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[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - ANON MASTERLIST AND GUESSING GAME!

It’s time for the list! And for some numbers! And a wee game!

This year’s Wireless has (as always) some impressive numbers for you. Everyone, the Wireless 2024 stats:

33 days of posting

45 works in total

6 artworks

2 art and fic combos

34 fics

3 podfics

And a total of 758,934 words!

We mods can’t thank each and everyone of you enough! Without every single one of our participants and readers this fest wouldn’t be possible. Thank you for being here and showing support to the amazingly talented people we had participating this year. ❤️

You have one week until we reveal the names of all our amazing creators, and what better way to spend it than catching up with the works you might have missed and playing our fun guessing game!

Guessing Game: ❓ Can you work out who created what?? Click this link to access the form and have your guess. The more correct guesses you make the more points you get, and we even award points for wrong answers so you might as well try guessing them all! Don’t forget to read the instructions!!! The winner will be announced at Reveals.🏆

And why not have another listen to our prompted songs for the works we post before the reveals next week:  

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Fly Away with Me Tonight? [Gen, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵Summary: A chance meeting, an invitation to dance

📻 ghost (might as well be gone) [Gen, Digital ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Might as Well Be Gone by Pixies  🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy retired from the Auror force and left England a decade ago, but he still receives the Daily Prophet. Today’s issue provides closure on the one case he was never able to officially solve.

📻 MY FRIENDS SAY I SHOULDN'T SEE YOU ANYMORE [T, Digital Art ]

🎵 Song Prompt: bad idea right? by Olivia Rodrigo  🎵 Summary: Both Draco's and Harry's friends don't approve of their little... dalliance. But it's so hard to stay away from each other! Could this be a bit more than just casual?

📻 He Did IT! [Not Rated, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: No Body, No Crime by Taylor Swift   🎵 Summary: Harry: I think he did it but I just can't prove it, 'Mione!!  Hermione: And, what exactly did he do, Harry?  Harry: I-, I don't know! Something! He has to! It feels weird every time I look at him!!  Hermione: .....  Ron: ......  Ron: Mate...  *****  Or, it's sixth year and Malfoy is definitely up to something! Why else would Harry's heart beat so fast every time the stupid git so much as looks at him!?!

📻 A Quiet Life [T, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: A Quiet Life by Teho Teardo & Blixa Bargeld  🎵 Summary: After their relationship becomes public knowledge; after being hounded by the paparazzi; after Draco says enough is enough and leaves London; Harry’s more than happy to follow.  After all, a quiet life is all he’s ever wanted.

📻 The Shape I found you in [Not Rated, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Shape I found you in' by 'Girlyman'  🎵 Summary: But your heart was busy within,  Building bomb shelters under your skin.  That's the shape I found you in

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Trade My Heart For Honey [M, 64.170, Digital Watercolour]

🎵 Prompt: Water Under The Bridge by Adele  🎵 Summary: A Witch who thinks she’s a Seer, a Seer who thinks she’s a Witch, a former nemesis-turned-something-turned-acquaintance who thinks they could be friends, and a Scottish village full of Muggles who think this is as much their business as the fair folk in the woods. Draco is going to prove them all wrong.

📻 Thunder [E, 11,325, digital]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac  🎵 Summary: Harry and Ginny are on a break. Harry and Ginny don’t want anyone to know. Harry assumes Ginny is fucking their way through their Quidditch team. Harry punches Draco Malfoy in the face in his free time. Harry considers this a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. Harry figures that as long as he keeps everything the way that it is, that everything will stay the same, and nothing bad will happen, and Ginny will stay with him, and Malfoy will keep quietly visiting his dreams.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 You're on Your Own, Kid [E, 44.274] 

🎵 Song Prompt: You're on Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: In August of 1998, Draco leaves behind everything he’s ever known. With the help of two middle-aged lesbians, a Muggle bookshop, and a new best friend, Draco’s future is finally looking up. That is, until Harry Potter wanders back into his life a year later, undoing everything Draco has worked towards.  Or, a tale about healing, forgiveness, and living for no one but yourself.

📻 Heartbeat [E, 22,791]

🎵 Prompt: Heartbeat by Childish Gambino  🎵 Summary: Harry hates Draco, and Draco hates him in return. Only it's not hate, not even a little bit. Featuring: a cooperative independent study, golden hour on wrecked sheets, strawberries in the summer at Grimmauld Place, water from fountains of (dubious) origin, purple Mardi Gras beads, and a bird with silly legs.  Also featuring: heated arguments, infidelity, unquenchable desire, and heartbreak. Over and over again.

📻 Long for Bliss! [E, 9,400]

🎵 Song Prompt: This Must Be It by Röyksopp  🎵 Summary: Harry has a tough decision to make: take the blue pill or the red pill. He chooses a pink one instead and throws caution to the wind. What blows back comes in the form of a blond fallen angel that talks like he’s the Devil and moves like he’s fucking.  Or: Harry tries MDMA for the first time and unexpectedly encounters a mysteriously captivating Draco at KOKO London.

📻 Going Down Swinging [E, 4,661 ] 

🎵 Song Prompt: Hello Mudduh, Hello Fadduh! by Allan Sherman  🎵 Summary: “Who are you?” he asked, feeling around for a truly abominable pair of glasses he fixed firmly above his nose.  “I’m Draco,” he answered. “Draco—” He paused. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember; it was that the memory wasn’t there.

📻 The Most He’s Ever Said [E,16,431]

🎵 Song Prompt: One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan  🎵 Summary: It takes them twenty years.

📻 Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Seduction (DISCLAIMER: not guaranteed to work on one HJ Potter) [M, 11,107 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Push the button' by 'Sugababes'  🎵 Summary: Harry's gorgeous. Draco wants him.  Draco's exasperatedly trying to get him to get. the. message.

📻 karma is a (cat) [E, 8,714 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Karma by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: Draco knew that his karma would come one to him one day and make him pay for all the mistakes he made during the war.  But he didn’t expect for it to have four legs, white whiskers, and a soft bushy tail.

📻 Kiss and Tell [E, 27,786 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Kiss and Tell by Bryan Ferry  🎵 Summary: Sometimes, Harry really fucking hated being himself. All he wanted was to be left alone. That, and someone to share his life with. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so.  When Harry’s sex-life was plastered across the front page of the Daily fucking Prophet, he decided to get away until it all died down. Unfortunately, trouble had always known how to find him.  Would it be possible to forgive the unforgivable?

📻 When the Flood Comes [E, 10,340]

🎵 Song Prompt: Eat Your Young by Hozier  🎵 Summary: Nine years on from the war, Auror Potter is upholding the Ministry of Magic's rule of law.  Senior legal counsel Draco Malfoy is challenging it.  And absolutely nothing is as it seems.

📻 Never Getting Over You [E, 4,396]

🎵 Prompt: Attention by Charlie Puth  🎵 Summary: Harry finally gets the push he needs to fight for what he's lost after a breakup that no one wanted.

📻 Mermaid [E, 3,000]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Mermaids' by Florence and The Machine  🎵 Summary: “Your magic,” Harry says. “It’s gone.”  “It’s a curse,” Draco says, sounding wry. “Courtesy of Aunt Bellatrix. Disown a Black, and you’ll take their magic away, too. Even if their family name is Malfoy.” “What could bring your magic back?” Draco laughs in his ear. “True love’s kiss," he murmurs. And then he turns in Harry’s arms.

📻 Us, infinite (unfortunately) [E, 77,287 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: All Things End by Hozier  🎵 Summary: It’s very fitting for how Harry’s life has gone thus far that he gets trapped in a time loop without rhyme, reason, or warning.  To make matters infinitely worse, the one other person stuck on the same hellish chronological ride is Draco Malfoy, git extraordinaire.

📻 I made loving you a blood sport (so let's play) [E, 3,032]

🎵 Song Prompt: Blood Sport by Sleep Token  🎵 Summary: They sat in an odd kind of silence, comfortable in its discomfort. In the predictability of its recklessness. The thing between them was as palpable as the thick smoke in the air, consumed with every breath, and likely just as bad for them.

📻 Everything that can go wrong will go wrong [T, 5,178]

🎵 Song Prompt: If You Were Mine by Leon Bridges and Miranda Lambert  🎵 Summary: “You can move in with me!”  Shit. Apparently there was still a possibility to make a fool out of himself to his crush despite his best efforts at minimizing contact. Draco and Andromeda looked at him in record speed, showing their own expressions of confusion. Maybe at his appearing out of nowhere, maybe at his panting that made it seem like he just ran a marathon for some reason, or maybe at his abrupt and impulsive suggestion. Shit. Teddy wasn’t even here to take off the edge—Harry was completely alone in this one.  After a pause, Draco fully turned to him with a manner that definitely showed his opinion of how stupid Harry was, and asked, “What?”

📻 Antelucan Ruins [E, 29,453] 

🎵 Song Prompt: Ghost by Justin Bieber  🎵 Summary: From the bloody Prophet, Draco discovers Harry Potter’s death splashed in grey ink printed on the front page. Potter is dead before Draco gets to see him again to fulfil a half-spoken promise. And yet, these days Draco has the power to bend the world to his heart’s desires, and that includes fucking Harry Potter even after he personally saw Potter’s pale, lifeless body lying in a coffin before it got buried under the soil. —  "Do you realise that you're just as pathetic and insane? You're so hung up on the idea of me that you'd fuck a ghost, Malfoy. You risked your life for it."  Draco puts an arm around Potter's body, "Whoever says I am sane? Certainly not me. It's calculated risk with more success rate than failure. And you are dead, Potter. You refuse to move on to the next realm because you crave for my cock."

📻 I've Been There (sitting in that same chair) [Gen, 2,212]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Village by Wrabel  🎵 Summary: People keep knocking on Draco’s door. Draco just wants to read his book (he doesn’t mind, really).  Or: Draco gets to be the supportive queer person he’d wished for when he was younger.

📻 Lonely Rivers [M, 7,370]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Unchained Melody' by 'The Righteous Brothers'  🎵 Summary: Six years after the end of the war, Harry takes care of Teddy Lupin and has started to learn guitar. Hermione negotiates with foreign powers. Draco's a trainee Healer with a glam karaoke routine. And when Ron and Parvati decide to get married, they find a job for everyone...

📻 How to Begin [E, 8,478]

🎵 Song Prompt: Blush by Orville Peck  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely, pathetically besotted with his flatmate, Draco. Fuelled by liquid courage, he finally makes his move when he's absolutely sozzled. What could possibly go wrong?

📻 Oneiros [E, 13,125]

🎵 Song Prompt: Enter Sandman by Metallica  🎵 Summary: When contact with a weird vase traps Harry in his nightmares, it's Unspeakable Draco Malfoy's task to rescue him. In order to do so, he will have to face his past and his family history and win a duel of wits against a Morpheus and try to be better than his father each step of the way...

📻 Say When [E, 24,545]

🎵 Song Prompt: Undisclosed Desires by Muse 🎵 Summary: When Auror Harry Potter is sent in undercover to determine if Draco Malfoy is laundering money through his BDSM club, will he be able to keep up the ruse and close the case? Or, more to the point, will he keep from falling in love?

📻 crawlin' helpless on the floor [M, 1,525]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cure For Pain by Morphine  🎵 Summary: It doesn't take much to torment a man when he's three broken contracts away from being out of a job and down a newspaper.

📻 Hell is the talkin' type [E, 7,309]

🎵 Song Prompt: Dinner and Diatribes by Hozier  🎵 Summary: “Morgana, I need a drink,” Draco sighs. “Why did I let you convince me to participate in this torture again?”  Harry chuckles. “Because I’m your husband, and you love me?” he offers.  “Bah. Remind me not to let myself be so sentimental next time.”

📻 Mr Blue Sky [E, 69,024]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ by ‘Electric Light Orchestra’  🎵 Summary: Mr Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long...   After five years, Malfoy had finally escaped house arrest, and he moved in just a few streets down from Grimmauld Place. Overnight, the Daily Prophet seemed to fall in love with him. For his charity work, and his charming smile, and—Harry was sure—his prattish fucking personality. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't stop running into him.  He had bigger problems, though. His best friends in the world were having a baby together, which was fantastic, except that they weren't sure he could hold it together well enough to be Godfather.  But despite being flat broke, with a dead dad, and no one willing to risk hiring him, Malfoy appeared to be completely in control of the narrative surrounding his newfound freedom. Maybe Harry could learn a thing or two from the best of the best.  After all, he had the entire pregnancy to convince Ron and Hermione he was perfectly, entirely, 100% fine. If sometimes he had to fistfight Malfoy about it, well, that was nothing new.

📻 'tis the damn season [M, 2,892]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: He doesn’t know why the universe seems to keep placing him in Potter’s proximity every time he returns to London. He doesn’t know how they keep falling into bed, every year, like clockwork.  Draco has tried not to question it.

📻 Tecum Ad Astra [M, 3,257]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵 Summary: It's Friday night and Harry Potter is relaxing with a good book in front of a crackling fire.  But he should be at the club.

📻 Music to my ears [E, 13,190]

🎵 Song Prompt: River flows in You, Yiruma  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely captivated by the beautiful music played on a street piano at a park in Cambridge. He is, however, unprepared for whom the pianist turns out to be.

📻 Pancakes for Dinner [T, 2,176]

🎵 Song Prompt: Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzie McAlpine  🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a trip to visit Harry in his new city at his new job. He’s not brave enough to say how he really feels.

📻 Seasons [E, 9,314]

🎵 Song Prompt: Águas de Março (Waters of March) by Antônio Carlos Jobim  🎵 Summary: Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

📻 Two Houses [E, 11,498]

🎵 Song Prompt: Social Cues by Cage the Elephant  🎵 Summary: Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently?  Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

📻 Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound [E, 51,165]

🎵 Song Prompt: Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound by Lovers  🎵 Summary: Harry Potter can’t sleep.

📻 Closing Time [E, 18,406]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Closing Time' by 'Semisonic'  🎵 Summary: Draco’s been invited to Neville’s stag party in Bristol, and he's confident he knows what to expect. There’ll be too many Gryffindors, for starters, plus a few humiliating team-building activities, some dodgy clubs, and a truly preposterous level of alcohol consumption.  But… a drunken Harry Potter climbing into Draco's bed when he’s having a wank?  No, he definitely didn't see that coming...

📻 every scrap of you (you left them all to me) [E, 54,191]

🎵 Song Prompt: marjorie by taylor swift  🎵 Summary: Twelve years on from the war, Harry finds himself in an endless cycle of bedding Draco Malfoy, and waking up alone. Desperate to understand why Draco won't give him a chance to be something more, he commits to courting the slippery blond git.  But there's a reason Draco can't fall for him, and Harry will go to the darkest depths to change that.

📻 What are you doing Sunday, baby? [M, 12,034]

🎵 Song Prompt: Disco 2000 by Pulp  🎵 Summary: Draco needs a respectable husband to strengthen his reputation before his in-laws try to take Scorpius from him. Who better than his ex, the independently wealthy, out and proud single father, Harry Potter?

📻 Too Good At Raising Hell [E, 87,462]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Too Good At Raising Hell' by 'The Struts'  🎵 Summary: When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] Move, move [T, 54:30 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Bar Italia by Pulp 🎵 Summary: She grabbed Harry’s hand, slipping something small into it and pressing his fingers around it.  “Dilectio. It’ll cheer you up. Make you feel like dancing.”  Harry gaped at her. Drugs. Ginny’s fucking giving me drugs?  At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.

📻 [Podfic] A Different Kind of Meaning by p1013 [E, 01:42:57]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Outnumbered' by Dermot Kennedy  🎵 Summary: The ceiling doesn't hold any answers, but there are cobwebs scattered across the corners with shadows tangled in their threads. The rug against his back is rough and scratchy, threadbare and devoid of colours other than various shades of brown. Harry takes it all in, absorbs the dingy and depressed state of his home. There's a pointed moment of decision, a note about to be played, a silence about to end, and then he rolls to his feet and sets to cleaning.  It's the first constructive thing he's done in years.

📻 [Podfic] Case of You [Et, 11:48:56]

🎵 Song Prompt: Case of You by Joni Mitchell  🎵 Summary: Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down.  Now, Draco has to return to England, where he is forced to confront how family ties bind us—and one infuriatingly fit Harry Potter.

[sitp-recs]

Does Drarry have an yApril fools fic/art🤭🤭

Ohh great ask, anon! I happen to know a couple treats:

A Headmistress' Headache by EvAEleanor (G, 320 words)

Minerva has had enough. Is it too much to ask for the two newest professors to get along?

No Laughing Matter by JulietsEmoPhase (M, 2k)

The Prophet runs an article many misinterpret as an April Fools joke, and Harry is absolutely furious.

Bonus: not an April fools fic per se but I think it fits the theme perfectly!

Never Gonna Give You Up by InnerLilith (E, 5k)

Five times Harry rickrolls Draco and one time Draco gets him back.

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Clue Fest 2022 : (fics only)

@hd-cluefest || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 26 works (art, fic, podfic) The Mods : @evaeleanor, @p1013 & @slytherco Banner © : @babooshkart's a living thing

(Un)Anticipated by @p1013 [E, 8k]   *restricted

Blink and You'll Miss It by shush0_0 [M, 10k]

Cold by @steampunkserpent27 [M, 6k]

Draco Malfoy and the Broken Room by @aprofessionalprotagonist [T, 7k]

The Ever-Changing Room by @cavendishbutterfly [E, 33k]

F*ck! by @orange-peony [E, 28k]

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog [T, 22k]

A Love Like Salt by @purplehotmess [E, 24k]

Memento Mori by @crazybutgood & @fantalfart [M, 24k]

Memory Lost | You Found by @maraudersaffair [E, 29k]

My Best Friend, the Serial Killer by @thusspoketrish [E, 37k]

Operation Dragon's Shenanigans by @nv-md [E, 14k]

Search & Find at Narcissan Blooms by @gryffindorhearts & @the-starryknight [T, 700]

a study in endings by @talkingtravesties [E, 29k]

Swallowing the Sun by @pheaphilus [T, 6k]

There’s a strange love inside (it’s getting louder) by @bluesundaycake [E, 31k]

Twist and Turn (Until We Find Our Way Out) by @assassinsdragons [T, 22k]

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? by @lumosatnight [E, 20k]

winter happens, like a secret by @thewakeless [E, 26k]

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✔ other fests in 2022 ✔ fests in other years ✔ H/D ClueFest : 2021

[drarrelie]

Happy Shady-versary!

Three years ago today, on 30 March 2020, I had the honour to hit the Post button on our very first @sevenshadesofdrarry​ fic. Wrath | I Am Pain, Hear Me Roar!, written by the collab’s initiator Drarrymadhatter, was the perfect opening of our Seven Shades of Sin anthology, and I still get nostalgic goosebumps whenever I hear Believer by Imagine Dragons — the fic’s bombastic (and very fitting) soundtrack.

Three years later, with six anthologies and forty-nine fics on the shelf, the members of this writing group have become some of my closest friends. Merlin, I can’t even begin to imagine what my life would look like without these awesome people in it.

As I’ve told you before, I’ve been stuck in a major writing slump lately — an experience I, unfortunately, seem to be sharing with several of my fellow Shady Ladies atm — and while I wait for my Muse to return, I’ve been exploring another art form to express my Drarry love.

No, traditional art isn’t anything I’ll ever be good enough at to even consider. However, as some of you already know, I do have access to an abundance of plastic bricks and pieces in my home, in all the colours of the rainbow, so I figured I’d try to be creative with them…

The result?

Well, I call it Seven Shapes of Drarry — a tribute to the Seven Shades of Drarry collab. Seven scenes from seven fics written by seven authors as contributions to the collab’s various anthologies through the years.

Each one of these builds is a love letter to the author of the fic that is its inspiration, a dedication to a friend I can’t imagine my life without. Thank you for always being there, through thick and thin, through highs and lows. I love you all so much. 💙

Find the entire series here on AO3

@aedwritesfic​, @bottseveryflavorbeans​, @flickoflostsocks​, @evaeleanor​, @janieohio​, @jessica-doom​ and @ladderofyears​ — can you spot your fics in this lineup?

[andithiel]

Wip snip

Thank you so much for tagging me @thehoneybeet ! It feels almost blasphemous to post what I'm currently working on alongside your gorgeous snip, but I guess this only shows how many different flavours there are in fandom. I'm still on my "Draco got a vibrator stuck in his arse" bullshit, it's going slowly so these are the words almost immediately after this snippet.

“I just have to adjust my grip,” Harry muttered, vaguely noticing how his hand on the small of Malfoy’s back was sweaty. 

Malfoy’s arsehole was clenching and unclenching in a mesmerising rhythm, his suppressed moans coming at shorter intervals. “Please do it quickly, it’s— oh fuck!— it’s stimulating my—”

“Yeah, just… stop moving around.”

“I can’t! I’m so fucking close, I’m— I’m—” Malfoy babbled, shuddering as if he really was coming, and then, just when it looked like he would, a shiver went through him, he exhaled and relaxed. 

Harry stared at him. “What—?”

“It’s the regulation spell. It sends out a signal that prevents me from coming. I told you about it!”

“Yeah, but, I’ve never even heard of these things before, I don’t usually—”

“Can we stop shit chatting about the specifics of my sexual habits and get this fucking thing out? We’re this close!”

Harry bit back a comment about how at least Malfoy was this close, it would probably not be appreciated. 

“Right, sorry,” he mumbled. 

Tagging @crazybutgood @prolix- @mystickitten42 @isamijoo @evaeleanor @phdmama @glittering-git if you want! And if you, yes you who reads this, if you want to share some of your writing, please do, and feel free to tag me, I'd love to see!

[slythindor100]

2022 25 Days of Draco and Harry Recap

Here it is...finally. I still haven't posted all my comments, but they're coming. I want to thank every single one of you for another great holiday season filled with Draco and Harry love. The word count of just the completed fics was just under 370k!! You all rock!! We even had 2 podfics this year and art to go with fic!! It thrills the mods to see all your hard work.

AO3 - gnarf //  @gnarf wrote Silent Nights [32.5k, R] AO3 - oldenuf2nb wrote Waiting for Life to Start [71.3k, NC-17] AO3 - digthewriter // @digthewriter drew and wrote 25 short and sweet memories of falling in love. [2.5k, PG-13] AO3 - romaine wrote 25 Holiday Scenes for Eight Days a Week [16.3k, PG-13] AO3 - panicparade wrote i'll give you the world [23.5k, PG-13] AO3 - orpheous87 //@orpheous87 wrote First Christmas [23.2k, G] AO3 - TheGhostsThatWeKnew (Samunderthelights) //@samunderthelights wrote Searching Our Hearts [36k, PG-13] enchanted_jae wrote 25 stories in the Yuletide Verse [varying lengths and ratings] on live journal only AO3 - maraudersaffair // @maraudersaffair wrote Somewhere in My Memory [29.1k, NC-17] AO3 - quackquackcey (OutstandingMoralFiber) // @quackquackcey wrote Faerie Felicities [79.7k, NC-17] AO3 - beyondtheclose (BeforeEternity) // @beyondtheclose wrote Everything, Slightly to the Left [22.7k, R] AO3 - zeddmarker // @luxuriousmalfoy wrote If You'd Told Me Then [14.8k, PG-13] AO3Burning_Up_A_Sun wrote Irresistible [17.6k, R] PODFICS AO3 - lastontheboat // @lastontheboat read Changing with the season by harryromper Podfic can be found here [total length: 3:52:37, PG-13] acari, almost_april, Ang3_N, CelilasPodfics (LLAP115), dagnydecided, EvAEleanor, Flamelikefire, jc647, lastontheboat, LauDH8, MaesterChill, Melcarrianna, millennialgrandma, PhenomenalAsterisk, Podfic by (Thunder_of_Dragons), read by (bluedreaming), Rhyebony, roseszain, SassySaori, somberraven, sweaters_in_the_summer, TheseLittleWonders, and wianwriting read All I Want For Christmas (Is For You To Stop Talking) written by Femme (femmequixotic) and noeon Podfic can be found here [total length: approx. 17hrs, NC-17] There are a few more stories that have been started, but they have not been updated in a while, so I hate to list them. You can always go to the 2022 25 Days of Draco and Harry Collection and find them. Thank you to everyone who participated in 2022 – whether you wrote, read, commented, cheered or just sat back and quietly enjoyed. We couldn't do this without you! We hope to see everyone back for the 2023 round and bring your friends!! The more the merrier. Your 25 Days of Draco and Harry mods sassy_cissa and timothysboxers

[caroll-in]

W 2022 roku na moim blogu pojawiło się 1166 postów

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so so so excited to show you the commission I did for lovely @evaeleanor - an illustration for her fic "Every Touch Leaves a Mark" - a super fun drarry story which vibe I hopefully managed to convey in my pic 😁😁 One of my favs from last year and a huge FIC REC!! 💖💖💖

This commission was a special one too, as Eva let me go wild and choose the chapter and scene to work with myself and lemme tell you, I had the time of my life getting wild here 🤭🤩

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Drarry pirate!AU for @onbeinganangel who was the first one to find the Easter Egg I mentioned here AND who also left me with a decision of what to draw for her - hope you will like it, Mari!! 🎉💖 It ended up being pretty self indulgent too, ngl 😳

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[drarryshorts]

“Hey.” Harry put his hand on Draco’s shoulder.

REQUIEM by @evaeleanor (T, 1.8k) - Requiem — A song of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person.

This beautiful, poignant heartbreaker will stay in your heart and mind as long as you allow it.

[faevorite-main-blog]

In his unconscious state, Malfoy almost looks like a corpse, at least from where Harry is standing several feet away in the dark. He’s still weightless, floating just above the mattress of a bed and secured to the frame with delicate silver chains reaching over his chest, hips, and shins. Harry wants to come closer, wants to make sure the man is still alive, but he doesn’t. It takes a while before he realizes the urge isn’t brought on by curiosity but concern.

Commissioned by the lovely @eva-eleanore re for @drarrelie

You can read the story HERE!!!

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These two are such amazing humans and deserve all your love so please go give them some!!! Seriously so blessed to be able to meet such kind wonderful people.

[thusspoketrish]

I've a Room Here.

CW: some violence, angst, secrets

written for the prompt KING over @drarrymicrofic

word count: 1965

I’ve a room here.

I’ve a room here.

I’ve a room here.

When Harry comes to slowly, he realises that he is bound to a chair in the middle of the room.

A quick assessment of the space shows that he’s alone. His wand is gone from the nightstand next to the messy, majestic four-poster bed. There’s a fire now crackling in the hearth directly facing the bed, the littering of clothes he had so eagerly pulled off still scattered across the floor. He tries to turn his head, but a throbbing sensation from his left temple causes his vision to temporarily blur, a moan escaping him as he sucks in a breath to curb the sudden roll of nausea that hits him. A slick slide of blood runs from what is probably a gash there, down his neck, and across his bare chest. The candelabra that was no doubt used to knock him out rests at his bare feet.

He notices then that he is still completely naked.

The door opens and in walks Draco. He's dressed in all black, hair perfectly coiffed as if Harry’s hands had not run through it earlier. He pauses, hand still on the doorknob. His shoulders hunch forward, lips press into a thin line, and eyes drain of emotion as they fix upon Harry.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?” Draco asks this as if he’s gently chastising a child. He turns to shut the door, facing away from Harry. Something slips by his mask because Draco shudders and rests his head against the door for a few beats. “I trusted you,” Draco’s small, broken voice hitches.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, his throat tightening around the words. “Draco, please. Look at me.”

KEEP READING BELOW.

“Death comes for all of us, Harry,” Draco says, slowly turning around, wand now in hand. “Even for kings.”

“You would kill me, Draco? After everything? Would it be that easy for you?”

Draco trembles, the mask of indifference slipping from his face as his eyes become bright. “I allowed you to compromise me. I gave up—you weren’t meant to mean anything.” Draco seems to catch himself. He firms his jaw, fights to smooth away the sudden look of terror on his face. “You have to accept this. Only one of us will leave this hotel room tonight, Harry.” Draco steps closer.

Harry begins to strain against his invisible binds, opening and closing his right palm as he tries to wandlessly and wordlessly summon his wand. Draco stops in his tracks, his gaze catching on Harry’s hand, a strange look crossing his face.

“It’s gone. Snapped,” Draco says quietly.

Those words hit Harry like a Bludger to the chest. A crushing fear mixed with anger and shock suffuses Harry then. He draws in several lungfuls of air, feeling as if he’s drowning. “How-how could-Draco. D-d-don’t – d-d-don’t do this, D-Draco,” he stutters out, convulsing in the chair as Draco continues towards him, his wand raised. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t going to—”

Draco lunges towards him, venomous anger rippling off him in waves, his teeth gritting together as he hisses in Harry’s face. “I have you strapped to a chair, about to end your fucking life, and you still think it’s necessary to lie to my fucking face?” Draco spits, “I deciphered your kill sheet! You just thought, well, now’s the time to fuck Malfoy before I do away with him—”

“No,” Harry whispers. “No. I was going to…” he trails off. Because what had he thought would happen? He knew, logically, that he had to follow The Society’s order and kill the mole in their organisation. So he did. That mole then led Harry to Draco, a top informant for The Society’s rival agency. When the kill sheet came in with Draco’s name on it, he knew it was his own intel that brought about the decision. As a vital player, killing Draco would destabilise the agency enough for Harry to begin picking off the rest of their hitmen and informants without breaking a sweat. Harry had slowly infiltrated Draco’s life for months, positioning himself as a friend. Someone to be trusted. Someone to fall in love with.

But he had taken Draco’s cleverness for granted.

He had taken both of their hearts for granted.

He had fucked up. He had fallen in love with Draco and let his guard down. It was his own fault that this is happening.

I’ve a room here.

Harry shakes his head wildly, his thighs trembling as he strains against the binds there, leaning as far sideways as possible in the chair, crushing his eyelids closed as if it will erase the hatred burning in Draco’s eyes.

“Don’t cry now, Potter,” Draco drawls coldly. Harry’s eyes snap open, once again blurred around the edges, but this time from tears he had not known were there. “It’ll be like what you once told me—quicker and easier than falling asleep.”

The fight leaves Harry’s body. He collapses against the back of the seat finally as Draco lifts his wand. “I did love you…I still do...I wish…I wish I had told you sooner. I wish. I wish I could’ve gotten you out, gotten us both out…”

“You don’t mean it,” Draco growls, his hand tightening around the handle of his wand, still posed and ready to strike. Harry bows his head. “You’re trying to fuck with my head, Potter. I won’t let you do this to me.” Again, goes unsaid.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says once more, an ache in his chest as he takes in Draco’s face, the undiluted rage etched like hard lines in marble. “I didn’t want you to mean anything, either. I didn’t want to look at you and feel like I had found home, Draco, but I did and I’m so sorry I’ve brought us to this point. You chose me, Draco, and I-I was too late in choosing you back and now we’re both at an end here. But I’m happy to leave this earth knowing that you were not only the first, but the last person I’ll ever love.”

The span of a few breaths passes.

And Draco screams.

He screams, and screams, and screams, into Harry’s face. It’s a tortured sound, dredged from the core of him. He screams until Harry can hear his throat dry up, can see the tendons in his neck contract, his lips crack from the strength of it, his skin turn hot and red. Harry can feel it, in his chest, the sensation of it slowly slicing into him like an entire length of a poisoned knife. The pain is agonising but not nearly as unbearable as looking at Draco in this very moment.

Harry closes his eyes against it. Wishes he could cover his ears against the horrific sound. Wishes Draco had never fallen in love with him if it would have spared him this earth-shattering grief.

The scream dries up, plunging them both into silence, the fire crackling in the hearth the only discernible sound.

A loud snap breaks the quiet of the room. The tight binds that were numbing Harry’s entire body suddenly vanish. His eyes fly open.

Draco is now near the fireplace, quivering like a leaf as he tosses his snapped wand into the fire, his eyes wide with fear as he lowers his hands, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“They would’ve activated the Trace on it,” Draco says before falling silent.

They stare at one another, both breathing heavily.

It would be so simple for Harry to snatch the candelabra at his feet and swing it at Draco’s head. Or lunge at the shaking man in order to wrap his hands around his long, thin pale neck. Or push him to the ground and into the fire.

It would be so much simpler than what he decides to do instead.

He stands from the chair that was once his prison, crosses the room, wraps one hand around the back of Draco’s head and yanks him forward.

It’s punishing, when they come together. Harry’s lips slot against Draco’s full quivering ones, finding them hot and wet and perfectly made for him. He bites Draco’s bottom lip, breaking the already cracked skin there, tasting the sharp tang of copper as his tongue slips into his already opening mouth, deepening the kiss. A needy moan escapes the back of Draco’s throat that sends wild tremors along the nerve-endings in Harry’s entire body.

Harry finally chooses Draco back.

---------------

Harry freezes as he enters the bar for a nightcap.

He had recently set up refuge here at the Mandarin Oriental while in London, fresh off his mission in Munich. It was his downtime. No one knew he was here, not even The Society.

But there sat at the bar is Draco, elbow propped up, hand clenched in his hair as he stares down into his tumbler of amber liquid. The gold lighting of the bar plays off his sharp features beautifully and turns his white-blond hair into a glowing, golden halo. Harry can tell that Draco’s cheeks are slightly flushed, from the drink as well as the clear agitated stress lining his shoulders.

Draco’s name printed on a small postcard with a drawing of the scenery from Waterloo Bridge blazes through his mind. The message was in the lines of Parliament. But it wasn’t meant to happen today. It definitely wasn’t supposed to happen here.

Harry approaches slowly.

Draco startles when Harry subtly presses his shoulder against his. Draco’s forlorn expression shifts to one of pure shock before settling into a warm, if not teary, smile. “Harry! Mer-Christ—what are you doing here?” Draco slightly slurs.

Harry flashes him a grin. He knows it probably doesn’t meet his eyes, but Draco doesn’t seem to notice, his own eyes are too bright, his movement slower than usual. Harry wonders how much he’s consumed already.

“Me? Oh, well…” Harry starts, sliding onto the stool next to Draco. “That’s hardly important. What are you doing here?” Harry lifts a finger into the air, drawing the attention of the bartender. He taps the rim of Draco’s glass twice. The bartender nods, grabbing the 25-year-old Macallan from off the shelf as well as a clean, empty glass. He pours two generous fingers and sets it before Harry, then refills Draco’s before walking away. Draco hastily brings the glass to his lips, his hand trembling. He tosses half of the contents back. It is so out of character that Harry flinches before quickly recovering.

“I was sacked today,” Draco says miserably.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. He knows that Draco’s a paper-pusher in Games and Sports, a good cover for his real job. To be sacked at his cover-up wouldn’t be the end of the world, but a punishable fuck-up, regardless. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Er…what happened?”

Draco’s staring into his glass. “A task came up that I simply refused to complete.”

Harry’s eyebrows knit together. “Why didn’t you?”

Draco exhales as if he’s been holding his breath. “Completing it would, well…simply put, it would’ve killed me,” Draco says with a laugh. “I’m fucked anyway. Thought I’d have a few last drinks,” Draco says, knocking back the rest of his Macallan. He sets the glass down and stares at Harry under lowered, long, pale lashes, tipped gold from the lighting. “It’s all worth it, though, if I get to see your face one last time.”

Heat flares through Harry from the look. He sips his own drink before promptly placing it back on the bar, along with a fifty-pound note. The words are out of his mouth before he can even think up all the very real reasons this is a bad idea.

“I’ve a room here.”

[drarry-to-read]

Title: Poland | A faint glow of hope

Author: EvAEleanor

Summary: On Draco’s 25th birthday, somebody attempts to curse him, but Harry Potter jumps between them and is hit instead, with unexpected consequences. Potter is running out of time, and they both embark on a race against time to find the only cure that could save Harry. Little do they know they will need to face a myriad of magical creatures and their own feelings on the way.

Length: 6,123 words

Rating: Mature

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[thunder-of-dragons]

Title: Blood on My Shirt, Heart in My Hand Author: @evaeleanor Rating: Mature @gameofdrarry Trope: POV Second Person Word Count: 1,855 Tags: blood, knives, guns, hate sex, implied sexual content, restraints, minor character death, Hitman Draco Malfoy, Secret Auror Harry Potter, POV second person, Harry Potter’s POV

Summary:   It was supposed to be a quick job, important, but nothing out of the ordinary. But then there's Malfoy.

Excerpts:

The stairs. Of course, the idiot would use the stairs. It’s so cliché. Almost every Muggle action movie has one of those scenes in it.

Yes, you’re impulsive, and yes, sometimes your plans aren’t completely thought through, but you leave no traces. Nothing. Nobody.

Rec Notes: It’s no surprise that @evaeleanor​ eventually wrote a fic that reads like an action film considering her preference for them, and of course, Draco and Harry have to be rivals with even higher stakes in the plot.

So, despite my great distaste for fics written in second person POV (anxiety and depression are a few odd beasts that seem to get worse for me when reading second person POV), I actually couldn’t put this fic down once I started reading it. It seems like the natural POV here as Harry tracks down a target and ends up becoming the target himself.

Harry follows his more classical characterization here - joining the Aurors, taking down the enemies of the Ministry, doing whatever it takes to keep the Light side on the victor’s side of history. Draco, however, is a delightful yet suspenseful surprise. Draco has an enchanting expertise in Muggle weaponry, and he certainly uses it to his advantage to get Harry exactly where he wants him.

Oddly enough, Harry doesn’t seem to mind this as much as he should.

Read the fic on ao3 HERE

Experience the thrill of the chase.

[ Photo by Reza Hasannia on Unsplash ]

[sitp-recs]

wed, bed, behead: Bill, Charlie, Ginny

Love me some Weasleys! 🔥

Wed Bill, bed Charlie, behead Ginny. Sorry Gin!

[crazybutgood]

Hi. VII and IX perhaps? 💜

Hello @evaeleanor! Thank you for the ask ❤️

VII - caffeine - tea or coffee?

Tea! Lots and lots of tea

IX - edition - perfect condition hardbacks or dog-eared paperbacks with broken spines?

Ahhh okok I love well-worn fragile books (I wouldn't dog-ear them tho hdjdj), but also the feeling of cracking open a perfect condition hardback carefully is just 💯 They both are precious things that need to be handled with care in their own ways

dark academia asks

[andithiel]

2022 in fic

Thank you so much for the tag @mystickitten42 (you can read her answers here (which may or may not made me want to read all of them)) to post a line from each fic that I posted last year. Sadly, I didn't post as much as I would've liked. I've struggled with a major writer's block, as well as having a lot of things happening in real life. But I tried to remember my fandom wishes that I posted a year ago, and one of them was to be kind to myself, which I got to practice a lot.

Sweet Desire (Scorbus, 5,8k, Explicit. I tried to capture that feeling of new teenage love and trying out new things together)

Yes, yes, cheating by posting several lines as well as a break between them, but 1: I've only posted a few things this year so I think I can gush a bit about this one, and 2: this was the part that made me really want to finish writing this and posting it.

Here’s the thing about me: I’m not good-looking. Nor am I sexy. People assume that I am, I’ve seen the disappointment on their faces enough times to know that. It’s probably because I look so much like Dad, who is super famous, and good looks should come with that, right? [---] But here’s the thing about Scorpius: the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, it’s—it makes me feel sexy. Desirable, even.

(I'll cheat some more and include this line from Scorpius which I had so much fun crafting because i HC him as being very rambly and very into things, even in the middle of sex:)

Scorpius clambers to sit up again, eyes bright and twinkling. “Oh, good! I’ve been looking up techniques and different ways to do it, which, I’m sorry to say, hasn’t been easy. I mean these things aren’t really in any of our library books, which I honestly think is a shame because there should be at least something about having safe sex, but Alexis Fluke lent me a—well, to be honest, it was a rather graphic book, and it had—”

Sinking/Floating (Drarry, just shy of 1k, Teen and Up, sad Harry coping with the aftermaths of the war, inspired by this gorgeous art by @bluebutter-art)

My favourite line is really the last one but shhhh this is also a fave:

And it’s not perfect, not always: you still both have your scars and your trauma, and sometimes you still fight, screaming at the top of your lungs when the pressure is just too much. But however broken you and him are, somehow the ragged edges of the two of you fit together into something whole, something better.

Third Time's the Charm (Drarry, 693 words, Teen and Up. Cinderella AU I wrote for Drarropoly)

“If you don’t tell my mother about how I refused to dance even a single dance with anyone else at the festival, I won’t tell her about your disposition for adventure.”

I also did a few prompts for flufftober, but they're really too short to be able to choose a single line from, so I'll break the rules and choose my favourite drabble, which is the microfic for the prompt Truth or Dare:

“What’s the last lie you told?” Draco looks into guarded green eyes, helpless.  “No,” he finally grinds out. Playing Truth or Dare with Veritaserum was a stupid idea to agree to. “What?” Granger says, but Harry’s already in front of him, so close their lips are touching. “I knew it.”

I've been in and out of tumblr for the last months or so, and I have no idea who's done this (and also, is it maybe a bit late?), but on the off chance that someone wants to do this, I'll go ahead and tag @sassy-sassy3 @drarryruinedme7 @crazybutgood @julcheninred @evaeleanor @fictional @mags0607 @rei382