让我一个人静静地萌一下all伏

⬆️我决定把封面换成一张有点色色的照片~
就是任性!哪怕粮少我也很挑!不喜欢的绝对不放!
……unless it serves the purpose of increasing diversity...😎
For Voldemort and Valour!
仔细想了想,只有一种文是永远不会出现在我的推文里的,那就是语言烂到我这个外国人都无法忍受的文,标点符号乱打基本上是无法忍受的。嗯。或者中文小白文。
就是那种小白文啦!

囚禁梗

我能想到几篇,哪一篇我都不太喜欢,但总觉得该推一下!
囚禁小哈的多的数也数不清,我这个文单当然是囚禁老伏的(/ω\)

1. Standstill, Asphyxiating by SkeletalChild
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4732366/1/Standstill-Asphyxiating
互攻。是哈伏短篇experimental的后文,坑,但也有十来章
大概是小哈把老伏锁在地下室的经典文。
文笔还不错来着,看着挺毛骨悚然的。
老伏一如既往的变态,小哈反常的渣。
⚠️婚内出轨

2. Voldie's book club
呃,挺特别的,我年轻的时候看了一遍,就没看第二遍了。
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/3439784/1/

3. Dark Light
短篇一发完,哈伏
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10398993
战后十九年……
哈利藏了一个日记本君在地下室里(/ω\)

4. Lines between slytherins and gryffindors
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=27806
哈伏,短篇,没错,倒霉的还是日记本君。

5. LJ一个prompt贴里评论里还有一篇哈伏囚禁梗的文……
但我死活找不到了!
bdsm,完全没有爱,黑化哈利……
说实话我也不会再去看了(/ω\)
不过你们找到了告诉我(/ω\)

时隔不造多久我又开始猛干那篇到现在连第二章也没写完的哈伏ABO长篇。

大纲我寒假就写好了,到现在一共也只写了七千字。而且,我还决定要换个人称写第一视角了(/ω\)所以之前的稿子也废掉了。

有时候真的挺奇怪的。我对ABO这个设定感情一向非常复杂。有时候喜欢得要命,有时候又讨厌得一点都不想看。

不过宝宝就是想写Omega老伏。

大哭。

我的Tom实在是太太太太太太soft了

【Tomarry无差推文】Unintended

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9300620/chapters/21080672

灰常好看。感觉是无差。
1943年,灵魂伴侣AU,对对方说的第一句话出生的时候就刻在了身上那种AU,小哈手上是鬼画符(不,是蛇佬腔(/ω\)),汤姆手上是“那是什么鬼!!”


哈利以为自己见鬼了。

汤姆在上六年级,小哈比汤姆大十岁,是一个籍籍无名的傲罗。他刚刚调查完小汉格顿谋杀案后就撞上了Tom Riddle Junior。



之后两个人大概是:
哈利:卧槽他怎么这么年轻!我妈一定会杀了我的!
汤姆:靠!世界上居然有这么不求上进的人!居然还是我的灵魂伴侣【咬牙切齿】

咳,话说回来,这部剧情很吸引人,语言很优美。而且是今年的坑!!!(虽然四个月没更了)

我已经深深爱上了这个设定出不来了。

小哈真的是一个特别可爱的傲罗,他的搭档是穆迪同志。我很好奇剧情接下来怎么发展啊!

作者还有好多其他的AU,我就一点点不感冒……【因为太AU了!】不过Kudos超多!感觉作者文力挺强的!小哈就傻白甜,汤姆就文邹邹的……


在脑子里面挖了一个DM/LV的脑洞好久了……

好想写出来啊!

【冷静,你后天大后天大大后天都要考试】

还有人萌德伏这个冷冰冰的cp的吗?

我刚刚遇见了世界上最可爱的纳吉尼!
!!!
天哪!
最渣的老伏,最棒的冬兵,最可爱的纳吉尼!

简介:冬兵无意间穿越了时空。

没错,我们的Bucky Barnes和Nagini的探险故事【大雾】

巫师界迎来了一个凶残的麻瓜。



http://archiveofourown.org/series/488582

第二部真是感天动地地可爱!!!


为空巢老伏掬一把辛酸泪。

【哈伏推文】Meddling of a Mischief Maker

今天看了一篇无药可救的小清新哈伏。
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5380535/chapters/12427268

极度ooc,极度邓黑,写again and again的那个作者写的。
但特别特别特别特别可爱。
而且很长,27章。
虽然是个坑。


故事发生在凤凰社之后。

【想想看,比起Tom时代,我更喜欢老伏时代。那时候的TR要直接很多~】

跟原著有一点不同:这里小哈不是汤姆的魂器。作者假设哈利确实被杀死了,然后现在的哈利是那个魂器长起来的(性格差不多还是原著的)。然后作者还造了一个捣蛋鬼披露了老邓的阴谋诡计。我在咬着牙看下去了之后发现后面真是hopelessly romantic。Tom回收魂器之后变得炒鸡……adorable,然后跟小哈天天腻在一起撒狗粮……首先,他帮哈利复活了西里斯,随后,他成功打入了凤凰社内部。最后,他跑回去上学了。


其实作者这里的假设大概是汤姆的成长因为魂器而无可避免地受损了(假设灵魂对半切)……然后搞定魂器之后慢慢往他造第一个魂器的年龄和……少年脾性进发。


然后他一边继续犯愁着食死徒,一边想改过自新,一边又忙着谈恋爱……无可救药啊,我看着他们撒狗粮都觉得自己老了。

反正综上所述他就真成了一个好人(ooc啊ooc,不过真挺可爱的(/ω\))

然后他又觉得自己作为lord对食死徒都要负责任,所以天天都在纠结。(“这个人,很作,出来一定会搞事。但我又想把他们从阿兹卡班劫出来。”)

只有西里斯知道他是黑魔王,其他人都以为他是哈利的男朋友。西里斯以为他俩在恋爱是烟雾弹,但其实是真的。反正我们的西里斯对此无比恼火。

然后对于某些人来说,他又是黑魔王的儿子~

我对identity porn这种梗真是一点点抵抗力都没有。

话说回来看大家对着安静如鸡的汤姆大骂老伏或者算计老伏或者谋划如何摧毁老伏然后小哈紧张得手心出汗,真是特别搞笑。

或者凤凰社不停的纠结老伏到底在计划什么,他为什么这礼拜都没动静了,天哪,他是不是准备搞事?!

为什么。为什么。当然是因为他在谈恋爱啊你们这群凡人!


反正好好玩儿啊。


忽略邓黑,接受这是一篇可爱的ooc的文,那看起来就真的非常爽。我都快笑死了。


话说回来,文里面也有很多我不感冒的点,你们看着参考参考:

1. 每回收一个魂器变小变好看。(不过好歹这里还稍微有点逻辑,勉强说起来我也曾经萌过这个点。想想看我唯一的那篇哈伏pwp哦)(最后萌萌的身高差也是我决定忽略这个点的原因。哈利居!然!比!汤!姆!高!了!这么写的人我这辈子也没见过啊!一下子就戳中了我自己都不知道存在的萌点了!大家都觉得哈利很矮汤姆很高诶,但其实哈利六年级的时候却是猛地窜了个子。然后汤姆回收魂器的时候还一直在变小……)(再考虑到这篇文里也有serpentine tom跟harry make out的场景我决定忽略这一点了!!!)

2. 邓黑,邓黑,邓黑,邓黑!!!!我对老邓的爱是深沉的,我对邓黑是很难过的orz

3. 哈利太forgiving了。出现了我不喜欢的“我都原谅我父母的凶手了你就不能平和一点吗”这种说法(/ω\)我觉得哈利真的没有权利对西里斯这么说诶!


好吧,我对哈伏这个cp的喜爱也是我忍着ooc看下去的原因。虽然我对伏哈没有同样的耐心就是了。(不过想想abandonment和black bunny,其实我还是有耐心的(/ω\))
风格其实有点像abandonment。文字流畅,语法除了“its”“it's”“whose”“who's”不分之外还可以过关(不像是某些哈伏文啊!)
除了为了谈恋爱tom变得无比soft无比圣人汤姆,小哈变得无比forgiving,老邓变得无比阴险毒辣之后,大家性格和智商都差不多都还在线。剧情也还蛮有意思的。

当然我预料在之后(很可能不会出现)的更新中会有伏哈内容,但哈伏感真的超级强……而且已经有一段哈伏肉了,嘿嘿。

超可爱啊超可爱。
虽然ooc。


为了我自己,让我把21章的哈伏部分贴在这里(/ω\)

"With luck, Sirius is going to be a free man tomorrow. But right now he's not here. And Remus is going out on a mission tonight. He's probably already gone. I don't think we're going to get a better opportunity to be alone…"

"Oho?" Tom responded, grinning cheekily. "It almost sounds to me that you intend to take advantage of me." Tom made a mockingly affronted face before ducking his head and chuckling. Harry laughed as well, but a moment later he stopped and pushed forward, crushing his lips against Tom's.

Tom hummed in slight surprise before moaning in appreciation and pressing up into Harry's kiss. Their tongues danced and Harry ground his hips against Tom's groin, eliciting some wonderful whimpers from him. Harry pulled back, pulling in a deep gasp of air before reaching down and tugging Tom's shirt up from the bottom. Tom sat forward and raised his arms into the air, letting Harry relieve him of the shirt an toss it to the side.

"Oh… yesss…" Harry said, looking down at Tom's bare chest. He pressed his hands against Tom's skin and moved them up and down his sides, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. Tom hummed happily and his eyes lulled partially closed.

Harry scooted back a bit onto Tom's legs and bent down, pressing his mouth to Tom's collarbone and kissing along it before gently biting at the dip of Tom's neck and sucking.

Tom moaned and involuntarily thrust his hips upward, but with Harry shifted lower, there was nothing to press against. Tom whimpered and gasped as Harry continued to kiss his way along Tom's neck and shoulder. Tom forced his heavily lidded eyes open and reached out, grabbing Harry's shirt and pulling it over his head. Harry paused only long enough to let the shirt be removed before going back in, kissing and licking at Tom's chest.

Harry shifted and started to maneuver Tom to turn. Tom followed Harry's lead and soon he'd rotated the lay lengthways on the bed with his head now on Harry's pillow. Harry shifted and went back to straddling Tom's hips, and he almost instantly went back to grinding against Tom with considerable enthusiasm.

Tom's hand grabbed and stroked at Harry's exposed chest and back, and up into Harry's hair, occasionally pulling Harry's face away from his chest and neck and back up so he could kiss him directly. The pair moaned into each other's mouths as they moved and tangled together, pressing skin against skin, and getting lost in the feeling of warmth and desire.

Harry pulled back, panting and leaving Tom gasping for breath. Harry scooted back again, now straddling Tom's lower legs. His eyes trained on Tom's groin for a moment of internal debate before Harry reached out and wrapped his hands along the top of Tom's trousers, over the button fly. Harry's hands stopped there and his eyes went up to meet with Tom's - the unasked question written on his face.

Tom looked torn between enthusiastically nodding, and hesitation. In the end, he gave Harry a small nod and Harry grinned and quickly began to work the buttons open.

Tom raised his hips as Harry began to try and work the pants down, giving Harry easier access, and soon his erect member broke free from the previously confining cotton and Harry paused and just stared at it.

"You're going to make me blush," Tom said in a somewhat breathless tone.

Harry blushed and ducked his head, grinning sheepishly. "I hadn't really gotten a good look at it before."

"Like what you see?" Tom asked cheekily.

Harry chuckled and shrugged bashfully. "Yeah," he whispered, looking back up at Tom through his fringe. "Can I —?"

"You think I'm going to say no to that?" Tom laughed before letting his smile soften. "You can do whatever you want with it Harry. Anything you want with me. I'm yours." Tom pushed himself upward, threaded his fingers into Harry's hair along the back of his head, and pressed their lips together, kissing Harry slowly and deeply.

"Mine," Harry whispered as they parted, a hint of wonder and disbelief in his voice.

"Yours," Tom repeated with determination in his eyes.

"If your mine, then I'm yours," Harry whispered back.

Tom gave Harry a soft smile. "I like that."

Harry pushed forward and they kissed again before Harry pulled back, pushed Tom back down on the bed and shifted down until he was face to face with Tom's groin.

Harry stared at Tom's erect penis for a long moment, just taking in the look of it and what he wanted to do. Curiosity, arousal, and a desire to do to Tom, what Tom had done to Harry, flooded him and gave him the boost his nerves needed to press forward.

Harry took Tom into his mouth, hesitantly at first, unsure exactly what he was doing, and mostly afraid of doing something wrong.

"Oh god," Tom moaned as he threw his head back against the pillow and his hips bucked a bit, uncontrollably.

Harry smiled around Tom's member, encouraged by Tom's reaction, and sucked in his cheeks with greater force before pushing down and trying to get more of the shaft wet and go deeper without gagging.

Tom whimpered and seemed to be fighting to hold himself still. Harry pressed on, loving Tom's small desperate motions and sounds.

Harry bobbed his head up and down, finding confidence with the rhythm and repetition, but mostly from Tom's enthusiasm. Harry's own cock throbbed from lack of attention but Harry continued on, finding himself moaning around Tom's cock, aroused so much just from Tom's reactions.

"Oh god, oh god… oh, guh… uh…" Tom panted, his hands threaded lightly into Harry's hair. "Fuck, Harry… I… God, I want… I…" Tom's head turned from side to side with wanton delirium.

Harry pulled back enough to suck in a deep breath and pause. "What do you want?" he rasped through swollen lips.

"I… I want you… and I want you to fuck me," Tom said, his head tipping up enough that he could meet Harry's eyes. "If you're ready…"

"Oh…" Harry said, feeling a mixture of surprise, excitement, anxiety, and desire, run through him, all at once. "I don't really know…" Harry trailed off, feeling stupid even admitting it. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, but he honestly didn't know much about how two guys went about that sort of thing, specifically. Being aware of what it was to 'bugger' someone was not the same as knowing how exactly it was properly done.

"I've never actually been on the receiving end before, actually," Tom admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But I've been on the other end. It's not really all that complicated."

"You've never uh…"

"Bottomed is the term most often used, I believe. You'd be 'top'."

"And you want me to, er… be the top?"

"This time, definitely," Tom said, grinning. "I'd like… I think I'd like a balance. There's no requirement that there has to be permanent roles, set in stone. I was stubborn in my earlier life. I want to be more flexible now. We do what feels good, when we want to do it. But this first time, I definitely want you to top."

"Any particular reason? Not that I'm complaining."

"It'll be a first for both of us. Our first. Your first. Even my first."

Harry smiled softly and smiled. "I like that."

Tom grinned wider. "Me too."

"Er… okay…" Harry pulled in a breath to try and pull together his Gryffindor courage. "I want to. I'm just not sure what to do."

Tom shifted, signaling for Harry to move off him, and then made quick work of completely removing his trousers and pants. Harry hesitated for only a moment, but as soon as Tom reached towards Harry's waist and fingered the button, Harry reached down and began removing his own trousers.

After a few moments of eager yet awkward fumbling, both were naked and back into position on the bed with Tom still on his back and Harry on his knees, straddling Tom's lower legs.

Tom grabbed his trousers and pulling his wand out from where it was loosely tucked into the pocket.

"Now, for muggles, this process is considerably more involved," Tom began. "The muscles down there tend to be rather tight, and getting them to loosen and relax can be a time-intensive process that is still not guaranteed to work for everyone. Plus you also need a great deal of lubricant, which we obviously don't have on hand."

"Er… okay."

"There's a spell I know that both lubricates and acts as a muscle relaxant of sorts. It skips some of the harder work and significantly reduces the chance of pain or injury."

"So it can hurt?"

Tom gave him a small grin and shrugged. "Yes, if the muscles don't relax, it can hurt quite a lot. And without lubricant you can tear the skin down there. That's why the prepwork is so important."

"And you've done that sort of thing before?"

Tom tipped his head in a conceding motion. "A very very long time ago. Fortunately, the last time I engaged in any kind of act like this, I still had enough decency to make use of the spell on my partner. If much more time had passed and I'd still had any interest in such acts, I have no doubt that I would not have bothered…" he looked off to the side with a rather distressed frown on his face. "I probably would have enjoyed their pain," he said quietly before closing his eyes for a moment and taking in a slow breath, as if trying to push the thoughts away. He opened them again and gave Harry a weak smile and shrugged.

"Hey," Harry said gently, reaching out and cupping the side of Tom's face. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad that at least one of us has some idea what he's doing, because, honestly, I'm a bit terrified.

Tom chuckled and shook his head. "It's fine, Harry. Nothing to be scared of."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"And you won't." Tom held Harry's eyes for a moment until Harry nodded with acknowledgement. "Alright," Tom said, leaning back again, spreading his legs and pointing his wand towards himself at a rather awkward angle. He gave Harry a slightly embarrassed grin. "If I can't manage this at this angle, you might have to do it."

Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything back.

Tom waved his wand and a jet of light shot from the tip towards his bum. A small intake of breath escaped Tom's breaths before a semi-twisted expression.

"Is that it?"

"No, that was just a cleansing spell," Tom shook his head and made another, more complicated gesture with his wand and another light, this one purple in tint, shot from his wand.

Tom gasped and arched a bit off the bed, letting a small strangled moan escape from his throat. "Oh… " he said breathily.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, worriedly.

"Oh yes… Yes, I'm… good," Tom gasped, an air of surprise in his breathy voice.

Harry arched a single eyebrow and gave Tom a slightly amused grin. "Feels good?"

Tom let himself fall back onto the bed and tossed his wand onto the bedside table before turning his glazed eyes back on Harry. "Surprisingly so."

"Well, that's good, I suppose."

Tom laughed lightly and smiled up at Harry.

"So erm… what… do I do?" Harry asked, fidgeting slightly with obvious nerves.

Tom's grin turned predatory and he pushed himself up so he was sitting, then scooted back along the bed, pushed himself up on his knees and started to prowl towards and over Harry, who bent back and let Tom place himself above Harry.

"What —" Harry began, but he was cut off suddenly by Tom's body moving forward and his lips crashing against Harry's. Harry let out a small, strangled moan, surprised by Tom's intensity. Then Tom's hand wrapped around Harry's cock and began stroking him. Harry moaned into Tom's mouth again, and Tom moaned right back. The two began to move together, tangling together and thrusting against each other, searching for friction.

Harry's cock was at full attention after only a few moments of this and Tom pulled back, making Harry whimper slightly in surprise. Any disappointment vanished a second later to be replaced with a startled cry as Tom swiftly moved down and took Harry's member into his mouth.

"Oh, shit," Harry exclaimed with a gasp. A few jerky thrusts escaped his body involuntarily before Harry managed to hold himself still while Tom bobbed up and down a few times, getting Harry's cock thoroughly coated in his own saliva.

And then Tom pulled back away from Harry, scooted a bit and laid onto his back. Harry blinked at him in a daze before his mind seemed to catch up with things.

"Come here," Tom said, his voice rough with need.

Harry moved to his knees and climbed up further until he was placed between Tom's spread legs. Tom maneuvered some more, grabbing at Harry's shoulders and sides and bending himself nearly in half with his knees up high. Harry couldn't help but stare down at the sight of Tom exposed so completely. His eyes fell upon Tom's cock, and then down to the small pink pucker below. His heart was racing and his head was flooded with desire and fear.

"Harry —" Tom's voice seemed distant, and Harry's head was swimming with thoughts and feelings and fears. "Harry —"

"Huh?" Harry said, pulled suddenly out of his stunned stupor, to realize he'd been kneeling there, virtually motionless for at least a minute.

Tom smiled up at him, understandingly. He reached up with his right hand and cupped the side of Harry's face for a moment before combing his fingers through Harry's short hair at the side of his head. "I love you."

A short, startled, breath escaped Harry's chest. "Whuh?" he said, inarticulately.

Tom pulled Harry's face down while bending up and kissed him passionately. Harry returned it, whimpering into Tom's open mouth. Tom pulled back, just enough to turn his face to the side and whisper into Harry's ear. "Make love to me, Harry."

A shuddering breath left Harry's lips and he pulled back enough to look into Tom's eyes. So much was said in those eyes. Tom was afraid too; but also confident. And trusting. Tom, who never trusted anyone in his whole life, was looking at Harry with absolute trust.

Harry's fears seemed to vanish and he finally shifted himself until the head of his cock was pressing against the small pink pucker of Tom's bum. Tom moaned and his head lulled back onto the bed as he evened his breathing in apparent preparation.

Harry slowly pressed forward and found less resistance than he'd expected.

"O-ooh…" Harry said in a startled, shuddering tone, his own head falling forward so that his forehead pressed against Tom's chest. It was so tight. So warm. "Oh god," Harry rasped.

Tom groaned as well, and his hips shifted, pushing forward and bringing Harry in deeper, faster.

Harry pulled back and thrust forward a few more times in short bursts, getting a little deeper each time until he felt he had managed to get as deep as he could. Tom was panting in short staccato bursts. He whimpered and squirmed against Harry, and his sphincter muscles contracted around Harry's cock while his hips moved, clearly trying to get Harry to move.

"Hold still," Harry rasped urgently. Tom whimpered. "Oh god… I don't think I'm gonna… I don't think I can last," Harry admitted as he fought desperately against his inexperienced body's inclination to pop far too soon for his own liking.

"Nnnn… ugh…" Tom let out a vaguely frustrated groan and reached blindly to the side with his hand, summoning his wand into it with a simple flick of his wrist. A moment later he had his wand tip pressed against Harry's side and murmured some quiet words before tossing the wand away again.

"Wha - what'd you just do?"

"You'll last longer. Now move!" he groaned, desperation dripping from his words.

Harry didn't feel any different, but slowly pulled back before thrusting back in again. He moaned as he was flooded with the pleasure of the act, but it wasn't like the imminent train wreck he'd sensed coming, only moments before. It was still there, but it was further away. He pulled back and pressed forward again, and again. Tom grunted out, in a deep, rough voice, and angled his hips and pressed up to meet each of Harry's thrusts. The two fell into a perfect rhythm, moving against and with each other's bodies. Melded together and slicked with sweat. Desperate cries of pleasure and need, being pumped out like a beating heart, pushing blood through their veins.

Harry could feel that glorious climax building again, but it wasn't something to run from now, but something to race towards. Somewhere in the delirium of his mind, he registered that he wanted to make sure Tom came too. Though it was difficult, Harry shifted his weight enough that he removed his right hand from where it had been supporting his own body and reached between them, grabbing Tom's dick and trying to stroke it in a matching pace, but it was awkward and difficult.

Tom whined slightly and reached between them, pushing Harry's hand aside and taking over.

"Get us there on your own," he rasped before kissing Harry on the lips and letting his head fall back again. "I want to come with you. I feel… you. Just… ugh… uhnn… Harry —" he panted, incoherently, but Harry got enough of the gist and focused on getting their movements back into a solid rhythm.

Harry focused on his own climax as he felt it coming faster and faster. Closer and closer. The heat and the tight twisting pleasure deep in his balls. The need to get closer.

"Gods… oh Tom…" Harry groaned before bending down and capturing Tom's lips and giving a few more tight thrusts in. "I love you," he rasped out before grunting with the last thrust before the waves crashed over him and his entire world exploded for several brief but amazing moments. His body shook with waves of pleasure and he convulsed against Tom, finally becoming aware that Tom was moaning and shaking against him as well. Wet warmth hit Harry's stomach as the jerking of Tom's hand that had been hitting Harry's gut for the last few minutes, came to a stop and Tom's body seemed to melt back into the mattress with a satisfied sigh.

Harry collapsed forward, managing to push himself to one side, so he wouldn't crush the other.

Several moments of heavy panting followed. Then Tom's lips pressed against Harry's forehead along with a very satisfied humming sound and a happy sigh.

A moment later, Tom twisted and shifted onto his side, pushing himself up onto his shoulder, and looking over at Harry, laying beside him. Tom leaned down, capturing Harry's lips again and cupping the side of his head. Harry smiled into Tom's lips and then looked up at him happily when Tom pulled back again.

"I've never loved anyone, you know. I don't think I even knew what love really was, even before… I managed to destroy everything. I… I didn't trust anyone enough to… to love them. But you…"

Harry reached over and pressed his index finger along Tom's lips, stopping him.

"Just kiss me. And stay with me."

"All night?"

Harry nodded. Tom smiled softly down and nodded. "Okay." Tom moved down and kissed him again. Long and languid, with gentle caressing hands and tender nips and pecks.

Finally, some light clean-up was performed before Tom summoned Harry's comforter and they pulled it over the pair of them and fell asleep.

— —

【伏哈斯推文】The semblance of peace

天哪,我要把我的cp吃下去了!
我看了一篇伏哈斯我居然还很喜欢???三个人性格都不太走样,除了老伏无可避免地略微soft了一点。

我搞不明白的是我居然很喜欢哈斯的部分?
WTH!
我甚至都不太喜欢教授!

好吧我最近有点喜欢他了。
我还是觉得他是个混蛋……

这篇真的挺好玩儿的,叫The semblance of peace。
大概就是canon的一个小变调:哈利没发现自己是魂器,snape活了下来。他杀了Voldemort,却发现自己脑子里多出了一个声音。

配对是:伏哈,哈斯,伏斯

我不知道这么严肃的一篇文我为啥能笑炸掉。
大概是因为罗恩发现哈利在浴室里snog教授的场景实在是太搞笑了吧。

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1007236


大部分是好我讨厌的3p是2v1,两个人喜欢一个人。
但这个……靠,第一他们之间连喜欢都说不上,第二,不管他们之间是什么火花,都是两两双箭头的。
我表示我非常喜欢。
虽然我之前从来没考虑过这个cp。




【其实一直想吐槽ao3上有一个作者特别喜欢写哈利vSS和TR的那种,而且是符合我的preference的哈伏和哈斯,but我就是一点感觉都没有,因为实在是太ooc了……一直不造为啥点赞那么多……】
【我喜欢哈伏,但我不喜欢那种哈伏呀!可怕!】


我马上要看一眼续集了!

看完就去复习!我发誓!


续集里面有斯哈~

一点抱怨+两篇推文

因为女神文笔太好以至于所有hp同人都看不下去了怎么破!
怎么破!
怎么破!
以后还怎么扫文?
为了再感受一下被文字震颤的感觉,我昨天都开始翻名著了!!!

靠。

她还不写了。

意思意思推两篇文吧。

前两天看的,剧情特别喜欢,可惜是一个坑,只有六章:
The Waking of the Ghost
小哈战后脑子一抽去老伏墓前拜祭,然后在那里发现了一个幽灵。剧情很吸引人,人物也不ooc,可惜是个坑。
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6692090/1/
我挺期盼他能更新的,作者很有想法。

Friends Like These
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10148379/1/Friends-Like-These

世界上所有人都死掉了,麻瓜,巫师,只剩下俩互为魂器的老伏和小哈。短篇一发爆笑完。
然后他们在时间的摧残下成了某种意义上的朋友。

小哈花了几百年试图找出穿越时间的方法。老伏偶尔过来帮忙,然后帮一会儿就生气起来说“这不可能”,然后就溜达走了。再然后过了几十年又会因为无聊溜达回来……

特别好玩的是经常会出现这种对话:
“你已经无视我十年了!”

-早!
-你去哪儿了?
-散了个步?
-散了他妈十四年?

“几十年后见!”

【目录】Eldritcher的HP同人翻译——有生之年系列

英文是原文,以下括号中标的cp基本上是严格无差,除了特别标注的之外。

(特别标注的也只是说明文中只出现了某个取向的sex scenes,我相信作者仍然是严格无差)

横线划掉的代表我不会翻译,其它的文全都会在接下来找时间翻译掉。

先做一个目录,已授权,放假开工。


一、短篇:《鬼魅》Eldritch

注:之后出现的AM/TR指马尔福/里德尔,AM/MM指穆迪/麦格

阿不思三和弦The Albus Triad

1957年:《天佑匈牙利人》 [AD/GG] Himnusz

在战争与魔杖之前,在阿利安娜与纽蒙迦德之前,曾经有两个爱着柠檬糖的男孩。

1979年:《论人是非的仙子》 [AD/MM] The Fairy Who Judged His Neighbours

1971年,阿不思组织了一场凤凰社会议,他看了看风华正茂的西里斯·布莱克,跟阿不福思玩了点思想游戏,发现米勒娃在他弯曲的鼻子下渐渐老去了,他还思索着如何处理那个变节者。

1995年:《缚之我手,放尔归林》 [AD&SS] These gyves on my hands set you free

阿不思怀疑Voldemort谋杀他的宏伟计划包括派遣西弗勒斯来消灭他的酒窖。

普罗米修斯三部曲The Prometheus Triptych

*也就是里德尔三部曲

1942年:《1942:里德尔狂想曲》 [TR/AM] 1942:A Rhapsody in Riddle

阿布拉克萨斯决定给那个混血暴发户好好上一堂课。只不过,计划适得其反,现在,他满心都是那个谜语。

中间某年:《普罗米修斯,普罗米修斯,我不会束缚你》 [TR/AM] Prometheus, Prometheus, I will not bind thee

阿布拉克萨斯知道里德尔对他自己做了什么。邓布利多谈论怪物,斯拉格霍恩则借喻普罗米修斯,而阿布拉克萨斯发现自己迷失在了爱与良知之间。

1976年:《我将永远为你而歌》[TR/AM] I Will Always Sing for You

阿布拉克萨斯·马尔福正在死去。Voldemort回了国。那鼎鼎有名的马尔福权杖后有个传说,而卢修斯想知道为什么他父亲临终之时宁愿让黑魔王陪在身边,而不是他的儿子。

米勒娃四重奏The Minerva Quartet

《天国降临》[AD/MM, TR&Hogwarts] Thy Kingdom Come

米勒娃反思,她觉得霍格沃茨城堡可能是活着或死去的存在中,唯一一个明白现在情形的。

《我,阿拉斯托》[AD/MM, MM/AM] I, Alastor

阿拉斯托迷上了一个坚持邓布利多事业的女人。

《你的蓝眼男孩,可合心意?》 [AD/MM, MM/LM] How do you like your blue-eyed boys?

米勒娃能告诉你每时每刻都被疯子包围的感受。她恨他们。然而,米勒娃清楚,城堡保护它的子民。

《啊,温柔的浮士德》 [AD, MM, SS, HP] O Gentle Fautus

故事中,米勒娃读了《浮士德》,用了一两个钻心剜骨,最后还来到了因弗内斯。

犹大六重唱The Judas Sextet

*也就是西弗勒斯六重唱

《失落之神,人间之神》[LV/SS, AM/TR] Lost Gods and Golike Men

西弗勒斯爱一个人,爱到足以背叛他。阿布拉克萨斯做了媒人。纳西莎爆了粗口。

《加略人犹大之歌》[LV/SS, AM/TR] The Ballad of Judas Iscariot

西弗勒斯发现背叛并不合他口味。

《全无理智,全无羞耻》[LV/SS] No sense, no shame

故事中,Voldemort暴露了他对色情拉丁文学的知识。西弗勒斯对呼吸控制和其他一些堕落行为情有独钟。这是荒诞的旋律。

《恰尔德哈罗德故事》 [LV/SS, HP/SS] Childe Harold's Tale

战争过后多年,哈利对风信子好奇起来。德拉科正在秃顶,而某幅肖像几乎毫不乐于助人。

《少了尖塔的教堂》[HP/SS] A Church Without Its Steeple

哈利着迷于一幅肖像,他决定带着它去斯旺西度假,去那小小的海浪呢喃之镇。

《伦敦桥倒了》[LV/SS, AM/TR] London Bridge is Falling Down

阿尔巴尼亚故事。克劳奇、斯克林杰和穆迪三人前去猎杀Voldemort。躲藏在阿尔巴尼亚、身心皆残的Voldemort完全不是对手。是这样吗?

布莱克故事The Black Tales

《哥特人也得爱》[SB/BB] A Goth too must love

西里斯是个臭棋篓子。他着迷于他的表亲,他的表亲着迷于黑魔王。

《亚兹拉尔》[沃尔布加·布莱克] Azrael

1979年左右——沃尔布加·布莱克下着她不明白的棋局,米勒娃是一个少见的女人,而Voldemort爱读爱伦·坡的哥特故事。


AU的AU:

《鬼魅》[AD&TR] Eldritch

阿不思相信更伟大的利益,汤姆·里德尔相信他的生存权,阿不福思相信他能拯救这两人。
《可判定性》[TR/Turin] Entscheidungsproblem

汤姆·里德尔来到了布莱切利园。阿兰·图灵正日以继夜地破解着德国密码机,但他还是抽空解起了这个谜题。

二、中长篇:《四和弦旋转木马》 A Four Chord Carousel

同一主题的四变奏,受《门德尔松弦乐四重奏(op 81)》启发。

赋格:《联姻》 [HP/LV] Connubium

邓布利多不希望在虎视眈眈的战争中失去整整一代人。Voldemort厌倦了在严寒中谋划。于是,他们签下了和平协议,并用婚姻立下了保障。

哈利自由了。他开始生活。

(……或者试着开始生活。)

行板:《卡图鲁斯16》[HP/LV] Catullus 16

格林德沃入侵了。邓布利多起身前往坎特伯雷。         

Voldemort在毛毯下冬眠。哈利发现了性。

我们的故事在这里开始。它在别处结束。   

随想曲:《乌洛波洛斯》[HP/LV] Ouroboros

伏地魔归来了。绝大部分时间,他都在试图理解这个他刚刚回归的世界。他不愿意面对,但他仍试图处理他与男孩的精神链接。

然而,男孩和他是一者,他们互相吞噬。巫师界的一切都静静围绕着他们的联结。

谐谑曲:《理想国》[HP/LV] Republic

福吉有一个计划,这个计划会让巫师界再次伟大。

哈利是专利局的店员。Voldemort正沐浴着地中海的日光。邓布利多步上了摩西的后尘。

巫师界暴露在了麻瓜面前,巫师们为生存而战斗,可惜他们似乎不是很擅长于此。

三、《匈牙利舞曲》Hungarian Dances

故事中,哈利搬进了纽蒙迦德;故事中,格林德沃对狼歌唱;故事中,城堡外的世界逐渐崩毁;Voldemort就要输了,而邓布利多却在收集珠宝。


收官。


真的再也找不到如此合心意的作者了。

Eldritch和Catullus 16这两篇我不会翻。


【伏哈推文】Hauntingly

哇!这一篇文真的很特别,很少很少看见老伏被……唔。审判。
我只记得The Love Accident里面有这种段落。
这篇文各种逻辑上的跳跃,还有一些不合实际的幻想,但总体来说相当好,文笔流畅(虽然不算最顶尖,但绝对看得舒服),人物刻画非常到位,不黑不吹,除了美化老伏了一丁点。不过这个老伏还是非常非常跳跃啊,他类似原著的性格坚持了大半篇,然后后半篇略ooc了一丁点,然后在最后几章狂奔在了ooc的康庄大道上。

没事,我对浪漫化的老伏ooc有很大的抗性。


又是一个小哈被发现是魂器然后被老伏逮了活生生关了一年(没错就那种很恐怖的挖了个坑就埋了的方式)之后教授拼死拼活把他救出来然后发生的恋爱故事【大雾】

我对所有不黑不吹的文都没有什么抵抗力。


这里小哈也意外地品格坚定。

哪怕最后喜欢老伏,他也觉得,“我自己原谅他了就算了,凭什么替别人原谅他呢?”

其他一种我有点膈应的说法就是:

哈利:“我都原谅伏地魔了,你们难道比我更有资格恨他?”

(少年,大家当然有资格恨他啦!)

教授刻画得也非常非常好。如果原著里有某种契机——让教授和哈利能好好相处的话,我觉得他们相处模式也就这样了……也许一些玩笑的情节会tone down一点。


(虽然我比较少看纯伏哈,但这一篇我还相当喜欢。看逆自己cp的文重点就在品鉴情节啦,毕竟所有肉我都能心如止水地看过去(/ω\))

之前在看这个作者的no glory,唔,感觉也很好呢!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11685657/1/

这是简介:
Alive. Hidden. Concealed in the metaphorical closet, and the ominous, creaking footsteps outside belong to a monster... He's sniffing the air in anticipation. He's craving more than the scent. Intoxicated by his own bloodlust, and a fleeting moment of weakness is all he needs. "Harry Potter...I will have you..." HP/LV/TR. In the most unhealthy, twisted way. Sequel to 'Mine'.


这一段是结尾,Draco的视角,我觉得全文点睛之笔啊!

"You have been charged with the crimes of the theft and destruction of priceless magical artifacts, the coercion of multiple individuals within the magical community, the consistent use of the Unforgiveable Curses, conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic, the kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment of Harry James Potter, and the murder of countless innocents. You have been found to be guilty of all of these crimes. You are sentenced to death through the veil."

Silence following those words. Voldemort didn't react. His eyes were a dull, vacant red, looking at no one.

I wonder what he was thinking, in that moment. It looked like he was thinking nothing at all.

"Do you have any final words?"

The whispers coming from beyond the veil fell silent. The deteriorated cloth stopped fluttering.

The entire atmosphere in the Chamber became strained in an instant. People shot each other fearful, confused glances. No one had expected the Minister to even offer him that opportunity.

The Dark Lord was quiet for a very long time. So long, in fact, that I was certain that he wasn't going to say anything after all.

Shacklebolt had just gestured for the aurors to continue when Voldemort turned. Not fully, just looking over his shoulder so that he was facing away from the Minister and the veil.

Voldemort was staring directly at Snape, there was no doubt about that. Like the softly whispered message was meant for him and him alone…though we all heard it very clearly.

"…I regret it."

And there was something else being said, then, too, I could tell. The eye contact between the two of them was just a bit too long; Snape's usually practiced, neutral expression was just a bit too tense. There was definitely some mental conversation happening between the two Legilimens right then…but I'm sure Snape will never admit to it, and the world will never know what it was.

Voldemort turned away.

The Minister stepped aside and nodded towards the aurors, who redirected their wands at the Dark Lord and magically pushed him towards the dais. Everyone held their breath, grasping at each other's hands and tensing.

We all watched in rapt horror as, for the first time since entering the chamber, Voldemort cracked and showed some emotion.

Fear.

The second he'd stepped onto the dais, just a few feet from the veil, his blank expression crumbled. The chains glowed with a sudden, bright intensity, and the aurors all moved forward, shouting things to increase whatever spells they had already cast on him. Voldemort hissed in pain as the chains started smoking, presumably burning him when his magic began to stir, crackling about his body.

Kingsley raised his wand, too, in an effort to help, because suddenly the Dark Lord was panicked and fearful, and had decided that no, he did not want to be executed and forced to go through the veil, after all. Imagine that.

It was just when I thought things were going to really get crazy—the chains had started flashing, one of the auror's wands had gone flying from his hand inexplicably, spectators had begun to draw their own in preparation of some massively unbalanced battle—that it happened.

I know I heard it.

I know, because I was right there—right there!—so close to the dais.

And Voldemort heard it, too.

"Do not be afraid."

The Dark Lord's panicked expression melted away, and he suddenly looked so stunned. So was I.

His voice.

I only saw it because I was looking for it. Everyone else had their attention fixed on Voldemort, but not me, not after I heard that. I saw him before anyone else.

Just his fingers, at first. A hand being extended from a man who was mostly concealed beneath a Cloak of Invisibility. And on his middle finger, gold gleaming in the light of the enchanted, flashing chains—

A ring.

And this is the part, readers, where I'm sure I may lose some of you. But I know what I saw. It was a giant, golden ring, and on it was a cracked stone. A very large, dark gem. And there, in the center of that stone, right in the middle of the crack, was the same symbol which Weasley showed us all once in a book. A crude drawing someone had put at the beginning of The Tale of the Three Brothers. A line within a circle within a triangle.

It dawned on me as it happened.

That was the resurrection stone. That was the resurrection stone, it was real, and that man who was standing in front of me at this supposed entryway into Death was Harry, and he had somehow woken up and found it—

This impossible realization was exploding in my mind right then, but the entire Chamber seemed to have frozen in a state of suspended disbelief.

Because even though I don't think anyone else heard the first part, everyone noticed when a semi-transparent, silvery silhouette shimmered directly in front of the veil. The tattered, old cloth was flickering at his backside, dancing against his skin in way that, had I been paying proper attention before, would have been obvious that there was someone standing there.

So Harry Potter shocked the world again with another unexpected, brief appearance…or, at least, the person who used to be Harry Potter.

People will tell you it's just a story, but mark my words, dear readers: that was the Master of Death, standing there in that Chamber on September 1st, 1997.

Gods, I can still envision it all precisely! Like a photograph in my mind. He didn't actually take the cloak off, only tilted his head back just enough so that, from where I was standing, I could make out one of his eyes.

Visceral, vibrant green. Brighter than anything they'd been in life.

He was smiling.

And… I don't know if I can explain it properly. But there was a sort of…coolness, all around him. Like winter air. At the time, I'd thought it was just coming from beyond the veil itself, but…

"I'll go before you…always."

The second time he spoke, the entire hall heard it. In response, Voldemort made this sort of choked sob that was nothing like any sound I'd ever heard the Dark Lord make.

Then Harry took him.

He reached out with both hands and wrapped his fingers around the chains that covered Voldemort's waist. Harry pulled him towards him, and then…then they were gone.

Gone.

Even now—especially now—it seems unreal. It was such a quick and confusing movement. Harry, only partially visible, reaching forward and swathing the Dark Lord in his Cloak of Invisibility so that no one could see either of them, and then the veil… The veil swishing back; the undeniable evidence of people passing through it, beneath the stone archway.

One moment, there. The next, gone. The dark aura of Voldemort's presence, gone. The coolness in the air, gone.

The whispers, silent.

Gone.

这里你以为是HE了对不对?

天真啊少年。

作者还有特殊的BE技巧,看得我心杠杠的。