#yes it is a harry potter fanfic

[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

I've been neglecting a fanfic of mine for about a year and a half (not to be your typical ao3 autor but...yeah, that) and I'm studying for an exam now. How are these two things related? Well, my brain has decided that right now is the moment to start drafting the next chapter, boom, just like that, "I don't care that you are busy, let's throw some memory loss and queerness to the mixer and let's have Remus Lupin comforting your oc protagonist".

I can't study like this???

[aceoutofthedeck]

Sorting AO3 is actually a research skill that can come in handy for writing a paper. You’re actually sorting a database by looking for characteristics of your fanfic whether by filtering tags or directly searching.

Librarian: “Where did you learn how to search like that?”

Me: “Uhm a literature website.”

Millennial librarian behind me stifling a laugh.

[ecstarry]

Always / a precious moment of comfort / @star4daisy

“I hate when we fight.” Regulus’ tears had finally stopped. He was used to arguments, confrontations, yet whenever he picked up the slightest change of tone in James, Regulus panicked. He felt a knot in his throat, and as if he had no control, tears streamed down his face.

“I know, love. Me too.” James pulled him closer, he lifted him just enough to place Regulus on his lap, he held him tightly. “I’m sorry for making you cry, I really am.”

Regulus rested his head on James’ chest and didn’t speak until his breathing returned to normal. “It wasn’t you.” 

"What do you mean?"

"It's not anything you say, it's just—James, I'm terrified of losing you. And that fear overwhelms me every single time." Regulus hesitated, afraid of revealing just how much he cared. He had grown accustomed to the warmth that James brought into his life, and the thought of the perpetual cold that his absence would bring was unbearable.

“You won’t lose me, Regulus.” James spoke softly to his ear, holding him as closely as their bodies allowed. 

"One day you might leave, and you might grow tired of fighting, or of me. James, what if you never come back?" Regulus' voice cracked, soft sobs escaping his lips. "I can't see my life without you in it anymore."

"Baby, will you look at me?" James gently lifted Regulus' chin, meeting his teary eyes with a gaze of absolute devotion.

"I will always come back to you."

Regulus' heart skipped a beat. For all of James' sweet offerings of assurance, this felt like the most precious one. "Really?"

"I promise, love." James intertwined their pinkies and, without breaking eye contact, kissed Regulus' finger.

Regulus finally breathed. He would always have James. He would always come back to Regulus.

[muffinlance]

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[that-bitch-kat3]

you know a wolfstar fic is good when you need to pull up google translate in another tab

[willbyerstoledo]

[my-castles-crumbling]

stage - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 236

"Potter! What have you done?"

Though people often joked that Sirius was meant for the stage, what with his theatrics and flair for the arts, James knew that it was Regulus who was truly dramatic. He would never say a word about it, as he valued his bollocks in their proper place, but, as they relaxed in their flat, he had to literally bite at his lip to stop from smiling. "What is it, love?" he asked, trying not to look at Regulus too adoringly.

"These are decorative mugs, James," Regulus sighed from the doorway of the sitting room, pointing at the offending object now full of tea. "Why are you drinking out of one?"

The mug, which read, 'Two grooms are better than one,' sat innocently on the coaster James had made sure to use. "Erm. Because I like being reminded I'm married to you?" James asked, lips flickering up in a hopeful smile as he looked at his husband, who had his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

Immediately, Regulus melted, his body relaxing and his eyes softening into the perfect silvery grey James loved. "Oh," he whispered, looking like he, too, was trying not to smile. "Well."

James stood and walked forward, pulling Regulus into a hug, pressing a kiss into his soft, black curls, inhaling the familiar scent of his favorite person. "Any other questions, baby?"

"Just...just wash it well."

"Alright, darling."

[handledwithgloves]

yeah you hate dumbledore yeah you hate snape yes you think hogwarts is a shit school

HARRY doesnt

its okay to have ur opinions about hp characters and such but if ur writing from harry’s perspective you cant just make him reflect your own beliefs and opinions 😭 he has his own

[hannaslibrary]

Best reads of 2023 - Manacled by SenLinYu

Rating: ★★★★★

“There was a part of her that felt she might somehow doom them if she said it. If there were important things left unspoken, then perhaps tomorrow would come.”

[phoebe-delia]

Best Friends Forever

“You’re one of my best friends.” Harry says it when they’re lying on the floor of their flat late one night, on their sides facing one another. He’s playing with Draco’s fingers, gently fiddling with them in the short space between their bodies.

Draco swallows. “It’s a bit too late in our relationship to put me in the friend zone now, don’t you think?”

Harry chuckles. “I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you.”

“No?” Draco asks. “You seemed pretty sure I was one of your best friends a moment ago.”

Harry shrugs. “People marry their best friends all the time.”

“Yes but—we’re not married.”

“Hm. So we’re not. Care to change that?” Harry says, reaching into his pocket.

“Wh—” Draco cuts himself off as Harry pulls out a small velvet box, popping the lid open to reveal a silver band with emeralds and rubies.

“So what do you say?” Harry murmurs. “Best friends forever?”

[delineate-creates]

Day 31: Fire

Tom looked to Harry, grinning, wanting him to share in the fun.

Then paused, amazed.

Harry was on fire.

Red and gold flames encased his entire body, licking harmlessly up his legs, his chest, his face. The fire was soft and friendly, the kind that danced behind the grate in the cottage, or kept travellers warm from inside a circle of logs. It was his soul, and unlike Tom’s, it was whole; as perfect as it had been on the day he was born.

•

From chapter 25 of @cybrid’s A Dangerous Game

[hedgehog-troops]

year - @jegulus-microfic - april 17th

"C'mon Regulus!" James yelled after him, as Regulus –once again– stood up to leave.

James rushed to stand up and follow him, nearly stumbling over his feet in his eagerness. "Just one date, I promise." he said, earnestly, like he actually meant it.

He probably did too.

The problem was not that Regulus didn't want to go on a date with James, or that he didn't like James.

He did.

He really did. But he liked being chased and desired more.

He sped up his pace, purposefully leaving James behind him until he found an empty corridor.

Turning across the corner into the corridor, he waited, and sure enough, there came James.

The moment his eyes landed on Regulus, he saw James' eyes light up and soften at the same time, as the same smile that always found its way on his face when Regulus was near, materialised.

"It's the year of love, Reg, everyone's getting together. Please." James begged, nearly pouting.

Regulus repeated exactly what he's been repeating for the past 8 months.

"No, Potter"

Though this time, Regulus felt something shift, as though somethinh changed.

He watched as the small smile vanished and was replaced by something more melancholy. Still a smile, but tinged with sadness around the edges.

"I won't ask again, Regulus. Just– please, just one" James said, practically whispering, staring into Regulus' eyes with big, round, sad, brown eyes.

Regulus immediately felt panic shoot through him. No.

No no no.

Regulus wanted to go one a date with James, he just.

He's been having a hard time vocalizing his feelings since... well, ever since he came out of the womb, basically.

Taking his prolonged silence for a 'no', James issued a small nod in his direction and turned, shoulders slumped.

Before he could leave, Regulus caught James' wrist in his hand, stopping him.

"I won't ever step foot into Madam Puddifut's" he said, with an air of indifference though inside he could feel his heart thundering.

James turned towards him and– ah. There it was.

A smile so bright, it would blind you of your worries and such light radiating from the eyes.

It's the same light he fell in love with.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

[ecstarry]

"Regulus' Birthday" - a sweet microfic set in the same universe as my fic Dare to Stay // @fromagony @godsofwoes // 486 words

“Happy Birthday, love.” Regulus was awaken to the soft voice of his James. His James. His James waking him up. With a gentle kiss, on his birthday. In his bed. He slowly opened his eyes as a smile adorned his face. 

“Good morning, Jamie.”

It was their first big celebration together ever since they shared their first kiss a few months ago. They had longed for each other too many years to waste a single day apart. James was good at making up for lost time. 

“Get dressed, the boys have a surprise for you.” 

He quickly put on some pants and James’ shirt from yesterday. He loved nothing more than smelling like him first thing in the morning. James held the bedroom door for him, and as Regulus passed him by, James grabbed him from behind, placed his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and very gently whispered “I love you.” Three words that never failed to send a shiver through Regulus’ spine. 

Regulus turned around, his hands instinctively cupping James' face. "I love you too, Jamie."

“Let’s go, love. I can feel the boys getting impatient.”

Giggles and tiny voices grew louder as they walked down the stairs. When they reached the last step Regulus stopped dry. The entrance had a big banner reading ‘Happy Birthday’ in fun colors, and ‘we love you’ written under it in what was clearly Harry and Draco’s writing. 

Before he could even process the overwhelming warmth that was filling him, two little boys rushed towards his arms with such a force that he fell over. 

“Happy birthday Uncle Reggie!” Said Draco as he kissed his cheek.

“Aaaaah!” Harry just screamed as he also launched himself towards a fallen Regulus. Harry hugged him tightly, a gesture Regulus held onto dearly just as much as the first time it happened. 

“Okay, let’s give my fiancé some space on his big day. Let’s go show him his surprise.” James helped him up and they followed the boys towards the kitchen. 

Like two miniature guards, Draco and Harry stood on opposite sides of the pantry door.

“One, two, three!”

“Surprise!” Sirius said as the doors opened and ran towards Regulus to embrace him. 

“I thought you were going to be away,” Regulus whispered to his brother’s ear while holding onto him. 

“I have never spent a birthday away from you, I was not going to start now little brother.”

Regulus couldn’t help the tears falling down his cheeks. He remembered the loneliness and desperation that filled his fifteen year old self. He was now living a reality that once upon a time felt like a fantasy. Something unattainable, something someone like Regulus Black would never deserve.

He now had everything he had ever longed for. 

There, one day in July, standing in the kitchen of Potter Manor, Regulus Blacked had no more scars left to heal. He was happy. Entirely and blissfully happy. 

here's the complete fic that started it all

[nevermindigotthis]

A very peaceful image for a not very peaceful fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50217619/chapters/126832042 (I have finally found a Drarry fic that is to my tastes. Beware the tags though.)

[votapublica]

just random thoughts:

From my experience of reading both Chinese fanfic and English MLM & WLW hp fanfic, it appears to me that English (especially American, don’t ask me how I know they are American) authors are more inclined to

Write under age sex

Write about messy dating as characters’ exploration of sexual identity or gender identity

Include trans characters

Characters having a clear statement like: I am gay/ I am bi

Talk about social justice issues, (eg. I forgot which fic but the two girls’ first talk is about lesbian activism)

While Chinese authors are more like to write:

Characters having sex (right) after they come of age

Instead of messy dating(also exists but less) characters feel miserable until they suddenly meet each other

Include intersex characters

Instead of saying: I am gay. They say: I just happen to fall in love of someone of the same sex. Instead of expressing: love is love. They say: you are you, and no matter what gender you are I still love you.

Usually the world either just accept them or the topic about social acceptance is ambiguous and instead focus on how the characters get together

[winn-wynn]

😺 Trick or Treat 😼

:D

Wip where I expand my horizons. By that I mean not at all

“Oi! Can you help me with Charms?” Flint demanded while he kicked the back of Percy’s chair.

“That’s quite a rude way to ask someone to help you don’t you think?” Percy huffed out. “Do it yourself if you’re gonna be rude.”

Percy turned around in his chair, and tried to gauge his reaction. He wondered if Flint would actually try and ask again or give up and stomp off. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Percy watched as Marcus inhaled deeply, scrunching his eyes in pain and gritted out, “can you help me with my charms Weasley?”

Percy raised an eyebrow at that. He was surprised but was waiting for something else.

Flint bit his lip and grunted out, “please Weasley. Could you help me?”

Percy nodded and gave a small grin, “see that wasn’t so hard! Now, I can help you but I am busy, and I’m assuming you’re busy as well. So, we can exchange schedules and see what’s a good time?”

Flint just nodded in agreement, shock written all of his face.

Percy laughed a little inside. The Slytherin probably didn’t expect him to agree.