— GRIM. twenty, she / they. minors and ageless blogs DNI. will block immediately.
— writing whenever i feel like it, unpredictable uploading schedule due to being a full time student.
⌕ table of contents
▸ O1﹒call of duty
▸ O2﹒marvel
▸ O3﹒harry potter
⌕ interests
currently hyperfixted on cod, the ghost and könig brainrot is real rn ;; dabbling in steddie but yet to write about them
always looking for moots to write and brainstorm with ;; will also rp if i’m up for it / comfortable after we talk a bit
— it would be a shame if you were to vanish.
⏍ asks : OPEN
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relationship: familial / platonic!harry x hermione x weasleys
warnings: mentions of harry’s past abuse with the dursleys (only about where he slept, nothing graphic).
words: 964
Everyone knows Harry is tiny for a boy his age. He was usually the pick of the litter to squeeze into tiny spaces to retrieve lost or fallen objects. He didn’t mind it, nor did he mind closed spaces because of his time spent at the Dursley’s under the stairs. Sure, he’ll get the occasional panic attack in tight enclosed spaces for too long, but it’s nothing he hasn’t handled himself before.
When Harry spends Christmas at the Weasley’s with all of Ron’s siblings there plus Hermione, it’s a tight squeeze. Hermione obviously rooms with Ginny, but Molly didn’t really find a reason for the boys to move so they stayed where they were and Harry would just squeeze in Ron’s room with Ron and the twins. They were informed of it during dinner the first night of Christmas break.
“Well, I don’t see why the boys should move. It’ll be a bit of a squeeze as Charlie already shares a room with Bill and Percy already has the smallest room. Harry, dear, you’re gonna have to share with the twins and Ron since their room will be able to fit all of you,” Molly apologetically stated as she stared at Harry with a sorry gaze. The boy, bless his heart, smiled softly and understandingly back at the Weasley matriarch.
“It’s quite alright, Molly. I’m tiny, I can fit in there.” Harry let out a slight chuckle as Molly fondly rolled her eyes at the raven-haired boy.
“I dunno, mate. The twins have a lot of stuff for their pranks and it takes up a lot of room. I have my books scattered everywhere too. There isn’t really much room. Why can’t he stay with-,” Ron’s rambling was cut off by Harry’s joking hush.
“That’s fine, Ron. I used to sleep under the stairs at the Dursley’s,” Harry supplied nonchalantly as if that was the most normal thing in the world and spooned another mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. As he chewed, his ears picked up on the sudden silence at the table. He lifted his emerald eyes only to be met with gazes of a mixture of shock, anger, sadness, and curiosity. His head turned as he heard Ron clear his throat.
“You slept where, now?” Ron’s voice was so quiet, had it not been silent, Harry wouldn’t have been able to hear it. His eyes darted to the rest of the Weasley household and Hermione. “Uhh,” Harry started as he cautiously put his spoon down, “the, um, stairs. There was a, ah, a cupboard of sorts under there. It was where I slept up until I got my Hogwarts letter.” The tiny boy’s voice slowly grew quieter as he spoke and his fingers started to pull on the ends of his sweater that Molly had knitted him.
The table was quiet for awhile and Harry started to feel uncomfortable, regretting ever saying anything to begin with. Unable to bear the silence any longer, Harry quietly coughed and pushed his chair away from the table. It was like the noise snapped everyone out of their trance as they looked at Harry slowly backing away from the table. His eyes darted anywhere but the people in the room as he stumbled over his words to escape the awkwardness and impending pity from them.
“I’m just gonna go, um, set up my sleeping bag. In the room. I, uh, I’ll meet you guys up there. Night. Thank you for dinner, Molly. It was delicious as always.” And with that, the little boy dashed away from the kitchen and into the bedroom where he’ll be residing in.
The second he heard the door gently shut because no Harry doesn’t have a fear of loud sudden sounds what, Ron bolted out of his chair with his wand in hand and his face carved in absolute and terrifying fury.
All hell broke loose.
Bill was at the opposite end of the table to Arthur so he was in Ron’s path to get to the door. The eldest Weasley nearly tipped his chair over to catch Ron by his waist and pull him back. Shouting commenced as everyone tried to keep Ron at bay and going to AK those wretched relatives of Harry’s. Bill eventually had to wrestle Ron to the floor, but even with his strength, it wasn’t enough. With Bill pinning Ron on his stomach on the floor, Charlie and the twins restrained his arms and legs. Ginny and Hermione sat on Bill’s back to keep them both down. Molly and Arthur were wrestling the wand out of Ron’s hand as Ron continued to shout profanities over everyone’s yelled attempts to calm him down.
“No! I will not calm down, Ginny! Do not even-,”
“Ron, for Merlin’s sake! Let go of the damn wand right no-,”
“Ronniekins, you have to calm down-”
“Or mum will hex you into next week!”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, someone knock him out already!”
“Don’t you dare, Fre-,”
An audible thunk could be heard from Ron’s head as his struggle ceased and he became limp on the floor underneath Bill’s, Ginny’s, and Hermione’s weights. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief as Molly fell onto her rear with Arthur supporting her after they let go of Ron’s wand that was in an iron grip. It was a surprise it didn’t break with the force they had put into trying to pry it out of the red-head’s hand.
Ginny and Hermione carefully got off of Bill’s back and helped him sit up beside his unconscious younger brother. Everyone was panting, trying to regain their breath. The younger Weasley had an awful lot of sudden strength and it surprised everyone. Seems like he was much more protective of Harry than they thought.
— might return to writing marvel, might not. here’s everything i’ve written so far though for your viewing pleasure (these are all very old, if they’re cringe then that’s why).
i think that…andrew!peter definitely has/had ptsd from gwen and it probably took him a long time until he could ever do that kind of dive again in his patrols and city-swinging
ugh it's clear mackie is about to be chewed out by the world but like the worst is people are gonna be racist regardless of where it comes from because no one knows how to behave about celebrities of color ever
like ykw on second thought even tho it's impossible for me to even think of him as wilfully homophobic tbh i wouldn't give a fuck if mackie was being homophobic like i don't give two shits when constantly this fandom and even the stupid goddamn reviews cannot give a serious thought or consideration about what it means for mackie to step into the captain america role, the true engagement that is desired of a hero story is not there and certainly when it comes to sambucky is it really like he's gonna be as well developed as bucky???? bitches couldn't even look at the goddamn wiki of any of the characters during the airing of the show and now they wanna badmouth him for telling those shipping obsessed assholes to clam it???? nah fuck you
this exactly this, the man is trying like i cannot even say that for half these mcu actors, he's trying always to see things differently, if he doesn't have the words to criticize the lack of attention given to him and his true role that should be criticized but to paint him as some sort of homophobe trying to put gay people down, that is just not true at all
the concept of growing into love is so much more intriguing than falling in love. it’s like, on all our good days and bad days, I will choose to love you, I will learn with you, I will live my life with you and we will grow into and with each other through the passage of time
I wonder where the break happened that such wide swaths of younger fans don’t grasp fandom things that used to be unspoken understandings. That fic readers are expected to know fiction from reality, that views expressed in fic are not necessarily those of the author, that the labels, tags and warnings on various kinkfics are also the indication that they were created for titillation and not much more, please use responsibly as per all pornography. The ‘problem’ isn’t that so-called ‘problematic’ fic exists but that some of the audience is being stupid, irresponsible, at worst criminal, at best not old enough to be in the audience to begin with. And that’s on the consumer, not the author who told you via labels, tags, ratings, warnings and venues what their fic was about and what it was for.
a lot of y'all put p*dophilia and other fucked up things as a kink and then tell me to stfu because I’m a minor and don’t understand unspoken fandom rules 😩
Tony, suffering another near heart-attack after watching Steve jump out of a plane without a parachute again: H-How did you ever put up with him doing reckless shit like that back in the 40s?! I lose ten years off my life every time!
Bucky, loading his gun and laughing at Tony slumped heavily in a chair holding his chest: I told you he’s polite and well-mannered, not a damn saint. Even the devil can’t kill him, bud.
