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He’s so obvious HDJKFNF
#tomarry#hedric#Tom Riddle#Tom Marvolo Riddle#cedric diggory#sirius black#harry potter#sirry#bottom Harry Potter#SBHP#TMRHP#CDHP#zombu7
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some of the best fanfics are 735 words long
#yall dont know what you're missing#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#fic rec#anderperry#jeric#wolfstar#newtmas#deamus#deanmus#ronarry#rarry#jjpope#hedric#jily#linny#stucky#johnlock
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I bet Emerald Fennell was thinking about this when she created the story of Saltburn
#cattonquick#saltburn#felix catton#oliver quick#jacob elordi#barry keoghan#emerald fennell#obviously cause the movie has so many references of hp#hedric#cedric diggory#harry potter#cedric x harry#felix x oliver
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surprise your darling today
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Cedric: *Holds a sign that says "Yule ball?" outside Harry's' window*
Ron: OH my God, Yes!
Cedric: *Yelling up* No, tell Harry!
Ron: Harry! I'm going to the Yule ball with your boyfriend!
#Ron likes to tease#hedric#harry x cedric#ron weasley#cedric diggory#harry potter incorrect quotes#hp incorrect quotes#incorrect harry potter quotes#incorrect hp quotes#harry potter#hp
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Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.
But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.
Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?
Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.
Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.
He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?
He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.
Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.
The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.
Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.
Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.
It doesn’t do him good.
He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.
He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.
When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.
Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.
Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.
She understands.
Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.
It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.
But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.
A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.
Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.
He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.
Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.
Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.
It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.
He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.
It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.
His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.
Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.
It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.
He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.
They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.
Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.
He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.
He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.
Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.
Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.
Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.
Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.
He just nods and lets Ron in.
Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.
He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.
He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.
He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.
It must have been his imagination.
Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.
He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.
He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.
He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.
Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.
It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.
He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.
He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.
#this ended up a lot longer than i had originally intended#sooo#but the idea struck me#now it’s 3 am help#anyways#soo writes#harry potter#harry james potter#ron weasley#ronarry#rarry#cedric diggory#hedric#cho chang#hermione granger#romione#sirius black#good godfather sirius black#albeit briefly#drabble#the gay experience#the dursleys#i could have written this better but#it is what it is#no beta#remus lupin#molly weasley#percy weasley#oliver wood#perciver
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Ever read a fanfic in a public place idk say like your maybe new psychiatrist because your last one died a day before your appointment with you and it is the only thing keeping you sane is fanfiction.
#asking for a friend#fanfic#jegulus#maraduers#harry potter#rosekiller#pipabeth#valgrace#hedric#spideypool#spideytorch#parkner#parley
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...accurate...
Teacher: Your child was in a fight.
Cedric: Oh no, that's terrible!
Harry: Did they win?
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"Drarry's a jegulus variant" this "Drarry was a second chance for Jegulus" that
ARE WE FORGETTING ABOUT CEDRIC DIGGORY???
HEDRIC(?) IS JEGULUS AND DONT EVEN DEBATE ME ON THIS.
- two Quidditch players from different houses
- rivals
- sarcastic comments x heartfelt comments
Regulus/Harry:
- abusive family
- "famous" because of their parents/family
- has a sibling figure who doesn't like them because of something they can't control (house/having magic)
James/Cedric:
- good relationship with their parents
- popular
- in love/dating another person
THANK YOU AND GOOD DAY.
#cedric diggory#harry potter#jegulus#jegulus variant#james potter#regulus black#hedric#I take it back#please debate me on this
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A belated birthday gift for @carlav-blogs , brought to you by Finish Your Fucking Fics February <3
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“Daddy!”
“Hi, baby.” Harry hoisted his daughter in his arms and kissed her cheek. “Did you have fun with Grandad and Pops today?”
“Yeah! Grandad bought me a unicorn!” Athena wiggled out of Harry’s grip and grabbed his hand. “Come see!”
“She has enough toys, Sirius,” Cedric said good-naturedly as he followed his husband and daughter into the cottage. There wasn’t any heat to his words. He knew as well as Harry that fighting Sirius on spoiling his grandkids was a losing battle.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Sirius said cheerfully from his armchair. “It isn’t a toy.”
“What do you mean, it isn’t--” Athena opened the back door, and the words dried up in Harry’s mouth. “Oh.”
“I’m gonna name her Cassiopeia,” Athena said, bounding over to the unicorn and petting her neck. “Pops helped me pick the name from one of his books.”
“Honey…” Harry trailed off. He turned to glare at his godfather, who had gotten up from the armchair and was now lounging against the open doorway to the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face. “We can’t take the unicorn home with us.”
“Why not?” Athena’s eyes were wide and imploring. “Pops says they’re really easy to take care of! An’ I’ll feed her and water her every day, an’ take her for rides, an’ - “
“Baby, we live in London, you can’t ride a unicorn in the middle of--” Harry pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “Sirius.”
“Athena,” Sirius said, dropping into a crouch and beckoning her to him. “How about we keep her at Grandad’s house?”
“Sirius!”
“You can come visit her whenever you like, and she’ll have lots of room to run. Look, she’s already making friends with Pops’ Grindylow.”
Indeed, Cassiopeia had wandered over to the pond, and was drinking from it while the Grindylow watched her.
Athena sighed. “I guess.”
“Good.” Sirius kissed her cheek. She went over to Cedric, who shot Harry a significant look before taking Athena’s hand and leading her to the Floo in the other room.
“You can’t just buy her whatever she asks for, Sirius!” Harry said as soon as they had gone.
“Of course I can. She’s not my kid.” Sirius patted his cheek. “Saying no to her is your job, Harry James.”
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lemme tell y'all something: i wouldn't be shipping this "absurd", non canonical, messy af ship if the "normal", canonical one was better
#vicbourne#kurtbastian#timkon#puckurt#hedric#batman#red robin#tim drake#dc#glee#kurt hummel#victoria#queen victoria#harry potter
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ALLHP ; who's the father LOL
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i really dont need some extravagant 100k word fanfiction with slow burns and angst
all i need is a small 1k word fic where they are sitting on the floor of their childhood bedroom with dust particles seen through the golden sun shining through the window. i need a first kiss, someone walking in unexpectedly, cracking a joke, then a sweet scene of them saying "about time 💀"
thats really all i ask for
#i've literally read two long fics 💀#they were all the young dudes and juxtaposition#although idk if i actually finished atyd#i like super short and sweet fics#wolfstar#byler#jeric#ruke#ruke jatp#deanmus#fanfic#fanfiction#writing#rarry#hedric#linny#lumax#elmax#willex#anderperry#jancy
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Multifandom Ships #4
I find annoying how in shows/movies there are straight couples that share certain scenes and people are like "Awww cute", "They look so good together" and "OMG They are a perfect couple" but if two boys/two girls share the same scene or a scene that definitely shows how much they care about each other, if you ship those two boys/two girls people are like "They are just brothers/sisters", "They are very good friends", "They don't see each other romantically".
I mean, if you insist that much in two boys/two girls having a platonic relationship with those kind of scenes then you can accept that a girl and a boy also share only a friendship having the same scenes 🤷
#anti westallen#olivarry#anti stydia#sciles#anti layden#thiam#anti hinny#ronarry#hedric#anti hiccstrid#dagcup#anti adrinette#lukadrien#kagaminette#anti starco#tomco#janstar#anti maiko#zukaang#zukka#anti naruhina#anti sasusaku#sasunaru#shikanaru#anti charles x moira#cherik
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With you I could stand by every storm.
With you I could watch every star fall.
If only you'd let me show how gently I would caress your heart...
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Madam Pomfrey: Mr. Potter, what is your type?
Harry’s dumbass: Tall, Swanky, Dashing, a bit pale and definitely with a side parted hairstyle.
Madam Pomfrey, exasperated: I meant your blood type, Mr. Potter.
#drarry#tomarry#hedric#Surely i am not the only one#who notices this#harry potter#shitpost#incorrect harry potter quotes
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