ATTENTION- THIS IS STRICKLY FICTIONAL (NOT REAL). I'M FULLY AWARE THAT HARRY HAS NOT CAME OUT AS BISEXUAL AND WANTS TO BE UNLABLED. I ENJOY BI HARRY FANFICS BUT THERE ARE NOT MANY OUT THERE SO I DECIDED TO WRITE ONE. ALSO THE TRAITS I WILL BE CONCIDERING AS BISEXUAL TRAITS ARE FULLY DEPENDENT ON THE INDIVIDUAL. I HATE STEREOTYPING. JUST KEEP IN MIND THAT JUST BECAUSE HARRY DOES THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY THAT IT DOESN'T MAKE SOMEONE BISEXUAL OR EVEN GAY. LASTLY I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT I'M NOT BISEXUAL MYSELF BUT THE IDEA OF BEING WITH A MAN WHO IS, IS A TURN ON. NOT IN A FETISH TYPE WAY. JUST THE VULNERABILITY AND OPENNESS OF ENJOYING EITHER WOMEN OR MEN IS INCREADIBE TO ME. THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY.
Harry told me early on into our relationship that he was bisexual. He was so nervous that I would leave him, but it just made me fall more in love with him. He told me late one night about 6 months into dating, on his couch. The second he told me, Harry broke down into real raw tears. The first time I'd seen Harry actually cry. Yeah I'd seen him cry during sappy movies but this was so much more than that. These tears had fear in them. Fear that I would leave him. They had vulnerability in them for being so open. But also a weight was lifted off his chest, just happy to tell me. I held Harry in my arms and cried with him, telling him how much I loved him and that this doesn't change anything. That I loved him just as much.
Only a few people in Harrys life knew he was bisexual. His close family. His close friends. That was it. If it got out in the media, the internet would have gone wild. Of course there were many rumors about his sexuality. Most of them being that he's gay. For the longest time he actually thought he might be gay. He had a lot of 'gay tendencies': painted nails, feminine clothes, pearl necklaces. But he also had very 'mainly tendencies' like watching football and drinking beer with the lads. Harry was just so conflicted all his life. Not knowing what he was. That's until the age of 18. One of his school friends came out as bisexual and that's when it clicked for him. He liked both male and females and he was okay with that. He excepted that part of him. He was more worried about what others would say or think. His family was very supportive. His friends were too. They never treated Harry differently knowing that they were straight and he was sexually attracted to them. Well not so much them specifically because they were more like brothers, but the male species as a whole.
Being in sexual relationships were on a new level of fear for Harry. Fear that when he was having sex with a guy, that the guy would try and convince him he's actually just gay. Or the fear that any women he had sex with would say he wasn't manly enough for them. Needless to say, Harry kept his sexuality a secret from most of his one night stands or short term relationships. He just didn't feel the need to tell them unless they asked specifically if he was bi or not.
Me and Harry meet at a local club in London a few years back. He was with his bandmates at the time. I was by myself because my boyfriend of 2 years just broke up with me. I was devastated and needed to escape reality. That meant drink until my body went numb. Unfortunately for me though, I wasn't that much of a drinker so my body rejected the alcohol pretty fast. I stumbled onto the London streets trying to get fresh air but ended up puking my guts out in a near by bin. Harry just so happened to be outside at that moment and saw the whole thing before his eyes. He rushed over to me and pulled my hair back to prevent more vomit from getting in it. Then he asked if I was alright and who I was with. I told him I came there alone so he insisted I come back to his place. Because my brain was fuzzy from the alcohol, I didn't hesitate one bit. Harry set up his guest room for me and helped me to bed that night. Something I'm forever grateful for. If it wasn't for him, I could've been kidnapped and raped by a stranger on the streets. When I woke up the next day, I realized who's house I was in. All of the music awards on the shelf in the room I stayed in gave it away. I was never a big fan of One Direction, no reason in particular, so I didn't act like a fangirl would have. Before I left his house, he gave me his number to call if I ever needed someone to talk to. Considering he was an international popstar and all, he sure was the most genuine person I'd ever meet. Taking care of a complete stranger and even giving them his phone number. I never thought I'd actually call him though. Or even see him again, but about a week later, I ran into him at a local coffee shop and we started talking form there. The rest was history.
We hung out all the time. He invited me to a few One Direction concerts. Even had sex a few times. Amazing sex I might add. It truly was great. Even though at the time, I had to remain secret from the public. More so said by Harry then his management. Mainly to keep me safe and out of the media knowing how private I liked to be. Three months of seeing each other and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was thrilled. Then six months into our relationship, Harry realized how serious our relationship was becoming. That we both had strong feeling for each other. So that's when Harry decided to tell me he was bisexual. On his couch. Late one night. He wanted to get it out of the way so he didn't have to hide that part of himself with me. So he could be himself around me. If I excepted him that was and of course I did.
Approximately two years after dating, Harry purposed. He was basically shitting bricks the whole time, but he did it. I didn't hesitate one second before I said yes. We were in love. At this point, the media had found me and Harry out. Most of his fans adored me. Some said our relationship was fake. And others just flat out said I was keeping Harry closeted, not allowing him to be gay. But I knew the truth. I knew he was bisexual, not gay. I never doubted his sexuality one bit. Especially how he devoured my body when we made love. Any gay person would probably gag at the sight of a women's pussy. Not Harry. It was his favorite part of my body. A year after Harry filmed the movie Dunkirk (2017), we got married. It was a small wedding. Just close family and friends invited. It was perfect.
Now here we are in the current year of 2021 and we're still going strong. A few fights here and there, but because both Harry and I have too big of hearts, we always feel bad after fighting and immediately apologize to one another. The media had tried to split us up multiple times but it's never been successful. Our love for each other is too strong and everlasting.
Just because Harry is in a happy, loving heterosexual relationship, doesn't mean he feels completely secure about his sexuality all the time. In the beginning of our relationship, Harry tried to completely throw away any 'bisexual' tendencies he had even though he knew I supported him. For instance, there was many times Harry wanted to paint his nails but didn't. Or would refrain from gushing over sexy guys in movies we watched together. That's when I noticed he was becoming depressed. He stopped writing music. He would disengage in activities we tried to do together. Even pushed me away when I tried to have sex with him. I felt hopeless. Until one morning I asked him what was wrong, and he spilled everything. How he tries so hard to suppress the bisexual side of his character for me. For our relationship. Harry explained that he had the desire to paint his nails vibrant colors and wanted to wear feminine clothes sometimes. Something that was particularly hard for Harry to confess to me was how he even wanted to try anal. On me or me with a strap on fucking him. Right away I made us an appointment to get our nails done at a salon. Then I told him he could wear a trash bag and he'd still be the most beautiful mainly man I'd ever seen. Lastly, I grabbed my laptop and went online shopping for female strap ons, letting Harry pick the girth and size he wanted. Yes I was a little nervous to actually fuck him, but he assured me he would help me out every step of the way. As for anal on me, I mentioned how I would be nervous but how I also trusted him. Trusted him enough to penetrate me anally. That I knew he would be extra careful with me.
Needless to say, I made Harry more confident. Confident in his sexuality. I got him to come out as bisexual to the public. I let him explore his bisexuality in the bedroom. Though of course he still worshiped my pussy. We had weekly appointments to get our nails painted. Harry even wore a dress out to a date night one night. He was super scared and on edge the whole night but I kept whispering in his ear how I couldn't wait to rip that dress off of him and fuck him in the ass until he cried out of pleasure.
I honestly loved that Harry was bisexual. It was almost like a turn on for me. He was both a gym buff and my little princess. He had thick arm muscles and toned abs, as well as pink nails and pearl necklaces. Anytime he mentioned how hot a guy on tv was, we could gush over him together. Or how sensitive and vulnerable he was at times. A lot of guys hold in their emotions, thinking men can't express their feelings, but not Harry. If he felt the need to cry, he would. Right in front of me. It could be triggered by a sad movie or a animal abuse commercial. Also, on the rare occasions he asks for it, I would fuck him with the strap on in his mouth. Though a rubber penis didn't quite taste like the real thing, salty mixed with sweat, he loved to deepthroat it anyways. Watching him choke and gag around the fake penis made my pussy drip. We even bought a strap on dildo that had a vibrator on the back side of it. That way every time the fake cock would enter his mouth, the vibrator would stimulate me clit, giving me pleasure as well.
No matter how much the media tried to convince Harry he was in fact gay and didn't actually like women, he would ignore the rude comments and prove to me everyday that he in fact loved me. Me as a women. Loved my smile. Loved me eyes. Loved the way my boobs bounced while having sex. Often grabbing them in his hands and stimulating my nipples. Loved the way my tight pussy felt around his dick. Or the way my sweet juices tasted on his tongue when he ate me out. Yes he loved dick. Yes he loved balls. Yes he loved being railed to death from behind. But he also liked vagina and he loved boobs. Harry wanted to make love to me and get me pregnant. Watch my stomach grow. Be there to hold my hand when I deliver the baby. Help change diapers at 3 am when I'm to tired to do so. Teach our kids to love and respect everyone and be themselves. Be open to our kids about his sexuality. Give them knowledge on bisexuality and educate them on the matter. Instead of assuming they are straight by asking his future son if he has a girlfriend yet or asking his daughter if she has a boyfriend, Harry will ask if the have a partner or fancy anyone in particular. Love his children for who they are or who they want to become. Be a role model for them. And live happily ever after with me, his supportive wife, by his side.
"Harry had never seen anyone fly like that; Krum hardly looked as though he was using a broomstick at all; he moved so easily through the air that he looked unsupported and weightless."
VIKTOR KRUM PROTECTION NET
Do you love the Bulgarian seeker Viktor Krum? Do you think that he is often forgotten or underappreciated and that he deserves more love and recognition? Do you dream of staring longingly into his eyes and telling him how much you love him? Then this is the place for you: ViktorProtectionNet is a network for fellow bloggers who love Viktor Krum.
WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR:
friendly, active bloggers who have a genuine appreciation for the Bulgarian bonbon that is Viktor Krum
bloggers who are willing to participate in network events, whether it is creating content or reblogging it with supportive tags and sharing the Viktor Krum love
blogs that post at least 50% harry potter content - it doesn’t have to be a harry potter-only blog
TO APPLY:
must be following the admins léo and teresa
must be following the network blog
reblog this post (likes are for bookmarks only)
fill out this application form
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OTHER INFORMATION:
applications close on august 22nd.
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tagging: @meropegaunt, @swearwolflupin, @biharry, @smlfoy, @choxchang, @slyherins, @peachyscorbus, @nevelles, @burkesandborgin, and @leejorden; as usual, no pressure if you guys don’t want to do this! or if you’ve done this before!
answers below the cut
how old are you?
21
what’s your current job?
i’m an intern at mit press
what are you talented at?
in general, words ... people all know me as the polyglot lmao, but i’m also a pretty good writer and i’m good at reading too. i’m also good at reasoning
what’s your aesthetic?
i have two main aesthetics
dark clothes, doc martens, ironic t-shirts, piercings, tattoos, punk rock, anti-establishment, issues with authority figures, reckless, will wreck things
neutral colours, wool, tweed, ironed button ups, cardigans and sweaters, hardcover books, constructivist political philosophy, devil’s advocate
do you collect anything?
mainly books, records, t-shirts, stuffed animals
what’s a topic you always talk about?
i’m always talking about history? in particular wwi, anything related to russia, and the mongol empire. i also shit talk the adults in my life a lot -- neighbours, family friends. my dad thinks it’s funny, my mom not so much. in general a lot of politics? music. lots of music history; in particular, punk and disco. and also, my fandoms, but less so irl
what’s a pet peeve of yours?
grammatical/syntactical/spelling errors of all sorts, in any language i can understand. related -- any error made in regards to depicting a particular culture; i.e. wrong declension of last name, incorrect use of patronymic. i absolutely hate it. i’ll forgive people if they make an honest mistake because they don’t understand the culture, but i’ll lowkey think it was your responsibility to research this beforehand
this is actually the reason why i won’t really read the grisha trilogy? i think that’s what it’s called? because the russian in there is wrong. i’ve been told that it’s on purpose because it’s an alternate universe, but it’ll piss me off too much if i read it
three songs you recommend:
holy ghost by børns (this is my favourite version, but the regular version of this is great as well)
ahimsa by peter silberman 💗 (i saw this live in a church in london and it was so beautiful? also peter is such a kind person, i talked a little to him after the concert and he signed my record for me)
time traveler by rhain (she’s seriously underrated, i hope she puts out an album soon)
height:
165 cm / a little over 5′4″
last movie you watched:
spider-man: homecoming (it’s so good)
why did you choose your url:
it’s a double pun -- it’s a phonetic pun on ‘salazar’, but since the title ‘tsar’ means ‘caesar’ in russian, it also means caesar salad
what can i say, i’m a sucker for puns
do you have any other blogs:
you betcha. excepting my network blogs, my main blog @perfectchekov is also my star trek blog, @grejwaren is my raven cycle blog (i’m still cleaning it up but it’s been around for a while lmao), and @horacyantonczyk is my oc blog for the @triwizardtournamentoc
what did your last relationship teach you:
i've never been in a relationship
religious or spiritual:
both
average hours of sleep:
it changes? during the holidays i usually get around 8, but on school days it’s more like 4 or 5
(lesser known) favourite character:
since this is an hp blog, i’m going to do hp. i really like garrick ollivander
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: her intelligence and nerve - hermione has the most nerve out of ANYONE i swearworst quality: she can be very judgmental and close-mindedship them with: RON, theo, draco, and viktorbrotp them with: HARRY, GINNY, luna, and pansyneeds to stay away from: anyone who uses her blood-status against her!!! particularly bellatrix lestrange!!!misc. thoughts: i love hermione okay she was my first “favorite” character in the series when i started reading even before harry like it took me longer to realize harry was my favorite of all time
