coming out

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise. (Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.) AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP REPOSTING THIS ON WATTPAD. I DO NOT WANT IT ON WATTPAD. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON WATTPAD.

A complete rewrite of Book Seven with a darker and more dangerous outlook on war. Mostly Hermione-centric. Mostly follows canon but provides a different look at how the relationships in HP could have formed had Hermione realized that she and Ron did not fit well together and that Harry, her best friend, was really what she was looking for the whole time. The story of what could have happened between Harry and Hermione in the Deathly Hallows after Ron leaves. Features added subplots, alt POVs, OC characters, and a gritty and realistic view of the war. HHR is the main pairing, but this fic is about more than just their relationship. It is a fully developed story about the war following Hermione and her allies through the fight. ‘So why are you still here?’ Harry asked Ron.‘Search me,’ said Ron.‘Go home then,’ said Harry.‘Yeah, maybe I will!’ shouted Ron, and he took several steps towards Harry, who did not back away. **This fic contains mature content, explicit language, and is dark in nature. PLEASE READ THE TAGS. If you are looking for nothing but fluff, you will not find it here.* COMPLETE

Charlie Spring has been a physical therapist for the Leeds Badgers professional rugby team for two years. At the start of his third season, Nick Nelson is traded to the Badgers and both Nick and Charlie's worlds are turned upside down. Here it is, the Heartstopper x Sweater Weather crossover nobody but me clamored for! You do not need to read SW to read this fic. However, if you HAVEN'T read lumosinlove’s Sweater Weather (and Coast to Coast, and, well, everything), you absolutely should, because it is a remarkable piece of writing (as well as its own standalone AU). There will be parallels and divergences from both Heartstopper and Sweater Weather in this story. Do I know a ton about rugby? Nope! Do I live in England? I sure don't. Will I get a lot of things just wrong enough to be annoying? Definitely! Will there be science facts at the end of each chapter? I can’t help it. Enjoy the ride.

One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means. Alex very narrowly does not break something. (When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that? Yes, it's a You've Got Mail AU.)

Sanji was panicking. He was stuck on an island he didn't know, surrounded by people he didn't understand, forced to wear something he didn't enjoy... ...and apparently realising he didn't know as much about himself as he assumed. Only problem was the fact that of all people who could have lead him to that discovery, it somehow ended up being an ex-warlord, Sir Crocodile. -------An alternative version of how things could have gone at Kamabakka, with Sanji struggling with internalized transphobia and Crocodile wondering why he had even let himself get involved in this mess.

"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face. Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally. Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling. "W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks. "I've come to rescue you, of course!"

“Eddie?" Steve sounds sleep-rough even to his own ears. "What’s up, man? It’s like, midnight.” “I know, I know, sorry, just—“ Eddie takes a breath. “David proposed to me.” Steve feels the world tilt on its axis. “Oh.” “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I said?” Softly, Steve asks, “What did you say?” “I said yes.” (Or, Steve and Eddie navigate their twenties together and apart. Eventually, something has to give.)

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

“Are you a manifestation of my subconscious?” Eddie asks, tentatively shuffling closer to the wolf. He sways a little, stage-whispering, “What are you trying to tell me?” He knows the pills he took were strong but, well - he didn’t think they were ‘hallucinate a giant dog’ strong. (Or, the one where Steve turns into a wolf and befriends Eddie Munson.)

Zeff never expected to have a son in the first place. In all fairness, he also never expected to end up starving on a rock and then open a restaurant with a bunch of incompetent idiots, so maybe life was just full of suprises like that. Except, apparently, now he has a daughter. Well, damn. ___ Aka, transfem Sanji being out and about and forgetting to mention it to Zeff. Angry phone calls follow.

Look, Alex Claremont-Diaz might be many things; a caffeine addict, a bit of a slob (yes he will pick up some of the clothes on the floor and throw out his old notes sometime), an avid list maker (even this itself is a list, see, point proven), a stubborn motherfucker, professional insomniac… But one thing he’s not is an idiot. Sometimes he gets a little bit oblivious, he can admit to that much, it might take him some time to figure things out. Like why he wasn’t welcomed at June and Nora’s sleepovers sometimes or how they had this weird connection between them and what it meant. But he gets there eventually, okay? So it took him some time, well it should have been obvious from his first reaction to Henry’s ’But we were ever so careful, dear’ message, giggling into his phone like a fucking tennager, but he is now very well aware of the fact that he is into Henry. And reluctantly he can admit that it might not be purely physical attraction, he may or may not be harboring some feelings towards the unnecessarily charming asshole as well. OR What would happen if Alex figured out he was bisexual and attracted to Henry before the New Year's Eve Party.