This is a preview for my @yoilitmag fic! Make sure to check out all of the great fic and beautiful artwork featured in this issue! (And yes, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to write a little Chris too!)
Text:
“You should ask him to dance, Leroy.”
JJ spun around, mortified. “What do you mean?”
Chris raised his eyebrows at him. “You’ve been watching him all evening. I’m sure he would dance with you if you asked.”
“I — um —“
“You guys have gotten close while he’s been in Canada, haven’t you?”
He could feel himself blushing. Why did Chris want to know this stuff? Chris and Yuri weren’t even friends. “Yeah.”
“It’s been two years since Isabella left, hasn’t it?”
JJ bit his lip and nodded. He didn’t like thinking about that low point of his life.
Chris slung his arm around JJ’s shoulders. “Have you dated anyone since then?”
“No.” He shook his head, embarrassed.
“It’s him, isn’t it?”
He let out a long sigh. “It’s been him for longer than I care to admit.”
“I thought so.” Chris gave JJ’s shoulders a squeeze.
“Do you think he knows?”
Chris laughed. “Yuri is a bit of an idiot when it comes to relationships. Look at the string of boys he’s dated. He doesn’t go after anyone who could actually make him happy.”
JJ didn’t miss the silent implication that he could make Yuri happy. His heart soared. “I want to tell him tonight.”
Romance, humor, angst, slow burn, pwp, within canon, canon divergent
Will not create works that contain:
Rape/noncon, stripper/rentboy/prostitute au
-- Podfic --
Auction ID: 52
Will create works for the following relationships:
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (MCU)
Work Description:
I will record up to 10,000 words of a fanfic of your choice (if not written by bid winner, I will need to obtain author permission). I will record, edit, and mix the podfic with music. I have no problem recording text of an explicit nature. Please listen to my sample podfics if you are curious as to my skill level.
Ratings: Teen, Mature, Explicit
CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK
The auction runs from October 21 (12 AM ET) to October 27 (11:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!
Rating: Gen
Board Position(or card image): Felix Felicis
Prompt: Writer's Choice - odd roll 204 words - even roll 402
Word Count: 402
Summary: Harry spends New Year’s Eve with the Malfoy family.
Title: Pass the Salt
Author: Ashii Black
"Pass the salt."
Harry watched as Draco Levitated the salt to his father, who plucked it out of the air and did nothing with it.
"Er."
"Eloquent as always, Potter." Draco poked his plate with his fork.
Harry glared at Draco. It was his idea to come here for New Year's Eve dinner. "Thanks again for inviting me, Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa's lips tightened into a firm smile. "Of course. We want to get to know Draco's new boyfriend."
Lucius made a disdainful sound in his throat. Narcissa shot a look of warning at him and turned back to Harry. "And please, call me Narcissa."
"Right." Harry took a bite of the turkey. "The food is delicious."
"After several years we managed to find a house elf that can cook a decent meal." Lucius stabbed at his plate with his fork. Harry had a sinking feeling he was picturing it was him.
After another awkward pause, Narcissa turned to her son. "Draco, your hair is getting quite long. Do you need me to cut it?"
Draco shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "Harry likes it like this."
Two pairs of eyes turned to Harry who wanted nothing more than to hide under the table. Draco had insisted on dinner with his parents since they'd spent Christmas at the Burrow. Surely, it hadn't been this awkward for Draco.
He cleared his throat. "Draco can do whatever he likes with his hair."
"I'm so glad my son has permission from the Boy Who Lived to cut his hair whenever he wants." Lucius polished off his glass of wine and poured himself another very full glass.
Harry opened his mouth to retort but Draco reached over and squeezed his hand. He turned and looked at Draco's pleading expression and softened. Draco's parents were prats but Draco was his prat.
He racked his brain to come up with a topic of conversation that wouldn't result in a snide comment. "Mr. Malfoy, I hear you're assisting with the expansion of Diagon Alley."
"Yes, we've almost completely leveled Knockturn Alley."
"Do you have any storefronts purchased?"
He nodded and even the table seemed to relax as Lucius launched into a lengthy description of the various business owners preparing to move into the new location.
Perhaps the rest of the evening would be manageable. Plus, Harry would definitely get a midnight kiss from the man he loved.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
One more drabble for @gameofdrarry !
Rating: Teen
Board Position(or card image): Honeydukes
Prompt: Drarry + Secret Admirer AND Drarry + Chocolate
Word Count: 999
Summary: Draco waits for his secret admirer to come. Harry keeps him company.
Title: Romance at the Roasted Bean
Author: Ashii Black
Draco looked around the coffee shop, trying not to play with his sleeves. The mysterious man sending him gifts and letters was supposed to be here. He glanced at the note again.
Rating: Mature
Board Position(or card image): Bonus Floo
Prompt: 489 to 563 words - DRARRY + why is the sword of Gryffindor on the ceiling
Word Count: 550
Summary: Harry and Draco have never made a sword fly to the ceiling before.
Title: Unsheathed
Author: Ashii Black
You can also read it on AO3!
Harry shoved Draco to the couch and climbed on top of him. He pressed their mouths together into a messy kiss, then reached down to undo Draco's trousers.
"Merlin, Harry, what's the rush?" Draco gasped as Harry curled his fingers around his prick.
"I need you." Harry began moving his hand. It had been <i>far</i> far too long since they'd been intimate.
Draco threw his head back and let out a moan. Harry watched as Draco slowly unraveled, his cheeks pink, hair messy. He bent down and took Draco's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head.
"Fuck, Harry." Draco threaded his fingers through Harry's hair and pushed his head down further.
He took in a breath through his nose, then pushed Draco's cock deeper down his throat, trying to take him to the base.
"Fuck yes." Draco began to move his hips, thrusting up into Harry's mouth.
He could tell Draco was getting close. Harry ran his fingers down Draco's thighs and along his perineum, pressing a finger gently to his entrance.
Draco squeezed Harry's hair in warning and let out a half sob as he came down Harry's throat. Suddenly, there was a loud thunk behind them. Harry spun around, Auror instincts kicking in. Nothing.
"What was that?" Harry wiped his mouth and looked at the inconspicuous doorway.
"Ngh." Draco didn't seem to care. His eyes were closed and he looked like the definition of ecstasy.
"I'm going to try to find where that noise came from." Harry frowned and began to search the room. The fireplace looked fine, as well as everything on his bookshelf.
"Er, should that be there?"
Harry turned and saw Draco pointing at the ceiling. The Sword of Gryffindor was stuck flat to the ceiling directly above Draco. He squinted at it. "No. Definitely not."
"Do you think it's going to attack me?" Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the sword.
His heart began to beat faster. "I don't think so. It got pulled up to the ceiling when you, um--"
"When I <i>came</i>." Draco smirked but his eyes didn't break contact with the ceiling.
Harry tried to Summon the sword and then an Unsticking spell with no luck. Draco seemed content to lay on the couch under the sword, apparently still blissed out from his orgasm.
"Do you have any ideas about how to take it down?"
Draco shrugged. "Not a clue. I didn't even know you still had that thing."
"I keep it in my trunk. Just as a memory. It'll go to a Gryffindor who needs it someday." Harry crossed his arms, glaring at the sword.
"You know, it flew up there when I came. What if it'll come down if <i>you</i> come?" Draco looked up at Harry with a mischievous grin.
"You want to have sex under a sword?"
Draco looked back up at the sword. "It doesn't look like it'll hurt us. Plus, I really want to fuck you."
Harry tried to look casual but his cock sticking out from his trousers betrayed him. "I <i>guess</i> we could fuck."
"Get over here."
He gave one last suspicious glance to the sword, which seemed to glint smugly back at him. He shrugged. With Draco, he was willing to take the chance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I finally posted my piece for @otayuriseasonszine!! Thanks again for letting me be a part of this amazing project!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva, Potya | Puma Tiger Scorpion
Additional Tags: Injury, Injury Recovery, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Beltane, Nightmares, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Yuri doesn't want anyone to know just how upset he is after his injury. Fortunately, Otabek knows exactly what to do.
