I’m Not The Biggest Fan Of Jegulus, But Damn, This Art Is Breathtaking 💗

That scene was so cathartic, god

after Sirius’ death.

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(book scene) “I don’t want to talk about how I feel, all right?” “Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human–” “THEN–I–DON’T–WANT–TO–BE–HUMAN!” Harry roared. (HP5, The Lost Prophecy)

BEAUTIFUL

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PLEASE PLEASE YOU NEED TO READ THIS FIC.

I’m getting sucked back to the Drarry spiral omg.

I read this fic with the dumbest smile on my face for the entirety of it. It’s hilarious, it’s hot, they’re both dumb cops. Ughhh I love them. Both Draco and Harry are so sassy on this one, they banter so much they have the whole DMLE *exhausted*. Their boss is DONE. He wants to sack them but these two idiots just don’t care. They’re soooo horny for each other.

Also, those small moments of vulnerability and introspection Harry goes through are beautiful. They balance the fic so much. It’s a romantic comedy, but also an incredibly realistic portrayal of normal life…like? Aside from the fact that they live in the magical world of course. Harry’s pondering on the war, on his friends and on feeling lonely just made it a hundred times better.

Anyways, read it 😾

This one scene was so iconic to me and i couldnt get it out of my head so i drew it quick in a feral state.

(Rookie moves by peu a peu)

Bottom Tom Riddle

✨ Tom Riddle and the Quest for Vulnerability / 15k /

They found him in an old house, under the stairs. His face was pale and instantly recognisable.

aka

Auror Harry Potter has eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle bent over the table barely a day after he becomes his ward.

THE bottom Tom Riddle fic. SO SO HOT

✨ In Your Soul is Sealed a Pleasure / 22k / “So confident,” Voldemort murmured, “to be waiting here alone, this late at night.” He let a little menace seep into his tone.

The man merely smiled in return, cocky. “Oh, is this a bad area?” he said. “I hadn’t realised, what with the lack of streetlights and the not-so-distant screams. Silly me.”

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Harry’s been sent back in time, but he’s still not worked out what it is about this specific moment that gives him the best chance to change things for the better. All he’s managed to do so far is talk to an oddly intense man in an alley and try not to get mugged.

The characterization is amazing, both Harry and Voldemort. They’re ridiculously hot and powerful, and it shows. Loved how obsessed Voldemort was with Harry.

✨A moment of your time / 10k / “I think... it’s best if you go home,” Minister Potter says softly. Tom hears the threat underneath, gentled by the man’s compassion and empathy. Go home, it says. Leave this be.

Tom feels sixteen again, discontent and disregarded. He hates it. He won’t stand for it. “And if I refuse to?” Refuses this refusal of his person. This denial of what lies between them, the mystery of those unreadable eyes, the hum of danger that dances over Tom’s skin like pinpricks of static. He has waited too long for this opportunity to slip away from him.

Hooooot

✨ A matter of Perspective / 6k / Potter shakes his head before Tom is even done talking. “I... Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with this. I can’t have sex with you. It’s... physically impossible.”

Tom frowns. “Physically impossible? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I said. I can’t have sex with you. Or anyone, really. It just doesn’t work. Don’t look at me like that, it’s the truth!”

Tom curls his lips. “Fine, if you don’t want to help me through my heat, then I suppose I’ll be gone for a while. We’ll just have to hope that the ministry won’t fall apart in the meantime.”

✨ Prizefighter / 11k / Dolohov can predict his tastes now.

Marvolo eyes up the caged, muzzled street-mongrel in his basement. Dolohov's men have done a number on him, sure, and he looks battered. But Marvolo can spot a fighter when he sees one.

And those green eyes.

"Twelve Galleons." He makes his bid. "Put him in the rings."

✨ as long as you come home to me / 5k /

What Tom Riddle and Harry Potter have is not a relationship. It is an arrangement, one where Tom comes and goes as he pleases and takes whatever he wants. Harry seems to understand without being told what to do. He sends expensive gifts to Tom’s flat: endless sweets, luxurious clothes, and rare magical baubles.

Tom provides in return. He provides a shoulder to cry on and a hole to fuck.

✨ Karma’s a bitch / 4k / Tom betrays Harry. Harry’s not happy about it.

✨ Cane Sugar / 14k

Euphoria, invincibility, power — there’s nothing quite like the rush Tom gets when he’s high on cocaine. Nothing, perhaps, except for being with Harry, who also happens to be his dealer.

“Have you ever had one of your clients suck you off, Harry?”

Breath came in shallow bursts as Tom pulled Harry's pants down to mid-thigh. Harry shook his head, his cock springing free just as Tom ran his fingers down the length. When he opened his eyes, he was looking up at the ceiling. “No one’s had the nerve to offer.”

“They mustn’t have wanted it enough.” Tom’s hand was wrapped around his cock, and Harry could feel his breath against the tip, fanning over in soft, quick huffs. Harry’s hand tightened in his hair.

✨ Hit ‘N Run / 17k / His eyes skated over the crisp lines of the stranger's bespoke robes- decidedly fancy evening wear to be clubbing in- and the large black stone set into an ugly gold ring on his middle finger. No other bands- perhaps he was unmarried, or looking to hide it.

Completely sugar-daddy material. Rich, hot and interested.

Harry threw back his drink and leaned towards the other man.

Seventeen was a ripe age for mistakes.

✨ Quid Pro Quo / 3k / Tom is a billionaire financier and buys an entire football club for the sole purpose of signing Harry Potter—the best up-and-coming striker in the British Premier League—to his team. After all, Harry has been the singular focus of Tom’s obsession for the past 20 years.

Creepy stalker Tom, we love to see it

good evening folks

so

that’s a Secret History fic. It’s gay. Very gay. But then again we have some Judy and Richard moments cause Jude’s a queen and I love her

auror partner drarry sketches from a while back

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Exploring Harry’s trauma

Ginny suddenly twirled around to face Gracie, waving her arms around. “You saw that guy didn’t you? The one that came with me?”

Gracie nodded slowly, afraid of angering her any further.

“He is handsome isn’t he? I saw you looking at him.”

She flushed, not meeting Dudley’s eyes over Ginny’s shoulder.

“He doesn’t look like he’d be scared of many things don’t you think? He’s a, what? Policer? Police man? Is that how you say it?” She ran a hand through her hair, messing up her ponytail.

“He’s seen a lot of scary shit, believe me, stuff that would give anyone on their right mind nightmares for days.”

Ginny turned around towards Dudley again, clenching her fists. “Yet you know he gets panic attacks when he’s in cramped places? The strongest man I know, and he can’t stand to be in dark small rooms for more than a few minutes”

Dudley flinched again, and Gracie felt bile climb to her throat. Jesus Christ, what on Earth was happening?

“You know that man? The man that is so nonchalant about his own well being that he’ll spend a whole day without eating if no one reminds him?”

Gracie saw guilt flash in Dudley’s eyes, and she knew Ginny saw it too. She was praying on him like a cat prays on his food.

“Oh, but you know why already don’t you? You know the reason his eating habits were so fucked up as a child they carried onto his adulthood. The guy that is so terrified-”

Her voice cracked, and she took on a deep breath before continuing.

“So terrified of being a father given he never received love as a child. Terrified that when the time comes he won’t know how to give it back. The guy that still has a scar on his sternum from when you and your friends pushed him down the school stairs.” Ginny’s voice was a poisonous hiss, getting Dudley to turn a shade paler with every word.

She stopped right in front of him, breathing harshly. She took something out of her pocket, a piece of paper maybe, and slammed it against his chest.

You could hear a pin drop. Gracie thought with a touch of hysteria on Petunia’s red face when Dudley snapped at her. If she carefully stepped around Ginny to get inside and dry off would she notice? Would she kill her with all the righteous fury of an avenging angel?

After a couple of seconds of excruciating silence she spoke again, softer this time.

“That’s his address. I know you were a kid, and I know you shouldn’t carry your parents’ sins, but if you’re just a bit sorry for what your family did to him, you’ll get in touch, and you’ll apologize for everything.”

She backed away, clenching and unclenching her fists.

“It's the least you can do.”

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my babies

Incredibly random me drawing this because I friend challenged me to do it 🤷🏻‍♀️

JESUS

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

Stop this is so perfect

i have this headcanon (that’s literally my roman empire rn) that harry ron and hermione have a way of instantly calming each other down if one of them is panicking

harry’s the center cus he’s.. got the most issues let’s be honest

but they have a secret hand gesture that they make to the other two when panicking, putting their hand on their chest and rubbing in circles (please in sign)

ron will slide behind harry and wrap his arms around his waist, and hermione will come to his front and bury her head in his neck, and everything else won’t matter anymore

it’s something about ron holding him and hermiones hair being in his face, her scent enveloping his senses and he just feels.. safe. like nothing else matters

his two people are here and everything is going to be okay