obsessed 💫
Captivating
For the @microficmay bonus prompt, “translucent.” Drarry, 50 words. A mermay sequel to this microfic. I couldn’t resist.
“Fascinating,” Harry hums, examining the translucent webbing between my fingers.
I preen, but, truthfully, I find him equally captivating. He’s intelligent, my human. And magic.
“Touch my mouth with your mouth again,” I demand, yanking my hand back.
“Yeah?” He smiles, seaweed-green eyes bright. “You liked that?”
“I liked that.”
Rating: M Warnings: Violence (blood mentioned, minor injury, specific details in notes) Length: 7.2k For @hogwartsfirebolt - thank you so much for your werewolf!Harry prompt!
After years of living with Harry’s condition, they have found many ways to manage Harry’s monthly transformations. Draco’s crow Animagus is useful for flying along through the woods to keep the wolf out of trouble. Draco has also gotten quite good at the aftermath: a warm fire, a good cup of tea, and of course, a steaming bath for two.
When he woke again, the sun was high, filtering through the gauzy curtains and filling the room with golden light. The fire had mostly gone out, leaving just a few flickering orange embers turning about at the base of the grate. Harry was awake. Draco didn’t need to open his eyes to know it, as he could hear the fast cadence of Harry’s breathing. Draco curled closer anyway, pressing his knees to the backs of Harry’s knees, drawing his arm tighter around Harry even as the scratches across his arm twinged in distaste.
Harry took his hand, pulled it close to his chest. Draco could feel Harry’s pulse under his fingertips, wheeling and wild.
He thought, for a brief moment, about how easy they were together like this, in the quiet moments when they weren’t bickering or snapping at each other. It didn’t matter much anyway, because the bickering was never intended to hurt, not anymore. It had seemed so obvious when they had finally admitted it to themselves and then out loud. They had gone toe to toe for every moment of their lives and here they still were: perfect foils, one of the earth and one of the sky, both bound by the will of the moon.
Here, fingers against Harry’s beating heart and lips against his neck, Draco could see the most direct path between them had always been the one already underfoot.
Fate
“I’m going,” resolute, certain. “It’s better-”
“For who?”
“I’m only going to make your life harder!” Draco exclaimed. “Please, Harry. The press, the Ministry-”
“Shut up,” Harry snapped, striding across the room, taking Draco in his arms and holding him tightly. “Nothing is going to stop me from loving you.”
Written for the @microficmay prompt: fate (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)
Microfic May - Hubris
Prompt 23 of @microficmay :)) *aggressively wipes sweat off of forehead trying to catch up*
“Oi, Draco!” Pansy’s fingers snap in front of his face, “Enough Potter pining!”
“I’m not pining,” Draco smirks, “I’m waiting.”
“For?”
They watch Potter unfold the note from under his desk. His jaw drops, cheeks flame red and he shifts in his seat, visibly tenting in his trousers.
“For that.”
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Anonymous asked:
hi liv!! i've been following your blog for years and it's always been such a comfort to me, thank you for all you do!!
i got broken up with this week, and i'm taking it very hard. it's my first real breakup and no one's fault, so it's just horribly sad. do you have any recs that are just soothing and soft at this time? just anything that will make me feel like things will be okay
no worries at all if not, i know this isn't exactly specific and you must be busy <3
Oh darling, I’m so sorry to hear that 💔 I’ve been there and I know it’s not easy but you’ll get through it! Give yourself time to grieve and rest over the weekend. I’m sending warm hugs, hopefully these will help soothe your heart. I’d also recommend dustmouth’s incredible comic stories, they’re my go-to comfort food!
Market Saturdays by iota (M, 3k)
In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.
The Long Fall by tackytiger (M, 3.6k)
It's supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it's just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy. And what's the real meaning of family, anyway?
Life goes not backward by shealwaysreads (T, 9k)
Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.
fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)
Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.
the way you make me glow by softlystarstruck (M, 11k)
In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.
warmest part of the winter by warmfoothills (T, 11k)
It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.
How We Throw Our Shadows Down by thistle_verse (T, 14k)
Draco has finally found the perfect, rare piece to complete his collection. The only problem is that the item belongs to Harry Potter, the last wizard on earth Draco wants to ask another favour from.
Yours Truly by skeptique (M, 15k)
Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?
Sourdough by academicdisaster (M, 17k)
Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.
The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (T, 21k)
Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world.
Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)
The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.
On the Turning Away by blamebrampton (G, 25k)
It's one thing to be good at not making a besotted fool of yourself over a man when he's busy being the most famous wizard in the world and you're tucked away quietly in Wiltshire. It's quite another when you have to see him every morning.
Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 35k)
After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.
Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss (M, 35k)
It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.
Follow the Water by xanthippe74 (T, 38k)
Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.
And if you’re in the mood for long fics:
Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (T, 43k)
The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.
A Room Up There (And You In It) by thestarryknight (T, 59k)
When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.
Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)
Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.
Auror Training Facility, December 17, 2002
For the @microficmay prompt, “tangible.” Drarry, 50 words. A continuation of this, and this. Because apparently I can’t stop.
“D’you think they know?” Seamus asks.
“What?”
“That the sexual tension between them is practically tangible?”
The duel is evenly matched until, in a flash, Malfoy strikes—knocking Harry flat and straddling him, wand to his neck. Panting, Harry stares at him with naked admiration on his face.
Ron snorts. “No.”
Anonymous asked:
Hi Liv, do you have a list for short fics (5k)? I’m looking for some bed time fics that won’t keep me up until 4am. Thank you, i love your blog.
Hi anon! I think I did a shorts reclist before but they were probably over 5k so this was a great opportunity to highlight even shorter fics (and also a great way to decompress last night, ty!)
Boy, do I have recs for you 🤣 I’m listing below 50 fics within 5k - you’ll notice that 2-4k is my sweet spot but I did my best to include all kinds of lengths and tropes - sure, there may be some contemplative angst but nothing too sad I hope after all this is BED TIME. Personally, I think all these make for excellent bedtime reads. Enjoy!
Semiplume by @tackytigerfic (M, 1k)
Without Sunshine by @sweet-s0rr0w (T, 1k)
with the lights off, i see you by teatrolley (NR, 1k)
Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 1.5k)
The Game by rillalicious (G, 1.5k)
Take That Ride by @andithiel (T, 1.5k)
Windy City by @cavendishbutterfly (T, 1.5k)
Meet You In the Middle by toomuchplor (E, 1.5k)
magic in the making by @getawayfox (G, 2k)
Willing Blood by @lqtraintracks and @the-starryknight (E, 2k)
I, Ferret by curiouslyfic (T, 2k)
You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked by @fw00shy (E, 2k)
This Time Again (Next Year) by @gryffindorhearts (T, 2k)
Receipts by @moonflower-rose (M, 2k)
Bright Side by @floydig (T, 2k)
10:47 am by fw00shy (T, 2k)
Light Years Away by @lettersbyelise (M, 2.5k)
"I'll Figure It Out." by @vukovich (E, 2.5k)
the other harry's happiness by thestarryknight (T, 3k)
Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)
Between the Power Lines by tackytiger (M, 3k)
On The Shore by @skeptiquewrites (T, 3k)
Nothing compares by @maesterchill (T, 3k)
Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k)
Enjoy the Silence by @shealwaysreads (M, 3.5k)
Half Awake by @academicdisasterfic (E, 3.5k)
The Mating Habits of Snidgets by @shealynn88 (G, 3.5k)
Is This Love? by @phdmama (E, 3.5k)
The Long Fall by tackytiger (M, 3.5k)
Sun Stroke by @peachpety (E, 4k)
Limits of Earth and Sky by Jackvbriefs (E, 4k)
Waiting for that Feeling by @sorrybutblog (T, 4k)
Oxygen by maesterchill (T, 4k)
Cupboard Love by shealwaysreads (G, 4k)
The Notion of Attention by thestarryknight (T, 4k)
Interlude by dynamic (E, 4k)
Cake by astolat (M, 4k)
Lucid by @dracoladon (E, 4.5k)
Want by SilentAuror (M, 4.5k)
Five Years by @shiftylinguini (M, 4.5k)
Tastes Like Soap by InnerLilith (E, 4.5k)
Garden War by Cibee (T, 5k)
Game On by @pennygalleon (T, 5k)
Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)
Nothing Left to Burn by skeptique (E, 5k)
He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu (G, 5k)
A Midsummer Affair by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 5k)
light as the sky above by @candybarrnerd (E, 5k)
Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)
Remus in Marginalia by @spindrifters
There’s a small, black S branded at the crook of his right shoulder and collarbone. That one, at least, he shares in common with every other British and European muggleborn and half-blood born on the wrong side of the bedsheets. There’s no need for arcane blood rituals or binding spells, not when one look at that brand tells the whole world what he is. Servant, that’s a polite word for it. He’s a bloody slave. They all are. And there’s nowhere to run.
I LOVE DRARRY
these pictures aren’t related to the fic but if you haven’t read Stately Homes of Wiltshire yet PLEASE!! READ IT.
re a d it
(only if you want to read a drarry fic obv)
favorite bits of the cast interviews in the LOTR special features:
- Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen all taking the piss out of Orlando Bloom for going on about a cracked rib too much, while Orlando Bloom desperately tries to wriggle out of talking about it (special mention to Elijah Wood’s “oh it hurts, babes, and I can’t ride the horse, babes” and Viggo Mortensen’s “they can be very fragile, elves, especially the…Mirkwood strain…”)
- Ian McKellen commenting that “they never did find any suitable underwear for Gandalf…”
- Dominic Monaghan going on and on about how Viggo Mortensen apparently had a crush on one of the Rohirrim extras (who like a lot of the Rohirrim extras was a woman in a fake beard) while Vigoo Mortensen just mutters “one could perhaps say something about Mr. Monaghan’s…proclivities…”
- Dominic Monaghan’s imitation of John Rhys-Davies ordering food at a restaurant for the whole cast. “You have partridge? BRING THE PARTRIDGE!”
- John Rhys-Davies talking about an incident with the Lothlorian boats and saying “if an elf and a dwarf are in a boat…and…the boat goes under…let us say that the blame was not placed on the elf” while Orlando Bloom splutters “he’s a big guy, man!”
- Elijah Wood talking about how the hobbit actors shared a trailer with Ian McKellen and sometimes they would hear inarticulate bellows of protest from his side when they played loud music in the mornings
- Viggo Mortensen talking about how, while filming with those same boats, Kirin Shaw (Elijah Wood’s scale double) started telling him “if the boat tips over…save yourself…I can’t swim.”
- Elijah Wood describing how Sean Astin would try to direct the helicopters to land while they were on location, while the other three hobbits were screwing around and throwing pinecones at each other
- Christopher Lee recounting how he had so much trouble going up some steps in Orthanc with his long robe that he stopped in the middle of the scene and said, “I cannot get up these goddamn steps, Peter.”
- Viggo Mortensen mentioning that he left a weekend rehearsal and went walking down the street still swinging his sword around, and promptly got the cops called on him
And speaking of scurvy, I am eternally amused by the thing where some ancient form of healing that was born in a time where people didn't know exactly how the human body works, or what causes it to stop working sometimes, that still somehow worked. Like how so many old folk medicinal plants were listed as a cure for various ailments that - from a modern view - are clearly just symptoms of scurvy, and the plant itself is rich in vitamin C.
I recall reading some story, no recollection of the exact time or place, where the king of a large empire suffered from constant horrible headaches and was incapable of falling asleep unless drugged or blackout drunk. Sick of taking temporary fixes to dull the pain and having to be sedated every night, he called up some old sage healer who was said to know how to fix things nobody else could explain, and the healer heard his symptoms and went
"Hmm. You spend too much time being a king. Your skull is packed so full of kingly thoughts that they don't all fit in there and that's why your head is in pain. You need to spend time not being a king." And prescribed him to schedule three days every month where he must go to a peasant village where nobody knows he's the king, live with a family there under a fake name and identity, work in the rice fields with them, eating the same food and sleeping on the same mats. Absolutely nobody is allowed to address him as the king, speak to him of any royal or political matters, and he himself is not allowed to think any kingly thoughts or think of himself as the king.
And naturally, this worked. Taking a regular scheduled break from a highly stressful office desk job to completely decompress, paired with physical exercise in the form of hard but simple physical labour, plain and simple food and Just Not Thinking About Your Fucking Job All The Time does help chronic stress, which here was worded as "spending too much time being a king clogs your brain."
Sometimes you do have ghosts in your blood, though I'm not entirely sure whether you should do cocaine about it.
Microfic May - Stutter
Prompt 11 of @microficmay
“You’re hooking up with Malfoy then?” Ron says, rolling his eyes.
Harry’s colour drains, “I– What?! No!”
“Honestly, Harry. You’re a dreadful liar.” Hermione giggles, brow arched, sharing the tease with Ron.
“I’m not shagging Malfoy!”
“So why were his Slytherin ties tied to your bed frame?”
“I– Well— Um— shit.”
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Anonymous asked:
Omg pls you should write a hot, cocky slytherin Harry one shot 😭
'Hey, Malfoy!'
'Fuck,' Draco said, and walked faster. His stomach did a little swoosh swoosh and a little hoppity hop and that made him scowl so he said, 'Fuck,' again.
'I know you heard me,' said Potter cheerfully falling into step beside him, leaning in to speak quietly into Draco's ear. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck sprang up.
He walked faster still. He was very late and the library would close and Pince would charge him a late fee for Beikoff's Brave Brews - A Venture Into Modern Potion Brewing, and it wouldn't even be a fair fee, honestly, she demanded the most bizarre numbers, the bint.
'Of course I heard you,' Draco said and he did not look at Potter. No, he stared straight ahead and walked with purpose. Maybe even stuck his nose up a bit. 'My ears work just fine.'
'Yeah, not like your eyes.'
'What? My eyes work just fine too.'
'Really, Malfoy, what eighteen year old wears reading glasses?'
'It's hereditary!' Draco said indignantly, stopping and swivelling around to face him. His cheeks felt very hot. 'And look who's talking?! You've been four eyed since you were, what? Six?!'
'I don't need them to read, though,' Potter said, grinning gleefully. He was always grinning. He had such white teeth and he grinned so wide and they shone against his lovely brown skin. His eyes shone too. They were very pretty and they shone. Behind ugly glasses. Aha!
'Your glasses are ugly,' Draco said. 'They're not even very trendy. Did you take them from your grandfather?'
But Draco did not wait for an answer and stomped off with a hmph because Potter was looking at him again. Looking. Like that.
Like he thought Draco was adorable. Like he wanted to touch Draco. To hold him like he were a...a little dormouse or something, and...and kiss him and pet his head and show him off to all his horrid, Slytherin friends.
Like he wanted to swallow Draco whole.
'Malfoy?'
Draco was staring. Again. At Potter. Draco was staring at Potter with his mouth a wee tiny little bit open and his eyes were unfocused and probably glazed over.
Potter's grin was now predatory.
'Lubrication!' Draco blurted out. Practically shouted it. He then had to focus very hard on not fainting.
Potter, his eyes enormous, raised his bushy eyebrows very high.
'Beg pardon?' he asked, voice vibrating with horrible, perverted glee.
'I-- I'm on medications, Potter, I'm very sick!' Draco announced shrilly.
'Oh? What's wrong, Malfoy?'
'It's dryness!' Draco snapped. 'When the eyes aren't-- aren't wet, they get dry.' Absolutely incredible. To think of his IQ. He might as well be a Slytherin. 'And so I'm taking potions. To make them wet.'
Potter wasn't grinning anymore. He was looking at Draco very intently.
'Okay,' Potter said slowly.
'So-- so that's why they were like that, that's why my eyes looked like that just now,' Draco spoke quickly now. He had things to do, books to return, essays to write, other books to read, pillows to scream into.
'Look like what?'
'Glazed over,' Draco said impatiently. 'When the eyes get dry, they look glazed over. Eyes are very delicate, Potter, they need constant lubrication or else they can get, well, dry. Fuck. 'And itchy.' Fuck. 'And so just now when I was staring at you, I mean gazing at you, I mean I was not gazing, not gazing.' Fuck. Oh, fuck. 'I think gazing requires more and very intense looking, like in Astronomy? With stars? Through a telescope.' Astronomical fuck.
Potter's grin was back. It was so...so salacious. And evil. Really, Slytherins were all so terrible and perverted and...so bad. Bad people.
Draco's back hit the wall. What. How why? Well, okay, but only because his knees were shaking and he really, really needed the support.
Potter needed the support too, apparently, because he planted one hand on the wall. Right next to Draco's head.
Draco's eyes darted, without permission, to look at the hand. Wide hand, very big. Hairy knuckles. Bitten nails with dirt under them. So uncouth, honestly. Yuck, bleurgh oh Potter's face was very close.
Draco hugged his book very tightly because he needed comfort he needed strength Potter looked very strong, he was always flying, my god Potter's chest had to be, what, 45 inches wide?
'Malfoy,' Potter purred. He was so repulsive, honestly, whose voice sounds like that, maybe Draco should punch him in the throat. 'Are all you Ravenclaws this cute?'
Maybe Draco would punch him in the throat over his Adam's apple, his neck was really elegant actually, Potter had excellent bone structure.
'I really am curious because you're the only nerd-- er, Ravenclaw I ever look at. I mean, gaze at.'
Potter's dirty, dirty smirk, his other big hand in his pocket, ugh such a reprehensible lack of manners.
'But I can still say that, you are, by far, the cutest nerd-o-claw in the whole damn school,' Potter reached up and touched the tip of Draco's nose. 'Boop,' he said softly.
Potter had touched Draco's face. Just like that. And he had said the word "boop". His chest was definitely at least 38 inches broad, exactly 38, Draco was ready to wager and my god did Potter never get a haircut? How did one read with such masses of hair in one's green eyes all the time.
'But then you know that,' said Potter. 'You've always known that.'
Broad chest, dry eyes, very nice neck, late library book - yes good, a comprehensive list.
'I've been telling you for years,' Potter murmured with a little tilt of his head.
He leaned right in and pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek.
'If only you paid attention, Malfoy,' Potter frowned, but his eyes twinkled, 'Tut tut. Some Ravenclaw.'
Potter shook his head and backed away. Still shaking his head he winked at Draco. Then he walked off, throat bobbing with laughter.
'Later, sweetheart,' he chimed over his shoulder.
Pince was going to drain the Malfoy vaults. It really had to be illegal.
Illegal.
