#harry's coming too

[heartofspells]

I am just dropping by to ask, with absolutely ZERO pressure whatsoever, how the older-Wolfstar-in-love fic is coming, and if you have any snippets, I would be DELIGHTED to read them. But also NO pressure whatsoever, you are writing so much right now and everything you produce is a gift <3

You know, funnily enough, I was just thinking about you earlier. I finished up something with a deadline last night, which relieved that crippling sense of utter panic that has been attacking me for the past month and freed me up to focus on other things that are just for fun. Like this! Which I worked on today, in fact. How coincidental is that? But with all that in mind, this is actually now my top priority because I'm in love with the whole thing. It's still coming so easily, just every word. I ran a sprint earlier while I was writing it, 20 minutes, and knocked out 827 words (a new personal best!) without even having to think about it. So. There's that. :)

There is literally not a drop of dialogue in this second chapter yet, so I'm giving you the best bit I could find (tailored specifically for you, my dear, and you'll see why). I hope you enjoy it.

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The Order meetings are…brutal. They're no different than they had been the last time, everyone trying to talk at once, order turning to chaos quickly, half agreeing while the other doesn't. Remus keeps a constant headache now, staring at the grungy walls or the fire constantly stoking over the hearth in the kitchen, wondering how they'd all found themselves here again. Sirius is surly and biting at the oddest of times, wanting out or wanting nothing at all. Sometimes, he sits and stares with Remus into space, focused on nothing and everything at once until something draws him back, some remark or comment or one word spoken into existence that has him chomping at ankles again.

When the prophecy is brought up, fear that Voldemort will try to have it retrieved to learn the truth, that's what pulls Sirius back and keeps him there, in the present, focused and homed in on what matters most: Harry.

The reminder of what sentenced their friends to death and Harry to the life of a wayward orphan is like a stab to the heart. Everyone speaks about it like it's just another thing that needs doing, important and purposeful, but nothing more than that, a thing, an object and fact that requires addressment. Remus hates it, the way they talk about it, gritting his teeth, fingers curling into fists beneath the table, nails biting into flesh. Sirius, for all his distraction with the others, somehow seems to take notice, his own hand slipping beneath the wood top, skin touching skin intently, a pressure that relaxes Remus enough to unfurl, to breathe again. Grey eyes flicker in his direction, a solemn understanding in them that Remus clings to when he needs it most.

Their days trapped within the dark, dank house pass this way, bobbing and weaving in littering, zigzagging lines that are difficult to follow. Sirius tells Remus to go home when he thinks enough to do so, but Remus stays, refuses to leave his friend alone and trapped where he least wants to be other than possibly Azkaban, though Remus does wonder if even the prison wouldn't be a sort of reprieve to Sirius at times, the house eating away at him a little more every day. He can see the relief in Sirius' eyes each time he denies his request, though he never speaks to it, only grunting and walking away or dropping back down to a hard sofa or mess of a bed with little regard for anything else.

Remus isn't sure how to pull him out of it, this sinking, spiraling loop Sirius has fallen into with so little resistance. It's painful to watch, worse yet to hear his mutterings in the dark of night when he thinks no one is listening, but Remus always is, highly attuned to all things Sirius Black, even now. More so now, he thinks, than ever before.

Yet, something Remus thinks later should be unsurprising, it's Harry that garners that needed response from his friend. The boy might think Sirius sour and moody when they cross paths again, but Remus can see that light and warmth reforming inside him, that love for his godson taking root and blossoming outwards, clearing the fog over his eyes in the daylight that barely reaches its tendril-like fingers into the shabby structure encasing them. Harry brings forth who Sirius really is still, in the heart of himself, that person Remus had once known so long ago and let slip away through doubts created from secrets and lies forced upon them so cruelly. Harry makes Sirius blossom.

[convoloutedinjoke]

If Harry’s tragedy is that he can’t go on like this but he has to, Kim’s tragedy is that he doesn’t have to go on like this but he will.

[siriussslut]

Pandora tying you up with a vibrator while she sits there and watches (make her mean please🫶🫶) also you getting extremely overstimulated while she pretends to not notice and takes photos of you saying that she’ll show her friends 

short but🤤🤤

warnings: explicit smut, degrading, crying, overstimulation, bdsm

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you grit your teeth, tears spilling down your cheeks. the vibrator between your thighs continues its brutal pace as you writhe on your girlfriend’s bed, trying to twist your way out of the bonds tying you to the headboard.

you cry out in frustration.

pandora clicks her tongue. “oh, stop whining,” she says, her tone bitchy.

you try to form a sentence, instead just stuttering something incoherent. pandora laughs.

“aw, is the little slut too fucked-out? can’t even form a sentence, huh?” her tone is mocking and cruel. another tear slides down your cheek. “fucking idiot.”

she lifts her phone up, framing your naked, tied up body in the camera. “i’m gonna show this to all our friends, show them how pathetic you are.”

you grind into the vibrator, wanting more despite the overstimulation. you hear the quick shutters of her camera, but you can’t stop. you sob as you come on her sheets again.

really, you want to come by her hand, but you’ve given up on begging.

pandora laughs again, lips stretched into a cruel smirk. her fingernails click against her phone screen as she types something. “and… send.” she meets your eyes, a cruel light shining in hers. “to the group chat.”

[soup-of-the-daisies]

time travelling harry being slightly fond of orion black because he looks and sounds so much like sirius, but soon realising he’s actually unbearingly and unbelievably fond of orion himself… orion being baffled, suspicious and quite flattered that someone likes him for him, not just for his last name or status as heir, and promptly deciding he’d die for harry… tom seething with jealousy watching them hang out and being generally attached the hip, knowing he can’t kill orion because 1) harry would NEVER forgive him or talk to him again, and 2) it’d be a shame to alienate the ancient and most noble house of black by getting rid of their heir

[sacrificialter]

"I said sit down, not get comfortable!" (worshiping your lovers thighs on the job).

Just playing around with Auror Harry x Healer Draco or Durmstrang Harry x Beauxbatons Draco I'd probably draw them the same tbh.

Also SO In my mind adult Draco embraces being a son of Black right and up until now I was dead set of him having straight silver hair to oppose Harry's black curls but I was like shouldn't a son of black have wavy Hair and EUGH the answer is yes.

(That meant I had to change Harry's hair to straight because ✨romance✨ and that's not my Harry but I can lean to love him, I guess ill switch between the two.)

[leverage-ot3]

love how we all went into redemption either wary of or expecting to hate harry but within two episodes we all collectively went, oh, he’s just some lil weird guy and we adopted him just like the leverage crew did

[blackcathjp]

draco constantly complains and makes fun of harry's hair. one day, harry snaps and gets a haircut. he comes home and draco just stares. slack jawed. shocked. speechless. harry snaps, "what? isn't this what you wanted?"

draco, with sad eyes, whispers, "love of my life, what did you do?" and bursts into tears.

draco is inconsolable. devastated. heartbroken. yes, he jokes about harry's messy hair, it is most definitely a rat's nest, but seeing him LIKE THIS... that is NOT his harry 😭

meanwhile, harry is still reeling from this revelation. "i'm the love of your life?"

draco pauses, realization setting in, his face turning redder. his voice wobbles out, "y-yes, isn't that obvious?"

harry softens, steps closer. "i love you too."

draco's heart skips. harry loves him back! but all of his teasing, mean-spirited jokes drove harry to cut his hair off and make such a drastic change. his heart aches thinking that he must have caused so much sadness and anger in harry, and oh no, the tears start again.

"oh, my love, i didn't mean it, i loved - love - your hair as it was. it's just so... YOU. and it's still you but it's also not and i'm sorry if i made you think you should change-"

harry kisses him, amused. "i was a little mad about that last joke you made, but i was due for a haircut anyway."

"still," draco sniffles. he pats harry's hair. it was much too short, he couldn't ruffle it anymore like he used to. he didn't realize until now how much he did that everyday. a gentle hand on the back of harry's head, softly petting his hair while he read. an unconscious habitual gesture that was comforting and domestic. he didn't realize how much he liked it until he couldn't do it anymore :(

over the next few days, draco feels bittersweet. he stares often at harry's head. he kisses his temple a lot, a bit as an apology, and mostly because he wants to. if he sheds a tear in private about the loss of harry's glorious hair, then that's his business.

a week later, after his quiet moping and harry worshipping (lots of kisses, lots of cuddling, lots of touching) his magic manifests a miracle (it was just tired of his dramatic melancholy and longing):

harry's head of full of hair, restored to perfection.

[pauleonotis]

…I cannot not draw something for mermay xD

This scene is from one of my all time favorite fics The Curse of the Sea by @samyistrying !

[mattzerella-sticks]

We lost Madney wedding planning 😢 Henren bonding with Mara 😢😢 Bathena shenanigans with Harry (and May?) 😢😢😢 and Buck coming out to his loved ones 😢😢😢😢 by skipping to the wedding due to the shortened season.

This ain't just a fanfic gap it's a CANYON!

[jakeperalta]

literally obsessed with abc getting hold of buck and immediately going "before we do anything else let's just make it clear that man is NOT straight"

[ringosmistress]

[seleneprince]

"I wonder what kind of sleepovers they have in Slytherin. Bet they spend the night worshipping the Dark Lord and preaching the importance of blood purity"

"Yeah, they probably just have silly tea parties and talk shit about the rest of us, those pompous snakes"

Meanwhile, the Slytherin dorms on a normal day:

(Spoiler: Pandora and Snape are the ones to suggest it everytime, and the rest of girls follow out of curiosity)

[hazyange1s]

Sebastian as a Cursebreaker (after he gets his shit together)? absolutely.

[wyrmwright]

disco days

[reluctantfandomsideblog]

We ALL know.

[cryptiduni]

“white mourning.”