go read secret six by the way

Day 15 of H/D slow burn recs: Aurors

In the Drarry fandom, there must be the obligatory Auror fic. This is probably what got me into Drarry in the days of LJ and Skyehawke where I lurked (this is my way of giving back, albeit 5? 6? years too late). I have two slow burn Auror partners for you: 

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

  • tea and hoodies and curries
  • confessions and tattoos!!
  • clean offices
  • lots of pining and pining and falling in luuuurve
  • please just read it nothing I could say could do it justice

Potential Gravity by @lol-zeitgeistic

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

  • crunchy beetles in Lebanon
  • Draco’s grandmama being a protective mamabear
  • Luna the mind healer
  • baby manticores
  • a Realisation ™ and then lots and lots and lots of pining
  • do Liverpudlians speak English?
  • you shouldn’t need me to tell you to read this this is so so amazing

Other Auror non-slowburn recs: this could go on forever but my faves:

Auror fics that have a lot of sex:

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4  Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11 Day 12 Day 13 Day 14

Guilty Pleasures Make the Best Presents (anon submission)

Sid doesn’t exactly hate baths. He’s just never understood the purpose of sitting in your own filth for a long period of time. Ice baths are different, though. They’re for medical purposes and they’re cold, not steaming hot with bubbles all around. Even then, lying around in an ice bath can get uncomfortable after a little while. Medical purposes or not, he’s still sitting in his own dirt and grime.

Needless to say, he finds baths disgusting.

But then Taylor comes to Halifax to visit for the summer, and there are these stupid little bath bombs and bubble bars everywhere. She has closed off an entire section of the bathroom cabinets just for her (in Sid’s completely unbiased opinion) strong-smelling balls of death. She uses his massive bath tub three times a week and leaves the bathroom smelling like flowers and citrus, and Sid is—not going to say a word to his baby sister because he is way too nice for his own good. When she leaves, though, she’s left a couple of bath bombs behind. Sid is debating on throwing them away or giving them to one of the guys’ wives or girlfriends, but he is intrigued at one bath bomb that looks slightly tempting. It’s white with brown swirls in it and is very aesthetically pleasing.

And it smells really fucking good—like vanilla and cinnamon. He’s sold.

Sid waits until a week has passed and uses the bath bomb. He has to look up instructions on how to make the damn thing work, but when he finally gets it open and places it in the water, he’s mesmerized by the foamy and fizzy ball spinning around the tub. He finally settles into the bath and is intoxicated by the smell and the way the bomb looks. It’s definitely relaxing, that’s for sure. If Sid is going to be completely honest, this is the most relaxed he’s felt in a long while. He settles back into the tub and decides to read a book so he doesn’t feel entirely useless. By the time he’s finished about five or six chapters of his book, he’s been in the tub for over an hour and a half.

Huh. So that’s why people stay in here for so long.

And thus begins Sidney Crosby’s secret guilty pleasure of taking baths and using those stupid bath bombs.


Zhenya catches on to Sid’s secret love for baths fairly early on, but he chooses to let Sid have that time to himself. It’s not often that his boyfriend gets to be lazy and fully relax by himself, so he leaves it be. That is, until a package comes in for Sid—containing five different bath bombs. Zhenya furrows his eyebrows and is confused until he remembers that Taylor wanted some for her birthday.

Except her birthday was a month ago. And no one else takes baths in the Crosby family except for—


Zhenya chuckles quietly to himself and closes the box, leaving it on Sidney’s bathroom counter.


Zhenya begins to feel curious about the fizzy bath bombs himself after Taylor tells him about all the different ones that Sid seems to like (she’s his sister; of course she’s picked up on Sid’s newfound bath habits). He wants to buy Sid some bath bombs for Valentine’s Day, and Taylor chirps him for the cliché idea. She helps him anyway, and Zhenya is thankful. There’s too many options and he has no idea what Sid likes when it comes to this kind of stuff.

Curiosity eventually gets the best of Zhenya before too long, and he decides to try one out himself. He takes one of the bombs that Taylor left during the Christmas holidays when he has an off-day and Sid is out fulfilling endorsement commitments. He notices that this one is wrapped differently than the other ones he’s seen left behind by the Crosby siblings. Zhenya decides to give it a try anyway. He likes the holiday scent it leaves behind and feels himself slipping into a state of serenity. He is really enjoying himself until he feels something pop up from the crumbling bath bomb. He jumps and notices that there is a plastic ball, like the ones he’s seen in gumball machines, floating around the water. He raises an eyebrow and picks it up. He manages to pop it open and sees—

A ring? What the hell is a ring doing in a bath bomb?

It’s a pretty looking ring, most likely inexpensive and definitely fake, but it’s pretty looking nonetheless. It’s a silver band with three clear stones on either side of a larger purple stone and absolutely too small for any of his fingers. He debates whether to call Taylor and ask her about this strange bath bomb before finally deciding that she is the best person to talk to.

“Hello?” Taylor asks when Zhenya calls her later that night.

“Hey. It’s Geno,” Zhenya replies.

“Hey! What’s up?”

“I’m have a serious question.”

“Geno, if this is related to your love life and/or sex life to my brother, that’s a hard pass.” Zhenya rolls his eyes.

“No, not about Sid. It’s about strange bath thing.” Taylor hums slowly.

“The bath bombs?”


“What about them?”

“Well, is just one. I try one, see what is like. I like it very much, but I’m confused because there was ring inside it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s a new type of bath bomb. Every bath bomb from these specific companies all have a ring in them. It’s actually pretty cool. You can actually try to win a $10,000 ring and get a bunch of other cool stuff. Was the ring in the bath bomb pretty?” Zhenya looks down at the ring in his hand again and his heart strings pull slightly.

“Yes. Very pretty.”

“Send me a picture when you get a chance. Hey, I gotta go. Practice starts in about twenty minutes. Tell Sid I said hey.” They say their goodbyes and Zhenya is left staring at the ring for a long time. Sid isn’t big on jewelry. He’s practical with what he wears: the necklace that he’s had since forever and his Rolex that he bought not long after joining the NHL. He’s simple. Always has been. A ring wouldn’t be a bad addition. Maybe platinum with some black stones along the top. Or even just normal diamonds that are so subtle, someone can miss them if they don’t look close enough. Sid isn’t flashy, so something giant wouldn’t be worth blowing money on. And Sid won’t just wear a ring because Zhenya wants him to. There has to be a significant reason, like—

Oh. Oh.

Zhenya can’t help but grin at the thought. A small ceremony in Halifax by the lake in the backyard of Sidney’s lake house. Family and close friends. Black and white suits. Taylor by Sidney’s side and Denis by Zhenya’s. All the penguins, current and former, sitting in the crowd. Sidney smiling at Zhenya. Zhenya smiling back.

Exchanging vows.

Exchanging rings.

Exchanging last names.

Becoming one.

Zhenya wants it all. And he wants it all with Sidney.

Zhenya picks up his phone and quickly begins making calls.


Three months later, and the Pittsburgh Penguins are two-time Stanley Cup champions.

Sidney is bone tired by the time he and Zhenya get home from the parade. While everyone else is out still partying and getting wild, the captain and his alternate are staying in. They’ve had a long season, and they want to do nothing but shut the world out and enjoy each other’s company. When the front door closes, Zhenya cups Sidney’s face in his massive hands and kisses him slowly. Sidney hums happily into the kiss and wraps his arms around Zhenya’s neck.

“Have surprise for you,” Zhenya mumbles between kisses.

“Is that so?” Sidney replies. He toes out of his shoes while still kissing Zhenya and throws his baseball cap onto the couch.

“Mhm. Go upstairs. I’m be there in a minute.” Sid looks at Zhenya and purposely bites his bottom lip. Such a tease, Zhenya thinks. “Go, Sid.” Sid pouts playfully before standing on his tiptoes and kissing Zhenya quickly and running upstairs. Zhenya watches Sid—well, Sid’s ass, at least—ascend the steps before running to the guest bathroom downstairs in search for what he needs. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the box with black and gold wrapping paper and goes up to Sid’s room. As soon as Zhenya opens the bedroom door, his jaw drops when he sees Sidney, naked and lying seductively on the bed. He’s smirking at Zhenya and says, almost tauntingly:

“I don’t know about you, but two months with no sex is not ok with me.”

Zhenya places the neatly wrapped box on the dresser and shreds himself of his clothes. He runs and jumps on top of a laughing Sidney and laughs with him in between gentle kisses.


“I don’t think I can go another round, Zhenya,” Sid whines as Zhenya’s hand rubs Sid’s thigh. They’ve already had sex twice tonight, and if Sid was exhausted before, he can hardly move now. Zhenya chuckles into Sid’s hair.

“No more sex tonight,” he promises. “But I still give you present.”

“I thought sex was your present?”

“Only half.”

“Zhenya—” Zhenya kisses Sid into silence before he can continue to protest.

“Is nice present. Promise.” Sid hums in thought before rolling his eyes and grinning.

“Ok, fine.” Zhenya untangles himself from Sid’s sweaty limbs and runs to the dresser, grabbing the present and jumping on the bed again to give Sid the gift. Sid sits up and lets the sheets pool around his waist as he stares intently at the box. “What is it?”

“Open and find out.” Sid rolls his eyes before carefully undoing the wrapping paper and sliding the box out. He’s immediately hit with the very familiar smell of vanilla and cinnamon before he even opens the flaps of the box. He laughs when he finally sees that his suspicions are correct. He looks up at Zhenya.

“You got me a bath bomb,” he tries to unsuccessfully deadpan. His grin is too wide to come off bemused. Sid is used to Zhenya buying him bath bombs and bubble bars all the time now, and he appreciates the fact that Zhenya knows his favorites by heart. Zhenya smiles proudly and says:

“Look at it.” Sid obeys and sees that the bath bomb is twice as big as a regular bath bomb normally is. He gapes when he sees that the bath bomb is white with gold and black swirls. “Is made just for you. No other like it.” The thing is definitely bigger than Zhenya’s fist. It’s so pretty-looking that Sidney almost doesn’t want to use it.

“It’s amazing, Zhenya.” He gives Zhenya a kiss on the cheek. “If I would have known that you had gotten this for me, I would’ve bought you something.”

“No, this is for you. Now we test it.” Sid quirks an eyebrow.

“We? Since when did you start using bath bombs?”

“Oh, Sid, I’m full of surprises.” Sidney laughs loudly until the dreaded goose honk surfaces.

“Sure you are, Zhenya. If anything, you’re more predictable than me.” Zhenya gasps dramatically, almost like he’s offended. Before he can retort, Sidney is crawling out of the bed, bath bomb in hand. “Well, come on, Zhenya. I’m really in need of a shower, and I can’t wait to see how cool this thing looks.” Zhenya isn’t going to argue with Sid there. He’s hot on Sidney’s heels.


The bath bomb turns out to look really awesome with all the gold shimmering in the blue-tinted gray water of the tub. The bomb is still disintegrating while Sid sits opposite from Zhenya, facing the man he’s been in love with for six years now. They sit and talk about their highly anticipated trip to the Maldives in two weeks, about the baby Penguins and how well they did this season, about Tanger coming back next season, and so many other things. Everything is peaceful.

Then a plastic ball comes up from the water.

Sidney’s eyebrows furrow together as he looks at the clear orb floating in the middle of the tub. It’s holding a small, teal box inside. Sidney looks up at his boyfriend. “Zhenya? What is this?” Zhenya gnaws on his lip nervously.

“Your real present” is all he replies with before gesturing for Sid to take the orb and open it. Sid cautiously opens the orb and takes the box in his hand. As soon as he sees the Tiffany & Co. branding on top of the box, Sid’s heart stops. He slowly looks up at Zhenya with wide, shiny eyes. There is only one reason why Zhenya would buy something from Tiffany & Co.


“Open it, Sid.” Zhenya hates how his voice is starting to falter slightly, but he is too nervous to care.

Sid swallows the lump in his throat. He takes a shuddering breath and opens the box. What looks to be a velvet box to hold a ring in is sitting right there in Sidney’s hand. The tears begin to well up in his eyes. He shakily pops open the top to reveal a slightly thin band made of solid white gold, diamonds encircling the middle of the entire ring. It’s so simple and yet so beautiful. Sid is smiling and his tears are blurring his vision.

“Sidnyushka.” Sid snaps his head up at the affectionate nickname that Zhenya calls him during the sweetest moments. Zhenya looks close to tears, too, so Sid doesn’t feel bad anymore for feeling like a total crybaby. “Sidnyushka, I love you. I love you so much. Want to spend rest of my life with you. No one else. You most important to me. More than hockey. You everything I need. So please, Sidnyushka—” Zhenya gently takes the ring out of the box with one hand and holds Sid’s left hand with the other. Oh god, Sidney thinks. It’s really happening. He nods for Zhenya to keep going, to ask already. Zhenya smiles small.

“Will you marry me?”

Sidney giggles and nods his head. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Zhenya.” The grin on Zhenya’s face is painful, but Zhenya doesn’t care. He slips the ring onto Sidney’s ring finger and braces himself for when Sidney shifts in the water to sit himself in Zhenya’s lap, using Zhenya’s neck for leverage. Zhenya’s arms immediately wrap themselves around Sidney’s waist, effectively holding him in place. The kiss is a little rough, but neither of them care. Zhenya doesn’t think he will ever get used to having Sidney in his arms like this every day for the rest of his life. But he is definitely looking forward to it.

“I love you, Zhenya,” Sidney murmurs into Zhenya’s mouth. “God, I love you. So much.” Zhenya smiles into another kiss.

“Love you, too, Sidnyushka.” More than you will ever know, he doesn’t say. He has a lifetime to tell Sidney how much he loves him. And he can’t wait.

spot coming into power at fourteen but it happens so gradually that everyone wakes up one day and goes what the fuck before moving on with their lives

spot stole his cane from some rich asshole and keeps it because not only is it classy as fuck but it’s easier to beat someone’s head in with

spot’s key means nothing, he just thought it looked cool so he kept it

spot using a sling shot because it’s easier to hit someone in the face that way

spot choosing the highest point on the docks because he’s hella insecure about how short he is but no way is anyone going to say that out loud

spot being able to achieve hulk levels of rage so it takes like six guys to hold him back but most people just try to stay out of his way

spot being the secret big brother to all the younger newsies in brooklyn and teaching them how to read and use a slingshot and stuff

spot out drinking everyone ever by cleverly making it look like he’s drinking a lot but he never actually has more than one or two but no one’s figured it out yet

Something different - Not a fan fiction but a story based around voltage.inc

Ever since our end of year exams had finished, I had gone back to doing what I love best - dating fictional characters. It had been so long since I checked the apps that I had completely missed all of the new stories out as a result of me turning off my notifications in case of distractions. For the first time in a while, I opened one of the apps and next thing I know I’ve downloaded a new app and compiled a list of the characters I wanted with the price. Coming to a hefty total, I dipped into my savings with enough to buy a set of iTunes gift vouchers. Unfortunately, there’s nowhere so close by that I can walk to get them so I decided to use this opportunity to have a day out with my friends. It was only me, Angelina and Lee that decided to go out since the others were busy but I was excited to spend the day with my two best friends.
After a little bit of shopping and wondering shops, playing a very dangerous game of ‘guess the price’ while shopping in River Island, I finally got to a shop where they sold gift vouchers. Ange knew a lot more about my virtual haven that Lee did but the first question she had to ask was,
“Does your boyfriend know about this?” That was a big, fat no.
“Are you insane? I still can’t believe I have a boyfriend given my past relationship experience. I sure as hell won’t bring this up and drive him off when he sees the folder of otome apps on my phone.” I’ve been particularly careful to hide my phone from Kyle in case he sees the apps, the screenshots, my tumblr, wattpad or even my notes section where I’m writing fan fiction. Ever since I asked him out and he said yes, I swore I would never let him find out about this for obvious reasons. Of course, Ange decided to be my friend and not tell him but also decided to be a biatch and use it against me. How often I’ve heard,
“Please could you buy me something when you get your lunch?”
“Go get it yourself.”
“Shall I tell Kyle that you spent £25 on an iTunes gift voucher for a dating sim?”
“… Would you like a brownie or a flapjack?”
“Brownie please!” She’ll chime with the sickliest of smiles. Even still, she will listen to my emotional outbursts or ask whether lovestruck have released a new lesbian yet. Her favourite so far is Aurora James.
Lee on the other hand barely knows anything about it. All that he knows is from disputes he’s settled between me and Ange when we show him characters and ask whether they are good looking or not. Genuinely. Most of the time they are.
I tried to be subtle when buying my vouchers along with a drink but Lee caught me at the till.
“Two vouchers? That’s a lot. Are they for someone’s birthday?”
“No, they’re just for me. I want to make purchases on my iPad.”
“What are you spending so much on?” This time Ange butts into the conversation.
“You know when we show you those guys and ask for your opinion? It’s for that.” He just looked at me like, 'WTF?’
“How much do you spend on those games?”
“Not much. It’s like £3.99 which is good when you think about how expensive other books are.”
“Still that’s a lot of money. If it were me I would have bought a new wardrobe or loads of makeup.”
“Well, that’s you. You know I don’t like makeup and I’ve got enough clothes so buying more just seems pointless to me. I’d rather save up all of my money and spend it whenever instead of splurging it as soon as I get it. You choose makeup and-” Just then, Ange cuts me off.
“-And you choose fictional characters.”
“Exactly!” Then comes the dreaded question.
“Does Kyle know about it?”
“What do you think?”
“Tell him. He has to know.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Why is everyone so persistent about me telling my boyfriend that I play romance sims?
“Why not?”
“Cause it’s just SO cool that I’m sure he would fall deeper in love with me.” My voice drips with sarcasm.
“Just be honest. If he really loves you, he wouldn’t care.” I don’t think they realise how much I cherish my boyfriend that I don’t want to do anything to jeopardise our relationship. Kyle is one of the coolest guys I know. He’s really popular for being so easy to talk to. We’ve been friends for a while although I was never as close to him as other people are. I convinced him to come to one of my shows - Rock of Ages - and he loved it so much saying how much fun it must be to be a part of our group. Knowing how he would be accepted immediately since he’s an amazing dancer, I convinced him to join. Of course he was accepted and we started spending more time together until I finally grew a pair and told him how I felt. I’ve grown up on the belief that you don’t ask for something, you don’t get so I thought at least they would know about my feelings and there might have been a possibility that they would say yes. Honestly, I was expecting a no which usually happened followed by them making fun of me; just shows they were the wrong people to catch feelings for. I had a good feeling that Kyle wouldn’t tease me and that he would let me down gently. Turns out he thought I was sweet and wanted to try going out. He thought if you reject love, you’ll probably never find it. Turns out we’re both philosophical. I didn’t want to lose him. He’s WAY out of my league. Just imagine a pro dancer, amazing actor, smart, friendly, sports beast going out with an otaku introvert who spends their free time playing otome games. Yeah… enough said.
Once I bought my vouchers, we had Greggs pasties for lunch and went to our secret hang out on this building roof with a car park that no one ever goes. Getting home after six, I started making my purchases.

Our group decided to go out again and I managed to buy and read all of the stories I wanted to. Ange is usually more interested and asks what I spent my money on which results in me babbling as if I was on five energy drinks.
“Well, I bought all of Toma season one from irresistible, Rikiya’s season 3 from school affairs, all of the My Mr Jealousy stories from scandal along with Chiaki’s season 3 from our two bedroom. My heart can’t take it. Chiaki got jealous because this photographer proposed to the MC but Chiaki has really low self esteem because of his childhood. Toma is a cheeky bugger but I absolutely love him. They gave each other nicknames like neophyte and Todd because he acts like a toddler. I feel that he’s the most realistic character because they show his passion for his work instead of just the MC-”
“You on about those games again?” Lee interrupts.
“Yeah. They’re soooo good!”
“I’m gonna tell Kyle you play them.”
“You know what, Lee, I know you won’t because you’re all introverts. Who’s going to tell him when none of you have had a proper conversation with him? That’s what I thought. You won’t tell him.” I should have thought about that ages ago when I told Ange. She’s especially shy when it comes to talking to new people. I remember when we first met, she was quiet until she found out I watched black butler and our friendship took off. There’s no way they will tell Kyle.

A few days later, there was another story I wanted to read so I was doing so in the living room while my mum popped out to get some shopping. While I was smiling at my phone in my dream world, I was interrupted by a knock on my window. The last person I expected to see was there - Kyle! Usually he calls if he wants to come over but this time, he’s just come and he looks a little fidgety. Locking my phone, I put it down and answer the door. Kyle just immediately starts talking.
“Sorry, Babe. I know I call usually but Lee just texted me saying you were cheating on me with someone called Todd. I trust you, it’s just, I never talk to Lee so to hear that from him, I freaked out a little. I trust you, really, but whose Todd?” Lee! You didn’t!
“No no no no no! You don’t have to worry about Todd.” Geez, that came out wrong. “What I mean is he isn’t what you think.”
“Can I see your phone? It would just make me feel better if I see your messages and it’s just a friendship.” Now I’ve made him doubt me… It’s about time I’m honest and told him, even if he doesn’t like me afterwards. I take his hand and lead him into the living room. Picking up my phone, I go into the app and give it to Kyle.
“This is Todd. I’m not cheating on you; it’s just a game.” I point to Toma and select a random chapter as I start tapping the screen. I can’t even look him in the eye, I’m so embarrassed. This is harder than I thought. Kyle just keeps tapping and reading while his expression remains unreadable. For the first time in what feels like hours which is only minutes, he makes an affirming sound and speaks.
“Hm. So that’s it. That’s alright then.” Jesus, I didn’t even know I was holding my breath until I let it go.
“I started playing them about three years ago so before we were going out I want to specify. I just carried on playing since I kind of invested so much time on them.”
“Them? How many are there?” I press the home button which takes him to the folder full of them. Some with particularly embarrassing pictures.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Kyle, but for obvious reasons I couldn’t.”
“Why not? It’s cute. I didn’t know you were into this.” Did… did he just… what? My face feels ridiculously warm. I bet it’s completely red right now.
“You don’t mind?”
“No. I’d prefer this than to find out you’re cheating on me.”
“You’re too amazing. I would never cheat on you.” One of the things I love about Kyle the most is when he’s cool and collected, if you give him a compliment he starts grinning like a child while aww-ing with thank yous. His smile makes me weak. It’s like it’s my kryptonite.
Giving my phone back to me, I put it in my pocket and Kyle treads forward a little to wrap his arms around me. Despite going out for a few months, we’re still a little shy doing stuff like this. I didn’t think I would find a guy at my age who wouldn’t be like other guys our age, who just love the attention in a relationship. It really seems like he loves me personally. I would have never guessed that he would also accept my hobbies as a part of me. Especially one with other guys in my life, even if they are all fictional.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any really fluffy drarry fics? Maybe any smut where they 'praise' each others bodies and stuff?? Really anything cute is fine. Thanks

Ah, sorry that this has taken me ages to reply! Really sorry, Anon!

I have a tag for all the fluffy fics I’ve read but here are my favourites:

All Our Secrets Laid Bare: Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant:  Harry Potter’s new assistant is snarkily organized.

In Which Draco Malfoy Treats His Classmates To Bad Poetry Over Breakfast:  How does Draco love thee? Let him count the ways…

Need to Know:  Some are born to matchmake, others have matchmaking thrust upon them, and all of this is Neville’s fault, anyway.

Sneak Attack… Hugs?:  Potter belonged in a mental facility, this just proved it. Draco had always known he was unhinged, but this went beyond the Golden Boy’s usual insanity.

​Tea and No Sympathy:  It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

What You Do With Your Life, A.H.K.B.C.B. (After the Hero Kills the Batshit Crazy Bastard):  Draco Malfoy had waited years in hope of seeing Harry Potter utterly humiliated….

​Wish Upon a Star (As Dreamers Do):  There’s plant magic and celestial magic and dark magic and the normal magic that allows Harry to use a spell to clean his socks when Myrtle’s taken up in his laundry room again. Then there are wishes, and dreams, and love, and those are even more magical still.

Sorry, don’t have anything for the smut part ^^’. But I hope this helps!

Hartwin Fic Recs

It’s Author Appreciation Week, and one of the things I wanted to do was post some fic recs. I’ve skipped over the fandom classics, those stories that pop up on every list, and tried to go for some of the lesser known ones.

Also these are all fluffy and happy. What can I say? When it comes to these spy fools, this is what I love to read. :-)

Atherwellen by coloursflyaway  (coloursflyaway)

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.
The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

I can’t say enough about this fic. I ADORE it. It’s funny as hell, but rather touching, too. It’s an amazing peek into the life of Merlin and his team, and a global Kingsman that is just wonderfully written. I felt like I knew every single one of them. The Hartwin takes a back seat here, but honestly, you won’t even miss them, you’ll be so wrapped up in everyone else’s shenanigans.

Little House by aerospaces  (aeronautiques)

Harry’s life is changed. It’s not dramatic but it’s noticeable enough that Harry wakes one day, blinking at the weight of a leg slung across his waist.

Hands down this is my absolute favorite Hartwin fic. I re-read this one all the time. It’s short, absolutely sweet, and fills my craving for domestic fluffy happiness like nothing else.

I Could Have Danced All Night by venvephe  (venvephe)

The waltz is, generally, not very high on the list of sexual dances.

Sensual, on the other hand, may be a better descriptor.

Harry realizes that too late.

Like all of venvephe’s stories, this has spot-on characterization and dialogue I can hear so clearly in my head. But mostly this story just makes me smile and do that thing where I hug myself with happy. It’s sweet and light and so much fun, and you can just FEEL the love they have for each other, with every word. 

Aisle Three by plinys  (plinys)

Less than twenty-four hours prior he had been in Spain fighting for his life against a group of eco-terrorists, and now here he is standing in the middle of a grocery store listening to the person who matters most to him in the world debate over the merits of soy versus almond milk.

One of those “moment of epiphany” stories where one half of the OTP realizes they love the other in the most unexpected way. This is so sweetly done, and I just adore it. That last sentence never fails to make grin and quiver all over with happy.

Nursing Eggsy by DC_Derringer   @dcderringer

Eggsy is sent home with the flu under strict orders to be cared for. Obviously, Harry is the only one available to take care of him since his mum is on vacation.

I love this trope to pieces, one half of an OTP taking care of the other one when they’re sick/hurt, and this story hits ALL my buttons. Poor Eggsy, I wanted to wrap him in a blanket and feed him soup myself! And Harry is so wonderful here, patient and caring. Exactly the kind of fluffy story I love to read.

Go forth and read, and be sure to give your writers some love!

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Supercat has been in a relationship for a while. Carter accidentally sees his mom with Kara and Supergirl thinking that she is cheating on both if them. Confronts Cat

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Cat Grant would never admit to the besotted smile that graced her face as she turned back from her balcony and into the master bedroom in her apartment. Her girlfriend had done a ‘flyby’ as she called it and stopped on the balcony at her apartment for a few stolen moments. Well. Maybe a few more moments than could really be justified by a term like ‘flyby’. She sighed. She was using Kara’s ridiculous terms now. She’d resisted at first but they, like Kara herself, managed to work their way past her defenses until they became a part of her daily life. Kara was over at least three nights a week for dinner and her son was talking more than he ever had during the evening meal…or the following morning meal as more and more was becoming the case. It was starting to feel an awful lot like family, and as scary as that was—Kara had a way about her that made that seem like it wasn’t the worst thing that could be happening. It would be fine.

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