#Cibee I would die for you

[sitp-recs]

hi! thank you so much for such amazing recs all the time. what a gift!!! this is a different kind of request than usual maybe so feel free to skip it or take your time or interpret in your own way: i’m looking for swoon-worthy fics, like sooo romantic. like off the charts oh my god this is so sweet so loving so huge kind of vibes. but that’s like a feeling you know, for the characters and for the readers, so. not sure if it makes sense! thank u :)

Hi anon, thank you so much for the kind words!! I don’t really read hardcore fluff tbh, but I love myself some tender romance! I’ve included different flavours here with a lil bit of angst (couldn’t resist 🤣) but nothing too intense. I hope this list works for you! You can also check the latest Fluff Fest collection here.

Say the words / then stay around by Teatrolley (NR, 5.7k)

They’ve been together for a while when Harry decides that he wants to try the Auror Office again. What he doesn’t consider is the effects the work might have on the two of them. But, then again, maybe those effects don’t have to be all bad?

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (E, 17k)

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy? If only Draco would let him count the ways.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl (E, 104k)

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything. 2021 advent fic, completed.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

[teruyo]

IT'S FUCKING GORGEOUS

All the body hair talk really got to me so this came out. it’s really a lot more vanilla than I wanted it to be, and more about body worship than body hair, but to be fair I was writing it at work with everyone walking around so I didn’t include the parts I wanted (i.e. pubic hair, knuckle hair, armpit hair, the good stuff). Thank you @malenkayacherepakha for the beta, and @veelawings for bringing rimming to my attention, how could i forget. And tag list: @tackytigerfic @eva-eleanore @shealwaysreads @slytherco <3 

Feat. Draco worshipping Harry’s body/body hair, vacation on a tropical island, Draco being very desperate to taste Harry and Harry being flustered, rimming, kissing. They are staying at a villa like this

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“Come here,” Draco said.

Harry had just got out of the shower to find Draco lounging on the bed in his silk robe, head propped up and facing the bathroom—the very large, floor-to-ceiling glass bathroom. Harry’s face burned as he whirled back to Draco, now wearing a very smug smile. “Were you watching me shower?”

“It pleases me to see how thorough you were being,” Draco grinned. 

“Fuck off.” Harry’s face burned hotter. “I thought you were at a yoga class.”

“I had to leave early.” Draco waved his wand to open the windows. The ocean wind blew the gauzy white curtains up. The sun was just setting over the horizon. “To catch the boat back.”

“You’re the one that insisted on booking a villa in the middle of the ocean,” Harry pointed out. He was still a bit miffed at being seen showering, even if the two of them had gotten into a lot more debauchery on a daily basis. 

“So we won’t be disturbed,” Draco said, and patted the bed next to him. “Come here,” he said again.

The bed was so large Harry had to crawl to meet Draco in the middle. His fluffy bathrobe hung open as he did, and Draco’s eyes dropped to it, his breathing getting heavier. 

“You are insatiable,” Harry grumbled when Draco pushed him down and took a nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh, chin up, love,” Draco cooed. “You’re the one that said you’d make it up to me for missing Valentine’s Day. And what’s more romantic than a private water villa in the middle of the tropical ocean? We can see stars, darling.”

Harry looked to the open windows which led to the front deck that sat right above the fish-filled lagoon that surrounded their villa. Harry could jump into the clear waters from their master bedroom if he wanted. Harry hated to admit it—mostly because he had protested the idea of a lavish vacation at first—but it was pretty fucking romantic.

Draco looked as though he knew what Harry was thinking and smirked.

Harry dragged him up into a kiss. Draco’s moans gushed out of him, like he had been holding them in. He buried a hand in Harry’s hair and carded the other through Harry’s already sweat-damp chest hair, paying heady attention to the whorls of hair surrounding his nipples. Draco’s favorite, Harry knew that. 

Draco wrenched himself away and gasped for air. His cock was a hard length against Harry’s thigh, trembling and wet. “You said you’d make it up to me.”

“Yes,” Harry breathed.

“I want …”

“Yes.”

Draco moaned. “I want you to lie back and let me take care of you.”

Harry didn’t know how he was supposed to lie back when he was already a puddle on the bed. Draco nuzzled Harry’s beard, leaving wet little kisses along the trail, pushing Harry’s bathrobe off his shoulders and kissing them. Draco’s face was flushed red and his eyes were so bright.

“Let me kiss you as much as I want,” Draco said. “Harry, please, just this once. I know you don’t like the attention—but I could burst just thinking about it, and I think about it so much—Merlin, I won’t if you really don’t want to, but—”

Harry couldn’t speak. He arched his body and shrugged the bathrobe off and threw it somewhere behind Draco—somehow still landing on the ridiculously large bed—then lay back on the pillows and spread his legs.

Draco swallowed. The front of his robe was tented gorgeously, with a patch of wet spot that was spreading. It made Harry feel good.

The next second, Draco’s hands and lips and body were back on him, kissing every available patch of skin, freckles, scars and returning to kiss Harry’s mouth every few seconds. Draco’s hands caressing Harry’s chest hair, and carding through the thick curls loosely in a bun. His nails scraping against Harry’s inner thigh, across the coarse hair there. Draco let out a moan when their chests bumped into each other as Harry arched off the bed. 

“I hate how gorgeous you are, Potter,” Draco said. He called Harry that when his head was muddy with anger or lust. He nuzzled Harry’s beard, biting down, got back up to suck on Harry’s tongue when Harry gasped. Then Draco moved down to his chest, did the same nuzzle—shouldn’t it be disgusting? Harry thought wildly. Shouldn’t Draco, who always powdered his face and body because he hated sweating, find Harry gross? But Draco’s hips were making small, jerking movements against Harry’s thigh, and he certainly looked like he was enjoying himself very much. 

Draco yanked Harry down and around, tugging his hips up. Harry felt his cheeks being spread and had to hide his face in his arms as Draco thumbed at the wiry hair there, as Draco leaned down to gently bite Harry’s ass. As Draco took in a deep breath and asked, low and husky, “Jojoba oil?”

“It’s the lotion they have here,” Harry mumbled shyly. 

“God, it makes you glow,” Draco said into the gentle bites. He blew on Harry’s hole, and Harry twitched, moaning into his arms.

“I’m going to make out with your arse, Potter,” Draco said. 

“Shut up,” Harry said. “God—just—please—” Then he couldn’t talk for a long time. 

Later, however long later, when Harry was a shaking, wet mess of sweat, cum, and spit, with Draco’s head pillowed contently on his chest, his hands rubbing at the sweat-matted hair there, nosing it all the while, Harry asked, “Why did you have to wait until we’re here to…”

Draco opened one eye to peer up at him. “Indulge in my life-long fantasy?”

Harry felt his blush creeping back. “Life-long? We’ve been together for four years.”

Draco snorted. “I’m not telling you more.”

“Fine,” Harry huffed, letting his legs and arms spread out on the bed. Draco being half on top of him was hot enough even with night finally settling over them. Harry looked at the starry sky through their glass ceiling—Draco really knew how to woo a man. “Why now?”

Draco chuckled, “Our bed wasn’t big enough.”

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Just some fic recs (part 2)...

It’s been a while since I’ve made a rec list and that seemed tragic to me as I’ve spent most of my quarantine surviving off fic. So here we go! The popular fics are hidden away for today and there is more Wangxian on here than I’d care to admit, but I Hyperfixated. Still, the ships are numerous and various.

Promises We Make -- Mayarene Rose; Wangxian Lan Zhan has taken to visiting the Yiling as often as he can, bringing as many rabbits as he can carry. It is not against the sect rules so there's no reason for him to feel guilty about it. And after all, he made a promise. Or the one where Lan Zhan sneakily moves into the Burial Mounds and this may or may not have helped stop a lot of bad things from happening. **If you’re feeling sad, this is the fic for you. It can take any bad day and make it better. Lan Zhan brings every goddamn rabbit in Cloud Recesses to the Burial Mounds a few rabbits at a time just as an excuse to visit Wei Ying. Then he kind of just stays? And everyone loves him? And Wei Ying is an absolute dumbass about the whole thing? Which tracks.

Screw Poetry, It’s You I Want -- intertwiningsouls; Pynch Adam tries to navigate a crush on his best friend, his first time having a group of friends during the holidays, and the mysterious notes that keep showing up in his locker. **Fair warning this fic is not finished and on hiatus, but I still think it is absolutely worth reading anyway. I reread it often and then get sad it’s not updated, but, you know, fic writer’s lives are hard. I know this deeply. Anyway, it’s soft, it’s cute, and Ronan is perfect.

apastron -- kissmesexybatman; Shatt "This was the mission: three people were set to travel half a year out to the edge of the solar system, traversing space no human eyes had ever seen, to explore the possibility of life in the most extreme of conditions." The first six months of the Kerberos Mission. **This fic is quiet and meditative and a little lonely, but it is so, so beautiful. I loved it the first time I read it and I love it now. There’s some very good ace representation and love just pours from this fic. Love for people and love for space.

How Fragile We Are, Between the Few Good Moments -- nineandthreequarterrs; Wolfstar By the time it’s dark, there’s a fire crackling before them. The tent is set up. There are two chairs propped up by the fire. They have cooked and eaten dinner, and they are sitting in silence. It reminds Sirius of the dinners at home after he got sorted into Gryffindor, or after his mother found the letters from his friends, or lately, whenever he dares to show his face around the house at all. What lives in that space isn’t actually silence. Silence is absence. This thing that hangs between him and his mother, now between him and Remus, is the presence of something suffocating and cutting. It doesn’t serve as a placeholder for noise, it serves as a punishment. It cleaves him to the bone, flays him until he wants to cry. The soft, knotting feeling in his chest he feels when he wants to let tears out but can’t is rising in him. Sirius doesn’t know how to kill except to hiss, “Well if you’re mad at me just fucking say so.” **This takes the moment where Sirius lures Snape to the Shrieking Shack and nearly gets him killed by Remus in his werewolf form-a scene that should be utilized like this more frequently-and creates something absolutely lovely with it. The fic is quiet and subtle and deals with the abuse Sirius suffers and Remus’ rightful anger in a delicate and true way. I adore it.

Likewise Variable -- ssstrychnine; Wolfstar James has plans, Peter is the nurse, Sirius keeps fake blood up his sleeves, and Remus just tries to stay alive. **One of those classic Marauders fics where everyone is batshit crazy except Remus, who ends up doing batshit crazy things because he loves his friends. And Sirius. Especially Sirius. He ends up playing Romeo and Sirius plays Juliet and the pining and angst is unreal. A trope I’m trash for and very well executed.

flowers boldly blossoming over withered grass -- LilyMaxwell; Wangxian It’s in the dawning years after Jin Guangyao’s death that Wei Wuxian learns what it’s like to live and love without a second thought. **The first fic I found in my endless search through pages and pages on ao3 where I saw a characterization of Lan Zhan that resonated with me in the same way he did in the show. I have a thing for soft and quiet fics and this one is no exception. Lovely and beautifully written. 

Like Knives -- All_My_Characters_Are_Dead; Bakushima Bakugou was disappointed in him. Bakugou thought he was weak, thought he was useless. Bakugou knew he’d broken, and Bakugou was mad at him for it. **I love this fic a lot. It takes Bakugou’s anger and uses it to full angst advantage. Kirishima overhears Bakugou and misinterprets Bakugou’s intense worry for anger. And then emotions happen.

Garden War -- Cibee; Drarry Harry and Draco are quarantined in their houses, a lake across from one another. What better ways to spend this time than to annoy each other with letters and attempts to prove that their garden is better? **I did my best to avoid quarantine fics, but you know, easier said than done. This one is super cute. Mostly epistolary, Harry and Draco just make fun of each other and garden and then get together. Like, what the hell else do you want?

light fires at night (to push back the void) -- inthesea; Andreil The first time Andrew realizes he wants to hear the words, Neil isn’t even doing anything. He’s just sitting there, staring at the horizon with that stupidly dramatic faraway expression of his, and letting the cigarette burn down between his fingers all the way to the filter — an outrageous waste of good nicotine, if you asked Andrew. (Or: 20+ times Andrew and Neil say I love you, and one time they say it out loud.) **One of the two truly popular fics that shows up on here. This fic changed my life. It killed me and then brought me back to life. It’s essentially a series of vignettes starring Andrew and Neil and like...it hurts and it heals and it loves. I would die for this fic to continue existing even when I don’t.

the hidden source is the watchful heart -- sombregods; Wangxian Wei Wuxian comes back to the Cloud Recesses for the winter months. He and Lan Wangji learn that emotional intimacy and physical intimacy are not (yet) quite synonymous.They have time to figure it out. **I have the biggest soft spot for relationships where sex and romance aren’t intrinsically intertwined and take some time to navigate. And in my mind, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying have exactly that kind of relationship, so this fic was all I ever needed. If that’s your thing, this is a must read.

A Heart’s a Heavy Burden -- idratherhaveyou; Wangxian There was fire and magic and death, screams and blood, but rage was Wei Ying's song at night, the beast he became taking control, protecting what it could and destroying those that did harm.Years ago, when Wei Ying had newly discovered this particular power of his, when he’d picked his side—to simply fight everyone who didn’t fight for those weaker than themselves—he’d remembered more.To him, this was better. Better to forget things best forgot. **A Howl’s Moving Castle AU **A shameless self-promotion, but I love this fic to pieces, so I thought it seemed fit to add. Not quite finished, but I promise it will be. I just take two of my favorite pieces of media and have a real good time. There’s magic, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying love each other a lot, and A-Yuan does god’s work.

Siren Song -- Becky_J_1022 When Damen is cursed by a Siren in exchange for the revenge his heart desperately desires, his life is thrown into chaos, and betrayal lurks around every corner. Despite his better judgment, he allows a beautiful young man to seek berth on his ship, not knowing that he has granted refuge to the one man who has every reason to want him dead. Laurent may be the key to breaking Damen's curse, and Damen could help restore Laurent to his throne—but if they have any hope of helping each other, they will have to untangle their bitter pasts first. **Listen, man, this fic is balls to the walls fun and also everyone should read Becky’s fics. Not enough people do. She makes sentences beautiful. Just so beautiful. And she loves to and you can tell.

[skyskyyyyyj]

I just dont have anywhere else to talk right now. I think everyones going through too much but Im honestlhy afraid i might kill myself if i dont say something to someone even if its just to myself.

I cant believe malach left. Not like, we broke up. I can believe that. I can believe it. I cant believe he stopped being my friend like stopped hitting me up like stopped trying really with our friendship. Unless I ask him to 'please help'. Sometimes. i just dont trust anyone anymore. I dont trust anyone I used to trust. I just want to be okay again, it seems like I was just figuring out how to be happy and now I dont know how to do that. Every second of my day isnt mine, it belon\gs to my school and its just shit. I never wanted to belong to anyone. but me.

Im so hurt. Thats all. It just hurts. I cant believe i might lose my fucking toenail, all my negative cibes might just make that happen tho. Cant believe I got hit by a car. I just wonder like does life want me to be sad? I dont get waht I did wrong, or if this is just something ill learn from. This is hard. Its hard hard hard. I just hope it gets easier. I dont feel like ive been through enough difficult periods like this to know how to cope. I just feel like im suffocating frrr. I just want to not exist.

Miraku said when i want to die i should think about why and what death would provide me that life can not, but never give in. Death would just alleviate me from life. I am tired. I am exhausted. I just want to sleep. But yeah, i have my lil sister and after i almost died i realized i cant be a trauma to her. I wonder if id do it. IF she werent here. I think I would, I wouldnt mind dying to be honest. I know I promised to never say it again, but its just what the fuck it is.

Why does malach say he'll still be here for me? Why does he hit me up? I need to never think I can talk to him again, just act like I wont see him again even if i know i will. I need to accept that i will nbever be close to him agian, not even temporarily, i just wish we'd never met. I really, really do. Maybe its for the best that we met, but i just wish id never spoken to him. It was a mistake because ive been left many times. Tony, David, ALL of Davids family. Masai. why would i think that if i just loved him enough and he said he loved me enough, i wouldnt be alone? I felt so. not alone. i felt like he was there. and i just.... this is worse than before I think. And I still dont know how to navigate this, Im trying so hard to be okay and its just like everything i do backfires. I try to smoke, I almost broke my fucking foot. I try to bike, I almost die and get hit by a fucking car. I try to love someone with all of my heart, he leaves. Ive been trying fucking HARD to not havec a negative narrative and I know my heart you know? I fucking know I want to be happy. This isnt even me just perpetuating shit and making it happen i dont get it i dont understand whats going on.

[cibeewastaken]

Fic Writer Interview ✨

Tagged by @the-sinking-ship @onbeinganangel thank yous!

Name: cibee

Fandoms: currently only HP. I can’t handle having multiple fandoms/ships at once. Before this was Overwatch.

Where you post: On Ao3 and Tumblr

Most popular one-shot: Title of Their Sex Tape

Most popular multi-chapter: The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth 

Favorite story I’ve written so far: Telling the Bees, bc i like sad Draco

Fic you were nervous to post: everything? I die a little every time I hit post its so scary

How do you choose your titles: look at that title up there and you can see that I don’t choose 

but when I have to, I like idioms/customs/folk lore/nonfiction more. The Spoiling of Sex From Enthusiastic Ignorance is actually from a translation of a Chinese idiom I saw and thought it looks cool. Telling the Bees is from the custom of, well, telling the bees lol 

I used to like using poetry but I always end up hating the title so I stopped. I would like to be one of those people who always have really nice and simple titles? Like Galla Placidia

Do you outline: no. I tried it with courting but I think it did more harm than good. I don’t know if its bc I don’t know how to outline properly or bc I didn’t vibe with Trello (which I used for the outline for that fic) or if I just don’t vibe with outlines in general

Complete: I don’t have anything that is complete at the moment. 

In progress: I suppose (1) ghost story and (1) goose story if you take the meaning of “in progress” very liberally 

Coming soon: nothing. I am not exaggerating when I say I haven’t written anything since I finished my sex fair in October. The Tumblr prompt I posted last night was the first thing I managed to write in two months.

Prompts: if after seeing this list you still want to send me prompts I will be thrilled! I do really love writing for prompts if you don’t mind waiting for me

Tagging: @pineau-noir @tsauergrass @alxmeg @drarryangels @drarrytrash @dracoladon @fictional only if you guys want to ofc :)