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So, I found this author on Tiktok who posts one word writing prompts and I thought I'd like to try it for short drabbles. So starting with the first one I came across:

Prompt: Cloak

Draco tugged the cloak tighter around himself, nose wrinkling. “Honestly, Potter, this thing smells like Quidditch and bad decisions.”

Harry grinned, leaning in. “Funny, I was hoping it’d smell like victory and sex appeal.”

Draco gave him a once-over, eyes lingering just long enough to be unfair. “Victory? Questionable. Sex appeal? Debatable. But bad decisions?” He smirked, sliding his hands under the cloak and pulling Harry flush against him. “That part is accurate.”

Harry laughed, lips brushing Draco’s ear. “You’re not supposed to use the cloak for… this.”

“Oh, but I fully intend to,” Draco murmured, letting the shimmering fabric fall around them like a curtain. “You see, Potter, what’s the point of an Invisibility Cloak if not to get away with absolutely indecent things in otherwise very public places?”

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Sirius: So, I'm not as straight as I thought I was

James: You thought you were straight?!

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So in my head and supported by some lovely fanart I've seen floating around, young Sirius is very androgynous and can go from 'fuck you up and turn you inside out rockstar' to 'sultry, pale and delicate, Moony pleeeeease, feathered eyelashes, pouty lips' in 5 seconds flat.

He also has this in between thing going on where there's a healthy mixture of both.

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NEW CHAPTER UPDATE!

Preview:

Astoria’s perfume lingered on his robes, a cloying sweetness of lilac and rosewater. He pulled the crest pin from his chest and tossed it onto the desk, where it landed with a muted clatter. Still, the scent clung - in his hair, his skin, his throat.

“Your father is magnificent,” she had whispered when the guards dragged Potter away. “He stood unshaken. You’ll be the same one day, won’t you, Draco? For us. For our family. Perhaps we should bring the wedding forward.”

The memory coiled tight in his gut. What she saw as devotion felt to him like shackles. He had smiled at her, because he always smiled, because he was trained to but inside, something had cracked.

Now, in the silence of his room, the smile was gone. He pressed his palms hard into his eyes until sparks danced against the dark. It didn’t help. He could still see Potter on the marble floor, bruised and broken, blood smeared across his collarbone yet still rising. Always rising.

That stubborn, reckless defiance. It should have been pathetic. It should have been pitiful. Instead, it had seared itself into Draco’s mind.

Selfless. Brave. Maddeningly, suicidally brave. Everything Draco was not.

Draco sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders folding inward as the weight of it pressed down. He tried to summon anger, disdain, the old familiar contempt he had once wielded like armor. But all he found was grief, sharp and unmoored, not for Potter, but for himself.

For the life he might have lived, if choice had ever been his to claim.

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Remus: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. 

Sirius: You and me! 

Remus: *tearing up* Ok.

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Sorry I've been quiet, I keep accepting side quests 😅

However, my next chapter of my Drarry fic 'Where the Ley Lines Lead' is well underway and should be reaching the point where I can publish it.

I have also been working on a sneaky Drarry 'Fake Dating' fic because I love that trope, ngl.

I have also been sucked into the many intermingling ships from the Marauders era and it's a journey I tell you. Wolfstar still holds my bleeding heart though.

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Harry: You’re staring at me again. Draco: I’m admiring my life choices. Harry: …You insulted me five minutes ago. Draco: Love is complicated.

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Angry Dialogue

Part III

"I can't believe I wasted so much time on you!"

"After everything we've been through, this is how you treat me?"

"You have no idea what you've done, do you?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm the problem here!"

"How dare you accuse me of that!"

"You made your choice, now deal with the consequences."

"If you think I'm going to forgive this, you're delusional."

"You didn't 'forget'—you just didn't care."

"It's always about you, isn't it?"

"Do you ever stop to think before you act?"

"Why should I keep fighting for someone who doesn't fight for me?"

"Have you lost your mind?!"

"You think you're untouchable, but you're not."

"Stop twisting my words to suit your narrative!"

"I don't owe you an explanation after what you did."

"You made a mockery of everything we stood for."

"How am I the bad guy now?"

"I refuse to let you manipulate me any longer."

"No one is coming to save us! Don't you get that?"

"This is not something that can easily be fixed!"

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to The Prank, POV Remus Lupin Summary:

A month of silence has kept Sirius and Remus on opposite sides of an unspoken war. But one overheard conversation cracks the walls Remus has so carefully built, drawing them into a fragile reconciliation, and a kiss that feels like both a beginning and an ending.

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Also I am suddenly extremely protective of Remus 'looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you' Lupin

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Me working on the next chapter of my drarry fic: I'M GONNA WRITE A WOLFSTAR ONESHOT

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Have y'all seen that one Tiktok cosplayer who does the Marauders and has insane chemistry between them despite being all of them. Am I making sense.

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Fists and elbows. Hay sticking to skin. Harry fought with wild, flailing strength, driven not by skill but the sheer refusal to stop. Draco barely held his own, grappling more to protect his ribs than gain the upper hand.

This wasn’t a duel. It was survival.

“You always were dramatic,” Draco snarled, shoving Harry off him with all his might. He rolled to his feet, chest heaving. “Do you attack everyone who tries to wake you or just people you fantasise about murdering?”

Harry spat on the ground. “You’re not that special.”

They glared at each other, dirt-smudged and breathless.

Draco’s heart thundered. The adrenaline had yet to fade, and yet, even with the sting in his ribs and the blood in his mouth, he felt the distinct prickle of being awake for the first time in years.

First Chapter is UP!

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I want to get into Marauders Era stuff and I have started reading All the Young Dudes as I keep seeing things on Tiktok about it.

Am I in for a ride? Will I survive it?

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Soooooo. I have two AU's in the works but this one I like enough to actually start publishing. I've just set the scene so far with a little prologue! Please check it out 🥺

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Currently reading: Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by Sobsicles

Feelings in emojis:

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To summarise:

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I was scrolling too fast and thought this was Draco.