cedric: — don't be shy, no one will know
Don't let go
09 - 15 Feb 2025 Rare Pairs Book Club 📖📘
This week, server mod Lani is hosting book club us we read a rare Bellalily fic.
Fic title: Catch Me As I Fall by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters [Bellatrix/Lily, Minor Lily/James, G, 5.8k]
Bellatrix Black is crying in the girl's lavatory when Lily Evans finds her. Lily doesn't do what smart girls do, doesn't walk away.
Since this is a pretty short oneshot, feel free to read at your own pace. Lani will be posting a few discussion questions throughout the week in the book club channel of the server.
Don't forget to leave a comment on AO3 and add another fic to your frequent flyer card for your vanity role at the end of the month.
Happy reading ✨️
(Upcoming) Motherhood || @lilyfesthp
Lily drinking her morning tea in bed as she soaks up the warmth and the feeling of her baby within. uwu
Fic Recs Wrap Up January 2025 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆
After Eden by Rickey
Life threatening injuries are an occupational hazard even for a seasoned Auror, but Harry Potter never considered the possibility of life altering injury. And why is it that Draco Malfoy has to be the one to help him? Rec Post
True Love Gave To Me by epitomereally @epitomereally
It’s the first of December, and all Draco wants to do is make Christmas lovely for Scorpius. But then Harry Potter shows up, asking him to save the world, and it turns out they’ve almost saved the world a couple of times before. One-hundred and forty-four times, to be exact.
Or: what happens after the time loop? Rec Post
Hey There Draco by Ruby13b
Set in the summer after fifth year. Draco and Harry are thrown together by chance and what starts off as morbid curiosity transforms into an adventure that neither of them will ever forget. Rec Post
Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields
It’s the autumn after Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters are steadily gaining power, and Harry and his friends are desperate to find the remaining Horcruxes. But then Draco Malfoy arrives at Grimmauld Place, traumatised, starved and drained of all his magical ability. It falls to Harry to show the Slytherin how to adapt to his new way of life, never guessing that Draco has a few things to teach him in return. Rec Post
Clear Skies, Full Hearts by iota @iota
Harry loves everything about playing professional Quidditch – the rush of flying, the rush of winning, the rush of getting off with rival seeker Draco Malfoy. Harry’s the highest scoring rookie Seeker in the history of the League. He’s also, inexplicably, obsessively, hooking up with Draco. When Draco unexpectedly quits the League and disappears from Harry’s life, Harry doesn’t stop wondering what it all meant and if he’ll ever get another chance to find out. Rec Post
Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆
Clear, Warm Light by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra
Instead of going to Hogwarts for eighth-year, Harry goes to bed.
Advent Again by dustmouth
Harry and Draco stumbling through the month of December, guided only by a collection of very inspired and wonderful art requests.
A Soft Place to Fall by amomori @amomorii
When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?
Or;
A darkness crawls out of Harry, and there's only so long he can keep it to himself.
( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading!
xoxo Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖
Drama. ATTITUDE.
slip of tongue
Young Snily earning extra credit from Slughorn by foraging for potions ingredients on a Hogsmeade weekend.
Pansy never really liked dancing. But her parents were clear about it : when your beauty couldn't help you finding a husband, you needed to be perfect in every way you could.
That included make-up, manners, being careful of your weight... And dancing. Every learning session, she got the same comments : not graceful enough, too energetic, too dominant...
Neville, on the other hand, always loved dancing. When she was a bit tipsy, her aunt danced with him during parties, laughing and carefree.
When Pansy got her eyes on Neville, she used every single weapon her parents gave her : small talk (he ran away), long letters (he barely responded), and, finally, dancing.
Neville never really intended to dance with her, but Pansy was an opportunist and got him when he needed to switch partners.
"Let him lead, relax your shoulders, be perfect, for once in your life", she thought.
But she was nervous, curiously. And she failed.
Neville was so different from her other partners. In his arms, she didn't dance perfectly. No, she learned to have fun. Together, they swirled like they owned the dancefloor, smiling along the way.
And she got addicted to it.
Too soon, the music stopped and Neville dropped her hands. They parted goodbye for the rest of the night.
Pansy couldn't sleep that night.
She failed. She ruined everything. She reviewed their dance again and again, pointing every single mistake.
When the sun rose, Neville's owl was on her window.
For the first time, he wrote her first.
Invinting her at the Ministry's next gala.
First kiss
This is real.
Katie wanted to pinch herself; to be sure that this wasn’t just yet another version of the dream she’d been secretly treasuring both awake and asleep since she’d realised she was in love with her best friend.
“Katie?” Angelina squeezed her hands and Katie felt her pulse quicker and her cheeks flush pink at the extra contact. She focussed on Angelina again, scanning her face. They were stood so close, she could see all the crinkles around Angelina’s eyes where she was smiling at her. She was so beautiful.
This is real.
“You’re ridiculous, you know?” Angelina said affectionately, reading Katie’s disbelief. “Of course, I love you – am in love with you.”
She pressed their foreheads together, “how could I not be?”
This is real.
It had to be.
As Angelina leant in to kiss her, Katie knew that there was no way her imagination had ever done justice to the feeling of their lips melting together for the first time. As the warmth of her hands that were now sliding around Katie’s neck and into her hair sent tingles down her spine, she realised that this would always be real now.
This was only the first kiss.
"Away Childish Things" by lettered @letteredlettered
I had four little dinosaur charms, three fandom besties, two hyperfixations combined, and one dream.
ACT changed my brain chemistry, and I'll always be obsessed with it—and dinosaurs are just so cool, so why not make a dinosaur-themed bind? 🦕
Artwork and typeset(s) by @jessonel
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White, the colour of flowers by @lumosatnight (3k, M)
Tags: Hanahaki, Multiple Endings, Memory Alteration, Sixth Year
Our story begins in the middle of Draco’s sixth lonely year.
Everything is white.
White shirt soaked through with sweat. White hands clenching at white porcelain. White memories, forceful and sure, flooding Draco’s every waking moment.
White petals dripping in red swirling down the drain. White noise following a green curse, green stems, and green eyes.
Always white, but always more. White and red, white and green. One melting into the other, melding into each other, until they share the same breath, the same heat.
Nothing is pure. Nothing is right.
(rec by @cailynwrites)
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