Rules: write the last line from a wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post! I was tagged by @bluesundaycake - thank you so much!! 🖤
I had to bend the rules a little and give y’all two sentences, because I felt like just doing that last one wouldn’t be enough context. 😂 This is from my @hd-fangfest prompt WIP, which I’m...very excited about. 😈
They couldn't very well laud the fact that they had the Boy Who Lived on their team if he was one of the undead, now could they? How awful for them.
There’s no way I can tag that many people, lol! So I’m gonna go with @veelawings, @peachpety, @the-starryknight, @evaeleanor, @nv-md, and @p1013. No pressure whatsoever if you don’t want to!
So I’ve recently gotten into HP and have fallen in love with the Draco/Ron ship but it’s such a tragically rare ship! It’s quite hard to find Dron content, but luckily I have found you! I’ve become obsessed with your work! You’re doing the lord’s work, bless you 🥲
Oh my god, what a lovely message to wake up to! Thank you so much!! 🖤🖤🖤 I’m so happy that you’ve enjoyed. They’ve been my OTP for literally forever, so the more people I can bring into the ship, the better, haha.
I’ve also recced quite a few Dron works here, if you haven’t had a chance to take a look yet. 😘 Definitely let me know if I can try to find you anything specific, though!
#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
Fun Meta Asks for Writers
Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂
Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.
So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.
AT LEAST
NOT UNTIL TODAY
YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.
FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.
Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...
Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:
Fred Lives AU
The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology
The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)
Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)
Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)
Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy
Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)
Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo
Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion
So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around
The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)
Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private
After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)
They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘
Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)
In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:
NC-17 (smut incoming!)
Technology circa 2005
Phone sex
Semi-public sex
Sex toys
Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)
Crack taken way too seriously
Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...
HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.
Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.
Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.
He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.
"Is he coming, then?"
Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.
"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.
"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.
Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."
Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.
At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.
"Parkinson?"
She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"
"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"
The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.
"Whatever for?"
Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.
To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.
She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.
Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.
Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.
He hit call.
Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.
Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"
Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.
"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."
"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."
"I know."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."
So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.
"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."
"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."
Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.
Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"
"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."
Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."
Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"
"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."
"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"
A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"
The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.
When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"
Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.
Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.
Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."
Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"
"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."
Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.
"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.
Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."
"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.
"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"
Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.
"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.
"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.
Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"
"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."
"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.
"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."
Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.
"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."
Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.
"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."
Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.
"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.
"Would I want to what ― oh."
Oh.
Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.
"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."
Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.
"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"
"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."
"Terribly clever, this one."
A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.
"Occupied!"
He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.
"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.
"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."
"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"
Another frustrated turn of the door handle.
"It's a single."
"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"
Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"
"Your dildo, Weasley."
The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.
"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."
"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.
"Eager, are we?"
"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."
Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."
Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.
"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.
"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.
Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.
Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"
"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."
Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.
Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.
"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.
Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.
"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.
"Yes, gods."
Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.
Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.
"Talk to me, Weasley."
Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.
"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.
Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.
"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"
"Oh, we're well acquainted."
"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.
Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.
Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.
Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.
"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.
Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"
"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."
"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"
"Fucking hell, Malfoy."
At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.
"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping.
Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.
The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.
"I liked that. A lot."
Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."
Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?
Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.
"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"
"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."
"You too, Malfoy."
Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.
The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.
@sitp-recs, I’m terribly late, but this looked way too fun, so I had to join in. Fair warning, y’all, not everything here is Drarry, or even HP (I am a prolific rarepair shipper/multi-fandomer, and Dron is my OTP 😂), so I’ve added the fandoms and pairings below as well. All of these (and many more!) can also be found on my ficshelf! It was so hard to pick these as it was, I couldn’t help but point you in the right direction for all the ones I (sadly, unfortunately) had to cut from the list, lol.
Anyway, thank you so much for running this tag meme, @sitp-recs! It’s been amazing seeing everyone’s recs and discovering new fics! 🖤
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A Weasel in the Hamptons by @peachpety
HP | Ron/Draco | NC-17 | 15k
I don’t quite know if this counts, because I believe we’d already been speaking before this??? 😂 But of course, being that I’m the mod for Ron/Draco Fest, I knew who was writing for this prompt of mine, and thus we dispensed with the formalities in private, haha! It was a great experience, and I was so overjoyed to see the results in the end. So happy to have met you, love! 😘 Hope you’re well!
• Free Space:
The Pizzaria: A Sordid Tale of Destiny, Evil and Garlic by Mad_Maudlin
HP | Ron/Draco | PG-13 | 36k
A Dron/crack!fic staple, honestly, and I just couldn’t make a favorites list without it!
• A fic you’ve gushed about irl:
Runway by @candawrites
HP | Ron/Draco | R | 15k
• A fic you associate with a place:
Archipelago by Mad_Maudlin
HP | Ron/Draco | NC-17 | 18k
I just have a very distinct visual memory of reading this fic for the first time: sitting on the couch in my mom’s living room, the sun setting outside. (I was visiting for her bday, I believe???) I think of that moment every time I see the title.
• A fic that made you gasp out loud:
clutched your life and wished it kept by @glitteringvoids
HP | Ron/Draco | R | 110K
• A fic you found at the right time:
Howlr by @partialtopotter
HP | Draco/Harry | NC-17 | 47k
I got really sick in summer 2018. I know I’ve talked about it on here a million times at this point, so I won’t dwell. But I ended up finding and reading this fic the following March, and it reawakened my love of fic and fandom that had been lost over the previous months while I was dealing with everything. I hadn’t been reading or writing at all in all that time, and I ended up reading this whole thing in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down! It just made me feel so good, after a long time of not feeling anywhere near good.
• A fic that you would read fic of:
In the Garden After Dark by @the-starryknight
HP | Draco/Harry | R | 3.5k
I just need more of this universe and Draco’s Illusion magic. 😍
• A fic that made you laugh out loud:
Why Parvati Patil Must Die by hull1984
HP | Ron/Draco | PG-13 | 39k
• A fic with a line (or two) that you’ve memorized by heart:
Hail to the King by Mad_Maudlin
HP | Ron/Zacharias, Ron/Zacharias/Draco | NC-17 | 5k
• A fic that gave you butterflies:
The Electric Fizzing Prick Pistols, or Whatever by whitmans_kiss
HP | Sirius/Remus | PG-13 | 3.8k
• A fic that embodies something that you value in life:
Luna Lovegood: Wank Coach for the Long-Since Deceased by yrfrndfrnkly
HP | gen | PG-13 | 9.8k
This was another difficult category to choose for. Not that I don’t think any fics I’ve read display good values! Of course they do! But I have this weird issue where I don’t, like...project? at all??? So sometimes it’s hard for me to recognize these things in what I read. But eventually I realized it had to be this fic, because I just love the carefree way Luna lives her life here, her job helping people (well, ghosts who could use some sexual release, specifically, but you know), and the wonderful friends she surrounds herself with.
• A favorite AU:
Quibbler Unsolved by Leontina
HP | Draco/Harry | PG-13 | 17k
More of a fusion than an AU, but it’s just fantastic!
• A fic you stayed up too late to finish reading:
Grounds for Divorce by @tepre
HP | Draco/Harry | NC-17 | 122k
• A fic that made you feel seen:
Taste the Rainbow by @maraudersaffair
HP | Ginny/Pansy | PG-13 | 639
Would you tell us about why you love your OTP? What's your favorite thing you've written about them?
What a lovely ask! Thank you so much! 🖤🖤🖤
How do I love Ron/Draco? Let me count the ways. 😂 They’ve been my OTP for half my life at this point, so I often find myself so entrenched that I can’t exactly form words to describe why I love this ship so much. (I’m just not good at that kind of thing in general, haha. When people ask me directly, I just kind of blank out, like uhhhhhh....they’re cool???? LOL) But for you, dear Nonny, I will try.
Ron is probably my favorite character in the whole series. He’s a fiercely loyal friend. Despite always feeling in his siblings’ shadow, he is willing to share and to help out those around him. He’s a strategist; just look at how he plays chess! And I feel he compliments Harry and Hermione’s personalities perfectly.
I love Draco for reasons that are almost as hard to explain as why I love this ship, haha, because a lot of why I love him has to do with how I believe he would’ve grown and matured after the war. We see hints of it throughout canon, but I feel that he really began to see how wrong his upbringing was towards the end, and I think that ability to look at himself and see what’s wrong with the way he thinks (even after being indoctrinated for his whole life) makes him very strong. He’s also very smart and insightful. And he can be goofy, too - look at the Potter Stinks badges and “Weasley is our King”. Mean-spirited, yes, but a sign of creativity (that I hope he would channel into something less antagonistic later on in life).
Of course, they both have flaws as well, and many more good traits I didn’t mention! But there you go, I did my best, haha.
So, as for why I love them together, I think in much the natural way that Enemies to Lovers scenarios are, it’s about what they can give each other that they’re lacking. After the war, Ron can help Draco laugh again, can show him redemption and loyalty he’s probably never known before. Draco can help Ron see that the world isn’t so much just black and white - that there are shades of gray to everything. And of course, they’re ripe of that banter/bickering thing I love so much.
Right now, my favorite thing I’ve written for them by far is An Inconvenient Attachment. I’m just so incredibly proud of myself for this one. After I got sick three years ago, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever write something this long (or that I love this much) ever again. It was probably more of surprise to me than anyone else that I actually did! 😂
i'd love to hear your brutally honest opinion on Percy/Oliver 👀
UNNNNNFFFF
OKAY
SO
I think it’s a fucking great ship. I really do. I’ve always headcanoned Percy as gay, and I think Oliver would be such an amazing match for him. Not just because they were in the same year at school, but because of their similarities and their differences and what they could offer each other.
HOWEVER
The Flintwood shipping is too strong in me. I have three OTPs, and they are one of them. And despite the fact that I’m a rarepair lover and a multishipper, for some reason I have such a hard time picturing Oliver without Marcus???? I have no idea why, I’ve just gotten into this place with Perciver and Flintwood where I’m like NO ONLY FLINTWOOD. I’m sure I’ll get over it soon, because I really do love Perciver as well, and it’s just so great.
Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
If there is one line or phrase from one of your fics that has stuck with you, or that you hope sticks with readers, what would it be?
This was started by @tackytigerfic, with their list! I was tagged by @skeptiquewrites (list) - thank you so much! 🖤 I am positive most of you have probably been tagged already, but I’m gonna say @veelawings, @peachpety, @pineau-noir, @magpiefngrl, @shiftylinguini, and @aneiria-writes!
I did a horrible job at choosing (seriously, this took me like an hour), so here’s a few. 😂
An Inconvenient Attachment
From Ron's work to his room, Draco was beginning to realize he knew so little about the man he'd been head over heels with for over half his life. It was an alienating feeling, like a spotlight had been hung over his journals in his mind, and the heat of it was starting to burn the pages.
Close second:
Ron gestured as if he was going to say something else, but never did. They caught each other's eyes again, and something happened, though Draco didn't know what. A moment of understanding, of something unspoken. The waves below swelled with the music inside, washing over them as they breathed, nothing between them but air for the first time in their lives.
Ron licked his lips, and Draco followed the movement with his eyes. He got the sudden urge to kiss him, stronger than he'd ever felt before. He wanted to push him back in the chair and straddle him, grind down against him until they both gasped for breath. He imagined the scrape of stubble, a love bite sucked onto his neck, the sound of Ron moaning on an endless loop.
There was a cry from inside, followed by laughter. The spell of the night effectively shattered, leaving bits of broken dreams around them. Draco suddenly felt the weight of Ron's hand on his arm, the heat of his gaze, and of their legs pressing between them.
And dear Merlin, he got the feeling that if he stayed there, he might end up making a fool of himself.
In Plain Sight
Draco opened his eyes to a pitch black room. Suffocating and isolating, and he remembered Azkaban, and the fear, the shame, the wand he'd left behind.
But there it was inside him, as if he'd never forgotten it: magic. He felt it trickle through his wand arm, the arm slung over his head, reaching, grasping, and he said the first spell that entered his mind.
"Lumos."
In a moment, the room lit up with a brilliant, blinding light. A moment, a glimpse that stopped his heart and stilled his breath. And in it, he could see Snape's face as he gazed down at him, awe evident in his eyes, just before darkness fell once more. It was only a moment, the briefest suggestion of what he was still capable of ― but it was all that he needed.
The First Christmas
He arrived in the kitchen to find James in his pajamas and seated at the table, his eyes staring unblinkingly ahead of him. It took a moment for Sirius to realize that he hadn't discovered a body; that James was alive, breathing, sitting upright. He surveyed the rest of the room and found nothing particularly amiss. There were fresh logs in the furnace, but they hadn't been lit. On the counter, an open tea tin sat next to the empty kettle. No Death Eaters, no destruction.
He hesitated, then lowered his wand, furrowing his brow. "What are you doing?"
James startled. Even when he turned to him, Sirius could see his eyes were glazed. He blinked, then picked his glasses up from the table and pushed them onto his nose. There was a very long beat in which they stared into each other's eyes, and Sirius thought James might not have recognized him, until he finally spoke:
"Couldn't sleep. You?"
Sirius clutched the doorframe tight in one hand, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as it gradually slowed. "Yeah."
Requiem, Rebirth
"Do you want to talk about it?"
That's what Harry had asked him, the night Ron had shown up on his doorstep, all he could gather of his belongings stuffed into the trunk at his side. The torrential downpour had caught him by surprise when he'd Apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place, and he hadn't made it under the awning in time. He reckoned he looked about as shitty as he felt, standing there drenched from head to toe, dripping a steady stream of rainwater onto the welcome mat.
Full circle! 🙏
Harry stopped and turned back, hanging half off the stairs leading up to the corridor, his hand resting on the doorframe. His demeanor was light and casual, traces of a playful smile hanging on his lips. It took one solid beat for him to see that something was amiss. And when he did, he anxiously adjusted his glasses, fixing his best friend with a concerned expression. The look almost made Ron decide against it. Pretend he'd forgotten what he was going to say. Brush it off for another time, maybe when they were drunk, maybe when he wouldn't be worrying that Harry wasn't going to take it as well as he'd anticipated. Almost.
I also think the idea that George married Fred’s Yule Ball date (and possible SO for a bit there, who knows) after he died is like...super not cool???? Angelina doesn’t strike me as a “any twin will do, idc” kind of person, and I just don’t see George being down for that either. JKR, like c’mon. Really?
So sometimes I feel like if you’re gonna do a Fred!Lives, it’s almost better to pair George with Lee??? And then Fred’s free to be with Angelina if you want, someone else if not. Just makes more sense to me that his brother wouldn’t want to go for his ex - but that’s just imho. Or even if Fred isn’t alive, it’s still better to do George/Lee...
But all that is to say I’m not opposed to Fred/Lee either! I’ll read any of it, tbh, just...yeah. Some thoughts I sometimes have about the whole canon side of it.
Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
