Content/Enticements: Fluff and Angst, anal sex, anal fingering, alternating pov, eighth year and post hogwarts ewe, powerful harry, top Harry, bottom Draco.
Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like
he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had
never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and
any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free…
My thoughts: Okay, so, honestly? I could rec @l0vegl0wsinthedark ‘s stuff for days. But because I’m hyper-lazy (what? it’s a thing!), I still haven’t gotten around to making my rec/favorites list yet, which means the four of hers that are on my list have been languishing forever and ever. …But this is not the point. The point is that tonight I was procrastinating looking for something to read and I opened this up and OH MY FREAKING HOLY HELL, EVERYBODY. This is AMAZING.
It’s basically one of the most beautiful stories in the two-boys-turned-men-in-love-who-can’t-get their-shit(s)-together trope (this is the specific trope, trust me I know.) I’ve ever read. Harry and Draco had a very intense affair in eighth year, which is the basis for all of the angst that follows–when the story begins, we’re ten years later, and they have barely spoken since (read: not at all). Yet they both maintain that same deep, instinctive draw toward one another. That perfectly perfect want that is so Harry and Draco, which makes their pairing like so few others.
I want to just glow about this fic for the next 47 years, but oh please, just go read it would you? There is lots of angst, Glasses!Draco, Snarky!Draco, Friends with Hermione!Draco, Pining!Draco (and pining-even-more!Harry), jealous!Harry (I just really like exclamation points, gimme a break), gorgeous eighth year flashbacks of their relationship, fantastic dialogue and characterization, so many feels you’ll choke on them, and – as always – her humor and smut are freaking to die for.
“He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently— Please, not him… not him and Johnny both —I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.”