Marauders era fic in the world of DxD. Lily is Rias.
Prompts
articulating potential
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Harry Delacour
Fleurs parents would love for her to have a little sibling to play with but they have trouble conceiving so they turn to adoption. And see here this cute little boy that was left on the orphanage doorstep just two days ago on november 4 1981. Harry grows up with the Delacours and they even get a new little sister after a couple years. Eventually they figure out Harrys true identity for he gets a letter to attend Hogwarts. Fleur will fall in love with him without realizing since he is the only guy that isn’t weird to her and becomes quite an overprotective yandere sister while Harry stays oblivious.
No Voldemort since all the horcruxes failed when the AK backfired. Just a fluffy, funny fic.
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The Power of Blood
There is power in blood, that was something Harry Potter was intimately familiar with and he never doubted it. However, what happened definitely surprised him. It started on a mission for the Order, him and Fleur were looking for one of Voldemort’s artefacts. The hideout was not guarded by men and the traps were quite easy to detect and dismantle.
Too easy, it turned out. There was a guardian. A demon from nightmares suddenly charged at them, a thing of shadow and flame, of curse-bound flesh. Though dodging the cat o’ nine tails made of cursed flame and the sword of lightning and thunder was far from easy, they managed, and eventually, their spells managed to pierce its hide and . As the beast crumpled to the ground, Harry and Fleur stood panting, supporting each other. They certainly did not expect it to explode.
Fortunately, they both woke up quickly, healthy and whole, however, they had a particularly nasty feeling in their mouths. When the demon blew up, some of it ended in their mouths and they reflexively swallowed.
As they would find out, partaking in demon flesh and blood, especially of a demon they slew together, would have consequences.
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A Birb to Kill For
Harry wasn’t worried when the two Malfoy goons walked into his office, he had dealt with hired muscle before. An unavoidable consequence of investigating people’s dirty laundry, you know? He wasn’t concerned when Lucious Malfoy himself, the head of the largest crime family in the country, walked in behind them. All suave and debonair, his tailored suit and matching cane looking more expensive than the entire contents of the little office. He wasn’t even concerned when Malfoy told him he wasn’t there because Harry had helped put one of his lieutenants behind bars, smug bastard even had the balls to smirk.
He was supremely worried when Malfoy offered to hire him.
He needed someone outside the Ministry to investigate something for him. A simple internal matter, had been the words used, but Harry knew better. One of their guys had gotten hit and they wanted to find out whodunnit, likely hoping to pin the blame on someone in the Nott family. Anything to light the spark of open war between the two families.
He almost refused, an immediate no, they didn’t take jobs from mob bosses. Gangsters were trouble…but they needed the money. They hadn’t had a decent paying job in a while, suspicious spouses and jealous exes didn't pay the bills, and his partner had been missing for days….
So, that’s how Harry found himself in the middle of a hotel room on the other side of town, the room a mess, blood stains on the bed and far wall, the remnants of a vase shattered near the door. The body of one of Malfoy's men was still in the bathroom, head leaning awkwardly against the tub. He took a long drag on his cigarette and then froze, eyes catching an object at the base of the side table. Walking over, he bent down and sighed as he picked up the hair clip. The small diamonds of the clip had been marred by flecks of red. He knew this clip, he’d seen it almost every day for four years.
“Dammit Delacour,” he muttered to himself, “What have you gotten us into?”
TL;DR: Noir AU where Harry and Fleur are PI’s
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Lucky
The waters around the island sparkled in the midday sun, like multi colored jewels dancing atop the waves.
The sea breeze wafted across the beach, gently mussing Harry’s messy black locks as he sat atop the sands, leaning back on his elbows.
A laugh drew his attention. He turned to the shore...
And beheld a vision in silver and blue.
Fleur Delacour stood on the soft, wet sand, letting the waves wash over her feet as she smiled.
She turned to him, and he beheld her in all her summery glory.
She was dressed in a light, powder blue dress top, her shoulders bare, loose sleeves billowing in the wind.
Her top was tucked into a pair of white bikini shorts that hugged her lithe figure. A sash, the same shade of blue as her dress, was wrapped around her waist. Her legs were bare, dainty feet adorned in merely a pair of blue sandals.
Her silvery hair, done up in an easy ponytail and held in place by a dark blue bow, swayed in the wind as she smiled at him, her face lighting up angelically with joy.
What had he ever done to deserve her?
Why had she ever chosen him, of all people?
“‘Arry?”
He blinked, startled from his thoughts.
Fleur leaned over him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder as she spoke, eyes filled with concern and care, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said.
She pouted adorably, stomping her foot in the golden sands. She sat herself down in his lap, wiggling around to find a comfortable position, the feeling of her derriere doing things to him.
Her hand came up to cup his cheek, “You can't lie to me, mon amour.”
Harry smiled at her, his arms coming up to wrap around her chest, pulling her in, as he rested his head on the crook of her neck, “I’m not lying, Fleur. Just remembering how lucky I am to have someone as wonderful as you.”
She smiled, planting a kiss in his hair as her hands came up to lovingly stroke through the messy raven locks, her voice laden with love as she replied, “Believe me, ‘Arry. The feeling is mutual.”
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A Wand for Simmy
At the start of Gold Morning, Khepri assimilates all of Eden's Shards into her Matrix and forms a Proto-Entity. Including High Priest, though the current Shard-Host is messing up that link something FIERCE. During Gold Morning, Khepri, being currently assimilated in a very unpleasant, mind-breaking way by her power, remembers she needs to do SOMETHING with the Simurgh because the manipulative bitch can literally end the world with two pieces of goddamn string if you let her.
So she dials up a random dimension, cuts off all of High Priest's Links to the Cores, and yeets Simmy to a random dimension.
Surprise surprise, it's HP. Whodathunk?
Fic starts a bit before Philosopher's stone, with Simmy (now in 11 Y.O cherubic little girl format, sans non-euclidian wings) breaks into dumbledor's office and "accepts" herself into Hogwarts.
Key points:
- During the entire fic, Simmy does not speak a single word - the closest she gets is an increadibly smug "Humph!" which should be used VERY sparingly to dramatic effect.
- Flowerpot (Duh!): Simmy decides to ship because 1. The Simurgh Tracks ALL possible avenues of Romance, and her Shipping Chart is OMNIDIMENSIONAL. 2. She considers her and Fleur as Birb!Sisters and honor dictates she must hook a sister up. Best Zizster.
- The entire fic needs to feel like Simmy's taking the shit here, since she could theoretically mind-rape everything into it's proper shape or telekinetically blender all opposition, but it's less fun that way.
- Using palpable Simurgh Powers should be done very sparingly: Examples are - mind-raping Diary!Mort to squeeze out his secrets, Making friends with the Big!Snek because honestly, not enough fics save the basilisk in my opinion, and Fetus!Voldemort getting a 15-foot, levitating, alabaster white, silver eyed, VERY SMUG surprise at the end of the 4th year because he made a run at out ship, only to find out that his small, undeveloped pirate brain has confused a merchant vessel and the Soviet Battlecruiser Admiral Nakhimov.
- Simmy communicates entirely via Gestures (That occasionally take a turn to the lewd), Eyebrow wiggles, Smug expressions, and a small black board and chalk that she levitates around with her.
I think it'd be pretty fire. [10:19 AM] It's name shall be - a Wand for Simmy. [10:20 AM] Bonus points if Simmy carries around a wand with one of her feathers are 'accidentally' spooks the shit out of olivander.
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To Love A Veela
Harry and Fleur have been dating seriously for quite some time, going through various adventures and trouble together. They stood beside each other facing both friends and foes, shared joy and sadness, overcame adversity.
During all this they both learned much, about their partner and about themselves. Through word and deed, Fleur has proven her love, her steadfastness and brilliance, Harry his loyalty, his acceptance, his heart. They shared many moments of quiet, comfortable solitude together, Fleur has shown Harry the beauty of intimacy with a person who loves you. Harry has grown comfortable in his own skin, facing the shadows of his upbringing with the brilliant, fiery, loyal Fleur at his side. Both have grown to trust the other as they have never trusted anyone else in the world. They have also made strides in their physical intimacy, yet Fleur now seemed almost reticent, shy. They are in their bedroom, the usually so self-assured Fleur, the temptress who could give a succubus a run for her money in Harry’s eyes, seems nervous, as they each strip, caressing every inch of the other’s body. It is thanks to Fleur that Harry abandoned his shyness when it came to his body, Fleur indignant, passionate exclamation of how proud she was to have a man bearing so many scars igniting a fire in Harry’s heart. As he peppers Fleur with his hot kisses, caresses every curve of her delectable body, Fleur seems to abandon her doubts, toppling Harry and landing on him in their bed.
As their passion grows, Harry still has to reassure Fleur at various moments, it is him who drives her on, drives her ever wilder. Until finally, Fleur comes undone, abandoning all restraint. It could be said that on that night Harry learned what it means to truly love a Veela, an embodiment of passion and fire, as her now predatory eyes gazed into his, her talons gripped his shoulders, her splayed wings filling his vision. Yet in his heart of hearts no true change occurs. The transformation, for many a terrifying sight, meant only one thing in Harry’s eyes. While he is limited in expressing his feelings for his love to words and deeds, her silvery feathers now coating much of their bedroom, her inhuman screech, the sparks having left marks on the floor, all those were merely more expressions of Fleur’s feelings for him.
A more ordinary man would be intimidated, scared even, but Harry has long ago learned not to be merely ordinary. He loves his Fleur, with all that he is, he loves, adores and worships everything that she can bring to bear. To love a Veela is to love the embodiment of life and fire, go through flames every night. And he does.
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The Stag and the Flower
At the end of his sixth year, Harry’s Conjured Corporeal Patronus was so strong that it kept running for days before fading away. When it happened, it had already crossed the channels.
Fleur was not feeling well because she had just lost her little sister, killed by a dark wizard. She could not sleep for two days until a bright stag appeared in her garden — she knew what it was because she was a witch. It stayed with her until she could finally close her eyes.
She hoped that she would meet whomever the Patronus belonged to one day, it had given her the will to move on.
It was the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament when Fleur found out who had Conjured the Patronus she saw last summer, it was Harry Potter, Hogwarts Head Boy and Triwizard Champion.
She watched him telling the bright stag to go find his hostage, after Summoning a broom.
After the task, her only goal would be to get to know him because he had unknowingly helped her. She had to thanks him.
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Charing Cross
After blowing up Marge, Harry escapes and accidentally summons the Knight Bus. Once he tells Stan that he's Neville, he climbs up a deck and starts looking for a bed when the driver floors it and Harry ends up flying backwards and next to a stranger. The girl helps him up and they start talking. Turns out she was visiting a friend who lives in Liverpool, and wanting to go to France, she gets the lowest priority, not that she minds. To Fleur, the bus is a joyride. Harry finds this girl a little strange, but her presence is oddly comforting and so they spent the next hour chatting until Harry has to get off at Charring Cross. A year later, one of the Beauxbaton girls walks over and is about to ask for the soup when they recognise each other.
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Am I Pretty?
Fleur Potter was sitting at her sweetheart's side, twirling the second most precious thing in her life: a knife made by her husband. As her darling read a book on her left, she decided to ask a question she had been meaning to ask since her accident, "'Arry, am I pretty?"
Harry, confused said, "Yes."
"Even with my mask off?"
Even more confused, he asked, "What is going on?"
With a depressed sigh, she asked, "What do you know about Kuchisake-onna?"
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Prompt: 18
Harry Potter but set in the Halo universe, and Halsey kidnapped him for the Spartan II program, and he's given a smart AI who is created from the brain of a deceased scientist by the name of Fleur Delacour, who just so happened to be a witch
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Mandalorian Harry
The young Bounty Hunter Harry, adopted by Clan Kryze after his parents were killed during the Mandalorian Civil War is hired by the Jedi on an undercover mission to rescue a lost Padawan from Separatist hands along with the item she was sent to retrieve, the simple assignment turns complicated when the Padawan in question is the beautiful but arrogant Fleur DeLacour, who thinks way too much of her Mind Tricks(that don't even work on him) and her fancy sword(that has nothing on his Beskar armor), and way too little of his sensible instructions, it doesn't help when General Grievous gets involved.
And why does Jedi General Kenobi looks upon Harry with such regret?
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Prompt: 74
A Death In Paradise style AU where stuffy Auror HP ends up getting transfered to a tropical French territory, and ends up being partnered with the sultry and sarcastic FD
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Prompt: 210
Harry potter an orphan is best friends with Fleur Delacour and Daphne greengrass who are the respective daughters of two royal families. The girls often ran away to parks to avoid the daily lessons which is where they meet harry. Fleur and Daphne join beauxbatons a school made for royals. While Harry joins the far away school Hogwarts making the trio break away. Timeskip 11 years both Daphne and Fleur feeling restricted join the marines in order to avoid their families and are now both Vice admirals with a very good record. Their latest assignment? Investigate and if possible bring the rising pirate to heel. Just who is the pirate code named "Emerald Eyes " and just why does he look so familiar.
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Prompt: 202
Harry is soul-bound to Gabby but starts a relationship with Fleur because Gabby is too young but has to fight the feeling of wrongness about the situation. They have to hide the relationship from her parents because they are conservative Veela, who'd refuse to allow such a thing to happen. Fleur and he tell her family that she is simply his French instructor and will help him get accustomed to Veela stuff but secretly she and he are falling in love. Time passes and he can't deny how his heart belongs to her. But now Gabby is old enough and is trying to start a relationship with him - he can't help the supernatural magnetism his heart and soul feels for her. Stuck between the two, between right and wrong. Someone is bound to get hurt, or so he believes.
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Woman at the Altar
Desperation writhed across her otherworldly form. Her trek was an arduous one; gliding across roots for kilometres on end she allowed her instincts to guide her to an altar before throwing herself upon the ground. Wings, previously a stream of pure white following her form now faced forwards, a reflection of her body. Nude, bar the traditional crown for prayer atop her brow, Fleur lay in supplication.
"Lord of the skies, creator of Veela"
"Zeus"
choking back a sob, she continues.
"Father."
With a deep breathe she moves on.
"Maman speaks of the adoration with which you held me as a babe."
Shaking her head, she turns to her real reason for being at this altar.
"I have always wanted to be more. More than your daughter, more than a Veela. Yet, here I lay prostrate before you willing to do anything, embrace all parts of myself and my heritage."
Her breath vibrates with the emotion of the request she's yet to bring forth.
"Please. I beg of you, bless Harry and I with a child of our own."
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Flowerpot Cuddles
AU where the Beauxbaton's Carriage is actually only about the size of a high school school bus, so when the students get to Hogwarts, they have to find alternative sleep arrangements. Most students pick the great hall, library, and several other places, Fleur has trouble finding a place to be where she won't get hounded by people.
Cue Harry overhearing her woes and offering his four poster while he sleeps somewhere else. When prompted as to where he will sleep, he shrugs her off and simply states that, "I've slept in much worse places than whatever I can find here."
Obviously, Fleur is curious, and thus strikes up an uneasy friendship which clearly grows into something more as the days go by.
Oh, and the end of the fic has to have the two of them ending up cuddling in Harry's 4 poster, because, come on, that's what this prompt really was, an extended plot to have flowerpot cuddles
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Decisions and Their Consequences
After his fifth year, James Potter realised how much of a bullies he and the other Marauders are and decides to do better from now on. After Sirius appeared one night on the Potters' doorsteps and begged for a place to stay (of course his parents agreed, how could they not?) Prongs and Padfoot started discussing James' decision and after the initial reluctance, Sirius agreed with it. After all, he can't even remember when was the last time he talked with Reggie, without them insulting each other.
When they get back for their sixth year, they talk with Moony and Wormtail and in the end, the Marauders come to the conclusion that the best way to show their decision, would be to finally end their 'war' with Sni-no, with Snape and form at least a truce of sorts.
Then they decided that since James saved Snape's life last term, he should be the one to apologise. When their approach not only doesn't work, but makes Snape's hate them even more now, because of the new rumours about his and James' sexual orientation. James explains the situation and asks for help his aunt Dorea, a Slytherin through and through. In her usual snark, she first berates his uncouth behaviour and then proceed to explain that James has to stop expecting Snape to act like a Gryffindor. Moreover, maybe he should find at least one good way of utilising all those years of 'pranks'. In the end the suggestion works and maybe Snape and Marauders will never be friends, but they gained a kind of understanding of each other.
Years later when Harry Potter is once again shot with the killing curse and gets to talk with the vision of Dumbledore on the empty King's Cross station. The late Headmaster gives him a choice to either go on to the ‘next great adventure’ or go back and finish the fight against Voldemort.
Harry gets the idea that maybe getting back isn't limited to just the current time, maybe he was just given an option to save all those good people that has died along the way.
So he goes back as far as he can. Moments later eleven years old Rose Potter, the Girl Who Lived wakes up. After getting used to the gender change, Rose realises that isn't the only different thing about her new reality. It is strange not to be hated by Snape and she is quite sure that she would remember meeting Fleur before Hogwarts.
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Un Petit Oops
At age 35, Fleur Potter nee Delacour discovers one of the most infamous websites to exist.
She discovers....Pornhub
Harry's sex life is never the same
“What are you watching, dear?” He asked his wife.
Jerking suddenly, she smashed the screen of her laptop shut before replying innocently, “Nothing…”
Next day…
“‘Arry! Come!” Fleur called. “We need to do this one right. now”
Minutes later…
“Ow. Ow. Fleur stop!” Harry begged in agony. “I can’t twist my body like that!”
"AH, you broke it!"
"Oh-la-la, pardon mon amour,” she spoke worriedly. “It will beuff out, non?"
"I'm afraid," he winced. "That from now on, you stick to the usual."
She snickered, "Stick."
"Fleur," he whined. "Too early."
Sighing disappointingly, she moved off him and left him to his miserable condition.
"Hey," he yelled.
"You just gonna leave me like this?"
Poking her head out of the bathroom, she eyed him flatly. "Well, I don't know, chéri," she shrugged. "I'm not a plumber. I can't fix a bent pipe."
He levelled an accusatory look at her. "Blame me all you want," she huffed. "You'll come back for more anyway."
Next day…
"You did what?" Harry gasped in disbelief.
Rolling her eyes, his wife continued to wash the dishes.
“‘Ow do you think I know all zat I do now ‘Arry?”
Fleur groans tiredly, rubbing her eyes, "I don't think I was in my right mind then. Because this was a mistake"
"All I did was ask Nana for...advice," she uttered, her voice betraying no guilt. "And, what happened was an accident, 'Arry."
"I still can't pi-...relief myself right," he growled.
"I know, the toilet seat seems to have remained down, as of late," she smirked. "Can't say I mind that new development."
"Fleur!"
"Easy chéri," she admonished. "You know what the Healer said. Getting upset will only lead to...uhm, le petit monsieur to get excited."
"Fuck!" He yelled.
"Not soon, anyway," she giggled.
"Woman!"
"Yes."
Thinking better of it at the deadly stare coming from his wife, Harry shut his mouth. "Nothing. Can I have some tea?"
"Bien sur," she replied, the half-avian face morphing back to her human self.
Immediately After...
Fleur watched her love’s face crumple, as he seemed to shrink down on himself, eyes looking everywhere but at her.
“‘Arry?”, She asked tentatively, reaching out for him, the way he flinched at the motion tearing her heart in two, “You… know I was joking, right?”
His eyes met hers, and the uncertainty and fear in them broke her, inside.
“Were you?”, He asked, his voice soft and low, “Were you really?”
Gasping, she took a seat beside him on the couch, drawing him into her embrace. His body was tense, wound up, afraid.
“F..Forgive me Harry”, She whispered, her hands stroking his hair, voice cracking from the weight of the emotions welling up in her, “I took it too far. I never meant to hurt you! Not now, not ever.”
He scoffed lowly, “Didn't seem that way to me.”
“I’m sorry!”, she whispered, “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do this again Harry I’m so sorry.”
“Never?”, His voice was quiet, and oh so hopeful.
“Never”, she vowed.
He relaxed in her embrace, his form slumping onto hers, as she continued stroking his hair.
“Thank you”, he whispered.
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Fahlaolia-el
Fahlaolia-el was not born of this planet...her father had sent his only daughter to Earth after he discovered that his own planet was about to be destroyed in a cataclysmic event. Crashlanding somewhere in France, she was found and raised by the wealthy and powerful Delacours. Follow Fleur Delacour as she joins her fellow students and travels to the famed Hogwarts School Of Magic where she begins to discover her new powers and finds true love with a certain young wizard with a mop of messy black hair and emerald green eyes and why was his last name Potter-Wayne?