#non-magical

[allennne]

au без магии дроны кот смотреть картинки смешные

[seinsi-writes]

Harry Writes Fanfiction (Unknowingly)

Harry wrote a book. When Hermione read it—it all seemed so obvious to her, it was a love letter to Draco Malfoy. This is how the whole misunderstanding began.

This is part of my Author/Actor AU - Series

Basically a story of how Harry unknowingly wrote a Hogwarts AU fanfic, and no one had the heart to tell him.

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[aeoneri]

[Tacones Rojos] Chapter 9: I Felt It, Let Myself Go

ACT I: BRUNO – The attraction turns into something else as the night progresses.

-- WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. The theme song for this chapter: La Temperatura by Maluma ft. Eli Palacios

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He never expected to have this much fun dancing. Normally, when he tried to, he felt as if he had two left feet. Growing up, it was always Pepa who had the most rhythm. His older sister could dance circles around him and he would not even make it through the first half.

Things might be different right now because he was drunk. 

Or maybe it was because of the beautiful woman that was dancing along with him. Before he knew it, one dance became two, then three. They didn’t feel the need to talk. Their bodies did all the talking. And it felt free to be moving like it.

He asked himself. Is this what she feels?

The song changed again. She let Bruno take the lead this time, and he ran a hand up her waist before twirling her around. The smile never left her face the entire time as she took his cue. A crowd began to gather around them. Some even decided to join them on the dance floor.

Tres.

Bruno was too focused to even notice what was going on around him, hypnotized by the way she moved her hips so close to him. If someone came up to him two weeks ago and told him he could dance Bachata Sensual, he would have laughed in their face…but here he was now, doing pretty well.

Dos.

The spark between them became a wildfire that burned everything in its way. There was only one way this night would end.

Uno.

Bruno flushed, embarrassed, the moment they came face to face. Something else came out to play. Shit. Why now?

But she didn’t mind. He made a strangled gasp when she whispered into his ear. “You’re being naughty. I was waiting when you’d crack, but that’s okay. I happen to like bad boys.” Her voice sent a shiver down his spine at the suggestion. “¿Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo?”

They didn’t finish the dance. Instead, she pulled him through the crowd, towards the back where the bathrooms were. The music was less loud and the lights were dim…and the perfect storm hits.

Without warning, Bruno pressed her to the wall and leaned in. Everything spiraled out of control the moment their lips touched. He could taste the mint and alcohol on her tongue. She fumbled for the door to the bathroom desperately, pulling Bruno by the collar of his shirt to lead him in. He moved away to kiss her neck and she clicked the lock closed. His hands roamed her body as they explored each other’s mouths. 

This was not how Bruno expected his night to go, but he had her right where he wanted her to be.

She moaned when his hand slipped under her skirt. Bruno growled when she clamped his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing circles through the thin fabric. Soaked. His pants were now getting uncomfortably tight and thankfully, she noticed. With swift precision, her hands quickly undid his belt, and Bruno let his jeans fall to the floor. A gasp escaped her lips as Bruno lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, ready to do the deed when…

A loud knock broke them apart. They tried to ignore it, the shallow breaths of wanton lust taking over them, but the banging on the door behind them was getting more and more impatient.

Terrible timing.

“Do you…want to take this back to my place?” Bruno asked. The look on her face was glorious and he couldn't blame her. With the way she bit her lower lip at him and squeezing her legs together, he knew she was more than willing. “It’s not far from here.”

…

It was a difficult ride back. A miracle they did not make a mess in the back of the cab. The driver stared stoically straight at the road, ignoring his two passengers who were very close to breaking their composure. If there was no one else, they would have already destroyed each other in the car.

But they both persevered till they got to his building…that was, until they reached the elevator. Her hands were immediately on him the moment the door closed.

So hot. 

When they finally got to his apartment, Bruno was already half-naked, his shirt pried open in the short ride up. She, on the other hand, had lost her underwear, already stuffed inside his back pocket. 

"Didn't expect my night to go like this," Bruno bit back a hiss when she kneeled in front of him, laying a kiss over his arousal, desperately begging to be freed.

"Me either," She breathed while she undressed him. Bruno gulped heavily when he noticed her licking her lips. "Oh…wow."

He had hoped she found him Impressive, and she did. A fluttering feeling sat in the pool of her stomach. She didn’t think much of it, as most men would have exaggerated, but he didn’t. She knew she was already dripping from excitement all over his floor, and she realized fairly quickly by the way he stared at her that he was turned on by that fact.

She couldn’t resist a taste. So she put him in her mouth.

"Santa mierda…ah…" 

Bruno could barely think with the way she was pleasing him. 

"You like that?" She hummed. He made a guttural noise, hands hovering so close to her head, and fought the urge to hold her in place. He gripped the edge of a nearby table instead while her hands and mouth moved up and down his length. Bruno's eyes darkened when he caught her touching herself, and all he wanted was to take her right there and then.

The second she came up for air he immediately pressed her back to the wall. She whimpered against his shoulder when his fingers found their way into her. "I do," Bruno whispered low into her ear. He never knew he had it in him, but he started talking dirty. “Ay, Mami, don’t think I didn’t see you touch yourself.” He pumped his fingers like he was making a point and she shivered. “It’s making me want you more.”

His hot breath and the thought of him between her legs made her feel weak. Bruno left little love bites on her neck and her hips moved on their own accord, furiously trying to chase her release. 

“Oh, you’re so wet,” He groaned. She was full-on moaning now, making his cock twitch with need. God, Bruno just wanted to bend her over and fuck her till she forgets her name.

Whatever her name was. 

She protested when he stopped toying with her to lick his fingers. Something carnal, primal triggered in him and Bruno lost all sense of control. “Joder, tengo que probarte.” He pulled her up to the table and dove between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while he destroyed that little bundle of nerves. 

Then he added his fingers back into the mix and all hell broke loose.

Her body tensed up and she made a sound halfway between a gurgle and a scream. She rode out her orgasm, gripping fistfuls of his curls and pressing his face even closer to her wet heat. Bruno hummed in satisfaction, content in staying in whatever position he found himself in. 

The passion burned stronger when they clashed together. Lips and tongue and teeth. The way they tasted in each other’s mouths was enough to drive Bruno wild. 

He carried her into his bedroom and they fell into his bed, a tangled mess of limbs as they gave in.

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text): Bachata Sensual - a variant of the Bachata that was created in Cádiz, Andalusia, Spain, by Korke Escalona and Judith Cordero. It is characterized by mostly circular movements and body waves, but also body isolations and dips. Por qué no vamos a un sitio más tranquilo - Why don't we go somewhere quieter Mami - Mommy. Bruno's usage of the word in this chapter is sexual, though this word is also used in the literal sense and as an endearing term. Joder, tengo que probarte - F*ck, I have to taste you

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[wolfywordweaver]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

What’s this? New content? And an aromantic character posted during Aromantic Awareness Week? Le gasp!

Please read the tags as there is genderbending in this. I’ll tag it below for those wanting to avoid it.

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Minor Jily, minor Peter Pettigrew/Mary McKinnon, Genderbending, Female!Remus - Freeform, Gender Non-Conforming Sirius Black, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, High School, Teenage Drama, Aromantic, Aromantic!Remus, Gossip, Explicit Language, Prom, Developing Relationship, References to Illness, Leukemia, Bullying, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Male-Female Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Texting, Hopeful Ending Summary:

With graduation from high school drawing closer, Remus Lupin finds herself in a difficult spot between being bullied and trying to figure out what's going on between her and Sirius. Being asked to the prom by one of the most popular guys in school definitely puts a target on her back, but will she care since he's also one of her best friends since childhood?

A quirky story about young love, high school days, and the weird space between being a child and becoming an adult.

[dramioneasks]

Hi, I was wondering if there was any more fanfics where D and H are at a non magical prep/boarding school, I read a one shot the other day and wanted to see if there was any more similar stories?

Hello! I have quite a few to recommend for you! If anyone else is interested we have a Muggle Life tag with quite a few different sub-tags

tags >> Themes I-M >> Muggle Life >> Internettags >> Themes I-M >> Muggle Life >> Muggle Studiestags >> Themes I-M >> Muggle Life>> Muggles tags >> Themes I-M >> Muggle Life>> Social Media

And Muggle High Schools can be found under:

tags >> locations >> Muggle World >> Muggle High School

Ok recommendations!

While this one shot doesn’t take place at the school itself, Hermione and Draco go to the same boarding school. They are in their last year of school.

Dancing in the Dark by MeakoXIII- M, one shot

While at a club with the whole gang, startling revelations come to light about Hermione’s relationship with Ron. Who better but Draco to pick up the pieces? No Magic. 

This two shot takes place at a university, where Draco mets Hermione.

Calibrate bywitchsoup- GA, two shots

It’s not like he’s more qualified than any of his classmates, just that the head of the School is an old friend of his father’s, listed as Henry in Lucius’ Blackberry although his given name is John. A nickname earned at the age of seventeen when they first found themselves at the end of a line of coke. Like the hoover. Get it?

I love provocative envy’s non-magical college age stories. She has a whole series of them called Chaos Theory. All of the series is worth it to read especially since the characters are well written and it’s a mixture of sweet, humor and a dash of angst.

Chaos Theory 

This one takes place in a high school.

Anything Goes byTMCS- T+, WIP

Draco gets himself stuck in a long haul of detentions, working side by side Hermione on the set of the school play.

Hermione is in high school but Draco is a drop out. 

Through The Window We Go byodairrieres- M, 12 chapters, complete

When Draco Malfoy, a suburban thug with nothing better to do than cause trouble and run from the police, climbs through his next door neighbor’s window in hopes of hiding away he finds himself dodging thrown books and accusations from a very disgruntled Hermione Granger. And, despite heated arguments over right and wrong, Draco is tempted to steal Hermione’s heart away.

This last one takes place at a college.

The Scavengers byFreya Ishtar- M, 33 chapters, complete

*AU* A shift between Draco & Hermione sparks a steamy mutual attraction, but hiding their budding relationship from their friends becomes the least of their worries. Secrets from a blood-soaked past unravel & something diabolical stalks the haunted grounds of Rowling University—something with its twisted gaze set on Hermione.*COMPLETE*

- Wynken

Edit:

I’ve been rearranging the tags on the tags pages this evening, so I updated the paths above.

❤️@refictionista

[remywrites5]

Fluffy wolfstar? Non magical au, if you can? Thank you xxx ((Your work is so amazing and beautiful, I love it so much))

Sirius groaned as his fifth alarm went off on his phone. Having a lecture at 8am was an unreal kind of torture that he was going to write someone about. He wasn’t sure whom, but he would. Just as soon as he made the effort to get out of his nice warm bed. 

He shoved his long hair into a bun and haphazardly brushed his teeth. He only had ten minutes to get to campus, which was fifteen minutes away. 

“Why do you sign up for early classes?” James asked, passing by the open bathroom door. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” Sirius answered with a mouthful of toothpaste. He spit into the sink before going on. “It’s a mandatory class and this was the only time it was offered.” 

“You’re going to be late,” James said, raising an eyebrow. 

“I know that,” Sirius said, shoving his best friend out of the way. He grabbed his favorite pair of ripped jeans from his bedroom floor and a random t-shirt that smelled okay before sliding on his black bomber jacket and heading outside.

In his rush, he failed to notice that the steps were icy and practically fell on his ass, or he would have if it hadn’t been for someone catching him at the last second and saving his bottom a bruise. 

“Careful,” a deep voice said, the person speaking gripping Sirius’ arm and keeping him steady.

Sirius looked up and fell like he might swoon and fall over again. “Thanks,” he said, taking a deep breath and trying to repress his sudden and inconvenient crush. “You saved me.”

The stranger laughed, the motion making his curls bounce around his head. Sirius decided it was his new favorite thing. “I don’t think it was anything quite that serious.”

“No, it was,” Sirius insisted, placing his hand on the stranger’s shoulders. 

The stranger smiled and pushed his curly fringe off his forehead with his free hand. Sirius was immediately overcome with the want to play with this man’s hair but imagined that would be too forward. 

“You seemed like you were in a hurry,” the man said. “I don’t want to keep you.”

“Me? I don’t have anywhere to be. Free as a bird, I am. I’m Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black.”

“Remus Lupin,” the man answered with a small smile. “Nice to put a face to all the stories.” 

“Stories?” Sirius asked, feeling his heart drop. 

Remus chuckled. “I live across the hall from Marlene McKinnon. She’s had a tale or two.” 

“Lies, all vicious lies,” Sirius insisted, moving in closer to Remus for warmth. 

“I don’t know, you seem like trouble,” Remus responded, leaning in as well. 

“Only when I want to be,” Sirius shot back, grinning up at Remus. 

“I can see that,” Remus said, sliding his arms around Sirius’ waist to hold him steady. “How are you not freezing right now in just a t-shirt and a jacket? You do realize it’s winter, right?”

“I run hot,” Sirius answered with a wink. 

Remus laughed and shook his head. “I think you must be the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met. Now I know the stories are true.”

“I’m not that bad, I promise,” Sirius informed him, dropping his head down into the crook of Remus’ neck, hiding his face from the wind against the lapel of Remus’ peacoat. 

“Are we just going to have a bit of a cuddle here on the front steps?” Remus inquired, resting his cheek against the top of Sirius’ head.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” Sirius said, sighing dreamily. “Or we could go inside. My bed might still be warm.” 

“I have a class to get to,” Remus murmured, already sounding sleepy. 

“So do I,” Sirius told him. “So what?” 

“You make a very good point,” Remus said quietly, the intimacy of it making Sirius shiver. Or perhaps it was the cold. 

Sirius pulled away enough to take Remus’ hand and lead him carefully back up the steps. He led Remus into his flat and they passed by James in the kitchen making himself an omelette. “James, this is Remus. Remus, this is my flatmate James.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Remus said politely, giving a small wave as they passed by. 

“What about your lecture?” James called out. 

“Can’t be bothered,” Sirius called back. When they got to his room, Sirius kicked off his boots and began to undress. Remus stayed by the door looking a bit uncertain. Sirius strode over in just his pants and put his hands on his hips. “You can’t have a proper cuddle completely dressed. It’s against the law.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” Remus said sarcastically. He began unbuttoning his coat and Sirius felt like a kid on Christmas morning. He remained close as Remus fastidiously removed his clothing and folded them neatly on the dresser. “Now what?” he asked, standing by the door in just his underwear. 

“Now I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to kiss me,” Sirius answered, grinning triumphantly. 

“I thought I came up here for a cuddle,” Remus said skeptically. 

“Kissing and cuddling go together,” Sirius asserted with a firm nod. “They’re like peanut butter and jelly. Tea and biscuits.”

Remus took a step forward and gently brushed his lips against Sirius’. “You’re so full of shit,” he said softly before pressing his lips more firmly against Sirius’. Sirius hummed in agreement and slid his fingers into Remus’ hair, sliding them through his thick curls. 

They pushed and tugged each other over to the bed, falling onto it in a heap. Once they’d sorted themselves, they were snuggled under the covers with Sirius resting his head on Remus’ chest. When he wanted a kiss, he would lift his head up and Remus would huff in amusement before kissing Sirius tenderly on the lips. 

They eventually both fell back asleep, curled around each other, and happy to let the day pass them by. 

[nahisummerhold]

If she had to pick what kind of magic she could use, what would she pick and why?

In her life stages she would have different answers.

When she was young she dreamed of having elemental magics. She would go on and on about being able to make it snow, or make fire so they could have s’mores any time they wanted. She also would say that there needed to be a waterfall by the Dowager’s cottage and would try to make one.

As she grew older, she would loved to have magic that would allow her to control others with her voice. Her mother was said to have a bespelled voice that would enrapture people to the point of them being unable to break away from her magic. 

Now she has found a deep desire to care for, and protect her friends.  She would love to have a paladin’s gift of the Light to do exactly that, standing before threats to those she cares about and then being able to turn around and heal with just a touch of her hand. 

Sadly, she has been tested for magic more than once and each time she comes up as not having a magical gift. Nahi consoles herself with the thought that she has a gift in sharing her performances, having been trained in respect and hospitality by her Grandmother and that she will still be able to help heal people, she just can’t do it as quickly as a magical gift would. 

Thank you for the question @theconstructsworld

[nahisummerhold]

Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic she doesn't possess, what would she choose?

Nahi is completely non-magical and in awe of magic in general, even a bit jealous of those that wield it. Going with my first thought here, Nahi would love to use Chi to heal. I know that in the lore of Pandaria, anyone can learn to harness the power of Chi with enough training, but I feel like there just have to be people that can't use magic of any kind especially to that level. It is my own head canon I know, but I just feel like there have to be people that just aren't attuned magically in general.

Thank you for the question @theconstructsworld