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theyr not the only ones in gryffindor tower they just dont care HAHAHAHHA

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Drarry microfic: Slander

“I could sue for slander if you publish this,” Potter growls, flinging away the crumpled parchment.

“But you won’t.”

Potter advances; Draco’s legs collide with his desk.

“Won’t I?”

“No. Because it’s all true.”

The tip of the holly wand traces a line, whisper-light, up Draco’s throat, then along the underside of his chin.

“There are other ways to keep you quiet, Malfoy.”

The wand bites into his lower lip, and Draco knocks Potter’s arm away and lunges. Potter surrenders at once, weakened by self-deprivation and denial. It’s almost too easy.

Draco was never going to publish the story anyway.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "slander."

Masterlist of my microfics

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Slander | @drarrymicrofic | 190 words

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painter 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂😳

hi thanks for the ask 🥹

PAINTER i think is one of the prompts i suggested for my erised post last year. i definitely still want to write it since i think magical paintings are fun. and i will love down/out draco forever!!!

down/out post-war draco, not allowed to use magic, house arrest, suffering under the yoke of some evil parole officer or something.

harry is decorating grimmauld and needs new stuff for the walls. he finds a painting of the forbidden forest. a muggle one. it has exactly the kind of nostalgic feel he’s looking for. he’s so intrigued by the contradiction of muggle/magic, he buys the painting, and puts it up in his living room.

he starts having weird dreams if he falls asleep near it. he quickly becomes obsessed with finding out who the mystery artist is, and collects more pieces.

essentially draco hasn’t used his magic in so long it’s started to leak out of him via a magical heirloom paintbrush (that has a core and everything, just like a wand). as draco’s magic leaks, he gets weaker.

by throwing himself into his obsession, harry unravels the identity of the mystery painter, then slowly backtracks to discover what has become of draco. he tries to find him before draco and his magic is lost forever.

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wip title game

thank you for the tag @the-forbidden-forest @its-the-allure and @yellowfork!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

i am not... very organized................ some of these are just notes in my notes app containing 2 words and some are written-out wips (that i've mostly forgotten about holy shit lmfao)

drarry end of the world - answered

not him - answered

noble pain - answered

manor castle - answered

polyjuice, auror potter / informant malfoy - answered

voyeur harry - answered

hermit harry / fashion draco - answered

dad x dad - answered

soul bound

painter

flower draco

dada professor harry

as usual i have no idea who has or hasn't been tagged but here i go! @kamaela @garagepaperback @joonkorre @sleepstxtic @hoko-onchi-writes @citrusses @smehur @aibidil @jtimu @epitomereally

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thank you @astralrainn for the ask!!

oohooho voyeur harry. i wrote this a while back before i had published any fic on ao3. there's not really a plot, just a basic whumpy premise - harry moves to a new muggle flat in a seedy-ish part of town, next to a bar or something. it happens to have a balcony or a fire escape overlooking an alleyway where he happens to see draco night after night, having hookups with a bunch of anonymous muggle men who treat him horribly. completely indulgent...

very rough excerpt so you get the jist:

after, malfoy always lights a cigarette. harry breathes in the smoke. one of these nights he'll go down there, he thinks as he tucks his own spent cock back into his pants. he'll go down there, share a fag, watch the smoke curl around malfoy's mouth. have a taste, make it so he's not so quiet anymore. kiss him and touch him better than those other men, until it's his name malfoy's choking on.

thank you @hoko-onchi-writes for the ask!!

this one was actually my very first attempt at writing a fic, but it didn't go anywhere, possibly bc i had no idea what i was doing!

post-war, harry hasn't been seen in public for years. he's depressed, lonely, and he's become super anxious about the spotlight. he can't believe he's let it get this far.

teddy turns 11 - harry wants to take teddy shopping for supplies for his first year at Hogwarts. he goes to diagon under glamour.

they go to madame malkin's. there, he runs into draco, who is freshly returned to britain from france, where he's owner of his own fashion brand. harry finds out that he's doing a collab with malkin to completely redesign the hogwarts' school uniforms.

draco's return to the british wizarding world is not being received well at all. malkin's gets trashed in protest and people refuse to dress their children in the new uniforms. so he starts trying to convince harry to come back into the public eye and put his support behind the collab as brand ambassador or something.

the rest would probably be a straightforward slowburn through their new, mutually beneficial relationship. but like, really they just want an excuse to spend time with each other and make out :)

i wanted harry's aversion to the public be due to a huge scandal from years ago, where a politician cheated on his wife with harry and it got revealed. that tidbit i kept and put into a different fic!

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AUROR AND INFORMANT PLEAAASEEEEEE

thanks cit for the ask! so there was just a single line in this note that said “captured together”

then i remembered the rest of the wip was under a note named “polyjuice” so oops there was a double in my list.

miscommunication - harry does not know draco is an informant, draco does not know of the uk aurors’ plans to take action

harry’s job is to infiltrate first. he’s supposed to get inside and knock out one of the bad guys, take some hair, and polyjuice into them.

in a stunning repeat of what happened to hermione in 2nd year, the hair he takes does not in fact belong to the bad guy he knocked out. harry transforms into draco, whom he hasn’t seen in years

draco’s pretty hot, but also why is his hair all over this guy’s room??? (cue delusions)

harry’s like ok whatever i have to still do my job… but eventually draco himself appears and throws a wrench into that. they get captured together bc obviously something is wrong here.

so 2 draco’s are tied together and thrown into a closet which was the whole point of this idea for me

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@garagepaperback @its-the-allure

idk how you guys are so coordinated but thanks for the asks!

i answered about Not him in this post

Noble Pain

1st or 2nd person Draco POV

Draco recounts the ways he’s been obsessed with Harry’s suffering, starting from innocent little flashes in first year.

Draco sneaking into the hospital wing to see him

Confusing pain with pleasure

Reoccurring (wet) dream of Sectumsempra, but the spell rebounds and he’s the one standing over Harry - “I wondered if you felt it too, from the way you looked at me.”

Eventual Healer Draco / Auror Harry

Manor Castle

post-war

the aurors are trying to arrest Draco. Lucius and Narcissa are already arrested, but they activate some old magic in the manor to resist the arrest, causing malfoy manor to weaponize itself to protect the malfoy bloodline

it manifests as almost a physical mind palace of draco’s

aurors fail to penetrate it for days, weeks, months

harry enters. his initial goal is to get draco to let the aurors in.

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@chiquita-3 @yellowfork

thank you guys for skipping into my ask box holding hands

this one’s an angst idea (mcd)

magi-bio warfare

harry succumbs first

draco somehow has a pocket of time saved from the days right before harry began exhibiting symptoms, which he keeps revisiting

each time draco gets further until one day he doesn’t come back

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ahhhh I want to say so many of them! okay okay, how about 'not him'?

the notes are quite short for this one! thanks for the ask

post-war. draco and harry enter the forbidden forest together. it's weirdly nostalgic, calling back to their first detention together years ago.

something weird happens

draco's convinced the harry that comes out with him is "not him"

ambiguous end

harry to draco: "you saved me"

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DAD X DAD

thanks for the ask amelia!!

this is probably one of the only ones on the list that is pure fluff. in fact, the note is titled "fluffy idea" haha. but essentially:

there is some issue at hogwarts (big surprise) with a new professor mistreating the students

harry has to leave work early to attend a pta/board meeting to resolve this issue... he's super tired/irritated/annoyed and running late. he's at the end of his rope

he comes into the meeting late only to find draco (who he hasn't really interacted with after hogwarts) already there complaining about the exact same issue, raising all the concerns harry thought of and more. draco is going full diva on the board, pulling out all the stops, threatening people with his money and influence, etc.

harry, ofc, is incredibly into it.

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wip title game

thank you for the tag @the-forbidden-forest @its-the-allure and @yellowfork!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

i am not... very organized................ some of these are just notes in my notes app containing 2 words and some are written-out wips (that i've mostly forgotten about holy shit lmfao)

drarry end of the world - answered

not him - answered

noble pain - answered

manor castle - answered

polyjuice, auror potter / informant malfoy - answered

voyeur harry - answered

hermit harry / fashion draco - answered

dad x dad - answered

soul bound

painter

flower draco

dada professor harry

as usual i have no idea who has or hasn't been tagged but here i go! @kamaela @garagepaperback @joonkorre @sleepstxtic @hoko-onchi-writes @citrusses @smehur @aibidil @jtimu @epitomereally

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Just saw a video analysis about if the Scooby gang could beat Light Yagami. I wasn’t worried about the gang but I didn’t realize how cooked Light was. Velma alone is way smarter than L, Freddy would instantly see through the trapped drawer that hid the Death Note and Scooby is such a wildcard overall, who is immune to the Death Note because he isn’t human. So even if he gets the rest of the gang, Scooby is coming with a vengeance.

Funniest scenario is Shaggy and Scooby trailing Light only to be confronted by him. Light tries to kill Shaggy but can’t because he would never just give away his name as “Norville Rogers.” Light thinks Shaggy is some genius playing fourth-dimensional chess with him.

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There was glass in his face and glass in his palms. His mother's wand was steady, somehow, but Draco couldn't stop shaking. It was slow work. One by one they came out, red twinkling pieces.

But the burning in his hands wouldn't go away. He'd landed palms first amidst the chandelier wreckage; Potter had ripped the wands from his grasp soon after. He was left with nothing but his hands. Trembling, open hands, red with excess blood and heat. Hands that burned.

Even at war's end, they burned.

The culprit was clear. If he tilted his palm to the light he could spot them—tiny pinpricks. Malfoy opulence ground into fine dust, living in his skin. Potter knew about it too, Draco was sure. It was why he always held Draco's hand the way he did, firm fingers pressed in against places Draco had picked raw. It was why it always hurt more than Draco expected.

Draco let him press anyway, in case he could grow inured to it. Inside Potters grip, he could dream. This was a different kind of burning.

for @drarrymicrofic prompt "ground", 181 words

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art that I drew for a collab with @kamaela!

Cotton wool static fills his ears. There’s a pressure on his back, something steady, sure. He needs to lean in, further, deeper, The pressure’s welcomed, a warm spread of something. He could settle here. He could slow to a stop, stay here and rest. Warmth, comfort, welcomed. His glasses dig in as he leans more, seeking. The pinprick needling in his head is easy to ignore. Pales, really, in comparison to whatever this is. Harry’s dormant need is a sponge, parched and cracking. But the steady comfort seeps in, soaks through.

check out the rest of the fic here

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inspired by two of my favorite lonelyeyes fics, Luck Be A Lady Tonight by shutterbird, and Blind Spots by faiell.

excerpts under the cut :)

"Allow me." […] Elias's fingers parted each of the black buttons from its fastening. Undoing black-tie and white-tie fashion usually felt a bit silly; Peter remembered that the first time Elias had undone his shirt for him, with that sardonic air of domesticity, he'd felt like someone had injected something into his heart. […] Elias's thumbs brushed his collarbone and Peter considered--When was the last time you wanted someone else?

— Luck Be A Lady Tonight

He's one of the few of the Lukas family to socialize. He might as well have been addicted to it when he was younger, haunting velvet-floored casino backrooms, cigarette smoke curling past leering, hungry faces. The fog around Peter is thin—a suggestion, really—until the moment he reveals his cards. Then, it’s smothering.

So Peter helps him with that. When he touches Elias, he thinks of casting an anchor into a very, very deep ocean. Who knows if it ever reaches the bottom, or if it only trawls endlessly through the water. He thinks of binding the two of them together in knots so complicated that the only way slippery, elusive Elias can escape is to saw through it, teeth-gritted, with a knife. He thinks of dragging the frayed ends of ship rope so hard against the smooth skin of Elias’s back that it leaves a burning itch he can’t ignore. So he ties him up, just to have the pleasure of cutting him loose.

— Blind Spots

thank you to these fics for the images now imprinted in my mind of peter traipsing around casinos and of elias in a hotel bathrobe (amongst. many other more meaningful things)

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Parenting 101