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Back from my hiatus with a 240 word drabble for the @drarrymicrofic prompt rebuild. I went way out of my comfort zone with this one, filling my summer bingo squares for dark/morally grey, onomatopoeia, unrequited love. TW for non consensual use of amortensia and dark Harry. Thanks a million to the lovely @citrusses for the beta.

The tentative clicking of shoes against hardwood floor draws Harry out of his reading.

"Harry?"

Dread bubbles up; Draco's rubbing his forehead, eyebrows drawn together. Harry's seen this look many times before. Too many times before.

"Harry, I— I think we need to talk."

Slowly, Harry folds his paper, sets it aside, watching Draco attentively.

"Of course, love." He flicks his wand to summon the kettle and two cups, always at the ready for these little emergencies. "Let's have some tea while we do."

Draco's eyes flick towards the kettle, then widen. Pressing his lips together, he shakes his head. "I don't think—"

"But I think."

Harry learned, long ago, that you have to mean it when you cast an Unforgivable. And since Draco broke up with him the first time, he's meant it so many times that he can do an Imperius wandlessly. He'd rather not cast it at all: it undesirably shatters the illusion. But, desperate times and all that.

Draco doesn't even try to deflect it. He pours the tea himself and drinks in large gulps. Harry exhales in relief as Draco's frown vanishes, replaced by soft eyes and a lovesick smile.

Harry pats his knee. "What did you want to talk about?"

Draco floats towards him, settles in his lap, nuzzling into his neck. "Where should we go on holiday?"

So! I'm asking for epistolary (my beloved) and influencer!

(I will pay you with fic recs in any fandom you want!)

Hahahaha I love this ask, and I love you, but man, you really chose the two fics that I have the least for 🤣

Okay, so the epistolary one is a loose idea I have for a companion fic of This feeling inside, but where we get to see the story from Draco's POV. I was going to include a little more of their budding relationship when they finally realise they're not two straight friends who have sex and get together, and I was going to lift the restrictions in the fic so they have to face the public soon (and have a little more angst for Draco, and also smut. Yes, I'm a simple woman), but I haven't got that far yet. Here's a short snippet:

Harry is a bloody nuisance. I don’t know what he’s playing at, but yesterday he kept caressing himself on his neck and his stomach. It was utterly distracting and I had to tell him to cut it out. Honestly, he can do that kind of thing in his own room.

For the second one, I realise the title wasn't even correct, it's called 25 days: Outline (haha, who am I kidding?!) and it's something I started for 25 days of Draco and Harry 2022 (oh. my. G!). It's based on Stephen Brower's instagram posts he made back then, where he's calling everything every man does/likes a sign of him being a hoe (like joggers, for instance). I thought it would be hilarious if Harry called Draco a hoe for stuff he likes, and Draco gets super offended, and that's how they meet. I have a whole thing planned out, but sadly not much written other than a very vague synopsis, but have the plan for one of the chapters:

Advent get together. Draco is taking pictures of the lovely gingerbread cake and thinking about what caption to use. He hears a familiar voice and almost drops his chin when he realises that Potter is there (because friends with Neville). Draco is snarky and hints at Potter targeting him, Harry is confused but also amused (also wtf his biceps?!), Pansy is smug and Neville is just plain confused.

Hope you liked these my friend, I'm really not sure they will ever see the light of day, but one can always hope!

Ah, yes, I really should've known the praise kink WIP would be cat nip to my fellow degenerates (affectionately) @siobhanhazel @badwolfblues 😍 Sorry for the delay, real life has been crazy this past week, but I was super happy when I got your asks ❤️

So the praise kink is one of those WIPs that I'm feeling sort of guilty about because the thing is almost done and has been sitting in my WIPs, barely finished, for ages. I started it in I think 2021, when that crazy "only bottom Draco" troll was rampaging through ao3, harassing authors who dared write bottom Harry fics. I started talking to another writer in their comments section and offered to write them a bottom Harry drabble and asked if they had any other requests, and they said they love praise kink (which, I mean, who doesn't?). I think the reason it's not done yet is because I've been questioning the quality and gotten insecure about it. I'm not sure it's quite right, vibe wise. But here's a snippet for you! It's, uh, a bit E rated, since it's PWP.

Harry can’t help it; he moans loudly at Draco’s words. The slight burn in his throat after Draco fucked it is still there, even after Draco moved to put his cock in Harry’s arse. “You’re such a good boy, Harry,” Draco whispers. He slides out the tiniest bit as he leans forward, his breath tickling Harry’s ear. “I love the way you moan for me like the good boy you are.”

Thank you so much for the tag @nv-md (post can be found here), I always get stupidly giddy whenever someone thinks of me with these kinds of things 🥰💖 Apparently I did this almost exactly two years ago (but it was 20 😱) and luckily I’ve posted 13 works (on ao3) since then, so I had 10 new to share. All of them are Drarry this time.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Harry Potter and the Quest for the Faulty Vibrator 9k | rated E (locked to registered users) Whatever anyone thought about the auror training rooms, it was nothing compared to the dull, grimy and frankly depressing rooms they had for duelling practice.

When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night 6,5k | rated T The weather outside is frightful, a classic London winter with greyish brown sludge trying to pose as snow, but inside the Ministry of Magic, all the windows are showing bright white landscapes and twinkling stars.

The Potter Malfoy bathroom war of 2007 8,6k | rated E (locked to registered users) It never fails to astound Draco how many stairs there are to his flat.

Thunderstruck 8,6k | rated E (locked to registered users) It’s the one hundred and fiftieth minute of the match between Appleby Arrows and Kenmare Kestrels and the score is still 30-20 to the Arrows.

Hold back the tide 2k | rated T At first glance, the 8th year common room would seem rather calm and quiet.

Take that ride 1,6k | rated T The soft hum of their friends milling about in the hall is abruptly disturbed by Ron pounding on the bathroom door, shouting at Dean and Seamus to quit snogging and hurry the fuck up.

The secret language of flowers 2,4k | rated T “Draco, dear, stop fidgeting.”

How deep is our love? 762 words | rated T It’s nine o’clock when Harry saunters into the kitchen, his horrible Gryffindor lion slippers firmly on his feet and his dressing gown open to reveal his red flannel pyjamas.

Second date 1,3k | rated T When Draco wakes up, he’s in an unfamiliar bed.

Fading in love 5k | rated E (locked to registered users) When Harry enters the Eighth Year common room, it’s unusually buzzing, in the quietly intense kind of way, where people are talking in hushed voices, huddled together.

Wow, this was very telling what kind of style I have, I don’t think I’ve seen this plainly before that I like to start with some sort of way to set the scene. Either it means I’ve found my thing, or that I’m stuck 😂

I am so super late to this, but I’ve done this in the last few years and I think it’s a nice tradition to look back at the accomplishments I’ve achieved. 2022 was a very bleak year writing wise, and I’m happy to say that I’ve slowly started to get my mojo back a bit. My AO3 wordcount for 2023 was 36,936 words, but I’ve also posted some shorter things on tumblr, and I actually made a spreadsheet to track my progress and tally all my written words, including those that get deleted and also those not yet posted, and according to the spreadsheet I wrote 10k more. I still have a lot of WIPs hanging around in my drive, but I’ve managed to finish some of them, and I feel like I have more energy and excitement to finish some more, so, here’s hoping that 2024 will be the year that I actually end up with fewer WIPs at the end than at the beginning (something I tried back in 2020, before the world went up in flames).

Under the cut is what I published in 2023:

Drarry | Teen and up | 6k | Cursed Child compliant featuring smitten pining Draco, friends to lovers and a New Year's kiss

For my dear friend @crazybutgood I hope you'll like this babe, I tried to keep it sweet and as fluffy as I could while still including the pining. Happy New Year, I hope 2024 will bring us all better times 💖 Thank you to @goblinmatriarch for looking this over, you're a star!

Excerpt:

The weather outside is frightful, a classic London winter with greyish brown sludge trying to pose as snow, but inside the Ministry of Magic, all the windows are showing bright white landscapes and twinkling stars. With barely one week left until Christmas Day, tension and festivity is running high.

Draco is, as usual, sat as his desk and rubbing his temples when Harry swings by to get him for lunch. It takes Draco an embarrassingly long time to spot Harry, leaning on the door frame to Draco’s office, arms crossed and eyes shining with mirth.

“Let me guess,” Harry says when Draco finally looks up at him wearily, “is it Ambrosia Kelpenfog from the Ministry of Magic Public Information Services again?”

Draco groans and puts his head in his hands. He knows that this makes his cheeks draw outwards, which makes him look even pointier than usual, but he doesn’t care, because he also knows Harry likes it when he’s being dramatic. “Fifty points to Gryffindor,” he says, and Harry snickers.

“Want to reschedule lunch?”

Draco straightens up and widens his eyes exaggeratedly. “I’ve never let that bint keep me from eating, however much she’s trying, and I will not let today be any different.”

“You know, I think I have a solution to your problem,” Harry says as he steps inside and reaches into his robes for his wand.

“You are not casting an Incendio on her papers; it’ll leave me with even more work when I come back!”

Harry shrugs with a crooked grin. “It usually works for me.”

Draco doesn’t have a snide comeback; he’s entirely too distracted by Harry’s dimple becoming visible. He wants to crawl up in that dimple and live there for the rest of his life.

Aaaah omg thank you for this ask my dear friend 🥹 I loved your list (found here). I did this 1,5 years ago (that list can be found here) and I didn’t want to repeat myself so I’m going to go with stuff that I’ve written since (as if that would make it easier) *cries in ambivalence*

Sweet Desire (Scorbus, just short of 6k, rated E, first person POV) I wrote this for last year's next gen fest. I was in a major writing slump and couldn't find any inspiration until I found the prompt "first time oral sex" and for some reason that inspired me. I had so much fun trying to convey that giddy teenage trying new things together in a trusting relationship, and I hope I pulled it off. Scorbus is pretty tricky for me to write but I really enjoyed spending time with these two lovebirds.

Sinking/Floating (Drarry, 963 words, rated T, second person POV) This was also something that made something click in me when I saw the lovely imovie of @bluebutter-art 's amazing fanart So rest your weary heart with me. I wanted to convey the same feeling I got when looking at Blue's art, and it took me a while to get there but I'm still very proud of how it came out.

Take that ride (Drarry, 1,6k, rated T) Inspired by Dance to this with Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande. I tried to capture the feeling of the song and include some of the elements in it, and tried to focus on the sensory despcriptions (which is something I tend to forget when writing), and I think it's one of the things I'm most proud of.

Let me show you (Drarry, 556 words, it's only on tumblr but I guess I'd rate it T) Sometimes inspiration just hits. You go about your daily chores and thinks about the fuck or die trope and then BAM! You need to write a 500 word drabble about mutual pining and Draco heroically chasing down Harry to offer his services.

Thank you for tagging me @uncannycerulean (you can find her lovely snippet feat. Pansy here).

I’m currently writing agonising over an anon fest (while being away with extended family, yay, life is great!) so I can’t share a snippet of that. And I feel like maybe I’ve shared enough of the brain rot that is “Draco got a vibrator stuck in his arse and Harry needs to help him get it out”? And this is probably a bad idea because I can’t be distracted from the fest fic and I’ve no idea when I’d be able to finish this, but I’ve been toying with the idea of a werewolf omegaverse fic where Harry goes into his first heat and Draco needs to help him out by having him in his home and trying his best not to give into his rut. This is a pretty rough section (but the most polished I have for this WIP) where Draco’s asked Luna to come over and give Harry some special lycanthropy sex aid.

Luna hums and Draco’s not sure if she agrees or not. “He likes you though.”

“Luna, I’m sorry, I know you live on another planet, where I’m sure that statement is true. I, however, live on this one, the one where Harry Potter does not like Draco Malfoy. He’s not in his right mind right now, he doesn’t want— He’d want anyone who happens to—”

Luna regards him and it’s eery, he squirms.

“And what would the harm be in that? If he wants you for this problem, and you want him for the exact same—” Draco looks up and then down again. “Oh.”

Draco rubs at his nose, trying to quell his embarrassment.

“Maybe ‘like’ isn’t the right word,” she says. “But you were both heavily obsessed with each other in school.” Matter of factly as she always does.

Draco doesn’t feel like elaborating on this. “As pleasant as talking about Potter and me is, there was a reason I asked you to come over.”

“Oh! Yes, you did! I’m sorry Draco, I was so happy to see you that I forgot.”

Guilty that she feels that way about him and that he’s not good at keeping in touch. Luna rummages around in her bag and pulls out a box.

“Here, this is the latest in our lycanthropy collection: the inflatable dildo.”

Draco frowns while Luna unpacks the contents of the box. She pulls out a regular looking dildo. It’s purple, of course it’s purple.

“Right,” he mutters, unreasonably jealous of a piece of plastic. “Thanks.”

“Shall I give you a demonstration?”

“I’ve used this kind of thing, and I would venture that Potter has, too.”

“Oh, but this isn’t a regular dildo. It can sense when the user is about to reach climax, and then it expands at the base, like this.” She taps the dildo with her wand, and sure enough, it expands around the base, mimicking a knot that Draco is all too familiar with. “It won’t stay inflated for as long as a knot does, we’ve reached the conclusion that our clients find it a bit uncomfortable to keep it for that long when there’s not a body attached to it. It automatically deflates after about five minutes, but the user can postpone or shorten that time as they choose.”