#finally got a chance to write a Hogwarts au fic

[aethon-recs]

Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics. 

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

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Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes  (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes. 

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

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[weird-is-life]

Hi! I have an idea for Spencer Reid x Reader romantic fic that you could use if you would like. I was thinking about a Hogwarts au with BAU as friends at Wizarding school or where they are adults and work at Ministry as Aurors (analyzing behaviour of dark magic users?).

Ty for this cute request🥰! Hope this is okay, I've loved writing this au. Warnings: Hogwards au, fluff, use of pet names and y/n, jealous Spencer, (0.6k)

Spencer loves, that he can work with you and also go home with you everyday. Even if it's sometimes hard and scary with the work you do.

But right now, he feels like, he'd rather be anywhere else than here, at the ministry.

His eyes are on you. You are standing next to your desk as one of your colleagues, some other auror, blatantly flirts with you.

And he can see, that you are trying to get rid of him politely. He isn't worried for one second, he knows you can handle him all by yourself. You are, in fact, an auror. It is the only thing, that is keeping Spencer from using some mean charms on that guy.

Spencer keeps burning holes to the back of the guy's head with his deadly glare and Spencer finally thinks, the guy is ready to leave, but no, he just readjusts his standing position and continues talking/flirting with you.

You, on the other hand, are trying to catch Spencer's eyes, but he is currently looking sulkilly or more like annoyed at his hands.

You've been trying to get rid of the guy for a few minutes, but not even waving your hand in front of his face with your rings doesn't help. So you hope, Spencer's appearance will.

When you eventually catch Spencer's gaze, you quickly gesture for him to go to you. And he does that, he almost sprints towards you.

"Hi, Spence, do you know Harrison?" you kind of introduce the guy.

Spencer's hand immediately goes around you, he places it protectively over your hip.

"Don't think so, I'm Spencer, y/n's husband by the way," he says sternly and almost glares at Harrison.

"Oh, nice to meet you," he responds, surprised. He clearly got the picture, that he should get the hell out of there and stop flirting with somebody's wife,"sadly, I have to go now, I'll see you guys around." He says it as swiftly as he leaves.

"What a douchebag," Spencer murmurs under his breath, annoyed.

"Spence, that wasn't very nice," you are smiling cheekily tho as you say it.

"Well, he should learn for good, that you are not interested," Spencer is still frowning, while Harrison becomes only a small dot in the distance.

"Yeah, he should, I was trying to get rid of him so badly, but he just wouldn't get the hints," you chuckle, when you see the big scowl on Spencer's face," Spencer, relax, you don't ever have to be jealous of anybody, especially not a guy like him."

"I-I'm not jealous," Spencer quickly responds, tho his red cheeks aren't helping his case, like at all.

"So you wouldn't like to hex the hell out of him?" you tease.

"No," he lies," but if it ever came to charms fight with him, he wouldn't stand a chance."

You only laugh at Spencer's jealous thinking, it's kind of cute.

"I know, handsome, I don't think anybody would actually. You are literally like a book full of charms,"you point it out softly," but thank you for having my back."

"Always, you know that, sweetheart," you nod and look around, before giving him a swift 'thank you kiss'.

"I do know that," you smile at him and give him another quick kiss on his cheek.

"Shall we go get some lunch? I think you could use a small break, huh?"

"Definitely, let's go, sweetheart. Before I decide to listen to my irrational thoughts," you only chuckle some more and drag him towards the nearest exit. Intend on loving a bit on your 'not at all' jealous husband.

[midnightstargazer]

I'm super excited for the @ladiesofhpfest, and I can't wait to share with what I've been working on with y'all! Here are some sneak peeks at what I've got planned for each theme:

Mothers and Daughters

There will hopefully be two fics, a (mostly) fluffy one about Astoria raising Scorpius and a very angsty one about Barty Crouch Jr.'s mother and her decision to take his place in Azkaban. The Mrs. Crouch one is still a WIP - I only got the idea a few days ago - but hopefully it will be ready in time.

Senior Sweethearts

Come join me in an AU where a few things go differently in DH and, as a result, Andromeda gets to grow old surrounded by her loved ones. Also featuring a very sweet friendship between Andromeda and Astoria.

Out and Proud

For last year's fest I broke Emmeline Vance's heart in a fic titled Midnight Rain. This year, she meets Hestia Jones and gets another chance at love and happiness.

Women of the House of Black

For this theme, I'm exploring one of my favorite headcanons: that Iola Black, who was disowned for marrying a Muggle several generations ago, was never forgotten by the women of the family, and her story was passed down as a cautionary tale.

Character Chic

A character sketch of Marietta Edgecombe. What sort of person is she? Why did she betray the D.A.? How does she move on with her life with broken trust, gaps in her memory, and a mistake she made at sixteen permanently scarred onto her face?

Marauders Era Misses

I've been promising an Emmeline-centric first war fic for a while, and it's finally on its way! Despite being a very background character in canon, she's someone I have a lot of headcanons about - and here, I'll be delving into aspects of her story that I've alluded to but didn't fully explore in other fics, especially Midnight Rain and To Have Loved and Lost.

Women of Color

An eighth year fic starring Padma Patil, who returns to Hogwarts after the battle to finish her education and figure out what comes next. How do you go back to your ordinary life after a year like the one she and her peers have just been through?

Rebels and Renegades

The fic version of this Tumblr post: Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon as Riddle Era women who remember Voldemort from their school days and are among the first to join the Order of the Phoenix. This is still very much a WIP and will probably be the longest fic I write for the fest - but luckily, the theme isn't until August, so I've still got plenty of time!

Next Gen Girlies

This was actually the first one I wrote for this summer's fest, featuring Molly and Lucy Weasley. The two sisters are very different people, but they love and support each other nevertheless. It's also yet another excuse for me to delve into the topic of squibs, which apparently I just can't stay away from.

[dramioneasks]

FF where they have a Halloween ball /dance at hogwarts?

Pixie Lips by hayjames - T, 3 chapters - “I didn’t want to believe it. Hermione Granger, our perfect golden girl, capable of such manipulation. I’m sure your Gryffindor pals were positively roaring at my expense.” - Hogwarts is embracing some Muggle traditions, but when identities are concealed at the All Hallows’ Eve Ball, the aftermath may be the scariest of them all. Seventh Year AU.

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm - E, 51 Chapters - For a moment, she’s almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy’s been ruined by this war and he’s as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He’s got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they’ll compare sizes.

All Hallows’ Eve By: MirroredSky - M, 2 chapters - It’s the night of October 31st. Invitations have been sent and accepted. Costumes are required and debauchery is encouraged. Ghostly delights emerge at every turn. Greatest fears are waiting to be uncovered. And Draco Malfoy is behaving inexplicably as always.

Something Wicked by astorianox - T, 5 chapters - Halloween 1998, the first since Voldemort’s demise. Hogwarts celebrates it’s first annual costume ball. Hermione has returned to Hogwarts, so has Malfoy who’s become some sort of wallflower. Despite it being Hermione’s favorite time of year, she’s distracted by Malfoy’s odd reclusiveness. Perhaps someone spiked the cider, but something’s definitely brewing between the pair.

The Masquerade by R.caseyseale - T, one shot - Draco decides to use the Halloween Masquerade Ball at Hogwarts as his chance to finally pursue the girl he has secretly liked for two years, Hermione Granger. This fanfic was the winner of the best overall and best feels award on the platform 9 ¾ October one shot fan fic writing contest! Thanks to Ariel riddle for the cover art!

The Samhain Ball by KittyleFay - E, one-shot - As Hogwarts hosts a masked ball for Samhain, Draco seeks solace from his boredom in a particularly extraordinary witch…and he has no idea who she is.

-Lisa

[charmsandtealeaves]

Fic Author Self Rec!

Thanks for the tag @cersxisbitch! I'm finally getting around to looking at all the things I've been tagged in while lost in the world of interview prep & illness.

When you get this, reply with your 5 favourite fics that you've written. Then pass it on to five other writers. Spread some self love.

I'll list mine in no particular order and with reasons why they're my favourite. 1. Brown Boots & Breakfast Bagels | 34k complete, Rated M, Jily AU

Lily’s love life was a tragedy of epic proportions and she had no brilliant strategy. But a chance encounter ends in a one night stand that blows her mind and leaves her wanting more. There’s just one problem… she doesn’t even know his name.

I hate a love/hate relationship with this fic. Stats wise it's my most popular and when I started writing and publishing I really enjoyed it. But as time passed I hit a bit of a writer's block and struggled to finish it - by the time I did I didn't like it much. But maybe that's just because I'm disappointed in myself with it?

2. Ties That Bind | 21k complete, Rated T, Jily soulmates AU

Lily Evans grew up with old wives tales about soul mates, but she'd never put much stock in the idea. Not until after she learned about the world of magic and the fact that soul bonds were a thing that actually existed. Which makes these strange new feelings and experiences that much more difficult to manage.

I wrote this one for March jilychallenge 2023. I'd never so much as read a soul mates AU before let alone written one, so it truly was a challenge. I was so nervous about it, but this fic was very positively received and it has some of my favourite comments on it.

3. Stripped Back To Basics | 11k complete, Rated M, Jily AU

In which Petunia probably regrets telling Lily to "put herself out there." Or: A Jily "Naked Attraction" AU

This one was my first ever collaborative fic with the forever wonderful @athenasparrow. Not only was working on this fic together an absolute joy - so was the feedback. Yes! Naked Attraction is an actual TV show filmed in the UK (and its broadcast in both Australia and New Zealand). I watched far too many episodes in order to get the feel of the fic just right compared to the real show.

4. Wake Me Up (When September Ends) | WIP, Rated M, Jily

Growing up is hard. Learning to love and be loved is even harder. What starts with a chance encounter shakes Lily Evans life up big time, just in time for her final year at Hogwarts.

I first started writing this fic over ten years ago. And this is my second time trying to finish it. So this one means a lot to me. There's a lot already pre-written and in need of editing and I'm still actively working on it. But I'm trying not to put pressure on myself about it like i did with BB&BB - I got sick and so my update schedule kinda went out the window and I'm not in the updating headspace for this particular fic right now. BUT I WILL FINISH IT.

5. Call Me By Name | WIP, Rated E, Jily AU

After a not-so-great breakup with a not-so-great boyfriend, Lily comes to the conclusion that if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Whether mechanically, hydraulically, or auditorily? She WILL find the key to that currently unreachable pleasure.

Very actively being published. I started writing this idea in my flu meds induced fugue state. Didn't intend to publish it but people in the jilymicros discord were very encouraging about it and I'm so glad they were. It's been so fun to write and the reaction has me dying. Writing fic has never felt this good!

Tagging: @athenasparrow , @kay-elle-cee , @annabtg, @missgryffin & @mppmaraudergirl

[triscribe]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

Double Act, a My Hero Academia fic, is one of the few multi-chapter AUs for *any* fandom that I've actually managed to finish, which I'm still insanely proud of even as several of its sequel stories linger gathering dust... (Also, this was the story where I first decided I needed a tabletop rp game for the kid characters to play, which led to me actually creating Wolfen & Warlocks in real life!)

Wake and Rise Again is definitely my favorite Avatar the Last Airbender story, especially now that I finally finished the final chapter and gave time traveler Katara a chance to beat Pakku in their original duel >:D

Birds Fly in Different Directions, the time travel story where I grabbed Every. Single. Jedi. And tossed them all from the moments of their deaths to a year pre-Clone War. There were several stops and starts as I figured out each chapter, but by the Force I got there in the end. Aaand now I'm giving myself a new set of headaches trying to write the follow-up, Gave My All Did My Best, which is the same AU but featuring the clones POV.

This one was a hard pick, but I think Riddles in the Dark might be my best "I take a hammer and I FIX the canon" fic for HP, with the newer Good Day Coming a close second. At this point I'm pretty much only continuing to post Hogwarts fan fiction out of spite, and these two AUs are my biggest Obliteration of the Author retaliations.

And last but not least, Footie Pajamas, a short little MCU fic that's actually inspired by a true family story. Features Peter Parker getting to be a hero as himself rather than Spider-man, if not in a way that does any good for Tony Stark's blood pressure.

[theresthesnitch]

25 and 26 for the self recs

Thanks friend!

Send me a self-rec ask!

25. A fic I'm still writing

Give me a Sign

Wolfstar, 3/? (probably 5, but not sure yet), 16k words

Deaf Remus Soulmate AU. I'm currently working through finishing my WIPs right now, and this one is probably right behind Chance would be a fine thing.

26. A fic I will never finish

No link because it was never posted, but I've got a Jily Voldemort Wins AU where Lily goes into hiding to keep from being killed as a muggleborn rather than going to Hogwarts, and ends up hiding at the Potter Mannor in some sort of muggle hiding underground scheme.

Honestly, I've always sort of held out hope that I would finally get around to writing this one, but part of the problem is some glaring plot holes that I just cannot figure out. Maybe I'll but my favorite beta reader @r33sespieces to help me figure out the plot to finally write it, but for right now, I just don't have the push to try.

[nicolasnelson]

Benlos fic - Let the Sparks Fly

Title: Let the Sparks Fly Relationship: Ben/Carlos De Vil, side of Mal/Evie, Harry/Uma, and Gil/Jane Additional Tags: Hogwarts AU, Christmas party, Getting back together, Fluff and angst Chapters: 1/3 Words: 3,687

Ben Florian comes from a long line of pureblood wizards, so he must keep his relationship with Carlos De Vil, a muggleborn wizard, a secret. When Ben's relationship with Carlos is threatened, he decides to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and host a Christmas party. With luck, he can win Carlos back.

Written for DearDescendants’ 12 Days of Holidays, Day 7 - Holidays in Hogwarts

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Carlos De Vil walked back and forth past the spot on the wall three times with one thought on his mind. Give me a place where I can make out with my secret boyfriend.

The door appeared as it always did, and he eagerly turned the doorknob and slipped inside. It was quiet inside the Room of Requirement. A couch, a cozy fireplace, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies welcomed him. Christmas decorations were draped over the mantelpiece and strung across the walls, and a Christmas tree stood in the corner, decked with glittering ornaments.

Carlos sat down before the roaring fire and nibbled on the cookies while he waited for his boyfriend to arrive. They always staggered their arrival times. They couldn’t come at the same time for fear of being caught. If anyone saw them go into the room together, they’d know what they were to each other.

The door creaked. Carlos tensed, looking over his shoulder. He didn’t know why he was always so worried that someone else would follow him in. The room was good about keeping out unwanted guests. It was the paranoia that came with dating someone in secret.

“Carlos, sorry I’m late. Practice ran a little long.”

“It’s okay. You are a Quidditch legend.”

Ben chuckled. “That’s no excuse.”

Carlos walked over to his boyfriend and kissed his cheek. “Really, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Thanks, but that’s less time we have to spend together before I leave for Christmas break.” Ben wrapped his arms around Carlos’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Carlos’s heart fluttered. He ran his fingers through Ben’s hair, tugging at those silky locks, desperate to be closer to him. His breath was hot against his cheek as Ben’s lips ghosted over his skin. Ben whispered into his ear. “I’m really going to miss you. I wish you could come with me.”

“I could,” Carlos said. He’d thought about this a lot, and he had a whole speech prepared. “We’ve been dating for six months now. I know we wanted to keep it a secret in the beginning, to see if it was going anywhere, but I’m ready to tell people now. If you are.”

Ben wasn’t smiling like Carlos had hoped. His expression was frozen, cold. He took a step back. “You know I care about you a lot, and I want to continue dating you, but it feels like it’s too soon.”

“Just last month you said you wanted to tell people.”

“I know, but things change.”

“You don’t like me anymore?”

Ben stepped closer and ran his fingers along Carlos’s arm. “Hey, I definitely still like you.”

“Then why don’t you want to tell people anymore? It’s not like you’re in the closet or anything. You told everyone when you were dating Aziz, and you guys weren’t even together half a year. Why am I any different?”

Ben winced. He took Carlos’s hand into his own. “You know why. I would love to spend Christmas with you. Truly, Carlos. I want nothing more than that, but my parents would never allow it. We could be friends publicly, but anything more than that...”

Carlos felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. “I thought you didn’t care about blood purity. You’re friends with halfbloods and muggleborns alike. All this time you’ve said you were okay with waiting to tell people about us for my sake, but you never wanted anyone to know ever.”

“It’s not like that, Carlos. I would love to tell people. But you know how my parents are. They would never accept someone muggleborn into the family.”

“So you’re just going to listen to them then? Follow their stupid belief that purebloods and muggleborns can’t mix.”

“I wish things were different.” Ben gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “If you weren’t muggleborn, I’d tell everyone about you, I swear.”

Carlos smiled, but there was no happiness behind it. He felt a coldness in his chest. He’d expected this kind of behavior from his ex. Chad had actually called him that ugly word on the daily. “My precious mudblood,” like it was supposed to be a compliment. Chad was a pureblood Slytherin, and his family was obsessed with blood purity. He’d been upfront that their relationship had to remain secret.

But Ben had lied to him. He’d made him think this time would be different, and that made it all the worse. It didn’t matter that Carlos had proven himself time and again. He was top of his class and had earned more house points for Ravenclaw than any other member of his house, including his best friend Evie. But he was still muggleborn, and that would always follow him.

“I can’t do this,” Carlos said, feeling that everything inside the room was wrong.

“Can’t do what?” Ben’s eyes filled with concern.

Carlos hated what he was about to do, but he couldn’t stand to be with someone who had lied to him, someone who would never be open about their relationship. He couldn’t live his life in the shadows. “I can’t be with you anymore. You don’t understand what it’s like for me, to have to always date in secret. To have every person I’ve ever been with be too ashamed to introduce me to anyone. All because I have ‘dirty blood.’ You’re supposed to be kind and loyal. Isn’t that what Hufflepuffs are all about? I thought things would be different with you, but they’re not. It’s all the same as it’s ever been.”

“Hey, hey.” Ben pulled him into a hug. “I’m not ashamed of you. I told you, I don’t care about all that blood supremacy crap the Slytherins are so keen on. Chad Charming, Audrey Rose, and Anthony Tremaine can preach it all they want, but I’m not like them. I promise.”

Carlos pushed Ben away. “Then why do we have to stay a secret?”

“Because…” Ben looked hesitant, like he was afraid to tell him the real reason.

“Please, Ben, don’t lie to me. You’ve done enough of that already.”

Ben straightened his shoulders, nodding. “Okay, I’ll tell you the truth, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Ben smiled. “I know. You’re tough. I really like that about you. Listen, Carlos, the truth is, I already told my parents about you. Not you specifically, but that I was dating a boy who was muggleborn. They were both happy I found someone I really care about, but my father asked me to keep our relationship a secret. He wants to be the new Minister for Magic, you see. If people find out his son is dating someone muggleborn, he’ll lose the support of most of the purebloods. This is his dream, Carlos. I can’t risk ruining that for him.”

“Hogwash,” Carlos said, disgusted. “You hate your father. Ever since you got sorted into Hufflepuff instead of following your family legacy of Gryffindors, he’s treated you like crap. So the only reason I can see you supporting him is if you’re hoping to gain something once he’s the Minister for Magic.”

Ben bit his lip. “It’s for the good of the wizarding community. I want to make things equal between all classes. No more blood supremacy. No more house elves enslaved to wizards. If he becomes the Minister, I’ll have a chance of getting a high-ranking position at the Ministry once I graduate. I can make a real difference, make everyone’s lives better, and then one day it won’t matter to anyone else that you’re muggleborn. We can be open about everything then.”

“It’s a beautiful dream, Ben, but it’ll never happen,” Carlos said. “Two wizarding wars and everything is still the same. Chad and Anthony still bully me. Audrey still hexes me any chance she gets. Professor Honeymaren still tells me I’m doing well for a muggleborn, and she’s one of the nicer teachers. I actually think it’s gotten worse for muggleborns since the Second Wizarding War.”

Ben opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, then closed it. He nodded, rubbing his hands together. “I can see this relationship would never have worked anyways. I need to be with someone who believes in me.”

“I didn’t say—”

“You’ve said enough, Carlos. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Shoulders hunched, Ben turned around and walked out of the room.

The Christmas decorations disappeared into thin air, all the cheer gone with his departure. Carlos sank bad into the armchair, hugging his legs to his chest. He leaned his head on his knees and let himself cry.

His gaze shifted to the table where the cookies had been. Now it held a tissue box and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. He huffed. “Seriously, you stupid room. It just had to be Ben’s favorite brand.”

The ice cream disappeared as if the room had heard him. This was going to be a miserable Christmas.

…

Ben knelt down in front of his suitcase in his dormitory. He folded his black-and-yellow knitted scarf and placed it gingerly beside his Wizard Card collection. Many of the cards had been gifts from Carlos. He had a particular talent for finding and trading cards with fellow wizards. Even Ben who was incredibly social could never navigate the world of Wizard Trading Cards at Hogwarts so well as Carlos.

He put his Alchemy textbook on top of the card collection, determined to get Carlos off his mind. They had broken up. It had been mutual. This would be better for both of them. They wouldn’t have to be paranoid about sneaking around all the time. He’d be able to focus on Quidditch more. Maybe his team could even win the Quidditch Cup this year.

“You look sad.”

Ben looked up, startled.

Gil sat on the bed across from him. He was knitting another scarf in Hufflepuff colors. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine, man. It’s just, you’re getting to go home for the holidays when a lot of us aren’t. My parents are muggles, and they hate that I’m a wizard. They only take me back in the summer because they have to. And my brothers bully me the whole time.”

“It’s hard to imagine anyone bullying you,” Ben admitted. Gil was so strong, the best beater the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had ever seen.

“They’re bigger and stronger than me. I’ve always been the runt of the family.” Gil looked sheepish.

Ben was afraid to see what the rest of Gil’s family looked like. Maybe something like the giants he’d seen in his textbooks. “I’m sorry about your family.”

Gil shrugged. “It is what it is. You’re incredibly lucky, Ben. I’d be happy if I had a loving family to go back to, that’s all I’m saying.” He smiled shyly and looked down at his knitting.

“You’re right,” Ben said, suddenly feeling like Hogwarts’s biggest idiot. Gil had a remarkable talent for seeing the heart of the matter while Ben got caught up in the details. “Why am I going home for Christmas, when I could do so much good here?”

He’d been so caught up on getting into politics that he’d forgotten he could help the people around him. So many kids didn’t have happy homes to go back to, Carlos included. Okay, so maybe a part of him wanted to do this to win Carlos back, but mostly he wanted to practice what he preached. He would be welcoming and warm to all the students at Hogwarts, regardless of their blood status.

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to guilt you into staying. I was just trying to cheer you up.”

Ben laughed, closing his suitcase. He would unpack everything later. Right now he had plans to make. “You did that too. Don’t worry, Gil. I want to stay. I’m going to make this the best Christmas ever for all the sixth-years staying over the holidays.”

Gil dropped his knitting, beaming from ear-to-ear. “Really?”

“Absolutely. I’ll show you what a wizard Christmas is like. It’ll be, well, magical.”

Gil giggled, absolutely delighted.

Ben knew it would take a lot of work putting together everything, and he didn’t have a lot of time, but he knew just who to ask for help.

He found her in the common room helping a fourth-year, Artie Pendragon, decorate a Christmas card. They were seated at one of the round tables, art supplies piled up high on top of it.

“Hey, Jane.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “When you’re free, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, we’re almost done.” She set the glue stick aside and handed the card to Artie. “Just write your message on the inside. Make it special. I’m sure your mother will love it.” She stood up, beaming. “What is it, Ben?”

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Jane laughed. “I’d better bundle up then. I am not used to all this snow.”

Ben chuckled, pulling his gloves from his jacket pocket. “Me neither.”

Outside the air was nippy, but Ben found it to be refreshing. It felt like he was looking at Hogwarts in the snow for the first time. Usually he was in such a rush to get home for the holidays. He barely paid any attention to the snow-capped castle. It was truly breath-taking.

“Are you heading home soon?” Jane asked.

“No, I’m actually staying for Christmas this year.”

Jane perked up, her blue eyes wide. Her whole face brightened. “Oh, Ben, that’s wonderful. I’m staying too. I was going to go see my uncle again, but he cancelled at the last minute. Being the head of the Department of Magical Education keeps him busy. You know how that is.”

Ben did. His father was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He had started as an auror and risen through the ranks. Some years he was barely home for the holidays, but thankfully his mother was always there to keep him company.

“I want to host a Christmas party for all the sixth-years staying for the holidays,” Ben announced.

“Oh, really? That’s amazing, Ben, but what gave you that idea? It’s not like you to give up your holidays like that.”

“Yes, that’s exactly the problem. It should be like me. I care about all the students at Hogwarts, and during the holidays a lot of them don’t have families who accept them. Gil was telling me about his awful family. I can’t believe I’ve been so selfish all these years. I have to do something for these kids, Jane.”

Jane jumped up and down, grabbing onto Ben’s arm. “That’s perfect. I wonder why I never thought of that either. And here I was planning how I would manage to sneak all the best foods out of the kitchens so I could have a Christmas feast in my room. Talk about selfish.”

Ben laughed. “Carlos would say that is such a Hufflepuff thing to say.”

“Carlos?” Jane eyed him curiously. “I didn’t realize you guys were friends.”

Ben took a deep breath, wondering if this was the right thing to do. Carlos had wanted everyone to know about them, so telling Jane would be okay, right? “We’re not. But I’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately.” 

“You like him?” Jane guessed, smiling.

“I do. I really, really do. And I told my parents, but they don’t want me to tell anyone else.”

“Because he’s a boy? Weren’t you and Aziz a thing for a little while?”

Ben nodded. “My parents loved Aziz because he’s a pureblood and a Gryffindor. They actually tried to convince me not to break up with him when I got tired of him being so ‘on’ all the time, you know?”

“Oh, and Carlos is muggleborn. I forgot about that. But Gil’s muggleborn too, and your parents don’t care that you’re friends with him.”

“But they would care if I was dating him. My dad wants to be the Minister for Magic. He needs the support of the purebloods to get elected.”

Jane sighed, shaking her head. “Blood politics are ridiculous, you know that? You shouldn’t care about how your dating life will affect your father. It’s your life. Live it. If you like Carlos, then you should go for him. He’s staying for the holidays, right? I’m sure we could arrange a romantic moment alone for the two of you so you could confess your feelings for him. Awww, Ben, you could get together on Christmas.”

“Don’t get carried away. I would love to date him, but I’d have to keep it a secret.”

“That is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m dating Gil.” She cracked a smile.

“Wait, you are?”

“Yeah. It’s not like we’ve been trying to hide it. I don’t care that his parents are muggles, and he doesn’t care that I come from a long, long line of purebloods. It really doesn’t have to be as complicated as you’re making it out to be.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not me. Everyone expects so much from me. I’m a Florian. Our family name means something around here. I can’t let my father down.”

Jane put her hand on his arm. “But you’re letting yourself down. Doing good things for other people is certainly nice, but you need to do things for yourself too. You can’t live your life entirely for other people. What do you want, Ben?”

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been asked that before, but the answer was clear to him. “I want to be with Carlos.”

…

Carlos was studying with Evie, Jay, and Mal in the library. Well, Carlos and Evie were studying. Jay and Mal were goofing off as usual. The two Gryffindors had never cared much for getting good grades.

They had all finished their exams, anyways. Carlos was just studying to get his mind off Ben, and Evie rarely left a book for more than a few minutes at a time. Unless of course she was spending time alone with her girlfriend Mal. Right now Mal was leaning against her, fiddling with a new toy she’d picked up at the joke shop.

“Where are we going to celebrate Christmas this year?” Carlos asked offhandedly. “The Room of Requirement again?”

“Actually, Ben has already booked the Room of Requirement,” Jay said, tossing a sugar quill at Mal, who caught it in her teeth. She broke the quill in half and offered a portion to Evie, who took it with a gleeful smile and kissed Mal on the cheek.

“Are you serious?” Carlos asked. “But I thought he was going home for the break.”

Jay shrugged. “I guess he changed his mind. Gil said he’s planning a big party for the sixth-years.”

Evie perked up, chewing on her sugar quill. “Oh, we should go to that then. It’s a lot of work to organize our own party every year.” She gave Carlos a look. Every year the two of them ended up doing all the work.

Carlos wasn’t really sure how to feel about all this. Ben was staying for the holidays and hadn’t told him. Had he known when they met in the Room of Requirement yesterday?

“I don’t know,” Carlos said. “It’ll probably be a bunch of purebloods. Doesn’t sound like much fun.”

Evie shot him an annoyed glare. She clearly did not want to waste time with decorations this year.

“Most of the purebloods have gone home for the holidays,” Mal said, examining her nails. “I think the only purebloods there will be Ben and Jane. Maybe Ally and Jordan. All good people.”

“But we don’t know any of them very well,” Carlos argued.

Jay laughed, chewing on the end of his sugar quill. “Speak for yourself, I’ve flirted with Jane, Ally, and Jordan. Probably all the girls in our year.”

“Even Mal?” Evie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jay shrugged his shoulders. “You guys weren’t dating yet, and she shot me down so fast.”

Mal laughed, reaching for her girlfriend’s hand. “You have nothing to worry about, Evie.” They shared a quick kiss, and Evie relaxed against her, lowering her book into her lap.

“I’m wondering who I should try to kiss under the mistletoe this year,” Jay said. “Maybe Jane?”

“No, she’s dating Gil LeGume,” Mal said. “Aren’t you guys friends? Don’t want to mess with the bro code.” She chuckled darkly.

“Maybe I’ll kiss Carlos then.” He waggled his eyebrows at him.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.” Jay was just joking about kissing him, and even if he wasn’t, Carlos was too hung up on Ben to think about kissing anyone else.

“I guess I’ll just have to see who’s at the party. If all else fails, I can always snag a kiss from Ben Florian.”

Carlos clutched his book tightly, fighting hard not to react. It was okay if Jay kissed Ben. It wasn’t like he owned Ben or anything. But the thought of the two of them together in public, with Ben not ashamed to be seen with Jay. It brought him a special kind of hurt.

“As if Ben would kiss you,” Mal said with a laugh.

Carlos jumped. For a moment it felt like the words were directed at him, but she was smiling at Jay. Of course.

“Anyways, I think Evie and I have a much better shot with him.” Mal smiled wickedly. “The more the merrier on Christmas, right?”

Carlos picked up his books. “I just remembered I’m supposed to meet Doug to work on a project.”

“A’ight. See you later.” Jay saluted him.

No one even questioned that he was working on a project on the first day of winter break. Maybe it was because they assumed he was studious enough that he would start on it an entire month early, or maybe they just didn’t care that much about him. Either way, he could sense he was going to have a lonely Christmas this year.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARTA!!!

So, today is the birthday of one of my very favorite people in this fandom, @snowbellewells​!!!! And to celebrate, I finally got down a fic that’s been rattling around in my head for the better part of a year. I so hope you enjoy it, my friend!!! Thank you so much for all your love and support, but most of all, your friendship over the years! You mean so much to me and I hope this little offering conveys that to you!! Happiest of birthdays, love!!!

Thank you to @jrob64​ for her beta help and second pair of eyes on the artwork and also to @hollyethecurious​ who has listened to me whine about this fic since the inspiration first hit me and encouraged me to write it in the first place. And then finally to @cosette141​ for the idea of Angsty August and gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get this written. Love ya, ladies!!!

Fic Summary: Inspired by Burn the Ships by For King and Country, lyrics below. Bar wench Emma Swan has a chance encounter with Pirate Captain Killian Jones who changes her life forever.

Rating: M (Violence and Smut)

Words: 6640

Tags: AU, Golden Age of Piracy, References to Non Con, References to Prostitution, Smut, Violence, TW Physical Abuse, References to Physical Abuse,  Major Character Death, Fiery and Well Deserved Death of a Majorly Horrible Person, That Would Be Neal Y’all...

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Inspired by Burn the Ships by For King and Country

How did we get here?

All castaway on a lonely shore

I can see in your eyes, dear

It's hard to take for a moment more

We've got to

Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And don't you look back

Don't let it arrest you

This fear is fear of fallin' again

And if you need a refuge

I will be right here until the end

Oh, it's time to

Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And don't you look back

So long to shame, walk through the sorrow

Out of the fire into tomorrow

So flush the pills, face the fear

Feel the wave disappear

We're comin' clear, we're born again

Our hopeful lungs can breathe again

Oh, we can breathe again

Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And don't you look back

And don't you look back

And don't you look back

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

Out of the Fire, Into Tomorrow

Emma Swan looked toward the door as it opened to admit a rather large group of men.

Pirates, she thought, suppressing a shudder and turning away from the newcomers.

She would avoid them as long as she could. But spying Neal behind the counter and registering the lustful gleam in his eye as his attention moved between them and her, she knew it wouldn’t be long. There were no patrons of the seaside tavern more laden with gold than pirates- or more specifically, pirate captains- and it was her job, as well as the other wenches employed at The Dark Hollow, to show them a good time and relieve them of said gold. And since she was Neal’s prized possession, he expected her to entertain the captain. He seemed to get off on the knowledge that he could parse her out to infamous and dangerous men every night, and still call her back to his side at a moment’s notice, letting everyone know who she really belonged to.

She turned toward Ruby and Mary Margaret and shared a brief look of commiseration, before turning her resigned gaze to Neal’s angry countenance. He jerked his head toward the group as they settled at several tables near the large hearth.

Inhaling deeply and loosening her corset just a bit, she made her way over to the pirates.

“What can I bring you, boys?”

The captain looked up at her, and Emma felt her breath catch. Pirates, as a general rule, were not handsome, nor were they clean or well groomed. This man, however, broke- actually shattered- every one of those rules.

Inky black hair, just the right side of grabbable, flopped over his brow. His eyes were the color of the ocean, and his sharp jawline was covered with scruff the same color as his hair, with hints of auburn reflecting in the firelight. He was broad shouldered and lean, and she could just see the defined muscles of his chest in between the deeply opened shirt, over which he wore a blood red waistcoat. A silver necklace with several charms hanging from it lay nestled in a thick thatch of chest hair. The man was literally breathtaking.

Shaking her head slightly, she realized he was apparently just as dumbstruck by her as she was by him. His mouth hung slightly open, and stunned appreciation mixed with equal parts desire swam in his eyes. Never breaking his gaze, he reached for her hand and brought it towards his luscious mouth.

“Captain Killian Jones, milady,” he murmured, brushing her knuckles with his lips. “Might I have the honor of knowing your name?”

“Emma Swan.”

“Lovely to meet you, Miss Emma.” He kissed her knuckles again before speaking. “A round of ale for my crew, and a bottle of your best rum for myself and…” he trailed away, waggling his eyebrows, the invitation clear in his eyes.

“I’d be delighted, Captain,” she replied in complete honesty.

She turned away from the captivating captain toward Neal. Her steps faltered slightly as she took in the stormy visage on his face. As soon as she reached him, Neal grabbed her by the arm and all but hauled her over the bar toward him. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out, but the tears still gathered in her eyes from the pain of his vice-like grip.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at him,” he hissed in her ear. “Or the way he was looking at you.” He pulled back just enough to spear her with his gaze. “Just remember who you belong to. I’ll be expecting a hefty pay day when you return tonight.”

Emma didn’t answer him, but he released her and began to fill the round of tankards. He turned back to her, the anger in his eyes still clear. Her arm where he’d grabbed her throbbed as she picked up the full tray. She knew there’d be a colorful bruise there in the morning.

Approaching the pirates again, she took in the angry expression on the captain’s face and caught her breath. Where Neal’s gaze and anger were focused on her, the captain’s rage was directed at Neal. She knew he witnessed what Neal did and his apparent fury caused a feeling of safety that was wholly unfamiliar to settle around her shoulders. For all Neal’s talk of how much he loved her, how no one would care for her the way he did, just the few moments of interaction with Captain Killian Jones made it abundantly clear that everything Neal had been telling her for years was nothing more than a blatant falsehood.

A fierce longing rose in her chest. A longing to get away from here. A longing for freedom. A longing for… she didn’t know what exactly, but when she looked at him, she had a feeling she’d found it.

She set her burden down on one of the tables, Ruby and Mary Margaret right behind her, and started handing out the full tankards. She didn’t miss the smiles and brightened eyes between her friends and two of the more attractive pirates in the crew. It made her smile to herself as she turned toward the captain.

He stood and grasped her forearm gently, staying well away from where Neal had grabbed her. His eyes were filled with compassion and Emma’s heartbeat thundered in her chest in response.

“Are you alright, lass?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “It’s no worse than what’s come before. Many times, in fact.”

Killian’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed as he looked back at Neal. She held up the bottle of rum, catching his attention once again. He smiled, taking the bottle from her and grasped her hand in his own before leading her toward a more secluded table at the back of the tavern.

He sat down and drew her into his lap, then poured them both a drink. He was so gentle with her, she didn’t really know what to do with herself. Her experience with pirates was nothing short of brutal. One didn’t become a pirate captain by treating others, much less a bar wench, with gentleness. And her previous experiences only cemented that fact in her mind. In all the years she’d been “employed” here and all the men she’d “entertained” over those years, there had never been any thought or consideration for her comfort, her needs. Nothing but merciless violence against her body. The best she could hope for was a partner who was indifferent. At least then she wouldn’t be too bruised or even broken to move the next day. But the vast majority of the time, the patrons seemed to believe that the high price to engage her for the evening meant they could do literally anything they wanted to her, and they often did. Many times over the years, particularly cruel men had left her with broken fingers, a collarbone, and even ribs on one occasion.

But looking into Captain Killian Jones’ eyes now, she knew he was different from any other man she’d ever met.

She raised her glass to her lips and tipped it back, draining it in one swallow. The sweet burn down her throat made her hiss in pleasure before looking at him again.

“So tell me, Captain,” she purred, “What brings you to these parts? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“That’s because you haven’t,” he affirmed, refilling their glasses. “If I’d ever met you before, you can be sure, I’d be back. Regularly.” His finger traced the apple of her cheek as she threw the drink back. The intensity in his gaze and tenderness in his touch set her heart aflutter, making it difficult to catch her breath. “At least until I could convince you to join me on board my ship.” He drained his glass and looked around at the seediness of the tavern, his teeth bared in disapproval. “To take you away from this.” He looked back into her eyes, the banked heat in his making a shiver work its way down her spine. “And to your question of what brings me here- opportunity. My fortunes in New England were rather dismal, so I thought we’d move south, see what I could find here to use to my, and my men’s, advantage.”

“I see,” she said. “And what have you found?”

His eyes darkened and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Emma couldn’t breathe for a moment.

“I think my fortunes are looking up.” There was no doubt that he was talking about her. Fear gripped her. A fear of the unknown. A fear of the future. A fear of change. But curiously, not a fear of him. He moved toward her slowly, giving her ample time to pull away if she wished, before gently pressing his lips to hers. There was that word again- gentle. She’d never been treated with such gentleness and respect before. She gasped, her mouth opening for him. He immediately took advantage, but the gentleness was unchanged as his tongue met her own. The fear she’d felt before he kissed her melted away completely into trust and hope. Trust in him and hope for the future.

A low groan reached her ears as he pulled her closer to him, his hand tangling in her hair and cupping the back of her head as if she were a priceless treasure. Her arm still throbbed where Neal had grabbed her, but it didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around him and holding on for all she was worth. His scent- notes of leather and the sea, along with something that was just inexplicably him- filled her nostrils, and another shiver worked its way down her spine as his other hand began to explore. The shadows were enough that she didn’t worry about anyone seeing what was going on between them in the corner, but as his lips left hers and trailed light, teasing kisses along her jaw and the slope of her neck, she knew they should adjourn to somewhere more private. Soon.

It almost killed her to do it, but she pulled away from him and stood. His pupils were blown with arousal and she could see the hard ridge of his cock through his leathers. Fingers still entwined, she tugged until he stood next to her. He grabbed the neck of the bottle with his other hand as she collected the two glasses in hers.

Not releasing his hand, she led him to the stairs that took them to the rooms above the tavern. As soon as the door shut behind them, Killian took the glasses from her and set them and the rum down on the small table by the door. He grabbed Emma and spun her into his arms, capturing her mouth with a passion she’d never known.

His fervent desire was tempered by a care and tenderness that had her blossoming under his touch. His tongue stroked hers, one hand resuming its place in her golden locks, the other stroking her exposed skin above her corset, lighting a fire within her that threatened to blaze out of control. His lips left hers again, trailing down her jaw, neck, and decolletage while his hands went to work on the laces of her corset. Emma’s head fell back as he lavished attention to the newly exposed skin, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

A shuddering exhale left her as his tongue circled the sensitive bud and his teeth gently bit down, bringing it to an almost painful point. He switched sides, his fingers attending to the neglected breast. The pleasure was almost too much, the coil in her belly tightening, tightening, and tightening even further. She knew what was happening, but it was something she’d never personally experienced before.

He moved them toward the bed on the other side of the room, his arms reaching behind her to loosen the skirt and petticoat she wore. His passion left her dizzy, but once they began moving, she went to work on his clothing- pushing the heavy leather duster from his shoulders before unsnapping the clasps from his waistcoat and finishing the buttons on his shirt underneath it all. Once his torso was bare to her, she buried her fingers in the hair on his chest, delighting in the softness she found there. She kissed her way down until she knelt before him, the laces of his leathers in front of her. She set to work with alacrity, Killian’s hands on her shoulders, gently caressing her skin. Tears, different from those earlier, filled her eyes. She’d never been the object of such unadulterated desire and tenderness before and it left her trembling with want and expectation.

She stood on the precipice of something, she knew not what, but every touch, every kiss, every sigh of pleasure only served to make her more certain that her life was about to change. Forever.

She pushed his leathers down his strong legs, his cock bobbing proudly in front of her. She looked up at his beautiful face through her lashes and licked her lips before darting her tongue out to the tip where a bead of precum gathered. Killian groaned as she went to work on him in earnest, sucking him between her lips.

“Gods, Emma! Yes, just like that, darling,” he moaned as she bobbed up and down on his length. She wasn’t nearly ready to release him when he tugged on her hair, pleading with her to stop. “I don’t want to come like this, love. Let me see you. Please,” he begged. She released him with a pop and stood before him on shaky legs, her skirt and everything underneath left on the floor.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He stood staring at her a few moments longer before reaching for her hand and drawing her again into his embrace. His lips captured hers as he turned them toward the bed. Moving backward, she sat down heavily when her legs met the edge. She moved toward the headboard and Killian followed her, his eyes glowing with something she didn’t dare try to define. He moved up her body, kissing, stroking, nipping, and licking his way up. When his eyes landed on the hand shaped bruise on her upper arm, she saw a flash of anger and then a softness and care that she’d never had directed toward her as he leaned over the discoloration and kissed it softly. “I’m so sorry he did this to you, love,” he breathed.

She didn’t have a chance to respond before he captured her lips again. The tenderness and affection he showered her with, using only his tongue, was so overwhelming, she was almost literally melting in his embrace. His fingers ran lightly down her sides until he cupped where she was hot, wet, and wanting. She was so aroused, his finger slipped in easily sending her spiraling, chasing her release that was now closer than ever.

“Yes, that’s it, love,” he whispered in her ear, “Take what you need.” The tension within her was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Pure pleasure pushing her higher and higher and higher until she thought she’d spontaneously combust from the exquisite torture she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to end. His lips and teeth closed over her nipple and the coil snapped with a blinding, mind numbing, cascade of bliss completely enveloping her. She floated on a cloud of euphoria for some time afterward before she became aware of herself and her surroundings once again.

She could only open her eyes halfway, the lids so heavy in the aftermath of her pleasure. She was met with eyes as blue as the sea filled with a joy and satisfaction that was wholly unexpected.

“There you are, love,” he murmured. “Did you enjoy that?”

She felt a wet stickiness on her belly and her eyes snapped open and looked down to where his cock lay flaccid. Heat flooded her cheeks and she covered her face in shame.

“Oh, Gods,” she cried.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he rushed to reassure her, “None of that.” He took her hands in his own and drew them away from her face. “When you broke, darling, I couldn’t stop myself. You were breathtaking.”

“But I…”

“No ‘buts’, Emma,” he crooned, kissing the tip of her nose. “We have all night. I’m not letting you get away. Not tonight. Not ever.”

Her eyes widened at his declaration. After his earlier statement of joining him on his ship, was he truly saying what she thought he was saying?

He drew her close into the shelter of his embrace and she touched her forehead to his chest. She knew he was different moments after meeting him, but his tenderness downstairs and then gentle lovemaking and his lack of indignation at her failure to meet his needs simply confirmed what her heart was telling her- she’d never met anyone like him, and she belonged with him.

“What do you mean?”

A tender kiss was placed on her head before he spoke. “When I saw what he did to you downstairs, I felt rage like I had never known,” he confessed. “That he could treat you like that, like nothing more than a possession, was more than I could stand.” His arms tightened around her even as his eyes darted between her own. “Come with me, Emma,” he urged her. “I can get you away from him. I’ll take you far from here. I’ll protect you. You can step into a new day. Tomorrow can be a new day for us both. Together.”

“How can you say that? You don’t know me at all,” she exclaimed. “You might be sorry you made this offer in a week, a month, a year.” She paused a moment, searching his countenance for any hint of a lie. She found none. “How do I know you won’t leave me?” she whispered.

“I don’t have to know you well to know that you are an extraordinary and precious woman,” he assured her. “One who does not deserve to be treated like I saw you treated downstairs. And if you consent to come with me, you will never be mistreated again.” He paused, looking intently into her eyes and stroking her cheek with his finger. “You’re a bit of an open book, and I can see in your eyes, my dear, you’re close to breaking. Breaking underneath the yoke he has on you. You can cut those ties. You can feel the weight of them disappear.”

She wanted to believe him. She desperately wanted to trust him. But the fear Neal had instilled in her over the years wasn’t so easily vanquished.

“Neal took me in when I was fifteen, an orphan and a runaway,” she said, tears filling her eyes. “It wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always like this. He didn’t make me start doing this until I’d been with him a few years. But either way, all these years I’ve been with him, he’s made sure I was fed and clothed, had a roof over my head. He says he loves me, that I’m necessary to him. He’s made me necessary, Killian. I don’t know if I can walk away from that.”

“Emma, necessary means something you can’t do without,” he explained. “From what I observed downstairs, that is not how you treat someone who is necessary to you.” His darkened blue gaze pierced her own before he spoke again. “To me, however,” he took her hands in his and kissed the pad of each of her fingers in turn, “you are very much necessary. I can’t do without you. Please, Emma. Come with me. I’ll be your refuge,” he promised. “You’ll never have to fear again.”

She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw more there than she’d ever seen in Neal’s eyes. Could she do it? Could she really leave Neal and this life behind? The look in Killian’s eyes bolstered her weakened resolve and she nodded slowly before drawing his face down to hers for another kiss, full of love and tenderness. The kiss quickly turned heated, as tongues tangled and hands began to roam. She was barely touching him and he was already at half mast. She giggled into his mouth as she stroked him to full hardness. He thrust into her hands, a low groan passing his lips.

Pushing on his shoulders until he lay flat on the bed, she rose above him and straddled his hips, grinding down on his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his hands gripped her hips tightly. She wouldn’t mind sporting those bruises the next day. He lifted her off of him, the strength necessary for that action making her mouth dry in desire.

“I need to taste you, darling. Please,” he begged. Emma was shocked. Oral was not something she’d ever had performed on her, although it was a rare night she wasn’t expected to do it for her clients. She caught her breath and slowly positioned herself over his face. A gasp escaped her lips as he licked a long stripe through her sodden folds and she bent over until she hovered over his rigid cock, bobbing proudly against his stomach. She licked and laved at the tip before closing her mouth over it.

Emma shuddered as Killian continued to work her and she put forth all her skill at wrecking him as he had wrecked her earlier. Killian’s fingers plunged into her channel and his lips sucked hard on her clit, sending her flying. She released him and shuddered through her climax. She was too sated to move, but she refused to allow what happened last time to happen again. She dragged herself around and positioned him at her entrance. Their eyes met, a dazed clash of viridian green and cobalt blue, as she sank down upon him. A rapturous chorus of moans emerged from them both and combined into a melodious duet as they moved together in a dance from the dawn of creation.

“Killian, I think…” she gasped, “I’m gonna…” she inhaled sharply as she ground down on him, falling over that precipice once again.

“Yes, Emma, darling,” he praised. “Take me there with you.” His hips met hers one last time and she felt his throbbing release deep within her.

Emma collapsed against him, thoroughly exhausted and sated. She’d heard that sex could be as pleasureable for the woman as it was for the man, but she’d never experienced it herself. And to climax three times? She never would have believed it if she hadn’t lived it. He was stroking her back, drawing nonsensical pictures into the sweat that remained on her skin.

“So you’ll come with me?” he asked. She had a sudden thought and raised her eyes to his.

“Can Ruby and Mary Margaret come with us?” she asked. “They’re my family, and they seemed to be getting on well with two of your men.”

“We’ll have to see how all of this pans out, but I give you my word, if they want to come with us, they will.”

She moved up and captured his lips with her own in a kiss full of gratefulness.

“Thank you, Killian.” She laid her head back down on his bare chest and drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~

The next morning, Killian’s eyes opened just as dawn touched the horizon. He looked down to see the beautiful Emma Swan still sound asleep in his arms. A small smile touched his lips as he thought back to their time together overnight. They’d woken twice after they initially came together, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh until the wee hours of the morning. He was surprised he was still awake so early after all that, but once a sailor, always a sailor. He’d probably wake with the sun for as long as he lived, no matter what happened the night before.

He sighed. It’d certainly be nice to awaken Emma slowly, erotically, but after the night they’d shared, she definitely needed her rest. And Killian had plans to make and provisions to acquire.

She’d agreed to come away with him. As his thoughts turned to the bastard who purported to “own” Emma, a frown furrowed his brow and he further tightened his arms around her. What would he give to be able to publicly denounce the man and avenge his treatment of his love?

His love.

Yes, he truly did love her. The connection he’d felt with her since she entered his field of vision the night before was something he’d never experienced. And then holding her in his arms and loving her throughout the night only settled that same conviction deep in his heart. He would never regret asking her to come away with him, to give him a chance to show her what love, true love, really looked like.

He disentangled himself from the beauty at his side and smiled when she snuggled down further into the blankets that had covered them. He washed in the basin and then donned his scattered clothing before he found a paper and pen on the small writing desk on the other side of the room. He wrote Emma a brief note explaining his absence and promising her that he’d return for her this evening after seeing to his duties. Reaching into one of the many hidden pockets inside his duster, he withdrew a bag of gold that would hopefully appease the ire Emma would surely be subject to for remaining with one patron for the entire night. He made his way back over to the bed and gently stroked his knuckles along the skin of her face before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her brow. He could just hear her soft breaths as she exhaled and it gave him such a sense of peace and well-being that he was loath to leave her.

But leave her, for the moment, he must. He’d return to her as the sun set.

~*~*~

Killian hadn’t made it back to The Dark Hollow as soon as he would’ve liked, but the sun had barely set when his long strides brought him up the cobblestone street, ever closer to his love. His men had gone on ahead and were no doubt enjoying themselves inside by this time. As he approached the establishment however, he heard a low cry from the alley behind it that made his eyes widen and then narrow in surprise and suspicion. Rage poured into his veins. He stopped at the entrance of the alley, just out of sight of the people hidden in the shadows within.

Stealthily poking his head around the corner, Killian could see the proprietor of the tavern illuminated by the lantern outside the back door, and opposite him, Emma, with yet another visible bruise marring her lovely skin. This one was blooming on her cheekbone and it was all he could do to contain himself and not reveal himself just yet. Taking a deep breath, he attended to the words the man was speaking.

“If he thinks a bag of gold will curry my favor, he is sorely mistaken! No one spends the entire night with you but me.” Killian watched as the man’s arm swung back and the crack of his hand meeting bare skin filled his ears. He then wrapped a section of her long golden hair in his fist and dragged her to her knees before him. Killian could hear the tears in Emma’s voice as she cried out and it nearly undid him. “When he comes back,” Killian could hear the sneer in his voice, “if he comes back…” the man paused, and Killian revealed himself, stepping into the light of the lantern, his cutlass gleaming in front of him.

“Oh, I’m back,” he informed the man, a manic grin lifting his lips. “And you will never lay another finger on Emma again.”

And with those words, he lunged toward his adversary, the wickedly sharp blade piercing his flesh like a hot knife sliding through butter. The look on his face was nearly comical in its surprise, and if the bloodlust created by the man’s abuse of Emma wasn’t singing through Killian’s veins, he probably would have enjoyed it. As things were, however, his innate sense of justice stood in stoic approval of the man clutching his abdomen as his lifeblood poured out of the not yet mortal wound. He fell to his knees, releasing Emma’s hair as he fell. Killian moved toward her, never releasing the blade still buried in the man’s gut, and gathered her close. Withdrawing his sword, he stood with Emma by his side and looked down at the pathetic and dying man.

He turned to Emma and watched as a mask seemed to fall over her face and she reached for the lantern by the door. Realizing what she meant to do, he stayed her hand and took it down himself.

“No, Emma,” he said. “I can’t allow you to do this. No matter what he’s done to you, vengeance isn’t the answer. This isn’t you.” Her countenance fell and tears began to fall unchecked down her cheeks. His sword clattered to the ground and he wrapped her in his arms, her tears soaking his shirt in moments.

A desperate cry as full of venom and hate as could be summoned from the depths of the dying man’s soul sounded from the ground below them before Killian was suddenly pushed back toward the wall of the tavern. The force wasn’t hard enough- the gravely wounded man hadn’t the strength for more- to make Killian release Emma, but it was surprising enough for the lantern to drop from his hand and land on top of the other man’s head, shattering the glass and covering his face with the oil. The flames leapt, engulfing him in moments. His screams pierced the night around them and before they knew it, the flames had spread to the back wall of the tavern. Emma turned terrified eyes on Killian.

“Run, hurry,” he told her. “Warn them! Get them out! You only have a few minutes.” She nodded and ran out of the alley toward the front of the tavern to get those inside, who had no knowledge of the danger they were in, out.

“Get out! All of you!” Emma cried, crashing through the door. Eyes skittering around the large room, she saw the attention of her friends, all of Killian’s crew, as well as a few others fly to her. “The Dark Hollow is going up in flames! Get out, NOW!”

Noone questioned her instructions and they all began running for the door. Emma could just begin to smell the smoke from the back of the tavern, as far away from the front door as could be. She saw Ruby and Mary Margaret being pulled along by two members of Killian’s crew and she breathed a sigh of relief when they all got out the door.

They quickly moved away from the burning building toward the harbor, just a short walk away.

“Emma! Emma!”

She turned back toward the inferno to see Killian running towards her, his silhouette lit up against the flames in the night.

“Killian!” she cried, running toward him. He caught her and swung her around in his arms before setting her back on the cobblestone street and kissing her like it was the last time he ever would.

Their lips parting, Killian rested his forehead on hers. “You’re safe, you’re safe now,” he promised. “He’s gone, never to hurt you again, and tomorrow is a new day. Leave the past. Don’t look back.”

Emma caught her breath at his declaration and brought his lips back to hers again in a fierce kiss.

“I never could. Not as long as I’m with you,” she assured him. “Take me away from here, Killian.”

“As you wish, my love.”

An hour later, they all stood upon the deck of the Jolly Roger as they headed out to sea. The flames of The Dark Hollow could still be seen and Emma felt like she could truly breathe for the first time in her life. She turned to the helm to see the man she loved handing it over to his first mate, a short, rotund man she’d heard the other men refer to as Smee. Killian came over to her and wrapped his arms around her, his fingers linking over her abdomen, mirroring the stances of his men whose arms were wrapped around Ruby and Mary Margaret.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, “Welcome to the Jolly Roger. I am her captain, Killian Jones. This is your home now, as long as you’d like it to be.” Emma glanced at her friends- her family- and saw the way they were looking at the men who held them close. She smiled softly, realizing they were in the exact same situation as she was. In love. True Love. “Some call us pirates,” Killian continued, “But we prefer to refer to ourselves as free men. We sail where we will and we answer to no crown.”

Mary Margaret turned and rested her head against the chest of a blonde headed man. “I’m right where I want to be,” she said. Emma smiled.

“My lieutenants, David Nolan, Purser, and Graham Humbert, Sailing Master,” Killian introduced, “My love, Emma Swan.” Emma felt her cheeks heat at the possessive pronoun he used for her. She nodded at the two men who responded in kind. “The gentlemen will show you to their quarters. I would assume,” he said, his eyebrows raised in question, “that you’d prefer to berth with them.”

“You assume correctly,” Ruby informed him before capturing Graham’s lips in a passionate kiss that he reciprocated quite enthusiastically.

Emma smiled at Killian as he waggled his eyebrows at her, before pulling her away from their companions and leading her toward the Captain’s Cabin. Once inside, she looked around the large space as Killian crossed to the lanterns scattered around the room and lit them, bathing the room in a soft glow. Once finished, he approached her again, seemingly a little shy. He scratched at a spot behind his ear and Emma smiled, glad that he perhaps was as nervous as she was.

The night before had been wonderful and entirely unexpected, but her life had just literally been turned completely around, and navigating the emotions surrounding those changes was going to be a challenge. But looking into his cerulean depths, she knew, just as she had the night before, that she was home. She was exactly where she belonged. At that realization, her nerves disappeared, replaced by a joy and peace she’d never known.

Killian hadn’t made any other move toward her, so she took his hands and wrapped them behind her, around her waist. She stepped toward him, into his embrace and he surrendered to her completely, kissing her passionately and tightening his arms even further around her.

“Oh, Emma, my love,” he breathed as he peppered light kisses along her cheek bone to her ear before gently taking the lobe in between his teeth. She felt his lips lift in a smile when she gasped at the sensation. He worked his way down the slope of her neck until he reached the top of her corset, tugging on her laces as she went to work on his.

He shuddered as she undressed him, desperate kisses and hands hungry for the touch of bare skin. As the last of their clothing fell to the floor, Killian lifted her in his arms, Emma wrapping her legs around his hips, and moved them toward the bed. She ground down on him, coating him in her juices, as he released a groan that she felt in her very core.

His hands were not idle as he laid her down on the bed. Eyes glowed with love and lust as they slowly roamed over her body, tracing all her curves and rediscovering all her secrets. His fingers found where she was so hot and wanting, and when he plunged them into her channel, she combusted around him, soaring as high as the main mast above them on the deck of the Jolly.

Opening her thighs for him, he settled between them and kissed her so gently, so tenderly, she felt tears fill her eyes.

“I love you, Killian,” she whispered, a single tear escaping.

“Shhhh,” he soothed, catching it on the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too, Emma. You will never have need to be afraid again,” he promised as he slid home.

He made love to her slowly, whispering endearments into her ear as his hands on her body and strong sure strokes pushed her higher and higher until finally, they came together in a cascade of unspeakable pleasure.

Floating together in each other's arms, the drift back to earth seemed to last a blissful eternity. Her limbs and eyelids were heavy, but she had one more thing to tell him.

“I think I can breathe again, Killian.” He hummed in response, fingers stroking the lines of her back. “You’ve given me my freedom. You’ve brought me out of the fire and into a hopeful tomorrow. Thank you.”

“Of course, my love,” he murmured. “You’ve faced the fear, cut the ties to your past, and reached out and grasped your future, your happiness with both hands. And I’ll be right by your side, into a lifetime of tomorrows.”

Feeling safer and more loved than she ever had before, Emma dreamed the dreams of peace, the dreams of hope, dreams with Captain Killian Jones by her side.

The End

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Thank you all for reading and sharing! I’d love to know what you think! Happy birthday, Marta! I hope your day has been as wonderful as you are!!! 😘

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amortentia | peter parker

summary: that sweet moment of terrifying clarity finally comes when y/n has to brew a love potion in slughorn’s lesson and all she can smell is her best friend peter, who is just a little too smug about the revelation [hogwarts au]

pairing: peter parker x reader

warning: language

a/n: here’s the requested hogwarts au! this was so much fun to write, so let me know if you want to read more fics set in hogwarts. enjoy x

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“Well,” MJ said, falling into step with you as you left the classroom with Ned. “Given your gloomy faces, I reckon you’re not thrilled for practical exams either?”

Ned nodded grimly. “I always knew Slughorn was going to be the reason I fail my NEWTs. I s’pose I had a good time here while it lasted.”

He stopped at the bottom at the stairs with a suffering sigh and placed a hand on the railing, looking around with an agonised face. “I’ll even miss ending up on the wrong floors because of these bloody stairs.”

“Have some faith.” You laughed, nudging him forward. Two fifth year girls grumbled behind you, and you stepped aside to let them pass. “Besides, you can hardly blame Sluggy. Potions was always going to be your downfall, Leeds. Should’ve dropped it when you had the chance.”

Ned shot you an exasperated look. “How can you say that! You’re my friend. You’re supposed to say ‘You got this, Neddy. You’re obviously going to pass. You’re so smart and admirable, Neddy.’”

MJ snorted. You glanced at her, smirking, before raising an eyebrow. “You want me to call you Neddy and you want me to lie?”

“They’re not lies,” he replied pointedly. “I want you to encourage me. And that’s what you always used to call me when we were first years. It was nice, I liked it.”

Arriving at the top of the stairs, you stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady and looked at him. “Well then, Neddy.” You wiggled your brows. “How about we meet in the library tomorrow evening? I’ll lend you my notes and we can quiz each other. I still owe you for practicing charms with me last week.”

His face lit up. “A heroine after all! Cheers, Y/N. Expect a butterbeer next time we’re in Hogsmeade.”

“Hufflepuffs.” You shook your head, smiling, and faced your other friend. “Are you coming too? I could need your help with History of Magic. I know you got an O on that last essay.”

MJ nodded with a distinctive air of casualness. “I’ll be there. Tell Parker to bring his Arithmancy notes.”

“Will do.” You grinned and twirled around. “Right, see you both at dinner.”

“What?” Ned’s smile faltered. “I thought we were going to hang out in Gryffindor.” You could hear the frown in his voice and stopped, casting an uneasy look over your shoulder.

“Sorry, Leeds, er, felt like going for a walk…through the castle, I s’pose.” You mumbled the last part and fought a grimace.

“With all your books?” MJ asked. You looked down at your heavy messenger bag.

“Yes.”

She stared at you a moment longer before giving you a shrug. “Okay. Go on then.” It was painfully obvious that she knew exactly what you were planning. Ned, on the other hand, was clueless.

“We walked all this way just to have you to ditch us?” He groaned. “Where are you even going?”

Shaking off MJ’s knowing look, you mustered a mischievous grin and slowly walked backwards. “Ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies.”

“Hah,” said Nearly Headless Nick as he floated past you. “Classic.”

You winked at him.

As the friendly ghost drifted over to wish your friends a pleasant day, you took it as your chance to round the corner. With your back pressed against the wall, you listened as MJ eventually asked Ned if he wanted to hang out at her common room instead, which he unsurprisingly agreed.

You were almost envious as your friends’ footsteps echoed against the stone floor, getting quieter. The Ravenclaw common room had an amazing view. You liked spending time there, especially when it was raining like it was at the moment.

Pushing yourself off the stone wall, you readjusted the bag on your shoulder and wandered down the hallway. You could always catch up with them later. You had somewhere to be first.

The corridor was busy with students, making you wonder if you ought to just slip into one of the classrooms to wait until the coast was clear.

As if in response, the huge wooden doors swung open and a group of loud students stepped in, shamelessly taking up space and bringing the outside wind with them. It was the Gryffindor quidditch team, you realised, drenched from head to toe as they were coming back from the pitch.

Their red robes and broomsticks were dripping all over the floor, but that didn’t seem to bother them. They were chatting animatedly, so engrossed with each other that you ought to move to the side to let them pass without getting your robe wet. Some of them looked up and nodded at you, making you smile back.

Just as you had stepped aside into a smaller corridor, you felt something cold encircle your wrist, jerking you backward. You lost your footing and promptly stumbled into someone’s chest. Haughty laughter filled your ears and you pushed yourself away, palm touching damp fabric. You reached for your wand as your mind raced through a number of defensive spells.

“Get off me!” You yelled. You rounded on them with your arm outstretched, a vicious spell ready on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes locked and you stilled. Brown eyes were staring at you, gleaming and matching the lopsided, trouble maker smile you knew a little too well.

“Hiya.” Peter grinned and bobbed the tip of your wand. “Missed me?”

“Parker!” You threw your arms around him, not bothered that he was soaking wet. “Do you always have to frighten me like that?” You mumbled into his shoulder and felt him smile as he buried his face into your neck. His scent drifted to your nose, allowing you to smell freshly cut grass and summer rain all at once. A combination that always reminded you of good times and a certain Gryffindor.

You had barely seen each other the past couple days with exams coming up and the quidditch game, which required Peter to spend most of his time at practise. You felt him twirl a strand of your hair.

“Why in the world would I change the way I ambush you if you’re always going to greet me like this?” Peter chuckled. “Alright, Y/L/N?”

You nodded and stepped out of his embrace to take a look at the bright-eyed boy. Peter was sporting his crimson flying robes like the rest of the team. His damp hair was clinging to his forehead, only much curlier and messier than usual. His cheeks were red—still flushed from flying. Peter Parker was definitely not bad on the eyes.

You realised that you’d been blatantly staring, but Peter didn’t seem to mind. He had a dopey smile on his face.

“D’you want to go change first?” You asked, glancing at the floor as it glistened with rain drops.

“No need.” Peter withdrew his wand and tried to dry his clothes with a hot air charm while gesturing for you to lead the way. Smiling, you took his arm and pulled him further down the hallway into one of the hidden passageways.

“I’ve never been here,” said Peter, looking around and tucking on his curls to see if they were still wet.

“I found it last week after trying out that time bomb spell on Flash and his group of wankers.”

You slowed down and brushed your fingers against a tapestry depicting a dragon hunt. The tiny embroidered knights jumped out of the way as if to avoid your touch. One of them lost their footing and fell into a lilac river, making you stifle a laugh. You muttered a quick apology and hurried towards the narrow stairs, brushing past Peter who was holding the door open with an amused grin.

Once you reached the top, a gust of wind blew through your hair and a fond smile touched your lips. It seemed silly to you that minutes earlier, you’d been disappointed about missing out on the view from the Ravenclaw tower when you could have this on the Astronomy Tower instead.

“Can’t believe no one’s here today.” You took a long breath, taking in the strong scent of pine needles. “It’s usually packed with people.”

“Most are down at the library or in the Hall to study for exams.” Peter joined you at the railing. His eyes hungrily took in the forbidden forest as it stretched out in front of you with all its secrets and hidden magical creatures. “Everyone’s going bonkers over them.”

“And I reckon you’re not?”

He shrugged. “Not really. Us lot have been spending so much time in the library, I know we’ll be fine. I have no doubt about it.”

“Godric, Parker,” you said. “Leave some confidence for the rest of us.”

A smile bloomed on his lips that was lopsided and smirkish in all the right and wrong ways. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Snorting, you faced the mountains and the sun as it began to dip, casting a warm light over the castle grounds. It was still raining lightly. You stepped on one of the bars of the railing and craned your neck.

“What are you doing?” You felt Peter’s eyes on you.

“Looking for a rainbow.”

The sky was generously clouded, not making it any easier. You walked to the other side of the tower and peered out from under the roof as raindrops ran down your face.

Peter’s chuckle filled the air, and you spared a second to glance at him as he strolled to your side, shaking his head as if he was indulging in a private joke.

You cracked a smile. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He shrugged. “It’s just…y’know, we’re both wizards, brimming with magic and all that good stuff. We’re able to conjure all the rainbows in the world, but you’re still keen on finding one.”

Your smile faded, despite yourself. You knew he didn’t mean it like that. Peter, of all people, had never intended to make you feel silly about anything. Still, you couldn’t help but feel affronted.

“It’s not the same.” You crossed your arms and kept your eyes on the horizon. “Making your own rainbow could never be as beautiful as naturally finding one. It’s a different kind of magic.”

Peter held up his hands. “I’m not disagreeing with you, Y/L/N. I’m just saying it makes you look at things differently.”

He let his words hang meaningfully in the air until you grew impatient and huffed. “Explain.”

His gaze flitted to yours, and you knew at once that he’d been waiting for you to ask. Peter loved answering questions as much as he loved posing them. You rolled your eyes. “Actually, I don’t need to know if you want to be a git about it.”

You made to turn, but his hand wrapped around your wrist again—his grip firm but not too tight for you to shake him off if you wished. “Merlin, I’m just teasing.” He gently pulled you back to his side and bent closer until his hair was brushing your temple. “There. D’you see it?”

You followed the direction of his finger and narrowed your eyes at the bundle of clouds. A thin veil of fog appeared to be shifting, moving unnaturally fast with a questionable extravaganza until you could see it. Plain as day.

In all its bright glory, a rainbow arched over the closely woven tree crowns and kissed the earth somewhere behind the mountains. It was like nothing you had seen before. The colours were a little too brilliant, a little too bold, and a little too sparkly but beautiful all the same. From the corner of your eyes, you saw a flash of motion. Cocking your head, you watched as Peter slipped his wand back into his sleeve.

“I was just saying,” Peter continued, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he chose his words carefully. “The world looks different when you see those around you find beauty worth looking for. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Silence lingered for a long moment. Then, you sighed and the corner of your lips tucked upward. “I hope spewing pretty words makes you feel better about yourself, because you’re still a prat.”

Peter’s face broke into an unabashed smile and just like that, all was forgotten.

The two of you settled on the floor and chatted happily while munching on mountains of sweets. It seemed he had raided Honeyduke’s last weekend. Fizzling Whizzbees, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and sherbet lemons all appeared as he waved his wand and muttered the incantation.

At some point, Peter broke off a chocolate bar into two and handed one half to you, saying, “You smell like chocolate and apples, d’you know that?”

“Believe it or not, but that doesn’t come as much of a surprise as you think it is,” you replied flatly, clinking your chocolate half against his.

“I s’pose not.” Peter chuckled. “It’s your shampoo, isn’t it? I like the smell.”

“Cheers,” you replied. “D’you know what you smell like?”

Still munching on his sweets, he lazily waved a hand. “You’ve told me plenty of times. Freshly cut grass and summer rain.” He swallowed and pointed the wrapper at you. “You know, I still don’t think it’s a good combination. Makes me sound like a farm.”

“What’s so bad about smelling like a farm? Farms are lovely. Lots of adorable animals.”

“Adorable animals that roll in the dirt and stink.”

You nodded wisely. “You fit right in.”

Peter snorted. “Why, thank you—” You cocked a brow as a frown crossed his face. “Wait, are you flirting with me?”

Tossing your wrapper at his stupor, you laughed. This was probably a good time to change the subject. “Did you do the reading for Potions?”

Staring at you a little while longer, Peter eventually nodded and lied down on his back with his arms folded behind his head. “I’m pretty excited about it, actually.”

“Merlin’s beard.” You lifted your hand to your chest in mock surprise. “Parker, are you excited about a potions lesson? I never thought I’d see the day.”

His eyebrows rose. “You flirt with me, then you hurt my feelings.” Peter shook his head as if amazed. “And I’m not that bad at Potions. At least I don’t whinge about it as much as Ned does.”

“It’s a pretty close tie.” You giggled as Peter poked you side. “I wasn’t implying that you’re bad at it. You’re bloody brilliant. Could probably come top in class if you didn’t bunk off so much. I still have no clue where you go off to.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Peter waggled his brows and caught the chocolate frog he was tossing in the air. “But I like the compliments. Keep them coming.”

“Have to earn them first,” you said, kicking his ankle. “What’s the excitement for anyway? You never look forward to lessons with dear Sluggy.”

Peter casually peeled his gaze off you and looked up at the stone ceiling. “Well, we’ll be doing Amortentia, won’t we? Always wanted to know what the fuss was about.” You pondered his response but decided to leave it at that.

The next morning, you were half-heartedly discussing quidditch strategies with Ned and Peter when Slughorn breezed into the classroom and immediately paired everyone off in two. You smiled at the blonde Hufflepuff girl as she took the seat beside you and the brewing began. The two of you worked well together, splitting up the tasks while chatting easily.

Betty was in the middle of explaining a charm to you that she had read in a magazine, when Professor Slughorn stopped at your desk.

“Ms Y/L/N,” he addressed you with a friendly smile. “What do you smell?”

You glanced at Betty before opening the lid to your Amortentia, taking a small sniff. The smell drifted to your nose, unfamiliar at first, but when it became less foggy, you recognised it at once. You slammed down the lid.

Clearing your throat, you shifted your gaze back to Slughorn and realised begrudgingly that he was awaiting your response—as were most of the students around you. You dropped your gaze from their curious gazes. “Um, grass and rain,” you muttered.

Over Slughorn’s shoulder, Peter’s head snapped up from across the room, a knowing grin wide on his lips. He smirked at you for the rest of the lesson despite your best efforts to avoid eye contact. You felt his eyes on you and it only made you more fidgety.

Later, you spilled rose petals all over the floor and had to levitate them back into the jar—a task that was harder than expected given that your jumpiness had an embarrassing toll on your control. Betty was really sweet about it and helped you out, even stifling a laugh when you levitated the petals way too high and smacked them against the ceiling.

When Ned and Peter walked past to get some ingredients for their own Amortentia, the former asked if you were alright, and it took all of your willpower to ignore Parker as he raised his eyebrows meaningfully. You waved Ned off with a forced laugh and turned back to your cauldron.

When the lesson finally ended, you packed your things in a hurry. You didn’t have anywhere to be since you had a free period, but anywhere else was better than here. Maybe you could get the Whomping Willow to knock you out. That didn’t sound too bad. At least, you would finally stop fretting.

Much to your dismay, a figure brushed past you and sandwiched you against your desk. Your satchel slipped off your shoulder and you sighed. You made to step around them, when warm lips hovered over the shell of your ear and you halted.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Peter whispered, voice more teasing than secretive. “Mine smelled like chocolate and apples.”

Your eyes widened and Peter stepped back, winking. Ned flashed you a stumped look before turning around to follow Peter out of the room, leaving you to stare after the Gryffindor boy.

A long moment passed before you pulled yourself together and shook your head, smiling. “Damn you, Parker.”

You could’ve sworn you heard Slughorn laugh as you walked out of his class.

* * *

stay hydrated pals x

[dearvitya]

YOI Fic Recs (Part 2)

Look through part 1 here!

Unsinkable (29k): Victor is a wealthy heir with a lonely soul. Yuuri is a poor dancer with a tender heart. The deck of the Titanic might be a very romantic place to meet your one true love, but it's not exactly a fortuitous one. [Titanic AU]

all the wrong turns (48k): After his disastrous Grand Prix Final, Katsuki Yuuri decides to try to be the first skater to land a quad axel in competition. It’s a secret from everyone, except the mysterious text correspondent who appeared in his phone contacts as “Poodle” following the Sochi GPF.

when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes pleasure (19k): Yuuri felt his body grow cold at the name; he had known a Mr. Nikiforov, once upon a time.

Five years after the implosion of their acquaintance, Mr. Viktor Nikiforov returns to —shire society, bringing in tow a young cousin. Mr. Katsuki must navigate these once-familiar waters without giving further offense, all while keeping his own heart firmly protected. [A Persuasion AU]

Love in Exile (99k): Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. As a man sentenced to katorga he will never return to European Russia or his life on the stage. Known as the "Edge of the World," his life on Sakhalin could not be further from the life he once knew. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island. Katsuki Yuuri leads a life of exile of a different kind, one that is largely self-imposed. Drawn to each other, despite their differences, something slowly begins to grow between them. When a narrowly avoided tragedy leaves them stranded together for a long, cold Sakhalin winter, they are challenged to face what their relationship really means, and what future it could possibly have.

Smooth Runs the Waters (3k): Inspector Yuuri Katsuki comes to Hillsborough Hall to investigate a murder most foul and its two primary suspects: newly widowed Victor Nikiforov and his younger brother Yuri Plisetsky. 

The Other Side of Sunset (325k): 1874, Wyoming Territory: Yuuri Katsuki Taylor has got his future planned…mostly. Learn how to manage his adoptive parents’ ranch, and inherit it when he’s older. Get married and have kids (someday – not now). And most of all, carry on riding his horse with Phichit and the other ranch hands on the open range and in the mountains. But when he meets Victor Nikiforov, the striking and talented new master horseman at the neighboring ranch – and is treated to a show of his Cossack-style trick riding – his world will never be the same again…

A tale of love, loss, grief, redemption, and second (and third) chances, set in the Old West. [Cowboys AU]

Like a River to the Sea (41k): Gifts from the gods can come in strange wrappings. They can also be mixed blessings, as Victor will discover in time.Living alone on the island of Fleves, near Athens, the last thing Victor expects as he combs the beach one morning is a peculiar treasure that appears seemingly from nowhere in the shape of a handsome young dark-haired man... [Greek mythology AU]

pick lilacs for the passing time (68k): A spark flares up inside him, the vestige of some part of himself he thought long buried now resurfacing to—what, haunt him? And then he realizes. I want to dance with him, Yuuri thinks.

In which the outlandish prodigy Victor Nikiforov hits Yuuri’s life like a whirlwind after he transfers to a prestigious ballet conservatory in Moscow, two grumpy teenagers learn to be friends, and Mila’s Straight Girl CrushTM might not be so straight after all.

for better, for worse (18k): Yakov quirks an eyebrow. “Vitya, we are not having some grand ceremony."

“It doesn’t have to be grand! But the registration office? Signing some papers? Where is the romance in that?”

or: The Trials and Tribulations of Viktor Nikiforov, Six-Time World Champion and Wedding Planner Extraordinaire.

in the woods somewhere (32k): One evening in late autumn, Yuuri goes out to collect firewood. He returns with a man instead. (Viktor, Yuuri, and the end of isolation.)

The Death of Koschei the Deathless (39k): They tell tale of heroes, of men that slay monsters, and defy fate itself. Yuuri Katsuki is no hero. He's just a failed wizard trying to keep his shop afloat. This is the story of how Yuuri Katsuki fell in love with Viktor Nikiforov, and in doing so conquered death.

For the Record (10k): FOR THE RECORD by Viktor Nikiforov 

What it takes to craft an Olympic Champion, and what it takes to be one.

Or: Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece.

Happiness Writes White (37k): Yuuri falls asleep after his first day in St. Petersburg and wakes up in a strange hospital room. To his dismay, the last year of skating has all been a dream simulation designed to wake him from a long coma. Viktor Nikiforov is, in fact, not a figure skater at all, but the creator of the program, and this real world Viktor is nothing like the one he knows.

and you knew what it was (he is in love) (204k): Here's what's normal for Katsuki Yuuri: playing Quidditch, practicing spells, keeping to himself.

Here's what's not normal for Katsuki Yuuri: transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his fourth year and getting to know his idol, International Quidditch Star Viktor Nikiforov. 

But maybe there's a reason they say love is the greatest magic of all. [Harry Potter AU]

All Our Yesterdays (1M): York, England, 2120: Yuuri Katsuki is a dime-a-dozen techie, spending his days doing routine repairs at the university. He hangs out with his friend Phichit, goes for a drink, watches holograms. It’s an existence – but is it a life?

Crowood Castle, Yorkshire, 1392: As the son of a baron, Sir Victor Nikiforov makes judgements where lives hang in the balance. As a knight, he must sometimes end them. It’s what he was born to do – but what of the heavy burden on his soul? Death is all too commonplace, while life and love remain elusive.

When a brilliant scientist goes rogue, journeying to the Middle Ages with the world’s first time machine, Yuuri is stunned to be called on as the last hope of preventing her from changing history. After an abrupt departure, he lands at Crowood Castle disguised as an enemy of the Nikiforovs, Sir Justin le Savage – and will need to act the part if he is to survive. It’s a tall order for someone who can barely tell the back end of a horse from the front. But if Ailis, in her own disguise, discovers who he is, his mission will end in a blaze of laser-gun fire. He must not give his real identity away, even to the beguiling knight he’s falling in love with…

[dramioneasks]

Valentine’s Day Fics (2023):

Not a Valentine's Date Night by WritexAboutxMe - E, one-shot - The one where Draco attends the Leaky Cauldron's Not a Valentine's Date Night event. His expectations are low until he sees Hermione Granger alone at the bar.

A secret lover in valentine day by Bettywounderland - G, WIP - For three years on Valentine's Day, a stranger sends to Hermione Granger lilies , an apology letter and gifts Hermion finally decides that she should know this secret admirer l, she didn’t expect that this person has secrets and feelings towards her and he is Draco Malfoy !!

Valentine's Day by That_One_Star - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy loves his girlfriend. Really that's what got him into this mess in the first place, but at least there's the fact that she loves him too.

Tainted Love by cleotheo - T, WIP - Ginny Weasley has been in love with Harry Potter for as long as she could remember. Taking desperate measures to grab Harry's attention, Ginny enacts a plan to get what she wants for Valentine's Day. However, when her plan goes awry and other people are dragged into her schemes it looks like Valentine's Day will be a one to remember for all the wrong reasons.

Lovers Rock by katwrites15 - M, 3 chapters - It had been years since Hermione had seen Malfoy. She had almost forgotten that he existed. Almost. Running into each other at a mutual friend's Valentine-themed birthday is the perfect place to catch up, right? AU, all the usuals in their mid-20s. Smut, with some plot. (cross publish on ao3)

Draco's Grand Romantic Gesture and a Chain of Calamitous Confusion by stacygenesis - M, one-shot - A Valentine's Day one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Mastermind, where everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Draco has planned a grand romantic gesture to tell Granger how he feels. Even with the help Theo Nott, and Theo's eager-to-help girlfriend, Luna—Draco could never have prepared for the chain of calamitous confusion that was about to ensue.

Valentines Chocolate and Silver Chains by 1Artic_arsenic - M, WIP - A ball is to be held in honor of the muggle holiday St. Valentines Day to promote unity for Hogwarts. Along with the ball students are also tasked with an assignment from the muggle studies professor. Regardless of house, all sixth and fifth years will be paired with one another and required to find the perfect gift for each other to be presented night of the St. Valentines day ball.

To Be Loved by uzumakibrat - G, WIP - it's the season of love. happy valentine's day. ♡a dramione valentine's day one shot pack because if I do anything, it's write sporadically and make it on brand with the season.

My Lady by katie-krum - M, one-shot - Valentine's Day Short story. Married Dramione

my body, my heart, my all by Arveldis - M, one-shot -  “You’re fortunate I even took a chance on you, you know,” Hermione said, licking chocolate from her fingers as she set the chocolate-dipped strawberries out to dry.It was her tradition each Valentine’s Day to remind Draco of how lucky he was. And he, to his credit, always happily indulged her.

stolen kisses by iam0kaywiththis - E, one-shot - Like a thief in the night he stowed away all evidence of her kisses. It was about time she gave some to him freely.

Magic On Valentine's Day by fiorentinasara - M, one-shot - This One shot participates in the Valentine's Day contest held by the telegram group Miraculous Fanfiction is an unpretentious story is about Draco and Hermione after the magical war

hypothetically, yes by eveningstruggle - E, WIP - “Malfoy.” She pushed her frames up higher on her face. “I’ve objectively analyzed the situation—“ “What situation?” “Our situation, and—“ “What is our situation?” “The state of our relationship.” “Which is what, exactly?” “—and I’ve determined that you and I should date.”OR: Hermione uses science to convince Draco Malfoy to date her. He's not interested.

The Perfect Match by slytherindiaries - M, 3 chapters - The Hogwarts event committee has created a compatibility quiz for Valentine's Day to find everyone their perfect match. What happens when, on paper, Hermione finds out her perfect match is none other than Draco Malfoy?

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (We'll find each other every time) by suspiciouslyblue - not rated, WIP - Draco Malfoy meets a peculiar girl on a spontaneous one-day trip to the beach on Valentine's Day. She hums a tune all too familiar.(OR Draco and Hermione had each other magically erased from their memory after their relationship went sour, but turns out they're meant to be together, or something)based on the movie of the same name

A Looney Bird Told Me by CarrieMaxwell - G, one-shot - A Boil & Bubble Valentine's Special

love in an elevator by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - A few weeks after their initial break up with each other, Hermione Granger bumps into Draco Malfoy and the love she still holds for him comes flooding back. Draco doesn't know how to approach things and invites Hermione to dinner to talk through everything. Over the fancy dinner, Draco explains that he wants to take Hermione to be his submissive mate, but he is willing to negotiate with her on her terms. Hermione states that she wants him not to inflict his dominant desires upon her, and he agrees. Eventually, they renewed their relationship and started having kinky sex with each other again.Inspired by the 2017 film, Fifty Shades Darker

Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.

pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “I believe," he says, "that the handbook also requires a specific script be used when welcoming customers.”She turns, homicide in her manufactured smile, to face the customer on the other side of the counter. “Welcome to the Apothecary, the home of the magic latte. Pick your poison!”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

Masterlist

Y’all have been asking and finally... It’s here! I have compiled all I could find, pretty much all SW related but I have got some other Wolfstar in the works! ;)

Nightmares Mini Series Masterlist Post

Dream Vacation - SW Coops Smut

HE MOVED IN - SW Coops fluff

Why Loup - SW Coops

Apple Picking - SW Coops Fluff

Trick or Treating with the Little Brothers - SW Coops Fall Fluff and Stuff

Apple Pie Baking and… a Proposal? - SW Coops FLUFF

100 Followers?! (O’knutzy)

Hockey Isn’t Everything Pt.1

Hockey Isn’t Everything Pt. 2

Hockey Isn’t Everything Pt. 3

Hockey Isn’t everything Pt. 4 Admissions Essay

Unofficial HIE blurb - Reg and Finals Stress

MORE Unofficial HIE - Post Finals Reg gets Cuddles (aka Black Brother Cuddles )

RS Candy Hearts Fest Playlist/Fic list

Asks:

Loops borrows some PJs from Cap

Re gets Sick

Dumo + Sirius

Sirius gets benched

Overworked Sirius

#HotGuyOnTheBench (jealous Cap)

Coops on Vacation

Dumo helping with a nightmare 1

Dumo helping with a nightmare 2

James has a panic attack

Sick Remus (the lost ask)

First Snow of the Season

THAT Night pt. 1

THAT Night pt. 2

Jegulus during the first war

BAMF Reg w/ GOOD Friends

SW Ace! Reg

One of Leo’s Bad Days (Mopey Lo)

O’knutzy Picnic

O’knutzy Adoption

Meeting Arabella

Arabella no one asked for (first night)

Sirius walks in with Hickies

Leo and Arabella Baking

Leo reading the team Fanfic (descriptions)

In the Bedroom (follow-up to Leo reading Fanfic)

Sirius coming to practice with hickies

Leo hides being sick

Bad Habits Die Hard

Talker and Loop Friendship <3

Disability Pride Month ask Feat. O'knutzy

Disability Pride Month ask continuation

Sirius Drinking to Cope Pre-Coops

Coops Mental Health - Sirius has an anxiety episode

Jegulus - Reassurances

Toxic Masculinity who? We don't know him. It's Christmas! (fic exchange)

Coops with baby Harry

Just in Case (Regulus' letter to James)

Tipsy Loops (Remus' birthday)

Heavy Workouts and Hasty Words

Fake Feelings? (fake dating prompt for V)

Scandals, Salvia Sunshine, and Second Chances (wolfstar au WIP)

Murder Mystery Drabbles - Fun Fair

Murder Mystery Drabbles - Hogwarts Edition

Nothing Ever Makes Sense (College AU / RA Remus, Wolfstar and Jegulus) WIP coming soon-ish!?

Smutty Saturday - Jegulus

Several Sentence Sunday - Jegulus(continuation)

Smutty Saturday Compilation (They Finished- I mean I completed writing it)

Twitter Mishap with a Happy Ending

*Please let me know if any of these don’t work and I’ll try to get it fixed

**To be updated periodically when I get out new content, but I think this is all of it for the moment :)

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I fucking love your writing!!! You're like one of my favorite fic authors ever!! Theres this cool ass quote that I really like that goes- "I'll take care of you" "It's rotten work" "Not to me, not if it's you" and I was wondering if you could work that into a fake dating AU??

This was such a bad idea, but that had never stopped Sirius before, and it wasn't going to stop him now. James had asked for his help, and Sirius was helpless to do anything but promise that he would do his best.

Granted, he would've been a lot happier to help if it hadn't been acting as James's boyfriend as they went to Lily and Remus's wedding.

Sirius was a nice guy and all, but after he agreed to help, he had to ask, "Why do you need a date at all? We were both invited. It's not like you have to sneak me in."

"The last time I saw either of them, I was being a massive prick because Lily had broken up with me."

"I remember," Sirius said. Mostly he remembered because he'd thought it was funny, at the time. Then, when it had become clear that Remus wasn't planning on talking to them anymore because of it, he'd felt a little bad. Not that they'd stayed best mates after leaving Hogwarts, but they used to meet up every few months. 

"I just want to let both of them know that I'm not going to make a scene."

"I don't think they would've invited you if they thought that was going to happen," Sirius said.

"If you don't want to pretend that we're dating-"

"I'm fine with it," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "I was just pointing out that I don't think it's necessary."

"I think it's very necessary."

"Whatever you say, love." Disaster. This was going to be a complete and utter disaster.

Sirius should be smart and tell Remus ahead of time that it was fake so that he wouldn't say anything incriminating, but if James wanted him to pretend that they were dating, then that's what he would do.

*

Dumb. Idiotic. Stupendously moronic. These were all words to describe Sirius in this moment, and his only comfort was that it was James's stupid idea for this in the first place.

"I'm glad you two finally got together," Professor McGonagall said.

James's arm around Sirius tightened. "Right."

"How long have you been dating?" she asked, and it should've been a perfectly innocent question. They were at a wedding, presenting themselves as being in a serious relationship. These were the sort of questions people asked couples attending a wedding together. Sirius knew this, but given the way James's arm tightened even more, he figured that James hadn't known.

"The lines are a bit blurry," Sirius said with a smile. "You might as well ask if the phoenix came before or after the flame."

Professor McGonagall laughed, which covered the sharp inhale from James. They kept talking, exchanging idle conversation about her new students and their jobs for a couple minutes before they parted ways.

"You need to calm down," Sirius muttered to him.

"I'm perfectly calm," he said, but his jaw was tight and he looked like a pat on the back would shatter him.

Sirius only snorted. "Let's get you something to drink. That'll loosen you up."

An hour and too many drinks later, Sirius wondered if he should cut James off. It's not like he was an alcoholic, but he was pounding back drinks like it was going out of style.

Lily walked up to them as Sirius was debating whether or not he could get away with switching his glass (champagne) with James's (whiskey). They'd said hello to her when they walked in, but she was too busy making the rounds before this to really talk. Not that Sirius knew what they'd talk about. He'd never really gotten on with her, in spite of her dating James for over a year; he'd had plenty of time to get used to her, but he hadn't. "Hi, Sirius," she said with a smile. It was a cliche, but she was definitely glowing with happiness. "James."

James turned to look at her, then his eyes went wide and he swallowed thickly as he saw who he was face to face with. "Erm. Hey Lils. Lily. You look- erm, I mean-"

Sirius switched their glasses.

"It's good to see you- not that- er. Congratulations," James finished weakly.

"Thanks," Lily said, ignoring his stuttering. "I'm glad you two finally worked things out."

"Finally?" James asked.

"Yeah, I know that- actually, it's not my business," she said.

Sirius was very grateful that she wasn't going to get into it, and he was about to thank her aloud when James ruined it.

"No, what do you mean?"

Lily glanced at Sirius, who tried to give her a look to convey how much he would appreciate her not saying a word.

He wasn't sure it came across.

"I might be reading too much into it. It's not like I was ever very close with Sirius, and god knows I never knew what was going on in your head."

"Lily," James said slowly, "what are you talking about?"

"Just that you two have always been close. When we were dating, sometimes I felt like the odd one out."

"Sorry about that," Sirius said, because it had been a touch purposeful on his part.

She gave a small shrug, smiling again. "It all worked out in the end."

Sirius tried to focus on the conversation, asking how Remus had proposed and what they had planned for their honeymoon, but he couldn't help but keep an eye on James, who was staying horrifically silent. He noticed too late that James had stolen his drink back.

Eventually, Lily walked away to rescue Remus from a conversation with her sister, leaving James and Sirius alone again.

"Okay, that's enough," Sirius said, snatching James's glass from him. It was almost empty, but he wasn't going to risk it. "We're calling it a night."

"Fine," James said petulantly. He got to his feet, then wobbled.

Sirius put an arm around his waist to steady him and steered them towards the lift. "One foot in front of the other, love."

"I know how to walk," he muttered.

"How comforting. Do you also know how not to drink yourself into a stupor?"

"I'm not that drunk."

"I respectfully disagree."

"Respectfully?" James repeated with a laugh.

"Would you prefer disrespectful disagreement?"

"Sure. It'll make this feel more normal."

"As you wish, love.” Pause. “You're a sodding idiot. I can't believe I'm having to haul your arse around like we're eighteen again."

"It doesn't count as disrespectful if your voice still sounds like that."

"Like what?" Sirius asked.

"Like you love me."

"Use your imagination for that part."

James snorted, and they kept walking. It was slow going, mostly because James was trying to pretend he wasn't as drunk as he was. They made it into the lift, and James leaned heavily against him. "Maybe I did have a bit much."

"Maybe," Sirius agreed.

By the time the doors opened onto their floor, James had turned morose. It's how he always got when he got pissed instead of staying at buzzed, and Sirius was impressed that it had taken him this long to have his mood turn. Not that he'd been particularly happy before.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"What for?"

"That you have to take care of me."

"Don't be, I don't mind."

"You should."

"And why's that?" Sirius asked.

"Because it's-" he paused as he stumbled over his toes "-bloody rotten work."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Not to me," Sirius said.

"It should be. Why would you want to take care of me?"

"Because it's you," Sirius said softly, knowing that James wouldn't remember this well enough come morning to figure out what he meant by it. "Nothing rotten about that, love."

One of these days, James was going to know that when Sirius called him 'love', he meant it exactly as it sounded. It wasn't going to be tonight though, so he kept helping James to their room. They'd done this song and dance too many times for Sirius to feel weird about it. If James needed help getting undressed, he'd help him. He knew how to keep from staring, so he wouldn't feel like he was taking advantage of the situation or summat. He'd get James to drink some water, and in the morning, James would thank him for the help and nothing would change.

It had been years, and nothing had changed between them.

Despite the countless comments they'd gotten today about people saying 'finally' or 'always knew you were together', Sirius knew that the chances of it happening were slim.

*

The rest of their stay at the hotel for the wedding passed without incident. It was the wedding day, and then the day after everyone was leaving. The day of the wedding, people were busy thinking about Lily and Remus, so people stopped commenting on the relationship between James and Sirius. It was a relief, but the sad fact was that all the people here that weren't family, they all knew from Hogwarts. They all knew Sirius and James, and the next time they saw any of them, they'd probably have to explain that they weren't dating anymore. It would be years before Sirius had to have that conversation with anyone, but he was already dreading it.

They packed their bags, checked out of the hotel, and headed home. Home was a flat they shared and had been sharing for the past five years. Sirius dreamt, sometimes, of them moving into a different flat, one that only had one bedroom because what would they need with a second one?

"Did we talk?" James asked, frowning. "When I was drunk?"

"We talked some, but nothing important. Why?"

"I thought... nevermind."

"Okay," Sirius said easily.

There was a minute or two of silence as they walked up the stairs to their flat and unlocked the door. Once the front door was closed, James asked, "Do you think that'll ever be us?"

"What will?"

"The big white wedding. Or- y'know, any wedding."

"I hope so," Sirius said.

"Really?"

"Well yeah." Sirius wasn't terrified of being alone or summat-- well, maybe a little bit-- but he'd like to have that kind of relationship some day. Something with that much trust and being intertwined in each other's lives the way Lily and Remus now were.

When Sirius turned around, James kissed him. Full on. Hands on either side of his face and leaning close like he wanted nothing more than to seep into his soul.

It took a couple days for Sirius to replay the conversation in his head and figure out that what he'd answered hadn't really been what James was asking. His answer was the same, no matter what, but he really hadn't thought that when James asked 'Do you think that'll be us?' he'd meant specifically the two of them together.

He sure as hell wasn't going to complain. 

[theresthesnitch]

Would you tell us your favorite wolfstar fic?

Wolfstar Fic Recs

I've sat on this all day, but I wanted a chance to answer it properly. Also, there's no way I can pick just one, so here's a few. (I've tagged the creators where I know they have a tumblr, but feel free to tag people I haven't found!)

Texting

I'm making this a separate category because I have a thing for texting fics, especially wolfstar texting fics. Love them, every last minute.

Of Leaves and Stars by irrationalmoony and LadyAmina

Wrong number text magic AU. In this, Remus didn't go to Hogwarts (because werewolf) and Sirius has just gotten a phone for the first time... ever. Background established Jily. This is one of my go-to comfort fics, and I've read it so many times that I can pick it up anywhere and enjoy it. The magic reveal is perfect, the werewolf reveal is so fun, and the first time the Marauders go out with Remus for a full moon is just... it's everything. It's my not favorite characterization of them (as in it's not the way I would write them), but I love the way the characterization is built up and supported, and I particularly adore the way that they handle issues that come up and care for each other so much.

Staying Strangers by @3amandcounting

Another wrong number text, but muggle AU. Delicious slowburn, and by the time they actually get to that first date and first kiss, it’s so, so freaking good. This fic manages to tackle a lot of really big topics so well, and I love they way it addresses them. Also, background developing Jily! Again, another comfort fic, and I love going back to it again and again. 

The PB to my J by @aqua-myosotis

Ah, Cece, my love! This fic is absolutely everything, and all the yummy side pieces and follow up in this world. Cece does such a fantastic job of establishing this university-Wolfstar with long-term pining and oh my god Sirius why, and everything about it is just so good. You want to give the both a hug before they get it together and figure it out. Read it, read the sequels, read all the side fics, and then follow Cece for everything she ever writes. 

Did You Miss Me? by @krethes and @fantismal 

If you’re knew around here, you might have missed me screaming about this fic, so let me do it again. OH MY GOD. The world-building, the background relationships, the character development. THE PINING! I literally cannot rave about this fic enough. I laughed, I cried. I wanted to smack both of them over the head before they finally got it together and figured out. AND THEN THE FIC ISN’T OVER! Background Jily, background Frank/Alice, background Mary/Flo, Snep getting what’s coming to him, somehow both loving and hating Bellatrix, Poor Reg needs a hug.... I could go on. I might go on if someone doesn’t stop me. 

Listen... this list was supposed to have a part 2 with non-texting fics BUT looks like I’m going to have to make a second list for that, because this got really long. I do have more, I promise, but I adore texting fics.

Someone send me a second ask for it. 🤣

[thesleepiesthufflepuff]

My Favorite Fics 2020

Alrighty. I read a decent amount of fanfiction this year (mostly thanks to Wizards Hearts/Game of Drarry), and I’m here to list out some of my very favorites. Thank you to all of the creators out there who put so much time, effort, and energy into creating beautiful stories, and here’s to lots of reading in the new year 💜 also, this is in no particular order and all rec notes are from my personal fic tracker spreadsheet (if anyone wants details on how I set up my spreadsheet, etc. please feel free to send an ask!) 💕

1) Change on the Horizon by Static_abyss / @static-abyss [Explicit, 118.6k,]

When things settle down after the war, Harry has trouble figuring out who he’s supposed to be and what’s expected of him. At the same time, Draco finds himself having to decide between what his parents want and what he wants for himself. Together, Harry and Draco embark on a journey to figure out who they are as individuals and what that means for their future together.

A canon AU drarry fic based on the relationship between Mickey and Ian from Shameless.

Hands down one of the best fics I've ever read. Ana did the most amazing job at translating Micky and Ian's relationship to Harry and Draco, although it’s definitely not necessary to know Shameless in order to enjoy the story. The writing is stunning, and I loved every single bit of this

2) I’ll Play Your Game by JayseHasNoGrace [Mature, 52.2k]

After quitting the Auror department at the ripe old age of twenty two, Harry Potter finds a nice, uneventful job in an apothecary. At least, it's uneventful until his old rival Draco Malfoy comes into the shop.

They strike up an unlikely friendship, which evolves into an increasingly convoluted scheme, which then snowballs spectacularly out of control into a tangle of lies and blurred lines.

They'd agreed to a fake relationship — in Harry's case, to get the wizarding world to take him off his 'perfect saviour' pedestal, and in Draco's case, just to be given a chance in wizarding society at all — but neither of them expected just how difficult that might really turn out to be. Especially when the stakes grow ever higher, and they both start falling for each other. Just a little bit.

FAKE DATING!!! Ugh, this was so good. I love the media aspect of it, and the way that everything comes together is just brilliant. A must-read for anyone who loves fake dating!!

3) I Can be Your Lighthouse by orpheous87 / @orpheous87 [Teen, 4k]

When Harry gets called to investigate reports of Dark magic, the last thing he expects to find is an almost unconscious Draco Malfoy. After multiple instances, he resolves to find out what's going on.

inspired by the song The Lighthouse by The Used.

So, so sweet. I love Harry's determination to figure out what's going on. This is such a lovely fic, and I enjoyed every minute of it

4) Freedom to be by Quicksilvermaid / @quicksilvermaid [Explicit, 169.5k]

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.

12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends.

Only nothing feels perfect.

Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

This left such an impact on me, and it’s a fic I think about often. I can't even begin to explain how incredible everything about this is.

5) Dear Diary by AWickedMemory (TeddyLaCroix) [Teen, 20.4k]

// This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //

After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

Absolutely amazing. The relationship that develops between Harry and Draco as they write to each other was so soft and wonderful, and I would easily read 100k of this!

6) Grounds for Divorce by Tepre [Explicit, 122.2k]

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.

A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

I loved this. It was so angsty at times, but well worth it. An absolute classic that I’m so pleased to be able to say I’ve read.

7) Nero Su Bianco by Zuzallove [Explicit, 40.5k]

September 1997. Hogwarts is under the regime of Voldemort and the Carrows. Finding himself alienated by both his friends and his supposed enemies, Draco puts quill to parchment, and writes letters. He addresses them to the only person he can think of, as Hogwarts rapidly falls into chaos and ruin: Harry Potter. He goes to great lengths to ensure the letters are never discovered, and he’s pretty certain he’s done a great job.

Until the day of his trial.

The letters were so much fun to read, even though they were heartbreaking at times. I loved Draco’s characterization in this, as well as how his relationship develops with Harry.

8) Thunder by Keyflight790 [Explicit, 21.5k]

The storm will disappear; the rain will subside; but what's left in its wake will last forever. A story of love and loss, redemption and thunder

I really loved how well Draco's addiction was written. I'm not a huge fan of past relationships, but this was done in such a beautiful way. Plus, talking to dragons!!!

9) dirtynumbangelboy by magpie_fngrl [Explicit, 39.4k]

After Harry’s unfortunate encounter with his ex, Draco Malfoy makes him a proposition. Draco wants his parents to stop matchmaking him and Harry wants to make his ex jealous. All they need to do is simply pretend they’re in love. Problem is… Draco already is.

Amazing. This has absolutely sucked me into the world of fake dating. I could ramble about this forever, to be honest. Simply incredible, and I love how snarky their relationship was. It was the epitome of a good Drarry fic.

10) just tell me when it’s alright by M0stlyVoid / @bonesliketambourines [Explicit, 23k]

Harry’s been fighting tooth and nail for any bit of normalcy he can get his hands on. He’s sick of feeling like something’s wrong with him, tired of feeling different. He thinks he’s finally gotten to the root of it, and has settled into a routine that makes him happy. Naturally, that’s when Draco Malfoy walks back into his life and upends it once again. Has Harry bitten off more than he can chew with his former rival?

YES!! I genuinely loved Harry’s clinginess. This fic was absolutely amazing, and the secret dating was lovely. Plus, bi awakening!!

11) When Hippogriffs and Pygmy Puffs Collide by oldenuf2nb [Mature, 32.7k]

Harry Potter bakes cakes, brilliantly. Draco Malfoy inks tattoos, brilliantly. Owls deliver post, including messages from clients, with an occasional lack of brilliance.

I was really surprised at how much I loved this, especially since I’ve not really read many fics with odd jobs. I absolutely adored the fact that Harry was a baker and Draco was a tattoo artist, and the characterizations were absolute perfection

12) You Send Me (Honest You Do) by firethesound [Explicit, 37k]

As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.

I absolutely adored this, and I thought the de-aging aspect was done is such a tasteful way. Such a good read.

13) Highly (in)Compatible by daisymondays [Teen, 36.8k]

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

I LOVED THIS! Oh man, that ending!  Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant

14) Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo [Mature, 37.8k]

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all.

An amazing, beautiful, tender fic! The ROR has given them the gift of each other, and I honestly love that it's just the two of them and no other characters. An incredible and soft read

15) December Never Felt So Wrong by MaesterChill / @maesterchill [Explicit, 50k]

'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side.

All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there.

Truly brilliant, and I was laughing from the start. The combination of the aging up, Harry’s off-tune singing to Muggle songs, and soft parenthood were all things I immediately fell in love with. Will be reading again and again

16) Catch Me If I Fall by keeli_marie [Explicit, 38.2k]

When Draco Malfoy collides with Harry Potter one morning while dropping the kids off at school, things don’t go quite the way either of them would have expected.

Another absolute gem, and I'm still reeling from how amazing it was. I'm always a bit hesitant with kid fics, but this is one of the best depictions of love between Harry and Draco that I've read. I love how supportive Astoria is. Such a lovely fic  

16) Love Found by Peachpety / @peachpety [Explicit, 7.5k]

During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love.

SUCH a good rewrite of the astronomy tower scene. I can’t describe how much I love the pre-existing relationship, which is a trope I typically steer clear from. And the snark!!! Such a good fucking fic

17) Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by Veelawings / @veelawings [Mature, 1k]

Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out.

Okay, I loved this. The play format was so cool and fit the narration so well. Absolute perfection and SO. GOOD.

18) The Dragon At The Bottom Of The Garden by Zopno [Explicit, 52.3k]

At 25 Harry Potter's life was simple; he flew, sculpted, and had the vault in the back of his mind to keep all unpleasant business. It was stable, but when Draco Malfoy literally hit him with a giant rock; all that changed.

I loved the storyline, especially Animagus bird Harry!! This was such a unique take on an Animagus and post-war fic, and I loved reading it so much   

19) Exposure by GallaPlacidia [Mature, 26.9k]

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy's camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco's confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise...

Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

I can't give this enough praise. The hurt of it all was so brilliant. A new favorite for sure

20) you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass [Mature, 20.7k]

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

Fuck. Like...fuck. This was so sad and angsty and perfect in all the right ways. Watching everything unfold was so painful but so worth it. Another new favorite

21) A Room Up There (And You In It) by thestarryknight [Teen, 59.2k]

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Absolutely fucking fantastic. This fic reads intimacy all over, despite there being no sex. I love preservationist Draco and the way in which information about Harry unfolds. I can’t say enough how much I loved this advent fic, and Starry did such a great job

And now for three fics that I have yet to read/need to emotionally prepare myself for:

1) Modern Love by Tackytiger / @tackytigerfic [Explicit, 61.2k]

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

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

2) Dragons Don't Know Paradise by  tainara_black / @teacup-tai [Explicit, 50.9k]

In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon.

This is a story about falling in love online and about facing the reality of death, but above all, this is a story about hope, finding love and acceptance. (Non-magical / bookshop AU, written for the 25 days of Drarry 2020)

3) Aeternus Solem by onbeinganangel / @onbeinganangel [Explicit, 36.9k]

On December 1st, Harry Potter gets sent halfway across the world to attempt to break a possibly fatal curse on an unnamed British Unspeakable — except said Unspeakable is not unnamed at all and Harry has been in love with him for over four years.

{If anyone spots any mistakes in this list, PLEASE let me know! I hope you all have a lovely New Year’s, and may 2021 be less of a dumpster on fire than its predecessor 💜}