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[hpdarkarts]

My Bloody Valentine 2022: Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who made this little fest so much fun! It's been terrific reading through the works and I have really appreciated everyone who took part as a creator or through reading and commenting. Without further ado, here is the final list of the works submitted for this fest. Please do heed the tags when reading and remember it's never too late to leave comments on stories you enjoyed!

Lateralus by shiftylinguini (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Jump by Writcraft (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Magpie by corvuscrowned (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

life, distorted by gracerene (Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil)

The Edge of Something by tackytiger (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

A Memory by doshu (Regulus Black/Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Harry Potter)

iterum by moonstruckwytch (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Vivisection by tainara_black (Rabastan Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange)

homebound by softlystarstruck (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Easier Than Lying by storyofeden (Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter)

Burning Pile by floydig (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Imago by BelladonnaLee (Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter)

The Dark Mirror by MysticKitten42 (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Her Darling by maraudersaffair (Bellatrix Lestrange/Harry Potter)

In Plain Sight by pennygalleon (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Nine by thestarryknight (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

[hpdarkarts]

Fic: iterum

Title: iterum

Author: @moonstruckwytch

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2127

Content/Warnings: Major Character Death, Child Death, Murder, Horror. Please see AO3 and author notes for more extensive tags.

Summary:

dark magic keeps draco malfoy alive, even when he shouldn't be. unfortunately, to stay that way he's going to have to give something up—something important.

Read on AO3

[tackytigerfic]

The Edge of Something

Written at the very last minute for @hpdarkarts My Bloody Valentine 2022, to mark three years since I wrote my first ever fic (my first ever anything tbh!) for the same fest.

Huge thanks to @sweet-s0rr0w who saw me flailing on Discord with an hour until the collection closed and sorted the fic out for me!

Drarry ~ 1.5k ~ M

Tags: ghost sex, kidnapping, brief reference to violence/torture, auror partners, open ending.

Summary: Draco has been kidnapped and is showing up in Harry’s bedroom in incorporeal form. No one else can see or hear him.

“Well, the good news is that I’m not dead,” Malfoy said, the voice so very much his that it brought Harry out of bed and to his knees.

I was sure you were, Harry tried to say, but all that came out was some small pathetic hurt sound that lodged in his throat on the way out, making his eyes sting. Malfoy blinked down at him in surprise for a moment and then caught himself, the familiar confident curl of his smile returning, all the sweeter for the fact that Harry had thought he’d never see it again.

Harry wanted to call him Draco, to put a hand in his hair, to tell him, but they never did that, so instead he bowed his head, a silent grateful prayer, and then got up off the floor.

“How did you escape?” he asked, after a small polite cough to make sure there wasn’t a hint of a wobble in his voice. And then he had one last moment of thinking everything was fine, before he finally looked at Malfoy properly and saw the shift of shadows on his face, the silvered edge of something patchy round the edges, like static.

“Ah,” Malfoy said apologetically. “That’s the bad news.”

“And you’re very sure?” Robards said, sounding dubious. Across the room, Malfoy—eloquent in silence—made a rude gesture, and Harry grinned over at him, forgetting for a moment.

“You haven’t had much sleep, by your own account,” Healer Simmonds put in disapprovingly, as though that proved anything.

In fact, Harry hadn’t had any sleep. The first twenty-four hours are always crucial, everyone knew that, and even though he wasn’t officially on the case, they let him stay until the second shift change, and then Robards went to Kingsley to order him home. It wasn’t any use, though he had lain down and tried to rest. His mind was overfull, panic blooming in fresh expansive waves through his chest every time he thought of Malfoy being taken.

“Tell them,” Malfoy said grandly, “that they can go fuck themselves if they don’t believe you,” but of course Harry had no proof that this ghostly insubstantial Malfoy was really there, so instead of wasting any more time he slammed the door hard behind him on his way out, turned to Malfoy, and said grimly, “Come on.”

They spent hours at Harry’s desk going over the file, thin as it was, and Malfoy told him everything he could remember about the kidnappers. It wasn’t a lot.

“One of them has big arms,” he offered helpfully. “You know the sort of thing—strong hands.” As he said it, he touched his fingers to his throat carefully, hesitantly, as though something hurt, and Harry vowed that Big Arms would be the one he’d kill first, once he had Malfoy safe.

“Can you think of anything that might identify where they’re keeping you?” Harry asked desperately. “Any sounds from outside, any distinguishing features?”

“Steady on, Sherlock,” Malfoy said, smirking. He had got himself a library card a few years back, went to the small one at Archway every Wednesday, and he was always particularly pleased with himself when he managed a Muggle pop culture reference. “They grabbed me, Stunned me, and Apparated to who-knows-where. Then they woke me up to beat me bloody, now they’ve knocked me out again. No windows, no furniture, not even a proper bed.”

“Lucky you’ve got me, then,” Harry said, and went on with his cross-referencing of names on the Apparition log for that day.

“Well, obviously. Why do you think I came to you?” Malfoy said, and then with a slight wavering wink of light, he disappeared.

***

“Potter.” Malfoy’s voice was very close to Harry’s ear.

“Fucking— Thank— You came back,” Harry said, and breathless with relief he reached out. His arms closed around the shape of Malfoy, and then followed on through hopelessly, meeting around nothing.

“I might as well be a ghost,” Malfoy said icily. He was wrong about that, though, because the air where his form stood was warm and motionless, as though he were merely imprinted on the backs of Harry’s eyelids, a shape out of light.

“I didn’t know where you went,” Harry said. “I was terrified.”

Malfoy looked slightly mollified at that.

“They woke me up,” Malfoy said, “so I had to be there instead of here. They’ve put me under again now, though.” He flicked his hair that looked just like it always had, silvery at the tips, like fine silk. “I wish you’d hurry up and find me,” he told Harry. “They’re coming round to the idea of killing me.”

“I won’t let them,” Harry swore, though of course he couldn’t promise that. Malfoy looked convinced by it, at least, but then he raised one hand and ran it over Harry’s forehead in a mild sort of concern. Harry leaned into it, unfeeling and feeling all at once, the shiver of the very idea of the touch starting at the nape of his neck and travelling like a liquid sort of pleasure down his spine and over his skin, raising goosebumps.

“I think you do need to get some sleep,” Malfoy said, and before Harry could protest he followed it with, “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you.” And that was that.

Harry woke hours later to the Floobell chiming a relentless summons. He had finally slept, while Malfoy sat on the other side of the bed and Harry lay facing him, a questioning curl under the duvet. Malfoy was still there, smiling down at Harry as he blinked into wakefulness.

Hermione’s head was in the flames.

“Ron told me what you said to Robards,” she said. “Oh, and hello.”

“He’s here right now,” Harry said warningly, and Hermione’s mouth tightened.

“Alright,” she said. “Does he have anything helpful to tell us about how we can get him back?”

Harry shook his head. “Nope. Totally useless.” Malfoy lounged prettily in the bed behind him, then shrugged unrepentantly.

“Of course not,” Hermione said, and craned her head to shout around Harry, “Business as usual then, eh Malfoy?”

To Harry, she lowered her voice again and said warningly, “You might want to tell him…” but Harry cut her off before she could say it, and then distracted her with an Arithmancy question for location spells that had her eyes gleaming before she rang off to go and cross-check Harry’s log sheet.

“Tell me what, Potter?” Malfoy asked from across the room, still taking up most of Harry’s bed like he belonged there, and though Harry couldn’t bring himself to answer, Malfoy’s smile was almost as beautiful as his real one when he patted the bed beside him.

“It seems like such a waste,” Malfoy said, Harry’s head on the pillow, Harry’s heart knocking in his chest. Malfoy’s hands slid like atmospheric pressure across the buttons of Harry’s shirt. “Take this off,” he said, and Harry did while Malfoy watched, eyes clear and grey as a bottled memory.

“I didn’t know,” Harry told him. “I didn’t know you felt the same.”

“Why do you think I’ve come to you?” Malfoy said. “Of all the people in all the world… Potter, I don’t want to wake up before—”

“Yes,” Harry said. “Yes, Draco, yes,” and he scrambled to wriggle out of his jeans.

Malfoy, not having mass, couldn’t undress, but he swung himself over Harry’s straining thighs, and Harry touched himself, scarcely believing it could be as real even as this.

“I hate that you left me,” he told Malfoy, his own hand warm and frantic and not quite enough. “I hate that we never got to do this for real.”

“Your dirty talk needs some work,” Malfoy said, though he was breathless, mouth curving open, body swaying with Harry’s movements like he could somehow will them together. “Harry, when you find me— When you get me back— I want you to look just like this when you fuck me.”

“I just wish—”

“I know,” Malfoy said, hand to his own lips as though he wanted to keep the words in. “I’ve wanted you for almost half my life, and I never even got the chance to tell you.”

“Oh,” Harry said quietly, biting down on the back of his other hand, imagining the salt warmth of Malfoy’s shoulder, neck, nipple.

“You’re so good,” Malfoy said, leaning forward so he was just a whisper away from touching Harry, and Harry felt the furious pleasure uncoiling in his belly as he came over his own fist.

Afterwards, it was almost like it should have been, Harry blinking and lazy, glasses off, Malfoy softened and blurred in the glow from the small bedside lamp, smiling back at Harry across the pillow.

“If I die,” Malfoy said, “I’ll come back somehow.”

“You’re not going to die,” Harry said, believing it for the first time.

“Okay,” Malfoy said, still smiling.

And then the light went out.

It's also on AO3

[hpdarkarts]

Fic: homebound

Title: homebound

Author: @softlystarstruck

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1795

Content/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Curses, Obsession, Descent into Madness, Falling in Love, Experimental Style. See AO3 and author notes for more extensive tags.

Summary:

There is a house that sits at the edge of a forest.

Read on AO3

[hpdarkarts]

Fic: Burning Pile

Title: Burning Pile

Author: @floydig

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1394

Content/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, POV Harry Potter, Unreliable Narrator, Internalized Homophobia. Please see AO3 post and author's notes for more extensive tags.

Summary:

Harry and Malfoy are Auror Partners.

Harry is a shit Auror. He hates the rules, and he hates the politics, and he hates the paperwork, and he hates all of the fucking death.

But Harry doesn’t hate Malfoy. No, Harry doesn’t hate Malfoy at all.

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[hpdarkarts]

Fic: Imago

Title: Imago

Author: BelladonnaLee

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4633

Content/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Stockholm Syndrome, Obsession, Dark Romance, Psychological Drama, Mind Games, Dubious Consent. Please see AO3 post for more extensive tags.

Summary:

Come to me, a certain someone whispered to him, imploring him. Far from the path Harry had strayed in the primal woods that was Lucius' private playground, and he felt fine—he felt better than ever.

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[teacup-tai]

"Tomorrow is a mysterious concept, like a black hole. It will suck us into war and throw us in any direction: death or life. Maybe it will completely wreck us apart. "

Vivisection: a lestrangecest angst smut for the @hpdarkarts My Bloody Valentine fest.

Tags: explicit. Sibling Incest. Unreliable Narrator. Dark fic. mentions of blood and semen. dark and angsty bodily fluid metaphors. Angsty fucking, I suppose. Yes, I made them twins. no happy ending. before first war against voldy. going into war vibes. last night together vibes

Rodolphus/Rabastan, 695 words, E.

A thousand thanks to my amazing beta @sketchyblondes 💜

[storyof-eden]

Title: Not Even Trying Series: Bitter Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter Rating: E Summary:

Hermione’s relationship with Harry had come as a surprise, but that didn’t make it any less real. He was her best friend. They were dating and fucking, and they'd been though everything together. So, when Harry proposed, Hermione said yes. But then Severus showed up after months of no contact, and it was like she was right back where they’d started. Except she had the upper hand this time, didn’t she? She loved Harry. She did. But she loved Severus, too, and she couldn’t deny that any longer. How did that song go again? “...easier than lying to myself” It was empowering—the way she could drive Severus crazy with just a few words and a roll of her hips—and she couldn’t live in denial any longer.

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Written for My Bloody Valentine 2022 by @hpdarkarts.

Uh...so this happened. I swore I wouldn't write any more in this series but...here we are. I apologized for Bitter. I did NOT apologize to The Truth About Love. But you know what? I will apologize for this one. I'm sorry. My fingers slipped on the keyboard.

All the thanks to @destinyspoon for beta-ing!

[gracerene]

life, distorted by gracerene

Padma said Lavender would want her to move on. Parvati knows better.

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing(s): Lavender/Parvati Rating: Teen Word Count: ~800 Content/Warnings: established relationship, major character death, ghosts, hauntings, unhealthy relationships, emotional/psychological abuse, suicidal thoughts, crying, open/ambiguous ending Author’s Notes: Written for @hpdarkarts​ My Bloody Valentine 2022 Fest! It’s also my offering for Femslash February!

A big thank you to @writcraft​ for bringing back this mini-fest and for the beta! <3

READ ON AO3

[mystickitten42]

The Dark Mirror

(Drarry | 2.7k | Explicit ) Warnings: Dubious Consent

Written for My Bloody Valentine 2022 by @hpdarkarts Special thanks to @corvuscrowned​ for the beta.

Tags: Vampire AU, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Vampire Venom, Bloodplay, Rituals, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Ambiguous / Open Ending

Excerpt:

He’s dreamed of Malfoy every night this week, so it’s really no surprise when he finds himself outside the manor gates with no recollection of how he got there. His teeth chatter, bare feet and mud-stained pyjamas offering no protection against the chill. Harry feels for his wand, desperate for a Warming Charm or two, but soon realises he doesn’t have it—he no longer sleeps wand at the ready. 

Wind rustles through the trees, and the wrought iron gates groan ominously. Tiny hairs stand at the nape of his neck.

He shouldn’t be here.

He should leave.

Harry turns, but Malfoy stands before him, dressed to the nines in black brocade, lace at his throat, platinum hair gleaming in the moonlight, silver eyes radiant.

“I’d begun to worry you wouldn’t show,” he drawls, offering Harry his arm and ushering him inside.

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Check out my offering from last year’s MBV

[vdoshu]

A Memory

AO3

“I knew I was innocent. That wasn’t a happy thought.”

Sirius also knew he was guilty. That wasn’t a happy thought either.

He remembers Glastonbury like it was yesterday. It’s cruel, the way that the Dementors never stole this memory from him. He still can’t remember Remus’s mum’s name, nor which year it was that Lily finally stopped telling James to keep his terrible pickup lines to himself. But that night—the music, the lights, the press of the crowd and the smell of sweat and alcohol and sweet smoke—

The top photograph is the last one he’d taken, on the bed of that seedy Muggle hotel room.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.4k

Relationship: Sirius Black/Regulus Black, minor Sirius Black/Harry Potter

Warnings/Tags: MCD, Non-con, Underage, Angst, Blackcest, Memory Alteration, Open Ending, Unreliable Narrator

DAY 14: @hpshipuary​: Free Day (ie. an excuse for Blackcest) @febuwhump​: Can’t go home @kinkuary​: Sex Tape/Filming @hpdarkarts​ My Bloody Valentine

[hpdarkarts]

Fic: Nine

Title: Nine

Author: @the-starryknight

Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1000

Content / Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Angst, Curses. Please see AO3 post for more extensive tags.

Summary:

How could Draco have known he’d prefer the Unforgivable?

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[hpdarkarts]

Fic: In Plain Sight

Title: In Plain Sight

Author: @pennygalleon

Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4632

Content / Warnings: Dubious Consent, Mind Manipulation, Betrayal, AU - Voldemort Wins, Spy Severus Snape, Established Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unreliable Narrator. Please see AO3 post for more extensive tags.

Summary:

Harry doesn’t tire of this. It’s a sense of belonging he’d never even dared to dream of having back when he was living with the Dursleys.

So it's probably too good to be true...

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[corvuscrowned]

MAGPIE | E | 4.1k 

summary:

Potter doesn’t steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn’t do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn’t about power, and it isn’t about control. Potter just does it because he can.

Tags: Kleptomaniac Harry Potter, Dark Harry Potter, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Psychological Drama, Mind Games, Pining, Semi-Public Sex

written for @hpdarkarts My Bloody Valentine 2022. massive thanks to @vukovich and @moonstruckwytch for making my words wordsier at the very last minute.

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[writcraft]

Jump (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Author: @writcraft

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter

Word Count: 2611

Content/Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Instability, Unreliable Narrator, Imprisonment, Sirius POV, 2nd Person POV. Please see AO3 for more extensive tags.

He returns later, just as you like him best. Sandy haired and shirtless, with scars that slice and cross. He always appears suspended in the bright and brilliant daylight.

HUGE thank you to @gracerene for the beta on such short notice, all remaining errors are my own. I had to squeak something into this fest as I always love writing for it and just about got this Sirius in Azkaban fic done in time. Please mind the tags!

[shiftylinguini]

Title: Lateralus

Author: @shiftylinguini

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: Teen

Content/Warnings: post-war, spanning eighth year and post-hogwarts, roommates, getting together, dimensional rifts, magical anomalies, lovecraftian monsters/horror, unreliable narrator, ambiguous/open endings, eldritch horrors, (spoilers in the end notes for those inclined)

Word count: ~2k

Summary:

The world after the war was so big, and so untamed. Magic spilled out of every corner, creatures never seen before watching from nooks that never used to exist. There were colours in the air, in the morning dew drops on the leaves―indescribable, and new. Otherworldly, and pulled from a spectrum that shouldn’t be visible in their world.

  “And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” - Nietzsche

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[hpdarkarts]

MY BLOODY VALENTINE 2022: LINK TO COLLECTION

There has been a real flurry of activity on the fest's final weekend and I understand there may still be one or two more fics to be added to the collection today.

Because quite a few posts went up (or were reblogged) at the same time, I plan to post the masterlist later this week and I will spend the next couple of days reblogging fic posts and spreading them out a little for maximum visibility.

In the meantime while you're waiting for the complete fest masterlist you can check out the complete collection HERE and please do leave our wonderful creators lots of love.