Okay So, I Just Finished Reading The 26 Chapters Of Tarte Tatin By Veryinnovative, And I Am CRUSHED ????

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HD Hurt-Comfort Fest 2024 recs

Here are some of my favorite fics from @hd-hurtcomfort-fest 2024. Listed in alphabetical order.

Come Hell or High Water by @mallstars [22k]

In his bed under Mungo's floating candles, Harry sips tea, watches reality TV, and does his best not to pay any mind to the curse which has invaded his body. Harry wants to heal. He wants his healer even more. Keeping one desperate secret can't hurt. Not much, anyway.

En Passant by @dodgerkedavra [41k]

Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after.

Final Exams at the Curse-Breaker's Academy by IzRoan [20k]

Final exams at the Curse-Breaker’s Academy are simple: If you can’t be a good curse-maker, you can’t be a good curse-breaker. When Draco gets cursed by a classmate’s invention, Harry has 24-hours to break the curse. Much to Draco’s ire, Potter seems oddly dedicated to drawing out this exam until the very last second.

Fine-Fractured Halo by @rainjulyx [29k]

For Harry, it all starts on July 31, 1999 and ends on July 31, 2019. Twenty years of longing, love, and pain in no particular order. Or: An annual birthday party that turns to a yearly school reunion. Hermione and Pansy are party planners, Ron is an excellent baker, and everyone tries their best to attend a birthday party just to see each other.

Future Histories by @thecouchsofa [6k]

After an accident at work, Draco finds that two decades of his memories have been temporarily wiped. His Healers are reluctant to tell him the identity of his mystery husband, thinking he’ll react badly. Oh, how wrong they are.

Thief by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​  [22k]

“Harry Potter will steal something precious from Draco Malfoy,” Draco said in a voice that didn’t sound like his own. “What?” Harry asked, confused.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

just started reading crismon rivers on AO3... i can't read anything else atm 😻

i am literally obsessed with trans remus ?? like pls i am DYING for more trans headcanon on the maraudeurs fandom ( specialy trans!regulus, marlene, evan, lily and remus ✊🏼 )

pls trans remus 😭😭😭

Yes. I am planning i am plotting and i am thinking about him ALL day EVERY day

I absolutely need to read this 😔

happy holidays 🥳

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based on @alarainai ‘s fic early morning, coffee cups !!! I rly adore this fic and have looked forward to read it every day GO CHECK IT OUT <33

I love them sm

Remus and James gift shopping for Sirius and Regulus and vice versa

I took a few creative liberties but this was SO MUCH FUN!

“This is impossible,” Regulus murmured, very tempted to slam his head against a nearby wall.

“James will like whatever you get him,” Sirius complained, throwing his hands up. “Remus is impossible! He only likes sweaters and books and he has a million of both!”

“Remus saves every single tissue you blow into. He’ll treasure whatever you wrap up. James has more money than he knows what to do with. What am I supposed to get him that he doesn’t already have?” Regulus shot back.

They both stood in the Muggle street, back-to-back, staring around the stores. 

“Why the fuck did we go to a Muggle shopping area?” Regulus griped after a moment of silence. 

Sirius shrugged helplessly. “It was supposed to be cute,” he murmured. “Like…original, or something.”

Regulus scoffed. “Let’s go,” he ordered decisively, and started dragging Sirius away.

But Sirius froze and pointed towards a small, brightly-decorated shop that looked like the advertising was aimed towards five-year-olds. “Reg, look!”

“Sirius…absolutely not.”

“C’mon, Reggie! It’s cute! Festive!”

“No, Sirius, I-”

“If you don’t come with me, I’ll tell James about that sweater you have stashed under your bed. You know, the one you stole from him and now you cuddle with every-” Sirius threatened, a devilish grin on his face.

“Fine!” Regulus agreed, trying not to turn pale. Asshole.

-

Two identical packages lay under the tree Christmas morning. One addressed to Remus and the other addressed to James. 

Regulus tried not to stare at them.

“Alright, these are for you two!” Sirius said happily, gesturing to the two boxes and then to Remus and James.

Regulus tried not to hit him.

Paper was torn. Boxes opened. And inside…

“....Mugs?”

Regulus could see Remus’s lips quiver as he tried not to smile at his mug. 

“We painted them, Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, with the air of a child finally able to discuss a very thrilling secret. 

It was true. Sirius had blackmailed Regulus into painting mugs together in a small pottery painting shop. The experience had been rather tortuous for Regulus- to curb Sirius’s energy was difficult in a normal setting, let alone a place with so many breakable items. Indeed, Sirius was still washing paint out of his hair.

“It’s beautiful, Padfoot,” Remus grinned, looking over his mug.

Sirius immediately glowed and began pointing out all of the things he had crammed onto the mug- pictures of wolves and dogs and stars and moons and books and chocolate and so much more, all looking as though a toddler had fingerpainted it. 

Remus, of course, looked no less than thrilled, nodding along and asking appropriate questions as Sirius prattled on.

James, however, was examining his mug with a very different expression.

Regulus had gone for a somewhat different approach. He’d painted the mug a deep black and painstakingly plotted out each of the stars on the Leo constellation, then taken hours to illustrate the constellation with the smallest brush he could find. The only star that was not white was Regulus- the heart of Leo.

“It’s you…and me…” Regulus explained softly to James, feeling very self-conscious. James stayed silent, turning the mug over and over in his hand, still staring. Regulus felt pressured to continue. “I know you don’t drink a lot of tea or coffee but Sirius insisted that this was original and I thought maybe this was an okay idea because, you know, you’re like the lion…because of Gryffindor…and I’m, you know…Regulus. Heart…of the lion…”

But then James looked up at him, tears in his eyes, and he trailed off, his stomach like lead. Did James hate it that much? Had he fucked up that bad? Oh, gods, was James going to break up with him? Fuck, fuck, fuck-

“It’s perfect,” James whispered reverently.

And damn, he looked amazed. He looked at Regulus like he was…in love.

And before he knew it, Regulus felt himself pulled into a kiss.

Keep sending requests, guys! I love them!

Reblog if

A) you're panromantic

B) you like cats

C) you wish you were a dragon

D) you're hanging on by a thred

But don't say which

diwk is finally complete!!! here's a snippet :)

Barty stirs as he hears footsteps behind him, and takes another sip of his beer.

It had been a horrendous evening. James and Evan had been flirting non-stop for the past few weeks and Barty was having to do everything in his power to not murder someone — by which he meant doing Regulus. And then to top it all off, they had performed a new song for the first time tonight which was clearly a love song from James to Evan.

Barty had had to help perform a love song from one of his best friends.

To the man he is in love with.

Who looked so, so hot on stage.

Who then snogged in front of him, and ran off to fuck each other.

Without him.

Barty was not having a good day.

At least Panda had sent Regulus and not him to go and find them, Barty didn’t particularly fancy adding burnt eyeballs to his ever growing list of why his life was terrible.

“Hey Reg, did you find the lovebirds?”, he asked as someone sat down beside him. Fucking idiots. Hot idiots. Fuck.

“Hey Barty. Reg found James and I, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Fic: Do I wanna know? by monet_ember on Ao3

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

"You’re so polite" thanks i was raised in constant fear of upsetting people.

I'm sorry but like, Afraid of Heights by Boygenius is SOOOO Evan and Reg from Crismon Rivers ?? I can't think of anything else rn