#CAFe CON RON

[dromaeo-sauridae]

why does my mother think im a no sabo kid

[atheniangrace]

Things/Songs I Associate With the Deities I Worship

Hello! I'm grateful to those who follow me so far thank you very much, I hope to make my blog a bit more interesting!

For this very short series, I will be posting on the deities I mostly worship, which are Lady Athena and Lady Aphrodite. You can also consider this list based on upg associations, and I hope you enjoy reading this. I also dedicate this post to specifically Lady Athena.

List of things I associate with Mother Athena (might add more);

Medicine/doctors/pre-meds/Medical students/residents in hospitals, and the symbols of a snake around a staff (I know that is more of Apollo's, Aesculapius, Caduceus, and Hermes symbol, but since Athena is also associated with snakes and healing, I also associate her with the symbol).

Other careers such as; Teachers, lawyers, news reporter, historians, nurses, anthropologist, architecture, and fashion design, pianist, painter, biologist, and writers.

College/grad school.

Purple, green sage, blue, and silver.

Cats, owls, dog's, deers, white butterflies, and eagles.

Strawberries, grapes, olive oil, nuts/almonds, rice, chocolate, bread, and tea/coffee.

Dragons (idk why).

Music genre; Jazz, Pop, R&B, Reggaeton, Salsa, and Mambo.

Artists: Bad Bunny, Beyonce, Raveena, The Marias, Fleetwood Mac, Phoebe Bridgers, BTS, and Mitski.

Particular songs; The Chain/Songbird/Rhiannon (Fleetwood Mac), Sienna (The Marias), Ghost in the Machine (SZA and Phoebe Bridgers), Silver Into Rain (Luna Li and Beabadoobee), Would You Rather/Motion Sickness/Scott Street (Phoebe Bridgers), My Rose/16 Carriages/Freedom (feat. Kendrick Lamar)/Diva/Flawless (Beyonce), The way things go and Coming Home (Beabadoobee), Oh Que Sera? (Willie Colon), Sometimes (H.E.R), Salt Water and Stronger (Raveena), Viva La Vida (Cold Play), Rises the moon (Liana Flores), Your Song (Elton John), Let it Be (The Beetles), Happiness/mirrorball/my tears ricochet (Taylor Swift), Good Days (SZA), Slipping Through My Fingers (ABBA), Red Velvet (Big Theif), DtMF/CAFe CON RON/ TURiSTA/BAILE INVoLVIDABLE/LA MuDANZA/LO QUE LE PASO A HAWAii/Solia/La Dificil (Bad Bunny) (there are so many more but I'll stop here).

Epithet UPG (since this whole list is a UPG); Athena Asklepios: I call to her with this epithet (non-historical) when studying for anything medicine related, especially since I'm a student who hopes to become a medical student soon.

Dairies/journal, planners, and watercolor paintings.

Movies; Howl's Moving Castle, The Boy and The Heron, An Almost Christmas Story (an animated short film), and Moana.

Therapy/counseling/talking things out with a friend or mentor.

Libraries, museums, and art gallery.

Smells associations (UPG); Lavender, Chamomile, Lemon, Cinnamon, and new books (my apologies if this is weird lol).

Roadtrips and maps, books, technology, and tea cups.

That will be all :)) 💖 (Credit: Divider by @vibeswithrenai)

All Hail the Owl-eyed and Savior Lady Athena! Xaire🦉 <33

[ee1stlady]

I was tagged by @beifongboars 💗

Last Song: CAFé CON RON - Bad Bunny ft. Pleneros de la Cresta. I can't stop listening to it on loop.

Favourite colour: Carmine. I love cool, dark, bright reds.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: It depends on the day, but in general I tend to prefer salty food.

Relationship Status: Single.

Last Book: I've been reading fragments of One Hundred Years of Solitude lately. I'd like to buy the book soon, whether it's physical or digital.

Last thing I googled: "cafe con ron bad bunny generos". Esa ortografía, uff 🚬🚬🚬

Last movie: Sonic 3. I didn't understand anything and maybe there was nothing to understand.

Current Obsession: I think they are three obsessions that fight each other and go hand in hand at the same time. One Hundred Years of Solitude (and magical realism in general). Bad Bunny's new album, DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS (and any song that mixes modern music with traditional rhythms). And my ocxcanon with Kuvira, I'm thinking of making my OC a cousin of Wu, so I'm looking for HC of him everywhere.

Looking Forward To: I want to watch the One Hundred Years of Solitude series, but I don't have Netflix 🥹

Tagging: I don't know who I tagged. So anyone who sees this!

[phasesofamoonchild]

Yeaaaaa Cafe Con ron, Pitorro de Coco really take me back home 😌 🏝️🇵🇷 y Weltita. Toa’s buenísimas

Eoo también tho 🔥 lol

[third-arch]

Things I could see Kanna and Law being outside my fanfic!!

Ft. My OC Kanna and Trafalgar Law!!

-Podcast/News Show hosts (Reporting Live from the Polar Tang Network)

-Zookeepers (Kanna would work with like the pandas and lions and giraffes and Law would work with the penguins, seals, otters, etc.)

-Comic bookstore workers (they’d both be at the counter.)

-Just as Parks and Recreation characters LOL. Law would be Ron and Kanna would be a hybrid of Leslie, Chris, and an introverted version of Andy.

-Workers at a volunteer organization. Law would be like one of the bosses who’s been there for a long time, while Kanna would either specialize in a certain area or be like his assistant helper.

-I’d be interested to see them as a writer (Kanna) and editor (Law)

-Crime investigators! Or maybe Law would be like the sheriff and Kanna would be the next in line to take his place, kinda like Fargo. Or like Rusty and Marty.

-They’d own like one of those Doggy Daycare things or be Dog School trainers(idk what they’re called LOL) like where they train your dog and watch over them while you’re at work.

-Travel vloggers (with very very little face cam) they’d go to all kinds of places and just talk about their discoveries. It would be cute if like they got married during their channel was active, and you’d start seeing their wedding rings.

-Movie reviewers. It’s mainly Law’s thing. It’s him being all analytical and everything and Kanna just like “Aw cool :0”. Law finds her presence very charming and sweet, even if she doesn’t really like the movie.

-They go to Cons together, where Kanna has her art booth and Law is just the supportive and nerdy husband. Either that or they just go to cons and go to different panels together. They’d go to like the concerts and maid cafes and aaa it would be so cute :))

I forgot I had been writing this 😭😭 I smiled so much seeing this in my drafts!!🌸🌸🌸

[ivanreydereyes]

La camiseta de THE WHO [último concierto q fui acompañado como fue con RAMON VALLE_INCLAN hijo del Ex_presidente de TABACALERA q se hizo con un ESTANCO frente al MINISTERIO de HACIENDA con el DINERO q le tocó de las QUINIELAS DE FUTBOL con lo que también viajo a COSTA RICA y que se lo quito a un AMIGO q era PADRE DE FAMILIA q le dijo que se iba hacer con él y en su lugar se tuvo q hacer con una LAVANDERIA tal como me contó todo en el pub TERRANOVA posterior LA FE DE MARIA junto a EL AMOR BRUJO posterior EL CAPRICHO..diciéndome además q le trajera mi padre una botella de Ron CENTENARIO de COSTA RICA al ir mucho ahí como hizo junto a otra de RON HAVANA CLUB de 15 años de MOTU PROPIO de CUBA..concierto en incendiado y reconstruido pabellón de GOYA q no me quedé hasta el FINAL xq dejé mi BMW comprado en calle SALVA_TIERRA en un PARKING que cerraba a las 00.00 ..y tras haber intentado q fuera el año anterior o 2006 q vinieron x 1era vez a España cuando publicaron su último disco tras 24 años pero no fui xq iban a zona VIP x 150€]..contra el CANCER "CITY OF HOPE" q robe en el HARD ROCK CAFE de LONDRES y en el de TORONTO cuesta 69, 99€..y esta fabricada en HONDURAS [=Golpe de Estado cuando la atravesé para ir a EL SALVADOR desde COSTA RICA siendo el único al q bajaron del BUS para abrir mi maleta apuntándote con metralletas en medio de la selva y en medio de la noche]

Por la espalda estaba firmada y como chorreando sangre

[ivanreycristo]

VIRGINIA MAESTRO.. cuando tocaste en el VENENO STEREO (local homenaje en CASTELLON a SODA STEREO o grupo de CERATI en cuyo cafe CERATI de VALENCIA tambien tocaste dentro de las MCKENZIE=ultimo cd NOW THAT WE ARE DEAD) te fotografio una tal ROSANA AYZA q lo ultimo q publico en su IS es el festival ARENAL SOUND 2019 (BURRIANA en cuya playa adjunta a VILLARREAL estuve horas antes de verte) con ZAHARA (=CD PUTA Y CD SANTA) a la cabeza en el escenario NEGRITA (=RON) junto a 30 SECONDS TO MARS presentando entonces su cd AME-RICA

[cupcakeinat0r]

Hey girl heyyyy @lauraolar14 ty for tagging me and 4 reading my works <3333 the fact that YOU wanna draw my writing out is such an honor and I’m STILL giggling n kicking my feet abt it <33

Last Song: Cafe con ron by Bad Bunny ( crucify me all u want, I think that album is FYE-UR)

Favorite color: duh.

Last Book/fic:

Fic - Nonviolent Communication by my dearest Alondra @greensagephase <3

book - Nana by (not so dearest) Emile Zola

Last Movie: Spider-Man 2 (I apologize, I am a Toby fan.)

Last Show: Arcane (I would die for Heimerdinger) and Law & Order:SVU (I’ve learned sm about law … and perhaps order.)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Why must u put three queens against each other?

Relationship: virgin cuz I never lose 😎(I h8 men)

Last thing I googled: (this a crazy question, ik half y’all are LYING on this one/j)

Googled the cast of Ferngully cuz I recognized one of the voices n my sister swore on her life I was wrong, so I needed to show that fool I’m not one to play with. I know my va’s.

Current Obsession: Besides Miguel??? … my oc probably, queen looks diff in every sketch I’ve made so far but she still devours!!!!

I look forward to telling you:

That ur a cutie patootie for reading my blog n entertaining all my silly lil thoughts, ty, and also, you’re hot n sexy n loveable <3333 Happy 2025, love <3333

@greensagephase @angel-of-the-moons @oharaslove @lazyjellyfish300 @ultravioletrayz

10 people I’d like to get to know better

10 people I’d like to get to know better

Since I had two separate tags in this, @spaceyjessa and @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog I decided I would make a separate post.

Last song:  with lyrics: Beautiful Boy by The Last Dinner Party (I found out about this band like two weeks ago and now I’m going through a phase I’m obsessed)

Without lyrics: I am ready by Kevin Kiner & Sean Kiner: from the bad batch season three soundtrack. Been listening to it a lot lately, as it feels pretty prevalent to the time of my life that I’m at

Favourite color: light pinks and baby blues

Last book/fic: the last book I finished was defy the storm, by Tessa Gratton (I’m getting closer and closer to being caught up on THR)

Fic: Mace Windu fixes the timeline (You should read it, it’s wonderful) 

Last movie: the rise of Skywalker (yes, I love the sequel trilogy and what about it 💅)

Last show: the bad batch... I’m re-watching, again... how predictable 🙄

Sweet/spicy/savory: I have a big sweet tooth, especially when it comes to chocolate

Relationship: single real life, but in love with countless fictional characters inside my head🤩

Last thing I googled: what does the quest cookies and cream protein bar taste like? (look, I have arfid. I can’t just buy new things to try without knowing exactly what I’m getting into first)

Current obsession: Star Wars, duh! Specifically clones and TBB, the Mandalorian and the high republic

I look forward to telling you: that if you’re reading this you’re wonderful

No pressure tags (and I’m sorry if you’re being tagged again)  @clonethirstingisreal @eobe @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream and anyone else who would like to.

[aconcretejungle]

RON ARAD

Diseñador Israeli académico, con su lema “nada hecho a mano, nada hecho en China” crea interiores metálicos con un enfoque de iluminación muy analizado. En sus diseños combina la arquitectura y el diseño a través del material. Arad experimenta la materialidad y la forma con el fin de descubrir a que se puede trasladar.

En el hotel Puerta America piso 7 Arad diseña un interior que nos transporta al futuro, donde el acabado metálico es de tan alta calidad que no tiene uniones, aparenta haber sido extruido en una sola pieza. Este baño con un piso blanco y muros rojos engaña a la percepción visual sobre el espacio, pues a pesar de ser pequeño, el espejo colocado en el todo el muro de enfrente amplía el espacio al doble sin literalmente agrandarlo. 

En el hotel Watergate Ron Arad remodela los interiores transformándolos en un aura metálica de formas orgánicas. Obteniendo un espacio frío que a pesar de ser gris no es oscuro ni pesado, pues el metal se siente como si hubiera nacido en el edificio, todo parece siempre haber estado ahi, sin embargo no se pierde el aire de que al entrar viajaste al futuro. 

El interior de Glossier diseñado por  Max Zinser and Kate McCollough comparte características en cuanto a color con el interior de Arad, sinembargo al tener una materialidad y forma distinta se genera una atmósfera completamente diferente, una más suave.

En el metal hands cafe también utilizan estructuras metálicas como acabado, sin embargo en este caso se siente completamente sobre puesto. Con la iluminación cenital se baña de luz el pasillo, sin embargo este no deja de sentirse angosto. 

CITAS

FOTO 1: “Ron Arad · Hotel Puerta América, Seventh Floor.” Divisare, https://divisare.com/projects/317332-ron-arad-hotel-puerta-america-seventh-floor. Accessed 28 November 2022.

FOTO2: Roux, Caroline, et al. “Re-vamped Watergate Hotel opens its doors after $125 million Ron Arad renovation.” The Telegraph, 14 June 2016, https://www.telegraph.co.uk/luxury/property-and-architecture/re-vamped-watergate-hotel-opens-its-doors-after-125-million-ron/. Accessed 28 November 2022.

FOTO3: Keller, Hadley. “Glossier Unveils a Fabulous New Brick-and-Mortar Space.” Architectural Digest, 3 November 2017, https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/glossier-unveils-a-fabulous-brick-and-mortar-space. Accessed 28 November 2022.

FOTO4: Shuang, HAN. “Metal Hands Coffee Renovation / Linkchance Architects.” ArchDaily, 12 March 2020, https://www.archdaily.com/935204/metal-hands-coffee-renovation-linkchance-architects. Accessed 28 November 2022.

[jjfics]

Room 19 ll 02

ship: Harry Potter x female!Reader

read part one here

summary: they finally meet the mysterious wizards after getting to know each other better that same morning

author: your bestie Jane Jack, also known as JJ

word count: 1760 (it is a bit shorter this time)

a/n: i am so so so happy some of you liked the first part so i will continue with this story. i wasnt on call this time so no news from my bff, sorry, ill ask them for a cool quote for next time though!

“Thank you, darling. We’ll take the seats in the corner. Could you bring us two coffees and,” Potter turned to look at you and raised his eyebrows “one croissant?” You nodded shyly.

“That would be 13£, but I’ll only charge you 10, the croissant is on me,” the woman taking your order smiled. “Since you have such a pretty girlfriend” she winked.

Your cheeks flushed red as Potter pulled your waist impossibly closer to him. “I know, right?” he chuckles.

The walk to the cafe was silent, but it felt different than the trip you two had the other day. There was no need to talk. In fact, you felt as though the moment you would open your mouth you would say something stupid about what happened last night, like apologizing for taking up so much space or doing something so unprofessional. But you did not want to apologize, because you had never felt less sorry for something. There was this weird energy between the two of you. You craved the feeling of being close to him again.

The table Potter chose was very strategic. The predictable head of the group of wizards and witches who called themselves the Forsakens would choose the grandiose table in the middle of the cafe. So the corner was a shadowed place where you would not have been recognized while you could very easily observe the others.

Still, benefits are tied to come with cons and so you were forced to cuddle into each other once again on a small leather couch. His hand did not leave your waist even as you sat down. It was hard not to notice such details, like how he could not keep eye contact for long when you spoke, how your hands brushed together when you both leaned over the table to take a sip of your hot coffee. You blamed it all on the weird situation you were in. In any other circumstances, he would not have been behaving like this, for sure.

“Hey, Potter. Could I ask you something?”

“You know you don’t have to call me Potter, right?” he smiled.

“We are work colleagues,” you said, but you wished you didn’t. Because you knew very well that saying things out loud only makes them more real.

“Yeah, but I don’t call you y/ln. I never heard you say you don’t like it when I call you y/n.” You did like it, it made you feel welcomed whenever talking to him, which until this morning was very rare. But you were not going to tell him that and feed his ego even more.

“It’s acceptable, but mind you, you are on thin ice,” you pointed a finger at him and his hand shifted softly on your waist as he laughed.

“It would be acceptable for you to call me Harry too, you know? I mean, we are supposed to be dating after all. For the mission.”

“For the mission” you agreed

“So you will call me Harry?”

“I will,” you promised. The gesture of reassurance alone made his head float.

While waiting for the Forsakens to appear you found out a lot about Harry. Many things surprised you. The papers always lie to make everything more attractive to their readers, but they also leave out the small details. Like how Harry still has panic attacks, even long after the war. How he always has nightmares about all the people he cared about.

“I feel sorry knowing this now,” you tried to empathize but it wasn’t going that well. You had never been part of war before.

“You don’t have to be. Not today, at least. I had quite a pleasant dream last night.”

“Oh, did you? And what was it about then?”

"Someone hugged me. I think it was a woman; I’m not sure. I didn’t get to see her face.”

“Is that all you remember?” you persisted. It broke your heart to know that this was his idea of a good dream: nothing extraordinary, but the most mundane form of comfort.

“Yeah, that’s all. What I know is that she was there in the beginning. It felt like she always had been” his eyes were distant as he talked. “She left me, and I was once again alone.”

And it was then that it all made sense to you. He was nice to you now because there were no nightmares to haunt him through the day.

You turned to face him and got really close to his face. “I’m so sorry. For being so shitty with you the other day,” you whispered. “It was just the stress from work.”

“I know.” he smiled. “It’s alright. I let myself get carried away too. We need to cooperate for the mission.”

“So does that mean that our little argument and Ben Nelson stepping in will not be included in the letter to the Minister for Magic?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh I totally am not telling Hermione any of that.” he laughed. “No, that will stay between us.”

It was around 11 am that you spotted some oddly dressed people enter the already busy cafe. In the lead was a tall woman who wore black heels and a long red satin dress with robes of a darker shade draped over her shoulders. Her face was covered by a long curtain of dark curly hair.

Just behind her were two other women, both slightly shorter. Those were dressed in the same way the first one was; the colors were the only thing that varied: their fair skin was adored by greens and purples.

The two men following them were both dressed in black suits that would not make them attract much attention if it weren’t for their companions.

The dark-skinned woman who was so obviously the one making decisions pointed to the big table in the middle of the cafe and her followers seated themselves. No words were spoken as she left them and entered a door the waitress once had.

“These must be them. They fit the description perfectly,” you mumbled and Harry nodded beside you.

“The head’s name is Anika. She has connections to the waitress as her mom’s sister. Anika is muggle-born. She never told her aunt that she’s a witch but she and her gang are allowed to gather here sometimes.” Harry said in a monotone voice. What a good professor he would have been.

“I read the instructions, Harry” you rolled your eyes at him. He smiled when he heard his name come from your lips.

“‘M just making sure, y/n.”

Anika returned quite quickly and she sat down on the side with the men, facing the other women. She took out a leather notebook from her robes and put it in the middle of the table.

“Does anyone know why it’s still here?” you could faintly hear her cold voice. Everyone else around her shook their heads.

“Heajin and I did our part.” the woman dressed in purple said defensively.

“So did Aaron and I,” one of the men on Anika’s right said more calmly, almost like he was trying to prove a point.

“I don’t care about what any of you did,” she looked them one by one in the eye. “I don’t want to hear you brag about how hard the task was for you, Aaron and Heajin. You two have always found everything challenging. I would normally be more forgiving, congratulate you even. But I can’t as long as this piece of absolute rubbish hasn’t dissolved.” Anika pointed to the notebook. “Understood?” she hit the table with her palm. The others did not flinch.

All of them nodded angrily, got up, and left the cafe in a rush. But it seemed as though their boss was not done talking yet. She scoffed, annoyed at the others’ behaviors, and vanished through the door after them.

Whatever you were expecting to happen today, was not this. The short discussion you had just overheard from your corner only brought more confusion. You had expected them to be a group of foolish wizards who want to rebel. But you had never expected them to be talking about real tasks. Rethinking everything now, you came to the conclusion that the situation was serious if Hermione Granger-Weasley sent her best two Aurors (and those had been her words) on a mission personally. She considered Ron one of the best too of course, but she would never risk his life if she could help.

It would make no sense for you to follow them. They would be back here the next day. Harry took out his wallet and put 15 pounds next to his cup on the table. He intertwined your fingers with his and got up as well. “Let’s go, love,” he said loudly enough, announcing that you were leaving now too.

Harry didn’t bother to look back at the cafe but you turned your head last second to see if anyone had a weird reaction to what had just happened. And you saw it sitting there. The small leather notebook was left in the middle of the table. No one seemed to take notice of the piece of rubbish being left behind. You squeezed Harry’s hand and he stopped just as he wanted to open the door and leave. You dragged him over to the table to make it less obvious.

“Look, babe, I told you there was a stain on the tablecloth on this one,” you said sweeping your hand over it and clenched your hand around the notebook. “It’s better that we sat over there.” Harry squeezed the hand that was still in his. He got your message.

You were panting hard as you threw the hotel door open. It was quite the work-out you got from running back here. Harry was behind you, locking it right back shut. You ran to the window and pushed it hard. Your whistle could be heard for miles probably. There was no time left to worry over your owl’s whereabouts as she was there in less than a minute.

She landed on your shoulder and bit your ear softly. “Good girl, Idiv.” you petted her grey head.

“y/n.” he shouted your name. “y/n, come here please!”

“What?” you turned around.

“We need to let Hermione know everything. As soon as possible. Get a quill ready.” he rushed you.

“Shouldn’t we read the notebook first?”

“Oh sure we will but we better start writing already and send Idiv on her way to the Ministry.”

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@ur-riddikulus @anyqueen008 @fuckingalohomora-bitch

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Memory Loss

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  302209 Tags: Canon up until Epilogue, Triwizard, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Redemption, Forgiveness, Angst, Memory Loss, Secret Relationships, obliviate, secret boyfriends Summary:  Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Four Doors by fluxweed Rated:  Explicit Words:  48845 Tags: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Memory Loss, Memory Magic, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Auror Harry Potter, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Dubious Consent Due To Patient/Healer Dynamic, Mind Fucking (Literally), Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 remember me by hupsoonheng Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  31082 Tags: Amnesia, Temporary Amnesia, Obliviation, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Legilimency, Age Regression/De-Aging, Angst, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Reformed Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Good Draco Malfoy, Gardens & Gardening, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, POV Harry Potter Summary:  On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn't come back. Only Draco believes that Harry isn't dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends' pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Like Clockwork by agentmoppet Rated:  Explicit Words:  39374 Tags: Memory Loss, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Dream Spells, UST, RST, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Switching, Banter, Bickering, Case Fic, Pining, Community: hd_erised, Miscommunication, Drinking, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Summary:  Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they're going to survive this, they need to accept that they're holding each other's lives in their hands, and--worst of all--they're going to have to work together. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Of Fates Entwined: A Story of Love Lost and Found by taradiane Rated:  Explicit Words:  51517 Tags: Romance, Memory Loss, Kidnapping, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  Harry Potter vanished without a trace from his home on a warm summer morning in June 2004. This is the story of how a random visit in a cafe on the other side of the world, six years later, proved that the ties which entwine our fates together can never be broken. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 while you were away by GhostGrrl Rated:  Explicit Words:  3420 Tags: Angst, Denial of Feelings, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kinda:), Memory Loss, Falling In Love, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Drugs, References to Depression Summary:  Harry loses his memory in the spring. Draco loves him through it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Misplaced Memories by Dacro Rated:  Explicit Words:  38749 Tags: Memory Loss, Attempted Kidnapping, Established Relationship, St Mungo's Hospital, Auror Harry, Healer Draco, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Grief/Mourning, Mystery, Injury Recovery, Same-Sex Marriage, Hair-pulling, Dream Sex, Wedding Rings Summary:  Harry is hit by an unknown curse and loses eighteen years of his memories. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember magic, Hogwarts or that he's happily married to a former Death Eater. Draco struggles to adapt to the changes and tries to help Harry retrieve his memories without causing further damage. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Nothing, Everything by SasuNarufan13 Rated:  Mature Words:  76088 Tags: Draco's POV, Established slash, Doesn't follow the epilogue, Mpreg, Angst, a lot of it, Implied Violence, Memory Loss, Drama, Draco acts like a real arsehole for a good part of the story, birthday fic, angst but with a happy ending, References to Minor Character Death, Torture, Implied mature content, Brief reference to threat of rape in the past Summary:  Draco didn't sign up for this. Except, well, he did. He just can't remember it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Saint (gift four) by crazyparakiss Rated:  Mature Words:  5300 Tags: Mpreg, Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  Draco digs his fingers into the thick cable-knit of Potter’s cream jumper, drawing him closer. Kissing the stranger wearing his lover’s face. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Dust of Water by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Mature Words:  144015 Tags: Amnesia, Angst, Drama, Romance Summary:  As far as Harry’s concerned, he’s woken from a weirdly deep sleep the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. It’s his friends who tell him that it’s ten years later, that he’s an Auror who got cursed while chasing a Dark wizard—and that his memory isn’t going to come back. Updated every Saturday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 UnKnown by DorthyAnn Rated:  Mature Words:  22488 Tags: Bullying, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Self Destructive Behaviour, Ostracism, lying, lying by omission, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Loneliness, That feeling of being in a room full of people you know and being completely and utterly alone, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Power Imbalance Summary:  Draco just wanted a second chance, he was willing to work hard, he was willing to do whatever it took, but no one would let him live down his past. But when he recklessly casts a spell promising a new life, he's not prepared for the consequences... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  18240 Tags: Amnesia, Angst, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, plenty of pining, a touch of infidelity but not between Harry and Draco, Hurt/Comfort, Draco and Ginny are best friends, Oneshot Summary:  When Harry gets amnesia and forgets he and Draco were ever married, he refuses treatment to remember. Inspired by an EXCELLENT fic by hupsoonheng called Remember Me. You don't need to have read it to understand this, but tbh you should just do yourself a favour and read it anyway. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Adrift by dysonrules Rated:  Mature Words:  13568 Tags: Pirates, Alternate Universe, EWE, Romance Summary:  Auror Harry takes a vacation in the Caribbean and ends up falling from the sky, straight into the lap of Draco Malfoy, modern pirate. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Hidden in Plain Sight by Momatu Rated:  Explicit Words:  56686 Tags: HP: EWE, Slash, Romance, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama Summary:  Set four years after the Battle of Hogwarts, three years after Draco was abducted by person or persons unknown. Draco is now living in a small Muggle community and working in a library with no idea the Wizarding World exists, until one day, a bloke with a mop of just-shagged black hair comes in for storytime with a little boy to get out of the rain. Featured Book: Muggles Who Notice ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Just Another Recollection by mishaphappens Rated:  Mature Words:  13222 Tags: Memory Loss, Magic, Memory Magic, Explicit Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Future Fic, Pensieves, Angst and Humor Summary:  Draco’s short-term memory is destroyed from Harry’s dueling spell, causing him to wake up every morning like it’s just the next day. When, in fact, it has been three years. We come in on the morning that Draco wakes up early and finds a Mister Harry Potter in his bed... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In Loco Parentis by Phoenixstrike Rated:  Explicit Words:  46797 Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con References, Original Character Death(s) Summary:  Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It's been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco's son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn't quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry's life is turned upside-down. Set after Deathly Hallows and ignores epilogue. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heaven Through a Window by JocundaSykes Rated:  Explicit Words:  81,211 Tags:  Non-Canonical Post-War Timeline, POV Draco Malfoy, Ensemble Cast, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Pining, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Snogging on Benches, Explicit Sexual Content, Sock Garters, Accidental Harry Acquisition, no infidelity, No character bashing, Obliviator Pansy Parkinson, Dysfunctional Family, Harry Potter Partially Epilogue Compliant, H/D Erised 2020, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism (Not Harry/Draco), Smoking, Consensual Legilimency, Implied/Referenced Dieting, Memory Loss, Memory Charm | Obliviate (Harry Potter), Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:  Life is going swimmingly for Draco: he’s a respected Healer, his son is excellent in every way, and none of his patients have died recently. Then he gets landed with Perfect Potter and his hordes of stupid friends. It’s intolerable. But the more time Draco spends with the lonely boy from Surrey, the more he believes that there might be a hero within us all. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Partners by DeiStarr Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1,530 Tags:  Slash, Male Slash, Gay Male Character, Romance, Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, HP: EWE, Auror Partners, Auror Harry, Auror Draco, Denial, Denial of Feelings Summary:  Draco and Harry are Auror partners and have been for years. Harry does not have a crush on Draco; he just doesn't. Then one day he gets into an accident... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (leave me with) a foggy mind by p1013 Rated:  Explicit Words:  4739 Tags: Heavy Drinking, Memory Loss, Confessions, Embarrassment, Porn with Feelings, Love Bites, Hands, Couch Sex, Anal Sex, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Dubious Consent, tagging dub con for not remembering the night before Summary:  Draco's halfway through a sip of some ridiculously named and priced mixed drink when Pansy says, as casual as someone commenting on the weather, "I think that's Harry Potter in the corner." ❤️ Read on AO3

[vukovich]

Chapter Twenty-five

Harry slept in Wurst’s bed that night.  It hadn’t been a conscious decision.  He’d come home good and pissed, left his glasses on the sofa, aimed for his bed, and missed.  His arse landed on the floor, and Wurst’s bed broke his fall.

It smelled like him.  The fuzzy fabric smelled like dog, and faintly of the peanut butter pretzels the Atrium cafe sold.  And it smelled dusty, like Harry’s office carpet.

For as much time as he and Wurst spent at work, why hadn’t he ever bought him a dog bed for the office?

The bed was a third the size of Harry’s mattress.  The way the edges curled around him felt good.  It felt more secure for being flat on the ground, especially while the Firewhisky made the room spin.

He tried to not think about Ron, Hermione, and what would happen if they split up.  Would they make Harry choose one of them over the other?  Would one of them move away?

He dozed off, considering the pros and cons of double the Christmas dinners, and didn’t wake until morning.

Bright light woke him, and at first, he thought it was headlights.  But it quickly coalesced into a glowing, huffing Clydesdale horse.

Robards’ Patronus.

Harry groaned and flipped it off, knowing Robards couldn’t see him.  Only Malfoy, to Harry’s knowledge, could use a Patronus for more than delivering a message.

“Harry.”  Robards’ voice came through it while it stood stock still.  “Dooley’s been put on detail, and I’m putting you in charge of getting his dog back to Malfoy.  Report in before she shits on my floor.”

The Patronus evaporated away.

Blinking, Harry righted himself and licked his teeth.  He scratched his chin and ran his thumb over the stubble.

He hadn’t felt right since Malfoy had touched him.  And maybe he hadn’t felt right for a long time.  But Malfoy had made him notice it.

And now Malfoy was causing Ron and Hermione’s lives to boil over.

An excuse to go see him was perfect.

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Dooley’s K9 partner was an elderly border collie.  Robards’ Portkey had dropped them behind a horse barn on the other side of a small pasture, and they had to follow a dirt path to the barnyard.  She had trouble on the gravel driveway, and at one point, Harry worried he’d have to carry her to the kennels.

It made him reconsider Dooley’s habit of calling off work, skimping the timeclock, and lazing about in his office.  His dog could never have kept up with Harry and Wurst.

As they entered the kennel, she picked up her pace, pulling Harry towards one specific pen.  The metal gate to it was open, and a fresh bed, bowl of water, and bowl of dried dog food waited.

Harry unclipped her lead, and she settled right in on the bed.  With a shrug, he hung up the lead and closed the kennel door.  The heavy metal clicked shut, and he waited for someone to greet him.

It was just before noon.  Malfoy was probably in his office.  He’d want to know that one of the DMLE dogs had been delivered.

Malfoy wasn’t in his office.  Luckily, there were no werewolf-sized dogs in there, either.  There was no evidence of Malfoy, though.

He wasn’t in the kennel kitchen.  The hob and hearth were dark and cold.

He wasn’t in the bathing area.  The inside of the tub was dry.  A few strands of Harry’s hair were caught in the drain.  He wanted to pull them out and erase the evidence he’d been here before, but touching them seemed wrong.

Malfoy wasn’t anywhere in the kennels.  Nor was he in a barn next door.  Nor in an abandoned chicken coop.  He wasn’t standing out in the pasture, or leading herds of dogs.

Harry stood in the middle of the barnyard and searched the horizon.  To the south, down the widest gravel lane, the sun was peaking, high above Malfoy Manor in the distance.

It was nearly a mile, and all of it uphill.  The Manor, he realised after the first quarter mile, was a gatehouse.  He’d never approached it from the grounds before.  Only the front door.

The front entrance was that of a modest mansion flanked by hills.  It was a facade, though.

It held a valley.

Behind him, for miles on each side, was a valley.  He hadn’t seen it for what it was when he hiked in from the vineyard, but now he understood.

The vineyards stretched across the west horizon, and a forest curled around the edge of the bowl.  The barnyard crept up the south side from the basin.  To the east were fields in neat patchwork blocks.  Wheat, and grass, and flocks in the distance.

Harry climbed the path, gravel crunching under his boots.  The palace before him was ten times that of its front side.  Windowed balconies lined the second storey.  Gardens rimmed the lower level.  Fountains in alcoves studded the building where the pale stone met the rolling green hills.

It was a fortification.  Narrow where it was exposed to the world, but wide, and generous, to those permitted inside.

By the time Harry made it to the summit, he was so parched that his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.  His eyelids felt dry every time he blinked.

He was dusty, and sweaty, and wholly out of place on the cool marble patio.  A long, still pool of water met him.  Gold and silver koi flashed between lily pads.

The water tasted like rain, and Harry soon gave up using his hands and plunged his head into the pool.  Fish scattered like Galleons thrown into a wishing well.

His reflection in a patio door was striking.  An Auror on his hands and knees, mouth dripping.

Harry sucked his bottom lip dry and rose.  For a moment, he lingered outside the glass doors.  No one came to greet him nor to stop him, so he went inside.

High, stained glass windows in the front of the hall cast long figures across the dark floors.  It was like a cathedral tower had been set on the ground.

The figures in the windows were, to no surprise, hounds.  A medieval lord on horseback, a pale dog by his side, a stag bleeding crimson light before them.

Another panel with dozens of dogs, all streaming after a russet fox.

Another seemed to be the Pied Piper.

The smallest window held what, on first glance, appeared to be a cloudy night.  But as Harry came to the middle of the great hall, he saw that it was a ghostly hunt.  

To Harry’s left, the west wing of the Manor.  To his right, the east.  Both of them were dead ends that led into hillsides.  Both were two storeys of unknowable hallways and rooms.

But the stairs to the second floor of the west wing were patterned in dusty pawprints just right for a pair of Salukis.

24K9

A daily(?) kinktober 2023 fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

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Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

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[fotografiacolombiana]

De la vereda naranjal al Agroparque Sabio Mutis con el grupo de profesores y estudiantes de Patrimonio y Arte Rupestre. Abejas solitarias. #cachipay #lamesa @agroparquesabiomutis #agroparquesabiomutis #Patrimonio y #ArteRupestre #aves #abejas #orquideas #mariposario #pictogramas #petroglifos #radio #trapiche #cañadeazucar #ron #alambique #chocolate #bromelias #chocolate #cafe Museo a cielo abierto con más de 30 ejes temáticos culturales, 16 senderos ecológicos, flora y fauna de la Provincia del Tequendama. Proyecto del nuevo museo arqueológico de nueva Esperanza “Mane” en proceso. Disfrutamos de una interesante charla con el Profesor Hector Lopez, director del parque. (en Agroparque Sabio Mutis - Tena Cundinamarca) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUxL11SAnEn/?utm_medium=tumblr

[goldencursive]

Title: Following the Arrow to Your Heart

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Word Count: 10,936

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Brief mentions of other characters

Additional Tags: coffee shop AU, Sort Of, harry works at a coffee shop, Draco works at the Ministry, First Date, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, There's a wedding, slightly dub-con, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, Getting Together, Mutual Pining

Summary:

After the war, Draco is recruited into the Department of Love (aka Cupid's Arrow). His job is to bring together witches and wizards whose magical signatures are only compatible with each others' (essentially soulmates). As they all learned during training, Cupids are chosen because they do not have soulmates.

Six years later, Draco's convinced himself that he's perfectly fine with not having a soulmate. But his latest client turns out to be Harry Potter, and he's forced to reconsider in light of his old feelings.

<><><><><>

“Good morning, Potter,” says Malfoy. He looks calm, almost comfortable, as if he visits Muggle cafes all the time. Hell, maybe he does. Muggle places come with the convenience of nobody knowing who you are.

“Oh - uh - good morning, Malfoy,” stammers Harry, who immediately kicks himself mentally, because that was horrible. Was he twelve again? One word from his crush and he’s reduced to a stuttering mess.

this was my submission for hd wireless 2020!

[elcafeamargsempreesmillor]

Eramos tan diferentes.

A ti te gustaba el pelo liso y yo lo tenía rizado.

A ti te gustaban mayores y yo no es que caracterice mucho ese adjetivo.

A ti te gustaba la M y yo era una V.

A ti te gustaba el chocolate y yo prefería el cafe y sin nada de azúcar.

A ti te gustaban los deportes y a mi me gustaba la música.

A ti te gustaba el trap y a mi me gustaba la música clásica.

A ti te gustaba nike y yo prefería Tommy.

A ti te gustaba el Ron y a mi me gustaba la Ginebra.

A ti te gustaba la pizza con piña y yo la prefería sin 🍍.

Tal vez no estabamos hechos el uno para el otro, pero yo si lo sentí así, nunca congeniamos pero te quise como a nadie.

Eramos como las dos piezas de un puzzle que encajan a la perfección incluso con el paso de los años seguiamos encajando a la perfección.

Nuestros labios siempre acababan uniendose como si nunca se hubiesen separado y nuestras manos siempre encajaban a la perfección, como si estuviesen hechas la una para la otra.

Y nuestros miradas todavía se buscan cuando nos cruzamos.