#snip of a WIP

[rockingrobin69]

Snippet

One Monday Teddy asked, “Uncle Harry, why are your flowers always sad?” pointing to the newspaper under his nose. The pen was still in Harry’s hand, half-chewed.

“I,” he said, stopped. Squinted at the sketching, didn’t really see it. “Are they? Sad?”

“Yeah! Look at this one,” sticky-peanut-butter-finger wiggled very close to his face. “It’s all frowning and all.”

Did look at the lily in question, couldn’t really see where a face would be for it to frown. An eyebrow, maybe, in that line over there, or—“Oh,” when it hit him. The sagginess to the corners. “Yeah, I guess it is a bit sad.”

“They always are,” with a truly Hermione-level of self-assuredness. “Is it because of the, you know, the Terrible and Devastating Loss You’ve’ad Suffered and… everything Mrs. McGuire always goes on about?”

Choked on a startled laugh, buried his face in his palm. “Sorry! No, it’s not—sorry. Jesus, Ted, you surprised me there, is all.”

Thankfully, mercifully, Teddy laughed too. A bit like Malfoy’s laugh, loud and unselfconscious, a little wild. “Sorry, Uncle Harry! I didn’t mean to,” words lost in another burst of laughter. Harry’s chest went tight and over-warm, something fizzy and bright bubbling inside.

“Look at us,” he said in this thick voice he barely even recognised, “all sorry and silly like that.”

“So silly!” Ted shouted, delighted. “Gran would say we’re being so silly!”

“And what would Uncle Draco say?” with only a touch of self-loathing. Teddy’s smile went big, and he came closer, conspiratorial.

“He would say we’re being absolute gooses about it.”  

“Geese,” smiling helplessly. “He’d say we’re being silly geese?”

“Absolute geeses!” shouting, “that we’re—we’re—honking!”

They both roared with it, arm flailing, belly-aching laughter, shouting things like “honk!” and “goose!” and “stop, Ted, oh, god, stop,” flat on the table and laughing. Harry was constantly wiping his eyes, shaking his head, overwhelmed with how tight his chest was, with how much he loved this silly little goose of a kid, who used to be quiet, who still sometimes was. Who was scratched in the same ways Harry had been, and then in different ways altogether. For whom Harry was an adult, was a fixture in a life that wasn’t entirely stable, that was, still, full of warmth and bursts of laughter.

“Hey,” he tapped Teddy’s shoulder, “when he comes in here, what do you think Uncle Draco’s going to say?”

Ted made a serious face, quivering at the edges. “He’ll say, ‘what on earth is happening here!’ and then,” giggling too hard to continue.

“Then?” Harry tried valiantly, covering his own uncontrollable giggles under his hand, “then he’ll—laugh?”

“Honk!” Teddy screamed, and they both lost it, both utterly and helplessly entranced, both, probably, a little bit in love with the image they each conjured of a bemused, sparkly-eyed Malfoy coming in with his arms crossed, with his slanted smile, with his frizzy hair and the piercings all shining in the kitchen’s florescent light. With the questions already on his face and his willingness to partake in any kind of idiocy, of silliness, with how he’d probably only make it worse.

“Honk,” Harry agreed, used his sleeve to wipe some snot, “oh god, Teddy, you’re—” no words to describe it. On the floor, Teddy had begun on what he named his ‘loose goose dance’, which involved mainly elbows and the occasional shriek, and Harry lost it, entirely, perpetually, lost it.

“Teddy!” screaming and joining, flinging his elbows in every direction, belly simmering with it, with how—how silly and light and terrific it all was, everything was, in existence: that he had his godson and his kitchen and his Malfoy and his, this, this terrible, sticky, peanut-butter-smelling moment, this lunacy.

A noise from the door—and there he was, their Malfoy, arms crossed and his face torn between amusement and surprise: “Hello there, Teddington, Harry. What—what on earth is—”

They both cracked with it, sobbing, melting down to the floor: “What,” Teddy, and “on earth,” Harry, lost, both of them lost to it, lost. In the distance, Malfoy was shouting (“what? What? You have to tell me, what?”) and they were all losing their minds, all already have lost.

(From act 2 of Wonder Full on which I'm, yes, still working, promise!)

#drarry fic #snip of a wip #I literally could not stop myself from sharing this. #it's been a tough week for whatever reason? silliness mostly? and this made me so happy #act 1 is actually my favourite thing i've written i think #teddy lupin #uncle harry being a good godfather #further proof i am addicted to silly geese

[mortiscausa]

finished inking this, will start colouring tomorrow

#wip #snip of a wip #returning to an old sketch to line and colour it

[yell0wsalt]

Intrigued, Iroh leaned in, booming a confident “hello?”

Cupping his ear towards the entrance to relish in the anticipated echo, what he didn’t foresee was a weak call to answer him back.

Iroh nearly jumped back in surprise. Woah! What on earth could that be?

It wasn’t a sound he was familiar with on his previous adventures outside the palace. A coo that could only be likened to the vibrating trill of a deflating balloon.

Scrunched eyebrows in concentration while he parsed through the confusion in his mind, Iroh tried again with a second hello, this one being a little softer, now realizing he wasn’t alone out here. That there was actually something or somebody awaiting him somewhere deep in the cave.

The same weak trill called back. Staring into the unknown of the dark abyss, Iroh’s heart began to race through his tiny body, pounding in his chest. Taking a centering breath before igniting a small flame in the palm of his hand, Iroh looked ahead and swallowed thickly. Pushing forward, unsure of what he’d find ahead of him, Iroh repeated a mantra he found helpful to keep him centered in cases of moving through uncharted territory: Be brave. Be strong. Be true.

#snip of a WIP #holding myself accountable I'll write this in its entirety…eventually #high key need this bad for myself rn #legend of korra #fanfic #Iroh ii #ficlet

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip

Ok so i have mostly finished the long WIP I've been working on for nearly three years. In fact, I'm most of the way through editing the whole thing (all 240k) with only two short scenes left to write. So happy to finally be here! Here's a quick snip of a Hermione POV scene where Draco is helping Harry snd Hermione to escape and she needs to injure him so he looks as though he fought them... it makes sense in-universe i swear.

Draco was still too close to Harry, but Hermione went over to him anyway, arranged him carefully in the dim light so she could be sure that she wouldn’t cause any permanent damage. 

“Hold still,” she instructed him, and raised her wand hand. Draco flinched, then flushed. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I know I’m not very brave about this sort of thing.  I don’t like being at the wrong end of anyone’s wand. Anyway, go on. I’m ready now.”

“Here, let me,” Harry offered, and pushed past Hermione gently. Draco didn’t flinch when Harry lifted his wand, she noticed with irritation, just shook his hair back and smiled brightly. 

“Hello again,” he said to Harry cheerfully, and Harry rolled his eyes fondly and cast with ruthless precision, a vicious Diffindo that tore right through the stupid gauzy shirt Draco was wearing, and opened him up, shallow but nasty-looking, across the meatiest part of his chest, far from any dangerous areas, and then hit him with a quick Incutio that was going to give him a whopper of a shiner. Even weak like this, Harry was terrifying.

“Fucking… ow!” Draco rubbed at his cheekbone resentfully. “Warn a fellow, next time.”

And then from outside they heard the distant rattle of gravel, some angry-sounding voices, and it was all horribly real again. Hermione doused the Lumos instantly, blinking into the blackness, suddenly and newly furious with Harry and his stupid infatuation.

Even now they were whispering to each other, and as her eyes adjusted she could see that Draco had Harry’s face between his hands, and Harry was kissing him, first Draco's mouth and then the palm of each hand, like there was nothing more important in the world.

#tacky's fth #drarry #drarry wip snip #i cannot believe i get to finish this finally #and to tell my lovely auction winner that i have their gift #after all this time #and to post it in chaps! #ive never had a fic long enough to do that before #going to write that last scene before i start posting tho #i know myself too well

[magnusbae]

The first time they share a bed, actually share, not collapsed after a feverish fucking or exhausted into nothingness after an endless battle, but a real get ready for sleep, bedtime routine and all—Anakin cannot stop moving.

Restless and uncomfortable, he is hyper aware of every dent in the mattress, every ruffle of the sheets. His mind is not numbed by an orgasm or a complete fatigue, instead it's left to boil with awareness, with unrest.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan sounds only a little annoyed. The man is exhausted, Anakin doesn't need their bond to hear that. He is tired and in need for sleep. "What is the matter?" he still finds it within himself to ask, sounding genuine enough, concerned enough.

"Noth—" Anakin begins, and thinks better of it when Obi-Wan's silhouette tenses up, a barely there shift in the shoulders. Tonight is not the night in which he wishes to test his Master's patience, not when they both are so clearly not up for bickering.

Anakin sighs, admitting, with no small amount of embarrassment in his hushed voice "—I usually sleep on the right side…" It's close enough to the truth, he thinks, cheeks warming.

A moment of silence is broken by a muffled and genuinely amused snort. His Master doesn't even pretend it was a cough. He just laughs.

"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan sighs once his shoulders stop shaking with his silent mirth, sounding painfully affectionate.

"Master! You—" Anakin's protests are cut short by a pair of strong hands, maneuvering him easily to the right side of the bed. Anakin can practically feel the huff of laughter against his neck when he is drawn closer, back pressing snugly against Obi-Wan's chest.

"Better?" his Master purrs against his ear.

Yes. Yes, better.

"Thank you, Master."

The smile in his voice is so obvious, laid bare. He sounds like a besotted fool. With how easily a mere hug could easen all of his uncertainties, lighten all of his concerns— perhaps he is.

"Good." his Master takes it for the answer that it is, pressing his nose against Anakin's nape and exhaling a gentle: "Good night, Dear One".

The wrong side of the bed was the least of Anakin's worries and even that is forgotten in the sleep that soon follows. So easily. He smiles.

#I don't know why I just hoard those snips in my writing app and then forget all about them #it's been there for 5 months #I keep thinking i'll actually elaborate on those scenes but i never do so lmao #obikin #obikin fic #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #buns.w #buns.all #Anakin #Obi Wan #Star Wars #it's not the same wip i referred to in a previous post but figured i might post this one :)

[frostbitebakery]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I got tagged by @ominouspuff for the noble cause of double-tag-teaming @chiliger 💜 I shall answer the call!

This one again bc it’s now the designated bday 2024 piece and holy fuck I need to finish it. Traditions are at stake! Also Obi-Wan is Unreasonable for this work bc of course. Last time, Cody drove me crazy so now it’s the other one.

Last line were the little freckles I lovingly dotted on his visage.

Thumbscrews tagging! @chiliger 💜

Other than that: open tags, people! PLEASE! Jump in! This ship can fit so many people!

#last line challenge #commander cody #my wips #also I writing the LOUD snip for Cody in the training room #and many feelings are feelinged

[oflights]

wip snip 5.1

i've been tagged a bunch of times over the past few weeks to post wip snips and only had the last few chapters of star splitter to post, so i bailed. i finally have something new to preview!! have a bit of the gilmore girls fic, still in progress. 🥰

Just about 8 years ago, the bell over the doorframe jingled violently as Draco Malfoy threw the door open and swept in, already talking. “Bloody hell, that snow is abominable,” he was saying. He hefted a bundled, starfish-shaped form that would turn out to be a toddler by his hip, a pram scooting behind them and leaving a wet trail on Harry’s floor. With a flick of his wrist, the pram had folded up and nestled in the corner of the dining area, dripping there ignored, as Draco descended upon the counter much the same as he did almost every day.

“You, there—please tell me this place has something warm to—” And then Draco froze, because back then he had not done this every day; this was the first time, and more specifically the first time he had seen Harry Potter in the flesh since their eighth year of Hogwarts.

“Malfoy,” Harry had said, eyeing the puffy bundle warily. He didn’t know it was a toddler then; every bit of Scorpius was covered up and radiating Warming Charms. In hindsight, he was probably sweating, but Harry was to later learn that Scorpius had been a quite agreeable child until he learned to read—an apparent mistake that Draco despairs of having made a few times a week—and he made no complaints even dropped onto a stool as he was, propped up against his father.

“What are you doing here?” Draco, then Malfoy, had demanded. He looked utterly thrown and somehow offended, as if Harry’s existence in his own place of business was a grave insult to him.

“This is my place,” Harry said, and then as an instinctive response to Draco’s disbelieving scoff, he added, “I own it.” He’d hoped Draco would pick up on the implied threat—don’t be an arse or I’ll kick you out.

...

“This place is called Al’s,” Draco said accusingly. “You’re not Al.”

“Nope, I’m not. I’m Harry.” When Draco stared at him, Harry clarified, “Harry Potter.”

“I know you’re—who is Al, then?” Draco went pale beneath his winter flush. “Wait. Did you name this place after—Dumbledore?” He whispered the name as if ashamed, and Harry supposed that was about right, though it garnered him little sympathy.

Harry let that dread sit on Draco’s face for a few moments before he said, “No, it was already called Al’s when I bought it. Didn’t feel like changing the name.” He had changed everything else about it, though, spending one exhausting summer converting it from a pub no one really liked to go to anymore to a greasy spoon that people liked much more.

...

Harry had not opened this place and kept it open so he could be insulted and bullied; he was long past the time in his life when he would accept that, especially from the likes of Draco Malfoy. And so he opened his mouth once again to tell Draco to get out—ignoring all the questions he had for him, like what he was doing in this town, out in the snowstorm, carrying some sort of doll, maybe?

Before he could say so, and even before Draco could interrupt, the doll made a noise that made Harry startle and drop the rag he’d been wiping down the counter with. The doll made another noise, reached out, and grabbed the rag.

“Mine!” the doll said, lifting its head until a nose poked out of its bundling. That was when Harry realized that what Draco had set down on the stool was a toddler.

“Not yours,” Draco said as Harry tried to process this. “Let it go, Scorpius, it’s disgusting!”

“Oh,” said Scorpius, in a very wobbly sort of voice. His head tipped up so much that Harry could now see wide eyes, which were a complex hazel shade that made him really start to wonder what Draco was doing with a toddler. Said eyes were glistening slightly, and to accompany the look, Scorpius said, “Okay,” in the saddest little voice Harry had ever heard. He dropped the rag back on the counter; he could barely move his arm in his heavy, puffy coat.

“He can have it,” Harry said quickly; he grabbed up the rag and tried to hand it back, unable to deal with that stricken face.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry wip #wip snip #oflights #gilmore girls au #tbh it's not a proper AU it's just borrowing the gilmore girls setup #each chapter (there are four) will cover a season in a year + flashbacks to past seasons and i am done with winter 🎉

[adiduck]

WIP Train WIP Train!!!

I have been invited to join the WIP train by @howdyrat (informally on discord LOL 🥰) Littled did Howdy know, I am incorrigible.

Rules: Post a minimum of one sentence (I'm adding: or line) of a WIP of your choice, and tag others to join the train!

[Today, 1117] Mav: [A photograph of all fourteen selected and potential aviators for the uranium mission in swim suits on the beach. Lieutenant Pete Mitchell is holding a football and bent down to spike it to Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky, who is crouched behind him. Arrayed around them are Lieutenants Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd, Bassett, and Avalone. The remaining seven aviators are arrayed in front of them in what looks like it might be making an attempt at a defensive line] Ice: Nice ass shot, Mitchell Mav: You love it Ice: That was sincere. What do I tell Cyclone you’re doing? Mav: Creating a team

(Operation Groundhog AU: Admiral Ice and Captain Mav often provide commentary over text ;) )

No pressure tags that weren't explicitly in the post I first saw:

@frostbitebakery, @asukaskerian, @oathkeeperoxas, @lambourngb, @goddammitjim, @brigittttoo, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

#adi is a writer #operation groundhog au #wip snippet #wip train #the process #I almost posted a little bit of an angsty snip but I did not please clap

[kk1smet]

Monday Snippet

It’s Thursday here, woops. Tagged by @basiatlu, @valoale, and @littlewinnow, who gave us glimpses of so many goodies with their distinctive art!!

I’m sharing these two wips which are part of something. No pressure tag to @artmistersealy @itsphantasmagoria @soliblomst @gotoemopunk and @faiell whose works I also admire greatly, and to anyone who wants to join in. ♥︎

#wip snip #lovely tags #draco malfoy #harry james potter #drarry #kismet draws #Draco’s beauty marks were inspired by Tacky’s If It Takes All Night #Would always try to incorporate that when I draw him

[dracognition]

wip snip sunday :P still part of my Secret Thing... but i'm having fun & i hope you'll all have fun reading it when i can set it loose! cw: blood, injury

Harry’s mouth felt hot and too wet, so he opened it and frowned when red spilt onto his hands. “I think,” he said, his tongue thick with blood, “something’s gone a bit wrong,” and the world tipped over and distantly he heard Malfoy’s panicked high voice yelling about fifteen different spells, half of them illegal when used on another person, and then his pinched face was right above him, shaking fingers cupping Harry’s jaw.

“You’re an idiot,” he said feverishly. “You’re an idiot and—and if you die Robards is going to have my head—”

“Prob’ly give you an award,” Harry murmured. “Good work today.”

Malfoy swore, then looked at Harry’s face, then swore again. “Good work doesn’t count if you—if you—” He swallowed. “I’m going to get us to St Mungo’s, all right? And you’re going to be okay—you fucking imbecile, stop moving; you’ll just make it worse—”

Harry kept moving anyway, lifting his hand to cup Malfoy’s face, too. It was only fair when Malfoy’s hand was against his. “Feels nice.” He moved it to see blood coating Malfoy’s cheek and frowned. “Sorry. Didn’t really—think it through.”

“I’m going to kill you,” raged Malfoy, and then he looked stricken and ran his thumb reassuringly over Harry’s cheekbone and said, “Just—just hang on; we’re going to Apparate and it’ll hurt but it has to—there’s no other way—you’re so bloody stupid—”

It didn’t hurt, but that might’ve been mostly because Harry couldn’t feel much at all other than blinding numbness. Still, he recognised the high tiled ceiling of the hospital, so he tried to smile at Malfoy, dimly realised this may not have been the smartest choice of action when blood was probably all over his teeth, and said, “Thanks. Sorry.”

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was Malfoy calling him a moron. Typical.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #writing #mine #two pieces in one day feels a bit uncouth somehow... but this is the first time i've made wip snip sunday on time i've got to relish it

[rockingrobin69]

Office AU Snip 2

Draco leaned against the doorjamb, lips quirking before settling on a smile. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

He was wearing leg warmers. Thigh high, striped, yellow-green-pink. And a t-shirt, pink too. Harry blinked and blinked and blinked. “I—erm—” what was he… “The, uh, draw. The Strictly draw, we won. The last episode apparently aired last night, I don’t… never watched it.”

“Hmm.” Draco eyed the bottle in Harry’s hands, lower lip disappearing between his teeth. “And quite the prize it is. Come in, come in.”

Harry followed, still blinking so fast he could barely see.

“You’re not just coming from the office, are you?” Draco stopped to look back, shaking his head. “It’s after eight. Harry.”

“Yeah, I know, sorry, I… the Milton case, I was going over the paperwork. Everything needs to be perfect for tomorrow.”

He tsked. “Could have asked me to stay in and help.”

“No, there was no need.” His eyes were starting to water. He’s only ever seen Draco in office clothes for months, and this was—fuck, almost funny. Almost, in a nosebleed sort of way. Leg warmers? It was plenty warm in the flat. Also… a little scratchy down his throat.

“So, what kind of drink did the company splurge on?” Draco came closer, stealing what little air Harry had been able to gulp. “Asda’s own bubbly. Wow. Fancy.”

“Plastic cups, too,” Harry said mechanically, arms stretching forward. “Nothing but the best.”

Draco’s smile was so strange in here. “If you wouldn’t mind, I have some actual glasses in the kitchen. Unless you think it’d cheapen it.”

He left (and the shorts—did Harry mention the shorts, above the darned leg-warmers? Bright green and so… tight on his backside?), and Harry still wasn’t breathing properly. The lighting was soft, a little dim, making it harder to concentrate on the details. Small, blue sofa, a tiny red armchair, a bookcase. Soft-looking rug, a standing lamp in the shape of a—

“Here,” Draco was back, gentle touch on Harry’s arm. “Chin chin.”

Harry took an instinctive sip, and bravely didn’t spit it out. “Gah. I forgot I hate this stuff.”

“I have rum in the kitchen,” Draco said, trying to take the glass back. “Or a bottle of white, but it’s been open a while—how about ginger beer? Oh, I got the most marvellous gin last week, should have some lemonade left.”

“No, no, this is fine.” Harry took another valiant sip, nose scrunched. “It’s so… bubbly.”

“Give it,” Draco laughed, shaking his head. But he came nearer, and thinking was hard, because he was wearing fucking leg-warmers and—and this was all so baffling. “Harry. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Mm, so good. Tastes like victory.” Maybe if he kept it in his hands, Draco would come even closer. Try to wrestle it out of his grasp. Keep calling him ‘Harry’ like that, with the little smile. Maybe their shoulders would brush. Maybe he was losing his fucking mind.

“Fine, have it your way,” Draco rolled his eyes. “If you decide against hating yourself, there are plenty of other drinks in there.”

He made his way to the sitting area, one leg-warmed step at a time. Sat on the sofa, said leg hiking up, so he could rest his chin on a knee.

“Well? Are you going to keep standing?”

Harry could have taken the tiny armchair, but it was rather tiny, probably not the most comfortable. And Draco’s leg on the sofa, so brightly coloured. Everything was, around him. The walls were covered with photos and posters, and Harry looked and looked, not taking anything in.

“Go on then. Ask.”

A bit of a struggle, training his eyes back to Draco. “Ask what?”

“Ask about the penis lamp, Harry.”

He nearly lost his life on a sip. “What… so. That’s what that’s meant to be?”

“Blaise thought he was so funny,” he leaned back, wine sloshing in his glass, eyes wide with laughter, and Harry’s knees went a bit weak. “Got it off of gum tree, believe it or not. This guy in Aberdeen makes them out of old tyres? Naturally when he looked at it, he thought of me.”

“Naturally.” Harry’s voice came out raspy.

Draco leaned back, looking him up and down. “So, what’s the real reason you stayed at work so late?”

“Hmm?”

“Come on. We both know everything was ready for the Miltons all the way last week. What’s eating you up?”

 “Who…” Harry took a laboured breath, swallowed something sticky in his throat. “Who said there’s something—nothing’s wrong. I just needed a little time. To review some documents.”

“So you’ve said,” Draco mumbled, with a slight air of—not disappointment, but something just as bitter. Felt like being punched. “Very well, then. Drink up, Potter.”

#drarry fic #snip of a wip #more office au #no magic just. office #tw alcohol #rated... soft M

[basiatlu]

Lil Belated Wip Snip - ty for tagging me @squintclover ♡

The name of the game is to share a snippet, a smackeral, a tiny taste of something you're working on! I'm tagging @littlewinnow @mono-chromia @hihimissamericanbi @maxrowave @lqtraintracks only if you'd like~☆

#wip snip #wip snippet #tag game #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #harry potter #doodle #illustration #wip #art wip #harry james potter #as i live and breathe #drarry #boshdraws

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip

Nearly finished this fic, final extended scene is a go atm. In this snippet, Harry has just arrived unexpectedly at the Manor where Draco is undercover pretending to be a Death Eater. CW for wandpoint confessions and mild angst.

Draco’s eyes narrowed but he put his hand inside his robe and then, quicker than Harry could have hoped to notice, Draco had his wand out and was holding it to Harry's throat, pressing hard so the wood bit into the tender skin under his jawline. "You are Harry, I suppose? You seem right, of course, but there’s always a chance that someone enterprising might come along with a stash of Polyjuice and a gift for impersonation.” “Oh, fuck off,” Harry managed, and the point of Draco’s wand wormed slowly deeper into flesh. “You knew it was me the second you saw me.” “Mmm, I suppose that’s true,” Draco murmured agreeably, something suggestive about how the sound travelled through the small space between them. His free hand strayed to Harry’s forehead and he brushed his fingers lightly over the dried blood that Harry could feel tightening on the skin there. “But indulge me. Tell me something only you would know.” Harry scoffed, though he was thinking with his throat tight of Arthur knocking at the door of the Burrow in the middle of the night long ago, and Molly blushing, and how they had exposed the long intimacy of their marriage for safety's sake. “There’s a lot I could tell you,” he said tightly. “If you’re really sure you want to hear it.” “By all means,” Draco said, eyes on Harry, searching for something in his face. “You fucked me in that bed and afterwards you asked me not to leave because you wanted to wake up with me? Remember?” Draco wanted to look towards the bed, Harry could tell by the way his eyes flickered, but he resisted, and so Harry went on. “You told me you wanted us to win this war just so you could take me back to London and feed me my favourite ice-cream off your spoon. You told me the only thing you miss about France is how you and your mum really got to know each other properly, and that when she gets back you want to take her for dinner to that little French bistro we went to that time in Edinburgh. I know you remember that, you said the wine was better than anything in the cellar here.” Draco nodded shortly, and almost regretfully pulled his wand away from Harry’s neck. He didn’t move away. “Yes, fair enough, I believe you.” But Harry couldn’t stop, didn’t know how to shut up now he had started. “The last time we were together, you told me that I’m generous with my love. Do you remember that? And I wondered then… because I’d never said it, had I? Not out loud, anyway. Neither of us had. But I thought, maybe— Maybe it meant that you knew.” Draco was staring, his eyes wide and shocked, a blush crawling up his neck, blotchy with heat. Neither of them moved, the silence between them growing until Harry could practically feel it. Draco almost raised his hand to Harry then; Harry sensed the arrested movement, the enforced stillness. He didn’t know what he’d do if Draco touched him. But he didn’t have to find out, because that’s when the knock at the door sounded.

Does anyone have a snippet they'd like to share? Consider yourself tagged and pls tag me so i can see as i've been off tumblr and i miss every single thing on here. And I'll no-pressure-tag @boxboxlewis @citrusses @fluxweeed @maesterchill @moonflower-rose @skeptiquex @sweet-s0rr0w @the-starryknight plus the FrotCotLot.

#tacky's fth #drarry #drarry wip snip #rowing and writing

[surelysilly]

sock puppet storyboard 80% completed and submitted, more nonsense at 11

“Wanna hug it out?” the kid offers, opening up his disarmingly skinny, toothpick arms. At Jason's guarded look, he adds unsurely, “... No homo?”

#silly phonetic #litu au #dpxdc #dp x dc #now this bit... is proably 100k words away... by the end of this if i dont have nearly 300k written i will be surprised #ive never written so much for one idea before it's amazing to me #*kicks my other old WIPs under the carpet* haha yeah #this whole series is just period fics for the early and late 2000s #don't TOUCH me i dont miss the bush adminnistration #silly snips

[campbyler]

acswy ch04 spoilers below ! btw ! ⬇️⬇️

sooooo we heard you guys enjoyed chapter 4……. happy wip wednesday! 😗🥳

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[the-starryknight]

wip snip

fiddling with a bit of dronarry! thank you @skeptiquewrites, @wolfpants & @tackytigerfic for your tags, reminding me that i'm live and well and desperately trying to find my way back into making words! mildly nsfw!

Harry woke with his body wrapped around someone else’s, too hot under heavy blankets. He pressed in closer, feeling the sleep-warm skin of the other person beside him where their thighs touched and their chests were pressed together. He breathed, feeling the ghost of his own breath back against him in the dark of the room.

This wasn’t right.

The person beside him made a soft noise in his sleep and Harry’s chest tightened. Harry's was already half-hard, turned on by the way their bodies were entangled and the steady presence of this heat beside him. He wasn’t sure who it was, but his own body seemed to know how to fit against this one, a lithe thigh tucked in between his own, a soft foot pressed against Harry’s calf like the divot there was meant for those toes.

The other man -- Harry could feel him hardening at his hip -- made another noise, this one more intentional. He was awake too. Without thinking, Harry leaned in closer and caught the man’s lips in a kiss. It felt right and bizarre, even as Harry blinked unseeing into the dark, but Harry’s body seemed to know exactly how to move with this one.

“Mm,” the man said, brushing their noses together. “You taste like sleep.”

The voice shook through Harry, waking him more than their bodies pressed beside each other ever could.

He blinked once. Twice. No. This was impossible.

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