#and his trophy husband harry potter

[delulustoryteller]

TROPHY HUSBAND HARRY POTTER EVERYONE 👏

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Had an idea for a fame/modern Marauders au

Sirius Black is an artist, like he paints, and sculpts, he also models sometimes. James Potter is a professional football player. Peter Pettigrew is a screen writer. Remus Lupin is a trophy husband/comedian. Mary Macdonalds is a fashion designer. Dorcas Meadows is a runway model. Marlene McKinnon is a bassist and tattoo artist. Lily Evans is an theater actress, like Broadway acting. Evan Rosier is just a nepo baby. So is Pandora Rosier if I'm being honest but she models sometimes. Barty Crouch Jr is a singer. Regulus Black is a model/works for his parents although hes trying to get away from them. Amelia Bones is a fashion designer for movies. Emmeline Vance is a model.

And I want Sybill Trelawney to be in it too but I don't know what to make her job.

I kinda wanna make her be a psychic, like one in Vegas but idk 😭😭

There'll obviously be Wolfstar and Jegulus, and past Jily bc baby Harry, and marylily or maybe marylilydora (don't know if that's their ship name 😭😭 I forget), and possibly past Bartylus, and Rosekiller, and Peter x Sybill (still don't know their ship name 😭😭), and Amelia x Emmeline (don't know their ship name either 😭)

I wanna write this but idk if I will 😭 I'll probably do what I always do and write like one chapter and then not know where to go with it and it'll stay a wip

[jingabitch]

Collared - Harry Potter

SUMMARY: The war ends with a complete victory by Voldemort. Hermione is captured as a prisoner of war, and gifted to the Black sisters who were on the right side.

PAIRING: Narcissa x Hermione; Bellatrix x Hermione

GENRE: dark erotica

WARNINGS: dubcon; mind control; D/s dynamics; gratuitous use of the term mudblood; rimming; whipping

WORD COUNT: 7.4k

A/N: This is not a nice fic, please heed the tags. The Black sisters do not suddenly grow tender feelings towards Hermione, and to the extent that she consents, it's due to magical mind control.

I see this more as a verse where more exploration can be done, rather than a fixed narrative. I'll update as and when, but each part can stand alone. Kinks explored in every chapter will be listed in the chapter notes.

This is cross-posted on ao3 under the same pen name.

Hermione knelt on the cold marble floor of the drawing room in Malfoy Manor, her eyes blank and glazed over, a dead giveaway that she was under the Imperius curse. She was fully naked, her hair a mess of riotous curls that spilled over her shoulders and down her back, her arms hanging limply by her sides.

Voldemort stood next to her, his hand resting lightly on her head. He wasn’t hurting her, just… demonstrating his ownership, Hermione thought to herself in the small corner of her mind where her consciousness was tucked. She wasn’t able to control her body and actions, but enough of her remained that she could follow what was happening.

High-ranking Death Eaters were crowded into the drawing room, surrounding Voldemort and Hermione. If she were still in control, she would have shivered, drawing in on herself. But she wasn’t.

“It has been a trying year,” Voldemort crooned in that unsettling, high-pitched voice. “Yet all of you are still here, my friends. Triumphant.”

He paused, and the room filled with dutiful applause.

“All of you will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts, of course. I am a generous master.” The tension in the room could cut a knife, everyone in attendance straining to hear every word, on edge waiting for the next announcement.

“The spoils of war will be distributed, not to worry,” Voldemort continued, waving his wand hand - the hand that wasn’t currently on Hermione’s head - carelessly. “But for the fairest of trophies, Potter’s mudblood whore…” His hand tightened in her hair. Pain, flaring through the nerves in her scalp.

Hermione remained utterly still, no trace of the discomfort she felt anywhere in her body language. The Imperius curse wouldn’t allow it.

“Narcissa!” Voldemort called. She was standing near the back of the crowd, but as he said her name, the Death Eaters obscuring her from vision stepped aside and looked at her.

“Ah, sweet Narcissa. Our gracious hostess,” he purred. “You have sacrificed much to the cause.” Including her husband, who had survived the war, but was clearly not the same. Not her Lucius anymore. A shadow moved across the clear cerulean of Narcissa’s eyes, before her neutral expression returned.

“Perhaps this will provide some comfort for you.” Voldemort’s hand in Hermione’s hair loosened, and he patted her on the head. “Use her as you please, but do share her with your sister.”

Bellatrix. If it were possible, Hermione retreated even further into the tiny corner of her mind that she currently inhabited. No, God, no…

She could still hear the sound of Bellatrix’s laughter ringing in her ears, the awful, hot feeling of her body on top of her as she Crucio’d her relentlessly, writhing against the cold marble floor - this floor - and trying hopelessly to buck her off.

Even as terror rose inside her, Hermione tilted her head to observe the Black sisters, holding hands as they stepped forward into the circle. Under Voldemort’s control, her face rearranged itself into a sultry little smile, directed at her two new mistresses.

“Lovely,” Bellatrix said in a lilting tone, grinning at Hermione in a way that had Narcissa tightening her grip on her older sister’s hand. It wouldn’t do to have her sister breaking their new pet too early, after all. With Lucius gone, she needed someone to warm her bed.

“My Lord, we humbly thank you for this gift,” Narcissa said, bowing her head slightly in deference. She tugged gently on Bellatrix’s hand until her sister followed suit. Bellatrix, despite her slavish devotion to Voldemort, seemed to have forgotten the basic manners that the Black sisters had been taught as girls long ago.

“I trust you will ensure she behaves appropriately,” Voldemort said as he lifted his Imperius curse, handing her over to the sisters.

“Of course, my Lord. We have just the thing.” Bellatrix actually winked at Voldemort, the demented bitch, Hermione thought a little hysterically.

Before she could do so much as take a breath by herself, Narcissa had placed a silencing charm on Hermione. It didn’t stop her from screaming, hurling abuses at the pair, at Voldemort, and everyone in the room, but thankfully, no one had to be bothered by the silly outburst.

With a nod, Voldemort dismissed them, and the sisters left the room with Hermione levitating behind them, still under the silencing charm. As she felt herself floating, the stream of empty threats and curses changed to a small scream, and then hysterical begging. God, she hated flying, and this was somehow even worse.

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The item that Narcissa was holding in her hands was a Black family heirloom, fished out of the depths of the Gringotts vault for this very purpose. It looked like a plain leather strap, but fairly hummed with powerful magic as she brought it closer to Hermione.

She’d been released from her Imperius curse but was still in a full body bind - Bellatrix’s idea, as the older woman had been keen to see the terror in her eyes, fully aware of what was going to happen to her.

“Dirty little mudblood,” Bellatrix cooed. “We’re giving you the most precious gift you’ve ever gotten.”

Narcissa smirked as she walked up to Hermione, standing next to her sister, and didn’t make any move to disagree. “A Black family heirloom,” she explained, dangling the strap in front of Hermione. “Really, we’re sullying it by putting it around your filthy neck.”

Anger at the insult flashed across Hermione’s eyes, but she wasn’t able to say anything in protest. In truth, she was slightly intimidated by the magic that emanated from the piece of leather, so powerful it seemed almost sentient. Having it so close to her made her recall those terrible months of spending hours on end with the Horcrux around her neck.

“In days long past, before house elves,” Narcissa took on an almost scholarly tone, sounding for all the world like she was a professor delivering a History of Magic lecture at Hogwarts, “it was common for lowly-born wizards and muggles to take on jobs as servants to wealthy, Pureblood families. The Black family prized ourselves on having the best, most loyal servants.”

Of course they did, Hermione thought almost hysterically. Only the best for the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and that extended to magically bound servants. She was sure now that the collar contained black magic, intended to turn its wearer into a mindless supplicant. Don’t put that on me, she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t.

“I’m sure you’ll be interested to know how it works,” Narcissa continued, as if she were totally unaware of Hermione’s inner turmoil.

“You little swot,” Bellatrix interjected, smiling cruelly, as she took one end of the strap. Narcissa continued to hold the other. “What an opportunity this is, for you to experience firsthand what real magic, from those with pure blood, can do.”

Narcissa picked up immediately where her sister had left off, continuing her explanation. “You see, the Imperius curse is almost impossible to hold long-term, and it requires the caster to consciously nudge the person the spell is cast on to do everything. Not ideal for a servant. This collar binds the wearer to the will of the person who put it there, making them totally in tune to their master’s needs, and unable to control the urge to meet every. Need.”

For the first time in her life, Hermione wished she didn’t know something. Feeling her mind, her individuality, seep out of her soul while she was fully aware of what was happening, but utterly helpless to stop it… the alternative, she was sure, was better.

The sisters smirked, totally in sync as they reached around Hermione, wrapping the collar around her neck. The moment the ends of the leather strap touched behind the back of her neck, they fused together, and the leather got hot. Hermione would have cried out or struggled if she could have, feeling like the collar was branding the delicate skin. She was going to blister, there would be scars forever, she thought desperately, as she gritted her teeth against the pain.

And then, just as abruptly as it began, it ended, and the sisters stepped back. Instead of a plain black strap of leather, an intricately braided collar now adorned Hermione’s neck, with a pendant of the Black family crest engraved on one side, and an N and a B on the back. The pendant was comfortable against her skin, the same temperature as her body, but she could almost feel it vibrate as the spell worked to bind her to the witches who’d put the collar on her.

Already, she could feel her sense of self slipping away, as Bellatrix waved her hand in her direction, releasing the body bind spell. Even though there was nothing physically preventing her from moving anymore, she found herself totally uninterested in getting up, or even shifting to alleviate the pressure on her knees and let the blood rush back to her toes, which were completely numb by now.

Instead, as she blinked up at them, she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as arousal curled, warm and tight, in her lower belly.

“Good night, Bellatrix, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Narcissa breathed, never once taking her eyes off Hermione.

“What? I wanted her first. I’m older,” Bellatrix whined.

“Need I remind you why the Dark Lord thought I was in need of a new companion, Bella?”

Sulking, Bellatrix exited the room, slamming it with a wordless flick of her wand to demonstrate her displeasure. Hermione flinched at the loud noise that echoed throughout the room, before returning her gaze to Narcissa.

They were alone. Seeing the heat in Narcissa’s cerulean eyes, Hermione swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, understanding in a flash that the desire she felt coiling in her body was merely mirroring what her new mistress felt. What she wanted from her.

She wished she could say no, scream in horror and beg for mercy. But the collar was working its magic, and she found herself wanting to please Narcissa just as much as Narcissa wanted to be pleased.

“Come here,” Narcissa instructed, her voice calm and cool, and Hermione hated how affected she was. Instinctively, she shuffled over, still on her knees, not bothering to question why she didn’t get up. Of course Narcissa wanted her on her knees.

“You’re filth,” Narcissa informed her, so matter-of-factly it was like she were telling her what the weather was like right now. “Do you think you deserve to touch me?”

“No, mistress,” Hermione forced out, hanging her head in shame. It was true, she knew, what her mistress was saying. How could she, low-born with dirty blood, ever think herself worthy?

With her wand tip under Hermione’s chin, Narcissa forced her new pet to look up at her. “I’ll give you a chance to earn it,” she purred. Hope and joy sparked incandescently in Hermione, and she strained towards Narcissa almost imperceptibly.

“Yes, I will, I’ll do anything,” the words spilled from Hermione’s mouth.

“We’ll see about that.” The cruel tilt to Narcissa’s lips made Hermione’s pussy clench in on itself, slick already starting to seep out. Was that the magic collar, or was that her? The difference was already blurring.

With her empty hand, Narcissa raised her robe ever so slightly, and looked down meaningfully. Hermione’s gaze followed, landing on her beautiful ankle boots. They were impossibly expensive, Hermione was sure, probably a custom order. Dragonhide leather, the upper was Slytherin green, with a black square toe and low heel. The scalloped edge lent the boots a feminine flair, while the shiny onyx buttons added a touch of luxury.

“Kiss my boots,” she ordered, her voice low and sultry, and Hermione immediately bent to do just that, pressing light, delicate kisses along the side of her foot, and up towards her anklebone, trembling slightly.

Narcissa smirked down at Hermione. After the years spent in constant fear and worry - for herself, for her family, and for the world that she knew - the relief of knowing that the good and just had won, and that her son was safe, was heady. And here was one of the key perpetrators of the war that had wreaked such havoc on her life, a mudblood, finally acknowledging her rightful place in this world. At Narcissa’s feet, worshiping her boots.

Her elation and her arousal fed into each other, twisting into a ball of tension in her core. Her toes curled in the boots that Hermione was currently dragging her lips against.

“Enough.” Narcissa’s voice cracked like a whip in the room. She stepped away from Hermione, and went to sit on the armchair by the fireplace. “I’m ready for bed.” She reclined in the armchair, her hand pulling on her robe slightly, exposing her boots again.

She looked at Hermione expectantly, and that was all the cue Hermione needed to start moving again. The brunette crept to Narcissa’s feet again, and started undoing the many buttons on her boots, as Narcissa watched on, satisfied. There were spells she could use to instantaneously undress, she knew, or even house elves she could call on, but watching Hermione slowly, painstakingly, undo the buttons on her boots sent a shiver down her spine.

Finally done, Hermione pulled the second boot off and set it to the side, next to its sister. Without being prompted, she knew what to do next, picking up first one, then the other foot, and giving Narcissa a brief foot massage, working out the tension in her feet and the discomfort from being in the heeled boots all day.

When Narcissa decided that she’d had enough of this, she used her foot to nudge Hermione away then stood. “Undress me,” she said, and Hermione rose to her feet for the first time since all of this had started.

Because a pureblooded witch like Narcissa wouldn’t dream of putting something as Muggle as a zipper so close to her body, Hermione found herself working to unfasten what seemed like an endless row of tiny concealed buttons all down the back of her long dress.

As she worked diligently, she chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her wits about her as each unfastened button revealed a little more of Narcissa’s soft, snowy white skin. She wanted to touch it, she thought, put her mouth on it and…

Catching her wandering train of thought with horror, she gritted her teeth. The magic in the collar was truly something, winding itself deep into her psyche. Soon, she knew, she wouldn’t be able to distinguish between her own thoughts and the magic.

Finally undoing the last button, she reached up and slid the robes off Narcissa’s shoulders. The rich black fabric pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of it. Hermione went to pick up the robe, but Narcissa stopped her. “Leave it,” she said, her voice commanding. “The house elves will get it later.”

Swallowing hard, Hermione nodded silently. She knew there was something there that she should object to about the elves, but the thought slid away from her stubbornly, eluding her the harder she tried to grasp it in her mind.

Despite now standing in front of Hermione in nothing but her underwear, Narcissa continued standing before her, the picture of confidence and relaxation. She was dressed in white lace lingerie that was probably from the wizarding version of La Perla, a longline bra, skimpy thong, and a garter belt that held up her sheer stockings.

Hermione slowly undid the hook fastenings on the back of Narcissa’s bra, counting at least ten, before reaching down to unfasten the garter from the stockings. The entire outfit was totally impractical, practically impossible to get in and out of by oneself. She probably needed assistance with her clothes every day - assistance that Hermione would be providing from now on, she realised.

Kneeling in front of the blonde woman, she slid the stockings off Narcissa’s legs, the feel of her knuckles sliding against bare skin sending a shiver down her spine. There was no reason why she should be feeling like this, why every bit of physical contact, no matter how unerotic, felt like foreplay. Except for, she knew, the collar, priming her to be everything her new mistresses wanted and needed. And based on how she was feeling, she was to be a sexual plaything for them.

The stockings off, Hermione reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of the delicate lace panties. Narcissa’s facial expression didn’t change, but she shuffled her feet slightly further apart to give her more room. Agonisingly slowly, her heart pounding so hard she was almost dizzy, Hermione drew the panties down her legs.

As the gusset was pulled away from her crotch, sticky tendrils of arousal stretched between Narcissa and the fabric, leaving Hermione staring helplessly as she forced back a whimper. When the last strand snapped, Hermione looked up at Narcissa hesitantly, only to see a completely neutral, relaxed expression on Narcissa’s face.

If she were a lover, Narcissa might have looked slightly embarrassed to be caught in this state, or might even have given her a flirtatious wink. But she wasn’t - she was barely even a person to this woman - so there was no need for any sort of response or acknowledgment that this was affecting her more than she let on.

Holding the scrap of lace in her hand, Hermione couldn’t help but stare at the thick white liquid pooling in the crotch. Her mouth watered helplessly.

Narcissa must have known, because she laughed condescendingly, staring down her nose at the brunette kneeling at her feet. “Go ahead,” she encouraged, as if she were speaking to a small child. “Have a taste. It’s as close as you’ll get.”

Even as the hurt and disappointment flooded her mind, her body couldn’t help but react, clenching on itself. “Wh- what?” she stammered. There was no reason for her to feel this way, she screamed internally. She didn’t want this. But Narcissa did, and so her mind and body leaped to obey.

“You don’t really think I’ll let you put your filthy little mouth here, do you?” Narcissa’s fingers swept through the neatly trimmed white-blonde curls at the apex of her legs, before spreading her nether lips for Hemione to take a good look. When she withdrew her fingers, they were shining with a thick layer of her arousal. The scent of her pussy filled the room, heady and strong.

Her hands trembling, Hermione brought the panties to her face, inhaling deeply as her eyes sought Narcissa’s, needing some validation or approval. A slight arch to Narcissa’s brow was all she found, but somehow it was enough.

Emboldened, she stuck her tongue out and took an exploratory swipe along the crotch of Narcissa’s ridiculously luxurious panties. The flavour burst onto her tongue, sharp, tangy, and salty, and Hermione was instantly addicted. It was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and she needed more.

All semblance of dignity abruptly vanished as she fell on the underwear like a ravenous maniac, sucking the slick out of the fabric, her tongue pressed against the spot where Narcissa’s pussy had been less than a minute ago. It was still warm, and Hermione’s eyelids fluttered shut as she moaned.

“Liked that, did you.” Narcissa’s tone was filled with cruel amusement. Having the mudblood on her knees in front of her debasing herself filled her with power. Her certainty that this was how the world should be sank into her bones.

She leaned forward and wiped her dirty fingers on Hermione’s hair, as if it were a rag, then went to stand behind the armchair, leaning forward and bracing her arms against the back of it. “I can’t stand the thought of your filthy, mudblood mouth on my cunt, but maybe we can find another use for it.”

The collar wouldn’t allow Hermione to be anything but the most dutiful servant, and it burned against her skin until she refocused her attention on Narcissa, looking regal and aristocratic despite being utterly naked, her hair pulled back into a sleek twist. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Narcissa clicked her tongue impatiently. “I’m sure you can figure it out, mudblood. Didn’t they call you the brightest witch of her age?” Her tone was derisive, and Hermione flinched.

She stared up at Narcissa from where she was crouched on the floor, the picture of round-eyed confusion, until the older woman raised a brow as she leaned forward just a tiny bit more, and realisation flooded Hermione.

“O- oh,” she said, as she scuttled behind Narcissa, sinking back down on her knees behind her pale arse. “You mean - ”

“Obviously, yes,” Narcissa snapped, sounding for all the world like she was irritated that Hermione had taken so long to grasp something so elementary. In reality, her heart was thudding in her chest, and she could barely keep her breathing steady. One of her darkest fantasies, this was something she’d never even breathed a word of to Lucius. She’d expected to go to her grave without realising this dream, and the Dark Lord had, in all his wisdom, had granted her this.

In the dimly lit room with its dark decor, Narcissa’s entire body seemed to glow like a beacon, and Hermione was entranced as she leaned forward. She placed her hands somewhat hesitantly on the globes of her mistress’ arse, spreading them slightly. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to touch Narcissa like that, but hearing what sounded like a choked off moan instead of angry exclamations to get her mudblood hands off her, she figured she was doing okay.

The sensitive area between her arse cheeks was darker and redder than the rest of her skin, with a few sparse hairs near the rosebud. Hermione’s mouth opened against her will, and filthy words poured out that she barely registered as coming from her. “Oh, Mistress, your arse is so pretty, can I please lick it, I want to taste your perfect pureblood arsehole.”

Narcissa smirked into the darkness of the room. The magic in the collar really was something, she thought. As a teen she’d read about the effects of the collar in her ancestors’ journals, but experiencing it in person was totally different. “Well, if you insist,” she drawled, as if she was doing Hermione a favour.

With permission granted, Hermione dove in, licking a stripe between the older woman’s arse cheeks. She knew she should be revolted and appalled at what was happening, but arousal was making it difficult to think straight. Before her eyes, the rosebud clenched and then relaxed, and Narcissa leaned forward just a tad more, spreading her legs slightly wider.

She laved her tongue over her captor’s arsehole, getting it wet and shiny with her spit, before using the point of her tongue to go in little circles around the wrinkled skin. With Narcissa’s small sigh of approval, she alternated between using the flat of her tongue and the point, until she wriggled her arse just a little in her face, and the tip of her tongue dipped slightly into the furrow.

“Yes, that’s good,” Narcissa breathed, pushing her arse further back into Hermione’s face.

Catching the hint, Hermione worked her tongue into the blonde’s arsehole, just a little, and feeling it clench around the intrusion. “Yesss,” Narcissa moaned, throwing her head back as her hands tightened on the cushioned backrest of the chair. This was it, she thought a little wildly, as sweat prickled on her hairline. Her deepest, darkest, most depraved urges being fulfilled - and by a Mudblood, no less, so filthy she could barely stand it.

Overcome, she let go of the chair with one hand and reached downwards mindlessly, dipping her fingers into her dripping quim before circling her clit. Softly, gently, almost sweetly, a stark juxtaposition from the lewd, vulgar act happening just inches away.

Realising that Narcissa was touching herself, Hermione redoubled her efforts, pushing further into her arse, almost seeing stars at how tightly it clenched around her tongue, and at the bitter flavour that burst on her tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” Narcissa hissed, rubbing her clit harder. “Fuck my arse with your tongue,” she encouraged, and Hermione pulled her arse cheeks apart further, leaning up slightly to get deeper. Her own pussy dripped with arousal, but she barely registered it, so caught up in her task.

Narcissa had commanded it, and the collar made sure she delivered. She didn’t think she’d ever done anything as diligently, as devotedly as she was currently eating the pureblood witch’s arse, so deep that her nose was jammed against the crevice between the cheeks. Her tongue drilled deep, rejoicing in every breathy moan and tremble, the slick sounds of her tongue combining with the squelching noises of Narcissa frigging herself.

It didn’t take long for the pureblood witch to reach orgasm with the double stimulation to her pussy and arse, and she cried out loudly, shuddering as she clenched down on her fingers in her pussy, her thumb continuing to rub her clit, working herself through the most intense pleasure of her life.

In its wake, she slowly removed her hand from her pussy, but Hermione continued to lick her ass. Even though she’d already cum, it felt nice, so she allowed her to continue for a few more seconds before pulling away.

“You did well,” Narcissa allowed, inclining her head slightly. Even with her hair slightly messy, her face and breasts flushed, she looked like a queen. “You may have a treat, my pet.” With that, she dangled her hand in front of Hermione’s face. “Lick my hand clean.”

Obediently, Hermione did just that, sucking the two fingers she’d used to frig herself into her mouth, her eyelids fluttering closed again as she moaned, her tongue laving the soft skin and gathering the slick. When she couldn’t taste it anymore, she moved on to her thumb, pulling it into her mouth and gently sucking.

Finally, there was no more, and Hermione released Narcissa’s hand, a look of slight disappointment written all over her face.

They walked into the palatial bathroom, Hermione one step behind Narcissa, head bowed, to find that the house elves had already prepared Narcissa’s bath. Large enough to rival the one in the prefects’ bath, it was filled with warm water, steam gently rising off the top, and covered in a mountain of bubbles.

Already nude, Narcissa stepped into the bath easily, and sat down, leaning back with a blissful sigh. Slightly awkwardly, Hermione knelt beside the bath.

“What are you doing? Get in. You have to wash me,” Narcissa said with her eyes still closed, and Hermione did so, flustered. She carefully undid the twist and washed Narcissa’s hair, then her body, running her soapy hands all over. Her arms, her neck and collarbones, then her perky, pink-tipped breasts. The pureblood witch didn’t move a muscle to make things easier for her new servant, continuing to recline comfortably in the luxurious bath. As Hermione’s hands slid down her belly, Narcissa allowed her legs to fall open, giving her access between them.

Kneeling in front of the older witch and gently cleaning her quim was decidedly not what Hermione had thought would happen today, but Hermione didn’t question it.

Finally, Narcissa was clean, and she stood up and got out of the water, waiting for Hermione to dry her with large, fluffy towels that were warmed just so and placed on a stool right by the bath.

“Clean yourself,” Narcissa instructed as she left the bathroom, and Hermione hurried to do so, hopping back into the bathwater which was now slightly cooler.

When Hermione left the bathroom, she found Narcissa already sitting in the massive four-poster bed, leaning against a stack of pillows. “Come here. I don’t like sleeping alone.”

Bewildered, Hermione slid under the covers on the other side of the bed, and with a wave of her hand, Narcissa extinguished the lights.

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When Hermione woke up the next morning, she was alone in the bed. Feeling almost like herself, she sat up, pushed back the covers, and went to the bathroom.

After she was done, she walked around Narcissa’s huge room slightly nervously, not sure what she was supposed to do when she was alone. She didn’t have that much time to think about it, however, as the collar started to feel warm again, radiating heat insistently against her skin.

Still naked, and coming to a realisation that this would likely be a permanent state for her moving foward, Hermione peeped out the bedroom door to check if the corridor was clear. As she did so, there was a pop sound, and an elf apparated in front of her.

“Mipsy is to take the mudblood to Mistress Bellatrix,” the elf said in a squeaky voice. When Hermione nodded, Mipsy wrapped her fingers around her wrist and apparated them both to Bellatrix’s quarters.

“Mipsy has brought the mudblood,” the elf announced, before she disappeared yet again, leaving Hermione alone with the witch. Bellatrix was sitting at her desk, feet propped on it as she leaned back into the chair, holding the parchment she was reading up.

Tossing the documents she was reading carelessly back onto the desk, Bellatrix swung her feet onto the ground and stood. “Mudblood, so nice of you to join me today,” she cooed with a mocking lilt to her voice, her wand in hand.

As Bellatrix rounded the table and came closer to her, fear screamed through Hermione’s veins. The slight tilt of her head, that deranged grin, the way she held her wand up, the tip almost touching her temple. All of it brought back terrifying memories of the last time she’d been at the Manor, when Bellatrix had tortured her until she wished for death.

“I did so miss the sound of your screams,” the dark witch leaned in and whispered in her ear once she was close enough. Hermione blinked hard and swallowed dryly, trying to force back the hysteria. The collar wasn’t doing anything to adjust her mental state like it had last night. Bellatrix was enjoying her terror, feeding off it.

“And now…” the tip of her wand trailed gently along the curve of her ribs, making her grit her teeth, bracing herself for what was to come. Suddenly, Bellatrix dug her wand sharply between her ribs, and pain flared as Hermione choked on air. Panicked, her knees gave out and she collapsed on the ground, gasping.

“Not quite a scream, was it, darling,” Bellatrix sneered, and Hermione was back in that drawing room, back on the floor, crying in fear and agony. She hugged her knees, tucking her chin in and rocking back and forth.

“Ah, that’s no fun,” Bellatrix griped, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of brown curls. “Look at me while I’m talking to you, mudblood.”

Her vision blurred by tears, Hermione looked up at the witch currently pulling her head back painfully. “Filthy thing,” the older witch muttered, before drawing back and spitting on Hermione’s face. It splattered on her cheek and she flinched, but made no move to wipe it away.

“You’re mine now, mudblood. The Dark Lord gave you to me for doing such a good job crushing your kind.” She traced along Hermione’s jawline with her wand, the younger witch’s eyes trying her best to follow the wand tip.

“Now I think I want to enjoy my reward. Crucio!” Bellatrix snarled, and red and white light jetted forth from her wand.

Hermione screamed and cried, writhing on the floor as the pain seared through her body, feeling like her tendons were being pulled apart, muscle peeling from bone, and skin from muscle. This was it, she thought feebly, she’d survived the final battle only to die like this, on the floor of the Manor, where she probably should have the first time…

There was the telltale pop of apparition, and then abruptly, the pain stopped, leaving Hermione crumpled in a heap, her face turned towards the floor.

“Sister,” Bellatrix said snippily. “I don’t believe I interrupted your time with our pet.”

“Bella, are you utterly daft? You can’t Crucio her like that!” Narcissa snapped back, stalking towards Hermione, who was still lying prone, tears leaking from her eyes, which were open but unseeing.

“She is my pet, and the Dark Lord said - ”

“She is our pet, and she won’t be for much longer if you torture her until she’s a mindless vegetable like you did the Longbottoms!” Narcissa turned Hermione over with her foot, looking her over critically.

“You never could take care of your toys, Bella,” Narcissa continued reproachfully. “If you ruin this one - ”

“The Dark Lord will give me another,” Bellatrix insisted, her chin tilting up obstinately.

“He will, will he? Are there many mudbloods left to give out?” Narcissa asked drolly, and Bellatrix subsided, sulkily. As the new Director for Magical Law Enforcement, she knew very well that the number of Muggleborn witches and wizards was dwindling every day. A positive outcome, to be sure, but it did mean Hermione would be rather difficult to replace.

“No one he could give us as a replacement will be as valuable as Potter’s mudblood, and you know it,” Narcissa hissed. “For heaven’s sake, don’t do anything to incapacitate her. I always hated sharing my toys with you.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do with her, then?” Bellatrix demanded petulantly.

Narcissa raised a brow. “I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. I did, and not one Unforgivable was used.”

“Did you?” That sly tone was back in Bellatrix’s voice as she found something new to capture her interest. “You don’t mind if I have a tiny little peep at what you were up to last night, then, do you? Just to learn from the best, of course.” Before Narcissa could react, the brunette witch bent down and dragged Hermione up into a sitting position by her hair. “Legilimens,” she said, her hand tightening around her wand as she stared into Hermione’s eyes.

Hermione screamed in agony again at the intrusion into her mind. She knew that Bellatrix was a skilled legilimens, but the way she’d forced herself in betrayed none of the finesse that she should have. Bellatrix was tearing into her mind like it was so much tissue paper, and she could feel the enjoyment as she made her suffer.

It wasn’t difficult to find her memories of what happened last night - Bellatrix watched them on replay, making her relive them, the shame and embarrassment bubbling inside her anew as she watched how debased she’d been, begging on her knees and doing such depraved things. Of course, the older witch saw how she was feeling now, too, and laughed.

“My sweet, sweet, Cissy,” she breathed, when she finally left Hermione’s mind. “Who would have thought? Perfect, beautiful, ice queen Cissy.” She was clearly mocking her sister, but Narcissa just tilted her head haughtily, unwilling to be shamed, uncaring that her older sister had access to her secret kinks through their shared pet’s mind.

“Did you learn something useful, Bella?” After a lifetime of dealing with her oldest sister, Narcissa could give as good as she got.

Bellatrix sneered. “I think not. I would hardly let the mudblood put her mouth on my body.”

Narcissa wouldn’t do anything so pedestrian as shrug, but her dismissive expression demonstrated how little she cared about her sister’s criticism. “Why don’t you try something physical, rather than using your magic?” she suggested. “You might find it… quiets that mind of yours.”

With a wave of her wand, the empty wall by Bellatrix’s desk was abruptly filled with racks and shelves filled with BDSM equipment, the likes of which Hermione had only seen a few times, during her summers home when she got a little too far down the Internet rabbit hole.

A collection of floggers and whips were hung up inside an oak cabinet with a glass window in the door. Ropes and chains coiled on new shelves. Cuffs, various types of gags, dildos, and butt plugs. Intrigued, Bellatrix wandered over to the new addition to her room, while Hermione wondered how on earth someone like Narcissa had such knowledge of muggle kinks.

“Cissy,” Bellatrix said in a singsong voice, her brow raising as she opened the cabinet and took out the whip closest to her, examining it in her hands. Holding the handle in her right hand, she gave a little experimental swat on the palm of her left. The sound made Hermione jump.

As she examined the various types of equipment on display, her expression grew more and more gleeful, until she reached the dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. “I won’t need these.” She frowned at the offending toys.

Narcissa didn’t bat an eyelash, apparently anticipating such a response. “Just in case,” she explained nonchalantly, before her eyes seemed to soften. “It’s not always like that, you know,” she said in a more gentle tone. “Not- like how it was with Rodolphus.”

Bellatrix’s hand tightened on the whip, her shoulders tensing, before she forced herself to relax. “Mudblood, are you ready?” she asked in a tone of forced casualness, the languid grace with which she prowled towards Hermione slightly unnatural. It appeared that what her sister had said unnerved her. “Cissy has given us so many new toys to play with together; aren’t you going to thank her? They don’t teach mudbloods manners, do they?” she laughed.

With the collar on, Hermione was helpless to disobey a direct command like that. On cue, gratefulness immediately flooded her psyche. “Mistress Narcissa,” she said, her eyes shining soulfully, “Thank you for the gifts.”

“You’re ever so welcome, pet,” Narcissa replied condescendingly, and with a final meaningful look at Bellatrix, she apparated away with a pop, and Hermione was alone again with Bellatrix.

She eyed the whip in her hands warily. Bellatrix, seeing her expression, chuckled. “Come now, mudblood. This can’t be anything new to you. Don’t muggles adore physical violence?”

Hermione wanted to stand up and object, to explain that modern muggles did not, that society had come such a long way, and that whatever had been taught to her in the past was grossly outdated, if not plain wrong. But that wasn’t what Bellatrix was interested to hear, so the words wouldn’t form in her mouth.

Instead, Hermione whimpered and cowered. “Please,” she whispered pathetically, and watched as a deranged grin split the older witch’s face. She was really quite beautiful, she noted mechanically, with her fair skin and dark features.

“Now, now, I’m not like my sister,” Bellatrix tutted. “I have no interest in listening to you beg. I just want - ” she drew her hand back, the whip whistling through the air. “To hear you - ” she brought it down on Hermione’s back, as hard as she could. “Scream.”

As the pain of the impact flared across her skin, Hermione couldn’t help but give Bellatrix what she’d asked for. Hearing the first scream ring out throughout the room, Bellatrix tightened her grip on the whip excitedly, then drew it back again, this time for a backhanded swing.

“Yess,” Bellatrix hissed. “Filthy mudblood, how could you ever have thought you belonged among us?” She rained blows down on Hermione to punctuate her words, experimenting with her new weapon, trying different angles, holding the whip in various ways, and testing out which part of Hermione’s body was the most sensitive, made her cry out in the most satisfying way when hit.

Red, angry welts rose on Hermione’s pale skin, glowing in a way that Bellatrix found somehow entrancing. The thing about magical torture was it often didn’t leave visible marks on the skin. All that was left was the memory of the beautiful sounds that they made.

By the time Bellatrix had exhausted herself, breathless with a sore arm, Hermione had been reduced to whimpering, curled up into a ball. There were red lines cris-crossing through her whole body, on her shoulders, her breasts, her tender belly, even her thighs. On some of them, thin bright red lines of blood were welling up through the torn skin. The effect was hauntingly beautiful, Bellatrix thought. Something she’d done that was so visible, leaving a tangible mark. For the first time in her life, she thought the muggles might be on to something.

Bellatrix tossed the whip down next to Hermione, enjoying the way the sound of the handle clattering against the marble made her flinch. “Put it back in the cabinet, mudblood,” Bellatrix sneered. “Just because you’re filthy, it doesn’t mean that my quarters should be.”

Getting up was agony, the inflamed skin stretching and compressing in new ways, pain flaring all over again. Hermione picked up the whip and walked slowly to the cabinet Narcissa had earlier Transfigured, placing it back where it came from.

“Good girl,” Bellatrix said, and somehow the approval was even worse than when she was overtly cruel. It left Hermione feeling off-kilter, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When she turned back towards the room, she noticed that Bellatrix was now lounging on the sofa.

“Come here,” she beckoned, and Hermione crept closer, unsure what she wanted now. Bellatrix was always in motion, and seeing her still and relaxed like this had her coiling in tension. She knelt by the leg of the sofa, next to where Bellatrix sat.

“You worthless thing. Get on your hands and knees in front of me.” Hermione rushed to obey, and then Bellatrix rested her boots on her back, looking totally at ease.

The younger witch gritted her teeth against the discomfort. Bellatrix’s boots weren’t as soft and delicate as Narcissa’s. The Death Eater went out, did things, and needed a sturdier pair to suit her lifestyle. The leather wasn’t nearly as soft, and it scraped uncomfortably against the whip marks on her back.

It was also heavy. Bellatrix was resting the whole weight of her feet on Hermione’s body, and she was starting to sweat with the effort that it was taking to maintain her current position.

“I liked that more than I thought I would,” Bellatrix remarked, and Hermione would have made a snarky comment in response if the collar would have allowed it. The pureblood witch must have seen the mutiny on Hermione’s face, because she laughed, reveling in the control she had over the younger witch.

“Tell me, mudblood, what other sick things do mudbloods do to each other?” and Hermione thought, but didn’t say, that Bellatrix calling BDSM kinks sick after thoroughly enjoying whipping the shit out of her was some top-notch irony.

Still, the influence of the collar was as potent as Veritaserum, because the words poured obligingly out of Hermione as she recited almost word-for-word the Wiki article she’d read a few summers back.

“BDSM is a variety of often erotic practices or roleplaying involving bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism, and other related interpersonal dynamics. Given the wide range of practices, some of which may be engaged in by people who do not consider themselves to be practising BDSM, inclusion in the BDSM community or subculture often is said to depend on self-identification and shared experience.”

Bellatrix hummed thoughtfully. “And what I just did to you is considered a part of that?”

“It would be considered impact play, or pain play. There are other areas like restraints - tying someone up - and there are many kinks that fall under the BDSM umbrella.”

“What else?”

Hermione hesitated awkwardly. “I- I don’t really know,” she confessed. “I didn’t spend that much time researching this.” Most of her time in the past few summers had been spent either at the Burrow or Grimmauld Place, where there was no Internet, and where she had been otherwise occupied with the war efforts.

Bellatrix’s expression, which had begun to open up as Hermione had been explaining about muggle sex kinks, giving Hermione a glimpse of the beautiful woman she had been, once upon a time, abruptly turned sulky again. “You disappoint me, mudblood. You’re totally worthless. Get out of my sight.”

Picking up her wand, she slashed it down, and Hermione felt the tug in her belly that meant she was being apparated to an unknown location until her mistresses had need of her again.

[itsevanffs]

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Saviour of the Wizarding World

Okay this may seem not related to EMD at all but I can explain my train of thought I promise. (Also I like pretty robes and you can't take that away from me.) Read my ramblings under the cut if you'd like, but I can't promise coherency.

Is for you (again) @metalomagnetic <3

The thought behind this piece was honestly, just, Voldemort stealing Harry's identity. I don't know if we're meant to take it like that but that's what it felt like to me - Voldemort was taking everything Harry is except for his face and making it his own. The Potter name, his friends, his family; even if there is nothing there Voldemort is still filling that space with his own additions. Control is probably the goal there, but it's still a loss of identity. Harry is no longer The Boy Who Lived, The Human Horcrux, The Vanquisher of Dark Lords because effectively, whether the world knew about it or not, Voldemort still took those things away from him or made them inapplicable.

In fact, it goes further than that; Voldemort seems to have stolen Harry's public identity, too, using it to further his own agenda while Harry sits at home like a trophy husband. In this way I imagine Voldemort painting himself as the man who will turn Wizarding Britain's political shitfest around, who will bring true order and peace after decades of uncertainty and political unrest. He will be a leader and a figure of power, wisdom and grace, and therefore the borderline religious iconography.

And I do think that Voldemort, in his mind at least, would find this deeply ironic and amusing. By marrying the saviour of the wizarding world and killing him (as Voldemort himself said), Voldemort was able to take even that ridiculous title and make it his own. Now he has lifted that burden off Harry's shoulders, Harry's consent in the matter or mental health be damned, and gleefully, pridefully, carries it on his own.

(Unrelated, but I am working on a very detailed large piece for 'at the expense of the world' and I am not sure when it will be done, but probably soon? So this is a sort of heads up so you have something to look forward to.)

[cornus27florida]

Random Idea AU after nap 😴

Cursed Princess Club is basically a webtoon which canonically fitting the tropes as:

Arranged marriage AU

Royalty AU

Magic (espc with curses) AU

Character has a disability (curse parallel) AU

Fairytales AU

Stranger to friend to lover AU

Found family AU

Mutual pining AU

Basically damn, so many AU (altenate universe) that already in canon of the CPC but in the fanwork world where anything could happen -

AU of other series : Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU, other webtoons like nevermore and UnO AU~

Modern AU! What if internet exist in CPC? If there's no royalties so everyone are 'ordinary' but still struggled with curses that compared to disabilities - or result of black magic (which make curses even 'darker' as the caster need to make sacrifice, and even harder to break)

Academy in any form including College AU: what if everyone studied in same school? They have clubs or/and extracurricular to join?

Call me basic BUT general trope of locations such as flower shop AU (which could add floriography!), coffee shop AU (enjoying intimate moments with coffee and books), pet shop AU (to establish animal lover characters), etc

Time travelling that makes canon divergence AU - what I try to write in RaS >< if given chance to make amends for his mistake to Gwen, Frederick DEF took that chance even if doing so is a very painful and long journey

Basically, I really like more AUs to be explored especially if could featuring my fave ship at the CPC - Gwendolyn x Frederick 🤣hahaha

P.S: honorable mention of "Amnesia" AU

Amnesia AU is interesting AU that could happen to any character at any certain plot point, which gives creativity for any fanwork maker

The fic that @cursed-princess-club made about "Isolde forgor" make me thinking interesting canon divergence, what if by making Isolde forgor she's not making the waffle note raining down at the end of the gala - which make Leland's plan succesful 'in nice way'?

Jamie never know who's actually threatens his sisters, and thought everything will be OK

Gwen is 'happy' (but likely with consequences that similar to Lilyth) to never tell Frederick about the truth, but being hypersensitive around his surrounding - Frederick knows that Gwen hiding something and wondering about it. Cue to Frederick learn the truth from CPC

Maria is overjoyed that the wedding event come near but Lorena is wary as she feels something off - espc w/ how Frederick and Gwen suddenly 'distanced' themself as Frederick in hurt to learn the truth and Gwen is in shame + hiding silent rage (prob even kinda resentful to the CPC - which is sad ) :⅔

Plaid princes aren't punished in this amnesia canon divergence AU but will make them rethinking about their relationships as they're preparing for the wedding: Blaine not sure if he's really loves Maria, Lance wondering the future - if he really becomes trophy husband, or he makes Lorena sinks her dream? And we have Frederick that got shattered instead as learning the truths. He's unsure about what to do but frequent letter with Whitney through Monika as a crow reinforcing himself to forgives Gwen and gives her chance - whatever the mysteries surrounding Gwen (why she lie to him, why she looks different than her family etc) doesn't matter as long as they're love each other - but he wishes for Gwen to forgiving CPC (their friends) too along the way, friends that he hope could be invited to their incoming wedding too

Shits go down when everyone realizes at the end of the month in Corduroy Canyon, everything is a lie - literally - as the wedding is actually Leland's plan to acquire the Clam. Jack got hurt that his bff making him break the vow of never using artifact for personal use. Plaid princes in horror as they learn that they're merely pawns for their own father. Pastel Princesses in shock that the whole marriage is to distracting their father, and the whole doomed future of them 'locked up 4life'

[hptransfest]

HP Trans Fest 2023: Day 10 Works

Day 10 already!

This first fic is a Lucius/Severus/Narcissa throuple situation with trans!Severus! For this one, I wanna make the note (it's in the notes, but since the warning is E I wanna make sure people who don't wanna read explicit stuff know it too) that the first chapter is a T rating as per the prompter's request. The explicit rating is only for the second chapter, and the first chapter can be enjoyed as a oneshot on its own too! 

Title: Bound Together Rating: Explicit Characters: Lucius/Severus/Narcissa Word count: 5K Summary: Severus heard a heavy knock on the door before it immediately opened. Only one person knocked and entered without confirmation, and Severus had no time to cover himself before Lucius walked into his chambers. Lucius visits Severus at Hogwarts to invite him to the Manor for the Holiday, but spots bruising on Severus' torso after barging in on him. Researching the cause he finds out Severus is binding incorrectly. Lucius and Narcissa decide to gift him with his first magical binder (with a little help from their - also trans - son-in-law). Chapter 2 has Severus thanking them in the most enjoyable way he knows how. Link: AO3

This second fic is a oneshot all about a trans found family, namely wolfstar raising Harry where everyone is trans. It's cute, there's Honeyduke's involved, and one of the tags is literally "trophy husband sirius black" so what more do we need?

Title: hot cocoa, warm hugs Characters: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter Rating: G Word count: 3.8K Summary: Prompt 196 Fic/Art: Either Rating: Any Pairing: Any Prompt: Trans (foster) parenting of a trans child! Likes: Found family, and family love in general Dislikes: Unhappy endings Comments: Would love for Harry to be involved somehow! Link: AO3

Enjoy the fics and don’t forget to show the creators your appreciation!

[honoka-marierose]

LONDON -- Michael Gambon, the Irish actor who played Dumbledore in the Harry Potter films, has died at 82.

"We are devastated to announce the loss of Sir Michael Gambon," a statement from his family said. "Beloved husband and father, Michael died peacefully in hospital with his wife Anne and son Fergus at his bedside, following a bout of pneumonia. Michael was 82. We ask that you respect our privacy at this painful time and thank you for your messages of support and love."

Born in Dublin on Oct. 19, 1940, Gambon made both his film and stage debuts in 1962 and 1965 productions, respectively, of William Shakespeare's "Othello." He was among the first ensemble of actors to join the Royal National Theatre in London, alongside the likes of Laurence Olivier, Maggie Smith and Michael Redgrave, to name a few. In 1998, he received a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth.

He would go on to star in films like 2001's "Gosford Park" and 2010's "The King's Speech," both of which earned him Screen Actors Guild Awards for best cast in a motion picture.

Gambon took over the role of Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, beginning with the third "Harry Potter" film following the death of Richard Harris in 2002. Harris played Dumbledore for the first two films and Gambon played him for the remaining six in the series.

On the small screen, Gambon won four British Academy Television Awards for best actor. He won for "The Singing Detective" in 1987, "Wives and Daughters" in 2000, "Longitude" in 2001 and "Perfect Strangers" in 2002. He also earned two Primetime Emmy Awards for "Path to War" in 2002 and for "Emma" in 2010.

Gambon was a much-lauded stage actor and received three Olivier Awards, often considered the British equivalent of the Tony Awards, during his career out of 13 nominations. He won trophies for "A Chorus of Disapproval" in 1985, "A View from the Bridge" in 1987 and for "Man of the Moment" in 1990.

He would go on to make his Broadway debut in 1997 in "Skylight," for which he earned a Tony nomination.

Gambon's "Harry Potter" co-star Rupert Grint, who played Ron Weasley in the film series, took to social media to pay tribute to the late actor.

"So sad to hear about Michael," Grint wrote in an Instagram post. "He brought so much warmth and mischief to every day on set. He captivated me as a kid and became a personal role model of mine for finding the fun and eccentricities in life. Sending all my love to his family, Rupert."

Gambon is survived by his longtime wife Anne and their son Fergus.

[rarepears]

Masterpost [July 2022 ideas 2/2]

July 2022

#made up fic title ask game

shen yuan and luo binghe are aizawa’s adoptive parents au

Tom Riddle's new aim is not to become lord voldemort but sung jinwoo's trophy husband au

pidw AU set in disney descendants' world

hiruzen and danzo get dumped into bnha after the kyuubi attack au

the au where meng yao is actually lao nie's bastard but no one questions meng yao's parentage until the sworn brotherhood ceremony

beru needs reading glasses au | the shadow summons become luxury brand models au

sung jinwoo the e ranked babysitter au - why be a hunter if you can be a babysitter? it's far safer

female wei wuxian uses her period blood (since it's just blood) to draw talisman but that provokes greater backlash au

married couple shen yuan and luo binghe get a vacation home in the imperial capital to get away from sect and demon politics au

the Jin Zixun x Jiang Yanli fic idea no one asked for au

sung jinwoo accidentally running into variety shows being filmed on the streets au

sung jinwoo being a dirty little gremlin and getting away with it thanks to his shadow monarch abilities au

12 year old tsuna thinks that his intuition is a sign of madness and decides to go full on clown insanity as a result au

in which Shen Yuan and og!shang qinghua have to share one body together because the system messed up shen yuan's transmigration au

thomas andre x sung jinwoo au

lan qiren x jin guanyao au where meng yao befriended lan xichen for the sole purpose of seducing lan qiren

sung jinwoo learns that there are many minor monarchs and rulers out in the world... au

svsss but as cowboys in the wild west edition au

groot gives birth to a baby groot au - nope this isn’t baby groot since this isn’t from a cutting, rather groot somehow has a seed pod that pops out a little tree??

in which commander fox accidentally goes viral and becomes a holonet star au

a snapshot into bnha future of deku the future no 1 hero au

groot is a jedi master (and rocket the raccoon is a force sensitive) au

ned stark walks into his father fucking tywin lannister au

nie mingjue x liu qingge au

aizen is a fuckboi who doesn't date shinigami to hide his sordid dating history au

Tsuna sawada runs into james bond while he’s in Italy AU

a brief bit of wei wuxian x aizawa that was never meant to be au

shen qingqiu gets the ranma 1/2 treatment au

ashborn (solo leveling) x aro (twilight) au

Without the gates and hunters occurring in solo leveling kingsman shit happens instead & Sung Jinwoo finds himself the unofficial king au

mdzs modern au where lan wangji is a rabbit photographer and wei wuxian is a farmer whose crops are being eaten by rabbits au

game of thrones football au

harry potter attends a vampire's wedding au

luo binghe and shen yuan in solo leveling au

cat shen qingqiu and hamster shang qinghua bros au

Nie Mingjue X Meng Yao - married AU

long before he learns that he's to become a mafia boss tsuna sawada gets despicable me minions & reborn now hates bananas au

shen yuan and the ice cream assassins au

telling the evolution of dabi x hawks through sex drugs and fried chicken au

in which endeavor accidentally burns his house down in the throes of passion and the kids are SCARRED au

in which L (death note) gets sebastian as his personal butler au

sung jinwoo doesn't have wifi au

YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE CATS SITTING ON URAHARA'S HEAD

sung jinwoo and sung jinah go to a buffet au

sung jinwoo somehow ends up dating kim kardashian au

sung jinwoo x shouto todoroki au

fat gum offers mineta an internship and turns mineta into a not!asshole and not!perv yay au

Kurosaki Isshin attempts to explain dating and sex to ichigo without mentioning his zanpakuto's involvement in his own dating life au

shen yuan judges a cooking contest between hannibal and luo binghe au

hidan x squalo

sung jinwoo doesn't know that sung jinah is a kpop fangirl au

tywin lannister x sung jinwoo

bdsm bakugou au

in which a new person moves into the apartment complex and becomes sung jinwoo's neighbor au

in which kakashi was a bit of a slut when young & now he discovers that he's been a deadbeat dad without knowing that he's a dad au

yuuri attends 25th university reunion au

hibari kyoya gets scolded by a 5 year old for biting people to death au

kakuzu gains a love admirer au

an office au of solo leveling

gojo satoru x shigaraki tomura

Wei Wuxian becomes known as the S rank villain: The Necromancer in BNHA au

the obito and kakashi catfish online dating au

just some bakugou family fluff au

padme x hondo ohnaka au

e ranked hunter sung jinwoo becomes a single parent because Sung jinah somehow got deaged into a baby au

sukuna is a cat and his owner is a very insane Christian priest who believes his cat is a mouthpiece of god au

the au where sung jinwoo has a nightmare about being a kardashian

bnha ballet au

hannibal is arya 's mentor in the art of killing au

a 5+1 fic about wei wuxian and lan wangji's love over the years au

hannibal lecter is the no 1 most desirable bachelor among ghouls

in which meng mo develops a crush on shen yuan au

naruto wore frog pajamas to bed on night and the next day finds himself and other people thrown into the past au

sung jinwoo shadow extracts a buddhist statue au

gojo and getou vs evil goose au

gai and lee get dumped into the bnha world and aizawa s u f f e r s au

House of Lannister; taking over the world! A master plan by Lord Tywin Lannister.

luo binghe's palace becomes the burial mounds au

#shen jiu’s brocon brother au

shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

imagine if itachi uchiha was reborn as lan xichen au

wei wuxian is reborn to the world of pokemon au

[ao3feed-tomarry-harrymort]

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother

by apocalypseWallflower

These are all the times that Harry Potter met Voldemort but hated him, and the time they fell in love.

OR

Set to the backdrop of someone who has never seen nor interacted with the show/or otherwise “How I Met Your Mother” but still took very light inspiration from the memes.

Words: 5915, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Original Child Character(s), Minor Characters

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter & his children, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Sort Of, Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Parent Voldemort (Harry Potter), Parent Harry Potter, Parenthood, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry Potter Next Generation, Not So Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter), Mentioned Pureblood Supremacy, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Abridged Story Telling, Making Their World a Less Shitty Place, Voldemort is a Good Parent, Harry Potter is a Good Parent, Parselmouths & Parseltongue (Harry Potter), Parselmouth Harry Potter, Light Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Albus Dumbledore Dies Off-Screen, Storytime With The Kids, Harry Potter is a Himbo, Harry Potter is a Trophy Husband, Age Difference, No underage

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48268984

[willowandthesagaofgayyearning]

If Harry Potter just married Voldemort then he could be his trophy husband and then Voldemort wouldn’t have to kill him because Harry would always be under his sassy lil paw.

There.

I solved Harry Potter for you

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Ram. Ram please im begging you. What are your tomarry/harrymort fic recs, please. I never knew I needed this ship in my life but you have opened up a whole avenue of shipping I never knew I had. Please I beg you

(Also I hope I got that ship name right, I had never even considered this before, thank you so much for this ily <3)

Oh my god oh my god ooooh my god. Strap in we're here for the long ride

(+ technically if you want to get specific Harrymort is Harry/Voldemort and Tomarry is Harry/Tom, it's a bit like Vaderwan vs Obikin if you see the distinction?)

Be warned that I tend to prefer long fics/that those stick to my mind better, because there's nothing like rushing through a 300k fic in a few days and having trouble readjusting to actual normal human life after it's done. I wrote down the ones I remembered of the top of my head and the ones I'd downloaded first, and then went through my AO3 bookmarks, so that's the order, they get shorter towards the end of the list. But anyway! Good Tomarrymort fics I have personally liked include:

• His Darkest Devotion by Lomonaaeren (45 chapters, 256k)

Harry Potter has been hiding in plain sight all his life, since he carries the soul-mark of Minister Tom Riddle on his arm—and a fulfilled soul-bond will double both partners’ power. His parents and godfather are fugitives, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry is a junior Ministry official feeding the Order what information he can. No one, least of all him, expects Harry to come to the sudden notice of Minister Riddle, or be drawn into a dangerous game of deception.

It's very long but it's so good... I don't know if it's the best example of a Tomarry fic but I feel like the minister!Tom and not-very-good-guy Dumbledore are classics of the genre. Love how the author managed to keep the "oh no I shouldn't be with him" element on Harry's side when Tom hasn't killed his parents, as well as the gestion of the soulmates.

• Kept Man by Lomonaaeren (4 chapters, 18k)

Harry Evans is a lowly Dark Patrol wizard who’s working hard to advance. He doesn’t think much of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Tom Riddle, but on the other hand, a one-night stand that lets them both get rid of tension seems like a good idea. Except that the one night-stand never seems to end.

If His Darkest Devotion seems too long, Kept Man is also well written but less of a monster. I appreciate the fuck you James Potter that doesn't turn to heavy bashing, that's cool

• anything & everything by exarite (6 chapters, 30k)

Featuring Sugar Daddy Tom and Trophy Husband Harry. Tom takes very good care of him, and in return, Harry gives him blanket consent.

Absolute forever fave I regularly go back and reread it it's just!! Their relationship!! Tom who is still very much not a good person!! The ending!! The mere fact there's plot and it's not just porn!! Literally in love. It's not very fluffy and cute and there's some fucked up stuff but isn't that why we're here?

• The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery (31 chapters, 75k)

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle's heart. Assuming he has one.

Usually I'm not a time travel person but hhhhh. Pansy accompanies Harry back in the 1940s to change the past and it's very cool. Also it has a happy ending!

• Custodarium by Tina48 (26 chapters, 73k)

Have you been missing a time travel Tomarry where Harry and Tom are on somewhat equal footing? Where Tom is a plausible budding political leader? Where Harry can stand up to him and their relationship doesn’t seem toxic? Where the surrounding events and characters don’t go unnoticed? I have, so I gave writing one a try. “The war is over and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?“

The first Tomarry I remember reading! It's one of three time travel fics that have Harry going back to Tom's school years I always kind of confuse with each other, that one's ending always felt a little bittersweet to me for some reason but it's mostly very satisfying and fun.

• When in Rome by XblackcatwidowX (31 chapters, 164k)

When Harry and Hermione inadvertently tumble half a century into the past, they find themselves in the same year as the notorious Head Boy, Tom Riddle. Both Harry and Hermione's courage will be tested when they are confronted by chances of romance from the most unexpected of places, and unlikely enemies hiding in the tallgrass. Lost in the past, they may well forget the way home. Not DH compliant.

The third one of the time travel back to Tom's school years fics, but this one's ending always depresses me lol. Not that it's not good! I just don't go to it to be cheered up. The story is really cool though

• Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira (10/? chapters, 67k)

By day, Harry works as a lowly assistant to his boss: the cruel, controlling Tom Riddle. By night, he lives, breathes, and writes fanfiction. And when he's not writing, he's obsessing over the work of his favorite Ao3 author: Lord_Voldemort_. So, of course, it’s only a matter of time before Harry gets caught reading Voldemort’s latest fanfiction at work… by none other than his boss.

The secret identities the tension just hhhhhh the title is apt I did kudo bookmark and subscribe. Also it has some nice references to authors in the fandom, I know exarite and MaidenMotherCrone are mentioned as authors in it and there's probably more I haven't read fics from (yet) so that's a good source of authors if you need more by any chance.

• Of Your Making by purplewitch156 (25 chapters, 97k)

An unexpected twist during the final battle has Harry trapped inside a magical artifact with only his greatest enemy for company. The Carcerem will release them, but the requirement for freedom is an impossible one, for neither Harry Potter nor Tom Riddle will ever forgive the other.

This is going on the list for Tom gutting fish and the creepy thing with the portraits when they're in the Carcerem. That part genuinely fucking terrified me I remember reading it at night and being scared so bad it hasn't left my mind since. The rest isn't terrifying it just really stuck with me lol (also it does have a sequel but I haven't read it because the mood was depressing me and I wasn't in the right mindset to enjoy it)

• draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing. “It seems I have finally caught you.”

I won't lie, I'm not up to date on it, but I should be because it's good. That's it that's the rec. My memories are too hazy to really speak of the story but when I caught up to it maybe a year or two ago I sent the author an overly enthusiastic ask on Tumblr at 3 in the morning and that's a good sign I feel like

• literally anything that sounds interesting by Anna_Hopkins/Chaotic_Smutty (or even their SW fics, they've written one or two)

• ... but my faves are Dark Livestream and its AUs (22/? chapters, 83k)

Voldemort, unexpectedly short on money and growing tired of both Wormtail's existence and Nagini's incessant pleas to eat the wizard, has a most brilliant idea: crowdfunding, and the first reward tier is a livestreamed broadcast of Nagini getting her wish. It is a massive success -- and the people demand more. Said 'people' just so happens to include one Boy-Who-Lived.

This fic gets me feeling the emotion equivalent of shrimp colours. Every time it updates I drop everything to read it. The crack taken seriously the UST with Harry and Voldemort the super cool magic the meeting of fandom and magic just !!!! Absolute forever fave. Love of my life light of my days. The AUs where different choices are made and different things happen are so fun too I love when authors do that!!

• ... Petty Catharsis (2 works, 1+4/? chapters, 17k total)

Harry sends Voldemort anonymous hatemail, trolling him in childish ways. Instead of being pissed, Voldemort indulges him and starts responding, clapping back with witty comebacks. Harry sends him a crude drawing of a naked Voldemort with a dick so small it curls inwards. Voldemort responds with his actual measurements, and a detailed drawing. Harry doesn’t write back for days. His stupid plan for petty catharsis backfired, and now he can’t stop thinking about Voldemort’s dick.

Pure smut but it's excellent. I'm not gonna comment on the porn it's just - it's just good.

• ... and Cruciatus (he's not going anywhere after this) (480 words)

Voldemort arrived to Malfoy Manor before the Trio could make their escape. The Dark Lord summoned Harry up to the throneroom; while he distracted everyone upstairs, Harry had explained, they should all take Dobby's help to escape.

Also just smut but it's probably my favourite Tomarry short smut fic. Exactly what the title says.

• duplicity's fics (@/duplicitywrites) I've read a few from her and I could recommend you some (Voldemort's Assassin Hotline, V is for Vampire, the Sugar Universe or In the Daylight Again are good) but honestly she just consistently writes good fics so if you see one that seems to have a nice summary, go for it (though I haven't read all of them, or even most of them)(also in her series is the "bottom Tom agenda" one if you want to spice things up a little)

• the Architecture series by Saeva (3 works, 2+4+5 chapters, 80k total)

Four years after Tom Riddle Jr walked out of the Chamber of Secrets whole, a girl's cold body left in his wake, Harry Potter married Lord Voldemort to settle a truce between their factions that would grant protection for both sides. This is the kinky, complicated, and emotionally wrought story of what came after as an immortal Voldemort and his young consort struggle to find a balancing point between internal peace and external connection. Also, lots and lots of sex.

Back to fucked up stuff! the consent is dubious, the dynamic is compelling and the smut is well-written, what more can I say. I also recommend the author's other fics, notably Needs Met, because the non-sexual submission in it kinda felt like a revelation.

• A Story of Mortality by this_bright_eyed_soul (14 chapters, 72k)

Dark Lord Harry Potter was born 1914, and was instrumental in defeating Grindelwald. A powerful force in politics, the rising Lord Voldemort cannot avoid him, but instead of the rivalry he wishes for, political circumstances force an alliance. While both their similarities and differences clash, they cannot help but become closer over time, and both have lessons still to learn.

This one is an AU so it's not what their general dynamic and vibe tends to look like but like. It's good. I don't think I could ever get myself to read the end because I knew I was going to bawl my eyes out and I didn't feel like it back then, and after that I didn't go back to it, but !! It's good!!

• I was going to include another fic but it's not going to be most people's taste, so if you're interested in a series with a pretty specific kink that develops a plot, that's heavy on the politics and - heavy in general, ask me again :') it's dear to my heart but I feel weird exposing my heart in public like that haha

• (the bad flirting) among us by RenderedReversed (4.5k)

They're voice actors playing Among Us. That's it that's the fic. It's more pre-slash than anything but <3 <3

• Hand Size by RenderedReversed (1.1k)

In which Harry is kind of obsessed with Voldemort’s hands. Voldemort is reluctantly indulgent.

I genuinely think about that fic on a regular basis when I notice people's hand sizes. Twice or thrice I've asked friends of mine to compare hand sizes because of it.

• How's the weather (am I better) by RenderedReversed (6.6k) (I hadn't realised I liked so many of their fics wow)

Harry's heat comes two weeks early. Unfortunately, he's alone, dehydrated, and pretty sure Kyogre and Groudon are duking it out in his stomach, because that's the only logical explanation for pre-heat cramps this bad.

Now I know, omegaverse pokémon AU sounds like a lot, but I really love it, and if you do too I recommend the series with the rest of the AU

• Sly Fingers, Deft Hearts by Penmanner (11k)

Tom Riddle has always wholeheartedly believed in slow manipulations. And perhaps, in some small, stupid, dastardly little part of himself, he sees them as something akin… to falling in love.

Pretty Lord Potter and Senior Undersecretary Riddle flirt and eventually fuck at a ball <3

• The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc (7.5k)

Harry is nine years old when he points at Lord Thomas Marvolo Slytherin, High Warlock of England, and declares "You're my soulmate, and we're going to be married."

If the author's summary doesn't sell it I don't know what will

• Impressions by atlantablack & local_doom_void (17k)

Years pass, and Harry Potter grows up thinking that he doesn't have a soulmate. After all, he's never seen anyone else with a scar spread so obvious across half their face. But life just couldn't be that easy.

The communication in this!! Also Harry with a huge scar is super cool excellent concept

• Viceroy by SofiaBane (7.2k)

Harry will marry Voldemort to end the war. Harry also takes a potion that turns him into a naga every night. This is hardly a problem for Voldemort.

What it says on the tin. Very fun though!

• Thank you, Harry by Smutmonger (8.7k)

Harry realized that the ‘dreams’ were actually real-life events. Somehow death eaters were getting their hands on his DNA and using Polyjuice to please their lord. There were six in total, and each served a particular purpose. Or rather, a particular sexual mood that Voldemort wished to indulge in the nights he called for them. It seemed unfair that the others got to use his body to feel things he hadn’t yet explored for himself. The more of these dreams he had, the more he begun to imagine exploring it with Voldemort. He could, couldn’t he? Harry could pretend to be one of the death eaters pretending to be him.

Also what it says on the tin, if you're one for daddy kinks you'll like this one I think

• A Rival's Kiss by GeMerope (3 chapters, 18k)

From Harry's very first encounter with the Dark Lord, Voldemort has always insisted on using proper etiquette, not accounting for the possibility of escalation.

I'm adding that one for the ending but also the general vibe of their dynamic, the "you're MY enemy dammit" thing is so good

• Benefit by asterismal (2 chapters, 6.4k)

“It won’t happen again,” Harry says to his reflection later that day. “It’s a bad idea. You have standards, and Riddle is awful.” His gaze drops to the bruise on his neck, and he prods at it, hissing at the ache. “Okay, fine,” he says, twisting so he can see it better. “Whatever. It’ll probably happen again.” (a boss/secretary prompt fill)

Right? Right.

• love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger (8 chapters, 34k)

Voldemort is dead. It's Christmas, and Harry's just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.

The endinnnng hhhh still going feral over it!!

So yeah, hope you enjoy, I really like those two and the vibe they've got going on! Come talk about them any time you want!

[hpdabbles]

Oh, that was beautiful🤣, walburga had it coming to her, can u also get the potters and sirius meet them after baby Harry's birth, imagine how tense the atmosphere would be. The potters and sirius trying to figure out if this meet up was a murder attempt whereas our Harry looking at bby harry and swearing to himself that bby him will be safer than he ever was. Meanwhile reg would be wondering if this is a plan to kidnap his husband again

"I don't like this" Lily whispers to James as Consort Black pulls into their yard. Apparently, the man preferred the muggle way of travel and had strong-armed Lord Black into buying him a nice new car that Consort rod everywhere even if took much longer than the floo.

The war was over with the Dark Lord getting assassinated in public by two men in masks- Lily thought it is a poetic irony that they choose to wear Death Eater clothes but colors swapped. Black masks and silver robes. Still, there was a lot of tension between the fractions of the war sides.

Including the one making his way up the walkway, carrying a large wrapped box, a reductant Lord Black following him.

She didn't want to expose Harry to a potential threat but they really couldn't offend Lord Black. The war is over, and that means the Blacks have a lot of political power again, not to mention Albus needed someone to watch the new power.

Sirius, being Harry's godfather, made the Black family magic entangled in her son so Lord Black was officially here to give the child his blessing.

Unofficially, he was here because Consort Black insisted he reunited with his brother. Lily still couldn't believe that the man got Lord Black to reinstate everyone his family had disowned even the ones that have long been dead.

It had been in the news for weeks, with Consort Black, daring anyone to challenge him for it. He even tracked down the only known Squib-Marius Black- in the muggle world. The man was surprisingly still alive, old with children and grandchildren of his own, and given him the family blessing.

Marius had been bitter but Consort Black had not given up, and eventually moved the muggles into a better home. He was seen taking the old man through Diagon Alley, shielding him from Squib discrimination and giving the weeping man a piece of his childhood again.

Lily, couldn't understand Consort Black. One moment he was a scandal wrapped like a pretty trophy on his husband's arm and the next he was a wild hippogriff in an office, disrupting the peace like it was his very nature to do so.

She wanted to think he was nice but she couldn't. Not with the way he fought- that one time James, Remus, and Frank were beaten in an effort to rescue COnsort Black- and the grace he moved in high tension situations.

Lily was there the day Death Eaters took the Gringotts lobby hostage. She hit the ground, mindful of her baby bump, wondering what the goblins would do when Consort Black flung himself before a goblin.

His husband had screeched at the top of his lungs because the goblin was just about to be hit by the killing curse and it was only the quick summoning spell of the floor tiles that saved Consort Black from instant death. He made quick work of the Death Eaters and then went to check on the goblins first, offering healing aid before any wizard.

No one who didn't fight in the war was that calm during situations like that. And, Lily knew for a fact the man didn't fight on her side of the war so that left only one option.

She is about to let two ex-Death Eaters into her home in an effort to spy on them using her son as bait. If that didn't make her feel like a horrible mother.

Harry was barely six months old and already she was failing him.

"I don't either," Sirius says through gritted teeth. "But for now we play nice. If this is an attempt to kill us when our guard is down, then we won't ever let it down."

"Lily, you and Harry, stay out of their range no matter what" James adds. Before she can say she is very capable of defending herself, Consort Black knocks on their door.

For a still minute, they just stare at the wood, until the knocking starts again. James straightens out his back, steals his eyes, and marches to the door.

The moment he opens it, Consort Black's green eyes fall onto Harry- and light up like the sun falling on emeralds. Harry in her arms turns to look and then starts giggling looking utterly delighted.

Lily is surprised. Harry is usually much shyer when meeting new people but he seems quite taken with the stranger. Maybe it's due to how much he looks like James?

Consort Black beams back. "He likes me!"

"No." Lord Black says instantly. "We are not having a child."

"...We are not birthing a child." Consort Black nods eyes never leaving her baby.

"You can't adopt one either Harry."

"Alight."

"You can not steal one."

Consort Black makes a face before smiling at James. "Good afternoon, thank you for having us."

"Sure," James says bitingly and Consort Black's eyebrow twitches before he smoothly steps in.

He hands the large gift-wrapped box to Sirius who is glaring at him. "For the baby."

"Thank you," Sirius says in a tone that means anything but gratitude. Lord Black's face darkens, stepping up behind his husband to narrow his eyes at his brother. He opens his mouth but Consort Black turns, giving him a long stare that Lily swears she seen her mother do to her father when the man was about to say something dumb, and the Lord Black visible calms himself.

"Where is the godson?" He says and Lily can't help but shield Harry against her chest. The baby becomes fussing not liking being smothered into her shoulder so suddenly.

"His name is Harry James Potter." Consort Black says not so casually hooking his arm through Lord Black's. "I'm excited to give him the family blessing!"

"Why is that?" James asks crossing his arms. "Why the interest in my boy?"

Lily has been wondering the same. Do they know of the prophecy? She doesn't think it's about her Harry anymore what with the Dark Lord already being killed but there were all kinds of crazy people out there.

"He is family." Consort Black says easily then very carefully he adds "So are you."

"Oh yeah?" Sirius sneers causing Lord Black to bristle. "Family doesn't mean anything in the Blacks."

"Maybe, but I'm working on changing that." Lord Black sneers back shocking Sirius. "I already repelled the marriage contracts for the new generations."

"....How?"

"I sent Harry." Lord Black says with a shrug suddenly looking very young. Lily nearly forgot he was only nineteen.

"I made them cry." Consort Harry chirps, but his smile is full of teeth. " They wanted little Draco to marry a witch twice his age. Sickos."

"Malfoy would never allow that." James scoffs but even though he says it, his eyes look uncertain. Of course, Malfoy wouldn't but it would cause the household a lot and likely get his son engaged to a natural family like the Greengrass against his will when he was older. The fact Consort Black managed to break the deal without that outcome is mind shocking.

Just what did he do? Torture them with an Unforgivable?

Harry lets out a loud cry and Lily finally lets her hand on the back of his head go worried she's hurt him. At once Harry flings himself back, little green eyes searching until they land on Consort Black. His watery eyes clear and he starts giggling again.

Consort Black softens. "Hello, little one. You seem very happy. Do you want a toy? Do you? Yes, you do!"

"Merlin, Harry, he's not a dog." Lord Black says but he has gone soft around the eyes and he looks at Consort Black with a bewitch expression. There is such adoration there Lily isn't surprised they ran off to elope.

She hates to admit it but it's cute.

Consort Black shrugs and with a snap of his fingers the box in Sirius's arms springs open. Out jumps a baby walker with flouting little toys and singing magical creatures. Lily's never seen anything so muggle and magical at once.

"Look what Uncle Harry brought you!" Consort Black chirps and Harry lets out another loud giggle, his eyes watching the toys with rap attention.

Wandless magic. Such powerful wandless, wordless, magic. Lily is barely aware of setting Harry into the walker, her son reaching for his toys with delight as she eyes the Black couple.

Lord Black has settled on the floor clapping his hands to the song Consort Black starts singing to Harry, and the little laughs and laughs as the magical creatures fly around them in tune to the beat.

They look so domestic it's almost easy to forget what James and Sirius realize when they look at her.

They are way in over their heads.

Because for a split second as Consort Black was sitting down his shirt- a muggle one with no robes- rose up to display a tattoo of a silver stage within a nighttime sky.

The same mark as one of the men who killed the Dark Lord. But it couldn't have been these two....could it?

[quindolyn]

🖊Can it be James writing a letter to y/n, but she’s dead and he writes letters to her time to time and “tells” her about everything going on, with the Marauders and Harry. P.S. y/n died basically protecting James and Harry(sorta how Lily did). And can it be a little sad...? But a bit happy as well? Thank you!:)

Warnings: really angsty, I actually like it but I liked it more as I was writing it than I did proof reading it, James angst might be the only fanfic that can make me cry and trust me I did

My Sunshine,

I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry, life’s been hectic and every time I mean to sit down to write to you Harry starts crying, or Padfoot and Moony show up and I forget. I don’t like forgetting things about you, forgetting about you, but every time I look at our little boy and I see that scar on his forehead I remember. 

He’s got your eyes Sunshine, exact same ones, everyone still says he’s the spitting image of me, but he’s got your nose. I swear it. I know I used to tell you that when he was a baby but it’s even more obvious now and I don’t see how other people miss it. Minnie sees it, she comes over all the time and plays with Harry, says she’s already saving him a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he’s such a strong flyer already, he’s gonna be amazing baby, I can feel it.

Moony’s talking about taking the DADA post at Hogwarts, Padfoot’s made sure that neither of them will ever have to work a day in their lives but you remember how he always talked about that being what he wanted to do. Third year he came into our dorm after tutoring a first year and told us all that he wanted to be a professor, wanted to teach, it was right after a moon and the first time I’d seen him smile all that year. If anyone has the patience for it it’s him.

Think if he accepts Dumbledore’s offer Sirius might find work too, always told us he was gonna be a trophy husband but with every passing day another restriction is enacted, another law is passed and the love of his life loses more and more of his rights. You know our Padfoot, he’s not just gonna let that go, not for Moons.

Haven’t been doing much myself if I’m being honest, Mom and Dad come by when they can but they’re getting older and most of the time it’s easier for Haz and I to go to them. He’s just as feisty as you are baby, he’s our little spitfire and his cheeks puff up and his face gets all red, he’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen.

Took him to get fitted for glasses this week, he’s got my shit eyesight and now he has these little tiny round frames perched on his nose and he keeps pushing them up because they won’t stop sliding down his nose. Makes him look more like Moony than his Dad but he’s mine, he’s ours. Mom keeps telling me he looks exactly as I did when I was his age, guess she’d know better than I would but m’not sure.

If I’m being honest there’s a real reason I haven’t written to you in a while, made a decision a little bit ago, and telling you makes it too real. Because if I don’t tell you then I can just pretend it never happened but if you know there’s no backing out of it, I can’t fail you, my love. But it’s tomorrow so there’s no more delaying the inevitable. I’m going on a date. Marls keeps telling me that it’s time, that I need to start the healing process but it’s still scary. I’m not ready to say goodbye, I’m not ready for you to be gone.

But every time I tried to talk myself out of it I could hear your voice in my head, telling me not to be stupid, not to play it safe, because I’m James Potter, and since when have I ever played anything safe?

So I’m not looking at it like I’m losing you like I’m saying goodbye. I’m looking at it like the next step that you’d want me to take because I know you Sunshine, and you’d kick me if I sat around forever wallowing. 

S’getting late and I should get Harry ready for bed, thinking I’ll take him to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I love you (Y/N), I’ll always love you. I’ll write you afterward, after the… you know, tell you all about it. 

Love,

Jamie

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[childotkw]

This is random but your account gave me ideas and I couldn't stop thinking of a Au where Tom tries summoning a familiar in a parallel world where pets are summon not bought and he gets Harry. It's rare but not uncommon to get a human as a familiar, ussually due to them having brother wands, the only thing is they commonly fall in love and Tom, thirteen orphan who has nothing, is so excited that he has a true love WITH MONEY. Since Harry carried over his Potter and Black gold. He wants to be a trophy husband and damn what Harry says who is suddenly 14 again. Tom Riddle is marrying up , he just got to convince Harry to stay.

Omg it sounds hilarious, you need to write it lmao 🤣🤣

[drarryandtomarryfanfics]

My Personal Favorite Tomarry Fics

by exarite (check their other works too ! )

anything & everything

Platform : AO3

Tags : blanket consent, Consent Issues, Porn With Plot, Consensual Somnophilia, Exhibitionism, Cock Warming, Semi-Public Sex, Threesome - M/M/M, Dom/sub Undertones, Politics, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Sugar Daddy, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Public Sex, Established Relationship, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Age Difference, Lingerie, Subspace, Crying During Sex, Breathplay, Seduction, Consensual Infidelity, Spitroasting, the cedric/harry/tom is one chapter, Escalation of Kink, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Power Dynamics, Somewhat Unhealthy Relationship, Sexual Coercion, etc.

( Rated E, 30,304 words, multichapter, ongoing )

“If you do own me, then you can have me anytime. Anywhere. That’s how it works, right?”

“Anytime?” Tom asked. His lip twitched, curling into a dark smile. "And what am I allowed to do to you?"

“Anything,” Harry promised. “Everything.”

::

Featuring Sugar Daddy Tom and Trophy Husband Harry. Tom takes very good care of him, and in return, Harry gives him blanket consent.

Of course, Tom’s curious as to just how far he can push Harry’s limits.

The Ethics of Want

Platform : AO3

Tags : Dominant Bottom, Bottom Tom Riddle, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding, Light daddy kink, Mild Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Age Difference, Topping from the Bottom, Rimming, submissive top, Impregnation, Manipulative! Tom Riddle, etc.

( Rated E, 9,749 words, oneshot, completed )

Omega Tom Riddle gets who he wants, what he wants, when he wants.

What he wants now?

Harry Potter, Albus’s divorced Alpha father who’s 25 years his senior.

Unplanned

Platform : AO3

Tags : Underage: 17/17, same age au, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, NOT omegaverse just regular old mpreg, Horny Teenagers, Discussion of Abortion, But no actual abortion, Hate Sex, Background Wolfstar, Shotgun Wedding, Timeline What Timeline, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Memory Charms, they switch once, Mostly bottom! harry

( Rated E, 65,418 words, multichapter, ongoing )

Harry’s list of reasons on why he and Tom Riddle should not sleep together is long and varied, but he's never thought to include the possibility that Riddle would accidentally knock him up.

Now 17, male, and pregnant during his last year at Hogwarts, Harry contemplates that he really should have.

[justoneofthoseghosts]

Break me + brettsey

A/N: To the anons who requested for this, I tried my best 🥲 Also, you know I love fluff so wow, this was really emotional to write but I do love a challenge so er, grab some tissues maybe.

Warnings: character death

Throughout the years, Sylvie has learned that life isn’t always fair.

No matter how hard she studied for the 2nd grade spelling bee, someone studied harder and got that big, shiny trophy. She had her first kiss at seventeen with a boy she thought she’d love forever but he ended up being a manipulative jerk, just the first of many who turned out to be frogs instead of princes. Her birth mom sought her out and just as they found their footing, she died at child birth.

But this one, it really takes the cake, Sylvie thinks.

She pleaded with Matt to get his cough checked out weeks ago, asking him politely when she noticed it getting more and more frequent. It crept in especially late at night in bed when they were supposed to be sleeping, instead, she would hear him try to stifle it so as not to wake her. He shrugged it off and told her not to worry, which is classic Matt. She should have known. Even after all these years, her husband is still so stubborn.

One night, when the coughing won’t stop, she manages to get through to him and he agrees to go to the ED. Sylvie grabs the car keys and leads him out the door.

They greet the new charge nurse, who brings them into a treatment room. Sylvie doesn’t think much of it as Ethan comes in and they make small talk and catch up with the ED chief, who at 70 seems to show no signs of retiring. He orders a few standard tests. They wheel Matt off to get an x ray while Sylvie goes to grab a snack from the vending machine.

When Ethan finds her forty minutes later, his face is grim. Her heart drops to the pit of her stomach and she knows it’s not just an ordinary cough.

Stage 4 lung cancer.

Matt Casey, retired CFD battalion chief has stage 4 lung cancer.

It’s like a cruel joke. Matt’s never smoked a single cigarette in his life but his career as a firefighter has finally caught up with him - all the fumes, the smoke, the dust have made their way into his lungs. Sylvie doesn’t cry while the oncologist takes them through their options. She’d gladly sit through a hundred rounds of chemo with Matt if needed.

Except he doesn’t want that.

They argue about it for several weeks. Matt says he wants to spend the rest of his days at home, maybe they can rent a cabin in the woods in Michigan where the air is fresh, the sky is blue and they can just be, waiting for the inevitable.

“Matt,” she starts to say, an edge in her tone. They've been going around in circles and Sylvie is ready to put her foot down.

Matt shakes his head, taking her hand and gently telling her what he's been repeating since that day they found out, “I’ve lived a full life. We have these great kids and grandkids. I can’t ask for anything more.”

Sylvie yanks her hand out of his grasp. She's had enough.

“What would you do if it were the other way around?” She yells, her voice trembling slightly. She doesn’t think she’s every screamed at him this loudly in all their years together but she doesn’t want to give up. She needs him to understand.

Matt sighs, running a hand through his now grey hair. After a beat, he looks her in the eye. She knows he can't lie and say he'll take it lying down if she were to tell him what he's been parroting.

“I’d be begging you to get the treatment because I couldn’t bear to live a day without you,” he admits quietly.

They hold each other’s gazes, neither willing to concede.

“Please, Matt,” Sylvie whispers as she feels the tears threatening to fall. She grabs hold of his arm, squeezing it. She needs him to fight, if not for himself then for her because she doesn't think she can handle life without him, not quite yet.

He finally relents, “okay, okay, we’ll get the chemo.”

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. Sylvie burrows deeper into his embrace, sobbing. She cries for the first time since they found out about the cancer and Matt rubs his hand over her back, comforting her.

Sylvie drives Matt to the hospital for his rounds of chemo while he jokes about shaving off his hair. One night, she wakes up to find his side of the bed empty and the light in the bathroom on. She peers in and sees him kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting. She takes a seat beside him and quietly helps him, remembering their wedding vows.

In sickness and in health.

On the side, she starts to volunteer for the CFD’s firefighters cancer network, trying to raise more awareness on the dangers of such a noble job. She cheers with Matt one Spring morning when Gallo, Violet and Ritter decide to run the half marathon in full firefighter gear, in support of the cause. She’s glad that even if they’ve both retired, 51 still remains to be a part of their family.

Six months in, the doctor tells them that the chemo isn’t working as well as he hoped and the prognosis isn’t good. Sylvie still wants to continue but Matt sits her down one night after dinner.

“I think it’s time we just wait this out, Syl.” He tells her gently, interlacing his fingers in hers.

Sylvie wants to say no because this can’t be how it ends for him, someone spent his life saving people is about to succumb to a deadly, incurable disease. It really, truly is unfair.

But at the same time, she understands his request. He doesn’t want to put their family through another roller coaster ride of emotions, of uncertainty, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’s saying he wants to take the reins and do it his way.

It reminds Sylvie of that quote from Harry Potter she read when she was younger.

To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

She didn't understand it at all at thirteen but she does now, glancing over at Matt and seeing the steely resolve in his eyes.

They’ve been together for over 30 years. They’ve built a home filled with love and kindness, full of laughter and running blonde children who all grew up to be exceptional adults with thriving careers. They have two wonderful, adorable grandchildren. She remembers what Matt told her, how he’s lived a full life.

She feels a tear slide down her cheek and Matt’s other hand brushes it away. She knows the next word coming out of her mouth will break her heart but she says it anyway because it's what's right.

“Okay.”

There’s something in the air, Sylvie thinks and her soul begins to fill with dread. Today, it seems, is the day. Matt’s been in bed for the last three days, not really able to move or eat much. Without the chemo, the doctor told them he had about three months to live and with each day that passed after that, Sylvie started to feel hope that maybe he had more to give.

It’s been a little over a year since the diagnosis. Sylvie’s trying to read a book while Matt is taking a nap. She’s distracted by her thoughts but hears him whisper.

“I think it’s time.”

She nods, her lower lip quivering. She approaches him and kisses the top of his head before making her way out of the room to make a few phone calls.

The house starts to fill with family and friends arriving to say their last good byes. Their kids are here, surrounding their dad and telling stories about how Matt always put them first no matter what. The remaining members of their second shift at 51 start to trickle in one by one. Sylvie told them it was going to be a celebration of Matt’s life, how she didn’t want them to mope around because it isn’t what he would want so they laugh and jest until late in the evening.

Matt kisses his grandkids one last time before they leave and Sylvie climbs into bed with him. He rests his head on her shoulder as she holds his hand and watches his eyes flutter close and his breathing gradually stop.

Sylvie recollects their many years together - growing from friends to something deeper, the first time Matt swung like Tarzan from the aerial after they got together and Sylvie telling him never to do it again and of course he did many more time and she never really stopped worrying, buying a house, their wedding day, the birth of their children, sending off each kid to preschool up until watching them graduate from college, meeting their grandchildren for the first time, celebrating personal and professional milestones together, cheering each other on.

She looks at her husband’s still form thinking yes, it has been a full life.