the gift that keeps on giving - HP Rec Fest
the gift that keeps on giving by the_invisibility_bloke Teddy/Draco/Harry Rated: E. Words: 13,000. Polyamory M/M/M, Cross-Generation Relationship, Mutual Pining, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Teddy Lupin, Diabolical Power Bottom Who Used to Top and is Making a Comeback (You-Guessed-It) Draco, POV Harry Potter Prompt Day 31: the most recent fic you loved Ahem, allow me just to copypaste some excerpts from my enthusiastic comments to the author...
CURATED COMMENTS BY SIOBHAN HAZEL: THE WRITING?! The humour?! The artistry! <--good writing is my kink The relationship dynamics and development?! SWEETHEART TEDDY!! Feral for thiiiiis. Them all on the sofa!! Draco and Harry being competitive! Then you hit me with the feeeeels I swear I was exhausted and half-sick when I started reading this but have BEEN REVIVED by the glory that is this fic. THIS FIC HEALED MEEEE.
Ahem. Yes, I drag my vowels when feral. But really, this fic is so much fun and smutty and sexy and cute. I wanna wrap up Teddy and let Drarry give him all the good lovin' and special treatment. (if that involves a little smut, who am I to deny Teddy?) Excerpt (these paragraphs rated T):
“You helped them control the spontaneous morphing, yeah?” “Yeah, well. That was the job.” “Ted.” Harry looks him in the eye, forces him to hold it. “You taught kids who never studied magic to control wandless magic.” Teddy ducks his head. “I suppose.” Not enough. “Sweetheart.” Harry waits for the flash of hazel. “That’s incredible. You’re incredible.” The kid, honest to god, blushes. Intrusive thought: it suits him. Malfoy saves him. “Is that what you’d like to do, long term?” Teddy wrinkles his nose, shifting freckles. “Actually… I think I’d like to teach Transfiguration.” “At Hogwarts?” Malfoy slants a glance at Harry. “Yeah. Eventually.” Harry smiles. “I’d see you every day.” “Yeah.” Teddy stares into Harry’s soul. And then, because that’s quite enough of that, he turns to Malfoy, glint in his eye, cobalt swimming towards silver. “And what are you working on, sir?” Insider smiles make the rounds, Harry piously ignores what sir does to the fit of his trousers, and Malfoy pretends to roll his eyes. Like the ponce doesn’t preen on attention. God knows how someone with an ego the size of his Gringotts vault fell into a gig he literally can’t speak about. Malfoy squints at the Bordeaux in his hand, swirling legs up the crystal. Preening. “Guess and I’ll give you a prize.” Ted tweaks an eyebrow and sucks the lip ring between his teeth and that, truly, should break at least three indecency laws. “Cross-breeding doxies with nifflers?”
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