#doe and stag weekend

[blakeblueboi]

Cat Animagi Au

Purely self-indulgent- I simply wanted to draw some kitties and honestly, I feel like this could be hilarious so here's some head canons I thought of while drawing this ---->

Harry

Harry was not at all expecting to be a cat Animagus. He fully expected to be a stag like his father or some sort of dog like Sirius was. The last thing he expected was to be a cat, and a very large one at that.

Harry became an animagus in eighth year.

Professor McGonagall was thrilled that she was no longer the only cat Animagus at Hogwarts. She personally saw to it that Harry was registered as an animagus at the Ministry.

Hermione often finds Harry curled up in the common room on the windowsill.

Ron is convinced that Harry is some sort of "titan" cat due to his humungous size but Hermione speculates that he's some sort of maine coon or Norwegian forest cat.

He is very much a void in the darkness and has scared the piss out of Ron, Seamus, and Dean many times.

However, his animagus status is kept quiet from anyone other than his housemates. The other houses now recognize his animagus form and give him weird or outlandish nicknames. They're mostly to do with either the faint glasses markings around his eyes or his larger than normal size.

Harry takes advantage of his smaller size to sneak around the castle during the night.

He has taken pleasure by nipping Draco's heels in the hallway between classes.

Draco

Draco, on the other hand, was hoping his animagus form was anything but a ferret. Every since that incident in the courtyard with Professor Moody he has loathed the creatures.

His mother predicted he could have been an exotic bird and for a while he was fond of the idea until he realized he would have to molt feathers every year.

The first time he transformed Pansy gushed over him and promised to purchase him one of those pretty necklaces that she's seen muggles give their cats. Draco had to explain to her how that was, infact, not a necklace, but a collar. Blaise would not shut up about giving Draco a collar for the next month.

Draco takes pride in his appearance and that does not stop when he's in his animagus form. He's always very sleek and shiny without a hair out of place. His tail is by far his favorite feature with how it looks like a fancy feather when he walks.

He's yet to register with the Ministry as an animagus.

He can often be found infront of the fire in the Slytherin Common room curled up on a silk pillow.

Draco hates the black smudge on his right foreleg that imitated the dark mark on his arm. Even as a simple cat he can't escape the choices he made in the past. He's tried ripping the fur out there but found that the skin underneath was also just as black. He had a mind to dye it but that idea quickly went out of the window for a multitude of reasons. One being he did not have opposable thumbs.

Draco and Harry

When Draco stumbled upon Harry in his animagus form it was completely by accident. At first Draco was afraid that the Chosen one would somehow recognize him but was surprised to find a gentle hand passing over his head and spine. It was the weirdest experience he has ever had.

Draco took to following Harry around the castle on weekends convinced that Harry was none the wiser about who he was. It was nice. Of course when Ron and Hermione weren't around. WHen they were Ron teased Harry about gaining a follower, as if he did have those already, and Hermione studied him as if he was one of the massive tomes she carried around. He was half convinced that she had figured him out long ago, but just hadn't said anything for some unknown reason.

Draco met Harry finally in the other's animagus form while stalking the halls late at night. A quick glance and Draco was petrified by two glowing green eyes in the darkness and it took everything in him not to flee down the hallway.

It took awhile for the two to get along in their animagus forms and on several occasions had to be broken up by Professor McGonagall who during several of those occasions was in her animagus form as well.

After a while, Harry and Draco slowly form a weird routine of walking the halls at night. They bond quite well during their time together.

Harry at some point joins the gag about getting Draco a fancy collar. Draco is surprised that it doesn't seem like that bad of an idea when coming from Harry.

Draco teases Harry about how even as a cat his furr is still just as messy as his hair is in human form.

[breelandwalker]

Buck Moon - July 20-21, 2024

Put on your flower crowns and your walking shoes - it’s time for the Buck Moon!

Buck Moon 🦌

The Buck Moon is the name given to the full moon in the month of July and is called this because at this time of year, the rack of antlers previously shed by male deer are beginning to regrow and harden in preparation for the fall rutting season. 

Other North American Indigenous names for this moon include Salmon Moon (Tlingit), Berry Moon (Anishinaabe), Month of the Ripe Corn Moon (Cherokee), and Raspberry Moon (Algonquin, Ojibwe). The West Abenaki also call this the Thunder Moon in reference to the often-stormy summer weather. (This one is my personal favorite and the name appears in lunar calendars just as often as the Buck Moon.)

European names for the July moon include Hay Moon and Wort Moon, and it should be noted that the name Stag Moon does appear in some European sources as well.

This year's Buck Moon will be at peak illumination at 6:17am EST on July 21st, so the moon will appear to be full on both the 20th and 21st. Also, it's a weekend, so plan your festivities accordingly!

What Does It Mean For Witches? 🦌

The July full moon continues June’s template of planning for the future, this time with a focus on your passions and ambitions. Reflect on what you’ve accomplished so far this year and plan your next step.

Dream big and plan big, but don’t give in to reckless urgency. Summer (and capitalist grind culture) gives us the urge to Go Go Go. Despite all this, it’s important to take time to rest and recharge, lest we find ourselves burning out and losing our motivation.

What Witchy Things Can We Do? 🦌

Celebrate your victories and revel in the abundance of the summer season. If you’re inclined to do so, take a page from the deer and do a bit of prancing around a bonfire or your favorite flower arbor with some festive flowery headgear.

Go exploring! Find a local park or garden and take a stroll among the greenery, or use TV and the internet to explore and learn about faraway places. This is another opportune time to go and check out pick-your-own farms and farmers markets as well. Sharpen your foraging and plant identification skills while you’re out and about!

If you’re tending a garden, harvest some herbs and investigate what you can make with them. Whether it’s seasoning for meals, homemade botanical products, or just helpful spell ingredients, many herbs and flowers have a plethora of uses. As an exercise, select three plants growing in your yard or garden, research their magical correspondences and botanical properties, and try to think of as many ways as possible to use each one for witchcraft and for practical purposes. For extra credit, pick something native to your area that doesn't appear in the western magical canon and use its' physical, folkloric, and historical associations to create something new!

(Safety Note: Always clean and prepare home-harvested herbs properly before using them for kitchen, bath, or medical preparations. Always be sure to properly identify any wildcrafted or foraged plants. Always consult a doctor before trying an herbal treatment and take all allergies, medications, and pre-existing conditions into account. Please also note that while herbal treatments can be helpful, it can have negative interactions and side effects just like any other medication, and it is not meant to be a replacement for modern medical care.)

Apart from the usual full-moon festivities, I’ve always found this is an excellent time for weather-witching. Summer weather is notoriously fickle, but it is also highly malleable - one recalls that old American Southern epithet of, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.”

If you’re hoping to bring some rain to water your garden or break the back of a heat wave, this may be the time to do it. My personal favorite folk magic ritual for rain-calling involves going outside with a broom and a bucket of water, using the broom to scatter drops of water over your yard, and shouting up to the clouds, “SEE? IT’S NOT HARD!”

Make sure you take local weather patterns into account and try to draw on existing fronts and nearby precipitation to get the desired result. And keep in mind that with weather magic, less is more and one casting is enough. Asking for too much or asking too often can produce undesirable results. And if you manage to make it rain, be sure to collect some for moon water!

If you’re interested in weather-witching, I highly recommend checking out this masterpost by @stormbornwitch for a number of excellent articles and suggestions.

Happy Buck Moon, witches! 🌕🦌

Sources and Further Reading:

Bree’s Lunar Calendar Series

Bree’s Secular Celebrations Series

Witchcraft Exercise - Creating Correspondences

Buck Moon: Full Moon in July 2024, The Old Farmer's Almanac.

Buck Moon Bonanza: Embrace July’s Massive Energy!, The Peculiar Brunette.

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison.

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[bridenore]

Author rec : wolfpants

Wolfpants is one of my favorite authors. Here are a few recs, listed in alphabetical order.

August by @wolfpants [3k]

Summer, 1998. Harry Potter arrives at the Manor to return Draco's wand. The problem is, he keeps coming back.

Aurora by @wolfpants [5k]

Eighth Year at a half-built Hogwarts, and Harry is not following Draco Malfoy anymore. At least, that's what he's telling himself.

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants [51k]

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?

Look For Me In The Sun by @wolfpants [8k]

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?

Summer Place by @wolfpants [14k]

Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong? 

Thickets by @wolfpants [17k]

When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.

Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants [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? In which Harry’s trip to Norway to  visit dragon-wrangler Ron introduces him to hikes from hell, mysterious   natural magic, foraging, magical bathing, a new and bizarre friendship, and the frustrating, heady allure of his former nemesis turned sexy   globetrotting field researcher.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by @wolfpants [8k]

When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[thisfrailheart]

prompt: method | august 23 | jegulus au | Teen and up | word count: 486 | @stag-microfic

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"James, where are we going?"

Regulus peers into the dark, the car rattling quietly on the country road they'd pulled onto a while back.

James' hand finds his, brings it to his lips to press a soft kiss against the back of it. Keeps holding it as he speaks. "You'll see."

"James, you know I don't—"

"Like surprises. Yes. This isn't a surprise. Not really. This is something you've seen before. Trust me, there's a method to the madness."

There always is, Regulus thinks and tries to push back against the anxiety in his chest. James keeps holding his hand as they drive, something he'd usually complain about but decides not to comment on tonight.

Eventually they turn into a long driveway to the left, somewhere in the middle of the countryside. James parks right in front of a small farmhouse.

"We're here," he says and squeezes Regulus' hand. "Let's have a look."

He lets Regulus go and gets out of the car. Takes two packed bags out of the boot.

Regulus follows him, eyebrows going up when he spots their luggage. James just smiles and leads him up to the house. He unlocks the door and turns the lights on.

What had looked like nothing much from the outside turns out to be a small but cozy place, recently renovated and modernized by the looks of it.

Regulus lets his gaze wander, trying to take it all in. "You got me a weekend getaway?"

"No," James says as he closes the door behind them and puts their bags down. He grins at Regulus' confused expression. "I mean, that is part of it, yes. But no. Come on."

He reaches for Regulus' hand again. Leads him through the house and out the back into the garden. They follow the gravel path to a little gate, grassy hilltops beyond.

"James…"

Another soft smile. "Just wait."

Regulus sighs but lets James take him into the night. They make their way up the hill behind the house, feet cushioned by the lush grass. Once they reach the top James stops, turns so they face each other.

Regulus looks at James. It's too dark to see anything else but what's right in front of him. Anxiety flares again. He shifts, nervous and James takes pity on him.

"Look up, love."

Regulus does and oh.

Oh.

His mouth drops open as he watches the dark blue above them twinkle. Millions and millions and millions.

"You got me the stars," Regulus whispers.

James pulls him in to kiss his forehead. "You once said that nothing makes you feel as peaceful as looking at the night sky, but you can't really see it in London so…"

"You got me the stars."

Regulus winds his arms around James, holding on tight, breathing deeply. His heart is calm. Right here, in this moment, under the stars with James, there is nothing but peace.

[mirtinis]

Marty’s favorite Hannibal fics

Hi!! I’ve been reading a lot of hannibal fics recently, sooooo I’m gonna make here a list of my favorite ones.

Canonverse

✿ The Long Weekend by Devereauxs_Disease [42k words]

Feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana. It had been such a tempting offer, one that buzzed around in Will's mind. He responded on instinct, pressing his mouth to Hannibal's. Then, he ran for all he was worth... When Hannibal finally finds him, he makes a proposal: Spend one weekend together, and make a decision once and for all about his and Hannibal's fate. Can Will still play Hannibal to get the evidence he and Jack need? Or is he playing a new game now?

✿ A Postcard and a Knife by Canis_cosmos [37k words] - canon divergence S03 E05.

Pushed from his train and relying on a hallucinated stag to lead him to Florence, Will is drawn up short when he reaches a junction and his guide disappears. The path he chooses leads him to the right place, but entirely the wrong time. ...Or: Will needs pre-med Hannibal's help, and has to avoid becoming Il Monstro's latest art project without revealing the truth of their relationship.

✿ one more kiss before we turn the lights off by akadefenders [7549 words]

Will comes home to what he expects to be an empty home as Walter and Molly are away visiting his grandparents. What he comes home to is an old flame...

✿ Conditioned Stimulus by harleygirl2648 [1779 words]

It turns out you can train your husband and your dog with similar methods, as long as they both get a treat. Or, Will Graham is a manipulative little shit who tries Hannibal's nerves.

✿ Storm Chasing by Devereauxs_Disease [1467 words]

Prompt Fill: Will finds out that Hannibal doesn't like storms. He figures out how to help his favorite people eater forget about the storm.

✿ SnowStorm by reflectiveless [8013 words]

Hannibal is over at Will’s house during a snowstorm and power outage. He doesn’t react as expected and hides in Will’s closet until the danger is over. Will does his best to take care of his therapist.

✿ Once More by Simbeline [5539 words]

More than 10 years after the Fall, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are living together, presumed long dead by the FBI. When Will goes fishing in the morning as usual, he accidentally stumbles through time and meets his younger self. Despite being happy with how his life turned out, he decides to risk meddling a little.

✿ tessellation by bleakmidwinter [5373 words]

Hannibal and Will are caught. Jack interrogates them both to gauge Will's innocence.

✿ Sweet Dream (or Beautiful Nightmare) by Ravenne86 [5555 words]

This is a fic that came to being based on this prompt: "post-TWOTL Will wakes up sweaty and agitated from nightmares, Hannibal soothes him by touch"

✿ When It Rains by BonesAndScales [3068 words]

In which Will desperately needs a hug. And who is Hannibal to refuse?

✿ Photobomb by Devereauxs_Disease [21k words]

When Hannibal pops up next to Will in an FBI Academy graduation photo, the result is innocent enough...until Will's coworkers play with photoshop and make the image so much worse. Will would laugh it off, but it seems he can't take a picture without Hannibal showing up in the background. Can Will shake his persistent photo buddy? And more importantly...does he want to?

✿ Your Ex by murdertrout [3810 words]

We usually assume that Will clammed up about his past when he was with Molly. But what if actually Will tells Molly way, way, way too much about his relationship with Hannibal? Or, the one where Will starts talking about his “ex" and doesn't stop.

✿ Scent of a Woman by Devereauxs_Disease [4860 words]

After the fall, Will assumed he and Hannibal would progress to a romantic relationship. So when Hannibal comes home smelling of fancy perfume, Will is...distressed. How do serial killers handle jealousy and romantic confessions? Not well, y'all...NOT WELL.

✿ Dancing with the Beast by proser [86k words]

In order to catch a mediocre serial killer, Will must pose as Hannibal's date for a series of pretentious social events. Hannibal is dramatic and jealous as ever, and Will is having a great time without the encephalitis. Of course, it's a love story.

✿ Room for Two by Devereauxs_Disease [3069 words]

Everything is going exactly as Hannibal planned. He, Jack, and Will are forced off the road and must stop for the night at a motel - where there are only two beds. Unfortunately, Jack decides that he and Will are going to bunk up, giving Dr. Lecter the nice single bed. This...is not part of Hannibal's plan. But Dr. Lecter has never been afraid of a little improvisation.

✿ Just One Night by Churchb0y [2341 words]

The tension rises between Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham when the two are forced to share a hotel room the night before inspecting a new crime scene. There had already been tension between the two these last few weeks, but Will could simply decide to pretend it wasn’t there. Now that he was spending a night with Dr. Lecter though, he had no way out of it.

✿ Love in the Time of Corona by Devereauxs_Disease [32k words]

Will and Jack are wrapping up a case outside of Chicago when a shelter-in-place order strands them at their motel. Will is frantic trying to find someone to take care of his dogs. Alana is busy, but luckily her boyfriend volunteered to look after all seven of Will's dogs. Will sheltering-in-place show Will a different side to Hannibal? Or will the cannibal crack when the dog hair starts to pile up?

✿ Something Else by HotMolasses [2137 words]

“Why didn’t you pull away, Will?” he said, genuine curiosity in his voice. “When I was mere inches from you, with a deadly blade in my hand, you leaned toward me. Did you hope I would kill you?” “Because I wasn’t thinking you were going to gut me.” he said. “When you put your hand on my face, stroked my cheek I thought…” the room blurred around the edges because Will had kept his eyes fixed to a single spot on the floor for so long. Now he forced them to look into Hannibal’s face. “I thought you were going to do something else.”

✿ Friends don't frame friends: a lesson for a clueless cannibal by canniballadyfelixtristis [5041 words]

Ear? What ear? Will Graham doesn’t try to thwart Hannibal Lecter’s plans for him. He just does. By accident. And then on purpose.

✿ Golden Promises by Shotgun_sinner [68k words] - season 1 divergent as of Sorbet.

Will stays for the dinner party, where he may or may not hallucinate that Dr. Lecter is wearing a gold plug in front of his friends. Hannibal gets Will treated for his encephalitis, and they grow closer in Will's recovery than they ever were before. The maybe hallucination keeps Will up at night, and he learns that the feelings he has for Hannibal might not be platonic after all.

✿ Google It by Devereauxs_Disease [3928 words]

Will knows that Hannibal is checking up on his Google searches, so he decides to check up on his cannibal's inquiries. Will Google searches bring them together or tear them apart?

✿ Good Cannibal, Sit by Devereauxs_Disease [1678 words]

When Will won't tell him why he's being a sour Graham Cracker, Hannibal decides to give him some mushroom tea and see what happens. He was expecting emotional revelations, instead he gets a weird hallucination and ear scritches....

✿ Consenting to Dream by emungere [32k words]

A seduction through physical objects. It starts with a scarf loaned to Will on a cold day, but Hannibal, as usual, isn't satisfied with anything small.

✿ SERIES: We Shall All Be Healed by coloredink [3 works, 11k words]

Hannibal and Will do drugs together. That's it. That's the series.

✿ SERIES: Fluffy Murder Husbands by harleygirl2648 [29 works, 73k words]

✿ SERIES: Professor Will Graham by americandreamboat [5 works, 7381 words]

AUs

✿ Crystalline by The Druid Girl [59k words] - Stripper!Hannibal AU (sort of)

The proprietor of a successful restaurant, Hannibal (who may or may not be a serial killer and definitely WAS an exotic dancer in his youth) is coerced by an old acquaintance to take a job dancing at a bachelor party. When he shows up, he realizes a mistake has been made, but he also realizes something far more interesting: the groom to be is hotter than Mt. Vesuvius. Circumstance and intent lead the boys where it always should: into bed. A lot.

✿ Lean On Me by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles [2205 words]

Written for the airport-related AU prompt: "I fell asleep on your shoulder and you were too polite to move or wake me up AU" with a Hannigram twist.

✿ The Secret Existence of Hannigram by Rising_Phoenix [6000 words]

Hannibal and Will have been married for three years when Jack Crawford approaches Hannibal with the request to assess Will - a marriage nobody knows about, and the couple has way too much fun with this.

✿ Professor Graham's Cheekbones Hotty & Extraordinary Foodie Husband by TheSilverQueen [3320 words]

Online classes due to the quarantine are how Professor Graham's students learn that: 1) Professor Graham has a cute dog; 2) Professor Graham is married; and 3) Professor Graham's husband is smoking hot.

✿ In Sickness and in Health by BonesAndScales [76k words]

Everyone knows that Will and Hannibal are married. Not everyone knows that they are married to each other.

✿ Diamond in the Ruff by Ericurrr [12k words]

Will Graham loves dogs but can’t have them in his apartment. When he gets fired from his job as a dog walker, he turns to walking shelter dogs and bonds with a group of seven misfits. While walking his beloved bunch of shelter dogs he runs into Hannibal. Literally. Little does Will know that Hannibal has been watching Will from afar and wants to give him everything his heart desires, starting with a home and all his dogs from the shelter.

✿ Falls the Shadow by littlesystems [72k words]

An AU where Bedelia is Will’s psychiatrist instead of Hannibal, Will makes a series of increasingly questionable life choices, and no one should ever take Bedelia’s advice. Ever.

Hannibal extended universe

✿ A Fucking Parent Trap Scenario by Devereauxs_Disease [26k]

After smelling Freddie Lounds on Will, Hannibal realizes he's been betrayed. Despondent, and plotting a bloody dinner party, Hannibal finds himself in an upscale bar. When Nigel walks in, things change. Rude, loud, and somehow sporting his face, Nigel is a disturbance Hannibal doesn't need. ...Or does he? Nigel suggests a swap based on his favorite movie - The Parent Trap. What happens when Hannibal and Nigel switch lives? Well, let's find out together, shall we?

[wolfpants]

hd wireless claim: everybody hates a tourist

Everybody Hates a Tourist | Rated E | 51.5k

“Why’d you ask me to meet?”

It’s a good question. Draco doesn’t have a good answer for it (boredom, morbid curiosity—the same excuses as Potter), so instead, he says, “Take one,” and he holds out his packet of cigarettes. 

Potter stares at it. 

“Do you smoke?” Draco asks.

“Only when I’m nervous.”

Draco shakes the packet. “Well, then? Take one.”

🦀🐚⚓️

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?

So excited to be claiming my entry for this year's amazing @hd-wireless! Thank you so much to @getawayfox @thehoneybeet and @skeptiquewrites for your feedback, read throughs, and thoughtful betaing/alphaing/cheering, you're all amazing; thank you to @maesterchill for the brilliant prompt (pulp forever!); thank you to the wireless mods for putting on this fantastic fest and organising everything so smoothly; and thank you to everyone who has read and/or engaged with this fic while it was anon - you're all incredible. love to you all!

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[hd-wireless]

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist

🎵 Explicit, 51,500 ❗ Warnings/Tags: Reference to suicide of a minor character 🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 

🎵 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?

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[apathetic-dry-rot]

Wilting Nerium- Chapter 3: Sex, Drugs, Ect.

Lawrence Oleander x AFAB!GN!Reader

CW/TW: Mild smut, drug consumption, panic attack, wlw-coded, hallucinations, mentions of marijuana and alcohol consumption (Not by reader)

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the content in this fanfic or game in real life!

Lawrence Oleander belongs to Gatobob

NOW PLAYING: Sex, Drugs, Ect. by Beach Weather

The only bad thing about working at a nature reserve is once you’ve been left to die in the woods, you kinda get a bit anxious when in a forest. However, I knew these woods. These were my woods. I don’t have anything to fear at work.

Work is the one place where I’m truly safe.

The readjustment was a bit difficult, but I needed to get back to my job, for both the money, and the fact that if I didn’t, I was gonna go fucking crazy.

It was a relatively simple job, but I’d been doing it for years, so of course it’d be simple to me. I was in charge of checking up on all of our tagged wildlife and making sure that none had gotten killed by hunters or poachers.

It was a soothing routine, but as per usual in my life nowadays, there was something different.

One of our stags had been attacked. By something much larger than anything we had on the premises, and it’s highly unlikely that any predator from outside the reserve wandered in and went for the stag itself.

“Something got Milo?”

Milo was one of the four stags we had at the reserve, and the most docile, which makes the whole situation even more weird.

“Yeah. Uh, whatever it was was pretty big. Bigger than anything that uh, we’ve got here.”

Lola was a nice coworker, on the shorter side with short, poofy auburn curls- almost like an afro, and had wide, light brown doe eyes. Also her smile was entirely too bright and she had a short temper, but she loved the animals and never pressured me into talking or anything, so she was good in my book.

She let out a melancholy sigh, running a thin hand through her boingy curls.

He’d never go after someone like her, she’s far too intimidating for him, and-

Stop. You’re at work. This is the only safe space left.

“Down to three, then, I guess. How unfortunate.”

The frown wrinkled her face in all the wrong ways. It looked unnatural on her.

Luckily, she quickly ‘turned that frown upside down’ and grinned at me, not much different than a cheshire cat.

That smile was almost as unsettling as her frowning.

My name slid off her tongue slyly, she was planning something. She wanted something from me.

“Hey, I’m throwing a party this weekend, if you’re interested.”

I must’ve not been hiding my emotions that well on my face because she scrambled to convince me.

“It’s gonna be super small, just a few coworkers and some of my friends, no more than like, I don’t know, thirty people, maximum. If that, even, I swear. Just stop by for like, half an hour and you can leave whenever you want, I just…”

She sighed softly, her face filling with concern. I know where this is going.

“I was hoping to get you some fresh air, in a more societal setting after, y’know,” she gestured slightly at me, her eyes trailing the visible scars on my neck, face, and arms; “Everything you’ve been through.”

I exhaled deeply, rubbing my wrists.

“I’m not sure, Lola.”

I don’t know what she was thinking, I couldn’t look straight at her, like she was the sun, it was hard to look anywhere near her general direction.

“Please, just for a little while, you don’t have to stay for long, I swear to you.”

Awkward silence filled the air as I discreetly shuffled towards the door and shifted my weight back and forth on my legs. My hand held the doorknob tightly, knuckles white and twisting the cold metal.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

She beamed, I didn’t even have to look at her to know it, I could feel her overjoyed grin radiating sunlight throughout the room.

“Yes! Sounds great!”

I furrowed my brows and glared slightly at her tiny button nose, not looking her in the eye.

“No promises, though, okay?” She practically pirouetted past me, giving my shoulder a light pat as she went by.

“I’ll be looking forward to it!”

At least Lola was right about the size of the house party being small, but this place absolutely reeked.

Of weed. And other drugs.

I’d worn simple clothes: a black tanktop, light blue high waisted jeans, my old black Doc Martins, a green flannel. Enough to not look like a hobo, not too much so I’d look like an overachiever.

It wasn’t too loud inside either, just some 80’s rock playlist playing for ambience in the background, humming of chatter in different rooms as people mingled with one another.

And here I was, alone.

I knew this was a horrible idea. I should’ve just stayed home.

I sort of just stood there for a few minutes before making my way into the kitchen, where I walked through an almost heavenly cloud of marujuana smoke lingering in the air.

“Hey there, stranger!”

I nearly jumped all the way out of my skin as a hand clasped around my left shoulder and tugged me into the side of a girl a bit taller than me.

Her physique was lean and slightly muscular, with a strong jaw and sharp nose, her eyes mismatched colors of olive green and honey brown, with a light dusting of freckles adorning her cheeks, and long golden blonde hair reaching to her waist.

Aka, REALLY FUCKING PRETTY.

Oh, shit I’m staring-

“Oh, uh, hi. Sorry.”

She laughed, soft and sweet and I could feel the heat rising to my face because ohhhh myyyyy god, she’s so gorgeous and her laugh is perfect and adorable and-

Her hand landed on my shoulder giving it a small squeeze.

“My name’s Aiden.”

I cleared my throat and held my hand out in greeting.

Do people even do handshakes anymore? I mean like, it’s 2023-

She shook my hand gently, and I wanted to collapse.

Oh fuck, my name. Dumbass you’re introducing yourself, you need to tell her your fucking name.

“Uh, I’m-”

I could hear my name being called from the living room, causing me to freeze in my spot, Aiden and I both turning to the source- Lola- her strong and lightly calloused hand not leaving mine.

I repeated my name slowly, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, that's… that's me.”

Lola looked between the two of us as she approached, gasping excitedly and gesturing at Aiden and I in a wild fashion.

“Oh my goshhhh! You guys are getting alongggg! That's so totally fucking awesome, my besties are befriending each otherrr!”

She's high as shit. Probably drunk, too. I mean, it is her house, she has every right to get crossfaded if she wants. 

Aiden let out a noise of realization, squeezing my hand and patting it lightly with her other hand, grinning wider before releasing my- probably sweaty- palm from her grip.

“So you're the coworker from the reservation that I've heard so much about? It's so good to finally put a face to a name!”

I let out a nervous laugh before nodding with a small ‘yeah.’

Lola dragged us off, parading us around the house, encouraging me to open up to a few people, and no one was sober enough to recognize me.

Which was actually a huge relief that helped me talk to them. They couldn't pity me if they didn't even know who I was.

Intoxicated people are funny.

At some point I had been offered a sort of gray-brown, shriveled up lump, causing me to turn to Lola, who was next to me on her sofa, Aiden resting her legs on my lap lazily.

“What… is this?”

Lola giggled slightly.

“It’s shrooms, y’know?”

I hummed, rolling it around on my hand while debating.

“If you don’t wanna like, eat it, you could brew it into a tea, I think.”

A shiver crawled along my spine, the scar on my neck tingling, and I shot the brunette an uneasy smile.

“I’ll just eat it the normal way, thanks.”

She laughed, lightly hitting my shoulder as I put the mass in my mouth, my face scrunching up at the odd taste, making Aiden chuckle in amusement.

I coughed after it went down, the blonde reaching onto the floor next to her, handing me her water bottle for me to take, my name falling from her mouth like a small blessing.

“Here, to wash it down.”

I took it from her, our fingers brushing slightly, making me melt inside at the smoothness of her hand against mine, finally taking a gulp from the plastic Dasani bottle.

It tasted oddly familiar.

I shook the thought away, this was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about him.

I’m at a party, not a therapy session.

I turned to Aiden, my hands absentmindedly rubbing her shins.

“How long does this shit typically take to kick in?”

She shrugged, her perfect face serene, hair falling over her shoulders.

“Dunno, usually ‘bout half an hour. Varies from person to person.”

I let out a hum and nodded, zoning out at the sound of her voice.

Closing my eyes and leaning back, I sighed and picked off the loose hairs I felt on her pants.

After a while, things felt, wobbly.

It felt laggy, like a video game.

I opened my eyes slowly, looking around at my surroundings.

Everything was in slow motion. Lola was gone.

It was just me and Aiden in the room.

Alone.

She mumbled as she sat up and tucked her legs underneath her, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“Huh…?”

She leaned towards me, I could see all the freckles dusting her cheekbones and nose.

“I said you look confused. You okay?”

My eyelids drooped, her soft breath against my ear warming up my neck and face.

“I… think so.”

She feels so soft, like velvet.

“Your hands are pretty, y’know.”

She giggled, and I felt my temperature rise a few degrees.

“Yeah, well your face is pretty.”

My eyes snapped up to meet hers, her face only inches from mine.

“All of you is pretty, actually.”

I let out a small noise, akin to a whine, as her lips hit mine slowly, my eyes closing while I leaned into her, my hand tracing her jawline.

Oh, fucking god-

Her hands gripped my hips, moving me to straddle her lap as she moaned into the kiss, my lips parting slightly, her warm tongue darting to move against mine in response.

Aiden began stroking my stomach with her thumbs, filling me with butterflies and making me shiver against her, heat flooding my body as I whimpered into her, her hands squeezing the plush of my hips, holding me down.

Her lips left mine, trailing down my cheek to my jawline and neck, my small noises louder without the muffling of our frantic kissing.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.”

I groaned at her words, my fingers moving to grip her shoulders.

“Can’t help it… been a while, and you’re too perfect.”

She chuckled against my jugular, nipping at my throat softly, causing me to groan, one of my hands coming to grip the hair at the back of her neck, a moan escaping her lips.

I grinned, pulling her hair back slightly, testing the waters, her gasp on egging me on to return the favor and attack her neck with little nips and open-mouthed kissing, her small noises of pleasure fueling the fire in my abdomen.

“Fuuck, sweetpea-”

She cut herself off with a soft moan as I hummed against her throat while sucking hard at her skin. I dragged my tongue over the forming bruise in my wake, causing her hips to buck up into mine.

I leaned back to admire the red and purple blotches on her skin, sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt, looking into her eyes, silently begging for permission to take it off, her shivers and frantic nodding of her head prompting me to ease the fabric over her shoulders and head before tossing it to the side.

“Perfect, so beautiful.”

I latched my lips onto hers once more, moving my hands to palm at her bra-covered breasts. She moaned against me, her hands finding my hips again, grinding me down against her, controlling my movements while my fingers tangled themselves into her hair and tugging. She slid her hands up the back of my shirt, scratching at my lower back with need. I pulled away from her again to shrug off my flannel and tug my shirt off, the two articles of clothing join hers on the hardwood floor before moving to kiss the skin of her chest, sucking bruises into the soft plushness of her tits, taking care to bite softer than on her neck, her hand finding my hair as she threw her head back in pleasure, her figure looking divine, my head swimming from the drugs, the only thing I could think of was how perfect she felt against me. I moved back up to her lips slowly, moving my hips against hers as she continued digging her nails into my back, a groan leaving me with a shiver. The hand in my hair slid down my neck, tracing the car there making me squirm at the feeling, my brain trying not to scream at the negative memories associated with it. I leaned back and opened my eyes, only to find that her eyes weren’t the green and golden brown from before, but now a steely shade of gray-blue, her hair lightening to a straw-colored blonde. My breath hitched as my body flung me onto my back on instinct, my body colliding with the floorboards with a very loud thump, my eyes flooding with tears that began streaming down my face.

“Oh, fuck I-”

I struggled to breath, wiping at my eyes, blinking at Aiden, who had moved to the floor, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder, my skin crawling as I flinched at the contact.

She looked like herself again. Oh god, I fucked everything up again.

“I-I’m sor-sorry, I can’t, I-”

She shushed me, brushing hair out of my face.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

I sobbed, hiding my head in my hands.

I fucked up, I ruined it, everything was going so well, fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

“I- I need to go home, I’m so sorry.”

She helped me put my shirt back on, handing my jacket, reassuring me that it was okay and that she wasn’t mad.

Liar, I ruined everything, just like always.

She had Lola call me a cab before giving me her number as I apologized profusely.

The ride home was quiet and uncomfortable, the lights blending together unnaturally, trailing behind each other.

My apartment was dead silent when I finally got home.

Good. I’d probably cry if I heard noise right now.

My body and mind cried, aching to lay down in my warm bed as I changed out of my clothes, slipping into green flannel sweats and a black t-shirt.

After finishing my nighttime routine, I flopped into my bed, cocooning myself under my blankets, sighing as the warmth and exhaustion caught up to me, dragging me under the surface of the dark slumber that awaited me.

Word Count: 2546

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2023.07.01

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Can I Go Where You Go? by @phoebe-delia [M, 1k]

►Harry presses a kiss to Draco's lips before pulling away with a pout. "I'm so glad you've got this opportunity, really. And America sounds amazing, even if it is just for a conference. But Godric, I'm going to miss you." [...]

2. footage of a vampire (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) [720p] by cyupids [T, 15k]

►Harry looks at Draco, concern etched on his face. "What is it, Draco? You can tell me anything." [...] "I'm a vampire," Draco finally confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed you to know. I needed you to be sure of what you were getting into."

3. Of Foolish First Love by @keidaught [T, 1k]

►Towards the end of the Yule Ball, Draco spots Harry slumped into one of the chairs, his shirt unbuttoned, and realizes some things.

4. The Privacy of an Office by @ghostoflinny [E, 2k]

►Harry and Draco seek the privacy of Harry's office for some private Ministry business.

5. There is something. There is nothing. by @stationintern [T, 1k]

►They creep and they crawl, / They spread and they sprawl, / And poor Harry Potter / Gets no sleep at all.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Everybody Hates a Tourist by Anonymous [E, 51k]

►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? ★ HD Wireless 2023 | @hd-wireless

[ghaniblue]

Wireless 2023 recs: week 1

My desire to read Drarry fic is returning so I'm making my way through this year's @hd-wireless offerings week by week. Here is a list of things I enjoyed from the week 1 round up. My favourites are marked with a ❤️. If you find yourself wondering why my list is 3/4 of the week 1 round up, yes I know, this bloody fandom honestly, so much good stuff.

[29.08. creators added after reveals]

❤️ Why don’t you like me? by @caroll-in (T, digital comic)

Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

Alive by @itsphantasmagoria (E, Digital comic)

Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source

❤️ Before the Cold Sets In by @vukovich & @crazybutgood (T, 9k, fic + origami art)

But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

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?

Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark (M, 2k)

The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

Take You Home by @lqtraintracks (E, 26k)

Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

If You Took the Time to Try by enoby_w (T, 18k)

Last summer, Draco’s impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he’s looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

Title & Possession by @kbrick (E, 49,063)

Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

❤️ Moldova’s Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic by cailynwrites (E, 2h 46min)

Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

>> week 2 recs <<

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Word excerpt ask game!

Handsome

Stupid (😄)

Thank you for asking!

Stupid is a popular word in my fics it turns out. Here's an excerpt from my prongsfoot fic that has it a total of three times.

Sirius twirls the huge scarf around his neck and head and braces himself to go outside. It has to be now, or he’s going to do something stupid like punch James in the mouth. Or worse, kiss him there. And then he’s going to have to go outside and stay outside – apparently through the weekend. And it’s just a better plan, to leave now. And he will, as soon as James stops playing with his hair to get it messy again after being slick to his head under his hat. It’s just – distracting, is all. “Where are you going?” James asks, when he realises Sirius is stood by the door, staring like an idiot. “Oh, er, firewood.” Sirius says. “And I’ll see if I can find the loo you think is maybe there.” “Probably there,” James corrects, grinning widely. Like this is just a new adventure. Something fun for the two of them to do. And it is. Or at least it would have been, if it wasn’t for the stupid thing. “I’ll be back,” Sirius says. And he hears the anger in his voice as he says it. He wants to slap himself as he steps outside, but luckily the wind does it for him. It’s not fair to James to act like this. Sirius just really, really, wishes they could have picked any other week to get snowed in at a cabin with a single bed. It’s not like they haven’t shared a bed before, of course. They used to do it a lot. It’s just that Sirius stopped, sometime around their seventh year when he realised he was oddly attracted to his best mate. He’d dealt with that attraction just fine for years after, but last weekend his stupid Patronus decided to contradict that fact. Because apparently, it’s not just attraction. Remus hadn’t even been surprised when he saw a stag erupt from Sirius’s wand, the fucker. Sirius still can’t quite wrap his head around it.

I apparently used the word 'handsome' very rarely when writing. This is from a Drarry advent fic

“Yes, of course! I’m just saying, if Mr Malfoy isn’t an option, I’ve got a lovely grandson who’d be delighted to take you out on a date. And several granddaughters too, if you like.” Mrs Webb reaches for her wand, no doubt to summon pictures of said grandchildren and Harry can’t hold back his sigh. “Mrs Webb, I’m sorry. I’m not interested. Please sit back so I can run the necessary spells?” Mrs Webb gives him a sympathetic look. “As I suspected! You’re gone on young Mr Malfoy. Not that I blame you, he’s a handsome one, that one. That hair! So, tell me, how are you going to court him?”

[epitomereally]

🎵 🎶 5 faves from H/D Wireless 2023: Week 1 🎶 🎵

@hd-wireless, as always, has served us excellence. Thank you to the creators & mods. Usual disclaimer: I haven’t read everything yet!

Fic:

(you) find me when the lights go down by anon (1800 words, T)

Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night.

"Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

A beautiful exploration of Harry’s demons in eighth year & how Draco can help exorcise them. How do I know I'm not a ghost? just punched me the solar plexus, so beautiful and so awful for Harry, and how tenderly Draco treats him, while still being Draco. One of the two masterclasses in short fic on this list! How MA says so much in so few words—I’m in awe.

Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by anon (2200 words, M)

The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

Three words: pining while fucking. PINING. WHILE. FUCKING. I don’t even need to write a rec for this fic. Please click the link just for that tag.

Just kidding: MA, you can shove your brand of angst down my throat any day. I had to stop myself from quoting the entire fic back at you in my comment. Your prose is so evocative and sparse and melancholy. Marry me, please?

Title & Possession by anon (49k words, E)

Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy sues him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

This fic is FUNNY. Harry is such a wally, so perfectly in-character as our awkward, repressed, depressed, hilarious little cinnamon roll (and Draco is so proud and petty and desperate for Harry too). The romance is so well-deserved by both, and we love a Harry-realizing-his-sexuality fic (SO well-done here—the tension is scorching!). 

Everybody Hates a Tourist by anon (51.5k, E)

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?

An absolute banger on the first day of the fest. Come for the absolutely perfect characterization of Harry & Draco, stay for the lush descriptions of Brighton and EVERYWHERE. The perfect start-of-summer fic, absolutely impeccable, gentle, gorgeous summer vibes (conveniently when where I live FINALLY started getting hot). So many elements to love here: Harry learning about himself, gently and with grace from everyone around him, the TEXTING (absolutely perfect), the side characters with perfect characterization (Seamus at the hotel!), the flirting, DRACO BUYING HARRY A LEATHER JACKET (;_;). Just bury me dead; this fic was so lovely & it’s all I need.

Art:

Alive by anon (E)

Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

Eighth year will forever have my heart for some angsty healing, and MA has captured this so beautifully. This art is not only beautiful (the animations! the color palette! both Harry & Draco! Idk how to compliment art!), but it’s such a gorgeous journey for Harry—from the trauma of the war towards happiness again. Exactly what our darling boy deserves <3

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Defiled

(Just me torturing my oc Silver some more to vent some feelings. Tw: this story has some clear SA allegories. Nothing explicit but yes it's intentional. Warning for homophobic and sexist slurs).

Boys will be boys.

Kids will be kids.

It doesn't matter if they're in their twenties. It doesn't matter if they are old enough to drive, to drink, own property or even have kids of their own. Some men will always be boys, the world little more than a playground for their amusement, rules there to be broken.

The five of them are on a stag weekend. Johnny boy is getting hitched to the barmaid in town, who he also happened to knock up a year ago. Tied down already but might as well make it official for tax benefits. His last few days of freedom, him and his pals are doing an epic crawl across Surrey, grabbing any taxi they can and crashing the nearest pub to drink themselves stupid, annoy the country bumpkin locals, and then move on.

No taxi rank at the last place, so they're taking the journey on foot, hiking across woods and fields in the dead of night. Simon and Chris are using their phones as torches to light the way, though everyone is stumbling and falling arse over head every seven steps.

"SWEET CAROLINE! WOAH WOAH WOAH!" They croon, ducking their heads to not bump into the branches of the trees. "GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!"

"Oi, ain't we near that fancy golf hotel? I 'ear they got a members bar, bet they do shots!" Kyle pipes.

"It's half ten, ya numpty, they ain't gonna be open are they!" Chris slapped him on the back of the head.

"Posh arse place like that won't let the likes of you chavs in anyhow."

"Ey, who you calling a chav? I earn more than you, ya prick!"

"All about style, not money, bruv, and that's where some of us got class and some ain't!" Simon swaggered, while the others made mocking hoots as he tilted the stripper's police cap on his head.

They decided to cut across the golf course to reach the main road, very little in the way of fencing. A few decided to relieve themselves on some of the holes and bunkers, writing messages in the sand for the greenkeepers.

"Clean me." "Thanks mate!" "Hole in 1!"

Along with some dick images of course.

"Sure you don't wanna try breaking into that members bar? Ain't a good stag do unless the groom to be ends up in jail."

"Sod that. Let's just get on the coke already. Ey, look, some benches near them trees." Pointed Kyle.

"You wanna do lines off a bench, you scummer?"

"Think we're gonna come across another surface soon? You got us kicked out the last place by grabbing that waitress. She weren't even fit! Who ate all the pies, ey?"

Laughter from their group sent the squirrels running into the trees and the deer to their dens. But the boys had enough sense to keep the volume down enough not to be picked up by the hotel, all the way across the course.

Only a few lights were on in the building, mostly upstairs for the residents watching TV.

An hour later, the bench is covered with white powder as if it had been snowing in July. The boys are daring each other to climb trees and pose for stupid pictures, Simon trying to chase a poor deer to make Johnny try to snog it.

"Ey lads! Check this out!" Kyle called them over, rubbing his nostrils.

"What the fuck is that?"

They gathered around the weird ass shrine. Lots of flowers and little statues set up as if around an invisible coffin.

"This a grave? In the middle of the woods? Who does that?"

"Maybe it's for someone's dog."

"Nah, look here." Simon pointed to a sketch on the tree, above a plaque; "Some bird who croaked here. Silver Ravenstar. What kind of fucking name is that?!"

"Check out all the symbols. Must have been some hippy, tree hugging witch bitch."

They'd all attended good, Christian schools, not that it would be easy to see, or that any of them seemed to give a shit until tonight.

"Says in brackets 'Louise Smith'. Died about twenty years ago."

Kyle whipped out his phone; "Give us a sec." Quick Google search, though he misspelled a little in his coked state; "....Fuck. Only one newspaper from years back about a girl who was found here dead. No suspicious reason. Suspected....Ha! Suspected drug usage but most likely natural causes. Bitch was some crazy little junkie."

"Fuck that! My old man gets his leg blown off in Afghanistan - he kills himself two weeks later and gets fuck all 'cause we can't afford a decent funeral for him. But this devil worshipping cunt who no-one heard of gets this set up?!" Johnny spat against the picture.

The boys shared similar looks. Anything that made Johnny boy think of his dad was a touchy issue.

"She was probably the daughter of the hotel owner. Or some rich golfing twat who comes here." Despite not being anything close to poor, the lads were middle-working class enough to hate on both those above and below in wealth.

Simon laughed and lay atop the flowers, on his belly.

"You reckon she's buried here? She probably died a virgin! Reckon I can pop her cherry in the afterlife?!" He unzipped his flies, as if ready to begin humping the ground.

Johnny kicked his sides; "Nah, look at that sket. Bet she had already been with all sorts before she snuffed it. I met some freaky Pagans in college, d'you know they do all their spells naked? Sometimes even have orgies? It's manic!"

Chris grabbed at the little bisexual pride flag hung up; "Of course she was a fucking dyke as well!"

He laughed as he crumpled it up and threw it to the dirt.

"Let's make this little memorial more fitting, shall we lads?"

Simon tossed Johnny a can of spray paint. He shook it up, the contents light as they'd used most of it on the bus stops in the village.

Kyle picked up a rock and scratched the name from the engraving. Simon then sprayed over the tree with the more appropriate name.

No hammers or knives. But they found what they needed in the Earth around them, ironically.

False idols were to be broken, Johnny remembered from Sunday school, though Chris made a show of snogging and pretending to thrust into the statue of some goddess welding a bow, the crescent moon as her crown.

A few more lines snorted on the log chair set up close by. More words carved into the trees.

And then Johnny boy struck the match.

"BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"

"Fuck yeah, burn in hell, you little slut, you fucking nobody!" Johnny dropped it upon the mound of flowers.

The alcohol from the cans of beer they'd been swigging as they danced and trampled over the site made the flames spread rapidly. Within three seconds, every bit of colour, every petal and stem, had been devoured. The boys stepped back as the smoke rose into a thick pillar escaping through the tree tops.

"Shit! Put that out! Before someone sees, then we're really gonna be in it!" Simon hissed.

The boys stomped their boots on the ground until every flame was snuffed.

"Get them fucking embers, man!"

All any of them had in the way of non-alcoholic liquid was a half-full can of Monster Monarch, which Kyle tossed on the last few glowing specks.

"That all of them?"

"Think so. Quick, let's get the fuck out of here."

"Where to next? Wanna piss on Stonehenge?" Chris asked, to which all the lads laughed, their arms around each others shoulders as they stumbled into the night.

Many people had barbecues this time of year. Burning was such a common smell that Robin paid little attention to it. His nostrils flare as he enters the woods, noticing it's getting closer. But there's no sign of any flames that would be easy to spot on a night like this.

And yet, there is smoke....

"Sorry me late!" He called out, sure she had to be awake by now. The sun had set nearly an hour ago. "Got too into Stompy's horror movie 'bout creepy clown....Moonah girl?"

Had she already gone off to the hotel? Wait. He sniffed, smelling her close. No trail. He was in the right direction.

And then, a tiny sound. A snuffle. A cry.

"Moonah girl?!"

He rushed forward. Then he saw.

"Oh...No...."

The mound of blue flowers surrounded by Alison's added lilies and roses was now a large patch of grey ash and black, shriveled stems. Fragments of smashed white resin and porcelain and glass littered the site. Sketches and flags had been shredded and now became caught by the night breeze. Across the tree barks surrounding the bed, sprayed in red, were the words...

Whore. Slut. Dyke.

Burn The Witch. Burn in Hell. Burn. Burn. Burn.

And there, laying upon the ash, was the witch herself. Sobbing, curled into a fetal position around the smashed framed sketch of...

Robin's fists curled at his sides, knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched.

How. Dare. They.

Silver continued to weep, her body racked with aching sobs, one hand next to Alison's drawing of Mary.

"....Who?" Was all Robin asked.

Static fizzled between his fingertips.

"Who?! Who did it?!"

She didn't answer. She didn't care. Not really. They were most likely gone now. They were nobody. Just as she'd been nobody to them. And yet the mere idea of her enough had encouraged such cruelty. Such perverse abuse upon a girl already long dead.

Her gods. Her bed. Her...Her Mary. Destroyed.

The caveman gingerly reached his paw to touch her arm. Only then did she finally scream.

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog July 3, 2023

Not feeling chatty today, too many errands and chores to do. At least I don't have to buy fireworks this year for the 4th of July. They were just outlawed last year where I live. Before that, we were all out in the street shooting of aerials and and lots of other things. Neighbors around the corner always put on quite the show. Had a few scary moments over the years. But it was all fun until the clean up!

What I'm reading:

Oh wow Everybody Hates a Tourist by anon for the @hd-wireless fest definitely earned it's right to open the fic portion of the fest. It created quite the atmosphere in Brighton were we find one Draco Malfoy living the gay Muggle scene for the last 8 years.

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?

There was so much to enjoy about this fic given the summertime atmosphere and just hanging out in the pubs, having some smokes, and eating bits of this and that. Harry in this fic is going through some changes in his life but is still on solid ground physically and mentally. We think Draco is too, but there is a vulnerability there and, of course, Harry wants to fix it. One of my favorite things about this fic is Harry's innocence but also sense of adventure. Draco introducing him bit by bit to his lifestyle and the atmosphere of Brighton and Harry is wide-eyed but also enthusiastic. Very cute. Oh and asking for gossip about fellow classmates was a riot. Poor innocent Harry. :) A lovely feel-good fic with definite moments of seriousness. Read and definitely give MA some love with comments!

Everybody Hates a Tourist on AO3

Drarry Tumblr Fic/Art Resources

I know most of you are probably already following @thedrarrylibrarian, but not everyone goes to the home page of someone's Tumblr site. This is a must for @thedrarrylibrarian because there is so much packed into a few links. The first thing you should do is read the FAQ on the home page before you get started. Especially if you're looking for a type of fic. Some fic genres and tropes aren't covered. Also, if you're looking for a specific fic, this is not the place as noted. That is @lostdrarryfics, another great drarry fandom resource.

What is on here is a Card Catolog, which gives a plethora of subject matters to find fics under. Like Beach Reads, or Spy!Draco or Raising Teddy. And even better, they are being continually updated.

Also there is the Reference Section, which is extremely helpful. Here's a few examples: How to Tag your Fic, How to Gain Friends & Friends Writing Fanfic, and How to Write Fanfic Summaries!

The last category, I've mentioned before and that is Friends of the Library, which is a list with links to the collaborations with other writers/artists/reccers/friends, which includes The Happy Hour events.

And finally, you can always ask for a type of fic(s) to fulfill a certain want or need. :)

A lot of work has gone into the site. It's very easy to use, which I particularly am a fan of. So go play around and see what you can discover in the @thedrarrylibrarian!

Tomorrow is a holiday and I'm not sure I'll be making a post as we have some family plans. Hope everyone enjoys their week!

Rom

[soranihimawari]

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An engagement party is not the place you'd conveniently find yourself making amends wth the best man. Alas, here you are as maid of honor at the request of one soon to be Hanamkai-san. The groom and bride to be met abroad in a bar in Rosario, Argentina. You worked alongside the bride in an artistic agency office building in Shinjuku, the groom you formerly met at the combini he often frequented as an ex-volleyball player. Regardless, you don your favorite asymmetrical black dress, kitten heels, and your clutch purse as your ride share arrives.

The pub is alive with the rest of the hens for this party as well as the stags and groom. Your girl friend, Rei, aka the bride, introduces you to other family you haven’t met yet in the past. Hanamaki finds you both with your favorite cocktail in hand. He greets you with a brotherly hug and kiss calling you “one-san” affectionately.

“Been a joke since college, why not keep that up?” The bride says. She explains you were the responsible one out of the three. Pretty soon, Hanamaki drags, ie escorts, Rei away to reintroduce her to a few more old friends from high school. Eventually, as the conversation circle grows, the best man, glances over to where you were busy reminiscing about your friendship with Rei and how it included Hanamaki too. What the bride doesn’t know or rather, she plum forgot, was how intimately you know the best friend of her groom.

It’s not a secret the rest of Mattsukawa Issei’s former classmates knew of his rather untimely ex. You dated him on a whim after revealing the random hookups weren’t so random: Dare he say it, he gave you guys a fair chance. Not saying you didn’t, but time proved to be the biggest challenger of your straining relationship.

You were just about to debut a photography series in another part of the world as you were chosen to represent the photography department from Japan to South Korea. Mattsukawa was already starting his internship. Though splitting time between being intimate, work, and individual days off, time stacked the odds against your relationship. Unfortunately, during what would be your last date with the young funeral director, he brings up the topic of ending things as, “amicably as possible.” You look back up at him, an equally tearful set of eyes reflect upon you, so you ask a weak, “why?”

“We can’t be together now, look at where you’re going,” He holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your own. Mattsukawa smiles, deftly brushing away a stray tears with his free hand. “I love you, but we can’t. Not right now.”

You protest, promising to fight better. Fight with him to make this work. Whatever this was, still is. If you could hear each other’s worlds crack around you, neither of you would let the other go. You calm yourself by the time the cake and coffees are delivered. Smiling brightly with hope on the curvature of your lips, you feed a a forkful of the dessert to you soon to be ex.

“Will you wait for me to make a name for myself?”

The sluggishly tempting slow bend of his massive frame to entertain bowing to you who held the fork makes your breath hitch. Mattsukawa was warm and inviting in the city you moved to study photography; he’d been kind enough to show you around wherever your paths cross like the night market the first month you were on a a long weekend.

As all impromptu dates are concerned, he does his best to think on his feet as you let him see all the sides of you that were pretty: your sense of wicked humor, sharp wit, and even bold choices in food. You were a dream and Mattsukawa could not be blamed for falling a lot harder than he had intended. He and his friends always used to talk about various lovers in the past, but in all honesty, if one of them would have seen the way you lock eyes with him across the pagoda filled food court of the night market, they would have assumed their dear friend had found his potential match.

As he chews on the morsel, he gives you a slight delightful hum. He heard your question and acknowledges this was non-rhetorical.

“Baby, I’d wait an eternity if you told me to,” The dinner is paid for as you rise up out of your chair.

That night, at your shared studio, behind closed doors, you hold on to him, telling him to love you like you’re never coming back.

Seven years in Seoul spent, making you a photographer by trade. Seven years of being one of the most sought after fashion photographers and even credited film photography for city scapes led up into the bed of many an illustrious star. None of which could compare to the measly little funeral director you dated in your early twenties. Imagine your surprise when your best friend from high school, Rei, reforms her relationship with you. Inviting you out so much so that you eventually fall into a lovely pattern with her. Wake up, go apply for jobs, go to interviews, eat lunch with her at her building, go home, etc. eventually, you are employed by her creative team once you find yourself an agent within that company. Seven years ago, at twenty-two, you would have freaked out when Rei told you the name of her very serious boyfriend and now fiancé. The name was familiar, but you didn’t know why until wedding prep had begun.

Now you’re both here and for what it’s worth, you leave the ball in your ex’s hands. Perhaps the alcohol and really great karrage chicken makes Mattsukawa walk toward you. The girls you chat with are playing matchmaker for you because you’re the only one in the bridal group not attached. You declined the offers sort of not explaining the awkward truth. One of them had the audacity to ask, “why not mattsun?”

“B-because,” You stammer embarrassed after all. “He seemed like he’d reject me.” (Because I never came back).

Mattsukawa couldn’t believe what you said, so he stands a little straighter behind you, making a silent sign to the girls who could see him.

“How are you so sure, yn?”

Your glass is abruptly taken away as the ladies scatter to find other teas they can spill. One of them finds Rei and Hanamaki, who contrary to what you didn’t tell either of them, figured it out on those own.

“Think it’s still a bad idea to have them paired?” Hanamaki whispers. Rei kisses her almost husband’s freckled cheek.

“Not at all,” Rei answers. “Just want to see them happy. They deserve it.”

Hours go by and as the party dwindles, the hotel bus comes to pick up the last members of the party. You’re one of the chaperones that got left behind stuck with closing duties alongside Mattsukawa who didn’t want you to be alone. Sitting side by side with him, he offers his arm if you feel sleepy. In a matter of minutes, your curt innocent “thanks,” is replaced by a light snore and head bop. Mattsukawa, gentle giant he is, guides your head to slump against his arm.

When the bus comes to a stop and you holy awake. Mattsukawa doesn’t dare look down to notice your expression is the same—shocked, a little by how you still fit against him, but adorable. He walks with you from the lobby to the elevator. Escorting you to your door, very reminiscent of your first date with him. The emotions of wanting to be held by him surface when he bids you a gentlemanly, “oyasumi.” You do the same as you unlock your door and toe off your shoes.

Five minutes. Both of you are giving each other five minutes before either of you came to your senses. Mattsukawa’s already by the elevator when he receives a, “go get ‘em asshole” from Hanamaki. His smile fades as the doors open saying he’d take the next one to an older couple who sees alot of their younger selves in a determined best man walking with a purpose.

Just about to raise his fist at the door, Mattsukawa hears the deadbolt unlock. And you, with your dress half way undone pulls him inside by his collar with a desperate yet swift, “thank fucking god.” Seven years without kissing you to suddenly trying to remember how you felt against him drives him mad. The door closes, he blindly locks it behind you. It’s insane how fast you have his heart in your hands, with every gasping breath when he pulls away for a bit, “missed ya so much” kisses are slower and lags in nature versus the way he worms his hands under your skirt to tease you there. You’re whining, his name on the top of your tongue when he head your pinned against the wall.

“‘Sei, I’m back home,” His hands stop teasing the things he wishes he’d bite later. Instead, they almost yank down the rest of the dress as your hands undo the buttons of his dress shirt quickly.

“Never letting you go again,” He kisses your forehead when you slide off the shirt from his shoulders. You smirk up at him before you raise your leg to pull him closer to you. Taking you up on the offer and hint, you’re lifted up in a flurry of hungry kisses and as you instruct him to where the bed actually was, you warrant a breathy groan from him as you feel something a too familiar press against your thigh.

“I forgot what that dress makes you do,” you roll your hips to center your gravity and he nips your ear.

“Naughty baby,” he smiles kissing your neck.

“Worth it,” you grab his hair and give it a purposeful tug. “You’re absolutely worth it.”

His lust blown pupils are wide with aching want. You tell him to take it slow when he lays you down. You don’t have the heart to tell him you think you’re wet enough by that little session in the hallway, but it’s better to let him taste how ready you are.

“Are you sure?”

“Issei, I’m more sure now that you’re here than before.”

“Ok then.”

Letting his mouth greet you is not that strange, what is though is how easily compliant you’re being to have him hear the lewd calls to the holy rulers as you let his tongue fuck you. You’re nearly there when he notices how you still do that thigh twitch thing where your trap him there. Mattsukawa doesn’t care how messily you cum, but when you do, it’s an honor for him to know he can and will make you over the simplest things.

You’re breathing hard as you try to come down, yet you know it’s not really a one and done with mattsukawa. Hearing the drag of his zipper and the pants he wore be discarded, he asks you if you want to stop.

“Fuck no, look at you,” Your voice is poisonous with love galor. He can’t help but lean down and give you his thanks after wiping your excess into his mouth.

Your eyes never forgot how massive your reconnected ex is; such refiness can only either be praised about our sculpted, not that it matters as Mattsukawa easily lays down into you, aligning himself with you. Eyes of his gleam in either devotion or sexual pleasure, but hearing you take in a nervous breath is reminiscent of the first time he fucked you senseless: you were unsure how your core got him all the way in, but it was worth the soreness in the morning. As you lay down, you wait for the pain of the stretch to subside, biting your lip and gripping on to the sheets, every encouraging word that spills from your lover’s mouth makes you moan with slightly louder with a glee you forgot you had.

“Were you always this th-aah!-ick?” The words die on your mouth as you realize he’s closer to your face now when he leans down to pick up your leg.

“Only for you,” his devilish smile hides behind a kid to your knee.

You admit you wiggle a bit too much before you beg him to move with you.

“Give me a chance,” he murmurs against the underside of your breasts.

“Nngh, ‘kay. Don’t make me do all the work.”

Mattsukawa locks eyes with you, kisses your beauty mark by your pelvis before whispering a cool breath of acknowledgment. Your leg rests against his shoulder now.

How Mattsukawa fucks you deeper is a continuation of both your want and his need; the day Mattsukawa decided to meet up with Hanamaki’s now fiancé was the same day he figured out who was going to be in the bridesmaid group. The second the bride said your name, he almost spat out his tea at the cafe. Nearly choking on air, Mattsukawa since then, made it a personal mission to be on your good side.

Did he think the rehearsal and the pub outing was a trap set up by his friends? Sure. Does he think you, with a fucked out expression, now pressed against his chest, will ever let him free again? Absolutely not, the loneliness and jealousy of those who kept your bed warm for seven years (literally only four people and it wasn’t that serious) kept Mattsukawa Issei on a short tangible leash. It’s not like he waited either—there was Ami, who despite her best efforts, never got to ride his dick like you; there was Kinomoto-san, the florist who always made an extra bento for her funeral director, which lasted a week and a half because your photo kept Mattsukawa’s desk looking like an office; and then there was Makoto whom he only half-fucked in a way because she asked him to stop since his thoughts kept drifting to you (Makoto was kind to end the fling saying a word of grace: “‘sei, you don’t love me like yn. When they come back, love ‘em like they’re dying the next day, ok?’)—but now, as Mattsukawa’s hands scratch your lower back and he helps you ride him up and down, slow and steady beats, he realizes you’re crying. He still moves to calm you, wiping tears and a small, barely audible, apology for making him feel unloved for so long reaches his burning ears.

“You’re here now,” his voice rumbles through his chest. “You’re here, with me, fucking me, baby you’re ‘xactly where you belong.”

You nod, it’s the only thing you can do as you bite into his neck, gently succumbing to the lull of his stride. Kissing away every trace of doubt, Mattsukawa rolls with you, effortlessly punctuating his acceptance with vigor expressing he wasn’t unloved, he was just loyal enough to wait for you. It takes a few more minutes of rapid movements and it’s good to know how you recall his body burns feverishly as his torso constricts, face hidden in the crook of your neck.

“Wh-where?” he only has time to ask you a one word answer before his hips stutter against yours. “‘M close. Where?”

You hold him steady, your muscles tense around him and without missing a beat, a desperate sounding, “inside” reaches his ear. Your sex either drags him in or flutters even more and you hear him chuckle as you feel him fill you up even more than before. He whispers to not waste a drop, “we’ll deal with the consequences in a few hours. Pharmacy opens at 7.” you hum, rubbing a playful hand in his coarse hair.

The room smells like sex and days old perfume. You’re still acting as a cocksleeve to a teasing Mattsukawa, who for lack of better words, is deftly tracing the love bites on your chest. He loved how you massage his scalp, curls which never listened to him obey you. Complete submission of his body spurned by love for you is how he figures he’s with you in the present.

“Issei,” your throat hurts from the myriad of orgasms (both hard and perhaps a little more short lived to squeeze in two more post having Mattsukawa reach his high).

“Mm?”

“Thanks for walking me to my door.”

You both laugh, he kisses the corner of your eye. He stays with you to use the rest room and wash up; going so far as to pull out the extra bedding (your room was graciously a suite, so extra linen were in the closet). A protest of him leaving the bed so you have first dibs has him be curt with a resounding, “be good and go ahead. I’ll see you there first.”

Showering with Mattsukawa does have it’s perks though: you recall how the same hands that kept you close now are massaging your back muscles. You slightly hiss at the scratch on your spine when he dragged a calloused set of fingers down your midback. The suds do little to hide what little is there left to explore with each other. Water runs from lukewarm to hot when you rinse off only to be slightly kabedoned as Mattsukawa leans down to stare affectionately in your eyes. A silent question on his raised brow is answered when you smile right before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Stepping out of the shower, you pull the curtain back a touch and answer formally:

“Mattsukawa Issei, I’ve loved you from the beginning. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

The man stands, stark naked like the day he was born, he turns the knob so the water shuts off. You hand him a towel sheepishly looking away before he deems himself ‘decent.’

“Good because sweetness, I will follow you to the ends of the earth…”

A mirthful smile and a slight yell of, “put me down!” was heard outside of your room, as Mattsukawa effortlessly picks you up asking if you’re brash enough to ruin this set of sheets too. And who are you to blissfully disagree?

[marvelandponder]

Happy Birthday, Marvel! Hope life's been treating you well! Got any birthday plans?

Awww, thanks, Marvel!! Life's been good to me recently, yeah! I just got some confirmation that I'll be receiving a job offer next week for a manager position! It’s a temporary reassignment/secondment for 10 months, but it's insanely great experience!

Also yesterday I had an all-day business meeting that featured spending time with a lot of great people, a free buffet lunch, along with ice cream and service dogs! I got ice cream and puppies, I really can't complain 😂

And I do! Too many, almost! 😂

Tonight I'm going out with my mom for a Jamaican dinner then seeing Spiderverse 2 with a friend afterwards! Then tomorrow I'm seeing my dad for brunch, my cousins midday, and then I have a different cousin who's having a Stag and Doe, so I don't have to plan shit but I get to go to a fun party Saturday night! The Sunday I'm keeping open. Only thing that day is calling Bevin and ice cream cake 😂🎂 I'll need the day to chill haha

My weekends are not usually this jam-packed, I swear

How about you? How's life been? Any fun plans coming up?