#it's our partner's last day in town for now so they decided to make lots and lots of food for us to freeze :>

[kirby-the-gorb]

#kirby #food #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #it's our partner's last day in town for now so they decided to make lots and lots of food for us to freeze :> #(I asked them before they came down if they'd be willing to) #(what with the meltdown I had last weekend about not being physically able to obtain food for myself) #(they were very enthusiastic about it and made me soooo much food) #(I've got 3 containers of mongolian bbq beef and rice) #(and like a dozen fresh-ish spring rolls) #(and biscuits and smoothies and sandwiches) #(they made some food for my wife too (since they are her partner too hence 'our')) #they have both been doing their best to make sure I'm fed ever since I told my wife it was a problem #I am very loved <3 #(that does mean they're leaving in the morning though :c ) #(but we're really hoping they can move in with us this summer.) #(we'll know where we're moving in about 4 1/2 weeks.) #(and then we can work out if they can come with us or if they'll have to wait.) #favorites

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Can you please write a story where someone insults Azriel, and the reader is ready to beat that person up because of it, and Azriel is very impressed that the reader is so upset just because someone insulted him? Thanks!

I want to tell you that your stories are very well written and I enjoy every time you post.

What Did You Say?

Azriel x reader

A/n: thank you anon that means a lot to me. This was sm fun to write bc I love imagining Az with a feisty partner who will defend him.

Warnings: some swears

Today was a rare day off for you and Az. Instead of spending the day inside, Az decided to treat you to lunch and shopping in town. As you got up from the table Az offered you his arm, taking you back out to the bustling streets.

So far you had been to five of your favorite shops and Azriel was holding your bags. You told him you could carry them but he insisted he do it, “My love, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t carry the for you.” You giggled at his dramatics.

Passing a bar to head to your last stop of the afternoon, you saw a group of males lingering outside. They were staring at Azriel and it made you uncomfortable. People would usually stare because of his wings and his height, but you had a bad feeling about these guys.

You knew Az hated attention so you grabbed his arm. He smiled down at you and you just kept walking straight. As you pass the males one speaks up, clearly not hiding his comment about your boyfriend, “It’s such a shame to see our kind with an Illyrian brute. No matter what title they hold.”

You could tell Azriel wanted to keep walking and ignore them, but you froze, your back going stock straight. Azriel leaned forward slightly, “Love, let it go.” Your eyes were wide, anger took over your features.

Turning slowly towards the males, who were now snickering, you were ready to rip into them. You weren’t usually a confrontational person but when it came to Azriel you were fiercely protective of him.

“What did you say?” One of the males faces you was still laughing. The one who made the comment speaks up, “He’s an Illyrian brute, you shouldn’t be with him it’s not natural.”

At the point you were seeing red. Azriel’s arm wrapped around the front of your waist, holding on to your hip. You could hear him speaking but couldn’t make out his words.

“Come fucking say that to my face.” You stomp over to the male, getting in his face. “You’re a real piece of shit you know that!” That male was shocked that you were in front of him. He and his friends were silent as you were yelling at them.

Before you could really tell them how you felt, Azriel pulled you into his arms and took off. Before you knew it he was landing on the balcony of the House of Wind. He quickly brought you into one of the sitting rooms, placing you on the ground and dropping the bags.

You began pacing the room. Clenching and unclenching your fists. All Az could do was stand there and let you calm down. He was truly shocked by your reaction in the street. But at the same time he was impressed. The only people who would’ve done that were his brothers. It was heartwarming in a way, to see you stand up for them.

You let out a frustrated sound, your pacing slowing down. You finally stop and sit on the couch forcefully. Fidgeting with your fingers, you look up at Az. “I’m sorry but that just really pissed me off.” You huff out. “I just - ugh - I just hate when people talk about you like that. I know you’ve dealt with it for years but, Cauldron! That was just…”

Az sat down next to you taking both of your hands in one of his large ones. “Y/n, it’s ok.” You lean on his shoulder brushing a kiss on your temple. “It was actually sweet. I've never seen you so angry. It was kinda hot.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “Hush you.” Az throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. He pulled you into a hug placing another kiss on your head. “Want to go unpack all your stuff?” You give Az an enthusiastic nod, pulling him off the couch.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel #azris fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel imagine #azriel fic

[house-of-slayterr]

I thought this would be so cute so it's y/ns birthday and david wanted to do something special for them but somehow his plan got ruined by the boys eating their cake and then they played a prank on y/n that went too far and made them cry so david take that opportunity to make them feel better

Birthday Disaster!

David’s POV:

The boys and I had long past given up on birthdays. It’s not like they mattered much when you were immortal anyways. And Paul and Marko never needed an excuse to party. They were pointless.

At least that’s what I thought before I met them. Our Human. My human. They somehow made life feel so simple, yet so complicated all at once. They were an enigma, one you couldn’t pry your eyes away from.

Birthdays where Important for two reasons. Human lives were fragile. Nearly everything could hurt them, kill them. I was in a constant battle of worry so every birthday we got to see was a blessing. A reminder that they really were meant to be ours and weren’t going anywhere.

But more importantly, each birthday brought them closer to their promise to us. Just three more and they would join us, stand by my side for the rest of our lives. Sure, it was selfish to preserve my excitement for my own reasons, but I couldn’t help it.

Today marked two more birthdays until they would turn. And I tried to make each human birthday more special than the last. It wasn’t hard when Marko and Paul were like excited puppy’s ready to please their every whim. They would go out of their way for our mate for the smallest things.

The boys had decorated the cave and Dwayne picked out some music. But I was in charge of the most important part. Getting the cake. It was an easy task really, I had an ongoing deal with the baker in town. He was a paranoid old man convinced the rival bakery was trying to steal his secret recipe. I said I’d “watch” the store if he gave me a free cake for my partners birthday every year.

This year I decided to theme the cake around their current favourite character. They were always talking about it, that even Paul started to remember details about it. I asked him, not so kindly, to not smoke tonight at the party unless Y/N gave the ok. He could get even more rowdy when he was high. And that could be a lot for any vampire, let alone a human.

Dwayne was tasked with keeping and eye on him and Marko. So I was beyond livid when I escorted our mate back to the cave for their surprise party, and their cake was nowhere in sight. And neither was Dwayne.

I could sense the other two still in the cave. Y/N may not be able to hear their faint laughter but I could.

“This looks amazing babe” y/n complimented.

I gave them a lazy smile, not trying to bring their attention to the missing cake. I guided them over to the couch when I saw a slight pout on their face, making up a quick lie.

“They must be out getting some last minuet gifts for you doll, you know how they are. Always procrastinating.”

I almost felt my heart flutter when I heard them chuckle. It quickly became one of my favourite sounds after meeting them. And right now I wanted to keep their spirits up. They’d had a long day celebrating with the humans, but I knew they much preferred our smaller parties.

I was furious by the time Dwayne came back to the cave with Laddie, they’d missed like half the party and I still had no cake for our Mate. I pulled him to the side, harshly whispering out of earshot of our human.

“Where the hell were you?” I grit out.

“Laddie got spooked by the thunder and ran off, Star and I were out looking for him. He wasn’t in any of the usual spots.”

I sighed. I couldn’t be mad at him for that. He loved that boy more than anything, we all did. And our kitten would be even more upset if something happened to laddie on their birthday.

“The two idiots did something to the cake while you were gone, but they’re being cowards and won’t come out. Our mate is starting to get sad nobodies here for their birthday, and I think they’ve noticed the missing cake I promised them. This is a disaster Dwyane. I swear I’m gonna kill them-“

He looked almost as furious as I did. Their pranks were typically harmless, but this one wasn’t in good taste. Pun fully NOT intended.

My heart nearly stopped again when I heard faint crying upon re-entering the cave. Followed by the rambling of Marko and Paul apologising profusely. Christ, what have they done now.

“Out!”

I shouted.

The three of them jumped, and I felt bad, but Dwayne could deal with those two right now. I simply pointed to the cave entrance and they hung their heads and left with a few more muttered apologies.

I quickly moved in to scoop up our baby, holding them closely to my chest while they cried. I was never good with words like Dwayne was in moments like this, so I just rocked them, petting their hair softly which seemed to work.

When the sniffling lightened I looked down at them, trying to give my best smile.

“Wanna go for a drive, doll?”

They could never resist a midnight ride under the moon. That would give the boys enough time to fix the party before I got back. Or they’d have hell to pay, those hunters will be the least of their worries…

An: I’m so sorry if this is bad, I haven’t written in so long I feel rusty. I gotta get back into it but seasonal depression is kicking my arse! 😭 Got that writers block hard core right now and I want it to stop!

PS: Doll and Kitten and neutral here, I never use those as gendered terms….

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul tlb #dwyane tlb #mark tlb #tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #vampire mate #soulmates #polycule #poly lost boys x reader #fang writes

[some-unlucky-girl]

I’m new to this whole blogging thing if I’m gonna be frank. I mostly just hopped on here because I’m tired of the Reddit crowd and my usual brand of negativity doesn’t really jive well the in crowds of discord so now so I guess I’m just here now. So let me introduce myself I’m billet and about a year ago I started going to full sail for audio production.

Music has always been one of my passions and I spent my confused and edgy teen years trying to smash together metal licks with my shidiot teenage boy friends to pretty much no real success. Between being broke ass trailer park kids and lack of drummers and bass players. We really didn’t have the what we needed to really record anything really.

Anyway by the time I was 17 after many falling out with my current set of piers. I was depressed and alone as I wanted to be with no one for company besides this white boi rapper drug dealer. My now late mother used to rent out my room at the time to the local dealers for some extra side skrilla and he happened to be one of them.

We just kinda hit it off at the time and would smoke hella gas and watch dragon ball on vhs tapes. He just preferred them to digital formats. So one I were were chilling and I was on abit of a tirade about how I really missed making music how I couldn’t really do it anymore and yadda yadda yadda. When he stopped me and pointed out that the crappy computer my mother had just procured for me. Was fully capable of recording my vocals. He showed me how to boot up garage band and that day I recorded the worst cover of from first to last note to self you’ll ever hear.

From then on I world get random instrumentals I’d find on YouTube and just go to town. I have like a fraction of my old stuff from then on my old sound cloud with run of the mill 2014 edgy and offensive titles on a few which I regret now in hindsight.

After I lost my old laptop and my life fell to pieces during Irma i was 19 at the time. Once I got back on my feet I spent a few years moonlighting as an emo trap artist. As is the usual for metalcore scene washouts who couldn’t hack it within those circles.

Life got in the way again after about 2 years of rough whiny sad boi songs . Me and my partner moved states and we got our own space again but I still didn’t have a good computer or mic to record with. Because we were kinda hurting for cash I used to donate plasma at our local blood bank. Well one day I finished up my usual donation I had one of the other donors offer me a ride. I didn’t really think anything of it so I accepted and the bitch neglected to tell me her car didn’t have breaks until after we were on the road. One near death experience later I decided to go back to school for something I’ve always be interested in.

I’ve always been a fan of horror and I had recently finished a few analog horror series’s. Aswell as plethora of movies and games. A lot of which were very fresh in my mind and I still think about to this day. Being a shoegaze enjoyer and recently at the time having just discovered sigilkore. It’s basically if trap and hyper pop had an edgy bastard child. I figured why don’t I try to take some of the mixing styles I’ve heard in sigilkore and the density of some shoegaze projects I liked. Blend it together and shit fuck it into some horror inspired big cringe. There is this one artist called shedfromthebody she did this project where she was kinda larping as a weird fae creature thing in her music videos. So after I made my first song in years splinter. I figured well I’m a satanist why don’t I right songs in the Kayfabe of me being a demon who feeds on dreams and negative energy thus the reason why my first mixtape that I have embedded here. Is called dream eater. From there I would find free beats remix them and record my vocals over them.

Now I’m pretty done with my schooling. So I’ve trying to focus finishing up so I can work on my beat production skills. Well anyway if you read all of this thanks I always appreciate when anyone gives me the time of day. If I stick around I’ll prob keep posting

End of edgy backstory

#soundcloud #dream pop #shoegaze #vent #post rock #dark #edgy users #cringe #SoundCloud

[thesickpanda]

Breakdown After Breakdown

So interest rates have gone up, making paying our already HUGE mortgage even more difficult. Partner’s wages aren’t exactly rising. And the cost of food is so high the government is now investigating our two big chain supermarkets for adding to the cost of living stress on the populace.

All this is happening at a time when my partner and I are experiencing major burnout, enduring family drama, and I received some truly terrifying health news (my GI tract is very literally melting from off-the-charts inflammation and I am at high risk for colon cancer, among other things).

 We have been saddled with so much bad news and hardship that we feel we’re about to lose our minds, so we go fuck it, we NEED a break, and booked a cheap motel for two nights over Easter near a national park. We had the modest ambition of spending time in nature looking for orchids and birds.

Yeah, we got one day of that before our old second hand car (which we bought for a few thousand dollars from the side of the road last year) decided to break down for the umpteenth time, and we spent 12 hours of the second day of our 2 day vacation just trying to get home (eventually being towed). The SAME DAY my partner got a virus on his ancient laptop and my mobile phone started to fail. We purchased a new, bargain basement phone in town while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, and less than 2 weeks later I dropped it and smashed the camera on it. YAY.

So no break for us. Fine.

But then shit kept hitting the fan. When we got home, MY computer started to sputter out and die. We cannot afford a new computer right now, as we’re paying off a ton of medical expenses for me, so a week later my partner bought parts for it and rebuilt it himself.

And then there’s the car situation.

Since Easter, 3 mechanics have looked at the car, can identify there is a major problem, but cannot FIND it. So it remains broken. My car is also really old and sprung a leak in the boot and got soaked after a storm, so that now it stinks to high heaven from musty mold.  But we cannot afford another car, so OH WELL. I have a severe mold allergy and a sensitive nose but we cannot afford to valet it, and partner has sincerely had no time to clean it.

Then: our vacuum cleaner broke and the very next day the lawn mower broke, too. The mower repair shop would not even repair it because “that brand is such a cheap piece of shit it’ll just break on you in a few more days and I don’t wanna be held liable”. Wow.

And then this morning the towel rail broke after I hit my head onto it for the millionth time, and the wheel came off the laundry trolley for the second time before a huge load of towels finished in the washing machine. I am already disabled and currently have an inflamed nerve in my right foot, so the lack of a trolley is REALLY not helpful.

This is the week I have to spend an ungodly amount of money on three separate medical professionals and order a very expensive medical test to maaaaybe find the pathogen destroying my gut.

I recently watched a TLDR Global news video about the fertility crisis in South Korea and the world at large and it rightly points out house prices and cost of living being a deterrent for people to have babies. Under the video was a comment that I feel sums up what it is like to be alive in this 21st century:

“Long working hours. Low wages. High costs. No chance of ever owning a house. 0 work-life balance without a child, let alone with one. Layoffs left right and center. Hard if not impossible to get a job even with experience. Life is stressful as is already. Low standards of life. Nothing is family friendly - work, life, schools etc. A lot of the institutions still have the same mentality of - man works, woman stays at home, and it just doesn't fit how people want to live now.”

We are childless and partially own our own home (and only with assistance from the Bank of Mum And Dad as the boomers love to call it) and WE are struggling. How the HELL is humanity going to keep going like this? I am so worn down by the grind of everything, and relative to fellow millennials, we’re doing WELL. The only freedom is money, which the vast majority of us do not have in amounts that would actually afford us quality of life.

All I can say in the face of all this, is fuck capitalism.

And also fuck Australia, which appears to be its biggest bitch at the moment:

Source: TLDR News Global

#angry rant #fuck capitalism #cost of living crisis #australia #chronic illness #the cost of being ill

[sapphic-space-syren]

okay below the cut is a summary of sorts of the ridiculous quasi-relationship I've been in since the end of last year because I need to put this somewhere (links are to my own Tumblr posts, no nsfw images)

no trigger warnings (except maybe infidelity? not sure on that one) but this is a story about sex

at the end of 2022, I moved back with my parents and got a barista job while I waited to see if I'd got into grad school. at said job, there was another barista who was friendly and always told me I was doing a good job (lonely, insecure me appreciated this very much). nice.

after a few weeks, we exchanged numbers and he started sending me... poetry. which became kinda kinky poetry. which became sexting.

which became 'do you wanna get a room'

which became meeting up to spend a night at a hotel on the edge of town. and then when the deed was done and we were waiting for food delivery, he decided to tell me that he's actually a felon who did jail time for [redacted].

might have appreciated knowing that before I drove to the middle of nowhere to fuck you in secret, but alright.

anyway I found out the next day that I was accepted into grad school and would be moving across the ocean within weeks. before I left, he snuck me into his parents' house in the middle of the night for one more ~night of passion~ (this is insane I genuinely can't believe I went along with this) and met me at a tea shop to give me an admittedly lovely set of farewell gifts.

and he told me he loved me. (we're in February now, 2 months after the texting began)

so then I fly away forever and I think good, we'll gradually drift apart and I won't have to deal with the drama of long distance or being with someone who can't even legally travel to my home country because of a criminal record. also he smokes. in general there are a lot of red flags and this is easiest way for it to just... fall apart on its own.

except it doesn't.

the thing is, I've got used to texting him every day and I'm not very good at making new friends within my grad school cohort. I'm still struggling with bipolar symptoms I can't really talk about with anyone but him because there's no-one else in my life who gets it. (he's bipolar too) The fact is everything kinda sucks, school and moving aren't what I thought they would be, and talking to him is the best part of my day. and he calls himself my boyfriend. fuck.

around May-ish, he asks if I'm still planning on visiting my parents soon because he has.... a friend...... a woman.... who he's mentioned in passing but I've certainly never met or spoken to..... but she's seen photos of me and thinks I'm cute.... and she wants to have a threesome.

well, alright then. I'm like... tentatively into it.

except my symptoms are getting worse, a family member died, I'm not handling school very well, so my visit to my parents is postponed a few months. until it's august and I come in bottom of the class, I can barely function, and we decide it's for the best if I take a medical leave of absence.

and fly back to my parents.

so, I'm back! he's so excited! except it takes 3 fucking weeks for him to see me because he keeps ghosting me. or cancelling. or standing me up. so that feels great. and when we do finally meet up he has to go shopping for shampoo for this woman he mentioned earlier. so that's a bit weird.

we spent another night together (his parents were out of town this time, but I still had to dodge their security cameras) and then I don't see him for another month because he keeps. standing. me. up. every other day I drive somewhere only for him to call and cancel while I'm still in the car, or just not appear at all. no explanation.

he does tell me he takes time off work for a hotel night with our alleged threesome partner, though, because (wait for it) she's his GIRLFRIEND and it's their 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY.

which he NEVER told me. not when he was flirting with me. not when he was sexting me. not when he was fucking me and not when he told me he was in love with me and wanted to be with me.

now I'm not opposed to polyamory, but it would be nice to be aware I'm practicing it.

anyway.

I've seen him... once in the last month. He gave me jewellery and kissed me and promised he would see me soon and apologised because he had to leave early because his (other?) girlfriend (who I still have not met) needed him.

I have not seen him since. He never calls when he promises, sometimes barely texts, and it drove me absolutely nuts for a bit but I've been trying to just... disengage. I've stopped asking when I can see him, stopped texting first. I'm alone in this town with no friends or social support but I'm starting to think his company is just not worth it.

He promised weeks ago that he would see me this weekend. I haven't asked if he remembers. Stay tuned. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#this is so much longer than I thought it would be #and I didn't even include everything #anyway if anyone has anything to say about this I'm all ears lmao #call me an idiot if you must. I probably deserve it. I know this doesn't reflect well on me either #and if you read it all thank you 🙏🏻 #mine #personal #stupid situationship

[incarnateirony]

I'm. So tired. Of people taking advantage of my shit. Like, this shit from the other post.

(Vacation Boy) — Today at 3:28 PM I want you to know I'm not ignoring you or blowing you off or anything. I'm currently at a doctor's appointment and this is the first time I've had to sit down and think about a lot of things after having one hell of a bad month. I will be responding as you request soon. Image (it was a picture of his doctor's office.)

EXPY P2P — Today at 3:29 PM You have played Sea of Thieves for 8 hours in the last 2 days.

One hell of a bad month. What, us riding his ass during the 3 week vacation we told him was the worst possible time to take it? Him not working all month? Coming home to nonstop video games? One hell of a bad month. I cannot even.

One hell of a bad month.

Listen my guy, the stress you're feeling now is self induced. Nobody told you to quit your job, we told you not to. Nobody told you to take a vacation you're pretending stressed you to hell, we told you not to. Nobody told you to take days laying around after it, we told you not to. Nobody told you to build up compound lies to the point it was more work to maintain than the actual work, we even gave you doors out like, jigs up man we're just asking you to be honest.

One hell of a bad month. Yeah, it's called realizing there's consequences for your actions and nobody buying your BS anymore.

I didn't *ask* to have all my advice be ignored by my supposed partner. I didn't *ask* to have the original stability investor dip while this fuckwad was out of town. I didn't *ask* to have my timelines screwed. I didn't *ask* to be underequipped because this bananahead decided he neither had to do work or invest to our original agreements. I didn't ask or choose these things. These were things thrust upon me by flaky people that have made it so the idea of profit is going sailing out the window this entire first wave, and now I have to hear the lament of the shithead that fucked everything up by being competitively lazy how bad his life is with no job and all his friends mad at him and any kind of basic accountability or real world repurcussions of actions. Oh, no, I don't have to hear it, because he fucking bounced offline after getting nailed down again, because he won't even do me that justice.

When I listed everyone's investments and/or labor, and he was really sitting at being $40 in at the start and no more, no labor, nothing, everyone else picking what he said he'd do both business and labor, that was it. And I pinned it in like, riddle me this guy, you declared you'd be CEO even when I said no and you insisted. You are acting as if you are part owner here. But you've done literally none of it. You say you wanna take care of your ex girlfriend but um, she's put in way more than you have. Why are you the owner then and she not? Because of the work you didn't do? Why did you try to withhold ownership share from Sarah, who put in about the same? Ownership of what? the first $40 worth of dirt? My guy we even already have other dirt. You literally own nothing here, invested nothing here, did nothing here, and know nothing about the industry. You aren't the one with the customers. Where on earth do you think you are pulling a lifelong salary out of this? Your crazy ex girlfriend owns more of this than you. You aren't a couple anymore. She put in her money, not yours. Where do you get off acting like YOU are going to take care of HER? No, my guy. *I'm* going to take care of her, now that I realized I need to cut you out of this shit wholesale. I'm starting to see why she fuckin dumped you. no, my guy, she'll get her payment back on agreement, and once this settles down we'll figure out if she wants it back with the flat agreed rate and incentive or some sort of partial share. You can... figure out where you went wrong here. Get a job to make $500 to invest too late to not have it taken. Figure out how to justify a $1200 retainer you're asking, for work you haven't done. You are literally trying to ride everyone else and standing in front of the line for money while the rest of us dump in 4 digits to get this rolling and you expect to pull 4 digits out for LITERALLY. NOTHING.

Like. Why are you an owner or CEO. What have you done. Why do you think you get this but your ex doesn't when she put in the actual money. When we all did. Explain to me how this does not add up to exploitation in your head, then sit there realizing, YOUR bad month was self induced, *my* bad monthS is *because* of you.

Waiting for him to figure out how to even respond to "So yeah. Once I pull anything it goes in MY bank for MY business with MY product that I sell to MY customers. Then I choose how to invest in MY business for MY better result so I don't have to suffer like this again while being trapped under slave labor conditions and work hazards pulling off the literal impossible and unable to maintain another job. Then, once MY business is stable, and appropriately equipped to even run at a smaller scale, I work on paying off MY investors according to MY arrangement."

Because aside from the ex gf that dumped him in the middle of this that flaked but was convinced back? The one he thinks he deserves the money before? All these folks are MINE and MY connections and communicating with ME and supporting ME because they know ME. The customers, the business associations, the business registration, licensing, this shit is *literally* all mine. The money in it is either mine or my friends as investors. The fucking privileged audacity of this shithead. "well I wanna take care of Gen" well you better find another job, shithead. I'll be taking care of her in the meantime.

She doesn't want you "taking care of her." That's why she fuckin dumped you. "Oh but she's been good to me" and you're going to be good to her and get out of the way of the money that's rightfully hers, you don't get to proxy it through you to control it, what the genuine piss.

[manga4ever5349]

Our life: beginning and always

10 things you should know about: Baxter x Felicia

1. Both are not morning persons.

They no big fans of mornings in general and mornings routines.

With great difficulty they wake up each other up.

Baxter goes to the bathroom and does his morning facial care routine. Felicia makes coffee, hot chocolate and very simple breakfast for two.

Felicia joins Baxter in bathroom too go to the toilet maybe even help him with his the last step on the facial cream.

They also likes to take shower together.

Go to the breakfast table drink and eat.

Take on the clothes they both had prepared the day before. (Felicia likes help him with his tie and maybe one day she will succeed without help)

Around here one of them stay at home or going together to the car.

If both have work hand in hand they go together to their shared car.

If one of them has an day off they usually let the other one sleep in.

2. Take the opportunities as it goes.

They have already miss so much time together so any given opportunity they get. They will take.

3. Summer and autumn are now their favourite season.

4. Pepe le pew is officially Baxter nickname.

Sure it was an meant as an joke from Liz but now Felicia now calls him that as an nickname. Which made Baxter start calling Felicia darling just because she smiles and laughs at the nickname.

5. Felicia have an morning and end of the day drink routine.

Hot chocolate in the morning and tea at nights. Baxter knows it an makes it for her. “Hot chocolate in the morning are for begin the day happy. While Tea gives you peace and an calm mind to end the day.”

6. They go on regularly cheap but cozy dates together both at home and outside.

Bowling (outside)

Dance (baxter workplace)

Cafe/Restaurant/take out.

Movie nights (outside/home)

Hotel cabinets. (Cheap but cozy)

Walks around town.

Laying puzzles at home.

Karaoke night (at home)

Baking at home.

Try new sweets

Icecream trucks

And the list goes on. Through car adventures are what they both do like the most.

7. Baxter and Felicia let’s faith decide the different sweets/desserts at cafe/restaurants.

Felicia does have an incredible big sweet tooth which Baxter thinks are adorable. However whenever they deciding their sweets/desserts they can be pretty much undecided. Five or more oppositions ends in an long decision making.

Sometimes they ends up choosing it by picking an random number or flip an coin to decide which treats to get.

As long as its no liqueur Felicia are happy.

8. They now own an white cat named Poppy together.

It was originally Felicia cat from the beginning but after moving together they now share the responsibility of Poppy the cat. Felicia named the cat Poppy because of the hill behind her childhood house. They sometimes forgets Poppy’s gender as Felicia was going to name the cat Poppy regardless of it.

Poppy are an friendly, cuddle and calm cat.

9. They enjoy dancing together.

At home, at his work, at clubs and family parties. Baxter have now founds his dance-partner for life.

10. Felicia have an tendency to over feed Baxter with sweets.

He gain about 20 pounds the first half year of leaving together as an results of Felicia gets very concern about her concerns of eating habits in the early mornings.

“This is for you Pepe le pew.” She smiles as she hands him an carefully homemade or bought breakfast snack boxes for him to take to work. It always was a lot of bakery stuff example: muffins, cupcakes, cakes, buns and pies. You name it.

She doesn’t mind him gaining some extra pounds as she loves him regardless of his weight. But she does want to keep him with her for as long as possible.

So she also makes him an sureprise fruit salads instead and breakfast sandwiches pack with vegetables too.

Baxter have never once complained about the snack boxes as he does look forward what sureprise she had gifted him everyday.

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[stitchwitchsapprentice]

On Converting to Judaism: May 2023

In August 2022, I walked into my synagogue and announced "I'm not Jewish, but I would like to be." It had taken me nearly two years to get here. I had decided to convert during the COVID-19 pandemic, while living in a town of about 5,000. As you can imagine, there were not a lot of resouces available. After about six months of listening to podcasts and reading things online, I made contact with the rabbi at one synagogue over an hour away from my house. The drive time didn't matter much, since they were mostly still meeting online, but the next summer, the congregation dissovled, due to lack of attendance. 

This was how I found my way to Temple Shalom, also over an hour drive from my house, though in a different direction. The members of the synagogue were happy to have me and jumped to share any resources they could, from the temple library to showing me to how find an Introduction to Judaism class online. Online because, as they warned me, they weren't particularly well-equipped for conversion students. It was a small community, and they expected their visiting rabbi about once a month from out of state. In short, we don't have a lot of Jews here. What we do have a lot of, surprisingly, are converts.

My first few visits, I met two other potential converts, and shortly after high holidays, a third showed up. Soon, it seemed that every other person I spoke to at Temple Shalom was part of our rapidly growing group, and by the time the rabbi arrived to meet with us in October, we had fourteen names on the considering conversion list.

To be fair, we've lost a few along the way. At our most recent meeting, we had just over half that number. And yet, over the last year we have collectively attended high holidays, the Passover Seder, and the Purim carnival. We've played majong and Jewish D&D. We've learned how to make challah and hamentaschen. We've counted the omer, lit Chanukah candles, and we're planning a late night Torah study for Shavout. Anyone attending service on a Friday night can expect to see at least five or six of us, and we're often the last to leave. We've been known to stand in the parking lot, even in the dead of winter, having one last talmudic discussion before saying our final goodbyes. In short, we've become a staple of the community.

And our community responded. This little synagogue, with its visiting rabbi, that doesn't typically have conversions, is preparing for several, which may happen all at once. Right now, this involves putting together an online group, so we can all communicate more regularly, with each other, and with the rabbi. Later, it will involve logistical planning, likely including a two-hour group trip to the nearest mikvah.

I am told our group is uncommon. And while I don't have any other experience to judge by, I suppose it is odd that eight or ten people living in the same area independently decided to convert to Judaism within a few months of each other. As an additional potential oddity, I would like to add that none of us seem to have Jewish partners. I started openly pursuing conversion at the same time I was preparing for my wedding, but rather than one being the cause of the other, these life changes were coincidence. Two of the other members of my cohort have mentioned girlfriends, neither of whom are Jewish or converting, but both of whom are highly supportive. I've met one of them, as she sometimes attends service, but the rest of us typically arrive solo.

But coming by ourselves does not mean we're in this alone. We're sharing books and podcasts with one another, and having discussions like: What it does it mean to keep shabbat and make it separate from other days of the week? What is our intention behind behind keeping kosher or wearing a kippah? And how to do we discuss our new religion with our families and co-workers? For many of us, the answers to each of these questions will differ, but the very Jewish practice of discussing them collectively is often how we reach said answers. I cannot imagine a better way to convert.

When I first began to consider conversion, almost three years ago, the task looked insurmountable, but I guess you could say God made it happen. In short, there may not be a lot of Jews here, but we're about to get a whole lot more, and I am so very proud to be one of them.

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[0nlinejournal]

11:18pm

Finally got my hands on some compressed air and fixed my shift key!

I've been feeling kind of off today. My friend came to town to pick up some sunglasses he left at my place, and to buy some necessities for his home since his ex (that he is still living with) decided to ransack his room and bathroom in order to take anything that she paid for.

It was nice to see him, and after we shopped and I picked up a few items I was needing as well, we headed to our favorite bar to meet up with a couple of friends to peruse the handful of pop-up shops at the bar today. The bar is beer garden-like, no real inside area and lots of wooden benches.

It was too humid to stay out for long, so we all ended up departing after a couple of waters and my friend and I headed to grab a slice of pizza at the establishment my boyfriend works. That was a short outing as well, and I was soon home and alone and then off to clean the tattoo shop after having scrolled on TikTok for longer than I would have liked to.

But I was anxious that my boyfriend was upset with me throughout the entirety of the day. He wasn't, spoiler alert, but all day I felt this impending dread that I was going to be in trouble for something. I haven't spoken about this yet, I think because I'm fearful of speaking of my partner in any ill manner to people who don't have the full picture, but I decided in my last post to not monitor my thoughts, so I won't.

For a bit of context, my boyfriend is fantastic in every other regard than what I am about to speak on. We've been dating for about six months, and sprinkled throughout this time I have upset him in ways that were unexpected to me. Like on my end, I will be going about my merry day, still texting him to keep him updated and have brief chats, and then I can feel his mood shift, and he's expressing to me that I've upset him somehow. I do have a bit of an issue with getting immediately defensive, but if someone is upset with me and I don't see a valid reason, I don't want to be in trouble. I think my brain is still viewing it through the lens of my mother being upset at the world and turning that anger onto me without any real cause.

But anyway, he's gotten upset with me for not inviting him to a brunch when I hadn't yet specified it was a gal's brunch (and mind you I was already at the brunch when he finally woke up), for ending up at the mall later that day when he had invited me to the mall and I had said I was busy at the time, for asking my neighbor instead of him if he had any special fixes for our hotel ac units since mine was turning on when it was meant to be off, and for arriving a bit too late to his first shift at a new job when he unexpectedly got cut early and I missed seeing him work his first shift. These were all very stark shifts in his temper. Where to me, I thought everything was fine, only to find out that he was upset and it's my fault. And I always apologize, but never enough, I guess? So his poor disposition continues for longer than I'd like, and I either make things worse with me trying to logically fix it, or he feels better after hours of conversation and us trying to get on the same page.

Now, people are different and I understand this. I am very open to talking and trying to figure out what I can do better to not accidentally upset him, but today I was scared. Not scared of him, per se, but just scared I was going to do something wrong. I felt anxious the entire day that I was just going to get a text that he was upset with me. It gives me a pit in my stomach to think that I could just be existing, and in one second I'm fine, and the next I am in trouble for a seemingly (to me at least?) perfectly normal action. I'm so anxious and it makes me feel nauseated.

To add another layer to this, I'm terrified of feeling this way all of the time. The anxiety hadn't gotten to me until yesterday when I had asked my neighbor about the ac unit and got told that I had upset him by asking my neighbor and not him. It was just so strange and out of the blue for me. And, to his credit, he quickly lifted himself out of that funk. Maybe 10 minutes of sitting in silence after I apologized for upsetting him and he was good. But I feel as though the unexpectedness with these mundane life interactions that have upset him is going to haunt me.

The anxiety that I could be accused of wrongdoing at any point will ride on my shoulders with me throughout my days. At least, that's what I'm worried about currently. I have felt what it's like to walk on eggshells constantly from my experience living with my mother (I moved out at 24), and I am absolutely terrified of feeling that constant worry again. I am so scared of that feeling. It is so heavy.

Today that anxiety was not met reality, and I felt silly. And I hope that today was just a day where my brain was reacting to my past and applying it to the present, and not something that will stick with me. I also hope that that anxiety will not be fulfilled continuously, that this reaction can be proven wrong by my partner. He is so willing to communicate, and we do have long talks about how we can both do better for each other. It's just that he wants to be around me when he's upset with me, and he does need a moment of silence without me trying to immediately fix things, and that's hard for me to do. I personally take my moments to calm down, alone, so as not to subject another person to my negativity for the moments I am saturated in it, but he wants to be with me. It's hard for me, but I'm trying to give him what he told me he needs in those moments.

This was a lot more than I meant to write. I don't feel like editing or making sure I'm saying things perfectly. This is a journal to get my thoughts out there and to help my mind. This is definitely a jumbled post, I don't know if I organized my thoughts well. Apologies if that is so. I am going to head to bed soon.

I hope you have a lovely night.

11:59pm

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[crystal-in-nagasaki]

crochet club with my pals :)

During my time in Omura as an ALT, I've been so lucky to make some amazing friends with similar interests as me. One of those interests is crocheting! If you read one of my first posts on this blog, you'll know that I whiled away my final quarantine days in the US before my departure to Japan making a huge colorful cardigan out of yarn. Since my time in Japan has started, I've met many friends interested in crocheting and knitting, and we started an ALT crochet club of sorts in my town. I wanted to share a little about the experience here!

Our very first crochet club meeting was deemed to be a "stitch and bitch," so essentially we drank a lot of wine, complained about our lives, and crocheted. Some of my friends were new to crochet but interested in learning, so my very talented friend Roni and I tried to teach them the basics. At this gathering, we mostly just got drunk and not much crocheting was done, but it was very fun. Literally the only picture I have from this day is my friend Chrystal very drunk with a tiny crocheted hat on.

A year or more passed before we had another crochet club meeting. We decided to reinstate the club with more focus on actual crocheting and less focus on getting shitfaced and met on weekday nights instead. We usually would order takeout or cook something together, then crochet with some kind of trashy reality TV show playing in the background.

We would sometimes crochet in different places, usually rotating between everyone's houses so each person could take turns hosting. Eventually some of our Japanese friends joined and we got to spend time at their homes with their families eating homecooked meals.

Once or twice we also crocheted while having a picnic outside!

That was also the day I tried to make my cat-loving coworker a birthday gift, and brought this monstrosity into the world.

Needless to say, I didn't give it to her, but Kiwi dug it out of wherever I had it socked away and it has become one of his favorite toys <3

In October of last year, we got to do something really special. Our friend and coordinator got us a spot in a tent at a local festival, and we got to sell some of the things we made. It was really exciting. I made small flower earrings and my friends made many other things like bags, stuffed animals, scrunchies, scarves, and hats. I didn't make much money and I think I only sold two pairs of earrings (both to people I know haha) but it was a really cool experience. My partner even bought some of my earrings to support me :')

If you've noticed, I haven't shared much of what I've created from crochet club in this blog post, and the reason is because there isn't much. I hit a wall with my crocheting early on and kept making mistake after mistake after mistake. I wanted to just give up on ever crocheting again because I couldn't make anything great like my very talented friends were making. It was really awful and I felt really down on myself. But when I decided to make earrings for the festival in October, I finally was able to make something I was proud of for the first time in a long time. Now I'm trying hard not to compare myself too much to others and just try to improve my skills one step at time. And most importantly, I want to have fun! Of course crochet should be fun and not stressful. So I want to take it easy and just enjoy the process more.

The friends I've made here are amazing, and I'm so grateful to spend time with them doing the things we love together. I hope we can keep enjoying crochet together for the rest of this year before I return home <3

Thanks for reading!

[ziracona]

Played Aways Sometimes Monsters. As is tradition, was telling my closest work friend the story when we had downtime at work. There’s three of us in the room, her, me, and the youngest staff member.

Anyway, I go through the whole thing—I got a book deal, but it comes and it’s only for me not my writing partner and me, so I cut him out like a scumbag. But I can’t deliver. I end up being dumped by my boyfriend, and can’t make rent, end up on the street for a night. I deserve this. Then my ex, the mothetfucker, less than a /year/ after our breakup, sends me an invite /to his WEDDING/. Like BRO?!? I mean you’re free but to /invite me/??? Like. Anyway, it’s also at my favorite venue ever? Insult to injury.

I’m like fuck it. I’m gonna go. This is some weird game to him? I’ll play.

I have to get money for a bus ticket though. Friend running a rock show is letting me roadie. His junky gf shows up, trying to give him heroine but he’s trying to go clean, so I flush it. She ends up in the hospital bc he breaks up with her though and then we’re scrambling to try and get this classist addict hating doctor to save her. We end up finding photos of him doing some shit and blackmail. Girl is okay, I pay for their rehab. I barely save enough to get my apartment back, have nothing for a ticket now though. My publisher check comes, and it’s for like 250 bc I am a fuckup who didn’t write the book. Call my publisher to cry about my ex and he’s like “okay I’m a sucker for drama” bc he’s the Regina George of everyone’s secrets and decides to help me get a gig to find the ticket. I break a case doing temp work for the news helping some people keep their apartments, and then make friends with this suicidal ex ad agency guy so I actually get a ride to the next few towns over—looking up, right? — okay but like. Shit just keep happening—oh and it’s worse right? My ex? When we were in college and best friends, Sam my writing partner, we were like “bro as long as we’re together it’ll be okay” like I’m the /worst/. He asked me to wingman a guy and I was like sure bro and I tried but the guy said he didn’t like Sam and liked me, and I passed bc bros before hoes, but he keeps coming back and I get stuck helping him set up a telescope during an asteroid shower and he kisses me and I don’t know at the time but Sam sees so yeah? The ex? It’s Sam’s crush. Like /literally/ what is wrong with me.

—anyway, I go through the story in this manner clear to ‘so the wedding invitation? Marcel - the ex - goes ‘I didn’t send it’ and Sam steps in and is like ‘I did!’ THATS WHO HES MARYING. And like I deserve it but damn. Anyway he’s got a book deal now with MY publisher Larry, a way better one, and is marrying my ex, and Sam is like “I couldn’t get married without my best friend ^u^” and I can’t tell if he’s fucking with me or God’s most oblivious man but I’m like ‘fair either way’ so I help him pick a suit for the wedding and we go to his bachelor party in Vegas. Right. Last day, my publisher is like ‘you know how I asked for the journal you keep bc I need /a/ book and I’m gonna make something out of it even if it sucks? We on?’ and I’m like ‘all yours bro.’ It’s my last shot at a career. End of day he gets it. and I’ve written a lot so fingers crossed. But anyway I can’t find Sam and I was blackout drunk last night but I’m up 600 so I hit blackjack *pause to explain to coworker how to play blackjack* go back to my room after some real once in a lifetime king shit wins, and Sam is tearing it apart and I’m like bro?! And he’s like “where is your journal!” And I’m like? And this guard comes in with a gun and we get taken to the back and apparently my boy got so black out drunk last night that he stumbled into the high stakes room and lost 10 thousand dollars and he’s like “please please I need your journal my advance from Larry is 10k and if I turn it in as my work, he gives it to me, and I give the Casino their cash, instead of getting shot” and I’m like I’m “THEY SHOOT CASINO THIEVES?” anyway like it would ruin my career to bail on Larry again but I’d do it for Sam, but I was /killing/ it in blackjack just now so I’m like ‘actually I’ll just pay’ bc I just won 30 grand in blackjack-‘

And the kid coworker gasps SO loud and I realize only here that everything I’ve said, me being as she knows, also a writer, is just /barely/ plausible enough that she, having missed the ‘so there’s this game’ part of the convo, thinks that I am both god’s worst scumbag friend who just came into 30k in Vegas, and that she has been party to the most scalding tea of her entire life the last hour

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Redefining family; 2022 in review.

In November of 2021 my long-term relationship ended, and life started on a new adventure. One that put my writing goals in the rear view for the time being and sent me in a direction that I couldn’t have envisioned a few years ago.

Lets start with some backstory. I was in a Polyamorous “Vee” relationship. For those that don’t know what this means is that me and another girl were both in a relationship with the same man but not romantically involved with each other. Think roommates with the same boyfriend and you’ll get close to our living arrangement.

My relationship had become unsustainable many years before, but I am stubborn. I stuck it out for another 5 or 6 years. You know, I just had to make sure to beat that dead horse to a pulp, nothing left to save. My ex (My children’s father) was given a medical marijuana card for pain management and after some research decided there was a strain for everything and quit taking his medications.  The story has changed about a dozen times in the past year, sometimes he was sick and forgot to take it, sometimes he was out, sometimes he took it but threw it up. Whatever the result was the same. He was off his mood stabilizers. The person he became was one I was not going to continue to put up with. Stupid is one word for it, dangerously reckless is another, borderline sociopath is another. He totaled our car on the way to pick up pot brownies. (Still went and got the brownies), ended up in the hospital for not taking his meds, aimed a gun at our son. (He doesn’t see anything wrong with it because, “The gun was unloaded, it was as safe as pointing my finger at him.) The last straw was the last straw in a haystack that had been building for years. Messing with my kid is a deal breaker, for both me and the other girl in our relationship.

We took him to his mom’s and left him there.  I tried to take the kids to see him at least once a week. We went for his birthday and for Christmas. But it really felt like I was trying to hold together their relationship for them when he didn’t care.

At home it was me, the other girl, and the two kids trying to figure out where we stand now that our poly relationship was no longer tying us together.

Then 2022 started.  In January we made a trip to the Austin area to visit some friends. I knew by the end of the trip that she’d be in Austin by the end of the year. She moved out in April.

I had a choice to make, I could stay, doing the same job I’d done for 18 years, living in the town that I grew up in, driving the same roads that I always knew, or I could go to Austin and start over. If I stayed, I knew I would never leave again. That choosing to stay was choosing to stay forever. If I went…who knows?

My kids made the decision for me. My daughter started carrying around a picture of her and asking for her Momma. My son cried because he missed her so much, and me, well I felt like I’d lost my best friend. I started job hunting.

I had a couple interviews, which lead to a couple offers. I picked the one that I liked the best. They work me hard, but I enjoy the work, and the environment is very supportive, that goes a long way.  

My son started introducing the other girl as his Stepmom. My daughter still sometimes calls her Momma, and we had to redefine our relationship. I call her my partner most of the time. If people ask, I tell them she’s my non-romantic/ non-sexual life partner, that gets some looks. Best friend helping me raise my kids, gets fewer looks. We’re still redefining what family means for us, but I think we’re figuring it out.

A couple things did fall by the wayside this year. I wrote very little. (83,000 words compared to 200,000 as my usual per year) I also read very little. 2022 was the first year that I haven’t updated my good reads account. Mostly because all of the books I read were to my baby. I did finally go in a few days ago and input those children’s books, because I did read them. A lot. Dinosaur in Trouble I can literally quote word for word without ever turning a page.

I did start a book, that became my Nanowrimo project this year.

It’s been a weird year, but a good one for me. I have spent a lot of time exploring my new home and all the things that I never would have gotten to experience if I hadn’t really taken the time to look at what mattered the most. My family.  

I’m excited to see what the future will hold for us.

[lokis-little-fawn]

Paging Doctor Laufeyson

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Paring: Dark!Therapist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: Your therapist Doctor Laufeyson had always been easy on the eye but sternly professional. Will he help you discover your darkest desires?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, unprotected sex, male masturbation, dark af Loki, abuse of authority

Inspired by the amazing fic written by @yagurlrosie which you can read here!

“I don’t know Doctor Laufeyson, I’ve been with him for five years and it feels like the spark we had is gone” you say, well aware that the end of your session is looming. You’d been visiting Doctor Loki Laufeyson for the last few months, your life had become overwhelming and your romantic relationship had been waining for some time.

“You say the spark is gone, can you elaborate?” He questions, a fountain pen held between his dexterous fingers and a open black notebook placed in his lap.

“We don’t do anything exciting anymore, every day is the same and.. um.. I’m also bored in the bedroom department” you say, the last part of your sentence being muttered off quietly. Doctor Laufeyson’s free hand now placed in a fist placed just under his nose while looking at you intensely, his first covering his thin beautiful lips as he waits for you to continue.

“It’s just so bland, I’d love him to try something different, anything different. I want to feel desired and sexy and empowered. I just want more” you say, feeling more and more guilty as the words slip from your mouth, your face flushed slightly, Doctor Laufeyson writing a few notes in his book.

“Thank you for opening up about that Y/N, I know that must have been difficult” he replies, just as a gentle toned alarm goes off.

“Ah, that must be our time. I’ll see you the same time next week Miss Y/L/N” he states as you collect your things and say your goodbyes. Doctor Laufeyson walks you safely from his home office and to the separate front door that is only used for clients, making your way through it you get into your car and make your way home.

A few days later you’ve been preparing for a party, you and your best friend have been planning it for a while. You hadn’t really had a birthday party since you were a child and because of this, you were going all out. You’d spend the afternoon getting ready together and just before guests were about to arrive you both realised that although you had brought a lot of alcohol, you definitely hadn’t brought enough. You’d already had a few drinks by the time you decided you needed to go out and buy more.

Leaving your fully decorated flat that you shared with your partner, you both strut down the street as if the world was your runway. You’d both dressed up to the absolute nines, all eyes were on you and you drank in the moment. You knew that this feeling was mostly because you were together, you always had the most fun with your best friend and it was as if your excited energy bounced off each other. You wore a tightly fitted, pastel pink draped dress that had rhinestone details on the thin straps, this pared with some light pink heels. Your hair curled in a vintage style and your makeup done immaculately. Your best friend wore almost the same outfit only shorter and black, her hair pulled up in a slick stylish ponytail.

“Okay so we need more snacks, ice and most importantly more vodka” she says reading from the list she’d written on her phone as she grabbed a trolley. Entering the supermarket you felt very overdressed even though you had gone to one of the fancier options in town.

“I’ll get the snacks and ice, you grab the drinks?” She asks, you nod in reply as you make your way down one of the well lit isles. Grabbing two bottles of Grey Goose you make your way back down to find your friend, looking down at your feet making sure you didn’t trip in your heels you accidentally collide with a tall well dressed man.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You say immediately as you step away from him before you’ve even looked up, his arm immediately darting out to catch your hand before you can fall.

“Your apology is unnecessary Miss Y/L/N” you hear the deep familiar voice say as you steady yourself, your other hand wrapped around his strong arm.

“Mr Laufeyson, what a coincidence!” You say with a bold smile. You feel his gaze travel down your body before snapping back up to meet your face.

“It’s my birthday, I’m just grabbing a few things before people arrive” you continue as you let go of his arm. He looks as he does in your usual sessions, the dark suit he always wears is usually complimented by a jacket. But now the jacket is draped carefully over the handlebars of his food filled trolly, his shirt fitting perfectly, outlining his immaculate physique and bulging pectorals.

“Well that explains your beautiful appearance Miss Y/L/N” he says stepping towards you with an almost lust filled tone before he steps back and readjusts himself. His face immediately spread with worry, knowing he has overstepped his professional boundaries although still certain that he meant what he said. Your face lighting up at his words, a smile spread across your flushed cheeks. Just as he goes to speak again he is interrupted by your intruding best friend.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I’ve got everything on the list, you ready to go?” She asks, your eye contact with the stunning doctor uninterrupted.

“Who’s this?” She asks, scanning him up and down, a cheeky undertone to her voice.

“This is Doctor Laufeyson, my therapist I’ve told you about, Doctor this is my best friend Y/B/F’s/N” you reply introducing them.

“It was great to see you Doctor Laufeyson, we should really get going” you say blushing as you shuffle on your feet preparing to walk on your pointed shoes.

“A pleasure as always Miss Y/L/N” he says politely as you smile and begin to walk away.

“Enjoy your meat, I know I would!” Your friend says to him and winks provocatively, pointing to something in his cart, as you slap her on the arm gently.

“That’s just disrespectful, you don’t even know the man!” You say a few meters away from him, you hear his dark chuckle behind you as you walk away.

Doctor Laufeyson continued his day as usual, his mind filled with thoughts of his encounter with you. He had tried to push the thoughts down a few times knowing that it was wrong to be thinking so deeply into your meeting, but it was of no use. By the end of the night he had been consistently thinking of you for the majority of his day as he sat at his wooden desk in his office, reading through your typed up notes from your last session. Pouring himself a large helping of red wine into an elegant crystal glass he takes a sip, his mind replaying watching you walk away. Your form fitting dress clinging to every curve, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the supermarket while you talked to him, almost visible through the thin fabric of your dress.

His imagination running away from him as he starts to envision you coming to his office dressed like that or better yet, naked. He pictures fucking you over his desk, for-filling your every kinky craving, making you feel sexy and desired just as you wished.

In the dimly lit office, as his fantasy drowned out any ill feeling he previously had he feels himself hardening within the constraints of his suit trousers, the sensation only fanning the flames of his desire for you. Palming himself through the dark fabric of his trousers he can already feel a wet patch forming, his pre cum seeping through the expensive fabric.

His wandering hands hastily unclasping the buttons of his trousers he pulls his length free from its constraints, quickly springing free and leaving a trail of liquid on his now untucked shirt. Once free his hand works it’s way down his thick shaft, his thumb rolls over the tip spreading his pre cum over the head of his cock.

Sliding his hand down again his heart rate increases as a stifled moan escapes his lips, his eyes scanning the page in front of him picking out words you’d previously said that fuel his fantasy. His free hand gripping down on his thigh imagining you placed on your knees under his desk, your mouth wrapped around his length as he thrusts into your throat.

The noises he imagines you making flooding his head, the moans you’d try and hold in as he slips his length inside you for the first time, the way your tight entrance would grip down on him. His pace increasing on his length he feels his climax building, his free hand now gripping around his balls harshly trying to prolong the inevitable. Picturing your climax pushes him over the edge, his pleasure flooding over him as his hot liquid spills from his tip. His grunts echoing off the walls of his office as he orgasms, the hot ropes of cum coating his chest, mostly settling on the black tie he still wears around his neck.

After cleaning himself up he gulps down the last of his wine and makes his way to bed. He had expected to feel worry, guilt even, but now he still felt nothing but desire. The want to please you, to feel your breath on his neck as he fucks you. As he falls asleep his mind is still filled with thoughts of you, playing over his next move as he slips into slumber.

The remainder of the week dragged by slowly for both of you. Your party was amazing but you had spent most of your week thinking about the way he had called you ‘beautiful’, the way he looked in his shirt and the way his strong hand gripped around your wrist. Loki had also thought about you as a client and otherwise. Almost every night since your encounter he had rehearsed what he’d say to you in his head, he was absolutely certain of what he wanted and he knew he was about to break the golden rule, never ever sleep with a client.

As Wednesday rolled around you made your way to his office, you were happily his last client of the day.

“Miss Y/L/N, welcome” he says as he gestures for you to come inside, you hang your coat up on the coat rack and place your bag on the floor next to your chair. Today you had decided on wearing something that vaguely matched the dress you’d worn on your last encounter with him, a much more casual fitted dress and heeled boots.

“So, how was your week?” He asks formally as he sits in his chair, grabbing his fountain pen and notebook as usual.

“It was fine, my party went well. I’m sorry if I overstepped the last time I saw you Doctor Laufeyson, I didn’t mean to” you say shyly as you blush, heat flooding your cheeks.

“Please, call me Loki. And do not worry yourself, I’m merely concerned about you. Tell me, did you reignite the spark between you and your partner?” He asks as his fist returns to his upper lip as always, serious as ever. You feel your blush growing at his asking for you to use his first name.

“No, if anything it’s been worse. Ive been thinking about what I want and.. this isn’t it” you say, your vulnerability overwhelms you as you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“And what is it that you want?” He asks, his long legs spread open, his note book resting on one thigh as he readjusts himself in his chair.

“Uhm, I.. I don’t know..” your mind suddenly flustered, you knew exactly what you wanted right up until the moment you walked into his office. Now all you feel is uneasy, his piercing blue gaze roaming over your body without a hint of concealment as you shift uncomfortably in your place.

“Would you like to explore that further with me Y/N? To discover what it is that you truly desire?” He asks, his words laced with a tone you can’t quite place, but whatever it is it’s something you’d never heard from him before.

“Uh, yes. I think so” Your reply sounding almost like a question rather than a certain statement.

“Then come here, let me help you” he says as his large hand pats his thigh, a sign for you to come and sit with him. His request is much more of a demand as his previously blue eyes are now blown almost entirely black with lust.

You walk tentatively over to him, the short distance between you feeling like a mile as you will your feet to carry you. As you reach him you slowly sit yourself down in his lap, perched on one of his thighs, your legs pressed tightly together as they hang over his. With one large hand be snaps his notebook closed causing you to jump, placing the notebook and pen onto the floor beside his chair. As soon as his hands are free’d he snakes one arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. Your side now pressed firmly against his chest your hands reach out to steady yourself on his chest, your knee now almost touching the inside of his upper thigh as you feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Be a good girl and undo my tie for me wouldn’t you?” He asks as his other hand gathers your fitted skirt, his fingers grazing up your inner thigh softly.

“Uhm.. D..Doctor Laufeyson.. I’m not so sure about this..” you say, every request he makes making you feel more uneasy by the second.

“Don’t you trust me darling? I am a trained professional after all, I’m only doing what I think is best for you. I assure you” the seriousness now returned to his voice, his movement stilling for a second waiting for you to either comply or run. The uneasy feeling you previously felt now seeping into him as he is once again reminded of the professional nature of your relationship and the boundaries he is swiftly breaking.

This thought crosses his mind for only a moment as you reach up and begin to loosen his tie before pulling it from around his neck. You hold the tie up to him waiting for another command.

“Drop it, now undo my shirt” he demands, his voice still serious as his fingers once again begin to move up your thigh.

Your uncertain hands undo the buttons on his shirt, each one popping open to reveal more of his toned chest. You can feel your wetness gathering as his fingers move, every strategic movement accumulating in your rapidly growing arousal.

“Good girl, now kiss me” he growls, his hand on around your waist travelling up to the back of your neck, gripping you and holding you in place. You realise that every move he has you making, although instructed by him, has ultimately been your decision. In his position of power over you, you know that he is taking advantage of your vulnerability, but god does it feel good to surrender your control to him.

You lean in to kiss him, placing a light peck onto his lips, the grip on your neck tightens as he pulls you down further to him. Within seconds his lips are on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, desperate for you almost as if he’d never been touched. His free hand leaving your thigh now darting to your chest, diving under the soft fabric of your dress as he grasps your breast. His thumb flicking over your rapidly hardening bud, he moans into your kiss. His sound vibrating through your core, you can almost feel your sensitive nub between your legs throb for attention.

Both of your moans now echoing around the room he pulls your dress over your head, the fabric hitting the floor as he drops it. His eyes taking in your semi nude form for the first time his fingers digging into your sensitive skin as his mind runs away with all of the sinful things he wishes to do to you.

Without direction your hands travel down the length of his torso to the belt around his waist, his eyes darting back to your face as a wicked smile spreads across his lips. Unbuckling the belt you make quick work of the buttons on his trousers, quickly pushing your hand underneath the fabric of his waistband as his length springs free into your grip.

“What a quick leaner you are little one” he growls villainously. In his mind he imagined taking you for hours, teasing you with his cock in your mouth, but now in the moment he wants nothing more than to sheath himself inside of your wet velvet walls.

Pushing the crotch your panties to the side he lifts you to straddle him, your face pressed against his in a never ending kiss as he runs his cock through your sensitive folds.

“Your so wet for me, is this what you wanted all this time sweet thing? For your Doctor to fix you by fucking you?” He asks, the words coming out as more of a statement of his feelings rather than a confirmation of your own. Never the less he is right, you’ve fantasised about this all week and now as you nod in reply you can only pray he keeps touching you.

With another villainous smile he thrusts himself up inside of you, quickly starting to move giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion. Your hands now placed on his shoulders you almost scream into his kiss as your nails dig into his skin, the sensation of being speared on his cock overwhelming you.

You slowly begin to move with him, riding his length on top of him, your mutual moans vibrating through you bodies as if electricity ran rampant through your veins. Your clit rubbing against his lower abdomen as you grind yourself down onto him. His grip on your hips tightening as you feel your walls begin to grip him at the first flutter of your growing orgasm.

With this Loki lifts you both from the chair and places you onto his desk, his length still buried inside of you. Placing you down his arm swipes away most of the contents of the desk, the few remaining items rocking as he thrusts into you.

Your orgasm quickly building teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he moves within you, he can feel your walls gripping him tightly.

“Cum for me sweet thing, cum on my cock” he demands as his hand leaves your hip and begins to circle your throbbing bud. With minimal effort your orgasm is pulled from you, the feeling washing over your body as you cry out his name, desperate for any shred of affection he is willing to give you. His lips meet yours once again as you ride out the after shocks of your climax on his length, now over sensitive each movement is amplified, your wetness squelching with every thrust.

His pace quickly increases, determined to ride out his own high within you as he had fantasised.

“Fuck, you feel extraordinary wrapped around me sweet thing, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this. It’s so much better when it’s real” he grunts into your ear, chanting the last line as if it were a prayer. The thought of him fantasising about you filling you with both arousal and terror. How long had he been thinking of you like this? Had it impacted how he treated you before? You had so many questions circling in your mind but right now they were all background noise as you felt your second climax building in his frenzied assault on your heat.

His thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate, you feel his length twitching inside you desperate for release as he once again begins to circle your clit.

“I’m going to cum inside you little one, you feel too good to pull out” he growls as you feel yourself tighten around him again, your pulsating walls drawing him in further.

With a final frenzied thrust he cums within you, coating your walls with his liquid. The feeling draws your second climax from you, orgasming together as he rides out the last of his high within you, making sure every last drop of his seed is planted firmly within you.

After regaining your breaths for a while he pulls you into his chair, placing you on top of him.

“So, was that what you wanted pet?” He asks once more, he promised he’d help you work out whatever you desired and with that promise he absolutely delivered.

“I think that was exactly what I wanted Doctor Laufeyson” you say kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Please darling, call me Loki” he requests again, making you feel at home in his arms as his hand traces down your spine.

“Thank you.. Loki” you reply sweetly.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up darling” he says as he carries you off through the door you’d never entered, into his private home. He ran you a bath and brushed the knots from your hair making you feel surprisingly relaxed considering you’d just fucked your therapist. As the night went on you curled up in his bed falling asleep in his arms, uncertain of how long this would last for but certain of one thing, you definitely knew what you wanted now.

-Alternate ending-

“I think that was exactly what I wanted Doctor Laufeyson” you say kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Do you think we could try roll play again? Maybe next time I can play Doctor and you can be the patient?” You question your lover, your playful tone making you giggle into your kiss.

“Whatever you want darling, you know I’d do anything for you, even create this illusion of a Midgardian office that you love so much” he replies jokingly, gesturing to your surroundings.

“Shut up, I saw it in a film and I always wanted to fuck a doctor.. but I had to end up with a god apparently, I guess I’ll just have to settle for what I’m given” you reply in a playful tone as his hand traces down your spine.

“Thank you.. Loki” you reply sweetly.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up darling” he says as he carries you off through the door Into his familiar chambers. He ran you a bath and brushed the knots from your hair making you feel surprisingly relaxed considering all the things he’d so recently done to your body. As the night went on you curled up in bed falling asleep in his arms, the world drowned out around you as you fade away, your head pressed into his chest with promises of next time whispered into your ear.

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Best Draco/Hermione Fics Dramione Shippers Read in 2020

A few days ago, I asked you what were the best Dramione fics you'd read in 2020. Here's the huge list of your excellent recs (in alphabetical order):

A Creature Most Unusual by JMilz: Draco Malfoy is on a mission. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger catches him in the act. When she sees that he has adopted a rather unusual magical creature, she becomes determined to make sure he takes care of it. Little does she know, the animal may hold her key to eternal glory . . . and a whirlwind romance. M, 9 Chapters, 24,460 Words

A Little More Alive, Far Less Lost by MGL_Dramione_Lover: After Draco's post-war trial, he finds himself attending his 8th year at Hogwarts with Hermione. As remorse and acceptance replace anger and hate, the old enemies begin a friendship that sparks into much more than they ever hoped for. Hermione's goal as Head Girl is to banish old prejudices and unite the school while Draco's only wish is to become a man worthy of her love. M, 22 Chapters, 84,823

A New Light by mithrilstarlight: Draco spent six years doing his best to keep his head down. Then he runs into Hermione Granger. Turns out, they actually have a lot in common.Chapters posted M/W/F. T, 18 Chapters, 33,876 Words

A Second Look by RiverWriter: Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look. M, 30 Chapters, 127,243 Words

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman: In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark. E, 31 Chapters, 119,755 Words

All the Wrong Things by LovesBitca8: Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series. E, 24 Chapters, 160,297 Words

All You Want by senlinyu: Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. E, 36 Chapters, 172,651

apples & cream by LovesBitca8: She could have taken her things and gone through his Floo without a word. She could have ignored him on Monday morning, as though last night had been no more than a fever dream and too much Firewhisky. But she’d come back to bed. Inspired by the lovely NikitaJuice's "apples & cream." E, 1 Chapter, 1,426 Words

Beginning and End by mightbewriting: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope. E, 48 Chapters, 242,100 Words

Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19: Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer. T, WIP

Bending Light by scullymurphy: Draco Malfoy was in exile, though they called it protection. It was the summer after sixth year and he'd taken Dumbledore's offer, defected to the other side and been sent away to a small town in Italy for his troubles. No magic, few rules, and not a lot to do - until Hermione Granger showed up. M, WIP

Break for me by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE _______________ "-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress.” _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... E, 7 Chapters, 45,107 Words

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes. E, 51 Chapters, 148,908 Words

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc: Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting. E, WIP

Calendar Boys by anne_ammons, Nadiapolyakova (Rijaya83): She had thrown out the idea on a lark, but now Hermione Granger was tasked with bringing the charity calendar to life. What was one more thing on her list? An art/writing collaboration between nadiapolyakova and anne_ammons - twelve photos and a piece of the story behind them. M, WIP

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood: "He could smell her. Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him." E, 27 Chapters, 58,081 Words

Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights by bexchan: One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos. Dramione. EWE. Memory fic. M, WIP

Difficult by provocative envy: COMPLETE: "I should," I repeated. "But I don't want to." And then he smiled, and I was wrecked. HG/DM. M, 30 Chapters, 87,041 Words

Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm: It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step. There is Wolfsbane in his tea. E, WIP

Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by monsterleadmehome: She scoffs. “If you must know, he ‘elected’ me because he thinks our shared animosity will keep you in check. He’s also not worried about you trying to shag me as a distraction.” He leans back, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister. His eyes rove over her from crown to toe and back. She lifts her chin and tries not to shiver. “Well, he’s right about that.” Lucius Malfoy hires Hermione Granger to whip his son into shape so he can find a pure-blood bride and receive his inheritance. What could go wrong? E, 10 Chapters, 48,092 Words

Draco's Gift by TriDogMom: Draco gives Hermione a gift because of an instructional YouTube video. M, 1 Chapter, 1,705 Words

Dragon in the Dark by GracefulLioness: The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him. E, 31 Chapters, 164,782 Words

For a Present Under the Tree by grace_lou_freebush: When Draco and Hermione eloped, the Wizarding World turned against them. Hermione is stuck in a low level, low paying Ministry job with no hope of upward movement. Draco can't even convince someone to hire him. Now, it's Christmas, and Draco knows Hermione deserves the world - or at the least a Christmas gift. He finds the perfect hair comb to replace the horrid Muggle brush she's been making due with, and he'll do anything to afford the paltry present so he can have something to put under the Christmas tree for his wife. Making a beeline for the jewelry box containing the hair combs, Draco rifled through them, landing on an ivory comb with queen anne rose carvings and gold filigree detailing. He brought it to the startled shopkeeper and set it down gently. Pulling his sixth generation Malfoy heirloom pocket watch from his coat, he shoved it in the wizard's face without second guessing himself. "I would like to make an exchange." E, 1 Chapter, 10,141 Words

Fortuitous by MrsRen: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need. M, 13 Chapters, 93,695 Words

Fuck, Marry, Avada by Lilian_Silver: Some years after the war, the gang meets up at the Leaky to play a silly game, with very real consequences. E, 1 Chapter, 3,106 Words

Give Me An Hour by RZZMG: As the war continues to rage on around them, Hermione Granger decides to seduce fellow Order Member, Draco Malfoy, one night while at Grimmauld Place... and everything between them changes after that. Fic follows the "five times" trope, and is dedicated to raspberryjukebox. One-shot. A/U-Extended War scenario. Dramione. Drama-Romance-Hot Shag! COMPLETE! M, 1 Chapter, 3,251 Words

Good Girl by arabellaleyes: Hermione is tired of their normal routine in the bedroom. What will happen when she asks Draco to spice things up? One-shot. Complete. M, 1 Chapter, 9,000 Words

Hindsight by floorcoaster: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes. T, 12 Chapters, 167,694 Words

How to Love Thy Neighbour by WhatSoMalfoy: After her relationship with Ron falls apart, Hermione attempts to juggle a personal muggle life with a professional wizarding one. After encountering her high school nemesis in the most unlikely place, Hermione adds another ball to the juggling mix. M, 14 Chapters, 41,992 Words

How to Move On by longdistance: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on. M, WIP

Hydrotherapy by eilonwy: Draco finds a trip to the showers after playing Quidditch... enlightening. E, 2 Chapters, 7,163 Words

I Choose You by melanoradrood: At the end of Fifth Year, Hermione finds out why It is that none have approached her with a Marital Contract, the only way she can remain in the Wizarding World after Graduation. It has already been signed by her Magical Guardian, someone she has never met - she is to be the next Lady Malfoy. A year and a half later, she is a married witch, but still, Draco Malfoy, who had chosen her above all others, had not spoken of it. In fact, they barely spoke at all. And when trouble heads their way, Hermione means to change that. Really, she means to change a lot of things. E, 5 Chapters, 24,527 Words

Isolation by Bex-chan: He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Now complete with epilogue. M, 49 Chapters, 284,050 Words

It Happened in Egypt by bionically: Wandless in Egypt: Draco's stranded in Egypt, but luckily, there's a Granger in sight. Now, if only he could be prevented from strangling her. Fun times abroad: It was supposed to be a leisurely solo trip down the Nile. Hermione didn't factor in one blond man from her past and all his drama. Then, of course, there's the fact that everyone's after him. Much hilarity ensues. Maybe. *** A rom-com adventure/mystery featuring two unwilling partners on the run from Lucius Malfoy, alien-hunters, Muggle police, and local wizards engaged in a civil war. T, WIP

Love and Other Misfortunes by senlinyu: Draco Malfoy is dying. He's part-Veela and needs his mate to survive. Post-war, Hermione Granger is a workaholic, up to her eyeballs in legal activism on behalf of Magical Beings, and hasn't yet noticed that Malfoy is the Magical Being who needs her most. “Because I don’t want to be saved by you just because you feel like you have to.” He was properly furious now. “I’m in love with you." Hermione stared at him. She knew but somehow hearing him say it made the air shimmer with magic. "I’m in love with you,” he said again, despairingly. “And that means I want you to be as happy as you possibly can. And you won’t be, not with me.” M, 23 Chapters, 98,584 Words 

Manacled by senlinyu: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.Now illustrated by Avendell. E, 77 Chapters, 370,473 Words

Measure Of A Man by inadaze22: To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man. E, WIP

Meet the Malfoys by raven_maiden: 4 Works, 21, 442 Words

of flavoured names and coloured sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation): "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him."In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione's moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name. E, 2 Chapters, 10,351

Once Upon a Night by longdistance: One night will change everything. M, 17 Chapters, 57,444 Words

One and Done by PacificRimbaud: Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it. What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables. Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done. E, 4 Chapters, 35,011 Words

Our shared silence by Vofastudum: She wakes up one morning and everyone is just gone, vanished like they never existed at all. Everyone but Him. And in this silent solitude, he's all she has. Hermione and Draco alone in empty castle. Mystery and a plot twist you didn't see coming! EDITED 10/2020 M, 17 Chapters, 40,149 Words

Pinned by bionically: Draco doesn't know what he's expecting when he follows Blaise down a dark alley, but it certainly isn't this. For a man with an addictive personality, this isn't going to turn out well. Assigned trope: Voyeurism *** Or, a chance encounter with a frizzy-haired witch from his misbegotten past in the last place anyone should have expected to see her sets Draco's disordered life on its ear. The path to redemption is truly paved with unexpected surprises. E, 20 Chapters, 110,886 Words

Really Sell It by RoseHarperMaxwell: Draco's having a rough eighth year, and Hermione's going to make it better for him. "Well, it’s clear what needs to happen.” She gripped his chin, tilting his head to make sure she hadn’t missed any injuries, before looking straight into his eyes. “You’re my boyfriend now.” *Featuring fake dating, exhibitionism, and sex-positive Hermione Granger. Submission for Farewell to Summer: The 31 Flavors of Smut Fest. E, 1 Chapters, 7,612 Words

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19: How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore? E, 51 Chapters, 312,315 Words

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox: Following the devastation of the Battle of Hogwarts, The Wizarding Population Growth Act is put into effect. All witches and wizards will be matched with their most compatible partner. Failure to comply will not be tolerated. Survival is key. Hermione reminds herself of this. Survival. She can fix this, if only she can survive. The war has made this a task she is equipped for. Marrying Draco Malfoy will hardly be the worst thing she's ever endured. M, WIP

Ring A Ring O' Roses by Gallivant: Dark Magic, Dark Wizards and a mysterious and deadly Dark Flux, which, in the wrong hands, has the terrifying potential to mass-murder Muggles and Muggle-borns ... It’s been fourteen years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the Wizarding World is settled, stable and seemingly safe… Hermione Weasley has it all: a loving family, a successful career - and happiness… of sorts. But a series of unexpected events is about to turn her life upside-down, threatening those she loves, fatally undermining the peace between worlds that has prevailed for centuries … changing life as she knows it, possibly forever. If working with Draco Malfoy was the last thing Hermione Weasley ever wanted, falling for your enemy was the least expected. A quest to thwart a magical weapon of mass destruction has devastating consequences. A race to save the world, becomes a race to save themselves… M, 65 Chapters, 527,141 Chapters

Set Fire to the Rain by HarleyQuinn1317: What happens when the one you're destined for is the last person you should ever be with... When the Ministry of Magic asks for volunteers for their Marriage Initiative, Hermione Granger must come to terms with the one terrible deed she committed during the Second Wizarding War. Can she find it in her heart to forgive herself and finally learn to let love in? E, WIP

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll: Hermione didn't escape from the war unscathed, and when she finally decides on a solution to her problems she's left to explore it on her own. A chance encounter with Draco Malfoy sets her world on it's head and leads her down a path towards healing that she would never have anticipated. E, 18 Chapters, 65,079 Words

The Art of Seating Etiquette by inadaze22: Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley. E, 1 Chapter, 9,734 Words

The Auction by LovesBitca8: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. E, 41 Chapters, 325,702 Words

The Binding by Curly_Kay: “Okay, what we know so far.” Hermione listed, "One, our magic is drawing us together. Two, we can use each other’s wands. Three, there were actual sparks when you touched me."After an infant binding ritual magically joins Hermione and Draco to counteract the Black family blood curse, they must navigate the secret binding through their years together at Hogwarts. E, 35 Chapters, 175,451 Words

The Carnal Club by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm.... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ...The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. E, 8 Chapters, 43,306 Words

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by Speechwriter (batmansymbol): The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix. T, WIP

The Erised Effect by Ada_P_Rix: Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... E, 13 Chapters, 88,852 Words

The Fallout by everythursday: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy. E, 49 Chapters, 310,229 Words

The Figures of Figuring Out by Vofastudum: You were the biggest riddle in my life. You were the one I couldn't figure out. You were the only thing I couldn't find a pattern to. You were something I couldn't look up from any book. Unwritten, with no instructions. And I was used to finding solutions! Post-war eight-year secret romance. Edited 12/2020 M, 13 Chapters, 26,951 Words

The Flat in Bath by Ada_P_Rix: Loosely inspired by 365 Days...-- Malfoy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. “Don’t you dare, Granger...” He told her roughly as his intense gaze bored into her own. “I fucking forbid you to come until I’ve had enough of you...” Draco caught her cheeks now between the fingers of his free hand and then snapped her head to the side and licked her earlobe, trailing down to her jawline. “...one flutter of those delicious walls of yours and you’re going to wish you never opened your legs for me.” -- __________________ Hermione is kidnapped during a raid and taken captive by someone who doesn't plan on 'torturing' her in the conventional way... E, WIP

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon: The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE! M, 81 Chapters, 271,830 Words

The Library of Alexandria by senlinyu: The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather—novel. E, 6 Chapters, 26,383 Words

The List by AureliaBlack90: After her divorce, Hermione decides to get out of town to recover from the pain of her lost relationship and the miscarriage she suffered a year previously. She arrives in the Cotswolds depressed and aimless but compiles a list of things to do that she hopes will help her get back on her feet. In the midst of her journey to find healing she keeps running into Draco Malfoy, who is nothing like she remembered him. He invites her into his world, and Hermione finds exactly what she was looking for - in the place she least expected it. E, 10 Chapters, 70,526 Words

The Manuscript by alexandra_emerson: Five 1/2 years after the war, in the middle of a big fight with Draco, Hermione finds a manuscript. It’s a retelling of her and Draco’s love story, written by him. She never realized how much he was struggling before she read his words. Snippet: I could spend my whole life apologizing to you Hermione, and it would never be enough. Post-war, angst-filled Dramione with a happy ending. M, 21 Chapters, 154,918 Words

The Memory of You by PotionChemist: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fell in love against all odds, but there was one big problem — he was already married. Pressured, Hermione does something she promised herself she would never do again and erases their affair from his memory. Completely devastated, she avoids seeing Draco or the Malfoys at all costs. But is their love too strong? Are they inevitable? What will happen if he finds out about their previous relationship? E, WIP

The Mountain and The Sea by AlexisDanaan: Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git. Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OOC, creature!fic. E, 12 Chapters, 40,441 Words

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae: The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” M, 15 Chapters, 45,807 Words

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale: Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts.... Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven't talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can't. T, 111 Chapters, 237,745 Words

The Potioneers by omnenomnom: They need each other unfortunately. Hermione has tricked Draco under her tutelage, arrogant attitude and all. But she would be simple to think he would accept it quietly. They have both have secrets to hide, old wounds better left to fester, and a world full of mermaids, dragons, and magic to explore. T, 53 Chapters, 196,559 Words

The Pretense by Colubrina: Voldemort died, but the Death Eaters live on. Hermione Granger traded herself to Draco Malfoy in exchange for safe passage for core Order members. Now he's pretending to love her, Narcissa is pretending to believe that, and Hermione is walking a tightrope behind enemy lines as she figures out what is going on. Unfortunately, people fall off tightropes. (no non-con) T, 50 Chapters, 108,164 Words

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8: Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl. E, 36 Chapters, 174,911 Words

The Seven Year Witch by TheLastLynx: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together? A Dramione story about growing up and changing perspective, told along - and in-between - the lines of canon. M, WIP

Thirty Times Lucky by galfoy: "Granger, I can't hire you on any longer," Draco said. Hermione stared at him. Losing her job might actually mean losing the War, and she had to bargain, but there was literally nothing she had that he would want. Or was there? M, 2 Chapters, 7,128 Words

Traditions by raven_maiden: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.” ** Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles. E, 14 Chapters, 68,767 Words

Waifs and Strays by Kyonomiko: War leaves a lot of orphans in its wake. Hermione is one, by her own hand, and she struggles with the realities of her situation. When she finds an orphaned familiar, it seems meant to be, giving and receiving comfort helping to heal her fractured heart. Unfortunately, the animal is actually a wizard, and he has his own issues. M, 31 Chapters, 118,152 Words

What You Think Is Right by icepower55: Six years after the war, Hermione parents are dying and her marriage to Draco is crumbling. Nothing seems logical in her life anymore. Her healer tells her to start writing about it, so she does, as a way to figure things out, and remind herself along the way. Hell is proximity without intimacy -Dante's Inferno M, WIP

When the Bell Tolls by everythursday: As a Dark revival begins to rise four years after the war, Hermione Granger is placed on the assignment of putting an end to them – and her first task is to recruit the Ministry's best hope and last option in the form of Draco Malfoy. E, 20 Chapters, 148,033 Words

Wreck by JMilz: Serving as Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger is finally at the peak of her career. With a beautiful family, a successful book, and the public on her side, her life should be a fairytale. Unfortunately, there is trouble in paradise, and when Draco Malfoy pays her a visit, she begins recalling their history and questioning her marriage. The reality is: every relationship is hard. M, 53 Chapters, 187,992 Words

Thanks to every person who contributed (I hope I've mentioned everyone. If not, let me know. 😊): @certified-arsehole @fedonciadale kiwim22 @really-sad-devil-guy endless-musings @headfullofnargles @pinksunsets-world @rosseliz01 @dramioneden @all-consuming @elricsister @injailoutsoon12 reclusivebird @mariakov81 @notthatchhavi @mordanbooqs @haaatch @hpsassenach @ybaeby @farmgirl-in @coyg-81 @eiramrelyat metterschling-plus-two @a-maidens-fantasy @sansacat @vofastudum @lexayeon @1800-rewrite @aneiria-writes @anonymouslydramione 

It took much longer to compile this list than I thought it would. Hopefully, I didn’t skip anything. 🙈

Happy New Year. May it be better than the previous one and full of great Dramione fics and fanarts! 🥳🥳🥳

And here’s the 2019 list: https://dramioneficrecommendations.tumblr.com/post/190216354767/what-is-the-best-dramione-fic-you-read-in-2019

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