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I got tagged
3 ships you like: DRARRY. JAYVIK. PYNCH. (Honorable mention: RONSY)
first ship ever: I don’t know, Drarry?? I didn’t know AO3 existed until the year of our lord 2022
last song you heard: I have been listening to Est-ce que tu m'aimes? by GIMS on repeat all day
favourite childhood book:I can’t remember. I read hundreds of books. I recall being really into the Dark is Rising sequence and Ender’s Game at various times. Plus other stuff
currently reading: My own fics LOL
currently watching: Pride and Prejudice starring Kiera Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen
currently consuming: Taco ring
currently craving: The sweet embrace of solitude
Last Line Friday
Ron made a point of watching with the sort of neutral perspective he used at St Mungo’s and discovered that Draco massively undersold himself. He hadn’t thought that level of gentleness and care could exist at the same time as…
Everything else.
It could, actually.
It did. It does.
Ron’s never going to be the type to wield a paddle or anything, and that’s fine. If Harry fancies a cry, Ron’s got a perfectly good tongue, better-than-average stamina, and an expert-level understanding of the nuances of Harry’s arsehole and how to rim him to madness.
Draco’s arsehole, too.
All this knowledge doesn’t make the current situation any easier.
Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after.
If you've watched the Last of Us, you know that episode.
It's one of the best hours of television I've ever seen, even if it did leave me a sobbing, incoherent mess for weeks.
And so when I came across this fic based on that very episode, I was intrigued. And Dodger assured me — she ASSURED me — it has a not-tragic ending, so I pulled up my big-girl socks and read the damn thing. And, oh boy, am I ever glad I did. Good doesn't even begin to describe it. It's PERFECT.
For the design concept, I knew I wanted to incorporate similar typography as the show, but also tie in some of the imagery repeated throughout the fic.
When I found this still life painting of wild strawberries by Adriaen Coorte in the public domain, I knew it would become the cover.
The fic is only 41k words, so designed it as a legal quarto, and it's the perfect little paperback size.
I used Affinity Publisher to create my typeset. It's the second fic I've typeset using this program, and I highly recommend it as a more affordable (and non-subscription) alternative to Adobe.
There were a lot of scene breaks in this fic, so I broke them up with horizontal lines when dates were indicated and tiny strawberry graphics when they weren't.
I was lucky to be able to include art by @babooshkart, which Dodger commissioned for the fic. It's so gorgeous and suits the fic perfectly.
I hope you love it, Dodger. Your story means so much to me — as does your friendship!
@jittery-wisp I hope everything in life is always perfect for you and you’re showered in riches and hot chocolate and stuff omg I love him I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I was already halfway through this rec list when I realized that, like, MOST of the fics I was looking through would have tea in them, but by then I had already looked up all the cute tea graphics, so GUESS WHAT? I finished it.
Please enjoy these delightful fics by DELIGHTFUL writers which all have TEA ☕️ in them!!
Ten years after the war, Harry is on a first date with a cute Muggle bloke attending a classical music recital. But then the house lights go down, and an achingly familiar man with a shock of white-blond hair walks across the stage toward the piano.
This is a story about waiting - and making up for lost time.
The door is fully open now, and in it stands Potter: casually leaning against the doorframe, arms in a loose fold. That stupid, half-smile on his face. Draco glares.
“Long enough to know you’ve been sat here scowling for a bit.”
“So,” Ron murmured, “how was Malfoy last night? You two going to make it through the year without strangling each other?”
Harry thought of Malfoy’s bloodless face in the moonlight, the way he’d shaken uncontrollably atop his bedsheets. “Yeah,” he said absently. “Don’t worry about it.”
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
Or: assembly instructions for something new in an old place.
Harry hadn’t been able to make it to the Hound and Hare’s Thursday Trivia Night, which was a shame because Draco had specifically invited him—but unfortunately the moon waits for no man.
Or, well. No wolf.
He expects to spend the grey dim light of his Friday morning licking his wounds, both literal and metaphorical.
He doesn’t expect the barn owl, or the little care package clutched in her talons.
Harry’s loopy on potions after his procedure. Draco rather likes Harry this way, all open and innocent and awestruck. Oh—and yeah. Obsessed with Draco’s beauty. That part’s rather nice.
“Do we call each other ‘love’? How long have we been together?”
“We’ll have been married three years next month,” he replies.
“Merlin, I hit the jackpot!” Harry exclaims, beaming.
“An insane thought: what if Nick was Malfoy’s type? It wouldn’t be the most outlandish thing to consider—an older, handsome, rugged man, taller than Malfoy by at least a foot, with the kind of easygoing air that screamed VERY GENEROUS TOP.”
This excerpt perfectly exemplifies this fic: it’s so funny, so sweet, and Santa is hot. It’s THE WHOLE PACKAGE!!!!!!! READ IT!!!!!!
