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Drarry Deathly Hallows AU and postwar fic recs

If you ship Drarry, then you are required to read all of these.

DEATHLY HALLOWS AUs

“9 1/2 Days” by magpie_fngirl (E). Draco accidentally disapparates out of the manor with Harry during the escape and the two end up stranded in the Muggle world with a broken wand and Death Eaters on their tail. (Dobby lives.)

“Alucinatio” by alexmeg (M). Draco is punished and imprisoned by the Death Eaters for failing to kill Dumbledore, and to free him from the pain, Snape gives him a potion that sends him into a dream world where he has everything he has ever wanted - particularly Harry - and from which he can only be awakened by the tears of someone whose affection he desires.

DEATHLY HALLOWS “DRACO JOINS THE HORCRUX HUNT” AUs

“Brave Though The Stars They Make Me” by @dwell-the-brave with art by @puncertainty (M). Draco is mysteriously able to communicate with Harry through dreams as his 7th year at Hogwarts begins, leading him onto a path where he can finally choose his destiny.

“Temptation on the Warfront” by alizarincrims0n (E). Draco defects to the Order of the Phoenix to ensure his mother’s protection and is sent to the Golden Trio at Grimmauld Place. (Dobby and Fred live.)

“Vulnera Sanentur” by @big-draco-energy (E). (Also a Half-Blood Prince AU.) After Sectumsempra, Harry convinces Draco to seek help from Dumbledore; thus, Draco’s death is faked and he goes into hiding with the Golden Trio.

“Where the Shadow Ends” by @thewitchwholivedao3 (M). The Golden Trio learn that Mundungus has given Slytherin’s locket not to Umbridge, but to Draco, which changes everything. (Dobby, Fred, and Remus live.) (Locked on AO3.)

“Taking A Risk” by @thewitchwholivedao3 (M). Chapter 44 of “Where the Shadow Ends” from Draco’s POV. (One-shot.) (Locked on AO3.)

“Gone” by @thewitchwholivedao3 (M.) Chapter 63 of “Where the Shadow Ends” from Draco’s POV. (One-shot.) (Locked on AO3.)

8TH YEAR

“Let Them Hear” by alizarincrims0n (E). Direct sequel to “Temptation on the Warfront”. (One-shot.)

“My Beautiful Boy” by alexmeg (NR). Direct sequel to “Alucinatio”.

“red and green are complimentary colours” by @scarlet-m00ns (T). After the war, Harry and Draco are roommates in their final school year.

“Where The Light Begins” by @thewitchwholivedao3 (M). Direct sequel to “Where The Shadow Ends.” (Locked on AO3.)

POST-WAR

“The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls” by @thecouchsofa (E). Harry and Draco embark on a postwar road trip of healing, self-discovery, and romance through the Muggle world of the British Isles.

“Running on Air” by eleventy7 (T). After Draco has been missing for three years, Auror Harry is assigned to the cold case and falls in love with the memories he collects.

“The Mountains Eat the Stars” by eleventy7 (G). Direct sequel to “Running on Air”. (One-shot.)

“Unknown / Nth” by @heyjude19-writing (E). Harry, struck with amnesia suppressing his memory of the last 7 years, is shocked to discover he is married to Draco, but soon falls in love with his husband all over again.

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in fair hogwarts, where we lay our scene

from ancient grudge break to new mutiny

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

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When faced with the choice of which of his platonic roommates to marry, Paul Baker comes to a realisation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66300493/chapters/170937097

or read here:

Paul Baker is standing at the altar, he is standing at the altar with a choice to make. He was left at the altar, technically, he supposes, and the last five minutes have been a complete mindfuck.

Issa, his chaotically creative girlfriend, his girlfriend who immediately proposed when faced with the possibility of him being deported. Issa has been married for the entirety of their relationship, she has been lying to him for their entire relationship and even without this alarming information she didn’t want to marry him in the end, when the moment came she backed out.

So Paul Baker is standing at the altar with a choice to make, which of his incredibly platonic roommates will he marry.

Billie was the first to volunteer, volunteer god what is this the hunger games. Billie is great, so great, determined and kind but Paul Baker despite their friendship, doesn’t feel close enough with her to put her through a fake marriage. As idiotic as that may sound.

Samir was next and although Paul Baker is standing there contemplating which of his friends to marry under false pretense he still believes that marriage really means something. Samir is such a great friend, ride or die truly but he is so, so devastatingly straight. Paul Baker laughs to himself picturing him and Samir sitting in the Immigration Office trying to play convincingly in love, no it wouldn’t work.

Billie and Samir stand in front of him waiting for him to make a decision and Zack-Carlos is standing to his left. His best man is speaking, probably something about his recent divorce but Paul Baker isn’t listening.

Paul Baker feels as though he is underwater his whole world has shifted, he has started to plan his move back to Canada and his inevitable breakup with Issa as he hears a soft snort to his right.

Paul Baker turns and catches the eye of Anton.

Anton smirks at him, the way he always does, as if they are the only people in on the joke and everyone else is missing out. Paul Baker grins in response and catches himself once again staring at Anton's lips, he can’t help himself, they're such lovely lips. Paul Baker leisurely raises his eyes and Anton has one eyebrow raised shit he’s been caught.

Paul Baker raises two eyebrows defiantly in response and Anton rolls his eyes admitting defeat in their worldless conversation.

The clearing of a throat brings Paul Baker's attention back to his current predicament and as he turns back to face his current marriage prospects he is met with confusion rather than the anticipation he expected.

“What?” he asks becoming exasperated with today's antics

Issa speaks up from her spot in the pews, 

“Paul Baker! You and Anton just had a psychic conversation, that’s so cute! You’re such close friends, what were you saying to each other? Tell me, tell me please!!” 

huh

They did just communicate by eye contact alone, but him and Anton did that all the time, they had grown close over the last few months and Paul Baker had never felt more seen than when he was under the sharp eye of Anton. 

“Oh My God…” he mumbles and turns back to face Anton, “Anton, Oh My God!”

“Paul Baker, oh my god what?” Anton huffs out still wearing his signature smirk.

“Oh uh, I've had marriage proposals from Billie and Samir over here.” he gestures widely to his friends,”Were you gonna throw your hat in the ring?”

Anton seems to reboot momentarily blinking slowly with a gaping mouth before pulling himself together. A dazzling smile stretches across his face as he drops down onto one knee and gently takes Paul Baker's hand.

“Paul Baker will you do me the honour of becoming my fake husband so you can continue being my roommate” and while it's said with sarcasm Paul Baker can see the genuine emotion in Anton's eyes.

“Yes! Anton, I will marry you!” Paul Baker pulls Anton up and into a crushing hug, maybe lingering too long. Turning to see Billie and Samir's amused relief is one thing but catching the eye of Issa in the crowd is another. She looks elated, she blows him a kiss and Paul Baker can’t help but feel conflicted.

The officiant claps his hand together and the chaos of the room is banished.

“Alright, are we doing this wedding or what?”

Paul Baker beams as he leads Anton to the altar and the ceremony begins. 

Paul Baker is standing at the altar and his whole life is about to change

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pretty accurate tbh

if you're seeing this, make yourself in this picrew it's fun

(it makes me and my new haircut look much cooler than I am irl, but it's the closest I could make it. my hair is the straightest thing about me. 😂)

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why don't you tell your dreams to me (fantasy will set you free)

hey cuties, I hope May is treating you kind, I know I've been fairly inactive lately but here's a smutty sapphic steddie morsel for your friday:

1.7k | E | sapphic steddie meetcute (older!eddie, thirsty!stevie) this is basically pwp.

title from: steppenwolf, magic carpet ride

Stevie opened the app to order herself a Lyft. The guy from the bar had been sort of fun, fun enough to convince her to go home with him. She'd played dumb as he explained the basic rules of pool to her, even let him position the stick in her hands correctly, Robin and Chrissy had kept a watchful eye from a nearby booth.

It's just she had been in a dry spell, not feeling desirable, she had recently come out to her friends as bi, the gnawing attraction and curiosity helping her come to her own realization—and had even kissed a few women over the past couple of weekends.

Men were kind of easier to her still, or maybe just an autopilot response of years of flirting and the usual games that had worked for her, a default setting for instant validation (sure she was embarrassed to admit that but it didn’t make it not true).

Now here she was standing outside Greg, Jeremy…Josh’s, (what the fuck was his name again?) apartment. Waiting for a ride she had to order herself after he drunkenly came quickly without extending the courtesy to her.

She was tired, annoyed, still feeling undesirable, and wanting to get herself off at home.

He hadn’t even gotten inside her. She had stroked him lazily a few times as they kissed on his couch, and he’d shot off on her black miniskirt. She was a little pissed about the dried semen she had diligently tried to wash off in the bathroom sink but feared it would leave a stain.

The sleek black car pulled up to the curb as Stevie rechecked her app for the driver's information. She’d sent a defeated text to Robin giving her the heads up that she was taking a rideshare home and would let her know when she was safely at her adorable blonde brick building on the Northside.

The driver side window rolled down and Stevie walked forward.

“Eddie?” she double checked.

The woman at the wheel was unconventionally gorgeous. Kohl rimmed large brown eyes, dark waves looking artfully untamed, fingers stacked and lined with silver rings.

“Yup, that’s me, think I’m your ride Stephanie.”

Stevie blushed, she was always called her full name since it’s what appeared on her credit card linked to the app,

“My hero, you can call me Stevie.” She said as she slid into the passenger side.

The woman smirked at her revealing actual dimples that made Stevie squirm in her seat. She had gone above and beyond tonight with a black mesh set of sexy panties that matched her bra…just so James, Jerry…Jordan? Could pull the ‘too tired’ card before even admiring them on her.

“Glad to be of service, Stevie. Late night?” She inquired lightly.

“More like lame night, a total bust.” She shared softly as she gazed out the window and fluffed her long honey toned hair over her shoulders.

The driver chuckled in a raspy tone, “Wanna talk about it?”

Stevie let out a sharp laugh, “Not much to say, really, he was done before I was even out of my clothes…fucking ruined my skirt, and basically fell asleep on me. Waste of time, waste of a cute set of underwear.”

They stopped at a red light as the woman glanced at her mini skirt, riding high on her toned thighs in her current seated position. Stevie looked over to the slightly older woman she tried to place her age,

“I’m in a slump.”

The woman made a surprised noise, “Pretty girl like you? Impossible, sounds like the guy was a dud. I’d never let my partners leave without a few orgasms, but hey—I don’t know shit about hetero couples.”

She accelerated slowly as they made their way in the direction of Stevie’s place. Stevie squeezed her thighs together, the woman’s voice was a little sleep rough, she was leaner than Stevie, slighter. Her forearms were sinewy and tattooed and her plush lips played at a smirk. She was enticing.

“Well we definitely aren’t a couple and uh, I’m not completely hetero,” she tapped to a pin on her cropped jean jacket the one Robin had bought for her last month, kiss me I’m bi, over the colors of the bi flag, “Just sort of new to it all, and he seemed like an easy bet. Was hoping for some fun.” She shrugged.

Eddie reached out and touched her pin, “A baby bi, let loose on the world, a lot of women would wanna treat you right, princess.”

Stevie giggled, “I hope so, I just haven’t gotten the courage to get past making out. I don’t know what my problem is.”

Eddie kept driving. Her mind raced, she’s never been really touched by another woman? She kept her eyes ahead and let her hand drop from the pin and rest on Stevie’s bare thigh,

“Bet I could do better while I drive, you said you wasted a pair of cute panties, wanna show someone who would appreciate the gesture?” She cocked an eyebrow at Stevie as she pulled up to another red light.

Stevie squirmed under her touch, the heat of her palm like a brand on her smooth skin. She bit her lip before smiling at the other woman, “You really wanna see ‘em?”

The thick swallow Eddie did before answering was the only tell of how affected she was, “Yeah, sweet thing, if you feel like showin’.”

Stevie wiggled her mini skirt up around her waist to show off the black mesh and lace design of her panties. Eddie turned down a side street as she glanced down at Stevie’s lap. She let her fingers skim over the flimsy material, causing Stevie to clench at her core and heat to pool low in her gut.

“This okay?” The driver whispered between them as she turned the volume down on the radio.

“Please, please, I want you to look, and touch.” Stevie breathed out.

The women huffed out a laugh at her eagerness. A rich sound as she let her fingers wander over Stevie’s panties, dipping in over the waist band, “Oh, what do we have, here.” She let her fingers dance over Stevie’s groomed pubic hair.

“Wanted a little appreciation tonight,” Stevie replied as they paused at a stop sign and pushed her panties a little lower to show off the heart she’d freshly shaved earlier that evening, “Just wanna feel sexy.”

“Baby, you are oozing sex, when you walked up to my car tonight I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Eddie practically purred as she stroked over Stevie’s trimmed heart and let her fingers trailed lower to tease. Stevie moaned lightly and opened her legs giving Eddie a clear signal to slip her fingers inside.

“So wet for me, princess, what a fucking treat.” She said as she expertly stroked and played with Stevie’s clit.

Another wave of pleasure pooling between her thighs as they turned back on a main road with Eddie expertly dipping her middle and pointer fingers inside as she let her palm massage over Stevie’s clit. The rhythm was a dizzying combined with the firm pressure. She thrusted her fingers and spread the slick of Stevie’s drooling cunt up over her velveteen folds focusing more pressure on her clit. It was obscene in the quiet car Stevie could hear the wet noises her pussy made as Eddie riled her up.

She gripped Eddie’s wrist hard as Eddie’s fingers entered her again with more force the movement making her walls quiver around the other woman’s fingers as she whimpered praises through an intense orgasm.

“Ho-oly shit, Eddie, yes.” Her thighs were still shaking as they pulled up to her building.

Eddie started to pulled her hand away, Stevie grabbed hold of her wrist once more with the purpose to guide her fingers up to Stevie’s mouth, she sucked them in and moaned around them, tasting herself on Eddie’s skin and rings. Eddie traced her lips with her fingertips covered in saliva as Stevie came back to herself.

"You said you gave your partners multiple orgasms. Wanna come up?” Stevie pushed.

Eddie had the same warm and rough laughter, “You’re greedy princess. How old are you sweetie?”

She asked as she helped tug Stevie’s underwear back up into place.

“Twenty-six, a little late to the whole sexuality realization.” Stevie replied only a little self-deprecatingly.

Eddie tsked at her, “Some people take a lot longer, you’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of you. As much as I’d enjoy taking my time with you, I’m roughly ten years older. I’m woefully into beautiful women but I’m trying to break the habit of hook-ups. You tested my strength tonight.”

Stevie fixed her mini skirt and glanced at Eddie from under her long lashes, “I won’t force you, but thanks for probably one of the best orgasms from not myself. For the record I’m not all that into casual hook-ups either.”

Stevie opened the car door, not really feeling hurt, just taking the interaction for what it was. She leaned back in and over the center console letting her long hair brush close to Eddie’s face, “I’m gonna think about your fingers when I get myself off again upstairs, and your pretty face, I’m still so wet from you.” She placed a quick, chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek and retreated swiftly.

Eddie sat in her car, a damning damp spot on the passenger seat a glaring beacon of her sins of the night. She immediately felt like she’d fucked up not going upstairs, but it was for the best.

***

The following weekend Stevie had agreed to help Chrissy with her business marketing, she made custom candles and different lip stains and chapstick from local beeswax, she needed a model for the lip stains on her website. Stevie came into the warehouse they were using for the photoshoot fresh faced in light wash frayed jean shorts and a plain white tee shirt.

Chrissy ran over to hug her, “Perfect timing, our photographer just got everything set up.”

Stevie set her bag down and came over to where the backdrop and lighting was. A taller, slender woman with dark hair held together in a messy bun by a pencil turned around to greet her.

Eddie.

Stevie grinned and walked forward she held out her hand to shake, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, darling, the pleasure’s all mine.” Her response predatory in a way that ran a thrill through Stevie.

Eddie didn’t believe in coincidence and she hadn’t stopped thinking about the ride she had given last week.

This must be a sign.    

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