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Lupin I did for owlcrate :)

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“Dining at the Ritz, we’ll meet at nine precisely / I will pay the bill, you taste the wine / Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely / Just take me back to yours, that will be fine!”

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Not HP, but my friend wrote this and it's cute AF!!! -yerawzrdarry

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne Characters: Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, Artist Zayn Malik, Artist Liam Payne, art class, Portraits, literally nothing but fluff, Meet cute? Maybe?, One Shot Summary:

Liam joins an art class at the community center, so he can practice his portrait drawing. He meets Zayn. They draw each other’s portraits.

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Ronald B. Weasley

Ron Weasely kind of liked his scars. He liked how the raised red swirls stood out against his pale skin, how they slashed through his freckles and made him look braver somehow. They made him seem less plain, less ginger, less Weasley. With scars creeping up his arms like ivy he was finally different than his brothers. They served as proof that he was just as good, just as brave, and worthy as the rest. He was no longer ickle baby Ron who needed big brothers to protect him. He was man. He had earned his scars fighting for good, fighting for Harry, fighting for his life.

He liked when his nieces and nephews would ask how he got them, How their faces would light up when they declared how proud they were of brave Uncle Ron. He liked telling the story of being attacked by brains in the Department of Mysteries, or how he had been splinched fleeing death eaters and nearly had his arm torn from his body. He liked how they would try to draw his scars on themselves because they wanted to be brave, they wanted to look cool, they wanted to be like him. He liked that it was pretend for them. He hoped that none of them would ever experience war, would never have to earn scars of their own.

Ron liked being able to look down and be reminded to be braver than he is, that he can take whatever life throws at him, that he had been through hell and survived. His scars were proof that he had survived, that he would continue to survive, to fight and fuck up and fight some more. He liked that his scars reminded him of Remus, and Moody, and Fred, and countless other better witches and wizards who had not survived the war. Every single morning he would see his scars and be reminded of their sacrifices, be reminded that Remus should be here to tell Teddy about his own scars, be reminded that no matter what happened next, Ron would do his damndest to keep their memories alive.

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Me: I have dignity.

Also me: *sobbing* Someone please read my fic!

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Fic Request

Request: Drarry fic where Harry asks Remus for advice on how to ‘woo’ Draco

Pairing: Drarry … Harry/Draco

Written By: @yerawzrdarry with beginning taken from @slytherinquisitor

Beta’d By: @mugglebornweasley

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550 notes!!!! I am making wounded pterodactyl sounds of joy! Thank yooouuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!

Untitled Drarry Fic

Written by @yerawzrdarry

Edits by @puttingtheassinembarrassment

“I’ve had these trainers since fifth-year, I can’t get rid of them!“ Harry scoffed for the tenth time that day. He was already beginning to regret asking Draco to help him find something to wear to the Ministry Gala.

“They have actual Spellotape holding the sole together! You are an Auror for Merlin’s sake, Potter! You simply cannot wear those ratty things to receive an Order of Merlin!” Draco snapped, exasperated, as they stepped into the floo.

The fire roared green around them, as Harry declared the destination, and within seconds they were standing in the foyer of Grimmauld place.

“These trainers have been through a lot with me in the past five years. They have sentimental value, I can’t just get rid of them.” Harry said, as he dropped his shopping bags onto an arm chair.

“You can’t wear them with a Maritza de la Roja dress robe. It’s practically illegal, and I don’t fancy having to arrest a superior officer,’ Draco sighed, white blonde hair falling into his eyes. ‘I mean, can you imagine the paperwork?’

“No one is going to see what shoes I’m wearing underneath anyway,” Harry contended, trying not swoon as Draco pushed the hair back from his eyes. He looked like a model, suave and confidant, always looking effortlessly flawless.

“Of course they will! Unless you plan on standing still the entire time? You keep all of these sentimental mementos, and It doesn’t make any sense.” Draco said, taking a step closer, invading Harry’s personal space. “All of the memories attached to this muck is up here, you don’t need objects to remind you of you past,” he said, fingers brushing against Harry’s forehead

Harry stepped forward suddenly and pressed his lips to Draco’s. Draco’s lips were soft and tasted of cherry chap stick, and a hint of cigarettes. To Harry’s surprise Draco’s arms wrapped around his waist, hooking through the belt loops on Harry’s jeans, pulling their bodies flush together. Harry’s body relaxed, calmed by the steady thump-thump-thump of Draco’s heart pulsing against his chest. Harry snaked an arm around Draco’s waist, fingers sliding just beneath his soft, cobalt blue jumper, brushing warm, smooth skin. His other hand clutching to the fabric stretched across Draco’s broad shoulders.

Harry’s mind went blank, and fuzzy as though he were drunk. All he could focus on was warm, safe, right. It wasn’t bubbling excitement like fireworks, like it had been with Ginny. This was different, better even. It was lazy, rainy Sunday’s, with flannel Pajamas and flapjacks, like Weasley jumpers and hot coffee during a snowstorm. It was comfort and belonging, and Harry felt like he could very gladly drown in the haze, in Draco, willing.

Draco pulled away first, eyes softer than Harry could ever remember seeing, and lips deliciously swollen.

“Potter,” Draco gasped, just above a whisper. There was no malice in his voice, it sounded like a promise. Harry’s heart skipped a beat, as Draco’s hands slipped lower, his thumb sliding just beneath the waistband of Harry’s pants.

“Draco,” Harry grinned, leaning into Draco for another kiss.

As their lips collided Harry could feel the smile spread across Draco mouth. Harry took that as an invitation and ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip. Harry’s glasses shifted crooked and pressed painfully into the bridge of his nose as his tongue slid against Draco’s. Harry groaned into the kiss, why had they never don’t this before? His job, and fame, all of his stress and doubt melted away, as hands roamed of their own free will, exploring heated skin.

Harry broke the kiss, gasping, breathless. Draco’s chest heaved as he stared, eyes blown wide.

“Go out with me.” Harry panted, pressing his forehead to Draco’s.

“Potter, I don-“

“Go out with me, on a proper date. Anywhere you want, name the place and we’ll go,” Harry said, pressing soft kisses along Draco’s jaw. “You have to feel it too Draco. I know you do.”

“Alright. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Under no circumstances can you wear those horrid trainers on our date,” Draco said, regaining his composure and raising a challenging eyebrow.

Harry stepped back from Draco, kicked off his trainers and cast Incendio at them with an effortless flick of his wand.

“Done,” he smirked, reaching for Draco, crashing their lips together again in bliss.

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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, then can you do Wolfstar? About 5th year, alone in the dorm room. When Remus finds out about the scars Sirius’ mother gives him. He only finds out because Sirius was trying to comfort him. Remus’ POV

Yes!!!!!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Prompt completed!

Pairing: Wolfstar

Author: @yerawzrdarry

Edits by: @canyoudancelikeahufflepuff

Word Count: ~1000

“Moony? Moons? Remus? Are you’re alright?” Sirius asked, gently shaking Remus.

“Piss off, Padfoot," Remus muttered pulling the blanket closer and burying his face in the pillow. He just wanted to be left alone. The full moon two nights earlier had been the worst Remus remembered. He spent a day and a half in the Hospital Wing. Despite her very best efforts Madam Pomfrey hadn’t been able to prevent the horrible scarring across Remus's face. He looked like the monster he truly was.

“I’m not going anywhere. You haven’t said a word to anyone since you got back. What happened?” Sirius demanded, hand resting on Remus's back, on top of the covers.

“I’m a fucking monster. Just leave me alone,” Remus snapped, utterly determined to lie there wallowing in his own misery.

“No you are not. You fold your socks for Merlin’s sake, Mooney!” Sirius laughed. Remus felt the bed dip, as Sirius stretched out beside him.

“Yes, I am! just look at me. I’m a hideous monster,” Remus bellowed, whipping around to confront Sirius. “Even Pomfrey can’t fix it,” He said, staring challengingly at Sirius.

“They’re just scars Moony. All that they prove is that you went through something awful and survived. It doesn’t make you a monster,” Sirius said, his warm cupping Remus’s cheek, thumb stroking along raised red lines. “It makes you strong.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you might as well be part Veela.” Remus huffed, hating himself a little more for how much he was enjoying the warmth of Sirius's hand.

“According to you, I’m a hideous monster too.” Sirius said, his breath hot and sweat.

“I don’t understand?”

Sirius sat up abruptly and began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt.

Remus wanted to protest but was too preoccupied watching Sirius's nimble fingers undo his buttons and slide his shirt off.

“I’ve got scars too Moony. By your logic – which is flawed, just by the by – I’m a monster too.”

“That’s not what I – Padfoot where did these come from?” Remus asked, leaning closer to trace the shiny raised lines running vertically down Sirius's back, with his fingers. He hadn’t seen these before, though he had to admit he wasn’t looking for them.

“Why, Mother dearest, of course,’ Sirius said haughtily, Remus could swear he was almost laughing. “Couple of them were for having the audacity to be sorted into Gryffindor, the rest were for... Oh, what was it she called me?” he scratched at the end of his nose while he feigned forgetfulness, “Ah, yes, a ‘filthy, Muggle-loving queer.’ ”

Sirius did then laugh, Remus however did not. He could think of nothing to say, and was quite sure that even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to get the words out. Of course, he had always known that Walburga Black was a nasty piece of work, but he never suspected that she had been cruel enough to abuse her eldest child, and heir.

“I had no idea. I’m -"

“It’s in the past. These scars don’t define me, and neither do yours. You are beautiful Remus, inside and out. It’s going to take a lot more than some scars to keep me away from you. Besides, they lend you a certain rugged handsomeness.”

“I wouldn’t go as far as to-"

“Oh, would you just shut up and kiss me already you idiot,” Sirius grinned, threading his fingers into Remus’s tawny hair and pressing their lips together.

It wasn’t the first time that Sirius had kissed him, but it felt different somehow. Perhaps because it was the first time they were both sober, or maybe because they were both so vulnerable just now. Or it was the way the candle light danced across Sirius's tanned skin, glistening like ice crystals along the smattering of scars across his back.

Remus didn’t protest when Sirius crawled onto his lap, hands slipping beneath Remus's shirt. He kissed back with vigor, too wrapped up in the other boy to think anything beyond finally, warm, mine. He hadn’t noticed Sirius unbuttoning his shirt until he broke the kiss, sitting back on Remus's thighs, watching with darkened eyes as Remus chest heaved.

“You are perfect, Moony.” Sirius whispered before leaning forward to pepper light kisses across Remus's chest, one for every scar. Remus's hands roamed Sirius's back, tracing over the raised bumps, mapping every line.

“Fuck," Remus gasped, as Sirius’s tongue traced a scar running jagged across Remus's collar bone.

“Who would have thought that our Perfect Prefect Lupin would be such a swearwolf,” Sirius tutted against Remus's neck, his long hair tickling a sensitives spot just below his ear. “I wonder what else that filthy mouth can do.”

Remus groaned, but before he could say anything another voice chimed In.

“I definitely don’t wonder! Fuck lads, warn a bloke next time!” James chided.

“Can’t you go stalk Lily or something?” Remus asked.

“Love to mate, but Minnie’s got all of the ghosts on patrol for me tonight. Course, Peeves found out ‘nd tipped me off. Absolute legend. Anyway, you’ll have to fuck your boyfriend some other time.” He said plopping onto his bed and turning the wireless up.

Remus could feel the blush creep across his face. Boyfriend. They hadn’t discussed it.

“If you don’t get out of this room right now, I swear to Merlin, the ghosts will be the least of your problems!” Sirius growled, sending a well-aimed stinging hex at James.

“Ouch, fuck! Guess I’ll go find Pete then,” James grumbled, crossing the dorm. “See you later, horndogs.”

With a crass chuckle at his own pun and a slam of the door, James was finally out of the picture and Sirius turned his attention back to Remus.

“Now, where were we?”

Remus didn’t hesitate when he crashed his and Sirius's lips together.

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, then can you do Wolfstar? About 5th year, alone in the dorm room. When Remus finds out about the scars Sirius’ mother gives him. He only finds out because Sirius was trying to comfort him. Remus’ POV

Yes!!!!!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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face it Harry, it’s not easy to impress your quidditch fanatic son when his own mother was a professional player

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Sorry for the delay!

We've recently lost our grandmother, and things have been crazy. Yerawzrdarry has the first hinny mostly done and it's currently in beta. I also started the wolfstar one, needs a little more, but I'm hopefully to have it out soon. I've recently started taking ativan which keeps me calm, but gives me a dangerous case of the Gryffindor fuckits. Soo i apologize for the delay. We ha e at least 2 more requests just sitting in the in box that I'm itching to get at as well. Hopefully we'll have something to post over the weekend.

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Percy/Oliver Percy's house, 3-4 years after 19Y later. Albus comes to Percy and Oliver for advice on figuring out his sexuality and coming out, with hints of Scorbus. 3rd person pov.

Claimed by @slytherinquisitor to the utter devastation of @yerawzrdarry

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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, then can you do Wolfstar? About 5th year, alone in the dorm room. When Remus finds out about the scars Sirius’ mother gives him. He only finds out because Sirius was trying to comfort him. Remus’ POV

Yes!!!!!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Best description ever for this fic (and the draco/harry dynamic in general) 😂😂😂

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“I’ve had these trainers since fifth-year, I can’t get rid of them!“ Harry scoffed for the tenth time that day. He was already beginning to regret asking Draco to help him find something to wear to the Ministry Gala.

“They have actual Spellotape holding the sole together! You are an Auror for Merlin’s sake, Potter! You simply cannot wear those ratty things to receive an Order of Merlin!” Draco snapped, exasperated, as they stepped into the floo.

The fire roared green around them, as Harry declared the destination, and within seconds they were standing in the foyer of Grimmauld place.

“These trainers have been through a lot with me in the past five years. They have sentimental value, I can’t just get rid of them.” Harry said, as he dropped his shopping bags onto an arm chair.

“You can’t wear them with a Maritza de la Roja dress robe. It’s practically illegal, and I don’t fancy having to arrest a superior officer,’ Draco sighed, white blonde hair falling into his eyes. ‘I mean, can you imagine the paperwork?’

“No one is going to see what shoes I’m wearing underneath anyway,” Harry contended, trying not swoon as Draco pushed the hair back from his eyes. He looked like a model, suave and confidant, always looking effortlessly flawless.

“Of course they will! Unless you plan on standing still the entire time? You keep all of these sentimental mementos, and It doesn’t make any sense.” Draco said, taking a step closer, invading Harry’s personal space. “All of the memories attached to this muck is up here, you don’t need objects to remind you of you past,” he said, fingers brushing against Harry’s forehead

Harry stepped forward suddenly and pressed his lips to Draco’s. Draco’s lips were soft and tasted of cherry chap stick, and a hint of cigarettes. To Harry’s surprise Draco’s arms wrapped around his waist, hooking through the belt loops on Harry’s jeans, pulling their bodies flush together. Harry’s body relaxed, calmed by the steady thump-thump-thump of Draco’s heart pulsing against his chest. Harry snaked an arm around Draco’s waist, fingers sliding just beneath his soft, cobalt blue jumper, brushing warm, smooth skin. His other hand clutching to the fabric stretched across Draco’s broad shoulders.

Harry’s mind went blank, and fuzzy as though he were drunk. All he could focus on was warm, safe, right. It wasn’t bubbling excitement like fireworks, like it had been with Ginny. This was different, better even. It was lazy, rainy Sunday’s, with flannel Pajamas and flapjacks, like Weasley jumpers and hot coffee during a snowstorm. It was comfort and belonging, and Harry felt like he could very gladly drown in the haze, in Draco, willing.

Draco pulled away first, eyes softer than Harry could ever remember seeing, and lips deliciously swollen.

“Potter,” Draco gasped, just above a whisper. There was no malice in his voice, it sounded like a promise. Harry’s heart skipped a beat, as Draco’s hands slipped lower, his thumb sliding just beneath the waistband of Harry’s pants.

“Draco,” Harry grinned, leaning into Draco for another kiss.

As their lips collided Harry could feel the smile spread across Draco mouth. Harry took that as an invitation and ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip. Harry’s glasses shifted crooked and pressed painfully into the bridge of his nose as his tongue slid against Draco’s. Harry groaned into the kiss, why had they never don’t this before? His job, and fame, all of his stress and doubt melted away, as hands roamed of their own free will, exploring heated skin.

Harry broke the kiss, gasping, breathless. Draco’s chest heaved as he stared, eyes blown wide.

“Go out with me.” Harry panted, pressing his forehead to Draco’s.

“Potter, I don-“

“Go out with me, on a proper date. Anywhere you want, name the place and we’ll go,” Harry said, pressing soft kisses along Draco’s jaw. “You have to feel it too Draco. I know you do.”

“Alright. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Under no circumstances can you wear those horrid trainers on our date,” Draco said, regaining his composure and raising a challenging eyebrow.

Harry stepped back from Draco, kicked off his trainers and cast Incendio at them with an effortless flick of his wand.

“Done,” he smirked, reaching for Draco, crashing their lips together again in bliss.

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hinny, a few years after the war, shared apartment (engaged maybe) , auror!harry and harpy!ginny, fluffy morning with lots of hugs and kisses and harry’s glad he’s alive and just general fluffiness, harry’s pov

Request accepted by @slytherinquisitor

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hinny, hogsmead after the war (harry in auror training or taking a year off/ ginny in her 7th year), just fluffy “i missed you” and “i wanna marry you one day” kind of stuff.

Request accepted by @yerawzrdarry

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Accepting requests!

Hey everybody, I'll be accepting requests again!

GUIDELINES:

-smut makes me uncomfortable. I have no talent for writing it.

- no snape/anyone

- no lucius/narcissa I just.. can't. I don't like them.

- No reader/character. again, I have no talent for this.

- no incest!! You are entitled to your kinks, but I won't write it.

- no underage teacher/student. See above reason.

My otps/ships are drarry, wolfstar, dramione, hinny, oliver/percy, deamus, lavender/parvati, jilly, scorbus. This does not mean I won't write other ships, these are just the ships in passionate about.

Please send requests in the following format: pairing, setting (where/and when), brief description, pov

Example: Ron/Hermione, Hogsmead not long after the war, Ron asks Hermione to marry him, it's an elaborate thing, Harry is helping him, it goes awry, but Hermione says yes. Involves a niffer and liquid luck. Ron's pov.

Friendly reminder, these are one shots. Word count will be under 2k 99% of the time.