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I think the hot new trends for this summer should be reading comprehension and critical thinking skills

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sloppy seconds you already know

I have a BANNER made for this one and everything.

Tbh I'd edit it a bit, but you get the idea! This was for DTH fest, and I just had too much going on last summer to adequately finish it. The premise is that Draco sees Bill fucking Harry and is very inspired by that. I made them all go to a conference where Draco has the room next to Harry's. I shall give you a snippet!

The creaking of bedsprings. Salazar, he was doing it. If Draco had known Harry Potter was a little whore, his early cursebreaking experiences would have been much different. A realisation hit him. Bill Weasley would be the first to shove his cock into that virgin-tight channel, the first to come inside his sweet, hot body. Weasleys. They were a horrifying lot of uncultured gingers who got everything without even trying. Bill fucking Weasley. Of all the— “Shit, you look tight. Do you think it’ll fit?” The brushing of skin on skin. Panting. “Spread it wider.” That brushing— that was the sound of the eldest Weasley wanking. Touching his massive, freckled cock. Draco squirmed beneath his sheets, squeezing his dick again. Leave it to Harry sodding Potter to forget to put up a silencing ward. Draco felt like he was in the room with them, with that filthy folding door hanging off of its hinges.

Idk, it is, like the title, pretty sloppy. But I might resurrect it for some good times. xD

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MAN OF THE HOUSE WHITE LOTUS PLEAAAAASE? 🥰

OH HELLOOO. Well I was convinced by my good friend galaxo and @the-invisibility-bloke to watch White Lotus season three and I have SaxLoch brain rot.

My thoughts are sort of all over the place on this one. But the main thrust (heh) is that Saxon really has to take over caring for the family. Tim is such a touchstone for the Ratliffs, and everything gets thrown into chaos, so their delicate little insular, playacting-like-everything-is perfect, rich happy family illusion is gone. Saxon is the Man of the House. And he very much justifies taking what he wants from Lochlan (who is obviously fully willing). My brain keeps jumping from idea to idea with these two, so I have a few paragraphs for different fics started, and we'll see where it lands :D

I'm so glad I was subscribed to both of you and thought hmmm maybe..... maybe I should finally watch this show.

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shoutout to whatever staff member has this bumper sticker at my school

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to begin with, the sweet grass by mary oliver, from “devotions”

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i can't stand these new fountain machines they dispense watered down piss

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there was a well-meaning international student (learning english) in my workspace who came up to me and asked "how is your handsome white boy?" and it took me a few seconds to realize she was not in fact asking about my twink spouse but my white dog

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Hey, don’t cry. You can log onto the computer and talk to other gay people about The Characters okay??

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hiiii hello im here for touch me <3

CW below: discussion of trauma recovery and spinal cord injury.

Aaay thank you for the ask! Touch Me originated from the Kinkuary prompt for 'consent play.' A lot of the consent play fics I read were CNC but I sort of wanted to do a soft consent negotiation after trauma recovery. Which... like. It was definitely going to be horny, but I realized it wasn't a Kinkuary fic when I was writing it.

I have Draco and Harry married, and Draco going missing after being kidnapped on a case. When he comes back, he's sustained massive damage to his vocal cords (see, this is not a Kinkuary fic, how did this happen in my brain) and has a spinal cord injury. He's also extremely traumatized and touch averse.

So he and Harry have to entirely re-negotiate not only how they communicate but also how they touch, while Draco is in intensive physical therapy, learning to use a mobility aid.

I started writing this thinking of my very best friend, who had extensive damage to her spinal cord in 2012. I talked through a lot of my ideas with her, and she was like... this would be a very gradual path to a new way of doing things for them, so like. Probably more than 3k. She hit some solid points that I have in my notes.

I sent it to another friend who uses a mobility aid, and they were like, absolutely Harry would gift Draco a cane, and Draco would absolutely use it as a weapon. "I threaten my coworkers with mine, so this is an accurate representation of any gremlin queer with a cane."

Best friend also agrees more canes should be weapons.

Snippet below the cut! I'm still so unsure of this because I personally haven't coped with this level of recovery, and I want to do it well. I was hoping to work closely with my friend to map it out.

“Yeah, you’re telling me you want a real shower. Seems like a lot for one day. You’ve not had one since before—” 

Draco makes what could be best described as a growl and whacks Harry’s leg with his cane.

Harry hisses. “Jesus Christ, Draco. You got me right in the shin.”

Draco writes and shows Harry his board. 

Good. Shower.

Harry huffs. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you. Saved the world only to suffer constant abuse.”

Draco gestures to himself with a flourish. 

“Because you’re handsome?”

Draco nods. Then he points at the bathroom. 

Harry rocks back on his feet, heart thrumming in his throat. “I’ll have to touch you.”

Draco rolls his eyes. He writes, then brandishes his board. 

I’m not an idiot!!

“We’ve been doing all your daily tasks with magic. Showers require more involvement. But if you’re sure…” 

I am SURE.

“Fine. You win.”

Draco lifts up his board. 

I always win.

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Six Months Until the End of Days

Harry knocks into the desk and curses at the jab of pain. Draco’s journal skitters across the floor. A whirlwind of black-and-white clippings burst forth, falling like confetti on the polished wood floors.

Dark Lord’s Minion Spotted Courting New Beau! 

Potter Trapped in Lustful Snare: Amortentia or Erotic Mind Control? 

He Chose the Chosen One: Malfoy to Propose with Cursed Ring

Potter is Dick-Whipped! Wedding Planner Seen at Malfoy Manor

Is Potter Pregnant? Baby Bump Spotted on Holiday!

The Unholy Potter-Malfoy Union: Will They Spawn the Antichrist?

What is ’the Antichrist’? A Primer for Confused Purebloods

“Draco. What’s all this?” 

He grins. “Bet you didn’t know that ring was cursed.”

“Erm.” Harry looks down at his jumper. It is a bit tight. “You’d tell me if I’m pregnant, yeah?”

“You definitely are. Six months until the end of days.” Draco flicks his wand, and the clippings march back into his journal in a neat line. 

“I’ll prepare an unholy nursery.” Harry flops down next to him. “Why’d you save them?”

“I love seeing my name in print.” Draco takes his hand. “And it’s a good story, I think. Don’t you?”

Harry hums, kisses his palm. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” 

for the drarry microfic prompt: slander 200 words instead of 50, couldn't resist thank you @drarrymicrofic for being amazing!

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FRANKENSTEIN DRACO!!!!!!!!

aww yis. i think we need more dark, unhinged draco. i had this idea around halloween this past year (there's a dracula harry that i started too, but it didn't make the list for not seeing it in my files reasons). the basics are:

voldemort wins and the war is ongoing for many years

harry and draco have been in a relationship for a decade or so

draco is a bit of a mad alchemist/scientist as a part of the war effort

harry is killed

draco is sick with grief

draco works for a year to resurrect him, collects body parts, sews them together, and makes a new harry, and necromances him back to life

harry doesn't fully remember him, bits and pieces

[something here]

weird sex stuff

monsterfucker draco (i was told it wouldn't be monsterfucking since harry would be humanoid but he would be dracostein's monster, so i stand by monsterfucker draco)

i think mary shelley would approve of fanfic generally, and she'd also hate terfs

FIN

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST! this idea still makes me happy. i just haven't fully committed yet!

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WIP Title Game

This happened over the past few weeks anddd I just had no time but here I am now! Thank you for the tags.... @jtimu @microdamage @faiell @chocolando @wolfpants @xalandrix @starquestingfordrarry @citrusses @the-invisibility-bloke @greattemptation y'all are the greatest :)

Rules: in a new post, post 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 us about it.

HP:

touch me

sex festival

sloppy seconds

the claiming grounds

the throne (this one is sad and not horny)

pediatrician harry

tall dark and grizzly

frankenstein draco

imperfect mortal beings

so you're a veela's mate!

kinkuary impact play

daddy issues sequel

a love story in five potions

glam draco

currently in actual progress:

the arrangement chapter six

unholy din chapter nine

[redacted] longish fic for [redacted] fest

[redacted] short fic for [also redacted] fest

white lotus

skirt fic

man of the house

beach fic

I only have The Arrangement going for Captive Prince, but very tempted to do an Erasmus/Torveld or Berencel! Okay, that's enough. There are some others I found that like I can't remember AT ALL, and I excluded those. They were written when I was buzzed or like, in 2023. Who can remember back that far?

tagging @annanother-thing @sleepstxtic @apricitydays-lazynights @peachydreamxx @galaxoshine

I'm guessing y'all have already been tagged but just in case!!!

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"How can you like these very toxic and horrible characters that have done despicable and unforgivable things?" oh it's quite simple actually, this is fiction and I think with my dick.

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Of all the signs from this weekend this one hit me the hardest in the feels because the Right has co-opted patriotism and we have let them. There is nothing more patriotic than fighting for your country to be better and fighting for your countryman to have better lives

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I don’t know who needs to hear this but there is always a way to turn your fav character into a more disgusting immoral predatory version of themselves <3 never give up

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of bathrooms and balconies

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt slander. Thank you @citrusses for being a doll and reading this over with such enthusiasm! ily!

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There are two of them. Someone Draco doesn’t know, and a legislator he recognises from the Wizengamot. 

Draco stares at his hands as the crusty, bitchy old bastards mumble and laugh between themselves. Clearly, they have nothing better to discuss.

He watches water run over his fingers, soap bubbles sluicing and swirling down the drain. He clears his throat and turns the tap off.

Two haggard coughs. An awkward shared glance.

The room falls silent.

“Gentlemen,” Draco says, and he picks up his ring from the side of the sink, turns on his heel, and exits the shiny, gilded bathroom.

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He finds Harry smoking outside. Harry’s hand trembles. It does that, now. It shook the podium as he delivered his speech earlier. 

Draco wonders if he should have stood up for him a bit more, back in the gents, but he thinks a scathing look had probably been enough to warn those two blokes off from talking shit about his client again, at least in front of him.

As if Harry hasn’t given this world everything. As if Harry isn’t the real reason why most people in the room still have their jobs, their lives.

Draco comes up beside Harry and plucks the cigarette from his fingers. Harry doesn’t even try to resist.

“You shouldn’t be doing that, Potter, it’s bad for your image.”

“You think everything’s bad for my image.”

“It’s my job to protect it.”

Draco sucks in a deep drag and tosses the cigarette off the stone balustrade. It lands somewhere in the hedges, sparking like a firefly. He takes Harry’s hand and holds it steady between his own. Harry’s fingers are long, warm, solid.

“You’re bad for my image,” Harry says with a stupid, sexy little slant of his mouth. Draco pulls in a bracing breath. They’re protected by the ivy running up the balcony doors. They’re fine.

“Behave yourself, and I’ll show you just how bad I can be. Tonight.”

Harry tilts his head back and laughs. Draco gets a whiff of his breath—smoke, mint, champagne. He shouldn’t really be drinking, but hasn’t Draco denied him enough already?

“You’re doing good,” he says, a rare true compliment. After a squeeze, he lets go of Harry’s hand and puts a bit of distance between them again. Business mode. They need to go back to the party. 

Harry’s going to be fine. Draco will make sure of it.