#Wolfpants

[plor-bindery]

Bound: Long Haul by @wolfpants

As a writer, I often am fondest of my shorter stories, but these fics are not the obvious choice for binding because they're so little. I actually started setting this story a while ago but put the typeset aside when I realized it was going to be such a low page count.

But more recently, I have been experimenting with a pamphlet bind to see if short stories and/or text blocks can be bound to my satisfaction, and yep! They can!

I love this short story by wolfpants and I have read it often enough that it deserved to be bound and put in my library. The story contains lovely delicious smut and (as you'd expect from wolf) excellent character-building, dialogue, and just exactly the right amount of realism. Wolf writes true adult characters and I adore this about their writing.

More about process and materials under the cut!

Materials: This is a quarto letter pamphlet bind using letter-sized 24# paper. The end papers are chiyogami acquired in Montreal. Book boards are actually cut from matte board that came in some packet of supplies or another, about 1 mm thickness and quite a bit bendier than my usual 2 mm book board, but worked nicely and feels appropriate for this little baby.

Book cloth is wooqu off Amazon as per. I sewed the pamphlet using three strands of waxed embroidery floss. Spine is strengthened with mull and a little strip of the same paper as the text block. Cover decoration is HTV vinyl. A few titles are foiled with toner-activated foil and a laminator. (Big shout-out to @sits-bound for technical assistance with figuring out that process!)

Process: This is a sewn 64-page/16 sheet quarto. I followed DAS Bookbinding's YouTube video here pretty closely except (as you can see) I went for a full cloth bind. I also added the paper layer on the spine before wrapping in cloth. I did this because I found mull alone — at least my cheap-ass mull — was not making for a smooth spine. The paper was a huge help on this front.

This is actually my third attempt at this style of binding (not counting the versions I did in class under adult supervision) so please do not be too impressed, lol.

The whole thing is held together by 50/50 corn starch/PVA mix (as well as the thread.)

I trimmed the tail twice by accident so then I had to trim the head twice too, and so that's why my margins are slender. :D

The HTV decoration was designed by yours truly (if you look at it for very long you'll be like "oh yeah I can see that" ahahaha) but I was really pleased with how it came out. I think I'm FINALLY finding my successful approaches for applying HTV. And yes, it was a monumental pain in my ass to weed. Worth it!

Peep the grease mark on the front title page. Sexy. No idea where it's from but yowza.

Bind short fic! Short fic also deserves binding! *steps off soapbox*

[getawayfox]

Happy birthday, darling @wolfpants! I’m bringing you a banner with Draco on it since you share a birthday with him, what a fun coincidence! When deciding how to celebrate you and your writing, I knew I wanted to do an author’s reclist but wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it because every single fic in your catalogue is worth a rec of its own. So I took inspiration from an ask game - a list of categories I could fill with my rambling. I hope you have a wonderful birthday full of nice things! ILY! 🤍

🤍 A fic I want to read again for the first time: Under Giant Mountains (Drarry, E, 34k)

I thought about it for a long time because I would give anything to experience all of them for the first time again but eventually, I landed on Under Giant Mountains. It feels a bit sacred to me and I think it’s because I relate to this Harry a lot; because it’s a gentle story about healing; because it made me cry but in that really good, cathartic way. I think it will do the same regardless of how many times I read it.

🤍 A fic I reread the most times: Pages of You (Drarry, E, 102k)

According to AO3 the fic I have visited the most is Pages of You, which is no surprise. Do I share how many times I clicked on that fic? Is it embarrassing? Probably. Oh well, here it is:

Look, it’s my comfort fic, okay? What can I say - an 80s coming-of-age story? Sign me the hell up. In all honesty, I don’t really have words to describe how this fic makes me feel - it’s like a safety net for my inner child maybe, or something similarly, horribly cheesy. It’s a book I want to own, have on my bookshelf, and return to it over and over again. Maybe one day it will be.

🤍 A fic that made me (re)consider a ship: Spellbound (Draco/Albus, E, 2k)

So here is the thing - I’m pretty faithful to my favourite ships and don’t often read outside of them, except when it’s a rarepair that catches my eye and then I’m happy to be persuaded. And Wolf is brilliant at that, honestly, they could talk me into anything. And so even when it comes to a ship I didn’t know I needed, like Draco/Albus for instance, I just know that in their hands, it’s gonna be layered and thought-provoking and just so, so delicious. Here is the proof: Spellbound, a Dead Dove fic that is just the perfect flavour of dirtyhotwrong. Yum.

🤍 A favourite rarepair fic: Galvanize (Scorpius/Ron, M, 1k)

Speaking of rarepairs. Wolf has a whole collection of kinkuary fics, which is a rarepair heaven, go forth and pick your poison. I’m gonna go with Galvanize, in support of Hot Ron Agenda ™. It’s an M-rated Scorpius/Ron fic and the dynamic here is unmatched - so innocent and yet. Gah!

🤍 A line from a fic that’s haunted me: Waiting for the Moon to Rise (Drarry with a hint of Bill, E, 9k)

This is hard because I can think of many (see QQR) but if I had to choose just one, it would have to be this masterpiece:

—his voice had been thick, Draco remembers that, because he’d been eating an apple stolen from the kitchens on their way outside. He kept trying to get Draco to eat it too, playfully pressing the bitten edges to his mouth, damp like a kiss, until Draco had pushed him off him with a laugh— “stop that, Potter, or I’ll shove it someplace where it’ll hurt ”—and all the while, his lips had tingled with sweetness, a phantom caress he would take to his bed later that night and think about with his hands while the rest of the Eighth Year boys would sleep and snore, none the wiser—

Which is of course from Waiting for the Moon to Rise, featuring an intimate friendship, lots of UST and Bill the matchmaker 😏

🤍 A fic that ripped my heart out (but it hurt so good): The Hollow (Remus/Draco, E, 12.5k)

Oh boy. We’ve all read The Hollow, right? Right. It’s one of those fics I think about so often it can’t be healthy and yet I can’t go anywhere near it again because I don’t think I would survive a second read. It’s so, so, so good. It’s so painful. It’s everything I want from the pairing. I never want to see it again. It carved itself into my heart and will stay there forever.

🤍 A fic that made me laugh: Romp and Circumstance (Drarry, E, 33k)

So. Many. Wolf’s banter in fics is unmatched but for the sake of this game I have to say one, so I’ll go with Romp and Circumstance - and as much as this fic is hilarious, it’s also so full of love and longing and romance. It’s so vibrant! A perfectly executed AU with characterizations that are just chef’s kiss!

🤍 A song I now associate with a fic: Everybody Hates a Tourist (Drarry, E, 52k)

I will always associate Common People by Pulp with Everybody Hates a Tourist. I remember sitting in a beach cafe last year and the song started playing and immediately transferred me into the holiday vibes of the fic. I’m obsessed with both Harry and Draco in this story: with who they are, separately, and eventually together. Their characters are written so brilliantly here; they’re both given space to grow into themselves, into what they want out of life and their getting together feels like the most natural thing in the world.

🤍 A fic that’s between me and my AO3 history: Seat You Higher than the Stars (Ron/Harry, E, 1,8k)

Ha! I have no secrets or shame. Nothing is just between me and AO3, I’m an open book and will shout about it, and especially about this fic I thought was fitting (pun intended) for this category - just look at the tags: emotional vulnerability and fisting (elmo fire emoji). This is Seat you Higher than the Stars, a Ronarry fic that has got to be one of my favourite things ever written. It’s so tender and beautiful! 

🤍 A fic that feels like a warm blanket: Thickets (Drarry, E, 17k)

That is *exactly* how reading Thickets feels. Oh, this fic. So gentle and mature, full of soft, quiet pining and second chances. It’s so atmospheric and nostalgic. Layered with complicated grief and vowed with humor and warmth, this fic is simply stunning. It’s a getting back together story that feels like a deep exhale. It’s melancholic and hopeful and it has one of my favourite characters of all time - a portrait of Young Draco to perfectly illustrate just how far current Draco has come.

🤍 A fic I want to be made into a film: Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming (Sirius/Remus, E, 53k)

My Wolfstar-loving heart could not forget this story - in a way a prequel to Pages of You but also a standalone fic set in the '60s. Wolf’s worldbuilding and attention to detail really shine here - it would make such a stunning film! But it’s not just that, it’s the characters, too, where the magic lies: completely in awe of each other and unbearably lovely. “You’ve no idea how much I want to worship you.” will be forever my favourite thing Sirius has ever said.

[hephaestiions]

author reclist: wolfpants

over the last few months, i've been devouring @wolfpants' works. ever since reading pages of you in two days, their rendering of harry, draco and a vast array of incredibly compelling side characters have irrevocably hooked me.

wolf is an author in enthralling motion. their fics often feature places, temporalities and contexts far removed from where canon holds & leaves us, while simultaneously being tenderly familiar, like coming home. wolf's sense of & grasp over setting leaves me breathless and dumbstruck. their different spatialities inform & infuse character in admirable ways, at various levels of craft, enjoyment and inspiration. this fandom knows and loves the draco and harry they give us, but we delight in discovering new dimensions & aspects of these characters. it's always done brilliantly believably, especially in the framework of the worlds they construct— a breath of fresh air in a forest where the trees still know your name.

wolf's works also demonstrate, sometimes explicitly, sometimes implicitly, a really significant political sensibility. most of their fics are set against backdrops tight with political tension bleeding into the characters' circumstances and interpersonal dynamics. whether through a spectrality haunting the narrative or the crucial central diegetic thread, wolf's works are layered, interrogating and collapsing delineations among private, public and political, between history and contemporaneity and between narrative and commentary.

in the interests of length & theme of this list, i've specifically selected some fics that, for me, showcase wolf's mastery & playfulness with setting, understood as deviations in place, time and universe. the broader recommendation is, of course, to check out everything wolf has ever written!

nightcall (E, 1k) ft. a long distance phone call

On a top secret Unspeakable misson, Harry calls Draco from a remote phone booth on the Isle of Skye.

a stunning portrait of desire, longing and familiarity that uses distance as a device to intensify every element. it's unbelievable how much character & context 1k words of (mostly) smut can pack in. the slivers of backstory demand your investment, inform the dynamic in crucial ways and set up some delicious stakes and tension. and some absolutely fantastic dirty talk. see also: @getawayfox's gorgeous art for this fic!

long haul (E, 8.6k) ft. plane rides, mile high club, nyc

The last person Harry expects to run into on a long haul flight to New York City is Draco Malfoy.

the way wolf writes movement— between places, between people— strokes its way up your spine, warms you, walks with you. draco and harry, buoyed in the air, let preconceived notions fall away, to be replaced by startlingly rapid and exquisite intimacy. the liminal settings, specifically, allow mature, open-minded, desirous characterisation & some of the most glorious, soft, tender sex to fall into like a warm bed.

look for me in the sun (M, 8.7k) ft. americana, roadtrip/on-the-run vibes

Harry and Draco are on the run in America after a mysterious string of werewolf-like attacks in the Muggle community causes the Ministry to impose new and harsh anti-werewolf legislation.

atmospheric writing dialled up to eleven, like the smell of ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. the sense of limbo— transience, out of place and time, the complication of home— that afflicts the circumstances of draco & harry here is heart-wrenching. a taut rumination on otherness in a variety of ways, rendered through some of the most tense and subtle writing i've encountered.

under giant mountains (E, 33.7k) ft. norwegian dragon reserves & rampant escapist tendencies

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed?

opens with harry, stuck in the same place for far too long, and draco, avoiding fixity like the plague. this fic looks at both stagnation and escapism as iterations of each other & treats them with the gentlest empathy. the norwegian dragon reserve setting, whose visuality wolf's writing captures beautifully, becomes the canvas to explore both. desire, here, was simultaneously so evident from the outset and took its time to build— longing tinged every interaction & payoff, in the form of a sequence of some of the most emotionally fraught sex scenes i've ever read, was that much sweeter.

romp and circumstance (E, 35k) ft. a historical au set in the 1800s, regency era england

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining. With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis? Very hard, apparently.

the very first wolf fic i read, in a brief little fandom interlude back in 2022. i remember thinking, then, what an author, i'm really missing out these days. one of my favourite post-war harry characterisations— raucous, promiscuous, messy and at heart, a hopeless romantic. also one of my favourite draco characterisations— pristine, a little uptight, cool and distant and untouchable, except what he really wants is to be unbuttoned, messed up. the transforming sentiments of their relationship were so compelling, the build of harry's feelings was perfectly achey and tender and this draco was a complex, nuanced, frightfully sexy version that i just couldn't turn away from.

pages of you (E, 101k) ft. a 1980s non-magical au

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

gosh, what a fic. sensitive and sprawling, this work brings the spatialities of london, sirius and remus' queer comfort of a bookshop and harry's room at the residence halls to pulsing, colourful, splendid life. i can still close my eyes and imagine the spaces this fic occurs in, how important they are to the push and pull, ups and downs of the dynamic between harry and draco. a coming-of-age/sexual awakening & exploration story, summer romance and queer political fiction rolled into one, this is a fic that's hard to summarise and easy to obsess over. perfect characterisations, writing that burrows into your soul and a plot that unfolds with the slow and steady depth of gentle lake.

and lastly, a fic that's on my tbr:

terrible people (E, 52.7k) ft. cruises, beach holidays and more of @getawayfox's masterpieces

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?

in conclusion: vivid, descriptive, immersive storytelling from an author who understands the intricacies of different narrative elements and leverages them masterfully. can't wait to read the works i haven't, and for everything wolf writes in the future!

[mayusz]

illustrations for the heart-rending fic In My Room by @wolfpants

1. sometime before NEWT mock exams, in the library

2. "In the cramped space of the lavatory, Ron wrapped his arms around Draco and, with his mouth squashed up against Ron’s arm, Draco murmured, all throat, 'How will I sleep?'"

[zeziliazink]

Fanfic Classics, batch 5 (Drarry, hot edition)

More Serious Literary Work Book Covers, with a heat theme. Endless days, outdoor soirées, warm spring rain, and hot sweat summer! Sun-drenched shoulders and cautious optimism! Or they just feel sort of lazy and flower-bloomy to me.

Grab a cold drink in a smooth glass before reading on the porch.

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose

Beekeeping by khalulu

Wild (orphaned work)

Even the Night by @tackytigerfic

Of Wands and Trees by Omi_Ohmy

Pages of You by by @wolfpants

Timeshare by @astolat

Sweet Creature by bribitribbit (@whineosaur)

This Summer by Saras_Girl

Sun Stroke by @peachpety

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, explanation of what I mean by "classics." Art credits below.

In order:

"Summer Evening on the Porch," by Konstanin Korovin, 1922

"Abstract Painting" by Vanessa Bell, 1914

"Femme dans un jardin" by Frederick Carl Frieseke, 1912

"Accent on rose" by Wassily Kandinsky, 1926

"Landscape at Fontainebleau Forest," by Abbott Handerson Thayer, 1876

"The Artist's Letter Rack," by William Michael Harnett, 1879

"The Swan (No. 16)," by Hilma af Klint, 1914-1915

"Shepherd and Sheep at Vlaici," by Nicolae Darascu, 1912

"Promenade," by August Macke, 1913

"Etretat, Cliff of d`Aval, Sunset," by Claude Monet, 1885

[gaywizardingworld]

harry saying draco can stomp on his face as foreplay if he wants will never not be funny to me. wolfpants the mind you’ve got.

[dewitty1]

Everybody Hates a Tourist

wolfpants @wolfpants

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Ministry of Magic Employee Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, POV Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Minor Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Coming Out, Sexuality, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Brighton - Freeform, Hiking, Yorkshire, British pop culture, 2000s, Drinking, Smoking, Reference to suicide of a minor character, Nightmares, Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Draco Malfoy's facial scar, Beaches, Bars and Pubs, Clubbing, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Explicit Sexual Content, realistic sex, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Spit Kink, Come Eating, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Pillow Talk, Switching, Rimming, Angst and Fluff and Smut, H/D Wireless 2023

Summary:

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*⁺˚. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Excerpt:

The room is hot; Draco doesn’t normally sleep in his clothes like this.

He thinks of what Potter told him, that he normally sleeps in his pants at home, and he wonders if —

—a sudden cool touch swipes across Draco’s forehead, breaking Draco’s sluggish train of thought. It moves slowly, Potter’s arm momentarily blocking the hazy morning light shining in from the window above their heads.

Draco looks up. 

Potter is staring at him across the pillows, his inky black lashes low, his face sleep-soft. His fingers are ticklish, careful, and when they find Draco’s scar, Draco holds his breath.

Potter runs the pad of his thumb from the point of Draco’s chin to the inch just below Draco’s nose where the scar ends; he follows the path, over and over, warmth and shame and hurt swirling deep in the pit of Draco’s stomach. 

Draco opens his mouth but no words come out. 

Potter’s thumb dips to touch the most sensitive, fragile part of Draco’s throat, his fingers splaying across Draco’s jaw, and he says, his voice rough, “I’m sorry—”

—and Draco says, “Don’t—”

—but Potter says “I’m sorry,” again, and Draco kisses him.

He presses into Potter’s space to do it, pushing a hand roughly into Potter’s wild, dark curls, hooking his thumb onto the hinge of Potter’s sharp jaw. Potter’s mouth opens readily, and it’s hot, so hot, and Draco doesn’t care that he tastes like last night’s wine, he doesn’t care that his own body is grotty and unwashed in yesterday’s clothes, because all that matters is the heat of Potter’s mouth and the swipe of his tongue and the immediate arch of his hard, willing body against Draco’s when he kisses him back roughly, moaning from the deepest part of his chest, hands gripping Draco’s arms—

Bzzz. Beep. Bzzz. Beep.

Potter pulls back, breathless, blinking.

Draco’s lips sting from the scrape of Potter’s beard, his heart hammering hard in his chest, the heat between his legs throbbing.

“What—” he mutters, but Potter’s already sitting, patting his hands wildly around the bedding until he finds it: his phone.

“Shit,” Potter says, rubbing his eyes, pushing his glasses on, peering at the screen. He groans. “Shit, I—Draco, I’m sorry,” he says. He looks at Draco sheepishly. “I kind of have to go. Like right now.”

Draco sits up quickly. He ignores the rush of blood, the sicky feeling in the back of his throat. “Go? Go where?”

“Home. London. I’ve—shit,” Potter mutters, climbing awkwardly out of bed, hopping around to find his shoes. He won’t meet Draco’s eyes. “I’ve messed something up and I have to go.”

“Er—alright,” Draco says, swallowing.

“Everything’s paid for,” Potter reminds him.

“I’m not worried about that,” Draco snaps.

“No—I… I know. I’m sorry,” Potter babbles, running a hand through his messy hair. He shoulders his rucksack. Grips his wand in hand and hobbles to the bed. “I’ll text you, alright?” he murmurs, leaning over Draco. He presses a quick peck to Draco’s lips, then another longer, lingering kiss, and with that, he Disapparates, vanishing from the room with a soft pop.

Draco flops back onto the pillows, head spinning, skin burning with flush. He closes his eyes.

“Fuck.”

(๑♡⌓♡๑)♡*✧ ✰ ｡*

[thedrarrylibrarian]

I was so excited to ask the wonderful @wolfpants to do the October rec because I knew she'd have the perfect spooky pick for us and they did not disappoint! I love the rec they picked - it's the perfect mix of suspenseful and scary - and I know you will enjoy it just as much!

When the lovely Drarry Librarian asked me to take the Halloween slot for Happy Hour, I was thrilled, honoured, and so very excited, because I had just the fic in mind for a spooky Drarry offering! 

The sexy, spine-tingling, and mysterious…

Saltwater Stain, by @the-starryknight (9,000 words, rated M)

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

Merlin. What a banger of a fic. 

From the first sentence (‘The sun burned at the horizon, cresting across the wave-tips as far as Harry could see.’), I was completely enveloped in this seafaring gothic tale of forced proximity and psychological woe, where our heroes are faced not only with the open sea and the ghost that roams the mist, but with each other’s feelings—mental, emotional, and physical. 

This fic is burning with atmosphere and tension. There’s just something so—classic, about how Starry has written this. It feels like folklore, like a piece of oral history; the kind of tale sailors warn each other about in old taverns before they set off to sea.

And then there’s the pitch-perfect pining and romance that underlines it all—how Harry wants to see and be seen by this Draco, how he wants to be loved and wanted by this Draco, who is studious and serious and embroiled in an uncanny twist of his own that ultimately plunges this fic into a deliciously ambiguous ending.

Also! Special shout out to: bed sharing, shaving kink, Draco in glasses, and to this passage in particular, which sent me into a coma:

“You’re so good,” Draco murmured, as he pressed Harry’s head back, the tip of his wand curving along the underside of his jaw. “Look at you,” he breathed into Harry’s ear. “You’d do anything for me.”

I said this to Starry once and I’ll reiterate it here—I return to this fic time and time again, and I think about it often. It is easily one of my favourite fics in the Drarry canon, and a must-read, especially if you’re a fan of mysteries and ghost stories and all things gothic. Go forth! Don’t be scared!

Thank you, @wolfpants for this awesome rec! You definitely picked the perfect weekend read in preparation for Halloween! And speaking of Halloween, stay tuned for some more spooky recs headed your way!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

[sitp-recs]

Happy happy birthday darling @wolfpants! I’m so excited to be finally doing a reclist with my Wolf faves. I still remember the sense of awe I felt reading the magnificent Hollow (my very first Remus/Draco, so brilliant and poignant it got me immediately sold on the ship and also obsessed with that verse). Whether it’s Drarry or rare pair goodness, Wolf always delivers top notch cottagecore porn romance with gorgeous settings, captivating characters and a perfect mix of angst, fluff and smut, what else could we ask for? I’ve had so much fun selecting my own favorites for this list. The Drarry section might look small but that’s because I wanted to give a massive shoutout to Wolf’s delicious catalogue of rare pair shorts, which seems to be carefully crafted to meet my personal tastes (you’ll find that I got a soft spot for age gap and Ron thirst but I’ve tried to include a bit of everything and there are quite a few treats from Wolf’s stellar Kinkuary23 collection 🔥).

Dear Wolf, thank you for sharing so many great stories with us. We’re so lucky to have you on this fandom! It’s been amazing to follow your work as you evolve as a writer and explore my most beloved characters and tropes in your unique, creative, fun and self-indulgent way. I hope you’ve had a lovely day and ami excited to see what this new year brings you next! 🎉💜

🐺 Drarry:

Edges (E, 1.5k)

Draco explores the limits of Harry's edges. Harry lets him.

The Farther I Fall, I'm Beside You (E, 2.3k)

What happens when you accidentally kill your friend during a birthday prank gone wrong? You ask your Master of Death boyfriend for help, of course. Check out @getawayfox’s gorgeous art here.

The Holly and the Ivy (E, 4.6k)

This year at the Annual Ministry Yule Auction, Magpies Seeker Draco Malfoy's time is up for sale. When Harry places the winning bid, will their contracturally-binding weekend together heal old wounds, or worsen them?

Look For Me In The Sun (M, 9k)

Harry and Draco are on the run in America after a mysterious string of werewolf-like attacks in the Muggle community causes the Ministry to impose new and harsh anti-werewolf legislation. Giant trees, crashing waves, seedy motel rooms, and the long and winding coastal road awaits them, but will they ever be able to go back home?

Under Giant Mountains (E, 33k)

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed?

Pages of You (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. Check out @homoaesthetics ‘s fabulous rec post for this fic here.

👖 Rare pairs:

The Classics (E, 1.1k) - Draco/Sirius

Sirius gets more than he bargained for when he heads to bed after a long day and night in Grimmauld Place.

Viridian (E, 1.7k) - Draco/Blaise, implies future Harry/Draco/Blaise

There’s just something about Draco. Blaise can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s—an impulse. To poke, to prod, to pick his delicate wings off. To teach him some humility.

Love is a Verb (E, 1.7k) - Harry/Teddy

These days, Teddy loves and hates being alone with Harry. He craves it, and he dreads it, and he thinks Harry’s starting to notice. He wants him to notice.

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Hello, I hope you people can help find a fic I lost. It was pretty much Drarry as Bridget Jones. Harry ran into Draco at a Weasley party and heard him telling Andromeda something along the lines of „Harry has wasted his potential, always drinking etc.“ I think Harry used to play Quidditch and moved on to being a coach or manager. Harry heard what Draco said at the party and wants to get himself back into shape (stop drinking and smoking) within a year. I started reading about two month ago and didn’t bookmark the fic and now I can’t find it anymore. Thank you!

We believe you are looking for Harry Potter’s Most Miserable Year by @wolfpants, which is currently hidden on ao3. Sorry anon! Please follow the author for updates regarding this fic.

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Harry’s eyes dance. “You haven’t changed much, you know that?” “Just a few more wrinkles around the eyes?” Harry boldly presses his thumb to Draco’s temple. Draco gets a delicious noseful of him—earth, nettles. His hand is warm where it cradles Draco’s jaw, and his thumb slightly calloused. “Nah,” Harry says. “Not even that. You look good. You look happy.

Quote from the beautiful, intimate and atmospheric Thickets by @wolfpants (Drarry, E, 17.3k)

[skeptiquewrites]

For the ask game! How about - light/lightly

Oooooo thank you dear Wolf. Nothing pinging in my WIPs but from All I Think About:

Harry remembers the spell classification training from Auror training. And that Malfoy would still be on probation. But a restriction to class one spells is strict, especially if no one can cast on him. He lowers his wand reluctantly.

“Well, this has been lovely, but look at the time.” Malfoy’s shirt still has buttons dangling, but is a Reparo class one or class two? Harry can’t remember. Malfoy must decide that the undershirt is a lost cause because he pulls it off, bloodstained and throws it in the bin.

Harry gets a glimpse of a lean chest, lightly dusted with hair, unremarkable except for the tiny silver barbell winking from one nipple. It seems too private, obscene even, despite everything else.

Harry is more comfortable with the blood and he doesn't know what that says about him.

[yours-drarry]

I'd like to send a love letter to my fandom bestie @wolfpants. Not only is Wolf one of the most talented authors, they are such a kind person. Just so open and willing to chat about fandom or music or really anything. Also, Wolf is REALLY funny, we share a sense of humor and they make me laugh so genuinely. I just love Wolf! It's lovely to have such a wonderful person as a friend, and like, if you haven't read their stuff, go do it right now!

Happy Valentines to the wonderful Wolf! This is such a lovely letter to one of my favorites, and a rarepair champion too! I immediately fell in love with Wolf’s writing reading their superb Draco/Remus angst; after that they continued to blow my mind with their incredible fic catalogue and, more recently, with that scorching hot Kinkuary collection, oof so many treats 🥵 thank you @wolfpants for being here and sharing your work with us!!!

[thehoneybeet]

🤩 A fic that made you SLAM that “subscribe” button!

To be honest the first one I thought of was The Hollow (or maybe Romp and Circumstance? but I think I read The Hollow first) by you!

A couple bonus fics: Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned and To Be Like Geese by @writandromance.

Fic rec asks!

[gaywizardingworld]

i’m reading pages of you by wolfpants and i’m really loving it 🥹 fabian/regulus is the ship i didn’t know i needed!! also sirius and fabian owning a gay book store in the 80s?? it’s definitely a slay

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Romp and Circumstance

wolfpants @wolfpants

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Cormac McLaggen, Charlie Weasley Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alternate Universe - Historical, Hogwarts compliant but set 200 years in the past, But also, very little historical accuracy, 1800s, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Minor Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Minor Harry Potter/Justin Finch-Fletchley, Background Relationships, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Minor Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, homonormative society, Romance, fucking but also some lovemaking, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Smut, Falling In Love, Courting Rituals, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Playboy Harry Potter, Buttoned Up Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair, Harry lives in a manor in Bath, Lessons in Seduction, Idiots in Love, Bathhouses, Sex Parties, Pining, Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bareknuckle Boxing, Taverns, Drinking, Clothing Kink, family obligations, Arranged Marriages, Seduction, Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Banter, Boot Worship, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Switching, Public Sex, 90 percent porn 10 percent plot, HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2022 Series: Part 1 of The Somerset Chronicles

Summary:

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining.

With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?

Very hard, apparently.

Excerpt:

He never invites anyone into his chambers. Not for business, not for sex. Those things belong out on the lawns, in the library, the study, the kitchens, the guest rooms. His private quarters are sacred, his space, but they're the only area in the house warded off against the partygoers, who tend to—spread out.

He finds he doesn’t mind much though as he watches Malfoy move around the space slowly, curiously, glancing at Harry’s bed, his chaise, his wardrobe and dresser. He eyes the armchair by the window and tweaks the heavy red curtains in one pale hand, staring out at the lawns as the sounds of the party drift up from the gardens. Soon, the sun will go down fully, and the twinkling lumos bulbs will activate along the hedges and the grass. It’s rather a beautiful sight. Harry’s fond of it.

Harry awkwardly touches the mantel above the fireplace; it’s solid marble, white and striking against the deep red wallpaper. He’s not sure why he feels suddenly tilted, off balance, his tongue too big for his mouth.

“So, was that really it? My first lesson was to walk through one of your infamous orgies without fainting or grasping for my smelling salts?” asks Malfoy after a long stretch of silence, his voice wry, his lips twisted in a pout of amusement. “Do I pass, Potter?”

Harry picks at his shirt again, wafting it away from his chest. The winter garden was an exceedingly stupid place to hide.

“I’m not joining in,” Malfoy adds sharply. “So you can get that idea out of your head.”

“It’s not. In my head, I mean,” Harry says, watching Malfoy walk over to lean his shoulders against the wall by the window. “These lessons are strictly—one on one.”

“Of course,” says Malfoy. “Well. Now you’ve determined I’m not the utter prude you think I am, what’s next?”

Harry swallows, because the thing is, he hasn’t exactly thought that far ahead. It presents a bit of a problem, as it were—Malfoy, walking around in his room like this, touching Harry’s things with those elegant fingers, soaking in everything quietly as they stand in their newly acquired privacy. It’s a new dance for Harry, and he’s rather dizzy with how lost he truly is with it. How out of sync his steps are.

“Right,” he says, tossing his curls out of his face. “Well.” 

Because if there’s one thing Harry is good at, it’s improvisation. And perhaps that’s all that’s needed here.

“Well…?”

“I’m getting to it,” Harry says, irritated. “You want to seduce him. I think you need to start by being less—”

“Less…?”

Harry growls. “Buttoned up.”

Malfoy scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean—” Harry gestures at Malfoy's outfit with a sweep of his hand, and Malfoy wrinkles his nose at him. “—loosen up a little, I don’t know! Take off your outer robes, for instance.” He throws his hands in the air. “You need to relax more. No one likes approaching someone when they present themselves like a—a closed-off clamshell. Take your robes off and sit down and make yourself comfortable.” Harry bows for dramatic effect. “Please.”

Malfoy huffs and starts with the ties at his neck, yanking at them as if to make a point, his movements jagged and hurried. He shrugs off his cloak, throwing it onto Harry’s bed. Underneath, he’s in his shirtsleeves and a pale yellow waistcoat and matching breeches. 

He looks like a sweet straight from the box.

“There. Happy?”

“Exceedingly.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Fantastic,” Malfoy says airily, sinking into the armchair. Harry comes closer and sits on the window seat to face him.

“Now,” Harry says. “How do you feel? Less warm? Less restricted?”

Malfoy nods and touches a fingertip to his eyebrow. His rings glint in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Motes dance above his pale head. His eyelashes look see-through. “Yes, I suppose I do. Very good, Potter,” he says with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Five points to Gryffindor House for your efforts.”

Harry lets that one go for now, and asks instead, “How did you greet him?”

“Pardon me?”

“McLaggen. How were you introduced?”

Malfoy’s eyebrows draw together and he looks at Harry warily. “Our parents. At dinner, that night I told you about.”

“Did he… take your hand?” Harry asks him.

Colour blooms high on Malfoy’s cheeks. “I—no. He did not.”

“Did you offer it?”

A pause. “I did not.”

Harry nods. “Right,” he says, nodding again. “Right.”

“Should I have?”

Harry drops his chin and leans forward, resting a hand on his knee. “I think it might have made things a little more—familiar between you both, from the offset. Just a little touch, a little—taster for him.”

McLaggen is mad for not initiating it himself, Harry thinks wildly, staring at Malfoy’s round grey eyes, his flushed face.

“I know your radiance is enough to knock anyone off-kilter, but—” Harry sits back, and Malfoy’s blush deepens, curling over the apples of his cheeks, the length of his nose. “Give me your hand,” Harry says, his voice pitched low and soft.

Malfoy stares at him. “My—?”

“Your hand,” Harry repeats. It’s awkward doing this, sitting down as they are, but he resumes the position of a man in greeting: one hand behind his back, the other outstretched, half bowed toward Malfoy.

And Malfoy, after a beat, sits up straighter and gingerly slides his fingers on top of Harry’s waiting palm. 

They’re slightly cool at the tips, unbearably soft. His nails are neatly trimmed and his rings look solid, expensive, all of them plain except for the one on his pinkie set with a pearly moonstone. 

New beginnings, stability, good fortune in love.

Harry swallows.

He looks up. Malfoy’s eyes are slightly hooded, his lips slightly parted. 

“Good,” Harry murmurs, and he bends forward and kisses Malfoy’s middle knuckle, wrapping dry lips over the bony ridge, his focus on the pale tracery of green and violet veins on the back of Malfoy’s hand before he looks up again to meet Malfoy’s eyes.

“What do I—say…?” Malfoy whispers, his fingers twitching in Harry’s light grasp, his pupils large.

Harry kisses his knuckle again, the join where his thumb meets his finger, slipping his lips to the fleshy pad beneath that thumb to inhale at the skin of his wrist. Malfoy smells like lemon trees and gardenia, and Harry is mad with it, his heart hammering in his throat, his cock twitching in his trousers.

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. McLaggen,” he rumbles, gently nipping Malfoy’s thumb before reluctantly letting go, sitting up and letting his head thunk back against the windowpane. 

Malfoy stares at him, holding his hand against his chest, his fingers loosely curled. “You’re mad if you think I’d let him do that in front of our parents.”

“He’d be mad to not do that to you anywhere he sees fit,” Harry replies, and to his utter surprise, Malfoy picks up a ruched throw cushion from the window seat and whacks him with it.

“Pig,” Malfoy huffs, throwing the cushion back onto the seat. There’s a twinkle in those grey eyes though, a grin so obviously desperate for release.

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