The goal of this challenge is to create more LGBTQ+ themed works, for any fandom or ship. There is no word minimum or limit, fanart & other media is welcome, as long as you follow the prompts!
Submit to the collection!
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It gets me every fucking time 😭
It gets me every fucking time 😭
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... means there's words missing
*** means several lines are missing
everything between [] is an editorial supposition
* means there's a line missing
... means there's words missing
*** means several lines are missing
everything between [] is an editorial supposition
The goal of this challenge is to create more LGBTQ+ themed works, for any fandom or ship. There is no word minimum or limit, fanart & other media is welcome, as long as you follow the prompts!
Submit to the collection!
archiveofourown.org/collections/...
The goal of this challenge is to create more LGBTQ+ themed works, for any fandom or ship. There is no word minimum or limit, fanart & other media is welcome, as long as you follow the prompts!
Submit to the collection!
archiveofourown.org/collections/...
archiveofourown.org/works/74730011
#owlhouse #theowlhouse #fanfiction
“So you and Theo are roommates?” Hermione asked, arms crossed, brow arched in that /I already know the truth/ way he hated.
“Yes, Granger, we are,” Draco said stiffly. “Our budgets were a bit tight after the war.”
“In a one-bedroom flat?”
From Vine to historical documents, queer couples have been hidden under the simple label "roommates" for centuries. Sometimes for safety, sometimes out of ignorance and homophobia, sometimes for comedic effect. It's an easy way to hide the truth without lying.
archiveofourown.org/works/733948...
archiveofourown.org/works/733948...
You.
Keep making things
The world needs it
You.
Keep making things
The world needs it
The first time Hermione kissed Pansy, she knew.
Knew it wasn’t a phase.
Knew it wasn’t confusion or impulse or curiosity.
Knew it was something permanent — the kind of truth that settles into your bones and refuses to be ignored.
And she knew it would cost her.
Cost them.
Sometimes being ourselves costs us people we love, people we would otherwise fight with all our might to keep in our lives.
The first time Hermione kissed Pansy, she knew.
Knew it wasn’t a phase.
Knew it wasn’t confusion or impulse or curiosity.
Knew it was something permanent — the kind of truth that settles into your bones and refuses to be ignored.
And she knew it would cost her.
Cost them.
As complicated as her mind makes it up to be, it comes down to two options: being happy or making them happy.
She once thought they were one and the same, but she can't be happy without Hermione, and she can't make her parents happy without marrying a man.
Sometimes being ourselves costs us people we love, people we would otherwise fight with all our might to keep in our lives.
As complicated as her mind makes it up to be, it comes down to two options: being happy or making them happy.
She once thought they were one and the same, but she can't be happy without Hermione, and she can't make her parents happy without marrying a man.
With her large family, there could only be so much birthdays where she'd take feeling like they grieved losing her while she was still alive, all for choosing to be with a witch.
She still had hope they'd change—𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺.
But today would be spent flying with her girl.
Sometimes being ourselves costs us people we love, people we would otherwise fight with all our might to keep in our lives.
With her large family, there could only be so much birthdays where she'd take feeling like they grieved losing her while she was still alive, all for choosing to be with a witch.
She still had hope they'd change—𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺.
But today would be spent flying with her girl.
She took a few moments to watch and take her in.
Ginny sat steadily but her eyes stared as if the piece was moving infront of her.
When she joined her at the bench, she sat close.
Not as close as they would've wanted,
but close enough for now.
She took a few moments to watch and take her in.
Ginny sat steadily but her eyes stared as if the piece was moving infront of her.
When she joined her at the bench, she sat close.
Not as close as they would've wanted,
but close enough for now.
You are now aware of me.
You are now aware of me.
Here's mine 👉👈
(If you can come up with an even weirder pair, chances are I'll love it, as you can see lol)
Here's mine 👉👈
(If you can come up with an even weirder pair, chances are I'll love it, as you can see lol)
This year, I wanted to share the tradition of an Advent Calendar with all winter-themed prompts and a space for your Wishlist.
It's low-key, but if anyone wants to gift someone something, they get an idea.
Feel free to share! ✨
#hpfanfiction
#hprarepairs
This year, I wanted to share the tradition of an Advent Calendar with all winter-themed prompts and a space for your Wishlist.
It's low-key, but if anyone wants to gift someone something, they get an idea.
Feel free to share! ✨
#hpfanfiction
#hprarepairs
Chapter 10 of A Matter of Compatibility is posted!
Enjoy, freaks! 🔥
archiveofourown.org/works/684686...
Chapter 10 of A Matter of Compatibility is posted!
Enjoy, freaks! 🔥
archiveofourown.org/works/684686...