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2024.11.10

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. better things to ask for by @whimsibeee [E, 5k]

On his way into the forest to confront Voldemort, Harry runs into Malfoy. In a moment of quiet in the war, they talk about everything they wish they had done before they died. They also fuck.

2. Forged Soulmates by Ace_Phoenix [E, 2k]

Harry was always warm, which became quite an inconvenience as every heatwave only seemed worse than the last. Draco, on the other hand, was always cold, and Harry was quick to seek out his body whenever he needed a moment to cool down. That, in turn, became a different kind of inconvenience for Draco, who liked Harry's warmth a bit more than he let on.

3. Friendly Competition by @jaysehasnograce [M, 74k]

Harry is going to be the new Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He needed a change from the way his life had been going. Unfortunately, he finds out Draco Malfoy is also going to be starting as a Hogwarts professor. Their rivalry is, of course, not budging. But since they're teachers now, they're not allowed to fight (well, they tried, but going against Minerva McGonagall's wishes is never advised). They both become fixated on proving they're the best teacher [...]

4. A Malfoy Misadventure by @jourmattie [E, 2k]

Draco Malfoy had always prided himself on his composure, his ability to navigate even the most challenging situations with a sneer and a shrug. But as he stumbled through the dimly lit hallways of Hogwarts, the world around him swirling in an intoxicating haze, he knew he was in trouble.

5. The Noctis Codex by jjntashi [M, 84k]

The one thing Draco and Harry despise most? Each other. But the next thing? Discovering they’re not just dreaming about each other but are trapped together in the same dreams every time they fall asleep—reliving their most painful, private memories side by side. Forced to uncover the cause of this twisted magic, they’re drawn into a dangerous, ancient curse with ties to the deepest parts of the wizarding world. Now, as they race to break the bond between them, they find that the closer they get to the truth, the harder it is to pull away… and breaking free may mean facing something far darker—and far more intimate—than either of them ever imagined.

6. One More Night by @ghostofnoir [E, 1k]

When a touch lingers...

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jourmattie · 9 months ago

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⌗ !! ꒰ Opposites Attract! ꒱ 🪼⌗

⌗ !! Before posting this, I read through a lot of tumblr (after redownloading it for the first time in like.. forever?) and I noticed all of the comments people have made on the Zanvis ship.

- Feedback or criticism is okay, but like… regardless of how you feel about the ship or others who write them, I will continue to express my creative freedom.

⌗ !! ꒰ Opposites Attract! ꒱ 🪼⌗

Snippit: Zane cursed under his breath at the irony—here he was, the self-proclaimed "bad boy," the "nerd", completely entranced by someone who embodied everything he pretended to despise.

Pairing: Zane Ro’Meave (Myst) / Travis Valkrum (Myst)

Tags: Pining, Dirty Thoughts, Study Date, Mutual Masturbation

CW: NSFW

A/N: Bacon bacon bacon. Someone help me figure out how to use tumblr

Ao3

THIS WORK CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT, DNI IF -18

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As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a scowl etched on his face, Zane’s thoughts inevitably drifted back to Travis. He remembered the way Travis's laughter echoed in the hallways, how his eyes sparkled with determination, and how Zane often found himself staring a little too long when he thought no one was looking. Those moments were solely infuriating, but oh-so intoxicating.

Zane cursed under his breath at the irony—here he was, the self-proclaimed "bad boy," the nerd, completely entranced by someone who embodied everything he pretended to despise. It infuriated him how Travis had this uncanny ability to see right through his tough exterior. "Why do I care so much?" he thought, the question a dagger to his pride.

In his mind, he imagined a confrontation, a world where he could just be honest, peeling away the layers of bravado to reveal the truth lurking beneath. But that required vulnerability, and Zane was not ready to face the fallout of his own emotions—no matter how much he wished he could just stop being an asshole and start being real.

But as Zane continued to reminisce, he felt an unwanted heat rising within him. He couldn't shake the image of Travis's playful smirk or the horrible attempts at flirting he had to bare watching. The more Zane thought, the more his imagination began to wander down a path he never intended to explore.

Before he knew it, his body was betraying him; a familiar, unwanted sensation stirred between his legs, igniting feelings he had tried so hard to suppress. Zane’s breath quickened as his mind conjured up images that sent his heart racing. The guilt hit him like a wave. How could he let his thoughts drift so far? This was Travis, Travis of all people. Anger washed over Zane, mingling with embarrassment as he berated himself for allowing his mind to slip into such a territory.

It wasn’t just the physical reaction that irked him; it was the realization that his feelings for Travis were deeper than he'd ever dared to admit. With a frustrated sigh, he rolled over, determined to banish the thoughts from his mind, but the awareness of that undeniable attraction lingered, leaving him both mad and confused.

Their paths often crossed in the crowded hallways of their high school. Zane would pretend not to notice Travis, quickly averting his gaze only when their eyes threatened to meet. But Travis was persistent, always finding ways to strike up a conversation, whether it was about the latest test or the upcoming school dance.

"Hey, Zane, waiting for someone?" Travis asked one day, leaning casually against the locker next to Zane's. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he noticed Zane's face turn a shade of pink just above his scarf-covered face. No real reaction came from Zane other than the thought of shutting down whatever thoughts Travis had put up.

"No," Zane grunted, quickly shoving his books into his bag, eager to escape the encounter.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Travis said, his voice presenting an attempt at charming Zane, something he mustve picked up from Dante. "I was just thinking, we could study together sometime. You know, for the chemistry exam."

Zane's heart skipped a beat. He had no problem doing the studying, he matter of fact always had his face buried in a book. But the idea of studying with Travis was both exciting and terrifying. "I... I don't need any help," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Travis smirked, visibly enjoying the effect he had on the usually stoic Zane. "Oh, I'm sure you don't. But I could use some company. It's more fun to study with a friend, right?"

Zane felt his cheeks burn. He had never thought of Travis as a friend, but the idea of spending time with him outside of school was strangely appealing. "I... I guess I could help you if you're struggling," he mumbled, his shyness momentarily overridden by his desire to spend more time with Travis.

That afternoon, they met at Zane's place, a bigger house which inhabited his two brothers aswell. However Zane's room was a reflection of his personality—dark walls adorned with posters of obscure bands and a messy bed covered in black sheets.

As Travis entered, his vibrant energy instantly filled the room. "Nice place," he said, his eyes taking in the unusual decor. "It suits you."

Zane felt self-conscious, suddenly aware of the mess around him. "Thanks, I guess," he muttered, clearing a pile of clothes from the bed. "We should probably get started on that study session."

They sat side by side on the bed, chemistry books open in front of them. But as they began to discuss chemical reactions, a different kind of reaction was building between them. Their bodies were close, and Zane could feel the warmth radiating from Travis' skin. He caught a whiff of Travis' cologne, a mix of musk and citrus, and his breath hitched.

Travis turned his head, his green eyes locking with Zane's blue ones. "You know, Zane, I've always thought you were kind of hot," he said, his voice low and husky.

Zane's heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to respond, but his mouth had gone dry. He nodded, unable to find his voice.

Travis leaned in, his lips brushing against Zane's ear. “H.. hey- What are you doing?” Zane stuttered through his words. "Let's take a break from studying. I've got something else in mind." His warm breath sent shivers down Zane's spine, had the white haired boy always been this smooth with his words?

Zane's hesitation melted away as Travis' lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. He moaned softly, his body responding to Travis' touch. With trembling hands, he pulled Travis closer, their bodies pressing together.

Travis' hands roamed over Zane's body, exploring every inch of his pale skin. He slid Zane’s shirt up and over his head, deciding that taking his mask off would be a bit too demeaning. Underneath the dark attire, he revealed his pale pudgy stomach, and kissed his way down, nipping and sucking gently. Zane arched into him, his hands threading through Travis' white hair.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Zane," Travis whispered, his breath hot against Zane's sensitive nipples. He took one between his lips, flicking his tongue over the hardened peak, causing Zane to gasp and squirm.

Zane's hands found Travis' belt, and he began to undo it, eager to feel the heat of Travis' skin against his own. He pulled Travis' shirt over his head, revealing a toned torso, and ran his hands over the smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Travis groaned as Zane's hands explored his body, his own hands now gripping Zane's hips tightly. He guided Zane back onto the bed, their movements became more frantic as they undressed each other. Zane's cock was straining against his boxers, and Travis' was already hard and leaking, eager for attention.

"I want to feel you," Travis panted, his eyes burning with desire. He positioned himself between Zane's legs, their cocks rubbing together through the thin fabric.

Zane arched his back, pushing his hips up to meet Travis' thrusts. "Fuck, yes," he moaned, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you, Travis."

Travis smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "You're gonna have me, baby." With that, he tore off their remaining clothing, revealing their erect cocks, straining towards each other.

Zane wrapped his hand around Travis' shaft, stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head. "You feel so good," he whispered, his eyes fixed on Travis' face, watching his reactions.

As Travis took the raven’s cock in hand and began pumping it in rhythm with his own—Zane threw his head back, his black hair fanning out on the pillow, as he let out a guttural moan. "Fuck, Travis, your touch is magic."

The room filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet sounds of their hands stroking their cocks. Zane's eyes rolled back as he felt the pressure building, his orgasm approaching fast.

"I'm gonna cum, Travis," he gasped, his body tensing.

"Not yet, baby," Travis growled, slowing his hand. "I want to feel you inside me first."

Zane's eyes widened as Travis reached for the lube on the bedside table. He watched, mesmerized, as Travis slicked up his fingers and began to prepare himself.

"Relax, let me take care of you," Travis whispered, his eyes never leaving Zane's. He gently pushed one finger inside himself, then added another, stretching and preparing his hole.

Zane's cock twitched at the sight, pre-cum dripping down the shaft. He couldn't wait any longer. "I need to be inside you," he groaned, positioning himself at Travis' entrance.

With one smooth thrust, Travis sunk down onto Zane’s shaft, his eyes rolling back at the incredible sensation. Travis was tight and hot around him, squeezing his cock like a vice.

"Fuck, yes!" Travis cried out, his body adjusting to the invasion. "Move, Zane, please."

Zane began to grind up into the man, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Travis' welcoming hole. The white haired boy planted a hand on either side of Zane’s head, to stabilize himself.

The bed creaked beneath them as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Zane's hands gripped Travis' hips, leaving red marks on his pale skin, guiding him onto his cock with each thrust.

"Harder, Zane, fuck me harder," Travis demanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Zane complied, pounding into Travis with abandon, his own orgasm building with every stroke. He could feel Travis' hole clenching around him, milking his cock, driving him closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum!" Zane cried out, his body tense as the pleasure peaked.

"Me too," Travis panted. "Fill me up, Zane. Cum inside me."

With one final, powerful thrust, Zane emptied himself into Travis, his hot cum shooting deep inside. Travis' hole spasmed around Zane's cock, milking every last drop from him as he too found his release, his cum coating their stomachs.

Breathless and sweaty, they collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing. Travis rolled onto his side, facing Zane, who had actually discarded his scarf to the side.

"That was..." Zane began, searching for words to describe the intensity of their encounter.

"Incredible," Travis finished for him, reaching out to stroke Zane's cheek. "I knew you were something special, Zane. And now I know just how amazing you are."

Zane smiled, his shyness momentarily forgotten. "You're pretty incredible yourself, Travis." He leaned in for a soft kiss, sealing their newfound connection.

After pulling back, Travis looked at Zane in astonishment. "What?" Zane spoke softly, voice still hoarse.

"Since when do you got freckles?"

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