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justlemmeadoreyou · 10 days

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harry with a very pregnant y/n-headcanons

-> Harry is the ultimate doting husband when Y/N is pregnant. "Let me get that for you, love," he murmurs, jumping up to fetch her whatever she needs before she can even ask. Y/N tries to protest that she's perfectly capable, but Harry insists on waiting on her hand and foot.

-> He constantly showers her with thoughtful gifts - fresh flower bouquets, her favorite snacks and treats, cozy new maternity outfits. "These are for my two favorite people," Harry says softly, cupping her bump as he presents the offerings. Anything to make his wife feel cherished and appreciated.

-> Harry can't get enough of cradling Y/N's bump and talking or singing softly to their unborn baby. He lies with his head in her lap for hours, utterly enamored as he watches her belly ripple with kicks. "Strong one, just like your mum," he chuckles.

-> Harry is in a perpetual state of awe and wonder throughout y/n's pregnancy. He spends hours just watching her, mesmerized by the way her body is changing and nurturing their child. "You're so incredible, you know that?" he murmurs, reverently tracing the outline of her growing belly.

-> When Y/N is feeling achy and sore, Harry draws her a steamy bath filled with fragrant rose petals and flickering candles. "This is your night to relax, my love," he murmurs, gently massaging her feet and lower back after she soaks.

-> Since Y/N tires easily, Harry cheerfully takes over all the cooking duties. "What's my pregnant queen craving tonight?" he asks with a wink, happily whipping up even the most bizarre food combinations her hormones demand.

-> When y/n's ankles start swelling, Harry insists on giving her regular foot massages. He's gentle and attentive, working out the tension in her muscles with skilled, nimble fingers. "Just relax, love. Let me take care of you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her ankle.

-> With nesting instincts in full force, Y/N can't stop buying things for the baby. Harry comes home to find she's purchased hundreds of newborn onesies. "Erm…I may have gone a bit overboard," she admits sheepishly.

-> He sneaks out to buy an entire nursery's worth of plush stuffed animals after seeing how Y/N's face lights up around them. When she wanders into the newly-decorated room, she bursts into happy tears. "For our little one," Harry says gruffly.

-> In Y/N's final weeks, Harry refuses to leave her side, terrified of missing the birth of their child. "Please, let me just sleep on the floor tonight," he begs, not wanting to be separated for even a moment. His overprotective hovering is both endearing and exasperating.

-> The pure, unguarded adoration in Harry's eyes whenever he looks at his pregnant wife is enough to make anyone swoon. "You're the most incredible, strong, beautiful woman," he tells her often, cradling her face tenderly.

-> After the baby's arrival, Harry dotes on Y/N even more - keeping the house tidy, ensuring she's rested and well-fed, while also being the most loving, smitten new father. "I've got you both," he murmurs, pressing kisses to her temple and the baby's downy head. "Always."

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💞 HP Soulmates: Fated 2 Be - Masterlist 💞

We had 47 amazing works created for the fest!!! Thanks everyone for your participation and support!

These are organized by main relationship type: F/F, M/F, and M/M and within those alphabetically by pairing.

F/F

Bellatrix/Mystery Female Character

💞 [FIC] Rubies Red by Constella1103 | @solis-angelus 💞 (M, Bellatrix/Mystery Character, 3.2k)

Bellatrix Lestrange’s life impacted by two people, through her eyes. Or ~Bellatrix Black, aged eleven and the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, disgraces her family when a ruby red shield appears on her shoulder.~

Fleur/Hermione

💞 [ART] We are who we are by digthewriter | @digthewriter💞 (G, Fleur/Hermione, Digital Art)

Fleur and Hermione try to resist the pull they have toward each other.

💞 [FIC] The Choice by otterlyblued | @otterlyblued 💞 (T, Fleur/Hermione, 2.7k)

When one soulmate dies, the other begins to see them in dreams. Except it’s not just a dream, is it?

Ginny/Narcissa

💞 [FIC] Golden Script by Herochick007 | @herochicklyrrie007 💞 (T, Ginny/Narcissa, 3k)

Narcissa hates the name on her wrist, Ginny Weasley. Ginny is nowhere to be found, so she lives her life without her, but then, Ginny finally appears.

Hermione/Pansy

💞 [FIC] Only In Dreams Do I Wake by lumosatnight | @lumosatnight💞 (T, Pansy/Hermione, 1.5k)

Pansy dreams in flowers. She wakes to the feeling of leaves in her hair and twigs between her toes. It never lingers.

Lily/Narcissa

💞 [FIC] i will love you even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them by chipsnkayso💞 (E, Narcissa/Lily, 60k)

Anything your soulmate draws on their skin appears on your skin. And the universe has a really fucked up definition of “drawing.” The story follows Lily from childhood to early adulthood.

Minerva/Poppy

💞 [FIC] Of Kittens and Serpents by Trueliarose | @trueliarose 💞 (T, Minerva/Poppy, 6.2k)

Navigating a relationship as teachers can be taxing, more so if one of your students is Harry Potter.

Remus/Sirius (as women)

💞 [FIC] Betrothal, Brothers, and Bullshit by tofeycat | @aspiring-artist-em💞 (E, femslash!Sirius/Remus, 3.6k)

Lesbian Wolfstar. Remus never went to Hogwarts, and she’s getting rather paranoid about the Grim that keeps following her everywhere.

M/F

Draco/Hermione

💞 [FIC] The Punch That Made a Mark by Tardis_Magic93 | @tardis-magic93 💞 (T, Draco/Hermione, 1.2k)

His Godfather’s eyes went wide with shock as if he noticed the soulmate mark right on his nose where Granger punched him. “Who is your soulmate?” Draco gulped nervously at his Godfather. He took too long to answer because his Godfather held his shoulders and shook him. “Speak, boy!” “Granger,” Draco mumbled. “Can you please speak louder, Draco,” his Godfather sighed. “Granger! Okay?” Draco sighed looking at his Godfather frantically.

💞 [FIC] Dizzy Edge of Heaven by Wanderingfair 💞 (E, Draco/Hermione, 9.8k)

Draco has just been traded from the Bulgarian National team to the Wimbourne Wasps. When moving into his new flat he hears his neighbor singing The Cure’s Just Like Heaven, and is immediately hit with a vision (or version) of their life together. He doesn’t believe in Divination, and has obviously been hit with one too many bludgers. The more time he spends around his new neighbor, the more he wants it to be true. OR The canon divergent telling of Draco Malfoy, a former Durmstran student, current Quidditch star, meeting Hermione Granger for the first time and being instantly unsure if he’s just incredibly smitten or he’s possibly found his soulmate.

Draco/Luna

💞 [FIC] something’s changed by scattermeamongthestars | @scattermeamongthestars💞 (E, Draco/Luna, 6.8k)

“I want to join the Order,” he repeated. His heart was beating so fast, so hard, he felt like his chest was going to burst. It hurt to breathe. A wise move. He’ll find his soulmate there.

Harry/Pansy

💞 [FIC] Ink Stained Skin by swoonbaby | @swoonbby 💞 (M, Harry/Pansy, 19.8k)

Pansy Parkinson went all the way to California to hide from her past and was pleased to find her escape a rousing success. At least it had been until a freak accident involving a spilled bottle of ink erased all her progress and sent her past (or possibly her future) careening back into her path.

Hermione/Severus

💞 [FIC] Small Silver Linings by dolor_dolores | @dolor-dolores💞 (T, Severus/Hermione, 33k)

Three touches – that’s what it takes to activate an ancient Merfolk binding magic, long forgotten in the wizarding world, and only applied to humans under rare circumstances. When Hermione Granger gets marked by the queen of the Merpeople during the Triwizard Tournament, she doesn’t know that she is bestowed with the ability to recognize her soulmate. Quite unfortunate so, Severus Snape would rather pretend to be dead than face is insufferable soulmate. However, he had made the calculations without Hermione, who is not so easily discouraged.

Katie/Marcus

💞 [FIC] Shatter Your Illusions of Love by liiilyevans | @liiilyevans 💞 (T, Katie/Marcus, 3k)

Katie Bell is Healer at St. Mungo’s. She deals with difficult patients all the time. Just usually not ones who have saved her life before.

Luna/Theo

💞 [FIC] In His Love Story by Halliwell19 | 💞 (E, Luna/Theo, 12.3k)

Set in magical regency England, Lord Theodore Nott is in want of a wife, except he doesn’t believe he will find a witch he could call his soulmate… until Lady Luna Lovegood made the Queen laugh.

Narcissa/Remus

💞 [FIC] Sheltered in Black Wings by Caiti | @caiti-creative-corner💞 (T, Narcissa/Remus, 2.4k)

Sometimes Narcissa wondered what her life might have been like without the bonds she held. And sometimes she had nightmares about the same. She would do whatever it took to protect her family and her people.

Neville/Pansy

💞 [FIC] Lover’s Leap by DrPansyParkinson💞 (E, Pansy/Neville, 13.5k)

The Wizarding World is small and insular—Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom have known each other since they were children. But after Pansy’s Grandmother dies, a magical heirloom forces them to see each other in a new light.

💞 [FIC] Beyond the Garden’s Gate by MarinaJune | @sailtomarina 💞 (M, Neville/Pansy, 29.6k)

Sir Neville Longbottom is the unlikely hero of a gallant quest to slay the Evil Serpent Nagini and return Lady Pansy Parkinson to her fiancé, Prince Draco Malfoy. Except this lady doesn’t appreciate being rescued, nor does she want to go on a journey back to the kingdom–and that’s before they discover they might be each other’s soul mates along the way.

Pansy/Sirius

💞 [FIC] Incendio by UltramarineOrchid | @ultramarineorchid💞(M, Sirius/Pansy, 16.2k)

Sirius Black has spent his entire adult life running away from two things: his soulmate, and spoiled pureblood witches. When Pansy Parkinson enters his life, what could possibly go wrong?

M/M

Albus/Gellert

💞 [FIC] souls and marks by prima_vera | @girl-with-goats 💞 (T, Albus/Gellert, 1.1k)

A new parlour opens near the Diagon Alley, offering to reveal the soulmarks. Everyone is, naturally, curious, and clients start coming over, while the owner, one infamous Gellert Grindelwald, watches over them.

Draco/Harry

💞 [ART] The Petals Within Me by EraJMCouts | @erajmcouts 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, Digital Art)

The fine lines between love and lust, passion and possession, the want with the distrust.

💞 [FIC] Kiss Me, Kill Me, Keep Me Forever by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes | @drwhoisginnyholmes 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 2.4k)

A few quips back and forth, and the next thing Harry knew, he was tasting the insults straight from the devil’s mouth, sucking the popped “P” of his surname off Draco’s tongue and swallowing every scream that ripped through Draco’s self-control.

💞 [FIC] As bright as your smile by Nelween | @nelweensfic💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 2.8k)

In a world where you only start to see colours when you interact with your soulmate, everything turned back to shades of grey for Draco during the final battle. Until Potter and Luna show up to defend him during his trial.

💞 [FIC] Chosen of His Own Accord by AliceLiddle | @drarrypotterrenaissance 💞 (T, Draco/Harry, 17.8k)

From the prompt: Some families (the Malfoys, the Blacks, etc.) choose never to learn who their soulmate is due to the very high likelihood that they’re not a pure-blood. But the desire for your “other half” is strong, and every now and then, someone from those families decides to break tradition. In which Draco gets braver, Harry chooses his own path, and they both run into each other a lot while running errands.

💞 [FIC] Sparks by annaotherthing | @annanother-thing 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 20k)

“I’m sorry,” Draco turned to him, “are we boring you?” Greg looked up. “No, I’m just hungry, and you’re taking far too long to just tell them that you and Potter are soulmates. Do you have to be this dramatic?” There was a moment of silence, before all hell broke loose. Harry didn’t know soulmates existed until he was fourteen. He wasn’t sure what he imagined it would be like, but he knew it wasn’t this. But that’s not to say he didn’t like it.

💞 [FIC] Blank Space by Jelliebabie💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 34k)

Life has not been easy for Draco Malfoy since the war. His hopes that he could complete his house arrest and finally get on with his life were not to be. Spat at in the streets, unable to get work, Draco is getting desperate. Desperate enough to put his life in the hands of a backstreet practitioner to see if finally getting rid of the Dark Mark can make a difference. But his decision has consequences he had not expected, and may provide the answer as to why Harry Potter seems unable to leave him alone.

💞 [FIC] A pulled down shade by fast_brother 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 43.1k)

Harry does not like Draco Malfoy, not even one bit. Never did and never will. That is, until he finds himself married to him.

💞 [FIC] Expiration of a Summer’s Rose by apricitydays 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 60.0k)

Draco returns to England ten years after the war. Many things are different, but Harry is the same. But what does Harry have to do with Draco’s compelling new interest in botany? After an unexpected event disrupts the life Draco has built for himself, he slowly finds out. A hanahaki case fic

💞[FIC] tell me where it ends by SquibNation10 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 63k)

After Harry wakes from his short-lived death, he begins to see red strings tied around the fingers of everyone he sees. No one else seems to be able to see them. He is surprised to see who is (or isn’t) tied to each other. He is tied to Draco Malfoy. Feature: Supportive Kingsley, a twist on the 8th-year fic

Draco/Harry and Harry/Tom

💞 [ART] Pour My Heart (In Places Where It Can’t Be Touched) by starlitsilvereyes | @starlitsilvereyes💞 (G, Tom/Harry and Draco/Harry, Digital Art)

Draco Malfoy’s soulmate is Harry Potter. Harry Potter’s soulmate is Tom Riddle. Only Tom Riddle disrupts fate with his bare hands when he decides to split his soul, severing the string that links him to Harry Potter. The prophecy takes its course – turning star-crossed lovers into enemies.

Draco/Ron

💞 [FIC] unless you’re choosing me by The_HouseRyn | @the-houseryn 💞 (M, Draco/Ron, 31k)

A soulmate was a choice. It was two people deciding to spend the rest of their lives together, weathering any storm. That was a fact that Ron would hold as truth for the rest of his life. Even when the Unspeakables found a spell in some ancient text that tied soulmates together with a red cord and showed them a moment of their “true love”. It was a hoax, he was sure of it. But no one else agreed, willing to upend their lives just because a stupid spell said so. Ron wouldn’t have minded so much if it hadn’t wrecked his.

Harry/Regulus

💞 [FIC] The Enemy of My Enemy by MidnightStargazer | @midnightstargazer💞 (T, Harry/Regulus, 33.8k)

In a world where soulmates are identified by tattoo-like marks on the body, Harry Potter was born with a constellation on his arm. For nearly seventeen years, it sits there, dormant and dark. Then, as he and Dumbledore enter the cave where they believe a Horcrux may be hidden, the stars begin to glow. The Blacks don’t go looking for their soulmates. Regulus was taught from an early age to ignore the lightning bolt on his skin and prioritize his duty to the family. But when he finds himself thrust into an unfriendly future, his soulmate may be the only person he can trust. At first glance, the two have little in common beyond their mutual desire to see Voldemort defeated. Will that be enough to bring them together? In a world where soulmates are identified by tattoo-like marks on the body, Harry Potter was born with a constellation on his arm. For nearly seventeen years, it sits there, dormant and dark. Then, as he and Dumbledore enter the cave where they believe a Horcrux may be hidden, the stars begin to glow. The Blacks don’t go looking for their soulmates. Regulus was taught from an early age to ignore the lightning bolt on his skin and prioritize his duty to the family. But when he finds himself thrust into an unfriendly future, his soulmate may be the only person he can trust. At first glance, the two have little in common beyond their mutual desire to see Voldemort defeated. Will that be enough to bring them together?

Harry/Severus

💞 [ART] Lovers' Eyes by acydpop | @acydpop 💞 (T, Harry/Severus, Traditional Art)

Having a soulmate in their world was dangerous. Being away from Harry while he was in auror training was painful, but Severus found a way to keep Harry with him forever.

💞 [PODFIC] Finders Keepers by Lilian recorded by Cailynwrites💞 (T, Harry/Severus, 50 min)

Based on the fic by Lilian Severus Snape doesn’t find a single thing until he’s twenty. By that time, he has given up and ignores a young boy, when he arrives at Hogwarts.

💞 [FIC] Invisible String by emeraldlove | @givereadersahug 💞 (G, Harry/Severus, 3.7k)

The first time Harry saw Snape’s black eyes — him truly acknowledging Snape’s existence beyond him being his mean professor — it was the night after Harry killed Professor Quirrell. He was dreaming and in his dreams he was screaming. Harry dreams of Severus over the years.

Harry/Teddy

💞 [FIC] Of Flowers, Unfaded by Aspen_Gray | @aspengray 💞 (E, Teddy/Harry, 34k)

“Excerpt from Arithmancy journals of the witch Brwyn y Dail, inventor of the Ipsum and Morex spells: “In crafting this Fpell, it had been mine Intention to affift fuch Perfons that feek their Foulmate. They will come to know themselves with the bundle of Flora I have named the Ipsa Coronae and their Mate or Mates with an Alteri one…Af their Relationfhip groweth, the third and final Coronae, the Vicini, will detail its ftatuf.” Or: Teddy and Harry are soulmates. It takes a long time for Teddy to realize this fact and an even longer time for Harry to accept it.

Harry/Tom (Voldemort)

💞 [FIC] Stories that end and begin by HadrianPeverellBlack 💞 (M, Tom/Harry, 4k)

Tom had been right. Now that he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, he could state that Soulmates were a nuisance. With the exception of a few souls who could consider themselves lucky, most of them were forced to put up with people they despised and who would do no good for their future.

James/Regulus

💞 [FIC] Fireflies by shushu_yaoi_lj | @orange-peony 💞 (E, James/Regulus, 26.9k)

James’s fingers suddenly brush against his skin, touching the very top of Regulus’s spine. “This,” James says, his touch featherlight as it ghosts over Regulus’s skin, making it tingle in the most peculiar way. “It’s a lovely tattoo. Almost like antlers. When did you get it?” Regulus can’t speak. This can’t be possible. Of all people—why James Potter? Still, his mother’s words echo in his head. Every member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has a soul mark. A tattoo that appears at birth and can only be seen by their soulmate.

James/Sirius

💞 [FIC] breakable heaven by Graceless_Lady | @gracelesslady23 💞 (M, James/Sirius, 7.8k)

James lies comatose in the hospital wing with a curse that can be cured by his soulmate’s kiss. Unlike fairytales, however, in life the story doesn’t end with learning your soulmate’s identity… and true love’s course doesn’t always run smoothly.

Marcus/Oliver

💞 [FIC] rough around the edges (but the edges look good) by epsilonargus | @epsilonargus 💞 (G, Marcus/Oliver, 8.5k)

oliver wood is obsessed with 2 things: quidditch, and marcus flint. and his soulmark will be, must be, awakened by marcus flint’s first words—if only he could get the surly slytherin to talk to him…

Marcus/Percy

💞 [FIC] Fifteen Years of Preparation by EloiseEvans | @eloiseevans 💞 (M, Marcus/Percy, 3.3k)

Percy wasn’t ready. A fact that threw him off, regardless of the cause. Because Percy was always ready. It was a fact of life, a tenet that he lived by. The situation was made even worse by the sheer amount of time that he’d had to prepare. Fifteen years to be precise. But together, they would fix it.

Remus/Severus

💞 [FIC] Phantom by nocturn 💞 (T, Remus/Severus, 1.8k)

Soulmates communicate by writing on each other’s skin, Severus leaves Remus on read way too often, and the two confront a little unfinished business because (you guessed it) they’re ghosts!

💞 [FIC] He’s already in me by p0intless_p0et 💞 (T, Severus/Remus, 2.9k)

On the night of Dumbledore’s death, Lupin’s mark appeared.

Remus/Sirius

💞 [Podfic] Coming Across a Silver Moon based on the fic by sliebman10, recorded by BurningAurora | @burningaurora 💞 (T, Sirius/Remus, 30 min)

When Sirius’s father bids him to investigate the rumors of a beast in the forest surrounding their lands, he meets a humble woodsman, Remus, and learns about the mark of true love, and what exactly might be lurking in the forest.

💞 [Podfic] Romantic Obscenities and Other Curiosities Of Love based on the fic by casstayinmyass, recorded by BurningAurora and ashata | @itsaash💞 (T, Sirius/Remus, 41 min)

Sirius Black’s soulmate has a foul mouth– that’s all he knows. Remus Lupin wonders what he could have possibly done to warrant such an explosion of words that he’s had tattooed on his back his whole life. In the small mountain town of Hogsmeade, they’re both bound to find out soon

💞 [FIC] Click to Connect by TherestheSnitch | @theresthesnitch 💞 (E, Sirius/Remus, 11.0k)

When the only way to find a soulmate is to see if you Click! during anal sex, being a Bottom with a very well endowed soulmate can make things hard–hard to get off, that is. Sirius is a little desperate to find his big-cocked Top soulmate.e

Severus/Sirius

💞 [FIC] Soulless: Blind Date by picklesonsaturday | @picklesonjupiter 💞 (T, Sirius/Severus, 1.7k)

There were three types of soulmates: platonic, romantic, and enemy. Severus was one of the rare few without a soulmate. He was one of the soulless. Those who are shunned by society because they are seen as unable to make connections, which is a blatant lie. Or Severus has the opportunity of finding love when he goes on a blind date.

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ldrfanatic · 5 days

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i think your house is haunted

Theodore Nott x Reader "13" Series pt 6

warnings - death, alteration to the original harry potter storyline (slight for now, will become major in the following chapters)

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Theo had no idea why he'd agreed to this. Deep down, he knew that running from his father was an effort in vain. And when he finally found them, Y/n would be killed. He knew. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him, he wasn't sure he cared.

The pair of you had been on the run for a few weeks now. Occasionally, you'd get an owl from one of the Greengrass sisters. They'd been keeping tabs on you and updating you on the flip side of the war. And Theo, too smitten with the light in your eyes that the letter brought, didn't have the heart to tell you how dangerous it was. Soon, you wouldn't be able to send or receive owls from anyone.

One night, as Theo was preparing dinner in the kitchen of your most recent hideout, a black owl came in through the open window and dropped a piece of folded up parchment onto the kitchen table in front of you. He watched as you unfolded the letter and further, as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Dolcezza? What's happened?" He approached you and took the letter from your hands.

My Dearest Friend,

I write to you with a heart heavy with fear, for I know not where you are or how you fare in these dark times. Every moment that passes without word from you is a torment I cannot bear. I know that you are clinging desperately to hope amidst the encroaching shadows that threaten to consume us all.

Theodore Nott is entwined in the sinister tapestry of his father's legacy, a fate he cannot escape. My heart aches for him, for the innocence lost, for the boy he once was now overshadowed by the sins of his bloodline. But my dear friend, I implore you, do not sacrifice yourself for that boy and his doomed fate.

The Death Eaters draw ever closer, their malevolent presence looming like a specter over all we hold dear. I fear for Theo, I fear for you, I fear for us all. I know your heart yearns to protect Theo, to shield him from the cruel hand of fate. But there is nothing more we can do for him now. They will not rest until they have him and your defiance will only lead to tragedy. Do not let your love for him condemn you both.

Please, my dear friend, heed my words. Return to Hogwarts where we can face this darkness together. Leave Theo to his fate, for there is nothing else we can do for him now. I cannot bear to lose you, not now, not ever.

With all my love,

Astoria Greengrass

As he finished looking over the letter, glass shattered in the living room and heavy footsteps were heard.

"They've found us."

Two rather nasty looking men in dark robes came into view. They pointed their wands directly at you and Theo. Immediately, you began to cry. But Theo stood with a ticked jaw and resolve present in his eyes. "Mulciber. Macnair." He walked over to where the half-prepared dinner sat on the counter and took a few french fries into his mouth. "I must say I'm a bit surprised my father didn't come himself."

Mulciber took a step closer to them and and cocked his head at Theo. His wand was inches from your head and Theo's heart dropped. Macnair smiled evily. "Now now Theodore. Be a good boy and come with us. We'll leave the poor girl be."

Theo stared between you and the Death Eaters for a few long seconds. Suddenly, your short sobs turned into irrepressible laughter. Mulciber inched closer to you with a confused look. "Think this is funny you stupid girl?"

Your eyes locked with his and you smirked. "Yes actually. You don't know it yet. You haven't got the pleasure of knowing him the way I do. But when all this is over, he will kill you."

Theo felt pride looming in his chest. A sadistic smile flittered along his lips. "Darling, perhaps now is not the best time for flirting." He watched as you shrugged carelessly. Then, just as Theo taught you, you swung your fist into Mulciber's face and a sickening crunch sounded. Theo pulled his wand from his pocket and fired a quick curse at Macnair who blocked it at the last second.

He felt your small hand grasp his own and pull him into a nearby broom cupboard. As the door shut, darkness enveloped. You only remained in the small space for a few seconds as Theo held you close to his chest and you disapparated from the scene. Once he felt his feet touch the floor, he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss.

Standing there, watching you almost die, Theo finally admitted something to himself that he'd been avoiding. It was time for the pair of you to strike back. It wasn't enough to hide away in the shadows. Something had to be done. Theo was determined not to leave you, ever. But if that was going to be the case, then he had to get rid of the one person threatening you. Nott Sr.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah Theo?"

"I'm done waiting."

You tried to ignore the hustle and bustle of dozens of people crowded around the Weasley Burrow. You also tried to ignore the feeling that you were putting all these people in danger. It was finally time for Bill and Fleur's wedding, and Mrs. Weasley had created the most beautiful set up for the event.

As you stood out looking at the rolling hills, a small throat cleared behind you. When you turned, Hermione was standing there in a red dress, her hair pulled back.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Seeing as she'd started dating Draco Malfoy in fifth year, you supposed Hermione was probably one of the only people who could possibly understand why you were doing the things you were.

"Theo wants to take the fight to his father." It wasn't hard to see that she clearly did not want to talk about the scenery. Hermione had been a friend of yours throughout your years at Hogwarts. When she started dating Draco, you'd grown a little closer, but not much. "That's understandable."

You turned to her finally with a furrowed brow.

"Is it? It seems to me like he's just going to get himself killed."

Hermione shook her head and hugged you close to her. It was nice to know that you had at least one friend on your side through the coming war.

"Theodore may bear the burden of his father's sins, but he is not his father. He loves you deeply, fiercely. And he wants the threat of his father to be gone because he cannot bear the thought of any harm coming to you. He will not rest until you are safe."

As Hermione spoke, you knew she was right. Theo's father was a threat to the both of you.

"What if we can't win?"

"I'm not sure. I wish I could be of comfort. But whether you win or not, at least you'll have fought the battle together." Hermione grew quiet and looked down at her shows. "It's a privilege I wish Draco wouldn't of denied us."

It was your turn to hug Hermione.

"It's alright, Y/n. I know that we'll have another chance. I won't rest until we can live happily, free from Voldemort's influence."

"Neither will I."

The wedding reception was in full swing after a beautiful ceremony. You were dancing with Theodore, who looked rather handsome in his black suit. The dark green button down underneath made his eyes pop just the way you liked. You leaned closer to him and laid your head against his collar bone.

Just as he leaned to whisper something in your ear, a patronus burst through the roof of the tent. All the guests stared on in mortification as the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt filled the room.

"The ministry has fallen. They are coming."

Instant panic flooded the room as wizards and witches began disappearing, some disapparating and others simply fleeing on foot. Seconds later, clouds of black smoke were tumbling about with evil laughter bounding through the air. In the chaos of the crowd, Theo's being slipped away from your own.

"Theo?! THEO!"

You cried out helplessly into the air but the noise level was much to loud. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione disappear with a twist followed by a loud pop. Still, no sign of Theodore.

In a blink, Mulciber appeared in front of you, crooked teeth twisted into his disgusting smile. "Well, well. Funny seeing you here, pretty girl." He fired a curse at you that you narrowly deflected.

He was much older and therefore much more experienced than you. His curses and jinxes quickly grew too much to block and before you knew it, you were backed into a corner. On one side, Mulciber, and on the other, Greyback. You ducked as they each fired the cruciatus curse at you. The two curses met in the middle with a firey red boom.

Just as you made to run, green flashed and Mulciber dropped dead. You looked up at your rescuer to find Theodore stepping over his thick body and drawing his wand on Greyback. Apparently, he hadn't expected Theo to act so ruthlessly. The wolf smoked out within the minute, bursting through the cloth ceiling of the tent, multiple Death Eaters following behind him.

With the chaos finally subsiding, Theo pulled you into his arms.

"Where are you going, Theo?"

You reached out sleepily for your boyfriend who'd slipped out of his place in bed next to you. Mrs. Weasley had been kind enough to let you stay at the Burrow until the two of you figured out your next move. In the past two days, you'd grown quite close to Ginny Weasley, who often kept you company while Theo chattered off with Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Just to the bathroom, cara mia."

The answer was satisfying enough and you rolled over to face the wall.

In the darkness of the room, Theo stumbled. His vision clouded with tears.

When you awoke the next morning to an empty bed, panic filled you. After searching the Burrow for nearly an hour, and still no sign of Theo, you began to fear the worst.

"He's not here, Y/n."

Ginny's voice sounded from behind you. When you turned, the redhead was looking at you oddly. She seemed... sad.

"What?"

She held out a folded piece of parchment towards you. You took the note with shaking fingers, unfolding it to see Theo's familiar handwriting.

Y/n, I want you to know that leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It tore me apart to walk away, but I had to do. My father has become a problem that I can no longer ignore, and it's a burden that I cannot allow you to bear. You deserve so much more than to be dragged into the mess that is my family. I beg of you, my love, take care of yourself. Surround yourself with people who cherish and protect you. You are a light in my life, and I can't bear the thought of that light dimming because of me. I promise you, I will return. Please believe in me, and please forgive me for leaving you behind. It was the hardest decision I've ever made, but it was the only one I could make.

Until we meet again, know that you are always in my thoughts and in my heart.

With all my love,

Theo

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4.22.2024

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basiatlu · 8 months

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hi basia !! regarding the new harry potter ships post, i was thinking of pansy and hermione? pansy being absolutely smitten with hermione is something that i've recently been fixated on lmao. you always draw the ladies so interestingly (i.e., bellatrix and narcissa in the slytherin head shots) and i would like to see your take on them :)) no pressure of course, everything you draw is always so lovely T-T much love <33 — user byanteros

Hi! Thank you so much and no YOU are lovely. I hope I did them justice. I feel like Pansy and Hermione always have such a fun dynamic in fanfic works. Either they butt heads like feral cats- which is entertaining in of itself, or Hermione has the grace of a goddess and befriends Pans through genuine kindness. Girls support girls - we love to see it.

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meemoop · 2 months

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Hi!

I just wanted to slide into your inbox to sayyyy...

You are incredible!! You have such a talent for creating so many funny creative comics!!! I love the story you've created with them, it's endlessly amusing.

• First of all, Draco is just 😚👌 PERFECTION! This ferocious twink is ADDICTIVELY funny, and so, so sweet! The comic about him being insecure broke my heart 🥺

• Nietzsche is PRECIOUS! I love Draco’s bond with them, and how they always mimic what Draco does in the panels. It's such an adorable detail! 😂🐈‍⬛️🖤

• Snape is so *done* but also so resigned to whatever form of torture Draco has in store for him this time XD

• I would sell my soul for your Narcissa. Mother is ✨️Mothering✨️

• Attentive!Boyfriend Harry being absolutely besotted and smitten with Draco gives me so much serotonin I swearrrr 😭 (I wonder if he's ever gotten jealous 😏👀)

Your comics are just such a delight! Thank you so much for giving us so much tasty food!

Take care of yourself and don't burn yourself out! 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for your thorough compliment; this means a lot coming from you! YOU are of immense talent and the first “hi” alone makes me giddy. As someone who’s only recently begun drawing in a cartoon-y style, words from a decorated artist like you is a shiny award on the mantel! 🫶💕🫶💕🫶 I CACKLED AT FEROCIOUS TWINK-

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tpwkwriter · 2 years

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My kind of clingy.

Y/n is extra clingy, and H cant get enough.

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Stressed.

Only one word and stressed was it, y/n was working late nights, with rude and picky customers from the time she entered the building from the second she left.

The only thing on her mind was crawling into bed and H.

Entering the shared home of her and her boyfriend, she slides off her shoes and hangs her purse by the door, immediately flopping onto the couch while dragging a blanket around her body, she would normally call for Harry but she assumed he was working late due to his car not being in the shared drive.

While her eyes fluttered in and out of sleep she then felt a light kiss being placed on her resting temple, with not hearing the door open nor the car pull up, her eyes ping open.

The worry she felt was eased when she saw her boyfriend leaning on the side of the couch.

“What are you doing here?” She softly muttered still tranced in sleep.

“Live here funny enough love” he chuckled leaning down pressing a kiss to the girls forehead

“Someone’s sleepy hmm?” He whispered kneeling down beside the couch and his girl.

“Jus’ didn’t see your car, s’all” she replied slowly opening her eyes.

“Mitch has taken it for the night, his broke down”

She hummed in response

“Room for two?” He asked.

“mmhm always”

As the boy sat next to the girl, who was curled in the corner of the couch he instinctively pulled her onto his lap and scooted to the corner so she would remain in her comfy position, y/n automatically nuzzles her head into his shoulder and closes her eyes comfortably.

“Good day lovie?” He asks while slowly rocking her in his arms, in attempt to keep her awake.

“Stressful”

“Customer after customer and they happened to be all arseholes”

the number one thing harry hated was seeing his love distressed or feeling any type of a bad emotion, he wished he could take the pain away.

“M’sorry m’honey” he says holding her closer and tighter.

“Atleast this weekend it’s just us right” he continues.

Y/n’s heart could melt at his words and his actions.

She truly felt as if she did not deserve Harry.

The feelings were mutual, they were both each other’s angels.

Y/n nodded adjusting her self in his lap again.

“Had dinner yet love?” He asks with a concern to his voice.

“No, not yet, was supposed to come earlier for dinner but was completely packed”

“Let me fix you up something darling” he says

The care and concern he had for her then again makes her heart.

“It’s fine H, m’happy in your arms”

And so was H but he was adamant you were took care of.

“I know sleepygirl, but it’s important you eat, specially after a stressful day” he says putting on the tv and placing the girl down to the side so she can remain comfy.

——

Moments of bliss was shared, while happily eating the food H prepared for you both and shared more about each other’s day while lazily laying on the couch, made the girl forget all about the day she had.

Clear to say she was smitten.

As was he.

Once the dishes were clear and both the couple were happy enough they were fine to chill rest of the evening.

“Off for a bath H” y/n said slowly standing from her seat.

“Without me?” He said almost giving her puppy eyes

She giggled at his cheekiness and went up to there bathroom and began to draw herself a bath.

While putting her hair in a bun and slipping out of her work wear she slides in the steaming bath which instantly relaxes her muscles.

Doesn’t take long for a knock on the door to occur

“Lovie can I come in, got ya summat”

“Come on in Baby” the girl replies

“Here y’are” he says softly while placing a tea by the side of the bath and with a kiss to the forehead.

“Thank you lovie” she gasps continually surprised by how amazing this man is.

As he rambled on about a story that took place at the studio, y/n asked herself how did she get so lucky, from his beautiful eyes, his amazing hair and fashion sense to his lovable and adoring personality, she gets to call him all hers.

“Ever told you how much I love you?” She blurts.

“Maybe a few times. Would love to hear it more Angel” he smirks

“Where’s this coming from?” He smiles with a blush creeping up on his face.

“Is a woman not allowed to express her love to her boyfriend?” She giggles, taking a sip of her tea.

“Heeeeeyy” he laughs

“don’t think I tell you enough H, I love you” she says.

“Infact I fucking adore you” she says with a giggle but a serious tone just to make sure he believes it.

And at this he did go shy.

His lovie really said this? His heart is going frantic.

“Feelings mutual Princess”

“I love you more then you’d ever know” he says pressing down on his loves lips, wishing he was there forever.

———

Babe have you seen my Rolling Stones shirt?” H asks walking in semi clad with only his boxers on.

The girl chuckles.

“Uh sorry babe no” she adds trying to act as oblivious.

As he walks in and spots what I’m wearing he smirks once again.

“Yer little minx” he said smiling while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down on the bed.

“Lucky i love ya” he adds

While both settling down and getting under the sheets his arms automatically wrap around your waist and his head lays just above your chest.

Both like a puzzle.

A completed puzzle.

Y/n allows her right hand to play with his hair while her left is holding his hand that is splayed across the girls tummy.

Even though y/n felt clingy after bad days.

She wouldn’t change it for the world.

And neither would he.

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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do you have any recs where draco is absolutely smitten with harry? i love your blog, thank you for doing an incredible job! <3

Thank you! I do have a few recs with smitten Draco, hope you enjoy:

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (2021, E, 5.4k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

Lovesick by @corvuscrowned (2022, T, 7.6k)

People keep spiking Auror Harry Potter with love potions. Healer Draco Malfoy keeps having to pick up the pieces.

And Back Again (Where You Belong) by eidheann (2014, E, 16k)

He thought back on their previous handshakes, and smiled faintly at the fact they always seemed to mean so much more to him than they did to Potter.

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (2016, E, 18k)

Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco's been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (2020, T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose (2021, E, 21k)

Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

Waiting By An Open Door by Femme and noeon (2017, E, 29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (2012, E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Finely Drawn Lines by @the-sinking-ship (2022, E, 61k)

Draco doesn’t consider himself an artist (though the dozens of sketchbooks lining his shelves might suggest differently). Yet ever since Potter returned to Hogwarts, accepting a teaching position alongside Draco, his drawings have taken on a rather singular focus.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (2014, E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (2014, E, 81k)

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (2018, E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (2016, E, 113k)

Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

By the Grace by lettered (2020, T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (2011, T, 300k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #pining Draco

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allwaswell16 · 9 months

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—Fics by allwaswell16—

[ Ficlets ~1k ]

Charity Ficlets (series) [NR, 10k, fic post]

Chapter 1: Shiny Objects: Louis isn't so sure about Professor Styles, but when he must save him from a loose niffler, things change between them. Chapter 2: 500 Miles: Louis hates being ignored, and he knows just how to get his roommates attention. Chapter 3: Smitten: Louis hates winter. Then he begins receiving anonymous gifts to keep him warm, and maybe winter isn't so bad after all. Chapter 4: Grease Lightning: Louis' cat likes to give out his phone number. Chapter 5: The Duke's Diamond: The Duke of Yorkshire must find a mate, and the omega he finds hiding from his country ball intrigues him. Chapter 6: Baby, All I Want For Christmas: When Louis shops for his siblings’ Christmas gifts, he finds a good reason to keep returning to the same shop–a very cute boy.

OT 4/5 Very Silly Chat/Email Chain Ficlets [M, 7k, group chat, fic post]

Part One: Danger in the Produce Aisle [NR, 844 words, fic post] Louis finds a frightening piece of produce at the grocery store. The group chat comes to his rescue. Part Two: Caramel Apple Peeps [NR, 1k, fic post] Louis is out of milk for his early morning cuppa tea. He sets out to the store to pick some up, but he gets distracted by Niall's love for caramel apples in the group chat. Or another 1D whatsapp chat drabble. Part Three: The OT4 Email Chain [NR, 1k, fic post] Three emails in the 1D OT4 email chain: Hack this ya arseholes, The Nialler's 'do, and Liam Chain. A series of emails sent in a group email chain between [email protected], randysdonuts @ savethewhales.org, CraicDirection @ hotmail, and TheRealBatMan @ aol.com Part Four: Email Chain OT4 Part 4 (I think) [NR, 600 words, fic post] Another installment of the OT4 email chain. Louis brings up the fateful night of Liam's diarrhoea leading to their only canceled concert. Part Five: Screaming [M, 1k, fic post] Another installment of the ot4 email chain. Three emails where Niall screams about: being jealous of Steve Aoki's friendship with Louis, the beautiful black and white photo of Louis on his Instagram clearly taken by Harry, and Louis' dog. Also includes: jokes about dog poo (obviously), Harry's red coat, dogs Liam doesn't Instagram, and much more! Part Six: The Brits & Always You [M, 1k, fic post] Two more OT4 email chains: The Brits and Always You Featuring: Harry's floofy hair, Liam as a superhero in a Gucci sweatshirt, nervous Niall, Donald Duck jumpers, Louis tweeting about Harry, and everyone crying about Harry's songwriting (as one does). Part Seven: Is Neil Available? [NR, 1k, fic post] Another OT4 email chain: Is Neil Available? Featuring: Niall's new email address, stealing Harry's hat and Louis' jacket, Liam's growing and multiple chains, Instagram aesthetics, jealousy, and Niall's devotion to OT4

All This Time [T, 1k, a/b/o, fic post]

Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea...

Netflix Original [T, 1k, neighbors, fic post]

Harry's hot neighbor overhears that he doesn't have Netflix.

Walk of Shame [T, 1k, meet cute, fic post]

On a cold, rainy autumn morning Louis meets someone else doing the walk of shame.

A Deal [T, 898 words, Potter Direction, fic post]

Slytherin Harry Styles spends his free time drawing down by the lake. Unfortunately, he can't show anyone what he's drawing because they're all of Gryffindor Louis Tomlinson.

[Back to masterpost]

#allwaswell16ficlets #larry fan fiction #larry fan fic #larry fanfiction

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rhalabeast · 4 months

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Asher; child of bhaal

CW // blood, guts, small child experiencing bad things, dead animal, overall pretty dead-dove-do-not-eat

I was struck by the desire to write some of the lore I've been microwaving in my head for my dark urge dragonborn, Asher. Dark Urge by nature has some pretty gross, fucked up themes so please be cautious and mind the warnings.

Also, I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination.

As an infant dragonborn, Asher is first adopted to two lovely Dwarven parents who are immediately smitten with him. His early childhood years are happy, marked by expected milestones - first words, first steps, lost teeth, birthdays celebrated with cake and candles. However, as a dragonborn with two Dwarven parents, Asher is quickly made aware of the atypical nature of his family. Children would stare and point only to be quickly shuffled away by their parents, whose eyes would linger on the odd little family, casting silent judgment. For most of his early years, the awkward attention would just make him sorrowful and huffy and he'd run to his parents to console him. His mother would stroke his head with soothing, calloused hands, offering kind reassurance to her son. Time passed, as it always does.

By age seven, Asher begins to experience “episodes” - one moment he'd be playing as any child does, the next he'd see nothing but red, everyone's bodies turned inside out, his own hands appearing completely flayed and raw. Blood, muscle, sinew. His mouth would start watering. And then he'd snap out of it, as though it were nothing more than the gentle passing of a summer breeze. He bottled these horrors up, wedging the cork so desperately tight lest his visions threaten to slither and leak from his skull. The only mention Asher would make of these changes were documented in a leather-bound journal he had been gifted when he first learned to read and write; a vessel for thrilling tales of heroic adventurers and their good deeds, penned by the scribbly, excitable hand of a child. He would often make accompanying drawings, some spanning multiple pages, all of them colorful and representative of an active childhood imagination. The earlier years of Asher’s life were recorded boldly and loudly, as is a child’s way. But darkness began to seep in from the corners. He allowed himself just this one outlet, this ugly secret quietly kept between himself and the yellowing pages of his journal.

By age eight, the waking nightmares would get more frequent . These thoughts in his head became even more sinister as Asher began to recognize the faces of the tormented. Friends he played ball with, the local grocer woman, church acquaintances, but perhaps most disturbingly - his adopted mother and father. These thoughts were still blurred around the edges, the faces a little too smudged to be proper resemblances. But they were becoming clearer by the day.

By age nine, his thoughts were nearly entirely consumed by his bloody fantasies. He socialized less and less and became more withdrawn, often stealing away to his bedroom to write and draw in his journal. The entries no longer depicted the fanciful whimsies of a child; the passages were harried and dire. Desperate. Frightened. Red ink smeared the wrinkling pages.

Eventually, it became too much for him to bear on his own. Afterall, he was still only a nine year old child. He went to his parents for comfort. He told them everything but spared some of the more gory details. The concern on his mother and father's faces was unmistakable and Asher felt like a monster from one of his stories. He asked them why this was happening - did he do something to anger the gods? Was he being punished for a crime he wasn’t aware he had committed? His parents did not know what to tell him but they did their best to comfort him and offer pacifying words, promising that they'd take him to see a healer who could put his mind at ease. He was young, his brain was still developing; he did not have to become the monster in his head. His mother took both of his hands into her own and kissed his knuckles.

That very evening as Asher lay in bed on the cusp of sleep, he heard a faraway voice telling him that he is loved and that he is perfect, just as he is. The voice advised against seeing a healer as there was nothing wrong with Asher. In fact - the voice urged - Asher should embrace these new dark delights. Didn't they make him feel good? Make his mouth water and his teeth itch with anticipation? It was exciting! A dirty little secret he was keeping all to himself. There was nothing wrong with him... You are special, that faraway voice cooed in his ear.

And Asher was special, wasn't he? He was good at running and fighting with wooden swords, he did decently well in school and had friends to play pretend with. He was small for a dragonborn boy his age but he never let it get to him, even when schoolyard bullies tried to make him feel bad for it. Afterall, his parents were shorter than average too weren't they? And they were the toughest people Asher knew. He didn't view his small stature as a flaw. You are special, that voice would whisper softly and Asher began to believe it.

Asher was several months into his ninth year when the gently urgent voice in his head coaxed him into doing something unspeakable. He had just gotten out of school and it had been a terrible day. The bullies were getting worse, more bold, their pestering turning physical; grubby, sticky hands would pull his tail and yank his horns. The teachers pretended not to see.

As Asher took towards home he decided to dip into the nearby forest to cool off in the river that was just beyond the treeline. He approached the river but stopped in his tracks, his attention diverted to the sounds of gargled yelps and oddly human-like screams originating from a nearby bush. His curiosity piqued, Asher scrambled through the branches and found an adult rabbit with a dreadful gash sliced across its ribs. Its eyes were milky and a foul stink of oncoming death drifted under Asher’s nose. It was clearly still alive, though just barely. Asher focused on it with intent, both delighted and horrified by the pained sounds the poor thing was making. Without a further thought, he knelt down next to the dying rabbit and slid a finger across the jagged wound in the animal's abdomen. Asher brought his bloodied finger to his lips and flicked his blue tongue across his skin. His eyes widened. It was as though a fire was spreading from that single point of contact where his finger touched his tongue, blazing down his neck, across his back, scorching his arms and legs. His heart began to pump loudly in his ears and then - that voice. The Urge.

DEVOUR IT

Panic rose somewhere underneath the raging inferno that boiled his blood and Asher desperately held his palms to his mouth, bile rising in his throat. But despite the alarm and the metallic tang of fear on the back of his tongue, his stomach growled. He lowered his hands from his mouth only to find that he was drooling, rivulets of saliva cascading in delicate strings through his pointed teeth and down his chin. The world blackened at the edges and Asher felt his body pull closer towards the rabbit as though the small furry body was the source of all the world’s gravity. Time ticked by in snapshots until Asher was cradling the broken body in his hands.The next moment was silent, save for the wet sounds of Asher ripping and tearing, gnawing and grinding, utterly voracious and desperate to reduce the dying animal to offal in his guts.

As Asher sucked the last remnants of marrow from the rabbit's femur, his teeth cracking off small bone fragments to grind to dust in his jaws, his head began to clear. The first sound that broke through the deafening silence was the rush of the river. At first, Asher couldn't distinguish it over the rush of his own pulse but his boiling blood soon began to simmer until, once more, he was himself. He sat on his knees wide-eyed and silent, his bloodied hands limp in his lap. The cracked and chewed femur was the only remaining proof that there had been a rabbit at all. Asher stifled a yelp and tossed the bone into the trees before scrambling to his feet and stumbling towards the river. He wanted to vomit but all attempts ended in failure - the rabbit had made his guts its final resting place. Asher gulped handfuls of river water to cleanse the iron sting clinging to his taste buds but no amount could rid the taste completely. He looked down at his hands and saw that his pearlescent scales were stained a scarlet hue and he hurriedly grabbed a piece of moss to scrub the grime away.

By the time Asher had cleaned himself up to the best of his ability, the sky was already darkening. His parents would surely question his whereabouts. He picked himself up and resolutely strode out of the woods, determined to forget the horrors that had just transpired.

The voice in his head spoke, Magnificent. I am so proud of you.

But he didn't go hungry. As he lay in bed and idly rubbed his full stomach, a soft thrum began simmering across his nerves, setting his body awash in a warm, delightful haze. After a long while, he finally slept and dreamt of screaming rabbits.

As he trudged quietly back home, Asher pounded at his traitorous skull, willing himself to focus only on the dull throb. If his mind threatened to conjure the memory of the rabbit, his fists battered his head until the image grayed and faded. Asher was scared, confused, desperate for answers... Why was this happening to him? Who did the voice belong to? He wanted so badly to confide in his parents but his mouth couldn't form the words. His tongue tied itself into knots as he attempted to force truth from his throat. His own voice betrayed him and he had no excuses to offer when his parents ran to him with panicked questions. After a well-deserved scolding from his mother, Asher was put to bed without supper.

#the dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dragonborn #please heed warnings #dead dove do not eat

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Hope that this isn't too much trouble ask!

I'm a 5'0 Mexican girl with short puffy dark brown hair (length is above my shoulder), I have an apple shape body, tan skin and dark brown eyes (I also wear glasses).

(From what my friends told me) I'm funny, brutally honest, sarcastic, mysterious, and give great advice

I can get overprotective despite my small height and will cuss at anyone who try to do anything to my friends, I also like to wear short length dress with a little bit of make-up but mostly just wear comfortable clothes.

I love drawing and when asked by someone who I care about, I will draw for them. My skin is also sensitive so touching can get uncomfortable when being touched for only a minute or two.

I also like daydreaming so when seeing me, I look like I'm in some sort of daze like state but can snapped out of it if someone calls my name.

I'm very curious too and wouldn't be really disgusted by anything when telling me a fact about anything and could find anything interesting.

I also like telling stories about my life and get excited when people ask me about myself since I have so much to share and will gladly tell people who I trust only.

-Honeybee 🐝🌸

Really hope that this isn't long ^_^

Thanks! This'll be the last one I accept for future reference. You chose Harry Potter as the fandom. I hope you enjoy, Hun!

George Weasley was always the more subdued twin. It was always Fred pulling the large stunts while George tended to be the planner. Fred was always the heartthrob, despite looking the exact same. And that was fine, since George only has his eyes for you.

You're a muggle. As far as you know, there's no such thing as wizards. However, the Weasley family had always been very accustomed to the muggle world. So, you run into the twins at the mall. They're just by themselves, while you're with a few friends (although you're sadly a fifth wheel). You're clothes shopping, and you immediately catch George's eye.

Fred was always the one to fall hard and fast over anyone, but George was more reserved with his feelings. And yet, there was something about you. He found you to be attractive, and Fred instantly could tell. George wanted nothing more than to let out go - sweater shopping was more of a priority - even though you looked cute and like you had spunk.

So, Fred took initiative. He pulled his brother open and forced George to introduce him to you. Fred adorned a knowing look, but George shrugged it off, being his natural friendly self. You reciprocate that friendliness, and George likes your spunk.

By the end of the short conversation, and your friends rejoin you, you invite them to join them while shopping. Of course, they agree. Fred was glad George was finally breaking out of his romance shell a little.

Even with one afternoon, George was smitten. It wasn't like him. He always thought he would fall for another wizard since somehow that was wizard culture, yet here he was, enamored with a stranger he just met.

But, life goes on. You two keep in touch via normal muggle post cards, and when school starts again, he gets his mother to send it as much as he could. Even just from the letters and occasional photos that were exchanged, he adored your personality. You were open and caring and funny. You were the type of person he liked to surround himself with, and similar to him, but not too much so. He especially adored it when you mailed him your drawings.

Time passes, and George finds himself wanting more. As much as he loved talking via letters, - there was something romantic about the notion - he wanted more. And although he knows you aren't the most physically affectionate, he wants to hold your hand, if only once. He wants to talk in person. He wants to go on cute dates.

And the following summer break was the perfect opportunity to finally create some progress in the relationship. That is, until he discovers a very obvious hitch in his love life.

You had a significant other that he'd only ever heard referred to as a friend. And George was absolutely heartbroken. More so angry than anything. You two were meant to be. It was fate you two had met. And yet, you were dawdling and ignoring his obvious crush.

George doesn't show his dismay to you, of course. Instead, he cherishes the time you two spend together. If anything, the betrayal fuels him further to spend as much time as possible in order to prevent you from hanging out with the stand-in. And as much as he just wants to kiss you every time you sweetly compliment you, he restrains. As he's always done, he suffices from hinting at his affections.

Fred notices. He notices the shifts in his behavior, from how he was more negative and aggravated.Always spaced out. Created a seeming alter for every letter and photo and drawing. George was becoming more and more obsessive. Fred is only slightly concerned, though, interpreting it as the average teenage brooding-jealousy combo.

You don't notice these red flags. As far as you're concerned, George is even more perfect than before. He's more energetic and affectionate, more understanding and kind. You two were always together, but you didn't see a problem with it. At some point, George would've definitely informed you about the wizard world, which would've brought you two closer than ever before.

George sees how you feel about him. You just haven't questioned it. George has completely isolated you from your significant other. He's met your parents, just as you've met his. You two hang out one-on-one constantly, so it might as well already be considered dates. And yet, you had yet to put the label on it.

All of a sudden, though, the communication between you and your significant other ceases immediately. They didn't even break up with you in person. It would've been heartbreaking, but George was with you already. That made you start thinking about how you felt about him. How close you were, far closer you'd ever been with your ex. You think you like him. You :

Confess your feelings : You decided it. you liked George Weasley, wizard extraordinaire. It took less courage than you thought, because a part of you had always known he liked you. Of course, GHeorge reciprocated. You two kiss, and it's heavenly. From there, things are oddly smooth.

As weird as it is the George has some sort of secret shrine of you, that's fine. As peculiar as it is the abruptness of the former break-up, it's fine. Everyone has flaws, even though George seemingly had none. George was the perfect boyfriend, from his make-shift gifts to his dedication.

It's easy for George to convince you to move in with him near his new shop in the wizard world now that you're both graduated. As much as you wanted to work, George insisted that the wizard world was as good as heaven. That everything would be perfect. And it was, even if George was rather restricting as to what could be explored. George was great at masking his rather vile flaws, and because of this, you always wondered what was missing in the relationship - other tha your things.

Push him away : You just got out of a relationship. It would be wrong to move on right away. Besides, George was always a friend. As far as you were concerned, he harbored no such feelings for you. So, in order to get over the seemingly momentary crush on the red head, you come up with more excuses to do your own thing. You insist you're too busy for weekly hangouts. You avoid some of his letters the he sends due to your coldness.

George is baffled. He'd done everything right. He kept his scarier flaws hidden, he took care of the significant other, and he's dedicated over a year to winning your affections. At first, he blamed it on other people. But he knew it was you making the decisions to avoid him. And that hurt.

The Weasley family notices instantly how much this has taken a toll. All that negativity and anger he exhibited before was multiplied tenfold. Instead of harmless, playful pranks with his twins, he turns to rather hurtful, violent solo jobs. Nobody was safe from his wrath, as it was the only way to truly cope.

But he decides to take your fate together into his own hands. He brews up a love potion. From there, it was easy. He knew you felt bad for ignoring him. It didn't take much pleading to get you to meet up with him. He offered the potion, which he claims is a wizard juice - it technically is - and you trust him, so you drink it.

And just like that, all those feelings you harbored bubbled over the surface. It was like you were a completely new person. And that new person was George's and George's alone.

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givereadersahug · 1 year

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Scarlet!! For fic writer questions: 1, 17, 26, & 41!

(Since you're avoiding fests I figure I'd make it worth your while with multiple questions! :D)

Danni! Yes, I totally need a distraction. This fest fic is going nowhere fast. 😂

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) Hmmm. I...don't know? I'm not much of a plot-heavy writer, or a long-fic writer, tbh. I go for the vibes and I love drabbles! And I lean toward the tropes/emotions I'm writing/going for. For example - Gold (Harry Potter, Snarry for enrapture and smitten), Sectumsempra (Harry Potter, Snarry for power play & dark Harry Potter), and Devotion (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom for found family.) It all depends on the prompt I was given and the mood I'm in. My style can radically change from fic to fic or stay the same. It must be frustrating for any who follow me. 🤣

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

This is HIGHLY specific and I'm sure I'm the only one who will even read this fic but one day...ONE DAY...I'll write a Harry Potter/SK8 the Infinity/Thor mash-up fic. Will it make sense? Hell no! Will all my ships make an appearance? Hell yes! Will I laugh and be joyful at the monster I created and unleashed onto the world? You bet!

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

I have written fics with no dialogue! Many, in fact! They are mostly drabbles, though. [Same Old, Same Old (Harry Potter, Snily), The Mirror of Erised (Harry Potter, Gen), Beach Date (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom)]

I did come close to writing one only dialogue fic [Satisfaction (Harry Potter, Snarry)], but alas. The last paragraph was needed to explain something. I think I would try again one day! But, man. Was that hard. 😂

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

There are many fics that made me go, 'Wow, I want to write like that,' including yours, Danni! ❤️❤️❤️ However, the first fic that made me go YES, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS GREAT and had me go re-reading it and re-reading it some more to examine the structure, the prose, the mood, the themes....it got to be The Price by Ark (Thor, Thorki). My all time, favorite fic across all fandoms. Hands downnnn. There are writers, who imo are god-tier in how they write and their fics are something I can never replicate, even if I tried. But The Price is the first that had me go --- Yes, I can do this. It's simple, yet majestic. The ebb and flow of the prose, the plot, the structure is like watching someone paint a masterpiece in front of my eyes. There were so, so, so many great post-IW Thorki fics with great plot, great characterizations, great writing, but The Price? It literally took my breath away. I'm a simple gal. Some of my favorite books and fics has no ornate writing style. (A style which I love! Don't get me wrong.) But I like lyrical sentences that doesn't draw too much attention to the prose till you close the book/turn off your phone and it hits you straight in the chest on how the writer crafted such a dense, emotional story through simple story-telling that has you thinking about the it for days and weeks afterwards. I don't know how to describe it. I can only point to books by Yoko Ogawa, Aimee Bender, and Jhumpa Lahiri as examples. They are some of my favorites writers and their style is something I aspired to. I found that in The Price, but yet The Price is more. More grand, more adventurous, more lyrical. I just love it to bits, if you can't tell. 🤣

Thanks for asking! <3

questions for fic writers

answered - 1, 17, 26, 41

#ask scarlet #asked & answered #fandom #writing #harry potter #marvel #sk8 the infinity

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denimbex1986 · 1 month

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'It says much about the chatter around Andrew Haigh’s dreamy, delicate drama that, once the film finally begins – when our homegrown heroes, Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott, share their first scene together – they immediately resemble old pals.

A prominent pre-publicity campaign will have that effect, and you could be forgiven for thinking Haigh’s film has been in cinemas for ages.

It hasn’t. We’ve just been enjoying the giddy awards buzz (including a Golden Globe nomination for Scott) and the jovial junket clips on social media (our leading men are a hoot together in real life).

There is, as you may have guessed, a lot going on in here

It might also come as a surprise to learn that All of Us Strangers boasts a haunting, supernatural theme. It is in fact a story of grief and ghosts; of a lonely, anxious writer quietly revisiting his past to better shape his future.

It’s also about love – familial and romantic – and the things we do to try and make sense of it.

Adam (a never-better Scott) lives a solitary life on the top floor of a soulless London high-rise. A quiet, watchful type, he spends most of his time staring at a blank page, wondering what to do with it – for Adam is a frustrated screenwriter who can’t seem to remember how to start a story.

One evening, a noisy fire alarm changes everything.

Adam’s apartment block is a new-build, and as far as he knows there are no other residents. He might be wrong.

While he waits outside on the street for the alarm to stop ringing, our weary protagonist notices a mysterious neighbour staring down at him from a sixth-floor window. It is Harry (Mescal), a handsome 20-something who’s about to make a big entrance.

Later that night, a tipsy Harry knocks on our friend’s door, looking for company. Adam – instantly smitten, but afraid to admit it – won’t invite him in, not tonight. Instead, he returns to his work.

It appears Adam is trying to write a piece about his childhood – and to help bring it to life, he books himself a train ticket home.

The family house in Croydon is exactly as he remembered it, and Adam’s charismatic father (Jamie Bell) is delighted to see him. So, too, is his mum (Claire Foy) who insists on a homecoming toast.

There is just one minor detail we forgot to mention: Adam’s parents died in a car crash shortly before his 12th birthday.

These are, one presumes, the ghosts of his mum and dad – but is Adam fazed by any of this? Not at all. Are the ghosts real, or is it all in Adam’s head? We don’t really know.

Whatever is happening, it appears to have lit a fire in his belly – and Adam eventually works up the courage to invite Harry over for a drink.

A romantic relationship ensues, and on one of his many trips back home, Adam decides the time is right to tell ghost mum and dad that he’s gay. A complicated scenario unfolds.

There is, as you may have guessed, a lot going on in here.

Drawing inspiration from a Japanese novel – Taichi Yamada’s Strangers – Haigh’s dizzying tale operates at a higher level than most.

This is his moment, his masterpiece, and he is magnificent in it

You’ll have your questions about this film, and I certainly had mine, but part of its appeal is that it never feels the need to overexplain itself.

A fantasy such as this is easier to digest when it’s populated by real people with real feelings and real things to say – and despite its far-fetched peculiarities, All of Us Strangers is, at its core, a compelling human drama to which so many of us can relate.

The ghost element is a bonus, and Adam’s mum and dad are beautifully brought to life by a pair of accomplished British performers.

Foy is terrific as a conflicted mother who cares for her son’s well-being but asks all the wrong questions about his personal life. Bell, an actor who rarely gets the credit he deserves, is simply wonderful as Adam’s regretful old man who wishes he had paid more attention.

Mescal, meanwhile, is quietly brilliant as Harry – another lost soul hoping to connect with someone, anyone.

The star of the show is, of course, Scott – whose subtle, breathtaking turn marks the beginning of a new phase for the talented Dubliner.

This is his moment, his masterpiece, and he is magnificent in it.

A gorgeous piece of work, Haigh’s film stumbles ever so slightly in its final sequence – but a minor narrative wobble is allowed, and I can’t think of another film that moved me the way this one did.

It deserves everything good that comes its way.

*****'

#All of Us Strangers #Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Strangers #Taichi Yamada #Golden Globes

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gloomygenderlesssoul · 2 years

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help I have no idea how to post on tumblr-

I did this thing ? I'm not used to drawing them, but I hope it's decent enough.

Have a good day 🌸 (or afternoon (or evening (or night)))

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drawing #yeah i ship them #weasley jumper #domestic drarry #fluff #i dont know what i'm doing #just trying something #my art style is very inconsistent #draco secretly loves this sweater a lot #he will never give it away #harry is very smitten #i love them #can you tell

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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excuse me im on my period and crying over this shutup????? 😭😭😭😭 i want to keep him all to myself<3 he is the most precious thing you've ever given us i can't thank you enough

Harry tells her she doesn’t have to because he doesn’t want her to feel burdened by his personal issues, but she insists on doing it because, “It’s really not that big of a deal, H. Plus, I’ve been wanting to put platinum in my hair for a while now, it looks incredible.”

He blinks at her meekly, his voice just as soft as his expression. “It does?”

“Yeah! People literally spend thousands of dollars at salons to get their hair all pretty and silvery like yours. And you can also dye it fun colors without having to lighten it, and it’s guaranteed to be super vibrant because white is the perfect base shade. You get to do all that without the hassle!”

“I never thought of it that way…”

“I’m jealous, if anything. Silver’s the coolest color for hair, in my opinion.”

The corners of his lips twitch into the faintest smitten smile, his fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the pale curls along the edge of his hairline. “So you like my hair, then?”

Y/N returns his gentle gesture, reaching up and ruffling his ringlets playfully, her heart throbbing as he instinctively cradles his head into her grasp. “I love your hair.”

Her personal reassurance seems to soothe him more than her explanation, evident in how his shoulders gradually lose the tension they’d been carrying since that afternoon. They’d been grocery shopping at the supermarket earlier that day, minding their business and checking things off her notes app as they went, when he’d noticed that a random elderly woman had been giving him a dirty look. Upon closer inspection of the lady and her friend, he’d heard them talking in the next aisle over about how ridiculous his hair looked, and how “youth these days love to do the weirdest things for attention.”

The steep accusation had caused him to shrink into himself out of scorned humiliation. His hair wasn’t his fault, and it certainly wasn’t to purposefully bring attention to himself. In fact, he hates bringing attention to himself. Being what he is— being different— requires that he go through life as quiet and undetected as possible, milling in the shadows to avoid any trouble that could result from his concealed identity. His hair is a feature he can’t help— it had been dyed this way since the moment he was turned human (he has a theory that it’s a residual characteristic pertaining to his true form, considering it bears similarities to the light that would emit from his core), and its appearance is completely out of his control. He can’t be blamed for something he has no jurisdiction over. That isn’t fair.

Harry never really minded the white patches in his curls, but after hearing those women talk so rudely of him in such a degrading manner, his mood had immediately dampened drastically, and he could sense that unfortunate shift had been significant on his face. He could feel his lips dipping into a heavy frown, and he could feel his brows knitting in pained embarrassment, and he could feel his shoulders knotting themselves into a taut frenzy. And he could also feel Y/N coming up behind him and placing a comforting palm on his back, her face hardening with sharpened anger as she’d also overheard the mean rant the women had been been spewing about him.

Her first impulse had been to stalk over into the next aisle and tell them where they could shove their walkers, but Harry had begged her not to (“It’s fine, Y/N. Really. Let’s just go, we still have other errands to run and they’re not worth the time.”). She could tell his ceasefire came from a place of conformity and anxiety; he didn’t want to cause any conflict because it would surely draw unwanted eyes to the situation, and that’s the last thing he needed. Those eyes were capable of judging him just as harshly, if not more, and he would rather let it tide over than run the risk of exposing himself to more negativity. He just didn’t want to be a beacon for cruel observation, and she could respect that.

Therefore, Y/N had let it go. To an extent. She’d let the elderly hags get away with their stupid unsolicited opinions, but she’d found an intermediate solution by grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him to the personal hygiene section of the store, combing the area until she found the hair dye shelves. She’d grabbed a bleach kit and chucked it into the cart without a word, nodding to herself with determination as he gazed down at the box with confused curiosity.

“What’s that?”

“Bleach.”

“Bleach? Like the chemical you put on white clothes to erase stains?”

“Kinda. Different chemical for a different medium, but the cause is the same. You’ll see.”

And here they are now, hours later, with Y/N pouring the contents of the kit (a starchy light blue powder and a small bottle of foul-smelling white sludge) into a plastic bowl, telling him that it has the ability to leech the color from her hair so it looks like his. And here they are now, with Harry insisting that she doesn’t have to strip her locks just because he got upset about some random people mocking him, and that he doesn’t want her to feel forced into undergoing such a drastic change for his benefit. And here they are now, with Y/N waving off his concerns and assuring him that it’s no big deal, and that she’s been wanting to do this long before he even came into the picture, and that today had just inspired her to finally bite the bullet and go for it. And here they are now, with Y/N praising him and confessing that she loves his hair so much to the point where she wants her own to look the same.

A sudden torrent of heat floods into the alien’s cheeks at her heartfelt compliment, and he’s well versed enough in human physiology by now to recognize that his emotions are probably broadcasting across his face at the moment in the form of a frazzled blush. That only makes the warmth under his skin rise in intensity, and he finds himself chewing along the inside of his cheek to keep the fluttering in his belly at bay. She loves his hair. That one notion nearly cures his insecurities altogether.

“Thanks.” Harry finally murmurs, picking at the chipping metallic polish on his nails as he glances up at her shyly from below his lashes, his mouth twisting into a full, delicate smile. “Feel a little better now. And truthfully…having matching hair will help a lot, I think.”

“Good.” Y/N sighs in a decisive tone, thrusting the bowl in her hands into his own palms, dropping a tiny plastic whisk inside and giving him an expectant grin. “Because I was gonna do it regardless. Now here, mix this while I go grab some gloves.”

#alienrry

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