hogwarts burning

An Introduction to Viktuuri

The main fandom classics, and essential reading!

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (197k) Explicit
‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.
Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
Comment: Absolutely legendary fic in the fandom, but be warned, its like wading through a sea of angst and feelings. So many feelings.

Masquerade by Ashida (54k) Explicit
“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.
“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Excelsior by powerandpathos (77k (WIP)) Explicit
Yuuri wanted the reporters to leave knowing one thing: That he had found Viktor in a way that they had not; that Viktor was his in the same way that he was not theirs: utterly, entirely, completely.
Yuuri has won the Grand Prix, which was everything he thought he wanted. But for Yuuri, an end to skating could mean an end with Viktor, and when two female skaters approach them with an offer that could make them or break them, they are put to the test more than ever. Can they rise higher than they already have?

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Mistletoes & Wrackspurts

Part 3: If You Ever Wanna Be in Love (Complete)

“Finally! I mean, hi again… surprise?” Lottie had almost an innocent expression, but Louis wouldn’t be fooled by that.

Harry Styles was looking at him, nervously biting his lip, waving long fingers with different rings on them at him. “Hi?”

It had been more than three years since they last saw each other and there was Harry Styles at his fucking door again. Louis was fucked.

Part 3 of the Mistletoes & Wrackspurts series, or the one when a Holiday season together might be just what a wizard and a muggle with a too complicated past between them need to find each other again.

Author: @perfectdagger​ (sincerelyste and star_k)

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Word count: 119.3k (Complete)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Part 1: Every Little Thing He Does Is Magic

Part 2: Sick of Losing Soulmates (I Like You)

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Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run

Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by  waspabi

‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

Coven Witches in Hogwarts Houses...



Zoe Benson


Madison Montomery

Fiona Goode


Cordelia Foxx

Myrtel Snow


Misty Day


You and Seamus have been dating for a year and a half and due to his constant explosions you’ve taken to carrying wet wipes and burn cream in your book bag at all times. 
In potions after that unfortunate potion bomb you sat on the stool beside Seamus and gently wiped the ash on his face and hair. Using your make up pencil to draw on the parts of his eye brows that weren’t there at the moment and kissed his nose.
Applying the cream to his soft cheeks he huffed, mad that this always happened to him. 

“Sea, its alright to make mistakes”
“Easy for ya to say, you don’t burn your eye brows off every week”
“i don’t but i still love patching you up”
“Eh, why?”
“Because your absolutely adorable when your frustrated”

He rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh and folded his hand into yours and put the other hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a short but slightly rough kiss. You ran your hand threw his singed hair and rested it on the wool gryffindor sweater. Pressing foreheads together you smiled at each other, Love meant being there when the other was hurt, even if it was for a silly reason.
You loved him, burns and all.


Harry doesn’t talk about the war. It wasn’t always that way, and after the war it was all he would speak of, his head on her knees in the yard at the Borrow, tearing grass leaves to shreds. He would recall the battles and the colors and the scents of Hogwarts burning, do you remember that, Hermione? Of course she did, and she would nod and hum an ascent and brush his hair off his face like the small gesture could do something, like she could touch that scar of his and send some healing power she didn’t even possess into his skin and fix—anything. A preposterous notion, of course. But Hermione protects Harry. That’s what she does. Harry saves the Wizarding World and Hermione saves Harry and the world turns on its axis, unaware. (x)

Aftermath Afterthoughts

It’s far after midnight & I can’t sleep. Again.
The rain’s pouring softly against the window as mother moon kisses my skin. Cold. Harsh.
I feel the light, play with my left hand’s fingers in the air, move them smoothly - like in some wicked yet naive fairy dance. Pale skin, blue veins, some smaller scars. This moment; I try to capture it by closing my eyes & trying to memorise every detail:
The light in which here & there a dust particle follows its way through space, the blank mosaic that mirrors as shadows on my blanket. It’s so … peaceful. War is over. Voldemort lost for once & for ever.
I open my eyes. I see. I see it but I don’t want to. Pictures flashing in my mind. Dumbledore falling. Hogwarts burning. Harry in Hagrid’s arms.
I hate these memories. I did things I never should’ve done. This mark will be there. All the time. Reminding me of my failures. The war might be over, but it’s still inside me, in my head - fighting endless & pointless.
Wounds will heal anyway. The emptiness won’t get filled. I wish to erase my past, rewrite. It could’ve been different. It could’ve been with the right people. I … can’t understand why I did this; impressing my father, my mother? For whom & for what? My actions hurt. Not only me but others as well. Pressure forms coal into diamonds. I once have heard that from Hermione. Am I a diamond now? Hah! No. But who am I to blame rather then myself.
What do I want? I don’t know. Or I know but I’m just too cowardly to ask, too scared to just doing it. I shouldn’t let my past swallow me & spit me out again. Easier said than done - for sure. I want to be me but who is me anyway …
Harry knows who he is, even that Weasley boy. But I?
I so hate myself & I can’t show it to anyone. It’s always referring to ending up in that “stone cold grey-eyed ghostly-pale son of a deatheater”.
I have to be untouchable & unreachable. Always have to be distant, head held high. Why was I so easy to get influenced by wrong beliefs that shapes me into this … Monster. I am a monster. A true snake.
How often have I tried to wash, to scratch & to hex it away? Million times. I could cut it out, maybe that’ll help but .. I wouldn’t do it anyway.
I want to apologise. Apologise to Harry, Ron, Hermione, apologise to everyone I did wrong.
I feel misplaced, unable to cry, unable to breathe.
Unable to walk to him & tell him how I feel about him, ask him how I could do things better, what I could do so he accepts my apology.
He wouldn’t - I can’t even forgive myself. So how will he? How will anyone?
I love him.


Big thank you to @queenofthyme for encouraging me to post my first text-thingy-story-whatever 💜🌸

Reactions to Fruits


  • Apple - This is the best fruit you could ask for. Really good as long as they are not mushy 10/10
  • Pears: Weird  consistency, sweet. I have not actually eaten pears 5/10?
  • Orange: Really nice, love it. Also as good as the apple. 10/10


  • Apple: Very picky about my apples, they must be some of the pink kinds, never green or dark red, and must be CRISP! Bruised or soft and I won’t like it because then they are just trash. 8/10
  • Pears: Weird. And kinda meh, unless they are very juicy.  But apples are prefered. 5/10
  • Banana: Again, meh.  They are good for baking and sometimes tasty but if they bruised then they should DIE! Or be burned in Hell! (or bread).  4/10
  • Orange:  Delicious, the best kinds of fruit.  They are rarely ever bad.  I would eat them every day for breakfast or snack. 10/10
first arguement

Word Count: 440
Author: Ashlyn
Request: N/A
Warnings: N/A
Notes: This is terrible, I wrote it in about 30 minutes and had no idea what to write

He was spending more time with Ginny and not you. Even though you trusted Harry, you didn’t trust Ginny. To make it even worse, when you brought up the issue Harry tried to avoid it, making you even angrier.

You two were in Hogsmede when you slipped and fell, twisting your ankle in the process. Ron didn’t even tried to help you, he just laughed at you. Luckily, a few of your other friends came along and helped you to the Hospital Wing. You had been ignoring Ron all that week and he eventually confronted you about how ignored he felt, leading to an argument that left both of you in tears.

Draco had been ignoring you lately. You thought everything was great between you two, so you were very confused when Draco started ignoring you. When you confronted him, Draco ended up screaming at you. Then, he showed you his fresh dark mark.

You had just fallen victim to a Weasley prank and was covered in a mysterious, disgusting goo. You were beyond embarrassed and, naturally, you started screaming at Fred before storming off.

You had caught George and Angelina snogging under a tree along the Black Lake. You immediately broke up with George, but he wasn’t letting you go that easily. George followed you all the way back to your dorm, arguing with you all the way.

Seamus had blown up, yet again, another potion. And before you even thought about it, the words slipped out of your mouth, “Maybe you should give up potions before you burn down Hogwarts.” You said it as a joke, of course, but Seamus didn’t interpret it that way. This led to an intense, hour long argument between you two.

Neville had given you a beautiful flower for Valentines Day. But you had never been the best with plants, so the flower died very quickly. You tried to his this from Neville for as long as possible, but eventually he found out and was extremely angry. He ignored you for days but finally gave into your constant presence and begs for forgiveness.

Oliver was constantly playing quidditch and never payed attention to you anymore. You felt like he didn’t even love you anymore, and eventually confronted him, thus leading to a screaming battle between you two.

Marcus had a reputation as a womanizer, so when rumors sparked about him cheating on you, you weren’t sure if they were true or not. When you confronted him, he screamed at you how you should always trust him and he will always be loyal to you.

Fanfic rec

And here’s this week rec! I think it’ll be on the short side, but well… I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did ;)

Butterbeer by green_violin_bow

Mystrade, WIP. Oh, this is truly delightful. I really can’t understand why it doesn’t have more kudos on AO3. Mycroft and Greg bond during the Christmas break at Hogwarts. Slowish burn, real sweet, they’re both adorably oblivious. Or maybe just Mycroft, since the story runs from his POV :P

Best places to hide a body by Mirjamiarty (Mirjam)

Johnlock, complete, 4900 words. An alternate first meeting fic, in which Sherlock observes John looking for something (he’s not quite sure what), becomes intrigued (perhaps a tad too much), they eventually talk and they’re all too awkward ;) Sweet and funny.

The Lonely Scientist by yaycoffee

Johnlock, complete, 7500 words. This is so cute! Loosely based on the fairy tale: “The Elves and the Shoemaker”, John is an elf who helps keep Sherlock’s flat habitable while the detective sleeps. They still manage to fall in love :P So cute!

A World More Full of Weeping by Eva

Mystrade, complete, 24200 words. A magical AU story. Greg’s mom was a fairy, but he’s mostly human. His magical family however had a Marriage Debt with another fairy clan. Mycroft Holmes is calling in the debt. The worldbuilding is espectacular, Mycroft is adorable, Sherlock is a mess (but very endearing) and Greg is just perfect. Open ending, but hopeful.

And that’s it for now! They’re all very enjoyable works and I hope you’ll like them as much as I did ;)

You can find my other recs here.

And you can check my fics master list here.