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enigmaticemperor · 1 year

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Ron is the biggest Hinny shipper, and I stand by it.

Prompt #15 of @hinnyfest: "Who says we can't get married now?"

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"I would bloody destroy you!" Ron shouted.

All three of them were heavily drunk. It was Percy's engagement party, and Harry, Ginny, and Ron couldn't bear Percy shouting one more time at them because the flower vases weren't exactly at the centre of the table or something like that. Also, the songs were dreadful.

"Oh, yeah? I would crush you to pieces!" Ginny countered.

Hermione left early with her parents. And now, the three of them were at the Burrow's dinner table.

"No fucking way!"

Ginny and Ron were arguing. About what, Harry had long forgotten.

"I'll beat you so bloody bad that you won't get out of bed for days!"

Harry downed the rest of the firewhiskey and slammed the bottle down on the table, startling both of them.

"Ask Harry!" Ginny told Ron.

Ron nodded vigorously and asked, "So, who do you reckon, Harry?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to tell them he wasn't following their shouting match.

Ginny saw his confused look and explained in a far sweeter tone than she used on Ron, "Ron and I are arguing about who knows you better. Tell him that it's me, Harry." She looked at him expectantly with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Like hell it is!" Ron slammed a fist on the table, looking at Harry. "He's my best friend!"

"And he's my fiancé!"

Harry was sure they knew him almost the same amount, though Ginny might have an edge.

"Ok, how old was he when he first had ice cream?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny with determination.

Ginny's expression matched her brother's. "Seven. You have to be better than that, Ron."

Chocolate, he thought fondly. Charles from school was always friendly to him. On his birthday, Charles’ parents brought ice cream to school, and Charles distributed it to the whole class. He remembered to give him his ice cream away from Dudley.

"What was the first thing Tonks got Harry?" She smirked, knowing that Ron wouldn't know this.

Ron smirked back, and Ginny's smile faltered. She thought he wouldn't know this. "A toy Hippogriff. Harry was three months old."

Sirius told him this. He was surprised that Tonks knew him as a baby.

Ginny's jaw dropped. "How the fuck do you know?"

"Sirius told Harry. Harry told me. What did Harry call it?"

"Giff!" She shouted back at him, frustrated.

She didn't have to think about her next question. "What does Harry think about those horrid orange posters in your bedroom?"

"He thinks they're hideous." Harry turned to Ron to try to deny it, even though he knew it was spot on.

Ron shook his head at him and said, "You're just too good to say so."

Harry relaxed back in his chair now that it was settled.

"When will Harry be made Deputy Head Auror?" Ron leaned back in his chair too. This was classified.

Ginny grinned proudly at Harry. "The first of September."

"Harry!" Ron turned on him. "That's classified!"

"Not to Ginny, it isn't," he smiled.

"It's your fault," Ron accused her playfully.

"I hate you too, Ron."

Ginny took a sip and asked, "When are we getting married?"

"December 18th."

"Nuh-uh," Ginny wagged a finger. "16th."

Harry looked at Ron apologetically. "We wanted two more days for the honeymoon. We haven't told anyone yet."

Ron grumbled that he was mad that his sister and his best friend didn't tell him, the person who was the most excited about their wedding.

"Who says we can't get married now?" He heard Harry telling Ginny.

"Yes!" He beamed.

"You just want me to be wrong," she accused.

"No," he frowned. "It's not because of that. I know you two wanted to get married since before you started dating - "

"Exaggeration," Harry and Ginny said at the same time.

He waved them off, and barrelled on, "Besides, I know you're frustrated with all the wedding planning. I'll be your witness." He reached for both of their hands and held them in his.

"That's an idea," Ginny said, after a moment.

Before their drunk selves could actually get up to go to an official, they heard Molly calling for them.

They quickly shot up, and Harry reached for the hangover potions in his pockets, Ginny charmed away the smell and cleaned the table, and Ron disposed of the bottles, and both he and Harry moved around the room to get rid of any other evidence of them drinking. Ginny moved towards one of the cupboards to make a show of searching for the cutlery that her mother had sent them for in the first place.

They did this so swiftly and in tandem that, to an onlooker, they had been practising this for years.

As Molly started scolding them for not being fast enough, Harry and Ginny thought that maybe Ron was onto something.

#hinnyfest #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #molly weasley #percy weasley #Ron is the biggest hinny shipper #They SO want to get married as soon as possible #But they want a beautiful ceremony to celebrate with everyone #romione #audrey weasley #firewhiskey #post hogwarts #potter series

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curlyy-hair-dont-care · 2 years

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@microficmay Day 15 - Fire and Ice

The man smiled at him from across the bar, glass raised in a toast. Dean smiled, taking a sip of his Firewhiskey on the rocks. The man walked over and took a seat next to him.

"You must be a broom because you just swept me off my feet."

That was so cheesy Dean couldn't help but snort. The man smiled, undeterred. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Already have one." He tilted his tumbler.

"Another one, then. On me." He signalled to the bartender, who started preparing their drinks.

"So do you have a name or can I just call you mine?" The man said as the bartender slammed the drinks on the counter.

"Is this guy bothering you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"No," Dean laughed, looking fondly at Seamus. "This dolt is my husband."

#microficmay2022 #deamus #ri writes #bar au #they are married #married flirting #silly pick up lines #fire and ice #firewhiskey #on the rocks

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skylerlovecraft · 2 years

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*Remus and Sirius watching baby Harry*

Sirius: Harry, do you want... some firewhiskey?

Remus: Sirius, he can't drink alcohol. Just put it away.

Sirius: Sure, if you say so.

Sirius: *picks up Harry and walks away*

Remus: Not the child!

#wolfstar #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #siriusxremus #harry potter #chat post #harry potter chat #gay #dead gay wizards #gay chat #padfoot #moony #baby harry #firewhiskey

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munacy · 2 years

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Okay but what song are they singing?

POV you and your fellow Marauder have worked up the courage to ask your respective crushes on the Black brothers out on a double date, only you both get really nervous and wind up getting bladdered off Firewhiskey and drunk singing. Fortunately for you, they find it endearing.

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gabriellewebb · 2 years

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Frenemies with benefits - I

This fic has mature content, don’t read if you are under 18 or if you don’t like this type of content.

Also, a small warning for non-con elements as some may interpret that way.

I- Drinking Buddies

It was late on a Friday evening. Sirius Black sat down alone in the kitchen of his house at Grimmauld Place, drinking himself into oblivion when Snape arrived —Dumbledore probably sent her there to keep an eye on him.

Sirius was grumpy by this as they both hated each other since they were kids at Hogwarts. However what the wizard hated most was how much he wanted to bury his cock inside Snape's sour count. He nurtured sexual fantasies about the dark-haired witch since the first time he learnt how to stroke himself into completion.

As Snape approached him, Sirius emptied down a shot of Firewhisky and started pouring him another glass, trying to ignore her. Of course she stayed in front of him until he acknowledged her presence, so he downed the alcohol and turned his face to glare at her.

Snape raised an unimpressed eyebrow as she silently handed to him a small vial. "Drink it, it will make you sober up," She drawled in that sexy voice of hers. Sirius remained on his seat but straightened up his spine.

"Yeah, if I'm dead I won't be drunk anymore, right?" He snarled and took another sip of the Firewhisky —straight from bottle this time.

Snape scoffed. "It's only Pepperup Potion, you stupid mutt,"

Sirius snorted, the alcohol in his blood turning him bolder than his usual self. He slapped one of his thighs. "Sit down here you bitch and I'll show you the mutt,"

Instead of being offended, Snape smirked at him. Her dark eyes had a mysterious glint.

"So rude, Black," She waved her wand and put a chair just by his side, sitting down there graciously. She crossed her beautiful long legs while leaning down closer to him. Then, unexpectedly, she put a hand high on one of his thighs and squeezed it provocatively. Sirius got hard instantly. He stared Snape with widened eyes and a gaping mouth. "I've thought you pure-bloods had some manners in front of a lady," She continued, his mind got completely blank. Snape groped his hard cock over the fabric of his trousers and Sirius' body stiffened. He met her gaze and she stared so innocently at him that for a moment he believed he was imagining things. "Is there something wrong, Black? " She leaned down even closer and whispered on his ear. "Don't tell me you're all barks and no bites?" She sucked his earlobe, sending shivers all through his body.

Sirius barked out a laugh by the absurdity of the situation. "Oh no, my love," If he was so pissed drunk that he was actually dreaming, so be it. He opened his fly and guided her hand straight into his pulsating flesh. "This dog can do much more than bite and bark!"

"Oh really?" Snape released his length from his breeches, wrapping her hand around the shaft. It had been so long that Sirius starved for the touch of a woman that he showed his full glory without the need of pumping himself once or twice. "It seems that at least you have something to be proud of," She smirked devilish at him with lustful eyes, her tongue wetting her lower lip.

Oh Snape, you naughty witch!

Sirius was horny as a teenager and that only added up at his boldness. What said a lot considering he was sorted in Gryffindor. He wrapped his cock with one hand and the other he put at the back of her head.

"I'll give you all the family jewels inside my vault if you kiss it," A promise from a drunk who had nothing to lose and too much to gain.

"Do you take me for a whore?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Yes," He enlaced his fingers along her scalp, holding the roots of her hair in a firm grip. "Today you are my whore, love," He guided her head down and she offered no resistance. Snape gave a loud kiss on the tip of his cock and his male ego almost burst in pride making his childhood enemy submit to himself like that. What money couldn't do?

Sirius asked only for a kiss, so was caught by surprise as Snape licked the head of his dick. He almost came on the spot as she started to suck him off and he cursed himself as the spell backfired against the spell caster —the humiliation he would felt for coming in just a matter of seconds inside Snape's mouth. As he peaked, he held firmly her head in a tight grip so she would swallow every drop of his. Sirius only released Snape as he heard her gulping down his seed.

Snape stared him in cold fury but with her pride unfazed by what happened. "How disappointing,"

Oh, her words hurt, but he couldn't help himself from snort at her comment. "Just give me that fucking Pepperup Potion,"

She did it and as he downed the small flask, she drank a few sips from the bottle of Firewhisky. He waited until the side-effects of the potion subsided a little and took the bottle from her hands as the steam stopped flowing out from his ears. He pulled Snape towards him so she could straddle his lap. "You are my bitch tonight, snake, and I'm not finished with you yet," Sirius kissed hungrily her mouth as he ripped the upper part of her dress open. Snape gasped against his lips and then he was sure she was very fond of his roughness so he finished the job with her clothes in the same savage way, peeling every piece from her body until she was completely bare for him in that gorgeous body of hers. It was a crime to keep all that perfection hidden under all that layers of clothing.

He kissed her jaw and her neck as his hand explored her breasts, waist and bottom. As impatient as Sirius was, it didn't take long for him to start touching her between her legs.

Snape was so drenched that it made him growl.

Sirius pulled her by the hair, making her moan. He leaned closer to her ear. "Don't tell me you were so hungry for my cock?" He didn't let her answer, he slid roughly a finger inside her, making her whimper, soon followed by a second. "You're such a bad witch, Snape," He bit the crook of her neck, more gently than not. "How long have you been wanted to be my bitch?"

"I'm not your bitch," She said in a ragged breath with defiance in her voice.

"Oh really?" He slid a third finger and watched as she opened her mouth in pleasure, calling his name.

"You told me yourself that I'm your whore," She said with a smirk tugging her lips.

He was hard again and held her firmly by the hips so he positioned her over his cock and sheathed himself slowly inside her wet pussy. He wanted to punish her for calling him 'disappointing', but first he let her adjust to his size.

They maintained a slow pace only for a short period of time, then Sirius made Snape stood up and bent her down against the kitchen table. As she was so wet and slicky for him, he fucked her as wildly as he could. She never asked him to stop, so he ravaged her body and fucked her senseless until she moaned and screamed his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The smirk on her face when he pulled her body to his after he finished was a good indicator that he wasn't so 'disappointing' as before.

The night was long and Sirius wanted to defile his hateful house as much as his stamina allowed him to. Until the early morning arrived, he was able to fuck Snape in the living room, on his bed and the most satisfactory part of his time with the witch was when he ate her pussy over the stairs under the nose of the portrait of his mother —who was utterly outraged by his actions. Snape's moans combined with the enraged screams of his mother at the background were a song to his ears. What else a man could ask for in his life?

#harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #hp fanfic #sirius black #grimmauld place #tootp au #female severus snape #snape fanfiction #sirius x snape #sirius x severus #firewhiskey

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krug3r2312 · 2 years

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Harry Potter headcanon

Remus Snape and Sirius bond over being Harry's exasperated dads.

Remus and Sirius are sitting in companiable silence, passing a bottle of fire whiskey between them when an exhausted and annoyed looking snape walks into the kitchen, snatches the bottle of whiskey from Sirius' grasp and drains the bottle in one gulp before slamming it on the table and falling into the chair across from them.

Sirius cocks an eyebrow at him and Remus study's the potions master's exasperated body language, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Harry?"

Snape groans and drops his head on the table "Harry" he confirms.

Sirius sighs, "we're gonna need another bottle of fire whiskey" he says getting to his feet.

Snape lets out another pained groan.

"Make that two" said Remus "Looks like were gonna need as much as we can get"

Sirius yawned "I'll grab the box then"

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #harry potter #remus and sirius are exasparated dads #snape too #severus snape #remus lupin #sirius black #firewhiskey #harry james potter #remus and sirius are harrys dads #headcanons #harry potter headcanon

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lqtraintracks · 7 days

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New Drunk Fic Ahoy!

I wrote for the latest edition of Firewhiskey Fic and I won a thing! Behold this incredible banner made by @unmistakablyoatmeal <3

And here's the fic:

Time to Die Live

Harry/Draco | 950-ish words | Explicit or Very Mature

Summary: Draco pulls in a club and lo and behold it’s Potter.

Prompts Used: Sex Education, Honey

Tags: Clubbing; Depression; Depressed Draco (he's not suicidal but he doesn't really care if he lives); Hopeful Ending; Some Ableist Language; Drug Use; Drinking; Brief, Past Draco/OMC; Blow Job; Anal Sex; Semi-Public Sex; POV 1st Person; POV Draco Malfoy; I Was Drunk When I Wrote This

#drarry fic #firewhiskey fic #my fic

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 5 months

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(harry potter series, nothing is different except sirius is raising harry and the story takes place in the bahamas— discuss)

#no but i just think harry would be even chiller and sassier than he already is #the triwizard tournament except everyones in the sun #hogsmeade village is now the local tourist spot #quidditch is beach volleyball #firewhiskey is now a bahama mama #the blacks and other purebloods are locals/townies

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nuatthebeach · 2 years

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omg otp asks okay: 1, 13, 17, 20, 27, & 51

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you’?

Harry to be honest. I can see this being his reasoning every time he works overtime or does anything with the intention of protecting her and his family. “I’m doing this for our family, to make the world a safer place for them. Because I love you! And I love them!” Also this dude is mega dramatic for literally anything. Whether Ginny would accept that as a valid reason to end an argument is another question entirely 🤔 . Either way, there’s always a part of her that tingles every time she hears it.

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

Intentionally, Ginny. She’d corner him when he’s either really busy doing work at home or even at the Burrow, Ministry meetings, or even at mundane places like the grocery store. She’d flip her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck, or start touching the pads of her fingers on his bicep, or lean on his side, or stare at him with the classic blazing look. Harry would pretend to ignore it but there’s no mistaking his rising blush - and when he grows older - his foot and fingers from tapping restlessly before he gives in and pushes her against the wall in some lonely corridor (just like old times) where he can really give all his attention to her, not that she didn’t have it already.

Unintentionally, Harry. He’d offer to read the book she’s reading (“you’re laughing so much, it can’t be that funny” but they both know he wants to just laugh with her), or compliment her flying skills, or gush at her witty commentary in the Prophet, or suggest he watch the kids while she goes for some much needed girl time - in which case, Ginny decides everything else can fucking wait because this hunk of a man is actually with her forever and ever and ever, and she proceeds to blow his effing mind (amongst other things) once more.

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Both do it a lot tbh, but the person who does it the most is Harry. As much of a rep Gin gets for being impulsive, when it comes to random kisses Harry takes the lead. In his eyes, she’s just so cute and small but also she’s this ball of energy and light, and when he looks upon her as she’s hexing yet another person who lowkey (high key) deserved it, he thinks back to the war and his suffering and all he can come to terms with is yes. It was worth it. She will always be. And then, boom. He snogs the angst away, and she lets him.

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

SJLAKSJSLAKSLDKAL IT IS TIME FOLKS, I HAVE OFFICIALLY COME BACK FULL CIRCLE.

Long story short (another amazing Taylor Swift song that encompasses Hinny btw), the answer would have to be Daylight by Taylor Swift. I talk about it in my very first post on tumblr here and it’s the title to my short story compilation on ao3 here.

Need convincing? Just look at these bomb lyrics that my girl TS dropped.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight.

I honestly have a whole Taylor Swift Hinny playlist that I’d be glad to share if anyone wants it.

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

Sigh. Ginny, poor thing. As a shorty myself, I figure she wouldn’t get past much. But Harry finds it cute when she drinks and she’s always doing really silly things like dancing on top of tables and making really brazen innuendos that make him grin as much as he blushes. She’d probably hit him teasingly for being a “typical noble male git” if he told her this, but he really really really enjoys taking care of her afterward, lying her down and giving her water and massaging her sore feet (because dancing is exhausting, people!) and pampering her in ways she’d roll her eyes at if she was sober.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

At first, my answer was going to be in very practical ways like doing each other’s dishes without asking for it/not their day to do it, or Harry killing the cockroach in the corner of the room without teasing her even the tiniest bit because dammit Ron may be scared of spiders but Ginny is absolutely terrified of those disgusting shitters (“Did you know cockroaches have evolved the least out of all bugs?” “Yes, Gin, you say this every single time.”)

But then I remember HBP and the intimate way they’d interact, so I actually do think they keep anniversary dates in mind (nothing too big but appreciative enough - and they definitely like experiences/traveling more than fancy dinners). And I think the way they laugh and touch each other and run fingers through the other’s hair and give massages are all very intimate expressions indeed.

Especially laughter. When Ginny makes a joke and Harry laughs, that validation is like he’s telling her he loves her 3245 times and she absolutely gushes over it.

And when Harry catches Ginny’s mischievous eyes every time someone says an inappropriate joke, he finds himself physically pressing his palm to the core of his chest from the way his heart violently wants to leap out of it.

#harry x ginny #hinny #otp asks #otp: better than firewhiskey #nice asks #thanks for the ask!#go check out the path from you by foreverginevra everyone!!#her ao3 is takearisk #I’m getting to everybody else’s asks btw ty all for actually valuing my opinion omg

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severussimp · 2 years

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War hero Snape finally gets a haircut (Cause he totally survived that snake bite he totally didn’t take his last breath saying look at me you have your mother’s eyes right?)

Drinking firewhiskey while reminiscing about his past. As a self-deprecating man, he can’t help but cringe and insult his past self.

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maesterchill · 2 years

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I recently participated in the infamous Firewhiskey Fic challenge for the first time! And I won a category! Wheee! My prize was this adorable banner made by @unmistakablyoatmeal (sdk)! Big thanks to the mods torino10154 and sdk for organising 🎃🥃

Punkie Night

(Drarry, 597 words, Teen)

Challenge prompts used: Godric's Hollow, Jack-o'-lantern, Graveyard, Nearly Headless Nick, Bewitch. Content: Mild spice, Annoyed Draco, Grumpy Draco, Halloween stuff, West Country traditions, lucky omens (too many), gratuitous use of the word 'fucking'. (Punkie Night is a traditional West Country holiday practised on the last Thursday of October in Somerset)

Summary: Draco and Harry are far from perfect people. Which somehow makes them perfect for each other. But it's Punkie Night this evening. And Draco's beginning to think he's the one who's been punked.

Read below - or on AO3!

Draco is very fucking irritated.

He stands sullenly by the window of their cottage in Godric's Hollow, looking out onto an entirely too cheery day. The sun is fucking shining. Starlings are fucking singing. There are cabbage-white butterflies flitting gaily outside the window. It's October, for fuck’s sake! He opens the window to shoo them away and the warm smell of woodsmoke comes wafting in. That won't do.

Potter, of bloody course, is still asleep—the bastard. Not only that, but he's sprawled himself right across their bed, so Draco couldn't even crawl back in if he wanted to. Which he does want to, rather badly. He won’t, though, because he's got important things to worry about. Though he does yearn a bit for the three more hours of sleep he's going to keep needing every night if Potter keeps insisting on doing that thing with his tongue that takes for-fucking-ever, but mother of fucking Merlin makes Draco just— Well anyway, Draco thinks, Potter better keep insisting on doing it. Salazar, he loves what a wild tumult this man is. His man. Loves how they clash and bicker and how they both fuck up now and then, but also how they comfort and soothe and care and how very, very fucking greedy they are for each other and how they respect and understand each other so very deeply. And gahhh…

He pulls the ring box out of his pocket, toying with the little clasp on the front. It springs open in an obnoxiously enthusiastic way, as if it just can't fucking wait one more second. The sunlight from outside glints off the gold band, sparkling brighter than a Lumos. Taunting him. Urging him.

He hears singing and looks out the window again. A group of children have started dancing around in circle on the outskirts of the graveyard holding jack-o-lanterns made from what look to be mangel-wurzels, and they're singing. At nine o’clock in the fucking morning! On a Sunday!

It's Punkie Night tonight It's Punkie Night tonight Give us a candle, give us a light If you haven't a candle, a Knut's alright

They're all dressed up in costumes, he can see one is a skeleton, one lad has cleverly managed to dress as Nearly Headless Nick, bloodied ruff and all, one girl is in full Auror regalia, and one child is just in a large black raggedy cloth which he assumes is supposed to be a Dementor. That takes him back. He’d spent ages making those sodding costumes in third year.

He almost chuckles, but he grits his teeth against it. It's all too appallingly cute—he can barely stand it.

A cat, black as obsidian, pops out of the hedge at the left of the front garden, swivels its ears, looks up at the window, and then slinks across to the right, disappearing behind a bin. Draco wants to scream at the barefaced omen of it. What next, will a rainbow appear in the sky? A four-leafed fucking clover flutter onto the windowsill?

He looks back to Potter, spread-eagled on the bed with his pyjama bottoms on inside out, hair an absolute tangled mess, looking more adorable than he really has a right to.

He feels set up, as if someone’s bewitched the day to be fucking flawless. Because it really is the perfect moment. Portentous, you might say.

Harumphing, Draco picks up his wand and clomps to the kitchen to make a strong coffee.

He obviously can't propose now.

It’s just too sickeningly perfect. And anything this perfect just would not be them.

#drarry #drarry fic #firewhiskey fic #maesterchill writes

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shadowtriovibes · 9 months

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good morning anon with the friends-to-lovers request!! technically i’m closed to requests right now but i think your idea is really sweet and i will get to it once i wrap up a few requests i’ve been sitting on for a while 😅

#btw where there’s smoke there’s firewhiskey part II should go up tonight 👀#unless work destroys my life which is highly possible

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its-a-ittle-bit-cold · 1 year

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Enigma part three

James Potter x reader

Enigma

the hard floor presses into your back. You press your weakened hands into it, but a heavy foot stomps you back down.

“stay down girl,” A rough voice growls. You don’t belong here.”

you don’t belong here.

you don’t belong.

There’s a weak flash of light and a thrashing pain on your back. You scream, your sticky skin suctioning to the floor. Tears run down your bruised cheeks.

you don’t belong here.

You wake up in a hot flash. Deep breaths pulsing from your chest. You cover your mouth to keep from waking the other girls with your sobs. You grab your robe and tiptoe out of the room. You close the door with a simple silencing charm.

The common room is empty, but the fire is crackling away as normal. You set down in front, staring into the bright orange.

“What do i do?” you whisper into the flames. “I need you here.”

“Flooing someone?”

Remus silently descends the rest of the boy’s staircase. His eyes are shadowed over and the long scar on his face glints white in the firelight. His thin face and exhausted face is made even gaunter in the dim light.

“No.” You sniff and wipe your nose on your sleeve. “No. I just… saying what i wish u could, i guess.”

Remus nods sagely and sits on the pillowy armchair closest to the fire.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?”

his face flashes fearful and then back to neutral.

“nasty cold.”

“Relax, Remus. I can feel it.”

Remus leans forward.

“What, now?”

“I can feel the wolf. It’s okay. I know what it’s like to feel like a monster.”

You stare back into the hearth. Remus is completely silent.

“James, Sirius and Peter know?”

Remus says nothing. You turn around. He has gone even paler. You run through your astrology chart in your head. The full moon is tomorrow, meaning Remus is completely in such pain that he couldn’t sleep.

You shuffle over to him, sitting against the feet of the chair.

“Can I have your hand?”

His scarred, red and shaky hand reaches out to you. You tentatively take hold of it. The cold skin shocks you, under all his sweaters, in the light of the fire, Remus is still completely frigid.

You close your eyes. The familiar feeling of pure magic coursing under your skin brings you back to easier times. Times when you didn’t need to hide.

Times before.

This is after.

Remus has fallen asleep by the time you reopen your eyes. You stay there. holding Remus’s hand, bringing the warm magic through his tortured veins.

In the morning, you wake up lightheaded on the common room floor. Remus has drifted back upstairs, you assume to prepare for the long night ahead. You crack out your neck kinks and sigh. You aren’t used to using such wand less magic yet. A whole night of it might have been a little much.

Yawning, you stand up, limbs sore. It is the first hogsmeade weekend and Lily has invited you out with Marlene Mckinnon, and so you hurry up the stairs and change quickly into your casual wear - muggle clothes, a sweater and jeans - under your winter robe.

You grab your gloves and hat and trot down to the great hall, taking the stairs two at a time. Wobbling in the last one. you stagger to the side, pressing your shoulder to the wall, trying to recenter.

What was it that you used to do? you can’t remember.

You hustle into the dining hall, where Lily waves you over to her group of friends, on that you alternate sitting with - them and the Marauders, as you’ve heard them call themselves.

You scarf down your bereal fast and all of you hurry down to the main courtyard where Mcgonagall is checking you all in.

“Ah, miss (y/l/n). You have permission, of course, only you must comply to the prerequisite restrictions, of course.”

“Of course, professor.”

mcgonagall checks the other girls through. Lily leans down and whispers in you ear, “prerequisite restrictions?”

You sigh.

“It’s a long story. There was a series of misfortunes when I used to run off during city visits.”

“Huh,” Marlene - Marley - says. She is carrying a bag of clothes for hemming, including a long robe in Gryffindor colors.

“quidditch?” You ask excitedly. You have always loved flying. “I love quidditch! In America the school has a more violent, boring version.”

Marlene nods knowingly. “Sounds very American.”

You grin. Lily rolls her eyes teasingly, never being one to like quidditch.

“You should try out for the team,” Marley tells you. “Tomorrow is when James is holding tryouts.”

“I might, actually.”

You had been a chaser on the old team, and you had the scars to prove it. You can still feel the splitting pain of when the bone ruptured through your skin after you got knocked to the ground and hit five other players on the way.

The two of you talk rapidly about Quidditch - Marley is a beater, and from lily’s input, a damn good one.

“(Y/n)!” James hurtles down the stairs and skids to a stop next to you, overbalances, and you grab his arm to pull him back. With the momentary brush of his skin on your, you can feel his magic for a split second. A constant pulsing ebb of silvery magic. The memories of the moons and the forest and a worry deep in his bones - a skiddishnes. “Hey.”

You grin. “Lily, you two go ahead. This’ll be quick.”

James raises a hand and misses his ridiculous hair and gives lily and Marley a charming smile. they hurry down, complaining about the cold.

“What’s up?” you brush a leaf off his shoulder. “what was so important that you needed to nearly die on the way down?”

James directs his perfectly lopsided smile onto you. He twiddles his wand between his calloused fingers. You left yours at the school, but you long for it now.

“Remus looks good,” he says, after a long silence. You pull your hat on, chattering your teeth with the breeze.

“He didn’t last night.”

“How did you - “

You speak at the same time. James laughs, and you smile tightly.

“Give me your hand,” You order him. You take off his leather glove and press your smaller one to his palm.

“Wait…” James��s eyes light up. “Your hands are so small! How is that possible?”

He puts up his hand, obviously gesturing to compare. You press your palm to his, revealing a huge difference. He looks in wonder, and you keep your hand like that, concentrating.

You send a trickle of warmth through his hand, warming his cheeks. He drops his, and so do you.

“Wandless,” He whispers. “How is that possible?”

You slide your glove back on.

“try looking in the restricted section. We can go tonight, if you’d like.”

James’s smile falters. He sheepishly looks around, stalling an excuse.

“Tonight’s the… annual… Marauders kitchen… meeting. I can’t.”

“James.”

“Tonight is the full moon.” James rubs a hand down his face. “Remus will need all of us there.”

“He’ll hurt you,” You tell him. “He attacks humans.”

James winks.

“That’s the point, princess.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, his cheeks color red.

“I’m going to honey dukes to get his some-“ he glances around and leans in conspiratorially. -“chocolate. Sorry. Sometimes that word summons you-know-who.”

The two of you begin wordlessly down the steps to the gates. Your breath crystallizes in front of you, and when you look over at james, he’s staring at his feet, cheeks and nose pink, and glasses sliding to the end of his nose.

“Well,” You say. “Maybe you’ll see me at tryouts tomorrow, Captain.” You give him a two-fingered salute.

James waves to you, and yells something over the sudden breeze. You give him a clueless grin and turn away.

“What did he say?” Lily asks. She and marley are shivering at the bottom.

“Remus and i spent the night in the common room. He had a… rough night.”

You avoid lily’s eyes and hold onto your thumb, bouncing your clasped hands on your legs. She gives you a searching glance, but Marley disregards your silent not-conversation.

The two British girls lead you through the town, pointing out the best spots (“This is where they have the best butter beer. Hands down.” and “gotta run into Gladrags. You need to go there for dress robes before the Yule celebration.” or, “never, ever go to Madame Puddifut’s on a date. You turn and run if someone asks you there, understood?”). You and lily oooooh and ahhh over sparkling dress robes and lace accents and fancy things that neither of you would find to yourself in the situation to purchase. Marley drops off her quidditch robes after asking for hemming and to take in the waist.

The three of you shop around, you admire the shelves at Zonko’d and examine the prank stuffs with interest. Lily has a story about the Marauders involving almost every single thing in the mass prank aisle. You laugh along with her, and then mention the candy shop that James was going to hit up. They assure you that you will make your way there.

“Oh, I love Scriven’s,” you tell them, pulling Lily loosely by the scarf inside. “It’s in Magical New York!”

The smell of old parchment and dripping candle wax hits you full on. Perfectly organized quills and rolls and sheets of paper line the walls, and on the far wall, is a perch full of owls. Lily admires a huge quill while you pick out three new ones - one gold and two pitch black. Marley heads over to the owls and pets them and talks under her breath. Probably about how annoying her nerdy friends are.

You put two galleons on the table and smile at the salesman as she pulls up your change.

you and Marley go out into the breezy outdoors while lily makes her purchase, and observe the students and inhabitants milling around. A group of third years point down the road to a dilapidated house up on the hill. You swear that you can hear eerie whispers.

Marley leans over.

“The shrieking shack.” she crosses her arms. “Creepy, you know, it’s the most magically inhabited house in magical Britain.”

You inhale sharply through your teeth.

“Haunted?”

“I mean there are ghosts in hogwarts. Why not in a creepy shack on a hill?”

“Fair point.”

The bell to Scriven’s rings and the three of you are off.

You hit the major shops.

finally, near the entrance gates, you walk into heaven.

The sweet smell - chocolate and carmel, mainly, flows over you. A wonderland of prank and delicacy sweets lays before you. You split off from your two companions and walk over to peruse the huge blocks of fudge and magical floating sweets. You get one of those, and a bag of exploding bonbons. Lily gets a huge bag of Acid pops and Marley gets a candy quill.

You walk out of the cramped candy shop. Across the street, in the bar window, is James Potter, waving animatedly at you. You wave back and peek your head into the shop.

“Lils? Marley? I’m gonna head over to the three broomsticks.”

You flip your hair over one shoulder. You open the handle, shaking your hand at the cold metal of the handle, slipping into one of the doors:

Like all of the institutions on the main street of Hogsmeade, the three broomsticks is cramped, and bustling with students in hogwarts scarves and winter robes. The tables are cramped, but James has snagged one all by himself by the window in the corner. He has gotten two bottles from the counter, one for himself, one, with no one to drink from it.

You slide into the booth and put your bags against the wall.

“You look pretty lonely.” You glance into the bottle. full.

“Peter just left.” Defensive, James takes a swig of his bottle.

“What is that? Butterbeer?”

James winks.

“With a little something extra.”

You sip the full bottle. It melts over your tongue, carmelly, but with the butter aftertaste of firewhiskey. You take another long gulp.

“What did you get?”

You hand him the bag. He peruses through your purchases. You mean over the table and grab his bag, a heavier one, with…

“Dress robes?”

James grabs his bag from you, cheeks flushing.

“My mum wanted me to get a new set, seeing as mine would barely fit a twelve-year-old.”

You laugh awkwardly. James points at people in the pub, telling you stories of almost everyone and making you laugh until your friends show up, hanging their coats and joining you in the booth in the corner.

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