Asked by miss-fifer
They couldn’t have chosen a better location for a picnic. Out by the lake they had found a wonderful little nook of trees where they were secluded from any wayward travelers. Harry had offered to cook, but Samara had taken it upon herself to prepare them a lovely lunch. It was so rare that the two got time alone; they sure weren’t going to find it at the Sanctuary, and every time they got cuddled up at their apartments, someone came and interrupted.
Well, good luck interrupting them now.
With such privacy for the first time, they took full advantage. Not just of the space, but of each other. In the wake they lay there, the sun just hitting the brim of the mountain range and casting the sky in a beautiful purple. Harry had never been happier, more content… more in love. Samara had become everything to him since they had started their relationship. She listened to him, helped him figure problems out, didn’t let him get away with too much bullshit… and in return he tried to treat her like the myth that she was.
Preciously. Passionately. Kindly.
Harry sat against the tree, Samara tucked between his legs and laying into his chest. The moment couldn’t be much more perfect.
Not until she looked up at him with that beautiful smile and said, “I love you, Harry.”
Harry’s smile exploded across his face, and his heart couldn’t be more full in that exact moment.
“I love you, too.”
Day 5 - Favorite House: Slytherin House
I’ve always been drawn to the pit of snakes. Perhaps because I’m such a social creature, I’ve known I’ve always wanted to do something great. The idea of a house that tests your cunning, your ambition and puts your mettle to the test… it just sounds amazing.
A friend you make in Slytherin, if he is a true one, is one you know will always have your back.
Asked by Anonymous
“Stay away from my daughters, Potter. If I catch you even looking at them, I’ll rip your throat out.” That was no idle threat when delivered by Overcast, someone who repeatedly thought Volvo beatings were the equivalent to ruler-slapping. Honestly, Harry should of thought about the people that hold themselves as guardians of the two girls he had been secretly shagging for weeks now.
It was only a matter of time til they were caught. Of course, Harry didn’t think he’d get caught with both girls at once in the back of some car they had stolen. Grand theft auto really got Jana hot, after all. However, they hadn’t expected Overcast to be walking by… and that vampire probably hadn’t expected to see Livewires face pressed up against the window of the back window.
So the three of them were standing there, getting the living hell tore out of them by Overcast. Harry was lucky he wasn’t already dead, it might be because both of the girls were still there. However, Harry never was good at keeping his mouth shut.
“That isn’t going to be happening. Jana and I have a date tonight.” He grinned over at the cyborg lass, her own gaze locking back on his… begging for a second go.
The effect was immediate. Overcast was on top of Harry in an instant, her hand around his throat and slamming him into the building wall behind him. His feet weren’t even within a foot of the ground by the time she began choking him. Damn she was strong. However, Harry wasn’t defensless.
Immediately both Jana and Livewire were on top of Overcast, their combined strength overpowering her as they pulled her away. Harry hit the ground, breathing harshly. He was lucky, she was about to crush his throat into a pretty gory mess.
Overcast struggled against the girls, but refused to use her full strength against her precious children. However, her children had changed… been changed by the handsome and manipulative wizard that stood up to his full height. “Mom! Leave Harry alone! We love him!” The vampire looked at the two of them, their eyes full of anger and intensity. “NO! Him? He’s a cocky little piece of trash. He’s no good for either of you.” With a shove she pushed both girls off of her, her eyes landing on Harry, “YOU! I’m going make you wish you were never born.”
She was fast, however Harry had been expecting it now. His hand was up and pressed against her chest as her hands were just a fraction of an inch from his throat. Instantly her body seized up as an intangible force spread through his touch and into her body. She fell to the ground, paralyzed and seething.
“Overcast… can’t you see this just isn’t going to work?” There was that cocky arrogant smirk. Harry hunched down, his head hovering over hers. “We love each other.” Oh, she could just see by the laughter in his eyes he didn’t love those girls. No… he was playing the longer game. Overcast could fill her body struggle against his magic, but it was impossible to break free.
Then Jana and Livewires faces came into view, “Yeah, mom,” Jana chimed in, “we love him. If you won’t let us be with Harry, we’re leaving.” Livewire nodded along, reaching over and taking Harry’s hand. “Please mommy.”
Harry grinned wickedly, reaching down and running a finger along Overcasts lips. The feeling sent shivers down her spine, her entire person repulsed by him. However, she found movement was restored to her in that remote location. “No! I forbid it. Can’t you see he’s just using you?”
Oh, but the damage of Harry’s machinations had been completed. The girls were trapped, and Overcast knew it. Her heart was breaking… her girls had chosen him over her. It was so obvious, so gut wrenching. “Girls… please. I’m your mother. I love you, listen to me.”
The wizard stood up, looking down at Overcast with that same mocking gaze. Lording his victory over her. The girls followed, standing by his side. Livewire spoke first, “No, you aren’t. Harry will take care of us.” She hugged his side, and Jana mimicked her, “He’ll take better care of us then you. He loves us more then you ever could.”
With that they began walking away; leaving Overcast laying there.
Shamed. Defeated. Crying.
Asked by Anonymous
Friendship. It’s all Harry had ever wanted when it came to the handsome man sitting next to him. However, that wasn’t what was meant for the two unsung heroes. No, they could never be friends.
They were destined for so much more.
“This has been an amazing day, Leo.” Harry’s voice was happy, filled with delight. Leo had been such a gentlemen, treating Harry to a day out at the amusement park. Harry had a super huge teddy bear tucked into his robes that Leo had won for him at some shooting game. The wizard had marveled at Leo’s accuracy… but it wasn’t just bullseyes that Leo had hit so consistently.
No, he had also hit Harry’s heart.
Now they sat together on a bench at the end of the pier, fireworks exploding as the night came to a close. Leo smiled over at Harry, not saying a thing as he moved over til they were pressed against each other. His arm came up, and scooped around Harry’s shoulders.
They just sat there… content and enthralled. Something was happening that neither could explain, but neither could deny.
How had it come to this? In all of his days Harry would have never predicted that he would have Livewire, of all people, pressed up against a wall. His lips attached to hers as he kissed those rough chitinous plates that made up the curve of what could have been delicate and plush human lips. He had told her once, a million times, stop coming to him as a fucking troll. His eyes were smoldering, her form crafting the sympathic bond of the black romance with him, and causing everything he kept repressed to come flooding forward.
Even as her troll body infuriated him, it created desire. Hate became want.
Her claws ran through his hair, and then yanked hard. He was practically a ragdoll in her arms, her troll form affording her more strength then his puny human body could ever summon. However, his magic was stronger than anything she could hope to bolster with her mental abilities. Instantly power was summoned, chains leaping out of the wall and wrapping around her and yanking her back in.
“Why do you make me do this?” His eyes were filled with emerald flames as he tightened the chains, her body struggling against their tight metal bite. “You show up looking like this. You think this turns me on?” He lifted a hand, slapping her across the face. He knew she could handle it. He reached down, his hand gripping her shirt and ripping it clean off of her body.
“Well, it does.” He grinned, the chains poofing into smoke as he grabbed her by the waist, and slammed her into the bed behind him. He crawled across her, his lips dancing across the plates of her body. His hands working furiously as he removed their pants the old fashioned way.
Passion. Lust. Wrong.
Damn this was wrong, in far too many ways. They had been like this for months now; barely able to keep their hands to themselves. In Sanctuary they may play distant friends, but when everyone’s attention shifted, their eyes locked in lust. They knew if they were ever seen, it would be over. This delicate bubble crafted of carnal desire would shatter.
“Take me Harry… do it hard, magic man!” Damn did she have a way of getting him charged up. He felt adrenaline course through his body, anticipation for that plunge sending every nerve into a state of rabid anticipation.
Oh… this was going to be good.
- Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.
- Leave a “Love Me” in my ask and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.
- Leave a “Break Me” in my ask and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.
- Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in my ask and I’ll write our characters kissing.
(Feel free to request multiples!)
((It wouldn’t be canon stuff, but I sure as hell would love to see what you all would like.))
Day 4 - Favorite Ship - Dumbledore / Grindelwald
When JK came out and announced that Dumbledore was a homosexual, I wasn’t the least bit surprised. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I knew she was going for that sort of flamboyant/eccentric/happy “gay” personality when she made Dumbledore. Not only that, but the way he talks to men and women is different. When it came to his mentionings of Grindelwald, it only cemented it for me.
There’s a love there. Sure, it’s not your classic “ship”, especially because this one went up in flames, but it was a romance all the same. One that both of the characters acknowledged in their own way.
They sat in silence for a long time, and the whimperings of the creature behind them barely disturbed Harry anymore.
At last he said, “Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort going after the wand. He lied, you know, pretended he had never had it.”
Dumbledore nodded, looking down at his lap, tears still glittering on the crooked nose.
“They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that it is true. I would like to think he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends … to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow …”
“… or maybe from breaking into your tomb?” suggested Harry, and Dumbledore dabbed his eyes.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; chapter 35: King’s Cross
Day 3 - Favorite Movie:
It’s not that surprising that my favorite movie also happens to be my favorite book. For all the reasons that this is my favorite book, correlates right to the film. This is the movie where you see Harry truly grow, and for the first time actually lose something.
I must admit, this is also the movie that made me start disliking all of the movies. Why? Michael Gambon. The man is an award winning actor, and truly superb at what he does on stage and screen. However, it’s as if when he took on the role of Dumbledore he decided to just go, “Fuck it.” He runs around, he screams, he gets overly emotional at every scene. Dumbledore is a calm and collected individual, barely showing any emotion even in his most intimate of moments. Richard Harris had Dumbledore down to a peg, but unfortunately he went on to the next great adventure before he could give us the full show.
Asked by Anonymous
Purple: Who was your last kiss?
No brainer on this one. Samara.
Asked by Anonymous
Green: Share a family story.
You need to understand, my family is rather… limited. I could speak about the Durselys, but that entire story would be filled with viciousness and petty maliciousness. Or I could talk about the family I choose. Bill, Kwan, and Hack.
How about Hack. The first time I met him.
I met him on the coast of Brazil. He was tossing rocks into the ocean, and sad. See, in Jungle Troll society, the further you can toss a stone, the more ladies you impress with your strength. Hack was small in troll society, so he couldn’t throw as far as the bigger trolls.
So, I suggested he throw smaller rocks.
Something about that simple answer, made Hack so happy that we instantly became best friends. I could of done without the graphic talk about what he was going to do with the lady trolls, but… you tolerate the oddest things for your family.