#always-hp-fanfic

[color-ns]

Just got jump-scared on a Harry Potter fanfic holy shit

[adrianecarday]

[lupinmoonlight]

Baby i really need professor lupin to fuck me till I cry 🫶🏻😴

Feral

Masterlist AO3

Summary - With the full moon approaching, Professor Lupin feels more on edge and he takes it out on you by bending you over his desk under the pretense of a "detention". (684 words)

Warnings - teacher/student, age gap, dub con, biting, bruising, no foreplay, rough sex, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.

Notes - Anon, so sorry for filling your request so late. I read your message earlier last month, closed it, and forgot about it!! I went back to my inbox a few days ago and saw it and I was mortified. I hope you enjoy this smut almost without plot.

Professor Lupin had always been a man who valued self-control, but the impending full moon stripped layers off that restraint, making his need for you sharper, urgent, feral. You hesitated for a moment outside his office. The stern "Detention" written in his meticulous hand on the slip of paper felt like anything but a punishment.

Pushing open the door, you barely had time to process anything before you were firmly grasped and bent over his cluttered desk, your face pressed into the cool wooden surface.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he growled, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling it roughly to tilt your head back. You felt the weight of his behind you, the solid press of his arousal evident against your backside.

You whimpered, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as he impatiently hiked up your skirt. He didn't bother with the niceties of undressing you completely, just shifting your panties aside to grant him access. The sound of a zipper being undone echoed in the room, followed by his harsh intake of breath as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The moment he pushed inside, your world narrowed down to the feeling of being stretched, filled completely by him. You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He was buried to the hilt, every inch of him nestled deep within you. Without warning, he began to move, his thrusts sharp, forceful, making the old desk groan and creak in protest.

Your soft whimpers echoed in the room, your body trying to adjust to his relentless pace. Suddenly, he stilled, pulling your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze in the reflection of the moonlit window. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern at the sight of your tear-streaked cheeks.

You nodded frantically, swallowing hard, "More…"

A smirk played on his lips, "Say it properly."

"Please, Professor…more," you begged, the words leaving you breathlessly.

His response was a deep growl, "That's a good girl." His movements resumed, the sound of skin meeting skin resonating in the office. "Take it," he commanded, thrusting into you with such force you felt you might break. He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck before sinking in, marking you as his. The mix of pain and pleasure had you reeling, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the intensity.

"I'm going to come," he whispered harshly in your ear, his rhythm growing erratic, "and you're going to take every drop."

With a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, emptying himself completely. His grip on your hips was bruising, and the warm feeling of his seed spilling inside you had you clench around him, your own climax rushing forth.

Gradually, his movements stilled, though he remained inside you for a moment longer, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He gently pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back.

After a while, he carefully pulled out, his movements tender and slow, not wanting to hurt you, and you felt the telltale warmth of his release trickling out, pooling on the floor beneath you.

He turned you to face him, brushing a gentle kiss across your lips, then pressing a softer one to your tear-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered, a genuine note of remorse in his voice. "I shouldn't have been so rough…I just can't seem to control myself around you when…" he trailed off.

You shook your head, a slow smile gracing your lips. "I liked it, Professor," you whispered, a hint of mischief in your eyes. You knew he loved when you called him that in this setting, and you always took advantage of it.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "What are you doing to me…" he said with a sigh, pulling you in for another kiss.

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / busy / 282 words / euge's february microfics

Regulus found himself staring at his screen, the soft glow illuminating the dimly lit hotel room. They kept missing each other, this time the last call was from Regulus. A heavy weight settled in his chest as he acknowledged that they still had six more months of this separation looming ahead. With a heavy sigh, he rested his head on his knees, letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks.

Regulus slowly makes his way to his desk, and with a deep breath, he begins to type, his fingers moving almost of their own accord as he composes his resignation letter. Despite the gravity of his actions, there's a sense of lightness, a quiet contentment at the thought of being reunited with James.

With a sigh of relief he leaves the desk to start getting ready for bed. Suddenly, the familiar sound of his phone ringing fills the room, the ringtone chosen by James himself. Without hesitation, Regulus rushes towards the phone, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“James? Baby, I’m so happy you called. I’m sorry I’ve been busy but-”

“Love, stop talking and open your door.” Regulus' freezes at the sound of James. He carefully walks towards the entrance, still gripping his phone. He hesitantly starts turning the knob, the anticipation filling him.

And there he was, his sun incarnate, James Potter. Without a word James drops his bags and lifts him effortlessly off the ground. Their mouths clash as if they were tides separated by oceans meeting for the first time. 

Regulus found solace in the curve of James' neck, resting his head against it as if it were the most natural place in the world, “You came.”

“You called.”

[moontearpensfic]

Anytime, Anywhere, Always Snippet

AU I've outlined and am slowly working on. Tom and Harry are both Gryffindors, and Harry is a year older than Tom. This follows Tom through his last couple of years of school while Harry slowly corrupts him, and Tom in turn corrupts Harry. It's like a dark slice of life fic. 😌💕

"Well, if I may… Wondering about it is hardly going to aid your case when you can do something about it," Tom says. His tone is dryer than the ink on Potter's notes. "In fact, in the future, it might make those you enlist to help you far more willing to do so." "Awh, thanks, Tom, you're so sweet," Potter cooes. "Oh, if only it was as simple as doing something about it!" "That tone is hardly necessary—" "Tom, wait—sit back down!" Tom does so reluctantly, his eyes narrowed. Potter's hand stays tucked over his forearm to keep him in place—retracts itself only when Tom shifts his glare so that it may bear his irritation instead. The older boy grins unrepentantly at him. Potter is well-toned with muscle from his days of Quidditch, particularly in his thighs and biceps. The long slope of his back and the broad spread of his shoulders often distract Tom from any task he's focused on. What so often irritates Tom, however, is that Potter is once more taller than him, and having to look up several centimeters to gaze directly into Potter's eyes more than cools any ardor his fit body stirs. "Are you willing to study now?" Tom asks. "Because I can go. I have much better things to do than help you not get kicked off the Quidditch team." "I am," Potter says. "And I won't get kicked off the Quidditch team if I fail this paper in Charms, but thanks for your concern. Really, I'm touched." "I detest you," Tom says, truthfully. But Potter's grin only widens.

[nightingale2004]

I wonder how many people thought of Orion Black and Eileen Prince in their Hogwarts years were originally betrothed to each other by their parents, and Orion was genuinely in love with her and showered her with gifts and such but Eileen wanted freedom and got with Tobias and was pregnant with Severus and ran away from her marriage with Orion.

Orion was heartbroken, and his betrothal switched to Walburga, and he still performed his duties as the new head of house black, but he was still in love with Eileen.

Just think about this for 2 seconds

(I know it's not real. It's just a thought)

[staytotheend]

Am I going into a Drarry phase again?

Maybe…

Almost certainly🤪🤪

[incorrectrigel]

Pansy: Always be kind Hermione: Always be informed Draco: Always be the best Leo: Always know you’re enough Rigel: And always have the ingredients to make a battle potion at any point in time

[oflights]

i'm editing parts of star splitter that deal with narcissa and harry in the forest and taking the logic apart as per usual. like what was her plan if harry was like "idk" or "nope he's dead" ??? would she have followup questions? "did you kill him or did we?" was she ready to throw in with voldemort again if draco died in battle? why would she assume harry would know, too, like he didn't have better things to do than look after draco??

i guess the point was that it all would've been game over for narcissa anyway if draco was dead, that there would be no point in helping harry/the magical world against voldemort if she had no one to fight for. and it is silly to deconstruct moments like that with "well what if x had never happened, very convenient that plot points follow each other" asjlksdkjjsl

but i'm also dying imagining harry just like, lying lmao. "yeah he's fine" when he is not fine, he is having a very bad day indeed

[number1abbasupporter]

just started writing the marauders again for the first time in a while and god i missed my pookies

[rypnami]

WIP tag

thank you very much for the tag @imtheslayeraskmehow97 ! (i had no idea you had tumblr?? i might be dumb)

i’m not actually working on a lot rn but you know that damn ginger is always inside my head acting up so i do have some things PLANNED | (my ao3)

1. List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

2. An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

3. Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

4. Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles:

((i am bad at these))

1. Leander and Lily - probably going to change this title later because it’s stupid as hell. short little thing about leander + his struggles with self esteem and his older sister lily helping him realise he’s worth more than he thinks.

2. Untitled Prewlow Fic - after i did that sims wedding i am once again being attacked in my head by these boys. yes it will involve ollie because ugh do i love that child. it will be wholesome but with a small side of angst ;)

3. Starlight - i was chatting about this a while ago, but i am planning a fluff oneshot of andrew and amit becoming close during astronomy class. just think lots of cuddling for warmth and discussion about the beauty of stars (among other things 👀)

4. Potions Tutor - this started as a oneshot garrinis fic but i recently went back to read it again and i’m planning on doing a part 2 now!

Scenes:

1. in my first w.i.p. i just wrote the scene that i’ve been the most hung up on. it’s the summer between 5th and 6th year, when leander gets his o.w.l results. he didn’t do as well as he’d hoped and is worried his parents are disappointed in him, so he seeks out his sister for advice.

2. a lot of the angst i was talking about comes from ollie. a good scene example is when he is in DADA class, and when he faces the class’ boggart it changes into a dementor. it’s surprising because his boggart used to be an acromantula. he realises it has changed because now his greatest fear is sebastian being taken to azkaban and the dementor is a manifestation of that.

3. this one is really really not worked on, i have maybe a paragraph, but i have an idea for a scene where andrew is incredibly shy about asking amit to share his blanket during astronomy class, but he’s also very cold. in the end it gets way too cold and in the end they cuddle under the blanket and share a telescope 🥺

4. ominis passes his potions exam after several months of studying (and more) with garreth. they decide to celebrate by going for drinks at the three broomsticks. it’ll go fine. probably. maybe. char stop making everything angsty for 2 seconds challenge FAILED

tagging! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged: @girl-named-matty @plxnetn1ne @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog @weirdraccoon @blueraineshadows

thank you again for the tag! i had so much fun with this, i love talking about what i’m currently working on! ♡

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 29

Today’s song is Forever and Always from fearless, pov Remus. I think of this song as happening during the war when Sirius begin to suspect Remus is a spy.

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye And we caught onto something I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me

Remus thinks back to the night that Sirius fist told him he liked him. He knew that they had something special then, but now he’s left holding on to this perfect shred of the past.

Were you just kidding? 'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down We almost never speak I don't feel welcome anymore Baby what happened? Please tell me

'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door

Remus doesn’t know what happened, he didn’t see it, but somehow Sirius stopped trusting him. Remus desperately misses how things used to be, it he doesn’t know what went wrong. They had it all and now Remus doesn’t even know if he has Sirius.

Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

Remus wonders if he finally pushed Sirius to far. If he was finally to real for Sirius’s fantasies. Remus thought he knew that Sirius would never leave him but now he feels like he has no idea who Sirius is.

So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

Everything they built together is dying and Remus can’t stop it, it’s killing him but he can’t do anything. He doesn’t know where they are heading anymore.

'Cause it rains in your bedroom Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone 'Cause I was there when you said, "Forever and always"

All Remus knows is that everting is different and wrong. He misses Sirius when they’re in the same room, because he remembers how they used to be. He remembers when they said forever and always.

[papermacherainbow]

Always Towards Better Things Chapter Twenty-Nine

“I don’t think I’m cut out for a normal life anymore,” Hermione jokes. “Can you imagine how little we’d have to talk about?” Harry laughs. “It is shocking how many things ordinary people can talk about and none of it means anything. I mean, do you know how many dinner conversations I had to listen to Uncle Vernon talk about drills?” “Seriously?” Hermione giggles. “That sounds dreadful,” Ron frowns. “What’s a drill?”

You can read Chapter Twenty-Eight [here] or from the beginning on AO3 [here]

[multi-writer]

Ravenclaw x Gryffindor

Gryffindor waking up early to see the blue hour because it reminds them of Ravenclaw

And Ravenclaw going out to see the golden hour because it reminds them of Gryffindor

[moontearpensfic]

Anytime, Anywhere, Always

E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Tags: Role Reversal, Dark Harry Potter, Tom Riddle POV, Gryffindor Tom Riddle, Timeline Mashup, dark slice of life romance, Harry Potter Corrupts Tom Riddle, Flirting, Fluff, it's fucked up but they're really cute

Wordcount: 13,171

[7: Autumn]

"I—I like you. For some reason. I dunno. It sounds… I know how it sounds. But—I do. I like you, Tom. And I was hoping you'd let me come see you over the summer, or—y'know, write to you."

During Quidditch practices that take place after dinner, Tom sits in the stands and studies, his wand tip lit with Lumos, his chin tucked into his Gryffindor scarf. He's mostly able to tune everyone out. Occasionally, Harry will fly past to say hello and wave in that charming way of his, and lean forward to kiss Tom before he jets off again, a blur on his Firebolt.

[cursedwithwords]

James: Ted how does your family know who I am? Like they know my name, my nickname, they know I have tons of freckles, they know I live in Kidderminster. What's that about?

Teddy, redirecting like his life's on the line: