#oh bellatrix is swooning

[motherfuckingmaneater]

"You are different from the others. This is why I singled you out for my own. Molded you. Form to be prefect. Above even my own inner circle. I am unsure how well that fairs for me. I resent how I long for you and still I do."

"Mm, and what a fine job you've done my Lord, but there'd have been little to deny you'd have grown bored were I like any of the others...

As for longing, you need not... I am irrevocably yours to take."

#tmvoldemort #oh bellatrix is swooning #just admit you're in love voldy #the devil and his witch. #hello old friend #how i love receiving things from you

[plscallmeeren]

S A C R I F I C E

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (they defended you as Draco mocked your father's death at the hands of Bellatrix). You and Hermione became girlfriends in 4th year after the Triwizard tournament

This starts after Harry has told them about what he needs to do etc (you are stressed so Hermione tries to make it all better iykyk) and later an interesting series of events follows the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Swearing; death; injury; magical strap-on with sperm kinda thing idk (r receiving); fisting (H receiving); biting

Word Count: 2.7K+

You slouched on the couch in Gryffindor common room, picking at your fingernails as your mind sucked all the energy out of your living body.

This was big. This would change everything. Things had no business changing. Not now. Not yet.

Hermione sat down beside you slowly, leaning into the curve of your body. You sighed gently, reciprocating the pressure.

"We can do this," she whispered, hardly a breath's worth of effort to move something heavier than iron.

"I know. I do. I just... since my dad-"

"I know," she replied softly. You were inexplicably thankful that she wasn't trying to convince you not to come if she was, considering it would have been pointless. "Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" you asked bleakly, letting her drag you up the stairs to her dormitory. "Why?"

"Just trust me," she insisted, shutting the door firmly once you arrived, followed by a very suspicious locking spell, an even more suspicious Muffliato and a screaming Silencio.

You knew where this was going.

"'Mione, I appreciate this, but I don't think it's the time-"

She shushed you, pressing a finger to her lips before disappearing into the bathroom. You sighed. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy sex and obviously looked forward to it, it was just... you felt too worried to give anything else much energy or attention.

You sat down on Hermione's bed, crossing your legs as you stared at the Hollyhead Harpies poster on the opposite wall.

Oh, Harry.

The door to your left opened, and your jaw dropped. There she stood, your gorgeous woman, dressed in crotch-less lingerie that was lacy from the underbelly of her cleavage right down to her hips, only interrupted by some stark black lines of ribbon.

Sex was starting to sound better already.

"You really gonna keep your legs crossed?" she asked, sounding sultry and put out simultaneously.

"Hell, no," you chuckled, spreading your legs over the edge of the bed and licking your lips playfully. "You need some help there?"

"No," she said smugly, making your brows shoot skyward. "I thought considering you usually pleasure me, we should switch things up a little... I wanna give you some comfort."

You simply smirked, awaiting her as she placed the needle on the record player and let it start. Swooning soul music crooned the sway of her hips as she somewhat awkwardly sauntered in your direction.

Hermione sat down on your lap, facing you, pressing her breasts up against your own as you breathed a little heavier, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tracing - tracing everything, everywhere, desperate for something perhaps beyond your mortal body.

"Love, I need-," you started, but she cut you off with a kiss, a mourning drama of lips and promises.

"Take your shirt off. For me."

You complied easily, stripping yourself of all but vulnerability. She rolled her hips against your crotch, extracting a moan through your bound mouth.

Hermione took her time unbuttoning your pants until they were bunched around your ankles. Her teeth grazed your collarbone, pulling at your skin like a faraway pinch.

"I can't do this as well as you," she murmured, still moving languidly to match the music.

"Let me show you." Your own teeth attacked the plush of her cleavage, biting down roughly and licking along the damage with an ironic tenderness that made her moan loudly.

"Yeah, that," she replied breathlessly, diving back into your kiss with just a tad more longing. Purple marks were scattered over her white flesh. "I learned a spell..."

"Yeah?" At this point she was basically humping on your bare thighs.

She retrieved her wand from the bedside table beside her (you hadn't noticed her place it), teasing you as she waved it around indefinitely before pointing it at her pussy. You watched, spellbound, as a sort of cock grew on her - not attached to her skin, but somehow different to the so-called dildos she had told you existed in the muggle world.

"It's called a squirting strap-on. Only it feels more real this way," she whispered, pressing her hard toy against your abdomen before directing it with her own hand towards your entrance. "Lie down."

You did as she asked, lying on the soft bed as she pushed into you, making you groan.

"Fuck," you panted, watching as she disappeared into your cunt again and again. "It feels really damn good, 'Mione."

She simply nodded, concentrated on the swing of her hips to the beat of the swooning music. Her crotch rubbed against your clit by extension, creating friction that formed your mouth into an 'o' shape.

"You ready?" she whined, apparently enjoying everything just as much. You nodded. Presently, hot cum filled you up to the brim, Hermione pulling out wearily as her toy vanished into thin air.

"I think I've gotta pay you back, love."

Hermione grinned as you clambered over the bed weakly to lie over her instead. She gasped as two of your fingers toyed with her pussy, curling inside her as she writhed.

"Oh, Merlyn, (y/n)-" She interrupted herself with an unhinged moan, hips bucking up against your hand as you added another two fingers, your thumb circling her clit. You had to hold her hips down with your other hand so that she'd lie still.

"Be as loud as you like, hon'," you murmured, cherishing her pornographic whimpers and moans. She clenched around your fingers so tightly you wondered whether you could escape, but somehow you managed to thrust in and out of her continuously.

"Oh, Merlyn, oh God, oh-"

Finally you added even your thumb somehow into her tight and pulsing cunt, pressing your entire fist against her walls. She screeched, but no complaint followed as she whined.

You could feel her clenching around you convulsively, shoulder blades cutting into the mattress beneath her with all her will.

"Cum," you ordered softly, and your hand came shooting out just as she did. You looked down at the bed, covered in an entourage of slick.

She groaned, rolling over on the bed and nodding at you to get off so that she could lift the cover. You both rolled under, naked bodies pressed up against each other in something at least as intimate as your previous activity.

"We can do this," she whispered, curling into your embrace even further.

"I know. I never doubted it."

•••

some time later, at the Battle of Hogwarts

Oh hell, no.

You stood close to the door of the Room of Requirement, desperately trying to keep your way out unoccupied.

Hermione, Harry and Ron stood further off, opposite that damn Malfoy, Crabbe and Zabini, who until then, you hadn't even minded.

Times were changing.

You had been too far away to hear the preceding conversation, but it didn't seem to be going particularly well. Great pillars of fire loomed over piles of stuff, taking on shapes of almost mythologically suited faces.

They were looking for something, that much you could see. Brooms, maybe? Oh, Hermione. Why had you ever let you both get into this mess? Why didn't you take the chance when you had it and stayed at that beautiful, godforsaken river you both loved so much? Was there any scenario in which you didn't both end up here? You wanted it. You wanted it bad.

But there was no point grieving for a reality you might never have achieved in the first place. You held the door behind you open, ready for them to come, to fly, to walk, to flee, for this to finally all be over-

A gloved hand grabbed you from behind, its iron grip catching you off guard as it flung you back into the regular old corridor.

Everything spun. This wasn't supposed to happen. Hermione was still inside. Who...?

"We meet again," someone spoke softly, and next thing you knew it was all dark.

You struggled against whoever had their hands clasped around you, the frayed blinding spell cast upon you ridding you of all sense of direction while abiding enough frustration to afford a scream. The steel grip tightened even further.

"Let me go! You've gotta be fucking joking, at least give me a chance at a fair fight-"

A harsh slap across the face shut you up, but no one could steal away your grimace or your ferocious jaw.

Eventually someone lifted the spell - although by then you had been dragged over seven types of undergrowth and rubble - giving you little time to adjust to your surroundings. The nearest thicket of forest trees loomed behind you; towering trees so close together they looked like one.

They were, however, not exactly your priority.

Before you stood Bellatrix - familiar with her wild hair, wild eyes, wild gestures - the woman solely responsible for the death of your ‘blood traitor’ father. She tried to laugh, you thought, but it came out a choked cackle.

“Lookie, lookie, who do we ‘ave ‘ere? Come to join daddy,” she sang, approaching in a sort of drunken strut.

You tried to move. It wouldn’t help. You didn’t have a wand on you anymore. You couldn’t outrun magic. Behind you, someone cast the body-binding hex.

You simply lay there, watching as grinning, malicious, dangerous Bellatrix pointed her wand to her throat before speaking. The mocking sound reached into your head, slithering and oozing right where you couldn’t touch it. “Miss Granger… we would be pleased to meet you at the edge of the forbidden - no, what’s this nonsense? - legitimate forest. Then again, if you are not so pleased, I recommend you invest in a coffin. You’ll need one either way, only…”

She looked you in the eye, a smirk curling at her lips. “Will it be yours or (y/l/n)’s? The choice is yours.”

No. No. No. She couldn’t do this. Hermione wouldn’t come. Right? Hermione was the most clever person this side of Diagon Alley. She wouldn’t come for you. Surely…

Time passed slowly. Excruciatingly slow. You thought it would help if you listened to Bellatrix and Lucius’ conversation, but none of it helped. It was all catching up on who was dead already, and that was about the opposite of what you needed to hear right then.

Just when you were inwardly beginning to melt with relief, she appeared.

Bloodied, determined, bruised, beautiful.

You hated her for coming. You also loved her for it, but that part of you was significantly outweighed.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” she asked frantically, only then realising you couldn’t answer. She turned on Bellatrix, who was looking all too smug.

Hermione fired a spell at her - you couldn’t tell which - but it was easily reflected. Instead, Lucius took over, parrying with Hermione skilfully, neither of them taking a blow or giving one.

Harry appeared on the horizon of your vision, thoroughly panicked. You wondered how Hermione had escaped his and Ron’s sight.

Bellatrix looked down at you, a woozy smile playing at her features as she mouthed at you: “The final hit.”

You wanted to scream. Inside, you were. Oh, this cursed hex, you needed to do something! Harry, anyone!

But before Harry could arrive, Bellatrix lifted her hand and green shot out of it.

Hermione crumpled. She may have fought, though she knew what coming meant, but they hadn’t even bothered to pick you up off the floor or hold a knife to your neck.

Hermione fell. She had done it for you. Not a tear in her eye. Although, maybe you couldn’t tell, the way your vision swam.

Hermione was dead. What had happened to Bellatrix saying you wouldn’t get hurt if she sacrificed herself? What more could she have done to hurt you?

Hermione ended. That was that, you supposed.

•••

When you woke, you were somewhere else. And you could move.

Although weak from inner turmoil, you stood up, turning to see Harry, gasping and panting as he had just dragged you up multiple flights of stairs. You were sick of being dragged.

And then it came back to you. Gushes and streams of dread finding you like water in a desert, completing your miserable state. You almost howled in pain, but Harry clapped a hand over your mouth. Up the stairs, others were fighting. Harry didn’t look too good himself.

“Merlyn, did she actually-“

He nodded tightly. “Yeah. Bellatrix was so happy she literally flew past me and I managed to take Lucius out. She’s still somewhere in the castle. I can’t believe-“

He cut himself off, but you knew just as well what he had wanted to say. You nodded. It should have been anyone else.

You clambered off into a different passageway, eventually arriving at the great hall, which was weighed down by nothing short of disarray. Dead bodies lay everywhere while barely living ones fought standing over them. You couldn’t bare looking.

That is, until you saw Hermione.

Hermione was alive.

Hermione was fighting.

“Harry,” you said shakily, pointing at her unsurely, “did you leave Hermione behind at the forest? We’re- We’re sure she…”

“Yes,” he managed, eyes wide as he watched her fencing with none other than Bellatrix, both of them putting up an enthusiastic fight.

Your mind whirled. It made no sense.

Green began flashing between them as you and Harry hurried over to help - whether it was Hermione or not, anyone who fought Bellatrix was a friend.

She barely dodged, standing precariously as she sent back her own flash of green accompanied by Crucio.

Bellatrix hissed, waving her wand in a very complicated movement before sending a large snake flying in Hermione’s direction. She watched it in glee, too caught up in its sudden disappearance to see Hermione’s next spell coming. You had seen her mouths shape the words Avada Kedavra. You saw Bellatrix freeze, then fall. You saw Hermione turn and meet your gaze, saw her bound towards you now that you had stopped running. What did you care if you were still surrounded by oncoming and lasting death? And yet, somehow, you were surprised when she was in your arms, there, undeniably herself.

Hermione, alive.

“Oh, Merlyn, I thought- How- I saw- I mean-“

She chuckled, tugging you slowly in the safest direction possible, Harry following. “I did, (y/n). I died. But I was at this weird train station then, and it was all white, and Tonks was there for some reason - I don’t know, not like she’s dead, but maybe she’s just who I needed to see at the time.”

You nodded, still following somewhat.

“Anyway, and she told me that because I had died in sacrifice and love I was still so bound to the living, to you, that I could decide where I wanted to go. And, well, I figured you weren’t quite done with me yet.”

You laughed. “That’s so fucking trippy, hon’. I’m so fucking grateful.”

You were in a corner now, further away from all others. You smiled at each other, giddy with happiness, pressing your foreheads together. Harry was a forgotten variable in the background.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?��

“I love you so much. I mean, otherwise I’d be dead, right? (Y/n)…Will you marry me?”

You choked on tears. It was too much emotion. First she was dead and then she was asking you to be with her forever.

“Of course,” you whispered.

“I don’t have a ring.”

“Seriously, Hermione, I couldn’t possibly care less. We’ll buy something later to pass on to the kids. We’ll live on the river.”

She laughed. All was perfect in the world.

#fanfic #fanfiction #new chapter #romance #harry potter #smut #x reader #hermione x reader #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger #battle of hogwarts #angst #angst with a happy ending

[sapphicwhxre]

ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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#harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #luna lovegood x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #cho chang x reader #nymphadora tonks x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #ron weasley x reader #fleur delacour x reader #harry potter #fic recs #masterlist #smut #fluff #angst

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Sorry, I don't know your OCs very well. Could I get "Soup" for whichever character needs more love from you?

Hey! Happy New Year! I'm so sorry to have taken so long with this! I've had most of the fic written nearly since I got this ask, but I got distracted with holiday prep.

Here's a cosy friendship ficlit between two assassins and a bowl of soup!

cross-posted on ao3!

send me a prompt and a character! And I promise not to take so long with the next one! 😆

Warmer in the Winter

A cold chill settled across the city sometime in the night, lingering long after the sun rose. It burrowed its way deep into the stones and refused to leave. Winter was coming.

Bella shivered, pulling her dark cloak tighter around her. She never liked the cold despite the years she'd spent in the Imperial Province. It made her miserable. Like clockwork each year, the colder it grew, the greater her homesickness became. Greater until in the dead ice of winter, all she could do was bundle close near a fire, and sing of sailing ships on turquoise waters.

She stole quietly into the house. No one was on this level, but there was a hush lingering in the air and an otherworldly kind of chill that never failed to dig at her insides. By the time she made it downstairs and into the sanctuary itself, it was all she could do to keep her teeth from chittering. Oh blast the winter!

She shuffled passed her brothers and sisters, none of who seemed particularly bothered by the drop in temperature. In fact, M'raaj-Dar appeared quite pleased with himself, warm as he was within his own fur coat. Blasted Khajiit had all the luck!

Her bed was piled high with various blankets acquired over the last two years. Into this nest she burrowed, still wrapped in her outer robe, until she was completely hidden from sight beneath the mound of blankets. Almost warmth began to spread through her, and she urned her face away from the cool air of her subterranean home.

"Psst, Bella! Bella, are you awake?"

Bellatrix started, and sneezed. There was an amused "Bless you!" before she squinted to find sunshine smiling down at her.

"Toni? What—"

"I made soup for dinner!" the golden haired Breton said, her grin widening.

That caught Bellatrix's attention. She stuck her head out further from the cacoon of blanket. "Soup?" The air wasn't so chill anymore, she noticed. It seemed someone, probably Antoinetta, had stoked the fire and built it up. The air was actually a little hazy from the smoke that didn't escape into the pipes laid in the ceiling. It was a completely different atmosphere from the icy cavern she'd crawled into earlier. "How long was I asleep?"

"Several hours," Toni said, stroking back Bella's purple dyed hair in a somewhat motherly fashion that made the Redguard almost swoon in tired contentment. "Telaendril said you came in looking like some sort of wraith in a Nordic tomb."

It took Bellatrix a moment longer to answer, so warm was she. She felt as if she could go right back to sleep that very moment without any trouble. "Telaendril's been to Skyrim one time."

Toni's grin curled brighter. "I know."

"I'd like to see her go there now. In the middle of Sun's Dusk."

"Imagine going in Morning Star though."

"Can't," Bella mumbled, "It sounds too much like turning myself in to the guard or something."

"Does it?" Antoinetta Marie laughed.

Bellatrix nodded, punctuating it with a jaw cracking yawn that she had to duck away from the petting hand to let loose. She rubbed at her eyes, feeling far more like a child than she ever did when she really was one. Turning one eye to her golden headed friend, something pricked at the back of her brain and wiggled its way to the forefront. "Did you say something about soup?"

"Yes," Toni said, "Garlic and mushroom."

"D'you put leeks in it?"

"Extra."

"Gods, I love you."

"I know." The smile on the shorter woman's face was radiant as she clasped Bella's hand, and pulling her from her nest, dragged her not unwillingly to her feet. The room was quite comfortable and Antoinetta Marie's hand on her arm familiar and warm. Part of her wished they could spend the whole winter like this: bundled up with bowls of hot soup and cracking fires to warm the parts of them that weren't cuddled next to another person, but she knew better. They were there because they had jobs to do, and they would do them, too, even if their Mother sent them to Skyrim in the dead of Morning Star.

Still, Bella thought later when she had a bowl of soup steaming in front of her and Toni's leg pressed against hers at the table, it was nice to be stay in.

#oc: bellatrix farstern #antoinetta marie #dark brotherhood #cheydinhal #m'raaj dar #telaendril #winter #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #answered ask #azura's ask box #not a quote

[dangerouslyallaboutdraco]

Death Eater Draco

A/n: Set during the HBP with Death Eater Draco. Also, sorry, I will come up with a better title soon It was never how he imagined his life would turn out, you both knew that and it was blindingly obvious when anyone took a second to look at Draco as anything more than his father’s son. The summer you spent at Malfoy Manor after Lucius got sent to Azkaban wasn’t as much fun as the previous one when Narcissa had let you and Draco run wild around the house. No, that summer was spent stepping on eggshells around the woman whose husband was in the worst place one could imagine and trying to comfort Draco. You always saw a dark side in Lucius, at just 11 you were pretty sure that 11-year-old Draco hadn’t come to his conclusion about muggle-born by himself and when you finally saw Lucius in Flourish and Blotts being incredibly rude to an 11-year-old Ginny you confirmed your theory of this wicked man’s brainwashing. It wasn’t until third year that you really got close with Draco after you had to take him to the infirmary. Of course, by then you knew his very vocal position on people of different origin than him and yourself but there was a good side of him that you saw, even if it was buried under a mountain of horrible comments. As soon as you were allowed to leave to Hogsmeade on weekend trips you accompanied Draco and his friends and, although it took him a few long weeks, he eventually asked you out on a date and later that year to be his girlfriend. And it was good until summer came and Draco asked you to come with him to the Quidditch world cup. Usually, seeing Quidditch with your boyfriend in some of the best seats in the stadium wouldn’t have been a concern but you knew you were going to have to meet Lucius. Thankfully, possibly due to your blood status, Lucius liked you and agreed you should date Draco. Narcissa was happy, as long as Draco was. Once the Triwizard Tournament was announced you were regularly at Draco’s side to watch the competition, letting him complain about Potter and staying up late together to finished your homework. And of course, the yule ball, where Draco was the perfect gentleman and dancer you were sure his mother trained him to be. That summer was the first time you’d visited the Manor and Narcissa promptly invited you to stay the whole summer, noticing how happy Draco was one night while you played hide-and-seek in the dark. And staying with the Malfoy’s was far more fun than you’d imagined it would be. Possibly you were too blinded by your love for Draco to notice Lucius absence and whatever strange was happening behind those big door of the dining room. Arriving back at Hogwarts for your 5th year was like going back to reality from your dreamland with Draco, not a nice feeling. Then the rules started coming down hard and fast thanks to Umbridge. Thankfully as you were Draco’s girlfriend and Draco kept to the rules, Umbridge didn’t hate you. Of course, there were still quite a few late-night rendezvous in Draco’s dorm with a silencing charm. Then the drama started and was over before you and the rest of the school knew the full story. Draco’s whole demeanour changed and you watched him close up as his father was taken away. As Narcissa loved you and thought it would help Draco come to terms with what he needed to do, she invited you back to the Manor for summer. And that is where you are now. Draco’s room. Fixing your eyes on the luxurious decor to avoid seeing his pale, drained face. Now you were sure there was nothing worse than seeing someone you loved losing themselves. “You should go home.” Draco finally said, causing your eyes to snap back onto his. He was standing in the middle of the room, pacing, as you sat on the bed. All you could manage was shaking your head. “Draco Malfoy.” You began, standing up and taking a step over to him. “I love you so, so, so much and I am not going to let you fall into the trap of thinking you’re like your father.” You pick up his hand that he had crossed and held them in yours. He quickly pulled them away. “You don’t get it!” He very rarely raised his voice with you but this time something felt very real.

“Tell me then.” You say, shrugging. At this point, there wasn’t anything he could do to disappoint you. 

With one look you knew something was really wrong, his whole face was ghost-like and he looked like he wanted to cry. You tugged on his hands and pulled him over to sit next to you on the bed. 

“I... I’m not sure... how to say all of this.” He managed to get out between breaths. “I know you’d hate it so much if I end up like my father but I have to show you this because you’re the only person who can help me.” He rushed out the words quickly and your head started to spin about what could happen but Draco finally stopped it all when he rolled up his sleeve to show you.. His Dark Mark. 

“Oh, Draco.” It was the only thing you could get out as you reached out to touch it. He pulled it away before you could, rolling down his sleeve to conceal it.

Your eyes snapped to his and the look of beyond horror was written on his face. His eyes had lost that spark they used to have, that shine that lit up when you laughed at his bad jokes or when you danced in the kitchen at night. Voldemort had taken that from him. 

“How do you do it?” Suddenly there was anger in his voice, directed at you. Your face turned into a hurt expression that he read as confused. “How can you let me touch you with this.” He pulled up his sleeve to show you. “On my body?” He finished, pointing at the Dark Mark as he paced angry steps along the wooden floorboards.

“Because Draco.” You tell him, standing up and throwing your arms in front of you. “I love you.” He stopped quickly, turning to look at you. “I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone and there is nothing you could ever do that would make me not love you.” It was followed by an exasperated sigh, finally, you’d gotten everything you needed to out. 

Draco took a few steps towards you, closing the gap between you before he took your face in his hands. His fingertips fanned out from your cheekbones to your jaw on both sides. Touching you so gently, and as if you were made of glass, he rubbed your cheeks. 

“I am going to do everything I can to protect you, please don’t let yourself get dragged into this.” He told you gently, his voice was so soft. 

“Draco, I don’t mind. If you’re in this then I am as well even if it’s not what I believe, you’re who I believe in.” There was definitely a tough line, of course, you didn’t believe the pureblood ideology that Voldemort did but if you had to fake it for the love of your life then you would.

“I’m 100% sure you’re who I’m going to marry.” His reply came. 

“I am.” You confirm, smiling up at him softly. He leant forward, his lips hovering over yours for a second before he crashed them into yours, passionately but so softly.  “Now let me see it.” You tell him once you’ve pulled apart. 

With a sign, he rolled up his sleeve again and showed you the dark mark. It was incredibly detailed up close before it had only been a picture in the newspaper but now it was permanently on your boyfriend's skin. 

It would have probably made a very nice muggle ‘tattoo’, something Hermione had told you about. Holding his wrist so he could pull away you run your finger along it.

Even as you touched it there was a hot sensation hitting your nerves. “Does it hurt?” You asked him, looking back up to see his eyes fixed on you. 

There was a nod. “Burns sort of and itches.” He explained and you felt even worse for him. Leaning your lips down you placed a kiss on it, then another. He looked appreciative towards you and there was the smile you’d been missing. 

“Now, you tired?” 

~

As the summer continued the situation only worsened, with Draco’s crazy Aunt, Bellatrix, at the house all the time and Draco being in a lot of closed-door meetings. 

You tried to keep your head down, staying in Draco’s room or in the garden but ‘family’ dinners were uncomfortable. 

Finally, there came a night when you got to spend time together, Narcissa and Bellatrix were both out so the house was almost quiet. 

Once they had left Draco rushed back up to his room, wanting to find you as soon as he could.

“Hey.” You said, smiling over at him while you close the book you were reading. All you wanted was to light a fire in his eyes for just a few long hours of the night, so he could remember being happy. Water drizzled down outside the Manor and you could see the whole grounds from the window seat you had.

There were slight tears in his eyes and they began to fall as he walked over to you. Quickly you were wrapping him in a hug as he rested his head on your shoulder, silently letting out tear after tear.

“What’s up?” You asked once he pulled his head off your shoulder.

“It was so hard today, I got my first task and I can’t even tell you what it is because there’s no way I’m going to be able to complete it.” He spits out, wiping angry tears off his cheeks with the back on his hand.

You took your thumb and ran it under his eye. “You don’t have to, baby, just when you’re ready.” That was all he needed to hear to make the rest of the evening slightly better.

Mornings were the hardest, getting Draco out of bed and convincing him to go downstairs and join the group of Death Eaters he didn’t want to be a part of.

“I just can’t.” He cried out, looking hopeless as you tried to pull him out of his room. That’s what broke your heart more than anything, your best friend and the love of your life in so much pain. Like a part of him was missing.

“You need to Draco, your place is a seat at that table.” You knew he didn’t want to hear it but even if he didn’t want it this is where your lives were.

“No, my place is by your side.” Without even trying he made you swoon.

You could feel the smile on your face. “I love you for that but please, Draco, we’re going to have a much better life after this is done. Just think about the future.”

“You know, with you, it doesn’t look so bleak.” He told you, placing a kiss on your lips before walking out the door and going to do what he needed to.

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I have some Fred and George promts that I don't want to forget so imma put them here. If you are interested in writting them, by all means go for it, just tag me. I don't think I have a preference over who is in each scenario. I will probably write George and Fred based on what I thought but they should work with either twin. I do think they are different, im just saying that I could see the story going with either boy

• Reader and Fred pull a prank on George that changes his hair color based on mood. (Red - angry, blue - sad, green - disgust, light pink - embarrassed, hot pink - flirty, purple - in love/swooning, dark purple -lust) The 3 are sitting in the great hall eating and George is staring at reader and his hair turns purple. Reader thinks he has just zoned out and starts to bug him asking who he is thinking about. Leads to confession (and I imagine he is embarrassed so his hair is pink)

• Reader is a metamorphmagus and they like to switch between male and female so they change their physical appearance as such. (I see Fred as bi ngl) Fred gets a crush on the reader without knowing they are both people. A little while later, he falls for the other side (if that makes sense) of them and thinks he likes 2 different people. He is super torn and has no idea what to do

•This one is a Soulmate AU. The one where you can hear the music your soulmate is listening to. Reader is listening to ✨🌶 S p i c y 🌶 ✨ music and he knows its reader and he is shocked because they don't seem like they would listen to it and he is pleasantly suprised to find they are super flirty and such (he is twin of your choice lol)

•Yet again, one of our boys gets pranked. They lie about something that makes reader upset so they prank them so that everytime they try to talk, bubbles come out instead and the only way to undo it is to do somthing super embarrassing (I'll leave that to y'alls imagination's) and they refuse because they are petty but they eventually give in with this big social stunt or smth

•i imagine reader is a Ravenclaw (could really be any) who is the child of Bellatrix and *Moldy Voldy* (why ravenclaw you ask? I'll explain) They are in George and Fred's year so they are older than Harry. Reader was rescued a little before Harry was born and got to stay with someone else (probably Remus or smth. I imagine a gryfinndor so that way the Slytherin and the Gryfinndor kinda cancel out so you get Ravenclaw. Slytherin is their blood but they know its wrong so they push for the good values. I know slytherins can be good [believe me, I am very big on the fact that not all Slytherins are evil] but when its Bella and Mr. Tom, they have some bad bones) and they keep it a secret from their friends (the twins, the trio, etc.) Until Remus brings them to an OoTP meeting. He doesn't say who he just says he is bringing He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named 's child and they are terrified of how their friends will react. Kinda angsty but eventually they all understand that reader isn't evil

• Branching off of the previous, same family situation but when they were younger, they weren't seen as a child, they were a weapon. Trixie and Tommy boy would experiment on them so they are lowkey fucked up. They are super powerful and struggle to control it. Reader freaks out because they are terrified that he will be able to control them or see in their mind and good 'ole Gred and Forge help our reader to feel better and reassure them

• Reader and a twin are dating in 7th year (With Umbridge) and instead of breaking up or telling them about the plan to start a shop, they just leave and break off all contact. Years later they see each other and reader confronts them about how he couldn't even break up with them before leaving and he confesses his worries. Inspired by the song Ways to Break a Heart by Maddie Zahm [you can find it on YouTube]

• Can happen to either the reader or George or Fred but somehow by prank or accident in class, they get separated into different parts of themselves [parts like the 7 deadly sins (so they would be split into Pride and Lust) but also other things work (like Fear and Wonder)] and the other 2 have to deal with it until the problem is fixed

• (I have a lot with the boys and pranks, sorry lol) the boys get de-aged and reader has to chase them around because they are H E A T H E N S but then later on they put them to sleep and the Love Interest (twin of choice) snuggles up to them and mentions how much they love them and reader gives it no mind because "he was a baby". They snuggle and when they wake up the boys are of normal age and the Love Interest just snuggles closer and says something like "I meant it y'know. I really do love you/think you're amazing" and just. Fluff

• (I wrote George, yet again, could work with either) Reader is playing with the sleeve/hem/string of George's sweater/hoodie and he quips with a flirty comment like "you want the whole thing? Here, give it back when it smells like you" and the reader brushes it off as a flirty comment and teases "how am I supposed to know what I smell like? I'm noseblind to myself" and he gives them a scent. The scent seems familiar to them but oh well. They wear it because its soft and it smells like him and later on when they are chilling in the common room or whatever (George isn't there) they realize that's what he said he smelt in his Amortentia in potions last week and they lowkey freak out and go to ask him about it and aaaah! Cute things ensue

• [!!!TW: Depression, suicidal thoughts!!!] Can happen to either reader or one of the boys.(If it happens to a boy i see it being George as he seems insecure of being in Fred's shadow and I will write the prompt that way but it works with Fred and reader as well) George has been a little off recently and reader and Fred can't figure out what it is until reader goes to the astronomy tower late one night and finds George on the roof of the atronomy tower, seemingly fighting with himself about whether or not he should jump off. Angst, ends with fluff, reader helps him to feel better. Inspired by the song Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

•During their 6th year with the Triwizard Tournament, a durmstrange gent takes a liking to the reader. They start to court the reader and flirt with them, give them lots of compliments, try to show their affection. The Love Interest (again, twin of choice) get REALLY jealous tho and decides to try and out-do the durmstrang boy. This leads to really extravagant methods of flirting (ex. Sending a howler that is actually a shower of compliments or after a big quidditch match, the whole team does a choreographed dance where the suitor sings/performs to reader) all of this leading up to the yule ball. They either go with the durmstrange guy and deal with Love Interest later or they end up going with the Twin, whatever you would like

• Everyone is at the Burrow and they decide to watch a movie. While everyone is in the kitchen, the twin (who is the Love Interest) comes by and says "Oh! Are you guys watching a movie?" Readet replies "Yeah, P.S. I Love you" and he just blushes really hard and sits next to them and says "I love you too". Reader doesn't know how of if they are gonna tell him that "P.S. I Love You" is the name of the movie. Then everyone else comes back in so they have to wait until after the movie to talk about it. The whole time the movie is going all they can focus on are the "I Love You"s that escaped each others mouths. Inspired by a wolfstar text post by @starsandmoonys

• Inspired by the drarry work, Mental by sara_holmes on Ao3 (which you should totally go read like holy shit i love this idea sooooo much) written with George but as usual, can work with either. Reader is in for total shock when a joke gone sour ends with George striking them with a bad Legilimency spell. Due to this spell, they can (and have to) hear each others thoughts and see the pictures in each other's minds. What will happen when they see all that goes on in each others heads? Will they learn to communicate? Will they let one another in? Will they like who they see, or will they be scared away from the thoughts behind closed eyes?

• (TW!!!!: Dreamt character death, War) Fred and reader have been friends-with-benefits for a long time with feelings slowly growing between the 2 of them. They stay in denial until Fred has a nightmare one day where reader dies in the war. The next day he is desperate to hold them and see that they are okay. He confesses his feelings in fear of losing them. Inspired by Woke the Fuck Up - Jon Bellion

• [(TW!!! War) Fred lives] Fred and Reader had a huge fight right before Fred and George left Hogwarts and leave things on a rocky ending. Fred knows just how much he needs Reader and he desperately wants them back. Reader doesn't want to admit it but they miss him.and want him back too. They see each other again after the war and Fred breaks down in their arms and confesses how much he misses them and needs them. How hard it has been without them. Reader reciprocates these feelings and tells him. They start over, slowly building their love up again inspired by Bad Habit - Ben Platt [First verse and Pre-chorus would be Fred's feelings and second verse and Pre-chorus would be Reader. They blend on the 3rd]

• George has been strangely quiet all day. Reader is confused and a little hurt as George seems to avoid them. Leaving rooms when they walk in, not keeping eye contact and staying as physically far as he can. That is until they sit down in the great hall for lunch and Fred tells his friends (including reader) all about having put a truth serum in George's drink and all the funny things he has gotten him to admit. Reader goes to confront George about what he is hiding (because otherwise he would talk to them, right?) And they get an oddly specific but touching confession [ie. "I borrow your chapstick because that is what your lips will taste like" and "I see you in my dreams almost every night" ] inspired by Jenny - Studio Killers

• [Choose whether the person who can dance is reader or Twin of Choice. I will be writting with reader] The yule ball is coming up and reader can't dance to save their life. A certain red-heades friend comes in to help. At first, reader doesn't believe him because "c'mon, why would you know how to ballroom dance?" But they are pleasantly suprised to find they are actually really good at it. Like, REALLY good. "Mum made all of us learn. In case we ever needed it". Reader notices their feelings start to change as they spend more and more sessions together dancing until the yule ball occurs. Take it from there lol

• just a very cliche typical love potion fic. Reader volunteers to be on the receiving end of one of Fred and George's pranks- spike their drink with love potion- on one condition. The person reader will be in love with, knows about it. Reader figures this will allow them some leeway and safety against other pranks. All is going well until they spike the drink for reader to like (twin of your choice) and they realize that nothing has happened except they are a bit more flirty. Everyone is crazy confused because for everyone else they were head over heels swooning and attached at the hip until Hermionie (or somebody else) quips in with "You can't create something that already exists, y'know".

• So this one is less creative and it's also a mix of 2 tropes but bear with me. Reader is a very outgoing flirtatious type of person. They openly flirt with everyone, Fred, Ginny, Neville, Dean, etc. They don't care, its a way they show affection. Then, when they start to get a crush on George (or Fred) they star getting more shy and reserved with him. And he is completely clueless. He's lowkey hurt because "why doesn't Y/n crack jokes like that with me?" And shit like that. He is feeling down when he sees it. No, not 'it', he sees you. You and Fred flirting. He's got you cornered to the wall and your cheeks are flushed and George is big mad. (When really, Fred just cornered them so they couldn't avoid the question and was teasing and asking about their crush on George). George ends up seeing out Y/n, getting them alone and confronting them. Light angst? But ends fluffy as reader explains what actually happened

*im going to keep updating this as I get more ideas so be prepared*

#prompt list #my prompts #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #most of these are based off of songs

[hpdabbles]

Jump On In

Sirius Black was going to die. He felt it the moment Bellatrix’s curse hit its mark. He felt his body falling backward from the force of her magic. Nothing was stopping him from falling through the Veil which will be the end. 

He only regretted one thing.

As his world tilted, his feet lifting from the floor his gaze went across the room and for one fleeting second locked with green horrified eyes. Oh, the mental scar this will leave on that poor child. 

He hated Bellatrix more for the pain that mental scar will bring then her being the reason he would cease to be a living man. After twelve long years, after crawling his way out of hell- both in the physical and mental sense- he still managed to fail those green eyes that had only a few weeks ago looked up to him with such bright adoration. 

I’m so sorry.  He thinks desperately wishing he could say the words quick enough. Or say anything at all. His body was paralyzed. I’m so sorry I promised you a family and then let you down. Please know I love you. Please be happy.

Once the green was out of his sight Sirius closes his eyes, not wanting to see it happen. Not wanting to watch himself fade. He was tried. Tired of being lock up,  he was tired of living in his childhood nightmare home, but most of all he is tired of being unable to protect someone he was entrusted.

The deep sorrow he was suddenly filled with isn’t new. Its something he often felt when thinking of James, of Remus and of what he lost that Halloween night but it burns none the less that it will be the last thing he will ever feel. 

Sirius never wanted a grand ravished life, it wasn’t his goal, but he had always dreamed of having a happy one. After he escaped Azkaban, there had been a small hope he would maybe re-build his life once he got the Rat, but that was a dream was quickly turn to dust the moment Peter escaped him again.

Now, he would forever be known as a murder, a man who betrayed his best friend and his godchild was still in grave danger. 

Once more, Sirius prove his worthlessness. 

Just as his shoulders began to touch the Veil something unexpected happened. 

For something did fall from the Veil but it was not something going into it, instead it was something coming out of it.

There was a scream, long, masculine and almost muffled before something else, or more accurate someone else crashed into Sirius’s body, this time from behind, lunching them both forward. 

They landed in heap on the floor, Sirius’ nose being pressed into the ground as the male who landed on him somehow had twisted mid-air and he was awkwardly lying across the Black’s back. 

The stranger let loose a string of colorful curses, his magic swirling aggressively around them and from where Sirius could get his pupils to glance at- the only part of his body he could move- sparks of magic bursts in bright red around them.

The rest of the room was too in shock to react, as the sparks fall glittering. to the ground.

Hell, even Bellatrix was stun by the turns of events, her hand still pose in the last spell she fired at Sirius.

“That’s the last time I let them convince me to come to this stupid department again.” The stranger mumbled rising. Sirius couldn’t see him but he did hear the sicking snap of bones and the man’s strain hiss of pain. “Now where the hell am -oh shit! Did I kill someone!?”

A foot jabs into his ribs, forcing Sirius onto his back. He looks up, into the face of a long past ghost. His skin pales, while his mind rebels at what he’s seeing even when it’s everything his heart ever wanted for the past decade. 

And Sirius couldn’t even say the ghost’s name.

“James”  Remus gasps for him, somewhere in the room, sounding both horrified and amaze as Sirius feels. “James is that..you?”

Sirius watches James- it’s James! He’s back, he’s alive! Sure he looks younger than what Sirius remembers but it’s him- twist his head to look in what he thinks is the werewolf’s direction but his head stops short on the way. 

Instead, his childhood best friend seems to have noticed a certain witch.

James’ face clouds over in cold hatred. His hand shoots down to his wand and he has it pointed at Bellatrix. “You”  

The next thing Sirius knows, a fight breaks out. The ceasefire of which James cause by his arrival apparently lifted and everyone went back to what they were doing. Which was trying to kill one another?

Sirius felt useless there on the ground, back against cold stone, with a green eye teenager hovering next to him, fighting off any of the Death Eaters that came near them. The young girl had made her way over once breaking from Remus’ shock slag hold.

Marlin, but his goddaughter is a fierce fighter when she wants to be. If only she didn’t need to, she’s just a kid. 'He’s the adult that should be doing the protecting!

“I’ll keep you safe Sirius! Just hold on. I’ll move you-”  Hyacinth shouts cutting herself off to scream “Expelliarmus!” in a direction then quickly aim her wand in another “Flipendo!”

“You killed my godfather!” James sneers somewhere in the room, further away now, his magic washing over everyone in a near suffocating wave that causes some of the fighters to stumble. “Prepare to die!” 

Desperately, Sirius tried to crane his eyes in the direction of the battle while hands grab him from under the armpits attempting to drag him to safety. There was a bright light of red and Bellatrix screams. 

James seems to have landed a hit, diving one of the most talented witches away. He is familiar with her favorite quick escape. Sirius bites back a smile when he hears James swear viciously about her getaway like he knew he would.

The Potter then turns his attention to the rest of the room and the remaining players.

Suddenly more spells, more flashes, and voices shoot as the chaos of battle rages on. Sirius misses most of it but eventually the Death Eaters all retreat and he can hear the relieved sigh of the winning side. They had won this battle but the war was far from over, in fact, this may as well be the beginning of it.

Sirius hates to think he’s going to have to live through another blood socked era but at least he will live. Would see his goddaughter grow. He is grateful for just that.

Then James is back staring at everyone, with a frown.

He doesn’t look worse for wear, even though there is a cut on his cheek bleeding and he still seems too young. Sirius tears up just looking at him, as the numb feeling in his limbs began to fade away.

He reaches a desperate hand towards him at the same time Remus rushes in for a hug. Everyone else tenses up, wary and unsure of what’s happening. 

They both pause when James points a wand at them.  “Alright, what kind of sick game is this? Showing me these faces, do you all want to die?”

“J-James?”  

His best friend’s face cools a few degrees, his lips press into a tight line. “Don’t call me that. Not while wearing his face. It hurt too much the first time he did it but now it’s just plain rude.”

It’s an expression that belongs more on a Slytherin than the fun-loving Lion he knew that makes Sirius take a deeper look at him and realize with a heart-crushing start.

His eyes were green. He was shorter. He was leaner. He had more soft curves.

This...was not James. But then, who was he?

“Dad?” Hyacinth whispers stepping forward, looking at the Not-James with wide hopeful eyes. Sirius almost kicks himself. He let her get around him! Hadn’t he just been thinking he needed to protect her!?

“Sorry, I’m not your dad. Name’s Harry Potter. Who are you? Why do you look like me?”

“Potter?” Hyacinth repeats straightening from the disappointed slouch she fell into.  “I’m Hyacinth Potter! Are we related?”

Harry closes his eyes as if pain and the Order move to stand protectively around Hyacinth. He may have fought with them, but that doesn’t mean he’s on their side especially if that’s his reaction to the Girl-Who-Lived.

No one is expecting him to curse Hyacinth’s boyfriend.  

“Dammit Ron, you just had to push me, didn’t you?”

When he opens them again Sirius suddenly thinks of Lily, after she caught the Manderlers doing something mischevious. Tired, fond and a bit put out upon.

“Alright, so my idiot best friend, Ron Weasley, anciently pushed me though the Veil while I was holding one of the Deathly Hollows. Based on what my other best friend Hermione Granger said, the Deathly Hollow should keep people alive when they fall through but not in their own world. She theorized that this could lead to an alternate dimension and we were studying the Veil to prove or disprove it.   Are you following me?”  Harry pauses to watch Hyacinth nod before carrying on.  “I guess you and I would be considered siblings? My parents are also James Potter and Lily Potter, so we are the same person but I’m from a dimension where I’m a boy, obviously. What’s different here? I may be able to find a way back home if I can figure out how different, and thus how far our dimensions are from one another.”

“Er, um, well, I’m a girl and, um, Ron’s my best friend but he’s also my boyfriend” Hyacinth scrambles to answer riling back from the amount of information Harry, her “older brother”, dump on her.  

Harry’s eyes widen then a brilliant smirk of triumph bloom on his face. It was such a James expression, Sirius almost cried. “You got Ronald Weasley as a lover? Good job. I’m still trying to bag mine, but it’s great to know one version of me succeded”

Hyacinth turns bright red but she looked oddly, please. Maybe since it was the first time someone congratulated her for her relationship.

“Who confessed to who? What was your first date? You must tell me everything.” Harry continues.

“I confessed first, towards the end of the second year, but our first official date wasn’t till the summer. He came to get me with his big brothers, Fred and George.” Hyacinth darn near swoons and Sirius makes a mental note to thank the red-heads again for rescuing her from her abusive aunt. “We went ice-skating and then-”

“Um excuse me?” Remus cuts in. “Are we really doing this? Now?”

Harry looks sad but shrugs. He tilts his chin at Hyacinth “We’ll continue this later.”

She doesn’t answer but a small smile stretches her cheeks as she bobs her head in turn.

“Right” Harry claps his hands.  “We best get this all straighten out. So who’s going to stun me so they can start the questioning? Oh please don’t look so surprised. I fought a war with you guys. I’m training to be an Auror right now too. I know how this works. Can’t trust me until you prove I’m honest. Let’s get this over with”

As soon as he says it, a spell hits him square in the chest. Harry drops like a bag of bricks.

“Remus!”

“What? He said to do it”

#Dabblecentral #ron x harry #Jump on In #Remus is wand happy #Hyacinth is a flower #Lily wanted to keep the name the Evans girls flower names tradition alive #James wanted a name that started with H #they comprimised #Sirius's pove #In both worlds H Potter loves Ron #crack

[s-ultry]

please me - a tom holland fanfic

CHAPTER TWO

A/N: so i decided that i’d move my fanfic from wattpad to tumblr! just to give me a bit of a boost to continue it, i hope you guys enjoy!

chapter one | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six

SUMMARY: when the billionaire meets the microbiologist.

sugardaddy!tom

enjoy me still writing nonsense lol

cast:

tom holland as himself

ariana grande as belle lorems

antoni porowski as himself

scarlett byrne as luna lorems

james phelps as klaus lorems

whoever you want as demitri and madeleine lorems

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( warning: tease extreme)

It had been a week since Mr. Holland had dinner with the Lorems, it had been a week since the intimate interaction between Belle and Mr. Holland. Throughout the week all she could ever think of was that motivational, uplifting moment with her father's boss.

Belle was currently walking back to that café she visited last week, ordering the same drink and savoring it with every sip. Pacing to her campus she still had a half hour left until she was due to the lab, where she spent most of her time. Drowning in her daydreams, Belle was rudely interrupted by her phone vibrating in her back pocket. Huffing in frustration she checked the contact to see her one and only love, her best friend Antoni.

"Hey girl," he screamed once she answered the phone leading her to scream in fright.

"God damn it, Antoni, you scared me!"

"Whatever, sis. Anyways, what are you doing after the lab?" Her best friend asked in which she thought, checking her calendar she found nothing and smiled.

"Nothing, finally!" The brunette smiled hearing him squeal on the other side of the phone.

A little background on their extravagant friendship. Belle and Antoni have been neighbors, living across each other since they were smaller. Throughout them blossoming into their bodies, Antoni had a serious talk with Belle in which he came out to her as bisexual. She hugged him telling him it's perfectly okay to love anybody.

Now, they were inseparable. Belle and Antoni both studied at the same university, but Antoni was on the culinary campus whilst Belle was on the scientific one. Checking her watch whilst talking to her friend she sighed in content as she'd be going to the lab again.

"Toni gotta go. See you at the café at 12 sharp?" Belle asked her best friend in which he hummed in reply. She then hung up lightly smiling imaging her best friend dancing in the kitchens because they were going out, she then started to pace again to the lab to meet with her classmates and Professor Davidson. He was a middle-aged man with attractive features, but Belle being Belle, she never found him attractive like the other girls in her class.  

"Good morning class, good morning Belle," the ginger announced looking at Belle putting her lab coat on. Most of the girls in her class scolded her because she was the teacher's favorite or as they would like to call her the teacher's pet. The brown-eyed girl looked down with a blush of embarrassment.

Throughout them studying the growth of different bacterias, she heard a group of girls whispering her name a couple of times before grabbing their attention. "Do you guys need help with anything?" She questioned the group next to her in confusion.

"Is it true that Tom Holland had dinner at your house?" One of the platinum blondes out of the group asked her fakely.

"Uhm, uh yeah. Why?" Belle stuttered walking to the Professor's desk handing him her completion of today's assignment. "Beautiful, as always. Thank you, Belle, for finishing early, you may leave if you want," Professor Davidson glanced at her with a smile.

She proceeded back to her desk to see the group of girls still whispering, as she was packing up the same platinum blonde girl named Erika walking up to her forcing her to stop packing.

"Back off, he's mine, working for him and soon pleasing him," she whispered venomously leading Belle to look down in panic. But she then heard the voice that saved her almost everytime, Antoni walking into the classroom asking the Professor to take Belle away

"What's happening here?" Antoni displayed his signature smile making all of the girls except his best friend swoon. He was wearing a loose striped shirt that had one side tucked in while the other one hung freely with washed out light blue jeans and his signature glasses and slightly curly brown hair.

"Nothing was just heading out," Belle whispered grabbing whatever's left of her books and running out the door with her best friend by her side. "Bee, are you okay?" He questioned her grabbing her shoulders.

"Yeah, they were just up to their normal popular girl shenanigans!" Belle laughed it off picking up her phone to see a missed call from an unknown number. Her eyebrows scrunched in bewilderment as she asked her best friend if he was familiar with the number, he shook his head not knowing.

Walking to the café with the arms locking each other they gossiped about typical college drama, laughing heading into the café. Ordering their drinks and lunch, they found a cute seat close to the window where sat across each other.

"Spill everything about that dinner, Bee!" He squealed whilst the food was placed in front of them both, they thanked the waiter then Antoni got into the juicy bit.

"Was he hot? Who was he? Rich? Suits! Watc-," the Canadian rambled causing his best friend to shut him up.

"Toni, shut up! God, let me speak!"

"Shy girl into a sassy girl, he was definitely rich and handsome. Admit it!" Antoni screeched pointing his fork at Belle making her laugh and turn red.

"Basically, it was uhm. uhh," she stuttered making his eyes widen with every stutter hoping for an answer.

"Oh my god is that Tom Holland walking into this little ass café right now!" The culinary sophomore averted his eyes onto the figure who pranced into the café wearing a Nike sports shirt with pairing jogging shorts and shoes. He removed his Bluetooth earphones and walked up to the counter in which the cashier blushed profusely, he smirked but then heard a familiar voice.

"I-It was him"

"I have a boyfriend. Damn, you can get it."

The billionaire glanced at the windows to see Demitri's daughter, Belle, sitting with a rather attractive man opposite of her laughing at each other. His blood boiled but then simmered when he heard the man scream that he has a boyfriend, looking at her without puffy eyes and a tight dress she still looked beautiful to him. Wearing sweatpants and an oversized cropped black hoodie, she seemed relaxed.

Once he got his coffee to go, he settled on greeting her and her friend. Mr. Holland walked up to the table to see her blush rising again like it did when he first met her. "Oh, Mr. Holland w-what a pleasure," the brunette stuttered standing up with her eyes directed towards the floor.

"The pleasure is all mine, Bellatrix."

"Hi!" Antoni waved at the chiseled man leading him to lightly smile.

"Hello, you must be Antoni?" Mr. Holland asked the sophomore even though he knew. Ever since the dinner he had her whole life researched, yes that maybe stalker-ish. But, he was very intrigued by her and being a rich businessman, he had to know.

"Oh, you know my name? Yes!" Antoni shook his hand as Belle watched the whole interaction between her best friend and her dad's boss. Mr. Holland's smile then wiped when he turned to Belle, giving her a rather dominating look. "Bellatrix, your father and I have been negotiating and we'd love to have you at the towers after you've spent time with Antoni. My assistant tried reaching you, but I'm afraid you were in class," Mr. Holland explained to the five-foot girl in front of him.

"Oh, she's done! She's definitely done," Antoni smirked wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend making her eyes widen in embarrassment.

"If he says so, I'll meet you outside."

"Okay," she whispered fiddling with her fingers as he walked away. Once he was out of hearing distance Antoni ran to her untying her hair, fixing it and giggling non-stop. "What's wrong with you, do you want to go instead of me?" She asked her anxious best bud.

"Honey, I'm taken. But, you're not so ha!" He smiled swiftly turning her around allowing her to stroll out the door.

"Get that dick, Bee!" Antoni waved at his best friend as she balled her fist making him put up his hands in surrender. He laughed as Belle signaled him to call her later in which he nodded too, Antoni sat back down and saw that she half of the bill to which he giggled at, typical Belle.

There she stood, outside waiting for the most expensive car to pop out of nowhere. She pulled out her phone to check her social media, scrolling through Instagram she saw Erika and her 'squad' in front of the same café as the caption.

"Don't take what's mine, beast."

Belle then sighed in distraught but was interrupted with the revving of an engine, she looked up to see Mr. Holland driving a Mercedes G63 in black, basically those aesthetic boxcars that every rich person owns.

"Are you gonna come in, or what?"

"Oh, yeah sorry about that." She was cut out of her trance when she had to climb the car to get into the passenger seat. Well, that's her workout for the day. Belle then fastened her seat belt to see that he didn't fasten his, she huffed in frustration as safety is the number one priority whilst driving.

Belle then leaned over the compartment to reach for his seatbelt, she then glided the belt down to the buckle, the back of her hand softly contacting his abs in which he groaned. "Did I hurt you?" She stopped midway looking up at him.

"No, love. I'm all good," he glanced down at her and saw her continue until the buckle clicked snapping him out of his trance. Her hand then left and was placed on her lap, he missed her touch. Damn, what was he doing to her and she didn't even know one bit of it!

He then drove down the roads of the university and stopped, she saw Erika and her friends walking up to the car and he breath started to quicken which lead Mr. Holland to stare at her in confusion. "Are you okay, Bellatrix," he asked her placing his hand on her shoulder which automatically helped.

Right when she was about to say something the door opened and Erika hopped into the car with her best friends Troian and Crystal. "I'll tell you later," she whispered leading him to nod his head in approval.

"Good afternoon, girls."

"Heeeeey boss!" Erika smiled and blinked all innocently. She then saw Belle sitting in the front seat with her hands on her lap, she nudged her friends as they soon realized that she was with him they started glaring at her.

"Hey, beast! Saw my Instagram post?" Erika chuckled fakely making Belle lift one of her legs up onto the seat, scared of having a panic attack she decided to talk back instead.

"Yeah, loved the shade," Belle whispered making them laugh obnoxiously like they always did.

"Excuse me, Ms. Hastings. What has come up for you to speak in that tone," Mr. Holland questioned the girl as her eyes suddenly widened at the thought of telling him the truth.

"Nothing, boss."

"Call her that one more time Ms. Hastings and 10% of your salary will be taken away from you and your friends. And, a talk with your fathers. Do I make myself clear," he spat glaring at the road.

"Yes, boss."

They were almost there when Belle questioned everything going around her, what he had told her at that dinner, everything. How she felt comfortable around the infamous Tom Holland, how her whole family has been treating her, the bullies that sat behind her as well. Antoni was the only one who actually cared for her, but she wanted someone to love her more than a friendship.

Breaking her from her daydream, she felt a hand gently rub her thigh making her breath hitch as she saw Mr. Holland smirk.

"Don't worry, kitten. I don't bite," licking his lips he smirked taking one glance of her already red face. Belle looked at the window shyly, liking his touch and comforting her in a way. She felt weird knotts in her stomach as she tilted her head back, she didn't know why she was doing it, but it made her more comfortable.

"Having a headache?" The Britt asked her guiltless knowing exactly what he was doing to her, revenge is definitely sweet.

"Oh, it's another type of ache. Jerk," the brown-eyed girl mumbled in frustration allowing him to chuckle as he pulled up to the parking of his company's building. His hand was then lifted from her thigh making her miss his touch even more.

"Erika, Troian, and Crystal. Continue your paperwork that's due, I need it by my desk tomorrow morning sharp. Understand?" The sharp man turned to look at the three gulp in fear. He then glanced at the door waiting for them to leave the car in which they do very quickly.

"What was it you were gonna tell me, love?"

"Oh, that was nothing." Belle looked at her shoes biting her lip in nervousness. She glanced at him to see his eyes change from concerned to dark in a second, her blush decided to greet her again.

"Don't do that, Belle," he audibly mumbled closing his eyes.

"Do what, Mr. Holland?" His eyes then snapped open to see her innocent eyes staring back at his, how her features turned into concern. How innocent she was made him want her even more, but he couldn't, now wasn't the time for her to face his hell.

"Nothing, darling. Let's head inside, shall we," he lightly smiled at her making her open the car door in which he mimicked. Mr. Holland then led her to the elevator, he pushed the button to the top floor then the awkward silence erupted causing her to yet again look down at the floor.

Ding!

Mr. Holland then walked like he owned the room, which he did. With her following behind her, she felt out of place in her sweatpants and cropped hoodie her eyes were glued to the ground whilst they all stared at her.

He then opened to grand doors displaying a beautifully furnished office that had a wall that was just windows giving it sunlight and a modern look. He sat at the meeting table which was next to the windows where she saw her father's back facing her.

"Hey dad," she greeted him. Her father turned around and fakely smiled at her, turning his back yet again. Soon she realized that Mr. Holland had a towel on his shoulder sat at the front of the desk, her father to his right.

"Have a seat, Ms. Lorems."

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cliffhanger heheheheh.

ily guys so much next chapter will be out soon!

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#marvel #marvel smut #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker smut #spiderman imagine #spiderman #spiderman smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut

[burgundydahlia]

When do you think Ron and Hermione made up in DH? At shell cottage or way before

This is another scenario that I have thought a lot about before because I really want/love to write these angsty in-between moments for Romione. In fact, I actually have written something to this effect which deals with the in-between time from when Ron comes back to Hermione and Harry and when they are captured and taken to Malfoy Manor (you can read it HERE!).

Ultimately I don’t think they had fully made up by the time they were captured by Snatchers and escaped to Shell Cottage and I think it’s specifically because Hermione was still really hurt and chose to keep Ron at a distance. Ron clearly wanted to make up with her and was trying to do whatever he could, but Hermione… oh, Hermione. She was angry and hurt and still wanted to punish him for leaving not just their mission and temporarily breaking his promise to Harry, but for leaving her. 

Here’s the thing: one of the traits I can really relate to when it comes to Hermione is how hard it can be to forgive those who have hurt or wronged her in the past. I’m not saying it’s a healthy or admirable trait, by the way - in fact, to all you reading this, please be better than me and Hermione and don’t be afraid to recognize when someone is genuinely sorry. Don’t live the rest of your life angry and bitter and set on punishing those around you because the only person it actually hurts is you, especially when the other person gets tired of being punished and stop trying altogether.

All that being said, I think Hermione let herself continue to be hacked off with Ron even after he returned and continued to apologize to her because being angry felt productive. She felt justified in it, whether it was fair or not, and even though Ron had come back in a wildly heroic fashion and had a whole speech about hearing her voice and clearly wanted to make it up to her and it all secretly made her heart swoon, not to mention that she knew just how much Harry wanted and needed him back, she was still not willing to concede her anger. She wasn’t willing to let him fall into her good graces yet and she wanted him to feel remorseful and probably hurt, too, and to continue to work to try and gain back her trust. 

For her the anger was safe. It kept her from remembering the nights where she cried herself to sleep, her head and chest aching from her silent sobs. It kept her from remembering how it had felt to chase after him in the rain, stumbling through the muck and mire, barely able to see in the pitch black dark and her own tears. It kept her from remembering how she had been all alone while tending to a violently ill Harry after their disastrous visit to Godric’s Hollow and how she had quietly cried, terrified, guilt-ridden, and suddenly horribly homesick.

Over the weeks after Ron’s return, though, I do believe she started to soften a bit. Not totally, of course - Hermione is nothing if not stubborn - but I think there were a few moments between the two of them where she would allow her walls to fall a bit and Ron would get a little closer. She was still angry, but she missed him. And more than that, she loved him, regardless of her anger.

But full forgiveness came at Shell Cottage. Or rather, for Hermione, I don’t think she gave a damn about anything that may have happened in the past by that point. They had almost died - she had almost died - and the last thing she cared about anymore was punishing Ron. She just wanted to be close to him; to hold him and touch him and talk to him and she wanted to move on. Their lives had no clear paths anymore. They could literally die at any moment so to spend what might be her last days on Earth continuing to punish Ron when all he continued to do was show her just how much he cared about her and how truly sorry he was didn’t just feel petty, it was ridiculous.

He had saved her life, in more ways than he probably even realized, just as she had tried to protect his when she had lied to Bellatrix Lestrange when being tortured. There was no anger anymore - just her heart, filled to the brim with love for her best friend and with a glimmer of hope that they would make it out alive and together.

Thanks for the ask, Nonny

#ama #ask me anything #ask burgundydahlia #romione #ronmione #romione headcanons #dh #shell cottage #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron and hermione #hp

[astudyinsarcasm9]

Fantastic Retcons and Where to Find them 2: The Misdoings of Grindelwald

*Sighs* Why, just, why? 

Caution, may have spoilers! 

I’ll start by saying that while this is by no means an awful movie, it;s still not good. 

Visually? Yes it is quite stunning. Except for the beginning where I could barely tell what the hell was going on. Did it really have to be a heavy storm? 

Plotwise? It was a mess. If I were to tell someone what this moive is about I could not sum it up in a sentence. And that is bad. The plot should be simple to follow and not a tangled mess of characters and plot threads that go nowhere. 

Like, take the plot point of Tina and Newt being awkward with each other. It seemed to so forced, so contrived. Just so that we can have some drama. Same with Jacob and Queenie. 

They literally could have resolved the Tina and Newt drama if Newt told her the first time she saw her that he was not marrying Leta. But nooo we have to stretch it. 

Characterwise? The same mess. 

There were soooo many characters that shouldn’t have been there yet they were. 

Nagini? Jus there so people can say ‘Hey isn’t that Voldemort’s snake?’

Nicolas Flamel? He is there so people can remember this film still has some ties with the HP cannon. 

Bunty? Just there so we can be told just how popular Newt is with women. I swear she appears out of nowhere, no explanation given as to how the hell Newt decided to get help and why. She swoons over Newt a bit and then disappears as if she were not there in the first place, bearing no significance to the plot whatsoever. And that is the case with a loot of characters. 

The woman helping Grindewald? totally irrelevant, he could be working alone but she’s there to be this sort of Bellatrix Lestrange only way less intetesting.  Yusuf Kama? useless and added just for creating drama. 

Queenie? well she was just plain stupid. We know Jacob loves her so why the hell did she need to enchant him. Just so he can agree to marry her? I swear it s like we lost about an hour of movie in between Part 1 and Part 1 of Fantastic Beasts. She then has a breakdown, I guess? because she can’t find Tina and because she lost Jacob and has a massive headache from hearing everyone s thoughts and then BAM she is picked up and taken to meet Grindelwald, after which she has a change of heart. 

That creepy woman at the french Ministry of Magic was just so out of place. She existed just to have this evil grin on her face and sic her evil cats on Newt and Tina. (ok i know they’re not cats but still). 

Side note: it was never explained why Queenie could not find Tina at the french Ministry of Magic. Like TIna is an auror so she should be in their records. unless she was lying? Who cares that subplot takes us nowhere. 

There were so many problems in this movie that I honestly have no idea where to start. 

First, why the hell is McGonagall a teacher at Hogwars during Leta and Newt’s time if we know she was born in 1935? Just how do you mess that up?

Why is casting Avada Kevadra as easy as taking candy from a kid? In the HP canon this spell is supposed to be incredibly hard to cast and it requires a lot of power from the caster, as well as for them to essentially rip a part of their soul every time they cast it. Yet here they’re casting it like it’s nothing. Even an auror goes as far as to cast it. Oh and all of this is done nonverbally even though we know that only extremely powerful wizards and witches can perform nonverbal magic. But whatever. 

Why is the Mirror of Erised showing the past as opposed to showing one’s deepest desire like in the current canon? Dumbledore should not be seeing that scene with him and Grindewald making a blood pact. That’s not how the Mirror of Erised works. 

How in the everloving fuck do muggles not notice the giant flying carriage at      the beginning of the movie? One can assume it was enchanted to not be seen but we’re given no indication of that. And on the same note, how the hell did the muggles not question the GIANT cat like monster that was wrecking havoc on their streets? When Newt and the others come out of the sewers we see the beast doing its thing and I don t think that those scared people were wizards. They had cars, they had to be muggles. Wizards don’t have technology like that. 

How, just how can Credence be a Dumbledore? Why retcon what we know about the Dumbledore family like that? Where would a forth sibling even fit in? And why did Credence have to be related to one of the major wizarding families. Credence was already interesting, what with having an obscurial, you did not need this subplot movie. I mean fine he can search for his family but in the end he could have learned that it doesn’t matter where he comes from or who he was but who he is now and that he can still be loved and all that. Tossing him around and making it seem like he is a Lestrange only to just mindfuck us at the end and say he is a Dumbledore is just awful. 

Many fans are hoping Grindewald is lying and while I kinda hope too because at least we d get rid of this stupid plot point, I am afraid he is not and that it will just be a permanent thing. 

What else? Ah, yes! 

Well the acting was ok. 

Johnny Depp as Grindewald was nothing noteworthy. The movie tried so hard to convince us he was evil that it was becoming cartoony. 

Grindewald got rid of his pet. See? See how bad he is?

Grindewald had a baby killed. See? He is evil. 

Grindewald killed one of his followers. He is super evil. 

Grindewald killed some strangers to take their apartment and then stood outside as their bodies were being taken away in coffins just so that we can see what an evil motherfucker he is. 

Goddammit movie WE GET IT he is evil. 

But you see the problem is just this. We know Grindewald is an awful person, we don’t need it hammered in like we’re 5 year olds. 

I am still upset over the fact that Collin Farrell could not be Grindewald. He would have been amazing at it. 

I fee like, while Jonny Depp was not bad, it just felt like another one of his characters where he gets over the top make up and that s it. I would have loved if he looked more normal. I mean with Voldy it made sense he looked weird as fuck, it was his doing. What s Grindewald’s excuse? 

Oh and also Zoë Kravitz can’t act. And her backstory about killing her brother was stupid. She did not want to harm him yet she took her infant brother and put him in another room WHILE THE SHIP THEY WERE ON WAS SINKING. Yeah I’m sure you meant well, dear. And another thing: she said that he was crying all the time but...they have magic. Ok, weak magic cus their caretaker was a half-elf but still. Is there no spell that can shut up a baby? 

Jude Law was fantastic. Just fantastic. 

Also big points for using the original actors for young Dumbledore and Grindewald. Stroke of genius there. Wish we could see more of them. 

And now for the last part: the PANDERING 

Oh my god the pandering. 

We waste time at Hogwarts because the movie wants to pander to its audience namely the HP fans and their nostalgia. Every shot was thought up like that. 

See? It’s Hogwarts. remember that?

See? It’s DADA classes. Neat right?

See? Random classroom. Pretty cool right?

See? Random flashback showing parts of Hogwarts and its grounds. Amazing isn’t it?

It didn’t feel like the story needed us to visit Hogwarts. There was no crucial plot point that demanded that. It was just pure nostalgia.

It’s ok to be nostalgic, it’s ok to be happy to see Hogwarts. I was, but that is not the point of this movie. Yet it is. In fact, that’s what they are counting on to keep selling tickets. 

All in all I think it’s a movie who had no idea what it wanted to be so it just was all of it at once. 

A lot of characters, a lof of plot threads, a lot of things that just do not add up. 

I give it a 5 out of 10. 

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A change of heart (James and lily)

Aesthetic for chapter

Chapter ONE↓

1

The summer holidays were finally over and none could be happy about the fact, than the two sisters that sat silently in the back of their father's car. Petunia Evans was on cloud nine so much so that she hadn't complained once about the owl, that lay resting in it's cage on her sisters lap. Neither had she moaned about coming to wave off her younger sister,as she got on the train back to her precious school. Petunia Evans was in a good mood as she had been all summer long,yes it's very true the blondes holiday had been a Great one. She had met a boy over the summer break at the firm she was interning at, collecting coffee and fetching tea was all petunia Evans really did. It was wasn't anything truly exciting and to be honest she didn't really learn much, but she had a met a boy.

Vernon Dursley was the name he was a little older than her, he had an apprenticeships at Grunings he made drills and was very good, it was same firm that the blonde work at. Over the summer they had gotten close and had started courting as Petunia put it. Lily hadn't met him as her sister had refused to let her, but according to her mother Vernon Dursley was utterly ridiculous. He was on all accounts over wait and had a rather thin line of hair on his upper lip, Which he had called a mustache. Mr Evans would've laughed but he didn't want to seem rude and risk damaging his already fragile relationship with his eldest daughter, so he had refrained from doing so and gave the young man permission to continue to date Petunia. Mr and Mrs Evans had also agreed to allow the blonde permission to attend a weeks vacation with some of her school friends, down in the Welsh Ilse. It was safe to say everything this summer had seemed to go her way, resulting in her high right now.

Now lily's summer hadn't been a good affair , in fact it had been terrible. It started with her sister, the redhead had been pushed out all summer by Petunia Evans, she hadn't let her meet the boy whom had captured her heart. She had forbidden her attended the 18th birthday barbecue her parents were throwing for her. Though Petunia pushing her away was nothing knew, the older girl had been doing it since lily got her letter six years ago now. It was what happened with her best friend this summer that had left lily Evans stumped.

Severus Snape was a tall boy with greasy black hair and large hooked nose, people often said was snotty. That boy was lily's best friend, he was the first person whom made the red head feel normal, as opposed to the way her sister made her feel. And she was the first person to look at the young boy and not be repulsed, by his appearance. Over the years the pair had spent a lot of time together making for a  life long friendship, spending their summers under the willow tree in Which they had met. But this summer something was different, Severus Snape had been distant, the young man had been on Edge. His already short fuse and gotten shorter, yelling in the street to the muggles who let Thier eyes linger on him to long as they passed. Picking fights in public parks and youth club's he would likely loose without using his wand and exposing the wizarding world. He had even on occasion snap at lily, a girl who he loved and one day hoped would love him back. But at the rate he was pushing her away it became less likely that such a thing was going to happen. Lily Evans was extremely smart and new that something was going on, that the greasy haired boy was hiding something, something he didn't want her to know. Lily knew he wouldn't tell her and she had no hope in trying to reach the boy who trusted no but her had been keeping her at arms length.

So lily sat in the back of car twiddling her fingers, preying  that summer would come to an end instantly.

2

The Evans family car pulled up about outside kings Cross Station, in no time lily and family were walking through station Heading for platform nine and three quarters, Muggles staring as they did so. That was the Muggle way to lear longingly at thing's that seem different, or strange in anyway. And something about a young sixteen year old girl pushing a trolley filled with trunks and a black owl with flecks of white In his feathers,caused them to stare. Lily like the other witches and wizards of Hogwarts was used to it by now, it was nothing knew to her. All the whispering, the pointing of little children were expected, so it didn't faze her. Petunia Evans on the other hand hated. She hated being the girl with a odd sister whom got all the attention, she lothed the feeling of being constantly over shadowed even by strangers, most she would never likely to see again.

Five minutes later lily and her family had found the magical entrance to the train, and all four of them and ran threw wall just as instructed by lily years before. It seemed funny to the Evans family that there was a whole other world behind one little wall, a world of wonder and magic. And yet here they were standing in the thick of it, while they watched their youngest daughter suddenly feel at home and that she did.

A smile lit up the face of the red head as she stood scanning the station, watching the new first years run through too the platform for the first time on shaky leg's. One little boy coming up to her as she looked the least intimidating, his hair was short and his cheeks still held his baby fat perfectly.

"Excuse me, but where do I take my trolley" lily smiled and bent down a little to reach his eye level, she could tell he was nervous and very clearly like her. A Muggle born.

"Hello, you see that man over there take it to him and then head for the train, earlier you get on the better compartment you get." Lily said shoeing him on, the boys father following him smiling. Kindly at the redhead.

Lily turned back to her mother and father aswell as a very bored looking petunia Evans, hugging each of them as she said her goodbyes. Her sisters scowl warning lily to do no such thing with her, so the young witch gave a simple curt nod. Something that Appeared odd to others as they glanced at the interaction between sister, but the lily and petunia Evans the act was a far more normal occurrence than hugging.

"Oh baby, promise me you'll write every week" Catherine Evans spoke to her daughter, lily nodded and waved one last time before running off to find her Friends.

Marlene McKinnon was the easiest to Spot you Heard her before you saw, she was always getting in trouble in class because of it. Once it cost gryffindor twenty House, Slughorn felt terrible for taking the point's but the blonde was being extremely loud. But in her defence she was having a battle of wits with Sirius Black, it didn't end well for ethier of them. Especially when professor McGonagall found out, the pair had been given detention and they ended up hating eachother more than before.

"COME ON MUM, DAD IM GOING TO BE LATE" it was then lily saw her, blonde wild locks went barrelling towards the front of train with fifteen minutes to spare, the blonde was in such a chaotic state she completely missed the redhead standing to the side of her.

"Hey Mar we've got half and hour till the train leaves not fifteen."

"Lils that's not the__ OH MY GOD LILY " the blonde screamed throwing her arms around the Muggle girl.

"Missed you too mar, but do you mind if I breathe now, thanks" lily pushed her way out of the blondes arm's. Marlene McKinnon's mum and dad had left once they saw the two walking off completely forgetting they were still there.

"So let's go and find Dorcas and Alice, hey did you here about Alice yet" both girls keeping an eye out as they walked around the platform for the two missing from their little click.

"No, is she okay. "

"Oh she's Great, like really Great." Marlene spoke suggestively.

"What happened mar" lily stopped her in their tracks worried.

"How about we let the huffle-slut tell you__ ALICE FORTESCUE, GET OVER HERE YOU HUFFLE-SL" the brunette was barley five feet from the girls, but still Marlene McKinnon raised the volume of her voice to grab the attention of Alice Fortescue. And we'll it worked.

"Will you shut up, oh hey lily." Alice Fortescue now stood in front of her two friends, and a few seconds later the wild curly locks of Dorcas meadowes followed.

"hello Dizzy Dorcas, how did you find us" lily said earning her a shove on the side of her arm, by the Coco skinned girl.

"I heard Mar"

"Yeah I think everyone did" Alice Fortescue quipped.

"Hey I wasn't that loud" said the blonde mock affended, her Voice still slightly raised.

"Yes Mar yes you were, anyway i hear you have something to tell me Alice." Instantly Alice went red in the face, she wasn't embarrassed by what she had to tell lily Evans, it was just she wasn't used to it yet.

Taking a deep breath she spilled the beans " me and Frank are dating, he asked me over the summer, first week actually."

"Oh Alice that's great we've been rooting for you two" the redhead squealed happy for her friend.

"Did he get down on one knee," Marlene asked, all three girls looking at her like she had a third eye.

"Mar he asked her out not to marry her"

"I know that Dizzy Dorcas, but it just seems very Frank Longbottom, you know very proper." Alice rolled her eyes,

"No but he did give me flowers." The brunette swooned,

"Ugh, so lils how was your summer with the devil spawn." Dorcas meadowes had turned to conversation to the redhead, who's smile faltered.

"Petunia was well petunia she ignored my very existence," lily said.

"That's not the devil spawn I was asking about, I ment Severus Snape, you know tall with a chip pan for hair."

"I don't kn __" lily was interrupted by Alice, tapping her on the shoulder, pointing out the teen in question. "Lils, look other there"

Lily followed the gaze of her friends, green eyes Landed on the young boy with greasy hair. He walked through the platform, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange and Narcissa Black she was pushing her trolley. Lucius Malfoy to most was the scumm of the earth, he graduated from Hogwarts last year and just like his father had become a death eater along with Bellatrix Black. The girl with mast of curly black hair was practically psychotic, taking every chance she could to hex her cousin Sirius Black. The girls understood in a way why Lucius and Bellatrix were on the platform, the pair must of been seeing Narcissa Black off to her final year of school. But Rodolphus lestrange was a mystery, he had left Hogwarts about four years prior to Lucius and Bellatrix and yet here he stood. He had a reputation of being cruel even in school, it was wide a spread rumor that he had tortured a Hogwarts house nearly to death. Of course nobody could prove it even back then so Rodolphus lestrange for away with it. and there they all stood with lily's best friend.

"Well I guess that's where Sevs been all summer" lily said Turing away,

"So you haven't seen him all Summer," Alice placed a hand on lily's shoulder, the girl smiling at gesture.

"I saw Sev a few times but he seemed different, distant his temper was shorter than usual."

"Wow, come let's get a compartment. Maybe you guys can talk later" the black eyes Severus Snape falling on lily, he watched as she walked away. Silently vowing to reconnect with his best friend this schooling year of Hogwarts.

3

James potter and Company had just made to the platform with ten minutes to spare, as usual they planned to meet between platforms nine and ten and as usual He and Sirius were late. Remus had raised his arms in the air like a disapproving father and Peter well he was Peter, he just wanted food.

" Where in Merlin were you two?, We could've missed the train"

"Keep your knickers on Mooney, we've got ten minutes" Sirius Black spoke slinging his arm around Peter Pettigrew, while the tall boy scowled at their attitude.

"What he said mate, don't wolf out on us I was getting you a gift." James potter a bespeckled boy with black tousled hair, smirked whipping out a bar of Muggle milk chocolate.

"Thanks mate you're forgiven" Remus lupin mumbled taking the chocolate bar off his friend, peters mouth watering for a peice.

"seriously, he's forgiven, It was my Idea. I'm hurt, I'm hurt Mooney." Sirius Black spoke falling backwards, into his best friends arms. Far more dramatically then it sounds.

"Face it pads he loves me more," James push the raven haired boy up and out of arms, now walking backwards like a smart arse. Hair blowing more skew-whiff if that was even possible.

"Does not"

"Does too, he wants to steam up my specks"

"Shut it prongs he wants to kiss me and run his fingers through my hair, I mean come on I'm gorgeous." James bent over in laughter. Sirius's hair was dreadful, jet black and full of knots no matter how many times he pulled a brush through it.

"The bush you mean." James quipped.

"Remus kiss me, comon kiss me. Fine let me give you a big old smooch then " the tall boy cringed, he couldn't think of anything worse, snapping a strip of creamy chocolate off for Peter.

"No thanks, come__is that Lucius Malfoy"

Now all four boys had their eyes trained on the older boy, amused by whatever his three friends were doing. But on closer inspection Remus lupin noticed the four of young Wizards and Rodolphus lestrange were hazing a first year, before the poor tike hadn't even boreded the express. "Prongs, Padfoot are you seeing this" The two young Wizards didn't say a word in reply, instead they rushed off in the direction of Lucius Malfoy and his possy leaving Peter to trail behind.

As they got closer they saw a cute blonde girl, obviously a first year, robes barley off the floor and she still had her cart. Lucius Malfoy used his wand to riffel through the girls trunk, pulling the pages out off her new school books. James potter rolled his eyes, as they met with Severus Snape levitating the small blonde girl upside down now. The bespeckled boy taking the opportunity to startle the former student .

"Didn't know you could read Malfoy," the blonde Wizard jumping back startled by the sudden appearance of the bespeckled boy. The much older death eater rolling his eyes at Lucius Malfoy's obvious fear of the sixth year boy.

"I fail to see how that's any of you're business Potter" Malfoy spat

"Well I just made it my business, let the girl go Snivellus don't want to get bogey's on the poor thing." James potter spoke to the raven haired boy lowering the girl, once her feet reached the ground she legged it behind Remus lupin and Sirius Black. You couldn't blame the girl, the wolf boy was unnaturally tall and raven haired Wizard held a dark look in his grey orb's that would even scare her father.

"Arh yes potter I forgot you hang around blood traitors and mauled half-bloods." The boy with tawny curls retreating into his tatty clothes at the mention of his scared face, James and Sirius Black whipped out their wands in the defence of their friend.

"Watch you're mouth Malfoy." This time Sirius Black spoke up his voice venomous, the blonde ignored his second cousin and turned to the werewolf. Rodolphus lestrange deciding to leave the argument was a childish one and he definitely wasn't a child.

"Father works In the ministry's office lupin, there a bit if an enigma surrounding you." Malfoy paused for a second. "May I asked, did an unfortunate event befall you, or were always this hideous."

Though Remus didn't get to answer the question and not that he would any way, but the fist Peter Pettigrew had landed it's into the jaw of pureblood dick Lucius Malfoy. The three remaining marauders stared at their friend, Remus lupin was simply grateful that Peter chose this moment to finally snap. While James and Sirius looked on like a proud dads also laughing at the boy who had just been flattened, Malfoy though was fuming.

"My fa__" stoping when he heard James and Sirius making a bet.

" Three galleons if he says my father will hear about this" James smirked "your on pads"

"You little Rat my father will hear about this " the blonde Wizard stumbled to his feet with the help of girlfriend. Admittedly narcissa Black was far too pretty for the wizard and perhaps if she had more courage she'd of ran away from her depraved family, much like her older sister. But alas she didn't.

"Damit, here take em" james shoved the golden coins into the hands of Sirius Black, who took them gladly.

"Mark my words, dangerous times are coming boys and when they do,don't imagine you'll be Safe " the boy wizard said pushing his girlfriend away form the four boys.

" Thankyou for helping me, I'm Gabby Douglas." Came a soft voice from behind Remus lupin.

"It's not a problem munchkin, all in days work for the mighty Padfoot and friends" the first year smiled at the door sixth years stood looking down at her.

"Now run off and sit with the first year's okay." The tall boy with brown curls spoke to the girl.

The Marauders following suit made it just time, to bord the Hogwarts express. By now most of compartments upfront Were occupied and filled by loud and confused first year's, All seemingly unaware of the prejudice that would follow once they had been sorted. For some the friends they made on the train weren't likely to stick with you through the years to come, unless you where lucky like the four boys plodding along now. Sure with a few exceptions you could be friends with a Slytherin but it almost always ended in disaster, as lily Evans would find out the harsh way, just a few months into the new school year.

The boys eventually found Thier compartment near the back of the train and as luck would have it, it was the same very one that they had met in way back when in first year. They didn't know then that perhaps this would be the last time it was just the four of them, in that dinky compartment. If they had then maybe Peter Pettigrew wouldn't of buried his face in mountains if food, and somehow still have room for dinner In the Great hall later tonight. Perhaps if he knew Remus lupin wouldn't of let his heavy eyes droop shut at the impeding doom of the full moon tonight. The first day back and he was  having to spend it in pitiful sleep and in a grotty room. And perhaps James and Sirius wouldn't of spent their time plotting yet another well thought out hex on Slytherin. But things  simply were as they always had been, four best friend's who more like brother's really gearing up for another year of leaning, and shenanigans.

Word count : 3395

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know what think. What you didn't like and what you did, in the comments.

Untill next time  Hollie xx

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[crucioslut]

Bellatrix, my most loyal. What seems to be keeping you down? You are so strikingly beautiful if I weren't so taken by you, I would kill you out of frustration. I have come to remind you that your deeds never go unnoticed. All good things to those who wait, pet. -Lord Voldemort

"Oh.." She blushes vibrantly, stumbling on her words. "Thank you, my Lord. That means positively everything to hear from you." She wished to go on about how unworthy she was but he hated when she did that. Take the compliment. She also wished he would allow her to embrace him during these times, and felt the overwhelming urge to do so. But she refrained. Though a bashful smirk couldn't be hidden. Bellatrix was absolutely swooning. "Of course, my Lord. It's my pleasure to serve. I'll wait forever." //OMG 😍😍😍😍 ahh. You just totally made Bella's life, anon. She's shook.

[fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit]

Draco Malfoy Loving Musicals Would Include...

Idea from @hiccuplover92 :)  I’m a HUGE Broadway geek, so this was right up my alley!

He had never heard about this magical place called “Broadway” until one day you brought it up

“Stories told on a stage with people acting like completely different people with spontaneous song and dance numbers?  Sounds ridiculous.”

His entire perspective on musicals changes when you took him with you to see Wicked

He felt so connected to Elphaba

“She just wanted to fit in at school and find love... why couldn’t people just accept that she was different?  Instead of letting Glinda help her she went to the bad side... wHY DID THEY HAVE TO MAKE ELPHABA FEEL BAD ABOUT HERSELF PEOPLE SUCK!”

He has “Defying Gravity” on repeat for the next week

Of course, you don’t mind.  

I mean, it got annoying when the sixth day rolled around but hEY you were happy your lil blondie had found a love for Broadway

Once you cuddled in your bed and watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Brits, murder, meat pies, a confusing love triangle, what’s not to love?

“Does it freak you out at all that Professor Snape looks like Judge Turpin, that Pettigrew guy looks like Beadle Bamford, and my aunt looks like Mrs. Lovett??”

The next morning in the kitchen you both do an entire rendition of “A Little Priest:

(Don’t worry, he never threw you in a furnace)

Toby is his favorite character

When you both finally save up enough money, you go to Broadway to see Hamilton

Draco was very confused with American history

I mean, the show is about Hamilton’s part during the American Revolution where the colonies defeated and broke free of British control

“Two gits pointing guns at each other isn’t going to get either of them anywhere.”  - Draco Malfoy, 2017

“Who throws boxes of tea into the ocean??  It was perfectly good tea!”

“Draco, the British taxed tea so buying it was extremely difficult for Americans.  They protested by dumping it off the ships.”

“Oh.”

Watching him try to rap Guns and Ships is one of the best things you’ve ever gotten to witness

Also, he felt really bad for poor Eliza

Dear Evan Hansen is next on your list

Draco didn’t completely understand it, but he understood enough

“What’s an e-mail?”

That takes a while to explain

This show was the first one that really made Draco cry

He loves having you sing “You Will Be Found” to him

You’re swooning over Connor the entire sho--wait

^im so sorry

Since it closed on Broadway, you have another cuddle session in your room and watch Les Miserables

Draco makes a shocking discovery

“Hey, that Marius guy looks just like the old portrait of the author Newt Scamander hanging in the Hogwarts library!”

“Why did literally everybody have to die...?”

He compared his father to Monsieur Thenardier quite a lot

“Monsieur Thenardier looks just like Pirelli from Sweeney Todd?”

“Babe, it’s the same actor.”

“Then why does Madame Thenardier look just like my aunt...?”

He comes up with a theory that Bellatrix is actually still alive and is now starring in a bunch of musical films

He really loves the Les Mis soundtrack

You two love to sing “A Heart Full of Love” together

Absolutely no musical could confuse Draco more than Cats did.

“Draco, what do you mean it’s weird!?  It’s incredible!  It’s the fourth longest-running Broadway musical, in fact.”

His only response was: “anTHROPOMORPHIC CAT PEOPLE!”

Ah, Draco.  Our adorable little Broadway nerd.

I hope my fellow Broadway geeks loved this!

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your first time | HCs

what your first time having sex includes (for anon)

Г includes : hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, ginny weasley, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, luna lovegood, cho chang, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black

♡─

hermione granger

♡─

actually researches everything she can to make it good for you (which ends up working really well)

is such a nervous wreck about making it perfect that you have to remind her

"it's with you, it'll already be perfect"

uses terms like vagina until you straight up tell her you're comfortable with dirtier words

foreplay QUEEN

does absolutely everything in her power to get you as wet as possible before doing anything

to the point where you wonder if you'll cum before even fucking

is already asking you what kinks you wanna try at this point

doesn't shut up but she's complimenting you the whole time

gets really encouraged + turned on whenever you moan

clingy, grinning mess after

asks you immediately what you want her to do better next time

♡─

draco malfoy

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cocky, cocky, cocky

secretly really nervous but still plays it up

will not let you top

returns anything you do

doesn't stand for you being quiet

he will do everything in his power to get you as loud as possible

also doesn't take his eyes off you at all ─ like he wants to memorise every second of it and every inch of your body

pretty rough but instantly softens if he thinks he hurt you or something

won't cum until you do

tells you how hot you were after

teases you for cumming for him like that wasn't the intended goal

acts non chalant instead of telling you how head over heels he is

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harry potter

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harry is CURIOUS and no one can tell me otherwise

you're the one that has to tell him it's ok to touch you and he goes all out once you do

wants to do everything, touch you everywhere

actually wouldn't be able to get over you or shift his focus from pleasing you

"these are so pretty", "i love this", "say my name again", etc.

you probably have to pull him away at some point if you want to actually touch him ─ or fuck

absolutely shook when do you touch him

tries to stay quiet until you tell him you wanna hear him

then he won't shut up with the babbling and the praises

wants a second round as soon as you finish

♡─

ron weasley

♡─

thanks to hbp, we know how inexperienced ron is

so don't expect him to get actually kinky the first time

sure, he wants to go all out with you but he's actually really gentle

accidentally tries something in the moment (like choking, degrading, basically any kink) and apologises

then can't believe the experience actually gets better when you roll with said kink (and enjoy it)

slows and asks if you're ok the whole time

and every time you say yes, he gets really encouraged

doesn't even want to pull away when you're done ─ basically never wants to take his hands off of you again

heavy breathing and huge grinning right on your skin when you're done

having a snack together after because it's cute and he's all worn out so

♡─

ginny weasley

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effortlessly sexy

honestly gets you going without even knowing it (you're done for when she actually tries)

she's really casual but sweet

definitely confident

puts her hair in a ponytail so you can see her face but still grab her hair

can't stay serious for shit ─ she's so happy and makes sure you know it

absolutely teases you if you stare at her

"its like this is the first time you've seen me naked!"

voices how turned on she is and how hot she finds you

forces herself to keep her eyes open because she wants to see you come undone

gets as many orgasms out of you as she can

sits on your lap and plants all these little kisses on your face when you're finished

♡─

pansy parkinson

♡─

"y/n and i are going to fuck, you should all be jealous" "oh my gods pansy,"

only a little nervous ─ she's more excited than anything

starts to confidently tells you about her daydreams, fantasies, and wet dreams but ends up blushing really hard

gets to work immediately

assumes she's topping but is actually willing to let you if you'd like

cocky, teasing, and sweet the whole time

goes for dirty names right off the bat

doesn't miss a beat when you cum, "baby 'm gonna take you against the wall now"

keeps going even after she gets tired

finally stops once you're both mindblown and unable to walk

falls asleep naked with you, head in your hair, mumbling about how she has the best s/o

♡─

fred weasley

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will pick you up/drag you/etc. to wherever you're doing this

excited as fuck but wants a safeword first and foremost

probably makes it something really stupid

you can barely get anything other than moans out once he starts touching you

gives you kisses, talks dirty, fucks you as hard as he can... he goes all out

just to make your first time the best you've ever had

focuses on giving unless you want more

softer during the second round but way kinkier ─ the boy likes trouble more than work but he's still a quick learner

slow, tired makeout when you're both worn out and him spooning you

♡─

george weasley

♡─

also really excited

has already figured out your kinks at this point through conversation cues and imagined making you cum with all of them

won't stop kissing you, saying stuff like, "ready to cum for me baby?"

SWOONING banter, "so long as you fill me up love"

confident + teasing about it

"fuck, how did you know i like that?" "a weasley is always prepared y/n," "didn't you forget to wear shoes to class last week?"

absolute gentleman

makes sure everything's ok with you

knows how to get you hot and bothered without being too rough

grunted i love yous

pulls out of you once you're all fucked out but keeps you close so he can give your forehead wet, praising kisses

♡─

luna lovegood

♡─

so ready to do this

tells you really non-chalantly how bad she wants you

also a queen of foreplay

undresses you so carefully and slowly, telling you how gorgeous you are

long kisses

open about her kinks, asks straight up what yours are

locking fingers while you fuck and agreeing to only let go if one of you wants to stop

spoiler, your hands may as well be fused together by the end of the night

coaxes you through her moans and checks on you

even though she knows ─ and trust me, she KNOWS ─ you're having the time of your life

wants you to lay on your back after you cum and plays with your hair + swirls her fingers on your skin from her comfy lil seat on your waist

♡─

cho chang

♡─

sweet over sexy first time

nervous at first that someone's going to walk in but once she starts touching you, the whole world disappears

lots of blushing and giggling

nothing too serious ─ your legs are tangled and you're just heart eyed

plants kisses all over you the whole time

actually loses herself with you

like eyes scrunched shut and looking like an angel

if she didn't want to see you all pretty and moaning so bad, she'd probably keep her eyes closed and just be happy with how good you feel

whispers the cutest but dirtiest shit

so smiley when you cum

gets pouty if you pull away or stand up after

wants to cuddle, skin to skin, and keep giving you kisses

♡─

fleur delacour

♡─

wants it to be perfect

wears the prettiest lingerie she owns

sets a romantic scene

physically and verbally

trust me when i say this girl is a romantic goddess when it comes to words

pulls out the french and tells you how beautiful she thinks you are

magic touch ─ her fingers are stroking and caressing you during everything and it feels magical

during this first time, actions > words

barely says anything

other than moaning your name

quietly praises you under her breath but says it louder if you tell her to

just really sensual and passionate

holds you in her arms and kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you finish

♡─

nymphadora tonks

♡─

"love, are you sure you want to do this together?"

the second she has your full comfort and consent?

she goes wild

fucks you a thousand different ways but is being so sweet with her words

respectful yet dirty, complimenting in the sexiest tone you've ever heard

wouldn't want to do anything too kinky the first time

only because she wants to leave you wanting more

(as if you won't already ─)

definitely loses control of her hair colour in the moment

it just feels so good that she can't help but go bright and vibrant

all bubbly and talkative when you finish + gets herself together and changes her hair back to your favourite colour

♡─

bellatrix lestrange

♡─

lays out all her kinks that first time

goes absolutely wild in bed

covers you in sloppy kisses and hickeys

moans shit like, "i have been thinking about this since the moment i laid eyes on you,"

loud the whole time

possessive pet names

my doll, my love, my pretty little thing

melts the first time your hands are in her hair

(whether they're pulling at it or running through it)

won't say anything about it but looks for cues that you're comfortable and enjoying it as much as she is

doesn't stop until you're completely worn out

lays on your chest when you're done

and falls asleep mumbling praises

♡─

narcissa black

♡─

tease

wants to stretch out your desire before you do anything for as long as she can

long kisses, hooked fingers, etc.

and when she does fuck you?

respectful queen, looks at you for consent before trying anything

stays serious but if you let out a little giggle, she indulges it because she's just as excited to finally be doing this with you

knows what she wants and expects it

she doesn't stop coming up to kiss you

tells you how good you're doing the whole time

makes you cum as many times as she possibly can before finally letting go

doesn't let go when you're done ─ she wants to stay close to you, hot breaths and juices mixing while she kisses the top of your head

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The Riddle of Man

Fandom: Harry Potter Genre: Poetry Sites: ao3, ff.net Ships: Tom/OC, Tom/Bellatrix, Harry/Ginny Summary: An orphaned boy rises to become the most powerful and feared wizard of his age. But when he hears a prophecy about a boy destined to defeat him, his own deadly action spells his undoing. Or should we say, his inaction? The true story of the man who became Lord Voldemort. AU. OOC for good reason. 

A/N: This is the impostume of reading too much Shakespeare, which outward breaks and knows not why potential readership dies. But for those who don’t mind this weird marriage of poetry and fanfic, here it is. For anyone unused to verse, try reading aloud, softly, to yourself. It will make better sense that way.

The Riddle of Man

Though oft the sweet-sung tale of late renown Among our common laud, a troubled mind Did lead me once to quiet witness sound, Whose tale obscure too late did wisdom find, Ere he was laid on fruitless ground to rest: So this, in’s memory, I’ll tell to test. 

There lived a boy of raven hue, whose eyes All eyes did draw to praise, like midnight sheer On iv’ry marble smooth, that, realized, Did show to all his beauty’s moonlight clear. And groped to him describe in just compare, As dark Adonis of renownèd fair.   

His charms did charm, his pleasing wit bewitched, Enchanting craft which swiftly won the grace Of wondered wizard and of swooning witch, Which easy skill had shown the telling trace Of ancient Slytherin, his mother’s line, That all gave due to noble blood’s divine. 

His talent known, at school he rose to fame, For in all of curse and jinx and hex excelled, And there grew known his stranger’s Muggle name, Though in his vein coursed blood of Peverell. And soon him followed in a loving throng A motley court that sued for favor longed. 

A love had he, one Coralina Smith, Niece to old Hepzibah, Hufflepuff’s heir. Though Slytherin-sorted, of cunning pith, Her heart was golden gentleness’ fair. Her grace he wooed, courted, and present won, And with her went after schooling done. 

But lo, it cannot be that matchless form Can spotless match within; for violent birth Of need-imbibed desire, like the worm, Does seethe and chafe to prove its scanted worth In ancient world of magic’s right and might, Where strong seize all, and weakling fall from sight. 

So young Tom Riddle (hight) like fury strove At Borgin’s worked till morning’s shadow eye, His lover like a wife, balm to his behove, His confidante in every act and lie. This love like coin resembled, on each side, Where mirror twins of blackest fair resides.

“Master Burke for your advancement speaks,” Said she in whispered confidence of bed, “A vacancy, which falls on thee to seek! Lest some popinjay take it in thy stead; For even lowly Ministry hire May rise to fill his dark desire.” 

So up, our Tom preferred, like blooming rose, Or special magnet which success draws near, Or moon the ocean’s tide attracts it close, Did climb to ranks of rank ambition’s dear, Which seeks the earthly fruit of polis crown That grants immortal heights from humble ground. 

A politic career had made him well, And soon a loyal twelve, who called him lord, Of talent profit and in leisure dwell, With selfsame hungry want for power’s hoard. And in this pledge did swear to serve ‘a true At his command by wand of phoenix yew. 

What then, in spring success, could augur bring? His lover now his wife, his lordship’s queen; The Phoenix order fled on frighted wing, The Ministry at heel, his power seen; Why, then, this leaden flash, this dew of cold, That harrows up the bone to press him old? 

“A prophecy, my lord.” Thus plague begun. His man Severus, bone-white, spoke in few: “Your death’s proclaimed by newborn summer son, Whom you must end, or risk your state undo. This Sibyl Trelawney with rasping speech Spoke fearful fortune; hear it, I beseech. 

“The sons of these two enemies, both alike In dignity and danger they present: Fair Longbottom, and Potter in his spite, Which your success they bitter most resent: As families of ancient line and clout, Your hard-won right they scorn, your blood they doubt. 

“O, good my lord, do not this augur heed, The vague pronouncement of uncertain word, To mark each penny-filching doctor’s greed And loose your judgment to reason most absurd. For augurs are like rakehell oaths, all bawds, And this Trelawney shy of certain fraud. 

“O, yet while you’ve your strength, take care defend The triumph of your state through power’s just! For sudden acts precipitate their end, Like lover’s frenzy dead in passion’s dust. What need, therefore, to spur from glory’s sun, And plan a fell attack on Lily’s son? 

“Darling Lily’s son, and Longbottom’s too, Are nothing to your lordship’s grace compared; Say they’ll grow to do you wrong, say that’s true: ‘Tis common known that common ends by rare. Your patience stay; but if you needs must act, On Longbottom fall your preventive tact. 

“Your mercy, lord, commends your mercy’s grace, In granting me your humble servant’s plea, To spare that love that love itself did lace With beauty’s rose and fortune’s starry lea. Then in your wisest censure judge Whether greater lord would lesser plea begrudge.” 

“I do conceive,” (this in reply), “thy plight, Severus; so I here confess me free From fond gain-giving or too-credent fright In piercing shallow mists of prophecy. For when I give consent to fear invest Pronounce me bankrupt in both wit and rest.” 

And yet it’s often seen that jealousy, When faced with Fortune’s accidents, Runs sweaty mind with sharp conspiracy, And nurtures compost seeds of false intent. So ‘twas the seeress proved her risky lie, When both that month his motion’s plans defied. 

To Dumbledore the fam’lies swore an oath, And joined his Phoenix order to prevent The fearful promise of his office troth: By courting the pureblood constituent, Prestige and power gain, in nation rule, And nevermore play fortune’s motley fool. 

But dark and queer, the dreams that haunt the life, Like swinging pendulum of nightmare trance! So deep his brood it did alarm his wife, Who stayed the loose-held reigns of augured chance To tell him this: “This seeress is but light; Stay, therefore, do not order judgment’s flight. 

“’Tis always been the truc of prophecy, Itself to realize its self’s belief With vague announcement garbed as certainty, Of which, for proof, their own self proof is chief. Thus builds a hollow case in iron proof, Like lawyer’s edifice’s absent roof. 

“To do this deed, your credit would undo, Which yet some eye of public favor holds, For trophies, trinkets, offices that honor you Their luster lost, their waste is present sold. Advancement by this act so would fly Your fortune forfeit, that hour’s honor dies. 

“I say this not to stay, oh, understand, Thy mounting name; but thou must yet fear With too-small pause to dye thy spotless hand, And easy fall in murder’s blackened smear. Oh, do not thee so: For all greatness must The jealous mass attract like scented lust. 

“This Sibyl is a punk, a drab, a pass, Who never spoke in life a word of truth: Cassandra’s blood, though not her See she has, And so she’s worked as pandlar-bawd since youth. To credit her a minute past her rate, Would soon reduce ye to a beggar’s state.”

“This advice of caution’s well” (so spoke he) “And therefore caution will I best employ: To crush the bud before it flowers me With pestilence, else spell my end in joy. For sickness left untendered deathly rage To leave one simple mark upon a page.” 

“Wilt thou aid me, Cora? Dost thou approve?” They clinging fast, a little world in room, And, silent, understood the force which moves The trembling thread through steady weaving loom, And weave the silky purse with icy will Which glory’s expectation helps keep still.

II.

The night of Hallows’ Eve drew velvet black. The moon, forewarned, had cloaked herself from see; In laden streets a masquerade was wracked Like glimm’ring jewels in solemn ebony.   But lo, how starless was this hallowed night, As if these loyal guards had quit in fright! 

And if some common portents there were seen, As owl’s daylight pass or talking horse; The dire thunderclap, the lone wolf’s keen, A ghost relating horror in blank verse, None bore the fruit of witness or of deed; But horror more than these did proceed. 

And, ghosting, cloaked through village festive’s streets, The riddle walked with slow, ungainly tread. A flask through gripless fingers, flavored sweet, Empty rang the streets as slipping courage fled. Each step proclaimed: Let fall life, usher death, For only fools dare barter precious breath. 

A child, no more, a life to say but one, Untested thought that grows in’s promise doubt. Then kind enough t’eclipse this flaming son, Lest fiery growth in danger scorch him out. What lacks he, then, but strength of chosen will, To banish evil life with goodly kill? 

Fair or dark, dark and fair, or darkly fair, To ravel future fall from stars divine; Which peril’s boy discern, which wizard’s heir Would one day claim, “This life were mine”? And then unbidden came the knowing spark – Fair and dark had fought; so won the dark. 

The hallowed Hollow in evening’s Hallow, Rose rosy vision of a mountain mist. Whiskey quickened blood and breathing shallow, The web of fogging doubt that must desist. Till in his memory’s abstract lived this creed: To never stay till ending of this deed. 

So banish doubt, sink feeling to the bone; And flaming mind abate with cooling patience. Make lily-livered heart to practice stone, Leave mother mercy off with temperance. And should in this endeavor triumph can, You’d prove yourself a more than mortal man. 

Within was dark without a sound. A chance Of pause him stayed: Was this a trap, a trick? Had the Potters warning of his advance? A furious stream of light replied, a lick Of smarting curse – the jealous father stood, Armed and ready to defend his brood. 

No discourse, all instinct, marked the first exchange, And silent house her secret soon disclosed. They fought as teething beasts, deranged, Where one opponent fell, the other rose. Till both in struggle had about the neck; A moment’s beat before the fatal wreck. 

The flash of jade this shattered mirror caught, The slash that chasm tore the living place – What eye would horror glimpse, received unsought, The cleanly break’s irrevocable case? The body fell, and so fell too marred youth, That bit of soul that so betrayed its truth. 

In silence rang, though never heard, the moan Whose mournful treble for her husband’s death Would have stole the general ear and sown In ev’ry sleeping conscience anguished breadth, And make the stones themselves on murder cry Which joined his racing blood where conscience lies. 

The lick of flame that vanished on the stair At his trespass and sequent wizard’s duel Now flashed in desp’rate quickness ‘round the fair It gilded, like porcelain of queenly rule, Now fleshly pale at horror’s hasty side Her tender hidden from the wicked hide. 

“Desist, depart,” she cried. “No more, I pray – Take me instead; I do throw my life of care, And your hand upon my head fear not stay. But not my boy, no, not my son, him spare, And I will do you any service, now, So changing mercy with a servant’s vow.” 

“I have no quarrel nor no use for thee,” Quoth he. “Stand aside. Mercy will I give If thou my business let unhindered free, ‘Less like thy husband thou wilt scorn to live. So quit thy begging – no, I cannot hear – Leave hanging from my sleeve, come not so near.” 

“Kind master, good lord,” she sobbed. “Don’t refuse; You cannot be so kindless, no, you must, Nor can you my frankness so abuse And kill for naught the simplest sense of just. Have pity, then, upon my state, have soul, Which you know I know you have, that yet is whole. 

“Or better still, take him alive; how great Your triumph then, to turn a dreaded foe To friend, to son, to chief of highest state; How can he turn, raised to love you so? For all the best do know for war to end You must a present foe turn future friend. 

“Oh, raise him, then, be father and mother To him, and use me as pleases your will: As your servant, woman, both, or other, At table, bed, or secretary’s quill, At hand to do whatever needs be done, So long as he may live your honored son.” 

“What mother mothered, what father fathered! When I was this boy’s age, a stranger filled My cup of need along with several others Orphaned by indifferent fortune, whose will Decreed the curse of life of endless want!” This spoke with maddened eye and favor gaunt. 

“Be grateful, then, thy son will never know The orphan plight of raising tear-flesh shame, That must surrender constant proof, or grow In banished self the cancer of his name. Such little lives in fettered darkness lead, That souls that leave are blinkered by their need. 

“Forbear! Thou silly wench, think’st thou me kind? This kindness lost, if ever had, is bar To acts of heightened pitch which will find A greater glory reaching farther star. Then come what fate and sorrow follow: Beyond them lies the hope of better morrow.” 

So shoved she aside, but no sooner done Than she with stinging hex attempted wide, Which, blocked, ended what had scarce begun: Avada Kedavra answered her pride. And struck her to the core of living life The light extinct with cut of fiery knife. 

And this exchange the child witnessed all, Unknowing eyes that nursed the wounded gash And humor mild at his mother’s fall, Consumed by eerie glow of em’rald lash, Which stole his loyal mother from his right Into the plunge of everlasting night.

The murderer, the infant in its crib, For a moment’s beat formed a painted scene, As if the sortilege of fate had dimmed And froze the famous pair in Avada-green. A frescoed Tom and Hal in rival’s sort: The Boy-Who-Lived with so-called Voldemort.

But as we know from ancient faded writ, That time-worn tales do lose their little truth, Traditions turning legend, legend myth, Till age gives faded fancy fancy’s youth, So too this tyrant-beast, so hight, did stay Like statue frozen: Nothing neither way. 

Nothing! Yes, nothing. Wracked in wonder, I Made question, disbelieved this calm report. But him I sounded, with a saddened eye, Knew I knew him true on Voldemort. He stayed his fell, and hidden world did see This Voldemort turn present Voldevie. 

Unseeing stared at the unheeding boy; The moments rolled and lengthened to a crawl. The child, smiling, proffered him his toy,  A furry griffin wrapped in crimson shawl. As if in friendly peace and gesture just, To stranger, if his liking tended thus. 

Decline your wand of yew; it’s over now. Do not with vainest show a falsehood keep. In war a soldier fights to hold his vow, But ever after never finds his sleep. For who would, kindless, innocence slaughter In guise of potential son or daughter? 

He thought on Cora, on himself, his state, The sibyl’s oracle, Snape’s petition. But as he anguished, there heard Apparate The Phoenix, which surrounded the partition. Which forced him to employ his plan’s escape, With friends to hide, join Cora, send for Snape. 

Round, like a circle in a spiraled wheel, The space constricted in an eyelash wink, Through coaxing whirl its spinning thread unreels His liquid essence pooling in a sink, Until the hearth of Riddle House appeared At Cora’s feet, demanding him her fear. 

“I heard rumors from the Hollow,” she said, Pale as ash. “Thou quakest with fear, thy favor’s wild. What happened? Are thou hurt, are they dead? The Phoenix is called; didst thou kill the child?” “No,” he groaned. “No, no. Cora, I am through. I’ve murdered sleep, and sleeping killed I you.” 

“What speech is this? My lord, you shake. Do bend Your discourse into some frame; what occurred? The night’s bleak horrors could no spell forfend; The elves did tremble at each trifle heard. Is the mission undone? Yet tell me so, So flee this place, to further safety go.” 

“Ay, ay, to flee,” he breathed. “We must, ‘tis true. But let us not, sweet wife, ourselves deceive. Forbear all counsel. Here’s my wand of yew: Perform Priori, then break it. Conceive, And let us haste, and there embrace our doom: A burdened life, which must in us assume.” 

Gone was the triumph that had come before, Gone were the fruits of warlike state enjoyed, Gone were safety, peace, the sanctum’s core, The undefiled piece of man and boy. Hope forsaken, vows forsworn, lives undone, They to shadows turned from midnight sun. 

III.

Alone, forsook, in tower languishing, Beneath a sky that held no hint of peace. What little hope that keeps from perishing In’s shrunken breast the fine of shortened lease, Did pace in fev’rish-ill round restless cage, While cold-eyed stars played witness to his rage. 

His orders foiled, his men in blind retreat; His Cora gone, and Severus long since fled; The Hogwarts siege a failure uncomplete, And on each side the living reckoned dead. Now warlike Harry, in his eager pride Flies to Riddle House with heated stride. 

Or so spake rumor; he no longer knew The diff’rence ‘tween a moonlit night and noon, Between autumnal’s chill and springtime dew, Between a loyal man and sycophant’s croon, But dealt each toy with jealous sputt’ring rant, Spurned good and ill alike in scornful cant. 

“What, Yaxley! Malfoy! Rosier! Are all fled? A pox ‘a fops and gulls that cannot stand! Fie, Bella, dost thou hear? Thy husband’s dead, And would his fellows proved so true a man! Go to and hang, ye lily-livered knaves! Is this to pay the graciousness I gave? 

“What, Nott defaulted too? Then traitors, hence! O shamed deceit, these yellow whoreson curs, That feel sans feeling, lose their common sense!” He beat his chest; his lover too did hers, And brought his person level to her eyes, Who comfort gave to ease his great despise.

“Have cheer, my good lord, all is not lost yet; The beasts are fresh, the battle scarce begun; But give me leave to seek out Marsenet – Prithee, lord, give me leave to seek our son, Whom honor pricks in mortal vengeful plan, Seeking young Potter’s death at thy command.” 

“Bella, do not stir from hence! Thee I told A thousand times remain, and so thou wilt; Let Marse his importunity strike bold; Fiori has too much his mother’s milk. For loving Cora’s favor lives in him, And tortures me with madness as its whim.” 

“Proud I am,” said she, fierce, “of Mars’ might, For son so mewed I’d scorn to breathe the name. My honor’s better served to join the fight, And change each Phoenix blow with fatal same. Then let my duty better show in this, Fair warrior die than live in coward’s bliss.” 

“Oh, coward’s bliss,” he sighed. “Would it were mine, And inner calm restore the balm of sleep! Revive the luscious spring of barren time, That left me drowned in crimson ageless deep, Until our self like factious jealous state Undoes itself in chaos rebel’s fate.” 

“Do not so speak,” she hissed. “Oh, fie, oh, fie! Are you a man? Is this proper bearing? Oh, once you could the wrathful gods defy, And now like timid beast thy hairs rise staring! Oh, good my lord, renounce this woman’s chatter; Thy power yet is more than mortal matter.” 

“Leave me, Bel. By Salazar, forbear! Go, then, with Marsenet, take up the cause, And seek Fiori’s stay. Content thee, fair: My years, a tangled scarf of torn-up gauze, Is skinlike stretched to ephemeral taut And seeks a knitted rest from weary lot.” 

But desperate thought, as Bella left, crept in, And colored gaping absence’ memory With too-fine fears that, heartened, slither in, The tempest clouding up his wat’ry see, Till bare and stony tower mirror turned To mock his face, his folly dearly earned. 

For oh, how vile the flesh in loathing steeps, Like poison-vat that thinking gives a cure! Dry lesions in his bony hands, which creeped And tried to tear proud body’s insecure! His beauty’s gone, a shadow coarse’d by years, And manly form weathered by kindly tears. 

Without the distracted lord’s chamber door, In base of winding stair a foot did rest. Gazing up the helix (oh, true Gryffindor!) Was Harry Potter, crown of Hogwarts’ best, Whose Godric’s sword did grip with master right, In churning lust for coming master fight. 

Blood did gild that form unmatched in breadth, That broad poitrine of sleek and wiry strength, Glistening with the salt of valiant breath, That amorous wet each sinew of his length. The dark-fair rose of youth, this golden boy; A wizard prince, Dumbledore’s pride and joy.

“Fiori,” he said, low, “You’re sure he’s there?” “Ay, sweet Harry,” the latter, grim, replied,  “With his own fears made drunk and mad with care, A beast who wallows in the filth he lies; To put him down would be a mercy’s act, And you yourself the sealer of that pact.” 

“Join hands with me, Fiori,” (so said he) “And pardon it, with all thy heart, that fell That ended thy brother’s life. Let, for thee, This cancel crime, foul words between us quell. And let grow fruit of golden amity Thy service honor banished enmity.” 

“Merlin be with thee!” Clasping him, ‘a cried, “Marse’s death fall not on thee. O thou great, O thou most good! An thou wert now to die, What feeling loss would pang the tott’ring state!” “Do not yet speak of death,” said Harry, bleak. “I hate the word, and do defy its weak. 

“Tell Ron of Fenrir, of poor Hagrid’s plight; Break gently news of Fred and George’s fall; Hunt Dolohov, for Remus’ death requite; Send brave Hermione to McGonagall. Bid them join the rest, not to stay for me; Riddle I must face alone, or ne’er be. 

“And one last thing –” He swallowed thickly here. “If by any chance thou see’st Ginny –” But love, which speaks through storm and silenced fear, Through god-ruled fate and mortal tyranny, Did tie his ready tongue with struggling pause: Love too great for words makes speechless cause. 

His friend regardless understood. “Ay, I shall. Never thee fear.” He gazed at him, And laden chest exhumed a pregnant sigh, As if regretting some old childhood whim. And sans another word the two did part, In silent gesture speaking heavy heart. 

The long and slow ascent, the torches’ shade, That led with clammy step to Riddle Tow’r, Took warlike Harry to each passing grade, His noble heart grow fierce with trembling pow’r. For dark his heated purpose, ice his breath, To pay the lord at last his parents’ death. 

He met the door; Alohomora made It yield. The dreaded sight appeared, appalled, The shrunken shadow’s shadow, merest shade. That stood near window with a darkened pall, And did not turn to greet him at the door; So went ignored the noble Gryffindor. 

Neither did silence break with needless speech, Nor flourished wand or blood-caked sword withdrew, Nor cleaved the other’s ear with verbal breach, Or faults with ringing condemnation spewed, Nor even gave with name avenger’s cry, As, “You killed my father. Prepare to die.” 

Instead he turned, and, startled, met his twin, As if in glass or master painter caught, No change without reflecting change within – Tom Riddle had appeared, unwilled, unsought! How could this be? But no, his eye had erred: His mind had hasty jumped to dream preferred. 

No, Harry was himself, his father’s spit, In form and bearing a dark and well-made youth; But in the fire of his almond pit, The emerald Lily lived to blaze her truth: And once again gazed in her killer’s eye, And once again his person she defied. 

“Is’t you at last?” he murmured low. “My foe, Or savior – I’ve long forgot the which. Have you then come to pitch my overthrow, My friends supplant, undo, restrain, bewitch? Or like a sheep in wolfish garb dost come To reckon up my debt to force a sum?” 

“Thy reckoner’s here,” said Harry coldly. “Stand, if you be man, and we our strength shall try. My parents’ loss my glory’s gain shall be, And prove those ancient words which prophesied The fate which knits us in her threaded gyves: ‘Neither can live while the other survives.’” 

“Thou wretched boy!” Rounding in a flashing break. “I’ll see thee ere I go with thy parents sent! Life’s a candle flame that, with slightest quake, The smallest breath may careless usher rent; So stint, thou seed. Take heed to tender light That youthful wick which soon is swallowed night.” 

“Thou thing! Thou paper-king of rags and patch, Thou serpent-prince of foul and ancient rot! The germ of evil and of fell dispatch, That knits disasters in its wedded knot! And now, thou shadow’s shadow, here must end The canker ill of ill’s allowed propend!” 

And not a word thereafter spoken, no, Nor slightest breath of air exchanged; When words do fail, the greater is the show, That follows fast with furious martial range; And so they to’t, wand to wand, man to man, To guard till final breath their person’s stand. 

The grim-eyed chamber lit with charging spell, Some dying splattered on unyielding stone, Exploding firecrackers that did quell On dusty ground extinct by ashy loam. Or else that mortal lash of hex that missed And brushed their robèd arms like streaking kiss. 

Which side more desp’rate and which more maddened, To deal the final blow? Their worth Were equal on both, and Fortune, saddened, Knew well the justice of their troubled birth. And quit her post, leaving weaving wheel, For mortals to decide their own fate’s seal. 

And oh, who did not hear the scream of Bellatrix, But heated blood did freeze in fearful vein? When she her Marse’s death found out the trick That stole his life and she her honor stained, Then sobbing tore through house with vengeful aim; Till stayed by Molly Weasley, grieving same. 

“Thou scorpion, thou scullion poison-well, Thou dram – no, don’t thee dare not walk away! My darling twins thy stainèd hand had felled And now thy debt is mine to make thee pay. Oh, I’ll assure my strike won’t be in vain, For thou wilt harm my children ne’er again.”

“Traitors! Murd’rous knaves and thieves! The fount of foulest, villainous evil! Oh sweet my brave, my darling son!” So grieved, Like tempest gales the heart’s upheaval, It stopped her speech; and blindly struck her wild, In vengeance ‘gainst the world for darling child. 

A clash of opposites, of vicious reach, Twin whirlwind furies of a crimson pitch. Each mother’s grief a circle feeding each, Which called one weasel whore, the other bitch; And fought till Molly caught her on the ground; Her wand like knife to neck did put her down. 

Did he feel, I wonder, his lieutenant,   Before her mortal strings of life were caught? Hope her house had quit, and left as tenant The want that craves its end in naught. And silent begs the mercy-giver act To kill the sullied flesh of shameful fact. 

As Bella went, her lover was disarmed, And slipping, with arm outstretched he fell; Quick Harry poised to execute that harm That soon would send him kicking heel to hell. And this advantage quickly moved to seize: Himself still armed, his rival on his knees. 

But as in life beyond a paper fame, Oft the things we mean to do miscarry Or never realized, or change in aim, Purpose, circumstance, or name. So Harry, Like a painted character dumbly stood And let his doubting “should” o’erwhelm his “would.” 

And in that space where silent counsel streams, Entire worlds of words conveyed through gaze, The time between did pass like sluggish dream   Like years and not some seconds passed in haze.   So youth and age, dark and dark, fame and fame, Like statues stared, dumb in unfinished game.   

The winds without had calmed, as eye of storm, Before a thunderclap the silence rent; The air did lose its biting frost and warmed, Which all of mercy’s hope in second spent. So to it went again the foes; but then Wands met in Priori Incantatem. 

A golden thread the several streams enjoined, The honeyed warmth that, streaming, intercourse; A rushing surge of pow’r in chaffing loins That meet with fervor in deep-throated force. Two wills in one, and one in that one will, In battle fought; but impasse kept them still. 

The spell forced memory; the wands confessed Each wrathful kill, each calculated hurt. Not one did stint in shame, but rather tressed In essence same, though meeting briefly curt. How loath the one to undo its brother! How warm they greeted, like open lover! 

And yet it could not be but their joy was brief: The phoenix of the holly trumped the yew, Though not without the pain of magic’s grief, That made its brother’s spell dissolve like dew. Oh sorrow’s cross, to bear that loving strife, To be the one to end beloved life! 

So Voldemort, then Voldevie, now naught, His riddle solved, but wants its puzzle piece, That in his raging sorrow desperate sought The pardon that would give his trial peace. Now dearly found, and dearer bought by youth, Who now stands heir to all his state and truth. 

The hush that fell, the fury’s storm’s recede, Though not a mite abated, made a pause To give a panting Harry back his need And room to bring the truth of triumphed cause, Before the joyful sight of living friend: The evil scarce begun has present end. 

But oh, what joy, what cheer did start And filled with lusty roar the bleak lacuna: For who did meet him, these loyal hearts, But Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna? His faithful warriors, and more, and more, Did come to throng him at the door. 

Exhausted, weary, words but breath and air, He made no sound except to say his deed, And thought on nothing but his ended care, That sixteen years of strife did lead. And soon looked forward to a life well fed, With fierce-proud Ginny by his side to wed.  

With ringing bell, the Hogwarts flag was hung And draped across old Riddle senior’s hall. Requiems for the lost and hymns were sung To victory dearly won by brother’s fall. And triumph over wicked wizard dead, Now gone to goblin’s hell below sans head. 

For Tom Marvolo Riddle, his body found, Was tossed and thrown in playful wizard’s game, And for a trophy, as from bear or hound, Off went the severed head of wicked fame, To join his fiendish wife and cobra lover As butcher king in markless tomb uncovered. 

His eldest son, Fiori, now his heir, Was guarded for a time without his room, His treason known, that made him present fair By Harry, who made him a courtly groom. Although his tyrant sire’s blood did make Suspicion’s odorless smoke trail his wake. 

Fior did not last, but fared much better Than oily Malfoy, now past all earthly care, Or kindless Crabbe with brutish Trevor, Both fiendish fire’s meat of Ron the Bear. With Dolohov through, cut by Ginny’s curse, The rest were carted off for fate much worse. 

Then wisdom blanched, his trickling tale he stayed. I, in puzzlement, inquired for his health. “Oh, fie,” he moaned. “I was a fool to say What none should dare for all his land and wealth! But enough. ‘Tis done, and I must perforce Vouchsafe my life in safety’s hidden course.” 

And so I wait, evading looming fate, My mystery hid deep in key-locked breast. This final thought that good with ill equates Confounds me so it’s loath to leave me rest: What laden price for soul to understand The story monsters made from riddled man! 

Finis.

#i can't quit you fanfiction #harry potter #hp #fanfiction #my writing #fanfic #poetry #because yes i am the type of person who'd write a whole fanfic in iambic pentameter for fun #and i wonder why no one reads my stuff ha

[sapphicwhxre]

• valentine’s day

happy (late) valentine’s day! HCs under the cut for: hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, pansy parkinson, ginny weasley, ron weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, cho chang, luna lovegood, parvati patil, padma patil, lavender brown, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black. a/n: im also very clearly obsessed with girls in lingerie, leave me be.

cw: includes sexual HCs (not detailed)

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hermione granger

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• basically gives you, ron, and harry a crash course on valentine’s day

• you’re probably the only one not bored to death

• you actually have to remind her that you have plans

• she gets really excited and stops with her “commercial holiday that takes advantage of people who feel the need to prove their love!” rant

• wears a pretty dress and goes to the trouble of doing her hair

• all blushy when she gives you a gift

• buys you a muggle valentine’s card too

• swooning mess when you give her any presents but really cares more about the love and feelings behind it

• won’t stop muttering thank yous and i love yous

• painfully romantic, sensual valentine’s sex under her blankets all night

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draco malfoy

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• complains about/insults the holiday

• but proceeds to smother you with gifts and valentine’s candies

• he actually likes valentine’s day a lot because it's the one day you won’t freak out over him spoiling you (but if it’s gifts and love, then i guess everyday is valentine’s day with him)

• takes you to the most expensive place he can possibly find

• pda all day

• makes fun of other couples ─ despite you two being way lovier than any of them

• moody if you don’t immediately wear the jewelery he gives you, “you hate it, don’t you?” “draco give me a second, i just opened it!”

• buys you *special* lingerie

• praises you all day

• and all night

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harry potter

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• forgets it’s even valentine’s day

• until ron’s on about “what to get hermione!”

• he just didn't ever have a reason to acknowledge it before

• ‘cause yk... he was never included in holidays at home or at school ─ especially not a romantic one lmfao

• feels horrible and buys everything you like

• also gets you lingerie but is such an embarrassed mess when buying it ─ and even more of a mess when he gives it to you

• gets a little tipsy with you and attacks you with affection

• and breaks your heart when he admits why he did everything last minute

• wants to take you out but can’t actually keep his lips or hands off of you

• so how does post-valentines day breakfast sound?

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pansy parkinson

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• pretends she didn’t get you anything at first, “oh is it valentine’s day today?”

• just for kicks

• then spoils you tho

• in physical, verbal, and materialistic ways

• isn’t mean to anyone all day

• you have her undivided attention so no one else is worth a second glance

• the only exception is if the waiter messes something up

• she wants everything to be perfect and will not hesitate to go off on them

• takes you to pick out matching lingerie

• two sets for each of you, of course, since the set won't be usable after she ruins you

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ginny weasley

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• goes grade school style and gets you a cute little card with a candy

• fred and george def pull a prank on you two “lovebirds”

• so you pull one back

• romances you all day

• the type to excessively call you pet names and give you all these kisses

• manages to make calling you her valentine sound dirty, “valentine,” “oh fuck”

• can and will be touching you at all times

• in less than innocent ways when you’re alone (but sometimes not alone)

• bonnie wright in red lipstick makes me feel things and ginny does it to you on valentine’s too

• knows how to give the perfect gifts and have you swooning more than you already are for you

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ron weasley

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• pesters hermione and ginny for advice all week leading up to it (i use this all the time but one of my fav ron relationship HCs is just that he goes to them for girl advice)

• saves up all the money he can months in advance

• is really embarrassed about not being able to get you as many gifts as he’d like

• and about you buying more than he did

• you have to absolutely assault him with your love so he knows how grateful you are for him and everything he does for you

• he may not have a lot of money BUT he has all the love to give you for valentine's day

• major pda, lots of not so subtle “you see, my girlfriend here”

• he’ll carry you everywhere, kiss you, and call you pet names

• and whisper not so innocent things ─ but they’re just as romantic

• then he brings each of them to life that night

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george weasley

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• meets you at midnight

• you’re really tired but he thinks it’s adorable and proceeds to kiss the living hell out of you

• carries you to “make up for the whole waking you up at midnight thing”

• takes you to nick some stuff from the kitchens

• including a whole ass chocolate fountain

• chocolate covered strawberries and other treats

• which leads to fruity, chocolate-y kisses ─ and a little more

• using the marauders map to sneak out of the castle + have sex with a pretty view of it all

• finding when he lets you get back that someone dropped off gifts, love letters, and a place + reservation time in your dorm

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fred weasley

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• gives you all the bunches of sweet gifts that he can

• has some stupid inside jokes (and just plain stupid jokes) in a love letter with them

• keeps smirking at you to make you think there’s something wrong with his gifts

• to the point where you won’t even hold the flowers he gives you, “i swear to merlin if this sprays me or blows up─” “it won’t darling, i promise”

• but it’s all safe and fine, he’s just annoying

• won’t tell you tho until the end of the day when you have a pile of untouched stuff

• there’s some kinky presents in there for sure

• and you’ve got nothing to be wary of there

• covers you in kisses and loving ─ but eventually wild ─ intimate affections

• gets the house elves to bring you dinner + your fav dessert up (fred and george eventually became friends with the castle elves, pass it on)

• cuddles you to death sleep

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cho chang

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• enchants roses to bloom with small gifts and leaves them in your dorm

• there’s a note that tells you to meet her in the ravenclaw common room (she trusts you have the wits to enter)

• she’s waiting in this gorgeous dress that her lingerie barely peeks out of

• “darling, you got my letter” “it was beautiful cho”

• you share a box of chocolates and look out the window together since she knows how much you love the view

• the morning together is heaven with stolen sugary kisses and warm cuddles

• she completely shifts tones for the evening

• that lingerie that teased you behind her dress comes out after dinner

• tangled bodies in your favourite spot

• and whispered reminders that, “you’re my one and only love, don’t you ever forget that”

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luna lovegood

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• valentine’s day picnic, valentine’s day picnic, valentine’s day picnic!!

• she spends all week sneaking away from you to perfect it

• wakes you up in your dorm just before sunrise so that you can watch it together

• brews up some hot tea and pumpkin juice, along with lovegood family speciality cakes

• “be my valentine, y/n?” “luna, we’re dating” “i should still ask you, shouldn’t i? we mustn’t stop with the romance just because we’re already together”

• special charms to keep the nargles away on this special day

• to luna’s satisfaction, makeouts uninterrupted by any magical creatures whatsoever

• dances with you in the open wind

• gifts you something only luna would know you’d love

• and fucks you while the sun goes down

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padma patil

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• leaves little notes all over your dorm for you to find

• they’ve got clues for the night (parks and rec style but without the crazy)

• your first dates and memories from your affections

• she makes them all extremely obvious but then praises you for figuring it out and won’t stop with the “my baby’s so smart,”

• long makeout and cuddles with the compliments

• smiling mess when you give her a gift

• “like to see my gift, y/n?” surprise, she’s wearing lingerie

• tells you all breathless afterwards that she got you actual gifts too

• and won’t stand for any teasing since you gave right into her hotness

• running off to dinner together, giddy and in love

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parvati patil

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• shows up right at your door, around the time she knows you wake up

• expects you to have read the long love letter left on your pillow

• if you have, she’ll just kiss you and if you haven’t, she’ll hold your head in her lap while you do

• swoons for your touch while she tells you what she has planned for you

• lays in bed with you for a bit and in addition to her ideas, talks with you about what you want to do

• at one point you get a, “y/n, what if we forget all that and spend the day inside?” “i like the sound of that”

• it’s actually a lot of innocent conversations and affection

• until one of your kisses lingers and suddenly someone’s on the other’s lap

• you only finally go out because you “wouldn’t want that reservation to go to waste”

• but really, you just want to see her look gorgeous in a dress

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lavender brown

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• has probably been talking about her plans for the past month, “and then we’ll...”

• won’t even let you get out of bed at first

• you can’t really breathe from how close she is to you

• but you’re not complaining

• making out until she realises she wants to give you her gifts

• after that she drags you out of bed

• she went all out and made plans for the entire day

• puts her hands over your eyes to surprise you for every single one of them

• which you can’t even be mad about ‘cause she’s so happy and cute

• even more excited to show you the lingerie she bought for the occasion

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fleur delacour

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• she goes all out

• dim room, gourmet french foods, rose petals on the ground

• hopeless romantic bliss, she wants it to be a day straight out of your dreams

• instantly tells you that, “oh y/n, you are so beautiful” ─ to which you respond, “fleur i haven’t even gotten ready yet...”

• absolutely loses it when valentines and gifts show up at her door for her, “don’t they know i’m yours! imbeciles!”

• a walk and a certain intimate activity you both enjoy in the moonlight after your dinner

• scarily perfect wrapped gifts given

• an entire speech on how much she loves you and wants to give you the whole world ─ and adds quite sadly that “this will have to do”

• you assure her that it’s been perfect and show her just that

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nymphadora tonks

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• “i wonder if i can give you a hickey in the shape of a heart”

• you wake up to something dumb like that and get jumped by her affection

• she’s already in lingerie and quipped with dirty talk, it’s just that thought that happened to wake you

• has her hair your very favourite colour

• “good morning beautiful,” doesn’t let you breathe with all the kisses and touches she gives you

• takes you to a remote location on her broomstick

• which is just a candlelit meal and a large, messily wrapped present

• she shoved it all into one box and put a bunch of little love notes on each one (this one’s kinda random but it feels right)

• probably definitely wants you to sit on her lap all cliché like and let her feed you dessert

• keeps you on her lap after for different activities

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bellatrix lestrange

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• genuinely excited for the holiday

• it’s her two favourite love languages in one day : touch and gifts

• fucks you in every (house-elf decorated) room of the house

• takes you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner

• gets extremely moody if you make any half negative comment that day

• won’t show it but she immediately melts and goes back to her good mood if you give her a kiss

• a lot of wine... and i mean a lot

• makes it a point to kiss you really fiercely around single people

• “bella wtf that’s cruel” “y/n, kiss me again” “yes ma’am”

• she doesn’t care ─ double sting, they’re missing out on love and on you

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narcissa black

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• queen of romance

• and elegance

• handwrites you love letters

• leaves them in your bed, the bathroom, anywhere you’ll find them

• runs you a bath with rose petals

• she leaves a scary big pile of wrapped presents for you

• joins you at some point and points in the direction of a certain present

• it’s lingerie, she takes you to the bedroom

• wouldn’t ruin you too bad since you have dinner and wine plans

• but she’ll have you begging under the table and then ruin you completely once you get home

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