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content: dangerous magic, Unspeakables shenanigans, death mention, open ending
for @sweet-s0rr0w, who prompted this ages ago when i was still hibernating and waiting for the muse the come back. for my Tarot Card Drabbles series
[for easier reading:
The magic pulses, hot and bright on Malfoy’s open palm. In all of Harry’s years down at Mysteries, he’d never seen anything like this.
The Department Head’s voice echoes in Harry’s head:
No one is compatible with him. He’s too powerful, Potter.
Harry knows it’s not quite true. They’ve always been a match. Malfoy may have a devastatingly long list of dead partners, of people who couldn’t handle the sheer force of his magic. Harry won’t be one of them.
Harry’s magic rushes out of his chest, reaching out for Draco’s, and the world around them bursts into pure brightness.]
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Adventures in the kitchen
800 words, rated M for nudity
“Harry! You’re home!”
The absolute chaos was first to grab his attention. Dishes piled frighteningly high in the sink, vegetable peels littered the floor, and the splashback looked like a warzone. “What… what have you been, erm? Doing?”
“It was going to be a surprise,” Draco murmured. “You weren’t meant to come back so early. I was going to have everything tidied up by six.”
“Baby, it’s half six.”
“What?” he sounded on the verge of panic, now. “Oh, no, wait—shit, could you grab the—no, move out of the way! The chickpeas!”
It took this long to notice his actual boyfriend, running frantically everywhere in the tiny kitchen. He was wearing Ron’s gag-gift apron, the one with the very buff, naked torso drawing. And beneath the apron he wore…
Nothing. Harry forgot how to breathe for two whole minutes.
“I don’t get it, it was meant to be ready hours ago! Why doesn’t… Harry? Are you all right?”
“Hmm?” it took so much effort to pay attention. “Sorry, you were—chickpeas? What are you making?”
Draco’s pout made his heart beat even faster. “I had a whole plan. But the vegetable Pakoras took about forever, and I have serious doubts about the Dal, although the biryani should be nice, and the naan, and—no, actually, that’s it, since the stupid chickpeas won’t cook. I wanted to try that Chana Masala recipe you like. The other day, you said you missed your family’s… But I’m obviously a disaster, and—half six! I was going to take a shower. Get dressed. I’m sorry, Harry, I just… I wanted to surprise you.”
“You sure have,” Harry said truthfully, still far from what he wanted to convey. The words he was looking for were buried under too much affection, flooding his veins hot and fizzy, and delight, writhing in his belly, and this weird, close-to-tears feeling, some sort of excitement he couldn’t name. Draco was so good at making him absolutely speechless. The way he wanted to take care of him, that he put so much effort into the things Harry liked and that might make him happy. And how he was so entirely, enchantingly messy about it; not to mention how he always, always succeeded, even if Harry couldn’t really explain why. It just worked.
“I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled, defeated in front of the cooker, and when he turned to stir the pot Harry was awarded full view of his rear end. He thought he might actually die. Instead he took three steps forward, until he could wrap his arms around Draco.
“You have nothing to apologise for, silly,” he whispered in his ear, laying gentle kisses on his neck. “This is… god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe you went through all this trouble just on an offhand remark I—it smells bloody terrific. God, I’m so hungry.”
He wasn’t when he walked through the door, but now—in the kitchen holding the man he loved, Harry was practically salivating. He kept kissing Draco’s back, his shoulders, until he was a squirming jumble in his arms, giggly and impossibly sweet.
“Knock it off! I still have to watch the bloody chick—”
“Oh, who cares about that. You’ve made enough food.” And Harry was far more interested in this, anyway. He turned Draco to face him with a small kiss for each cheek, then for the edge of his nose. “You’re incredible.”
“I’m very naked,” was Draco’s response, and, yeah. Harry’s definitely noticed.
“Dangerous in the kitchen,” he said, stupidly. His brain was melting with the combination of love and desire and this endless, bottomless pit of Draco in his chest.
“The apron’s charmed to—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Harry asked, although he knew. Draco’s cheeks went even redder, and Harry was ready to combust into flames right here and now.
“Like that,” Draco grumbled. “Do I have something on my face?”
Well. Yes, there was a little smudge of—maybe turmeric on Draco’s left eyebrow, and that damned blush, and the prettiest, loveliest pair of eyes, and the tiniest barest hint of a smile—
“I’m just. Surprised. You did very well to surprise me.”
The hint became a full grin, rendering Harry far beyond helpless. “Wait till you taste it.”
“I fully plan to,” Harry nodded, and without further ado picked Draco up in his arms. He squealed in protest, but his legs wrapped around Harry anyway, laughing and squirming and loud. He was such a mess—literally, technically, in every way that counted. But he was everything Harry wanted, most of what he needed, and somehow he always succeeded in making Harry feel so… fuck, so loved. It just always worked. Looking into his eyes now, Harry thought he might know why.
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This year, we’ll be hosting the H/D Food Fair 2022!
We’d love for you to come up with prompts, write stories, create artworks and read podfics that feature:
• any food of any kind – muggle or wizarding e.g. spotted dick, bouillabaisse, chocolate frogs, or
• any food-related occupation - e.g. baker, food taster, professional food forager, or
* any food-related tropes - e.g. coffee shop AU, restaurant rivals, celebrity chef/competition
But with an added twist! You must also include a travel element!
• any food that originated outside of Britain (e.g. Jamaican, Thai or Mexican cuisine) or
• any setting outside of Britain (Food Travel Host!Harry, Draco owns a restaurant in Italy)
All entries will be posted anonymously and the names of participants will be revealed in the Big Reveal at the end of the Fair.
Fest Timeline
Prompting: June 5 (Draco’s birthday) – June 20
Claiming: June 23
Submissions due: September 18
Posting starts: October 1
Big Reveal: November
We will be mirroring our fest announcements at our LJ, DW and Discord channels (do introduce yourself to be a member!)
We hope you’ll have a lot of fun cooking up unusual foods for Harry and Draco this year! We can’t wait to see all your ideas come to life!
Your mods,
phoenixacid and sassy_cissa :)
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Somehow, in 2022, Tumblr University finally exists, but the only offering is a semester long English course about Dracula and everyone is enrolled
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On Your Shore by @xanthippe74
Harry/Draco, background Draco/Astoria (2020, Mature, 35k)
Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too. But both the house and Draco Malfoy have secrets to uncover, and Harry might be in deeper water than he thought.
One year ago, he had his last date and secretly gave up hope of meeting anyone for whom he felt more than a tepid interest. He’s twenty-seven years old now and has what he can no longer deny is a crush that’s as hopeless as it is inappropriate. Which is a step down even from being chronically single, Harry thinks.
Happy happy birthday @xanthippe74! It was so easy to choose today’s rec because I remember being ridiculously obsessed with this fic and screaming about it in your DMs, then you showed me those amazing reference pics and I wanted to cry because I wouldn’t be able to read this for the first time again :( what better way to celebrate you than sharing with the world these thoughts no one asked for, amirite 😂💜 I’m so grateful that we get to share this fandom space; I appreciate you not only for your kind, fun and encouraging presence, but also for your ability to transform everything you write into my new favorite comfort fic. I still remember feeling my heart burst open with emotion reading Vortex and Follow the Water, two masterpieces - even your advent kidfic had me melting at the spot and I rarely indulge that genre! What a joy it is to only experience the best, softest feelings when I’m reading your works.
To those who didn’t have the chance to check this gorgeous fic yet, do it today. Put simply, On Your Shore is the perfect cottagecore fic. It has that dream-like quality that screams quiet intimacy with a tense atmosphere underneath, and the beautiful Scottish landscape brought me peace despite the mystery and Harry’s inner turmoil. His yearning is written in the gentlest way, as only Xan can do, and his dynamics with Draco are just beautiful - mature, honest, contemplative, laced with soft understanding and bittersweet longing. There’s something really special about reading a romance that develops in remote sites. We watch the characters gravitate towards each other in this confined space as if removed from time and reality, but still so very tentative as if to protect this delicate friendship.
Xan does a fantastic job telling all this from Harry’s perspective - we have no idea what’s going on inside Draco’s head, we have no input about the nature of his marriage with Astoria, we have no way of knowing where this is all going to lead after this little retreat. We’re left to wonder alongside Harry as they carefully tiptoe around each other, unable to stay away but unwilling to take the first step, and yet all the yearning feels inexplicably tender and familiar. Harry’s so gone for Draco I was blushing on his behalf - the wardrobe scene (long-haired Draco asking “Are there scratches on my back?” will be the death of me, jfc 🤤) and I legit gasped when they finally kissed. What a moment!!! And when it feels like Harry’s pining will be too much for our hearts there’s a clever, intriguing Horcrux plot to distract us from the heartbreak and complicated feels. Tbh their jobs and work relationship are so interesting I feel like I could read this story go on for many many chapters after their get together, just to see them travel around being badass curse breaking partners. The plot kept me as immersed as the romance!
This is a gorgeous and atmospheric read, full of feels and with a lovely portrait of demisexual Harry. It will make your heart ache and expand a few minutes later, and it will treat you to one of the best, most meaningful and earned first kisses I’ve seen in fic. Join me to celebrate this incredibly talented author and run don’t walk, to bask in remote Scotland vibes, bed sharing in comfy cottages, plus a gentle and organic slow burn. You won’t be able to put this fic down and will finish it with a sad little sigh, wishing it could go on forever. I promise!
Read on AO3
#been gone for so long but i still love drarry#and have been craving some grown drarry fics sooo#to read#and SOON#drarry fic
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OUR MAIN TRIO JUST GOT COMPLETED!!!
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twice departed
happy two year tumblrversary lovely liv @sitp-recs! thank you so much for all of the encouragement and support you’ve given to me and everyone in fandom. to celebrate your two year anniversary, here are 400 words of run ons featuring draco reflecting on his two-year anniversary with harry. thanks so much to @written-in-ash for helping me fight commas.
The sun burned embers on the horizon before they realized what the departing day marked — a line drawn against time, and crossed again by clumsy feet. Draco knew he could never capture it, but if he tried, it might be:
The outline Harry’s hair made on summer-sunned days — short, and then long, and then short again — but always capturing the same glow as fading daylight thinned itself into a halo. The path Draco took as he walked behind him, fitting his feet into footsteps forged in flattened grass, Harry always a few paces ahead, and rarely looking back.
Or the dark skids against the floors of their first, and then second, and then third flats, where the legs of couches and tables dragged against cheap linoleum and imitation hardwood. The stains that would be lifted easily with scouring spells if they hadn’t long ago stopped bothering to erase their mistakes.
Or the burn of his tongue on too-hot tea. Or the crumpled fabric of threadbare t-shirts tossed into the corners of bathrooms. Or the particular wrist movement for spells that revived wilting ivy and overwatered succulents. Or the way that when Harry tried to leave him, he closed the door so gently the sound could be hushed away by a quiet sigh or the breeze through an open window. The way that when Harry came back, it was louder each time, a revelry of bags dropped on floors and brooms clattering walls and a path stamped by heavy footfall, one Draco thought the floor might one day memorize as it seeped into the earth below.
Or the sound of slow, quiet breaths, cheeks squished against armrests, and the deep slumber of a man who earned his every exhale, even the ones that turned to snores. Or the sheen of moonlight spread thin across sweat rich sheets on the nights Draco lay awake and wondered. Not whether they would one day tear each other apart, but whether they already had: limb from limb, only to find themselves demolished things, recomposed into reflected shapes that always recognized each other, if seldom themselves.
Or the two years behind them, not a threshold but a bridge. And a future Draco might try to pluck as if from a tree, to sink his teeth into and let dribble down his cheeks, knowing he would never truly taste it until it was kissed from his lips.
#that last line.....#omg crow#this entire thing is just beautiful#so much information packed so naturally into amazing prose#drarry fic
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a VERY good romance trope is a character (usually some kind of noble) being betrothed to someone and they spend the first half of the story just obsessively trying to return to them, only to realize during the second half of the story that the person theyre betrothed to is actually not a great person and they’ve instead fallen in love with one of the people they’re traveling with
#this is also just the plot of jab we met#js if any desi follows me they shall know IMMEDIATELY#<- prev tags LITERALLY WHAT I WAS THINKING AS I READ SNKFJS
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obsessed with the implication that both Keira Knightley and Orlando Bloom are aware of their influence over baby bisexuals and also approve of it [x]
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many wreaths of roses (view on Ao3)
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Completed fic!
Title: When Times are Dire
Rating: E
Length: 130k
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Content/genre: Fake relationship, marriage of convenience, politics, older H/D, Auror Harry, Politician Draco, parenting grown children, minor Scorpius/Albus, minor Ron/Hermione, quitting the Aurors, Civil disobedience, dabbling in anarchy, grandparenting, awful paparazzi, awful politics, but family is good, and the zoo, and Scrabble.
Warnings: Transphobia in Chapter 11, with instructions to skip it
Summary: Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.
Read it on ao3!
Podfic to follow shortly!
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HAPPY LESBIAN DAY OF VISIBILITY! 🧡🤍💖
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omg des and masudi ! aww
haven't made one of mine in a while 👀 i put my(sort of) cats in there too, hehe
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