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kaikuja (E; 800)

Hietanen/Koskela

Angst, Bad Sex

AO3:

— An mul pien pala taivast, Hietanen kuiskaa ääni käheänä. Tukahdutetussa sävyssä väreilee juuri niitä asioita, joita Koskela ei haluaisi kohdata. Tarkkanäköisyyden hintana on ymmärrys siitä, ettei Hietanenkaan halua.

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black moon over the spitalfields (E; 18.6k)

Henry of Skalitz/Radzig Kobyla

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Tags:

KCD1 retelling (kind of); Incest; Parent/Child Incest; Daddy Kink (era-appropriate version); Praise Kink; Orgams Control; Hand Jobs; Anal Fingering; canon-typical religious themes; implied off-page non-con (not between Henry and Radzig though); Wound Care; Henry of Skalitz gets a bath; he also gets to yell at his father; past/referenced Radzig/Istvan

Summary:

Radzig moves to Skalitz to ease his guilt

A lil snippet:

"Let me help you with that, lad," he says, reaching out to untie the laces on Henry's shoulder. A silence stretches, long enough for Radzig to forget about expecting a reply. Then Henry coughs uneasily, and a flush spreads across his neck. "Thank you, Father." Radzig has to close his eyes, stilling his movements for a breath of a moment. Touching the metal plates of the pauldrons suddenly feels all too intimate. Hearing Henry use that word is still new, still exciting. Henry of course doesn't mean it the way Radzig chooses to hear it, if choosing is the right word for it. He knows it's more a means of distancing, a reminder of propriety rather than an invitation or a sign of acceptance, and though that knowledge comes with a longing so piercing the wound might never heal, he cannot allow himself to regret any of the things that lead to where they currently stand with their relationship. Because he still gets to be Henry's father. Still gets to hear Henry acknowledge it. And like always, even now, even though the meaning in Henry's words is the opposite of what Radzig wants, something stirs in his chest. "No need to thank me, son," Radzig says, forcing an easy cheer into his voice. He's not sure he quite succeeds. "Tell me what happened with Kuno."

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and those rowan leaves fall (Gen; 2.6k)

Henry of Skalitz & Radzig Kobyla

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Tags:

Modern AU, Finland AU, past Radzig Kobyla/Henry's Mother, Divorced Dad Radzig, Christmas, Angst

Summary / a lil snippet:

Dad starts the whole Christmas by taking Henry to the grocery store. It's pretty weird to be in a grocery store at Christmas. There are so many people everywhere, and the shelves are almost empty. Henry's not a fan of grocery stores.

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young and lost and so afraid (Not Rated; 2.6k)

Henry of Skalitz/Radzig Kobyla

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Tags:

Character Study, Parent/Child Incest, Angst/Comfort, post KCD1

Summary:

Henry of Skalitz is feeling quite tired.

A lil snippet:

"What's gotten into you, Henry?" asks Radzig when an egg falls from Henry's fingers at dinner. Before Henry can catch it again, it rolls over the edge of the table and cracks on the floor, the soft white splattering across stone as tiny shards of shell sink into glossy yellow. Henry stares at the egg, feeling each of the white pieces pierce their way into his mind, and the cheer and the smile don't seem to fit over it all anymore. He still tries them on, busying himself with the mess on the floor to cover up for what threatens to spill past his best effort. By the time he's done cleaning up after himself, Radzig has gone back to interviewing Master Tobias on his work with the mines. The emotion undercurrenting Henry's exhaustion just then is, surely, relief.

[literatebly]

on leaving the monastery

So. I saw a writing prompt for poetry with the prompt words being lantern, ache, river, velvet, thistle, and autumn, and immediately thought of kcd (i say that as if i think of much else these days). An afternoon later, here we are. This is not poetry, and as such not an entry to the challenge; but it did make me write, so, thank you @scriptastra for a wonderful, inspiring prompt! ♥

Actual (micro?)fic under the cut!

In this spot, the flow of Sasau is gentle; the riverbed, however, precarious. The young novice lowers his lantern to better mind his step as he makes his way across. On the other bank, the setting sun highlights the colours of the meadow, the orange and pinkish purple on the velveteen petals of marigold and thistle glowing brightly against the darkening sky behind them like decorations on a path to freedom. The water is achingly cold, and the robe clinging to his knees and ankles isn't helping the situation any. He should've tied it up before he stepped into the water; he wonders if Antonius and Gregor thought of that. If they even took to crossing the river, here or elsewhere; if they were better prepared than him, or worse. It's approaching autumn, which makes it almost half a year since their disappearance, though it's been hard to keep precise track of time. How long did they plan their escape? Why did brother Gregor listen to his plans so eagerly, yet didn't say anything about his own at all? Were either of them ever going to stay? And why did they leave together? The young novice stumbles, then, his foot catching on something at the bottom of the river. The splash of his fall is spectacular. He should try to be quiet lest anyone catch him, but the cold and the surprise force a cackle out of him, and for good measure, he thinks about what it all must look like to someone watching. He's still laughing when what made him lose his step floats to the surface of the river. The youngest son of the illustrious Baron of Pardubitz, with a temperament unsuitable for monastic life and a mind filled with stories both forbidden and scandalous, has thought of many a life for himself once he's left the monastery. Now, though, as the last rays of sunshine catch on a cloth, once white, now murky, still intimately familiar, still attached to someone he can, just barely, tell he once called a brother — now, he thinks about having stayed instead.

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Ehdollistumisesta, ehkä (E; 3.8k)

Hietanen/Rahikainen

Alternate Universe – Modern Setting; Alternate Universe – Grocery Store; Explicit Sexual Content; Idiots in lust; Mutual Masturbation; Blow Jobs

AO3:

Kaupansedät (... -pojat) Rahikainen ja Hietanen päätyvät vahingossa runkkaamaan työpaikkansa pullohuoneessa. Tai siis vahinkoa siinä on lähinnä se, että se tapahtuu yhdessä. Sittenpä se toistuu.

Kirjoitettu osana Poikkeavat parit 2025 -haastetta, valtaisan iso suositus myös muista kokoelman töistä !!

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Roudasta ja avaruusromusta (M; 1.6k)

Vilho Koskela/Lammio, Urho Hietanen/Vilho Koskela

Angst, Infidelity, Sexual Content, Dubious Consent

AO3:

Koskela on onnistuneesti siirtänyt tuon syyllisyyden sivuun viikkojen ajan erinäisten syiden varjolla. Sitten on siirtänyt sen pois mielestä kokonaan, kurinalaisesti. Mutta nyt, kun olisi tarkoitus, mahdollisuus, sittenkin, ottaa käteen toisen koko hauras ja yleensä niin tarkkaan suojeltu ihmisyys, tarkastella ja tilkitä sen raot oman sielun sirpaleilla kuin palapelin konsanaan, on tuo tunne mahdoton sivuuttaa.

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Eikä vielä ole edes ilta (T+; 621)

Mäkilä/Rahikainen

AO3:

Mäkilän post-nut clarity lähtee liikkeelle kenkälankista.

Katkelma:

Auki rävähtävien silmien katse tarttuu ensimmäisenä tyhjään paikkaan hyllyllä ja laajentuu siitä eri suuntiin sojottaviin saappaisiin. Toisiin. Kolmansiin. Alemman rivin dominoefektiin. Taittunut nahka painaa käsivarren alla; sen, jonka sormenpäillä voisi halutessaan laskea Rahikaisen pulssin. Rahikaisen, jonka huulet nyt kevyesti painuvat vasten Mäkilän poskipäätä.

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Puolet, paremmasta? (T+; 600)

Mäkilä/Rahikainen

Major Character Death, Canon Compliant, Implied Moral Corruption, Light Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Rough Sex

AO3:

Mäkilä oli niin... tarkka, totta kai, mutta tarkkoja oli maailma täynnä, eikä niistä suurimmassa osassa ollut mitään mielenkiintoista. Ei se ollut nuukuuttakaan, eihän se omillansa pelannut. Eikä todellisuudessa liennyt edes työmoraalia, vaikka taitavasti se sen niihin vaatteisiin pukikin. Ei. Siinä oli alla jotain muuta, tuttua. Ainakaan se ei ollut Rahikaisen aiheuttamaa.

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Alkemistit, lokit ja sodankäynnin historia (T+; 4k)

Urho Hietanen/Vilho Koskela

AO3:

Hietasen sairasauto ei päädy vihollistuleen. Koskela ei kuole. Sotasairaalasta löytyy sija heille molemmille, ja vieläpä samasta huoneesta.

Katkelma:

— Ja ku mitä ei pysty ite selvittä. Kaik pitäs mul jonku erikse kerto. Mut enhä mää pyytä rupe. Sairaalas. On noil lotil muutki tekemist ku Hietase poja ajankuluks alka. Sotilaide henkiriepui he pelasta, jot voiva lähettä takasin rintamal. Eikä mua siel kuka enään kaipa. Tällasen. Ruumishuoneel mää seuraavaks oon hyödyks. Sitä tietty oike ilol odottava. Sääki varma samas venees ku oot siihe mun viere päässy. Pidetään kuule juhlat si. Oike iso karkelo. — Voidaan pitää. Rahisten hengitetyt sanat hätkäyttivät Hietasen heti mykäksi, eivät niinkään yllättävän ilmaantumisensa tai edes sisältönsä vuoksi. Tuo ääni oli nimittäin tuttu, ja vieläpä toivottu. — Onk Koskela?

[tuomipaiva]

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A Very Drarry Holiday Season

I got tagged to do the Holiday season Drarry fun by @kamaela and @soliblomst and @its-the-allure - THANK YOU BABES I LOVE IT <3

I'm going to mix the challenges together due to an excuse that sounds believable and is also funny being the way that I am.

Tagging: @mallstars @thusspoketrish @ghaniblue <3

Actual entries under the cut because the length of this got way out of hand, whoops. It's apparently the theme of the day, for me. :-D

Because This River Is Wild

The first Christmas after Pansy and Luna's wedding threatens to be an awkward one, mainly because they're both dancing around the topic. Among other ones.

Harry is dead worried about making jumpy assumptions about Draco wanting or not wanting to spend the holidays with him. In the process he absolutely fails to actually ask Draco what he wants to do, instead looking for clues in everything he says or does, starting somewhere mid-November. His not-making-any-assumptions assumptions start going up the walls approximately a week before Christmas. The signals are signalling so very conflictingly. Harry is a mess.

Draco, on the other hand, is pretending very hard not to let it show how much he needed to make plans and preparations weeks and weeks ago. Because clearly Harry is more a live-in-the-moment kind of person who does not need to decide on his holiday plans in advance, and Draco can be casual, too. Definitely. Unfortunately, his inbred unchill starts going more and more haywire as time progresses, and finally escapes its enclosure the day before Christmas Eve.

This, their very first Christmas as a couple, is an important teaching moment in trust that, for the first time in their mutual history, doesn't end in a disaster.

It takes a few years still for Harry to let go of his aversion for asking questions, and for Draco to stop guarding himself so closely. But, I mean, isn't wedding planning a crash course in personal growth and an excersize in relationship functionality by design?

Seven Hectare Heart

The most brilliant idea of his life comes to Harry on one of the nameless, faceless days between Christmas and New Years. He immediately goes to Malfoy’s, even though it’s hours before his usual dinner time. Although, who cares about the concept of usual time, anyway, when the only commitments you have are to yourself? “I have a proposition,” he states as he sits down in his spot at the bar. And actually, isn’t that a lovely thing to have? Malfoy doesn’t even blink an eye, which, isn’t that also quite lovely? “Should I be worried?” Harry takes a deep breath and leans against the bar.   “You should invent a spell that stops the masses from gathering at my house every bloody Halloween.”

Love the way you're running out of life

On the first hour of 2010, under the full moon, Draco learns what life tastes like, and what it's like to be treated as such in turn.

He had clocked Potter's actual presence around him a few moon cycles back. He'd thought it was a hallucination, first, a fever dream and a sign of his impending insanity. He thought the sweltering heat of the late August night had gotten to his head, had fried his neural pathways, that his mind had finally given up on reality.

But the whispers of Potter didn't dissipate, and they did not stay to one any sense. A blur of motion on the corner of Draco's eye. The gentle swish of fabric-on-skin. Air moving like breath on Draco's neck. The static of a fingertip not quite touching the small of his back.

First, it was only on that clearing on the Manor grounds. Then, slowly, boldly, elsewhere.

Once Draco learned to recognize the feel of eyes on him, of being watched, he knew.

The truth of it was infuriating. It was unfair.

It was, above all, extremely erotic.

Had Potter always been there? Draco had to assume so. Did Potter know what he was doing to him? He must have, it had to be intentional. Did he not understand the danger it posed on — oh. Not danger, then. Or, rather, not on Potter.

Not solely on Potter.

And so it became a game, one Draco didn't know was designed to end up in the mutual victory of a torturous, exhilarating, consuming mutual destruction.

The why of it never crossed Draco's mind. It didn't have to.

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Love the way you're running out of life (T+; 1,352)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

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Part of DCC Holiday Exchange, written for the loveliest @bicholsdrarrysideblog 😚

Tags:

Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Angst, Creature Fic, Obsession, Light Stalking

Summary:

Potter smells of pure magic, and Draco is teetering on the edge of sanity

A lil snippet:

The Forbidden Forest. Stonehenge. Dragons and thestrals and the Whomping Willow.  That is what Potter smells like. Like frozen pine sap. Like heated metal. Like every phase of the moon.  And it calls to Draco — to his bones, to his blood, to his essence. The call is a million hooks pulling him apart, towards something that isn’t there — or is there, sometimes, when Draco is subjected to existing in the same space as Potter. The scent of him is almost corporeal, then, as it always is on the mornings after a full moon. 

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[ART] Spiked by slyssnakes @slysnakes

Harry asks Draco what he wants to do. Truthfully? Him.

Slugco Malfoy loves Snaily Potter by pocket-lin (pocket_lin) @pocket-lin

draco loves harry so it’s the same but they’re mollusks so it’s different

[Podfic] Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy by sweaters_in_the_summer @sweatersinthesummer

Draco deserves to suffer, and he will go out of his way to do so. Podfic of Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy by ItsPhantasmagoria. @itsphantasmagoria

Sweet to Your Taste by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra

It’s just like Draco to fall prey to the machinations of his fellow Slytherins. This time, he ends up owning a bakery. (Words: 5,996)

definition established by harDeehar (dryrsheet) @dryrsheet

Draco tries to ignore what he wants, knowing he deserves none of it, but Harry disagrees. (Words: 300)

[ART] Filthy by ItsPhantasmagoria  @itsphantasmagoria

His beautiful, filthy boy.

Shag, Interrupted by arminaa @arminaa8

If they're interrupted again, Draco may explode. And not in a good way. (Words: 1,948)

[ART] Hard at Work by ItsPhantasmagoria @itsphantasmagoria

Harry’s got a stalker. Draco’s investigation is not going well, mostly because he keeps getting distracted.

Under the Mistletoe by Jelliebabie @jelliewrites

Draco kisses Harry under the mistletoe... ...but not the kind of kissing you're thinking about, you sweet summer child! (Words: 4,444)

One Warm Line by dodgerkedavra - a Podfic by Cailynwrites @cailynwrites

This pain is part of being human. (Words: 18)

How Much by kamaela @kamaela

“It means something to me,” Harry tells him, hot breath hotter at his neck, in the dip just under his jaw. Draco groans. “What you say. It means something.” Harry’s always like this when they’re wrapped up together; sweetly vulnerable and forthcoming, nothing but sweat and heat between them. Draco’s not strong enough to resist pushing his advantage. “Why do you keep doing it then?”(Words: 3,554)

Northbound by plotty @pl0tty

“What? Did you seriously think you’d be home in time for the Weasley Christmas soiree?” Malfoy drawled. Harry did think that. But he wasn’t going to admit it to Malfoy, who he was now stuck with for an unspecified amount of time at the North Pole, which had turned out to be a different dimension, or whatever. Or, A case of finicky runes strands Harry and Malfoy in Santa's workshop. Toys! Tension! Time magic! It's all here, folks!(Words: 6,010)

Birthday Blues by edieblake @edieblakee

"How long have you been there?” The door is fully open now, and in it stands Potter: casually leaning against the doorframe, arms in a loose fold. That stupid, half-smile on his face. Draco glares. “Long enough to know you’ve been sat here scowling for a bit.” (Words: 5,054)

Burn Like Fire by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra

Harry comes out of the Forest dead inside. Draco’s going to bring him back to life. (Words: 4,007)

[ART] And There Was Only One Bed by arminaadrabbles (arminaa) @arminaa8

Were there two beds? No. Only one.

wave by desert_forest @hollyhawthorn

You can't seem to stop washing up on each other's beaches. (Words: 100)

adorn me by desert_forest

Draco likes you jewel-encrusted, just like everything else he owns. (Words: 100)

cleave by desert_forest 

A marriage is only as strong as its foundation. (Words: 100)

when the birds are heard again in their singing by cosmoscorpse @matredaen

The wolf pulls back like the tide. Harry is left changed, shivering, bloodied. Another month, another Moon—the wave has taken him. It has borne him up and dashed him against the rocks. The potion had worked, this month. Mostly. Harry hadn't been able to make it to the Hound and Hare's Thursday Trivia Night, which was a shame because Draco had specifically invited him—but unfortunately the moon waits for no man. Or, well. No wolf. He expects to spend the grey dim light of his Friday morning licking his wounds, both literal and metaphorical. He doesn't expect the barn owl, or the little care package clutched in her talons. (Words: 2,924)

Right Place, Right Time by Poljupci @poljupci

Draco wouldn't say the holiday season makes him maulding necessarily, but there is certainly something in the December air that makes him more... irrational than usual. Why else would he decide to finally confess his blasted feelings to the Man Who Conquered? And try and try again when the first attempt doesn't go as planned? or: 4½ Draco tried confessing his love to Harry + 1 time Harry actually confessed his love to Draco. (Words: 13,017)

twirled around his finger by desert_forest 

Draco has a surprising talent. It just so happens to be Harry’s secret kink. (Words: 2,412)

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by boshspice @basiatlu

It rattles in its cage for you.

[PODFIC] Beautiful by edieblake by AllureReads (its_the_allure) @its-the-allure

Harry allows himself a few moments of (sappy) reflection. (Words: 12)

The (Chaotic) Courting of Harry James Potter by arminaa @arminaa8

Harry's being courted. It's a shame he has no idea. (Words: 7,587)

[ART] In the Heat of the Cabin by valushka_emosh1t @valushk4

Harry and Draco end up trapped in a cabin with a snowstorm raging outside. Unsure on what to do now, a fight ensues. In the heat of their argument, something else might flare up.

Through the Seasons by Bichol @bicholsdrarrysideblog

Draco promises to make himself quiet and unobtrusive in his eight and final year of Hogwarts. It's not like a certain someone is going to notice him anyway. Fortunately for him, Harry has other plans.

[ART] Collar instincts by putridpommes @putridpommes

Harry wants it a little harder

Holiday Shenanigans by frm9pm @frm9pm

Harry and Draco decorate a tree, drink eggnog, and cosplay Santa.

Assignment 523-DM by harDeehar (dryrsheet) @dryrsheet

Three years into his captaincy of the team that doesn’t technically exist, Harry is given a new informant: Draco Malfoy. (Words: 2,792)

Generosity, Thy Name is Draco by HeyJude19 @heyjude19-writing

Comforting people is revolting, in Draco’s limited experience. His friends all know not to bother him with petty problems. But Draco has one dragon-hide boot wedged in the door to Potter’s life and thus sacrifices must be made to continue to open that door, enter fully, and slam it shut behind him, sealing the two of them within. (Words: 3,633)

Love the way you're running out of life by literatebly @literatebly

Potter smells of pure magic, and Draco is teetering on the edge of sanity. (Words: 1,352)

Oroboros by its_the_allure @its-the-allure

Through eight years at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy cannot keep his eyes off Harry Potter. (Words: 558)

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You Know You Can't Fool Me (G, 696)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

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Tags:

POV Ron Weasley, Amnesia, Humour

Summary:

Ron has to break some unpleasant news to his best mate and his arch nemesis. It... could be worse.

A lil snippet:

“Hello, Potter,” says Malfoy haughtily upon entrance.   Harry beams for a split second, and then frowns as if confused by his own reaction. Ron might find it funny, if witnessing his best friend turn all moon-eyed for a Malfoy even for a short moment wasn’t so traumatising. He’ll never be able to forget the time he – actually, best leave that thought unfinished.  “Malfoy,” answers Harry, brooding. The pair stare at each other and Ron would rather be anywhere other than here, witnessing this specific reunion. For someone who knows them as well as Ron, the tension between the two is uncomfortably obvious. 

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The Void Ratio of Regret to Envy (G, 777)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy / Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood / Harry Potter

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Tags:

Angst, Pining, EWE

Summary:

"The void ratio of a mixture of solids and fluids is the ratio of the volume of the voids filled by the fluids to the volume of all the solids."

A lil snippet:

“Why’d you think Potter chose Lovegood?” asks Draco absently. Pansy scoffs sharply, drawing Draco’s gaze. When she’s certain his attention is fully on her, she rolls her eyes with frill.  “It must be,” she starts, with the same tone she used back when she was holding her court in the Slytherin common room, “because he’s been harbouring hopeless passion for you for near three decades.”

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A glasshouse, and a house of cards (Not Rated, 600)

Lavender Brown / Pansy Parkinson

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Tags:

Canon Compliant, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Angst, MCD

Summary:

"Someone grab him!" is a show of cowardice, yes. And?

A lil snippet:

“So,” Millie starts briskly after a silence. “Brown.”  “Mmm.”  “Why her?” she asks, and sounds indifferent enough for Pansy to consider her words, to notice the effects of the dangerously potent truth serum starting to slip away.  Because she’s gorgeous, thinks Pansy. Because she believes in divination and astrology and thinks centaurs are hot. Because she takes all the relationship tests in Witch Weekly seriously. Because she’s jealous and intense and hasn’t grown a field of thorns around her heart. “The way she giggles makes me want to strangle myself,” says Pansy past the lump in her throat. The cracks in the ceiling drip water on her cheeks.