#<- OH!! NEVAR MIND… anyway…!

[parabiont]

I’m a vulture culture geek, so I like Mew because it is reminiscent of an embryo (it’s also nostalgic— it was perhaps my favorite when I was a kid!).

While looking for fanart of retro Mew— the rendition I love most, these days— I found people pointing out more clever details I had never considered! In Pokémon Yellow, its Pokédex entry says, “When viewed through a microscope, this Pokémon's short, fine, delicate hair can be seen,” which may represent lanugo— “the first hair to be produced by the fetal hair follicles… It is normally shed before birth.” Mew’s iconic, protective bubble symbolizes the placenta, which protects the embryo. Looking at its Red/Green sprite, it is easy to see why some think its tail looks like an umbilical cord.

^ Me trying to get back in the womb. I’ve had enough of this place!

I like the thought put into this Pokémon. Its Crystal Pokédex entry says that scientists hypothesize that it is the universal common ancestor of all Pokémon, which is a topic of interest in the real world, too. While the real world universal ancestor is probably unicellular and microscopic, an embryo is similarly rudimentary and ambiguous enough to develop into all sorts of things!

Originally, Mew wasn’t going to appear in the game (COULD YOU IMAGINE?!?!?!). Shigeki Morimoto was instructed not to include Mew but did so secretly because, after all was said and done, there was still room for one more Pokémon in the code. It couldn’t be accessed through normal gameplay, though— only through bugs. "Unless we could think about any good opportunity to do so, the existence of Mew wouldn’t have been revealed to the public. It was left in there in case it was suitable for some post-launch activity,” Morimoto said. Red and Blue initially didn’t do as well as expected. But after players accidentally discovered Mew, Nintendo launched an event for twenty people to have Mew added to their game. Over 78,000 people participated, which helped Red and Green to become best-sellers. Pokémon may not be what it is today without Mew!

Mew is very cute, but it is so much more than its appearance! It has rich history and symbolism which makes it an excellent representative for this era of Pokémon! :^)

Sources:

https://www.reddit.com/r/pokemonconspiracies/comments/502657/mew_is_a_genetically_modified_embryo/ <— Love this! Short read! It talks about Mewtwo perhaps being influenced by Giygas, which makes me like Mewtwo— another one of my favs— even more!

On the Origin of Species: Mew by Xan Hutcheon on Bulbanews

Mew’s Bulbapedia page

The fascinating story of how Mew saved Pokemon Red and Blue by Paul Cot on Dexerto

[arcadeacid]

One letter you never gonna read

Yes, this one is for you my boy.

I don’t know how to describe what I feeling but I think the best way to describe it is that feels like a drug abstinence, like if I was in some how addicted to you. Today is Wednesday and I don’t talk (or see you) since Monday, isn’t even 13H and I already thought about sending you a message a thousand times, maybe even write something a couple of times, but every time I think about sending I also remember what I’ve said to you; that if you want, when you want, you could called me, that I don’t want make you feel like I’m suffocating you, I wanna give to you some space, I want you to look for me, I want you to miss me, but I really don’t think you will.

Today I’ve read all our conversations, since the first messages on Grindr to the last message I send to you, a song that I don’t even know if you heard, because you said nothing about it.

Fuck, and I keep thinking about every little thing that happened last time when we were together, like when you ask to see a picture of friend and then got turn on to have sex, and then I wonder, when you’re fucking me you think in someone else? When you cum are you thinking in me or there’s other one in your mind? Sou think in me?

I also heard you washing your mouth like a hundred of times after the last time we had sex, and remember that when I lean to kiss you in the second time you have literally said no but ended up letting me kiss you, but then I wonder, what do you felt when you kissed me? Did you felt disgusted? Because I nevar heard you washing your mouth so many times

Any way, like I said in the begging I don’t even know if you gonna read this some day, but I’ve decide that I’ll give you two weeks for you send me something, a simple Hi it’s enough, but if you doesn’t do that I’ll message you after these two weeks, I’ll try to set something for us to do, but I swear, I’ll never more cry for you again, I’ll never more feel any other feeling than sex relates to you, I’m very sad to almost be sure that this is what’s gonna to happen, because oh my boy, I really loved in the way I almost never did before, and wish you love me back

Anyway, now it’s me my self and I do deal with this addiction from you, but since everything in life is ephemeral, this gonna pass too. And I swear I will stop to go on Grindr just to check the last time you was online, because this is fucking broken me

[sellerstale]

Prologue (EN)

It always starts the same way. Well, not always, but most of the time it’s like this: the child falls in the mountain, in the flower patch, and the name of the one who fell comes to mind. And go, we get back on our feet, they’re determined, it’s not a few scratches, a bleeding knee and the creeping darkness that will stop that kid. Anyway, if they didn’t move, nothing would happen, there would be no story. But we all want a story, right? You who read these lines, me who writes them, and this child who lives them. Yes, it all starts the same way as usual. You can all recognize it. Besides, it’s the same Frisk as usual. The tangled hair, the pink and blue striped pullover, the yellow-ish skin. The setting is mostly the same, too: collapsed pillars, crumbled stones, and this little bed of golden flowers shining in the thin ray of sunlight. It’s a place where the time seems to have stopped. Even the dust seems stalled in the air, shining when hit by the ray of light. A door, like a giant mouth, is open in front of the child, who knows that they will have to follow this path. Climbing back up is impossible. And there would be no tale like this. The child feels the ground, finds their walking stick, and straightens up, all ready. What awaits them, this time? The child awaits for the first encounter. People don’t fall accidently in the depths of Mt. Ebott. They chose this destiny, even if they know they probably won’t come back. But when a poor kid thinks, from the heart, that humans are worse than the monsters from the legends, maybe they’re right to think that they will be better off with the monsters. Gotta be kinda desperate, you know that? -hHOOOooooiiiiIIIIIII!!!!11!1! Frisk jumped, and looked down. Their gaze caught the eyes of a small smiling creature, looking part cat and part dog, wearing a striped t-shirt. -hOi! iM tEMmiE! tEmMIE-chAN the TEMmie! i’Ve nEVar sEeN Sum1 LIk u hERe, r U NEw??6? The child answered affirmatively. They were a bit surprised by the strange… accent of the creature, it was a bit hard to follow. But at least it didn’t seem mean or aggressive. It was a bit of a relief. -uR kUTe, cAn i HUg U? And suddenly the innocent-looking creature creeped closer, and started to swell like it was trying to fill the whole cavern. Out of pure reflex, the child stepped back as much as possible. -BuT whY DONt u WanT tO hUG me? And Temmie got even closer and got so much bigger, until Frisk had almost no space to hide… were they going to finish this tale so soon, hugged to death by this strange, swelling creature?! It was way too soon, but all of this was so absurd, so inhuman… -What are you still doing here, little pest? Ice bolts crashed on Temmie-chan, and its size got smaller and smaller. It left whining, and Frisk took a little pity on it, looking at it like this. It’s not like it really wanted to hurt them after all! But it was still a relief to look at it leave, and Frisk could finally see the person who saved them. She was tall and a bit bulky, but most of all, she was covered in purple fur. Bunny ears were on top of her head going through holes in a straw hat decorated with a few flowers. She was dressed in a purple dress embroidered with a white emblem of wings and wierd shapes. Frisk felt reassured when she gave them her hands to get back up. She was not… swelling, or vibrating, and her speach was normal. And she was smiling with a friendly expression on her gentle face. -You’re not hurt, I hope? she said in a gruff but benevolent tone. Frisk pointed their knee, that didn’t stop bleeding since they feel down the mountain. It was not that bad, but since she was offering, why not take her up on it? -Oh no, poor thing, you’re running red from there! It’s not normal, isn’t it? Wait, I think I’ve got something for that… And she got a bandage out of her pocket, and put it on the bleeding knee. Immediately, it seemed that the wound was healing and closing under the bandage! It was so strange, just like magic! But Frisk was only a child, and they were not that surprised to see real magic performed under their nose. A cat-dog that got fifty times its original size, magic ice bolts, instant healing… this really, truly was the world of monsters. They always believed it, they always wanted to believe it, and they got to this mountain because they knew. It was real. The magic monsters of the legends were real. Frisk smiled blissfully while the bunny-lady took their hands and dragged them behind her, explaining that there were many puzzles here and that they would need to adjust to it. Of course they would. The tale had just begun. O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O

English is not my first language, so even if I’m fluent and read mostly in English, some stuff may come out awkward. Do tell me if you notice such things.

Next chapter: https://sellerstale.tumblr.com/post/165154429808/ruins-1

[emma-overland]

Ghost part 28

Prompt: Some dead people…some not dead people…you know the drill by now

Prompter: Queenie

I swear it feels like every time I think things are going to get better, they get much much worse.

The apartment was quiet save for the murmur of voices in the living room. But Hiccup wasn’t focused on those right now. Instead his attention was focused completely on Jack. He sat in his desk chair facing the spirit who was currently hovering slightly off the bed looking more tired than Hiccup had ever seen someone. He was worried about the fair haired man…Jack just looked…dim…faded almost. He’d needed somewhere safe to go, some place that would allow him to build up the energy he’d lost and it was a mutual silent agreement that Aster’s apartment would be the safest place once Merida put up the wards.

For a long moment Hiccup simply sat and listened to the muffled tones coming from the other room, Aster’s deeper questioning tone followed shortly by Merida’s distinct voice though the words were nearly impossible to make out at the moment. She must be explaining things to him or something. Green eyes flickered from the door to Jack when he made a noise and shifted around.

“Jack…” Hiccup began only to stop and frown slightly when dulled blue eyes opened to look at him. “What makes this different?”

Jack blinked slowly and twisted to sit upright, crossing his legs under him into a lotus position. It made Hiccup think of the animated Peter Pan movie he’d loved as a child briefly with the whole…floating sitting thing. “What this?”

“This whole incident.” Hiccup made a vague motion with his hand. “She took a child but it isn’t the same as killing them? You would have known right?”

“Oh,” Jack sighed heavily looking more and more tired as he twisted his staff loosely in his hand.

Hiccup shook his head suddenly. “Never mind, just get some sleep Jack. You look ready to drop.”

“You asked…” Jack began as he rocked side to side in thought. “When a child dies I’m told by the sound of a bell chime.”

“That thing I heard at the school back…” Hiccup paused for a moment. It hadn’t really been that long ago but with all the chaos it had felt like almost a lifetime. But really it was, two maybe three months since he’d found Jack. “That chiming noise?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, that’s the sound for a child. It’s different…deeper tones for the ages. Let’s the right person know…but we hear them all the time anyway.” He adjusted his grip on his staff and leaned it against his shoulder, resting his head on the wood. “But this child wasn’t –“

Hiccup could pick up the rest of the sentence easily enough. “The child wasn’t killed. Then what does this woman do to them?”

There was a long stretch of silence. Hiccup glanced toward his window for a moment then back to Jack and wondered absently if the spirit wasn’t going to answer him. He stood up and crossed quietly over to the slightly flickering young man, reaching out to touch him only to stop when Jack jerked backward and shake his head.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Hiccup offered quietly, his hand falling to his side. The rejection had hurt but Hiccup didn’t know what was going through Jack’s mind at the moment. There was still so much he didn’t understand. “If it’s too difficult.”

Jack let out a heavy sigh and his head fell back to stare up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. “She consumes them. And there is nothing for you…when that happens.” Jack curled in toward himself and closed his eyes. “Please, Hiccup, just let me rest.”

Hiccup shuddered slightly at the turmoil coming from Jack but he nodded slightly. “I’ll be in the living room with Aster for a bit.” he offered before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He stayed by his door for several moments before glancing up from the hardwood under foot. Merida sat on the couch looking at him though her mobile was in her hand and she looked like she’d been in the middle of something. Blue eyes watched him sympathetically and Hiccup held her gaze for only a brief moment before looking around for Aster. The Australian was standing in front of the coffee pot muttering to himself and staring down at the carafe in hand. Normally it would have been a comical sight but at the moment it was just…confirming that things had gotten a lot harder. Hiccup steeled himself and moved to sit on the coffee table in front of Merida.

“Who is this woman? Who is she really?” Hiccup asked quietly. “What can you tell me about her?”

Merida pursed her lips into a tight line before sighing and leaning back slightly, rubbing absently at the back of her neck as Aster joined them. “I don’t know wut tae tell ya.” She sighed again. “Tha wooman is a monster who’s been around farevar. We were told staries growin’ up ‘bout tha monster in tha shadows. The Dark Wooman has been passed down far yeers an’ yeers. Nevar my specialty but…I know someone who can tell us moar.”

“Who is it?” Hiccup asked.

Merida glanced toward him and her eyes lingered on the leather cord around his neck causing the brunette to reach up and check it subconciously. “Ya’ve met her already. I’m goin’ tae see if she’ll come heere an’ talk. The home should be a safe place far nao so ya two jus’ need tae let Jack rest an’ recover. He’s lost a lot o’ energy doin’ wat he did. Pitch’ll be by later tae help stan’ guard.”

Hiccup nodded slightly. “Thank you Merida. You’ve got my number so call if you need any help.”

She offered a small grin at the suggestion that she’d need help but nodded and stood up, grabbing her weird little knitted bag she carried with her and the olive green parka she’d been wearing, the showed herself out of the apartment.

There was a long drawn out silence after Merida left and it took several minutes before Hiccup could work up the courage to look over at Aster. He wondered how the older man was handling the overload of information that he’d been subjected to over the past few hours. The expression on Aster’s face was peculiar and Hiccup resisted the urge to laugh, if only barely.

“You all right old man?” Hiccup asked, offering a small teasing grin.

Aster’s bright green eyes darted from glaring at the coffee in his cup as if it had offended him to looking up at Hiccup with a pinched expression. “We need ta talk mate.”

Hiccup winced slightly. “Yeah, thought so.”

“Yup.” Aster responded, popping the P rather loudly as he stood up and headed toward the kitchen once more. “But, I’mma need something stronger.” He stopped suddenly and turned to face Hiccup, pointing at him warningly. “Then, then you’re gonna tell me how the hell you got involved in this shit and how long it’s been goin’ on.”

“Better bring the whole bottle over here then.” Hiccup suggested.

Aster nodded, dark grey bangs falling into his eyes slightly. “Thought as much…”

[drarry-lover]

OH MY WORD! Guys! I managed to reach 5000 followers! Like seriously, that is amazing, oh my word, thank you all so much for following this little blog, you’re all so great!! ^^

I really want to do something to show you guys how honoured I feel, but I am rather poor and I lack any talents. Will you guys accept a rec-list of my all time favourite fics in a reblog-able format?

Rec will be in the cut below if anyone is interested in it, otherwise you’re all so amazing, please stay you and thank you so much!

Adrift by Cheryl Dyson 

This was supposed to be a swashbuckling pirate story. It sort of took a turn into Whaaaaa? but it's now my favorite, so I guess it's not all bad... Anyway, Auror Harry takes a vacation and runs into Pirate Draco. This fic contains MATURE content. (One-shot | 14k | M)

​All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound 

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on. (Multi-chapter | 140k | Explicit)

An Issue of Consequence by faithwood

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE. HPDM. SLASH. Mature content. (Multi-chapter | 21k | M)

A Slytherin in Gryffindor Clothing by mahaliem

Draco hits his head and wakes up in a world where he's a Gryffindor and Harry is a Slytherin. (Multi-chapter | 43k | M)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care. (Multi-chapter | 88k | Explicit)

Bitter Honey, Green Night by faithwood

 An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery. (One-shot | 14k | Explicit)

Black Truth by InferiorBeing

And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter. HD SLASH No HBP spoilers (Multi-chapter | 100k | T)

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered

 Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks. (One-shot | 54k | Explicit)

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't. (Multi-chapter | 102k | Explicit)

Checkmate by Naadi

Draco has a plan to get Harry Potter, and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real game of chess is played throughout the story. A seventh year story based on canon through Goblet of Fire. (Multi-chapter | 250k | T)

Dismantle Repair by shamrocker531

How a random meeting in a coffee shop can change everything. Non-magical. Draco/Harry, some Draco/Cedric, Harry/Oliver - Warning: Explicit sexual content. (Multi-chapter | 160k | M)

Draco the Cowardly Lion by Lomonaaeren

When Draco is Sorted into Gryffindor, everything changes. For the, uh, for the better? (One-shot | 5k | Teen and up)

Eclipse by Mijan

Draco swore revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and for once, he keeps his promise. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. But when Draco’s world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins. (Multi-chapter | 309k | T)

The Fall of the Veils by lettered 

This is the fic where Muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, Apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, Draco is asexual, and Harry has Legilimency sex with him. (One-shot | 60k | Mature)

Freudian Slip by jennavere 

Two years after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy is still obsessed with Harry Potter. Fed up, his father makes him get therapy. (One-shot | 10k | M)

Friend Like Me by LadyVaderWrites

Draco's rendition of the Love story that never was. (One-shot | 11k | M)

Gilded Soul by Digitallace 

It’s one thing to hear about the daring tales of Harry Potter but quite another to be living in the middle of one. But the danger Draco is destined for seems trivial once he finds himself falling in love with Harry. (Multi-chapter | 94k | M)

Greenhouse Lessons by Cheryl Dyson

Harry and Draco have detention in Hogwarts greenhouse. Dangerous plantlife and several varieties of euphoria ensue. It was complete, but I continued it... This fic contains MATURE adult content. (Multi-chapter | 14k | M)

Gumption by Roozette

In which there are biscuits, poisonous snakes, nefarious ploys, and, oh yes, Harry is slightly mental and the heir of Gryffindor. (Multi-chapter | 6k | M)

Harbinger by Copper Vixen

Harry is a demon with a mission. His assignment? To locate and retrieve his target before he runs out of time or irreparable damage is done to the mortal plane. (Multi-chapter | 96k | T)

Harry Potter and the Children of the Future by Ahja Reyn

In Harry's 7th year, children from the future suddenly appear at Hogwarts and one of them claims to be Harry's son. Problem is, Harry isn't the only father...DMHP [NO male preg] (Multi-chapter | 83k | M)

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?" (One-shot | 49k | Mature)

High Priced by Cheryl Dyson

I referred to this as My Stupid Veela Fic until I decided it was fairly good. Harry is a Veela, for a change, since I was tired of Draco!Veela stories. This fic contains MATURE adult content. (One-shot | 17k | M)

How Potter Turned Malfoy Gay by Galadriell

The whole truth and nothing but the truth. And a bit of weirdness. (Multi-chapter | 36k | M)

I’m a Slave For You by BecauseIHurtSo

After being sold into Ministry enforced slavery to one Mr. Harry Potter, Draco is simply trying to find his lot in life. (One-shot | 6k | M)

In Pieces by Cheryl Dyson

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost. This fic contains mature content and the necessity of one of our boys not being alive. Exactly. *grin* (Multi-chapter | 87k | M)

In the Company of a Rubber Duck by Anonymous

War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn't fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy... nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time. (One-shot | 34k | Explicit)

In Which Draco Malfoy Treats His Classmates To Bad Poetry Over Breakfast by giggly!RurouniHime

How does Draco love thee? Let him count the ways… (One-shot | 0-1 000 | G)

Letters by Galadriell

Harry inadvertently becomes penpals with Draco. Here are the letters! Harry/Draco slash. Chapter 17 contains the full story: edited, updated and with more letters. So read that instead of the first 16 chapters! COMPLETE! (Multi-chapter | 51k | M)

The Mistletoe Incident by Naadi

A story in limerick verse. HxD slash. Draco commandeers the mistletoe and Harry sets out to put a stop to it. (One-shot | 500 | T)

Must Love Quidditch by dracosoftie

Through a series of emails from an online dating site, Harry thinks he's found his perfect match. Will the bond they've forged survive after their identities are revealed? H/D. Warnings for slash, language and explicit sexual content. (Multi-chapter | 107k | M)

Nevar by Aoiika

AU. Lily and James are murdered, leaving behind their seven-year-old son. The little black bird has a hard time fighting his way through life on his own. Especially when he's found by a darkness that has followed him, and swallows him whole. HP/DM. Violence and serious abuse later on. Slow romance. (Multi-chapter | 127k | M)

Obliviation by Cheryl Dyson

When Harry decides to quit Auror Training in order to care for young Teddy over the summer, he has quite enough to worry about without Pansy Parkinson dumping a mute Draco Malfoy on his doorstep. (Multi-chapter | 27k | M)

On a Clear Day by Sara’s Girl

Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he's not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly. HPDM. Oneshot of epic proportions. (One-shot | 43k | M)

Order of Merlin by Cheryl Dyson

Draco is sent to retrieve an out-of-control Harry Potter from a local nightclub. Written for Alaana-Fair's birthday on Livejournal. MATURE ADULT CONTENT, ETC. (Muti-chapter | 13k | M)

Paradigm by Cheryl Dyson

In my quest to conquer all possible Harry/Draco cliches, I present my Rentboy!Draco fic. *evil smirk* Harry is an Auror and Draco is a Rentboy. This is not a typical rentboy story. (Muti-chapter | 59k | M)

Phantom Orchid by Cheryl Dyson

Auror Potter goes to Seattle in search of a smuggler and discovers a very familiar person in a quite unfamiliar setting. Is Draco Malfoy really who he is pretending to be? (Multi-chapter | 22k | M)

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations. (Multi-chapter | 65k | General audience)

Renaissance by Cheryl Dyson

Harry awakens after a long sleep to find things terribly changed. He's not in an alternate universe... it just seems like it. (Multi-chapter | 34k | M)

Starts With a Spin by Maxine

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing. (Multi-chapter | 129k | X)

Sealed with a Kiss by faithwood

Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts kissy fic, this. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE. HPDM. SLASH. HUMOR. COMPLETE. (One-shot | 48k | M)

Second Chance by DreamingInColour

Of all the possible ways he could die Draco never would have thought a single olive would lead to his demise. But when he is offered a second chance at life he eagerly accepts. Too bad his second chance comes with an unexpected condition. (Multi-chapter | 17k | M)

Secrets by Vorabiza

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer becomes filled with activity and many secrets. He generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. H/D post-HBP (Multi-chapter | 411k | X)

The Slytherin Gryffindor by Cheryl Dyson

This is my response to JKR's horrific epilogue. It's a dual novel with one part Albus Scorpius and one part HarryDraco. Deathly Hallows compliant! The Slytherin Hufflepuff is the Albus Scorpius portion. This fic contains MATURE adult content. (Multi-chapter | 40k | M)

Sparkle Sparkle Princesses by Cheryl Dyson

One of Draco's random pranks gets out of hand and creates a roomful of pretty princesses. Crackfic FTW! OMG it's only PG13! *gasp* (One-shot | 2k | T)

Stigmata by InferiorBeing

Harry isn't the Dark Lord, so he cannot be with a Death Eater's son. This is the first time the BoyWhoLived ever asked for something and he cannot have it. So he takes matters into his own hands. Post HBP! Evil!Harry, Dark!Draco (Multi-chapter | 47k | T)

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood

For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well. (One-shot | 8k | M)

Synthetic Bonds by mypetelephant

Harry has always been the golden boy of Malfoy Corporation, earning the respect of Lucius and the resentment of his high school rival, Draco. But Lucius has a business proposal that involves Harry becoming a Malfoy..by marrying Draco. Non-magic AU (Multi-chapter | 125k | M)

​Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him? (Multi-chapter | 70k | Explicit)

That Which Divides Us by oldenuf2nobetter

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[makwabear]

Darkspear Wax Seal Letter

Dear Makwa,

I hope this letter gets to you swiftly, I been trying to find a way to get to you but every attempt has been thwarted. I know the Arch Druids are doing what they think is best for you and me but I just don’t feel right with it. I’m sure you feel the same. I did ask them if sending a letter would be alright, if they denied me this I had a back up plan on getting letters to you one way or another. I really wasn’t going to take no for a answer but my question of writing letters the druids agreed with. I’m not sure if you are able to read and write but hopefully someone will aid you should you need it.To let you know I’m alright and I been trying my best to keep myself busy with tasks. To keep to my training as I’m sure you would want me to, to keep going and press on. But it’s a struggle, because I don’t know how you are. I don’t know how your progress is if you are doing well or not. If your having good days or bad days, how you are being treated? I trust in the Arch Druids to treat you with the utmost care so that their efforts to help you can help return you back to the Grove. To return you to me or they at least come up to me saying that I can visit you.

The night that the Druids showed up at the cave we were hiding out in keeps playing in my mind. I knew I was helping you, at least I feel like the days we were able to go hunt, to just have our own adventures like we done before. Just doing the normal was helping to keep you happy so you can shift out of bear form some day once you were ready. Maybe if I was paying attention better I’d of spotted we were being watched. The Arch Druids said they been watching us from the start and since they seen no improvement that they had to act. Because they feared you would become savage kin and that I do not understand what I’m doing. That I’m not helping. I really feel like I was and they have interfered with it all. But things have changed and I’m doing all I can to be patient.

I been praying to the loa to watch and protect you, to guide you, to let you know that in some way I’m still there. But the Loa have showed me a vision to go to my family, so I did. I stayed with them through out winterveil which has helped and I was hoping maybe you’ll be back in time to celebrate your first winterveil and I’m not upset that you weren’t able. They’re many more things that I can show you when it comes to Horde Celebrations and I know Winterveil will return. But I’ll keep hoping that you’ll be back soon.

Lately though….with all the friends I have met. Most are new faces others are faces that I haven’t seen in a while. I figured with the allies I made, if I keep making friends. When you return, you can meet all these people that I have gotten to know. Things can go right back to how they were, you can look forward to meeting Vin, Xert, Faer, Ama, theirs also Ishi of course. Drizz is usually always around and still gives out bacon or other sorts of food. They’re so many more to name that I just can’t remember right now but hopefully they are still around. The friends you and I know, I don’t know what happen to them. Only Ishi is still around and that’s about it.

Anyway, there is so much I want to write and I’m not sure how to begin. To tell you so many things that may help brighten your day. To tell you just not my good days but not so good days as well and to hear of yours, to know that your alright. For now the loa want me with my family, being among the friends I’ve made is not helping my moods. That’s another letter to write what has been going on but where I am, I am safe, any letters you write to me will be sent right to where I’m at. In the mean time I’m gonna help Kama and her mate with fixing a few things around their hut. Maybe it will teach me a few things so I can fix up my parents hut, maybe that’s something you and I can work on when your back.

I use to bump heads with my sisters mate but so far we been getting along, perhaps he’s not such a lug head after all. My Uncle is also coming to visit to help, my younger sisters are well and ecstatic that I’m staying around much longer than a few days. Know that I’m thinking of you always, I can’t wait to get your letter and I miss you. May the Loa guide and protect you…

Much Love,

Jai’kanu (Spots)

P.S. Remember,

You can count on me, like one, two, three.

I’ll be there.

And I know when I need it.

I can count on you, like four, three, two…

You’ll be there..

*Attached to the letter is a written song for Makwa.*

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Click, click, went wee dainty little cloven hooves that shuffled from side to side on the stone flooring. The little dryad Roe was as patient as she could be standing in one place. With quill in hand and parchments besides the one in her hand strewn all around her like freshly fallen leaves, she had been writing and re-writting down all that druid stuck in bear form had to say, or re-say. It was difficult work, but she greatly enjoyed doing it for the kindly troll that was stuck in a most awfully undignified circumstance.

“ Okay, okay... write dis, ‘ey mon, it be nice ‘earing from ya. “ He waved his ursine toe beans about to strike that. “ No, that’s not any good... “ He would have wrote the letter back himself, but it really sucked not having opposable thumbs. At least he could talk now, he just didn’t know what to say to make it sound all lettery like.

“ How about, Dear Jai’kanu? “ Roe suggested sweetly, Nacelia had been very kindly giving her this task. The druid night elf was the one that was going to mail this letter as soon as they were done.

“ Ayup... That sounds better den that otherr thing. Wait! Strike that. “ He grinned bearishly. “ Write, Dear Spots... That way he’ll know it’s from me. “ He frumped onto his side with a groan. Letters were hard, especially letters that someone really wanted to write, but didn’t have the words, or what was wanted to be said, said, without sounding like a complete idiot.

“What’s wrong? “ She could tell by the way he flopped to the ground and made such a sad sound, there just had to be something wrong.

“ I’ve nevar ‘ad to write a letter to anyone before, I just find them and talk to them if I need to... I don’t want to sound too, I don’t know, desperate? I don’t want him to worry, eh? “ Makwa drug a forepaw down his muzzle.

“ Oh you poor thing! “ She almost squeaked out, the big lug of a bear was causing her heart to just melt. “ Just say what you feel and everything will be alright. He’ll understand. “

He took a deep breath, and had upright on his haunches. “ Alrigh’ ‘ere goes...”

This is what Roe wrote down in fluid happy script that had hearts dotting the eyes, and very loopy letter. She gave the letter Nacelia to send to Jai’kanu spruced up with a wonderful floral scent to the parchment.

Dear Spots, Mon,

I’ve been working my tail off to get betterr. Good t’ing is, I’m talking, everyone is understanding me and I t’ink they got it down to what was causing da issue, it’s just crackin’ da code that ‘as them all stumped as to why I can’t shift back. I have good days and not so good day, in a not so funny way it’s balanced out. None of it be yer fault at all, so don’t worry none. Ya just do as ya do. Da Arch druids all understand why ya did as ya did so strike that... No not ya Roe. I mean strike his worries, I don’t want him worried about things. I just want to let him know that everything will be okay, all is working it’s way for the better. That’s all.... I t’ink dey’ll let ya come visit soon, I don’t know when but I feel a lot better now, I feel like I need a visit. Being stuck like this is a bummer. Not a butt Roe, a bummer means a downer, no not that, it means that it feels bad, or lonely or something. Ayup, that’s what I mean.

I hope you had a good holiday even though I wasn’t dere, I look forward to da next one. I’ve been praying a lot too. Sounds like you’ve been busy on the friend front, I hope I get to meet them all too. Ishi?! How’s that girlie doing?! She still swinging from that vine? Did she balance out any?

Mon, just you writing brightens my day, ya don’t ‘ave to go on and on, just seeing yer words be someting I look forward to. So don’t ya stop writing me! That be a order. Ya can strike that order part Roe, that sounds stupid. Ayup, just when ya got da time tell about how it goes with yer learning and family, I look forward to it. Just give that mate of yer sister’s wide birth, don’t say nothin’ it ain’t yer problems, it’s is own. If that don’t work, well... I’ll think of something.... Not Birth Roe, beeerth, burrrrr, like giving space, lots of it. Stop laughing... loa... Just write this down...

I miss ya too, yer on my mind all da time.

Spirits watch over ya.

Makwa....

There was that so hard? Did ya snort up some coffee or something--- Ya don’t have to write any more Roooooe....