In Love, Courting Rituals, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Victorian, Etiquette, Cunning Harry Potter, Gay Sex, Maybe - Freeform, but it's me so probably, Gay, normalize being gay, Severus is a valet, Mpreg, Maybe mpreg, Mpreg Harry, Complete Summary:
Hadrian's father has decided it's high time he marry. His mother, however, believes one should marry for love and not duty. After a hit to the head, Hadrian comes up with a cunning plan to land him in London to relearn the finer points of gentry etiquette. Is he there to learn etiquette or is he there to learn to love? Read time approx. 1HR 10MIN
#Harry Potter#fanfiction#ao3#tomarry#Victorian#non magical au#mpreg#courting#Teacher Tom#Harry likes to paint#etiquette classes#valet Severus#lords and ladies#Professor Riddle
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trying something very radical and weird with one of the pony redesigns as a villain. can anyone guess who this is supposed to be?
#personal#ask you#delete later#i need to get a read on if anyone can still see her#because i wanna have a non-magical human villain too#so i going ⚡️⚡️⚡️ alakazam you are now a villain#also for those who are wishing for more prohibition mafia shit in this 1920s-themed au. boom there you go. she's a bootlegger
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