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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 365 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Teddy Lupin/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Established Harry/Draco, Threesome, Polyamory, Drunkenness, Kissing, POV Second Person, POV Draco Malfoy Summary: Here’s how it happens: Teddy is drunk. A/N: I saw that our beloved Hogwarts365 / @hogwarts365 is closing for new prompts, and I really wanted to show my gratitude for the comm over the years. Thanks so much! <3 This is for the prompts: thankful and full circle
“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”
— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)
Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down
written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Dangerous by Big Data, Joywave. (a sherlock reference? in a drarry microfic? more likely than you think.)
“My flat. Come if convenient. DM.”
Harry frowns and sets his phone down decisively, leaving the text unanswered.
A minute later: “If inconvenient, come anyway. DM.”
Harry’s lips almost, almost, quirk in amusement but he flattens them quickly and takes a swig from his pint, ignoring the text. He had meant what he had said the last time they had done this. It was the last.
Another text: “Could be dangerous. DM.”
“God damn it,” Harry mutters, even though he can already feel his heart accelerating in anticipation. Whether it’s the adrenaline high he’s addicted to or it’s Draco himself who’s the addiction— Harry’s no good at resisting temptation.
Downing his pint, he throws a few sickles onto the bartop, and pushes his way out of the pub and into a nearby alley. He palms his wand and apparates to Draco’s, blood singing, a euphoric smile playing at his lips.
People who can write fanfiction and draw art for it how does it feel to have more power than god
Drarry microfic: "Dangerous"
The Detection Charms on Draco’s Knockturn Alley flat activated just after midnight, startling him awake like a cold-sweat nightmare.
He switched on the lamp, then shook the bare shoulder of the man sleeping beside him, his rising panic making him rough. Draco’s escape plan did not account for him. Merlin, he’d been a fool. A besotted, reckless fool.
“Potter, wake up. We have to go. Now.”
“What’s going on?” Harry mumbled.
“We have about three minutes until the people outside dismantle my wards.”
Draco jerked open the drawer of the bedside table and fumbled through it to find the stirring rod that was charmed into a Portkey. The thought of shadowy figures watching them through the windows, listening, made him shudder.
“What people?”
“Aurors, I assume. For fuck’s sake, move—unless you want to do some fast talking about why you’re naked in my bed.”
Harry didn’t move. He watched Draco pull on his trousers and slip his arms into his button-down with obvious disappointment. Draco avoided his eyes.
“I thought you said you were doing Potions research.”
“Well, the Potions part is true,” Draco said wryly.
He threw Harry’s clothes at him before grabbing the satchel that was always packed and ready. Beneath his bare feet, the floorboards began to vibrate from the tendrils of magic creeping over his wards, seeking a crack.
“Draco, what are you—”
“Not now! Are you coming with me or not?”
Harry’s gaze flickered over Draco’s face, then he nodded and gathered up his clothing. Draco felt his knees weaken with relief.
“Where are we going?”
“Kyiv. Then we’ll Apparate a few times to make sure they’re off our trail.”
Draco crawled across the rumpled bed until he was straddling Harry. He smelled like sex and the cheap Firewhisky that they always sipped in Draco’s draughty lounge, talking, circling around each other, until their veins burned with it and they couldn’t hold back any longer. It was the closest thing Draco had to predictable in his unpredictable life.
“What the fuck have you got yourself into?” Harry whispered.
Draco wrapped one hand around the satchel handle and the other around on the back of Harry’s neck, pressing the stirring rod against the knobs of his vertebrae.
“Something dangerous. Something I can’t walk away from now.”
He wasn’t talking about the illegal Potions lab in the attic.
With a whispered word, Draco activated the Portkey.
Written for the @drarrymicrofic song prompt, "Dangerous" by Big Data ft. Joywave.
one of the smartest things the hp fandom has ever done is to universally characterize pansy and draco as mean gay little friends
The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.
“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.
“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”
“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”
“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”
“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck.
“Sounds perfect.”
For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me.
society depicts hell as the hot underworld from Dante’s Inferno, but I think we’ve all encountered some variation of Satan’s influence and it fucking looks like this:
The Dateless
“Lost your friends Potter?”
“They’ve ditched me.” Harry replied morosely, wondering what had possessed him to plonk down next to Draco Malfoy of all people. He blamed his traitorous friends for ignoring him. “Sickeningly loved up the lot of them.”
Draco screwed up his nose in disgust at that, an action which combined with the alcohol induced pink flush across his cheeks Harry absently noted was kind of cute. Wait, what? Harry glared down at his champagne glass. How many of these had he had?
“No date then?” Harry asked, when it became apparent that Draco wasn’t going to initiate any further conversation.
Draco smirked slowly and raised his left arm just enough that the sleeve of his sky blue dress robe slipped back to reveal the reddened edge of his dark mark.
“With this glowing endorsement branded into my skin you’d think suitors would be throwing themselves at me wouldn’t you?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright you arse, I get it — let’s talk about something else.”
“Oh? What makes you think I’m going to waste any more of my evening talking to you?”
Draco’s tone was cutting but Harry didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped, could almost feel the caress of his appraisal across his body. Already this ministry ball was seeming a lot less dull.
“Why not? We’re both here tonight, together.” Harry drained his glass and stood. The room was too hot, too loud and he’d spotted a secluded balcony earlier which looked perfect for what he had in mind. He extended his hand to help Draco from his chair. “What have you got to lose?”
@drarrymicrofic prompt: Waste It On Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS
The Black Sisters: Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa.
Ship Sizes
Supercarrier: fandom flagship. Everybody and their dog ships it. The fandom is glutted with artwork and fic. You cannot escape this ship.
Dreadnought: massively popular. Nearly everybody ships it. You can, with dedication, in theory, reach the end of the AO3 archive for the ship’s tag, but it’ll take a long time.
Cruiser: pretty popular ship. Not everyone ships it, but everyone knows about it. Has a good amount of fic/art, and probably multiple ask blogs.
Frigate: just plain popular. Feels like it could use more fanworks. New people to the fandom might not know about it, but they’ll stumble across it sooner rather than later.
Gunboat: bit of a rarepair. It might have an ask blog or two. A couple big name fans ship it. Probably only takes a few weeks to get through the entire AO3 backlog, and one new fic gets added during that time.
Tugboat: rarepair. Almost never seen except as a side pairing to a more popular ship. You can usually get through everything on AO3 in a matter of days. You’ve forgotten what it is to be picky about what you read.
Rowboat: less than a dozen people ship it. You all know each other. You exist in an endless cycle of the same five people desperately producing art and fic and one person who constantly contributes headcanons.
Canoe: you are one of maybe three people who ship it, and there’s a not-insignificant chance you’ve never encountered those other two hypothetical shippers. You spend your days paddling furiously in hopes of keeping the ship afloat, dreaming of the day you upgrade to a rowboat so you can finally rest.
Had this lying around on my iPad for some time now.
Always there for some ‘silver trio‘ feels. <3
Spring
Under the slowly awakening trees the dappled sunlight softens their edges. One nymph-like in his beauty, all cheekbone and pale arches, weaves spring flowers into his sleeping lover’s curls. Long dark lashes against golden skin flutter open and green eyes glitter up at him. Their lips are kiss-bitten; pink and full like the blossoms all around.
@drarrymicrofic prompt: Androgynous