snitches & stitches

a collection of my hp fic ideas

[stardustfanfare-archived]

what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke

[fellshish]

When you get an unexpected uptick of kudos/comments/bookmarks on an old fic and it’s like… who recced it and where…. please….. i need to send a flower basket and include them in my will…….

[byjove]

writing historical fiction will make you google things like “when we’re towels invented?” “how much did a towel cost in American in 1885?” “historical average number of towels owned per household”

[ao3commentoftheday]

Thanks for giving me a chance ❤

[spillsnchills]

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no

[kvothbloodless]

all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you

[phdmama]

I want to read a fic exacly like my most beloved favorite fics but also NEW and DIFFERENT. but also the same. 

[snitchesandstitcheswrites]

He allows the presence to get closer, closer…

Harry grabs at the arm that peeks around the curtain⁠—there’s a yelp and a flurry of swears⁠—and uses that leverage slam a squirming ginger against the shower wall, pinning him place with a forearm across his collarbone.

“George,” he says evenly, not at all surprised by the quarry he’s caught. “Which part of ‘I’ve been living in an active warzone’ made you think it’d be a good idea to sneak up on me in the shower?”

“Huh,” George says, unusually meek. He’s already soaked to the skin, his t-shirt and pajama pants clinging wetly to his frame as the spray from the shower continues to fall overhead. “I’ll admit, this might not’ve been the most well-thought out of pranks.”

Harry considers him for a long moment. He holds out his free hand and sure enough, a potion vial flies into it, dropped at some point during the brief scuffle.

“And what’s this supposed to do?” he asks. Glass vial, pale blue liquid, pink reflect, no time to brew so he already had it in his possession…

“It’s just a hair color potion,” George swears. “Innocent as they come!”

“Bit tame for you lot, though, isn’t it?” Harry muses, lifting a brow. 

“We thought you could do with a bit of a laugh,” George explains, a touch put out. “‘S’not like we’re trying to hurt you. In hindsight, we could’ve⁠—” He glances down towards where Harry’s still got his arm pinned across his chest, then glances lower. “—could’ve gone about it better,” he finishes, his voice not unlike a squeak.

Despite himself, Harry feels the corner of his mouth twitch up. “Hmm.”

Knowing better than to take his eyes off his target⁠—especially when that target’s a Weasley twin⁠—Harry lifts the vial to his mouth, uncorking it with his teeth.

“Just a color change?” he checks.

George swallows; Harry can feel his throat flex under his hold. 

“Just a color change,” he confirms. 

“Cheers, then,” Harry says, and downs the potion in one gulp. He doesn’t feel it take effect, which tracks with what he remembers, but a quick glance up tells him that his fringe has turned a vibrant shade of purple.

George is watching him with wide, almost fascinated eyes. “...Suits you,” he eventually says.

“Thanks,” Harry says with a wolfish grin. “Now get out of my shower.”