#half sozzled

[thecouchsofa]

A shortlist of some of my favourite fics from Wireless Fest 2024, while they're still anonymous. Go read these (and the rest) here!

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💿How to Begin – Anonymous (8k, E) 💿

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?

Read for: Flatmates, Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining

🎵Seasons – Anonymous (9k, E) 🎵 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.

Read for: Snapshots over time, Older Drarry, Slice of Life

🎷The most he’s ever said – Anonymous (16k, E) 🎷 It takes them twenty years.

Read for: Down and Out to Redeemed and Competent Draco, Draco-centric, the Situationship of a Lifetime

Warning: Infidelity, but not between Drarry

🎧Closing Time – Anonymous (18k, E) 🎧 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…

Read for: Bristol, Stag Do, Draco & Neville Friendship

📻Heartbeat – Anonymous (22k, E) 📻 Harry hates Draco. Draco hates Harry. 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.

Read for: Angst, Toxic Relationship, ‘Nobody else compares’ vibe

Warning: Massive amounts of infidelity, but mostly not between Drarry. There’s a scene that I interpreted as Harry emotionally cheating on Draco, although their relationship hadn’t been defined as exclusive.

🎼Antelucan Ruins – Anonymous (29k, E) 🎼 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."

Read for: BAMF Draco, Ghost Harry, a surprisingly hopeful tone considering one of them is fully dead

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Disclaimer: I have not read two of the longer fics, so they will not appear here

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is out at a bar with his sister, trying to work up the courage to go introduce himself to the cute guy at a table near them. Death is trying to encourage him, and before she momentarily leaves to use the restroom she promises to help him plan how to chat the guy up.

Except that Dream’s drinks were a little more alcoholic than either of them realized, and while she’s gone it hits him all at once. Suddenly he has all the courage he needs to not only walk over to the guy’s table, but also immediately slide into his lap without so much as a hello.

Death returns and immediately apologizes for her brother to Hob Gadling, who thankfully only looks bemused for the most part at the sudden cute drunk stranger in his lap currently nuzzling his ear.

She tries to pull Dream away, as clearly he’s done for the night, but he refuses to let go. He’s got both arms around Hob’s neck, and he is adamantly clinging on, glaring at his sister for even trying to tug an arm loose. Even when Hob tries to help her by standing up, thus depriving Dream of his lap, Dream simply hooks his legs around Hob’s waist in the process, looking incredibly smug at outmaneuvering them.

Ultimately it’s decided that Hob will come along to Dream’s apartment with the siblings, in the hopes that they can detach Dream somehow on the way there, or at least see if putting him to bed will finally encourage him to release Hob. No such luck though, as when they lay him down in bed Dream executes an impressive twist that pulls Hob into bed with him and allows Dream to roll on top of him in the same move, all without releasing him.

“It looks like I’ll be spending the night here, if you want to stay and keep an eye on us I understand, I promise though that I won’t take advantage of him like this,” Hob says apologetically.

“At this point I’m more worried that he’ll be the one trying to take advantage of you,” Death replies, only half-joking.

(On the way there Dream had been whispering a great deal in Hob’s ear, though thankfully she hadn’t managed to catch any of it herself, as presumably it was something dirty judging by Hob’s blushes)

Thankfully Dream is quickly asleep before any advantage-taking occurs, though Death decides to stay the night anyway. She’ll be able to help keep her brother from freaking out over waking next to a complete stranger if he doesn’t remember what happened, and maybe also keep him from smothering himself with his own pillow out of embarrassment afterwards. However, if all goes well after that, she might be planning to make a discreet exit to allow the two to perhaps put into practice whatever Dream was saying last night that caused Hob’s blushes. After all, she had promised her brother a wingwoman 😉

-🪽anon

Drunk Dream!!!! I love him so much, he's totally precious. Hob is very lucky man to get all that in his lap!

Even completely sozzled, Dream is certainly a storyteller. Hob can feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck as Dream whispers to him. All kinds of things: about the hair on Hob’s arms, and how sexy his hands are, and how Dream wants to kiss his plush lips and cum all over Hob’s face. He doesn't hold back, and instead of weird or creepy or embarrassing, it's totally the hottest thing that's ever happened to Hob. He's being a good guy these days, though, so no fulfilling all of those fantasises until Dream can walk in a straight line again.

(Hob does indulge in a fantasy of later - some day where he's allowed to keep Dream for himself, forever. One where Dream gets just as delightfully drunk, and where Hob is allowed to ravish him just as he is. Red faced, glassy eyed and tasting of potent red wine. Its a guilty fantasy, but Hob can't help himself. He muffles his moans with his hand over his mouth as he jerks himself off. Dream is right there, snoring and oblivious. Even if Hob can never have him, at least he'll have this....)

In the morning, Dream is utterly mortified, but the embarrassment fades slightly. He knows that nobody took advantage of him, but he can smell the faint whiff of cum nonetheless. So, Hob can't think that he's completely repulsive, if he managed to jerk off... Death is rolling her eyes and wondering if she can survive a jump from the window btw. She's starting to think that these two deserve each other.

They really, really do. And when Death has excused herself, they fuck the remnants of Dream’s hangover away. Naturally they're both made for each other.

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #3

The third week of posting has come to an end! Enjoy catching up with this week's selection of wonderful works. 

There's a work for everyone in this fest (and if you haven't found what you're looking for yet, we're not done with posting).

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

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

Please enjoy this week’s entries below the cut:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 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.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 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?

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] Case of You [E, 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.

[daisymakesstuff]

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Description: Nat tucks the detective's drunk ass into bed because I was devastated when she didn't. Set in Book 3 Chapter Eleven. The purple text is direct quotation to set the scene.

Fandom: Detective x Nat (first person, vague enough I think it works for all genders)

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"You waited up for me?" I slur, happiness surging through me and mixing with the alcohol currently fuelling my veins. My balance stumbles as I tip further against her.. 

Her arms wrap around me to catch me and keep me balanced. She examines me with a brow arched. "I see that you're drunk."

I tap the tip of her nose with my finger and ease my smile into a grin. "What gave you that impression?"

"Hm, I wonder," she replies through a short chuckle. "Let's get you to bed."

I sink a little deeper against her embrace, blinking with wide eyes. "You mean like…you're coming with me?"

“Not like that, ya rouhi,” she hums. "Though I can't say I wouldn't be more receptive to that invitation should you ask me when sober."

Her arm wraps around my middle, hauling me back up onto my feet as she guides me toward the stairs. I manage to lift my foot onto the first step, leaning heavily into her side. 

“How much water have you had, ya rouhi?” Nat asks, amusement making her voice light. I eagerly hold up two fingers. 

“I had two glasses, ‘cause I’m sensible,” I slur. Nat makes a noise of agreement, though her lips roll together like she’s holding back a smile. Somehow, I’ve made it up another three steps. 

“And did you eat anything?” she asks. I puff air into my cheeks. 

“No…” I admit. 

“Then I suppose it is a good thing I brought something up for you.” Nat gives a gentle sigh of disapproval as she eases me up the last few stairs. She effortlessly opens the door to my bedroom with her free arm, making sure I am relatively balanced before she lets me go so I can wobble inside. 

Nat puts her hands on my arms to gently guide my sozzled body into my desk chair. My vision eventually focuses enough for me to register the plate of artfully-arranged crackers, cheeses, meats, and fresh fruit on the desk. A large glass of water sits beside it. 

“You made me a charchoochie board!” I gasp with delight. I’m not fast enough to see if the expression Nat hides behind her hand is a grimace or barely-contained laughter. 

When I next look up from gleefully inhaling my snacks, Nat stands beside me with a set of my pajamas in one hand. She flashes me a knee weakening smile, and slowly, very slowly, reaches out with her thumb to brush away the cracker crumbs on my lips. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Nat says it sweetly, but the gleam in her eyes suggests she knows exactly the kind of heat that rushes through me at the words. When she kneels down in front of me my throat goes dry. 

Trying to resist her when there's no alcohol in my body is hard enough, but this is impossible. I bend forwards, my eyes fluttering shut as I go in for a kiss. They snap back open when I find my lips pressed to something that doesn't feel like lips at all.

Nat has placed one of her hands between us, my mouth now smooshed up against her fingers while she hunches over, her free hand taking my shoes off. Disappointment wells in me, but it is pretty nice to get to wiggle my toes once they’re free from their confines. 

I wait until I have the attention of her warm brown eyes again before I pull my shirt off. The fumbling action is nowhere near as a sexy as I had hoped. Eventually, she wrangles me into my pajamas. 

“You should drink some more water before you go to bed,” Nat encourages. She looks at me with such affection that I chug half the glass just to make her happy before I flop into bed. Nat takes the time to ensure I actually get under the covers (not just on top of them) before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my temple. 

“Get some sleep, ya rouhi.”

[crownmemes]

Quirke Sentences

(Sentences from Quirke (2013-2014). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What are you doing down here, among the dead men?"

"You must think of the family! Think of your father's reputation!"

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"You've no place here."

"Stay out of it. It's nothing to do with you."

"Oh, come on now! Have a drink with me for once!"

"I'm not the one going round and poking my nose into places where it's liable to get cut off."

"If you're not prepared to go to the police and tell the truth, then I will!"

"So, what's this delicate matter you need to discuss? You're not in trouble, are you?"

"I've been to a party. I'm a bit drunk."

"Well, well, if it isn't the bad penny."

"I hear you've been interfering with my work."

"What did you think you were doing? You could have got us killed!"

"You can't even look after yourself, can you?"

"What a mess we've made of our lives."

"When are you going to grow up and start behaving like a man?"

"Couldn't you see I was in love with you?"

"I can't find my dress shoes! What have you done with them?"

"I think what you need is a good holiday."

"You know where I am if you ever need to talk to me about anything."

"If I followed proper procedure in every case, I'd never get anything done."

"I don't believe that you've ever been a very good girl."

"Will you do it for me? I never ask you for anything, do I?"

"Any family would fall apart if they couldn't agree to differ."

"I know you went to the police about me. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"You're half sozzled! Look at you - I can tell!"

"It was nice while it lasted, but it's over."

"You're very dear to me, you know?"

"Are you meddling again?"

"She's family and I have to love her, of course, but how can I? She's never let me."

"Please don't hate me..."

"Why do you think I would need your forgiveness?"

"Isn't there anyone you want to stay sober for?"

"You know, there comes a time when you have to stop trying to be the good daughter, or the good little girl, or whoever it is you're trying to be."

"All men are heroes to their sons."

"People are starting to worry about you, you know that?"

"I always loved you more than anyone else. Why do you think that is?"

[avida-heidia-5]

{ My Archive Of Our Own Fanfic List }

For anyone who wants to read (and listen to) my fanfics, they are all here! Just so you don’t have to keep going backwards and forwards trying to find them all individually.

Keep an eye out for any updates!

❤︎₊ ⊹ Pairings I Support (F1 Edition): ⋆˙⟡♡

{Key:}

/ = Ship

& = Friendship

💙💥💙 Martian/Sebmark < Sebastian Vettel /& Mark Webber

💙🔥❄️❤️ Simi < Sebastian Vettel /& Kimi Räikkönen

❤️🍬❤️ Sebchal < Charles Leclerc /& Sebastian Vettel

💙🃏💛 Sebson < Sebastian Vettel /& Jenson Button

💙🏎️🔧💙 Socky < Sebastian Vettel /& Guillaume “Rocky” Rocquelin

❤️🌶️🧸🧡 Carlando < Carlos Sainz Jr. / Lando Norris

❤️🍬🌶️❤️ Charlos < Charles Leclerc / Carlos Sainz Jr.

🧡🃏🧸🧡 Dando < Daniel Ricciardo & Lando Norris

❤️💥🧡 Carcar < Carlos Sainz Jr. & Oscar Piastri

💛🃏💙 Butter < Jenson Button /& Mark Webber

💙🐱🦊❤️ Vettonso < Sebastian Vettel / Fernando Alonso

💙🐺🦊🩵 Webbonso < Mark Webber / Fernando Alonso

🩵🤝🩵 Fisinando < Giancarlo Fisichella /& Fernando Alonso

💚🐣🤍 Smick < Sebastian Vettel & Mick Schumacher

🤍🤝🤍 Haasbands < Kevin Magnussen & Nico Hülkenberg

💖💍💖 Prattel < Sebastian Vettel / Hanna Prater

💙💍❄️💙 Virtönen < Kimi Räikkönen / Minttu Virtanen

🩵⛳️🩵 Alex Albon / Lily Muni He

🤍🚲🤍 Valtteri Bottas / Tiffany Cromwell

❤︎₊ ⊹ Other Pairings I Support: ⋆˙⟡♡

🎾 Fedal (Roger Federer / Rafael Nadal) - Tennis

🏴‍☠️ Blackbonnet (Blackbeard aka Edward Teach / Stede Bonnet) - Our Flag Means Death

✨ Freylin (Freya / Merlin) - BBC's Merlin

✨ Gwerthur (Arthur / Gwen/Guinevere) - BBC's Merlin

✨ Merthur (Merlin /& Arthur) - BBC's Merlin

🧚🏻 Zelink (Link /& Zelda) - The Legend of Zelda video game series

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🏎️💨 Sports: 🏁

Formula 1:

• Miracles Happen at the Right Place at the Right Time

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Lando Norris

Friendship

One moment, he saw a rain sodden track. The next moment, he saw only stars.

This fic is a re-imagining of the devastating crash during the horrific 2021 Belgian Qualifying. Sebastian Vettel acts as the hero in this story as he takes care of little Lando Norris after the crash.

⚠️ Strong language in the first half of the story.

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• As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

Multi-Chapter [1/2] (Ch. 2 pending) | Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel, Hanna Prater & Minttu Virtanen

Ship (Simi, Prattel - Seb/Hanna Prater, Virtönen - Kimi R/Minttu Virtanen)

Never bring vodka to Kimi Räikkönen's table. This is a very simple rule the FIA should've considered before hosting the 2018 Prize Giving Gala. Now Sebastian Vettel has to deal with one extremely sozzled Finn, in more ways than one.

⚠️ Mild swearing, plus some vulgar language in Finnish. Alcohol centric!

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• My Soul Begs For Your Return

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

Oneshot | Charles Leclerc, Jules Bianchi

Friendship

Charles Leclerc wakes up to a sound in his apartment. When he goes to investigate, he is shocked to discover an old friend who he hadn’t seen since he’d been involved in a horrific accident many years ago.

⚠️ Crash mention.

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• For The Sake Of Nature

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Multi-Chapter [1/9] (Ch. 2 pending) | Mark Webber, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Martian)

Mark gets dragged into going on a 5-day forest expedition in Germany with Sebastian Vettel of all people. What could possibly go wrong?

⚠️ Some strong language and scenes of a sexual nature. (18+!!!)

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• A Toast For A Lovely Old Goat

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton

Ship (Sewis)

A simple Instagram Story isn't enough to satisfy him. Nor is sending his best friend a text to congratulate him on his efforts satisfactory.

All he needs to do is go and congratulate him in person. Then he'll be a happy little bunny.

Sewis. Set during the 2024 British GP.

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• In Another World With My Eyes Closed

[F1 Big Bang 2024]

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Sebchal)

Charles Leclerc is haunted by a demon in his dreams every single night, so Sebastian Vettel comes up with a plan to help get rid of them. He invents a pair of electronic headsets; one for Charles and one for himself. These headsets allow the German to enter Charles’ dreams so he could interact with him and everything around him whenever the little Monegasque would fall into a deep sleep.

Together, they travel through Charles’ dreams and nightmares to find the nightmare demon and defeat it once and for all.

⚠️ Some strong language, mentions of blood and injury details, disturbing imagery, and one scene involving drug abuse.

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• A Silent Ocean [Podfic]

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Oneshot | Oscar Piastri, Zhou Guanyu

Ship (Piastri/Zhou, Zhottas)

Oscar Piastri, amateur space enthusiast, gets ahold of a Chinese astronaut.

Podfic adaptation of Jak_the_ATAT’s fanfic of the same name, which can be found here.

⚠️ Death mention and discussions of family abandonment

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• Dear Kimi

[25 Days Of Simi 2024]

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

Kimi is away with his mates in Finland for Christmas and Sebastian is stuck in his cottage in Switzerland, alone and cold and miserable. He aches to be in his boyfriend’s warm embrace again, so he sends him loads of cards and a gift as a reminder of how much he loves and misses him.

These are the cards they sent to each other.

⚠️ Alcohol mention

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• Put All Your Troubles In A Suitcase

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Mark Webber, David Coulthard

Ship (Coulthard/Webber)

Mark finally confesses his true feelings for David to him after bottling it all up for so many years.

⚠️ Brief alcohol mention

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• What Christmas Means To A Wolf

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

[F1 Fic Secret Santa 2024]

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Ship (Simi)

Kimi has never experienced what Christmas is like to humans. He’s never heard of such a thing in his life. On cold, dark winters like this one, he would often join the pack and go hunting together. So Sebastian makes it his mission to show Kimi what celebrating Christmas is truly like from a human’s perspective.

(⬆️ Accidentally labelled as Anonymous!)

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• Fine Fettle Vettel

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link

Oneshot | Sebastian Vettel, Guillaume “Rocky” Rocquelin, Mark Webber

Ship (Socky - Seb/Rocky, Martian)

Sebastian has a habit of turning up late and telling fibs, so Rocky sets a challenge for him: He wants him to be on time and to be honest about everything he does. The reward? A fresh supply of delicious brownies.

This becomes a challenge for Sebastian as he loves chocolate and it sends him over the edge.

⚠️ Eating disorder (of sorts), weight loss, and mild swearing in English, German and French

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📺 TV Shows: 🤔

BBC’s Merlin:

• Deep Tenebrosity

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

One-Shot | Merlin & Arthur – Ship (Merthur)

This is my interpretation of the final battle between King Arthur and Mordred.

⚠️ WARNING: Graphic depictions of gore, injuries and death. DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FEEL SQUEAMISH!

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[prongsfootandco]

The Calm Before the Storm

Day 24 of @prongsfoot-microfic

On AO3

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The sun set nearly an hour ago, but to James, it could have been minutes or seconds or even half a day. The days blend now, stuck in a safe house; a sitting duck, a decoy. The Longbottoms are under their own Fidelius Charm, hidden away just like James and Lily, but unbeknownst to anyone beyond the two “couples” and Dumbledore… It’s baby Neville who the old wizard believes to be “the chosen one”, and that’s the information that the elusive spy in the Order does not have access to. 

Unless of course, the spy is Lily, Frank or Alice. 

But that’s a risk they’re taking. 

James just wishes that he could be at his own flat with his boyfriend, instead of acting like the perfectly “normal” family the world thinks they are- mother, father, son. Harry’s not even his child. It’s an act Lily, Marlene, him and Sirius have been perfecting since sixth year. Not even Peter and Remus know the truth. 

Being a werewolf is one thing in the wizarding world… but apparently being gay is worse.

So James is trapped. Looking after Lily and Marlene’s son isn’t bad, in fact, he reckons once the war is over he might suggest to Sirius that they could have a child of their own one day. The problem is James is bored. Being stuck inside doesn’t suit him. He needs to be free, flying, running, laughing with Sirius by his side. Instead, he sits on the sofa, with baby Harry on his lap, reading books, magazines, the backs of shampoo bottles. 

Everything is calm. 

Too calm. 

Tonight, of all nights, James should be out having fun! It’s Marauder’s tradition to get absolutely sozzled on Halloween. They go out trick-or-treating, eat far too many sweets and then get as drunk as their livers will allow them. Halloween is the night when they reminisce about school and the grand banquets and the nights out under the full moon. 

But not this year. This year James is re-reading his quidditch annual and sipping endless cups of tea. Lily’s been busying herself with chores, occasionally griping at James to help out, which he does just to pass the time more than anything else. It’s odd, usually he loves housework as a form of distraction but this just isn’t his home. 

“I’m going to put Harry to bed!” Lily calls from the kitchen, and then her freckled face appears in the doorway. “Did you want to watch TV after?”

James shrugs. The one thing he wants, he can’t have. 

Sirius. 

So they might as well watch the television. Nothing more interesting is going to happen tonight. Why not get sucked into the soaps that Lily loves so much?

“Sure. I’ll be up in a minute to say goodnight to Harry.”

Lily goes upstairs, and James settles back into the paragraph he was reading. 

Until- 

The air shifts and suddenly something feels very wrong. 

James stands up, brow furrowed as he heads towards the front door. 

[naomi-temel]

at: noelle’s home @noelledupont​

-

The good thing about being friends with the DuPonts was the fact they always had wonderful wine to hand and Naomi was never going to say no to a French red. Poor Andre realized he had lost his wife to the sauce a bottle and a half ago, and Marika had received a wobbly worded text to let her know Omi was way too sozzled to get behind the wheel. “I wonder if we’ll be in trouble.” she snickered uncontrollably as she nudged into Noelle. “I mean, maybe not. We managed to marry the sweetest people. You know, I have a theory that if Andre...” she paused, to hiccup. “If you put Andre in a wig, he’d be Marika.”

[blaiseskibicki]

Sozzled

Taut loops, half moons, fabric gliding whimsically and directionally against glass— smooth as water had water not yet lapped up the right face of itself. Smooth. Threads thirsty to gasp the source less sips of distilled earth from last nights cleansing, it’s most pure expression save ourselves. One not promised and one sporadically offered based upon play dates of ocean waves and shifting skies. He wiped down the slender see through table littered with dust garnished with pollen so they could read the menu. 06.10.2019

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The thing with Inspector Spacetime drinking games is,

one tends to get half-sozzled only minutes into any given episode.`

[adgp35]

Vive La Resistance! Pt 2

Louise smiled radiantly at the completely transfixed Hans. He held her hand lovingly. The naval rating had never had a woman as dazzling as this French woman. At that moment the young German wished the war could last forever and he could lose himself in Louise’s love for the rest of his days. Meanwhile, Gabrielle continued to dance jerkily with the half drunk Helmut, her eyes searching out Marie Dubois.

As Hans kissed Louise’s manicured white hand once more, dreaming of weekends on the Seine after the war was over and he could rescue his love from this life of sin, the young woman’s left hand stealthily moved closer and closer to Helmut’s discarded revolver. As her nail varnished fingers closed around the gun handle, Helmut began to raise his sozzled head from Gabrielle’s shoulder. Marie cleared her throat loudly and suddenly.

“Hold me, Helmut!” the blonde woman said passionately and gripped the German soldier even more tightly. He laughed lustily. “Of course, you little tart!” he slurred. “God, how I love those stockings!” and his distracted hands explored Gabrielle’s hosiery covered legs. Gabrielle nodded to Mme Dubois as Helmut lost himself in desire.

Source: Escape To Athena movie (1979)

To be continued…

[teawaffles]

Albert’s Drinking Contest: Chapter 3 / End

Note: Some language.

“G-Goddammit……”

“No way, how……?”

Roughly twenty minutes had passed.

And with their glasses in hand, Moran and Louis were both gasping in agony.

Once the match had resumed, the three participants had attacked their glasses, consuming drink after drink like a surging tide. Now that Louis had been saved the trouble of approaching the other two time and again to fill their glasses, the rate at which the wine now entered them had seen a remarkable jump.

Although Louis was not a strong drinker to begin with, his sheer determination to prevail had allowed him to keep pace with his veteran opponents: at this point, he’d already downed a comparable portion of wine.

However, even mental willpower had its limits. Back when he’d consumed his twentieth glass, the intoxication had hit Louis like a brick, and a wave of dizziness swamped him. From then on, Louis had placed his spectacles on the table, and repeatedly rubbed the inner corners of his eyes in a bid to chase away that sense of vertigo.

Now, Louis was attempting his thirtieth glass of wine since he’d entered the match. In other words, Moran and Albert had already drunk an astonishing 51 glasses.

Even as they moaned like spirits of the dead, both Louis and Moran tried to fill their glasses for the next round; but the hands that held those glasses kept trembling, and wine spilled onto the table many times over.

“——This is truly an excellent wine. With this flavour, I can enjoy myself twice as much.”

On the other hand, Albert was still in perfect shape.

Having long finished preparing his next glass, Albert looked at his two opponents, barely able to hold their own glasses, as if watching them from on high.

Despite having consumed an extraordinary quantity of alcohol, he was still unperturbed, and enjoying the taste of the wine. With unfocused eyes, Louis turned to look at his oldest brother.

“Ha, haha — as expected of you, nii-sama.”

In the face of this overwhelming presence, his own powerlessness seemed almost hilarious in comparison, and he chuckled as if he’d given up.

“This isn’t, the time to be, laughing, Louis……”

Moran thumped his back, in an effort to coax some life back into him. But that gesture was much too weak, and looked as though he was simply trying to soothe a badly drunk man.

Yet perhaps that move had worked, for then, Louis knocked back his entire glass. Following suit, both Moran and Albert drained their glasses too.

“Well then, we’ve finally reached the thirtieth glass.”

Watching the three of them, William announced the tally with dispassion. But at this point, it wasn’t clear if his voice had even reached Louis and Moran.

Having reached a nice round number, it seemed Louis was starting to loosen up. With the last ounces of his strength, he turned his head, and looked at Moran beside him.

“Mr Moran. My apologies, but it looks like, this is my end……”

“Wha…… Oi, hang in there, Louis!”

But his desperate plea went unanswered. The moment Louis uttered those final words, just like Fred, he slumped onto the table.

“L-Louis……”

Half-dazed, Moran mumbled the name of the fallen — and William swiftly appeared by his brother’s side.

“You’ll catch a cold if you fall asleep here, Louis.”

Gently, he tucked the blanket he’d prepared around Louis’s shoulders.

Albert looked on in concern.

“William, is Louis alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, it seems he’s just asleep for now.”

“…………”

The two brothers looked on at their youngest sibling, now keeled over; but even as Moran too fretted over his condition, a sense of admiration and gratitude towards the man had grown within him. Despite being drawn into the match, Louis had pressed on and fought alongside him to get this far. If Moran himself hadn’t been so sozzled, he would even have wanted to give the man a huge round of applause.

However, even those ardent emotions dwindled with time. For Moran was now back to square one — as the only player standing up to Albert — and that lonesome despair weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Here was an opponent so tough, that even someone who’d joined halfway had been no match for him.

That raw power sent a chill down Moran’s back. Desperately trying to hold his vision steady, he glared at Albert.

“……How the hell are you still alive?”

Through his hazy consciousness, Moran barely managed to utter that one phrase. Although it’d come from his own lips, to him, it sounded as if it’d been said by someone else far away.

Albert shifted his gaze from Louis to Moran.

“It’s not so surprising, is it? I just genuinely enjoy drinking wine, Colonel.”

“This is no longer in the realm of ‘enjoyment’, innit……”

Perhaps his inebriation had finally tipped over into delirium: at that moment, the sight of Albert lounging with a glass in hand looked almost like that of the devil.

And finally, that time had come.

“Oh, shit——”

In his final moments, with every last ounce of strength he had within him, Moran uttered that cheap curse.

And in an instant, as if someone had flipped a switch — he blacked out. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, he collapsed onto the table in front of Albert, and began to snore loudly.

“Looks like…… it’s settled, then.”

Watching the sleeping figures of Fred, Louis, and now Moran, William announced the end of the match.

And thus, on this memorable night, the drinking contest had ended in complete victory for the preternaturally strong Albert.

“……Mm?”

Around thirty minutes after that, Fred — who’d been the first to drop out — opened his bleary eyes.

Blinking, he slowly sat up, and saw Moran and Louis fast asleep in a row beside him, with blankets wrapped around their shoulders. Why Louis too?, he thought; but seeing that sight before him, at the very least, he somehow understood that the match was over.

Perhaps it was inevitable, but it had ended in a crushing defeat for Moran, Louis and him.

“Good morning, Fred; though the sun hasn’t risen yet.”

Someone called out to him from the side — by reflex, Fred’s gaze snapped toward the voice, and he saw William smiling gently at him, seated in the same spot from earlier. Beside him was Albert.

“……How long has it been?”

Since he already knew how the match had turned out, for now, still a little groggy, Fred enquired as to how long he’d been unconscious.

“It’s been around thirty minutes since the end of the match. So that makes it around two hours since you passed out,” said William. “It’s past midnight now.”

That voice had a somewhat comforting note to it, as if he was worried for Fred, who’d just awakened from the depths of drunkenness.

Then Albert — who was still enjoying his wine — spoke up in concern.

“Still, the colonel has done this time and again without learning his lesson. Even though wine is a luxury to be savoured and enjoyed.”

“Although you’ve beaten him every time, it seems that argument has yet to persuade him otherwise.”

Looking at Albert, who seemed to be functioning perfectly despite everything, William shrugged in amazement.

Fred had no clue as to how exactly how much wine Albert had ended up drinking; but from the wryness of William’s smile, he could at least tell that it was an amount beyond an ordinary person’s imagination.

Once again, Fred reflected on how it’d been a mistake in itself to challenge this monster to a fight.

“Although Moran seems to have given it his all this time around, as I thought: he was no match for you, nii-san.”

As if narrating Fred’s thoughts, William looked back on the outcome of the battle. Then, Albert picked up a bottle that still contained some liquor.

“Won’t you join me for a bit, William? Just to enjoy the wine.”

Despite having consumed a copious amount of alcohol, Albert was still game for more. But William waved a hand in refusal.

“I won’t. Anyway, I already had my fill over dinner.”

“That’s a pity; now that it’s just the two of us, I’d wanted to discuss its flavour at length with you.”

Saying that, Albert tilted his glass, and gently brought it to his lips. That gesture looked almost as if it’d been calculated down to the millimetre — the atmosphere surrounding him truly befitted that of a British aristocrat.

“…………”

William, the pivotal intellect of their organisation, and Albert, who was speaking to him.

Gazing vacantly at the two men, a thought suddenly struck Fred.

——How did this man come to be what he was today?

Albert had been born and raised as a noble — in this stratified society, he was considered part of the upper class.

But despite the position bestowed upon him by his birth, he had not sunk into the degenerate practices of the nobility; instead, his heart ached for the twisted nature of their country, and he wished to overturn it from its very foundations.

And the catalyst for all that, had been the two brothers he’d picked up.

Rather than indulging in their social positions and means, the Moriarty brothers instead refined their intellect and abilities with unyielding force of will, thus turning themselves into the “Lord of Crime” — an existence working in the shadows of Britain’s underworld.

Fred looked at Louis, asleep to his side, and then at William and Albert, who were engaged in conversation.

It was almost as if they’d been destined to meet.

——Could I, too, get closer to them?

Despite not being related by blood, Albert saw William and Louis as his brothers — the bonds between them were strong. In that case, perhaps Fred’s relationship with them could become even closer than what it was now.

Secretly, that thought blossomed in Fred’s heart.

“Well then, it’s getting late, so we should call it a night. Seeing as they’re asleep, what should we do with Louis and the colonel?”

Paying no heed to Fred’s longing gaze, Albert drained the last of his wine, and calmly got to his feet. Remaining seated, William spoke.

“Since they’re so soundly asleep, I’d hate to rouse them; let’s leave them be a while longer.”

“I see. Then I shall remain as well.”

Listening in to their conversation, all of a sudden, Fred remembered the important agreement that’d been made at the start of the match.

Nervously, he asked after Albert.

“Um, since I’ve lost, I suppose the forfeit will fall on me too……?”

Simply owing to the fact that he’d participated in the drinking contest, as one of the defeated parties, Fred had resigned himself to accepting the loser’s penalty.

However, Albert smiled.

“Aah, no need to worry about that. As you know, this match is a personal matter between the colonel and myself; I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”

“N-no, you don’t have to apologise. Even though it was a rather sudden turn of events, it was still my own decision to participate.”

At that unexpected apology, Fred waved both hands weakly. But Albert kept up that elegant smile of his as he continued.

“You don’t have to concern yourself with the forfeit. Well, even if I were fine with him doing it, the colonel would just be a right bother; so I’d be grateful if you could just tidy up the glasses we’ve used tonight.”

“T-Thank you very much.”

Having expected a bigger penalty, Fred was grateful for Albert’s magnanimity. In his heart, he heaved a sigh of relief, and proceeded to clear the glasses.

As he did so, Albert turned to look at Louis, who was still fast asleep.

“And since Louis was also caught up in this, I’ll exempt him as well.”

Then his focus shifted to Moran, who was slumped beside Louis.

“……Instead, I suppose I’ll have to give the colonel a proper punishment.”

“…………”

Although his voice had been calm, a disquieting feeling lingered around those words. Hearing that, even the agile Fred had unwittingly stopped in his tracks.

In place of Fred, whose face had paled, William asked after Albert with a wry smile.

“Nii-san, exactly what kind of punishment will you be giving him?”

Albert’s tone remained calm as always.

“Let’s keep that a secret for now. But no matter what it’ll be, I’m sure all of you can look forward to it.”

Saying that, Albert smiled. It was elegant to a fault.

“…………”

As he took the empty glasses, Fred looked at the sleeping Moran.

He’d set up this contest of his own accord: he had it coming for him. And yet, as Fred thought about what lay in store tomorrow for the man he saw as an older brother, he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry.

Just like this, the night to commemorate the founding of MI6, had drawn to a close.

T/N: …Do I really want to know what Albert’s gonna make him do? (ohoho)

Translator’s notes

Drinking capacities

I thought I’d summarise their relative strengths at drinking :3 From weakest to strongest:

Fred (<20 glasses)

Louis (30)

Moran (52)

Albert (52, and then some)

Though William didn’t participate in the end (aww), I would think he’s on par with Louis, and maybe even a bit stronger too.

The illustration

The illustration shows Moran slumped on a tiny coffee table of sorts; but I’m wondering where Louis and Fred are, since they were described as being asleep on the table beside Moran... Perhaps this is an incongruity between the story and the illustration?

[malfoysstilinski]

girl in the mirror | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k 

SUMMARY: in which draco and y/n are soulmates and can hear each others’ music, and you’ve been blasting sad songs all week, worrying draco. 

WARNINGS: one mean joke about americans sozzles 

A/N: based on the tiktoks where soulmates can hear each others’ music. i dont think ive seen an imagine like that on here so i thought i’d write one :)) also set in 2010s 

In the Wizarding world, on your thirteenth birthday, you are officially bound to your soulmate. This means different things for different wizards and witches, depending on what they valued. For example, when Blaise Zabini turned thirteen, he was able to see his soulmate in mirrors-- fitting considering how self-obsessed he was. 

Draco, however, heard music. You must be obsessed with it, he realised. He found out he was right pretty quickly, waking up to the sound of your playlists muffled in his ears and falling asleep to them too. 

It was always Muggle music too. You must be a half-blood, or even… Merlin forbid, a Muggle-born. Realising that his soulmate wasn’t going to be a pure-blood like his parents had planned, Draco kept the news to himself and worked on his vocabulary. He tried his best to bite his tongue around Granger, ignoring his friends when they made fun of their ‘dirty’ blood.

He didn’t want to hurt you when he got to meet you. 

It took Draco longer than it should have to realise you definitely didn’t go to Hogwarts. How could you when he’d be sat in assemblies, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, and all he’d hear is the thumping of your music in his ears as if he was underwater?

“She’s probably an American,” Pansy pretends to gag, the others laughing with her. 

“Could be a Beauxbaton,” Blaise suggests. 

Draco doesn’t like to make assumptions, but he thinks you are definitely a Muggle. It’s rare, but not unheard of in the Wizarding world, especially nowadays. For the Malfoys, though, it would be an outrage. 

You play your music the most when he’s eating dinner in the Great Hall or when he’s getting ready for bed. 

At first, he hated it. He hated your music, he hated how his head was rarely ever quiet, and he hated that he didn’t know who you were in order to beg you to take your headphones out for once. 

However, Draco learnt to love your music. Songs and bands he’d never heard of before quickly became his favourites and eventually, he found himself humming your Muggle tunes in the common room or quietly singing along in his dorm when the other boys were out doing whatever. 

He learned to love having your music in his head, especially as the years rolled on and his life became harder and harder. It made him feel like he was never alone, your muffled melodies making a home in his head and pushing out all of his anxiety and depression. 

Draco wanted to dance with you to them. He liked to lay in bed at night and listen to your songs and imagine that you’re lying next to him. He bets you have a nice singing voice. Maybe you can even play an instrument or two. Maybe you could teach him how to play the guitar, and maybe he could show you how to play his favourite pieces on the piano. 

Your music is never too upbeat, but today Draco feels like he hasn’t heard a single song that wasn’t about being sad. As he trudged from class to class, Draco couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with you. It had been going on for the past few days, and the music stopped altogether on one of the days. 

He went to bed with an empty head for the first time in a few years, staring at his ceiling. He plugged his iPod in and went to the Muggle section, playing a few of your favourite songs. It wasn’t the same. 

“What’s up with you?” Blaise demands as Draco doesn’t touch his meal for the second time that day. 

Draco glances to his friend and looks away, shaking his head. “Mind your own business, Zabini,” he mutters weakly. 

Blaise’s soulmate, a Slytherin in the year below, joins them at sitting on the table and Blaise immediately forgets all about Draco, the two of them giggling as they hug each other. Draco thought he could throw up right there and then, shaking his head in disgust. 

Green was Draco’s colour and Merlin was he jealous. 

Why did you have to be a stupid Muggle?

Draco immediately feels bad for even thinking it. He wants to hug you and kiss the top of your head and mutter apology after apology. The soft feeling makes him feel weak. You did things to him that nobody else did, and he doesn’t even know who you were. The fact that you were most likely going through a rough time right now made it ten times worse. 

“What’s wrong with Draco?” He hears Zabini’s girl whisper. 

“Why don’t you ask me yourself?” Draco snaps, lip curling in disgust. “Instead of talking behind my back like a coward!”

“Draco,” Blaise growls. “I don’t know what’s up with you, mate, but you need to calm down.”

“It’s your soulmate, isn’t it?” Pansy quirks an eyebrow from opposite them. “Are they playing that rubbish song you hate on repeat again?”

“No,” Draco hisses in defence of you. “I like that song, thank you.”

Pansy holds her hands up. “Okay, whatever. Sorry, Malfoy. What has got your knickers in a twist, then?”

He hesitates. He doesn’t like talking about you to anybody else but he’s really worried and he thinks maybe one of them might be able to help. 

“She’s…” Draco’s eyes drift to burn holes in the table in front of him. “She’s been listening to sad songs.”

Goyle snorts, making Draco’s head snap to him in fury. 

“Sorry, Malfoy, sorry… But that does sound ridiculous, mate,” Goyle admits. “She’s probably just into that… genre?”

“No, you don’t understand,” Draco huffs and shakes his head. “You don’t know her like I do. Something’s wrong with her, I can tell.”

“Well, why don’t you visit her?” Blaise asks, grabbing a grape and popping into his mouth. 

“What?” Draco spits. “Is that a joke, Zabini? I don’t find it funny--”

“I’m not joking,” Blaise frowns. “Merlin’s sake, Malfoy. Do you not pay attention in Charms?”

“Of course I do,” Draco hesitates, lying. “But what are you talking about, anyway?”

…

Draco feels ridiculous as he stands in front of the mirror in the bathrooms later that night. It’s silent since it’s the middle of the night, but Draco knows you’re awake because of the glum music playing faintly in his ears. 

He wants to visit you like Blaise told him to do, and as he stands in front of the mirror and casts his incantations, he can’t help but wonder if this is a setup. He doesn’t give his hopes up, doesn’t hold his breath that when he opens his eyes you’ll be on the other side of the mirror. 

But he wants you to be. He wants you to be there so badly. 

Draco does sort of believe it so he put on his black turtleneck and black suit and combed his hair like usual, replacing the uniform and robes he’d been wearing all day. He doesn’t want you to see him and be disappointed. 

He knows he won’t be disappointed no matter what you look like or what you are. 

Draco takes a deep breath as he lowers his wand and closes his eyes. When he counts down and opens his eyes, he’s stunned into silence by the sight in front of him. His heart skips a beat and he nearly chokes on his own spit. 

Staring back at him in the mirror is not his own pale reflection but what looks like a bedroom. The mirror glows orange from the lighting and he can see that it’s decorated with posters and records and other Muggle things. Draco doesn’t even process that you’re a confirmed Muggle at this point, he doesn’t care enough about that. 

On a single bed in the middle of the room, sat up in the very centre with headphones in and a laptop in front of her, is a girl his age. She’s got beautiful y/s/c skin and y/c/h locks that have been thrown up into a messy bun, her y/c/e trained on the screen in front of her as she watches what he assumes is a film or a tv show. 

She’s wearing a school uniform, not quite as posh as Hogwarts’, and it’s slightly crumpled from sitting in her bed with it on. Her polished black shoes are nowhere to be seen, rips in the bottom of her tights no doubt from wearing them thin five days a week. 

Draco can’t believe he’s looking at you right now. He reaches his hand out, eyes widening when his fingers seem to slip past the glass and he’s sucked into another world-- your world. He wasn’t expecting it to happen, a small yelp leaving his lips as he tumbles straight out of the mirror hanging on your wall and onto your carpet. 

You both scream as you make eye contact and you’ve thrown your laptop about in a panic. There’s no music in his ears now that he stands in front of you. Draco breathes heavily, unsure what to say. 

“Um, hello?” He offers. 

“What the hell?” You yell. “What are you doing in my bedroom? Who are you? My laptop!”

You ignore him as you dive off of the bed and pick it up. The screen is smashed making you glare at him harder. 

“I’m sorry!” Draco practically squeaks. “I- I have Galleons--”

“Who are you?” You cut him off roughly. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Draco keeps repeating, hoping you will calm down. “I-I’m Draco Malfoy.”

“Draco Malfoy?” You repeat with a mocking laugh. “Is that a joke?”

“No,” he replies, voice pitched higher than usual with offence. “What’s your name?”

Normally you wouldn’t tell a stranger your name, but this situation is anything but normal. You stare at the boy for a few seconds, wondering why he feels familiar. There’s something about him that has you relaxing under his gaze, which is weird because he literally just appeared out of nowhere. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you reply sceptically. 

Draco smiles, “beautiful name.”

“Are you like a nonce or something?”

“Nonce?” Draco crinkles his nose in confusion. 

You narrow your brows at him. “You’re literally British-- how do you not know what that means?”

“I’m not… I don’t really come from your kind of England,” Draco doesn’t know how to explain there is an entire world she’s been hidden from-- this is the first Muggle he’s ever had a conversation with. 

“Are you Welsh?” 

“Do I sound Welsh to you?” Draco cocks his head to the side, already amused. 

“Sometimes I can’t tell the difference, not gonna lie,” you reply. “But no. I’m sure you’re English. You sound like you’re a private school kid or something.”

“I guess I am,” Draco replies quietly, looking around your bedroom and taking in all of the colours that it has. 

You seem to snap out of whatever daze you were in. “Hey! You distracted me. Now tell me what the hell you’re doing in my bedroom before I call the police.”

Draco’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he contemplates his next words. He hesitates and sits down on your bed next to you. You can smell his cologne-- it smells much more expensive than the Lynx sprays the boys at college seem to be obsessed with. 

“Do you ever hear music in your ears?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in conformation. “You do. That’s… that’s me. My music. I hear your music too. You listen to it all the time. Um… normally a lot of bands and stuff.”

There’s a long silence. “Do you have me on Spotify?”

“What’s Spotify?” Draco’s nose crinkles. 

“You probably just see what I listen to on Spotify!” You claim, standing up as you become weary of the boy on your bed. 

Draco still doesn’t quite understand your Muggle terminology, but he gets the gist of what you’re trying to imply. 

“That doesn’t explain the music you hear in your head from me,” Draco tries. “Or how I just came out of your mirror.”

You look overwhelmed. “What are you?” You whisper. 

“We, Y/N, are soulmates.”

...

yuh

PART TWO HERE

[weidli]

the doorways we had hoped for 👀

and:

(@frubeto) tell me about the doorways while i go look at my wip folder to find things that have titles

HEHE yes >:)

the title is, yes, from richard siken's little beast, because for reasons that is an adam/vincent poem to me: mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us / replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes / and not the doorways we hoped for

i think i actually dmed vio about this one at some point but it's mutated a Lot since then :rip:

anyway premise is basically that wiktor and marian and wolle, some weeks after hildes erbe, watch adam and vincent be adam and vincent and are like wow. adam really is being strangely accommodating and nice to vincent 🤔 this isn't his usual behavior 🤔 logical conclusion: he's in love! we shall be Helpful >:)

they try various matchmaking strategies, none of which work. then, eventually, at like an office party or some shit, everybody's a little sozzled and wiktor, marian, wolle & co go AHAH. yes. we shall lock them in a storage closet together for like half an hour!! finally get rid of all this tension!!

and then they Do. the problem with this is that, while wiktor + co thought this was a romantic comedy fic with mutual pining, it is Actually Very Much Not. they come back after half an hour and find adam handcuffed to a pipe in there with his own handcuffs, no marks of a struggle, and vincent curled in the other corner having a panic attack, because oh yeah, all that being-especially-nice was adam trying to make up for the Car Incident, and being locked in an enclosed space together was very much not helpful.

vincent gets the fuck out of there, and we are left with wiktor (suddenly extremely sober and both horrified and confused) and adam (also not having a Great Time). hopefully wiktor gets a Fucking Explanation at some point

[elizabethrobertajones]

I had literally nothing until I made that ridiculous thigh day post, and then I managed to use that as a prism to focus Galvin's ridiculousness into a coherent nonsense.

Deep into the endwalker spoilers, and alcohol cw as I am left to clean up the mess after a cutscene I haven't even got to with Galvin but am already planning outfits for, I GUESS.

Fashion/Drink       

“Why are you so heavy?” Galvin grumbled, taking the entire weight of Urianger slumped over his shoulder in the most ungainly walk. “Is it because you’re full of secrets?”

“’Tis not for thee to fathom,” Urianger giggled vaguely. It seemed like Thancred and Y’shtola’s attempt to destroy him had truly wreaked the havoc they’d intended when the four of them had sat down for a drink at the Last Stand. Galvin had tried to intervene when Urianger was seeing double and get him some water, but dazzled by wine himself, he was not feeling very successful at managing his gigantic lumbering lover. Thancred hadn’t even offered to help haul him the normally short walk back to the Annex, smirking and giving Galvin a too-hard whack on the back and a wink as they set off. As for the gesture Y’shtola had made – he was going to have nightmares.

“I have to rest a moment,” Galvin panted, as they reached the bridge halfway along the route. He deposited Urianger on the ground (as shiny clean as everything in the distressingly well-managed city of Sharlayan) and sat heavily on the thin wall between him and a torrent of water and a rocky drop below.

“Art thou not the puissant Warrior of Light, feller of many gods and mine own saviour in many a battle?” Urianger slid sideways until his head rested on Galvin’s knee. His hand restlessly patted his shoe, then began a meandering, uncertain journey up his bare shin, squeezing his calf, tickling behind his knee until Galvin squired.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cast a spell as heavy as carrying you,” Galvin huffed. “I’m the same height as Thancred and weigh half as much.”

“Why didst thou wear such an insubstantial skirt tonight? Did thou know thou taunteth me so cruelly all evening?” Urianger’s fingers teased along the inside of Galvin’s thigh, and he slammed his knees together, squirming as he trapped Urianger’s hand as he reached for the hem, lying halfway up Galvin’s thighs as he sat.

Galvin looked around nervously, the cold sea air doing nothing to fight the blush rushing across his body, but he could see, at least, down to the Last Stand where Thancred and Y’shtola were still talking, laughing, probably at them. Urianger had been ordered to go to bed and Galvin had only managed to haul him halfway up the hill and now he was panicking that he was going to get thrown out of Sharlayan, banished along with Urianger, for public lewdity the very night before they set out to hopefully save the universe.

“I hadn’t anticipated that you’d end up such a mess,” Galvin said gently, stroking Urianger’s hair, and when he relaxed, pried his hand away from his legs and held it tightly. “Some last night it’ll be. Would Esuna do anything? Can you cast it right now?”

Urianger responded by lurching up and turning to throw up over the side of the bridge, to the sea below, where the crashing waves running up the inlet with the tide would destroy all evidence.

Galvin, having let go of him and leaped away with better reflexes than any time he’d seen a fearsome deity about to hurl some great attack at him, knelt to stroke Urianger’s back until the sozzled elezen sank back down to sit beside him again. At least Galvin’s previous embarrassment at the public groping had been washed entirely away too. It was the least erotic he’d ever felt touching Urianger’s wonderful expanse of bared back as well.

To his surprise, Urianger was laughing. “’Tis a rite of passage for the Studium… one I had achieveth not until now.” He adopted his voice for ominous prophecy: “The Bridge of Regret standeth between Last Stand and Studium… You mayn’t guess but I was not given to partying in my time as a student.”

“Congratulations,” Galvin said, unable to resist laughing too. For all Thancred complained about how boring and musty Urianger was, Galvin somehow never had more fun than when they were together.

“I am much restored, if thou wisheth to continue on.” He made a valiant and eventually successful attempt to wobble to his feet.

“Please, I think the backs of my legs have frozen to the stone.”

“T’would be a shame to leave your legs behind,” Urianger lamented, helping Galvin up. He looked around, taking in the beauty of the city at night, for all its strange foibles. A snowflake landed on his nose, making him jump. “I’m never dressing like this in this stupid cold city ever again.”

[1830sromanticist]

I might be a tiny weeny bit inebriated