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Bound: Running Mate by @kbrick

I bound this for an anonymous recipient for or the charity raffle over at the Pit. (Invite to the discord server, which is open to all Drarry fans.)

I'm quite proud of how this came out EXCEPT for one big dumb stupid mistake, but you know, like, that's what makes us human and that's what makes this book HAND-CRAFTED and ARTISANAL and not like MASS PRODUCED, right?!?

So. I designed it, printed it, folded it, punched it, sewed it, trimmed it, rounded it, backed it, lovingly sewed on the endbands and then I opened my press and WHAT IS THIS oh it's a signature. That belongs in the aforementioned printed, folded, punched, sewed, trimmed, rounded, backed, and endbanded text block.

So I punched it, trimmed it, and sewed it right into that text block where it belongs and can you tell?

Well, yes, a bit.

But otherwise it's PERFECT.

Cover is Skivertex, decorated with stencil and HTV.

Endpages are from Paper Source.

I'm honored that anyone actually put their tickets in my raffle, so I hope that anonymous likes this!

[Podfic] Stay by @kbrick , M, 32 minutes

Life is all about what we do with the opportunities we're given - the ones we miss and the ones we refuse to let pass us by.

Tapestry by @kbrick

I love this story. It pulls you back and forwards so beautifully between dreamy, happy Junes at the beach at Edgewater, and the delicious angst of being pulled apart and left frayed.

In Free Fall by @kbrick (E, 81k)

Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Harry Potter Loves Extreme Sports, Board Games, Octopuses, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Draco POV, First Person POV

I only have morning classes on Mondays, so Monday afternoon, I’m in a half-frozen field a little over an hour south of London, finding out exactly what zorbing is. I don’t like it.  Zorbing, as it turns out, is squeezing yourself into an inflated ball with a hollow center and letting a man named Larry push you down a hill. I stare down the hill in horror. It didn’t seem steep from the bottom, but looking at it from this vantage point is another story. “You said this wasn’t dangerous,” I say to Potter. “I said it’s not that dangerous,” he says. “It’s a little dangerous. But the most that would happen is you’d hurt your back or something. Maybe you could break a finger or whatever, but it’d be highly unlikely. And you can’t die or anything.” “How reassuring,” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “You know, I have scoliosis. I shouldn’t jeopardize my spinal alignment.”

I absolutely adore this fic. This is a Harry we don't see that often - or at least not to this extent. And Draco, living happily in the Muggle world as a marine biologist - yes, a marine biologist - is a delight. There's plenty of angst, and you will fall in love with octopuses. (And you'll learn why it's not octopi.)

Summary:

Thanks to a spell cast over all of wizarding Britain, Draco is forced to marry Harry Potter, who still hates him. But Draco refuses to live a cold, sexless existence, choosing to fill the emptiness in his life and his bed with a parade of lovers. And while Harry may not be able to stand Draco, he despises seeing him with anyone else.

We believe you are looking for Turning Leaves by Kbrick (112k, E)

Title & Possession

Kbrick @kbrick

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Kreacher (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Roommates, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sentient Magical Houses (Harry Potter), Sexual Tension, Fights, Sexual Identity, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Obsessed with Harry Potter, Harry Potter Doesn't Understand Why Malfoy Won't Wear Anything But Pants, Slow Build, First Time, Banter, H/D Wireless 2023, Flirty Draco Malfoy, long game, Slow Burn, Coming Out, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Dirty Dancing, Smoking, Drinking, Clubbing, Harry and Ginny’s relationship is in the toilet

Summary:

Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war.

Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good.

Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier.

Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch.

At least, he is until Draco Malfoy sues him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company by Asking Alexandria

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Excerpt:

After, they were back at it, and Potter was dancing so close Draco was dizzy with it. He had his hands in Draco’s back pockets, his nose at Draco’s neck. “You always smell so good. But up close like this? Fucking hell.”

“You do, too,” Draco managed, his voice unsteady. He was so off his game. He was incapable of thinking clearly with Potter’s hands on him. “I like - I like the way your hoodies smell.”

”You’ve smelled my hoodies?” Draco opened his mouth, horrified, but Potter simply laughed. “I looked in your shower and sniffed your shampoo once. I was tempted to use it, so I’d smell a little like you, but I didn’t.” Draco couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. Potter straightened, looking at him again. His fingertips found their way to Draco’s mouth. “Your lips are so pretty. I love the way the top one goes into this sharp dip here.”

Draco kissed his finger, unable to stop himself. He wanted, he wanted, and he was so bad at doing the right thing.

Potter stopped and stared, and then he lunged.

His mouth was hot against Draco’s, and every bit as soft as Draco had imagined. Draco dragged him closer, his senses too full, full of pounding bass and the taste of Potter, the feel of Potter’s body pressed all along his, Potter’s hip bones under his hands, Potter’s prickly stubble scraping his chin and cheeks.

“I want you,” Potter said after long moments of heady snogging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Potter, you’re drunk.” He said it with zero conviction.

“Don’t care,” Potter said, coming back to kiss him. “Take me home. I want you to show me. I want you to show me how it could be.”

Potter’s hands were sliding down the back of his jeans now, gripping the bare skin of his arse. He groaned and pressed his cock against Potter’s. He was so bloody hard, had been for the last hour at least.

“Jesus, Draco. When you told me what it was like,” Potter whispered in his ear. “Being fucked. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I want you to show me.”

“Sweet Salazar,” Draco murmured, and then he stopped and thought about what Potter just said.

Potter wanted to experiment. That’s what this was. He wanted to try this on now, while he and the Weaslette weren’t together. It was probably his one chance, because she’d take him back soon enough. Surely, she would, unless she really was a fucking idiot.

If they did this, it would be earth-shattering, ruinous, incredible. And then Potter would return to his actual life, his sweet little girlfriend, and Draco would be tossed aside like trash. “No,” he said, pushing Potter off. “No, you’re drunk. You don’t want this. You’re drunk and heartbroken and—”

“I’m not that drunk!” Potter’s eyes were full of fire. “I know what I’m doing. I know what I want.” He came closer, nipped at Draco’s lower lip, slid his hands up Draco’s shirt, skimming over his ribs.

“Fuck,” Draco breathed, pressing his cock to Potter’s again, feeling how hard Potter was, visions of fucking Potter dancing through his head. Holy hell, he wanted this. He wanted this. Saying no again might actually kill him, but— “No. Stop.”

Potter stopped.

They wrote a vampire draco x Auror Harry fic with smut and tags that I adore. VAMPIRE DRACO! SMUT! BLOODSUCKING! 🫠🥰😍