#aeternus solem

[onbeinganangel]

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happy december 1st!!!! here we go!

because it apparently takes a village to write a fic, i’d like to thank @sitp-recs and @teacup-tai for telling me everything about christmas in brazil! also @draco4draco​ and @primavera-cerezos​ for being lovely and doing some beta reading on some of my pre-prompt drafts and @the-starryknight​ for (*takes deep breath*): handholding, love, support, chatting plot ideas/how to fix my severe lack of plot and overabundance of feelings with me, letting me cry in her DMs, listening to me be a whiny baby, talking me off the ledge, screaming commentary on google docs, enabling procrastination, adding at least 3 projects to my wip list every single day and just generally being the most wonderful alpha/beta/cheerleader/mate

now that my gratitude has been expressed, some notes on me attempting something for 25 Days of Draco and Harry: i can’t promise you’ll feel very festive throughout this wee advent fic of mine and i will say from the get go that i am not a plot-forward writer so fuck knows how i’m carrying a story across 25 whole chapters

however, if you’re here for vibes, feelings, a very miserable Harry Potter and a heavy dose of pining (what a summary lmao), go on forth. merry christmas!!

here’s the actual summary for Aeternus Solem: “On December 1st, Harry Potter gets sent halfway across the world to attempt to break a possibly fatal curse on an unnamed British Unspeakable — except said Unspeakable is not unnamed at all and Harry has been in love with him for over four years.”

here’s december 1st on ao3

[onbeinganangel]

Aeternus Solem: Twenty-Fourth of December

It’s weird. It’s everything Harry has thought about, in this very bed, most nights for the past four years. And now it is finally happening, and it feels weird.

Harry’s mind is swimming with questions he wants to ask. Realistically, he knows that this doesn’t mean the same to Draco that it does to him. He knows Draco is fragile and weak and has just gone through something incredibly traumatic and probably just needs some comfort… a human presence. But then — why not Pansy? Why Harry? It is hard to come up with reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this when Draco’s body is right there against his, soft, and warm, and lovely, and the feeling is just pulling him back to sleep.

click here for chapter 24

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Aeternus Solem: Fifth of December

[enter: the character we’ve all been waiting for] (also, a curse)

Harry thinks of his heart as if it was one of his baking dishes where he accidentally cooks dinner for ten, because he still hasn’t learnt that it’s always just him. So he makes enough dinner for a quidditch team and has his portion for the night. The next day, when he puts it in the oven to warm it up again, the empty square where his first portion was scooped out from sits there - blackened and burnt. And it stays that way for days and days, each small square getting darker and darker as he warms up his food again and again and again, until there’s no more and he accidentally cooks for ten again.

That’s how his heart feels: like he keeps getting it burnt on the exact same spot because he’s not sure yet if he can let go. If he should just transfer whatever amount of food he wants that day into a small dish.

So he approaches Draco with a blackened and burnt heart but his head held high — the last thing he wants is for the Brazilian officers to know.

read day 5 here on ao3

[onbeinganangel]

Aeternus Solem: Twenty-Fifth of December

holy shit, i did it! HOLY SHIT, I DID IT. okay. here we go. thank yous are due again so thank you @teacup-tai and @sitp-recs for brazilian expertise, @primavera-cerezos and @draco4draco for beta reading services and @the-starryknight​ for being an actual star. here’s our happy ending! Merry Christmas, pals 💛 

And just like that, Harry Apparates over to the Burrow just in time to catch Teddy attempting to rope Ginny into showing him how to manage what’s now known as a Weasley Manoeuvre on his newly-polished broom while Andromeda is distracted by the sherry.

Hugs take longer than usual. Molly blushes all the way to the roots of her white hair when Harry tells her he loves her. Teddy laughs, wriggles out of his grasp and runs around the room. He comes back a minute later and stage whispers an “I love you too” back at Harry like it’s a great secret. Charlie looks at him like he knows. Like he’s happy that Harry’s happy and when tears start prickling behind Harry’s eyes, he makes his excuse and says he’s tired and has to get back to bed.

here’s the last chapter of Aeternus Solem 

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Aeternus Solem: Eighteenth of December

I, errrr... you’re gonna want to read this one. Mari out x

He’s not sure what comes first: complete darkness or the infernal ringing in his ears, but he knows it’s definitely followed by his whole body going slack against the car door. He doesn’t have any control over his movements, but is surprised to be so lucid still. He’s reminded of his first encounter with a Dementor, back in 1994. The ringing is high and piercing, just like the memory of his mother’s screams. God. He’s sweating, panicking, but he can’t move, he can’t move, he can’t-

“Potter. Potter. Merlin, that’s awful.”

He can feel Draco’s hand on his still, but mostly he can feel the pain, it’s like a slow poison burning through his bloodstream, like a very localised Crucio, like… well, dying was infinitely more pleasant.

click here for chapter 18

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Aeternus Solem: Fourth of December

i’m finally giving you a sneaky little peek of the hinted at history between our boys in this one! i’ve also decided to stop giving you the whole “this chapter features a grumpy/upset/sad Harry” thing because, well... they all do!

Malfoy’s snarky banter was a match for Ron’s jokes; Pansy’s self-deprecating humour was a match for Harry’s gloom; Blaise’s natural curiosity was a match for Hermione’s thirst for knowledge. It helped that Blaise had gotten dragged along into Ginny and Luna’s bed one night and clearly did not mind the sharing. It had made sense that Greg Goyle, as it turns out, had a personality of his own and was incredibly funny — which meant that, after the Thomas/Finnigan/Goyle alliance was formed, mischief and riotous laughter were guaranteed at any and every occasion.

Neville and Theo were clearly orbiting around each other too, though not quite daring to touch just yet. Millie and the Patils had, too, formed an alliance, only this one was based on the consumption of tea and biscuits and the practice of Divination and Astrology. To be absolutely fair, all the way back then there was also something going on with Pansy, Ron and Hermione that made Harry a little ill when he thought of it, so he tries not to. His point is, post Eighth Year life featured a lot more Slytherins than Harry had imagined it would. It wasn’t a bad thing.

read chapter 4 on ao3

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Aeternus Solem: Sixteenth of December

please don't hate me but i am really just stringing you along for another couple of days... metaphorically you're a cat and i am dangling a wee piece of string in front of you just out of your reach, sorry 

Harry realises it’s a dream just as Pansy is giving him the tour of the Penthouse, pointing out ridiculous interior design details like the gold snake shaped lamps on the hallway sideboard, or the perfect — if half sized — replica of Michelangelo’s David, or the bar cart that very obviously belonged in an actual bar and not in a house owned by three 20 year olds. He knows it is a dream because Blaise and Draco had been out when Pansy gave him the tour. “I’ve sent the boys for champagne and oysters,” she’d said, “because tonight, we feast like kings, Harry darling.” And he knows it’s a dream because just as she says it, a devious smile shaping her dark purple lips, Harry spots Draco sitting in his emerald green velvet armchair in the living room.

Draco smiles when he locks eyes with Harry — a smile so out of place and so unlike Draco that it turns Harry’s stomach; a sad, soft smile that doesn’t reach his eyes — and says, very slowly, “good evening, Auror Potter.”

chapter 16 is here

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Aeternus Solem: Fourteenth of December

me @ my pals who have been hyping me up about this chapter for weeks: it’s sad wank day!!!!

me @ everyone else: ... unless your vibe is “sad and horny” you may wanna sit this one out (read the notes, please)

As he lies in bed, still an hour or two before he’s really meant to be awake, Draco is all he can think about. The sun shines through the tall windows, a welcome breeze rustles the soft sheer curtains, and Harry thinks of Draco. Of that first day he saw him, when he was still weirdly cheerful and snarky, despite everything.

Draco lying in his soft, white bed, against so many pillows. Draco and his god damned tanned skin and golden hair falling in his eyes. Draco in his tiny little navy shorts and his tight white t-shirt. His lips, chapped and dehydrated, his long fingers, twisted against the sheets and he can’t help but think that he knows what those lips feel like against his, how good those fingers feel like in him—

Fuck.

click here for chapter 14