*with thanks to @ponyregrets for the excellent title suggestion.
Enough people seemed enthusiastic about the idea I (@frightfullytreeish) suggested on this post that I thought why not make it a reality.
The goal of this fic fest is to explore Buck's seriously underutilised jeep life backstory and all the skills he must have picked up (or, to be fair, discovered he was awful at) along the way. Tim Minear might have forgotten that Buck wore a cowboy hat prior to Nashville, but WE WILL NOT FORGET. In the postcards to Maddie in Buck Begins, we learn he did construction, mixology, dude-ranching, and picked up odd jobs, but those are just a few from a whole stack of postcards! What was his oddest job? Can he sex chicks by hand? Does he make a mean balloon animal? Let the spinning wheel decide.
Schedule
Between now and the 17th August, send me suggestions for jobs you think Buck might have/should have tried his hand at before he found his way to firefighting.
On the 17th August, I will post a link to a spinning wheel with all the suggestions (consolidating repeat/overlapping suggestions into one as necessary). Spin the wheel, receive a nugget of inspiration from Buck's employment history, and write a fic or create some fanart inspired by it! Contributions can be gen or shippy, pre-canon exploring Buck's time as e.g. a balloon animal artist or present day casually mentioning his balloon animal skills during an emergency, or some combination of the two.
On 7th September - when else but Labor Day? - post your fic to the AO3 collection here or on tumblr with the tag #buckofalltradesfest
Tagging people who I think expressed interest in participation, neath the cut
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Have you ever submitted a prompt to a fic fest that never got a fill, but you are really obsessed with the idea and still want it written? Or have you found yourself submitting the same prompt to multiple fic fests, just in the hopes it gets claimed for once? Are you a fic writer that's claimed a prompt, wrote half of it, then missed the deadline and couldn't properly finish the work? Or perhaps you claimed a prompt and never got around to writing the fic for it at all, but you're still enamoured with the idea?
Then this is the Fic Fest for you! We're a kinkmeme style collection were you can submit prompts from other fests you'd love to see written or a prompt you've claimed that didn't get finished in time but you still feel inspired by! There's no deadline, no theme, and no need to come up with new material for your prompt.
The Fest will begin on Friday, August 28th and open at 12am UTC and the AO3 Collection can be found here.
For those interested, we have a Discord server you can join here. No minors are allowed in the server.
Rules:
All media is welcome, as long as you can figure out how to submit it on AO3.
Multiple Claims are allowed on prompts.
No word limit! No minimum or maximum, and multi-chapter fics are welcomed with enthusiasm!
We'd love if you shared where the prompt came from (or what fests it was previously submitted in) but that's not a requirement for submitting!
If you weren't the Original Prompter, please specify that in the prompt description! (Just adding "Posting as Prospective Author" or "Posting as Curious Reader" is fine)
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Welcome to the 2026 Sidney Crosby/Nathan MacKinnon Prompt Exchange!
This year, due to popular demand, we’re going to be hosting the exchange in a prompt challenge format! That means that instead of the previous Secret-Santa-type gift exchange format, creators can choose the prompts they wish to create a work for freely from the pool of submitted prompts.
Come join the fun and sign up here!
SCHEDULE:
Sign Ups Open: June 5th (TODAY!)
Sign Ups Close: June 28th
Prompt Claim Deadline: July 5th
Pinch Hit Window: July 5th-September 26th
Works Due: September 26th
Collection Goes Live: October 3rd
Author Reveals: October 10th
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A low-pressure Drarry fest for all things summer: heatwaves, holidays, beaches, garden parties, summer storms, sun magic, ice cream, pool shenanigans, and anything else you can throw your sweaty plot bunnies at.
The rules are simple:
The main pairing must be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
The plot and/or setting must involve summer themes.
Minimum wordcount is 1000.
Art is very much welcome!
Who can participate?
Any writer and artist over the age of 18. If you want to join the discord to cheer people on or offer to beta read, you're very much welcome.
How to participate?
Prompts are open! Head here and fill out the form to leave your own. Claiming will start on the 15th of June. If you already have a WIP with a summer theme, you can either list it as a self-prompt or contact the mod to figure out what works best.
What is the timeline?
Prompting: 1st to 15th of June
Claiming: 15th to 30th of June
Deadline: 31st of August
Posting: 1st of September
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can i please have a samira mohan x fem!reader for the april ficlet/fic game: just reader who’s had the worst day ever and wants to come over to samira’s single mattress apartment and have her sit on her face for an hour (where’s that tweet thats like baby please let me eat you out please it just be stressful thats all . ) eating it from the back and sitting on the face just nasty i dont want to be able to breathe for a few seconds . thats how bad i need her … sorry for the graphic imagery … 🫡🤞
Now Don’t You Feel Lucky?
Pairing: Girlfriend! Samira Mohan x female reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, slight emotional hurt/comfort, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, gagging, spitting, face riding, Samira calls reader good girl.
Author’s Note: anon, this request cracked me up lol, I see your “sorry for the graphic imagery” and raise you some naughty smut I hope fulfills your request and then some. Title and vibes inspired by Raveena’s “Lucky.”
It had been a hard day at work, maybe the worst day of your professional career, and it had left you feeling so small all you wanted was to disappear. You had texted your girlfriend, Samira, to ask if you could sleep over at her place tonight.
You: mind if I stop by?
You: it’s been a long day. I need you.
Samira: everything okay?
Samira: of course you can come over.
Samira: I’m yours whenever you want me. You know that. At least I hope you do.
When she opened her door to let you in fifteen minutes later, you couldn’t speak for a minute, you just needed to collapse in her arms, and like the angel she was, she caught you without a word, wrapping you up in her easy, constant warmth as all encompassing and soothing as that perfect humidity on the beach in the middle of summer.
It was corny when you thought it, but it didn’t stop you from thinking it- she was like your eternal sunshine, bathing you in the light of her love whenever you asked. Sometimes, especially on a bad day like this one, you couldn’t understand why she was still with you, why she still loved you when you couldn’t even muster the energy to love yourself.
“Tell me what you need,” she whispered in your ear, still holding you close. You took a step back from her to take her in.
You laughed, “You and this damn shirt,” as you tugged on the loose, ratty fabric of the tshirt she was wearing. It had been yours once, months ago when you still cared about what was yours and what was hers. Now it belonged to whoever wanted to wear it, and these days it was mostly just her.
“What?” She said, smiling at you as she looked down at herself. “It’s a classic. Who doesn’t love Aragorn?”
“You’re such a nerd,” you teased, gripping at her waist and pulling the tshirt up just slightly, just enough to notice she was in her favorite hip hugger panties in lieu of her usual boyshorts. She put these on when she wanted to feel sexy.
“Says the person I stole this shirt from,” she giggled, leaning forward to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. She massaged her mouth onto yours, teasing you just a little with a flick of her tongue, and you accommodated her, opening your mouth slightly to let her tongue slide in. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered against your lips, “tell me how to make it better.” Her hands started to slide down your body, meaning to unbuckle and drop your pants down, but you caught her hands with yours and shook your head.
“Not that, not…” you struggled for a moment, already drunk on her kisses, “I want to focus on you.”
“Me?”
“I just want to disappear for a bit. If that’s okay?”
She nodded and took your hand in hers, leading you to her room, and without a word, sank down onto her bed, crossing her legs momentarily then making a show of spreading her legs open for you. “Like this?” She asked, reducing you to incoherent babbling and frantic nodding.
You dropped to your knees and crawled your way across the room to her bed, kissing your way up her left leg as you massaged her right, then shifted your lips over to the other side, licking at her right thigh and lavishing her with your tongue. She rolled her hips idly forward, already keyed up from your touches. “That didn’t answer my question,” she said, grabbing you by your chin and looking into your eyes. “Be a good girl and tell me.” And this is what you loved most about your relationship with your girlfriend- she was a giver, through and through, but when you needed her to take, she took everything. She knew how to be what you needed, when you needed it. And vice versa- when she needed, she trusted you enough to ask.
“I want to taste you,” you managed to say, gasping as her pointer finger started to needle at your mouth, pushing forward and in.
“So taste me,” she said, adding another digit into your mouth and pressing down against your tongue. You tasted the faint hint of rose from her favorite lotion, and something a little saltier, headier, distinctively her as she sank her fingers further into your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners, a slight dribble making its way down your face. You felt perfectly gone, lost in her direction, exactly what you wanted. “Good?” She asked, pushing just a little more and eliciting a gag from you.
You nodded, tears prickling as you gagged harder on her fingers, and instinctively you started to grind your hips down against the air, the building ache between your legs getting harder to ignore. She made such easy work of you, even when it was supposed to be about her pleasure. “Is that all you wanted?” She asked, and you shake your head, coughing around her fingers. “What else?”
You ran your hands up her thighs, hooking your fingers around either side of the waistband of her panties, and managed to choke out around her fingers, “this. You. More.”
She smiled as she pulled her fingers out of your mouth. “Have more then.” She leaned back on her elbows as you began pulling her panties down her legs. Usually, you took your time and teased her, but you were so eager to lose yourself in her, to forget about the day, that you dove in immediately. Gripping her by the meat of her ass, you pulled her pussy flush with your face as she worked with you to dangle her legs over both of your shoulders, and you licked a firm line up her, moaning at the salty, slightly tangy taste of her. She was so wet for you already. You ran your tongue around the outline of her folds before moving your mouth up to suck on the puffy bud of her clit, and she hissed in response, her back arching up off the bed at the force of your mouth, at the fervor with which you were drinking her in. You started to rut yourself against the air, the aching, dripping heat between your legs becoming too thick to ignore as you watched Samira writhe against you, her getting lost in your ministrations, you getting lost in her pleasure, both of you feeling that tight coil in your core getting ready to snap. “S’goood,” she slurred, fingers tangling into the hair on the top of your head as she ground onto your face, her focused rhythm growing sloppy and uncoordinated as your tongue fucked in and out of her, your nose bumping against her clit just right. “Close,” she moaned, “fuck, baby, so close, I’m-” she cried out as her orgasm slammed into her, and you worked your mouth overtime to help her ride through it, your own body jerking against the foot of the bed as you sought just enough reprieve.
Samira curled her hand around your head, giving your hair a sharp tug up and off of her, slamming her mouth onto yours in a dirty kiss, all tongue and saliva and sharp, hot spurts of breath. “Fuck, you’re so good,” she panted, looking deeply into your eyes as she told you, “you’re such a good girl. Always. You’re good.” And it made your heart flutter to know that even if to the rest of the world you were bad, Samira still believed you were good.
“For you, I try to be,” you murmured, kissing her deeply.
“Yeah?” She asked in a low voice, kissing her way across your face. She sucked at the pulse point on your neck, then whispered in your ear, “I want you to give me more then. Right now.”
“Whatever you want,” you panted, keyed up from tasting her. She grabbed your face with both hands, tenderly cupping your cheeks as she sat up a little taller to hover a few inches above you.
“Open,” she said simply.
You said “ahhhhh,” opening your mouth for her, pushing out your tongue like her good little girl, and she rewarded you with a generous dollop of her spit, dropping her saliva onto your tongue and into your mouth with such command you couldn’t help but moan.
“Good?” She asked as she pulled you further up onto the bed and onto her in another deep, sloppy kiss.
“Mhmm,” you nodded eagerly, following her lead as she rolled your bodies till you were beneath her. Together, you shimmied your way up her bed until your head was on her pillow. “I want to ride you,” she said, clambering up your body until her dripping pussy was hovering above your face. “I want to see if you can come just from tasting me.” Your hands snaked their way up her legs, digging into the meat of her hips as her own hands clung to the headboard.
And it was just what you wanted. As she dropped her body onto your face, you felt deliciously suffocated by her heat, by the salty sweet tang of her taste, and the claustrophobic way her thighs bracketed around your head. You jutted your tongue out, eager to fuck her just the way she wanted, just the way you wanted to so that you could disappear in her, get lost in her pleasure. And if there was one thing Samira wasn’t, it was shy. She had no reservations about riding you like this, no uncertainty about whether you could handle this much of her. You both knew the challenge of keeping up with her when she was worked up was exactly what you wanted. You felt hot and electric all over, a harsh buzzing zipping through your nerves as you tongue fucked her, every drop of her essence and every little moan from her lips driving you crazier and crazier.
She rocked back and forth against your face, hard and fast, her grip on the headboard and her pace causing the headboard to thwack into the wall repeatedly as a dirty, tantric soundtrack in her bedroom, accompanied by her little uh uh uhhhs and the slick soundtrack of her wetness dragging across your face, your tongue. Your hands found their way to her pussy, each thumb of yours pulling back her folds to better expose her puffy clit so you could suck on it, rolling the overly sensitive bud between your lips as your thumbs teased her, and before you knew it she was coming again, tensing above you as her orgasm racked through her.
When she came down, she settled back into your lap, her fingers playing with your waistband for a second before dipping underneath to touch you. “You’re so wet,” she smirked as she ran her fingers through your folds. “What a good girl you are.”
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Finally, after such a long wait, we are officially presenting the works created by the participants of the Drarry Keep Your Secrets Fest 2026!
It’s been a long and winding journey, but we’re thrilled that so many of you took part! We hope you had fun and are happy with your work! We hope these past few months haven't been too hard on you <3
Thank you to all the participants and also to those who simply shared a prompt for the fest!
Here's the Masterlist, you can read all the works in this collection!
in a place that can make you change written by cryme_anocean
summary:
"It's not my fault you were a cowardly piece of shite, Malfoy."
"Wow," he murmurs, shocked. "That was harsh." Harry's expression falters but Malfoy smirks again. "You're the one panting over a kiss with me. I wonder what that says about you."
"We can't—aren't doing this," Harry reiterates firmly. "A kiss is one thing, but I won't ruin my life for you."
Each Time I See You, I Die a Little More by Devious_Muffin
summary:
No matter how hard he tries, Draco cannot escape others' opinions of him. Harry Potter is the worst of all, stuck in the past and regularly feeding the vitriol between them. One confrontation after another leads them both down a path they'd never considered, forcing them to confront deep-seated emotions and unexpected truths. Their unconventional relationship comes to a grinding halt when Draco finally realizes how emotionally invested he has become, spurring a string of meaningless interactions and public stunts and fanning the flames of jealousy on both sides.
Refusing to be ignored, fate forces them back toward each other, and they will have to make a decision: finally address the growing pain and longing they both feel at the hands of the other or continue to suffer in silence while dragging down those around them.
Hisses get Kisses by Ira_Dunfort
summary:
Hogwarts reopens for an improved Eighth Year, inviting its oldest students back with a few notable changes: NEWTs can be chosen anew, no questions asked, and house segregation has been abolished—only to be replaced with a feline-inspired socialisation project.
This is a story about teenagers falling in love while digging deeper into the magical history of their families.
Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town by nixeia
summary:
A rigged Secret Santa game, a yearly dinner, a little obsession and snippets of a life. Or, the one where they're oblivious and very much in love.
A Little Prayer by nsasquith
summary:
Draco Malfoy, nom de scène Draco Black, is very good at surviving. He’s had to be.
Homeless at eighteen, he has built himself a fragile kind of stability on strict boundaries, a fake last name, and sex traded for money. Splitting his time between late nights and a community centre that’s falling apart.
It works.
That is, until the famous Oscar-winning Harry Potter hires him.
Lines start to blur, family secrets begin to surface, and Draco is forced to decide what survival is worth.
Nacre by kuchi_sabishii
summary:
Harry only meant to buy Christmas presents.
Instead, he found Draco Malfoy again, more than a decade after the war: owner of Wizarding London's best luxury apothecary, and had somehow become much, much fitter than Harry remembered.
Harry has questions, most of them inappropriate, and the only sensible thing to do with questions is investigate. Draco was definitely hiding something. Unfortunately, Harry's investigative instincts keep getting distracted by what Draco’s got going on under all those kaftans.
Featuring: food as a love language, the art of technicalities, ancient magic, Harry’s overactive imagination, and Draco’s spectacular commitment to making everything more complicated than it needs to be.
A Thirst Kept Quiet by ThatSlytherinAuthor
summary:
When Harry Potter investigates a suspicious potion-smuggling operation tied to the Malfoy, he uncovers an old pure-blood secret buried beneath generations of quietness:
The Malfoys are vampires.
And Draco Malfoy is running out of the potion, keeping his hunger at bay.
make the yuletide gay by glasghosts
summary:
It's December 1998, and Pansy Parkinson has somehow convinced her group of friends to partake in a Secret Solstice gift exchange in anticipation of the Yule holidays. Harry Potter is very quickly regretting his decision to participate.
Slowly, Then All At Once by IAmStillWriting
summary:
The war is over and Draco is struggling to rebuild his life. He's an overworked editor at The Daily Prophet and he is sick of his boss and his lousy windowless closet of an office. But the latest project he's been assigned to edit is fascinating-- Dear Charlie, an advice column written by a psychologist no one has ever heard of mostly for those with post-war trauma. The more Draco edits the work of this anonymous columnist, the more he finds himself appreciating the help. So much that he find himself sending in his own letter and starting a correspondence with the writer, off the record. But who is this mystery writer? And why does he know the key to making Draco's heart flutter?
Mate You Mine by Pbquill
summary:
The dead don’t return to break into houses at midnight but Draco Malfoy does. Faced with an intruder Harry knows all too well who he thought was no longer, he’s convinced is hiding a lycanthropic secret, Harry takes finding out into his own hands. (And a lot more)
