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youknowmevj · 1 year

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Canon: Parseltongue is an oral language to speak with snakes. That's it. Nothing useful here.

Fanon: Parsel script, Parselmagic, Parsel theory, Parsel seduction, Parsel history, Parsel art, etc etc

#voldemort/tom riddle centric fics have a LOT to expand on #Parseltongue #JKR missed out a lot #Good for us I guess #Harry Potter #tom riddle #voldemort

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bangeraang · 6 months

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“I think you’re stupid-” she tasted like fags and vaseline. Her scent was sweet, and her hands were barely there as she ghosted the dark skin of Mary’s neck.

No thoughts were in her mind as they were burnt down from the hearth in the middle of her mind. Lily, right there, looking as radiant as ever, seemingly like the sun that helped everything grow in the day and was missed by the world at night.

Lips softly over against each other and Mary knew she wasn’t doing a good job, but together they found a rhythm. Mary had never felt so sober in her life.

“I thought you hated me,” Mary gasped.

“I do.”

rumours (rumours) :

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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hii! i hope you’re doing well!! i was wondering if you have any long-ish fic recs that are harry-centric? ive been rescind a lot of draco centric fics lately and while i adore those i was hoping a for a bit of change and you have the best taste in fics so i came straight here 😅🌸 thanks in advance

Hi there! Thank you, I’m so happy you enjoy the recs 💜 here are some great Harry-centric long fics, I hope you enjoy:

At the Doorway, On the Stair by dwell_the_brave (T, 30k)

A year after Draco Malfoy goes missing, his mother has one last option—Harry Potter. Having left the Auror department and made a name for himself as a Private Investigator, Harry cannot help but get involved in the disappearance of Draco Malfoy.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (T, 30k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too.

Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by @sleepstxtic-drarry (M, 42k)

A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (E, 45k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no.

The Way We Wind by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (E, 45k)

After the war, Harry’s life falls to shambles. Each day revolves around an intense battle with his mental health, and there’s nothing that Ron or Hermione can do to help him.

fly like paper, high like planes by @harryromper (M, 47k)

Harry Potter, Head Coach of the Appleby Arrows, is very content leading a quiet life. He has a doddery old house-elf who makes his breakfast, a team of players who love Quidditch almost as much as he does, and a Kneazle that curls against his damaged leg at the foot of his bed at night.

Crossing Lines by Ren (E, 48k)

While investigating a ring of smugglers, the Aurors receive a tip saying that the European Express is being used to move contraband across state lines. To solve the case, Harry has to unmask the smugglers and find the hidden contraband before the luxury train reaches Bulgaria.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

I Won't Let You Fall Apart by @xanthippe74 (M, 50k)

Harry has spent the year after the war staying out of the public eye, dodging political battles, and standing firm against pressure from his friends. But he has a secret plan to get away from it all. He just needs to testify at one more Death Eater trial: Draco Malfoy’s.

New Message by @m0srael (T, 58k)

Harry Potter has a crush on his roommate--like, a BIG one--but he can't say anything to him, can he?! Naturally, he does what any early 2000s young adult would do and asks the internet for help, and gets a lot more back than he expected.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy (M, 66k)

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy.

Crown Witness by @slytherco (E, 70k)

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family. When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

Make Yourself by AnyaElizabeth (E, 103k)

Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can't help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now? His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #long Harry-centric fics

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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Random Idea: would you write something about 5-6 year old Harry wandering off at a game against the snakes and playing with little Draco before anyone realizes then Lily finding them and not messing it up because just because their dads are huge rivals doesn’t mean the kids have to be??

Just an idea, if you can’t think of anything good no pressure at all!

-kj

This is such a lovely prompt, KJ <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove !

TW for temporarily lost child

Lily was calm. Lily was level-headed. Lily was not, under any circumstances, going to lose her shit.

“Harry? Harry, love, time’s up!”

Because losing her shit wouldn’t do any good. Losing one’s shit was reserved for people who could afford to do so, those who didn’t have a husband and brother-in-law that would tear the rink apart at the first sign of trouble for their five-year-old.

Oh, who was she kidding. The entire team would go ballistic.

Worst of all, Lily would have to admit she had lost her kid.

“I am a horrible mother,” she muttered, the clack of her boots in the empty hall speeding up to match her pulse. “I am a horrible, horrible mother and they never should have let me leave the hospital with that baby. Harry? Are you down here?”

Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she heard giggling. Lily’s heart seized and she wrenched open the nearest door—nothing. And the next, and the next, and the next, until her whole body itched with anxiety.

“I know you’re having fun, baby,” she called around the growing lump in her throat. “But we’re all done playing right now. All done. You did such a good job finding your hiding place. Can you show me where you are?”

I look like an idiot right now, talking to myself in an empty hall. The next three rooms were empty as well, lined with folding chairs. A conference room, a ballroom, a kitchen; not a soul in any of them. Lily picked up the pace.

He couldn’t have gone far. She only gave him ten seconds—ten seconds, sweetheart, are you ready?—to find somewhere to hunker down. The sound of his little feet on the crisp linoleum had made her smile with one hand over her eyes, counting slow enough for him to hear each number. The door had been closed. It was just them in the break room.

The door had been closed, and then it wasn’t.

“Harry?” Panic turned her mouth bitter and she swallowed hard, forcing it back. None of that, Evans. Save it for later. “Harry James, it’s time to go home.”

Oh, fuck, James was going to lose his mind. She loved him for his rationality in the face of danger but god only knew what would happen when their fucking baby was the one missing. Taken—

No. Not taken. Lily couldn’t bear the thought.

Her breaths came faster. The corners of her vision blurred. “Harry?” she tried again, voice cracking. “We’re all done playing, baby, come see me.”

Even if James managed to keep his even keel, Sirius wouldn’t. Loyal as a dog and twice as protective. Lily loved him like a brother but he would never forgive her if she let Harry go.

“I didn’t.” The words stuck in her mouth and she sniffled. She paused, tucking her arms around herself like a hug, her lungs fucking burned oh god—“I didn’t let him go, I didn’t, I didn’t, I—Harry, love?”

And again, she was left with a silent hall.

Lily exhaled. Pressed the heels of her hands to her stinging eyes. Sniffled once, twice, three times, forced down a thick sob. “This is not the time,” she said firmly, bringing her arms back down. The bright lights made her grimace. Think. “Alright. Locker room.”

She sent a silent prayer of thanks to James for showing her all the secret nooks for sneaky kisses as she followed winding paths through the rink. The crowd above made the ceiling rumble; there had hardly been ten minutes left in the third when Lily left the break room. The game would be over all too soon. Her watch said only five minutes had passed, but she refused to believe it had been less than a lifetime since she saw Harry in front of her.

The locker room, one of Harry’s favorite haunts (much to James’ delight), was well and truly empty. The kitchen was still locked as she had left it. Momentary terror gripped her when she saw the open maw of the tunnel, but logic won out. Even if Harry had wandered toward it, he would have been swept up by one of the security guards and safely deposited with someone who would find her.

“Lily?”

Lily nearly jumped out of her skin and whipped around with a half-gasped “fuck”.

Layla smiled, though she seemed confused. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” Tears began crawling up her throat again and she forced a smile. “Just—yeah, just left my phone somewhere. Can’t find it.”

“Okay,” Layla said gently, though one look told Lily she didn’t buy a word of it. “Well, I’m here until the end of the game. Let’s look together.”

“That’s really nice of you,” Lily managed.

“Anytime. Let’s go get Harry and—”

Lily may as well have become a puddle on the skate-scuffed floor with how fast she dissolved into tears.

“Hey, hey, alright.” Layla caught her under the arms when her knees buckled, surprisingly strong for someone of her stature. “I’ve got you, it’s all going to be just fine. Is Harry not…with you?”

“We were p-playing hide and seek,” she sobbed. “ ‘s just hide ‘n seek, he didn’t like the crowd and I had to pee and we were in the break room and I closed the door I promise.”

“I know you did,” Layla soothed, squeezing her tight despite Lily’s trembling. “Let’s take some deep breaths together.”

Lily’s chest lurched on the first.

“That was a really good start. One more.”

It was easier to breathe when she wasn’t alone.

“Great job, Lily, that was perfect.”

Layla hugged a little like Remus, a little like James, and somehow better than both of them in that moment. She let Lily clutch the back of her zip-up sweater without protest, and when they finally parted (when Lily could fucking breathe again), she tucked the wild flyaways back with a reassuring smile.

“We’ve got this.”

Lily sniffed. “We’ve got this.”

“How long ago were you playing?”

“Seven minutes.”

Relief eased the faint tension around Layla’s eyes. “Then we’ve got nothing to worry about. I haven’t seen him go by my office, so he probably went the other way. Are you ready to start looking?”

Lily nodded, but went into one last hug like she hadn’t been held in weeks. It certainly felt like it.

“I didn’t know who to ask,” she admitted once they started walking, arm in arm, looking into every storage closet they passed. “It felt—god, I’m so stupid. I felt like I shouldn’t have to, y’know? He’s my kid. I should just…know.”

Layla tilted her head from side to side. “I’m glad you asked me, though.”

Lily squeezed her hand. “Me, too.”

“The good news is, he can’t have gone very far.”

“I dunno, he got James’ penchant for trouble.”

“Pots can’t make it past me on a good day,” Layla laughed. Her ease calmed the bubbling anxiety in Lily’s gut. “That kid might be quick, but he’s not making it past trained security. Where have you already looked?”

Lily gestured vaguely. “The other way, mostly. Just kind of…everything over there. He likes the locker room.”

“Does he?” Something thoughtful came over Layla’s face and she slowed for a moment. “Would he—and tell me to shut up if I’m wrong, here—do you think he’d try the other one?”

“The other—” Lily faltered. “Oh my god, you’re so right.”

“I don’t know if he’d know where it is,” Layla admitted as they hurried down the left fork. “But it can’t hurt to try, right?”

“No, he definitely knows,” Lily snorted humorlessly. “That kid’s had more rink tours than I have. The guys bring him everywhere. He’s started reading signs, if you can believe it.”

“For real?”

“If anyone asks, he got it from me.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

Lily rounded the corner to the visitor’s locker room and slowed to a stop, her momentary second wind rushing out in one harsh burst. Gloves, helmets, emerald-and-silver jerseys…and no toddler. The only movement came from the screen in the far corner, showing the last minute of the game ticking down. Disappointment, worry, fear, guilt—it was all there, leaving her right back where she started. “I thought…”

Someone giggled down the hall and Lily was there in the blink of an eye, pushing an already-open door wide with her heart in her throat.

“H—oh.”

Narcissa Malfoy’s razor-sharp gaze softened with confusion. Her hands were on the shoulders of a little blond boy in a miniature Snakes jersey, holding him tight. “Mama,” he whined, wriggling free with a wary look at Lily. “I told you I wanna play.”

Lily didn’t register the scrape of carpet on her knees until Harry was already in her arms, still holding two fistfuls of LEGOs while a cheerful flood of a story spilled out of him. She didn’t hear a single word of it.

He was warm and squirmy as always, tall as her hip when they were standing but just big enough to fit in her arms like this. She pressed her face to his hair and inhaled; soap-clean and still a little damp from his pre-game bath. Faintly, she knew she was shaking. She knew Narcissa and Layla and the other kid were probably watching. Lily brought her face up to kiss Harry’s forehead and bundled him right back in her arms to be hugged some more.

“…mama?” Harry sounded hesitant. She hummed, rubbing his back. “Did you hear?”

“Say it again, lovey.”

“I said I like hugs but I’m playing LEGOs right now, please.”

Her lungs felt too small. “We’re all done playing for today.”

“But mama—”

“Harry.” It took everything in her to separate and sit up properly, holding Harry at arms’ length. “We were playing hide and seek, remember?”

“…yeah.”

“And remember how I asked you to stay in the break room while I counted?”

His guilty look told her everything. “Yeah.”

Lily raised a brow, brushing a gentle thumb over his cheek. “I didn’t know where you went, baby. You scared me. Why did you leave?”

Harry scuffed his shoe on the floor. “Got bored.”

“Harry.”

“I wanted to see the other locker room ‘cause Daddy said it looked different than ours. Ms. Narcissa found me.”

“Thank you.” The worst part was, Lily could hardly blame him. If Harry got James’ general disregard for rules, he also got her own insatiable curiosity. Poor kid, she thought. Your teachers are going to have quite the time with you. “We’ll talk more when we get home. Can you introduce me to your friend?”

“I’m Draco,” the blond boy announced haughtily before Harry could answer, which seemed to take the wind out of his sails a bit. “I’ve been playing here all night. I built the volcano, see?”

“I do.” In truth, it was hard to tell one part of their LEGO mishmash from another, but it seemed to appease him. Narcissa was still watching her as if she thought Lily would start biting. With her hand resting protectively on Draco’s back and those careful, guarded eyes, it was only too easy to see the blood she shared with Sirius. They held themselves with the same straight-backed posture, a silent challenge to take another step closer to their ward.

Lily offered a small smile and inclined her head. Thank you for watching them both. Narcissa didn’t relax, but her pointed chin did dip for half a second.

Outside, the goal horn blared. Harry and Draco made identical faces of annoyance at the interruption, but Lily felt her stomach sink. She and Narcissa had a shared point of contact—the Snakes, on the other hand, did not. She didn’t care for them. She certainly didn’t want Harry around them. From the curl of Narcissa’s lip as the whoops of the Lions echoed down the far tunnel, the feeling was mirrored on her side.

Lily broke eye contact first and bent to Harry’s level. “Time to go, lovebug, Daddy misses you. Can you say bye to Draco?”

“Bye!” Harry chirped, pulling the other boy into a brief hug that seemed to surprise him before returning to Lily’s side. “See you next time!”

The look on Narcissa’s face told Lily a ‘next time’ was unlikely, but…but not impossible. Lily sent her a final nod as she ushered Harry into the hallway. Layla was already gone; she couldn’t help but be grateful for a brief moment of alone time with Harry.

“I like Ms. Narcissa,” Harry announced, hopscotching the gray and white tiles.

“Do you?”

“Yep. She was nice. She keeps LEGOs in her purse, didja know that?”

“I didn’t,” Lily admitted. “I’m not surprised, though.”

“How come you don’t keep LEGOs in your purse?”

“Because I don’t use purses. I lose them too fast.”

“Well, yeah, but what about your backpack?”

“I keep books, cards, snacks, and some other things in my backpack. I like feeling prepared.” And I’m thirty seconds from sticking a GPS on you.

Harry made a faint noise of agreement when they entered the main hall, pulling the sleeves of his too-big Potter jersey down over his hands. “D’you think Daddy will play LEGOs with me and Draco next time?”

Lily had to bite her lip to stifle a hoot of laughter at the thought of James Potter willingly sitting in a room with anyone even distantly related to the Snakes, let alone one of Sirius’ cousins, let alone a Malfoy. “He’s busy during the games,” she said instead. “But he would love to play with you at home.”

Where I can keep an eye on you, she added. They had already passed the labyrinth of halls she had wandered for the worst seven minutes of her life, but she kept close to Harry anyway. Seven minutes was too long to be away from him. Seven seconds was too long.

Harry stopped just outside the locker room, leaning against her legs to look up at her with big, pleading eyes. “Will you play LEGOs with us next time?”

There were a variety of reasons Lily could say no, could tell Harry to stay away from that team and everyone near it. Hell, she had a damn good reason to keep Harry away from anyone associated with Sirius’ parents. Narcissa’s guarded posture rose in her memory, unwarranted. Her crisp clothes, the abrupt black-and-white of her hair, the way her pale hand had been so gentle on Draco’s shoulder. The way Draco had held on to her coat the same way Harry hid behind her own around strangers.

“Sure, baby. We can do that.”

#lily potter #lily evans #layla #narcissa malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy #james potter #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #lost child #lily centric #young harry

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im-actually-a-certified-idiot · 12 days

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They Should've Lived

"You ready, mate?"

Ron straightened his collar, and caught sight of Harry standing by his door in the reflection of his mirror. He turned, then wished he hadn't. Harry's eyes bored into him, like he was taking him apart layer by layer, analyzing him to the very core. It was unnerving, to say the least- Ron was pretty sure his best friend was hardly aware he even did that.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat. "Everyone else already downstairs?"

"Er- yeah, I think," said Harry. He hesitated. Ever since the war had ended, he'd been much more subdued and quieter. Tentative. Ron hated it. The war had taken enough from him; if he lost his best friend, he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it. "I think... your mum's in George's room, trying to coax him out."

"He doesn't want to go?" Ron didn't even bother to hide the disbelief in his voice. It seemed absurd to him that George Weasley was refusing to attend his own twin's funeral.

Harry shuffled his feet, looking a bit alarmed by Ron's reaction. He had never liked conflict among the Weasleys, or to involve himself with it. "I mean, I suppose it's painful for him," he said amiably. Ron would've knocked him on the head if he wasn't his best friend. Bloody prat, always playing the diplomat.

"Ron? Harry?"

Hermione shuffled into view, her voice hesitant. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, like she'd fallen asleep crying. Ron supposed she must have- they'd just attended Remus Lupin's funeral last night.

One funeral after the other. A constant chain of grief. Ron would be glad when it was all over- he'd never been around so many dead bodies, never seen so much heartache and misery.

"It's almost time." Her voice wobbled a bit, and Ron was consumed with the strong desire to grab a jacket of his and tuck it over her shoulders. Which was stupid; she wouldn't appreciate the gesture anyway, it made her too much of a damsel in distress. "Mr. Weasley says we ought to start gathering in the backyard. Guests have already arrived."

George's funeral would be hosted in the Burrow's backyard; the Weasleys had all agreed it would be best to have him as close as possible. Ron thought Fred would've wanted that as well. It felt improper to bury him away from home, in some graveyard full of other dead bodies. The atmosphere would've been too dreary and disconsolate whenever they went to visit.

"Suppose we ought to leave, then?" Harry looked at Ron for confirmation. "Ron?"

Ron swallowed; he wasn't sure where the large lump in his throat had come from, or the sudden urge to follow George and barricade himself in his room. "I hate this," he found himself saying. "We shouldn't have to do this."

Harry's eyes, so scrutinizing before, turned soft. Hermione moved towards Ron; he wondered, for a brief absurd moment, if she would take him by his hand and drag him forcefully out. He wouldn't blame her if she did- he himself was frustrated at his sudden mopey words.

But when she took his hand, she did nothing but stroke his knuckles. A tingle shot up his spine. "You're right," she whispered. "He should've lived."

Harry clasped his hand onto Ron's shoulder. His grip was tight, but Ron was grateful for his touch. "They all should've lived," he agreed, and there was no question as to who he was talking about.

Lupin. Tonks. Sirius. Moody. Cedric. Colin. Hell, even Snape. The guy was the biggest prick Ron had ever met (not counting Malfoy) but even he had done his part in the end. Been a hero.

They'd all been heroes.

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so this is basically my angsty post-deathly hallows fic lmao. i've always wondered how the golden trio had dealt with so many funerals.

#harry potter #hp fanfic #harry james potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #golden trio #fred's funeral #hp angst #post-deathly hallows fic #ron weasley fic #ron weasley centric fic #they're all traumatized children someone give them therapy

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somefanficrecomendations · 27 days

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March Monthly Roundup

A belated St. Patrick’s Day, and Happy Easter if you celebrate! Sadly, I had a busy March, so this month’s rec list is short and sweet!

BATFAM Too Close to Rotting to be Alive by alicecrow6 (gen), <1k, Damian Wayne-centric, Angst The thoughts of a rotting corpse not yet placed in his grave.

pull up the ladder when the flood comes by mintchocochips (gen), 4k, Cass Cain-centric Black Bat is operating in Hong Kong. Bruce is dead. A hell of a lot of people are dead. Cass is trying her damnedest not to drown. She doesn't want anyone else to drown either. She just wants to be good. She is maybe, just maybe, not okay.

charity by Valkrin (gen), 7k, Different First Meeting, Bad Parent!Drakes The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met. Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

the picture frames have changed and so has your name by Zahri (gen), 24k, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort There’s something wrong with Dick. Tim thought everything was getting back to normal. Bruce was alive and back in their timeline, the Birds of Prey were once again operating out of Gotham, Dick had the city well under control as Batman and even Damian had been less obnoxious than usual. And then during a firefight at a warehouse by the docks, Tim was almost hit by a flying boomerang. And Dick never noticed. When something is wrong with your big brother, who else do you turn to but your big sisters?

Fatherhood for Dummies by Havendance WIP, (gen), 6k, Batman Comics, POV Jack Drake When Tim runs away to No Man's Land, it takes Jack far too long to realize that he's gone. Once he does though, he'll do anything he can to get him back.

THE WITCHER Flung to Catch a Star by inexplicifics WIP, (Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier), 63k, Accidental Warlord AU Morvran Voorhis, first-ranked prince of Nilfgaard, has been sent to Kaer Morhen on a diplomatic mission. His tasks are twofold: first, negotiate a nonaggression treaty between the wild barbarian Warlord of the North and the Nilfgaardian Empire. And second, ingratiate himself with the mysterious Warlord’s daughter and heir apparent, Princess Cirilla. Sir Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, a Vicovaran knight, has been assigned to protect young Prince Voorhis on this mission. Prince Voorhis may be the best of a bad lot, but Cahir’s still not looking forward to the threats or the temperature of a winter in the distant North. They both know their mission is a dangerous one. But they don’t know where the true danger lies…and while they know how to navigate Nilfgaard’s treacherous court, they are not prepared for Kaer Morhen. This is a mission they might not survive…and if they do, they might be changed beyond all recognition.

HARRY POTTER Three Body Problem by cabezas_de_vaca (gen), 43k, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting To the girl with the bushy hair and the hungry mind, the Hat says RAVENCLAW; To the boy with the scar and the ask of otherwise, the Hat says SLYTHERIN; To the sixth son who has already chosen the two others, from a chance encounter on a train, the Hat says HUFFLEPUFF; and Flitwick is delighted and Sprout is intrigued and Snape is resigned, to say the least. Or: Perhaps the trio is inevitable everywhere, but in this variation, none of them are in Gryffindor, and they do their best to build things anyway.

CROSSOVER While You Were Missing by basil_coffee_and White Collar x Batman (Jason Todd/Roy Harper), 23k, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Jason!Neal A familiar redheaded child darts across the bullpen with a shout of “PAPA!” and barrels into Jason’s arms. “Lian–” He breathes. Jason's undercover work as Neal Caffrey is difficult for several reasons. He didn't anticipate that single parenting would be one of them, though.

#batfam fic rec #the witcher fic rec #white collar fic rec #batman comics fic rec #AWAU #harry potter fic rec #Cass Cain-centric #Damian Wayne-centric #POV Jack Drake #words: 0-5k #words: 5-10k #words: 20k #words: 60k #WIP #fic #words: 40k

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jegulusfics · 2 months

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the golden king by maladaptivewriting

word count: 319,416

finished?: No

main pairings: James/Regulus, Remus/Sirius, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

summary:

When Regulus Black woke up in 1991 after he was supposed to die twelve years prior, he realized two things. One, the locket he had worked so hard to steal had never been destroyed so the Dark Lord was still alive. And two, Harry Potter, James Potter's son, was in danger.

Regulus goes to school with the Golden Trio.

my personal thoughts below

oh my godddddddd i love this fic with my whole heart and soul. you get regulus, sirius, and remus raising harry. you get so much angst. there is so much content. it is one giant slow burn between every pairing. its so fun to read. the author is so great at doing what they do. it goes through the events of the books, but certain things are changed because of regulus, and they are done so well. im just dying for the next update i wont even lie.

#jegulus fic recs #marauders #raising harry #angst #slowburn #seer ron weasley #veela draco malfoy #regulus-black centric #James/Regulus #Draco/Harry #Remus/Sirius #Hogwarts #Jegulus

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idlyfretting · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Dolores Umbridge, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Hogwarts Fifth Year, Harry Potter is So Done, Anger, Slytherin Harry Potter, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry gets re-sorted into Slytherin, but that's not the plot, Smart Harry Potter, Harry is a Little Shit

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“Longbottom is a worthless excuse for a wizard. He’s not even a proper Gryffindor, if there even is such a thing.” Malfoy glanced across the table at Crabbe and Goyle. “What kind of lion runs away from a snake?” The two boys and Parkinson laughed mockingly.

Harry had been content to just leave, feeling more irritated with the others than any actual anger. But as he was standing up, he caught sight of Umbridge sitting at the head table fairly close to the Slytherins, giggling into her napkin in obvious mirth.

Yeah, fuck that.

After being re-sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of fifth year, Harry has finally had enough of Malfoy. But instead of letting his anger take hold in a very Gryffindor way, he lets his inner snake out to play.

#harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin harry #slytherin harry potter #hogwarts fifth years au #harry potter ao3 #i had an idea that wouldn't let me go #so here's this #harry potter centric #harry potter fic

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in-the-middle-of-the-room · 7 months

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"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm not ," she said.

•~•

" I mean it when I say I love you— and come Death Eaters or ghouls, my future has you in it— You are my future."

Fred and Hermione in Falling through time by wittyhistorian (Ao3)

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jakeway11 · 1 year

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Adding to the long long list of things I cannot forgive J.K. Rowling for is her absolute desecration of the Tonks family.

First of all, Andromeda had the perfect perspective into the inner workings of the cruelty of the Black family, while also being one of the very few to escape and live a long and happy life without them. What does Rowling do with that? She makes her a vaguely referenced caregiver whose only purpose is to raise Tonks and Teddy from afar, her only character development, if any at all, happening through other people who hardly ever acknowledge her.

Nymphadora Tonks herself started off amazingly, though. She was witty, snarky, and free-spirited while also giving dimension to Hufflepuff house as a whole. It almost felt like she could do anything, as regrettably far in the background as she was. She was a metamorphmagus, for God's sake, possibly one of the coolest magical traits in the series. Again, what does Joanne do? Makes her into the same sort of two-dimensional caregiver she made Andromeda. The idea of Tonks maturing and growing into herself after getting married and becoming pregnant could've been amazing. Instead, it felt like all of her character dried up the second there was a man in her life, which is not only aggravating but insanely disappointing.

And don't even get me started on Teddy. This could just be my personal bias (as I very well am biased about this), but he could've been such an integral character beyond his less than a handful of mentions in the series. After killing Remus and Tonks on a sheer whim, she also created a character that mirrored Harry himself in a few ways. Even as a background character, the way he could've become a foil to Harry's development as a man and a father could've done tons for the epilogue as a whole. Knowing Harry's character, he would've never just left Andromeda to care for Teddy on her own. Because of her rushed and ragged manner of writing the epilogue, it was so much duller and tunnel-visioned than it could've been. Teddy became one of the most colorful (no pun intended) and interesting characters due to the fan base making it that way. Without them, the only thing left would've been wasted potential.

Long story short, J.K. Rowling is incredibly lazy as a writer and I'm still evidently very upset about it.

#Sorry for the essay #But writing this must be the place has given me a lot of thoughts and feelings #Teddy-centric fics are a gift to this world and I'll be reading them until the day I die #Also making Teddy STRAIGHT??? AND CIS??? NOT EVEN A HINT OF QUEERNESS TO HIM? Girl we had to do all that shit ourselves #teddy lupin #atyd #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #this must be the place #hp fandom #tmbtp #max writes

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roncentric · 2 years

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Fics where Ron Weasley dies or is assumed dead

Note: None of these fics are bashing Ron so if that’s what you’re looking for this isn’t for you. So far I’ve only collected these but I’d love to read more with this theme.

other waters by Mad_Maudlin

Three years after the end of the war, Harry's life isn't quite what he expected it to be. A face from the past, however, changes everything.

Harry/Ron fic where he’s assumed dead. Complete.

Spitfire by Windschild8178

Harry Potter is hearing voices, well, one voice; Ron Weasley. His 'maybe' dead ex-best friend who might have betrayed him to his greatest enemy. With such uncertainty in the case file of Ron Weasley, the wizarding world see fit to condemn and move on, but when Ron reappears after two years of absence events are set in motion that will reveal the depths of human endurance and love.

Incomplete but still super worth it. Author has stated they plan for this to be a golden poly fic endgame.

I'd Kill You If You Weren't Already Dead by Backroads

After helping defeat Voldemort, Ron finds himself not only dead, but a ghost. Worse, his brother Percy had died unbeknownst to the family a year earlier. Worse still, they've been sentenced to spend the next century together. Will they survive?

Gen fic where Ron dies. Takes place from his ghost’s POV focused on his friendship with Percy’s ghost. I haven’t finished this fic yet but ppl seem to like it and so far I do too

If anyone know more fics following this theme feel free to add!

#ron weasley #fic recs #ron weasley fic recs #ron centric #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley appreciation #ronarry #golden poly #golden trio #harry potter #ron & percy

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bangeraang · 3 months

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Despite everything, Mary remembered never wanting that night to be over. She remembered wishing that she and Lily could have lived in that little escapism bottle forever, in Lily’s suite hotel room.

They disguised their kisses and light touches as friendship, then, and they teased around each other for ages before Mary found herself snapping and asking once again: “are you drunk?”

Lily was sprawled out beneath her and she was breathless and serene. Completely unrecognisable when compared with the woman Mary had first met.

Lily swallowed, eyes dark and confusion laced on her forehead. “I-” Mary raised an eyebrow.

She wanted to ask and to make sure before they continued, forget the fact that they had both only been drinking nothing but cherry Coke since they had returned. It was nearing 1:00 am.

Lily’s response was breathless. “I’ve never been so sober in my life.”

rumours (rumours) :

bangeraang_ on ao3

band au, Marylily, ongoing, 5/13 chapters, slight mature

give it a read ;)

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flowerpottlady · 1 year

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A Turning Point

Chapter 5

He looked around the table, meeting Sirius’ earnest eyes, apprehension was written all over Peter, and with an approving nod from Remus. James ran head first, “lads, you cannot repeat this to anyone.” And that was the Marauder’s oath, they all knew it, whenever someone uttered those words they would take the secret to the grave.

“We were with Dumbledore yesterday.”

There was a heavy silence for a moment, Remus broke the tension, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Kinky.”

James chuckled, relief flooding him, “thanks for that Moony.”

Silence again, and then Sirius took the serious route, “so… you met with Dumbledore yesterday?”

Read chapter 5 here

Start from the beginning

#jily #harry potter #james potter #jily fic #hp marauders #james and lily #jily fanfiction #lily potter #marauders #sirius black #hp fanfic #lily evans #moony padfoot and prongs #remus lupin #jily centric #marauders era #baby harry

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being-luminous · 2 years

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So it is quite literally the smallest detail, but one thing I adore adding to my fics where I can is Harry carrying hair ties around his wrist for Hermione

It’s already snuck its way into my newest fic (which will hopefully be posted sometime this week! I’m about 3k in, but I refuse to break this one up into chapters, so no posting yet), and it makes me so soft

Anyway, here’s the scene 🥰 A deceptively soft little interaction considering this is a(nother) Harrymort Hades & Persephone AU w/ all that entails

“Honestly,” Hermione mutters, shoving her hair away from her face again. It only barely stays tucked behind her ear. “I’ve told him a thousand times how important this is. Why does he even come if he’s just going to complaint at the first sign of dark?”

Harry crouches down behind her, gathers her hair and ties it back with the leather strap he keeps around his wrist for exactly this purpose. “He worries about you,” he says, combing his fingers through her curls, making sure each coil is caught in place.

“Well, he shouldn’t.” She lifts one hand to her ear, frowns when there’s no hair to push back. When she realizes what he’s done, she grins, pleased.

He rises from his crouch with a nod. Looks down the path. “How much longer do you want to stay out?”

Hermione follows his gaze. “You agree with him?”

“I didn’t say that.” He shivers, exaggerated. Rubs his hands over his arms. “Bit chilly, though.”

She huffs, turns back to her work. “I’m almost done.”

“Then why…?”

“Because he’s so, ugh!” She tosses down her spade, turns on her knees to face him. “He’s infuriating. I can take care of myself!”

Harry rocks back on his heels, keeps his expression even. “Right.”

“I don’t need an escort to go pick mushrooms”—she takes up her spade again—“but he insists on coming with. He doesn’t listen.” Then, like it’s just occurred to her, she accuses, “You’re no better.”

“Maybe,” Harry says, dragging out the word. “Or…”

She stares stubbornly down at the dirt, then sighs. “Or what?”

“Maybe we like being out here, and your foraging gives us a reason to be. Maybe we like spending time with you.”

She goes back to digging, cheeks burning. “Hmph.”

#help i love their friendship so much #just posted a very ron centric fic so now hermione gets some extra love #but anyway yes this is another 'loosely based on greek myth' au #featuring voldemort stealing harry away to the underworld in very dramatic fashion #anyway carrying hair ties for your best friend who always insists she wont need one is something that can actually be so personal #snippets

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