#top harry potter versus bottom harry potter

[isalisewrites]

Hello, I like your TBG very much, it is really cute! What an interesting interaction Tom and Harry had! And then I'm going to take the liberty of asking what the end of this article is going to be. top Tom Riddle, bottom Harry Potter? I really love this match and this answer is really important to me. Thank you!

I don't tag or reveal sexual positions ahead of time in most of my stories.

My apologies. I will not bend on this.

I prefer to focus on sexual intimacy, rather than focus on the heterosexual mentality of who tops and who bottoms. It doesn't matter here. I strongly believe doing this forces characters into a box and I'm a character driven writer. I will not flatten the characters like that.

Even with Alphard and Quintus, there's no strong 'top/bottom' in their relationship in my mind.

I've worked my ass off to show the slow softening of Tom's heart, to show how he's changed with not just Harry, but with his friends, too. The Tom Riddle of chapter three is not the same person in chapter thirty-nine. Every chapter is meticulously crafted to building this emotional intensity. I LABOR over every chapter to show these details that can be almost missed if you're reading too fast. Every moment is VITAL to their slow build of their relationship.

It would be insulting to them to reduce their growth, their journey, and their evolution to a mere heterosexual coded position tag. If you're looking for smut with a specific sexual position for the character, then this isn't that story.

I know you want an affirmative to your question, but I can't give that to you. This is very important to me. Sex will one day become a component to their relationship, but that journey is just as sacred as the journey to the first kiss.

This isn't a story about who gives dick and who take it.

This is a story of two boys growing closer together, two boys becoming friends, two boys who fall in love, two boys who face the world together—through it all side by side.

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire × Reader

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When you opened the door to your room, your eyes landed on a bouquet of red roses resting on top of your sheets. A folded piece of pink paper sat propped against them. Your fingers brushed over the front of the card where your name was written in handwriting you immediately recognized as Enzo's. You folded open the paper to read what was written inside:

Roses are red, Violets are blue.

I can't wait for Valentine's day with you!

Follow the clues and you will see,

A perfect date for you and me!

The cute rhyme brought a smile to your face as giggled softly. Of course, you thought to yourself, shaking your head affectionately. A Valentine's day scavenger hunt summed up the nature of yours and Enzo's relationship perfectly. It was playful and fun but full of a passion and tenderness that made it so special. Your eyes flicked down to the bottom of the page, where Enzo had written a clue:

Clue 1: Smile! You're not going there to study. You'll find your next clue with a buddy!

You couldn't keep the cheesy grin off of your face as you left your room and headed to the library.

•••

"So how much did you get bribed to sit here and wait for me?" You teased as you approached Blaise who sat at the typical "Slytherin" study table.

He smirked at you, pushing a plate with a cupcake and another pink card towards you. "Are you assuming that I needed a bribe to do a good deed for my dear friend?"

You just gave him a look as you sat in the chair opposite him, unwrapping the cupcake.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I was paid in cupcakes- which are delicious by the way."

You took a bite. Blaise was right, it was incredible. You picked up the pink card. It read:

Clue 2: I didn't drink Amorentia when I fell for you, but go to the spot where we make its brew

The potions classroom. You smile again, bidding your friend goodbye as you head to the basement.

You peek into the classroom, finding it empty. Another pink card rests on the potion station where you and Enzo typically sit. With it is a small heart shaped box of candies. You were getting giddy with anticipation. The scavenger hunt was fun but you were also ready to spend time with your sweet boyfriend. You read the clue written on the card:

Clue 3: The next place is one you won't want to miss, go to where we had our first kiss.

You smiled softly at the memory. Everyone in the whole school had been anticipating the upcoming Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch match. Slytherin had lost the previous two contests. While you would never say it in front of Draco, it was no secret that Harry Potter was an excellent seeker, and it was the primary reason for the team's success. The Slytherin team had to approach this game with a whole new strategy to prevent another loss. In theory, it was simple: if they scored enough points offensively, it didn't matter whether Potter caught the snitch or not– they would win the game.

It had been an exhausting week for everyone, with practices running overtime every day. Drill after drill after drill to perfect their strategy. The day of the match had been so beautiful it was almost taunting. The hard work had paid off, though. And when the announcer called out, 'Slytherin Wins!' you met Enzo in the center of the pitch, where you threw your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He had grabbed your face and kissed you and it was like the entire school around you had disappeared. All that you could focus on in that moment was his lips on yours. It was only after you broke apart that the wolf whistling of your friends and teammates registered and had you blushing madly. But with the thrill of the victory and the way Enzo held you, you felt as if you could've faced anything in that moment. [[

The hike to the pitch had your legs feeling angry at you. Maybe you could convince Enzo to add a massage to your date to make up for having you hike around the entire castle. You walked across the grass to where you saw a box set in the middle of the field. You opened it up to reveal a dark green hoodie. The back read 'Berkshire' in large letters. The material was soft and you quickly swapped it with the sweater you were wearing to ward of the February chill. In the bottom of the box was another pink card. It read:

Clue 4: You've searched high, and you've searched low. Head to where you can touch the sky, it's the last place to go.

•••

You reached the top of the stairs to the astronomy tower with a huff, feeling slightly out of breath. If climbing the stairs wasn't enough to take your breath away the view at the top sure was.

Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the edges of the room, casting it in a soft, warm glow. A variety of pillows and blankets (most looking like they had been stolen from the Slytherin common room) were laid out of the floor. And there was Enzo sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with the biggest grin on his face. When he saw you he bounded over to yoi, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a kiss to you cheek.

"Hi love, how was your day?" His soft brown eyes were full of love and affection as they looked into yours.

"Exhausting." You tease with a huff as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "But fun."

Enzo breaks away from your hold for just a moment to gesture to what he's wearing. You notice that his sweatshirt is the same color you were wearing. "Check it out," he says, spinning around to show off your last name printed in big letters on the back of his hoodie. He grins, pulling you back into his arms. "Now everyone knows that I'm yours and you're mine." He hums, swaying you slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. "Do you like it?" His eyes sparkle as he asks.

"Yes." You press a soft kiss to his lips. "And the cupcake, and the candies, and the flowers, and the scavemger hunt." You giggle. "It was all perfect, just like you."

The tips of Enzo's ears burn red at your compliment of him and he kisses you again before turning your attention to the room. "I got a couple more suprises." He smile is contagious as he leads you to the cozy pile he's made on the floor of the tower. He produces a tray with two heart shaped pizzas on them: one topped with his favorites and the other topped with yours.

"Did you make these?" You gushed. "They smell delicious."

"Well I'll admit I had some assistance from our favorite Italian wizard, but yes, I take full credit so feel free to pay me in kisses." He smirks, leaning towards you and you kiss him. You feel your cheeks start to ache from smiling so much. Enzo tends to have that effect on you.

"I have one more gift." He produces a small box as you groan exasperatedly at him. "It's the last one I swear! I couldn't help myself."

Untying the ribbon, you open the box to reveal a dainty chain bracelet. In the center of the chain is a small metal heart with an "L" engraved into. Enzo takes the bracelet and your hand, fastening it around your wrist. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, looking up at you with adoring eyes.

"Thank you Enzo."

"Thank you." He leans in once again, kissing you and whispering against your lips, "For being the best thing that has ever happened to me." He leans back, his signature smile on his face. "Pizza?" He asks.

"Yes please." You hum, settling in to enjoy the rest of your evening with your favorite boy.

[olderthannetfic]

i think your drarry t/b asker is noticing twitter leakage, or maybe referring to twitter tagging, because i've started seeing "#harco" posts on my tl, drarry content that's not tagged drarry because drarry is exclusively for top draco/bottom harry. even SFW art with no top/bottom hints like this beautiful piece of art twitter.com/Hanby_Here/status/1749726389614571856

people on twt are trying to enforce a dual tagging etiquette: drarry, DMHP, dracoharry versus harco, HPDM, harrydraco. so that norm is clashing into ao3, where only 7% of "Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter"-tagged works have indication of t/b.

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Ugh, twitter.

[findroleplay]

Hello, I'm karma, a 25+ agender writer and artist. I usually write semi-lit or slightly less or slightly more(decent paragraph, depends on inspiration). I'm open to ANY AND ALL IDEAS, but I'll list what specific flavors I adore. I'm looking for SFW/NSFW[either works, we can discuss it] oc x oc pairings, preferably with ocs made together for an rp versus pre-made characters(I like the extra character development and story building together) but I'm okay with pre-made characters. mxm, mxf, etc couples welcome, no fxf please. I write my characters usually with and around the other character, but if premades are preferred I have all sorts of characters, including top/bottom/switch/etc. OCs can be human, furry, MLP, or fandom based.

Really looking for a fantasy and/or nobility/royalty long-form roleplay. But open to nearly anything long-form. Not a huge sci-fi person but I make exceptions for great ideas. Some started ideas I have are zombie apocalpyse, arranged marriage, nobility based, etc.

Kinks and Triggers may be discussed, I have minimal hard limits. I'll usually rp anything with a good plot.

Fandoms differ, I'm open to fandom OC rps in the following universes; Steven Universe, Pokemon, Adventure Time, Harry Potter, MHA/BNHA, and possibly a few others I can't think of atm.

You MUST BE 18+, 21+ preferred but 18+ MINIMUM. Zero Exceptions. Even if the rp is SFW.

Like this post and I'll reach out <3

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[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Earl Grey and Lavender - Shinsou Hitoshi

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Rating: 16+ Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/F!Reader Words: 2,713 Warnings: Language (Bakugou has a potty mouth), adorableness, Denki is a crack head, I have weird taste in ice cream. AN: Welcome to my contribution to the BNHarem SFW server collab for June! The prompt was summer! I got lucky and nabbed Shinsou and this is just wholesome and adorable. Also yes, Earl Grey and Lavender ice cream is real, you can get it in the Harry Potter park at Universal and it slaps. Check the rest of the collab submissions HERE HERE is my masterlist Buy me a Kofi! ---

There was only one thing that you loved about working at The Ice Creamery during the summer, and that was the free ice cream. 

The hot and shirtless guys walking past the shop on the daily were a nice treat too, of course. But the fact that you could have a free scoop of whatever flavor you wanted once a day was the highlight of your summer, and there was no man that could walk into that shop and distract you from it, no matter how handsome or stacked they were.

That was until you met Shinsou.

There was something about him that had you immediately attracted to him. Maybe it was the color of his hair, or his eyes, or the way he smirked at you and quirked his eyebrow when you made fun of him.

It started on a regular Friday afternoon. The shop was busy as usual, the summer bringing tourists to the beaches in droves. You happened to work at a location that was close to the water, so a lot of people would stop by on their way back to their cars or hotels for a cone or sundae. You were manning the freezer case, taking orders and scooping flavors, when you heard the bell jingle on the front door, signaling the arrival of new customers.

You barely spared them a glance, concentrating on scooping ice cream into the metal cup in your hands, and then spinning around to add milk and shove the cup into the milkshake machine. It wasn’t until minutes later when your co-worker came by, whispering excitedly in your ear about the pro hero Red Riot, that you took a good look.

A group of pro heroes were standing toward the back of the shop and peering at the chalkboard menus behind the counter, talking among themselves as they decided what they wanted. You could immediately recognize Red Riot, his bright red hair held back from his face with a bandanna. To his left was Ground Zero, the ever-present scowl adorning his pretty face as he glared daggers at the menu like it had personally offended him.

On his right was the pro hero Pinky, who was leaning against Cellophane, the two of them arguing over the merits of a waffle cone versus a sundae cup. Chargebolt was beside them, talking to a guy with purple hair that you’d never seen before. His equally purple eyes were trained on the menu above you, his lips twisted in a frown as he read through the flavor choices.

Deciding that you were probably being creepy by just standing there, you cleared your throat. “Can I help who’s next?”

Red Riot flashed you his shark-toothed grin, stepping forward and dragging Ground Zero behind him. “Hi! Can I get two scoops of rocky road on a waffle cone, please?”

“Sure! You want a regular cone or the chocolate-dipped?” Pointing at the different cones you had on display, you held back a laugh when you saw his look of confusion.

“Oh no, I don’t know!” The pleading puppy dog look he gave his grumpy friend was comical. “Bakubro, what should I get?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Clicking his tongue, he folded his arms across his chest and glared. The sour look was short-lived as he caved under the pouting bottom lip of his red-haired friend. “Get him the chocolate-dipped one. And let me have 2 scoops of mango, in a cup.”

“Please and thank you!” Red Riot perked up, grinning at you again. 

You nodded, getting to work on the order, passing it off to your coworker who was working on the toppings, trying not to think about how adorable that entire exchange had been.

“Mina, I don’t know why you were even arguing with me, we all know you’re going to get the same thing you always get and then complain that you can’t eat it all.” Cellophane teased as he walked up to the counter. 

“And then she’ll force me to help her finish it and I’ll feel like shit later because I ate too much,” Chargebolt added, shaking his head.

“Shut up! I just know what I like, okay?” Mina chirped, bounding up to the counter and leaning on the glass. “Can I get a banana split, please? Go hard with the chocolate sauce, I can handle it.”

“You got it. Is that for here or to go?” You grabbed a banana from under the counter and got to work on peeling it open. 

“For here. We need to sit and cool off, it’s so hot out there!” She slumped forward, resting her cheek on her palm. “These boys are running me ragged. I don’t know why I agreed to go on this vacation with them.”

“Because you love us?” Cellophane supplied helpfully from behind her. “You’ve been putting up with us since we were 15, Mina. Did you forget how we are?”

“I think I was trying to repress it.” She deadpanned, winking at you. “But you keep reminding me, Sero.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Enjoying a glimpse into the personal dynamics of these pro heroes was the highlight of your day. Everyone knew them as celebrities who saved the world on the daily, but it was kind of cool to witness them being normal people firsthand.

Once you had the banana situated in the dish, you added the ice cream to the middle and added the whipped cream and copious amounts of chocolate sauce. “How’s that?”

Peering through the glass, she smiled. “Perfect!” 

“I went HAM with the chocolate sauce as requested.” You slid it over to your coworker for the rest of the toppings. “Give her extra cherries.”

“Aw, you’re sweet. I like you!” Mina cheered, shuffling over to give her friend some room.

Sero ordered an orange creamsicle milkshake. “I know it’s lame but…”

Chargebolt patted him on the shoulder. “It’s not lame, bro. It would be lame if you just got plain vanilla.”

“I half expected Bakugou to get vanilla.” The purple-haired man spoke for the first time, his deep voice surprising you.

Snorting, Chargebolt laughed, clutching his stomach as he bent over. “I mean, he does go to bed at like 8 pm. He seems the type, doesn’t he?”

“Shh, Denki, he’ll hear you!” Cellophane pushed his friend, rolling his eyes. “You have a death wish, I swear.”

You glanced over to see their explosive friend was concentrating on his mango ice cream at a table in the back, Red Riot beside him and chattering happily, struggling to keep up with the ice cream dripping down his cone. You were pretty sure he couldn’t hear them, anyway.

“What can I get for you?” You asked the blonde, pouring the milkshake into a cup and finishing off the top with some whipped cream. You handed it to Sero with a smile, turning your attention to the electric hero in front of you.

“I can’t decide between the cotton candy and the bubble gum.” Sighing dramatically, he scrunched his nose. “Life is so hard.”

“Why am I friends with you?” His nameless friend looked exasperated. “Just pick one.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Shinsou. You don’t even know what you want yet.”

Shinsou opened his mouth, but you cut him off. 

“Why don’t you get a scoop of each? Then you don’t have to choose.”

Gesturing to you, the purple-haired man raised his eyebrows. “Look at that, Denki. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but we call that problem-solving.”

“Shut up!” Denki pouted at his friend. “I know what problem-solving is, you overgrown troll doll.”

“Ha!” Eyes wide, you slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you’d laughed a little too loudly.

“He looks like a troll doll, tell me I’m wrong! The way his hair defies gravity like that? It’s completely natural, too. He doesn’t even put gel in it or whatever.” Denki giggled, leaning on the counter. 

“I wouldn’t sleep tonight, Kaminari,” Shinsou threatened ominously, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Great! Well, cutie, since I’m going to die tonight, I think I deserve a scoop of each like you suggested, in a cup.” He winked at you, and you blushed, nodding and moving to replace your gloves before you got his order together.

“I hope this doesn’t give you diabetes.” You said sincerely, handing him his ice cream, frowning at the sour patch kids he’d requested for the top. “My blood sugar is through the roof just looking at that thing.”

“Diabetes is nothing compared to how Shinsou will be murdering me in my sleep!” He said cheerfully. “Gotta go out with a bang, you know?” He saluted you and wandered over to the register to pay for his ice cream.

Finally, it was just you and Shinsou. You were relieved to see he was the last one in line as well, so you would have ample time to check him out and flirt with him shamelessly.

Remembering what Denki had said earlier, you smiled at him. “Did you figure out what you wanted yet? I can give you some suggestions if you’re not sure.”

Amethyst eyes trailed over the menu again. “I don’t know...”

Clearing your throat, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have a secret talent, you know.”

He blinked at you. “You….what?”

“I can tell what kind of ice cream is right for you just by looking at you.” You glanced down at your nails, feigning disinterest. “It’s a gift, I guess. I’ve got second sight when it comes to desserts.” You looked back at his face, fluttering your eyelashes.

Shinsou’s chuckle made you shiver. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.” He leaned against the counter, smirking at you. “Go ahead.”

Clapping your hands, you bounced on your toes. “Oh yay! Okay, let me see…” 

You stroked your chin, squinting at him, watching him squirm under your gaze. He was wearing an old and faded band t-shirt over his black swim shorts, and you could see his biceps bulging beneath the short sleeves. 

“Well?” He interrupted your blatant staring. “Have you figured me out?”

“Mmhm!” You turned and grabbed a cup, walking to the end of the freezer, and sliding open the door. You moved over the chocolate chip to reach a hidden tub of ice cream, filling the cup with 3 scoops of the pale purple treat.

“What is it?” Shinsou asked when you placed the cup in front of him and shoved and spoon in it. 

“It’s a secret flavor. It isn’t on the menu, and they really only make it because it’s my favorite and I begged them to keep a tub of it for me. I’m allowed one scoop a day for free and this is what I have.” You pushed it toward him. “I’m trusting you with this secret. No one can know I have this.”

“You make it sound like it’s forbidden. Is there some kind of Ice Cream FBI that’s going to come in here and arrest you or something?” He smacked his palm on the counter, leaning in and speaking lowly. “Is it like the Vegan Police?”

Snorting at his Scott Pilgrim reference, you shook your head. “No, I just don’t want anyone to know because I don’t like to share it. But, I’m making an exception for you.”

“Why me?” He asked, looking surprised.

“I don’t know. It kind of matches your hair, so I feel like you’re worthy.” Shrugging, you crossed your arms. “It’s Earl Grey and Lavender.”

“Like the tea?” He looked down at it, puzzled. “Hmm. That sounds...good.”

“It’s a revelation. You can thank me later.” The bell jingled above the door, signaling that you had to cut your flirting short. “Let me know what you think, okay?”

Long fingers wrapped around the cup as he picked it up. “Thank you…” He squinted at the name tag on your shirt. “Y/N.” Clearing his throat, he smiled at you. “I’m Shinsou, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, Shinsou.” It took everything in you not to watch as he walked over to pay for his ice cream, turning your attention to the new customers walking up to the counter.

You busied yourself with helping them, trying not to glance over at the table in the back where you could hear Denki starting some kind of trouble. You were taking a chance with that ice cream flavor. It wasn’t for everyone.

You didn’t have any kind of sixth sense like you’d said, obviously. You’d just wanted to get him flustered and maybe get his attention. There was just something about him that told you he would like it. You just hoped you were correct.

Telling your coworker that you were taking your break, you got yourself your free scoop and headed into the back to enjoy it in peace. You were about halfway through it when she poked her head in the room.

“Some guy with purple hair is out here asking for you.”

Jumping up, you forgot all about your ice cream, leaving the cup sitting on the desk you had been leaning against. Patting down your hair, you walked out into the shop, noticing it was completely empty, save for the man who was looking for you.

He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, waiting patiently. You walked around the counter and smiled at him. “Everything okay?”

He stood up straight, letting his arms drop to his sides. “Everything’s great. I just wanted to thank you again.”

Waving your hand in dismissal, you blushed. “Aw, don’t mention it. Did you like it?”

“It was probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How did you know I’d like it?”

Smiling at him, you shrugged. “I’m a firm believer that your taste in ice cream flavors says a lot about your personality. You just looked like the type of guy who likes tea and reading books with a cat on your lap while you listen to The Smiths. That’s the kind of person who likes earl gray and lavender ice cream.”

“That’s eerily accurate. Is that the kind of person you are then?” He raised his eyebrow. “Cause if that’s the case, then I’m going to need your phone number.”

Your heart flipped in your chest at his words. “I could be. Give me your phone.”

Grinning, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, pulling up his contacts and handing it to you. “What time are you off work?”

Your hands were shaking with nerves as you typed in your number and handed it back to him. “I’m off at 7.”

“Good. Want to hang out after? My friends want to go to a bar, but we’re not sure what’s good around here.” He took the phone from you and slipped it into his pocket, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean if you’re not busy.”

Pretending to think about it, you teased him. “I mean, I guess I can make some room in my nonexistent social life for you and your friends.”

“I’m flattered.” He smirked. “As long as you’re prepared to deal with them, that is. They’re kind of a handful.”

“I think I can handle it.” The bell above the door chimed again as more customers came in. “I’ve got to go back to work though. Text me?” You bit your lip, glancing up at him from under your lashes. 

“You can count on it.” He blushed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “See you later?”

Nodding, you walked backward a bit, not wanting to say goodbye so soon. “Yeah, see you later.”

You walked back behind the counter, watching as he left the store, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket a few minutes later, your face hot as you blushed at the message you received.

Unknown: I think I have a newfound appreciation for ice cream. I wonder why?

You threw yourself back into your work, forgetting about the ice cream you’d left on the desk in the back room. That was the first time you’d let it melt before you’d finished it, and it was all because of Shinsou.

It wouldn’t be the last time, either.

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Vampire!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Art of Our Necessities by dcfg21 Rated:  Explicit Words:  52,682 Tags:  Vampire!Harry, Angst, Forced Bonding Summary:  After being Turned by a vampire, Harry descends into reckless and dangerous behavior. The Ministry and the Vampire Council devise a way to keep the former Savior on a leash, and his fangs to himself, by forcing him to take a Consort. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch Me Before You Fall by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated:  Explicit Words:  17357 Tags: Vampire Draco Malfoy, Biting, Blood Drinking, POV Second Person, POV Harry Potter, Hurt/Comfort, Clubbing, Nearly Omniscient Bartender, but aren't they all, Kissing, Dancing, mild jealousy, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Draco Being a Git, Harry being oblivious, Draco being oblivious, Harry being thirsty, Draco being really actually thirsty, Switching, Community: daily_deviant Summary:  Draco, newly turned, shows up on Harry’s doorstep. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Palace of Eternity by gracerene Rated:  Explicit Words:  27909 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Future Fic, POV Harry Potter, Non-Linear Narrative, Harry Potter Partially Epilogue Compliant, Getting Together, Past Relationship(s), Getting Back Together, Creature Fic, Vampires, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Character Death, Wakes & Funerals, Grief/Mourning, Immortality, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Male Character, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Accidental Bonding, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, France (Country), Auror Harry Potter, Ocean, Tattoos, Nipple Piercings, Drinking, Smoking, Romance, Endearments, Biting, Blood Drinking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Implied Switching, Dirty Talk, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Minor Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, H/D Tropes Exchange Fest 2019 Summary:  It had been twelve years, five months, and six days since the last time Harry had laid eyes upon Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires by shiftylinguini Rated:  Explicit Words:  25418 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Drinking, Smoking, Sleep Paralysis Imagery, Vampires, Creature Fic, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Light Angst, Dark Humor, Mystery, Intrigue, Clubbing, Dreams, Blow Jobs, Grinding, First Time, Getting Together, Private Investigators, Private Investigator Draco Malfoy, Hopeful Ending, H/D Erised 2019 Summary:  Harry Potter is a missing person. Draco Malfoy is a vampire. They are the last two people one would expect to bump into each other in a Creature Bar in Prague, yet to Draco’s absolute shock that is definitely Harry fucking Potter sitting across from him. Even more surprising is that Potter may have a case for him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Is Tu Fuil 'O Mo Chuislean by wench_fics (WeasleyWench) Rated:  Explicit Words:  12174 Tags: Violence, Vampire Sex, vampire, hp_vampfest entry, M/M Sex, OOC, artwork: mad1492, NSWF artwork Summary:  Harry becomes a vampire - and has to mate soon or be killed. His mate is none other than Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In The Red by bixgirl1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  45629 Tags: Post Hogwarts, Powerful Harry, Creature Fic, Vampire Draco, Rentboy Draco, Angst, Pining, Bonding, cursebreaker harry, POV Alternating, Magical Theory, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Blowjobs, Frotting, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex, Just really lots of sex, no really, There's like 3k of plot in this, Vampire Sex, Blood Drinking, Roleplay, Gift Fic, Switching Summary:  When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Draco Malfoy and the Secret Underground Vampire Bureaucracy by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Mature Words:  18429 Tags: Vampires, Humor, Bondage, Self-help, Romance, Bonding Summary:  In which there is an obsessed Potter, conspiracy theories, bonds, hormones, far too much self-help, and, of course, a secret underground vampire bureaucracy. None of which is as important as the fact that this is not Draco Malfoy’s fault. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not Quite Like You Imagined by canis_lupus Rated:  Explicit Words:  10935 Tags: Vampire Harry, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, HP: EWE Summary:  The taste of blood always makes Harry horribly nauseous. Not a fortunate thing if one is a vampire. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not Today by Kefalion Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  2985 Tags: Vampire AU, 18th Century Aristocracy AU, QLFC Summary:  It's the winter season. Parliament is in session and everyone of import is in London. Harry has joined them for the first time. He doesn't want to be part of any scandal, but the choice might not be his. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Inconvenient Condition by mirabella Rated:  Restricted Words:  ~20500 Tags: Relatively mild bloodplay, as close as I'm ever likely to get to consent issues Summary:  Harry comes back from vacation with an inconvenient case of vampirism and must learn to cope with blood, Malfoy, and recalcitrant secretaries. And if that doesn't tell you everything about the plot you need to know, you haven't read enough badfic. ❤️ Read on Dreamwidth

📜 For Thine Is The Kingdom by kedavranox Rated:  Explicit Words:  66928 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Self-Harm, Blood Drinking, Blood and Injury, Guns, Bonding, Soulmates, Mates, Flashbacks, Vampires, Creature Fic, Auror Draco Malfoy, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Legilimency, Occlumency, POV Alternating, Background Femslash, Background Slash, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Tattoos, Magical Tattoos, Blow Jobs, Telepathic Bond, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, brief spanking, Hung Draco Malfoy, Shower Sex, post-sex fingering, Rimming, brief breathplay, Dom/sub Undertones, Romance, Frottage, Sex Toys, Pansexual Harry Potter, Language Kink, Families of Choice, Family Issues, Near Death Experiences, Violence, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Blatant Disregard for Traditional Vampire Lore Summary:  On a secret mission, Draco is Turned. With no memory of what happened, he learns that to save his missing Auror partner and regain what he’s lost, he must uncover the long-buried secrets of the vampire covens. To do that, Draco must open his mind and heart to what he has become, the new-found family that surrounds him, and the man who has remained steadfast at his side through it all. Harry spent five years avoiding the man he fell in love with, but when Draco needs his help, he cannot refuse. As they race against the clock to find Draco’s partner, Harry discovers that the bond they share is nothing to hide from, and that he'll never outrun the pace of his own heart. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Thirst by fluxweed Rated:  Explicit Words:  4448 Tags: Vampires, Vampire Sex, Vampire Harry Potter, Blood, so much blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge, HP Kinktober 2020 Summary:  The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly. And Malfoy smells so good. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Business Meetings by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Mature Words:  31332 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Vampires Summary:  Draco leads a powerful group of vampires. Harry is their Ministry-appointed negotiator. Cue a series of once-monthly meetings where Harry and Draco argue about the various virtues of attacking the Ministry versus holding back from doing so, and, eventually, other things. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Hell Tastes Like Honey by alpha_exodus, chachisoo Rated:  Explicit Words:  16122 Tags: Vampire Draco Malfoy, Biting, Blood, Reckless Harry Potter, Teasing, Alcohol, Dancing, Voyeurism, Anal Sex Summary:  Malfoy is a vampire. Entirely unrelatedly, Harry wants to fuck him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 For Services Rendered by dracogotgame Rated:  Mature Words:  4229 Tags: Mythical Beings & Creatures, Supernatural Elements, Vampires, vampire!Harry, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oneshot, canon? never heard of her, Drarropoly: Founders Edition - A Drarry Game/Fest, Smut, Minor Violence, Morally Ambiguous Character, Semi Healthy Relationships, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Alternate Universe - Vampire, this is not fluff, idk what it is but fluff it is not Summary:  Draco has always given Father's 'business associates' a wide berth. But his fascination with the vampire may lead him down a dark and twisted path. ❤️ Read on AO3

[mistymay9520]

How it started (top 2) versus how it's going (bottom pic). Over the last 3 or 4 years I have read about 100 volumes of manga and the bottom pic is what I've been queuing up for when I finish Fantastic Beasts. Been plugging away at the Harry Potter series for over a year. Needless to say I may have a slight reading problem lol 😅

[missdawnandherdusk]

How Do You Solve A Problem Like Malfoy?

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One     Part Two

Summary: Now that you were as confused as ever, you decided to do something about it. And that something was absolutely nothing. Or was it? And would Draco notice? 

A/N: Y’all I really can’t stop writing this because it’s so cute and it needs to get somewhere but those things take time and well welcome to pining and a change of heart. Please enjoy my semesters of Latin used in this series also. It’s quite fun to use what I know to create potions and spells. I love you all and the feedback I’ve gotten so far! It means the world to me! Stay safe and stay creative!

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I spent almost all night trying to figure out what Draco meant in the hall but found nothing. Well, there was the hope that maybe he understood something deeper about happiness... but that couldn’t be possible. And if it was why would he tell me?

I wanted to talk to him, confront him, ask him what he meant.

I also wanted to know where this family feud started... there had to be a good reason that Lupines didn’t get along with Malfoys, other than the obvious I assumed.

But was it obvious?

“You’re going to stare a hole through the wall Y/n,” Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she noted my glaring.

I sighed and flopped back into the plush couch of the common room. Hermione was currently reading—or maybe rereading—So You Think You’re A Wizard? A Guide to Simple Spells and Hexes.

“What am I supposed to do?” I muttered, hugging a pillow and watching the fire dance. “What is anyone supposed to do with a Malfoy? The only options are fear him, hate him, or follow him like a puppy,” I noted.

“Have you actually been around their family?” Hermione asked. “Your family is pureblood, almost noble, like Malfoy... ever go to parties or gatherings or whatever it is that you all do?”

“No,” I sulked. “I was in America. Far away from all of that.” I sat up. “Not that I’m complaining, I loved growing up Muggle... no magic... no shortcuts.” I smiled. “But I came back to go here, and the feud followed me.”

Growing up Muggle was one thing that my parents had kept a secret from the rest of my family and the wizarding world. The only one who knew that I had grown up like that was Hermione—I had accidently slipped up and mentioned that I knew how to bake around her. It was part of the reason that we were good friends, we understood the bizarre nature of magic versus normalcy.

“So, why did you give in?” She asked, looking up from her book.

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “I was younger... he didn’t like me, and I guess I just went with it.” Shrugging, I thought about the last four years.

“And when do you ever do what you’re told?” Hermione challenged with a smile.

I didn’t have an answer for that. She was right of course, there was no reason that this was the one thing that I let someone else decide for me. I was too stubborn for any of that. And maybe it was time that I stopped letting people tell me who I was and who I was going to be.

From the moment I fell down the rabbit hole of Hogwarts I've been told where I must go and who I must be. I've been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and who knows what else. But this was my life. I was going to decide where it went from here.

How I was going to do that... I didn’t have the faintest idea.

“Maybe try to talk to him,” Hermione suggested, reading my thoughts as if they were the words on the page of her book.

“He’s not going to talk to me,” I pointed out.

Hermione gave me a sympatric look and a shrug as she picked up the next book.

______________________________

Draco paced his common room, Crabbe and Goyle’s eyes following him. Every time they tried to speak or offer advice, a cold glare shut them up.

“She is absolutely mad!” He insisted. “She’s worse than Potter and I never thought that was possible! Who does she think she is to accuse me like that!?”

“Why do you care?” The question came from Pansy, who was leaning against the entrance to the common room.

“Excuse me?” Draco snapped.

“You hate her. Why do you care what she says about you? Stop acting like a princess and man up.” Pansy sneered. “She doesn’t know who you are, so why are you listening to her at all?”

Draco glared Pansy down. She did have a point though.

Why did he care at all what you thought of him? Why did he care if there was something about you that drove him insane? Why did he care if you hated him like the rest of the school did?

Why did he care if you had people to confide in about this? Why did he care if you could write to your parents and ask them what to do?

He didn’t care.

That was the bottom line.

It had to be if he wanted to stay on top.

He had a reputation. He wasn’t going to let some Gryffindor demolish it because you could bat your pretty eyes at him and make all of his thoughts stop on a dime.

Nope.

He wasn’t going to let you.

___________________________

“Okay,” I stopped Hermione before we left our shared room the next morning. “There is no way that talking to Draco is ever going to get him to open up... or do anything,”

“Yes,” She waited for me to continue.

“But... he is doing better in the classes that he feels like he has to beat me in?” I said sheepishly. 

“So are you,” She pointed out.

“Yeah, uhuh, not the point,” I dismissed. “But what if I... just kept doing what I am doing... and let it be?” It was a weak proposal, but it was all that I could come up with in the early hours of the morning when he had me wide awake.

“So... you’re going to do exactly what you’re doing and giving into the rivalry... to stop giving into the rivalry and try to get through to him?” Hermione clarified.

“Yes?” I squeaked.

“Yeah, okay I’m in.” She grinned. 

“Really?” Shock flitted across my face.

“Well, you’re doing it with a better motive, so I suppose that’s better than whatever it is at the moment,” She bottom-lined. “Now, will you help me get Ron and Harry to talk to each other again?”

I laughed and took her arm as we headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast and another day of lessons.

Nothing did change, not on the outside. Malfoy was still himself and I still did everything I could to get under his skin. My hand would shoot up in class with the answer before his could and a smirk would stay on my face when the professor commended me on my knowledge. In Potions later that week was the highlight of it all.

“And what is the most dangerous ingredient to Pungo Aedificem?” Snape asked, looking down his nose at the rest of us.

Draco’s hand shot up a grin curled onto his face as he glanced over at me.

“Re'em Blood,” He answered, confidently.

I almost laughed out loud and raised my hand passive aggressively.

“Miss Lupine?” Snape diverted his attention from the crestfallen Draco to me.

“Belladonna,” I answered correctly. “Where Re’em Blood is expensive and rare, it can’t kill you,” I smiled sweetly at Draco. He glared.

“Yes,” Snape eyed the two of us and continued with his lesson.

It was a great way to start the weekend.

As November slipped away and Draco and I were still at our game—one that I had decided to play myself... not because anyone told me to—the excitement of the first task was all the school could talk about. Our feud seemed to simmer a bit with the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, I supported Harry and wished the best for him, but I knew he shouldn’t be in the tournament to begin with, and I didn’t want to see him win... not that I wished anything terrible on him.

“So, you supporting your friend?” Draco sneered. “He doesn’t have a chance of winning. Not with Krum in the running,”

It was true, Krum had a good chance of winning. Not that every girl in the school had already told him that... multiple times... as they followed him around like a shadow. It was ridiculous.

“How is Krum?” I purred. “He must be swarmed with pretty girls all day. Not like you’d know anything about what that’s like,” I drawled.

“I don’t see you at his heels,” Draco grinned. “He tell you off?”

“I’m flattered that you think I’m a pretty girl, but no, I don’t need to follow a guy around for him to notice me. Unlike some people,”

“I don’t need pretty girls to tell me how good I am,” He retorted.

“You’re right,” I didn’t miss a beat. “You have enough mirrors for that pretty face of yours,” I batted my eyelashes and walked away, towards the Gryffindor Tower to study for upcoming exams.

Hermione found me neck deep into notes and books when she came back to our room.

“Do you have time to help Harry and I work on a Summoning spell?” She asked, grabbing a few books.

“For?”

“The challenge, it’s dragons. Harry needs to Summon his Firebolt and fly,”

“Some of those words made sense, but how they fit together I will never know,” I mused and turned the page of my book. “And I wish I could, but Snape is giving an exam soon on Potions and I need a good grade.”

“Still at it then?” She asked. “How’s your plan working?”

“Like I know... He is talking to me more... but we’re just arguing. Talked about Krum today.”

“Krum?” Hermione stammered.

I grinned, knowing about her little crush. I had caught them a few times in the library closer than necessary.

“Yes, I said he had a good chance of winning. Not that I don’t believe in Harry,” I amended. “Seemed to annoy him that I was interested in Krum,”

“So, he’s jealous,”

“Of what? Me liking Krum? I don’t even like Krum like that,” I scoffed. “And besides, he’s all yours,”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She mumbled. “I’m going to help Harry,” 

“He called me pretty,” I blurted out.

“What?” Hermione lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Well, kinda? I said something about pretty girls following Krum around and he asked me why I wasn’t following Krum around and I don’t think he meant it, but it happened?” I rushed the explanation out.

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes, leaving me to my thoughts and books. When the books look more like Latin than English, I gave in and packed up my stuff.

Rain started to patter on the windows as a storm swept over the school. I sighed and got up, draping my robe around me and headed to the Great Hall for some food. It was getting rather late and I hoped that I didn’t wait too long to eat.

I began to think that maybe I should write to my mother about what was happening. She would know what to do... or at least what to say to make me feel better. I didn’t know much, but I knew at least that she was the one who had made my father move to America to take me away from the feud.

In the midst of my thoughts, I ran into someone.

“Sorry,” I blinked, offering an apologetic smile.

Then I saw familiar cold blue eyes.

“Oh,” I took a step back. “Sorry,” I repeated and walked past him.

It struck me as odd that he was alone in the halls without his normal posse of Slytherins. I paused and turned back to him.

“Where’s your friends?” I asked, half teasing half curious.

“None of your business.” He snapped. “But if you must know, they’re helping Krum with the challenge.” He smirked.

“Okay,” I spoke slowly. “I’m... going to get dinner... You’re welcome to join?” My voice was as unsure as I was about what I was asking.

He stared at me like I grew a second head and a tail. Pursing my lips, I shook my head and headed to the Great Hall, rather quickly now.

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Draco stared at you as you rushed away from him. Did you seriously just ask him to go to dinner with you?

What was that about?

You seemed more at ease around him when it was just the two of you and he thought that it was odd. And you apologized to him instead of making a remark or snide comment. What the hell were you doing?

Nothing much had changed between the two of you. He still found every reason to put you down and you still tried your best to beat him. But recently you weren’t getting angry. You were just smiling when either of you won.

Not that he noticed you smiling.

Of course not.

“Y/n!” He called.

You turned; an expectant look on your face. The same warmth in your eyes. 

“The Great Hall closed about an hour ago,”

You slumped and let out a disgruntled sigh. You rubbed your face, and something fell from appearance. He could see exhaustion in your features. He wondered what had you up so late and so neglectful of mealtimes. Actually, no he didn’t. He didn’t care.

“Okay,” You sighed, finding some sort of resolve. “That’s okay, thank you,”

You kept on your way towards the Great Hall and he wanted to ask what you were doing, or if you needed something to eat. Surely, he could get something from the kitchen for you. He knew how to order around house elves. Now that Dobby was working here, it would be too easy.

Instead he went his own way and didn’t look back.

.

. 

Part 4

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

Hi! I'm also grateful for your hard work for us bottom!Harry lovers! Whenever i want to read something without looking hard and not cringing after finding tons of bottomDraco ffs i turn to you :) do you know any Dark Draco stories? Not necessarily evil, but not being good guy and redeemed, could be possessive and manipulative for example :) sorry if its hard ask, bc some people dont like it :) btw do you prefer fluff or angst?

Awww, thanks!

I’m baby so I don’t read that many dark Draco things, but I hope the following are good for you~ (so I yes, I prefer all the fluff and angst with happy endings)

Moneymaker  - dicta_contrion    

As a top trader, Draco has power and money, suits and cars, houses and good champagne - everything a person could want. So when Auror Potter comes looking for help, Draco can't think of anything that might persuade him to lend a hand.

Well...maybe one thing.

Business Meetings - Lomonaaeren

Draco leads a powerful group of vampires. Harry is their Ministry-appointed negotiator. Cue a series of once-monthly meetings where Harry and Draco argue about the various virtues of attacking the Ministry versus holding back from doing so, and, eventually, other things.

On a Black Night - ldymusyc

It was usually green, but sometimes it was blue, sometimes red, and on very, very rare occasions, it was black.

On the Lead - Vaysh

It was never a good idea to get too comfortable around the man who ruled Knockturn Alley with an iron fist.

[malereader-inserts]

Never a Burden

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: I’ve always wonder why it’s so much harder to open up to your parents. Word Count: 3,813 Request: hi! could I request an angsty Remus Lupin x son!reader? maybe you could do something where the reader doesn't feel like he's good enough? A/n: THIS IS LONG but something to make up for a week.

You look at yourself in the mirror and sighed with your Gryffindor tie loosely around your neck. You strung up your tie higher and tighter as Ron sneaks up and pats you on the shoulder.

“Coming down for breakfast?” He asked, a charming smile as you give back.

“I’m coming, knowing you, you’ll eat my share of food before I could sit down,” You teased as he chuckles, pulling you along, his hand resting between your shoulder and neck.

“Aye, mate, I’m not that bad!” 

The two of your share a stare before howling as you two go down the stairs with Hermione and Harry waiting at the bottom of the stairs. The four of you start making your way to breakfast, Ron and Harry almost racing who can get there quicker whilst you and Hermione strolled together.

“(Y/n)?” Hermione asked as you watch in amusement in your best friends trying to shove and trip each other up.

You turn your attention over to Hermione, “Hm?”

“Are you okay?” Hermione wondered, carefully and concern, as you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, “Well, I can tell something, is bothering you.”

“I’m...” You cleared your throat, “I’m fine, nothing to worry about.”

Hermione grabs your elbow, halting you both as she gazes into your eyes. You were taken aback as she awkwardly gives you a massive hug. You stood still as you patted her on the shoulder.

“You know, you’re a terrible liar,” Hermione commented as she takes your hand a pulls you to the Great Hall for breakfast, “But, one bad thing doesn’t diminish the good things about you.”

You give her a fake smile, “Well, I’m flattered.”

“What, I’m trying to say is that I’m your friend. Your best friend, I will listen to your problems and whatever is bothering you.”

“And that is why I don’t deserve to have you as a friend, let alone you being my best friend.”

The pair of you share a smile as you take a seat across Ron and Harry, who were both eating as much as they could. You and Hermione share a look before digging into breakfast, preparing for the day. You look over to the staff table to see your dad eating his breakfast.

As he meets your eyes, he gives you a quick smile as you quickly turned your head leaving Remus confused to the reaction. There was no secret that you were his son, you shared his last name and Lupin isn’t a common last name, so it wasn’t like you were trying to hide something.

And it wasn’t like you were ashamed that you were his son, the number of times that you had to tell him you were proud to share his name, you weren’t ashamed of him, you were never scared and all. Sometimes, he feels like he’s a burden to you because he should be the one reassuring him, being the parent but in Remus’ eyes it was the other way round. 

Remus noticed how uncomfortable you shifted your weight to create space between you and Hermione. Remus was quick to pick up to nervous quips such as the bouncing leg and nervous tapping on the table.

He watches you suddenly get up with your group of friends to your first lesson, he tries not to think too much into it. In fact, he has faith in you to come to him if you have a problem. 

As you head to Potions with the group, Harry throws an arm over your shoulders.

“So, practise tonight?” 

You chuckled, “I honestly believe that the bludgers are charmed to aim for me,” 

“Yeah! I heard Fred and George speaking to Oliver about practice this morning, they’re rounding up a plan to protect you.”

“Well, obviously!” Harry ruffles your hair, “(Y/n) is probably the best chaser in our team, last time he scored the highest goals.”

“Even if we lost,” You commented, thinking back to the Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor match, “And, yes, Harry I will be at practice tonight, we’ve been practising almost every day in hopes of the trophy, hopefully, you’ll catch the snitch within record time like the last match.”

“Don’t think I’ll be that lucky, mate.”

“Are you avoiding your dad?”

“No.”

“You said that far too quick.”

You looked up from your Charms book, staring at Hermione with an inquisitive look as you shove your lunch in your mouth, in hopes of just avoiding answering her interrogation.

“You’re practically running out at the end of the lesson, it’s been a week since we came back from Easter, did something happened or?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, I’ve been taking your advice, start revision early so I won’t be stressed for the end of year exams. Plus, Gryffindor vs Slytherin game is tomorrow, Oliver has got everyone stressed over this last match.”

“I heard, it’s a make or break situation. I heard both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is coming to support you guys,” Hermione commented, “Wait, stop trying to change the subject.”

“I’m not,” You replied easily, sending her a tight smile, “I was just answering your question, that’s all.”

Hermione narrows her eyes towards you as you shift uncomfortably in her stare, you promptly shut your book as you sat up straight, hoping to have a convincing excuse to leave.

“Remember Monday morning when I said you can tell me anything,” She grabs your hand to keep you seated, “So spill.”

“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” Hermione raised an eyebrow, obviously satisfied that she was correct that something was bothering you as you sighed, your shoulders deflating, “I-”

You pause for a moment, struggling to voice your hurt and doubts to your best friends, she rubs her thumb over the back of your hand. She gives you a reassuring smile and nods to encourage you.

“Do you think my dad hates me?”

Hermione was taken back because that was not something she was expecting. Your hand escapes her grip as your elbows lean against the wooden table and your face buried into the palms of your hands.

“It’s stupid, I-”

“(Y/n)?” You peak through your fingers to look at her, “There is no possible way that can happen, I know this because I see how proud he is when you answer his questions, how you always get the highest graded homework - I’ve read your stuff, it's amazing.”

“I-” You were lost for words, looking miserable as you moved your hands away from your face, “Like I said, it’s stupid.”

Hermione wasn’t convinced, there was more to it, she could tell, “Let me guess, Malfoy said something to you?”

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” You chuckled bitterly, “I can take the crap he gives to me, but, I don’t know, am I burden to my dad? I guess my dad isn’t the well-kept man here and doesn’t get a lot of money, sure, but-”

“(Y/n), the Weasleys have so many children, has taken us two and Harry in multiple times, they don’t get a lot of income and they love their children so much. Why do you think your dad doesn’t do the same?”

“Under certain circumstances,” You shrugged your shoulders, “That you wouldn’t understand!”

“You know if you are thinking like this, you should tell your dad,” Hermione advised as the pair of you finish lunch and start walking to your dad’s lesson.

“And what? If I tell him this, I make him feel bad, on top of that, he doesn’t know I’ve been talking to mum again, he’ll be devastated. I can’t exactly hide the limited make of Moontrimmer broom!”

“Talk it out, it’ll be good for the both of you, especially you.”

You stroll down the great hall with Harry walking the other side of the table, both sitting down as Saturday morning buzz was filling the room for the Quidditch game.

“Oliver is practically buzzing that his two best players are riding the best brooms.”

“You have the better one, Harry,” You commented, tugging your jersey, “I still think playing with a jersey and without the cape is better.”

“At least it has our names on the back of it.”

The pair of you smile at each other as Fred and George squash Harry in between them as Angelina and Katie sat by your side. All six of you laughing and preparing for the match, last minute going over plans.

“We better get out there.”

You glance over to your dad, finding out he was already looking at you. He gives you a smile as you return it, before both girls lifting you out of your seat and patting on the back.

You get to the quidditch changing rooms, everyone bracing the typical Oliver Wood’s infamous speeches as everyone makes their way to the seats for the biggest game of the year for Hogwarts.

“200 points to draw, more to win, no pressure at all,” You hummed as you tilt your head in each side.

Bouncing your shoulders, relieving stress as you gripped your broom by your side. You pat Harry’s shoulder as he sends you a reassuring smile.

“No pressure at all.”

The team starts heading to the entrance, Oliver and Harry leading with the twins behind then the girls then lastly you. You all mount your brooms, levitating over the ground as nervous starts to settle in, whilst the doors started to lift up. The team zooms out to pitch.

Hearing screams and cheers from your house, as you settled yourself in between Angelina and Katie, with the twins at their side. Harry hovering above and Oliver at the hoops.

“Now, I want a clean game,” Hootch calls out, “From all of you.”

You scoffed as you watched the bludgers and snitch fly out the box. The snitch swirling around Harry and Draco. Madam Hootch held the quaffle in her hand before putting her whistle in her mouth. 

The whistle blares out as she throws the Quaffle up in the air, quickly you intercept, grabbing the ball before quickly moving to the opposition’s hoop. Quickly passing it to Katie as you get side hit by Marcus Flint, him grunting as you quickly fly higher as you witnessed Katie throw the Quaffle towards Angelina who scores first.

The crowd is in an uproar of cheers for Gryffindor team as Lee Jordan commentates.

The match was as rough as it could get, every Slytherin versus Gryffindor match is always brutal, fouls always making an appearance. This was, in fact, the first time your dad has ever seen you play. Remus hadn’t been big on the sport even when James and Sirius would drag him to their matches. 

He didn’t come to the first one since it was thunder storming, he felt much comfortable sitting in. The Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw was so quick that he hadn’t properly even take a moment to register which one was his son was. 

So, it had been the first time to watch you play and it was the last match for the trophy. And it had to be the dirtiest match yet.

“Look at those clean flying from Lupin!” Lee shouts down the microphone as Remus looks up to find you. 

Watching you fly to catch a Quaffle that was heading towards the teacher stand, the teachers gasping, fearing they will get hit, only to watch you perform a Sloth grip and flawlessly catch the quaffle, rapidly swerving upwards and sitting up straight as you deliver the next twenty points.

“THAT’S ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR-!” Lee Jordan celebrates as Remus finds himself clapping for his son.

You could hear whistle being blown and Lee’s voice drowning out in the background as another foul is given as you hold the Quaffle, only to be smacked into the side by Marcus Flint into one of the stands and the Quaffle flying out of your grip.

“A foul to Slytherin, you think you can bloody-”

“Lee!”

Remus stands up to see if you come back into pitch, McGonagall also by his side.

“Come on,” He could hear her muttering. 

Suddenly, the crowd starts cheering, “And the Gryffindor chasers coming out in the flying V position with (Y/n) in front!” Lee shouts, watching in awe the three chasers promptly steal away the Quaffle, “(Y/n) looking particularly bloody, may I say red does suit the guy.”

You shake your head at the comment as you smacked the Quaffle with your broom, getting winded with a bludger hitting you. Fred coming to your aid as he smacks the bludger into Marcus Flint who avoids it. 

“Your nose is bleeding,” Fred noticed.

“My ribs are broken from the stands,” You replied easily, “I’m just glad I’m not dead.”

Angelina takes another score as Marcus quickly makes a pass to his team and make a score for Slytherin. You could see Oliver seething.

“The scores are currently 40-10, Gryffindor needs 20 points and Harry to catch the snitch if they want to win the trophy!”

The team whizzed around to ensure that Harry had enough points to grab the snitch to win. It was then the Slytherin team upped their dirty tactics as Lucian Bole hits you in the face with the club resulting George to elbow him in the face.

“Can anyone play without fouls this game?” Hootch hollers out, scowling at both teams.

“That’s going to leave a bruise,” You commented to George as you two smirk, diving back into play. 

Bludgers coming after you, one after the other. If Fred wasn’t by your side it would be George. You had performed the Sloth grip many of times to avoid it, you had trained yourself to jump over it and making sure you land on your broom.

But, Bludgers were gunning for you whether they were hit in your direction or not. You were clearly more focused on not getting hit than scoring, as Katie hits another score for Gryffindor. Remus turns to look at McGonagall, who looked equally concerned before sharing a look with Remus. McGonagall looks at Dumbledore.

“Someone has bewitched the Bludgers,” Dumbledore spoke with concern.

“I hadn’t believed Wood when he voiced his concerns,” McGonagall sighs, shaking her head, “He went to Hootch as well, but we didn’t believe it.”

“We cannot stop the game unless both Captains agree and Mr Flint has an agenda against Mr Lupin,” Dumbledore vocalised, watching Gryffindor going up to 70 points to 10.

“If Harry is able to get the snitch, Gryffindor is likely to become this year’s winners,” Lee shouted in excitement, “This hasn’t been done since Charlie Weasley.”

You were too focus what was happening with Harry, all you can hear is insults being thrown from the crowd - especially a very heavy Scottish accent from Professor McGonagall. You can hear the whizzing of Bludgers past you, narrowly missing you.

Taking the penalty, scoring perfectly for another ten, the crowd was up cheering again before boos were being shouted when Slytherin also gains another ten. 

“And Potter catches the golden snitch, meaning Gryffindor wins the match and the tournament with 230 points!”

The game had stopped, letting you and the team zoom to the middle of the pitch as Harry picks up the trophy and handing it to Oliver, who holds it proudly. The crowd goes wild as it wasn’t Slytherin winning again, McGonagall clapping madly, ecstatic as Remus watches you celebrate with your team with a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Bloody hell,” Harry commented to your state, you holding your side with a bruise forming around your eye.

Bloody nose and a cut open lip, you tiredly rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, mate,” 

“(Y/n), you alright?” Oliver asked, allowing the twins to hold the beloved trophy, as he flys towards you and examines you, “You took a beating out there, especially being flung into the stands.”

“Hopefully they’ll examine the bludgers, it’s not the first time this has happened to the Gryffindor team,” You shrugged off the pain, “We all took a heavy beating from them.”

“They always play with their fists, you just got the worst of it,” Oliver declared, all three of you looking down at the box and seeing all the balls packed away but one, “Hang on where’s the other bludger?”

The three of you shot your head up to any flying objects, only to be smacked in the back of the head with the heavy leather Bludger, knocking you out within impact. You fall off your broom, Harry catching your broom as Oliver managed to quickly scoop you up before you had hit the ground.

The three houses too caught up to witness an accident had happened after the game and Oliver lies you down on the grass. Madam Hootch quickly coming to where the Gryffindor team was crowding. 

“Come on mate,” Oliver taps your cheek, only to get no response.

“Out the way!” Hootch calls out, “What’s happened here, Mr Wood?”

“(Y/n) got hit by those bludgers, right in the back of the head, knocked him out,” Oliver explains angrily, “I’m telling you, they’ve done something to those-”

“They’ll be examined, Mr Wood,” She snaps as Madam Pomfrey comes out with a stretcher floating behind.

The celebration with the house and teachers and other wizard spectators halt or at least quiet down at the appearance of a stretcher, out of curiosity they wondered who was going to the hospital wing. 

Remus was not expecting you, out cold on a stretcher, on the way to the Hospital Wing.

You shift in the bed as you blink awake.

“Where am I?” 

“Hospital Wing.”

You jump at the voice, sitting upright immediately and your eyes snapping open to only find your dad by your side, his voice seemed muffled and drowned out as you could only hear the buzzing in your ear.

Groaning you shift yourself into a fetal position, shutting your eyes as you try to focus on trying to hear right. You could feel the gentle hand of your dad as he strokes your hair. When he noticed you had relaxed in his touch, he was convinced that he put you to sleep only to meet your eyes.

“Hey there,” He smiles softly, “How are you feeling?”

“Bad question,” You muttered as Remus chuckles.

“Maybe I can brighten your mood if I say that all the required medicine and potions created by Madam Pomfrey can let you leave later and probably catch up with the Gryffindor celebration party.”

You huff, “Great,”

“You don’t sound happy about that.”

“I am,” You commented, “But, I hate the taste of the potions.”

“You’ll be good as new before you know it, just drink Skele-Gro and your broken bones will be good as new,” Remus hums, “I know the feeling, (Y/n), I know it isn’t the best drink in the world, but it’s best you drink it.”

“At least, I’m not facing Lockheart or I’ll be here all night regrowing bones,” You thankfully remarked as you sat up allowing your dad to hand you the potion, “Can’t I just take the healing spell?”

“Pomfrey explicitly said that would cause more pain for you, I would advise following her advice because between you and me, (Y/n), she terrified me when I was growing up.”

You give him a smile as you gulp down the distasteful liquid that burns down your throat. Moaning as you lie back down as you hand back the bottle, your dad amusingly watching you suffer.

“I’m glad that my pain sends you great enjoyment,”

There was a beat of silence, you had hoped that your dad would let you rest but you had been avoiding him all week, with you in the Hospital Wing, that was not the case.

“(Y/n)?” There was no response from you, “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

Another beat.

“Are you sure about that?” He strokes your hair as you relax, looking into his worried eyes, “You seemed troubled.”

“It’s nothing, I promised you.”

“That’s what Miss Granger said to me that you would say that.”

“Hermione talked to you?”

“She’s expressed her concerns, let’s put it that way,” Remus raised an eyebrow, “I’m your father and if something is bothering you; if someone is bothering you-”

“Am I a burden to you?”

“Wha-huh?”

You sit up, grimacing, “Am I a burden to you?” You repeated to him, “Under our circumstances, I know I’m a bit much and I feel like you could provide for yourself better for yourself when I’m not in the picture.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Plus, I’m not going to be as good as you. The teachers expect so much of me because I share your last name, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing but they are always expecting, I am not as smart as you, I can’t keep up your reputation, I’m ruining the family name.”

“Whoa, hold on there,” Remus paused you as you looked miserable in your self-hatred, “(Y/n), you’re my son, I don’t expect you to be me, to follow my footsteps, I expect you to be better and to be better means that you have to be your own person. I couldn’t do what you do and go out there, playing quidditch. You are not going to ruin the family, you’re making it into your own.”

“But-”

“And, you are never a burden me, you are my son. And, over my dead body, I will not let you fend for yourself in order to provide for myself. Your mother might have abandoned us, and gifting you with money and flashy things - don’t think I haven’t noticed the broom, but I will not abandon you.”

You looked down, your fingers playing with the sheets of the hospital bed. 

“Look at me,” You glance up at your dad, “You’re never a burden, you are my little miracle.”

“I’m not so little anymore dad.”

Remus chuckles, nodding and agreeing, “Yes, you’ll be the same height as me by the end of your fourth year.”

“Yeah,” You breathed out, looking somewhat happier than before.

Remus knows you well enough that you had to dwell on his words before it had sunk in. He pats you on the leg as you give him a smile to reassure him.

“Rest on it, the party later will distract you from your worries, but my door is always open for you.”

“I know dad,” You lie back on the bed.

“Do I want to know who said these things?”

“I never said someone said-” He gives you a pointed look as you looked deflated, “Maybe another time.”

“Alright,” He rubs his thumb on your cheek as you shut your eyes.

He lingers until you properly fall asleep, glancing at your sleeping state and smiling to himself. Sometimes, it gets to him, that he’s an actual father. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed to be blessed by the best son anyone could ask for.

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

4, 8, 11 for the writing asks?

Thank you so much for the ask!! These are such good questions, even though the second one was challenging to answer--my first thought was “My favorite dialogue? Do I write dialogue? Why can’t I think of any dialogue?” 

also sorry this is so long

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

TOO MANY!!! I have so many WIPs and ideas jotted down. Sequels to current fics, epilogues to other fics. New ideas. I have about 10-12 pending ideas on my list, in various stages of completion. I will share that I have a Harry Potter slightly crack one in the works and a Regency AU pending.

For example, here’s a snippet of the running list on my phone:

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I’m going to post a few, if that’s ok, for different reasons. 

First one is from my fic Can’t Find My Way Home. It was a tender moment of revealing a long standing love of Simon from Baz and it was supposed to be awkward and romantic and vulnerable and I was proud of how it came together with their back and forth. 

Chapter 7-CFMWH, Simon POV:

“Alright, I know I was a complete wanker at school.”

I snort. “No argument there.”

Baz darts a sidelong look at me. “Yes, well.” He takes a deep breath and then exhales a rush of air without speaking. He frowns and glances at me again. “This is going to sound ridiculous.”

 “Don’t care. Come on. Spill. For someone who’s in such a rush to get to the airport, you’re taking far too long giving a simple explanation now.” It’s exhilarating to see him so uncertain. I’m usually the one tripping over my words. I tug on his hand, reminding him that I’m holding it. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand, closes his eyes and takes another breath. “Fine. Yes, I was a wanker, I’ll admit that.” His eyes stay closed. “I’m a bit of a prick in general, even Dev and Niall won’t argue that point, but I was quite a prick to you, Simon.” His chews on his bottom lip and I’m dazed at this side of Baz I’ve never seen before. 

This reluctant, hesitant side of him.

It doesn’t last long. 

“Oh, fuck it all.” His eyebrows come together and he turns to look at me, lips in a thin line and forehead creased. Alright. This is more like the Baz I know. It still makes me want to smile though. “There’s no good way to say this so I’ll just come out with it.” 

His fingers squeeze mine painfully hard. “I’ve liked you for so long, Simon. Maybe even from the first day we met.” He shakes his head at what must be my no-doubt incredulous expression. “Let me just finish. I can’t believe I’m actually confessing to this. You asked for an explanation and I’m doing my best to give you one, painfully mortifying as it may be.”

 His frown shifts to something softer, but more troubled and uncertain. “Simon, you were all I could think about. By fifth year, you were in my thoughts day and night, even when I was home for the holidays. I never wanted you to know. I’d no hope you’d like me that way.” His brow furrows again. “You were Simon Snow, the boy everyone liked, the gorgeous, straight boy all the girls swooned over. The Headmaster’s chosen one.” His eyes flick away from me. “I was the posh arsehole everyone disliked.” 

I tug on his hand. “Baz, the girls swooned over you far more than they swooned over anyone else.” It was true. Even Agatha had a crush on Baz. That was one of the reasons I’d disliked him. How could I ever measure up to Baz? “Fuck, Baz. Even I thought you were fit.” 

His eyebrows go straight up to his hairline and it’s my turn to blush. “What?”

 I roll my eyes. “You heard me.” 

Baz’s features settle into a look I know well, one eyebrow arched and he repeats my own words back to me. “I want to hear you say it again.” There’s a quirk to his lips now. 

“Arsehole.” 

“No argument on that.” He’s grinning now, the tosser. How did he turn things around like this? This was his confession, not mine. Bloody hell. He’s always managed to get me tripping over my own words. That’s not changed. 

“I said I thought you were fit.” I mumble the words, face flaming now. “Still do, you fucking twat.” 

“I’ve thought you were fit since I first figured out what that meant, Simon.” His smile becomes fond. “Still do.” Baz’s hand reaches up, fingers tracing my jawline. “I had such a hopeless crush on you, Simon Snow. I was so certain it was to be forever unrequited. I did everything I could to make you hate me, in the hopes of making myself hate you in return.” He leans closer. “I never managed to do that.” His lips crash into mine and it’s electric, the touch of him sending shivers through me, his fingertips leaving trails of heat along my face, my jaw, my neck. 

I’m breathless by the time he pulls back. 

“I suppose it’s never too late to apologize?” he asks. 

“I’m due eight years of apologies, Baz.” My heart is pounding in my chest. “If that’s how you intend to apologize then I mean to make sure you account for every single day.” 

This one is from my COMB fic Bad Case of Loving You, a medical Carry On AU. I’m proud of it because it’s funny and full of word play and it made me laugh out loud while I was typing it. This is a Baz POV. 

“What the fuck are you doing in here, Snow?”

“You called me Simon before.” He’s obviously still half asleep, the numpty.

“I most certainly did not. What the bloody hell are you doing in my call room and what the fuck did you do with my bed? Why on earth does it look like some boy scout barracks in here?”

Simon rubs his hand over his face and then scrabbles at his hair. “Mage. Didn’t you get the email?”

“What email?”

Snow yawns before answering. I can’t take my eyes off the line of his neck as he does. “The one about the A&E call rooms.”

“Why would I read an email about the fucking A&E call rooms?”

He squints at me. “Because it came from the chief administrator?”

I snort. “Spare me, Snow. Mage’s emails are bombastic diatribes or buzzword gibberish. I’ll pass.”

“Well, if you’d read it you’d know he combined the A&E call rooms with the surgical ones. For efficiency. He’s using our old call room for some administrative office now.”

“Fuck his efficiencies. You’re in my fucking call room, Snow.”

He sits up now, eyes narrowed as he glares at me, chin jutting out. Fuck, I know this expression.

“It’s our fucking call room now, Baz.”

“I think the hell not.”

Snow shrugs and sinks back down on the bed. “Check your emails next time. Now kindly fuck off and let me go back to sleep. I’ve only got a few hours before I have to relieve Gareth.”

“You fuck off, Snow. Get out of my bed. You’re the intruder here. If anyone’s going to get the bottom bunk it’s me. You want to sleep, then you take the top bunk. Now move.”

“Oh come off it, Baz. I’m already here. You take the top.”

“Snow. I’m not going to say this again. Shove off.”

“I don’t want to be on top. Christ, Baz, I’m always on the bottom. Don’t make me be on top.”

“Since when are you on the bottom? I didn’t even know there were bunks until two minutes ago.”

“It’s been weeks. I always take the bottom. Don’t like being up on top.”

“Well, you can bloody well get used to it. Fuck it, Snow, I’m knackered and I don’t want to be arguing when I could be sleeping. Move!”

“I’d think you’d prefer being on top, you can sleep anywhere. I’ve seen you sleep in a fucking chair, for Christ’s sake. I’m more comfortable on the bottom.”

“So am I!” I can’t believe I’m having an argument about bunks with this moron. I glare at him and he glares right back.

“Snow.”

“Baz.”

“Honestly, I don’t care what you prefer, top or bottom. You’re in my fucking bed, in my fucking call room, so kindly fuck right off and let me get some rest. I’m on the bottom and that’s the end of it.”

Snow’s still glaring but his face is all flushed now and he’s not meeting my eyes anymore, his gaze directed somewhere behind me.

I’m weighing the option of dragging him out of the bed versus the ignominy of letting him win and taking the top bunk myself, when my face starts to heat up, as the echo of my words repeats itself in my brain.

Oh fucking hell. I’m know I’m blushing furiously. I hadn’t realized how suggestive that whole exchange was and now I can think of nothing else.

If Snow’s face is any indication he’s in the same predicament. I just want this to be over. I can’t look at him anymore, I’m so mortified.

“Fine. Be obstinate. I’m getting some sleep.” I find the ladder and climb up to the top bunk with as much dignity as I can muster.

“You left the light on, you prat.”

“Not my problem, Snow.”

“Wanker.” I hear him shuffle to his feet, grumbling his way to the light switch. He flips the switch with more aggression than necessary then stomps his way back to the lower bunk.

I can hear him toss and turn. He huffs and shifts again. “Would you kindly shut up, Snow? Go the fuck to sleep.”

“It’s too hot.”

“Christ, I am speaking to Mage about this as soon as he’s back in the office. This call room situation is unacceptable. I cannot be expected to share a space with someone like you.”

“I could say the same.” Snow’s growling now.

“I’m not the one whinging and rustling and being an inordinately loud mouth breather.”

“Fuck off.”

11. Is writing your passion of just a fun hobby?

It’s a bit of both really. I’ve been writing since I was a kid. My first attempt at fanfic (long before I even knew what fanfic was) was a Battlestar Galactica story that I wrote when I was 12. I dabbled in creative writing for a while but then really gave it up in college. I didn’t really discover online fan fiction until I had surgery on my ankle a few years ago. My daughter had friends writing Marvel fanfic at that time and she was reading their stuff so I thought I’d check it out, to see what that was all about. And then I fell down the rabbit hole of Tolkien fanfic and it became a very steady hobby. A hobby that brought back the passion I have and always have had for writing. I’ve written quite a lot of Tolkien fic. I then started writing Yuri on Ice fic a year or so later. I started writing Carry On fanfic in Aug 2018 and it’s been truly a passion for me to return to writing after so many years away from it. Would I love to write a book someday? Yes, I truly would. Do I have ideas for something like that? Yes, I do. Do I indulge in writing fanfic as both a fun hobby and an intensely passionate desire to write–I most certainly do!

[fixitfest]

Master List - Reveals

At long last, here are your reveals!

DAY ONE TITLE: They Said There Were Chances CREATOR: shessocold RATING: T WORD COUNT: 6156 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin/Caradoc Dearborn CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Caradoc Dearborn, Minerva McGonagall ADDITIONAL TAGS: Jealousy, One Night Stands, Getting Back Together, Bisexual Male Character, Kissing, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), First War with Voldemort, Ex Sex, Best Friends, Happy Ending, Gay Male Character, Spare Prick, Doesn't matter had sex READ IT ON AO3: They Said There Were Chances DAY TWO TITLE: They did it CREATOR: aryastark_valarmorghulis RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3249 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black ADDITIONAL TAGS: Smut, Canon Compliant, spans multiple eras, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), First War with Voldemort, Lie Low At Lupin's (Harry Potter), Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Sex, a lot of it READ IT ON AO3: They did it DAY THREE TITLE: I'll Start A Riot CREATOR: Purplechimera RATING:T WORD COUNT:2039 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Fenrir Greyback (mentioned), James Potter (mentioned), Lily Evans Potter (mentioned), Albus Dumbledore, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley (mentioned), Dementors (Harry Potter) ADDITIONAL TAGS: Song fic, Angst, Azkaban, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence READ IT ON AO3:I'll Start A Riot DAY FOUR TITLE: Coverup CREATOR: Per request, still anonymous RATING: T WORD COUNT: 3159 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, minor Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks - Relationship CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoo Artist Sirius, Tattoo Artist James, Implied/Referenced Cheating, some totally professional betting, Bets, Meet-Ugly, accidental tonks bashing, R/S Fix It Fest 2019 READ IT ON AO3: Coverup DAY FIVE TITLE: Search and Destroy: AKA Punk Rock Boyfriends Save the World CREATOR: FivePips RATING: E WORD COUNT: 32009 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Peter Pettigrew, Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter ADDITIONAL TAGS: Post-War, Post-First War with Voldemort, Horcruxes, Horcrux Hunting, Flirting, Banter, First Meetings, Remus Lupin Never Went to Hogwarts, Sirius Black Never Went to Azkaban, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well for the most part, Death Eaters, Travel, Greece, Former Soviet Union, Humor, Falling In Love, Bottom Sirius Black, Top Remus Lupin, Mystery, Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, bad innuendos, Mentions nightmares, Past Child, Abuse, Punk but soft Remus, 1980s, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, All the Potters are alive, Playlist, playlist included READ IT ON AO3: Search and Destroy: AKA Punk Rock Boyfriends Save the World DAY SIX TITLE: (it was never an option to be) on the verge of losing you again CREATOR: kurojiri RATING: G WORD COUNT: 4683 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Second Chances, Marauders, Canonical Character Death, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Gryffindor & Slytherin Inter-House Friendships, First War with Voldemort, Happy Ending READ IT ON AO3: (it was never an option to be) on the verge of losing you again DAY SEVEN TITLE: 120 Days CREATOR: bshiat RATING: M WORD COUNT: 6281 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fix It, Fix It 2019, angst with happy ending READ IT ON AO3: 120 Days DAY EIGHT TITLE: I Think I Want to Marry You CREATOR: Feisty_Slytherin RATING: T WORD COUNT: 2669 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Fenrir Greyback, Lucius Malfoy, Neville Longbottom ADDITIONAL TAGS: Battle of Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Temporary Character Death, BAMF Narcissa Black Malfoy, Some Fluff, Some angst, Sirius lived, Sirius Lives, RS Fix It Fest 2019, happy endings all around, I love Narcissa, I'm on the fence about Lucius, Draco/Harry is only mentioned READ IT ON AO3: I Think I Want to Marry You DAY NINE TITLE: Might be Worth it CREATOR: Ellejabell RATING: T WORD COUNT: 3769 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew ADDITIONAL TAGS: roller skating, Stripping, slight moment of dub con, it's a kiss and a misunderstanding, they work it out, Spoiler Alert - Freeform READ IT ON AO3: Might be Worth it DAY TEN TITLE: Going Back for Love CREATOR: jennandblitz RATING: E WORD COUNT: 27403 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, Minor Characters ADDITIONAL TAGS: Deviates From Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Everyone Is Alive, First War with Voldemort, Halloween 1981 Doesn't Happen, First War with Voldemort Divergence, Time Skips, Non-Linear Narrative, Flashbacks, Fix-It, Depression, vague suicidal ideations, Explicit Sexual Content, Frottage, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Recreational Drug Use READ IT ON AO3: Going Back for Love DAY ELEVEN TITLE: Sunrise CREATOR: JanuaryGrey(Jan3693) RATING: T WORD COUNT: 5937 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black ADDITIONAL TAGS: Sirius Black Free from Azkaban, Sirius Black Gets A Trial, Sirius moves in with Remus, reconnecting, Repressed Feelings, Sharing a Bed, Post-Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence READ IT ON AO3: Sunrise DAY TWELVE TITLE: Motorcycles CREATOR: ashes_and_ashes RATING: Creator chose not to rate this work WORD COUNT: 1377 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Sirius Black's Motorbike, Remus Lupin ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fluff, wolfstar, Fix It Fest, wolfstar fluff READ IT ON AO3: Motorcycles DAY THIRTEEN TITLE: Redemption CREATOR: Gooseberrybrains RATING: E WORD COUNT: 11658 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort ADDITIONAL TAGS: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, First War with Voldemort, Secret Keeper, Frottage, Blow Jobs, hiding out, Betrayal, Sacrifice, Minor Violence, use of unforgiveables, some torture, But it's Mild READ IT ON AO3:Redemption DAY FOURTEEN TITLE: Ride the Wild Wind CREATOR: everyoneinspaceisgay RATING: T WORD COUNT: 2113 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lyall Lupin, Albus Dumbledore ADDITIONAL TAGS: Canon Compliant, happy/hopeful ending, Lie Low At Lupin's (Harry Potter), argument, Some angst, Alcohol, mentions HIV/AIDS crisis, Queen (Band) References, Remus Swears A Lot READ IT ON AO3: Ride the Wild Wind DAY FIFTEEN TITLE: Timing is Crewcial CREATOR: stevie_RST RATING: G WORD COUNT: 5286 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew ADDITIONAL TAGS: Modern Marauders (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Sports, Alternate Universe - College/University, Rowing AU, Rowing, Alternate Universe - Rowing, Gryffindor versus Slytherin a la the Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race READ IT ON AO3: Timing is Crewcial TITLE: Indefinable Places CREATOR: retheghost RATING: T WORD COUNT: 5669 PAIRING: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter ADDITIONAL TAGS: Post-First War with Voldemort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Sort Of, Happy Ending READ IT ON AO3: Indefinable Places

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Why can't I hold all these cool stories?

CURRENT CRAVINGS: Please see this GDoc, because I have some plots I’d like to try! I’m primarily interested in original plots and characters; setting them in original worlds or fandom worlds is fine. I am not interested in playing canons other than as side characters/world filler as of right now.

DISCORD: KYLO REN AT CHILI’S#8808

  PERSONAL PREFERENCES

I’m over eighteen, and would prefer my partners are, too. This doesn’t mean I’m interested in NSFW-heavy plots; I do not write smut. It just means I’m more comfortable writing and interacting with other adults.

I consider myself to be lit-adv. I tend to enjoy partners in the lit+ category, but as long as you’re an enthusiastic and engaging partner, I don’t care about perfect grammar. I would rather write with someone just as involved and excited as I am, than I would with someone who isn't very engaging but knows exactly what to do with obscure punctuation.

I’m not interested in playing only one type of character or playing against only one type of character. I typically don’t enjoy writing with people who are only interested in playing one type of relationship dynamic or one kind of character (such as only m/f, playing the female, or m/m, playing the “bottom”). I have no problem with these dynamics or characters at all, nor do I have an issue playing against them. I just prefer more variety, compromise, and opportunity.

 OOC chatter is really important to me. I can’t write with someone that I don’t feel like I can get to know. I’m looking for friends, not a faceless reply robot. I won’t communicate over any medium but Discord. I've tried Kik, Hangouts, etc.; they just don't stick for me. If you would prefer first contact be through email, you can shoot me a quick message and your handle to jordrps@gmail.com.

I’m fine with threading in a GDoc or a server, but I will not thread over DMs. It’s difficult to have OOC chatter and the thread over the top of each other.

If you're looking for a partner that writes a reply a day without fail, that's not me. I prefer that we don't have "posting schedules” or set posting times, because I find that it turns writing into a chore. It's great if you reply immediately, and it's totally okay if you need a week to figure something out! You’re absolutely free to poke me. I’m not always the most mindful. However, I’m not going to reply every day. Three to four times a week is my frequency.

  PLOT PREFERENCES

I’m interested in both fandom and original settings, and I’m down for playing both canon characters and OCs. I don’t necessarily prefer one or the other. 

I definitely prefer canon doubling from my partners in fandom plots; I mesh better with people who do a little give-and-take when it comes to that. If you only play one canon character or only play OCs against canons and won’t play canons, I don’t think we’ll work.

I can play as many characters as needed, whether it's just one or it's six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

I’m absolutely interested in joining groups, so please don’t be shy about asking me to participate in plots with more than two players. So long as they don’t involve me writing sexual NSFW, we’re Gucci; everyone else writing NSFW isn’t a deal breaker for me.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can't stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don't be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it's because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you're interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

  FANDOMS

I’m very much a fandom player. I’m always down for AUs, or inserting our own characters into the plots of fandoms! This is in no way a complete list; never be afraid to ask if I’m into something! I’ve probably forgotten a hundred things I love. 

Most of my fandoms will have favorite canon characters listed with them, both who I like playing and playing against; you’re always welcome to ask about others not listed.* There’s a good chance I’m pretty good with them!

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

  ALWAYS

The Bartimaeus Trilogy (Nathaniel, Kitty Jones, and Bartimaeus), DC (any Titan, Jinx, Arthur Curry, Steve Trevor, Circe, and Diana Prince), Elder Scrolls (player canons and/or OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Fallout: New Vegas and 4 (Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, R.J. MacCready, Arthur Maxson, Veronica Santangelo, Cait, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, and player canons), Game of Thrones (Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Ramsay Bolton, and Willas Tyrell), His Dark Materials (OCs preferred), Hunger Games (OCs preferred), Inception (Arthur, and Eames, but OCs preferred), Marvel (Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Miles Morales, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Gwen Stacy, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kitty Pryde, and Megan Gwynn), Miraculous Ladybug (Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste), The Mortal Instruments (Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, and Alec Lightwood), Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Will Solace, Piper McLean, and Leo Valdez), Star Trek (Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, S'chn T'gai Spock, and Pavel Chekov), Star Wars (Obi Wan Kenobi, Jacen Solo, Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Mara Jade Skywalker, Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Luke Skywalker, Boba Fett, Sintas Vel, and Ahsoka Tano), The Walking Dead (Glenn Rhee, and Negan), Warriors (Firestar, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather, and Hawkfrost)

  SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I'll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

  NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl's Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

  GENRES

For the most part, I’ll genuinely play most any genre! Of course, everyone says that, but then they shoot down all your suggestions because everyone has stuff they don’t like doing. I’ll try to make this as brief as I can, and know that if something isn’t listed, but you’re pretty sure (based on everything else) that I’m into it, then definitely let me know what you’re thinking!

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi" plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

arranged marriage (I’m always down for slinging our characters together, whether or not they want to. It’s always a bonus if their families hate each other.), enemies to lovers (I love conflict of any sort, especially romantic!), human x not-human (The not-human must be sentient.), bad guy x good guy, intellectual x emotional, captive x captured (especially when the captured is willful, annoying, and full of fight), step-siblings (I don’t play step-parents x step-kids, so please don’t ask!), status/power imbalances (such as characters being from different socioeconomic strata or different ranks/positions in an organization), celebrity x bodyguard (I’m okay with the celebrity being the son/daughter/offspring of someone famous!), famous x not famous, rivals of any sort, unwilling traveling companions, unwilling soulmates

  If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I'm really looking forward to hearing from you!

[rp-dreamland]

Why can't I hold all these cool stories?

CURRENT CRAVINGS: Please see this GDoc, because I have some plots I’d like to try! I’m primarily interested in original plots and characters; setting them in original worlds or fandom worlds is fine. I am not interested in playing canons other than as side characters/world filler as of right now.

DISCORD: KYLO REN AT CHILI’S#8808

TIMEZONE: CST

PERSONAL PREFERENCES

I’m over eighteen, and would prefer my partners are, too. This doesn’t mean I’m interested in NSFW-heavy plots; I do not write smut. It just means I’m more comfortable writing and interacting with other adults. 

I consider myself to be lit-adv. I tend to enjoy partners in the lit+ category, but as long as you’re an enthusiastic and engaging partner, I don’t care about perfect grammar. I would rather write with someone just as involved and excited as I am, than I would with someone who isn’t very engaging but knows exactly what to do with obscure punctuation.

I’m not interested in playing only one type of character or playing against only one type of character. I typically don’t enjoy writing with people who are only interested in playing one type of relationship dynamic or one kind of character (such as only m/f, playing the female, or m/m, playing the “bottom”). I have no problem with these dynamics or characters at all, nor do I have an issue playing against them. I just prefer more variety, compromise, and opportunity.

 OOC chatter is really important to me. I can’t write with someone that I don’t feel like I can get to know. I’m looking for friends, not a faceless reply robot. I won’t communicate over any medium but Discord. I’ve tried Kik, Hangouts, etc.; they just don’t stick for me. If you would prefer first contact be through email, you can shoot me a quick message and your handle to jordrps@gmail.com.

I’m fine with threading in a GDoc or a server, but I will not thread over DMs. It’s difficult to have OOC chatter and the thread over the top of each other.

If you’re looking for a partner that writes a reply a day without fail, that’s not me. I prefer that we don’t have “posting schedules” or set posting times, because I find that it turns writing into a chore. It’s great if you reply immediately, and it’s totally okay if you need a week to figure something out! You’re absolutely free to poke me. I’m not always the most mindful. However, I’m not going to reply every day. Three to four times a week is my frequency.

PLOT PREFERENCES

I’m interested in both fandom and original settings, and I’m down for playing both canon characters and OCs. I don’t necessarily prefer one or the other. 

I definitely prefer canon doubling from my partners in fandom plots; I mesh better with people who do a little give-and-take when it comes to that. If you only play one canon character or only play OCs against canons and won’t play canons, I don’t think we’ll work.

I can play as many characters as needed, whether it’s just one or it’s six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

I’m absolutely interested in joining groups, so please don’t be shy about asking me to participate in plots with more than two players. So long as they don’t involve me writing sexual NSFW, we’re Gucci; everyone else writing NSFW isn’t a deal breaker for me.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can’t stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don’t be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it’s because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you’re interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

FANDOMS

I’m very much a fandom player. I’m always down for AUs, or inserting our own characters into the plots of fandoms! This is in no way a complete list; never be afraid to ask if I’m into something! I’ve probably forgotten a hundred things I love. 

Most of my fandoms will have favorite canon characters listed with them, both who I like playing and playing against; you’re always welcome to ask about others not listed.* There’s a good chance I’m pretty good with them!

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

ALWAYS

The Bartimaeus Trilogy (Nathaniel, Kitty Jones, and Bartimaeus), DC (any Titan, Jinx, Arthur Curry, Steve Trevor, Circe, and Diana Prince), Elder Scrolls (player canons and/or OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Fallout: New Vegas and 4 (Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, R.J. MacCready, Arthur Maxson, Veronica Santangelo, Cait, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, and player canons), Game of Thrones (Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Ramsay Bolton, and Willas Tyrell), His Dark Materials (OCs preferred), Hunger Games (OCs preferred), Inception (Arthur, and Eames, but OCs preferred), Marvel (Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Miles Morales, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Gwen Stacy, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kitty Pryde, and Megan Gwynn), Miraculous Ladybug (Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste), The Mortal Instruments (Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, and Alec Lightwood), Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Will Solace, Piper McLean, and Leo Valdez), Star Trek (Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, S'chn T'gai Spock, and Pavel Chekov), Star Wars (Obi Wan Kenobi, Jacen Solo, Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Mara Jade Skywalker, Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Luke Skywalker, Boba Fett, Sintas Vel, and Ahsoka Tano), The Walking Dead (Glenn Rhee, and Negan), Warriors (Firestar, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather, and Hawkfrost)

SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I’ll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl’s Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

GENRES

For the most part, I’ll genuinely play most any genre! Of course, everyone says that, but then they shoot down all your suggestions because everyone has stuff they don’t like doing. I’ll try to make this as brief as I can, and know that if something isn’t listed, but you’re pretty sure (based on everything else) that I’m into it, then definitely let me know what you’re thinking!

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi” plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), Southern gothic, supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

arranged marriage (I’m always down for slinging our characters together, whether or not they want to. It’s always a bonus if their families hate each other.), enemies to lovers (I love conflict of any sort, especially romantic!), human x not-human (The not-human must be sentient.), bad guy x good guy, intellectual x emotional, captive x captured (especially when the captured is willful, annoying, and full of fight), step-siblings (I don’t play step-parents x step-kids, so please don’t ask!), status/power imbalances (such as characters being from different socioeconomic strata or different ranks/positions in an organization), celebrity x bodyguard (I’m okay with the celebrity being the son/daughter/offspring of someone famous!), famous x not famous, rivals of any sort, unwilling traveling companions, unwilling soulmates

If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I’m really looking forward to hearing from you!

[mormonmommyphilosopher-blog]

My Abuser

I have gone back and forth for years about whether I ever wanted to share about my abuse in my blog. Today, while eating breakfast, it hit me, and I realized that I needed to. Not just for myself, but for anybody whom is currently going through what I am, or maybe is still being abused and doesn't know what to do about it.

My abuser, like most, was someone very close to me—a family member and someone I felt very connected to. However, the relationship was toxic, and was for my whole life. Only 3 and ½ years ago did I finally face my abuse, and my abuser, and end the relationship. The abuse was going on for over 21 years. And before it started with me, it happened with someone else—until that person realized she was being abused and got out of the situation—and then it transferred to me.

So much of what kept me from sharing my abuse story, is that sexual abuse, like mental illness, is still something that is taboo to talk about. But here we are.

To start, my sexual abuse was not all physical. To clarify beyond that, the abuse wasn't even physical molestation. My abuser molested me mentally and emotionally, by talking about my body, in teasing, joking, and praising my physical beauty—my breasts, my “voluptuous” shape, my sex appeal, and also about his body—how well-endowed he was, his sexual experiences, what turned him on, etc.

The physical touch only accompanied the verbal abuse—resting his hands on my waist/hips, rubbing and squeezing my things, and hugging me so tight that my breasts pressed hard against his chest. The last straw with the physical touch was at a family Thanksgiving party.

At every chance he got to hug me, I was sitting down, and he would slide his right hand, fingers spread, groping, all the way up my left thigh to my bottom. My husband, Jack, watched in horror as this person was grooming him to see how far he could push the limits without Jack intervening.

However, because this person was so loved and defended by me my whole life, Jack never reacted. Only after I was sobbing on the way home from the party and couldn't let Jack even put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, did he tell me that I needed to tell this person how I felt.

The rest of the way home from the party in Perry, Ut to our home in Layton, half an hour away, I spent my time writing a letter over social media messenger to this person about how I felt. I told him how uncomfortable I was and about how I couldn't even let my husband touch me because I was so upset. My letter was met with an apology that I felt the way that I did, but that those were not his intentions and that he only ever had the purest intentions toward me.  

After this incident, I decided to speak to a therapist to help me figure out what to do. Especially where, not only was this family member sexually abusing me, but had started grooming my 3 year old daughter.

At parties or visits, he would take my beautiful, little blonde, blue eyed daughter away from the group so that he could be with her alone—whether it was in her room, outside, or another room in the house, he wanted to be alone with her, and felt entitled to be.

Not only this, but the dirty jokes and teasing about my body started coming out while my daughter was around. He doted on her. He gave her gifts. He praised her for everything she did. He posted pictures of her on social media of them spending time together and about how beautiful she was and about how they must be kindred spirits and must have known each other in the previous life, etc.. Anything that I ever posted about her on social media, he would go on and on about her to the point that several people reached out to me and my husband to be wary of the way he was acting toward our daughter and that it wasn't normal.

For awhile, when my daughter was about 18 months old, I went back to work and even let my abuser babysit her, even though I knew what he was capable of. I don't know why I trusted that he wouldn't do anything to her, but these narcissistic abusers are very capable of persuasion, making your fears about them seem petty, and even that you, yourself, are the one in the wrong. There's a word for that—it's called “gaslighting.”

I still beat myself up for letting my abuser tend my little daughter, and then just letting him be around her for as long as I did in general. I don't know if he ever touched her, and there have never been any indications, that I noticed, that she was ever abused. Regardless, I will still never forgive myself for letting him be alone with her.

Four months after the Thanksgiving incident, I finally wrote my abuser a letter to cut ties with him. Before you read on, be aware that it is somewhat graphic. I have edited to censor names.

March 11, 2018

It is with so much pain and sorrow that I begin this letter. I'm not even really sure where to start. After months of deliberation, the last two weeks of discussions with my therapist, making lists, soul searching, scripture study, prayer, and the last two days of an emotional breakdown of battling my strong answer given weeks ago from my Heavenly Father versus my natural, temporal emotions, I have come to the very difficult decision to ask you to no longer be a part of mine or my family's lives.

I never want to see you again. And it's not because I hate you. Lord, help me! It's because I love you so much! I love you unconditionally. And I know that if I saw you, all of the good times would come flooding back, and I would want to change my mind! But as much as I love you, I have to remember my first priority. And that is to my family. To my little girl and being her parent. Her protection is my responsibility.

After what happened this last Thanksgiving, among other things, all of the memories of you saying and doing inappropriate things started resurfacing in my mind. I decided that I really needed to talk to a therapist about it. I've talked to Jack and a couple of close friends about some of the things that you have done in the past and none of them have been able to understand why I keep seeing you and especially why I keep taking risks with [my daughter]. I think Jack has always just trusted my judgment and figured that I would keep [my daughter] safe and not let you and [my daughter] be alone together. But when he found out that you like to have “one on one” time with her as often as you do, that really worried him.

From an early age you exposed me to a lot of sexual information. You let me watch sex scenes on TV and in movies. You told me about the birds and the bees in graphic detail. Once, right after I sneezed when I was a little girl, you told me that sneezing was an eighth of an orgasm. You told me what the “get yourself a spin cycle” joke meant from the movie “The Great Outdoors” when I hadn't even asked what it meant. You told me a story of a lady who used to put peanut butter on her vagina and let her dog lick it off in her kitchen and one time her husband and all of their mutual friends walked in on her. 

You told me that you had the biggest penis of all of your brothers and then told me whom ranked next all the way down the line. You told me that I had a “gum drop” nose and when I didn't understand what you meant, you explained it to me that it meant it looked like the head of a penis. You showed me a container of something once, and told me that that was how big your penis was.

 When I was in the third grade, I tried on some new pants and you told me that my butt looked good in them and that all the boys in my class would like how good my butt looked in them. After puberty you talked about how I had a nice heart shaped butt, and big boobs like my mom. Since then, most of the inappropriate talk has been about my breasts and their size. How I'm a “poor girl” because I have my “mom's curse.” “Ample food supply for [my daughter],” etc..

 When I was about 16, [my sister] and I were changing in the blue room at Grandma's house, and [my brother] was being a punk and kept knocking on the door to bug us, but we kept shouting at him to tell him that we were changing, when all of a sudden someone barged in. We thought it was [my brother], but it was you. Later you said that you didn't see anything except for my butt and the side of my boob.

 You told Me and [my sister] that you “knew” that I shaved “downstairs” and that she didn't when we were teenagers. There are many other situations, but these are just a few of the examples off the top of my head.

 You have also touched/rubbed my thighs on many occasions. It used to really bother [my high school sweetheart] and now it really bothers Jack. I have asked you stop both the inappropriate talk and touch before and you haven't. Not only that, but you have switched the issue back onto me as if I am the one with a touching/privacy problem—that I am just a “private person.” 

I won't mention all of the other things that I have heard that have happened with [the person you abused before me], [my sister], and with [my brother] on the matter of sexual inappropriateness. This is not what this letter is about, however I think that they are some things that you should personally reflect on and try to repent for. 

Again, I love you unconditionally. I've obviously been able to overlook all of those things up until this point because we have continued to have a close relationship where we talk and visit each other on a regular basis. But what happened on Thanksgiving shook me to my core. Not only was your hand continually sliding up my thigh with every hug you gave me, but there was also the fact that Jack saw what was going on, noticed how upset that I was, but didn't feel like he could do anything about it because of how much I get after him about needing to be nice to you. I cried the whole way home, and couldn't let Jack touch me at all for the rest of the night.

 I will always remember the good times, I promise. I will remember watching Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings with you. I will remember our discussions about books and music and movies. I will remember the camping, hunting, and fishing trips. I will remember all of the special, little, nice things that you've done for me, [my daughter], and Jack.

 I will remember all of the choir concerts and programs that you've come to. Don't think for a second that I have forgotten all of these things! I have shed so many tears in coming to this decision. And I know you love [my daughter]. I know you love her so much. And I am so so sorry. But I am doing what I believe is best for her. Because you care about her so much, I know that you will understand me doing everything that I think is necessary to keep her safe. My heart is as heavy as I can ever remember it being right now.

I love you so much. And I always, always will.

McKell

My letter was met with anger--accusing me of being crazy and a liar. I was told that no one would believe me, that I knew what I was doing was wrong and that it would break my grandma's heart to know that I could do such a thing.

I took his response as confirmation that I was absolutely doing the right thing. Not only was my abuser a pedophile and a sexual pervert, but a narcissist as well. And even just getting out of a relationship with a narcissist is a healthy step in the right direction.

I meant to keep the situation quiet and continue to have relationships with the rest of my family members on that side of the family, but my abuser took the matter to as many family members as he could and tried to convince them of my insanity and dishonesty. It breaks my heart to say that very few believed me, and that most everyone took his side, and I was ostracized from my family. Does it hurt like hell? Yes. Do I regret it? No. I know with all my heart that I did the right thing. I know that I'm protecting myself and both my now 6 year old daughter, and my 2 year old daughter as well.

About 6 months to a year after I cut ties with my abuser, he got in trouble for child pornography. At that point, a few people who were on the fence about whether to believe me or not, decided to believe me. However, surprisingly, so many people still believed him over me, even though I had never done anything to make them think I would lie about something so serious, and he actually has a track record of dishonesty, laziness, and stealing, among other things.

If anyone who has read this is going through what I've gone through, I am so sorry and I feel for you. Keep going. Know that you're doing the best thing for you and that is perfectly alright. If anyone who has read this and is currently being abused, I urge you to get out of that toxic relationship/situation. It might be so hard, and even life altering, but you're life will be so much healthier. You will feel safer. You will be happier, I promise you.

McKell Hadlock

[mulifandombea-blog]

Harry Potter x Reader

note. takes place in year four.

warnings. cursing.

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» Your POV «

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were trying to figure out what the second task was for the Triwizard Tournament, as it was tomorrow — well, Ron was snoring. I sat next to my best friend, Harry, rubbing his back comfortingly as we struggled.

"Tell me, what was the song again?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, he's told you five thousand times," I said.

Hermione sighed, "It's just for good measure, we need to be sure of what the second task is so Harry can properly prepare for it."

"No, she's right, (Y/n), but thank you," Harry smiled. I couldn't help but return it. I had been crushing on him since third year, but he likes Cho Chang. We went to the Yule Ball together, but I'm pretty sure it was just to make her jealous.

Harry recited the song again, "Come seek us where our voices sound."

Ron snored as Hermione said, "The Black Lake, that's obvious."

I giggled, motioning to Ron, "He sure is quite the graceful sleeper, don't you think?"

"(Y/n), focus! Don't you want to help your cr—best friend?" I glared at Hermione for almost letting my secret slip. Harry raised a brow.

"Of course I do, but that doesn't mean I can't make a few jokes along the way," I said as I tried to stop blushing brighter than Ron's hair.

"It was quite funny, actually," Harry said. I smiled at his remark.

"We got off track, continue, Harry," Hermione said.

"An hour long you'll have to look."

"Again, obvious," Hermione said.

"Pretty sure even Pansy Parkinson can figure that one out," I said, Harry chuckled at my comment.

"Though it may be potentially problematic," Hermione said.

"Potentially problematic?" Harry asked, "Hermione, when's the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour?"

"Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know," I said, she smiled, "So you have to know a spell to help our dear Harry out."

"I can't think of one off the top of my head, but you two can look through some spell books," Hermione suggested. I knew what she was playing at.

"What do you say, Mr. Potter?" I asked.

"Sure," Harry said with a smile.

"Look, you two can do this, you can figure it out." Hermione said.

Professor Moody's voice rang in my ears, "Hate to break up the scholar's session, but Professor McGonagall would like to see you in her office."

We all stood and Moody stopped us, "Not you, Weasley ,Potter, just Granger and (L/n)."

Hermione began her protest, "But sir, the second task is only hours away—"

"Exactly, presumably Potter is prepared by now and could do with a good night's sleep." Moody said. I gave Harry a quick hug, wishing him luck before I headed to McGonagall's office with Hermione.

» Harry's POV «

Neville and I walked down the path to the Black Lake. He was giving me some Gillyweed, which would allow me to breathe underwater for the hour I needed for the task. I hadn't seen Hermione or (Y/n) all morning. I hope they show up, especially (Y/n), I couldn't have gotten through the first task without her, I don't want her to miss the second.

I glanced at the Gillyweed Neville had just given me, "You're sure about this, Neville?"

"Absolutely." He said.

"For an hour?" I asked.

"Most likely."

"Most likely?"

Neville went into explanation, "Well, there are some debates amongst herboligists as to the effects of freshwater versus saltwater."

"You're telling me this now?" I asked, slightly angered, "You're joking."

"I just wanted to help." Neville said apologetically. I calmed myself down by thinking about what (Y/n) would say in this situation. She'd probably put her hand on my shoulder comfortingly. My heart sped up just by thinking about it.

Neville and I walked further down the path, nearing the black lake, "Well that makes you a right side better than (Y/n) and Hermione. Where are they anyway, I'm worried about (Y/n)."

"You seem a little tense, Harry," Neville said.

My voice filled with sarcasm, "Do I?"

We got into the boats, then headed to a giant structure in the middle of the lake. Once all of the champions were up there, I knew it wouldn't be long before the task started. Still no sign of (Y/n)! How could she not show up?

Dumbledore began speaking, "Welcome to the second task! Something was stolen from each of our champions. Each of the four treasures, one for each champion, now lay at the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough."

"Put that in your mouth." Mad-Eye said from beside me.

I did as Dumbledore kept talking, "Except for this. They will have one hour to do so, and one hour only. After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them. You may all begin at the start of the cannon."

The cannon went off, and seeing as I felt too sick to jump in on my own, Mad-Eye shoved me in. I fell in the water, struggling at first. A weird feeling spread throughout my body as my hands and feet became webbed.

To show everyone I was alright, I swam up, jumped out of the water, flipped, then dove back in. I decided to begin looking at this so-called treasure of mine. I swam down farther into the depths of the Black Lake, looking for my treasure. I hope (Y/n) has showed up by now. I found a trench and swam down it, the water became murkier and darker as I swam deeper.

I came across some seaweed and decided to swim through it to get to the middle of the lake. While swimming, I saw Fleur swimming through the seaweed as well, going in the opposite direction. As I was swimming, what I'm assuming was a mermaid quickly sped past me, making a sort of screeching noise.

I swam upward and found (Y/n), Hermione, Cho, and Fleur's little sister all tied up, looking lifeless. I swam up to (Y/n) and cupped her face. This was why she wasn't anywhere to be seen. She was my treasure.

I swam to where (Y/n)'s foot was untied and I unleashed her. The merpeople moaned as I hastily untied (Y/n). I saw Cedric come down and untie Cho, then he pointed his wand at his watch, I nodded. I tried to swim over to Hermione, too, but one of the mermaids put its trident to my throat.

"But she's my friend too!" I said.

It screeched, "Only one."

I turned around to see a shark racing towards me. I moved out of the way and realized it was only Krum, who rescued Hermione.

I grabbed (Y/n) and realized that Fleur's little sister hasn't been rescued yet. I couldn't leave her here, in the bottom of the lake. I shot a spell at the rope holding her down, and it released her immediately. I grabbed her and began swimming up. As we got closer to the surface, the effects of the Gillyweed were waring off. All of the sudden, a Grindylow grabbed my foot and pulled me down as more joined it.

I pushed (Y/n) and Fleur's little sister up to the surface as to not get them hurt. I watched them float up to the surface.

» Your POV «

I opened my eyes to see that I was in the Black Lake and there was a young girl beside me. I helped her swim over to the platform as Ron and Hermione Pulled us up out of the water.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I-I don't know," I stuttered. I was shivering from the cold. I immediately wrapped the blanket Dumbledore gave me around my whole body.

"You know what this means?" Ron said. I shook my head, confused, "Stolen from each champion was the person they would miss the most, (Y/n), that's you! Harry would miss you!"

"What?" I asked. Suddenly, Harry flew out of the water as was given a towel and blanket. Once he stood up, he crashed his lips onto mine before I could even utter a word. I kissed back and everyone began cheering, but I could hardly hear them. I ran my hands through his wet hair before we both pulled away.

"I love you," Harry said, "Like, more than a friend."

"I kind of got that," I said while laughing, "I love you, too, but what about Cho?"

"What about her?" Harry asked.

"I thought you liked her?"

Harry smiled, "No, it's always been you, (Y/n). Always."

"Hate to interrupt, but we're still here," Ron said. Hermione smacked his arm.

The sound of everyone cheering suddenly came back. Hermione immediately began asking questions.

"Harry are you alright?" She asked, "Personally I believe you behaved admirably."

"But I finished last." Harry said.

"Second to last, Fleur never got past the Grindylows." Hermione corrected. Harry's warm hand found mine.

"Attention!" Dumbledore yelled, "ATTENTION! The winner is Mr. Diggory!"

All of Hogwarts cheered, I gave a respectful clap for Cedric, as I was a Hogwarts student.

Dumbledore continued, "Who showed innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm. However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first, had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Ms. (L/n), but the others as well, we've agreed to award him second place!"

"Second place!" I exclaimed, "But you'll always be first in my book."

Harry smiled softly, "I love you so much."

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note. i realized i put a warning for cursing and there wasn't a single swear word in this whole imagine.

fuck.

there we go, have a wonderful day :)