#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

[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."

[starkayezer]

wolfstar fic from teddy's perspective after they're both already dead where he goes through remus's things and explores their past relationship (he also asks poppy and minnie too many questions that they're happy to answer bc they miss their boys)

[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?”

[dodgerkedavra]

Sweet to Your Taste

Potter appears at half-twelve in his Auror robes. Draco had planned to forcibly not look at him, but he can’t help it.

Because Potter looks at the biscuits first. He gazes at them, seeming utterly lovesick, and actually startles when he sees the note.

He blinks hard and shakes his head. Opens his mouth. Shuts it again.

And then—yes, yes!—he stalks to the door of the shop, his crimson robes billowing dramatically behind him. He throws the door open and strides inside. Potter puts his hand out, and Draco’s parchment wings across the air and lands in Potter’s palm.

“It’s bloody treacle tart flavoured, you tosser?” Potter reads in a disbelieving tone, then lifts his eyes to meet Draco’s. “Is this for me?”

“Who else would it be for?” Draco coughs loudly. “I mean. Hello. What could I get for you? A biscuit?”

Potter stares at him, then takes a tentative step forwards. He’s in a dark green jumper this time, also with a large white H on the front. “What is this?”

“A bakery.”

“I know that. But you—”

“Frankly, I can’t see how it’s any of your business.”

“What?”

“Have a bloody biscuit, Potter. You’ve been mooning over them for days!”

“I have not,” Potter snaps.

“You have so. It’s a window, not a brick wall. Or has your eyesight got worse since school?”

Potter glares, his eyes black behind his glasses. “Sod off, Malfoy,” he says, then completely undermines himself by sodding off on his own.

Read Sweet to Your Taste on AO3

A birthday fic for @itsphantasmagoria, an illustrious and incredible artist and MY FRIEND! Featuring Draco as a baker and Harry longing for sweets <3

[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

[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

[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

[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.

[matcha-binz]

yeah I think I'm gonna write abt this alot.. anyways here's soobin Hogwarts au yay ♪

since that hueka thought I was thinking of the rest of the members as students at Hogwarts, and lowk I think we can all agree that soobin is definitely a Gryffindor :p

his leading skills, empathy and compassion says so otherwise!

he looks so good in red too lmfao.

totally the type to keep stealing glances at you during Defense Against The Dark Arts, his eyes gazing at you as he watches how perfectly you perform the spells, he's in awe :3

but when you have some difficulty doing a sertain spell, he takes this as a chance to help you! and maybe stare at you a little longer

So kind and helpful! he genuinely gives good advice for spells, and even offers to give you some notes!

Very smiley whenever he's around you!

shyly cracks a smile as he greets you when you walk through the door, and when you sit right next to him throughout the lesson, he whispers small comments about the presentation about werewolves, making you both snicker at the back of class.

Causing the teacher to hush you both, which he brushes off with a bashful smile, scratching the back of his head as his cheeks paint a soft pink.

He frequents to the library with you before tests, quizzing each other on the subjects, flicking each other on the forehead if you get the question wrong!

his finger flicks sting, but he just takes this opportunity to gently rub your forehead, and he holds you tightly until you're a giggling mess in his arms, laughing as you whisper 'let go!'

He gets very comfortable with you by the end of the year!

on the train back to the station, he sits close by you, his leg flushed against yours and his arm around your shoulder, as you both peer out the window, admiring the moving scenery in comfortable silence.

this silence is broken when he speaks, his low voice softly bouncing off the empty walls of the train cabin.

"I'll miss you during the summer, you know."

He says, his words genuine, as he bounces his leg, a habit you have come to notice.

"Well, I'll send you letters, so you won't miss me too much." you tease, turning your head to face him.

a dimpled smile adorns his face at your words, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a split second, before he responds.

"I'll send you letters back. I won't leave you hanging, I promise" he hums, poking your cheek. His touches always make your heart stutter...

.. You can't wait for another year at Hogwarts.

tehe. I like writing about this.