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good morning, love

Harry wakes up with the sunrise.

He hates doing it, always has, but all those years being forced to get up at five in the morning just to cook breakfast for the Dursleys that he wouldn't even be allowed to touch left him with that particular quirk.

But he's not there anymore

He's not in Hogwarts, either. Somehow, he survived his school years, he survived a war, he won that war, and now he's living in Grimmauld Place and feeling... quite good actually.

After all, he has his Draco sleeping next to him.

Backfire

Draco tried to curse Potter with a chastity spell. Potter bounced the spell back to him. Draco wouldn't be able to come unless Potter allowed it.

Draco was beyond fucked.

Buckshot

All Harry knew was that Malfoy was definitely up to something, and he was going to figure out what it was.

Then blond shit shot that damn spell at him. In hindsight, that had been one of the best things that ever happened to Harry.

lately it feels alright

Draco isn't even planning on having morning sex. He's getting ready to leave for class when Harry pounces. The four eyed monster just drags him to the bed and kisses him like hasn't seen him in years, like they haven't just spent a night in each other's arms. Potter's ridiculous like that.

Draco just knows he'll end up being late for class (and he hopes Harry's dormmates are heavy sleepers.)

angels like you

It slips out of him while he has Draco pinned down on the floor.

"Let's have another one," Harry says as he sucks on the bite mark in Draco's beautiful neck.

It turns out to be one of his best ideas.

bad idea, right?

Draco knows he shouldn't be doing this.

As he stands in front of the mirror, looking back at a face that doesn't belong to him, he knows that what he's doing is a mistake, but he keeps going anyway. He doesn't recognize the person in the mirror, but he knows he looks great, he looks sexy, like temptation.

It's perfect.

If Harry is going to cheat on him with someone, it's definitely with this girl.

let's (not) pretend

His wife has filled the house with chintz. To keep it real I fuck him on the floor.

You Show Me Yours (And I'll Show You Mine)

"What is that!?" Draco practically shouted. "That—thing between your legs! What is it? and why is it so... big?"

"My prick?" he asked, confused. "It's always been big."

Draco frowned at him. "It's weird. I've never seen one."

That just confused Harry. "Then what do you have down there?"

"It's just different," Draco huffed, his eyes locked on Harry's cock. “Maybe it’s a muggle thing.”

"Show me?" Harry asked.

Draco bit his bottom lip, considering it. "Alright."

when rome's in ruins

The first time Draco met the Boy-Who-Lived, he'd been drunk in a muggle bar in the middle of London.

The second time they met, Harry had been sitting on the front seat for his first Potions class of the year.

Needless to say, Draco knew he was in for a long year.

hit the brakes before you crash your broom

Punishment was not something Draco liked. It was by definition never enjoyable, and he more than understood that, but he also accepted that it was something he desperately needed.

That's where Potter comes in.

“Your problem, Draco,” he said conversionally, “is that you always want to have the upper hand, always have to have the last word. You don’t know when to stop, whether you're winning or losing, and tonight, I’m not stopping either.”

shades of green

Meeting Harry Potter for the second time doesn't go the way Draco expects.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he introduces himself with a hand stretched out, trying to follow the script he had memorized in his head.

Harry gives him a cold once over, and ever so slowly, he takes Draco's hand in his own, his grip so tight it almost hurts.

That's his first clue.

The Road To Here

Harry's not sure when exactly he went from wanting to break Malfoy's face whenever he saw him to wanting to stuff him full with his pups, but if he were to make an educated guess, he'd say it was about... five minutes after he figured out what wanking was.

But still, he was a rational human, he could fight Malfoy during the day and then wank to images of Draco during the night, it was a perfect system… Right until he presented as an alpha and all of his repressed desires bursted out of him like a dam breaking.

The Birth of Venus

A glimpse of silver is all it takes for Harry fall hard and fast. He may not know who, or even what the creature is, but he's nothing if not stubborn, he had to learned how to survive on his own, how to live, how to thrive and go for what he wants.

And what he wants is for the pretty blond to want him as much as Harry does him.

toxic (a taste of your lips)

“You could always let him fuck you,” Pansy said to Draco. “I'd pay to see that.”

Draco made a face.

“Oh, we know you would,” Theo said evenly, “but Draco here is too proud to lose his topping gold star.”

“He's scared that he'll like it a little too much and will forget how his dick works,” Blaise added unhelpfully, and Draco felt his whole face turn red with fury.

He stuck his tongue out at them. What did they even know?

Contrary to Common Convention

After a failed first time with Harry, Draco is ready to run away and pretend it never happened, but the omega is not willing to let something so small ruin their budding relationship.

"Can we just... Can I try something?" Harry asks, his voice almost desperate as a wild idea comes to him.

Draco's expression is pained, but he takes a deep breath before speaking, and putting all his trust on Harry, the alpha asks. "What did you have in mind?"

james potter+harry potter+james sirius potter/draco malfoy

A Potter Tradition

Saying Jamie is excited to go back home for the holidays falls short.

After recently turning seventeen, he's more than ready to enjoy all the benefits adulthood brings, like using magic outside of school, getting his apparating license, and more importantly, joining his dad and grandpa in the family traditions.

He's been waiting for this moment since he learned about it, and now, as the train reaches the station, there's only one thought in his mind.

He can't wait to join the Potter tradition of breeding Draco's pussy.

sirius black/harry potter

You Put A Collar Around My Neck (I Call It Love)

If you were to ask anyone in Privet Drive about Sirius, they would tell you that he’s little Harry Potter’s dog. He’s a bit scary given his size, almost as big as the boy himself, but he’s otherwise harmless… as long as you treat Harry well, that is.

If you were to ask Harry, the answer probably wouldn’t be much different, either. Sirius is always Harry’s obedient puppy. He’s trained him very well, after all.

james potter/severus snape

contact with the enemy

No plan survives contact with the enemy. Severus should have remembered those words before he tried getting one over James Potter.

But luckily for him, he gets exactly what he wants, just maybe not how he wanted it.

sirius black/harry potter/James potter/lucius malfoy/draco malfoy

oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

The parchment seems to contain a family tree. Right below Sirius, and connected to James Potter and Lucius Malfoy are two names written in perfectly clear calligraphy.

Harry James Potter Black ; Draco Lucius Malfoy Black

His jaw falls, leaving his mouth wide open while Draco finally regains his voice. "So you're telling us that Sirius Black—"

"Sirius got both of our dads up the duff!?" Harry interrupts, finishing Draco's sentence for him.

or,

the one where Harry and Draco discover their true parentage almost one year deep into their rivals-turned-friends-with-benefits situationship

we'll take the trail marked on our fater's map

Sirius should have known this would happen eventually.

He doesn't say anything when he sees it, but he notices it. It's impossible not to.

He sees the way Draco’s eyes travel down when Harry stretches in the morning and his shirt rides up, the way Harry's breath falters when Draco bends over to pick a stray piece of the board game they’re playing.

He notices because he’s looking, too.

or,

the one where Harry and Draco band together to make their dad(dy) lose his mind.

i'll be harder than your husband to get along with

It all started when the Dark Lord lured the Potter brat into the Department of Mysteries, only to end up being exposed to the masses after Lucius failed to get the prophecy from him.

Lucius knows what that means for him. It's the third time he has failed Him, amd he knows this time he won't come out of it alive.

Maybe that's why he does it. When he apparates, he goes not to the Dark Lord, or to his wife. No. He goes where he promised himself he would never go back to.

He goes to Sirius Black.

or,

the one where Lucius is not having a good time, and gets some comfort from his family

my lover's blood rushes right through me

There's a boy sleeping on the chair next to James' bed.

When he wakes up, he blinks a couple of times, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face, and in doing that he reveals a pair of familiar green eyes, and a scarred forehead that James would recognize anywhere.

“Harry…?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Dad?” the boy—his son replies, voice full of something raw, green eyes shining with wonder.

or,

the one where James wakes up from a very long nap and then proceeds to question his life choices.

blaise zabini/ron weasley

Bullseye

Set after chapter 4 of Buckshot.

Ron leaves the party drunk and is followed by Blaise.

They both know what they want, even if only one of them is willing to admit it.

It's no matter, Blaise will give it to him regardless.

harry potter/fenrir greyback

The Boy and the Bitch (written in collaboration with AlexWolf292)

Gathering all his remaining strength, Fenrir howled loudly into the air, after which he knelt and fell to the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he lost consciousness, his broken body left sprawled on the ground.

He didn't know it, but on the other side of the clearing, a young boy was walking towards him, his green eyes perfectly visible even in the darkness of the night.

Help was coming, but it wouldn't come for free.

he's all that and more

harry potter/severus snape

Black Velvet

Pushing past Snape's defenses and finding his deepest, most guarded memory had almost been like a game of quidditch, where the reward was a snitch full of knowledge

He almost wishes it hadn't been.

He knew he should feel sick, he should find his father's actions repulsive, but instead, all he could think of was the humiliated look on the young Slytherin's face, the blush that went all the way down his neck, his shouts of anger as they stripped him bare and dragged him to the Forbidden Forest to 'teach him a lesson.'

Harry's cock had never been so hard in his life.

derek hale/stiles stilinski

One of the first things people learn in St. Ailbe's is that you don't mess with Stilinski.

At first he doesn't seem like much, just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, an hyperactive kid with gangly limbs that is unable to speak without some form of sarcasm, his first impression is harmless enough.

But that impression never lasts long.

or

5 times Stiles showed he was more than he seems + 1 time he didn't need to

midnight present

By the time the moon went down and Derek came back home, Stiles was deeply asleep.

The sight of his mate would've been enough to work him up on a regular day, but then he noticed them.

Stiles was wearing gray boxers.

Stiles was wearing the special gray boxers.

Douche Wolf

When Stiles Stilinski appeared at his door asking him to go with him to look for a dead body, Jackson knew he only had two choices:

one, close the door on his face and spend the rest of the night worrying that he was going to get himself stuck in a bear trap and die

or

two, suck it up and go with him so he can get him out of the bear trap when he inevitably gets stuck in it.