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sweet-s0rr0w · 6 months

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Vintage Drarry Fics

Thought I'd put together a list of some of the old Drarry 'classics' of my teenage years, for anyone interested. All posted between 2001-2006, compiled using my (bad) memory, a lot of googling, fanlore.org and numerous different LJ rec accounts (including the incredible @capiturecs). I checked as best I could, but if anyone knows of any fics that their author doesn't want to be shared, please let me know and I will of course remove.

Please also note that these fics are of their era, when attitudes may have been different, and they may not all be grammatically perfect. I haven't reread all, as my own tastes have changed, but most importantly do note that they may not be tagged - don't blame me when, for example, Harry dies tragically on a rooftop at sunrise...

Hogwarts Era (mostly 5th-7th year)

A Thousand Beautiful Things by Duinn Fionn/geoviki (M, 105k)

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

All Bets Are Off by Allegra (R, 53k)

I am SICK of Good-little-innocent!Harry...Enter Playboy!Harry and his Overinflated Ego, a challenge, a bet, a couple of Really Cunning Plans - and there you have it, "Forty days and forty nights", Hogwarts style. Mayhem ensues!

Angels and Devils by beren (E, 52k)

Harry defeated Voldemort and his act of heroism is famous throughout the wizarding world. He's trying to finish his final year at Hogwarts in peace, but, thanks to the method he chose to destroy The Dark Lord, something peculiar is happening to him, something he never would have expected. It's all rather embarrassing and making his life very complicated.

Artful Facade by Sky Sorceress (T, 66k)

Sometimes you fly too close to the sun and lose your wings. With sixth year approaching, the danger Harry seeks can be found only in the form of Draco Malfoy. What follows is a twist in the line between hatred, love, and need.

Beautiful World by Cinnamon/Lissadiane (M, 70k)

Harry finds out he's going to die on his 16th birthday. He embarks on a journey of self-destructive behaviour and drags Draco along for the ride.

Beneath You by Cinnamon/Lissadiane (M, 113k)

Draco had no idea that the repercussions of stealing Potter's journal and shoving it down the back of his trousers would be so extreme.

Bond by AnnaFugazzi (M, 173k)

It seems 95% of H/D writers feel compelled to write a "Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Unlikely Stuff Happens That Leads To Twoo Wuv" story. Count me among the 95% ;)

Checkmate by Naadi Moonfeather (T, 245k)

Draco has the perfect plan to get Harry Potter and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind?

The Cicatrix Cycle by Ivy Blossom (NC-17, long!)

Three parts: Origins, Haven, Belong

Draco In Darkness by Plumeria (T, 41k)

Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight. After Harry elbows his way into Draco's dark world, both boys find themselves in a strange new friendship, and they each learn new ways to see each other … and themselves.

Eclipse by PhoenixSong/Mijan (T, 287k)

"You're dead, Potter... I'm going to make you pay..." Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But, when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Friend Like Me by Lady Vader (M, 11k)

Draco's rendition of the love story that never was.

How Harry Potter Got His Groove Back by Durendal/Eleveninches (R, 12k)

Snape tries to hang himself, Draco enters an alternate reality, and Harry Gets a Clue. Humor, SLASH, naughty language, and other Evil Things. Harry/Draco, Snape/James/Lucius.

Irresistible Poison by Rhysenn (PG-13, 124k)

Under the influence of a love potion, Draco learns that poison doesn't always bring death -- there are other ways to suffer and live. Chemical emotion runs feverish as Harry and Draco discover the intoxication of love.

Lettered by pir8fancier (M, 7.8k)

Harry has a secret penpal, whose identity is as plain as the nose on his face. Except he's not wearing his glasses.

Love Under Will by Aja (R, 116k)

In their 5th year, Harry and Draco choose to be with one another; but the story--and the battle-- is just beginning...

playing the game, living the lie by Abaddon (R, 159k)

Set in Sixth Year, both the wizarding and Muggle worlds are threatened as Voldemort plans a final revenge. Past, present and future collide as all must consider where their loyalties lie; who they are, and who they want to be. Amidst it all, Harry and Draco begin a dangerous journey of understanding. Is it possible to leave everything you thought you were behind?

Resolution by Frances Potter (R, 322k)

When you've spent six years fighting evil, all you really want is a quiet time. But when your name is Harry Potter the chances of that are very slim. A series of vignettes chronicling Harry's final six months at Hogwarts. Exams, friends, lovers, Quidditch, the war and Draco all conspire to make the year end seem a very long way away.

Seamus is Seamus and You are Yourself by Ari Munami (PG-13, 31k)

Harry goes through some er... changes in his Sixth Year and everyone, including Draco Malfoy, sits up and takes notice.

Snakes and Lions by GatewayGirl (M, 139k)

When Ron and Hermione get together, they notice only each other. A nightmare prompts Harry to return alone to the empty Chamber of Secrets, and leads to a new look at an old enemy. Harry enjoys the company, but with Bellatrix Lestrange actively hunting him, how far can he trust a Death Eater's son?

Something Impossible by epicylical/Cassandra Claire (PG, 6.4k)

As punishment for an act of vandalism, Draco is forced to perform three tasks to win Harry's forgiveness - only they don't turn out to be exactly the kind of tasks he'd been expecting. With wet shirtless Draco, paint-covered Harry, and Proust-reading Goyle.

Transformation by amalin (E, 98k)

In Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, he must face the consequences of the attack on the Department of Mysteries and the effects of Voldemort's return. And in doing so, he finds that even your enemies can teach you valuable lessons—about the world, and about yourself.

Walking the Line by SilentAuror (E, 179k)

Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.

Post-Hogwarts

Adagio in G Minor by furiosity (NC-17, 18k)

Seven years after Hogwarts and the war, life continues in the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is rich, bored, and slightly jaded. Harry Potter is famous, busy, and somewhat disillusioned. They've not seen each other since school ended. What would happen if they were to cross paths again? What if it involved music?

Big Dick, Come Quick [PDF] by Calanthe (NC-17, 204k)

Draco’s got a theory. About sex. And after much searching for the right candidate, it appears that only Harry Potter, his life long enemy, can help him test it out.

Draco's Escort Service by Cheryl Dyson/dysonrules (15, 12k)

Draco's job is to escort travelers through the dangerous, war-torn countryside. Harry Potter is forced to hire him, but his destination isn't quite what Draco expected.

Left My Heart by Emma Grant (E, 85k)

Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him.

Malfoy, P.I. by Nancy (R, 60k)

"I'm Draco Malfoy, private investigator. I've seen a lot--I mean a lot, and I'm like sweet seventeen a lot. I thought I'd seen it all, until a pair of green eyes stepped into my office." A noir AU set in L.A. where passion and magic collide. Slashy and sexy.

Queen of Hearts by scoradh (E, 65k)

A spectre is haunting Harry - the responsibility of his destiny. It looms over his future and, more importantly, over the future of his friends. Harry is determined to exorcise this spectre for the greater good, but on the way, he enters into a few unholy alliances.

Tissue of Silver by fearlessdiva (R, 76k)

A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf.

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by November Snowflake (M, 58k)

When the long-missing Draco Malfoy turns up at a Ministry field hospital with amnesia, bitter Auror Harry Potter must confront the shadows of their shared past to shed light on a potentially deadly mystery.

Transfigurations by Resonant (E, 71k)

Five years after Voldemort's defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts.

#drarry #fic recs #vintage drarry fics #loved putting this together #blast from the past

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post-uwuifer · 3 months

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Would you UwU the first chapter of My Immortal?

Hewwo!! :3 my name is Ebony Dawk'ness Dementia Waven Way and I have wong ebony bwack haiw (dat’s how I got my name) with puwpwe stweaks and wed tips dat weaches my mid-back and icy bwue eyes wike wimpid teaws and a wot of peopwe teww me I wook wike Amy Wee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da heww out of hewe!! OwO). I'm not wewated to Gewawd Way but I wish I was because he's a majow fucking hottie. I'ma vampiwe but my teeth awe stwaight and white!! :3 I have pawe white skin!! I'm awso a witch, and I go to a magic schoow cawwed Hogwawts in Engwand whewe I'm in da seventh yeaw (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case yoo couwdn’t teww) and I weaw mostwy bwack!! I wuv Hot Topic and Ibuy aww my cwothes fwom dewe. Fow exampwe today I was weawing a bwack cowset with matching wace awound it and a bwack weathew miniskiwt, pink fishnets and bwack combat boots!! :3 I was weawing bwack wipstick, white foundation, bwack eyewinew and wed eye shadow!! I was wawking outside Hogwawts. It was snowing and waining so dewe was no sun, which I was vewy happy about!! A wot of pweps stawed at me. Iput up my middwe fingew at dem!! OwO

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I wooked up. It was... Dwaco Mawfoy!! :0

"What's up Dwaco?" I asked.

"Nothing >///<" he said shywy.

But den, I heawd my fwiends caww me and I had to go away UwU

#this took way too long #shitpost #gimmick blog

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13keithxpidge13 · 11 months

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Back to my AU where Rhaenyra marries Harwin and he watches over his babies whenever Rhaenyra has to go off for her Queenly duties.

Lucerys Targaryen is only a few months old, can't be left alone for long so Harwin tends to him when Rhaenyra is not around. But, lately, Prince Aemond has been sneaking into the newborns chambers and Harwin will watch as he stands on his tippy toes to stare at his newborn son as he sleeps the afternoon away while the rest of the world is awake and abuzz with life outside those double doors.

Prince Aemond, only a year and a few moons old, likes to babble in his own baby language to little Luke who can't understand a word he's saying but flails his tiny arms and kicks his legs around as though he does.

Jacaerys will whine and kick when he catches his uncle inside Luke's room. Harwin scolds him one day and asks him why he doesn't want his uncle Aemond to visit his younger brother and Jacaerys replies with a loud; "'Cause he wan' to steal him!"

Harwin thinks he's overreacting like an elder brother would until he finds Prince Aemond barely holding Luke up in his arms as he walks down the hall while little Luke is wrapped in a blue blanket, his tiny legs wobbling with every step as Harwin almost falls over with how hard he's roaring with his laughter.

"My prince," Harwin chuckles as he picks the two up and Prince Aemond screeches like a little angry dragon when Harwin's son is taken from his arms. "Luke needs to stay in his crib, yes? You wouldn't want your nephew to get hurt, now would you?"

It takes some coercing but Prince Aemond finally permits Harwin to return Luke to his tiny crib and he settles his teeny son back onto his bed as he holds onto his sky blue blankie.

Harwin smiles as he looks down and catches Prince Aemond still staring at little Luke and his son smiles as he catches his uncle's gaze.

"Do you love Luke, Prince Aemond?" Harwin asks.

"Yes!" Prince Aemond immediately gasps out, not even turning away to look at him as he answers, his gaze solely focused on Luke. "I wuv Luke." Harwin chuckles and pats his head.

"I'm glad, Luke loves you too, Prince Aemond," Harwin tells him and Prince Aemond glows so brightly one might think he was trying to imitate the sun. "You know, I think you are Luke's /favorite/ uncle."

Prince Aemond gasps so loudly and slaps his hands over his mouth dramatically before he falls on his butt in complete shock. Then, he slowly turns up to look at Harwin with wide eyes. "...favorite?"

"Yes!" Harwin laughs. "You are Luke's favorite, Prince Aemond."

"Favorite," Prince Aemond repeats and slowly looks over back at Luke and grins. "Favorite. Yes, I'm Luke's favorite! Like you are big sister's favorite!"

Harwin nods, thinking nothing of it. "Exactly, Princess Rhaenyra is my favorite as well."

Prince Aemond claps his hands and laughs like he just discovered something incredible. "Favorite! If I'm Luke's favorite, that means that we are gon' get mawwied!"

Harwin nods again. "Yes! That's exactly-"

And then he stops.

"Wait," He blinks. "Married?"

"Yes! Yes!" Prince Aemond shoots up and grips the bars to Luke's crib before bouncing on his feet. "Mawwied! Luke and I shall be mawwied when we older!"

Harwin is too stunned to stop Prince Aemond from rushing out of the room to inform a Septa of him and his son's future marriage, already planning out where they'll be wed (on Dragonstone, he finds out later) and what Luke will wear (a pretty green emerald dress like the Queen dresses in) and what will be served during the celebratory dinner (lemon cakes, as is little Luke's favorite dessert).

#lucemond #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #lucerys x aemond #jacaerys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #harwin x rhaenyra #harwin breakbones

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synthshenanigans · 10 months

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So I did it

Please use water for this and not the alcoholic liquids this man says entropy a lot

Take a drink/swig for:

-Anytime Heart and Mind insult the other

-Anytime Soul is tired of Heart and Minds shit

-Use of words you dont know the meaning of or didnt know before you heard the song

-That a song ends with "Oh No"

-When a song comes on that was popular on TikTok

-When Tally Hall is mentioned

-A death/suicide lyric

-Every Jekyll & Hyde reference

-Every Chicken Pun (have fun with mucka blucka)

-Everytime another song is referenced via name, lyric or melody (have MORE fun with mucka blucka)

-Anytime Emotion and Logic is said and its synonyms (Emotional, Cognition, Pathos, Logos)

-Anytime he does math or counts

-When his accent is more noticible?

-Mentions of sound or lack of sound (Silence, Silent, Sound, Ring)

-Religious Reference (Just Two Wuv basically)

-Swearing

-Mention of being blind or getting blinded

-Glitches/Stutters (Like Be Born or TSE)

-A Time/Ticking reference

-Mentiond of the weather (clouds, rain)

-Names are said (Juno, Atlus, Harmonia etc.)

-Blues and Greens are mentioned

-References to the Loop

-When he sings a line from the original song (only for the heavily changed ones like Storm and A Spring, THA, TME, TSE. Not NMTK or VoaC or anything)

-Refs to the gun shot (bits like "And right as I/He Missed" or the little "ah" noise from RoE)

If he says any of these words, take a swig:

Entropy, Cacophony, Heart, Mind, Soul, Night, Light, Tridential, Harmony/Harmonies, Sun, Moon, Black, Grey, White, Vessel, Helplessly, Endlessly, Duality, Whole, Dissonance, Whore, Ruler, Host, Deviants, Tandem, Combined, In-Between

Bonus Words for Extra Hydration:

Sky, Gun, Shot, Eyes, Hole, Ground, God, Fool, Walk, Cold, Pit, Cry, Crying, Sing, Singing, Truth, Harsh, Lies, Insane, Trite, Life, Hue, Dream, Spite

#this is only for vol 1 atm #but i actually really need to drink water more so like #might as well make some fun with it #i will attempt this in a minute #will become the piss eclectic #please ignore that last tag #chonny jash

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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Do you have any Angsty (maybe hurt comfort) Drarry fics that have Lucius and Narcissa?

Okay, this made me realize that there are lots of fics with Narcissa but not as many with Lucius! I already have "Includes Draco’s Parents" so I'm adding on to that,

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w (76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Meanwhile, on Level One, ex-Golden Boy Harry Potter is stuck in another interminable policy meeting, completely unaware of the mysterious comings and goings just three floors below. But when a giant snake emergency requires the assistance of a Parselmouth, Harry finds himself thrust, unprepared, into Draco’s weird and wonderful world – and naturally, he can’t keep away…

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (159k)

Draco’s life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it’s simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he’d worked so hard to build, there’s only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

Secrets by Vorabiza (395k)

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. H/D post-HBP ~~Complete~~

Bond by AnnaFugazzi (173k)

Compliant up to OOP. Yet another one of those Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories. Because every HD writer has to write at least one.

Bloody But Unbowed by Lomonaaeren (100k)

Nothing in Harry’s life since the war has gone the way he expected. And now he’s the mediwizard assigned to take care of Lucius Malfoy, of all people. But he’s Harry; he grits his teeth and endures. He won’t allow even Draco Malfoy’s flirting, which he knows is just a joke, to disconcert him.

Bonded Consort by Lomonaaeren (89k)

Nineteen years ago, the Potters betrothed their firstborn child to the firstborn Malfoy child. Eighteen years ago, Voldemort was defeated for good. Seventeen years ago, the Potters changed the contract so that their secondborn child was substituted for their firstborn. Now, Draco Malfoy is trying to work out what happened.

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles (456k)

When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn't as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry's life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry's life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.

Chronological Displacement by bookinit (89k)

In which Harry and Draco have a time-turner accident, and many things go wrong, but a lot of things also go right. Featuring: reptilian bonding night, canon-inaccurate animagus lessons, and a fuck-ton of pining.

aka the fic where Harry finds his family, and fights to keep them.

Kept Man by @drarry (147k)

A downtrodden Harry Potter in a serious dry spell is looking to be a kept man, and a lonely Draco Malfoy responds to his anonymous ad. A perfect storm of lust, scandal, and maybe even love. A Daddy Kink Magnum Opus.

The Marriage of True Minds by Lomonaaeren (204k)

Lucius curses Harry and Draco into a forced marriage. They're only required to live together, not be together, and so they try to date other people. But over time, things change.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

The Sleeping Beauty Curse by who_la_hoop (152k)

When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller (471k, WIP)

In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

The Voldemort Manor by kedavranox (40k)

The Malfoy Manor is a state run museum, renamed The Voldemort Manor by the Ministry for Magic. As part of his probation, Draco is assigned as sole caretaker. When the Manor hosts a series of high class events celebrating the Wizarding World’s fourth Yuletide season Post War, it brings with it a swathe of people Draco hasn’t seen in years; including one, Harry Potter.

In the Shadow of Your Heart by @lqtraintracks (51k)

And thus began the very strange circumstance of their fake dating in public and real fucking in absolute secret. It was, with no comparison, the weirdest relationship Draco had ever been in – which was to say, it wasn't one.

Waiting By An Open Door by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don’t get fairy tale endings, do they?

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaidtales (48k)

When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way.

Foolproof by leontina (14k)

All of Harry's friends have gone away for the winter holidays, so when Draco Malfoy asks Harry if he wants to pretend to date him in order to piss off some bigots at a Malfoy family gathering, how can Harry say no?

Shibboleths by zeitgeistic (109k)

Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his "dog," teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they'll all need Malfoy's knowledge if they want the magical world to survive. The one with the scary things and Professor Dudley.

Silverpoint by @tackytigerfic (8k)

"It seems fairly simple to you, but you know that you don't really understand love - how could you, after all? You've never known how to talk about it, but you've never had to before. Everyone you ended up loving has always understood. You've been able to show them, by fighting for them, dying for them. That seems a bit much- after all, Malfoy just wants tea in bed and his cock in your mouth (not usually at the same time). It's ok to love him, you reason with yourself - he doesn't have to know. No one ever has to know." Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back).

Slithering by astolat (24k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Chasing Draco by dracogotgame (47k)

Draco Malfoy is every suitor's nightmare. His brazen temper and absolute disregard for the personal safety of others has his father in despair. Enter Harry Potter. Based on 'Taming of the Shrew': An epic tale of Harry and Draco's crazy courtship complete with meddling fathers in law, reluctant fiances, annoying best friends and furniture missiles. Let the madness begin.

Appallingly Wrong And Irreparably Broken by Tessa Crowley (26k)

Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.

Paws of Fury by Veritas03 (87k) “Bellow, bluster… your rage is insignificant. No more than the mewing of a kitten. Do not be afraid. He will save you. Calm you. Love you.” Harry has a furry little problem – but Draco’s scent soothes the savage beastie. Will Draco be able to save him when Harry’s world begins to crumble?

The Shadowy Corners by Kedavranox (29k)

Fifteen years after the war, Draco is still struggling to survive. Living in squalor and under heavy Ministry restrictions, Draco takes Pansy’s advice on an option he had never thought to consider before. A means to regain everything he lost and more, courtesy of the wizarding hero –Harry Potter.

#drarry #drarry fic recs #drarry reclist #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #malfoy family #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #my recs

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nebuladreamz · 11 months

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I'm nyot nyowma,Evew time I see a dwaw of sun/moon...

I GO FEWAW >w> ,GOD DAMNYIT,HOW DO YOU DWAM HIM SO GOOD????? EVEW TIME I SEE HOW YOU DWAW SUN/MOON FACES/SMIWES >w> IT'S SO FU-DKWSKSTSWFN-KING GOOD

Man, I wuv youw dwaws,make me want to sawve aww of them

Wov u ♥️

#nebula answers #moots hours #very /lh im gonna fucking grab and shake you gfhjJHGSJHG #garbagechocolate

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swampgallows · 8 months

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hi lovelies. ive been a candy kid since 2004, but unfortunately i haven't been able to go to a rave since feb 2020, as i'm at high risk of severe disability or death if i were to catch the 'vid. in my 3+ years of isolation i've been churning out kandi but have no means of trading it. as you can see my chain of trades is practically full, now weighing almost 5 lbs.

if any of you are up to it, i would really, really love to trade via mail! back in the days of forums, mail trading was pretty common (kanditrade.net comes to mind), but it's been years since i last heard of anyone doing it, so im taking matters into my own hands!!

rules:

you must interact with me in some capacity (im not giving my info to a rando, sorry)

provide some kandi preferences! colors, animals, shapes, themes, etc.

you must be willing to give me a mailing address in the continental US to ship to (i might extend to non-USA if i wuv you lots n lots). please be sure this is a secure address that you regularly access; im not responsible for the package once it leaves my hands.

you must mail me kandi (or other creation) in return. this is a trade, not a giveaway.

when i send my half of the trade, you must send me your half of the trade within 30 days.

other info under cut ⤵

Q: what will i receive in my trade?

anywhere from 1-3 pieces of kandi, glowsticks, and maybe some other goodies (candy/cookies [dietary restrictions permitting], stickers, toys, mix CDs, etc.). your package will be shipped from california and comes from a non-smoking, drug-free home with a short-haired dog.

Q: what can i give you to trade?

kandi, of course! but if you don't make kandi then anything else you have created is welcomed. if you make music/mixes, please at least burn a cd!

kandi i like: singles! halloween colors (black/orange/purple/green), especially bright green. my raver name is rabbit, so i have a lot of kandi with bunnies on it. i also like monsters, stars, suns/moons, glow in the dark, food/fruits, and big chunky shapes.

kandi i do not like: cuffs/"epic"s, perler creations. these are very impressive, but as someone who wears kandi daily i will not be able to wear large pieces like these. also please no drug references or anything sexual.

no, only handmade items please. part of the importance of kandi is that it is a physical object that travels from my hands to yours: this is symbolized by the bridge of linked hands during a trade.

Q: can my half of the trade be digital/online instead?

Q: i can't get to the post office. how do i mail it?

the best way to mail something if you can't get to the post office is:

make an account at usps.com. it is free.

order small flat rate *padded* envelopes or boxes from usps. they are free. i suggest getting the small boxes as they're slightly cheaper to ship than the padded envelopes and you can fit bulkier items inside.

pay for your postage online via usps (click-n-ship). the flat rate boxes have set prices per size, so you wont need to weigh anything. all flat rate pricing is Priority Mail, meaning it comes with free package pickup, tracking, and 1-3 day delivery. if you don't have a printer, they will print you a label and mail it to you for $1.25.

arrange for the package to be picked up with your regular mail delivery. it is free. you will get pickup confirmation and tracking sent to your email.

Q: i want to trade! how do i contact you?

contact me through tumblr messages, discord (if you have me added), or send an email to my url at gmail. if you email me please be sure to include something about kandi in the subject line as well as your tumblr url!

Q. wtf is kandi?

raver friendship bracelets, basically. i've written a primer on kandi here!

#kandi

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rattkween86 · 3 months

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5, 11, 16, 24? wuv you💚

Awwww HI JOZ!! ilysm 🥰🥰 thank you for the ask!!

5. Guilty pleasures? Probably many lol. But I think one I'm sometimes embarrassed about is reality TV. 😅 (Jersey Shore, Wife Swap, old cringe MTV dating shows lmao)

11. What was your childhood dream job? I wanted to be a marine biologist! I love the ocean and learning about different sea creatures ^^

16. When is your birthday? September 26th! (For kicks - Libra Sun, Gemini Moon, Gemini Rising)

24. Your favorite pet name from your partner (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.) Honestly, I don't think I've ever really been called any? Not that I can really remember. 🥲 I think I would like to be "baby" or "love" or something, idk.

#thank u sm for the ask!!#ily joz💕#ask games #moots<3

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maculategiraffe · 1 year

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my sister is trying to kill me she just texted me a video of the baby

sister, singing: you are my...

baby: suh. shi.

sister: my only...

baby: suh. shi.

sister: you make me...

baby: aaaahhh.

sister: when skies are...

baby: gey.

sister: you'll never...

baby: no... dee.

sister: how much I...

baby: wuv... ooo.

sister: please don't take my...

baby: sun... way. *giant grin*

#baby nephew #halp #send paramedics

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cynthffxiv · 7 days

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Cynthia Foxglove

Nickname: She doesn't have one! I affectionately call her "Cynth" but nobody does in-universe.

Age: ~100 years old

Nameday: 32nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (Yes her birthday is the Eorzean equivalent to Halloween. Look, I'm goth, okay?)

Race: Rava Viera

Gender: Nonbinary (Still uses she/her pronouns and feminine labels)

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Please stop picking up weapons White Mage/Dark Knight/Fisher

Physical Appearance

Hair: Green (The length and style changes throughout the expacs, around the start of Dawntrail it'll be the Gyr Abanian Plait)

Eyes: Green, they gain the Ancient/starburst pattern in post-ShB

Skin: Dark

Tattoos/Scars: She has the legacy player tattoo! (My account does not, for the record) For scars, she has various scars everywhere but the big one is a large jagged scar covering a large portion of her chest/abdomen, in the same pattern as the hole put through Emet-Selch at the end of ShB.

Family

Parents: Mother's status unknown; assumed to have died in the fire that caused Cynthia to leave home. Father's fate is a toss-up since there's no telling how close/far he was to the village at the time of the forest fire.

Siblings: Has one brother living in Sharlayan as a gleaner; the fate of the others is unknown.

Skills

Abilities: Incredible instinct for magic/aether manipulation (but incredibly impulsive and struggles to control the exact amount of aether needed for a spell) Very lucky skilled at fishing, as well as weaving.

Traits

Most positive trait: Good at seeing the brighter side of things and people; can usually stay positive, at least while things are chaotic.

Most negative trait: Considers herself lucky moreso than skilled; has issues recognizing her own skill. Struggles to say no.

Likes

Colors: Green, but she favors most cool colors. Prefers to accent with silver rather than gold.

Smells: Pastries/sweets, old books, petrichor.

Textures: Soft and smooth textures; silk or satin, certain types of fur, soft fluffy fabric.

Drinks: Fruit teas, lemonades and juices.

Other Details

Smokes: Never

Drinks: Had a drinking problem shortly after coming to Limsa Lominsa, recovered and doesn't drink too often anymore.

Drugs: None

Mount Issuance: Cares heavily for her chocobos and a Eurekan Petral. I've debated giving her a Megaloambystoma but alas I do not have one yet so,

Been arrested: Yes. Got into drunken bar fights in Limsa and started fights with racist authorities in Gridania.

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Thank you @zerelth for the tag! I will use any excuse to gush abt Cynthia I wuv her

Tagging @eorzeanpages @uldahstreetrat @motheatenscarf (Apologies if you've already been tagged or don't want to be tagged in stuff !)

#txt #ffxiv #wol tag #cynthia #tag game

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Separation Anxiety

Request: hi! could you do a rudy pankow x daughter!reader where is toddler age, she is attached to rudy and gets separation anxiety from him. one day on set they get separated and the reader starts freaking out and no one can calm her down until they find rudy. lots of comforting fluff at the end 🥺

Rudy Pankow x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N freaks out when she can't find Rudy.

Warnings: separation anxiety, fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Rudy doesn't know how, when, or why it started. Y/N was fine with being away from him when she was born, but then one day it's like a flip switched and she couldn't stand being away from him.

She'd freak out if he was away for long periods of time and eventually it became that she was too afraid to even leave him for a little bit. He isn't sure if something happened to make her that way or if it was just some sort of phase she was going through. But she's already three and it's been like this since she was one, so it must be a very long phase if it is one.

Rudy is holding Y/N, the girl playing with his shark tooth necklace, perfectly content with being held in her father's arms and the warm sun beaming down on them.

"Okay, baby girl, I gotta go with the crew and Chase for a bit." Rudy says.

"No." Y/N whines, her arms latching around his neck.

"Hey. I'll be in your viewing distance. I'm just going right over there." Rudy points to the small shack nearby. "If you really need me, somebody can walk you over."

"Go wit' you now." Y/N says.

"We gotta film a scene, sweetie. You can't be in my arms." Rudy says.

Y/N frowns, slumping against Rudy's chest, her head nestling below his chin. Rudy rubs her back, kissing her on the head.

"I'll be back before you know it, okay?" Rudy quietly tells her, brushing some stray hairs from her face.

"Otay." Y/N sadly sighs as she lifts her head.

"Otay." Rudy repeats. He kisses her on the nose before putting her on the ground. "I love you." He tells her.

"I wuv you, too." Y/N tells him.

Rudy rushes off to the shack where the others are waiting for him, leaving Y/N with some of the crew members.

After a while, Y/N can still see her father, but not being close to him unsettles her.

Y/N is only staring out at the water for a few minutes and when she turns back, she doesn't see any sign of Rudy.

"Daddy?" She calls, looking around for the familiar face. "Daddy!" She yells, but gets no response. Y/N tries to see him, but still comes up with no Rudy. She lets out a small whimper, feeling the familiar feeling of dread start to fill her.

"Daddy." Y/N whimpers. The girl breaks into sobs, catching everybody's attention. Madison immediately kneels down next to the girl, concern etched across her features.

"Y/N? Hey. What's wrong, sweetheart?" Madison asks the sobbing girl. "It's okay, baby girl. What's going on?"

"Daddy!" Y/N sobs.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. He'll be back in a bit. He probably just had to go see something with the others." Madison says, cupping the toddler's face and wiping at the tears.

"No! Daddy!" Y/N screams, her sobs becoming louder. Both Madison and Madelyn try to calm the girl down, but nothing works.

"No! I want daddy! I want daddy!" Y/N yells.

"Somebody go find Rudy." Madison orders as she brings the toddler into a hug. JD and a producer rush off, on the search for the blonde actor. Madison tries to soothe Y/N, though nothing seems to work.

Eventually, they hear footsteps rushing back over and Madelyn turns to see Rudy running over, JD behind him, having been the one to find him.

"Yo! Hey, hey, hey. What's up?" Rudy skids to a stop.

"I-- she's freaking out." Madison says.

"Hey. Hey, baby girl." Rudy kneels next to them. He places a hand on Y/N's head and the girl manages to look up. "It's okay, baby. I'm right here." Y/N leaves Madison's hold and crashes into her dad. Rudy tightly hugs her, letting her sob into his shoulder.

"I got you. I've got you." Rudy murmurs, doing his best to soothe her. He rubs her back and head, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances to her. Rudy winces as he listens to her sobs. He knew moving further away without her was a risk, but he didn't even know he went that far.

Chase was showing him something and Rudy didn't realize he was out of seeing distance until a few minutes later. He knew Y/N was staring at the water when he left so part of him hoped that she'd just keep her focus on that until he got back.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Eventually, Y/N manages to reduce to sniffles as she cuddles into her dad's chest. Rudy has by now moved to one of the docks and is sitting on it, one foot swaying in the water. His other foot is tucked under his leg.

Y/N is curled into his chest, one hand tightly gripping onto his shirt. Rudy softly combs his fingers through her hair, rocking them back and forth slightly.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to leave your eyesight. It was a mistake. Daddy's sorry, he wasn't thinking." Rudy says, kissing her on the head. "I'm sorry. We're together now. I got you."

"Don't weave." Y/N pleads, looking up at him with her watery blue eyes that match his.

"I'm never leaving you." Rudy promises before kissing her forehead. "You and I are stuck together forever." He tells her making her slightly smile.

"What if... after I'm done filming today... you and I... we go get some ice cream?" Rudy asks. He tickles her sides making her giggle which brings a smile to Rudy's face.

"Otay!" Y/N giggles out as she pushes Rudy's hand away. Rudy laughs, making sure he has a good grip on her so she doesn't fall off his lap and into the water.

"I wanna get in water." Y/N says, looking down at the water.

"Here. We'll dip your feet in, okay? We can't go swimming right now." Rudy says. Y/N nods and lets Rudy take her shoes off. "Ready?" He asks.

"Uh-huh." Y/N nods.

Rudy holds her underneath her armpits and dips her into the water until it reaches her knees before pulling her back out of the water. Y/N giggles as she lightly kicks her feet around, splashing some water. Rudy dunks her legs back in, lifting her up again.

Neither notice Madelyn near the dock filming the cute moment, smiling softly at Rudy and his love for his daughter.

"He's a good dad." Chase notes, the other cast members agreeing.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl

#rudy pankow #rudy pankow x daughter reader #rudy pankow x daughter!reader

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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hi wifey 🩵 id like me a jjk ship please, lmfaoooo look at me being the pretentious mf i am lmao 😝 anyways i’d like a male matchup w nsfw hcs 🙈

hmm, my mbti is an intj/entj 8w7 enneagram, and im an aries sun, what should i tell about myself lmfao pls wing it for me darling 🥰🪽

btw congratulations for 600 followers you deserve way way way more!! <33 ilysm sending kisses and hugs and bewbs if you’d like kekeke

you say this but will not send me bewbs </3 but alas, i love u anyway and will give u all my loves and ships so here u go thank u i love u the mostest ever

who else lmfao it would honestly be insulting, luckily i actually ship you with him and i don't have to lie to your face

speaking from expeircence, from my entp shared soul with satoru...it just is what it is

i know some people think the opposites attract thing is a little bit overdone, and while it does apply here, you and gojo share a common stubbornness that makes things really interesting!

he's an obsessive personality, i would know, so once he meets you and the sparks fly there is actually nothing you can do about satoru gojo being up your ass now

dedicated to his craft. will do anything to make you his. you love being a little brat and play hard to get, so let him stroke your ego and spoil you beyond belief.

when you finally relent and let him be your boyfriend, he's over the moon

the spoiling doesn't stop there though, now he's giving you things like cars, six figure jewelry, every limited edition anything you've ever even liked on instagram. insane.

and the sex bestie...the sex...

he's been yearning for you for a while, so much pent up need and desire for you, and you'll get all of it in one night.

absolutely demolishes you pumpkin, im sorry. he entertains the brattiness for a while mostly because it amuses him that you have the wherewithall to speak to him like he can't end you before you blink

but even he gets annoyed with waiting and just has to put you in your place sometimes, overstim and edging are his besties!!!

makes you wear the blindfold just so he can do whatever he wants to you with no objections or back talk for once sdfkfsdkhghpteh

so obsessed. like bad, let him get pussydrunk every night or he cries

kisses you so passionately no matter what mood he's in, soft, rough, punishment, he just can't hold his love back!!

hates when you ask him to be mean! loves spanks and chokes i suppose but only wants to praise his perfect angel, but he does it because he wuvs u so bad

aftercare is immaculate. towel or bath? food and drink? just cuddles? he'll ask you every time just so you can have it your way, though a towel is always waiting just so he doesnt have to leave you too long :)

he's the honored one but ur his chosen one so there

we'll be a throuple though just know that!

#kyleewritesjjk #kylee's 600 follower event #kylee does ships sometimes when she feels like it #my wifey #kylee x ena

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tswaney17 · 2 years

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My Son

As I write this, it saddens me to know that this is my last @elriel-month fic. This month went by so quickly, and there was such amazing content produced from it. I want to recognize all of the fantastic people who participated in Elriel Month, both in producing content and those who consistently like, comment, reblog, share, etc. the work that is produced. It's been such a fun month, and a huge thank you to all of those who put it on. A lot of time, effort, and work goes on behind the scenes to keep these appreciation months running. Y'all are amazing. 🌸🦇

Now on to the fic. This is part 2 of Little One. I've had this fic written for months and I'm super excited to share it with you. Please let me know your thoughts! 💙💜💚

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, some descriptions of canon-typical violence, very minor adult descriptions

Word Count: 4,127

Elain sat at their kitchen table, a gurgling Rosalie tucked in the crook of her arm, Kaden sat across from her munching on some freshly baked pastries, cured meats, and sipping on fruit juice. A cup of tea rested against her palm as she smiled down at her son who happily hummed while eating his breakfast, bare feet kicking under his chair. It was just the three of them this morning, Azriel having been called away by their High Lord for an urgent meeting at nearly the crack of dawn.

He apologized profusely for not only waking her so early but also for having to leave her, to which he made up for with his head between her legs as the sun broke the horizon, casting an orange glow into their bedroom.

“How do you like your pastries, Kaden?” she asked, readjusting her swaddled daughter who had started to fuss in her arms. Though thoroughly sated, once the shadowsinger left their bed this morning, Elain knew she wasn’t going back to sleep and decided to get up and try out a new pastry recipe for breakfast.

The little Illyrian flashed her a big, toothy grin. “I wuv them, momma!” he shouted excitedly, crumbs smeared on his pink lips.

Elain couldn’t help the way her heart swelled at being called momma by him. It had taken quite a while for Kaden to grow comfortable in his new home. He had been living with them for right around five months now and had only begun calling her “momma” a few weeks ago. He had yet to bless Azriel with a fatherly name, much to his dismay, but they both knew that with Kaden’s early childhood ordeal, his attachment to Illyrian males would be a slow one. It would come, he just needed to be patient she assured him.

They also took introducing Kaden to his new family slowly, only allowing them over one at a time so as to not overwhelm him. Meeting Elain’s sisters and Mor went easily enough, but that wasn’t where they were concerned. Though Rhys was the High Lord and half Illyrian, Kaden was clearly more intimidated by Cassian’s larger stature and permanent presence of wings. The general, hoping to bond with the little one, proceeded to sit on the floor with their son for an hour and played with the stuffed bear he brought with him. It wasn’t until Nesta showed up looking for her husband that Cassian departed, happily receiving a shy hug on his one leg before he left.

“I’m glad, sweetie. Maybe next time I make them, you can help momma? Would you like to do that?”

Little hands hit the table in excitement. “Yes! Yes, pwease momma, can we?”

She smiled down at him with so much love. “Of course, baby.” Elain propped Rosalie on her shoulder, running a soothing hand down her back as the terrace door opened and her husband entered. “Look, Kaden. Daddy’s home. Why don’t you go get dressed now so we can head out soon?”

Despite not calling Azriel “daddy” yet, both he and Elain had decided to refer to each other by paternal names in hopes that it would encourage him to make the connection as to who he was to them, and who they were to him.

He was their son.

And they were his parents.

No matter the blood or lineage, nothing would change that.

“Okay!” He wiggled from his chair and made a mad dash from the table to his bedroom as the shadowsinger approached, a soft smile on his face watching Kaden run from the kitchen.

Azriel dropped a kiss to her lips, and then one to the top of Rosalie’s head, his fingers brushing her rogue wisps of curls. “Good morning, my little love,” he whispered.

She couldn’t help but smile at their daughter’s coo of greeting. “What did Rhys need you for so early this morning?” Elain asked as they began clearing the table of the breakfast spread.

Hazel eyes met her gaze and something twisted in her stomach at the worry she saw there. “There’s been a scuffle at one of the Illyrian camps,” he stated, setting dishes in the sink.

Elain’s brows furrowed. “How bad?”

“Rhys, Cassian, and I are about to head there to handle the situation.”

The inflection of his voice told her that there was information left unsaid. “There’s something else.”

Azriel huffed, leaning back against the counter. His strong arms crossed over his broad chest. “It’s the camp that Kaden’s biological father is at.”

The thought of that awful male made Elain want to find her son, cradle him in her lap, and never let go. “Do you think we should be concerned?”

He ran a scarred hand through his inky locks. “He’s a camp Lord and we are within the twenty-four-hour window of the Blood Rite, which means he has magic and can winnow. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.” Those golden irises blazed in fury.

“Lorenzo didn’t want anything to do with him. Why would he be making a fuss now?” It didn’t make sense. That male lost any right to claim Kaden as his son when he dropped him off at that orphanage and didn’t come back. Elain had later learned that her son had been there going on a year now and the Lord hadn’t made a peep about his child. It was both heartbreak and rage that had warred within her at that knowledge.

The shadowsinger shrugged. “Maybe word got back to him that he was adopted?”

“He left him at an orphanage!” she hissed, patting Rosalie’s back when she started to squirm.

Azriel took a step closer to her, his hand touching the back of his daughter’s head. “I think it could be about who adopted him too,” he said a bit quietly.

Elain’s heart twisted. She knew what he was hinting at. That the camp Lord wouldn’t deem Az worthy enough to raise even a child he gave up. “If he believes you unworthy to love that boy then I’ll kill him myself.”

The corner of his lips turned up briefly. “I will never stop being grateful for your devotion to me, my love.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I know you don’t like to be sidelined and that you can protect yourself, but I think you and the kids should stay away from Illyria today. I just—” a frustrated hand ran through his hair. “I can help but worry that the scuffle at the camp is to pull me away from you three at the orphanage.”

“Az,” she breathed, reaching out to grip his forearm, thumb swiping soothing strokes over his tanned, tattooed skin. “You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question.

He ducked his head. “Of course, I’m scared. He’s my son. Our son. I will do anything to protect him, Rosalie, and you.”

Elain nodded in agreement. “We don’t take chances here, not when it comes to our children. If you think there’s a risk with the three of us going to the camps, no matter how small, we won’t go. I won’t put our babies in danger.”

Her husband let out a sigh of relief, tugging her and Rosalie into his arms. He kissed her softly, conveying all his love and emotion for her and their little family from his lips. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. “Feyre said she has a morning class with some younger children at the studio today and that you’re more than welcome to bring Kaden by to paint.”

“I think he would like that. Maybe we’ll take a stroll through the Rainbow and the park by the Sidra, too.”

It was rare to see the Night Court spymaster drop all his masks and show his true self. A male so full of love, joy, and devotion. But since the birth of Rosalie, and the adoption of Kaden, Elain had seen it more and more on Azriel’s face. It was her favorite look on him, one he tended to wear when he fed and rocked his little girl to sleep, or when he’d peek in on his son as he slept, checking to make sure he was okay. It was the same look he wore now.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Padded feet tore down the hallway and slid into the kitchen. Both parents turned to look at a disheveled Kaden.

“Azweel! Can you but-tin my wing slots, pweeze?”

A low chuckle rumbled from Azriel’s chest as he stepped out of her embrace. “Sure buddy, come here.”

Kaden’s undeveloped magic prevented him from being able to button the flaps of his shirt around his wings alone. He’d be able to eventually, but for now, either she or Az would have to help him, not that they minded.

“Wings up,” Azriel said, reaching underneath the membranes to snap the flaps together.

“Where are your shoes?” Elain asked, once his shirt was secured.

Little, tanned toes fluttered on the stone floor. “By the door, momma.”

Her husband helped Kaden tug on his shoes as Elain secured a now sleeping Rosalie to her chest, allowing both her arms to be free. It was a wrap that Feyre swore by when she had Nyx, and Elain was inclined to agree. Having both arms available while she ran errands was indeed a lifesaver.

After explaining the change of plans to Kaden, he reached up and took Azriel’s ring and pinky finger in his small hand. “Are you coming with us?”

Her husband knelt, “Sorry, buddy. Uncle Rhys needs daddy’s help right now.”

Kaden’s lower lip jutted out in a way that Elain knew Azriel struggled to say no to. Even now, she could see the war of his vow to his High Lord and the need to protect his son dance across his face with his desire to stay with them.

He cleared his throat. “Tell you what; as soon as I’m finished with your uncle, I’ll meet up with you guys and we’ll spend the rest of the day together. How does that sound?”

The little Illyrian brightened, and he shouted in glee.

Az tugged him to his chest, kissing him on the top of his black hair. “I’ll see you later, son. I love you.”

“I wuv you too, Azweel.”

He stood, turning back to her.

“Be safe,” Elain said lowly enough to not let Kaden overhear them.

Az nodded. “I will. I’ll come home as soon as I can.” He slid a hand to her jaw to kiss her, careful of their daughter between them, then pecked the top of Rosalie’s head. “I love you,” he whispered to them both, before vanishing into the shadows.

Elain’s stomach turned restlessly. Something about the whole situation still didn’t feel right, but she would stay strong for both her husband and her son. Swallowing her nerves, she took Kaden’s hand to make their way into the bustling streets of Velaris.

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The three of them strolled through the park along the glittering waters of the Sidra River having finished their painting session earlier and a delicious lunch at a small café moments ago. Kaden’s painting was sitting at Feyre’s studio, which Elain was to go pick up in a few days once it was dry. It was mostly strokes of colors and handprints, but she still thought it was the most beautiful artwork, biased or not.

Warm rays of the sun beat down on them, bringing about a flush of color on her skin and the golden hues on both of her children’s darker complexions.

Kaden had taken off, chasing after a colorful butterfly.

Elain followed the sounds of his giggles. “Stay close, Kaden!” she called when he got a bit too far for her comfort.

Ever the good listener, he rounded back towards her, stopping to look at a small coping of rose bushes. “Look, momma! Woses!” he shouted, the r sound still coming out like a w. It was something they were working on with him.

“Yes, they are, good job!” she said back, stopping beneath a shaded tree for some much-needed cooling. Kaden had taken to her garden and she took the time to teach him the names of the various plants and flowers she was growing.

Elain placed a hand on the top of Rosalie’s head, feeling the warmth of it. It was an unusually balmy spring day, one that predicted the early onset of summer.

A blip on the horizon caught her eye. She watched it as it came closer, membranous wings flapping to send it hurtling through the sky towards her.

Elain’s head cocked as she studied the movement, so unlike her husband’s elegance, Cassian’s strong presence, or even Rhys’s regal grace. Brown eyes widened as she realized who, exactly, was flying towards her.

Towards her son.

She was moving then. “Kaden!” she screamed, “Kaden, come here, right now!”

At his mother’s distressed voice, he turned, running towards her.

With a hand holding onto the back of Rosalie, Elain cradled Kaden’s head and shoved him behind her just as the Illyrian male slammed into the ground in front of them. She felt the impact through her feet.

The park was fairly empty, but the few fae present took off at the sight of the unknown Illyrian, leaving her utterly alone with him.

Kaden’s fists gripped the skirts of her lilac dress, and though every instinct in her told her never to back down from a threat, she would not risk it with both of her children in the line of fire. Elain stepped back, moving her son with her.

The male, a version of what her son may one day have features of, savagely grinned down at her. A sharp jaw, high cheekbones with a long nose. His hair was worn similar to how Cassian kept his, but a shade or two lighter. He wasn’t as large as her husband, she realized. Az had him beat by several inches and his shoulders weren’t nearly as broad. But even with that knowledge, everything about the male in front of her screamed warrior.

Dangerous.

Threat.

Her magic rumbled in her chest in response. The siphon on her ring flared once, throwing up a thin barrier between them and him—Azriel’s magic sealed away for when she needed it. The shadow that adorned her finger as a wedding band vanished.

“So,” he drawled, sounding utterly bored. “I finally get to meet the pretty, little pet that has captured the heart of the bastard-born shadowsinger.”

Elain snarled at the taunt. “Watch your tongue, Lorenzo,” she snapped.

That malicious grin grew. “And you’ve heard of me. Perfect. Hand over my son, and I’ll be on my way.”

She angled herself, shielding Kaden further behind her. “He is not your son. Unless you have a death wish, I suggest you flap your way back to where you came from.”

The smirk faded and something far deadlier took its place. “My blood runs through his veins—”

“Blood doesn’t make you a father,” she spat, vehemently. “You lost your right to claim him when you left him at that orphanage. Kaden is mine and Azriel’s son. Now and forever.”

“If you think I’m going to let you and that pathetic excuse of an Illyrian raise—”

Her blood raged like a weathered storm. One that toppled the largest of ships and swept armies into the depths of the sea. Her magic responded in kind, light bursting out of her and shoving him back a step. His eyes widened at the surprise drop she got on him. “That pathetic excuse of an Illyrian is a thousand times more of a male than you could ever dream of being. And if you say one more thing like that about my husband, I will gut you here in this park.”

The red siphon flickered on his chest in response to her attack. “Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” he demanded, voice edging dangerously close to levels Elain knew meant he was about to lose his temper.

She curled the corner of her mouth up. “A low-level camp lord with a single siphon? Yes, I know exactly who I’m speaking to.” She threw as much disdain in her voice as she could muster. “I think the better question is, do you know who you’re speaking to?” At his silence, she grinned. “Cauldron-blessed Seer. The Mother reincarnated. And what are you here doing? Trying to take a child away from his mother. Believe me when I say I won’t let that happen.”

“I’ll end you and your brat if need be,” he countered, taking a step forward to try and intimidate her.

But Elain had felt another’s presence as he neared. Saw in her peripheral vision the dark swath of shadows above their heads. “You hurt me or my daughter, you take my son, and I can promise you that you won’t make it out of Velaris alive.”

Before he could respond, a solid mass of muscle and wings dropped from the sky, forcing Lorenzo to take a step back lest he wanted to be smashed beneath Azriel’s large frame. Her husband’s knees bent as he landed, absorbing the impact. As he stood to his full height, his wings stretched out, blocking her and their children from the other male’s view.

The ground shook from his landing, and Elain felt Kaden push himself further into her legs. She brushed her thumb over the back of his head, hoping to soothe him with her touch.

“Get back,” Azriel growled, voice colder than what he used as the Night Court spymaster. Shadows skittered out, flitting around her and the kids, searching for any signs of injury. When they finished their assessment, they turned their attention back on Lorenzo, swirling like shards of ice, pushing him back, back, back. “Stay away from my son.”

“He is not your son.”

"We adopted him. We took him into our home. We fed him, and clothed him, and loved him. He is as much our son as our daughter is and nobody is going to take that away from us.” He took several steps forward, forcing the male backward again.

With the added space between them, Elain felt the shield in front of her reinforce itself.

“Momma,” Kaden croaked through the plaits of her skirts. Large tears filled his hazel eyes.

Her hand swept through his hair. “It’s okay, Kaden. You’re safe.” She pulled him closer to her hip, letting her other hand come down to rest protectively on his cheek. Her thumb brushed away the tears that spilled over his dark lashes.

Kaden buried his face back into swaths of her dress.

Thunder cracked like two boulders crashing together.

Elain’s head snapped to the side to see Rhys step out of rolling darkness, decked in his full Illyrian leathers. His lack of normal attire told her he had come ready for bloodshed.

“Lorenzo,” the High Lord drawled. “You’re far from home.”

The other Illyrian, seeing he was now outnumbered, grew even more furious. “I came to take what was is mine,” he fumed, reaching back for the sword sheathed across his back.

“He is not some object for you to collect,” Az stated furiously.

“He is mine,” the Lord shot back.

Azriel tensed, glancing back at her and then looking down at Kaden who was peeking at them behind her skirts.

Elain saw his hand twitch for the legendary dagger strapped to his thigh, but he didn’t grab it.

He returned his gaze to Lorenzo. “I’m not going to end your life here, no matter that you deserve it. My son has already seen enough bloodshed in his short life because of you. I won’t add to that.”

The camp Lord just smiled, “Then you’re only going to make him as weak as you are.” And then he struck, the Illyrian metal singing as it aimed for a killing blow—decapitation.

Seven blue siphons flared. Lorenzo went flying backward, his sword ripped from his hand by shadows.

“Daddy!”

“Kaden!” Elain screamed, reaching out to try and stop the little Illyrian from running into the fray, but it was too late.

His little legs carried him fast over the ground and Azriel barely had a chance to whip around before a little body tackled him. “Daddy!” he cried again, clutching at his leathers with small fists.

A blue shield shot up, enclosing her husband and her son in a protective barrier. He wasted no time lifting Kaden into his arms, a scarred hand threading through his black tresses to hold him close.

Tiny arms went around his neck as Kaden pressed his damp face above the collar of his Illyrian leathers. “I don’t wanna go,” he whimpered into his shoulder.

Azriel moved his hand from the back of his head to between his wings, rubbing strokes like he would when his son would wake with nightmares. “You’re not going anywhere, Kaden. Nobody is taking you from us.” He kissed the side of his head, allowing a few minutes to comfort his son.

Elain’s heart ached, wanting to go to them, but also not wanting to let a second child get too close to Lorenzo’s unhinged state again.

Azriel nodded towards her, assuring her that their son was safe.

It sent a wave of relief rushing through her.

He turned, finding Rhys hauling Lorenzo to his feet.

The disgust on the Illyrian male’s face at her husband holding their son made her hackles rise, enough so that her magic rumbled in response. She dampened it, not wanting to wake her daughter that somehow had stayed asleep through everything so far.

The look of the spymaster replaced Az’s hardened features. “I granted you a chance to walk away. I want you to remember that when your High Lord winnows you back to the camp to face him and your general. But if you come after my family again, you even have thoughts about my son, your life is forfeited.” Azriel gave his brother a curt nod, watching as the High Lord and Lorenzo winnowed away.

Shields lowered and both parents were striding for each other. Tears pricked her eyes as her husband embraced her and Rosalie with one arm, still holding Kaden in his other. Scarred fingers found her jaw, tilting her head up to bring their mouths together in a desperate kiss, needing to feel her presence. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his eyes darting to check over their daughter.

“We’re fine,” she breathed, her hand reaching up to lay it on Kaden’s lower back, rubbing it. She glanced back up at her husband’s face, seeing a look of awe that had settled there.

He called me daddy, he mouthed at her, silver lining his eyes. He had been waiting for Kaden’s willingness to grace him with that name—had been getting antsy for it.

Elain let out a choked sound, gripping her husband’s wrist with her other hand. I know, she mouthed back.

Kaden twisted his head, propping his cheek on Azriel’s shoulder, his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

The shadowsinger dropped a kiss to his forehead as Elain let her nails scratch at his back. “I was going to suggest we go get a frozen treat after our walk,” she started, catching her son’s eyes. There was a far-off look that she didn’t like seeing. “Does that sound good to you, Kaden?”

The little Illyrian nodded, though he gave no vocal response.

It worried her, his unwillingness to speak. They had broken through so many barriers in getting him to open up after he came home with them—she hated the idea of this setting him back. “Do you want to see if daddy can join us?” she tried, seeing how he clung to his father, though she knew Az had no intentions of leaving them alone.

Not for a while.

She also knew Az was well aware of what she was trying to do too.

Kaden was silent for a moment, but both parents waited patiently, giving him the time to voice his thoughts. “Can you, daddy?” he finally whispered.

The shadowsinger visibly hugged him tighter, resting his cheek on the top of his head. “Of course, we can,” he choked out. The emotional vulnerability rang clear in his voice. Lifting Kaden higher up on his hip, Azriel took Elain’s hand in his scarred one and brushed a light kiss over her knuckles.

Her heart swelled. Resting a hand on the back of a still sleeping Rosalie, the family of four strolled through the park and spent the rest of the day enjoying treats and each other’s company.

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