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mawofmeraxes · 2 years

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MawofMeraxes Writing Commissions

INTRO

Hello! I’m really struggling with money to pay for groceries right now so I'm opening up writing commissions on ko-fi!

I will only be taking requests for fandoms and characters that are listed in my masterlist and later in this post. Masterlist and other list are subject to additions at any time!

THE WORKS

Almost all commissions will be done through ko-fi and nothing else. Link can be found here and on my pinned post. There will be multiple options available for you to choose from.

If you wish to request something that is not an option on ko-fi, you can reach out to me at my email [email protected] and we can discuss options and further pricing from there.

I ask that when you leave a request on ko-fi that you leave me an email, Tumblr account, or discord that I can reach you at, as I want to ensure that whatever you request will come as close to want you want it to be as possible.

WRITING

I will be writing explicit, smutty one-shots for character(s) c reader and ships as well as simple one-shots that do no include smut, it is up to you.

I will not be writing:

- Dub-con/Non-con - Beastiality - NonTargaryen Incest - Underage relationships and pairings - Violent Kinks (will be discussed upon request) - Miscarriage - Pregnancy

Characters I will be writing for (as of November 2022)

And ships that include these characters.

PRICING

NSFW Reader One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

18+ One-Shot featuring a character of your choosing x either fem! or GN!reader. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will include smut. The price for 1k words is $20, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4 per extra character. Additional characters can not be OC or other reader.

SFW Reader One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

One-Shot featuring a character of your choosing x either fem! or GN!reader. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will not include any smut. The price for 1k words is $15, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4 per extra character. Additional characters can not be OC or other reader.

NSFW Ship One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

18+ One-Shot featuring a ship of your choice. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will include smut. The price for 1k words is $20, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4. Additional characters can not be OC or reader.

SFW Ship One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

One-Shot featuring a ship of your choosing. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will not include any smut. The price for 1k words is $15, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4. Additional characters can not be OC or reader.

GUIDELINES

- You must be 18+ or older to commission anything from me - In instances where I am unable to finish your piece, a full refund will be initiated - All payments will be upfront - You are entitled to multiple free revisions for one week after I send you the final completed piece. After one week, if you still request changes, I will charge you a percentage based on the edits you wish to be made. - Time of completion for the piece depends on length and contents, I will be open and clear to you about my progress and when it will be complete. - After the piece is sent to you, you are able to send and share it as much as you wish, please credit me for being the writer of the piece though. - I will probably reply very quickly as I am prone to check my email multiple times a day. However if I do not reply within 24 hours feel free to send me another email or reach out to me on Tumblr @mawofmeraxes. - If I have started the commission and you choose to cancel it, I will refund you a percentage of what you have paid depending on how much I have already written. - I reserve the right to deny any request for whatever reason.

REQUIRED INFORMATION FOR REQUEST

- The character(s) you wish the one-shot to be about - If you would prefer a fem!reader or a GN!reader - The relationship between the reader and character(s) (e.x: pre-established relationship like dating or married, friends, enemies, lovers) - How you would like the reader to act during the one-shot (e.x: are they bratty, snarky, kind, mean, rude, quiet, loud, outspoken?…) - The scenario in which the one-shot is occurring and what the idea is that you wish to see brought to life (e.x: a certain thing happens and then from that the smut occurs, jealous, angst…) - Setting, time and place - The tone and feeling of the entire piece (e.x: loving, rough, mean, sad, depressing, angry…) - What type of smut you would like it to be (e.x: positions, anything oral, names, kinks…) - Any tropes or anything else (e.x: one bed only, enemies to lovers…) How you would like the final piece to be sent to you: Tumblr, email or discord

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the-real-milo · 2 years

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Beauty, Terror, and Everything Inbetween

summary: hogwarts fight club mixed with some postwar ptsd and some bloodlust, emphasis on lust

word count: 3k

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Draco Malfoy’s lip was split open, his nose was dripping blood on his once-pristine tie, and his eyes were gleaming with a bloodlust Harry hadn’t seen in months. And, Harry thought, he had never looked better.

It was technically Ron’s idea to initiate Hogwarts’s first Fight Club. Having five brothers, he was used to disputes being settled with an arm wrestle or even a one-round pindown. So, when Ron and Dean were having a tiff over who got to eat the last blueberry scone at tea time, Ron suggested an arm wrestle. Winner takes the cake, literally. And, in that case, Ron took the cake. It was a simple affair, a one-and-done.

However, Seamus bet Ron that in any two out of three, his boyfriend would beat Ron’s ass. Ron, like a magical Marty McFly, could not withstand being called chicken and took the bet. The first bet started at one bronze knut. Of course, Hermione took care of the gambling mathematics, though she did so with plenty of disapproving glares at the boys. After Ron won his hard-earned knut, Neville challenged him and won Ron’s knut from there.

Susan Bones, at the Hufflepuff table, challenged Neville, but before Hermione could call the round (and, Hermione was judged to be the only person both smart enough and unbiased enough to be judge) Headmistress McGonagall shut the game down. Something about gambling or physical violence not being encouraged, Harry wasn’t really sure. He was sure that the last time all the houses had collaborated on something was for Dumbledore’s Army/ the war they had all been forced into.

So, when tea ended, Ron suggested everyone head up to the Room of Requirement to finish the Bones v. Longbottom stand-off. Everyone agreed, and when they found the room, there were bleachers and a wrestling ring waiting for them. Though Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had come up to watch their respective champions, and a few curious Ravenclaws shuffled in, no Slytherins attended the first official match. Some people argued that they shouldn’t be invited at all, but Hermione lectured everyone with something boring about Germany after World War I, and either they understood or were too afraid to argue with her.

The next day, Malfoy showed up with Zabini. They stood in the back for all the matches, whispering to each other, and bet on nothing. Neither of them spoke to Harry, though Zabini gave him a polite nod on his way out.

One week, when there were few viewers left besides immediate friends of the fighters and, truthfully, even they had grown bored with the great sport of arm wrestling, someone suggested that they have “real” fights, though no one remembers who that was. Everyone In the room immediately shot down the idea, until Neville punched Ron (albeit, lightly) in the face, and Ron hit him back, and everyone was hooked. More people showed up, more money was bet, and more fun was had.

Harry was surprised with how fun the fighting was; he hadn’t lost a single match, though many had wanted to challenge the Chosen One. Beyond winning, though, it had been a long time since Harry did something for the fun of it - years, at least.

After a particularly good fight with Ginny, who didn’t hold punches like some of the others, Harry stepped outside the Room of Requirement for a breather only to see Malfoy leaning against the wall.

They stood quietly next to each other. Harry hadn’t talked to Malfoy since the war. The feud between them had seemingly fizzled out, and Harry didn’t know how to deal with Malfoy the person, rather than Malfoy the archenemy. Once you battle and kill the literal evilest person in the world, petty rivalries don’t seem so important.

“Do you enjoy beating up your friends?” Malfoy says stoically, unmoving from the wall.

Harry whips his head around to look at Malfoy, who seems nonchalant, but has tightly clenched, slightly shaking fists.

“It’s all in good fun.” Harry replies calmly, not matching Malfoy’s attitude. No one’s forcing him to be up here; Whatever problem he has, he can deal with on his own.

“Didn’t we all go through enough fighting?” Malfoy continues, “Aren’t you tired?”

Harry looks at Malfoy, really looks at him, for the first time since the war. He had dark circles under his eyes, and had lost weight in a way that made his cheeks look sunken in.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry replies, “But somehow, this helps. It’s… cathartic, in a way.” Malfoy looked up at Harry, at first in confusion, then in determination. He grabbed Harry by the wrist, and pulled him back into the Room of Requirement.

“We’re next.” Malfoy announced to the room, which was met with complaints by those occupying the waiting list.

“We’re next.” Harry confirmed, to which the complainers promptly shut up.

Malfoy dropped Harry’s wrist, and then stood in the middle of the ring, looking somewhat lost. Harry followed him up and removed his outer robe, which Malfoy copied. While Harry was wearing a Gryffindor sweater to combat the winter chill, Malfoy was in his usual posh dress, vest and all.

“Do you know how to form a fist?” Harry asked, quietly. Malfoy shook his head, eyes faced towards the floor of the ring.

Harry took Malfoy’s left hand, but Malfoy immediately went stiff and shook his head.

The dark mark, Harry thought to himself.

Without saying a word, he takes Malfoy’s right hand, and pushes down all his fingers, and cages the front two in with his thumb. Malfoy copies this himself with his left hand, and Harry nods his approval.

“Ready?” Hermione calls, after collecting all the bets for the round. Both boys nod, and the room counts down from three. On one, neither boys move.

“Come on,” Harry says, with a hint of a smile, “You know you want t-”

And Malfoy’s fist comes down on Harry’s cheek, much harder than he expected. Harry looks at him in shock, and Malfoy just shrugs, a new grin on his face. Harry matches the grin, and goes for Malfoy’s solar plexus. They continue trading blows without stopping until their three minutes are up, and Hermione blows her whistle. Both boys are breathing hard, but neither of them have any visible damage. Malfoy looks exhilarated, but after a couple of seconds he runs out of the ring to the trash can that just appeared in the corner of the room, and releases the majority of his stomach contents.

“Looks like Harry wins,” Hermione says lightly, and cheers go up from around the room.

Harry just makes his way over to Malfoy, who is shaking slightly in the corner, but is otherwise okay.

“Give me a second, and I’ll shake your hand like a proper good sport.” Malfoy says good-naturedly.

“That’s okay, mate” Harry grins, “You’ll have a chance when I beat you again.”

Malfoy chuckles, but then retches again into the trash bin. Harry is hesitant, but he slides onto the floor next to Malfoy and rubs his back lightly. He tenses up at first, but then melts into Harry’s touch. They sit like that for the rest of the day’s matches.

Hermione schedules Harry in to fight Malfoy once a week. Their second fight goes pretty much the same as the first, with Malfoy excavating his guts as soon as the time is up.

“If you want to have a chance at beating me, you have to take care of yourself.” Harry says to Draco, sitting beside him once again.

“I do!” Malfoy says crossly, but this is such an obvious lie that Harry does not feel the need to point it out.

“Tomorrow. 6am, Forbidden Forest. I need a jogging partner.”

Malfoy looks like he wants to protest, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Harry sighs, but doesn’t leave Malfoy’s side.

Harry gets to the forest at 6, fully expecting Malfoy to no-show, but he’s already there, the tips of his nose and ears already showing pink.

Malfoy gives Harry a small smile, makes Harry’s stomach do this funny flip-flopping thing that he decidedly ignores.

They start jogging together down Harry’s usual trail, and they almost fall into silence when Harry starts to recount the story of Aragog to Malfoy. He’s a good listener, asking engaging questions and making the appropriate reactions to Harry’s story. He then tells his own story, of an awful detention served in the forest. The two boys trade stories like this for the entire run, and they almost can’t believe it when it’s time to head back to the school for breakfast. When they get to the Great Hall, Draco makes to go to the Slytherin table when Harry asks, “Stay with me?”

Draco looks hesitant, but nods in agreement, and Harry gives him a grateful smile. They head to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione looks at Harry approvingly, and Ron is too busy eating to notice anything amiss.

At first, he just sits there, taking in the Gryffindors’ conversations. Harry stares at Draco until he picks up the nearest thing, a blueberry muffin, and puts it on his plate. He continues to watch Draco, who looks Harry in the eyes for every single bite he takes. Once the last of the muffin is gone, Harry awards Draco with a quick side-squeeze of a hug. Draco wasn’t expecting that, but he leans into it.

“Hey, when did Malfoy get here?” Ron asks, mouth half full.

Harry and Draco look at each other, and break out into laughter - neither of them note it, but it’s the first time they laugh together.

The sixth fight is the first one that Draco gets through without getting sick. At the end, he looks out of breath and completely soaked with sweat, but he stands tall.

“I’m proud of you,” Harry murmurs in his ear, and Draco blushes deeply as Harry is declared the winner once again.

Every day, they jog together, they eat meals together, and they learn more about each other than they have in the past seven years.

Their eighth and last year at Hogwarts is more than two-thirds over, and not everyone handles it well. The Slytherins throw nightly ragers that blend into one another, the parties bleeding over into one another until they’re indistinguishable. After a class ends, there’s always an inevitable straggler who sits in the classroom, staring at the familiar walls and imprinting them to memory.

Harry and Draco sometimes stay in the Forbidden Forest long past when they’re done jogging, and talk about their plans for the future.

“You know, I always wanted to be a healer,” Draco reveals one day, leaning against Harry as they sit before their favorite oak tree.

“Healer Malfoy,” Harry tries the title out on his tongue, and Draco smiles, those smiles that have become less of a rarity and more habit.

Harry doesn’t know what he’ll do after Hogwarts. Of course, Hermione has her twenty year plan, and Ron would follow her anywhere. When it had been time to study for Owls and to pick a career path, Harry was sure he would die in service to the wizarding world, but mostly Dumbledore. Now that Dumbledore was gone, and the war definitively over, Harry wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

“You could become a Healer, with me!” Draco suggests one day, and Harry laughs at the idea. He never excelled at school, not really, not beyond what was expected, and he wouldn’t want to go into the career knowing he could be nothing more than average.

“You could stay here,” McGonagall suggests to him one day, but Harry knows that isn’t right either.

As Draco gets stronger, and the boys become more comfortable with one another, their fights become more brutal. They really let loose, their anger and frustration and confusion all coming out and being laid bare.

It’s the day of their last fight of the year, and they are the first to arrive at the Room of Requirement, just as they planned. They sit in the back of the empty bleachers, waiting.

“I guess this is it,” Harry says, somewhat awkwardly. He doesn’t know what to do. He never does, not when it counts.

Draco says nothing, and just sits there with Harry until the crowds appear. He’s been getting dangerously close to beating Harry, so the bets are more varied now, meaning more money for the winner.

Finally, the crowds arrive. Harry and Draco are the last fight of the day, and they watch the other matches together, still in silence.

“Talk to me, Draco,” Harry says almost pleadingly.

“I -” Draco swallows thickly. He doesn’t answer any further. He has that defensive sneer back on his face, the one he hasn’t shown since they were kids who had to be brave.

Harry doesn’t press him any further, but sneaks his hand into Draco’s when he’s sure everyone else is concentrating on the fight. Draco doesn’t hold Harry’s hand, not really, but he doesn’t let him go, either.

By the last match before theirs, though, Draco is gripping Harry’s hand so hard that it’s turned bone white.

When it’s their turn to fight, Draco lets go of Harry’s hand quickly, as if shocked that he’s still holding on. Draco walks up to the ring, back stiff, and ignores the cheers and taunts of the crowd. Harry does the same, solely focused on Draco. He’s not alright, Harry can tell that much. If only he knew how to fix it, he would, he would. But Harry’s not sure he can, anymore.

He’s about to call off the fight when Hermione starts the match and Draco throws a punch that hits him squarely in the cheekbone. And it stings. But Harry doesn’t move, just looks at Draco, worrying.

“Fight me, Potter,” Draco says, through gritted teeth, “It’s a fight. Hit me, for Salazar’s Sake!” By the end, Draco was shouting through a silent room.

“Why should I?” Harry asks, carefully. If Draco shows any hint of breaking, he’ll walk out, possibly dragging a kicking and screaming Draco behind him.

“I was told this was supposed to be cathartic,” And Draco grins, and it’s wild, and it’s terrifying, and it’s beautiful. “Give me your catharsis, Harry,”

And then the fight, the one they’ve been waiting for all their lives, finally starts. It’s not just fists, but hands and claws and teeth. Draco kicks at Harry’s shin, sending him to his knees. Harry looks up at him like he’s at the altar and Draco is his god, his beautiful god who is striking him down for all the sins he hasn’t committed yet. Harry pulls at Draco’s vest, dragging the boy down to his level, and reverse slams him to the ground. He cradles Draco’s head as they both fall and twists so that Draco is underneath him. Once Draco is pinned to the ground beneath him, Harry is able to land punch after punch before Draco is able to catch his arm and yank him down. Draco bites the muscle between Harry’s shoulder and when he is released, Harry can see the gleam of his own blood on Draco’s teeth.

The three minute timer rings unnoticed.

All their fears about the future, their bitterness, their repentance, their sorrow, is lost in the fight. Perhaps lost isn’t the right word - it’s shared between them, given as gifts and burdens that both boys are fighting to hold up, alone. Two Atlases, holding up the same world, learning to share the burden.

Finally, Harry collapses in a corner, Draco kneeling between his thighs and holding Harry’s face between his hands.

No one is declared a winner. The crowds shuffle out slowly, ushered by Hermione, who checks the boys quickly for concussions before exiting herself.

“I know what you did,” Draco pants, still holding onto Harry as if scared he’ll run away (which Harry does not possess the strength to do, even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to, for the record.)

“It was going to be a surprise. Tonight. At my victory party.” Somehow, Harry manages a crooked grin, though it hurts to do so.

“You bought Malfoy Manor.” Harry had bought the mansion weeks ago, with the winnings from his weekly fights. He told no one, though less so because of the surprise factor and more so that he was scared Draco would reject it. Most people don’t want to live in their childhood home forever, but after being orphaned during the war, Harry figured Draco would want some semblance of his parents around him.

“For you. For us. I was thinking we could be … roommates, or something,” Harry managed to stutter out. Draco doesn’t say anything, so Harry continues, panicking.

“Or I could just, you could live alone? I don’t mean to force my way, I mean, it’s completely up to you. I just wanted to- “

Draco kisses Harry then, moving his hands from Harry’s cheekbones to his jaw to his neck. On Harry’s part, he can’t move much, or even sit up straight, but he kisses back with all the force he possesses. Harry can taste his own blood in Draco’s mouth, and it only pushes him further.

Maybe they’ve jumped off a cliff they can’t return from, but if so they both jumped too long ago to even regret the choice.

“You bought me a house.” Draco says, as soon as he’s able to separate himself from Harry.

“I bought you a house.” And they both laugh at the absurdity of it, the certainty and uncertainty baked into the action.

“Stay with me,” Draco whispers into Harry’s neck, and Harry nods and holds Draco tighter than he’s ever dared to before.

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