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Level Hardcore : Wrong Number + Time-Travel + 1st Person POV + Forgotten God

FREQUENCY

Summary :

"No way, no fucking way. It's not him, is it? But how? I don't even have his number. What am I saying, he surely doesn't even own a mobile phone! I have to make sure though."

Where Harry is not sure how to use a iWiz and Draco is in for a surprise.

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Thank you @m0srael and @avenueofesc for the inestimable help and support :)

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skills: getting way too invested in making fictional religions

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Six-sentence-sunday

Thank you for the tag @calypsotempete @orange-peony and @avenueofesc.

I've been so frustrated because I'm writing only anon fics these days, and I'm uninspired when it comes to microfic prompts....

So I don't have actual writing to share. But I can share what I'll work on once my last fest fic is done (aside from getting back on schedule for the Summer Writing Challenge).

It will be a continuation of my Rough Me Up serie. This time, our boys navigate the possibility of bringing in a third person into their bed. I want to explore not just the threesome bit but also the leading up to it. How they start talking about it, how do they handle the jealousy part of it, the who is it going to be, etc. I find it really interesting to portray how different kinks and likes are introduced in a relationship, how to reconcile everyone's desires.

So yeah, I hope this is something people would want to read ;)

I'm tagging @nv-md @m0srael and @softlystarstruck because I can't get enough of their writing !!!

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Level Hardcore : Rooftop + Accidental Marriage + Epistolary + Neon Lights

(Honestly I'm reaching because half of this is barely mentioned...)

Rooftop Shenanigans

Summary : Draco and Harry get married accidentally (or is it?). Let's see how they cope.

I wanted it to look pretty, so please go read it on AO3 (on mobile preferably)

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Level Hardcore : The Woods + Casefic + Outside - Peripheral POV + A runaway teen

To be honest, this one was really hard. I've never written a case fic before and the point of view really challenged me. I am not too sure of the result BUT the process definitely made me grow so target achieved :)

Auror Conley On The Case

Excerpt :

"Malfoy."

"Scarhead."

"It's Head Auror now."

"Oh sorry. Head Auror Scarhead."

"I'd have thought you'd be a little more worried about your son Malfoy."

Malfoy's smirk falls for a second. If Sam hadn't been looking so closely he would have missed it with how fast Malfoy recovered.

"Yes, well. I know better than to think you'll do anything about it."

"Look Malfoy, if you want to find Scorpius, you're going to have to trust us. Tell us everything you know."

"Trust you, huh?"

Sam knows of Malfoy and Potter's past, of course. At least, he thinks he does. The tension between the two feels bigger than old school rivalry and generic war grudges. It feels very personal.

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SUBURBIA

"Suburbia, Harry? Really? That's your big secret destination?"

Harry is awfully quiet next to me and I'm utterly confused. He finally turns to me, fear bordering on panic in his eyes.

"This is Privet Drive. The red door over there, that's where they left me, the night…"

He doesn't have to say it, I know what we're about to do. Fuck.

Written for @drarrymicrofic 22nd prompt "suburbia"

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Written for @drarrymicrofic 15th prompt : parallel

Thank you to @nv-md for your help, and a special dedication to @harwypottah that requested another wolfstar :)

"We can't Draco. Your family, they won't accept this, us."

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"I don't care about my family Moony. They'll disown me, so what?"

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"Maybe I'll be the one to disown them. Can you imagine Father's face?"

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"I can already hear Walburga screaming insults at us from here."

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"You would do that? For me?"

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"Remus, you should know by now there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

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"I love you, Harry."

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"I love you too, Sirius."

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SIX SENTENCE MONDAY (Fuck so close)

Thanks for the tag guys @avenueofesc @orange-peony

Malfoy’s eyes glint dangerously and Harry almost takes it back.

The part of him that is strangely turned on by all the possible ways Malfoy could ask to be paid back clumps his mouth shut though.

“Fine. My place tomorrow at 7. Don’t you dare be late or the deal is off.”

Harry wants to deny the shot of arousal cursing his body at the show of bossiness, but the slight bulge in his pants makes it quite impossible.

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This is getting completely out of control... My fourth participation for May 21st prompt "First Time" @drarrymicrofic

THE FIRST TIME DRACO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP

"I - you... What?"

"I love you."

Draco just stares at Harry speechless. His eyes are comically wide, his whole body stunned in surprise.

For the first time of his life though, he doesn't fill the silence with snark, insults or obscure historic facts he's the only one to know hoping it'll make him sound smart.

No, this time, he lets the silence envelop them both and a bright smile bloom on his face, lightening the whole room.

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Oops, I did it again! (Someone please stop me)

May 21st prompt "First Time" @drarrymicrofic

SWEAT

"Come on Draco, you're doing so good."

" Yeah?"

"Yes, keep going, slow and steady. Breath through it."

"But it's so big. How do you do you do it everyday?"

"Practice mostly, and the end result is worth it."

"Harry, I'm not sure I can handle it."

"Of course, you can. But we can stop if it's too much."

"Merlin, my ears are bleeding! Malfoy just lift the damn bar, okay? And stop talking like you're fucking, it makes me want to puke!"

"Fuck off Weasley!"

"Ron, be nice, it's Draco's first time at the Muggle gym. He needs our support. Keep going babe."

"Please someone pierce my eardrums..."

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Another go at May 21st prompt (it is that good sorry) "first Time" @drarrymicrofic

THE FIRST TIME DRACO SAID SORRY

It's a weird way, that day.

He's finally out of the house, for the first time in months. He just couldn't take it anymore. His mother is a mess, well as much as a mess as a Malfoy is allowed to be, even behind closed doors. She's not crying, not yelling, she's just there. Almost on hold. As if she'll restart only when Lucius is back. Somedays, Draco wishes his father would come home, just so she could live again. Then he remembers the last few years and he wishes for his father to die. No wonder he's going crazy.

So, he's out. At a loss at what to do to be honest. Where does a recently pardonned ex Death Eater, hated by most of the Wizarding World goes to unwind?

He ends up at a Muggle pub, painfully orders a drink - the bartender is one step away from calling St Mungos Muggle equivalent - and goes to sit at a booth in the corner. When he raises his eyes from his glass, he almost chokes on his own saliva. Fuck.

A pair of green eyes bore into him. Harry's face is blank, although Draco can read a trace of surprise and confusion in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I - huh - I wanted a drink, I can leave. Yes, right, I'm going."

A strong hand catches his wrist and prevents him from existing the booth.

"Stay."

Draco sits back down, quickly followed by Harry.

The silence between them is new - have they ever been this close without throwing insults at each others ? - but not really unconfortable. After a while though, Draco feels the need to speak.

"I'm sorry." He blurts out without thinking.

Harry looks at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I'm sorry for… everything I guess. My father was… No that's not right. Of course he's a prejudiced, racist son of a bitch, but I could have… Fuck. Sorry, let me try again."

Draco takes a few seconds to regroupe his thoughts and tries again.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to do what was right. I'm sorry I was a jerk to you and to so many others. I probably don't deserve a second chance, but I want to try, to make things right somehow."

"Okay."

"Okay? Just like that?"

"Yes, Draco, just like that. I'm too fucking tired to hate you anyway."

His name in that mouth feels like a punch in the stomach, but in sort of a good way.

"Okay," he smiles, "you want a drink?"

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May 21st prompt "First Time" @drarrymicrofic

THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES

"I love you, Harry."

For a second, Harry sees blond hair instead of red, pointy nose and chin instead of freckles and soft smile. His hands are no longer on round hips but pressed against a hard chest.

He squeezes Ginny harder, to ground himself, to return to the moment and leave the fantasy behind.

"I love you too, Gin."

And this right there, is the first time he ever lies to her. It won't be the last.

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For May 18th prompt "What if he wants Ken not Barbie" @drarrymicrofic

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

“Don’t what me, Harry. What is that thing in your hand?”

“Er - a gift, for our son? He does turn three tomorrow.”

“Sure, but what is it?”

Harry realizes that Draco probably really doesn’t know what the gift is. He must have played exclusively with wizard toys as a child; beautiful, expensive, not any fun toys. Harry, thus, starts to explain what the doll is. He shows Draco how you can change her clothes and describes the different accessories. Draco’s eyes twinkle when Harry mentions the plane, the car, the horse. Of course, that would be his favorite part. When Harry goes on to talk about Skipper and Ken though, Draco’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I don’t get it.”

“Draco, I swear, kids love these things, even boys.”

“No, I get that, it’s just, why would they have Barbie paired up with Ken. I mean, what if Barbie wants to be with another Barbie? I thought Muggles were all about diversity, that seems pretty narrow minded to me. And what about Ken? What if he wants to be with Ken not Barbie?”

Harry contemplates this for a minute, then goes back to the shelf where he took the Barbie. When he comes back to Draco, he’s holding two Ken dolls, one blond and one brunet.

Draco raises an eyebrow and smirks knowingly.

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"When can I see you again?"

Draco laughs before he sets eyes on Harry, earnest, nervous Harry.

"Oh you're serious? How sweet, you thought this was something? Potter, this was nothing. Pent up frustration, culmination of years long rivalry nothing. It's already forgotten."

Harry should have known, when have his hopes ever brought him anything but heartache.

2nd attempt at "Hope is heartache" @drarrymicrofic Looks like I'm on a roll :)

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at some point i have to stop torturing my OCs (literally) and actually world build

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my notes for caroline verse has so much mood whiplash. from “eye less children resembling missing children from posters around town” to “collect them like in bioshock!”