hello i may have a physical need to hear about these finance bros... a sentence i thought i'd never utter out of my mouth but here we are... But Also..... the worst threesome ever omg who are we talking about
hehe :) thank you for the ask. regarding the worst threesome ever, i gave some deets on that one here. Re: the bros: this fic had a few stops and starts, and some details are still on the ephemeral side, but basically Draco and Harry intern at Gringotts, and the culture there is VERY toxic, very bro-y hedge fund. Wall Street for Wizards. Marcus Flint takes them under his wing, which means he takes them out to clubs and they do a lot of drugs together. guess what else happens! I actually am so excited to return to this one. I have 10K written, I doubt more than 3K of it is useable. Warning! Drugs!
Flint snapped his fingers, and a vial of something popped onto the table in front of them. The analysts all snickered and moved in a bit closer. “Happy hump day,” Flint said, and tipped the vial over. Sparkles and powder cascaded out, and Flint whispered “Acies.” Like marching soldiers, the substance filed onto the shining surface of the table in orderly, glittering lines. Without preamble, each of the analysts leaned forward and started sniffing it up. “What is that?” Harry asked Draco under his breath. “Pixie Dust,” Draco whispered back. “It’s horribly expensive stuff. Total waste of money and magic.” Then, without hesitating, he plugged one of his nostrils with a single long, well-manicured finger, leaned forward, and enthusiastically hoovered a whole line of it up his nose. He sat up, blinking owlishly at Harry. His pupils looked like they’d doubled in size. The look he gave Harry was all young, pink-mouthed innocence. “What?” “You just said it’s a waste of money. And magic!” “Well, I didn’t have to pay for it.” Harry looked suspiciously down at the table. “What does it do?” “So far, it appears to do nothing to stop annoying little gits from asking one insipid questions.” Harry kicked him. “Oh, fuck off. I don’t know, it’s a party drug. It makes you feel good.” “How good?” For the first time, possibly ever in their lives, Draco smiled at him. “Scared, Potter?”
