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Drarry Fic Rec: Part Eleven

Find a new place to be from by @oflights 47,626 words, E

Something is wrong with Malfoy Manor, and it’s driven Draco into the Muggle world. Thankfully, Harry is now on the case. A story about houses that haunt you and homes built for two.

House Proud by @astolat 23,112 words, M

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by @waspabi 57,582 words, E

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

You guessed it: this set features magical houses. All of these stories include very mild horror and scary old homes filled to the brink with ghosts, bloody roses or creeping shadows — but also with Draco and Harry, trying to save each other and falling in love in the meantime.

'Find a new place to be from’ is hilarous and soft and just a tiny bit spooky. 'House Proud' is gorgeous and catches that old magic feeling; something creaking on the stairway, something breathing on your neck. 'Stately Homes of Wiltshire' features grumpy ghost and a grumpier Draco. Whats not to love?

Also as a final little treat: here are some magic-house-stories, but without any spooky stuff. Just Grimmauld Place setting Harry up: Etched, Curled, Stationed by @tepre 1,769 words, T

The day Draco Malfoy turned 21 was the day that 12 Grimmauld Place had decided, with all the grand and pointed fanfare that a house could manage, that it was him that was its rightful owner.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @firethesound 11,766 words, E

Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

That was it. So, Enjoy!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Have you read Matchmaker, Matchmaker (Red vs Blue)?

Yes, I am/was in the fandom

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Voting ended onSep 17, 2024

Summary: Upon moving in with his father and Agent Washington, Junior assumes they're already dating. Upon learning this is not true, he quickly convinces his Aunt Carolina to help him change that.

Author: @secretlystephaniebrown

Note from submitter: I said "we so back" and then proceed to send a bunch of fics for another fandom, so I will send a little fluff now, lmao

[virtie333]

Tell me about Matchmaker, Matchmaker!

One of my favorite shorts! And one of my most popular! I loved writing from BB-8's POV!

The title came from one of my favorite musicals!

I had to take advantage of the fact that there is a 'Matchmaker BB-8' tag on AO3!

Here's a snippet from Matchmaker, Matchmaker:

“Rey!” he shouted in alarm. Mistress Rey spun around, her expression startled. “Poe?” Suddenly, her eyes went wide. She dropped down so her upper body was underneath the surface of the water. “Poe!” she gasped. “What are you doing?” Master Poe had stopped, his mouth agape as he realized that Mistress Rey was not clothed. He looked down at her neatly folded clothing on the rock in front of him, then looked back out at Rey in the water. His body slumped slightly. “BB-8, I’m going to disassemble you,” he said softly without looking back. BB-8 ducked further back into the brush. “I’m sorry,” Master Poe told Mistress Rey. “I was told you were hurt.” “Hurt?” she responded. “I’m certainly not hurt.” She sounded cross. Master Poe reacted to her tone, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I can see that.” They stared at each other for a moment. BB-8 noted that the double moons had risen over the treeline and were making the water and everything in it, including Mistress Rey, glow. Finally, she said, “Would you please turn around?” “Why?” Master Poe asked, his tone amused. “So, I can get my clothing and get dressed.” Master Poe gestured toward the pile at his feet. “Be my guest.” With a huff, Mistress Rey argued. “Not with you watching me.” Master Poe shrugged. “I know you’ve bathed with Finn before. You shouldn’t be shy in front of me.” “I… he… I’m never completely naked with him,” she stuttered. “Besides, he’s like my brother!” “And I’m not?” Mistress Rey remained silent, her expression irritated. Finally, she took a deep breath and stood, the water sluicing off of her upper body, and began to walk toward the shore. Toward Master Poe.

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[waitingona-mirabel]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker | Doorbell

The potluck had actually gone really well! Not that Mirabel was worried. Papá knew what he was doing. And Isabela, annoyingly enough, also knew what she was doing. Mirabel had no reason to doubt them. The only thing she’d really been concerned about was the possibility of accidentally messing something up herself.

But instead she’d walked away with one successful campaign event done and also some new information about her cousin, Dolores... that she was very much trying to meet someone this cuffing season. 

Mirabel didn’t think she knew all that much about dating— she’d never had an actual partner before, and she had only just figured out why it had never clicked for her with boys— but it was all just a bit of silly fun, swiping through Lo’s Tinder. And it was one of those moments when she was so happy that she was out now. She didn’t have to overthink the way she talked about everyone she saw, to try and figure out what it was that other girls were seeing in boys.

“Oooh, already found one of the other Board candidates!” Mirabel giggled, turning the phone around to show Lo. 

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@haveyoumet-dolores

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