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Look. If there's an amnesia fic and no podfic of it, by golly, I'm going to (ask for permission to) record it!

[Podfic] It'll Come Back by @vukovich (E; 1 hour, 42 minutes)

Draco Malfoy wakes up in the Thickey ward not remembering anything except that the Auror in front of him is his husband.

But he's not.

A tale of owning up to who you used to be.

Victory Lap by Vukovich (5k, E)

Tags: mature drarry, established relationship, bdsm

Excerpt (abridged):

Once I’ve eroded into him, there’s still the matter of his t-shirt between my face and his skin. There’s chest hair I should be burying my nose into. I lift it up, crawl under, and squeeze it back down over my head. The next breath feels like my first. He smells like bar soap and home, and I suck him into my lungs and hold him there like nicotine. It hits my brain on the exhale, and I go boneless. The air comes out of me in a groan that belongs in hospice. He says in words what I can’t. “That case went on way too long.” Part of forgetting him is forgetting the parts of myself that are his. He finds me with his hands first. He always has. He pulls the back of my shirt out of my trousers, and his hands are electric. He runs his nails up my exposed back, and I writhe as though I’ve never been touched before. The opposite is true, though. He knows every square inch of me. He knows me like an instrument. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

I am so impressed with this fic. With how much it achieves in 5k. The worldbuilding in it is just the backdrop for the sex, which is the undeniable and glorious centerpiece, but I loved it down to the last little detail. The quirky, unpredictable prose kept me on my toes throughout. And the sex is heady. Sweet and hot and heavy, all intimacy, longing, and the relief of homecoming. A glorious read.

Sorry if this is too much detail, but I’ve been trying to find it for weeks to no avail. Thank you!

Guest rec! Guest rec! Guest rec! Friends of the Library is back for February! Shout out to the amazingly talented and wise @vukovich for agreeing last minute to come host Happy Hour with me! She's got a wonderful treat for you, so I'm going to get out of her way and let her share it!

Cheers! Sit! We’re doing shots.

One-shots, that is.

When asked to supply a starter round, I figured it’s gotta be strong, and it’s gotta be fast. And seeing how I remember less than 5% of what I read, I headed straight to AO3 and went shopping. I treat AO3 the way I treat a thrift store, so I dug until I found something hefty.

This little fluff fic is a gem. A perfect morsel of a story. An unopened 2017 vintage, if you can believe it. It’s only a few brushstrokes and doesn’t need more.

I have to agree with the author’s note; I couldn’t get it out of my head, either.

Fireworks by OctoberSky13 (327 words, rated G)

Fireworks and Fluff

Thanks, Vuk! Who doesn't love a little hair of the dog to kickstart your morning! We hope you enjoy this (one)shot as much as we did!

So excited for this cracky, hilarious, and hot Drarry to hit your ears. Enjoy!!!

Potter's Got a Tiny Dick (that I can't stop thinking about swallowing whole) by @vukovich Pairing: Draco x Harry Rating: E Length: 43 minutes Summary:

Things I can fit in my mouth: Eight large marshmallows Two golden kiwi ((the fruit) not that kind of fruit) Most of Pansy Parkinson's Fist The end of a Coke can Things I'd like to fit in my mouth: Harry Potter's dick An entire chocolate and toffee muffin from that place on Upper St Harry Potter's balls A very nice glass of Merlot ((I'm not terribly fussy) but I lie) Harry Potter's dick AND balls

The END of yesterday's pair:

You’re horrible (and I love it)

Creator:  @vukovich Sub-theme:  End Rating:  Explicit Word count: 12K Warnings/tags: Premature Ejaculation; Oblivious Harry Potter; bicurious Harry Potter; Top Draco Malfoy; Bottom Harry; Inappropriate Humor; Wedding date; Humor; Snarky Draco Malfoy; POV Draco Malfoy; Gay Draco Malfoy; Fluff and Humor; Pining

Summary:

Between you and me, my favourite thing about Harry might be that he ended before we even began. If you catch my drift.

Read it on AO3!

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis

Vukovich @vukovich

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Gawain Robards, Kingsley Shacklebolt Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Secret Identity, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Legilimens Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate Use of Legilimency (Harry Potter), Auror Harry Potter, Auror Ron Weasley, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Violence, Mind Games, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Sex While Using Polyjuice Potion (Harry Potter), Betrayal, Smut, Angst, Whump, Thriller, Crime Fighting, Enemies to Lovers, Case Fic

Summary:

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

Excerpt:

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, but the Doppelgänger grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back down. His lips found Harry’s, followed by teeth, tongue, and his hands on Harry’s arse.

The man kissed like he was starving. He'd kissed Harry the other times, but not like this. As though Harry could disappear at any moment.

The Doppelgänger clutched Harry’s head. His hips rolled, seeking friction. His hard length pressed against Harry’s belly, and a needy whine trickled from his nose.

Harry broke away with a sharp gasp. Under him, his mirror image lay, lips parted and pupils blown wide. The Doppelgänger’s blush crept down under the collar of his shirt. He gripped Harry’s arse and writhed. He whimpered, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Was this what Harry looked like? Lost to lust, was this how he looked? As though the slightest touch would make him come in his trousers?

He rocked his dick against the Doppelgänger and was rewarded with a whispered, “Please…”

Harry bit his lip and thrust again. The Doppelgänger arched his back, breath panting. “Harry…”

With a sigh, he buried his face against the Doppelgänger’s neck, then drew a deep breath. Toast. Always fucking toast. His shadow hid his wry smile as he rose on all fours.

The Doppelgänger’s hands flew to Harry’s trousers, tugging them down.

“Bit greedy,” Harry said. He sat up, stripped his jacket off, and tossed it in a corner. The Doppelgänger said nothing, eyes glued to Harry’s fingers working their way down the buttons of his shirt. He threw it in the corner, too.

Still, the Doppelgänger said nothing, sharp tongue only darting out to wet his lips. His green eyes met Harry’s, and the gut-deep urgency in his gaze made Harry’s breath catch.

Not simple desire, or lust, or the promise of a bedroom conquest. No, far more than that. The ache of lonely nights. The raw need to touch and be touched. The primal requirement of shared body heat.

The Doppelgänger looked up at him in a silent plea.

Summary

Problem: I'm a twenty-four year-old academic prodigy, but I'd trade my diplomas for a good, hard fuck. Since that's not a real thing I can do, I guess I'll pack up my dildo collection and go to the States for this doctoral program. If I can raise the money for tuition.

Solution: Virginity: the original NFT. Non-Fuckable Token. Assuming someone will pay for it.

Spoiler: Someone does. Handsomely. And repeatedly. And then I stole his cat.

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“It was that good?” Albus is close to squealing with excitement.

I take a deep breath. “Promise you won’t tell?”

“Cross my heart.”

He settles in to wait for the story of how I, Rosalind Jean Weasley-Granger sold my virginity for a small kingdom.I take a deep breath and prepare to weave a filthy tale.

Inspired by For Sale by Owner: Rose Weasley-Granger's Virginity by @vukovich​ 

Adapted with Author's permission.

I adore this story with all my heart, and I wanted to nurture a new skill and mostly just mess around with programs that already exist on my comp. I hope you enjoy this retelling of a truly spectacular story by an unbelievably talented human who I can only HOPE to be as amazing as, someday.