#hp brotp

[itsgrangerweasley]

Harry: Did you and Ron have a fight? 

Hermione: Ron had a fight. I was being perfectly reasonable.

[snapeingturtle]

Severus: I'm playing a drinking game. It's called everytime I feel depressed about something, I take a drink.

Minerva: That's already a game. It's called alcoholism.

Dumbledore: I remember the first few drinks, and um, after that the night's just bits and pieces

[sneverussape]

not with a bang, but with a whimper.

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snapetober 2022 - reconciliation

[thereaderarchive]

thereaderarchive reads CoS (2)

Head's up: This post is an ode to Arthur Weasley and Ron and Harry's friendship.

Ron really said I'm gonna make you part of my family you like it or not. He wrote at least TWELVE TIMES. THE COMMITMENT. Also, Harry's sass is on point.

So the twins and Ron know how to pick open a lock, which leads me to believe that all the Weasley siblings can, but most importantly, they talk about knowing muggle tricks. My natural and totally logical conclusion? Arthur Weasley taught them. I SAID IT.

Oh really? And yet I recall not a chapter ago you saying even news from Malfoy was better than nothing. Huh.

Percy is a cool nerd and the king of time management. He already has a girlfriend before any of his siblings (in school, Charlie is ace in my heart and Bill is too hot and independent to be single and not ready to mingle), and no one in his family suspects a thing.

HAHAHHA ARTHUR PLEASE!

Molly fattening Harry is one of my favorite canon dynamics. I always love to read it in fanfics and add it to what I write.

Not ONE girl has been called very good-looking yet (I think?). Harry "bi-who-lived" Potter my beloved. Also, I am forever mad at the fact that the movies never gave us HOT Lockhart. We were robbed! They also never gave us hot twink Firenze so what was I expecting (see thereaderarchive reads PS part 9).

ARTHUR WEASLEY THE ICON YOU ARE!

Clearly, the ones that made the movies read only this about Ginny because she always had a personality.

THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS SO CUTE, YOUR HONOR!!!! I LOVE HARRY AND RON'S FRIENDSHIP! THEY FOUND EACH OTHER, TRULY.

[tinyluminaryzombie]

@hprecfest Day 10: fest fic(s)

X Marks the Spot by @athenasparrow

(Jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May Event 2023)

Ship: James/Lily, background Sirius/Remus Rating: Mature Relevant Tags: Alternate universe - muggle, Euphemia Potter Warnings: N/A Word Count: 3,248

“Unless something has gone horribly wrong with my parenting, James should know exactly where the clitoris is,” Euphemia announced airily. OR: Lily is in need of a competent date; Euphemia has ideas.

Priorities by @annabtg

(BlackEvans BFF Week 2023)

Ship: James/Lily and Lily & Sirius friendship Rating: General Audiences Relevant Tags: Canon compliant, pregnancy Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,142

When Lily receives some life-altering news, she turns to Sirius for comfort.

[hpseeker99]

Harry: 🎵cAsTaWaYs🎵 Harry: 🎵wE aRe cAsTaWaYs🎵 Hermione: Can you stop? We're literally at Snape's funeral! Harry: Harry: 🎵pAsSeD aWaY🎵 Harry: 🎵He HaS pAsSeD aWaY🎵

[cursed-herbalist]

LUNAS & ALEXEJ aka KAVERY | HP WWI VERSE

Here’s to this little man and their friendship! Happy birthday, Lexi!! 🤎 Lunas would never say it out loud but he loves you XD

Alexej belongs to the insanely talented @potionboy3

[katrara]

I thought you knew

[potionboy3]

alexej kavinsky & lunas avery | ww1 era

this duo was so much fun to draw! no i'm not obsessed.

lunas belongs to the lovely @cursed-herbalist ❤️ (about a time i draw one of yours!)

[itsgrangerweasley]

Harry: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Ron : I'm a knife.

Hermione, from across the room: He’s the little spoon.

[snapeingturtle]

Does anyone know some or even have a list of fanfics with McGonagall and Snape friendship/mentorship? I accept no ships or any ships between Hogwarts staff and other adults, don't really care about what's going on with the students.

but in my heart McGonagall and Sprout are in love and Snape is a bi slut

[mirrorofliterature]

james & sirius: vibes

james to sirius about regulus: bro you gotta fix stuff with your other bro it’s just how bromances work BRO

[thereaderarchive]

thereaderarchive reads PS (6)

*Sixth-year Roonil Wazlib CACKELS in the background*

Stop it!!! HE'S SO CUTE! HE LOST TWO (2) POINTS and he's so worried about it!

Ron's cute too, they are at that point where they aren't exactly friends so he has to ask Harry if he can go too. A couple of months and he will be in his "if you try to hurt my Harry you'll have to hurt me first" era. An era that lasts a lifetime because this is a Ron Weasley Defense Squad account.

[phoenixlionme]

Fictional Siblings from Multiple Births (i.e., twins, triplets, etc.) Appreciation Post

[tinyluminaryzombie]

Evergreen and Pine Read on ao3 | 1,058 words

For @mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week! Prompt: Padfoot Knows

Lily Evans is stuck in a closet with Sirius. All Sirius wants to talk about is exactly what she's trying not to think about: James Potter. Or: A seven minutes in heaven that's more like seven minutes of sweet sweet integration ft. Lily and Sirius.

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

No matter what anyone will say tomorrow, Lily Evans wanted to have fun tonight.

It’s just that being stuck in a closet with Sirius Black wasn’t included in that plan.

“You know I’m not kissing you,” Lily half-whispered.

“Evans. Chill. It’s not like I have a death wish,” Sirius replied, deadpanned. “Though on second thought, I might. But I certainly don’t want a vengeful Prongs being the last thing I see,” Sirius added.

“You sure about that, Black?” Even now, Sirius wouldn’t drop the act. On some level, under annoyance and bitterness, Lily was slightly impressed. He will never stop being the ever-loyal friend, continuing the joke with no audience to hear.

“The fact that he would kill me or that I don’t want his fist in my face to be the last thing I experience?” Sirius replied.

Lily sighed. “Either. Both.” Honestly, she just wanted Sirius to stop acting as if his best mate’s in love with her. The unrealistic part of her brain has been running wild. It might not be his fault, but she needs Sirius to stop fueling her false hopes and daydreams.

“You don’t have to keep up appearances for me—”

“—Evans”

“Yes, I know you always keep up appearances,” Lily quickly interjected, stopping Sirius from hijacking what she was about to say. “You don’t have to pretend that James still likes me. Or that he’s really that stupid to fight his best friend and his—and I quote ‘brother from another mother’—because of a silly, little, juvenile crush three years ago.”

Sirius started laughing the second Lily finished. It made her want to scream. Despite his thoughts on the matter, nothing about this was funny.

“That’s a lot of adjectives, Evans,” Sirius said. Lily felt an unreasonable need to stomp her foot and whine. Instead, she decided a glare would have to do.

“And yes,” in an overdone grave tone, Sirius began again, “I am 80% sure that Prongs would at least plan my murder if I ever made a move. Don’t worry though, you’re not my type.”

Now they were getting somewhere. Ideally, Sirius would have just admitted James’s lack of feelings. It would sting like hell, but then maybe she could move on. But that wasn’t going to happen. So, steering the direction away from James Potter was the next best option.

It would also probably slow her rising heart rate.

“...So you have a type?” Lily managed, feigning casualness.

Sirius just swatted her arm before sinking to the cool floor. He cleaned his throat, smirked, and then said, “This is officially a Lily Evans intervention, warmest welcome.”

Damnit. Lily rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Sirius.

“You’re the smartest in our class but—”

“Are you really staging an intervention to deflect from my question?” Lily asked. Yes, she was the first to deflect. But if she couldn’t get away with it, neither would he.

“It’s my time. You can detective all you want afterward. Anyways, you’re the smartest in our class but you’re so oblivious,” Sirius said.

“So when does my time start?” Lily asked, all innocence.

Sirius turned his head to directly look at her. “You don’t have to keep up appearances for me, Lily.”

Well, shit.“What appearances? I’m just trying to get through these seven minutes so I can go back to Marlene, Dorcas, Alice, and Remus,” Lily said meekly.

“And James too, right?”

Oh, next time she finds Sirius out after curfew she is not looking the other way.Lily’s mind raced. Sirius was doing this right now, right here. If Sirius knew, then James knew, and if James knew...

“I see you practically oozing hope every time he looks at you,” Sirius’s voice pierced her thoughts. “About five seconds later you freeze when you remember you’re supposed to hate him. But you don’t hate him.”

At least 60% of her wanted to punch him. Or to scream, to yell. But pretending was taking so much energy. She was just tired enough to entertain the idea of honesty.

Sirius decided to continue his little speech.  “I saw you almost set three scrolls on fire after he walked into the common room, shirtless after Quidditch. Which by the way doesn't make any sense because everyone was looking at me.”

Bloody hell. Sirius was set out to ruin her.

Lily thought she hid her feelings well, only allowing them out when no one else was the wiser. But that night she couldn’t not look. The James Box Lily locked in public kept slowly opening. And when James got butterbeer on his Cupid’s bow she might have decided to lower the facade. Just a tad. And just for herself.

Wait, no. It’s Potter. Not James. She has to stop calling him that if she wants to move on.

Potter. Not James.

Really, all Lily could do was slide down to the floor and feebly laugh.

“Evans, come on. You know you’ll be Minister of Magic one day, or head healer or top auror, or the goddamn queen. But don’t fool yourself, we all know you’re going to be Mrs. Potter – or you know, Evans-Potter, or Potter-Evans, or whatever, you, Evans, married to James Potter,” Sirius said.

“Are you finished,” Lily asked.

Sirius shrugged, waiting for her response.

“Okay.” Lily took a breath, needing to center herself. “Okay. Maybe I have some feelings. Some non-platonic, messy feelings for him. You’re honestly confusing me right now, which isn’t fair. Because I have been working on it! Just like how you're ‘working on it,’” Lily said, using air quotes at the end. 

“Bloody hell, Black!” Lily exclaimed as she stood up. These seven minutes were lasting forever. “You can’t just do that! Anyway, it’s my turn. So, do you want to tell me whose face you do want to see at the end of it all? Who you are always fawning over? Buying sweaters with extra long sleeves so he can use the cuffs like mittens?” Lily asked.

The closet was suddenly too silent. Lily moved towards Sirius, sliding down. Quietly she whispered, “Tell me I’m wrong Sirius. Tell me Remus Lupin isn’t exactly your type.”

Sirius took a moment, running his hands through his hair. “So...you’re right. And I’m right?” He looked at her again. “Oh my god, Evans. We’re both fucked.”

Lily had to agree.

[hornyblogofhelen]

Okay, it's horny week again, here I am again with new fandom thoughts

/Just yesterday I had the idea to draw a little sketch with another gay joke of mine, but due to the fact that I'm very busy and don't have time to do it, I'll leave this sketch here in print form

K-hEm--

Sota again convinces Thriffith to stop being shy about his feelings and to go to El Moco, to say a couple of compliments, if they are so close. And Thriffith would have agreed if it weren't for one "but": the moment he and Sota arrived at the thieves' market, he caught El Moco practicing his athletic skills.

Thriffith stares at the bandit's torso, at the way he lifts heavy weights, at the way he gets more buff by doing exercises to strengthen the muscles of his body.... Watching him, sweat like a sinner in church, his face flushed with color.

- Oh... - Thriff sighed, clenching his jaw tensely with his fingers.

- What's wrong? - A perplexed Sota asked.

- It's... It's very dangerous...

- Why?

- Because... Because you can't.

Thriffith had only one single rule he adhered to - stay away from El Moco during sports.

- Who told you that?

- I told myself that.

- You did? And you're just going to stick to this ban to the end?! - Sota was outraged, - What's so scary about this training?!

- It's not the training itself that I'm afraid of... - Thriffith almost mumbled.

- Then what is it?

The unsure assassin took a deep breath and pointed at El Moco with a look, saying:

- This.

Sota turned his head toward the Bandit King. His face contorted in amazement. The muscles of the Thieves Market's Chief Director were simply colossal. And the way the sweat droplets rolled down his body, which made his body glisten mesmerizingly in the light of the lanterns, - was a sight to behold.

- Wow... - Sota said in a muffled and almost hoarse voice, not taking his eyes off the Bandit King, - Yes, you're right, it's very difficult to control oneself under such circumstances...

- Yeah... You're right...

- You should definitely go to him. - Sota suddenly said, smiling with his 32 teeth.

- Uh-huh... Wait, what?! - Thriffith was surprised.

- You heard me.

- No! I'm not going in there for any reason!

- Oh, come on!

- I said I'm not going!

- Yes, you are! It'll be fine!

- Sota, you don't understand! It's... muscular mess! I'm not gonna survive in there! - Thriffith wouldn't stop, - They'll fuck me, turn me inside out, then fuck me again, and before you know it, I'll be spending my time in heaven! Or hell! It doesn't make any difference! You still think going to the bendits is a good idea?!

- ...Yes.