Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.
Sharing Different Heartbeats by talithan (17k) It’s Harry’s first time in New York City, and he is determined to have a good time. How Draco Malfoy figures into this remains to be seen.
A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (38k) Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?
The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k) When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.
The Destiny You Sold by tryslora (58k) In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.
All the Ashes Like Leaves by @firethesound (21k) Nothing about being the Chosen One had prepared Harry for this. With most of the population blinded and man-eating plants running amok, he can only stay close to his friends as they make their way to safety. Not that he’d call Malfoy a friend, but the end of the world does rather make their ongoing feud seem trivial. And it just figures that it took nothing short of an apocalypse to make Malfoy seem like less of a git.
Fair Courtesy by Lomonaaeren (3k) This is what happens when you destroy one of the eighth-year dorm beds and therefore have one less of them than you should have.
Building It Together by digthewriter (27k) Forced proximity can only lead to bad things, right? Right.
Harry and Draco manage to escape from being trapped in a wine cellar, but their problems don’t end there. Voldemort, somewhat inconsiderately, doesn’t think to pause the war while they work out their feelings for one another, and the Order is not quite as supportive as Harry had hoped. — A remix of dysonrules’s Need
Chasing an Epoch by kiraohara (80k) When Scorpius goes missing just shy of his tenth birthday, circumstances leave Draco relying on none other than his childhood enemy to find him. With the assistance of Harry’s children, they race against the clock to unravel the mysterious disappearance before it’s too late. But is everything as it seems? Or will they end up not only end up needing to save Scorpius, but needing to find it in themselves to believe that they can save the whole world?
Harry has dreams that pull him into the realm of the newly dead. At first, the dreams are only a curious mystery, but when when Harry dreams of Narcissa Malfoy, his life suddenly goes in a much different direction than the one he’d always imagined.
For Love of a Family by icicle33 (30k) A series of attacks by a group of neo-Death Eaters causes the Ministry to implement a new set of restrictions on former Death Eaters and their children. When Scorpius falls ill, Draco decides that he will do anything to save his son, even if it means marrying Harry Potter.
in between the silences by grantairette (13k) Harry and Draco are sent to a safe house immediately after the battle of Hogwarts, where they’re supposed to be spend three weeks together, much to their anger. Television serves as both therapy and a bonding opportunity, coffee and tea get drunk in large quantities, and they try to reconcile themselves with life after the war.
To Be Back Again in the Rest of the Room by lamerezouille (15k) Harry’s just defeated Voldemort, and has had enough trouble for a lifetime. All he wants to do now is to get into his four-poster bed in Gryffindor Tower and sleep. Too bad he soon finds himself unexpectedly stuck in a malfunctioning Room of Requirement… with Malfoy.
Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo (37k) The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all. (LJ Link)
Touchstone by Faith Wood (7k) Two years after their break up, Harry and Draco meet again under familiar circumstances: Draco is in danger, Harry saves him.
“I don’t know, can you?” Scott replies over his shoulder as he heads back into the garage.
Stiles laughs and gets in his Jeep before Isaac is tempted to come back for another hit. Scott McCall is absolutely nothing like Stiles thought he was going to be. He’s supposed to be the leader of the Pack, but he just seems really friendly and protective.
Derek on the other hand- well, Derek is complicated. And so far Stiles’ best in. It has nothing to do with how intrigued Stiles is by him or with how much he wants to sleep with him. Nope. Nothing at all.
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When Brian ran from Miami he kept running all the way to California, Beacon Hills to be precise. What he didn’t expect was to find his mate, and the Hale pack didn’t expect Peter to ever truly find his sanity. Stranger things have happened ..
i was about to joke about how my political stance is “end lawnmower culture” but then it occurred to me that i actually Am against lawns as suburban status symbols and wastes of land that Could be used to sustain native flora & fauna and grow food for people, but no, instead they are these huge useless swaths of land that need Constant maintenance, the process of which is not only destructive, but Incredibly Loud
You know that actually is the purpose of a lawn? They started as a trend of the French monarchy – the ones revolutionaries beheaded for being self indulgent assholes.
It exists purely as a status symbol that says, “I have land but I don’t have to use it for anything productive. I can invest time, money and resources in maintaining an entirely useless crop on land I’m not farming just because it looks pretty.”
Lawns offend me.
Why have that stunted golf course in front of your suburban house if you can’t even water it? Get one of these instead.
Unite Against the Lawn
Pro tiny house, anti grass lawn. Prioritize practicality.
This is actually really interesting because back in the 1950s and 60s in Australia when we started getting large waves of Southern European migrants one thing the Italians and others would often so is buy a little suburban home, then tear out the ornamental flower beds and lawn and useless trees and plant fruits, vegetables, grapes and even olives. It was considered completely scandalous by their Anglo-Saxon neighbours because lawn was considered an aspirational thing and the ideal was to go from not needing a kitchen garden and having an ornamental garden to show how well you were doing.
This is great. All of it. Not to derail this too much, but “Lawnmower” culture also reminds me of aggressively heterosexual men. Men ALWAYS will use mowing the lawn as a way to get out of doing all the other household chores – having a lawn that a man mows somehow makes maintaining everything else inside a house the women’s responsibility. Down with lawnmower culture.
i’ve actually read a whole book on lawns and lawn culture (yes, really) it’s called lawn people by paul robbins check it out and let’s all boycott lawn culture together!!!
This is a thought that has honestly never crossed my mind.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
Okay, so there’s a tiny possibility that Derek’s broken his dick. Not, like, literally broken, just figuratively. See, after that whole thing with Derek wrapping up his hands with his own belt — why hello there, bondage kink, so very nice to meet you — Stiles has kind of been a little obsessed. He’s jerked off while wearing it, jerked off while he’s got his hands wrapped up in it, jerked off to the smell of the leather, and jerked off to the mental image of Derek coming all over it while Stiles has his hands wrapped up in it.
Like the ocean is a little wet, the sun is a little warm, and space is a little big, he’s a little obsessed.
Which may be why he’s face down on his bed, leather pressed up against his nose and mouth, hand snaked under the band of his boxers, jerking off again. At this rate, he’s going to get friction sores, and it’s all Derek’s fault. He’s got his mouth on the belt, tasting the salty-bitter edge, imagining that he’s lapping up come. He has his hips up in the air, just enough to give himself access, just enough that he can roll and grind against the mattress.
He feels more than hears the window open, the puff of night air cool on his flushed skin, Derek’s sharp inhale making him jump and jerk and shiver.
“What,” he says, and Stiles can tell from Derek’s voice alone when his eyes start to blaze alpha-red, “are you doing?”
Stiles wonders how he looks to Derek, sucking on the edge of that leather belt, rutting into the bed, stripped out of his layers down to just his boxers. His dick is a little dry, but the dark rumble of Derek growling — sexy growling, not scary growling, though to be honest both get Stiles hot and bothered — has him leaking a bead of precome. Stiles angles his wrist, reaches up to catch the bead before it soaks into his boxers, rubs it into the head of his dick with his thumb.
“What does it look like?” Stiles groans from around the belt.
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