#i am so! sick! of the frizz and the fluff

[cappurrccino]

the problem with trying to look for haircut reffos is that every picture is like "oh there's a ton of styling and products that went into that, there's no way to know what it'll look like if you don't do that every day"

[stark-tony]

I'd love hp recs if you're willing!

 * = incomplete

boy with a scar series* by dirgewithoutmusic  

summary:  A series of "what if" rewrites of Harry Potter, books 1-7. Cross-posted from tumblr (ink-splotch).

pairings: romione, hinny, wolfstar, bleur, jily

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings:

we must unite inside her walls or we'll crumble from within series by dirgewithoutmusic

summary:  stories for the ladies of hogwarts, who cry, waver, giggle, trespass, and who deserve our respect all the same

pairings:

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

the dogfather au by hollimichele

summary:  “I’m not a reverse werewolf either,” says the man. “I’m your godfather.”

pairings: wolfstar

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

The Changeling + Armistice Series*  by Annerb

summary:  Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

pairings: hinny

tags: angst, drama

warnings: rape

tell me whether he is dead by LullabyKnell

summary: Post-DH AU: Harry suffers a few side-effects of dying but not dying.

“Hey, can someone help me with this? The mirror in the bedroom’s stopped working for me."

“What do you mean ‘the mirror’s stopped working’?”

pairings: hermione/harry/ron

tags: fluff, angst, humor

warnings: none

Regulus Black and the Way Things Changed: A Not!Fic by imaginary_golux

summary: What if Regulus Black, and not Severus Snape, ended up being the turncoat Potions Master of Hogwarts?

A not!fic written in bullet points, ignoring the Deathly Hallows entirely because they annoy me.

Beta by my immensely patient Best Beloved, Turn_of_the_Sonic_Screw, and by the delightful starbirdrampant.

pairings: wolfstar

tags: crack

warnings: none

who discovered your secret by LullabyKnell

summary: Pre-Canon AU: On the street named Privet Drive, in Little Whinging, Surrey, a man lived alone at Number Eight, supposedly.

It was apparently difficult to tell.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none

Little Lion Boy by ShanaStoryteller

summary: Draco is sorted into Gryffindor.

It's all part of the plan, really.

parings: none

tags: 

warnings: none

a witch in the family by LullabyKnell

summary: - "For the 5+ Headcanon game, what do you think of an AU in which Petunia is a witch?"

Pre-Canon AU: Petunia Evans learns important life lessons from the magical world that every proper witch ought to know.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

when in doubt, go to the library by LullabyKnell

summary:  The Hogwarts Library saves the Wizarding World through the power of reading. 

pairings: none

tags: humor, crack

warnings: none

these long cold days by dirgewithoutmusic

summary: In the war, Dean holed up in hollows and friendly attics and Muggle pubs. He drew Umbridge the Toad, noseless Voldy confused by the last dozen plus years of wizardly pop culture, the Ministry of Magic with its fingers stuffed in its stuffy ears.

He drew Snape as Headmaster, his sneer easy after seven years of notebook margin practice. Dean drew the Dark Mark over London’s skyline and he left his work nailed up around Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Godric’s Hollow. He signed his name. He had things he wanted to say.

There were long days when he didn’t talk to anyone– walking old fields and long roads, sleeping in haystacks. There were long weeks when he only talked to strangers– passersby, shop owners, sympathizers, snatchers who he traded curses with.

He drew the Gryffindor Common Room, hearths all ablaze. He listened to Lee Jordan’s radio show on the crackling airwaves. He drew his little sisters, who had gone to France with his mother and father. He drew faces from the darkened boys’ dormitory– Harry’s long bangs hiding his scar, Neville practicing his dance moves for the Yule Ball, Ron asleep with his head on his thick Weasley sweater, Seamus grinning at him over a three a.m. game of cards.

pairings: deamus

tags: angst

warnings: kidnapping

Rise by Kyra_Neko_Rei

summary: When Voldemort came to kill Harry, Lily met him with a SIG Sauer pistol she bought at a pawn shop. Seems Dark Lords die as easily as anyone else when you empty two clips into them.

Hailed as the savior of the Wizarding world, Lily has a live baby, a dead husband, the personal enmity of most of the Dark Lord's followers, and not the slightest idea how to put her life back together.

Phoenixes have it easy. Burn, die, rise from the ashes.

For humans it's a bit different. Sort of.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: character death

look to your kingdoms by Vail

summary:  When she visits Diagon Alley, Hermione hates that the first thing the shop clerk in the apothecary tries to sell her is a potion to “tame her hair.” She likes her hair the way it is, curls and frizz, heavy around her shoulders. She thought the wizarding world would be different. (Black Hermione character study.)

pairings: none 

tags: drama

warnings: racism

The Chamber Strike by BlainelovesKurt, evansentranced  

summary:  Harry is sick of Umbridge and everyone pushing him around. Halfway through fifth year, he decides to Do Something about it. Warning: Contains nuts. And cults, falling sugar bowls, terrible handwriting, and beleaguered caretakers. Crack!fic. Written with transfiguredbunny over Thanksgiving of 2006 after we ate ALL the turkey.

pairings: none

tags: crack

warnings: none

Dudley Dursley's Most Unexpectedly Fortunate Flower by aTasteofCaramell

summary: Dudley Dursley is leading a perfectly normal life, his contact with his odd cousin limited to Christmas cards and peculiar memories.

Until his daughter sneezes and sets the curtains on fire.

pairings: dudley/ original female character, hinny

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

repeated a thousand times in golden ink by LullabyKnell

summary: Half-Blood Prince AU: In which Luna makes a friend through desk art and Ginny helps.

Shameless, essentially plotless friendship fluff.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The Splendid Gallery by LullabyKnell

summary: Pre-POA AU: In the summer of 1993, the Grangers vacation in France and meet the Delacours. When the Granger-Delacour parents elect to explore Wizarding France as a group, Hermione Granger is thrown together with a girl named Fleur Delacour due to some bizarre idea that they will somehow magically become friends. Even though they have nothing whatsoever in common and Hermione doesn't like Fleur at all!

In which two of the brightest witches of their age become very good friends.

pairings: fleur/ hermione

tags: fluff

warnings: none

riding up the wrong path by ashen_key

summary: When Lily is eighteen, she cuts her hair and joins the army. The British Army.The British Muggle Army.

Despite what the gossip papers say, she leaves her wand at home. She's not a complete idiot.

– –

Oh, right.

Maybe take a few steps back.

pairings: none

tags: 

warnings: none

there will come a time, you'll see by aloneintherain

summary: They have Shepard’s pie for dinner. Ron and Hermione watch Harry fill up his plate and only start serving themselves when he picks up his fork and starts eating. Neville laughs into his wine glass. 

“How are you dealing with their mothering, Harry?” he asks.

Ron opens and closes his mouth for a minute, groping for an excuse. Eventually, Ron says, “He’s just so small, Nev.”

“Hey,” Harry says. “I’m seventeen. I’m an adult.”

Ron shakes his head at Neville. “My best friend is an infant.”

A curse regresses Harry to his seventeen year old self, physically and mentally. He doesn’t recognise this strange peaceful wizarding world, but there are two people he does recognise: Ron and Hermione.

 Based off this tumblr post.

pairings: romione

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

call it a badge of honor by dirgewithoutmusic

summary:  In those halls, they faced down Death Eaters under the guise of teaching robes. They faced them with raised wands, raised fists, or just raised chins, these children who kept telling stories in the dark about Harry Potter, who was going to save them.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

summary: “You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I never even finished seventh year. Between everything, I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

pairings: hinny

tags: fluff, humor, angst

warnings:

THERMOS!, or, How a Muggle-Born Brought a New Age of Spell-Making to Hogwarts (Entirely by Accident) by susieboo

summary: Muggle-born witch Phoebe McDevitt just wanted her tea to stay warm during class. She didn't expect to accidentally start a spell-making craze among her classmates.

[Oneshot. Next generation. Based off a Tumblr post, which I will link to in the notes.] 

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

and ready to suffer and ready to hope by irnan (locked to ao3 users)

summary:  or, the one where petunia evans is a witch.

pairings: jily, hinny

tags: angst

warnings: character death

a very nice thing to say by LullabyKnell

summary:  Chamber of Secrets AU: Harry and Ron miss the train to Hogwarts. Luckily for them, they're not the only ones. Harry's not sure what's going on, what they're going to do, or who these people are exactly, but Ron seems to know these Lovegood people and it's not like there's anyone else to help them get to Hogwarts. 

tags: fluff, humor, 

pairings: none

warnings: none

yesterday we were just children playing soliders by girlmadeofstars

summary: What if, when Harry heard the Slytherin portion of the Hat's song, he payed attention when the Hat sung perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends? Imagine this: a little boy- beaten, and ignored, for his entire life. A little boy- friendless, and lonely. A little boy- desperate for the kind of friendship he had read about in books, seen on the television screen.

When the Hat offered him Slytherin, imagine that Harry said yes.

pairings: hinny, romione, astoria/ draco

tags: 

warnings:

The Transfiguration Incident, Or Pettigrew's Problems by Kyra_Neko_Rei

summary:  The lesson is transfiguring rats into teacups . . . only Ron Weasley's rat is actually an Animagus, which has dire consequences for the spell, for Peter Pettigrew, and for the Dark Lord's prospects for resurrection (and rather better consequences for Minerva McGonagall's reputation). Cross-posted (finally!) from Tumblr.

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

In the Name of the Brave* by LullabyKnell

summary: “Who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?” 

“Oh, that’s Professor Black.”

- A slow-paced, self-indulgent, canon rewrite Philosopher's Stone AU.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none 

Take Two* by Bundibird

summary: Never let it be said that a Slytherin doesn’t know to take hold of an opportunity when it’s presented to him on a silver platter.

[A Fourth Year AU in which Draco makes the most of Potter and Weasley’s fight and takes a second shot at befriending Harry. For the Greater Evil, obviously.]

Cross-posted at ff.n

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: 

Percy Weasley and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by LullabyKnell

summary:  Pre-Philosopher's Stone AU: In which fourteen-year-old Percy Weasley is very stressed, does not get enough sleep, and accidentally and unknowingly saves the Wizarding World because of bad aim.

pairings: none

tags: humor

warnings: none

beautiful enough for the both of us by dirgewithoutmusic

summary: “You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out.

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Werewolf!Lavender, post-canon

pairings: lavender/ parvati

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

[whipashwhipash]

i read a fic called Jughead Gets The Flu by betsforsythetrash. i was wondering if u could write something like it?!? Jughead is really sick and betty takes car of him(fluff and a little angst) (maybe a multi fic? but idk) it would be awesome! plz❤️

“No Betty, don’t. I’m fine.”  Jughead’s voice rasped from one sides of the phone call.

“Jughead if your sick I’m coming to see you.” Betty said, determined on her plan.

“Betty you have classes today. Your not missing them.” Jughead argued.

“Yes I am. I am the smartest one in our grade and I have never missed any classes. I deserve a day off.” Betty said, leaning her shoulder against the cool metal of her locker.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“I’ll bring soup. And cookies.”

“…Fine. I’m at my dad’s trailer.” Jughead said, finally caving in. Her fell back onto the ratty couch that he was sitting on. He was surrounded by tissues and blankets. He had empty bowls and cups pilling up on the wood coffee table. He coughed up some more sludge before re-wrapping himself in his many blankets. His eyes fluttered closed as he fell into his fifth nap of the day.

Betty finally made her way out of the high school and ran as fast as she could to the dusty trailer park on the south side of town. Her white converse were being scuffed up from the pavement and her trademark ponytail was starting to frizz from the small beads of sweat that was falling down her face.

Before she went to FP’s trailer, she ran to her house to get her ‘nurse’ supplies. She grabbed a thermometer, a facecloth, Advil, throat lozenges, a hot water bottle, soup, and her famous chocolate chip cookies. Jughead’s favourite.

She then locked the door to her house and started off again. She ran past the high school, Pops and Veronica’s house before crossing over the railroads to the south side. She held onto her backpack with one hand and made her way to one of the trailers. She knocked on the door and opened it when no one answered. She slowly creaked the metal door opened to see her tall boyfriend buried under a ton of fuzzy blankets. She walked over to the couch and squatted down to his level. She brushed one of his curls away from his face and gave him a small kiss on his nose.

“Hey Jug.” Her soft voice filled his ears as his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey Betty.” Jughead said, obvious frog in his voice. Betty gave him a sweet smile before helping him sit up on the sunken couch.

“Are you feeling okay?” Betty asked, while he rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m fine Betty. It’s just a cold.” Jughead said, trying to inch away from his girlfriend who was attempting to take his temperature.

“Jughead, let me help you. The faster you get better, the faster we can go to pop’s and get milkshakes. And burgers.” She said. Jughead’s mouth dropped and started to water and she took that as a chance to stick the thermometer into his mouth and under his tongue.

He closed his mouth around it and let Betty take over. After it beeped, she took it out and her face fell. “Jug, you don’t have a cold. You have the flu. I’m going to stay here all day keeping you company and making you feel better.” Betty said, reaching into her backpack for more supplies.

“But you have classes!” Jughead argued, coughing right after he finished his sentence.

“Do you really want me to leave?” Betty asked, holding both of his hands in her small ones.

“No.” Jughead mumbled, leaning his sweaty forehead against hers. She pulled away after a bit and moved into the newly cleaned kitchen to start the soup. She placed the cold soup in the pot and grabbed a plate for the cookies. She grabbed the plate and brought it into the living room, setting it onto the coffee table. She also grabbed all of the dirty dishes and brought them to the kitchen as well. She placed the cold face cloth on his forehead and gave him a kiss.

She walked back into the kitchen and grabbed two clean bowls, filling them up with the hot chicken noodle soup. She walked back into the living room and noticed that the cookie plate only had one cookie left on it.

“How many cookies did you eat?” Betty asked, sitting down and handing him a bowl of soup.

“All of them. Except for that one, that ones for you.” He said, slurping up one spoonful of her warm soup.

“Thanks Juggie. I appreciate it.” Betty said, taking a sip of her soup.

They just sat there for a while, just soaking in each others presence. She had joined him on the couch and she was making sure that he was eating all of his soup. Once they both finished slurping down the chicken soup, he had his head placed on her lap, soft hands running through his dark waves.

“Thank you so much Betty.” Jughead mumbled, half asleep.

“No problem. I knew you would do the same for me Jug.” Betty said, back leaning against the soft material of the couch.

“I love you, Betty Cooper.”

Hey! Thank you so much for this prompt! It is rather short and I didn’t have much time to write it, but I hope you like it!

[smallerinfinities]

Fever

a/n: In which reader gets sick and doesn't tell Shawn until he gets home. He takes care of her. Major Boyfriend!Shawn. Major fluff.

P.S. Fun fact: I wrote and am posting this while on a plane. Second imagine of the day!

Tell me how you feel about Boyfriend!Shawn. I think I like him.

You were just pulling the last tissue from the fourth consecutive Kleenex box when your phone lit up. Your thumbs furiously moved across the screen in reply.

You smiled at the screen, glad the ellipses bubbles had silenced and he was focusing on driving. The last few days without him had been miserable. You had gotten sick but hadn’t told him because you didn’t want him to worry. He already had so much to worry about with the busy tour schedule, you didn’t want to add any burden. It was good that he hadn’t had time to call because he would have known immediately if he had heard your voice, or lack thereof.

A few minutes later, you heard the key turn in the condo lock and suitcase wheels roll across the hardwoods. He walked into the bedroom with a stupid grin on his face that immediately faltered when he saw you.

“Baby? What happened?!”

You quickly grabbed at the small pile of tissues that had accumulated on the nightstand and played innocent. “I’m fine...it's just allergies.”

“Bullshit, I can hear the congestion in your chest! Why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked with a hint of accusation in his voice. He was pissed. You knew he would be pissed. He walked over to you and locked you in a tight embrace, his black Givenchy hoodie soft against your dehydrated skin. His massive hands smoothed your fever-frizzed hair.

“You’re burning up!”

“I know,” you sighed, backing away from him, “you really shouldn't be here. You’re gonna get sick too.”

“Fuck that, I’m not leaving you here alone. How long has this been going on?” he asked, accusation turning to worry.

“Uhm, about a week,” you bit your bottom lip sheepishly. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands up at you.

“Get back in bed. I'll bring you a fresh box of tissues and some NyQuil.” He stripped off his sweatshirt, revealing a crisp white tee that stretched across his biceps, and pushed it at you, “put that on to keep the chills at bay.”

“Roger that, Dr. Mendes.” You gave him a fake salute and did an about face. Your body rejected the too-quick motion and set you off-balance, forcing you backward. Shawn was there in an instant, catching you in his arms. You leaned against his broad, firm chest and sighed. In one swift motion, he swung you up into his arms and placed you gently on the bed. He lifted your arms and secured his sweatshirt around you, already warm from his body heat.

“This smells like you,” you said as you snuggled down into the sheets, “I’m keeping it.” He smiled down at you and in your fever-induced haze he looked like an angel with a full glow around him. He tucked you in and briefly left the room, returning with a glass of water, fresh Kleenex, and two beautiful cold and flu pills.

“Take these,” he instructed, holding the water to your lips after popping the pills in your mouth. You swallowed in two big gulps and looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“You’re so good to me,” you sobbed, all of the anxiety over being sick and alone finally spilling over, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m home now. I’ll take care of you,” he cooed, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He carefully scooped you up and slid into bed, placing you in the crook of his arm. You laid your head on his chest and relaxed for the first time in what felt like days. Your eyes grew heavy and your breathing settled into a steady rhythm, his body wrapping you in a warm cocoon against the chill of the room.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and letting his cheek rest there. A soft sigh left your lips as you drifted off to sleep knowing he would be there in the morning.