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Writing Meme!

Thank you @candybarrnerd for metaphorically kicking me in the rear to get back to writing more after my writing got taken in a bunch of different directions throughout November. (And for indulging me in my knitting obsession that's taken over my life throughout December.)

I, too, am ignoring the rules and sharing the last paragraph I wrote. It's for an RP, and feel free to ask if you'd like to hear more about it.

Though a great deal of your skills were bolstered by innate talent, your journey to the Captaincy has required a lot of lost sleep and sweat and even some blood. Anyone who would dare say that you haven't earned your place here and that it only came to you as a result of nepotism clearly hasn't been sailing the seas for very long, and they had better hope they've heard tales of your prowess with a blade, lest they make an ever bigger fool of themselves.

these are the rules that I am also ignoring

Rules: post the last line you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line

I'm tagging @candybarrnerd (ha! we demand to see more!), @tsundanire, @andithiel, @marshmallowmcgonagall, and @shinyhappygoth

I encourage anyone I've tagged to ignore the rules as well! And, of course, anyone is welcome to take this as an open tag.

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✨Shooting Sparks ✨

Triad: Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings/Tags: no warnings, getting together fic

Length: 597 words

Summary:  Free of familial expectations at long last, Draco Malfoy can finally make the proposition he’s spent years dreaming about.

Read HERE on AO3 or read below the cut!

Author’s Note: This is a gift for @cheekytorah​, though it’s been sitting in my google docs for so bloody long that I can’t remember why it was a gift for them. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I’d also like to give my sincerest thanks to @opaleyedragon​ for their quick and thorough beta job!

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Sparks Flying (an H/D microfic)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: no warnings, fluff

Length: 50 words

Author’s Notes: For the November 7, 2020, @drarrymicrofic prompt “Carefree”

It wasn’t the elaborately planned dates or the freshly-cooked meal awaiting him every evening. It wasn’t the French brunches or the immaculate decoration of their home.

No. It was the way they’d spontaneously dance in the rain, the way they'd crash together - sparks flying - that made him fall in love.

One of my fandom wishes for 2022 was to write microfics this year, so I’m going through the backlog of @drarrymicrofic prompts day by day. You can find my microfics with the tag #thunderdoesmicrofics.

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FIC CLAIM: H/D WIRELESS 2020

What Will We Do With a Drunken Harry?

Author: Thunder_of_Dragons (me!)

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Pansy/Hermione

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4975

Tags/Warnings: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff and Humor, Sharing a Bed, Dubious Consent, Drunken Confessions, Wet Dreams

Summary: A victorious Quidditch match, a claimed Quidditch Cup, and a wild House party can mean only one thing. Will the aftermath lead to one excruciating hangover in the morning, or will it perhaps lead to something more?

Author’s Note: This was written for the @hd-wireless​ 2020 prompt: Drunken Sailor by The Irish Rovers (#225). @littlebozsheep​, I hope you enjoy it! I had an absolute blast writing this fic.

Thank you to the amazing @hd-wireless​ fest mods! I see all of the work that you put into this fest, and it's very much appreciated. Thank you for all that you do!

I also have to thank @marshmallowmcgonagall​ for all of her unwavering patience listening to me ramble and throw plot ideas at her, as well as her endless Britpicking help. Many thanks to @candybarrnerd​ as well for all of their wonderful betaing help. I appreciate both of you more than you could ever know!

Any remaining mistakes or Americanisms are my own.

Excerpt:

“‘Mione, what should we do with him?” Ron asked as he stumbled into the Eighth Year Common Room, shouldering his longtime best friend and shooting a sideways glance at his former girlfriend. “We can’t leave him alone like this.”

Harry’s head was leaning over Ron’s forearm, his glasses missing somewhere between here and the Gryffindor Common Room. His blue- and silver-checked flannel had fallen off of him, save for one sleeve hanging feebly from his left wrist and trailing on the ground.

“Erm fine, Ron,” Harry mumbled. “Jus’ need ta get ta bed. Take a long nap. Tha’s all.”

He stood up straight, lifted one foot high, and then took a short, determined step forward.

And fell on his face.

“Here’s good,” Harry whispered as he stretched out his arms and legs, rubbing one foot back and forth along the castle stones. “Nice floor. Grab me a blankeh, would ya?” he asked, patting Hermione’s foot. “Here’s good.”

Read it now on AO3

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A Duel (an H/D microfic)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: no warnings, duelling

Length: 50 words

Author’s Notes: For the November 6, 2020, @drarrymicrofic prompt “Begin”

“Face each other.”

A pale hand grasped a reasonably springy hawthorn wand. A russet brown hand caressed a newly repaired holly wand.

“Bow.”

Heads of white blond and messy black inclined.

“Begin.”

Wands were raised but lowered just as quickly. Three large strides towards one another and lips met instead.

One of my fandom wishes for 2022 was to write microfics this year, so I’m going through the backlog of @drarrymicrofic prompts day by day. You can find my microfics with the tag #thunderdoesmicrofics.

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A Single Spotlight

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: no warnings, established relationship, strip tease

Length: 310 words

Summary: Harry leaned back in his seat and spread his legs as the lights went out

Read HERE on AO3 or read below the cut!

Author’s Notes:

This was written for @gameofdrarry​‘s Drarropoly '21: International Edition prompt of “Write a fic using this image (above) as inspiration.”

Huge thanks to @andithiel​ for her cheerleading and alpha and beta support! Who knew writing a strip tease was so hard?

This was gifted to @fantom-ftnoise​ because they deserve all of the fluff!

A Single Spotlight

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Harry leaned back in his seat and spread his legs as the lights went out.

Of course, he could take up as much space as he wanted. This was a private show for him and him alone. The sole dancer upon the stage was his.

A single spotlight reflected off of silver blond hair and illuminated the dancer’s all-black suit and navy blue jacket. A melody reminiscent of fairies dancing along frozen lakes in winter floated out from the orchestra pit, filling the theatre with its mystical tones.

Slender hips swayed back and forth as long, elegant fingers caressed a black button beneath the dancer’s midnight silk tie. A creamy white chest was slowly revealed, the dangling tie obscuring a series of scars that Harry knew were pink and smooth as the spring cherry blossoms in Greenwich Park. Though he regretted causing their creation, Harry couldn’t deny that their polished contrast with the hard, lean muscle underneath was appealing, especially so when the stage was a soft king-sized mattress covered by silk bed sheets rather than the raised platform of an auditorium.

Darting his tongue out to wet his lips, Harry watched as the dancer slowly pulled the now unbuttoned shirt from his waistband. Delicate, sophisticated hands slowly slid up well-toned muscular abs to caress a thin but confident chest, and one forefinger and thumb deviated to slightly twist a nipple. His head fell back as a loud, guttural moan escaped his throat, and his chest thrust forward as his spine arched in ecstasy.

Harry wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay in his seat as he resisted the urge to touch, to hold, to lick, to taste, to feel endless friction until the universe exploded in fireworks of hot white.

No, he was stopping this right now.

In two flashes of light, he Apparated himself and Draco home.

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I love your Pansy. I need more of that in my life okay? Cool. ❤️❤️❤️😁

I’m so glad you like my Pansy! 💞

You’ve done a terrible, terrible thing by encouraging me to write Pansy in the first place.

Believe me, more Pansy will be coming into your life. She’s started taking over my WIPs as only Pansy can.

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✨Shooting Sparks ✨

Triad: Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings/Tags: no warnings, getting together fic

Length: 597 words

Summary:  Free of familial expectations at long last, Draco Malfoy can finally make the proposition he's spent years dreaming about.

Read HERE on AO3 or read below the cut!

Author’s Note: This is a gift for @cheekytorah​, though it’s been sitting in my google docs for so bloody long that I can’t remember why it was a gift for them. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I’d also like to give my sincerest thanks to @opaleyedragon​ for their quick and thorough beta job!

Draco stepped off the pavement on Diagon Alley, taking a deep breath of the cool London summer air and readjusting the cerulean waistcoat under his coal grey robe. Glancing at the shop window, Draco ignored the colourful products on display inside and adjusted a lock of his hair in the reflection of the glass.

Well, this was it. His father had died in Azkaban last month, he’d waited the appropriate mourning period, and now, there was nothing holding him back. There were no familial obligations or expectations keeping Draco from moving towards his goal, though he knew Wizarding society would likely react unfavourably to his pursuits should anyone find out about them.

Draco pulled out his wand, pointed it above the large top hat adorning the shop, and cast the Verdimillious Charm.

Twin heads sporting flowing ginger hair poked out of an upstairs window, eyes wide as their owners’ wands poked over the sill. “Oi, mate! What in the name of Merlin’s bloody balls are you—“

“Doing sending sparks at the windows of unsuspecting shopowners? You’re—“

“Bound to catch somebody’s eyeballs on fire!”

“I’m already missing an ear! You can’t make me lose an eye, too!”

Draco cancelled the spell and cast the twins an apologetic look. “Sorry about that! Really, I meant no offense. Do you mind if I come up? I have a proposition for you.”

Draco saw the twins turn towards each other, high above him, their faces so close he could see nothing but their hair as it blended together into one solid wave.

After a few moments, they shouted, “Aye! It’s unlocked, ya skinny git. Let yourself in!”

Draco grinned to himself and entered the dark, quiet storefront of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, carefully navigating the overflowing bins in the faint moonlight peeking in the windows. At the back of the store, a deep mauve curtain hid an archway. Draco slipped past it, smirking when he saw candlelight illuminating the winding staircase in the Rear corner of the Weasleys’ stockroom.

Two stern faces met Draco at the top of the staircase. “So, Draco Malfoy—“

“The Draco Malfoy—“

“You have a proposition—“

“For us? The two most successful shopowners—“

“On this side of Diagon Alley?”

Draco nodded and clasped his hands together behind his back, idly fingering his Malfoy family ring. “Yes, I do, though it isn’t a business proposition exactly.”

The twins raised their eyebrows in identical expressions of shock, their eyes widening as they glanced at one another.

“Would you consider going out for dinner? With me, that is?”

“Both of us?”

“Is this a date?”

Draco nodded sharply. “Yes, it would be a date, and yes, it would be with the both of you.” Deeply inhaling the scents of murtlap and wormwood, Draco let out in one breath, “I’ve fancied you ever since I was a first-year. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you during Quidditch matches; you beat those Bludgers with such force it made my head spin. You’re always laughing, and making others laugh, and that’s something I never did enough as a child. I know our histories have been strained, but, please, give me a chance. I guarantee I’m not the person you think I am.”

The twins looked at one another again, their facial expressions adjusting only slightly and causing flutters in Draco’s stomach as they communicated silently above him.

Though, the flutters were nothing compared to the stirrings in his groin when both Fred and George leaned in and kissed his cheeks on their front doorstep.

Once again, they spoke in unison.

"It's a date."