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Masterlist of my “12 Days of Fandom” recs, inspired by this post. As always, please check the tags and author's notes before reading. Enjoy!

🔸 Terminal Lucidity by @romaine2424 (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated G, 3K) This bittersweet fic has Harry putting his abilities as Master of Death to good use by comforting those close to death themselves. We see him at work here, adeptly easing the way for someone dear to him with compassion and care. I found this story incredibly moving and a beautiful portrait of family ties in the face of an impending loss. Featuring older, established Drarry and the Black-Malfoy family.

🔹 Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (Drarry, rated E, 46K) Gorgeously and vividly written, this university rowing AU drew me in right from the get-go, despite the fact that Muggle AUs are not my typical cuppa. The enemies-to-lovers tension is perfectly paced as Harry and Draco fight for the same spot on the Oxford team. Citrusses did a fantastic job translating their backgrounds and personalities (as well as those of other familiar characters from the books) into this world. Class divisions and the pressure of a highly-public sporting event stand in very effectively for Harry’s canon experiences. All in all, the story has the poignancy and drama of a lush coming of age film, and I can’t recommend it highly enough!

🔸 The Pile by @b-vul (Drarry, not rated, about 1.5K) This hilarious ficlet was born out of littlewinnow’s tumblr post about Veela!Harry performing an intricate mating dance to impress Draco. Delightfully, it’s from Harry’s POV as he blindly “trusts his instincts” to guide him into increasingly bizarre actions. And the evolution of Draco’s reaction is pure comedy gold. I’ve come back to reread this one a couple of times, and it never fails to have me in stitches. (The tumblr thread also contains adorable art by regretfulcorrine!)

🔹 Shine on, You Crazy Diamond by @lagerloutfic (Drarry, HD Mpreg Fest, rated E, 42K) This is one of those fics that you can’t stop reading once you start (something I confirmed this morning when I went to skim through it for this rec and wound up spending a few happy hours devouring the entire thing again). It’s laugh-out-loud funny and deliciously smutty, with a full cast of delightful side characters and just the right amount of feelings. The story begins with the discovery of Draco’s surprise pregnancy, then switches to a long flashback of Harry’s gay awakening and his fast sexual/slow emotional burn relationship with Draco. The entire fic has a joyful feel—banter-filled pub nights, chaotic family dinners, audacious curse breaking—culminating in the baby’s arrival, which left me in happy tears and wishing for another 40K of this fabulous story. Featuring confident Harry, supportive friends & family, hot Charlie, and some shamelessly kinky Unspeakables.

🔸 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (Draco/Ron/Harry, Dronarry Fest, rated E, 16K) Draco/Ron/Harry is not a ship I’d ventured into before I read this fic, but I’m so glad I did! Sweet’s writing always hits the right spot in my brain, and her alternating POVs and spot-on characterizations of all three boys are delightful. I especially loved Ron’s sexy self-assurance here. The unique magical theory around sentient houses is fascinating and ultimately poignant, once Draco gets to the root cause of the Burrow’s behavior. Sweet-sorrow surely lived up to her username with this one, weaving grief with humor and a heartwarming resolution.

🔹 Harry Potter Gets a Job (A 106-Page Comic) by dustmouth (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated M) Dustmouth’s comics never miss, I swear! In this one, we find Harry overcoming his distrust of Draco with the help of the Weasleys, especially Ron (who is definitely up to something himself). All of my favorite Dustmouth elements are here: the expressive characters, Draco’s wild wardrobe choices, and punchy dialogue galore. Also featuring drunken shenanigans at the Burrow, adorable Teddy, and some first-class Slytherin-ing by Draco to win his man (and find Harry that job). What a treat!

🔸 the earth from a distance by spqr (Drarry, rated E, 15K) A whirlwind time-travel fic with breezy humor, bedsharing, and spqr’s unmatched smut with feelings… What more could you ask for in a fic? Oh, yeah: fantastic worldbuilding for Hogwarts in 1599, brilliantly clever Draco, and a dash of enemies to lovers. I can never get enough of this author!

🔹 A Year In The Life by @ladderofyears (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated M, 19K) I swear, the author conjured a little bit of magic to write this story. It’s told entirely with 50-word microfics, one journal entry for each day of 2006 (an impressive feat, by itself!), and yet it reads just as smoothly as any traditional fic. Draco’s voice is perfect here, full of wit and subtle emotion, as his and Harry’s developing romance takes a sharp turn with an unexpected pregnancy. Draco’s anticipation, worry, and joy are mixed with deftly-chosen details of his daily life, all captured with Emma’s trademark tenderness and warmth. This fic is a perfect comfort read for family feels and gentle romance.

🔸 try to fix you by @maesterchill (Harry/Ron/Hermione, HP Snooze Fest, rated M, 2K) A beautifully and tenderly written hurt/comfort fic set in the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts. Ron is the glue that holds the trio together here, caring for Harry and Hermione with gentle devotion. There’s no dialogue needed to tell this story, just Ron’s perceptive POV that captures the grief and love that compel him. I have a soft spot for this triad forming immediately after the war, as a way of holding onto each other and holding themselves together. Maester’s fic makes their transition from friends to lovers feel like the first step towards healing.

🔹 The Scent of Soft Rains by @dodgerkedavra (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated E, 20K) When Harry is left housebound and isolated by a traumatic injury, magical prosthetist Draco gets called into help. But Harry’s struggles go far beyond the physical ones. This recovery fic combines magical and non-magical therapeutic treatments in a way I can’t remember reading before. The hurt/comfort is just as it should be—both heart-wrenching and soothing—but there are enough surprising revelations to keep the story from feeling predictable. Draco is wonderfully unflinching and patient, and the ending left me crying happy tears. With lovely, restrained prose and vivid magical imagery, this one’s an absolute stunner.

🔸 Connecting Lines, Connecting Crimes by @sleepstxtic (Drarry, H/D Career Fair, rated M, 15K) With its intriguing careers, fascinating magical theory, and well-researched worldbuilding, this story captured my attention immediately, and the mystery at the heart of it kept me engrossed. This was one of the more thought-provoking fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading, exploring the intersection of magic, the environment, and colonialism. Harry’s first-person POV is lovely, and it feels like we’re learning to love India and the people he meets along with him. The getting-back-together romance is gentle but satisfying, propelled by pent-up yearning that’s palpable. There’s so much to enjoy here, all in only 15K words!

🔹 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Drarry, H/D Wireless Fest, rated E, 22K) The first word that comes to mind while reading this fic is charming. First there’s the novel setting: a Christmas shop in the tourist destination of Cheddar Gorge, in the middle of a July heatwave. Next, there’s the shop itself, so imaginatively described and full to the brim with clever Muggle and magical details. Then there are the delightful OCs, Draco’s seemingly unhinged enthusiasm for all things Christmas (including ridiculous jumpers), and Harry’s complete disregard for professional behavior. But underneath the playful banter and humor, there’s also a layer of poignancy to tug at the heartstrings, especially when we find out the backstories behind Harry’s and Draco’s unlikely careers. And to top it all off, like the glowing star on the tree, are Joy’s exuberant, colorful illustrations. This is a Christmas-y fic I’d reread any time of the year.

Thanks to all these brilliant creators for sharing their work with us!

Happy New Year!

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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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Tingles and tantrums

Part 3 of Out of bounds - ao3 link for all parts

Garreth Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | fluff | smut | jealousy | blowjobs | unprotected sex 5.5k words Summary: Your second date doesn't go quite as planned, but Garreth insists you make the most of it past curfew. A/n: Have a little jealousy from various angles. Could probably still be read standalone without the other chapters.

Being Garreth Weasley’s girlfriend was about as gloriously easy as you’d expected. Once he’d overcome the awkwardness of not quite knowing what he was doing (and acknowledging that neither did you), your relationship settled back to comfortable familiarity with a whole host of added benefits.

You’d already discovered his romantic inclinations when he twirled you around Hogsmeade and brought you to a heavenly meadow at sunset, but Garreth was both thoughtful and attentive. He wasn’t one for bestowing expensive gifts, instead choosing to smother you with affection and his absolutely undivided attention, which you eagerly lapped up.

As you readied yourself for the day, tucking your shirt into your skirt and forgoing your robe altogether, your mind drifted back to the previous afternoon’s stolen kisses in between lessons. Whilst you spent most of your days together, each night you retreated to your separate dormitories with a slight hint of regret. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to cuddle up to Garreth in his bed—in fact you’d love nothing more—but you preferred not to submit yourself to the school’s penchant for idle gossip. At least, not yet.

Heaving your bag onto the bed, you gazed inside; it was laden with supplies, textbooks galore, half of which you didn’t need for the day’s lessons. As you started pulling them out, something caught your eye—brightly coloured and now unfortunately broken. You stared at the lollipop at the bottom of your bag, barely able to contain your giggle. How had you forgotten about this? Granted, the end of your date with Garreth had been eventful to say the least, but the tongue-tingling lollipop certainly warranted some attention.

Bag lighter and lollipop stowed, you bounded down the stairs into the common room and caught sight of Garreth’s flowing copper locks leaning against the back of a sofa—he had a scrap of parchment in his hand and was deep in thought. His mind didn’t ever appear to slow, constantly turning over ideas even before breakfast.

“Garreth,” you nudged his ribs, breaking his trance before immediately pulling him by his tie to meet your lips.

The arm holding the paper immediately dropped to his side, taken off guard by your enthusiastic kiss for a moment before he melted, a gentle hum into your mouth and fingers sliding around your waist. He held you tightly, soft lips brushing yours with the taste of mint on his tongue and a delicious scent of lavender in his hair. It had been a long ten hours without him.

“Hello, darling,” he said with a grin as you came up for air.

The term of endearment had so far never failed to make your heart flutter.

“Good morning,” you smiled back. “I have something in my bag…”

Your news was cut short by the arrival of Leander, who greeted you both with a tired yawn. Your fellow Gryffindor and friend was probably one of the only people who had failed to predict yours and Garreth’s involvement—when Garreth had told him about your dinnertime escapades to retrieve his notes, he’d stared open-mouthed and disbelieving at the pair of you. To say he was less than enthusiastic about the idea would be an understatement, and he frequently lamented being what he termed to be a ‘third wheel’.

In this case, he was absolutely right.

“Morning, Leander. Not sleep well?” you asked.

“No, as a matter of fact. Might need you to brew me some dreamless sleep,” he directed towards Garreth.

“Of course, I can whip you up a batch later,” he said, before catching your tiny frown. “Erm, well, maybe tomorrow. We have a date planned.”

“Oh don’t bother, I’ll buy one from J. Pippin’s,” he huffed, heading towards the portrait hole.

You and Garreth looked at each other, exchanging confused looks and shrugs before following his towering form into the corridor. Leander barely fit through the portrait hole, his coiffed hair brushing the stone wall above him. There was little point trying to keep up with his long strides, so instead you fell into a comfortable walk with your hand clasped in Garreth's.

“Remember on our first date, I bought a lollipop?” you asked in hushed tones.

“From Honeydukes? I think so…”

“Well, it’s of the…,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “...tongue-tingling variety.”

“Oh? Oh, I see,” Garreth said, finally catching up on your lewd thoughts as you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

He broke into a grin, absolutely giddy at the thought already.

“When did you plan to, erm…"

“We have a free period later…," you suggested, already wondering how you'd be getting through the morning's Herbology lesson.

You'd never seen Garreth so happy as he practically skipped the rest of the way to breakfast, annoying Leander to no end by dropping subtle hints about what a great day it would be, that he was positively tingling with excitement. You tried hard to stifle your laughs as your classmates looked at the two of you in bafflement, eventually deciding they simply didn't want to know.

After a hearty breakfast, you headed off to the greenhouses for your first lesson of the day. Double Herbology was usually enjoyable, having time to chat whilst getting your hands muddy unless you were unfortunately repotting the shrivelled little Mandrakes. Today involved tending to the tentacular, who were in dire need of a prune. You were so involved in not getting injured that you barely registered the appearance of a certain Slytherin at your side.

"You ought to buy a new pair of gloves, those are looking a little tatty," he muttered in your ear.

"There's nothing wrong with these," you replied.

"Where's your guard dog? Or puppy, rather," he continued, joining you with your pruning with a furtive look at Professor Garlick.

"If you mean Garreth, he's just gone to get some new secateurs from the other greenhouse."

"I don't like it."

You have him a disparaging look, almost losing the grip you had on the branch. That would have been unfortunate. You decided to feign ignorance, though you knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about Garreth; it was a miracle he'd managed to hold off on this lecture for a whole week. Probably due to Ominis' influence.

"And why ever not? He's my best friend."

Sebastian simply shrugged; though you knew exactly why he didn't like the situation, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his interest in you. You weren't able to go down that rabbit hole, particularly when you were grappling with a venomous plant hell-bent on making you its next meal. By the time Garreth returned, his usually jovial expression was painfully neutral as he joined you at the bench, casting a cursory glance over at Sebastian before getting stuck into the plant.

Whilst they'd never been bosom buddies, Sebastian and Garreth had always been civil, sometimes even bordering on friendly, so the sudden coldness between the pair was uncomfortable. Your eyes flicked between them and your task with growing annoyance as the small talk became stilted; you were thankful when Professor Garlick called an end to the class, shoving your tools away and leaving without a word to either of them.

Garreth caught up to you in the corridor, concern etched on his gorgeous, stupid freckled face, pulling you to the side with a firm grip on your arm.

"Are you cross with me?" he asked, glittering green eyes searching yours.

"I am, because you're both making this really bloody awkward."

"I'm sorry."

Your peripheral vision caught a chestnut head as Sebastian walked past with his usual swagger, looking back over his shoulder with a satisfied smirk. Arse. Garreth noticed too, his eyebrows knitting into a frown.

"Was he the one you…you know. Before me?"

With a deep sigh, you crossed your arms defensively, not enjoying having this conversation in the middle of the corridor.

"Yes, he was."

"Right…," he nodded.

You weren't sure who he'd have preferred it to be; perhaps anyone but Sebastian. He looked crestfallen, the expression churning your stomach as you gripped his limp hand.

"Garreth…"

"Why him? Why not me?"

"We were just friends, and you never said anything…and you said you were with someone before me, too."

"Yes, but it wasn't someone you know."

The thought had bothered you, but it wasn't worth thinking about. Knowing that it was likely some pretty girl from the village where his family lived made it somehow easier to bear.

"Are we seriously arguing about this? It was only a couple of times, and…"

"A couple?"

You rolled your eyes, which was the wrong thing to do as Garreth's body tensed; a rare indication that he was irritated. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your head on his shoulder, embracing him tightly with a sigh. Garreth wasn't the stubborn sort, encircling your body in his arms and pulling you tightly against him. The movement and noise around you seemed to melt away as you swayed gently on the spot, a wordless apology between you.

"You've nothing to worry about, I promise," you said, kissing the tip of his nose.

"No, I believe you, I'm sorry. I never thought I'd be the jealous type, to be honest," he replied bashfully.

"Want to skip lunch?"

"Skip…lunch?"

The thought of missing out on food wasn't the least bit desirable, but his lips turned up into a mischievous grin as he caught your flirtatious gaze. You had every intention of showing him exactly why he shouldn't be jealous of your Slytherin friend, dragging him into the nearest unoccupied classroom with great urgency.

Garreth looked like Christmas had come early as he promptly pinned you against the wall, moaning into a deep kiss that left you breathless. His hands gripped your waist as yours flew to his hair, tugging and mussing as they went. He no longer tasted of the mint toothpaste, instead of the little snack of chocolate he'd pulled from his bag during Herbology. The sweet kisses and his wandering hands had you limp and pliable in his arms, and the soft moan of his name that escaped you caused an eager twitch inside his trousers.

Leaning back against the wall to get a better view of his flushed face, you ground your hips into his straining erection, revelling in the low growl and intense stare it elicited.

"Pass me my bag."

Garreth did as he was asked, immediately rifling through the contents to find the broken lollipop. Ripping open the wrapper, there was still a sizeable chunk left on the stick, which you promptly put into your mouth with a teasing swipe of your tongue.

"Fuck," Garreth muttered, freeing himself from his trousers as you continued to suck and lick the lollipop, never taking your eyes off of him.

You guided him against the wall and made him watch the display, sure to add your own moans as your hand wrapped around his thick cock as you finished the sweet. The tingle on your tongue was intense; a cold sort of prickling which reminded you of the popping candy you’d had on your very first date. The thought made you smile as you dropped to your knees, running the flat of your tongue all the way up his shaft.

"Oh sh-shit…that feels fucking good. Incredible. Oh-," Garreth stuttered.

The sugary sweet didn't entirely mask his taste, and the first drop of his salty precum had you moaning against his head as you enveloped him completely. Your scalp burned as his fingers wrapped in your hair, taking your time to swirl your tingling tongue around the tip. Fuck lunch, you could happily gorge yourself on his cock all day.

You'd barely started a rhythm before Garreth's thighs started to shake beneath your spare hand, and you ran your fingers over the firm muscle to grip his arse. Giving him a cheeky squeeze, you took his length into your mouth deeper and deeper until his stuttering turned to a whimper. His cock twitched and you pulled back, letting his release flood your mouth with a satisfied groan. Pulses of cum came thick and fast until your lips and chin were coated from the overspill, and you gulped every last drop down dutifully, gazing up at him with adoring eyes.

Garreth was breathless, pink and appeared to have lost his speech as he gasped for air. His fingers loosened on your hair as he met your eyes, using his thumb to wipe the stray dribbles from your lips, pushing them back into your mouth with a smirk. He was so fucking delicious, and you vowed to buy an armful of those lollipops the next time you were in Hogsmeade.

Skipping lunch had been a terrible idea. By the time dinner came around and you’d grown sick of the various snacks you both had stashed, you were the first into the great hall and sat fidgeting at the table as you waited for the food to appear. The meal could have been your most hated dish (liver and onions) and you still would have wolfed it down. Thankfully, the house elves had prepared a delicious game pie with mountains of roasted vegetables and syrup pudding for dessert.

You sat side by side in silence as you ate, almost choking on a large piece of meat with the enthusiasm of your eating. Leander and Natty had settled opposite you, engaged in conversation before they both caught sight of the gluttonous display.

“You both…alright there?” Leander asked with a quirked eyebrow as he scooped vegetables onto his own plate.

Garreth was already going back for seconds, mouth still stuffed and nodding at your friend. Natty was somewhere between amused and disgusted but that didn’t seem to deter him.

“We missed lunch. Absolutely starving,” you replied.

“Oh yes, why was that exactly?” Natty asked with a knowing glint in her eye.

“No reason, we er…wanted to catch up on some work.”

Leander huffed at the obvious lie but didn’t press you. You hoped he’d soon get used to the idea of you and Garreth being together, for all of your sakes. Perhaps a day out with your various friends was in order to show that you were, in fact, capable of holding a friendship at the same time as your romantic involvement with Garreth. For now, though, you had a date to attend; once Garreth had stopped eating. His plate was almost licked clean by the time he’d finished with a great sigh.

“You’d better not fall asleep on me,” you teased, looking at his contented expression and lazy eyes.

“No chance,” he grinned.

“You still haven’t told me what we’re doing. Is it inside or outside the castle?”

“Inside, in a way,” he said cryptically.

Inside, but…not entirely? A balcony, perhaps? The answer became obvious once you crossed the bridge to the astronomy wing, taking the stairs two at a time up the tallest tower. Up and up you went; the climb took a while, but was well worth it as you emerged onto the main observation deck and gazed over the railings. The sun had almost finished setting, still casting an orange glow over the steep hills that surrounded the castle. Soon the sky would turn an inky black and with the absence of cloud cover you’d be able to see the stars clearly.

Garreth had stashed a basket in the storage area below, and had assured you that there were no classes due and a caterwauling charm cast to frighten off anyone looking for a spot of nighttime stargazing. Opening the magically-expanded basket, you gasped in awe at the cavernous space inside the unassuming wicker container, filled with all kinds of things one might need on a date. Blankets, cushions, snacks, an entire china tea set, a sofa…he’d thought of everything to make it comfortable up here so you could enjoy the fantastic view to its fullest.

You chose to forgo the furniture, instead pulling out various chintzy cushions and scattering them across the wooden floorboards on the protruding circular platform. Garreth flopped down onto them with a shake of a blanket, beckoning you into his arms. Warmth filled your chest as you snuggled up to him, watching the last of the sunset in silence until the moon and stars turned the light a colder hue.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” you murmured, shuffling your head against his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I do. And no, I never did anything like this with anybody else.”

Garreth gave you an apologetic smile as you looked up at him, eyes twinkling in the dim glow. The way he kissed you now was much different than the feverish battle of tongues you’d exchanged in the empty classroom earlier. The brush of his lips was tender, restrained. They still set your pulse racing and core aching, but your heart fluttered along with them. Was it too soon to say those three little words?

You stashed the thought for another time—there would be plenty, with any luck. If the moments were even half as wonderful as this, you’d consider yourself the luckiest person alive. His warm hands were busy caressing your cheek as you pulled apart, his lips placing sweet kisses on your forehead before meeting your eyes.

“I wish we’d done this years ago,” he said, all joking aside and not a hint of insincerity in his voice.

“Me too, but we’re here now.”

There was no shortage of topics of conversation, though you knew practically everything about Garreth already. You talked about your families and their reactions when they found out about your involvement; likely it would be similar to Natty and Nellie’s responses of ‘finally’. Garreth pulled out the tea set when the temperature began to dip, boiling the water right in the teapot with a flick of his wand before pouring two cups of the herbal brew. Slight citrusy hints filled your mouth and you sighed happily as you sipped your tea and gazed at the stars, not wondering which constellations were visible but simply enjoying their beauty.

The perfect evening unfortunately had to come to an end as curfew approached, and the thought of returning to your own bed weighed heavily on your mind. Garreth seemed to notice the shift in your mood and gave you a questioning look and warm smile as he packed away the cushions.

“I…it would be nice to fall asleep next to you,” you admitted.

“Oh! It would. I mean, I’d love that, too. You’re more than welcome to, I just didn’t know if you were comfortable with everyone knowing that…”

“I think they can probably guess.”

“You’re probably right,” he chuckled. “I would love you to sleep with me tonight. In my bed, I mean…er, no pressure.”

It was your turn to laugh at his bashfulness, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

Garreth grinned, gripping your hand, leading you down the stairs and stashing the basket hurriedly behind a large crate of old telescopes. Despite his assurances, he was clearly eager to continue the evening in private, in the comfort of his bed, curtains tightly drawn. Down the stairs you flew, giggling in response to his excitable bounding. This was really happening. Again. Except this time you'd be tucked up under his duvet rather than lain across grass.

You were practically giddy, until your fun was cut short by a familiar cackle. Peeves flew over your head, clearly gleeful that he'd found some students to harrass.

"It's nearly curfew, you two. Will you make it back to Gryffindor tower? Hah! I don't think so!" he said in a sing-song voice.

"Bugger off, Peeves. We're on our way back now," Garreth said, gripping your hand.

The poltergeist tutted, swooping through a wall and out of sight without another word. You should have been relieved, but the look on Garreth's face mirrored your own—suspicion. Peeves wasn't one to give up so easily. Picking up the pace, you skipped down the corridor, pushing through doors with unnecessary force. You had a few minutes to spare, and would be back in the common room just in time—or so you thought.

The whump to the back of your head destroyed those thoughts on impact, and the cold, wet, slimy sensation that covered your skull had you gasping for air from sheer shock. Garreth's exclamation beside you told you he'd had the same experience, and your hands pulled apart to tend to the mess on your heads.

“Peeves!” you shouted down the corridor after the mischievous poltergeist as Garreth shushed you. “Fuck…”

Whatever the menace had been carrying was utterly foul. Stinking, oozing, sticky sap that coated your hair and slid down the back of your neck like a cold flobberworm. Garreth hadn’t gotten off any lighter, his gorgeous copper locks now flattened under the weight of the greyish sludge.

“I think I might be sick from the smell if I don’t get this off,” he muttered, freckled face screwed up in a grimace.

Your wand was out before he’d finished speaking, uttering simple vanishing and cleaning spells. The result was less than desirable—whether because of your lack of aptitude of domestic charms or because the ooze was somehow resistant to magic, you weren’t sure, but the residue left on your skin was still incredibly unpleasant and pungent.

“We’re going to need a bath, I think,” you sighed.

“Maybe we can take one together,” Garreth said with a cheeky smile.

“That sounds…uncomfortable.”

“Not if we use the prefect’s bathroom.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him as your hands stilled from rubbing at your skin, wondering if he’d really thought through his suggestion. The twinkle in his eye he often got when he was excited about something was back, his sticky hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together with an uncomfortable squelch. He wasted no time in whisking you off towards the faculty tower with long strides that had you skipping to keep up with.

“Don’t you need a password to get in there…?” you asked breathlessly as you approached the corridor.

“Hm? Oh, it’s been the same for ages. I overheard my aunt tell Nellie at the beginning of the year and I’ve been using it ever since.”

“What? Well you kept that quiet.”

“I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?” he grinned.

“Well, I think you just did.”

“You’re my girlfriend now; there are certain perks.”

There certainly were, and as he muttered the password and the magic lock sprung open, you added this one to your ever-growing list.

Both you and Garreth had no time or inclination to be prefects, or even be considered for the role. In fact, it was safe to say that you were the very last people the faculty would have entrusted such roles to, but as your eyes fell upon the opulent bathroom you felt a pang of jealousy—perhaps there was something to be said for it after all.

You’d never seen anything quite like it, and weren’t sure it could be classified as a bathroom at all. The bath looked more like a swimming pool; at least ten metres long and lined with gold taps in the shape of various fish. Lucky that there were such an array of taps, since the bath would surely take hours to fill otherwise.

Garreth was already busy turning them on with a flick of his wand, jets of water shooting out in different colours with bubbles and floral scents filling the room. Your mouth was still agape, and you blinked, turning to lock the door before discarding your wand.

His hands were all over you before it hit the tile, grabbing needily at your flesh as your clothes were discarded. You'd never been naked in front of Garreth before, and your nerves settled uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You needn't have worried, as with every item of clothing that slid off your skin, Garreth's lustful moans intensified, his fingertips digging almost painfully into your behind. He himself didn't disappoint, and the glimpses you'd occasionally caught of his midriff were just a hint to the firm and freckled torso that lay beneath his shirt.

Garreth was broad and strong—he had the look of a man who could easily pick you up and throw you about, which he decided to demonstrate by doing just that. Grabbing both cheeks, he pulled you up to his waist, your legs falling around him to hang on as your yelp of shock echoed through the bathroom. Garreth grinned as he carried you over to the water, taking great care when descending the steps until you were waist-high in the hot, fragrant water.

The taps turned off as the water reached the top of the great sunken pit, a smart bit of magic presumably added to stop the bath from overflowing and flooding the whole room. The only sound remaining was the gentle swish of water and the wet smack of your lips as you kissed Garreth, still clinging to his body. You didn't want to move; the gentle undulation of the water as it settled and weightlessness you felt was so incredibly relaxing that you lost yourself completely in the moment.

"Mmm…is that butterbeer?" Garreth said after a while, sniffing the air.

It was. The sweet unidentified scent of the bath bubbles reminded you of the beverage and you nodded and grinned as Garreth tested a lick of the foam in his fingers.

"Okay, it doesn't taste like it."

"Disappointing. Maybe you can concoct a bubble bath that does."

The cogs in his brain started whirring, and you knew you had to distract him before he became too engrossed in the idea. Unwrapping yourself from his waist, you floated in the water for a few seconds, looking around at the sides of the bathtub. The stairs which you'd been carried down looked like a good place to perch, so you pulled Garreth gently by the hand to settle against the tiled wall, slinging his arm behind you.

"You're…so beautiful, you know," Garreth whispered as your head fell against his shoulder. "I've always thought so."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tilted your head to look up at him, sliding a hand to cup his cheek.

"I thought the same about you."

All those days, weeks, months being merely friends when you could have been so much more. Those three little words were on the tip of your tongue once more as you gazed into his eyes, wet hair falling onto his forehead to frame them. You thought he might be thinking the same thing, as his lips parted and a gentle 'I…' left his mouth, but he seemed to reconsider as you had done, instead pressing those lips to yours to convey the message wordlessly.

A fire erupted in your heart, desire coursing through your veins as the hot water suddenly became stifling. You were pulled into Garreth's lap with those strong hands in a swift movement sided by the water, landing in his lap with a soft moan. The sound was captured by his mouth, exchanged with his own in mingled pleasure as his erection grew against your backside.

"Garreth…"

"Mmm?" he answered distractedly, palming your breasts as his mouth nibbled at the skin on your neck.

Your head spun with the heat and sensory overload, the gentle candlelight and dim glow of the enchanted lanterns dimming in your vision as everything shifted out of focus.

"It's… too hot in here."

Garreth's attack on your neck ceased as he looked at you; deciding that it would be better to get you out of the water, he lifted you again onto the side of the bath. The cool air bit your skin in the best way, instantly reinvigorating you, as did the mouth that found itself between your parted legs.

"Oh, fuck, Garreth!"

He was still mostly submerged in the water, only his shoulders and head visible, as well as the hands that held your thighs with a vice-like grip. Moans of ecstasy filled the room and echoed off the tiles as his tongue swiped and swirled, sucked and thoroughly feasted on you. He looked to be enjoying himself as much as you had been whilst encasing his cock earlier that day; humming against your skin as he teased your swollen clit with expert ease.

Your arms were weak from keeping your bodyweight up, but you endured the stinging of your muscles to watch Garreth. A flick of his eyes up at you through those stray copper strands and you were gone.

"I'm going to…oh shit, Garreth, I'm coming."

His fingers plunged inside your now soaking wet entrance as your walls contracted around them, gripping his digits with every mind-altering pulse that ripped through your body. It wasn't a moan that left your mouth, it was an animalistic growl. More. Garreth smiled against your folds as you wriggled away, your overly sensitive clit burning from his touch. More, please. You begged with your eyes, and he answered.

Finally you saw his form in its full glory, bathed in the dim glow you could see every chiseled muscle; his wide shoulders and strong arms, toned chest with the slight softness around his middle which made you want to bite his flesh, worshipping every inch of his delectable body. And oh, his swollen and touch-starved cock stood proudly against his abdomen, drawing forth a pool of saliva in your mouth.

"I don't think I can wait until we get back to the dormitory," he whispered, pressing himself between your legs.

"Me neither," you replied, removing your sore hands from the tile and wrapping them around his neck.

"You look so good wet," he muttered, almost entranced as his eyes scanned your naked body as he lined himself up with your soaking entrance.

"Mmmh, oh please…"

You didn't care if you sounded needy, because you were. Garreth moaned against your neck as he pushed the tip of his cock inside you, stretching you slowly. Every further inch was blissful; how you'd missed feeling so full. You drew your legs up fully, heels to your behind to take him as deep as you could. Incredible. Fantastic. Amazing. Words came to your mind but you had no ability to say them, instead settling for whimpered moans as Garreth began thrusting into you with a perfect, steady rhythm.

"Godric have mercy, you feel fucking incredible," Garreth moaned before resuming the gentle pressure just below your ear.

He'd leave a mark, but you didn't care. All the better, in fact; why shouldn't he claim you as his? You already were, completely and utterly. Your fingers found his damp hair, tugging gently in rhythm to the grind of his hips as he started hitting inside you just that little bit harder, then a little bit faster. That steady rhythm was fast dissolving into slightly erratic thrusts, pressing so deep you almost screamed.

"That's it, fucking scream my name."

"Oh, shit, Garreth!"

You were clenching around his cock in anticipation of your orgasm, the pool of tension in your core close to exploding as your legs shook violently.

"Please tell me…you're on the potion now?" Garreth rasped breathlessly.

"I am," you gasped in reply. "Gods, I want you to come inside me."

Garreth growled, his eyes turning darker as they were consumed with lust, fucking you mercilessly as you shouted his name over and over again. You didn't care if every prefect in the school came bursting in the bathroom, as long as he didn't stop.

"F-fuck...I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping my cum down your thighs…"

"Garreth…"

You reached your climax with a wail, fingernails digging into the back of his neck and shuddering breaths that couldn't seem to catch a single gulp of the chilly air. Garreth's cock twitched and his own orgasm exploded, forceful ejaculation shooting his load inside you in thick ropes.

His thrusts slowed to a gentle grinding of his hips as the pleasure ebbed away and you were left panting and messier than when you'd entered the bathroom. Garreth broke into a grin as your eyes met, and you were just thankful that he didn't apologise again, returning the smile with one of your own.

"That was incredible," you sighed, pushing damp strands of hair off of your face.

"It was. Bloody amazing," he grinned.

"I'd better get back in the bath to clean off," you said, kissing the tip of his nose.

You took your time washing, exchanging sweet kisses and tending to each other's hair until your fingers wrinkled like prunes. There was the tiny matter of sneaking back to Gryffindor tower way after curfew to contend with, but even a detention for being out of bounds could taint what had been the most perfect night, sticky ooze and all.

#weasley wednesday #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley fanfiction

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I need to discuss the insanity that is Harry Potter’s trauma. So without further ado, I’ll delve in.

General childhood trauma:

-Orphaned and raised from age one in general neglect and abuse

-Specifically: confined to a Cupboard, denied food, physically and emotionally abused, full on neglected

-In the end and throughout via Dumbledore/Hogwarts: Under constant life-threatening situations, subject to authority figures disabusing and denying his realities, used as “pig for slaughter”, and having truths constantly withheld from him.

Deaths witnessed first-hand:

Mom and dad

Cedric

Sirius

Dumbledore

Hedwig

Dobby

Crabbe

Snape

Other deaths, unwitnessed but still v. emotionally damaging:

Mad-Eye

Tonks

Remus

Lavender Brown

Colin Creevy

Fred Weasley

Kills:

In first year! Quill, however unintentional

Peter, same but during war

Voldemort, nuff said

And I mean…Harry walked willingly to his own death after all of this…Wtf? It’s not even that surprising he was able to embrace it, heartbreakingly. In my mind Harry’s fatalistic… like, yeah, this has been a 17-year shit show, fuck it I’m done. But also the opposite…isn’t he also like, I’ve suffered enough, give me a goddamn break? What do I even owe you, you assholes? And he just takes it. Truly a testament to a character who embodies heroism and selflessness to an unhealthy degree.

Anyways, all of this equates to the most fucked up human ever IMO. PTSD galore on so many fronts and I don’t even know where to begin but so desperately want to write a fic that encompasses dealing with all this trauma (it’s soooo much Aaaahh!) It seems near impossible to do without a ridiculous amount of trauma-dumping.

Which is also to say: I have a problem with canon-compliant, post-HP stuff. It’s all too pretty-with-a-bow-on-top, even considering the Cursed Child story-line. Harry marrying Ginny, having three kids and becoming an Auror is just…absurd. At least without some otherness. Be it crazy trauma porn or something smaller that devolves his present/future scenario into chaotic nothingness turned into something else far more sturdy. Because in no world do I feel Harry ever should be an Auror, at not least long-term. (Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy well-written fics where he is an Auror for the duration or not, don’t get me wrong!)

But thank god for fandom exploring all these things. Because TERF JK prettily wrapping things up does not compute to the insane amount of trauma she’s introduced.

Fight me. Agree with me. Land somewhere in between. Curious about your thoughts! 😘

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #drarry #drarry fanfic #character study

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seedsinmygarden · 1 year

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Professor!OC Secretly Dating HLP

This was the only romantic thing I wrote for the Professors! I think this was so cute, especially Professor Ronen's! (This one also doesn't contain ALL the Professors, as the original request only said "some Professors.")

Word Count: 588 words

Tags/Warnings: Fluff galore, Aged-Up Non-MC Character (Professor!OC).

PROFESSOR WEASLEY: Thank Merlin Garreth hadn’t figured anything out yet! He has grown suspicious of the amount of time Professor OC spends in his aunt’s office… And truly, no funny business happening there even then! The couple prefer to sit down with a cup of tea by the fire and talk about the previous week. She appreciates Professor OC for listening to her miniscule rambles about what this student did or that, and she is eternally grateful for their comforting embrace when being Deputy Headmistress is too much of a headache for her.

PROFESSOR SHARP: Dates themselves, even in the secrecy of his office, are rare. He’s hosting detention far too often. (Garreth’s a cockblock fr) On the odd occasion they both do manage to find a free night together, it is spent hiding out and enjoying a bottle of rum together in the private professor’s room above the Three Broomsticks. No students at all. Just the two of them, quality time that Professor Sharp hasn’t had with someone ever since his wife had passed years ago. He’s happy to move on and find happiness in someone new… and he was sure that she was too.

PROFESSOR GARLICK: It is very hard to keep the relationship under wraps when it comes to Professor Garlick! The students love her to death, truly, and sometimes won’t even leave her alone. It comes to a point where Professor OC has to, quite literally climb in through the window of her private room in the Greenhouses just to be able to spend some time together. She calls them her sunshine, because they brighten her day just from seeing them and sharing a smile.

PROFESSOR RONEN: Dating Professor Ronen secretly? Good luck. This man will kiss the very ground Professor OC walks on. He tries not to make it so obvious, but fails far too often as he is constantly singing their praises or talking about something they had done recently. He also will send lovely notes charmed into an origami bird to fly right to Professor OC, wherever they are in the castle. Truly a gentleman, always smiling in Professor OC’s presence, and constantly letting them how just how much he appreciates having them in his life.

PROFESSOR ONAI: She sees it all coming. She knows. The true savior to the secrecy of your relationship. She is constantly prepared with answers to every question the students have, if they ever start questioning. Professor Onai is sure that the relationship with Professor OC is worth it, but she does fear the reaction her daughter will have and has insisted that neither of them utter a word to Natty of the relationship until Onai is confident that they are both ready to bring Professor OC into their family dynamic.

PROFESSOR KOGAWA: Professor OC meets Professor Kogawa upon their arrival to Hogwarts, and they had taken a rather immediate fascination to the flying professor. The way she cared for the students and the way she was confident in them when they didn’t feel confident in themselves… it intrigued Professor OC. They loved the way she treated their students. In their secret relationship together, Kogawa had even proven to be just as caring and kind to Professor OC and Merlin, Professor OC could have proposed on the first date.

HEADMASTER BLACK: He is married!!! … but he won’t mind having a little bit of fun, only as long as no students or professors find out. The affair would certainly be the talk of the school. Scandalous!

#hogwarts legacy #hl oc #fanfic #hogwarts #professor weasley #professor sharp #professor garlick #professor ronen #professor onai #professor kogawa #headmaster black #x reader #x oc #x mc #peter's fluxweed #scarletravenlegacy

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emsuemsu · 10 months

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@hprecfest day 10: fest fic

All these magnificent different fests are undoubtedly my downfall. I have the uttermost respect and all my love for the people hosting these fest and for the people participating in them. Especially @hprecfest - I've had such a blast coming up with these fics to rec and my tbr list has exploded because of all the spectacular stories recced. 💖💖💖💖

I decided to stick with some of this years fest entries. These are some of my favorite fests (i skipped the drarry-centric fests this time) and fics from them, and this became a bit longer than intented:

Feels Like Spring by @lumosatnight 🩵 5,033 words, harry/charlie/oliver, written for @hp-fruit-fest, @hp-poetry-fest and @wood-you-rather-challenge

Charlie Weasley felt like summer and smelled like watermelon. Harry Potter felt like winter and smelled like pomegranate. Together, they felt like spring and smelled like home.

Beyond beautiful. The parallels, the formatting, everything in this fic is just to die for. It's just as sickly sweet as the fruit featured in it laced with a hefty amount of some agonizing pain. Absolutely stunning.

Let Me Help You, Mr. Lupin by @goldenbi 🩵 2,941 words, james/lyall, written for @hprarepairfest

James nodded, his eyes lowering to Lyall’s neck and then back up. “Yeah, Mr. Lupin. I want to help you.” “How’s that?” Lyall couldn’t figure out how a young man like James Potter could help him grieve his wife. She’d been dying for years, he had known it was coming; he knew, and still it had caught him off guard. “I want to fuck you,” James said. Lyall spilled the whiskey across his lap and swore. He reached for his wand and cleaned himself up, placing the glass safely on one of Hope’s coasters. “Excuse me, I must have misheard—?” James’s expression was fond, “I want to fuck you. I want to lay you in bed, open you up, and fuck you so hard that you forget about everything other than my body. Then, you are going to sleep.”

Dubcon galore. I'm absolutely gagged. Rare pair fest had me on my knees and still has, and this fic is just 🤌🤌

Make Our Dreams Come True by @coconutice22 🩵 595 words, gen harry, written for @harryjamespotterweek

Eight-year-old Harry and his friends plan a summertime heist.

🥹🥹🥹 the amount of tears I've shed for this 600-word fic is ridiculous. Harry is my favorite boy and deserves the world. This is such a cute little story, it's heartbreaking and heart-warming at the same time. I think about this fic at least a few times a week.

My place of refuge by plecotusauritus 🩵 19,468 words, sirius/james, written for @prongsfootfest

James Potter is a small town boy with good grades, tight knit group of friends and passion for football. Things change when a mysterious stranger seeks shelter at his father's church after running away from London.

Prongsfoot has my whole entire heart. Whole. Entire. Heart. This was a tragically cute fic. I'm a sucker for some religious themes in a story, and it's always interesting how the same faith has such different interpretations depending on one's background.

The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss 🩵 14,565 words, draco/harry/ron, written for @dronarryfest

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering. Then there's that night in Spain, caught in the circle of Ron's arms. A year of nights in Norway, caught in the heat of Harry's gaze. His first night at the Burrow, caught in between them both.

This story is a vibe with all capital letters. It's unbelievably delish, intimate (the hair cutting part.. i'm trembling), warm, steamy, beautiful, I'm obsessed. This fic ticks all the right boxes for me.

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose 🩵 17,023 words, draco/harry/ron, written for @dronarryfest

“Harry. Please. You know I wouldn’t ever… I wouldn’t do anything…” “You’re going to have to be quiet for me,” Harry whispers. “You don’t want to wake him up.” On a humid night in Portugal, Draco Malfoy opens a door that Ron had thought long closed.

Another one from dronarry fest because why the fuck not. The way I'm salivating over this. I absolutely love Ron in this fic, he's a slag and he knows it and he owns it. But there's always something more and the way this fic reveals his thoughts little by little is magnificent and a punch to the gut. The dynamics of the trio are immaculate. And the jealousy always slaps. I also love how seamlessly it follows through the amazing The Last Star Falling by @tackytigerfic which I hadn't read before but I'm glad I found it via this story.

#hprecfest2023 #harry potter fic recs #my rec

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Dayseeker

Dayseeker https://ift.tt/CJsGify by disgruntledgemerald If Hermione was the day, Draco was certainly the night. He would spend endless time seeking her. He already had, in fact. Searching for hints of her light in his darkest moments. She was the sun. Warm, kind, bright, beautiful. Soaking into his skin with every touch she graced him. Or, Draco Malfoy arrives at the last stop of his apology tour and becomes friends with Hermione Granger. He should have been able to see how easy it would be to fall in love with her. Words: 897, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom/Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass/Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger (mentioned) Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, Auror Draco Malfoy, Healer Hermione Granger, Draco malfoy is down bad, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, engagements and weddings galore, Breathplay, Minor Character Death, Idiots in Love, Muggle Candies, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Black Hermione Granger, Draco likes whatever Hermione likes via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Wi0twrX September 07, 2024 at 05:31AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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tomionefinds · 2 years

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This is such a shameful question so I'm sorry in advance 😂✌ Any smut galore multi-chapter completed fics you can recommend? Thank you!!

Hey Anon,

Absolutely no need to feel ashamed here, you are amongst like minded peers.

I'm just gonna list a fic from a few authors had to set some limits otherwise this would go on and on, but if you need more I recommend using Ao3's search filters too. I put something like over 40k just to try to rein this list in some. LOTS of really great smutty WIPs and oneshots out there.. Check the adultfanfiction site too. To be honest all of these authors have multiple completed multi-chapter explicit works, so I would definitely recommend pulling up their profiles and perusing their other works to see if any other strike your fancy. -JD

Tom, just Tom by Ciule E/Ma | Complete | 121k Lord Voldemort slithered out of the Veil on New Year's Eve in the year 2000. Still bent on world domination, he decided that Golden Girl Granger would be the perfect accessory on his arm.

Nightmare by provocative_envy E/Ma | Complete | 156k A broken time turner shouldn't have sent me back so far. It was unprecedented. Stepping on it--smashing it--nothing should have happened. At most, I should have lost a week. At worst, I should have disappeared altogether. I shouldn't have traveled back fifty-two years; half a bloody century. This should not have happened.

The Prisoner by NerysDax E/Ma | Complete | 182k Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.

The Art of Secrecy by mrsren E/Ma | Complete | 63k It had been the perfect one night stand until she, literally, fell face first at his feet and discovered he was her professor.

Bound by Sharkdiver1980 E/Ma | Complete | 59k After a freak accident occurs while attempting to destroy one of Voldemort’s horcruxes that sends Hermione back in time to the year 1947, she finds herself forcefully subjected to a new law put in place by the ministry to counteract the damage to the wizarding population done by Grindelwald. It was no wonder she had never heard of Proclamation no.1682, otherwise known as “The Marriage Law”, since it had obviously been repealed almost as quickly as it was instated. The problem was, she had already been assigned a husband. HG/TMR

Shared Flame by Lady Miya M | Complete | 311k It all started when two normally clever individuals both had a really lousy day.

Dark Seduction by crochetaway E/Ma | Complete | 73k As Tom Riddle is hunting for the diadem in Albania, he stumbles across a strange artifact he's never seen before. Hermione Granger is a lowly Ministry employee on vacation in the mountains of Albania. She's found the perfect cabin for a week of relaxing, hiking and reading. Until a stranger shows up in her living room. Wearing a time-turner. Complete!

Insight & Desire by WildKitsune Series: Every Witch Way [1] E/Ma | Complete | 43k Hermione Granger is the most brilliant witch of her age. This may be why she is arrogant enough to mess with time. Hermione accidentally travels back to Tom's final year at Hogwarts, and on her trip home has a bit of a stowaway. As if one Tom Riddle wasn't hard enough to handle, they seem to be popping up at her everywhere she turns. As Hermione is sucked more deeply into Lord Voldemort's plots, she doesn't know if she will ever escape.

Linen Rope by Brightki E/Ma | Complete | 80k Hermione is an upper sixth student at the highly elite Hogwarts School, and she needs extra hours working in the school’s science labs for her pre-admission to Oxford the next year. However, she has to get the approval from the chemistry teacher, Dr. Snape, as well as the support of the man in charge of the science department - Dr. Tom Riddle.

Pygmalion by Colubrina M | Complete | 178k When Tom Riddle walked through a doorway one fall afternoon everything changed and he found himself in a world wholly unprepared for him. "Something about you makes my brain itch," Hermione Granger said. "As if an earthquake had shifted everything sharply two feet to the left and then back again and it didn't all fit back quite right." Tomione. AU. COMPLETE.

Fated by MiraMain E/Ma | Completed | 136k Voldemort's black gaze stares for what seems like hours. All is silence but my ragged breathing. My bloody lip dripping onto the forest floor. He finally speaks “It shall be a pleasure to bring you into submission Hermione”

#Tomione #Smut #Lots of Smut #multichapter #completed #rated: ma/e #rated: e

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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AO3 Wrapped - 15 rare pair recs

God bless the rare pairs! I haven’t read much in 2023 but what I’ve read definitely left a lasting impression on me. The @dronarryfest stole the show alongside some delicious Kinkuary treats, but I’m happy that I found time to explore wlw and one or two new ships. A massive shoutout to these incredible creators for sharing brilliant works with us. Please give them some love! Here's to a wonderful 2024 with more rare pair galore 🥂

💍 Something Old, Something New by @indigo-scarf (T, 3k) - Draco/Goyle

queerplatonic relationship | weddings | fluff

Draco said he would marry Goyle if they ended up single.

⚖️ One or the Other by @sleepstxtic (E, 3k) - Dorcas/Narcissa, Dorcas/Marlene

war fic | spy Dorcas | infidelity

Dorcas becomes a murderer at eight o’clock on a Friday night.

🛏️ The Roommates by @citrusses (E, 3.6k) - Sirius/Draco, endgame Drarry

rough sex | voyeurism | light D/s

Harry would later wonder if, that first time it happened, he hadn’t been meant to find out all along.

📷 collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks (E, 4k) - Ginsy

non-binary Ginny | UST | Daddy kink

Gin’s adjusting the lighting for their next shoot when in walks the new model Luna was so enthusiastic about, and that’s when they know they’re in deep shit.

🪢 As We Tremble and We Bleed by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k) - Harry/Teddy

angst with a happy ending | infidelity (Hinny) | family dynamics

Or: Everybody commits angsty-hot adultery, is mostly miserable, and then finds happiness.

💧Boy Wonder by @maesterchill (E, 6k) - Dronarry

getting together | threesome | dacryphilia

Ron Weasley is a people guy. Gets on well with others, loves to socialise. Despite that, he can never figure people out. When Hermione reveals a very intimate secret about Harry, Ron begins to wonder about a few things.

♟️ Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by @writcraft (E, 8k) - Ron/Harry

friends to lovers | jealousy | first time (Ron)

It’s getting harder to hear about Harry’s casual one-night stands, but Ron can’t work out why. He meets plenty of women, he wants his friend to be happy and it can’t be jealousy, because Ron is straight. Isn’t he?

🪶 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - Dronarry

established Drarry | Veela!Ron | jealousy | magical theory

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him.

🐺 Stopper & Reeve by @vdoshu (E, 10k) - Drarry + Teddy

established Drarry | knotting | breeding kink | sex toys

Teddy gets his very first knot stuck in his fleshlight. And somehow that’s not the worst part of his day.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14k) - Dronarry

dragon tamers Drarry | hurt/comfort | D/s undertones

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 17k) - Dronarry

established Rarry | sentient houses | grief | gardening

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

🧩 Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - Harry/Snape

memory loss | murder boyfriends | first time

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

🌶️ 🪙 Kinkuary collection by @sorrybutblog (E, 20k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of smutty ficlets written for HP Kinkuary 2023. Tags will be updated as chapters are added. Pairings are in chapter headings!

📻 empire builders by shecrows (E, 25k) - James/Sirius

friends to lovers | power dynamics | coming of age

James, Sirius, and a summer in the south of Devon.

🌶️ 🐺 Kinkuary collection by @wolfpants (E, 42k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#ao3 wrapped #hp rare pair #Sitp faves

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whitenight11007 · 1 year

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being a Griffindor at hogwarts….

most people think they would be bold and fierce, but let’s all remember little Neville. There could be so really shy griffins who just want to do something with their life.

Most of them are B students

Even though the hufflepuff common room is right by the kitchens, it is the griffindors who regularly ransack the kitchen. They have wild parties. Rumors of slytherins secretly joining at whispered about.

Enemies to lovers is a very strong troupe in this house. You see so many Griffindor dating slytherins. Their relationship is all challenges and games, but also hugs where none of you want to let go, and sleeping together often.

Some griffindors just want to wear jeans and leather jackets. McGonagall allows it albeit reluctantly. Some people even have sleek black motorcycles.

Pranks galore. Who said fred and George were the only pranksters? All the weasley’s are, as well as the potters and (surprisingly) the long bottoms. Ravenclaw friends even help sometime, and giggle all the way through

Their aesthetic would be….mugs of hot cocoa, rich red velvet, snow on your tongue, and laughs at 4 in the morning. Heavily edited architecture photos, pretty chandeliers, cozy rugs and a roaring fire, cookies on a platter, pictures of laughing friends. Reading lots and lots of books (no, it’s not just a ravenclaw thing!). Dancing very late at night with no music and only the sound of the rain. Falling asleep next to a best friend while you’re studying. Waking up in the hospital after a quidditch game. Eating only the sweets at feasts. And of course, being bold and brash in most things, but being really shy around your crush.

The griffindors are the ones who dare to dream and hogwarts wouldn’t be the same without them

#hogwarts #harry potter #ravenclaw #slytherin #hufflepuff #random #griffindor #aesthetic

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thank you to @perverse-idyll for thinking of me <3

NGL, that's a tough one - both because i have, as of the time of writing, 170 published works on AO3 (how did this happen!!??), but also because, well. i am Very Bad at choosing and self-promo, so... i'll use the response i got from readers to guide me.

i've answered for HP fic then rambled about other fandoms. And now i should post this before i tweak even more, change my mind about the picks, etc.

If i stick to Harry Potter fics, i'd go with: > Realisations, because it's been recced by others (!!!), and it's first-person narrative, which is a nice challenge to write. i went into it wanting to see if i could do first-person smut, but of course it's mostly feels. If anyone had told me, back when I was still a Hogwarts student, that I’d have a crush on the one and only Severus Snape – dungeon bat, greasy git, Death Eater, etc – I would definitely have laughed. Or, more likely, screamed at you, maybe tried to hex you, and assumed you were a Voldemort supporter.

> The Box, because it's Petunia-centric and it was recced as well (!!!!!). Petunia is a fascinating character, when you take a step back from the children's book trope and try to see what made her the way she is, what would make a person become Petunia Dursley. Petunia Dursley is a sensible woman; she’s always been. She’s not the kind to get all fanciful and trust shady people, oh no. She knows only too well what happens when you do.

> Winter Bloom, written for Hoggywartyxmas for @my--witch. Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt. i aimed for both humour and feels and flirting. Features Bill Weasley, and Severus in a vintage leather jacket (art by @my--witch !). “Romantic? You’re dressed like Santa; I might be a Death Eater but even I am not that much of a pervert.”

> Fuck, Marry, Kill which got positive feedback for the humour. It's very Idiots In Love, misunderstandings galore, etc. And Firsties dedicated to their Head of House! He’s an addict, after all, like his parents before him – his father to the bottle, his mother to his father, himself to power and now to Potter. Every time Potter’s hand winds into his hair, pulls and then softens, cradles his too-sharp cheekbone and touches his too-thin lips, he can feel the sheer power in it. He could obliterate Severus, if he wished to; he will one day, either because Severus pisses him off one too many times or because he’ll realise all the reasons why this, all of this, is a terrible, terrible idea.

> The Fair - look, i managed a short fic for Snape Case! It's child Sev centric and his parents. Like i do with Petunia, i want to delve into Eileen and Tobias. We don't know much about them, but i like to think about the circumstances that made made Tobias hate magic, that led them both to neglect Severus, that resulted in what little we see of them. i like to think that they loved each other and their son, once. They feature in several of my HP works. He was still hungry afterwards, but he didn’t say anything. He’s only six, but he’s not a dunderhead! He’s heard his parents whisper angrily at each other, heard his dad ask why his mum can’t magic them some money. Every time he does, his mum shakes her head and says she can’t, and every time, his dad goes out and slams the door and comes back after Severus is in bed.

Daredevil AHAHAHAHA omg. What ship? What mood? egads, there are so many. i don't know! i wrote mostly Matt/Frank, Matt/Elektra, and Matt/Foggy.

If i may, i'll start by saying i consider what i do as event admin for @daredevilexchange, @frattweek, and @themattfogblog as work i'm proud of, even if technically they're not fics i've written (well, i did participate several times ;-).

But as for my fics... there's a lot in that fandom and i really can't pick 5, so let's go with some rare pairs, like Matt/Venom/Eddie (Snacks at the Laundromatt), or Matt/Tony Stark (Court Crush), Matt/Cap (Through Your Eyes), or Matt/Hawkeye (Hawkguy and the Devil). There's even Matt/Loki, Green Sleeves! And there's gen as well.

And actually, this is the occasion to remember @dichotomystudios, who unexpectedly passed away a year ago. Her many contributions to the fandom ranged from wonderful art, great canon knowledge, heart-warming cheerleading, dedicated work as part of the SaveDaredevil campaign... to being a friend to many in the fandom. She created three art pieces for The Littlest Catholic, a Frank/Matt fluff, angst, and humour fic featuring dollhouses. We talked a lot about it, exchanged ideas, giggled like loons... she is very missed.

For those of you struggling with Ikea furniture, may i point you to Nailed It for some Schadenfreude - but really, i wrote several Fratt fics going for the lulz (crosswords flirting, dating app adventures...), and i hope readers enjoy them. Also, there's a dog in the Lucy series, and a cat in a fic titled (i kid you not) The Fratt Cat. Yes, i am good at titles. Oh! And the Dog POV fic: A Good Dog !

Let's also mention Crossing the Styx, which was a writing collaboration with @pixelbypixelfanfic. i don't think i could have a better experience with anyone else <3 we wrote this over... oh, over more than a year, and i think in the final result it's really hard to say who wrote what.

There's some more MCU/Marvel stuff, mostly Loki-centric, some shippy like Frayed Threads (Loki/Steve Rogers, there's not enough of you) and some not like in the religion of the insecure (i must be myself) (mentioning that one because lookit, i too can do the all-lowercase song lyrics with brackets title thing!).

i was lucky to collaborate with several artists who are also friends in the general Marvel fandom - @rrr-nightingale and Iithril, looking at you <3 - and @metaderivative podficced several works, including the Dog POV one :D

i dabbled in other fandoms (my What We Do In The Shadows fics are more feelsy than humour, with bonus focus on Zoroastrianism for the second one), the Good Omens one is pre-TV show and not vibing with today's fandom, we should simply forget about the old, old Star Trek TOS stuff, and then there's the whole Lucifer catalogue. i started writing again because of that fandom, but it's also one of the few that i've left behind, for Reasons. However, out of the *checks* 52 fics i wrote there, there's also some fluff, some angst, some smut, some plot. Even the de-aging plots, the mega depression fics, the Latin titles, the let's think real hard about death fics, the bodies and sex are hard omg fics, mixing humour and feels, having religious themes (Lucifer angsts about being Lucifer! Matt Murdock decides to become a monk!!) etc. I did start several trends of mine there ;-)

Sorry for the ramblings; i figured you wanted only the HP stuff but i wasn't 100% sure. i have a small enough number of HP fic out for now so it's easier to pick 5, but for the rest? ...nah, can't °_°;;;

#tagged #tagging game

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