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Day 3: Scarf

“Still cold?”

“… Hm?”

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Seasons of Capri 2023: Cycles & Circles - Masterlist!

Thanks to everyone who participated in the fest this year and made it such a success. Scroll down for the full masterlist, but here's a quick summary of what we did this year:

Fics submitted: 14

Fanart submitted: 3

Total number of words written: over 198,000, including four works in the 10,000-20,000 word range, and three that broke 30,000

We're so grateful to everyone who signed up and made all this incredible art. We couldn't do it without your love for these characters and this fandom! ❤️

And now, here are all of the wonderful creations for this year's fest:

Sexual Intercourse by antivillain

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.3k

Damen's healthy enough to engage in sexual intercourse. Laurent is (emotionally) healthy enough to tease Damen mercilessly for being so awkward and uncomfortable discussing the matter with Paschal. Paschal is not paid enough.

Tie Me Down, Set Me Free by @kiseopingu

Fic | 14.3k | Damen/Laurent

When Damen gets hired by his family's sworn rival to help track the man's younger brother, he doesn't expect the road to lead him to familiar places, and familiar faces. As for Laurent, his path to freedom is clear. It's only a matter of creating an opportunity to reach it.

As past and present slowly merge, both Damen and Laurent are forced to contend with their truths, whether they want to or not.

Jokeste’s Journey by @vmcgmidlifecrisis

Fic | Jokaste/OFC | 4.3k

Jokaste travels north, meets (original character) Drifa and gets some sexy fulfilment.

Beautiful, Beloved, Strong by bluehair

Fic | Erasmus/Kallias Erasmus/Torveld | 1.5k

My prompt for The Seasons of Capri Fest 2023 was: "Kallias schemes to save Erasmus with no hope of seeing him again--until one day, he does." Hope I did it justice! Because Kallias really would do anything for love.

Returning by flightinflame

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.4k

Damen knew the return to Arles would be hard for Laurent. He had not considered that it would be hard for himself.

The Stand-In Wedding Planner and the Obstinate Baker by penstrikesmidnight

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.8k

Auguste's wedding planner has decided to go on vacation a week before his wedding, leaving Laurent, the best man, to make sure everything is taken care of. If that's not enough, Laurent has to deal with an obstinate baker who seems intent on making his job as hard as possible.

There is absolutely no chemistry between them. At all.

Heat by @linecrosser

Art | Auguste/Laurent | Digital

While in the middle of a campaign in Delfeur with his older brother, the Crown Prince of Vere, Laurent goes into his first (late) heat at age 17 (totally triggered by the presence of Damen, the stupidly handsome Crown Prince of Akeilos). There are very few things more dangerous than having an Omega in heat while camping in enemy territory, and it's too late now for suppressants. Leaving Laurent to ride out the heat on his own would mean leaving it last for three days or more. Auguste has no option but to help Laurent through it by himself, so it will last no longer than a couple hours.

Red (like our spilled blood) by @pijulle

Fic | Kastor/Laurent Damen/Laurent Auguste/OFC | 39.6k

Akielos and Vere are at war, but maybe marrying the princess of Vere would help the two country finds a common ground - "The prince!" Auguste shouts. "Laurent is a prince!"

Star Crossed by @hephaest1on

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 35.2k

A story of Laurent Capulet and Damen Montague. A tale based on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, of lovers who suffer because their families are feuding. A modern AU that leans on the themes and actions in Shakespeare's original play and plays on the issues young lovers face in a world where gossip is news.

if only to dream of you by @nv-md

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.4k

During negotiations with the Vaskians and Patrans, Laurent falls ill and Damen must leave him to lead their newly-forged kingdom.

After a week of quiet suffering, Damen returns to their bedchambers and attends his husband.

Ruin Your Salvation, Ruin Your Mind by pretend_i_dont_exist

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 10.2k

"I do not understand. I thought we had a truce, so I came here for peace." His voice had grown hard and dangerous. "Why?"

Silence for a moment. "You killed my brother. ------- Laurent has suffered a lot since his brother's death, but he survived to his wedding day, and he's looking forward to a quiet life with a man he appreciates. New life, new him, he decides to invite his brother' killer to the wedding to talk and make peace with himself (by murdering the guy).

In Another Life by @mosrael

Fic | Halvik/Jokaste | 43.8k

Jokaste is the pearl of Ios–beautiful, intelligent, revered–and the consort of the most powerful man in Akielos… Or so she thinks. When her chosen lover’s power is corrupted and usurped by a foreign faction, Jokaste must make the hardest decision of her life: remain in Akielos and meet a perilous fate–one she had a hand in crafting–or flee to seek her future elsewhere.

Or: when getting kidnapped, then kidnapped again turns out to be the best possible thing that could happen to a girl.

antidote by @banananamilks

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.7k

Auguste survives Marlas, but Damen still becomes our captive prince. Actually all three princes are kind of the captive prince. oops

Soldier, Poet, King by @bluebutter-art

Art | Damen/Laurent | Digital

Two years after the bells had rung, both Akielos and Vere celebrate the wedding of their two Kings, which coincidentally falls on Vere's Annual Autumn Festival.

Chasing Meridians; Or 26,00 Miles to Home by @not-a-coral-snake

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 17k

Laurent lives a life of quiet routine, until the day a few ill-chosen words, his uncle's malice, and his own inability to back down from a challenge see him wagering half his fortune on an impossible journey to the ends of the earth and back. Happily, or perhaps unhappily, his newly-hired valet is making the journey with him and has plenty of opinions about where they should go, what they should do, and de Vere himself.

An Around the World in Eighty Days au.

At the Drop of a Veil by @seekthemist

Fic | Damen /Laurent | 19.1k

The Battle of Marlas could have brought the relationship between Vere and Akielos to a breaking point, but it didn't. As the peace treaty is finally signed, King Aleron has a very clear idea of how to ensure the agreement is truly felt.

"Since the formal establishment of Vere and Akielos as independent reigns, there had been twelve peace treaties. The Peace of Marlas, signed by King Aleron and Theomedes-Exalted before the beginning of autumn, would be the thirteenth.

The thirteenth peace would not go down in the history of the Kingdom as an abject failure. Not if Laurent could help it."

By the Waterfall by @captaindamianos

Art | Damen/Laurent | Digital

Laurent is the god of winter, Damen is the god of summer. They only ever overlap in spring and fall. Is their love story doomed forever?

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"Do you wanna..." Draco asked, nudging Harry's shoulder with his and nodding toward the door.

It had started six months ago, this thing between them; casual, stupidly-hot sex after they spent the day at Andromeda's with Teddy. Falling into bed the first time had been almost an accident, but every subsequent time had been very intentional as far as Harry was concerned.

Still, he found himself pausing at Draco's question. Not because he didn't want to but-

Draco shrugged nonchalantly and sauntered toward the door, "It's alright if you don't want to," he said. Harry opened his mouth to interrupt but Draco continued, "It's like that infernal little tiger sings, 'if a friend doesn't want to play with you, you can find someone else to do'." he added, singing it in his soft baritone.

And Harry burst into giggles as they walked out the door and onto the street, "it's something not someone, you wanker!" he laughed.

"The point stands," Draco replied, eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched Harry, clearly delighted by Harry's response.

He laughed and barely resisted the urge to brush his fingers over the crinkles, "I like you," he said.

Draco seemed just as surprised by this confession as Harry was himself. His cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his mouth opened and closed for a moment without any words coming out.

"And," Harry continued, feeling a bit braver because of Draco's response, "it's not that I don't want to take you home and fuck you into the mattress until you're incoherent and sobbing my name-"

He huffed and crossed his arms but Harry pressed on.

"-but I'd really like to take you to dinner first."

He blinked, "You would?"

"I would," Harry affirmed with a nod. "I'd like to date you, Draco, not just sleep with you."

"Would you?" he asked, lips curving into an impossibly charming smile.

Wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, "I really would."

"Lead on then, Mr. Potter," he said, taking a step back and taking Harry's hand in his own. "What did you have in mind?"

"How do you feel about Italian?" Harry asked.

But the truth was that it didn't really matter where they ended up because the joy was in the journey, not the destination.

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In Another Life [Jokaste/Halvik | E | 43.8k]

Summary: Jokaste is the pearl of Ios–beautiful, intelligent, revered–and the consort of the most powerful man in Akielos… Or so she thinks. When her chosen lover’s power is corrupted and usurped by a foreign faction, Jokaste must make the hardest decision of her life: remain in Akielos and meet a perilous fate–one she had a hand in crafting–or flee to seek her future elsewhere. Or: when getting kidnapped, then kidnapped again turns out to be the best possible thing that could happen to a girl.

It was such a treat to write for @seasonsofcapri! This is my first Capri fic—I’m a staunch Lamen shipper but when I saw antivillain’s prompt I couldn’t stop myself! I’m happy with the outcome, mostly thanks to @softlystarstruck, @nv-md, and @pijulle who helped me so much!! 💕💕

#tzrb #jokaste/halvik #captive prince #capri fic #seasonsofcaprifest #seasonsofcapri

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In Another Life [Jokaste/Halvik | E | 43.8k]

Summary: Jokaste is the pearl of Ios–beautiful, intelligent, revered–and the consort of the most powerful man in Akielos… Or so she thinks. When her chosen lover’s power is corrupted and usurped by a foreign faction, Jokaste must make the hardest decision of her life: remain in Akielos and meet a perilous fate–one she had a hand in crafting–or flee to seek her future elsewhere. Or: when getting kidnapped, then kidnapped again turns out to be the best possible thing that could happen to a girl.

It was such a treat to write for @seasonsofcapri! This is my first Capri fic—I’m a staunch Lamen shipper but when I saw antivillain’s prompt I couldn’t stop myself! I’m happy with the outcome, mostly thanks to @softlystarstruck, @nv-md, and @pijulle who helped me so much!! 💕💕

#seasonsofcapri #Jokaste/halvik #capri fic #captive prince #captive prince fic #wlw #Jokaste GETS HERS #but also learns a few lessons on the way #halvik was hot it’s canon Damen was just blinded by blond hair and blue eyes

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Hey I wrote this!! I hope you like it :)

New Fic: In Another Life

Title: In Another Life

Ship: Halvik/Jokaste

Creator: Mosrael (AO3) 

Rating: Explicit

Word count : 43,812 words

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Political Alliances, Betrayal, Redemption, Halvik was always hot Damen just couldn't see past Laurent, Jokaste learns how to actually use a sword, There is a training montage, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, Group Sex, Breeding, Jokaste/Kyrina - Freeform, Kastor/Jokaste - Freeform, Previous Damen/Jokaste, The Regent is up to his old tricks again!

Prompt #: 7: "Jokaste escapes to Vask where it's much easier for a woman to get power and keep it. Unfortunately, she's no warrior. She ends up repeating past strategies and relying on seduction. Fortunately, that's not a problem for Halvik. But Halvik is a lot cannier than Damen or Kastor. What happens when Jokaste starts being manipulative?"

Summary: "Jokaste is the pearl of Ios–beautiful, intelligent, revered–and the consort of the most powerful man in Akielos… Or so she thinks. When her chosen lover’s power is corrupted and usurped by a foreign faction, Jokaste must make the hardest decision of her life: remain in Akielos and meet a perilous fate–one she had a hand in crafting–or flee to seek her future elsewhere.

Or: when getting kidnapped, then kidnapped again turns out to be the best possible thing that could happen to a girl."

Read it here on Ao3!

Don’t forget to kudos and comment to show our wonderful creators your love!

#Mose writes #seasonsofcaprifest #captive prince #capri #capri fanfic #halvik/jokaste #capri fest #capri fic #halvik #jokaste

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M-malfoy’s moving manor ….

I am staring out my window with the biggest baby eyes I NEED.

Draco is so book-Howl-coded it’s not even funny. Just a rugby lad from Wiltshire who cosplays a wizard in another realm in his traveling manor powered by the heart that he lost/gave up. His assistant, Small Boy Teddy Lupin, just wants to learn how to be a wizard but too often finds himself cleaning up after his melodramatic, tantrum-prone boss with hoarder tendencies. If only they had a cleaning person who lived with them!!

Harry Potter works hard in his family’s pottery shop—it’s fine work, boring but fine. His life is rather unremarkable really, until one day, a chance encounter with a flamboyant, overly familiar blonde man in a cape turns his life upside down !!!

And what’s this? Harry is cursed by the Witch of the Wastes, Dolores Umbridge??? How ever will he break it and return to his normal, boring, unmagical life?? Perhaps the King’s sorceress, Minerva, could intervene—only, she seems very preoccupied by the war, and Wizard Malfoy/Greensnake’s role in it!

Maybe all Harry needs is a missing prince (Ron Weasley), a small weird creature sidekick/possible animagus ??? (Trevor the toad), and a high tolerance for emotional illiteracy!

making arrangements for IRL ghiblifest in a few weeks (it's howl month!!!) and had this frozen, drarry fandom-pilled moment of thinking

drarry ghiblifest

#he’s also movie-howl-coded #just howl coded tbh #he absolutely WOULD have a breakdown of his hair was accidentally dyed black #yes please and thank you !!!!!!

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FIC REC:

A wee spinoff of my lapsed but not dead series, Reading Recs From Friends

I Was GIFTED (!!!)

The Waiting by @oknowkiss w/ art by @babooshkart [Drarry | E | 43k] cw: substance abuse, depression, grief

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love. inspired by the fantastic song "this tornado loves you" by neko case.

One Sentence Recap: Everyone in Harry's life is trying desperately to drag him out of the past, away from the moment he lost Draco to the unknown, but what if the past is the only thing that will save them both?

"I have waited with a glacier's patience Smashed every transformer with every trailer 'Til nothing was standing 65 miles wide Still you are nowhere Still you are nowhere Nowhere in sight" -Neko Case, This Tornado Loves You

This song is one of my absolute favorite songs of all time--it captures the raw emotion of frantic, seemingly-doomed, mutually destructive love in a way that doesn't deny its potential, all-consuming beauty. There's something painfully sweet about the music, the lyrics, and also this fic that @oknowkiss wrote based on a prompt I submitted for @hd-wireless 2023, and then GIFTED to me! Elaine and I share a deep love of complicated, plotty, twisty stories--I gaze up at them in awe every time I read something new by them because they are such a master of plot and narrative. This story is no exception--the characters are exceptionally imagined, the world is rich and unique, the mystery keeps you guessing in the best of ways, and the twist will absolutely take your damn breath away. I laughed, I cried actual tears, and I had to sit for a long time once I finished trying to figure out how to breathe again. Here are some specific things I loved about this story:

👨🏽‍🤝‍👨🏼 The Relationship Dynamics This particular song certainly opens the door for angst and tension and HOO BOY does E deliver on that front. Harry's depression and grief over Draco's disappearance feels so palpable and relatable. At times I pitied him, felt real heartbreak for him, and wanted to give him a firm slap to the back of the head. Draco is ESPECIALLY magnificently realized in this story--he has every characteristic I love: sharp and witty, scared and desperate, arrogant but deeply unsure of himself. He is the perfect foil to a Harry who is unmoored and craving some sort of connection with someone or something. The tension between them crackles with unspoken resentment, fiery sexual attraction, and the sort of nihilistic self-importance that seems to saturate early adulthood. It makes for some INCREDIBLE smut--no spoilers but there is a scene that begins in a dive bar in Alaska that you will be thinking about probably for the rest of your life🔥🔥. E also crafts some incredible relationships between Harry and the rest of the characters. The dynamics between him and Ron and Hermione are delicious as they worry for his very sanity and try their best to be good friends to him. E's OCs are spectacular--there is one in particular who has my whole heart, I don't even need to tell you which one you will absolutely know.

🌎 The World Building Elaine takes a very cool approach to ministry training and curse breaking that I've never read before--their descriptions of the training camp are so vivid I could picture everything so well as it happened. This story takes us and the characters around the world, and E really takes the time to ground us sensorially and paint us an incredible picture of exactly what Harry is experiencing. His depression and grief come through in the environment that he's built for himself--there are little symbols that reappear throughout the fic that feel like gentle taps on the shoulder--remember this?. It's a really masterful way of making an expansive, potentially disjointed universe feel smaller, traversable, and knowable. It can also be very challenging to describe brand new magical mechanics and theory in a way that a reader can understand, without bogging them down in detail--again, E does this beautifully. I felt totally sucked in to the world they crafted!=

📝 The Plot Look, it is very hard to write a mystery story that doesn't alienate the reader but still holds back some twists and surprises. It's even HARDER to do all of those things when you're writing in not one, but TWO timelines, and E absolutely smashes it with this fic. I had so many (incorrect) theories about what the hell was happening as I was reading--it was so fun to take the little crumbs E was leaving and try to make sense of them while Harry also tried to make sense of them. I am so delighted that at the end, some of the things I speculated about came to pass, but there were many things that I didn't see coming!

🎨 Bonus: The Art @babooshkart NEVER MISSES that is a truth universally acknowledged, one affirmed by the art they created for this story. Pictures, imagery, and the act of looking play such a vivid role in this story and Boo manages to capture so many of the little details Elaine uses to activate her narrative and her characters in a single, incredible image. Looking at Boo's art invites us to step into Harry's shoes, and lets us a little further into his world. The lighting in the photo feels close and intimate to the point of being lonely, the clutter Boo included in the scene echoes Harry's feeling of being crowded and overwhelmed by the case and by life, and as always Harry are (young) Draco are depicted beautifully.

Thank you for writing this story and gifting it to me!

More to read from @oknowkiss: 📚 a licence to kill [Drarry | M | 11k] 📚 Their microfic may 2022 series, jesus, etc. [Drarry | E | 3k] 📚 the complete idiot's guide to losing your entire mind [Drarry | E | 10k] 📚 Historians [Drarry | E | 30k]

More to look at from @babooshkart: 🎨 Boo's own Wireless 2023 contribution, Keep Driving [M] 🎨 The art they made for booktopus's Reverse Bang fic, A Convergence of Inks [G] 🎨 This steamy Dronarry they did for HP Triadfest 2022 [E] 🎨 Twenty five (25!!!!!!) drawings they did for 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2021

#mose recs #reading recs from friends #drarry #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #hd wireless 2023 #hd wireless fic and art #oknowkiss #babooshkart #healing my little brain one story at a time

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The Azkaban Letters: Chapter 12 is Posted!

Chapter 12 Summary: The Office Remus becomes overwhelmed reading the note from R.A.B. The castle is being decorated for Halloween and Samhain. Harry brings Ron and Hermione up to his office for the first time. Harry meets someone in his office, which makes him wish Draco had elaborated on his discussions about wizarding marriages.

Here's a Longish Snippet:

"One day, you'll have time to explore," a lyrical voice said. Harry jumped to a standing position. He scanned the room but focused on the fireplace. That is where he thought the voice originated from. The one framed picture on the mantel seemed still, but then he saw a quirk of a smile on the striking black witch in formal heather robes and fanciful hat. The first time he had entered the room, it had struck him as odd why the portrait was there. He closed the desk drawer and wandered over. "Hello," he said. "I'm Harry Potter. James' son." "Of course you are. The Potter boys always had that unruly hair. I'm sure Fleamont won't be pleased seeing you're not using his product." Harry quickly swiped back the locks of hair covering his eyes. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" "Elizabeth. Henry's second wife," said the woman in the portrait. Harry's eyes narrowed remembered seeing a glance of his more distant relatives in the Mirror of Erised, and this beautiful black witch held no resemblance. She was sitting in a wingback chair drinking tea. The backdrop was the flowering tree and stained-glass windows in Narcissa's sitting room. The chair he recognised, too. It and its mate were in Ron and Hermione's sitting area. "I suppose I should clarify, I'm Henry's second wife, though not officially married. Fiona is his first and legal wife." "Second wife? I thought Fiona died after I was born. Did they divorce?" The generous laugh startled him. "No, no, my dear boy. Henry took a Mistress…me. Fiona and Henry's marriage had been arranged. I believe they called it a Marriage of Convenience. They were close friends. We three were close friends. Fiona preferred female lovers. I was her favourite. It's a shame that their portraits are no longer here. Do you know where they went? I so miss our conversations." Harry knew he was staring as he was failing to put the pieces together. "My great-grandfather Henry had a wife and a mistress here at the castle…at the same time?" "Oh yes. It was quite common in arranged marriages. The first marriage produced the heir, the second—a mistress, if taken, was for love. More often than not, though, the wife wouldn't allow co-habitation. The husband often disregarded her preference and moved his lover into the house anyway. However, in our case, they both loved me, and I loved both of them. Maybe one more than the other." Harry took a deep breath. He wished he could owl Draco right this moment and ask him why the hell he didn't tell him about this type of arrangement. "Do you think you could find their portraits? We had them done on the same day." "I—I'll try and will ask the house-elves. I do have to get down the main entryway right now, though." "Oh—oh no. Don't ask the elves, darling. They were not happy with our arrangement. I'm sure they're the ones who moved some of the books and put Henry and Fiona's portraits somewhere else in the castle after their deaths. Henry had put a special house spell on my picture so it not be taken out of his office. He was concerned they would try." Harry felt like he had just stepped into a British drama that Aunt Petunia used to watch on the telly. "Okay. I have a few guests staying here; I will ask them and look when I have time. It was a pleasure meeting you, Elizabeth. I'm sure we will be talking more."

Updates are every Tuesday!

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Draco’s new bird friend makes him awfully talkative these days

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Hello. I love you 💖

Wow hi I love you too! Thanks for brightening my day. If you’re reading this I also love YOU.

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After the second Wizarding war Harry disappears off the face of the earth. No one can find him anywhere, and rumours are flying around. There are a few ‘sightings’ that are featured in the Daily Prophet, but after a few years people stop finding it as exciting.

It’s not until 12 years later that Harry comes out of hiding from god damn Australia, to drop an autobiography. It’s co written by Luna Lovegood, had photos that they got off of Colin’s family, and is mostly interviews from friends.

People are shocked to find out that while he’s been missing, Harry got married to Draco Malfoy, and had two kids with him. He’s also a mazoologist, and lives in the central of Australia.

“Harry never was very observant, it took him years to figure out we had mutual feelings. But we’re very happy, and doing very well now.” -Draco Potter

“He was a god send. Honestly, best seeker our team had had in decades. Sometimes we’ll go for a fly for old times sake.” -Oliver Wood

“That git? Fuckin’ hated him. Then my best mate went and got hitched, turns out he’s a pretty decent guy. Will steal the last biscuit if you leave it where he can find it though.” -Blaise Zabini

“Honestly I’m surprised he’s not dead yet.” -Seamus Finnigan

“He’s quite good with dragons.” -Charlie Weasley

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Molecular Mass of Love

Draco removed the slide from the vial containing mandrake root buffer and air dryed it when the incubation time charm went off.

He dabbed away the excess droplets using a tissue paper and mounted the slide on the light microscope. Peering in, Draco adjusted the coarse and fine tuned it.

Then he saw it, the proof of a bond. Their bond, illuminated like a fluorescent particle. Harry's magicules were bound with Draco's creating a glow effect. A spontaneous biomagical reaction that occurs without any external triggers.

A proof of their love.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic June'23 prompt: slide

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Six Sentence/wip snip [Mon]day

Thanks for the tags @orange-peony (flirty perfect snowbaz sentences here) and @vukovich (crackling marauders-era multiship goodness here)! Would love to see what you’ve got going on, @romaine2424, @peachydreamxx, @oknowkiss, @basicallyahedgehog, @elskanellis!!

My current drarry longfic wip is deeply under construction, so here’s Jokaste…talking…her way onto a ship from the Jokaste/Halvik (Jovik?) fic I’m working on for @seasonsofcapri 😈 (a lil nsfw so it continues under the cut):

“What is your captain’s name?” she asks, looking the boy over from head to toe and watching him shrink under her stern glare.

He glances nervously over his shoulder at the closed doors, then back toward Jokaste. “Falk, my lady, but–!”

Jokaste gently moves the boy aside with a hand, and then steps through the doors behind him. She doesn’t bother knocking on the inner door to Falk’s sleeping quarters, despite the very clear sounds of fucking coming from within. When she pushes the door open and steps through it, the young woman astride the captain yelps and attempts to cover her naked body with a pillow.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, scowling at the intrusion even as he pants raggedly. He’s an older man, but his bushy beard and deeply sun-lined face make it hard for Jokaste to tell his exact age. His big, barrel chest is covered in wiry fur and glistening with sweat. His skin is the color of old leather, and even from a distance it seems to have the same texture.

Falk clasps the woman on top of him firmly by the waist, holding her flush to his hips. “Move and you don’t get paid.” She freezes–her eyes flick from the captain’s face to Jokaste–clearly uncertain of what to do.

“What the fuck do you want?” he bites out.

Jokaste steps right up next to the cramped bunk in which he and the woman are ensconced. She plucks a pouch of gold coins out of her pocket and drops it onto his bare chest. The clink of metal immediately draws his attention, and he lets go of the woman to pry the pouch open and rifle through it. She remains dutifully perched on his cock which, judging by the expression on his face, is made just as hard by the prospect of so much gold as it is by the prospect of being buried inside of a beautiful woman.

While he’s distracted, Jokaste allows herself to look.

The woman is beautiful–her hair is loose around her head, making a halo of dark coils that must bounce with even the slightest movement. She has high cheekbones, lovely, arched eyebrows, and full lips made unnaturally red by the application of some cosmetic substance. Her nipples are small and hard, peaked right at the fullest part of her generous breasts. Her belly is soft and round, and there is a trail of hair that leads from her navel, down to–

She clears her throat, and Jokaste’s gaze snaps back to her face. One of her perfect eyebrows is cocked in question. Jokaste forces herself to address the Captain again.

“I and my attendant will be granted safe passage on your return journey to Patras. You can expect double this sum on our arrival if–” she pauses, snapping the pouch back out of his fingers. “We arrive whole, healthy, and unmolested.”

Falk, who stinks of cheap alcohol at such close range, simply gapes up at her.

“That applies to you, your men, and any other passengers who may embark during the course of the trip. Have I made myself clear, Captain Falk?”

Before she hands him the pouch again, she takes out a single gold coin. “Is this more than what he offered you?” she asks the woman.

The woman nods, eyes wide.

Jokaste presses the coin into her hand, and then nods her head back toward the door.

#tzrb

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Six Sentence/wip snip [Mon]day

Thanks for the tags @orange-peony (flirty perfect snowbaz sentences here) and @vukovich (crackling marauders-era multiship goodness here)! Would love to see what you’ve got going on, @romaine2424, @peachydreamxx, @oknowkiss, @basicallyahedgehog, @elskanellis!!

My current drarry longfic wip is deeply under construction, so here’s Jokaste…talking…her way onto a ship from the Jokaste/Halvik (Jovik?) fic I’m working on for @seasonsofcapri 😈 (a lil nsfw so it continues under the cut):

“What is your captain’s name?” she asks, looking the boy over from head to toe and watching him shrink under her stern glare.

He glances nervously over his shoulder at the closed doors, then back toward Jokaste. “Falk, my lady, but–!”

Jokaste gently moves the boy aside with a hand, and then steps through the doors behind him. She doesn’t bother knocking on the inner door to Falk’s sleeping quarters, despite the very clear sounds of fucking coming from within. When she pushes the door open and steps through it, the young woman astride the captain yelps and attempts to cover her naked body with a pillow.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, scowling at the intrusion even as he pants raggedly. He’s an older man, but his bushy beard and deeply sun-lined face make it hard for Jokaste to tell his exact age. His big, barrel chest is covered in wiry fur and glistening with sweat. His skin is the color of old leather, and even from a distance it seems to have the same texture.

Falk clasps the woman on top of him firmly by the waist, holding her flush to his hips. “Move and you don’t get paid.” She freezes–her eyes flick from the captain’s face to Jokaste–clearly uncertain of what to do.

“What the fuck do you want?” he bites out.

Jokaste steps right up next to the cramped bunk in which he and the woman are ensconced. She plucks a pouch of gold coins out of her pocket and drops it onto his bare chest. The clink of metal immediately draws his attention, and he lets go of the woman to pry the pouch open and rifle through it. She remains dutifully perched on his cock which, judging by the expression on his face, is made just as hard by the prospect of so much gold as it is by the prospect of being buried inside of a beautiful woman.

While he’s distracted, Jokaste allows herself to look.

The woman is beautiful–her hair is loose around her head, making a halo of dark coils that must bounce with even the slightest movement. She has high cheekbones, lovely, arched eyebrows, and full lips made unnaturally red by the application of some cosmetic substance. Her nipples are small and hard, peaked right at the fullest part of her generous breasts. Her belly is soft and round, and there is a trail of hair that leads from her navel, down to–

She clears her throat, and Jokaste’s gaze snaps back to her face. One of her perfect eyebrows is cocked in question. Jokaste forces herself to address the Captain again.

“I and my attendant will be granted safe passage on your return journey to Patras. You can expect double this sum on our arrival if–” she pauses, snapping the pouch back out of his fingers. “We arrive whole, healthy, and unmolested.”

Falk, who stinks of cheap alcohol at such close range, simply gapes up at her.

“That applies to you, your men, and any other passengers who may embark during the course of the trip. Have I made myself clear, Captain Falk?”

Before she hands him the pouch again, she takes out a single gold coin. “Is this more than what he offered you?” she asks the woman.

The woman nods, eyes wide.

Jokaste presses the coin into her hand, and then nods her head back toward the door.

#wipsnip #captive prince #seasonsofcapri #jokaste/halvik #Our Lady of Perpetually No Fucks to Give #jokaste leaves Ios for a minute and is just like 🤯 WOMEN

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