It’s a very interesting take on Draco and Harry’s relationship. On the first look, it may look like it’s about their newly discovered kink, but it’s mIt’s a very interesting take on Draco and Harry’s relationship. On the first look, it may look like it’s about their newly discovered kink, but it’s much more than that. There is a conflict, solidly connected to their past, tender domesticity, and also a great portrayal of their feelings for each other. Actually, this story is about love. Interestingly and unusually structured narrative, too.
Harry and Draco live together, and Harry’s planning a quiet, romantic dinner on the balcony of their apartment. Draco has an entirely different4 stars
Harry and Draco live together, and Harry’s planning a quiet, romantic dinner on the balcony of their apartment. Draco has an entirely different plan, in true Slytherin fashion.
Harry and Draco’s third anniversary. Harry is an auror, Draco is a healer.
Draco is exhausted, missed their anniversary dinner, but Harry makes it allHarry and Draco’s third anniversary. Harry is an auror, Draco is a healer.
Draco is exhausted, missed their anniversary dinner, but Harry makes it all better.
“Nnnuh,” Draco replied, head thumping gratefully into the pillow. “That'll have to wait for another night, because I'm about to pass out. Unless you have a somnophilia kink I don't know about.” “How would you? You'd be too busy snoring to find out.”
Sweet, steamy, and hilarious, a lovely episode from their life. Loved it!...more
Ron is shocked, Draco is nonchalant, Harry is happy.
Harry
Ooh, it’s a recurring trope, and I love it.
“Harry, are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”
Ron is shocked, Draco is nonchalant, Harry is happy.
Harry grumbled, starting to pull on Draco's collar so that he could undo the knot. “We need to switch back, before more people notice...” He trailed off as he realised Draco wasn't bothering to help him undo their ties. “You like this,” Harry breathed out in awe. Draco shrugged. “The colour matches your eyes.”
Ten years after the war. Harry’s about to make a speech at a party, but he’s distracted.
Harry had said he'd be able wait, that h
Oh. My. God. [image]
Ten years after the war. Harry’s about to make a speech at a party, but he’s distracted.
Harry had said he'd be able wait, that he could handle it all night. Draco's laugh had tickled something in Harry chest, the irresistible high of a challenge he knew he'd win.
A collection of short stories based on words that don’t have an exact English equivalent, the only thing you can do is to explain them, circums4 stars
A collection of short stories based on words that don’t have an exact English equivalent, the only thing you can do is to explain them, circumscribe them.
Some of these stories fit into existing ‘verses (Foundations!verse, Turn!verse, Fluffy!verse, All Life Is Yours to Miss), others are stand alones.
Word #2 (view spoiler)[Tartle (hide spoiler)] A Foundations!verse story. Clive’s first birthday party at the Malfoy Manor. Cute little story.
Word #3 (view spoiler)[Mamihlapinatapai (hide spoiler)] This word captures that special look shared between two people, when both are wishing that the other would do something that they both want, but neither want to do. A stand-alone. I loved this one!
Word #5 (view spoiler)[Fremdschämen/Myötähäpeä (hide spoiler)] A really great stand-alone! It is set in Hogwarts, told from the viewpoints of Blaise, Pansy and Greg.
Word #22 (view spoiler)[L’esprit de l’escalier (hide spoiler)] The first one I’ve heard before. Foundations!verse, no appearance of Harry and Draco, only Eloise, Cecile, and some other healers and nurses. Fun story.
The staircase is quiet for long seconds as department heads, trainee Healers and nurses alike gaze around at each other, exchanging delighted, conspiratorial smiles and basking in the unexpected connection that despising Augustus Tremellen has given them.
Word #25 (view spoiler)[Bilita Mpash (hide spoiler)] An amazing dream. Not just a "good" dream; the opposite of a nightmare. A Hogwarts short. Too short, actually.
The story belongs to the All Life Is Yours to Miss-verse, but it’s actually a Stanley-short. Harry and Draco want to spend a romantic weekend together The story belongs to the All Life Is Yours to Miss-verse, but it’s actually a Stanley-short. Harry and Draco want to spend a romantic weekend together but their holiday is wrecked by an unexpected stowaway.
“Look, I was just trying to help your idiotic beetle,” Harry snaps, flinging himself into the water with a splash and swimming out towards Stanley. “Oh, my beetle, is he now?” Draco says, stung. The beetle tacks happily and splashes in the water, apparently unperturbed by the depth or the argument.
The spa scene is kind of crass, though, Draco and Harry behave neglectfully.
A sweet, heartwarming Christmas story, set in Grimmauld Place.
“This one’s singing, Harry!”
“Certainly is,” Harry says, reflecting Clive’s grin back
A sweet, heartwarming Christmas story, set in Grimmauld Place.
“This one’s singing, Harry!”
“Certainly is,” Harry says, reflecting Clive’s grin back to him.
“Can I take this to show Mrs Mafloy?”
Draco emits a small sound of amusement, and Harry can’t blame him—the image of Narcissa Malfoy’s face as she patiently admires a singing, sparkling wooden snowman is an extremely entertaining one.
“She’ll be delighted,” Draco opines, voice dry and eyes narrowed in concentration.
Harry doesn’t need to see him to know that he’s sitting in his usual position for dinner-supervis
Domestic fluff, with love shining through it all.
Harry doesn’t need to see him to know that he’s sitting in his usual position for dinner-supervising—cross-legged atop the kitchen table with the Prophet open across his lap and his hands wrapped around the ubiquitous coffee cup. He looks immaculate and completely relaxed, despite what Harry knows has been a gruelling day at Foundations, and that knowledge just adds an extra spike to Harry’s irritation. He knows he looks terrible, messy and crumpled and hollow-eyed after a twelve-hour shift, and it’s just not fair, really. He sighs. Flexes his fingers inside the cupboard with some difficulty, still refusing to relinquish the rosemary on principle and trying to remember a time when he felt like the boss of his own kitchen.
The story is set during chapter six of Foundations, after Christmas.
Draco’s viewpoint - his insecurities and fears are portrayed shockingly palpable.
BThe story is set during chapter six of Foundations, after Christmas.
Draco’s viewpoint - his insecurities and fears are portrayed shockingly palpable.
Beautifully written, heartbreaking and full of love.
“That’s... ah, god... what’s wrong?” he demands. Draco stares up at him through the strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes. The power struggle is nothing new, but the frustration inside him burns intolerably now and he’s never hated Harry’s infamous stubbornness so much.
Another hot pwp and a glimpse into Harry and Draco's everyday life.
Harry loved Draco’s apartment. He’d had his reservations when he first moved in
Another hot pwp and a glimpse into Harry and Draco's everyday life.
Harry loved Draco’s apartment. He’d had his reservations when he first moved in, but it hadn't taken long for it to feel like home. Besides, the view more than made up for it. Draco came padding down the hallway barely a minute later, wearing just a blue pair of pyjama bottoms. The water had darkened the colour of his hair to a rich gold, and he’d pushed it roughly back out of his eyes. It was a far cry from his smart daytime look; how could Harry not stop and stare? After all, Draco looked even better than the city lights outside.
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