#hd fic

Prism, 1.6k, E

Summary: While conducting an experiment in The Department of Mysteries, an accident teaches Draco something about what it means to love.

by HenricusDangerRex (SourFacedLemon)

Written for forsworn (@forswornn) for the Consent Issues Exchange 2025!

Venom Vine is a relatively harmless out-of-town villain who mostly gets up to kinky mischief with her dates, and Henry generally likes getting to hang out with her when she gets a new boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever in Swellview.

He reminds himself of this very firmly as the busted canister filled with her latest batch of product starts leaking thick, pink-tinted fog, Viv herself doesn't look nearly as remorseful as she should, and Henry becomes extremely aware of Ray's hands at his shoulder and hip pulling him helpfully off the ground.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Danger Force (TV), Henry Danger (TV)  

Relationships: Henry Hart/Ray Manchester

Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Consent Issues, Car Sex, Frottage, Clothed Sex, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Consent Issues Exchange 2025, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Pain Kink, Biting, Aphrodisiacs, Non-Explicit Sex, Accidental Drug Use, Coming In Pants

Words: 3,332

summary: she zooms in, snaps a picture, and then it’s done. it’s over, she has exactly what she needs, exactly what she’s been looking for for months now. henry hart is kid danger, and she’s the first person with real, tangible proof. / or, in which charlotte and henry have been rivals from the start, and charlotte knows she’s right about this.

fandoms: henry danger

relationships: henry hart & charlotte page-bolton

word count: 1,293

a/n: so i know i’ve been posting a lot about a random character who wants to expose henry as kd and it was a joke at first, but then i had this idea. and it kind of started off as like, a mini post of headcanons but then it turned into actual writing and surpassed 1k words so i thought what the hell, i haven’t written an official fic (that isn’t in chat format) in a while. so here’s this, all rambled out at once and barely edited and un-beta’d. i hope you enjoy.

dedications: please don’t feel any pressure to read this! but i’m just gonna tag @ciara-knightly @bizackmartin @mychenrymadness @just-a-j-reallly @charlottepage @cactus-con @up-the-tube @bijerbear and @taylorswiftrulestheworld 

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here’s the thing: henry and charlotte aren’t best friends.

far from it, actually. maybe hate is a strong word, in charlotte’s mind (although henry is all-too-quick to use it), but they’ve been at odds since they were kids. really, it’s hard for either of them to pinpoint when it started. maybe it was in the first grade, when henry broke charlotte’s magenta crayon and insisted he wasn’t the culprit. maybe second, when they had to share a cubby together, which led to constant bickering. maybe fourth, when charlotte ratted him out for playing on his nintendo ds in class. but at some point, they started hating each other. and they’re not really sure why they still do now—that’s just the way it’s always been.

they compete over everything—student council positions, academics, sports, even stupid, trivial things like instagram followers. and to be honest, charlotte doesn’t like being that egotistical person she becomes whenever she’s trying to one-up him, but she can’t help it. he’s so prideful and careless and arrogant and it’s infuriating. 

and when kid danger shows up, she’s the only person who isn’t fooled. somehow, she knows its him; maybe it’s the height, or the haircut, but she knows. and she confronts him, and he denies it vehemently, but charlotte knows better than to fall for it. there’s clues everywhere, and she prides herself on being smart—so of course she picks up on the little things that no one else seems to notice.

like how henry’s always late to class. how he’ll always miss school right around the time that kid danger shows up. how he’s always so eager to get to work, how he has to step away from his friends before taking calls, how his watch always beeps and he acts like the world is ending. 

“i know that it’s you,” she says, and the smirk on his face is so smug that charlotte half wishes she believed in solving issues with violence just so she could wipe it off of his face. 

“prove it,” he replies.

and she tries. she hangs around the stupid junk store he works at more often than any normal person. she watches his every move like a goddamn hawk. she listens to his phone conversations more closely than she’d like to admit. she talks to loose-lipped jasper, who’s henry’s best friend and someone she’s been close to ever since they started sharing fashion advice and physics notes, but either he’s really good at playing dumb or henry really hasn’t told him yet—and is better at keeping secrets than she would’ve expected.

but she knows. it has to be him—and she isn’t going to stop until she gets her proof. she’s not even sure why it means so much to her; maybe it’s a mixture of pride and stubbornness but she knows she’s not wrong and she needs the evidence. 

and then—of all places—she’s at burger castle.

three masked men bust through the door, and there’s shouting and screaming and gunshots fired at the ceiling, and everyone’s ducking under the tables. and captain man’s out of town for the weekend; the news had spread like wildfire through swellview, so maybe that’s why the robbers choose now to do it (but a fucking burger castle? seriously?)

and then kid danger saunters through the door. he’s all witty comebacks and an overall air of carelessness, but there’s a note of relief mixed in with the annoyance in charlotte’s chest. he takes them down fast, but it’s a messy fight—he somehow ends up with ketchup covering his hands, so he strips off his gloves.

and that’s when charlotte sees it. there’s a birthmark on the side of kid danger’s wrist, and maybe she doesn’t like henry hart but she knows him, maybe too well and at least well enough to know that he has the same one in the same place. she zooms in, snaps a picture, and then it’s done. it’s over, she has exactly what she needs, exactly what she’s been looking for for months now. henry hart is kid danger, and she’s the first person with real, tangible proof.

then, she looks over at him. he’s kneeling in front of a crying girl who can’t be more than six, with his hands on her shoulders and a gentle smile on his masked face. he says something that charlotte can’t hear, and the girl giggles, and for a moment, she doesn’t see the pride and arrogance that always seems to surround henry. she just sees a hero.

then he turns, and his eyes lock on hers, and maybe he knows her as well as she knows him because he takes one look at the phone in her hands and the look on her face and the expression drops from his. charlotte half runs out the door, and then she makes a decision.

“charlotte!” he catches up to her, and tugs her behind the building and away from the news vans that have just pulled up. his eyes are so wide with panic that she thinks she can hear his heart racing. 

“henry,” she says, and he looks, for the first time that day despite staring down the barrel of a gun only a few minutes ago, afraid.

“you have proof, don’t you?” it’s not really a question. he tugs a hand through his hair and swallows as she nods mutely .

“please,” he says, and of all the ways she’d pictured this moment going this was never one of them. “i know we’re not...friends, i know we’ve never been friends but i can’t—this could put everyone i care about in danger.” he sounds so desperate. “and i’m sorry i’ve been a jerk to you for so long, it was so stupid, i don’t even know why i ever did any of that stuff to you but now i’m asking you, charlotte, please don’t tell anyone. i can’t let this get out, that would mean that it’s all over and i—”

“henry,” she cuts in, and when he glances up at her his eyes are rimmed in red. “i deleted the video.”

“you what?”

charlotte bites her lip, shifting on her feet—and she’s not usually one to get nervous or awkward but henry looks like he’s about to cry and she’s just doing her best to explain herself. “you’re right; we’ve never been friends. but you—you saved a lot of people today. you’ve been saving a lot of people since you started doing this, and i’m not gonna take that away because of some petty grudge that,” and she laughs a little despite herself, “i can’t even remember the reason for. so, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. i won’t say anything.”

the look on his face is so intensely relieved that it’s almost endearing. “thank you,” he says, voice a little breathless, and she nods at him, smiling softly.

“it’s the least i could do, kid danger,” she replies, and as a smile slowly eases on his face she adds, “besides, maybe now i can help you. some of your tech needs a major upgrade.”

Title: Let Me Call You Mine ( Just For Tonight )

Rating: E

Length: 7k

Summary:

When Pansy suggests they sneak out of the castle to experience the commoners’ festivities, Draco thinks it’s the worst idea she has ever had. That is until he meets Harry and he’s forced to reconsider everything he thought.

Draco has always known it’s easy to be the person you want to be when you’re wearing a mask, but he’s never been prepared for what happens when the masks come off.

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Medieval; Medieval Fantasy AU; Prince Draco Malfoy; Pagan Festivals; Drunken Shenanigans; First Time Blow Jobs; Semi-Public Sex; Feels; Humor; The Burrow Is A Pub; Too Many Gingers; draco has feelings

For: @magpiefngrl

I am so sorry this is nearly a month late Magpie but actually getting a story line I could run with proved more challenging than I hoped but then this one hit me last night and here we are. You’re an absolute delight of a person, a wonderful writer and just a great person to know in the fandom. I know you’ve been talking about AU’s recently, and this is the kinda thing I want to write for orginal fic, so I was really excited to give this a go and I really hope you like it!!

Thank you all who read/commented on chapter 4 -- your feedback was a joy to read.  I hope you enjoy this chapter, too!  The plot is thickening, emotions are on the rise, and overall the story’s beginning to truly develop.  

Read it here -- Changeling (chapter 5) 

For new readers -- from the top 

SUMMARY:  

The case seems to be an excuse to get the Boy Who Lived away from the press for a while -- Head Auror Savage is human, after all.  But when they arrive to Barebone Castle, Aurors Potter and Malfoy realize that something sinister may indeed be going on.

That’s a problem... Much like Draco’s raging, eternal, highly inconvenient crush. 

Again, I emphasize that this fic is COMPLETE (11 chapters + epilogue), and chapters will be going up weekly on Thursdays, at about 2 pm!  

More of my writing: Puzzle Pieces

okay so i started this one right after “a tale of two pipers” and i was very excited about it but i realized somewhere along the way that i had no idea where i was going with it. i still like the beginning of it, though. this is set in the future.

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The apocalypse comes in the spring.

It’s sort of funny, in that way—spring has always been considered a time for new beginnings; fresh sketches for a new line of clothing taped to the walls of her apartment, Henry’s flowers in full bloom, the sunshine pouring in through the windows and the last patches of frost melting away and other things that Piper should take more notice of before it all goes away. She doesn’t, though, and it’s not until later that she’ll regret it.

This time, spring brings about the end.

She wishes she could say that no one saw it coming, but she knows that’s not true. She’s a fashion designer, not a goddamn rocket scientist like Charlotte, but she’s been watching movies about robots taking over since she was a kid. She remembers being ten and seeing a documentary about the implications of machine learning. She remembers her physics professor in college spending half a week lecturing about how dangerous artificial intelligence could become when it wasn’t even part of the curriculum. Hell, she remembers all the villains that Henry and Ray have faced that turned out to be cyborgs or robots that evolved beyond their programming and decided humanity was the scum of the earth. (Which, if she’s being honest, is sort of difficult to argue with.)

So the end of the world is a surprise to absolutely fucking no one.

But it comes anyway.

Later, she’ll learn that there was a military program that was kept completely under the wraps, hidden away from the public eye. Later, she’ll learn that they were developing robots to use against the whoever the hell the enemy was, robots that were equipped with nearly indestructible armor and weapons that could blast someone out of existence and artificial intelligence so they could learn on their own. Later, she’ll learn that they were too smart, that things got out of hand, that the robots grew beyond their control and later she’ll wonder why the hell they didn’t predict this.

They took preventative measures, they’ll say. She’ll come to learn that it was never enough.

For now, all she knows is that a rogue robot kills the president, and it seems like something out of a fucking science fiction movie. And not even a good one.

The world devolves into chaos.

The power grid gets cut off completely. After that, for a while, at least, the robots don’t have to do much. The paranoia of the general public is enough; people don’t know how to live without power anymore; they kill each other in their fights to raid food stores, they drive recklessly without any idea of where they’re going just to get away, they take advantage of the panic to take for themselves. What good that will do now, Piper doesn’t know.

Henry goes out a lot more often, with Piper watching from the news with bated breath and sometimes a comm set in her ear. Ray, despite his saying for about a year now that he deserves to retire, puts the suit back on and steps out into the field. Superheroes she’s only ever seen on TV, like the Thundertwins and Mr. Miracle and Queen Frost, are sighted more and more often, trying to settle things down, stopping disasters before they happen.

It’s enough, up until the moment that it isn’t.

Draco frowned before swearing and dropping the file back on Harry’s desk. “Fuck. Do you think that’s what they’re doing with the children? Trying to use their magic to help Squibs?”

“Surely that’s too noble?” Harry said. If that's what the Natural Order were doing it just seemed so tame.  Like it was a good cause that they were going about in the complete fucking wrong way.

“Their intention was never evil.”

Harry’s head flew up to see the Wraith twins leaning in the doorway. Dahlia gave him a weak smile before walking into the room and continuing. “We gathered that from Farrant They genuinely could be working towards helping people and the magical community. They just don’t care how they get the results.”

It terrified Harry to think that this group had always been there just under the surface, biding their time through the two wizarding wars.

“They’re a deontological group,” Dash added, rubbing a hand over his face.

Both twins looked even more disheveled than usual. Dahlia’s curly hair was even bushier than Hermione’s had been at Hogwarts, and Dash looked like he was about to pass out. Even their dark skin looked pale and drained. Harry wasn’t surprised, because he thought they had both been working all day without a break.

According to Cho, Dahlia hadn’t left her lab, and Dash had been entering people's minds left and right. He had also been fantastic on the field mission. Harry wasn’t sure they’d have been successful without him. He’d discovered Hektor’s presence and been able to predict each of the Natural Order’s moves.

“Isn’t it teleological?” Draco frowned. “Consequences, not actions.”

Dash waved his hand at Draco and hummed. “That’s what I meant.”

Draco nodded. “Very Utilitarian,” his frown deepened as he seemed to notice the state of the Wraith twins. “You two need to go home, since it’s nearly midnight. You both look like shit.”

“Cauldron, whatever else, you’re black,” Dahlia shrugged, a crooked smile on her face. Harry thought that wasn’t the exact phrase. “You need to go home too.”

“I’m fine, you can’t tell me what to do,” Draco said, propping his chin on his hand.

“You do look like shit,” Harry said.

Draco flipped him off. “You can’t tell me what to do, Junior Auror, I’m two ranks above you.”

“Alright, Sir,” Harry drawled, noting the way Draco’s mouth quirked. He’d file that away for another time.

“Leave us out of your kinky games,” Dahlia groaned.

Harry ducked his head awkwardly.

“What?” Dahlia said, smirking at them both innocently. “We have eyes.”

“You have a mind reader,” Harry deadpanned.

“That too,” Dahlia said, smiling fondly up at her brother.

Dash winked at Harry and leaned his elbow on Dahlia’s shoulder.

“Go home and stop being a pain in my arse,” Draco said, waving his hand dismissively at them.

“Only if you go home too,” Dash said, fixing his heavy gaze on Draco, who scowled.

“I’ll get him home,” Harry said, blushing as everyone’s eyes fell on him.

Dahlia snorted. “Of course you will, sleep well boys,” she laughed, leering at them before walking out. Dash glanced between the two of them and winked again before following his sister.

“I need better employees,” Draco muttered.

“You didn’t have to drop me home, Harry,” Draco said, sending Harry a look as he climbed out of the floo. “I’m not a baby.”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “I know, I just-”

“Have a saving people thing?” Draco said, grabbing Harry’s shirt and giving him a soft kiss. “I know, but I’m not something for you to save. If this ,” he gestured between the two of them, “is going to be a thing, then I need you to treat me as an equal. Someone who can look after himself.”

There was a furrow between Harry’s brows that Draco wanted to smooth away, but he didn’t. He needed Harry to understand this. He wasn’t something to be babied or coddled. He didn’t want or like—and never had—Harry Potter, The Saviour.

“I know, and I don’t think of you that way,” Harry said slowly. “It’s just…” He trailed off, and Draco waited for him to find the words. “I just struggle with seeing the people I care about in pain,” Harry said finally.

Draco squeezed his hand. “I know.” He’d worried earlier that Harry would snap at Astoria, but thankfully Harry had kept his mouth shut.

Merlin, after that encounter Draco needed a glass of wine or maybe a bottle. He was trying to keep his head and stay calm in the face of everything.

“Astoria’s got fiester with age,” Draco sighed, wandering through to the kitchen and letting Harry follow him. When they had first married, Astoria  had been silent. In fact, she had had the personality of a brick wall during their relationship. He presumed it had something to do with the shit nature of their relationship. So Draco was happy for her that she had finally come into her own. He just wished he could be happy for her with her still in France.

“Has she always been that fit, too?” Harry asked. Draco tried to swat him, but Harry ducked out of the way laughing. “What! Come on, she’s stunning! Should I be jealous?”

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled down a glass before turning for the open  bottle of red in the fridge.. “Even if you didn’t have a rather spectacular cock, there would be no need to be jealous because I only like men.”

Harry laughed. Draco considered offering Harry a glass because a large part of him desperately wanted Harry to stay, but the rational part of him knew he had to send Harry home. He couldn’t and wouldn’t be dependent on him. Draco would just wait until Harry was gone to pour himself a glass. He liked to think he still had the manners he had been taught. He was looking forward to opening that delightful bottle of red.

“It would be like me being jealous of you spending time with Ginny Weasley,” Draco continued. Harry snorted and Draco raised his eyebrows. “You were meant to marry her, right?”

Harry scoffed. “Only according to the Prophet . Say that to Ginny, and she’d punch you.”

Draco remembered the glare on Ginny Weasley’s face everytime she had seen him and winced. “I don’t think she needs an excuse to punch me.”

“In her mind she has an excuse,” Harry shrugged.

Draco paused and tapped his fingers against the counter. He supposed it was about time this came up. “I am…sorry about that. It was distasteful of me.”

“Distasteful?” Harry snorted. “You lied to get me to shag you. I didn’t want to be a part of what you made me a part of.”

Draco glanced around the kitchen, his eyes lingering on the bottle of wine he desperately wanted. “I know, and it was shitty of me. I’m not trying to excuse it, and I know I hurt you, but I’d always had a thing for you, and I never loved Astoria, and so when the moment presented itself I took it. I thought I was going to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life. However, I know you’d specifically refused to shag a married man and I lied, so I’m sorry.”

Harry didn’t say anything for a while and Draco really considered offering him a glass of wine just to break the silence. “You didn’t hurt me, but you did fuck me off. I didn’t think I’d ever forgive you for it, but then I got to know you and realised you’re not the utter arsehole I thought you were.”

“Utter arsehole?” Draco said.

Harry grinned and tucked his fingers in Draco’s belt loops, pulling Draco closer. “Thank you though,” Harry’s lips were on Draco’s neck, which  Draco arched to give him more access. “The apology means a lot.”

Harry’s mouth was wet against Draco’s jaw as it moved along, nipping and sucking until Harry reached Draco’s mouth and kissed him. Draco let himself get lost in Harry’s mouth, let himself give in to this distraction. He’d still send Harry home afterward, but he wanted this now. He wanted what Harry was willing to offer him.

“Distract me,” Draco whispered, and it was a plea that he hoped Harry would grant.

“Draco,” Harry started, pulling back ever so slightly, his brows furrowed.

“I don’t need saving Harry, and I don’t want you to wrap me up in a blanket,” Draco said, grazing his teeth along on Harry’s neck, liking the way Harry moaned. “I’m a grown fucking man, and I just want distracting,” Draco kissed Harry again. He was tired of reminding Harry that he was an adult who could make his own decisions. He understood Harry’s saving thing, but Draco didn’t want it.