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@microficmay day 22 ‘precious’
Cho/Parvati, 50 words, for @siriusly-sapphic
CW: vaginal fingering
Cho is a crier; Parvati doesn’t mind.
She flicks her tongue, collecting every salty teardrop trailing down Cho’s cheeks. Like they’re delicious, like they’re precious.
“What are you doing?” Cho squirms. Parvati still has two fingers inside and another lazily circling her clit.
“Tasting you.” She licks up another tear.
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Cho Chang x Parvati Patil ★ by @siriusly-sapphic
It's the way you bring me coffee in the morning
And how you know just what not to say
I don't need you to try and fix everything
When I've had a bad day
Make me feel loved, make me feel beautiful
Make me feel dance around the room
Cinderella kind of magical
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Day 6: our little death
Cho Chang/Parvati Patil, G, 105
@hpshipuary: Cho/Parvati
@febuwhump: Secrets revealed
@hpsaffics B15: canon compliant
Also on AO3
His name slips out in your sleep along with a sob. Whether dream or nightmare I can’t tell; you’d be crying either way. I don’t want to wake you—for you to know I heard—I just pull you closer and hope my embrace drowns him out. In the morning I say nothing, because when I wake up chasing a smell I’ve long forgotten, I choose the strong line of your body for comfort. We both have our box of memories, a key nestled close to our hearts. I say nothing, because I can’t be sure her name never escapes my lips in the half-dark.
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something good and right and real
It is real, says Professor McGonagall as she takes the Grangers' baby girl away. Hermione thinks that this all feels like a book; like a story, but she is not the main character. She is simply dreaming and will soon wake up.
Of course she is magic, say her parents, Our wonderful little girl, beaming proudly as Hermione examines her new wand. Hermione knows they love her, are proud, would be proud even if it was a mistake and she was still ordinary.
You're one of us now, Parvati says kindly as she paints Hermione's nails vivid red to match their new uniforms. Lavender and the others watch from their beds, smiling. Hermione thinks that maybe having friends could be good.
Can you help me? asks Ron, biting his lip over a Potions essay, and Hermione thinks that maybe it is a little wonderful to be needed. To be wanted.
Mudblood, sneers Malfoy, and Hermione realizes that maybe this world is not a fairytale. That maybe this is something darker.
Insufferable, Snape says, and hate simmers in Hermione's stomach. She is not. She knows she is not. She refuses to be insufferable. Hermione swears it to herself; she will make people like her.
Would you go to the Ball with me? Viktor asks, and Hermione's heart explodes into a million shining fireworks. Here is one person that does not find her insufferable. Here is one person that cares. When he kisses her at the end of the night, Hermione thinks that maybe she could get used to it.
Emotional range of a teaspoon, grumbles Hermione one night, ignoring Ron's baffled look and storming upstairs. She doesn't think it's really fair how Harry talks about Cho; she'd act the same if it was her boyfriend that died. Hermione starts to understand that girls like Cho will always be labeled as shallow and weak, and girls like herself will always be labeled as insufferable. There is a storm at the edges of her school, her sanctuary, and Hermione does not like it.
We made it, says Ron in disbelief, as they gaze out across the Hall; it's still full of bodies, still full of Fred's laugh and Tonks' bubblegum hair, Remus' threadbare jackets and Colin's bright, flashing camera. Lavender's bright red nails. The scars Bellatrix carved into Hermione will always be there, and Hermione feels an odd satisfaction as she stares down at the woman's corpse. Hermione lays the evil, evil woman's wand on her body and walks away. Ron kisses her for the second time that day (night? She doesn't know, for once) and Hermione lets herself get lost in it.
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Still She Rose By: Fawkes01 - M, 19 chapters - After being attacked at a bash, Hermione went home and was discovered by her friend, Draco, the next morning. After some discussion, they decide for her to go back in time to alter a few things. In the end, she goes through hell…twice. She became a victim, and she must fight through it to rise on the other side.
#author: fawkes01#hurt and comfort#angst#luna#abuse and assault [hermione]#time travel#tw: rape#non con#healing#tw: violence#side pairing: blaise x ginny#cho#Parvati#hannah#ginny#daphne#blaise#theo#ron#harry#anti cormac
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Sooo all the treats from the Saffic Summer Exchange hosted by @hpsaffics have been revealed! (Seriously go check out the full collection it's SO good.) I ended up writing six double drabbles for it (meaning all 200 words), which I've linked here! Basic tags and rating are listed with them.
Two times Luna/Parvati, post war, healing, fluff, G rated.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40193436
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40205916
Two times Hermione/Narcissa, post war, established relationship, first one M and second one G rated.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40192794
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40095522
Cho/Ginny, post war, quidditch match, first kiss, T rated.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40212504
And finally Alecto/Narcissa, first war, established friends with benefits, E rated.
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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased
post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (see full series list here)
1993
The walls of the Hall have all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables have vanished; instead, there are about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Enchanted snowflakes fall gently through the air, melting before they hit the ground.
The champions enter the room, lead by Minerva, with their partners, and your eyes immediately fall on Harry, who looks like he's very focused on not tripping over his own feet. On his arm, is his fellow Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. She seems to be in her element, beaming out at everyone as they make their way up the Hall towards the top table where the judges are seated.
Cedric Diggory walks with Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and to your shock, Viktor Krum with Hermione. She's wearing a beautiful, flowy, periwinkle blue dress and she's slicked her hair back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. She smiles nervously at you and you even notice that something's different about her smile — her front teeth are far smaller than before.
They reach the top table and you spy Percy Weasley sitting in the fifth chair at the table, looking very well-to-do as Harry takes a seat beside him.
"Why is Percy Weasley here?" You say to Minerva as she sits down beside you at your less important staff table. You wish you were up at that top table and could get a few digs in at Karkaroff, keep an eye on him, but you're stuck here instead with the rest of the teachers. "And where's Crouch?"
"He's ill, apparently," she replies, glancing up at the table. "Weasley has come as his representative."
"I can't say I'm unhappy that he's absent," you say quietly, as you pluck your menu from the table and give it a once-over. "He'd put a damper on the mood."
Minerva nods. "He is quite sour, isn't he?"
You're not quite sure what to do with your menu — there's no waiters and the plates are empty. Then, to your rescue, Dumbledore looks pointedly at his plate and says very loud and clear, "Pork chops!"
And pork chops appear. Getting the idea, everyone else starts placing their orders with their plates and food appears.
Hagrid sits beside you, gazing up at the top table before giving a small wave. Following his eye line, you see Madame Maxime return it and you can't help but smile at the exchange. How cute.
When everyone has finished eating, Dumbledore stands up and motions for everyone to do the same. With a wave of his hand, all the tables are pushed up against the walls, then he conjures up a stage along the right wall, various instruments set on it.
The Weird Sisters troop onto stage, dressed in black robes that are artfully ripped and tattered and torn, and pick up their instruments. The champions and their partners stand up, and you catch Harry tripping over his dress robes as he stands up, before walking out onto the floor with Parvati.
The champions dance for about half a minute before Dumbledore steps out onto the floor, taking Madame Maxime with him. He's so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointy hat is just barely brushing the tip of her chin.
You extend your hand out to Minerva, bowing lowly with the other behind your back. "Care for a dance?"
She places he hand on yours, smiling, leading you gracefully out onto the floor. By now, nearly everyone has joined in and is dancing together on the floor. Even Moody is doing an extremely clumsy two-step with Professor Vector, who is nervously avoiding his wooden leg. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pass and she gives a look that suggests she'd rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than continue dancing with Moody.
You have quite an enjoyable night, swapping partners every dance and dancing with nearly every teacher in the school, except for Snape, Moody, and Karkaroff, who you warily avoid like the plague — but who also seem to be avoiding the dance floor entirely.
Out of breath, you make your way outside for some fresh air, loitering beside the freshly trimmed rose bushes that are glittering with fairy lights. You bend down slightly and bring one rose to your nose, inhaling its sweet flowery scent, when you hear a voice that positively grates your ears.
"...don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor."
"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening!" Comes Karkaroff's anxious and hushed voice. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it — "
"Then flee," Snape says curtly. "Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."
Snape and Karkaroff come around the corner, Snape blasting rose bushes apart with his wand. He blasts the one next to you, and two students sprint away from out behind it.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" He snarls as the girl runs past him. "And ten from Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!" His eyes land on you and he fails to hide his grimace. "And what are you doing out here?"
"Getting some fresh air," you respond simply, crossing your arms. "And what are you doing out here, Severus?"
"Ah, well, excuse me," Karkaroff says nervously, brushing past you with a polite smile. "I should get back to the party..."
You raise your eyebrows, turning back to Snape's scowling face expectantly.
"I am doing my job," he says snippily. "Perhaps you ought to do the same and watch the students inside, rather than coming outside for a little personal excursion."
"Is your head on a little excursion up your own — "
Madame Maxime suddenly rushes past you, eyes on the ground and looking very put-out. She passes you and disappears into the Entrance Hall.
" — arse?"
Snape's nostrils flare and for a second he looks like he's about to jinx you, but instead he just bristles past you, purposefully knocking your shoulder as he passes.
Later, when the Weird Sisters play their final song at midnight, several students make their way out of the Great Hall and you too follow in their footsteps out into the Entrance Hall. However, just as you've left the Great Hall, you spot Karkaroff skulking up the stairs, glancing around him furtively like he's got something to hide.
Intrigued, you follow him up the stairs, keeping a small gap between the two of you and looking away when he glances back at you. Then he veers off to the left into another corridor, walking fast, and just as you're about to follow him you hear muffled crying coming from the next flight of stairs.
You look up and there, sitting on one of the steps with her head in her knees, is Hermione, her body shaking with sobs. You should go make sure she's alright.
But this might be your chance to see what Karkaroff's up to! You look down the corridor at Karkaroff, your opportunity to keep up with him quickly slipping the more time you dwell on your decision.
You look back at Hermione, and her sobs take over your judgement and you hurry up the stairs towards her. You sit down on the step beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"
She lifts her head, eyes widening madly when she sees you. "P-professor!"
"Relax, Hermione," you say gently. "What happened?"
She bites her lip and looks away from you, drawing in a shaky breath and shaking her head. "N-nothing, nothing at all. It's s-silly, really."
You rub your hand along her arm soothingly. "Was it a boy?"
Her eyebrows raise slightly. "I told you it was silly."
You give her a sympathetic smile. "Been there. Teenage boys are stupid, Hermione. They were stupid when I was young and they're stupid now."
She sighs. "Do they ever stop being stupid?"
You give a light chuckle. "Eventually. Eventually they grow up and mature and start to actually use their heads."
You sigh, pulling her closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder as you continue to rub her arm soothingly. "You look beautiful tonight, Hermione. I can't believe how grown up you look."
"It's tiring," she says softly. "My hair took so long to do and it didn't even last the night." She gestures to her hair, which has become more dishevelled than it was at the start of the night, wisps of hair slipping out of the elegant knot and brushing her shoulders.
"I know. I have a million pins in mine and I haven't even got a date tonight!"
Hermione chuckles and you sigh, shaking your head. She yawns loudly, her eyelids drooping sleepily.
You pat her shoulder. "Alright, off to bed with you. I'm surprised you haven't collapsed yet with the amount of times I seen you out on the dance floor."
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A few days before the first day of term after Christmas, you sit at the staff table during breakfast, watching patiently as the post arrives. A barn owl swoops through the air towards you, dropping a copy of The Daily Prophet on the table in front of you. You grab it, pulling the twine off of it and unfolding it to read the front page.
DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE
Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.
Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.
An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very
frightening."
"I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we’re just too scared to say anything."
Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.
As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — as he has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.
While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa’s son appears to have inherited her brutal
nature.
In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have
developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who’s fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid’s own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who’s supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.
You mouth drops open and you hurriedly nudge Minerva beside you, shoving the paper in her face. You watch as her eyes travel down the page and her frown deepens as she reads on.
"What a horrid woman," she spits, folding the paper disapprovingly and handing it back to you. "That explains why Hagrid isn't at breakfast this morning."
You glance down the table, noticing the clear absence of the large man.
"How dare she?" you snap, feeling your anger flare. "Come into this school just to spread such a thing...why, the next time I see her — "
"You'll hold your tongue," Minerva cuts across warningly, giving you a wary look. "You'll hold your tongue and you won't get involved."
"Why shouldn't I? Someone needs to put her in her place and — "
"You know why." She glances down the table, sighing. "If you get on that woman's bad side, she will pull up everything she can on you. Absolutely everything. You know well you will not survive that."
You bite your lip, sighing dejectedly. "You're right...I just — she deserves to be humbled."
Minerva hums in agreement. "I know, I know."
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Finders Keepers Ch 10. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 7.8k (oh my)
Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, PIV, Vibrator fun
Summary: McLaggen gets introduced to the muggle world.
A/N: This has been through four drafts with two different storylines until I settled on this. I'm not happy with the self-insert this has become but the smut went too hard so had to just get it posted. Also 'Hen' is a little Scottish term of endearment for a young woman and Grammarly hated it LMAO.
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Chapter 10: Electricity
Dumbledore’s death brought an immediate feeling of mourning into the castle. The loss itself was tragic in its own right - a respected Headmaster who you liked (though admittedly had never even spoken to directly) but the circumstances surrounding his murder and the intrusion of Death Eaters at Hogwarts were abhorrent. Nobody could quite come to grips with what had happened during the night.
Seventh-year graduation was cancelled. The fifth-year O.W.Ls were postponed. Padma Patil and her sister Parvati had been escorted from Hogwarts by their parents before breakfast. By lunch, Marietta’s mother had literally dragged her from the castle, barely giving you and Cho time to bid her a painful goodbye on the front steps, as you both clutched her hands, promising to write to her and meet up soon.
A few days before Dumbledore’s funeral, McLaggen had suggested, quite rightly, that your Quidditch ban would be the least of Professor McGonagall’s worries at the moment, and so the two of you spent the morning hovering in front of the goalposts, taking turns shooting penalties at each other and trying to take your mind off of what should have been a joyous end of term.
“Right,” says McLaggen, catching the Quaffle in the stomach with a grunt. “Your turn.”
As the morning sun sits high behind him, his dark blonde hair catches the bright light and you notice it looks more tousled than usual - like he’s been running his hands through it the way you’ve seen him do when he’s brewing a particularly complicated potion in class.
You fly toward the goal and do an about-turn as he lines up to take a shot.
“Who’s that watching us? Ministry, do you reckon?” You nod at two figures at the edge of the Quidditch pitch.
McLaggen whips around to look at the spectators and throws his head back with a groan. “Well, one of them is. They’re my parents.”
There are only two reasons why they’d be here.
McLaggen’s dad was high up in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement - maybe he was here as part of the Ministry’s preparations for the funeral.
Or maybe, like Mairetta’s mum, they were coming to force him to go back home.
Your stomach twists with nerves. You hadn’t expected to be meeting McLaggen’s parents today. You would have worn something nicer, you think as your feet touch the ground. Feeling slightly flustered, you attempt to discreetly spit your gumshield into your gloves. He grins as you do your best to smooth out your wind-swept ponytail. “You look fine - don’t worry.”
That’s easy for him to say. You’re sure they’ve seen him plenty of times in his Keeper’s gear. But it’s hardly the first impression you wanted to make.
You walk side by side, carrying your brooms over to his parents at the side of the pitch.
Mr McLaggen, in his tailored robes, is practically the double of his son except for the fact that he’s older, greyer and has a markedly more serious demeanour than Cormac. His lined face is handsome but marred with a stony expression.
The woman standing next to him is easily the most timelessly beautiful witch you’ve ever seen. She’s tall too, blonde and has - there’s no other way to put it - an expensive aura. The way her face glows and how she holds both her hands over her heart when she sees McLaggen means she could only be his mother.
“Dad,” says McLaggen, grasping his father’s extended hand and shaking it.
Ooh, formal.
“This is-”
He’s cut off when his mother pushes past him to wrap her arms around you and squeeze you tightly.
“We know! We know!” She squeals, hugging you. She steps back with her hands still placed on each of your arms. “Gosh, you’re even prettier than the pictures.”
“The pictures?” You glance sideways at McLaggen who looks profoundly embarrassed by the way his mother coos at you.
“Yes! Those charming muggle photographs of the two of you. Cormac has sent us so many. You know, I might make an album.”
“Mum!” hisses McLaggen and she releases you to hug him next and plant a kiss on his cheek, covering him in red lipstick that she has to wipe off. He grumbles and flushes almost as deeply as the smudged lipstick being rubbed from his cheek.
Mr McLaggen shakes your hand and gives you a stiff nod without returning the smile you give him.
“Cormac, darling. We’ve come to take you home,” says Mrs McLaggen, finally ceasing her fawning over him.
“I’m of age, I don’t need you to escort me home.”
“Of course, you don’t, sweetheart,” she waves a hand dismissively and turns to you. “Are your parents coming to get you soon?”
“They can’t - they’re muggles,” you say and you can’t help but notice the way Mr McLaggen avoids your gaze. “I’m getting the train home after the funeral.”
“I’m not leaving you here,” says McLaggen plainly.
His parents stare at you. Mr McLaggen looks formidable but Mrs McLaggen just looks anxious - you can tell the idea of him being here at Hogwarts is making her worried sick.
“Go with them. I’ll go home in a few days. And you’re still gonna visit me soon, right?”
“Gregor…” starts Mrs McLaggen, looking pleadingly at her husband.
“Eleanor, I warned you - ”
“Come and stay with us,” she addresses you before he can finish and your eyes widen in surprise. Mr McLaggen sighs resignedly and you have the distinct feeling that despite his appearance, it’s Mrs McLaggen who runs the show. “I mean for goodness sake, there were Death Eaters at Hogwarts. It’s not safe.”
“I’d love to, I really would. But I need to see my parents.” You look at McLaggen.
“Mum, we need to talk about it. Look, we’re going to go and get changed out of our Quidditch stuff. I’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall in a bit, yeah?”
“Alright, darling.” She touches his cheek fondly much to his indignation. “Your father and I will go for a walk and reminisce.” For a split second, you think you catch Cormac’s dad giving her a hint of a smirk that makes him so resemble his son, before following her off the pitch.
“Wow…” You say, watching them walk off towards the castle grounds.
“I know, she’s a bit much.” He gives you an edgy look as he bends down to pick up both of your brooms.
“I was talking about your dad. He’s a total DILF. I see where you get it from.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“And your mum! She adores you, it’s so sweet!”
“Alright, alright. That’s enough,” laughs McLaggen, shaking his head as the two of you walk back up the gravel path towards the castle. “What do you think though?”
“Listen, you should go with them. Your mum is obviously worried about you. Cho is staying here so I’ll be fine.”
“What are you and Cho going to do if the Death Eaters come again?”
“What are you going to do if they come again?”
“Well, that’s my point. If you’re here and I’m not then I can’t protect you.”
“We slept through the whole thing last time.” It was true - by the time you emerged from your common with the rest of Ravenclaw Tower, Dumbledore was already dead and Snape had fled from the scene. “Besides, I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Do a Shield Charm,” he says, stopping dead in his tracks as you reach the courtyard.
You bite your lip. “What, right now?”
“Yes, right now. Prove it.”
“That’s a lot of pressure, give me a sec - ”
He spins you to face him. “That’s the point. You don’t have a second to think. You need to react quickly - and not out of anger either. We already know you can do that at least.”
You feel slightly awkward as you look down at the singed tail of his broom.
“I don’t need a Shield Charm. I’m sure I could flirt my way out of any sticky situation,” you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, hoping to change the subject.
He holds your shoulders firmly, dropping his broom to the stone floor with a clatter. “Be serious for two minutes.” His stern expression makes him look so strikingly like his dad. You’ve never been intimidated by McLaggen the way that other people are but you can definitely why they would be now.
Although you still don’t feel intimidated.
Instead, as soon as you try to take him seriously you feel yourself faltering. Against your will, you feel a little lump in your throat. “Cormac, I don’t want to think about it. I just want to finish school and go home and have everything be… be normal.”
“I know. But it’s not… it’s not normal any more.” He pulls you into a long hug and you press your face into his soft jumper, inhaling the comforting amber scent of his aftershave. “Come back with me. Please?” He murmurs with his chin resting on your head.
“I can’t. I need to see my mum and dad.”
“Then promise me you’ll at least practise Shield Charms while I’m gone.”
You allow yourself a small smile. “And you’re still coming back to Scotland to see me, right?”
“Only if you promise to visit me too. If you can put up with that,” he says, before turning quickly to make sure his mother hasn’t crept up behind him.
“I can put up with that as long as you’ll be okay with my dad forcing football down your throat.”
McLaggen puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk in the direction of Gryffindor Tower and confirm your summer plans. You’ll both placate your respective parents, then McLaggen will visit you for two weeks, you’ll go to the Holyhead Harpies tryouts and then visit his family at his house.
“And then what?” asks McLaggen, stopping outside the portrait of the Fat Lady. You don’t usually walk him this far but right now you want to prolong his departure as much as you can.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not gonna stay with our parents just visiting each other forever, are we?”
Oh.
“Things have been so mad with exams, I’ve never had the chance to think about it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… what, have you thought about us… like living together?”
“I think about it all the time.”
You feel yourself melting into a puddle.
“So you’d move to Wales with me if I make the Holyhead Harpies team?”
“If you want me to? We have plenty of time to decide - I’m not starting work at the Ministry with my dad until the end of the summer”
You chew your lip when he mentions his dad.
“You’re definitely still going to come, right?” you blurt, finally releasing the worry in the pit of your stomach since his parents arrived. “Even if something… even if something bad happens?”
“There’s nothing that could happen that would stop me from seeing you.”
“Even if your dad tells you he doesn’t want you to?”
“What makes you think he wouldn’t want me to?”
You raise your eyebrows - you know why McLaggen’s dad wouldn’t look at you.
“It’s not like that. Anyway I don’t care if he doesn’t want me to, whats he gonna do? Stop me?”
You take a deep breath. “Well, if something does happen, just know that I love you.”
“I love you too. And I will see you next week.”
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After the funeral, you and Cho got the Hogwarts Express back to London. It was an emotional last train journey - the two of you ended up in tears more than once. It should have been a final rite of passage.
Not just a journey for two.
You wistfully imagine another ending, in a different lifetime - where your friends all shared a compartment as the Scottish countryside became less dense, making your way across the border and down to London. You’d laugh, chat excitedly about your Holyhead Harpies tryouts, buy some snacks from the trolley witch and play exploding snap.
Instead, you and Cho held hands across the compartment and mourned the end of an era. When it was finally time to part ways with Cho at the station, out loud you promised you’d see each other soon.
But inside you wondered if you’d ever see her again.
You apparate home from King’s Cross and when you step into the muggle world it’s like travelling to another dimension. The grief, the loss, and the mourning of your childhood are easy to bury when your dad meets you with open arms and asks if you had had a fun year at school.
You lie.
You don’t break the news about the state of the wizarding world. You shove down all your fears about what Voldemort’s return and Dumbledore’s death mean for muggles.
But you do, at the very least, pluck up the courage to tell him that not only do you have a boyfriend who you’ve invited to visit but that he’s totally clueless about everything to do with the world you came from.
“What do you mean he doesn’t know football?” Grumbles your dad, dragging your trunk up the stairs to your parents’ little two-bedroom flat while you carry your owl in her cage and your broom. As usual, he refuses to let you help him by using magic.
“They don’t watch football in the wizarding world, Dad.”
“What did you say his name was again? McLaggen? Where in Scotland is he from?”
“Er, Surrey.”
“What?!” He stops on the landing of the close to hold onto the railing and catch his breath.
“He’s English.”
“With a name like McLaggen?”
You nod. You were braced for this reaction.
“Och, for fuck sake. He’s English and he doesn’t even watch the Premier League?” You shake your head and he continues heaving the trunk. “I mean I could manage if he was at least an Arsenal fan but, Christ…”
“He’s into sports. I mean, we both play Quidditch,” you say, putting your key in the door and letting him inside.
“Is he any good?”
“Yeah, pretty good. He’s a Keeper too.”
“Not as good as you, though?”
“Never.”
“That’s my lass. You inherited your talent from the best.”
You laugh. Your dad coaches a lower-division football team and was a Goalkeeper himself in his youth. His insistence that you played football growing up is probably why you excelled at Quidditch so quickly.
Your mum greets you in the hallway with a hug.
“And has she told you about the English boyfriend who’s coming to visit?” Your dad calls to her and you sigh.
You count down the days until McLaggen is finally due to apparate on the spare bit of ground behind your flat. Thinking that there would be a lot in the muggle world for him to take in, you timed his arrival for when your parents weren’t home so you could explain everything.
You sit on a crumbling red brick wall at the edge of the patchy grassy field behind your building, looking at your Casio watch - it works again now that you’re outside the magical boundaries of Hogwarts. Right on cue at noon, you hear a shot, like a car backfiring and McLaggen appears - broom in hand and a backpack over his shoulders.
“Made it without splinching yourself then?”
“I dunno, are both my eyebrows still there?” He touches them with a thumb and forefinger. It’s been hardly any time at all since you saw him last but you’ve missed that stupid face.
You leap off the wall to hug him and he picks you up with ease, scooping you up with his free arm and kissing your cheek when you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Did you get taller?” You ask, stumbling when he finally puts you down.
“In a week? Unlikely.”
You offer to carry his broom but instead, McLaggen takes your hand and you walk around the side of the building to the front door. He does a double take when you use your electronic key fob to release the main door and it buzzes to let you in.
“That’s… electricity right?”
“Well remembered. Keep that in mind if there’s anything you don’t understand. It’s probably just electricity.”
“Got it.”
“My mum and dad are both at work so they won’t be back til tonight.” His broad shoulders relax slightly as he follows you up the four flights of stairs and you unlock the door to the flat with a set of keys. “I thought it would give me time to show you how some of this muggle stuff works.” You shut the door behind you and lead him down the hall.
“This is me,” you say opening your bedroom door.
He looks stunned when he steps through the threshold to your bedroom.
“I know. It’s tiny but I’m hardly ever here, I suppose.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… really pink.”
You laugh, looking at your fuchsia walls adorned with posters of bands, the Holyhead Harpies and the football team you follow. It’s probably pretty overwhelming if you’re not used to it.
“Surprised? You ask, sitting down on your double bed that’s pushed up against the wall of your little bedroom. “Just dump your stuff anywhere by the way.”
“I was picturing blue. For obvious reasons.” He shrugs his bag off of his shoulder, not really noticing where it falls as he stands at your wall, looking closely at your peeling No Doubt poster. “It’s kind of creepy how their eyes follow you around even though they don’t move.”
“Hey, don’t call Gwen Stefani creepy in this house.”
“Does she play football?”
“Not that I know of. She’s in a muggle band. American. Most of these guys are,” you say as he looks around your room. You lean back on your elbows. “I mean, you know NSYNC, right?”
He looks at your other posters and shakes his head.
“Come off it - even Marietta knows NSYNC.”
“I’ve never heard any muggle music.”
“You’re missing out. Better than The Weird Sisters. Definitely better than Celestina Warbeck.”
“Don’t say that in front of my mum… hey, at least there’s one thing I recognise.” He wanders over to your open bedroom window where your little grey barn owl perches on the window ledge. He extends his hand to greet her. She looks at it disdainfully, turns and spreads her wings to fly off into the distance. You think she’s annoyed that you haven’t been writing to him.
“I hope that’s not a bad omen for meeting your family.”
It gives you a fuzzy feeling in your chest, seeing him in your room like this. This time last summer you’d never have thought Cormac McLaggen would be in your bedroom. Or that you’d actually want him to be here. You watch him as McLaggen looks at the photos stuck to your dressing table mirror interestedly. Polaroids of you and him, some group photos of you, Cho and Marietta, and a few of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
“I can bring those with me to yours, if you want? You know, for your mum’s album…”
“Oh, haha,” he says sarcastically, joining you on the bed. “There’s a picture missing though...” He scans the room before reaching over to your bedside table to open the drawer. You lurch forward and try to slam it shut.
“Don’t look in my drawers!”
“Is that picture of me in there?”
That stupid trademark arrogant smile makes you blush furiously.
“No!” You lie, crawling over his lap to get between him and the table.
“It is!” He says with a mock gasp. “Come on, let me see!” You struggle but he dodges your grasp and opens the drawer. “I knew it!”
“You’re insufferable,” you grumble as he picks out the Polaroid before you can slam it shut.
“My shoulders look great,” he smirks, admiring himself in the photo. It’s one you took at the Seventh Year party, of him at the edge of the pool, drinking a beer.
His shoulders do look great.
So does the rest of him.
It’s why you keep it in your bedside drawer.
“You should have it if you like it so much.”
“Nah, I like that you like it.” He looks round to see you pursing your lips. “Alright! I’ll put it back-”
“No, wait!”
He opens the drawer again and pauses.
Shit.
“What is this?”
He’s spotted what you didn’t want him to see in the first place. A small, silicone bullet vibrator. You’re hoping he’ll have no idea what it’s for.
He holds the picture in one hand and the vibrator in the other, looking between them.
“Wait… does this go in…?” He makes a juvenile stabbing motion.
“It’s none of your business where it goes.” Your cheeks feel red hot. “Put it back.”
“You’re blushing - it does!” His face lights up with glee.
“It does not.”
“It’s so small. No wonder you were so impressed.”
“I told you it doesn’t go inside of me. It - ugh.” You sigh. “I hold it against me.”
“You just hold it? Does that - I mean, how does that feel good?”
You extend your palm and he drops it in your hand. It starts vibrating when you press the button at the bottom.
His eyes go wide. “And how- ?” You raise an eyebrow. “Right, sorry, electricity.”
You turn it off and reach over him to put it back but he grabs your wrist.
“Cormac -”
“Show me.”
“What?” You look at him and feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s deadly serious.
“Come on, you said I never did it right. Show me how you touch yourself”
“You know I never meant that. I was just pissed off.”
“Oh, I know you didn’t.” The confident look on his face sends a tingle down your spine - he’s always so sure of himself. “But you’re gonna pay for saying that.” Fuck. It makes you wet thinking about how he’s going to make you pay for it. How does he know exactly how to press your buttons? To make you fold like this?
McLaggen puts his picture down and leans in to kiss you. His tongue parts your lips and you welcome it, letting him roll his tongue across yours. You’ve been dying to kiss him like this again since the night in the Prefect’s Bathroom. And now, you finally have him alone.
“I missed you,” you breathe when he moves his lips to kiss your neck.
You really have. The last time you had sex was over four months ago on Valentine’s Day. And sure, most of your Quidditch practises with him between December and March had ended up under the canvas stands getting hot and heavy - the pair of you fumbling under each other’s robes - but you haven’t even seen each other naked since February.
“When are your parents back?”
You pull back and look at the watch on your wrist. “Like four hours.”
“Wait what is that?” He asks, looking down at the digital display.
“A watch -” You say, between kisses. “Electricity. I’ll explain later. Just kiss me. Please.”
The fuzzy feeling in your chest spreads down to your abdomen and you pull yourself onto his lap, drawing your leg over his to straddle him.
Cormac lies back on the bed to rest on your pillows and your mouth follows his. You feel his hands move from your waist to squeeze your backside. His erection presses against you through his jeans as you suck on his bottom lip. When you trail kisses across his jaw and down his neck, you can feel the way his muscles tense as he swallows.
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt up and over your head and you urgently pull his off too.
Fuck, he looks even better than your picture of him.
Your hands work quickly to undress him and he does the same, his strong hands yanking your jeans and underwear down as you kiss him and run your hands over his bare chest. You climb on top of him again, positioning your hips over his large, flushed cock so that the underside of him is engulfed between your wet lips.
“Where’s that… thing?” He finds your discarded vibrator on the bed and hands it to you. “C’mon let me see how you use it.”
“What, sitting you you like this?”
“Yeah.” He raises his eyebrow, daring you to do it.
You take it and bite your lip. For some reason, you feel thoroughly embarrassed about touching yourself for him.
“Can’t we just…?” You put his large hands on your hips and grind back, along the thick length of him and feel him twitching between your folds.
“I thought you were gonna show me how all this muggle stuff worked?” Cormac’s eyes drift down your body as he guides your hand clutching the vibrator down to your clit. “I want to start by seeing how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”
“You’re so sure I’m thinking about you?” You tease, switching it on. Fuck. You hold it against yourself and immediately feel your nerve endings light up under the stimulation.
“I know you do. Maybe not as much as I think about you.”
“You do?” You squirm against the steady vibration on your clit.
“Every fucking night.” He reaches up to cup your face. His thumb draws across your parted lips and you open your mouth to suck on it. You moan, feeling everything inch of your skin tingling.
His hand drags down your neck to your chest, groping your breast before settling on your hip again. “I - Maybe I think about you too, then,” you whisper, meeting his eyes when his hands move your body, encouraging you to keep moving back and forth. Those green eyes bore into yours - you go weak from the prolonged eye contact.
“Don’t give me that look, fuck, I can’t take it,” he pleads.
“What look?”
“The same one you gave me when you drank that love potion. Fuck, when you were begging me to take you… you know what it does to me when you beg for me.”
The vibration on your clit and the way his cock pulses underneath you make your vision hazy.
“I’m begging you now, Cormac… please. I want you inside me.”
You tilt forward so that the tip of his cock presses against your slick entrance. Sinking back, you moan as you feel his thick length stretching you, slowly filling you up. Cormac’s tight grip forces your hips to bear down on him and you whine when he sheathes himself fully, hitting deep in your centre.
“You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.”
He watches as you lean back to brace yourself on his thigh with your free hand. You pull your hips up and sink slowly back down on him, feeling him pushing into you. The strong vibrations on your clit and how his cock presses into your G-spot make you start to see stars behind your eyelids. Using your vibrator on its own, thinking about him every night this past week felt good but fuck, you never imagined how it would feel with him here under you, inside you at the same time.
“I know it’s not right but I wanted to fuck you in that shower - so badly,” he says, running his hands up your body to squeeze your tits.
You know it wasn’t right either, but Christ, you wanted him to. Every day you spent with him at school after the seventh-year party when you could kiss him, touch him, but never fuck him made you ache. You found yourself in your dormitory late at night with the curtains of your four-poster drawn, face buried in your pillow and fingers working in your underwear, quietly making yourself cum so the other girls couldn’t hear.
“I would have let you. Shit - I’ll let you fuck me anywhere. In the shower, on the pitch… anywhere you want -” You curse when he pinches your nipples.
“Don’t say that. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
You can imagine him too, alone at night in Gryffindor Tower fucking his own hand thinking about you whimpering against his chest, rubbing your clit and pleading with him to fuck you while every fibre of his being resisted temptation.
You can hear how wet you are over the buzzing from your vibrator - the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy makes you pick up your pace, your walls squeezing around him and the intense vibrations pulsing on your clit as you chase your high.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep fucking yourself on my dick.”
That’s exactly what it feels like like you’re getting yourself off for him. You almost forget about his pleasure while you use his thick cock as a means to your end as he watches you riding up and down on him.
McLaggen stares up at you, mesmerised by the way your face contorts in pleasure - your parted lips and heavy lids painting a picture of uninhibited gratification. He grabs your hips again - hard - just to watch your expression change, to see if he can make your facial muscles scrunch up and cause sweet noises to escape you.
He can.
His thumbs dig careless bruises into your hipbones driving himself deeper into you as you set a frantic rhythm, bouncing on his cock.
“Ah - fuck, Cormac. I’m gonna cum,” you whimper and his thigh tenses under your hand as you bear down on him, feeling white-hot pleasure deep in your core.
“That’s right, make yourself cum for me,” he says through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on your body - staring at the way your tits bounce and your hand presses the little buzzing object against your clutch of nerves.
The heat spills over and everything clamps down on him tight as ecstasy erupts burning hot through your body. The white noise of blood rushing in your ears overwhelms you as you cum all over his cock, riding out the wave of pleasure engulfing you.
You toss the vibrator aside and slump over him, pressing your face into the juncture of his shoulder. Your chest finds his and you cling to his broad shoulders as he fucks up into you, manically jerking his hips with a pummelling force that makes you let out adoring whimpers for him, your lips pressed onto his skin.
He wraps his arms around your back, keeping his tight grip on you for leverage. Every thrust make the broken sounds from your lips pitch higher and higher. You’re not sure where your last orgasm stopped and this one is beginning.
“Fuck, you make such pretty noises when you cum.”
His name leaves your lips over and over and over, in sync with the slamming of his hips into yours. God, he feels good from this angle. Cormac groans through gritted teeth when you say his name, and he responds by jackhammering his cock into you. You stifle your cry by biting down on his neck, not caring whether you’ll leave a bruise or not. Your mind goes blank with pleasure - no thoughts - just your body locking down so tight around him as everything implodes inside you again.
You feel his ragged grunt in your ear as he drives up into your cunt, burying himself so deep that his thighs meet the back of yours as he cums inside you. His grunting turns into low breathy moans that make him sound so wonderfully, so beautifully pathetic as his release coats your insides.
Cormac’s hips come to a halt and he brings his muscular arms around your shoulder blades. His biceps hold you close to his chest in a tight embrace as his cum leaks out of you onto your bedsheets. Post-orgasmic bliss flows between you - you feel the rise and fall of his chest in time with yours. Every inhale and exhale seems to pass between you like the tide rolling over sand.
Lying here on top of him, you realise your legs are aching from working them so hard. You softly kiss his bitten neck and he pulls out of you so you can climb off of him, rolling onto your back to lie next to him on your pillows and staring at the ceiling, letting your heart rate decrease again.
He turns on his side and props himself up on his elbow to look down at you.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” says Cormac tracing his fingertips across your chest and down the curve of your waist. It tickles pleasantly.
“Naked?” You laugh.
“That too,” he grins. “Just… comfortable. Not sneaking around under the stands or freezing cold on a blanket.”
“For the record, I enjoyed both of those things.” You reach up to cup his handsome face and you feel the scratchy texture of his chin when he kisses your palm. “But you’re right. This is nice. Maybe living with you won’t be that bad.”
“You should bring this,” he says, picking up your vibrator and looking at it interestedly. “Is the other muggle stuff you were going to show me as good as this?”
“That depends… have you ever had vodka?”
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You and McLaggen sit on your bed listening to music. Your head rests on his lap as you read Quidditch Through The Ages while he flicks through your copy of Rolling Stone, frequently asking questions.
He lifts his head, listening to Oasis playing on your CD player.
“Is all muggle music just about other people?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like are they all just love songs?”
You lower your book to look up at him from his lap. “I’ve never really thought about it. I guess all the good ones are.”
“Hmm.” He flips a page of your magazine nonchalantly. “It’s kind of cheesy.”
“Oh sorry, it’s not extremely cool like wizard music. All your stuff is about goblins and ghouls.”
“It is not.”
“Name a Weird Sisters track that doesn’t have a reference to magical creatures.”
He pauses, stumped.
You hear the front door unlock. “That’ll be my dad home,” you say, without looking up. Your head hits the mattress with a thud as McLaggen springs to his feet and runs a hand through his hair nervously. “It’s fine. He’s nice,” you say, putting your book down.
“Has he ever met one of your boyfriends or girlfriends before?”
“Er, no.”
“It’s different. Trust me.”
There’s a knock at your bedroom door and a pause.
“Come in,” you call.
“Alright, hen?” asks your dad and you nod. He looks at Cormac who’s standing in the middle of the room uncertainly. “You must be McLaggen.”
McLaggen extends his hand. “It’s good to meet you, Mr -”
“Nope, none of that,” says your dad, grasping his hand and releasing it quickly. He insists McLaggen calls him by his first name. “Look, your mum is working late. Do you fancy a kickabout before dinner? Both of you.” He adds to McLaggen.
“Dad -”
“Yeah, I’m up for that,” says McLaggen, slightly too enthusiastically and you roll your eyes.
God, he’s such a suck-up.
“Right, get your stuff. Let’s go.”
You groan when your dad shuts the door. “You idiot - you’ve got no idea what you’ve just agreed to.”
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The three of you walk to the deserted park and you pull on your goalkeeper gloves as you approach the rusty old goals.
“Dad, McLaggen’s never even kicked a ball before.”
“Yeah, I have. I’m just usually mid-air, that’s all.”
“It’s a piece of piss,” says your dad, setting himself up to take a penalty as you find your line on the goal. “Plant your left foot, kick with your right, right through your laces.”
Your dad kicks the ball - you misjudge it and he scores as the ball speeds right past your feet into the net.
“How many times have I told you to practice those bottom corners?”
“There’s no ‘bottom corners’ in Quidditch. And that’s what I should be practising right now.”
“That’s not strictly true,” McLaggen pipes up. “The ball can always go in low if the Chaser’s coming from above.”
“Can you stop contradicting me for one second?” You ask, passing the ball back to your dad.
“Big mistake, lad. You can’t argue with her - she’s always right,” laughs your dad and McLaggen smirks.
You narrow your eyes, shooting daggers at them.
“Here.” Your dad passes the ball to McLaggen. “Give it a go.”
He attempts a penalty and you watch the ball soar over the goal and land miles away. You do a quick check for any muggles and pull out your wand.
“Accio ball.”
It zooms back over to you and you knock it back to McLaggen. He kicks it again and you catch it mid-air.
“Better!”
Your dad looks unimpressed but he and McLaggen continue taking turns trying to score. Your dad gets a few more past you but McLaggen gets zero, occasionally sending the ball so far it needs to be summoned back again.
“Right, I’m burst. One of you go in,” you say, stripping off your gloves.
“Yeah, go on then,” says McLaggen, jogging over and taking them from you. “Can see if it’s as easy as you make it look.” He grins.
“Just wait.”
Your dad lines up to take a penalty but you nudge him out of the way to take the first shot. “Don’t be too hard on him,” you say under your breath and he tuts.
You punt an easy shot McLaggen’s way and he catches it. “I can send it back with my hands if I’m the keeper, right?” He asks.
Your dad nods and McLaggen rolls it with precision so it stops right at his feet. Your dad blinks down at it a few times, clearly surprised by the accuracy.
“Don’t go easy on me this time,” he calls to your dad who pulls his shoulders back, ready for the challenge.
He kicks it with incredible force into the top corner and McLaggen saves it, catching it in his hands before rolling it back again.
“This is just typical,” you scoff and look at your dad who looks stunned. “He’s good at everything.”
With every shot, your dad seems to perk up. He’s practically beaming when McLaggen dives and manages to knock a shot away with his fingertips.
“This is great!” McLaggen says, getting to his feet with a smile. “Solid ground. Nowhere to fall.”
Your dad has a funny look on his face.
“You alright?” You ask.
“Yeah…” He clears his throat. “Right, one more or your mum will batter us.”
He shoots, curving the ball towards the goal. Easily his best strike all evening and McLaggen saves it again with ease. He smiles as he runs back over holding the ball.
“Excellent. We should do this again tomorrow,” says McLaggen.
You look at your dad and you think you know what the funny look is. You think he’s in love.
“That was some effort, lad. Are you going pro with Quidditch too?” Your dad asks as you start walking back to the flat, suddenly interested in McLaggen now he knows he can save a ball.
“Ah, no. I’m not as good as your daughter.” He says, actually sounding modest for a change. “I’ve got a job lined up at our Ministry with my dad - Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
“What, like in an office?”
McLaggen nods.
“What a waste.”
“Dad, don’t be rude -“
“Och, you know I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that a big strapping lad like yourself was made to be a goalie. If this one wasn’t so bloody intent on moving down south -“ He gives you a stern look. “I’d be trying to get you on my team. Christ, you’re better than the dozy bastard I’ve got in goals and he’s been playing all his life.”
“That’s very kind of you to -“
“Look, there’s nothing kind about it. You’re my daughter's boyfriend and I’ve got no interest in flattering you. You’ve got talent, son.”
“Thanks.”
“I still don’t understand why you can’t just live here and just - pop! Go to Wales and come back every day.”
“Dad, I’ve told you. You can’t apparate that distance twice a day. It’s dangerous.”
“What about once a week? No chance you could pop up from Surrey every weekend to play football up here?” He asks McLaggen.
“Don’t humour him, McLaggen. Dad, he’s not going to drop everything to be a keeper for your team.”
“Well, you should think about it. You’re only eighteen - plenty of time to go pro. I mean look at her - she learned Quidditch in a couple of years.”
“You’re not seriously trying to get him to become a professional footballer after one kickabout.”
By the time you get to the flat, you’ve had to stop him from changing the conversation back to convincing you and McLaggen to move to Scotland several times.
“Oh my god,” says your mum when she hears you coming up the stairs and opens the door. “You never told us he was handsome.”
“You didn’t? I’m sure you said that’s my only redeeming quality.” The corners of McLaggens mouth twitch slightly when he sees you roll your eyes.
This makes your mum laugh - a bit too hard. Your dad doesn’t even seem to notice. You’re surprised he hasn’t started giggling too.
After dinner, most of which was spent with your dad plying McLaggen with beer and telling him all about the inner workings of the Scottish Premiership league table while your mum asked him a million questions and giggled like a schoolgirl, you drag him to your bedroom.
You shut your door behind you and lean against it with a sigh.
“Sorry about that.” You shake your head. “Somehow that was worse than them not liking you.”
He shrugs. “I keep telling you, I’m extremely loveable.”
“Shut up.” You sit on the bed and toss a cushion at him. “Honestly, I think my dad would like a new a son in law. And my mum. God, I think my mum would quite like a new boyfriend the way she was going on.”
He shrugs. “They’re just being nice. It almost made me forget what things were like back in the wizarding world.”
“How bad is it? I can’t bear to look at The Prophet.”
“It’s getting worse. My dad has been working late and when I do see him, he looks terrible. My mum’s just anxious all the time... I should probably write to them and let her know I’m okay here. Can I use your owl?”
He sits down at your makeup table and writes a quick note to his mum and dad.
“I sort of wish we could just stay here,” he looks up as he folds the parchment.
“What? Like in the muggle world?”
“Yeah, I mean the sex is good, music is decent, football is… actually really good.”
“Sex is good and football is ‘really good’?”
“You know what I mean.”
“You should stay here with my dad. Start a new life as a muggle footballer.” McLaggen gives you a small smile and looks down at the parchment, turning it in his hands. “So what does your dad do at Department for Magical Law Enforcement? Does he like, manage the Aurors or something?”
“No, he writes legislation, lobbies to get it through the Ministry - that kind of thing.”
“And you’re going to be doing that too?” McLaggen nods. “God help us all then. Cormac McLaggen writing the laws that shape the fabric of wizarding society.”
“First thing I’ll be doing is making the use of Incendio punishable by ten years in Azkaban.”
“Hopefully your dad likes me as much as my dad likes you. It would be handy to have someone high up in the Ministry to bust me out when you put me behind bars.”
He laughs which turns into a yawn. “Where am I sleeping, by the way?”
You look at him sceptically. “Er, here?”
“And your parents are alright with that?”
“Yeah?”
“Just to warn you, mine won’t be. They’ll want us in separate rooms.”
“Better make the most of it then,” you smile, pulling your top off and finding your cutest pyjamas in your bedside drawer. You don’t get the chance to put them on before McLaggen’s lips find yours.
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The next two weeks fly by in a blur - between Quidditch practice in a secluded field away from the outskirts of the city, McLaggen insisting on teaching you defensive spells and your dad dragging you both out to the park every night to play football you feel a lot more prepared for both your Holyhead Harpies tryouts and whatever going back to the wizarding world will bring.
On Saturday morning, as you and McLaggen pack your things getting ready to leave, there’s a knock at your bedroom door.
“Are you decent?” Comes your dad’s voice.
You roll your eyes. “Yes, come in.”
“You feeling ready, hen?”
“As I’ll ever be,” you say, bracingly, holding your broom upright.
He looks at you, glowing with pride. “They’ll be lucky to have you.”
You nod, nerves swirling in the pit of your stomach. Today’s the day.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come back here after?”
“We promised McLaggen’s parents we’d visit them. I’ll keep in touch though. I’ll send you an owl when I find out if they’re signing me.”
“And I don’t suppose you’ve decided you want a career in Scottish football, after all?”
McLaggen grins. He and your dad have been getting on so well - mostly due to the fact McLaggen’s only been getting better and better at football. “I wish. My dad would kill me if I turned down the ministry job.”
“Well, you’re welcome in our house any time, son.”
You sling your bag over your shoulder and kiss your dad on the cheek goodbye.
“We’ll visit when the football season starts. McLaggen was just telling me he wants to come to one of your games.”
Your dad has that funny look again on his face. McLaggen reaches out to shake his hand but instead, your dad pulls him into a hug. “A waste. A bloody waste,” he sobs.
McLaggen looks at you over your dad’s shoulder slightly bemused and pats his back.
“Dad?” You interrupt. He pulls away, wiping his eyes. “Right, tell mum I love her and I’ll see you both soon.”
“Alright, hen. Keep her safe for me. She’s precious cargo,” he adds and McLaggen nods solemnly.
He shuts your bedroom door and you take McLaggen’s hand, ready to apparate to Holy Island.
“I think he’s going to miss you more than he’ll miss me,” you laugh.
You think hard about your destination and with a crack like a whip, the pair of you vanish from your childhood bedroom.
Chapter 11: Blood Traitor
#cormac mclaggen x female reader#cormac mclaggen#cormac mclaggen x reader#ravenclaw#ravenclaw fanfiction#smut#fanfic#harry potter and the half blood prince#harry potter fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#freddie stroma
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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.
Requests - open
Request rules :
I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.
The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.
I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.
I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.
I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.
I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !
Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !
Characters I will write for !
Hazbin hotel :
Chalie
Vaggie
Alastor
Angel Dust
Husk
Sir Pentious
Cherry Bomb
Rosie
The overlords (expect Valentino)
Lucifer
Lute
Adam (probably)
Mimzy (probably)
Katie Killjoy
Tom Trench
Ships I accept :
Charlie x Vaggie
Husk x Angel Dust
Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)
Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb
Carmila and Zestrial
Creepypasta :
Jeff the killer
Ben Drowned
Homicidal Liu
Bloody Painter
Ticci-Toby (probably)
Jason the toymaker
Candy Pop
Eyeless Jack
Hobo Heart
The puppeteer (maybe)
Kagekao
Laughing Jack
Nathan the nobody
Jane the Killer
Nina the killer (both versions)
Rogue
Kate the chaser
Nurse Ann
Suicide Sadie
Judge Angels
Clockwork
Zero
Lulu
Laughing Jill
Nemesis
Ships I accept :
Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)
Kagekao x Suicide Sadie
Bloody Painter x Judge Angels
Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley
(other you can suggest)
Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :
Clawdeen Wolf
Draculaura Vike
Frankie Stein
Cleo de Nile
Lagoona Blue
Ghoulia Yelps
Abby Bominable
Jinafire Long
Iris Clops
Operetta
Robecca Steam
Rochelle Goyle
Scarah Screams
Skelita Calaveras
Spectra Vondergeist
Toralei Stripe
Purrsephone and Meowlody
Twyla Boogeyman
Venus McFlytrap
Marisol Coxi
C.A. Cupid
Casta Fierce
Elissabat
Clawdia Wolf
Viperine Gorgon
Deuce Gorgon
Clawd Wolf
Heath Burns
Holt Hyde
Invisi Billie
Jackson Jekyll
Neighthan Rot
Garrot du Roque
Kieran Valentine
Manny Taur
Ships I accept :
Clawdeen x Draculaura
Clawd x Draculaura
Cleo x Deuce
Abby x Heath
Ghoulia x Sloman
Frankie x Jackson
Spectra x Porter
Rochelle x Garrot
Scarah x Billie
Iris x Manny
Harry Potter :
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Fred and George Weasley
Percy Weasley
Alicia Spinnet
Lavender Brown
Parvati Patil
Dean Thomas
Neville Longbottom
Ginny Weasley
Lee Jordan
Angelina Johnson
Blaise Zabini
Pansy Parkinson
Tom Riddle
Theodore Nott
Daphne Greenglass
Millicent Bulstrode
Cho Chang
Padma Patil
Luna Lovegood
Marietta Edgecombe
Penelope Clearwater
Michael Corner
Hannah Abbott
Susan Bones
Cedric Diggory
Ships I accept :
Harry x Ginny
Ron x Hermione
Neville x Luna
Molly x Arthur Weasley
Bill x Fleur
Draco x Astoria
Angelina x Alicia
Teen Titans :
Robin (Dick Grayson)
Starfire
Raven
Beast Boy
Cyborg
Bumblebee
Blackfire
Terra
Madame Rogue
Chesire
Punk Rocket
Ships I accept :
Robin x Starfire
Raven x Beast Boy
Jinx x Kid Flash
This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.
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having a hard time working on i slam the door and i'm on my way rn because i actually dislike writing angst lol. not going to stop updating ofc but updates will be sporattic like i said, even if the first few chapters had a weekly update schedule (i updated pretty much every weekend)
anyways, i thought i'd do quick intros to all the fics i have in the works (+ a re intro to istdaiomw for anyone who doesn't know what it is)
teen and up | no archive warnings apply | multiple relationships | incomplete
a jegulus-centered fic with background sirius x remus and lily x evan x barty. might (probably will) also have dorlene.
takes place during the war and follows multiple povs (so far james, regulus, and - soon - evan). basically just a what-if if regulus ran away from his family and joined james & sirius at the potters'.
you can find this fic here!
teen and up | no archive warnings apply | multiple relationships | not yet published (or written 💀)
the next wip on this list is troublemakers, which is something i've had in the back of my mind for a while now. originally it centered around lily, rose, and my oc lucy, but i recently i decided to change it so the two povs are lucy and albus's.
basically, it follows (or will follow) albus, the only slytherin in his immediate family, who feels overshadowed by his famous siblings and his friends, who two of which have just become prefects. the fic will show him reconnecting with his family and basically carving out a niche for himself (and will have scorbus)
it will also follow my oc, lucy weasley-wood. she often feels like the laughingstock of her family - like albus, overshadowed by her friends and cousins: confident lily and smart rose. this fic will show her also carving out a niche for herself and might have some romance between her and another oc of mine, a deamus child named henry :)
basically just a dual pov fic about two cousins finding themselves
teen and up | character death | multiple relationships | also unpublished & not yet written
a place called home is the name of the series rewrite i'm currently plotting and i love it sm honestly lol
this rewrite would be very headcanony and would be harry's pov. basically, in this world harry was adopted and raised by the lovegood family and is the older brother of luna. also, pandora doesn't die. xenophilius is lucius malfoy's disowned older brother so luna, harry, and draco are cousins.
the main crew in this fic would be harry, hermione, blaise, and pansy with quite a bit of draco and some luna. harry, pansy, and draco are slytherins while hermione, blaise, and luna are ravenclaws.
(this fic will/would have pretty heavy ron bashing for most of it but he gets a redemption arc i promise ;-; not like we really get to see it but yknow i tried)
the focus of this fic is friendship, so no one in the main crew is dating, but the endgame ships are harry x cedric, hermione x cho, and draco x blaise. pansy... she's just there. oh yeah and nuna
there's also background percy x oliver, dean x seamus, lavender x parvati, and sirius x remus. would also have a shorter side story following percy and his friends which i'll talk about next
mature | graphic depictions of violence | m/m | not published or written
so this story was originally made as a story to accompany a place called home, but it could (and might) be published by itself. it follows the story of a slytherin percy weasley through his years at hogwarts & during the war alongside his best friends penelope clearwater, oliver wood, and marcus flint. it would show percy's side of a place called home.
though this fic originally started as purely funny "haha percy and his friends are trying to keep harry alive at school" i honestly think it will be one of if not the darkest of these wips lol. sure there will also be violence in apch and istdaiomw but this is the only fic with super graphic descriptions of any violence bc percy... let's just say bro goes through some stuff.
the title is the name of a spell made by percy that is pretty important both in this fic and in a place called home :) i won't say what it's for but it mixes two latin words meaning show/reveal and secret.
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so yeah, this is a basic idea of the bigger things i have in the works right now. as for things on the smaller side, i'm actively working on developing a sequel to my oneshot if you stayed as well as working on an evan pov muggle au with rosekiller & jegulus. might post more on those later :)
#hp fandom#harry potter fandom#harry potter#hp#hp fanfic#fic: i slam the door and i'm on my way#wip intros#james potter#regulus black#percy weasley#hermione granger#luna lovegood#draco malfoy#jegulus#perciver#marauders era
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ginny x lee jordan
harry x terry boot
romilda vane x cormac mclaggen
parvati x theo nott
ginny x cho chang
ron x cedric
hermione x angelina johnson
cheers for this one, anon - a lovely little selection of ships
lee jordan/ginny weasley
ginny spends bill and fleur's wedding dancing with lee, she undoubtedly likes a man with great patter, and she'd undoubtedly find it funny that it would annoy fred and george so much. it's a yes.
terry boot/harry potter
i back this purely on the basis that terry is a top shagger's name, as those of us who saw series two of love island can attest.
cormac mclaggen/romilda vane
yes, absolutely. immaculate "all your friends saying i'm not coming if she's bringing cormac" vibes, right up until the wedding and divorce.
theo nott/parvati patil
parvati can't see thestrals and she can't see someone this mid.
cho chang/ginny weasley
that quidditch final - cho bursting into tears when ginny snatches the snitch from under her nose - is an enemies-to-lovers concept for the ages, as is the fact that cho can fully humble ginny by demonstrating what it's like to not embarrass everyone by simping for harry to the detriment of your own characterisation.
cedric diggory/ron weasley
imagine harry's reaction. the bi panic would give him an aneurysm.
hermione granger/angelina johnson
yeah why not - angelina is canonically the perfect combo of bolshy and straight-to-the-point, so i reckon she'd love bickering constantly [hermione's love-language].
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I have vague ideas for Harry x Luna fics, but nothing concrete. But I know I'd like to come up with an alternate way they could meet pre-Order of the Phoenix...just thinking about it on the spot, I feel like they'd be pretty likely to run into each other wandering around the castle at night (because you can't tell me that girl isn't a midnight rambler, lol). I'd really love for them to meet in Chamber of Secrets, because Luna would of course 100% believe Harry wasn't the Heir of Slytherin, and he sorely needed people in his corner during that book.
Alternately (or maybe even additionally, it's not like these two things don't work together), having a fake dating scenario in Goblet of Fire or Order of the Phoenix where Harry takes her to Hogsmeade or a Quidditch game once or twice to try to make Cho jealous would be hilarious. It wouldn't work, of course, and to top it all off, Luna lets him know partway through the date that she knows exactly what he's up to, doesn't mind at all, and even tries to help him make it look convincing. She doesn't succeed very well, but they end up having a very good time trying to look like a convincing couple and Harry is left very confused.
It also could be fun to have a scenario in which Ginny suggests Luna as someone who might be willing to be his date to the Yule Ball, and he goes with her instead of Parvati. Could be cute...
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Common Room
Masterlist
author note: do not get used to me posting every day just because this is my third day doing it lmao.
Ginny Weasley x ravenclaw!fem!reader
word count: 731
warning(s): smut, clit stimulation, like 1 curse word, hint of exhibitionism, public not sex, not proofread as always
“Cho, either tell Cedric you like him or shut up.” I say to her, making sure to put extra emphasis on the “up”.
For the past hour I have endured Cho talk about Diggory like he doesn’t stare at her all the fucking time. She’s my best friend and I love her, but if I have to hear his name one more time today I might just kill her.
“Hey babe.” How the fuck-
I turn around and see Ginny walking toward me and Cho.
“Not that I don’t love seeing you, but how did you get in here? You’re shit at riddles.” I say with a smile pulling in the corners of my mouth.
“When there’s a will, there’s a way.” She smiles back as she walk around the couch and straddles my lap.
“Mhm, now how did you REALLY get in here?” I ask while putting my hands on her hips.
“I’ll have you know I was able to answer it all by myself. Did you not want to see me? Why all the questions?”
I kiss her pout as I know she’s just being dramatic as usual.
“I always wanna see you love. How are you today?”
Before she can respond I see Cho get up in the corner of my eye.
“As disgustingly cute as y’all are, I’m gonna go to the library.”
“We have one behind the book shelf?” I say to her with my eyebrow lifted.
“Yes, but the other one might have Cedric in it. Bye!”
With that she walks out the common room leaving just me and Ginny.
She goes in to how her day is going, but I find myself unable to focus on her words. Her lips look especially soft today. Just pink and plump. Her closeness is making my heart race. My index finger finds its way to her bottom lip and I just slowly run it across.
I hear her breath slightly hitch at the action.
I move my hand down to the side of her neck and place a light kiss on the other side.
“Keep talking for me baby.” I tell her before continuing my assault on her neck.
The hand that’s not on her neck I trail down, tracing her clavicle until I reach her cleavage. Her bra is peaking out of her button down, but I know she’d be embarrassed if someone walked in and caught my lips around her nipples, so I just trace the outline before moving down to under her skirt.
“And then- fuck. And then Parvati told Millicent that I would let her copy the homework when I clearly told her-“ She pauses as I run my thumb through her slick up to her clit.
“Keep talking and I’ll keep going, stop talking and I stop.” I say to her while looking up at her waiting to see her eyes.
“Color?” I ask when she finally opens her eyes.
“Green.” She responds before going back to talking about her day.
Her hips start to grind on me, seeking more friction. I feel myself getting wet at her movements.
Her words drown out as I focus more on her body. Her hip movement becoming more sporadic as I circle her faster.
The common room door opens and Ginny’s hips halt movement but I keep going.
“What are you doing?” She whisper yells while looking at me startled.
I take my free hand and raise my index finger to my lips to tell her to keep quiet.
“He asked me out! I was in the Courtyard and Cedric asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him this weekend!”
“That’s great! Does that mean you’re gonna shut up about him now?” I ask Cho as she sits down on the opposing couch.
“No. Okay, so I was sitting by the fountain-“
Cho starts but I can tell by the way Ginny is clutching my arm that she’s close.
“Cum.” I say loud enough for only me and her to hear. She shudders, but Cho is too deep into her story to notice.
“Do you think you think he’ll ask me to the Yule Ball?” Cho turns to ask me.
“You know what, I’ll pay him to so you guys can hurry up and get together,” I say to which she rolls her eyes and continues going on about Cedric as I rub Ginny’s back.
#ginny weasley x you#ginny weasley x fem!reader#ginny weasley x reader#ginny weasley x y/n#ravenclaw!reader#ravenclaw reader#harry potter smut#ginny weasley smut
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Crack ship list:
Ryomen Sukuna X Cinderella
Kento Nanami X Tiana La Bouff
Wan Shi Tong X Professor Zei
Emerald X Adam
Yondu X 2018!Mary Poppins
Captain America X Wonder Woman
Cho Chang X Parvati Patil
Hermione X Padma Patil
Lucy Ricardo X John Constantine
Tomoki X Raiden Ei
#genshin impact#sakuna x cinderella#jjk#nanami x tiana#raiden ei x tomoki#ALTA#wan shi tong#professor zei#marvel#guardians of the galaxy#yondu udonta#mary poppins#disney#disney tiana#disney cinderella#jjk sakuna#jjk nanami#harry potter#hermione granger#cho chang#captain america#dcu#wonder woman#john constantine#i love lucy#lucy ricardo#rwby#rwby adam#rwby emerald#crack ships
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Noble | Harry J. Potter
Noble | Harry J. Potter
https://ift.tt/eojysQJ
by en_la70s
❛ In the echoes of history, truth lies hidden,
In the hearts of the brave, love is written.
Two souls, entwined by fate and love,
In the face of darkness, they rise above.❜
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Brietta Astor and Harry Potter are forced in fates hand. Their love is absolute. But whether history repeats itself, for better or worse, is what remains unknown.
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(harry potter x fem!oc)
Years 4-7
Words: 13293, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Original Male Character(s) of Color, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Dobby (Harry Potter), Remus Lupin, Teddy Lupin, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Cedric Diggory, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour
Relationships: Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Slow Burn, The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Original Character(s), Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Needs Therapy, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Battle of Hogwarts, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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April 24, 2024 at 05:04AM
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The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica
So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.
Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.
Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira
Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai
Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain
DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman
Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr
Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain
Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth
Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black
Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel
My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)
Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki
Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran
One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro
Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri
RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus
Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen
Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig
Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane
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