#unpublished wip

[accio-sriracha]

On The Ministry's Galleon

A snippet of a Drarry WIP <3

Content warning: slightly smutty implications

Everyone please feel free to send me any number between 1 and 200 to get a snippet from a fic!!

This is #3 for @garden-of-runar

Description:

Harry has to make a late night call to his Auror partner Malfoy about a case they're working on.

One thing leads to another, and nothing would ever be the same between them again.

(Or: Harry accidentally teaches Malfoy how to have phone sex.)

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Harry gave a frustrated sigh, staring at the paperwork that sprawled the table in front of him.

"Can't anybody get anything done around here? You're honestly telling me that neither of them has turned in their reports? It's been weeks, Malfoy."

Harry's voice was sharp, coming out far harsher than he meant for it to.

Malfoy made a strange sound on the other end. There was a sudden static he couldn't quite place. It sounded almost like the noise a blanket would make being moved too close to the receiver.

Harry paused.

"Are you in bed right now, Malfoy? Merlin, I'm sorry. I should have realised I was going to wake you up calling you at this hour."

He checked the time again. It was much later than he thought. He'd been working for nearly four hours.

"I'll-er, I'll let you get back to sleep, then. I'll finish up what I can from here. Thanks for the help." 

He was just about to hang up when the static suddenly got louder.

"Wait-" Malfoy's voice was far away. There were more shuffling sounds, then his voice was right next to the phone again. "Wait. I'm sorry. You're fine. I wasn't sleeping. It's these... muggle devices. They won't listen from far away." 

Harry frowned. Malfoy's voice was edging back towards that strange pitch from before.

"Right... earlier you said you were... cooking?" 

Malfoy exhaled slowly. The sound crackled in Harry's ear. "I might have lied about that." 

Harry laughed quietly. "Why would you lie about what you're doing?" He asked, a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

His tone was light, but Malfoy's panic only grew in response. 

"No- no, I- I didn't-" He stumbled over his words, something Harry had never heard him do before.

Harry's laugh was louder this time, more genuine.

"Malfoy, it's fine. I'm not judging you or whatever it is you're worried about." 

"Right." Malfoy made another odd, strangled sound. "I have to go-" 

"Wait-" Harry called. "Wait, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pry. It's none of my business what you're doing."

He paused suddenly, remembering the sound of Draco's heavy breathing and edgy voice. That, and the fact that he was definitely lying in bed, caused another thought to pop unprompted into Harry's mind.

"Hang on... are you... are you with someone right now?" He asked.

"With someone?" Malfoy repeated distractedly. There was the sound of a drawer being rummaged through.

It took another moment longer before the question seemed to catch up with him.

"With- Salazar, Potter. I'm not some common whore." 

"I never said you were," Harry shot back, his laugh escaping him again without him meaning to.

He'd never laughed this much during a conversation with Malfoy... ever. 

"I'm just... I'm dealing with something at the moment and it's requiring more of my attention than I would like for it to." He cleared his throat, sounding awkward again.

This was strange for Harry. Never in all the years they'd known each other had Malfoy ever been awkward. 

"Do you need help?" Harry asked, frowning. "You seem... upset. Is there anything I can do?" 

It took a solid six seconds for Malfoy to reply.

"Please don't say that," he whispered. 

"Say what?" Harry asked. "Don't offer you help? I'm your partner, Malfoy. That's sort of what we do." 

Another strangled sound. 

"Potter-" His voice broke off. The phone made everything sound different than in person but Harry could still pick up the trace of panic. 

"Malfoy, tell me what you need." Harry sat up straighter in his chair, the beginnings of worry starting to spread through him. "Are you in trouble? Do you want me to come over?" 

"Oh, Merlin, please do not come over right now-" The words fell from his lips in a breathy sort of way, as if he'd been running a marathon and only just now had the chance to get some air. 

"Malfoy, tell me what's going on."

"I-" Malfoy broke off again. He made a sound in the back of his throat that Harry's couldn't quite make out. "Gods-" 

Harry's eyebrows pinched together. Everything about this was setting off all sorts of alarms in his mind. 

"Are you hurt? You sound hurt." Harry stood, collecting his things. "I'm coming over." 

"Wait-" Malfoy shouted suddenly, so loud Harry had to yank the phone back from his ear. "Wait- please. I-"

Harry could hear him swallow hard.

"I'm not hurt, I'm just... I'm just a little out of sorts at the moment. 

Harry snorted. "Yeah, I kind of gathered that already, Malfoy. If you don't tell me what's going on in the next five seconds, I'm flooing over to check on you." 

There was another sound, something similar to a choked sob.

Harry grabbed his wand, slipping into his boots on the way to the fireplace. 

"I'm-" Malfoy let out a slow breath again. "I'm dealing with an... intimate issue at the moment, Potter." 

His voice was so quiet Harry almost didn't hear him.

Harry kept walking even as he replied, swinging his coat over his shoulders without breaking his stride. 

"What? What does that mean? Like private? Malfoy, I don't care about your privacy if it means you don't get help when you're injured." 

"I'm-" Malfoy groaned in frustration. "I'm in the middle of something I would really prefer you not to walk in on." He amended, sounding strained. "It's difficult enough being on a call with you, I would just very much appreciate if you would give me some privacy while I try to... sort this out." 

Harry shook his head even though he knew Malfoy couldn't see him.

"Not good enough. You're acting weird. I'm not hanging up until I know you're okay." 

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Potter." Malfoy hissed, sounding closer to the phone again. "I'm... I was trying to get off before you called me, alright?" 

Harry froze mid-stride. It was a miracle he didn't drop the phone from his hand. 

He didn't reply, mostly out of shock, but partly because he didn't know what he would say if he could. 

[kasienda]

trick or treat 👻

I had to find something in my wip folder that was suitably angsty for you.

This is a post s5 au where ladybug hit send on her text to Chat. So Chat knows Gabriel was Monarch, but then she lied to Adrien about it, and Chat got upset and convinced her she had to be truthful with Adrien. This is the scene where Ladybug has just told Adrien the truth about his father.

…

“Thanks for telling me. It’s relieving in a way.” And more relieving that she is finally telling him.

“That’s not all.”

“It’s not?” He echoes, his gut clenching. That was all she had told Chat Noir.

Ladybug taps on the rings on his finger. “These aren’t ordinary rings. They’re amoks.”

He glanced down at the rings in confusion.

“Your amoks.”

“My amoks?” He repeats, and then it sinks in. He’s… he’s a—

“You weren’t going to tell me this?! What if I took them off?!”

Then he slams into another mental wall.

“Wait! You weren’t the one to give me these rings. It was… Marientte?” He stares at her unbelieving. She’s Marinette.

“Adrien! Please!” She reaches for him, but he flinches away.

“I don’t understand! Why would you keep this from me?! I thought Ladybug at least had no idea what my father was like. But you? Marinette! You stood against him time and again. And you cave to him now?! After he terrorized the whole city?! After he tried to tear us apart?! To lie to me?!”

“I just wanted you to be happy!”

And he turns away. He can’t even look at her now.

“Adrien.” And he can hear the tears in his voice.

“Please go.”

“Adrien, please!”

He clenches his fist. His rings, his amoks, cut into his fingers.

“I said go!”

[aphroditeinthestars]

"There's a reason it's called a ROUGH draft," I sigh, creating a keysmash with my forehead.

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Bruce: How was your class trip Damian?

Damian: It was quiet and productive Father.

Bruce: I’m glad to hear it. What was your favorite part?

Damian: I learned how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: …

Damian: …

Bruce: Explain please.

Damian: A boy Drake’s age taught me how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: How did he have that knowledge?

Damian: He claims his family has a dungeon full of medieval torture devices. I believe he may require further investigation.

[ethan-elliott]

the urge to not promote my book in any way except to post fanfic of it on ao3

[pluvioloulou]

My girl dads bucktommy fic series is getting promoted to dads bucktommy cause I'm giving them a son!

My fic blog: @pluto-rainstorm

[paranormaltheatrekid]

anyone have any blazing world food headcanons?

[allastoredeer]

Fanfiction? What Fanfiction? I saw the World Building Master Post but assumed it was just general thought on the Hellaverse. Do tell where I can find the fic to that👀😂

I have a few fanfics actually (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Here's my AO3: X_Gon_Give_It

If you don't wanna go looking through all my works, here's what I've got for Hazbin Hotel:

"Just Kiss Already" <- my radioapple series. There are currently four fics in the series. You'll find the first one right here: "De-Lovely"

"To The Pitter Patter of Rain" <- my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, just a lil nugget of the Hazbin crew chilling on a rainy night featuring Alastor and Niffty's adorable relationship <3 (Also featuring some headcanons I have for the weather in the Pride Ring, particularly in regards to acid rain).

"Label Everything in the Refrigerator" <- a budding radioapple one-shot featuring a headcanon I have about the cannibals and how Hell kept over-population in control in the past.

"Terms and Conditions Apply" <- Radiostatic fanfic with the trope of Vox getting his hands on Alastor's soul, but with the added twist that it's all three Vee's that technically own him, not just Vox. There's only two chapters so far, but I have a lot of stuff planned for this one, and a LOT of world-building/headcanons surrounding soul contracts and the rules that go with them. Definitely keep the tags in mind, cuz this is gonna be a dark fic.

"Deepest Desires" <- A angelicradio (Adam/Alastor) fic with omegaverse! If you're looking for world-building, I took many creative liberties with omegaverse and kind of re-wrote it to fit some of the politics and ideas I have surrounding Pentagram City and Hell. Adam/Alastor is my favorite crack-ship :3

Some of these dwell a little into the world-building concepts I have in my master-post, but a few of them (especially my "Just Kiss Already" series) will be going deep into it.

Enjoy!

[accio-sriracha]

How To Prank Sirius Black

A snippet of a Wolfstar WIP <3

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Remus Lupin has finally had enough; he'd been pranked more times than anyone else on campus, being the one to share a room with the idiots. It was about time he gave them a taste of their own medicine.

Teaming up with Lily, Remus devises the ultimate plan, putting every past shenanigan to shame.

Remus decides to prank Sirius Black himself.

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Lily narrowed her eyes at him.

"You've gone soft, haven't you?" She asked.

"What makes you say that?" Remus laughed, helping her up the stands to their favourite spot.

"I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You won't go through with it."

"Of course I'm going through with it! This prank was my plan, remember?"

Lily scoffed. "You can't bear the thought of upsetting him, even for a second!"

"I can upset him, I insult him all the time," Remus countered.

She shook her head. "You never mean it and he knows it."

"What are you trying to say?" Remus' voice came out a bit more affronted than he'd meant for it to.

Before she had the chance to answer, their attention was drawn back to the pitch, where all three boys were watching them in concern.

"Now," Lily whispered. "They don't know what we're arguing about. You have to do it now."

Remus took a deep breath.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Then he kissed her.

He needed to make it last long enough for the others to have time to process what was going on.

He pushed her back against the fence of the bleachers, making a show of tilting his head to the side.

He felt Lily laugh against his cheek as they pulled away.

She cleared her throat and put on an angry face.

"Remus, what the fuck?" She shouted, loud enough for the boys to hear.

She shoved him back and ducked under his arm, taking a few steps away.

"What?" He replied, matching her volume and reaching out for her again. "Don't pretend you didn't like it!"

He had to physically force his features into a scowl to keep from laughing.

Lily seemed to he having just as hard of a time keeping a straight face.

"Like it? You attacked me, you arsehole!"

He rolled his eyes, reaching forward and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "Oh, c'mon, Lily. You can't deny our chemistry."

The others arrived then, James not even bothering to come to a full stop before vaulting off of his broom into the stands.

Peter was just behind him, making a  slightly gentler dismount, his boots still landing on the bleacher seats with a loud thud.

Remus couldn't turn to see Sirius, but he knew he was still in the air somewhere behind them.

"You're acting like a creep, Remus," she spat, turning and throwing her arms dramatically around James.

The way she did it nearly made Remus break character. He closed his eyes for a second to collect himself.

James was still in shock. He stared between them, dropping his broom and wrapping his arms around Lily without seeming to think about it.

"What is happening?" Peter was the first one to speak.

Remus wasn't sure how much he should play into this, if he went too over the top it would be obvious they were only acting.

He shrugged. "Lily's lashing out cause she can't figure out what she wants," he said casually.

James' eyes widened, finally reacting.

"Remus, what the fuck is happening?"

He didn't seem angry yet, just very, very surprised.

Remus also noted that he used his actual name. James only ever called him Moony.

"I already told you." Remus gestured towards Lily as she clung to James. "She's confused."

He didn't want to insult James. Kissing his crush was bad enough.

If they wanted this prank to work, they'd have to make sure the others would still want to make Lily and Remus become friends again.

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I want to fuck you, Remus," Lily scowled. "You're obviously just jealous of Black's conquests. But I already told you the answer is no."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Don't make such a big deal out of it, Lils." He laughed, setting her up for her next line. "C'mon, you can't be that mad."

She pulled away from James, shoving a finger into Remus' chest.

"I'm never speaking to you again. You got that, Lupin?" She huffed and turned away, storming down the stands.

James ran off after her, leaving his broom where it fell.

Peter put a hand on Remus' arm.

"Remus, seriously, what's going on?" He asked. It was the third time they'd asked that question. "Do you even like her?"

"Not like that." He shrugged. "It really wasn't that big of a deal."

"You kissed her," Peter pointed out. "A lot."

Remus lifted a shoulder, not wanting to incriminate himself too much.

"How could you do that to Prongs? You know how much he loves her."

Remus rolled his eyes. "As if you didn't kiss the girl Sirius liked in third year."

Peter shook his head. "Not the same. Padfoot told me her makeup was pretty. James told you he wants to marry her. There's a lot of difference there."

"Alright! Alright, I screwed up okay? Can you just shut up about it now?" He snapped. His irritation had come without him meaning for it to.

Remus glared up at the sky. He was always extra irritable right before the full moon.

Peter's eyes went wide with anger for a second, then suddenly filled with understanding.

"Shit. The moon." He slapped his forehead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I know you're probably just fucked up right now. You still really shouldn't have done that. You owe them both a huge apology, mate."

Remus silently thanked the gods for this new excuse. It was his only means of redemption. Remus closed his eyes.

"Look. I-" His voice broke off and he cleared his throat. It was a lot harder to talk about the transformations than he liked. "I'm just going through a lot right now. I really didn't mean to treat Lily like that. You guys know how much I love her."

"Do you?" Sirius' quiet voice came from behind him.

He froze, he'd nearly forgotten about Sirius.

Remus turned slowly, watching Sirius dismount gracefully from his broom, his expression anything but forgiving.

"Do you love her?" He asked. There was something in his eyes Remus had never seen before.

"She's family to all of us," Remus replied. He could hear the nerves in his tone clear as day.

"Do you love her?" Sirius asked again. Everything about him was intense.

Remus shook his head. "She's just a friend, Pads," he whispered, stunned by the hurt in Sirius' voice.

"Then, why?" He asked.

Remus narrowed his eyes. "Why does it matter?"

"Because I just watched you kiss her, Remus, and I'd bloody well like to know if you have feelings for her as well!" Sirius shouted.

It was the loudest Sirius had ever raised his voice at him.

Remus gave a harsh laugh, frustrations returning despite his better judgment.

He wanted to blame the moon for what he said next, but he knew it ran deeper than that.

"What, because everyone needs to love someone in order to snog them? Is that what you do? Do you love all of those girls? The ones you can't even remember the names of?"

He had no idea where all of this fury towards Sirius had come from, but it was far too late to put a lid on it now.

Sirius matched his anger, the tension rising between them immediately.

"Don't turn this on me, Remus. I do what I want. You don't get a say in who I sleep with."

"Then you don't get a say in who I'm with either! Who says this isn't all about you? You and your need to make yourself available to everybody. What if for once I wished you just wouldn't."

"Why do you care?" Sirius shouted, getting in his face. "You've never once cared before!"

"Of course I care, you arsehole. I've always cared! You think I want to see you with them? All of those beatiful girls you get chasing after you just because you exist. You think I don't know how any one of them could easily replace me? How much more popular and cool you would be if you were seen with them instead of me? The half-blood werewolf freak."

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

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Fic #118 for @ephemeralstarss

Feel free to send me a number between 1 and 200 for a snippet of a wip!

[fugitivehues]

year of art - 2024

DN IN 2024??? Sorry, I had to~

I think I actually met my goal of more complex compositions this year? At least during whumptober! I had a lot of fun with the perspectives and muted colors. I also worked through a chunk of my collection of… decent papers. I can finally admit to myself that the nice paper is never going to happen until I have no other choices. xD

I've gained some decent gouache EXP on the side too! I hope I can show that off soon! 💪

art goals for 2025:

use up my non-cotton paper fr fr this time!!

more medium variety with markers, pencils, ink, and stuff

more plein air. I did a few irl pieces this year so I'm sloooowly getting the hang of it

but mostly i just hope to make more art and have fun! 🎉

Happy New Year!!

bonus

I saw this meme format and had to see how many spaces I could fill!! My Kei collection actually goes over the limit by quite a bit xD (Meanwhile Satoshi could fill these 100 spaces TWICE, Daisuke 1.5x, Kosuke once, and poor Fukami only half~) That's a lot of blorbos over the years. @@

[aphroditeinthestars]

"What? No- of course, I'm going to edit this summer!" I assure you, leaning back on a closet that looks like it's about to burst. It creaks, eventually bursting open, projecting me forward, covering me in an ocean of my WIPs.

[jamiesfootball]

2 and 5 for any of your gift fics and 9 in general?

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

Loosely Tangled and Something Borrowed were both direct requests.

Loosely Tangled, the request was for people to play with / touch / wash Jamie's hair.

Something Borrowed, the request was for my take on Jamie and Dani's relationship

Meanwhile, for Jamie Murders Zava, that was not a request. Some unlucky, talented individual had a very neat idea for a fic where Jamie snaps and murdered Zava (serious), to which I swam into their notes like Hey. What if I wrote this for you. But Silly.

And Kvetch has been tragically nice in indulging me

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

Loosely Tangled - I already wrote a Jan scene that I love to pieces, but the scene I haven't finished that I'm excited about is the one where Colin has to help Jamie wash beer out of his hair in a sink after someone throws a bottle at him

Something Borrowed - circa S2, Dani shares his pajamas with Jamie at a sleepover because Jamie didn't understand he was being invited to a sleepover

Jamie Murders Zava - I've already written most of it, but definitely the scene where Jamie confesses what he did to Roy

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

The only time I'm not excited is when I'm struggling to find words. If a scene itself doesn't excite me, it gets cut. By which I mean, my brain refuses to write it at all, so it never exists

From this ask game

[playtwewy]

so my reward for hopefully finishing this semester with the best grades ever is not taking a summer course so I can have fun and hopefully get some art and writing done!!

[clavasbalas]

Tell me about Chatbot Diary ;)

I've posted a snippet (April had the very same doubt). I'll delve more into the plot!

Chatbot Diary features a law clerk Hermione as she works on the case of Ginny Weasley's disappearance. The main suspect, the boyfriend, is super collaborative and worried for her overall well-being. But then, Digital Forensics find a weird site on Ginny's computer. A site that no one can access.

At night, Hermione tries to open the site in her home.

"...The computer sat before her, the black screen like an open mouth screaming.

She opened the browser and typed once more http://7drlvd3.com/r0lm0.

The spinning circle appeared, and as she rolled her eyes and moved her hand to the back of the computer, ready to close it, the page changed colour.

The background turned black, and the golden title announced that she was facing The Diary of T.M.R.

'Hello, visitor. How did you come across my site?'"

[charmac]

trans mac anon here. i have read all of sewerkingcharlie’s trans mac posts before i feel like a man in a desert who hasn’t had water in days. tmasc4tfem macdennis where are you [silent hill gif]. you better wipe the dust off that wip. or ill GET you

Lmao I am sorry...there should be more out there, fr.. be the change you want to see!

[direwombat]

15 lines of dialogue

tagged by @corvosattano, @voidika, and @aceghosts to do this fun little character study!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“Shit,” she hisses [sighs/groans/growls/breathes/etc.]

 “I’m gonna need a gun.”

“I’ll do what needs to be done,” she says. “Just tell me where to start.”

“Just doin’ my job,” Sybille shrugs. “Protect ‘n serve ‘n shit.”

“I’d say I ain’t an optimist.”

 “I always look pale,” she grits. Then she shoves away from the bar. “I need to take a piss.”

“Yeah, you know what’s gonna be painful?” she asks. “My boot up your ass.”

“An animal?” Her brows shoot up in surprise. “You tellin’ me an animal burst through a barricaded door, mauled and beheaded Mr. Wolanski and — what? — decided to do some redecoratin’?” 

“Savin’ my — savin’ my life? Sir, I nearly shot you! ” She scoffs and shakes her head. “Comin’ at an officer of the law with your gun raised like that, the hell were you thinkin’?”

“Your generosity would make Jesus weep,” she hums mockingly. 

And then, as if she reads his mind, she looks up at him and rasps, “I ain’t licking that clean.”

“What I — What I want?” she stammers. “You know damn well this ain’t about what I want.” 

“Take care of your woman,” she drawls, allowing the thick, honey-sweet tone of her southern accent drip off her words, just how he likes. 

 “I ain’t poisonin’ you, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about. You know I’d stab you in your front.”

 “Morality ain’t a luxury a soldier can afford, Pastor,” … “It’s just…,” she continues after a moment, “When you start thinkin’ ‘bout what’s right and wrong,  y’start askin’ questions. For most people, that ain’t a bad thing.  But for a soldier? It’s a distraction. We ain’t meant to think. Other people do that for us. Our job is to fall in line and follow orders. You question your CO, you get written up for insubordination. The military ain’t a place for free thinkers. Cuz once a soldier starts thinkin’ ‘bout morality, then they ain’t a soldier, no more.”

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