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drarryruinedme7 · 5 years

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Two Malfoys Are Better Than One

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Threesome- Draco/Draco/Harry | Rating: E | Length: 3,6K | Tags: PWP, Dom/sub Undertones, Top Draco, Bottom Harry, very much Explicit Sexual Content, Pet Names, Over-sensitive Harry Potter, Double Penetration, Blink and you’ll miss it breath kink, Orgasm Delay, Anal Sex, From fuck to love? | Beta: amazing @keyflight790 ❤️

Two Malfoys Are Better Than One (AO3)

“Malfoy?” Harry heard the door of Grimmauld Place close as Malfoy entered the house, the scent of his citrus shampoo lingering in the air behind him.

It was enough to make Harry hard, his mind already going in all kinds of directions.

Pity Malfoy always had to open his mouth and ruin everything.

“I see you can still recognize people, in spite of the ripe old age.” Malfoy turned towards him, leaning his hip against the banister of the stairs that led to the second floor, a smirk already pulling at his plump lips.

He was annoying, really. And his voice absurdly irritating. Not at all one of the reasons why Harry’s cock was throbbing in his pants. He cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn’t show just how much he was already affected by Malfoy’s presence.

“You idiot, you’re older than me, and today’s just my 23rd birthday.” It came out breathy, the exact opposite of the usual spite they reserved for each other when in public. But here they were alone, in the safety of Harry’s house, which reminded him…

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he approached Harry, a predatory glint in his eyes. When he was mere inches from Harry he purred in his ear, “I have a birthday gift for you, sweetheart.”

Harry knew, he knew that the pet name served as a reminder of their positions, of his place, but he couldn’t avoid the contented whimper that escaped his lips at hearing Malfoy call him ‘sweetheart’ with that soft tone.

In a swift movement, Malfoy grabbed Harry’s waist and pushed him against the wall, pressing him there with his body, his straining erection hot against Harry’s thigh.

“Wanna see what it is?” Malfoy breathed on Harry’s mouth but didn’t give him time to reply because he slowly licked Harry’s bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. He released it, breathed again, “Mh, do you, sweetheart?” and intertwined their hands, bringing them up above Harry’s head, pushing his chest against the wall, blocking Harry’s breathing. Fuck, Malfoy could always turn him into mush with only a few moves, few words.

Harry tried to take a breath but almost choked on it, Malfoy’s weight still pushed against him. His cock gave a jolt at the feeling, his voice already panting. “M-Malfoy, I can’t—”

“Breathe? You know you like it.” Harry could hear the smirk in Malfoy’s tone, but a second after, he was stepping back, the lack of his body heat already painful.

Harry held his gaze, smirked. Malfoy could never resist him when he tantalised him, his Dom side singing at the possibility of showing exactly who was in control.

“Um, how come you have a gift for me? We’re not boyfriends, as you always like reminding me with your daily owls. ‘Hi Potter, day 321, a gentle reminder we’re only fucking.’ ‘Hi Potter, day 405, we’re still only fucking.’ I have hundreds of them, together with the notes you leave on my desk every morning and your emails and—”

Malfoy waved a hand in front of Harry, scowling. “Okay, okay! Well! If you don’t like my notes, you could have just said so.”

Harry snorted, and cursed himself for the affection that gushed through him. “I like them, Malfoy. After all, they’re a sign you think about me every day.”

A faint blush covered Malfoy’s cheeks, but he quickly took back, saying with a shrug, “Listen Potter, the thing is, we’re fucking and that’s great, it works like this, right? But who said enemies who fuck can’t have birthday gifts?”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, bracing himself for yet another one of Malfoy’s jokes. “Enemies?”

Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and approached Harry again, his lips brushing Harry’s when he whispered, “Meet me in your bedroom in ten minutes.”

Harry stared as Malfoy turned and stalked off towards the bedroom, giving him the perfect view of his perky arse. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, wondering about what Malfoy had possibly bought him.

Since they started fucking, they established some rules, safe words, what games and toys could be used. Harry loved to sub, he especially loved it with Malfoy, but there were some things he wasn’t comfortable with. Surely Malfoy had respected that, right?

Taking a fortifying breath, he made his way toward the bedroom, slowly pushing the door open.

“About time, Potter. I’d punish you, but today’s your birthday. I’ll leave you one, sweetheart.”

Whatever response was on the tip of Harry’s tongue, it died when he saw Malfoy sitting on the bed, legs sprawled, completely naked, gasping on the word ‘sweetheart’ as he was stroking his cock in long, teasing tugs.

Harry froze, not knowing what to do, what he wanted from him.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Malfoy’s pupils were dilated and his gaze unfocused, wandering madly all over Harry’s body as he reached the bed.

“Get naked.”

This time the tone didn’t let any space to the imagination; it was a command, one that Harry was more than happy to comply. He stepped out of his pyjama bottoms, climbed onto the bed and settled himself between Malfoy’s legs.

Harry’s gaze dropped to his cock, shining with drops of pre-come. Sucking in a breath, he looked up again to find Malfoy smirking, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“The t-shirt too, sweetheart.”

Harry shook his head — right, the t-shirt. He threw it off somewhere by his side, and didn't take off his pants, knowing it was one of Malfoy’s favourite parts.

He returned to look at Malfoy, waiting for the next instruction. Letting go of his cock, Malfoy moved closer to Harry, pushing him onto the bed, pinning his hands above his head, straddling his lap.

He finally kissed Harry, licking along his bottom lip, eliciting a deep moan from him, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. They started an agonizingly slow grind against each other, every brush of Malfoy’s cock on Harry’s sending sparks of lust across his skin.

It was always like this with Malfoy. Harry felt every little movement, every brush, lick, kiss, multiplied in every cell of his body, making him dizzy and crazy with want.

When Malfoy left his mouth to trail kisses along his jaw, Harry groaned, bucking his hips forward, searching for friction. Malfoy smiled against his cheek and brought a hand to his hip, pushing it into the mattress, with a strength Harry knew would have left bruises. This thought made Harry’s head spun, and he started to unleash incoherent begs, “P-pease, let me move, l-let me… I-I need…”

Malfoy only pressed harder on his hip, biting on Harry’s earlobe. “Stay still and be patient, pet, all in good time.”

Harry panted desperately, wanting more right now, right then, but he learned that waiting had its rewards with Malfoy.

He nodded frantically, tilting his head to give Malfoy better access to his neck and a second after he felt Malfoy’s tongue trailing a long stripe along his throat, his Adam’s apple, biting gently at his flesh, the contact once again making Harry’s world spin around him.

He closed his eyes, arching his back off the bed, sinking his hand into Malfoy’s hair, trying to disentangle his other hand from Malfoy’s grip.

Malfoy tightened his hand around Harry’s wrist in response, and raised his head, his eyes serious. He cast a wandless and wordless spell, black silk laces appearing at Harry’s wrists, bringing them together and clasping them to the headboard of the bed.

Harry gasped at the feeling, already lost for the man straddling him. Malfoy smirked and shifted lower, brushing his lips to Harry’s nipple, whispering, “I told you to stay still, sweetheart, didn’t I?”

Harry nodded, trying to remember when he said so, but coming up with only the memories of Malfoy’s lips on his ear, neck, Malfoy’s hard cock pressed against his, his body sliding on his, his low moans the only sounds Harry could recall.

Malfoy kept lapping at Harry’s nipple, circling it with his tongue, lightly grazing his teeth on it as the hand at Harry's hip started moving and a finger was suddenly brushing the hem of his pants, slowly tracing a line from one hip to the other.

Harry’s senses felt overwhelmed by Malfoy’s touches, his light gasps, his firm voice, his permeating scent. He growled, desperately trying to move his hands, to touch Malfoy, to have something, anything more than this, his cock throbbing achingly in his pants.

He felt Malfoy softly giggling on his chest and then kissing somewhere at Harry’s ribs, he had no idea, he only craved for that mouth to go lower and lower, until he felt Malfoy's hand grasp his pants and tugging.

Harry planted his feet on the mattress and raised his arse from the bed to help him get them off, the fabric maddeningly brushing Harry’s cock. He let out a strangled moan and looked down to see Malfoy looking right at him, lowering his head and licking a long stripe from the base of Harry’s cock to the tip.

Harry’s sight blurred and he threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent gasp, his stomach clenching. The feeling of Malfoy’s tongue on his cock was almost unbearable and his hands itched to move and grasp Malfoy’s hair, urging him to take his cock finally.

But Malfoy just licked the pre-come away and came back to Harry’s balls, slowly licking them, and then lower again on Harry’s perineum.

He lapped at the furled skin with the flat of his tongue and Harry saw stars. He panted, “M-Malfoy, please, I beg you… s-suck—”

Harry’s plea died in his throat when Malfoy finally replaced the tongue on his hole with his finger and swallowed his cock instead, until his nose rested on Harry’s groin.

The finger on Harry’s hole slipped in, wet, til the first knuckle and then out again. Malfoy sucked on Harry’s cock, swirling his tongue on the shaft as the finger thrust back in, until it was completely buried in Harry’s arse.

Harry cried out, relief coursing through him, his hips helplessly bucking against Malfoy’s finger, his brain completely fuzzing. “Oh gods, more, more, Malfoy—”

This time Malfoy thrust in with two fingers and let go of Harry’s cock, sitting between his legs instead, caressing his thigh with his free hand, looking pleased down at him.

Harry looked back at Malfoy, his legs trembling with the effort of holding back his impending orgasm, a plea in his eyes.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t want to ruin your birthday gift, do you?”

Harry opened his mouth to reply as Malfoy added a third finger and thrust in, brushing Harry’s prostate and making his entire body shake with the need to come.

He bucked his hips up, searching for an invisible friction, not having enough, not able to come yet. He sighed loudly, trying to gather his composure to be able to properly respond, and glowered at Malfoy.

“Malfoy, is my birthday gift your cock? Because I’ve already had it, you know…"

A mischievous glint lit Malfoy’s eyes, and he pulled out his fingers, making Harry’s leg slightly tremble under his touch. He already mourned the loss of those fingers and bit his tongue for giving a salty response.

But then Malfoy slipped a hand under Harry’s body and tugged, and Harry sat up, following his touch. Malfoy untied Harry’s wrists, but before Harry could finally touch him, grasp him, he grabbed his hands and tied them again behind Harry’s back.

“Malfoy, wha—”

“Do you remember,” Malfoy whispered at his ear, “the safe word?”

Sighing for finally having his arms lowered, even if still blocked, Harry nodded. “Mango.”

“Good boy. Use it if it’s too much, okay?”

Harry froze, his mind racing. They never had to reaffirm their rules, they were ordinary habit by now. What the fuck did the prat have in mind?

Together with a touch of anxiety, lust sparked again in Harry at the thought of letting himself go to something new once again, with Malfoy. Curiosity took over and he nodded, trustful, contented.

Malfoy settled himself behind Harry and pulled him into his lap, just enough to align Malfoy’s cock to Harry’s hole.

Harry slowly sank down on Malfoy’s cock, opening his mouth in a deep growl of satisfaction at the feeling of fullness he was craving so desperately, his cock leaking a spurt of pre-come as Malfoy grasped his hips to guide him.

When he was fully seated, Malfoy bit on his shoulder and grabbed his tied hands with one hand. He thrust lightly in and Harry wiggled his hips, the feeling of Malfoy’s cock stretching him making him weak.

He rose a bit, leaning on his knees, and Malfoy took the hint, starting to fuck him at a rough pace, soon finding Harr’s sweet spot.

Just as Harry felt his balls tighten and the room spin around him, Malfoy pinched his arm, taking him out of his lust, and growled breathless, “You know, Potter—”

He took a deep breath and started again, his voice firmer, “I really struggled to find the perfect birthday gift for you today.”

Harry listened as Malfoy thrust in more forcefully, sliding one hand over his chest to brush his nipple, smashing his ability to think.

“I mean, you have it all,” he went on, helping Harry rise and sink again on his cock, Harry’s strength abandoning him for the effort of not coming, “What more could I give you?”

He finally untied Harry’s hands, positioning them in front of Harry, so that Harry was now leaning his weight on his own arms. That’s when one of Malfoy's hands came to Harry’s throat, grasping it as he knew it would have sent Harry over the edge in mere minutes.

He caressed his pulsing vein, pressing slightly. Harry choked on a gasp, feeling his cheeks aflame, the need of orgasming more and more strong.

Malfoy leaned to his ear and went on, “And then that’s when I realised. What better gift to give you… than me.”

Harry blinked two, three, four times. Either Malfoy had succeeded to fuck him into silliness, or the overwhelming pleasure was intoxicating him, because in front of him Harry could distinctly see another Malfoy, dressed in shirt and trousers, a smirk on his face.

“M-Malfoy, what the fuck, who—”

The Malfoy in front of him got closer unbuckling his belt, taking Harry’s chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling him in a heated kiss. Harry’s brain shut down, he was sure Malfoy was right behind him, still fucking into him, brushing his prostate over and over again, then who was now kissing him, making him tremble?

As he broke the kiss, the second Malfoy unbuttoned his shirt, making some of the buttons jump on the floor, and he put a hand on Harry’s chest, slowly sliding it lower and lower, until he grasped Harry’s cock.

From behind him came Malfoy’s familiar drawl. “Do you like your surprise, sweetheart?”

Harry looked at the second Malfoy as he started stroking him and he knew, right in that moment, that he could not hold back his orgasm anymore.

“I… don’t know what to say. E-everything I feel is so en-enhanced…”

He closed his eyes, letting his other senses guide him. Laying his head on the shoulder of the second Malfoy, Harry begged. “Let me c-come, Malfoy… p-please…”

He heard a single reply from two identical voices. “Come, sweetheart.”

Harry’s cock released the first spatter of come as the two Malfoys were still finishing to speak, his senses wrecked by Malfoy’s thrusts and the scent of the other Malfoy’s hair so close to his face. He kept leaking come on Malfoy’s hand for what felt like an eternity and when he finished he barely registered Malfoy sliding out of him and laying him down on the bed on his back.

“Gods, Malfoy, I… that was…”

“Not even the beginning.” The second Malfoy was undressing himself, climbing the bed right next to his Malfoy. Harry realised he had no idea anymore who was the real one.

“What… what do you mean?” Harry felt exhausted, but his cock seemed to think differently. It was still fully hard, and was throbbing at the image in front of his eyes.

In a flash, Harry realised Malfoy hadn't come yet and made to grasp his cock, but he gently batted his hand away.

“I want to fuck you again. But—”

He turned towards his clone.

Fuck.

Harry’s eyes widened and for a second, his cock started to wilt. Surely, he didn’t mean to double penetrate him, right?

“I want you to take both of us.”

Shit.

Harry propped himself up on his elbow, regarding him with a wary gaze. He opened his mouth to tell him off, when he looked at the two of them together and his cock hardened once again fully.

The idea of having twice of what he usually had started to implant itself in his mind. If his orgasms were already so strong with one Malfoy, how would it be with two?

He laid on the bed again, holding Malfoy’s gaze. “Okay.”

If he wasn’t sure of this decision, the happiness reflected in Malfoy’s eyes did the trick.

“You’re such a good boy, sweetheart, you know? Good good good boy. I’ll treat you so well, I’ll be patient, pet, you’ll love it, you’ll beg for more.”

Harry’s cheeks felt hot at the praise.

“Now, turn on your stomach, pet.”

Harry made to do it, when a thought startled him. He looked at the two Malfoys and breathed, “No.”

Malfoy’s eyebrows knitted together and Harry's went on. “No, I want to see it.”

At this, the eyebrows of both Malfoys rose to their hairlines. “Potter… it will be more painful like that.”

Harry didn't reply. If he had to be penetrated by two Malfoys, he wanted to see the show.

“Okay then. It's your birthday after all.”

Malfoy laid down on the bed next to Harry and pulled him to straddle his lap, never taking off his eyes from Harry’s face. He brought a hand behind his neck and drew Harry closer, whispering to his ear, “Tell me if it's too much.”

Harry’s heart leaped in his chest at the words. He didn’t remind Harry of the safe word, didn’t remark his Dom position or gave him an order. He simply asked to be alerted if Harry’d be uncomfortable, with fondness in his voice.

Harry grinned at him as the second Malfoy positioned himself behind him and aligned his cock to Harry’s hole, slipping in easily again, a groan escaping him.

He carefully started to stretch Harry around his cock with his fingers, inserting one and then two and then — just when Harry was sure nothing else would have fitted in — he added a third finger, as the Malfoy under himself pulled him in a kiss, distracting him just enough, sliding a hand down between their bodies to grasp his cock and Harry could feel it slowly thrusting in along the second’s. He broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Trying to stay calm, Harry gripped the blanket at the sides of Malfoy’s head, shutting his eyes, biting on his lips until they bled, sure it wouldn't have been possible to take two and that they’d break him. Malfoy kept whispering praises and encouragements at his ear, until he felt both of them inside himself, stilling to give him time to settle.

He opened his eyes again, his sense burning for the presence of two Malfoys inside of him. He looked down at his Malfoy, eyes half closed, and then turned his head to peek at the second Malfoy behind him, his sight full of those plump lips and for a moment, Harry thought of being in heaven, a heaven of porcelain skin that seemed endless and grey reassuring eyes.

He inhaled deeply, now able to feel the pleasure over the pain and let out a little moan that seemed to reinforce the two Malfoy’s, who started fucking Harry in earnest.

It mustn’t have lasted for long, with Malfoy over-sensitised by their previous activities, but by the time the two Malfoys cried, “Fuck, yes, Harry” and came into Harry’s arse, Harry was enough aroused to come again, the feeling of their orgasms enhancing his own, his fist pumping quickly on his cock, a moan, “gods, Draco,” escaping his lips.

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Harry woke up with a start, every inch of his body aching and a pounding headache.

All the memories from the previous night came back in a rush, making Harry's heart pump quickly.

Of course, that’s why his back and arse were hurting so badly. But all in all, Harry knew he had never experienced a pleasure so intense before.

Malfoy was completely crazy and exhausting, but he always knew how to please him. Again, all the memories of the care Malfoy had used to clean and make Harry comfortable after giving him his ‘gift’, invaded his mind, leaving back a warm feeling.

He sighed and turned his head, finding an empty bed — Malfoy went back home, as per usual. He scratched his eyes and extended an arm to grab his glasses on the nightstand, finding a note next to them.

He grabbed both, shoved his glasses on and read the note:

“First off, come down, breakfast’s ready. Second, it’s day 681 and we’re still fucking. Or maybe more?”

Harry smiled and jumped sat on the bed. He couldn’t wait to go meet Draco downstairs.

Link to AO3. ❤️

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ilovekyloren-bensolo · 4 years

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Pretty sure this is what goes on at the StarKiller base 😂❤️

Inspired by a Drarry art I saw on Pinterest.

the wonderful artist is @mzuul ❤️

#sw tros #theriseofskywalker #sw tlj #kyloren #ben solo #armitage hux #general hux #starwars #huxlo #soft kylux #kylux art #digital art #my artwork #gay

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unicornsandphoenix · 5 years

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Blog Birthday??!!?!!?!?!

Helloooooo alll! So not only is today my wife’s birthday (I keep saying wife and I feel like someone is gonna believe it too much someday?), but also! It is my blog birthday!!!!! Fucking shit you guys! Happy birthday to this blog! Some cool facts about this blog:

1) Today, it is 1 year old (shit my dudes, it’s real)

2) It was started purely because I had a story that I wanted to post and I was tired of not reblogging fan content but only liking, so the side blog was created

3) There are so many instrumental people who went into creating this blog oh ho ho let me tell you about it under the cut, sorry to everyone who was tagged I went ham

4) This blog has grown to have more followers than I deserve

5) Has gotten me out of some pretty bad depressive episodes

6) Is my child that I want so very much to nurture

So just.... A very big thank you goes out to everyone seeing this. Because even in indirect ways, you have all affected me and shaped me in some way. So thank you, I love you all! (And of you were tagged, even if you don’t read on, please know you affected something about this blog in the biggest way possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3)

If you’d like, please read to see the complete history about my time on here, but if not, I hope your day is extra happy today! Because mine was! <3

So all in all, after I got to read a ton of fanfics online as a guest on AO3, I finally made my own account that held LITERALLY nothing but bookmarked fics that I really wanted to read. When this happened, I looked to tumblr for more Harry Potter content. Since then I have two fics that I have written for fests (1 and 2), dozens of drabbles and head cannons floating around tumblr (under #phiawrites), written 10 fics on AO3, gained a thousand followers or so, and smiled so much more often.

About two years ago, I started actively seeking out blogs. The first every drarry blog I followed religiously, with notifications and everything, was @dorthyanndrarry. Her writing INSPIRED ME, and I would stalk her writing blog daily to see if there was new content to enjoy. Next was @l0vegl0wsinthedark, who not only blew me away with writing, but also with support. She was always so so so kind to everyone, and so excited, and her presence was exactly what I wanted to be as well. Of course, with love, I had to obsess over @bixgirl1 next, and obsess I DID. Sometimes I would get so overwhelmed with notifications, I had to turn them all off, but I would always make it a habit to go back and read their blogs later.

The next big big big step for me, was Jeni. I had followed @drarrymylove for a while, and Jeni wrote such amazing and beautiful drabbles for asks, even anon asks, and I was truly so inspired by them. I would send her asks with prompts, and to my utter delight and surprise, she wrote a few out!!!! They are still my favorites, and I still read them from time to time. About 13 months ago, she sent me a message after I left a comment on something of hers, and I grabbed on and held on to the convo like a life raft on open water.

Soon after, I created this blog on January 20th, 2018. I started reblogging like a wildfire, and I could not get enough.

Next, would definitely be staganddragon (not entirely sure if she wants her new blog to be separate now, so I will keep silent on her blog name). Emily wrote amazing songs, like songs I would listen to on repeat over and over and over and over. This was all around 12 months ago, a little after I started to talk with Jeni, and I got so so so inspired by the song Tuesday Morning, that I just HAD to write. I sat down, and in one five hour sitting, cranked out my first fic. Emily was super supportive, so was Jeni (who at this time didn’t know yet that I was this blog, she thought we were two separate people), and I was riding high.

Soon after, Jeni made a post, or said something, about how there should be more fairytales for drarry, and I quite agreed, and reblogged the post saying that if she wrote one for me, I would write one for her. She agreed, and tagged my other blog only to find out it was me all along, and I went into writing my next fic(s). Jeni gifted me The Nightingale, and I gifted her my cinderella AUs that Emily graciously beta-ed and grew to be more out of control than I thought. I was hooked.

After that, things happened fairly quickly for me. I started betaing, I joined the discord, I met so many amazing people through it (especially in the sprinting section), I wrote more, I responded more to content, I created content.

I met @morgendaemmerung89 who drew me this for one of my drabbles (that I still scream about constantly)

I met @gnarf who is an absolute gem, and inspired me so so much with the fact that she essentially TAUGHT HERSELF ENGLISH TO WRITE, and wrote such heart wrenching stories like Harry Potter’s Biggest Fan

I wrote a birthday present for carpemermaidtales, and a present for @goldentruth813 (who also was so kind and inspiring as a writer and as a supporter with every single person she interacted with. Like... I was in awe. Still am most of the time)

I made friends with @snortinglaughter by telling her we were best friends anonymously and giving her clues as to who I was through anon before she found me (which kinda might be my MO but hey, here we are right?) because Gigi was the absolute best and I was obsessed with her blog as well as her writing such as this one

I was obsessed with @decanthrope‘s ability to say such bizarre things and weave a story out of a single sentence. There is also that way the fics were written so supremely well as well. Take a look

I don’t even remember how I became friends with Jess, @nifflers-n-nargles, but her writing is amazing and I can’t for the life of me tell you how happy I am that I did, as we are married on discord now with @hogwartsfirebolt (who is the sweetest and the loveliest and all around the best ok ok she writes like a dream) Gigi, and @slashfoxes (who had her birthday on my blogs birthday so of course we were destined to be, here is some of her hot stuff)

I talked to @mzuul a few times after I sent her anonymous love letters through the ask box because her art literally makes my heart stop beating for a few seconds so I can take in how utterly amazing it is, and low key inspired me to try to draw a little on my own

I met @foularcadebanana, whom I love with all of my heart, and literally helped me through so fuckign much its not even funny. She was my biggest supporter over the summer with some fics of mine, and I can’t tell her enough how grateful I am for her. I wrote her this little thing here, and if you haven’t read her stuff, please fucking do here is her Big Bang (yes, she did do that kudos to her)

I met @violetclarity who is a gem of a human, and me in like 4 years I have decided, who writes magNIFICENTLY so please check her out

@xx-thedarklord-xx is literally a sweetheart (though she might try and deny it) and I am still shocked that she actually talks to me because she was a BIG name to me starting off, and I ADORED her blog so much, still do, and her writing skills I would literally kill for

@jadepresley talked to me after I left one too many screaming comment on her current fic (seen here), which is absolutely wild and boggles my mind every time it happens... we are best friends now though. NO ONE CAN TAKE THAT FROM ME

@jet-playin writes the funniest and hottest things, and honestly I loved every bit of our interactions

@assassinsdragons was one of the first blogs I noticed in my notes, and everything she had to say was so incredibly kind, and she writes now tooo!!!

@saintdrarry makes absolutely stunning artwork. I am still in awe looking at it, and you should be too. I am so impressed with this gal, let me tell you, she will go places, and I am so happy to be apart of her life

I really can’t tell you how much these people have affected my life and influenced it for the better. Of course, this isn’t everyone, not even close, but just know how thrilled I was to know all of you. Thank you so so so much.

#it's my birthday!#my blog birthday!!#whoop whoop #not hp #just... thank you all #i love you so much #and im so incredibly happy to share this with all of you #<3 #phia rants #phia rambles #like #rambles so hard #whoot whoot #but seriously a bigger thank you cannot be said #you are all precious to me #and so many more people than this #god i need to do more constant appreciation posts

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slytherhell · 6 years

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Total word count on AO3 : 60634 ( and this is with the 3/4 of my fics still not updated since being posted. i’m not sure how it’s this much already, the word count, that is. the most amount of words i’ve written - for a total fic - was about 5k words; then it went up to 16k+ after the food fair entry . just think of how big my total word count could be when i get my writing muse back! )

How often I write: I used to update regularly, back in about 2015. Every day, I would have a new chapter for my fics (on Wattpad, because that was my first main writing platform, but Wattpad’s dead now so we’re here.)

In fact, I used to have a full writing plan; I had about ten hp fics on my account. I picked out the top ones I had the most muse for - which was three, two drarry and one wolfstar - and told myself I would update those fics whenever I felt inspired to.

In the end, I ended up updating those fics three times every week for a good two months, and I had about 24ish chapters for the drarry fics, and close to 20ish chapters for the wolfstar ( I started that fic at a later time than the other two. )

I kept this pattern up, and made sure that everyday after school, I would clear a writing space for myself on my bed so I could write. That helped me a lot and I had so many creative juices...it was insane how much I wrote.

Now, however, I write only whenever I feel inspired to and have enough time + energy ( aka, when I don’t pass out from exhausation and not working on too many things in school - I had and still have a lot of /art/ projects. )

I try my best to write all of my ideas down, but I usually don’t have much inspiration to turn them into longer fics, or anything beyond a simple idea, so most of those get chucked and forgotten.

The ones I do manage to keep around, I usually scribble down the idea on a piece of paper, and write a starter line and/or paragraph to see how it would look if I were to continue it as an actual fic, then determine what I do with it when I get home.

There’s no true definition as to how much I write. I would just say I write depending on my current mood and situation.

Writing Routine:

It used to start in either a swivel chair in the corner of my room, or at the wooden dining room table with a hot mug of fruit-flavored tea. ( It now varies from sitting upright on my bed with music blasting out of my headphones, on the living room couch with the low murmur of the t.v. in the background, or laid sprawled out on the floor with a Kubz Scouts video in the background. )

I try to take a few minutes to write the beginning paragraph on paper, or at least attempt to outline the story ( this usually lasts for about five minutes because I CANNOT sit still, and I’ll fidget a lot if I’m required to sit still for a while. )

I’ll usually look up fics of the similarity to whatever I’m writing, and get further story inspiration from them ( I’ll usually keep those fics up in a seperate tab to read back over when I need help and/or a burst of writing inspiration )

If it’s something I‘m not quite sure about, or something I’m not properly educated on, I ALWAYS do a good bit of research before even remotely writing about it. ( This is something I do NOT skip over, like at all. )

I’m almost always blasting music or video audio through my headphones whenever I write ( I search and listen to music when I write, depending on the theme and the feel of the story. If I’m writing fluff, you’ll probably catch me listening to beautiful piano music. If it’s a dark story - gods, I love dark stories - I’ll be listening to dark music, be it dark piano versions of songs, ambient horror music. And lastly, if I’m writing something emotional, I’ll usually stop by songs that made me cry and sad as child, or that cause me to zone out of reality in present day. )

I try to set a timer whenever I write. ( While it intimidates me, it also pushes me to write more because me eyes are constantly flicker over to the timer, and the closer I see it move down to zero, the faster I write and edit. I kick in about a good twenty words at the very start of the countdown. )

( And unless you wanna hear me rant about how much I get off task and procrasinate writing whenever I can’t figure out how to make a scene work or something of the sort, then this is pretty much it. Oh, and I do a few read-overs and editing when I’m done with the first rough draft. )

Kinks in Fics:

I really like a good ‘ol leather kink in a fic ( specifically when the second half of the pairing, *cough, cough* draco in a drarry fic* is pulling on and stretching on leather gloves, and I blame @mzuul for that because the minute I saw her Draco Malfoy Bad Boy series art, that kink was developed and I’ve loved it since. )

Another one, this is gonna sound really gross + suprising for those that know me, but watersport kink. ( This was first developed when I read my very first fanfictions, and I found a few good drarry fics with this in them so this kink is here to stay )

Hair pulling kink. ( It started out with reading fics fics where Draco would either accidentally or deliberately tug on Harry’s hair, and Harry ended up loving it - but now, I read fics were both Draco and Harry have this kink because it’s actually really good. )

Praise Kink ( Started out with only Harry, but I also like fics where Draco has this kink. I blame @goldentruth813 entirely )

Hung! Harry ( Hung! Like! A Horntail! - this, this fic, is all i’m going to say..)

Parseltongue Kink ( When! Draco! has! this! and! Harry! somehow! still! keeps! his! ability! to! speak! Parseltongue! and uGH,, THIS IS SO GOOD. )

Tropes in Fics:

Legitimate! Enemies to Friends to Lovers

sLOW BURN

Sectumsempra angst

Bi Harry

Pansy is a lesbian

Draco finding out how the Durshleys treated Harry and becoming absolutely lIVID at the news

Dark! Drarry

BAMF! Harry

BAMF! Draco

When they cross paths after a few years and get to know each other + proper character developement + when they clash and they have their ups and downs, causing people to wonder how they’re even comptaible but in the end, they make it work and are able to settle down with each other and enjoy the rest of their lives.

wHEN! THEY ANIMOSITY! STAYS!

Long-haired! Draco

Bearded! Harry

aUROR PARTNERS

Raising a kid together ( tEDDY-! )

pINING

mUTUAL PINING

Sassy! (Canon) Harry

Flustered! Draco

When they’re equally sassy and equally ruthless + being able to get their shit done, and staying on top of their game

When their kids become friends and that forces them to become friends as well and hang out with each other more often

When their kids wants their dads (Draco and Harry) to end up together and make it happen

when it’s hella fluffy

when it’s hella aNGSTY ( haha, chaotic neutural )

Top! Harry!

Bottom! Draco ( I can see them both as either or both being versatile but I really love when Harry tops )

Realistic first times

Their friends setting them up ( I love when Draco, Pansy and Blaise are best friends in fics like this !! )

The constant switch of calling each other by first and last names, depending on the(ir) mood

When they are eQUALS

When they still have bANTER AND STILL ARGUE BUT W/O THE PREVIOUS HATE

When their relationship is real and raw that you can pratically feel it

hURT AND COMFORT ( real heavy on the hurt, just a bit on the comfort bc not drarry all fics have to have happy endings )

Anything involving them both working on a case together

Auror! Harry x Unspeakable! ( or even Healer! ) Draco

Jealous! Draco x (Still) Oblivious! Harry

Oblivious! Draco x Jealous! Harry

Protective! Harry ( Protective! Draco as well )

Beauxbatons! Draco x Hogwarts/Gryffindor! Harry

fORCED PROXIMITY

Multilingual! Draco

French speaking! Draco

Wandless magic ( for both )

POC! Harry ( This is my number one things in fics...I just love POC! Harry

Proper mention and represenation of Harry and/or Draco’s PTSD; following the war

Power couple! Drarry

Pairings:

Drarry ( OTP )

Pansmione

Linny

Blaico

+ a few hundred more ( for all of them, but the kinks in general ) , but you’re probably gonna have to ask off anon bc i don’t wanna lose to remainder of friends i still have left on this site, over this post. ( i keep forgetting that not all drarry accounts follow me - i have some rpers, general artists, people following me with their main acounts + multifandom blogs and i feel like every time i get started up about anything drarry, they just...regret their decision to have followed me xD but you can kinda get the gist of my kinks, right? )

Favorite Fic ( of mine ) : While I constantly dog on my own writing skills, I actually do have some of my fics that I love. But my most favorite? I’d have to say ‘(Fuck A) Silver Lining’

It’s a Draco Malfoy redemption fic I began writing earlier this year ( and yes, it was inspired/influenced by the P!ATD song. )

I mean, I haven’t updated it since I posted it - I began writing it on old Wattpad before I left that hellsite, then I later posted it to my ao3.

It’s my favorite because I really got to explore and go more in depth with Draco’s character, unlike J.K. R*wling.

And I basically filled in all the pieces that led up to the part of Draco’s life we witness ( well, y’all, bc I never read it, ha ) in C*rsed Ch*ld

I basically combined in every post-war Draco headcanon I ever thought of into one whole fic and while it takes you into his mind and shows you just how much the war has changed him, it is actually wholesome. I mean, we’ve got angst, hurt/comfort, finding love, and I even had a few scenes that were so fluffy and pure that I was crying as I wrote - which is why I haven’t updated. Other than dealing with shit irl, this story gets me really emotional and I just love it so much..

Fic with most Kudos:

‘just the right addition’ with 65 kudos.

summary :

harry has a leather kink. but draco didn't know that when he showed up on the field in a leather jacket, and suede leather gloves.

What I don’t like about my writing:

I really don’t like how I transition from scene to scene in my fics. I feel like they’re extremely sloppy and really ruin the story; especially if I had a really good idea/path for the story. ( I also don’t like how I constantly compare my writing, then try and force to change my writing style so it sounds half as good as the author’s writing style of the story that I’m reading )

What I DO like about my writing:

Um, I really like how I start most of my fics off with dialogue. I like how I have a lot on the page, but it still blends in well to get its point across. And also, if it’s a one shot, I like how I have a beginning, middle, and end for the story.

Beginning: Introducing the prompt, and what’s going on with it

Middle: What the characters actions lead to, kinda showing you where it’s going to be heading soon

End : the general idea of the ending/aftermath of it + something like an epilogue, wraps things up in a way.

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Thank you so much for sending me this, anon!!

Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’re well!

-Teia

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