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[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.11.02

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Curiosity Killed My Dignity (But Got Me A Boyfriend) by Funkie_Moon [T, 1k]

Draco’s prized possessions are vanishing, and his too-clever cat, Arcturus, is the top suspect. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Harry’s door is becoming a landing zone for “gifts” from the poshest stray he’s ever seen.

2. Drowning in the Blue Nile by lis_a (spacelesslis) [T, 2k]

Harry and Draco used to date. Now, it's six years later, Draco is in a three-year relationship with Michael that isn't going fucking anywhere, and hears "Downtown Lights" on the Wireless.

3. A Little's Enough by jessupinthis [E, 69k] *typo

Suffering from PTSD and survivor's guilt, a post-war Harry joins a trauma support group in the hopes of finding someone who can relate to what he saw Voldemort do. Unexpectedly, he runs into a war-torn Malfoy there and together they begin to process the horrors of war and being the ones left behind.

4. Night-time Escapades by marshes_mountains [?, 4k] *typo

Wherein McGonagall worries, Hermione frets, Ron phrophecises, Harry ventures and Draco tags along.

5. Pink Lace and Little Games by undergroundflora [E, 4k]

Harry had this little idea, a foreplay that dragged out all day. When Draco finally comes home after work, Harry can't wait to continue what he started this morning…

6. An Unexpected Alliance by @vgault883 [G, 1k]

Here's a story about Harry and Draco...

7. you shouldn't be drowning on your own by dracosfirstwife [G, 2k]

harry is drunk at a muggle bar, and draco finds him. they struggle together.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Living Without by Anonymous [E, 9k]

With their magic lost and their loved ones left behind, Draco and Harry discover that it's only after they've lost everything, that they're free to do anything. ★ 2024 H/D Muggle Fair | @hd-fan-fair

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Lister: I have something to say to you Rimmer,

You know we belong together, you and I forever and ever, no matter where you are you're my guiding star

Rimmer: Isn't that the theme tune to that earth sitcom home and away?

Lister: Is it?

Kryten: I'm afraid it is Sir

Lister: Smeg it its true anyway

Kryten: Great cover up Sir

[gastvn]

Hi love stories about Gafou. Would you ever write one about Lefou with a female gaston. Or Lefou saves Gaston in time from falling off the castles bridge.

Have truly missed these two.

This ficlet’s also on AO3!

ALWAYS

“Let go.”

He stared his companion down with what he thought was a fierce gaze, but paled at the look LeFou sent him in return. He did not loosen his fingers on Gaston’s sleeve, clutching at him like one of his steel hunting traps, laying wait in the forest for an unsuspecting beast.

“Listen to me, Gaston.” LeFou’s voice, once so cheery and buoyant, effortlessly spreading sunlight and warmth to his cold limbs on crisp autumn days, was now icy. “If you go up there, you will die. He will kill you. I am sure of it.”

“You know nothing” - he tried again to wrench his arm away, but his grip did not falter - “you know nothing of what fate has in store for me. You do not know of the glory that will come when I sever that monster’s head from its body. You don’t know - you’ve never known - as if you care; as if you’ve ever cared.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are,” LeFou hissed.

Gaston spat in his face.

He regretted it instantly, watched LeFou’s visage darken, watched him open his mouth to finally cast Gaston out of his life once and for all. He waited for the blow, but it did not come - for they were both suddenly reminded that they were in the middle of some strange sort of battle, as a chandelier came swinging at their heads - and they both crouched down, thanks in part to LeFou’s continuous hold on Gaston’s arm - looking up only to find a vaguely harpsichord-shaped object soaring through the air towards LeFou - and Gaston reacted instinctively, smacking it aside with brute force, a snarl curling at his lips - and - and it was like they were - on the hillside again, mere children, their faces caked with mud and their eyes sharp with panic and the… the hunger, the dull ache… and his fear, his absolute terror, for LeFou’s safety…

He came to, gasping for LeFou as a drowned man flails for air, and his knees buckled somewhat, and he sat shakily upon the steps leading up to the west wing, choking on the tears seeping down his cheeks, as LeFou held him close, his face pressed to the fabric of the broad brown overcoat, his weeping eyes soaking the cloth, soiling it, but LeFou did not seem to mind.

“Forgive me,” he sobbed, later, into LeFou’s chest: when the fighting had ceased; when townsfolk and servants alike came to the common ground of realizing what a terrible idea this had all been after all; when Gaston expected them to turn ‘round and tear him into tiny little pieces, but instead watched, helpless, awestruck, as LeFou stood tall and kept all of them at bay.

“Forgive me,” he repeated once more, as the courtyard he’d been led to began to empty, and the fog around the castle lifted, and the wreckage became clear. “Please forgive me.”

LeFou looked at him, his head bandaged, his loose curls matted and sticking to his temples, and then -

“Always,” came the impossibly gentle reply, and it was all Gaston could do to keep from collapsing again.

[freewithyourtempo]

@vgault883 asked me to write about Charles calling Hank from Paris after XMDP (I’m sorry it took me so long).  I have to admit, it hasn’t been easy, juggling canon and Charles’ perspective on the events of the movie, plus staying true to my ideas of what should have happened after the credits. (”What the ‘X’ stands for”.)  I did my best and I hope you like it!

When he had said to Erik that he wanted, no, he needed to make a phone call before going, back rigid on his chair and fists clenched, Erik had been silent for a few moments. 

A little, concerned wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows, but eventually he had only said: "There's a payphone half a block away," and had started to walk in that direction.

Charles had sighed behind a private smile. Erik might not agree with his choices, but he had always understood his reasons.  

And now Charles was in the cabin, staring down at a scraped handset. It was cold in his palm, and he could see his distorted reflection in the dull metal. He reached for the number keys, then hesitated. His fingers twitched in the air and finally started to dial. 

It was funny. He knew the mansion’s phone number, but had almost never needed to call it.

  The mansion had been his home ever since… Ever since that night. Before, it was only a house.

He didn’t know what it was, now.

The phone was ringing, and Charles tightened his knuckles ‘til the headset screeched. It went to the voicemail. 

The knot in his throat loosened enough to let him breathe again.

“Hank,” he blurted out, right after the beep, then cringed. He inhaled deeply and started again. “It’s me. Charles. It's been a while since we-. I just wanted. I wanted to say that if you need me, I’ll be with Erik, in Genosha. He offered me a home and I think it’s better this way. He knows how to handle me when I become too much. But I don’t want you to feel… abandoned.” He swallowed. “I know I’m not… I’m not a good presence for the children. Or for you. Not anymore. I know I have done some terrible things. I know it’s my fault. What happened. Jesus, I know if it is anyone’s fault, it is mine. I wanted to do the right thing, I was sure I was doing the right thing, I thought I was protecting as many of us as possible… ”

Something warm had started rolling down his cheeks. “But Raven and Jean… You were there, Hank, when no one else was. You tried to help me. You’re the reason I kept moving forward. And I… I took her away from you." 

His voice was trembling, and his heart started to shrink and ache in his chest as if squeezed and twisted cruelly.

"I didn't want to let you, or the children, down. So I won't impose, I won't get back, but if you need me, you know where to find me. I think Erik is okay with that." 

Charles turned around to have confirmation, fully expecting to find the other man a few steps behind him. He saw him on a bench, instead, too far away to be in hearing-range. 

Erik must have felt Charles' gaze on him, or the involuntary tug of his mind, because he stopped fidgeting with the hinge of his chess set and lifted his eyes.  

His face was half kissed by the sun, and his smile was warm and soft in the folds of his cheeks. 

Charles felt steady again.

"Take care, Hank. I'm incredibly proud of the man you've become, and I know you'll be the perfect headmaster. Just remember to close the biscuits' stash at night, or Justin will lay waste to it. Oh, and don't put Jubilee and Kurt on the same shift of night patrol, or the kids will never go to bed. And eat, even if you're working down in the lab, you know you tend to forget that."

Charles bit his lip. "I guess that's all. No more words of wisdom from me, no more speeches." He cleared his wet throat and frowned. "Please, tell the children I miss them. No matter where I am, I'll never leave them alone." 

He took a deep breath. "Goodbye, Hank."

The handset was a few inches away from his ear, but he heard it nonetheless. 

Someone answered the phone on the other side. There was a soft, quiet voice. 

"They miss you too, professor."

The call was ended right after. 

[roommatedisagreement]

Hey do you write shelnard fanfic?

Hello! Both of us have written Shelnard fanfiction in the past, though we are not currently active in that fandom. I (andithil) have no plans to write anything new, but it’s not entirely off the table, and I’m happy to beta, preview, talk about, or read any works that come our way!

[incorrectreddwarfquotes]

Lister and Ace Rimmer

Lister: He is dying about himself. Oh I’m so good-looking, oh I’m so popular. If there ever was a more shallow, self absorbed, generally unpleasant human being. Ace: Alright Lister? Lister: Hi. Good. Grand. Not too bad. Can’t complain. Is the answer I’d have given if you’d asked how I was. Ace: Right. Well I’m off Listy. Stay in touch old friend. Lister: Indeed I will! Did you hear that? Ace Rimmer still wants to hear from little old me. Kryten: Do you know what I admire most about you, Sir, your unshakeable principles!

[gastvn]

Lefou with a female gaston??

1) i don’t change relationships that are originally gay into straight ones

2) i don’t feel particularly inclined to answer more of your requests, since you didn’t feel inclined to reblog or comment on the last one i answered for you. sorry.