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rockingrobin69 · 9 months
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Beast of a thing
“What can I get you?” asked a loud voice, and Harry rubbed his face till his eyes burned.
“Hmm?” was clearly not the right answer.
“Coffee? Seems like you might need one. And something to nibble on. Sweet or savoury?”
“I,” Harry said, which wasn’t that much better. The—person?—who kept pestering him was smiley and extremely bright-eyed. Leaned down to him over a dark-blue apron, half-conspiratorial, half amused.
“Sweet, I should think.”
How rude. Harry crawled in here to die peacefully, not be badgered about fucking coffee. But a few seconds—minutes?—later there was more bustling, and someone placed a cup right next to where he was holding his head. It smelled hot. It smelled good.
Before he could even make the decision, Harry’s hands grabbed it and—oops—spilled a little, never mind. Yeah, it burned. Yeah, whatever. Harry raised the cup with a shaky fist and sipped something horrible and scalding hot. He felt, absurdly, and for the first time in—he felt a little bit like a person again. How fucking embarrassing. How fucking inaccurate.
“There you go, darling,” this time armed with a scone. The smell of clotted cream made Harry’s eyes roll back, made him choke. The jam was even worse, so sweet he nearly gagged. “This should cheer you right up.”
He nearly, nearly laughed. Was too busy growling, rubbing his pointy teeth against his inner lip. Something in his expression must have finally registered with the perky waiter, since they hurried back, tray cluttering as they hit something. Harry could finally go back to his—
“What now?” to the movement from the corner of his eye, but—the smell hit him first, hit harder. Lemon zest and evergreen forest. Something so pleasant it made Harry whimper, made him close his eyes. The newcomer used this reprieve to sneak into the seat next to Harry, so close their knees were touching.
“What do you want?” Harry asked, or whined. It hurt behind his molars, it hurt in the pit of his stomach. The touch, the unbelievable pressure coming from deep, deep inside.
“Hello to you too, Potter. You’re not an easy man to find.”
“Not an easy man,” Harry managed.
“Not a man,” Malfoy countered.
“Not,” Harry, “interested. Go back to the Ministry and—”
“So you really haven’t heard? I quit.” When Harry chanced a look, Malfoy was busy examining his fingernails. He looked—he smelled—he—was an onslaught Harry couldn’t, wouldn’t withstand.
Instead of whimpering again, of being pathetic: “So what do you want? Why come all this way if it wasn’t some…”
“Scheme?” Malfoy uncrossed his legs, leaned back. Too fucking much; Harry’s mouth watered already. “Plot? Who said it wasn’t. Maybe I’m hunting you down all for myself now.”
“Why,” Harry growled.
“Maybe I didn’t like the way you left.” A rustle: Harry didn’t need to look to know what that sound was. “Dear Malfoy, I hope you’ll understand—”
“Enough.”
Malfoy’s gaze burned on his skin. Malfoy’s everything burned. “—there’s nothing else I can do—”
“Enough. Please.”
A bang, too loud; his fist on the table. The coffee cup trembled, didn’t spill. “Oh, is that too much? Hearing your own stupid words? You can take it, sweetheart. We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”
Harry tried to take cover behind his hand. “Please, it’s—”
“I think you might be my mate,” Malfoy quoted in the iciest tone Harry’s ever heard, “Which is exactly why I have to go—”
“I did!” hiding, hiding. “How could I stay, how could I do anything when I knew I’d be putting you at risk? The Ministry won’t stop. And even if—even if they did,” in this horrible, shaky voice. “What I’ve become—”
“A fucking idiot, you mean?”
Harry looked up.
Malfoy’s lips were so thin. “I don’t care what you are. I don’t care what they tried to make you into. You think I might be your mate and then you run? Sentence yourself to, what, a miserable, lonely existence just because you’re scared?”
The shudder took him so hard he nearly fell. “I can’t hurt you,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “I won’t.”
“You have, arsehole,” with exasperation that seemed oddly fond. “Come on, Potter. You didn’t even do me the courtesy of asking.”
“Asking?”
“Veelas have mates too. You’d know if you bothered to stick around.”
“They have—” something whirled in his belly, in his chest. Something sickening and bright. “Wait. Are you saying—what are you saying?”
“You can’t hurt me.” Malfoy bent closer. “Not in the way you imagine. Not if you stay and work it out like an adult. I won’t let the Ministry use you as a weapon. I won’t let anything—I’m saying you’re an idiot, and I’m an even bigger one, and that if you’d run from me again, you’ll regret it.”
A smile burst, baffled and hot between his cheeks. “You… are you serious?”
“You think I came all this way for a joke? I only commit to things that are worth my while.” His grey eyes, burning. “Are you worth my while?”
Helpless, he grabbed Malfoy’s hand. The scent of him in Harry’s nose, heavenly and far too strong: everything he could hope for, that he tried to escape. “Please,” Harry croaked.
Malfoy hummed, leaned back. Used his free hand to steal Harry’s scone. “I’m staying across the road. When you’re quite done—”
On his feet. “Done.” The edges of Malfoy’s lips twitched.
“Very well.” He got up, cast a look from under his endless lashes. “Potter. If you leave again—”
“I won’t,” Harry promised, and meant it. Won’t be able to, now that he had Malfoy back in his arms, smelling and looking and being like that. Now that Harry felt alive, and like a person, and also not. Better than any treat, sweet or savoury. Bitter and sour, lemon zest and evergreens: his Malfoy. His mate.
 For my dear @generalpizzaengineer and their prompt 💖
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lqtraintracks · 4 months
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Omg it's reveals!!!! I was so excited to participate in @hd-erised this year again! I loved writing this fic for the completely lovely @xx-thedarklord-xx (a little more on that below) and being a part of everything with all the other kickass participants (I will be reblogging my incredible gift art again later as well because HOLY SHIT Y'ALL)! I want to thank the mods so very much for running things so smoothly, putting in countless hours of hard work, and being awesome!
The super talented @nv-md made this gorgeous banner! Thank you so much; you know I was a'flailing! She was also my beta along with yet another rockstar, @capipuff, and I can't thank the two of you enough! <3333 Okay onward with the deets!
Title: Jasmine in Bloom Author: Me Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, background Dean/Seamus Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~41,500 Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter; Creature Fic; Tattoos; Tattoo Artist Draco Malfoy; Landscaper Harry Potter; Magical Theory; UST; Meddling Friends; Nonbinary Characters (not Harry or Draco); Disability; Assistive Devices; Chronic Pain; Recreational Drug Use; Clubbing; Bowling; Hung Harry; Humor; Mild Angst; Jealousy; Soulmates; Brief Mention of Animal Deaths; Bisexual Draco Malfoy; Bisexual Harry Potter; Wanking; Inappropriate Erections; Shaving; Blood; Buff Harry; the man is ripped okay; Disaster Wolf Harry; Hot Werewolf Harry; he contains multitudes; Himbo Harry Potter; but also; Powerful Harry Potter; Magical Genius Harry Potter; Competency Kink; Himbo Kink; Frottage; Blow Jobs; Deep Throating; Face Fucking; Rimming; Anal Sex; Werewolf/Human Sex; Knotting; Creampie; Post-Hogwarts; Alternating POV, Alcohol, Spitting, Slapping, Creature Prejudice, Internalised Creature Prejudice, Shame, Anger Issues, Breaking and Entering, Invasion of Privacy, Sparring, Rough Sex Summary: This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn. Author's Notes: XxTheDarkLordxX, now that I can squee openly about it, I loved your sign-up SO MUCH! Tattoos; creatures; soulmates; magical theory; Neville, Goyle, and Luna; 'Maybe Harry is a lesson Draco didn't know he needed'; 'Plotting by friends brings them together'; and 'Opposites that discover that not everything is quite what it seems. The things that separate them also bring them together and show their dichotomy.' Those were all the things I tried to cram in here, and I had SO MUCH FUN doing it! You were a pleasure to write for. Also, there is a spoiler tag in the end notes if any of you are the sort who can’t stand not knowing! It’s not anything in relation to any of the major archive warnings or other content warnings, though, rest assured. I think it's better to go in not knowing right off the bat. ;) Anyway, enough talk! Enjoy! <333
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colubrina · 8 months
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It took me a whole year to get the whole thing copied up, but all of THE WRONG STRAIN is now on AO3.
Everyone knew what veela were. Veela were magical creatures, breathtakingly beautiful, who captivated men with a single look. It would have been nice to have been that strain. Instead, Hermione Granger was infected by another. Instead of captivating all men, she was captivated by one. She'd die without him. She was already in almost constant pain.
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eastwindmlk · 18 days
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Blessed in Darkness
I got another creature fic for ya'll
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
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Only at night, when the darkness fell over everyone, his father would allow him to leave. Expecting that no one would look upon the shame that was his crippled son. He would never know how wrong he was. The blind man returned to this rock on the shoreline for more than just the nostalgia of it. Night after night he returned for one reason. Her. Hermione. She had been his secret for a long time, ever since they were children. Always forced to meet clandestinely. At first, innocently behind the billowing laundry to hold hands and play. Then, at dusk to talk for hours on end and steal kisses. The hour of their meetings got later when they matured and so would their meetings. Until one night, a plan was formed. A plan that would cost her her humanity and him his sight.
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ruthless-rainbow · 6 months
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The witch and familiar, I have two different ideas for, and I will take a separate poll for that. 🤣 And undecided for Liam with Naga!Theo because I'm not fully sure I want him to be human. 😅
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wolfie180g · 21 days
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It's the Final Chapter!
5 Years in the making (ignoring that two year hiatus where my job sucked so bad... ugh. )
I am very happy with how it turned out. I hope I resolved all the major plot points that came up. I did have to edit this chapter down quite a bit to fit the goal I gave myself of 200,000 words exactly.
I also wanted to finish it before Easter and I got one day left to go! So when I'm not busy tomorrow I will be going over it one last time before uploading to fanfiction.net.
Thanks to everyone who read, kudos, liked and followed along with this story. I hope to finish both of the other WIP's soon.
Thank you and goodbye:)
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hp-fanfic-archive · 3 months
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Two Halves Of A Whole by DobbyRocksSocks Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: M Word Count: 29k Harry Potter had had the summer of his life, and he was coming into his last year at Hogwarts wanting nothing more than an easy year, where the most important thing he had to worry about was his NEWT exams. But nothing is ever that simple when Harry Potter is involved, is it?
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jupitermelichios · 5 months
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In Every Quarter of the Skies | Chapter 1: The Stag
Ships: Stiles/Derek Tags: Ensemble cast, pack bonding, canon rewrite, creature!Stiles, shapeshifter!Stiles, genderqueer character, established relationship, fun with mythology, canon divergent AU, this isn't a vampire AU but there sure is a lot of consensual blood-drinking going on
Beacon Hills has had four months of quiet. Four months for Stiles to lick his wounds, and adjust to his new supernatural abilities. But in a town like this, peace never lasts long.
Strange Alphas are attacking Derek's pack, something is leaving bodies strung up in the Preserve, and once again, the McCall Pack are right in the middle of it.
A 3A rewrite | Updates weekly
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ababyarmadillo · 4 months
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I WROTE A FIIIIIIIIC
(drarry creature fic 🫶🏻)
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sitp-recs · 1 year
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Survival of the Species by @romaine2424
Harry/Draco (2011, Explicit, 47k)
Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released. Minor Albus/Scorpius, minor Harry/Ginny. Cw for infidelity and a dubcon sex scene (both happen in a specific context, be warned though)
“Ever since you told me of the custom, I knew this would happen. The night I found you frozen outside, I knew I didn’t ever want to lose you. It’s been slowly building to this point everyday as I’ve watched you.”
Happy happy birthday darling Rom! I initially thought about making a list then I remembered that I did a Hidden Gems post already 😅 the next best thing was reccing one of my all-time favorites of yours, and this is such a belated rec! I read this fic right after immersing myself in the gorgeous, comforting world of Garden of Eden, and despite the similarities (older Drarry with kids and adult plots, love it!) the change of pace and atmosphere was so intense it felt like diving into a completely different world, one of fabulous mythical beings and impossible life decisions.
Dare I say this is my favorite Veela fic?? Maybe so! I’ve never been particularly into creature fic in general - something about its inherent dub con aspect (which you’ll see cleverly depicted here) makes it tricky for me, and I’m rarely able to stay engaged with long, plotty fics exploring this trope. Colour me surprised when Rom’s rich, well-researched and fascinating creature lore slapped me in the face with thoughts and feelings; sure enough I found myself deeply mesmerized by this carefully crafted world-building. The rituals, the family tree, the rules surrounding the biological/reproductive aspect! There’s so much behind it, so many vivid cool visuals and I distinctly remember my face going 🫢🤯😱 during this read. And the pacing is so smooth you don’t even realize things are rapidly getting very angsty and very complicated. Such incredible storytelling power!
I wanna be careful about this rec because I feel like giving too much away might spoil the fun. As the title suggests, this is a story that pushes both characters beyond their limits by putting them in an impossible situation. It’s a bit (a lot?) heartbreaking, but that’s also why so many decisions taken in that excepcional scenario, far removed from reality and normal conditions of temperature and pressure conditions, work. A particular context creates this vital connection of understanding and sympathy between us the readers and the characters, one the story might not have worked without. That’s such a delicate feat, and it blew my mind how Rom effortlessly achieved it. It goes beyond a fascinating lore and compelling plot points - in my opinion, it depends heavily on characterization and emotional resonance too, which this fic delivers in spades.
This fic really feels like an ode to both Veela and dragon lore, and the way it wraps everything together with a bold and fresh twist leaves me both excited and nostalgic for that feeling of “old creature classics”. Harry and Draco’s predicament getting stuck together away from civilization for so many years brings so many implications and complications, and Rom does not shy away from it. It’s painful and miserable and it shows human resilience in different ways than we’d have expected, and it ends up being really immersive and thought-provoking. I for one stayed engaged at all times, and really enjoyed the tender and comforting family feels we get in the second part. Buckle up and get ready for a 50k fic that covers so much time, character development and human complexity it feels more like a 200k epic. Treat yourself to an incredible journey with archaeologist!Draco as a bonus, and don’t forget to give Rom love and appreciation for writing such a clever story back in 2011!
I’m so so grateful that you’re back in the HP fandom and sharing your work with us again, my friend. You’re a fantastic storyteller and I’m very excited to see what comes next. Happy birthday!! 💜
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goldenraeofsun · 1 year
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Day 28: Animal
Castiel whines pitifully, but the shelter attendants are either heartless bastards or too damn used to the sounds of sad animals because none of them even turn around to his cage. In the pound, it smells overwhelmingly of dog piss and fear. Castiel’s nose itches, and his hackles have stood on end since he got thrown in here.
He paces in the small confines of his cell, his brain whirring. The full moon is waning, already well past his zenith, hence the human thoughts pushing past the wolfish instincts.
In under an hour he’s going to change back and answer a lot of hard questions, since animal control doesn’t usually pick up naked, 20-something baristas slash grad-students.
Snout wrinkling, Castiel sits back on his haunches, and this time his worried whine is entirely involuntary.
He should have gone to the country with the rest of his pack, but he’d been desperate. 
Dean had invited him over for an extended stay as a trial run before they officially move in together, and, Castiel, at loath to give Dean any reason to doubt them, had to say yes. Not after the fiasco of the last full moon, where Dean found out his little furry secret, thanks to Castiel landing himself in the very same situation he is in now.
Gabriel had laughed himself silly at the sight of Castiel stuck in the cage, but he did the big brother thing and bailed him out before Castiel had to release the transformation.
But not before the vets inserted the microchip. “A reminder, bro,” Gabriel said, “not to get your ass caught again.”
Gabriel’s run afoul of animal control more times than Castiel can count on all four paws. But, unlike Castiel, he delighted in baiting the dog catchers, almost getting caught before leaping out of their grasp at the very last second.
Castiel isn’t sure if Gabriel has ever gotten taken, but his older brother is crafty enough to find a way out, that’s for sure.
Castiel squints at the lock – his wolf eyes are far more farsighted than his human ones – as he tries to figure out how to manipulate it without opposable thumbs. But he can only fit a claw or two through the chain link fence penning him in.
The door opens, and the other dogs bark and yowl. Castiel instinctively flattens his ears against the noise.
The shelter attendant opens the cage opposite Castiel and deposits a very drugged-up yorkiepoo. After he leaves, Castiel he hurls himself bodily at the latch.
It doesn’t even budge.
Silently swearing to himself, Castiel tries again. The metal groans but holds firm.
Castiel retreats to the back of his cage, his eyes closing into slits as he thinks over his options. None of them are good.
He’s just gearing up for another try at the metal cage, when the door creaks open with a familiar, whispered hiss of, “Cas!”
Castiel freezes.
Sure enough, Dean comes into view, his green eyes narrowed in concern as he frantically scans the cages for his wayward boyfriend.
Castiel howls, and Dean makes a bee-line for him. “Jesus,” he whispers, “Shut up, you dumbass. D’you want both of us to get caught?”
Castiel shuts up.
Dean unlatches the cage with a frustratingly easy flip of his human fingers, and Castiel nearly tackles him in a burst of newfound freedom. “Yeah, yeah,” Dean grumbles, gingerly patting the top of Castiel’s head, “I’m happy to see you too, buddy. Come on, we gotta move. Luckily, they’re understaffed at this hour.”
They sneak past the skeleton crew, and Castiel practically sprints to the Impala parked across the street.
“I suppose you’re not really a dog,” Dean says, frowning, as he opens the door for Castiel, “so don’t get any funny ideas about real dogs being allowed in my baby.”
Castiel wiggles over the seatrest into the back seat.
“Hey, watch it!” Dean yelps. “You’re blocking the rearview, Bad Moon Rising!”
Castiel settles down, panting, before he finally lets the transformation fall. An excruciatingly painful minute later, he finally comes back to himself, all his limbs tingling with pins and needles, shivering from the loss of his fur coat.
He meets Dean’s horrified gaze in the rearview mirror. “Christ,” Dean mutters under his breath as he wrestles out of his leather jacket. He hurls it into the backseat, and Castiel shrugs into it gratefully.
“Thank you, Dean,” Castiel rasps, and, god, he sounds awful.
Dean bobs a quick nod. “Anytime, man.”
Castiel scoots forward and braces his arms over the front seat’s seat rest. “How did you know?”
“I got an email,” Dean says curtly.
Castiel blinks. “Excuse me?”
At the next red light, Dean roots around in his pockets for his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to Castiel.
Sure enough, there’s a new email, an automatic one based on the generic language, that a pet registered under Dean’s name has been turned into the Lawrence Canine Shelter.
“Your brother has a strange sense of humor,” Dean says in an odd voice, “since he put my email down as your owner for microchip updates.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Castiel vows just as Dean finally loses it, filling the Impala with the sound of his raucous laughter.
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goofyassauthor · 1 year
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Chapter 5 is here!!! Thank you so much for your patience everyone and enjoy! 
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kobutareads1 · 9 months
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Mythic by ladymacbethsspot
Alternative universe - modern. Creature fic. Tentacles. 3 chapters. Eruri. Diver Levi. Sea creature Erwin. Marine biologist Hanji. On a dive, Levi encounters something he's never seen before.
I love ladymacbethsspot's creature/supernatural fics. Wonderful storytelling, action and romance. In Mythic, Levi helps Erwin when he's captured by Hanji. There is attraction, pining and tentacle sex.
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flytrapblog · 10 days
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Time for a Creature Inheritance Fic y’all! I’m really excited for this shit so please please enjoy!
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eastwindmlk · 19 days
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Now revealed!
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Rating: Explicit Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Summary: Hermione overhears a suspicious conversation in the ministry cafeteria that leads her to the shores of Loch Ness for an encounter with an unexpected creature.
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A little disheartened, she ran her fingers along the spines, wondering which one to open next. Her fingers stalled on one of the elaborately bound tomes. The silvery scales somehow reminded her of Malfoy. 
Deciding that maybe her subconscious was trying to inform her, Hermione pulled the book towards her, squinting at the ornate script on the front. ‘Draconic Heritage: A Genealogy’. 
Fascinating title. An impossible concept. 
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rockingrobin69 · 9 months
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Oooohhh... For the prompts: 14. You can take it, sweetheart.
However it moves you (but I'm very much in an angsty, sometimes whump-y mood in fics these days 🙃)
Hello darling! Thank you so much for this prompt!! I don't know if you're aware but my life has pretty much been consumed by angsty, whumpy fic (cough-cough-imperfection-cough). So yes, I am (always) very much in that mood, uh-huh.
I don't know how this ended up a creature fic, but - suppose it just did? There's a little bit of 'oof' in it, of 'c'mon buddy!', of self-hatred and fear and a lot of understated hurt. Most of it is understated. It's only 1k, but it's huge in my head, like, 15k at least. Also this time I actually managed to put the line fucking in it. It's painful, ha ha.
ANYWAY (shut up Robin) here is your fic, Beast of a thing, 1k.
Thank you SO much for prompting me to write this, I absolutely loved, loved doing it. Love you! 💖
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