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Ministry of Magic

DodgerKedavra's Fanworks Policies

Binding: My fics are available for personal binds and gifts between friends. Don't sell them for money, or you will be forever cursed.

Podficcing: My fics are available for podficcing projects on an individual basis. If you'd like to record one, send me a message! Please don't use AI to record them.

Translations: My fics are available for translations on a case-by-case basis—please message me first. Please don't put them into Google Translate or any AI program for translation, and don't repost to websites other than AO3. Please link to the original work when posting,

Fanart: Please do fan art of my fics. I love it so much. I love it so, so much.

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.
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Typeset and bound by: me, @phoenixortheflame. Featuring art by: @babooshkart

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!

@itsphantasmagoria appreciation post 🎉

@itsphantasmagoria surprise, you're also a creator I love! And here is a SHORT list of three things I love that you have made!

Harry wakes up on the morning of his seventeenth birthday with the words Happy Birthday written on his palm.
Draco's son with Harry is a shining light in his life, and is perfect just the way he is.
Harry wanted to have a memorable holiday photo. Draco had an idea - a really tacky and hilarious idea.

BONUSES: Holes and To the Faire!

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@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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Tea-Licious Fic Recs

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.
Malfoy said in a rush, “I don’t care about you.” “Uh, same?” was the only response Harry could come up with. Or: An unexpected partnership leads Harry and Draco to a sex club in Berlin. Harry doesn't quite know what to do with himself.
"How long have you been there?” 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.

FIC REC: Northbound by @pl0tty

“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!!!!!!

RATING: T

RELATIONSHIP: Drarry

WORDS: 6,010

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Fic Rec: Baby's first time looking for mpreg, OR, one of the times @dodgerkedavra won me over for a trope I thought I had a squick against

Fandom: HP Ship: Drarry Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Podfic lenght: 3.5–4 hours Summary: Harry and Draco are roommates. They're coworkers. They're secret boyfriends. And now they're having a baby together!?

I took notes while listening, both in audio form as well as in writing depending on when and where I was listening to this, and yet — where do I even begin this rec post? I guess that's where.

One of my little voice notes starts with:

*maniacal giggles* I love this so much, yes this story is excellent, first of all, I love a Harry, well I love all Harrys but *sighs happily* when he's so confused, when he's so, like, rendered absolutely imbecille by his attraction to Draco, it's so excellent, I love himmmm *laughs while talking* He's so stupid, in this story he's so stupid when he's around Draco, I love ittttt *desperately happy laughter*

And that's pretty much the gist of all of them. Heh. Not very useful in the ways I might have hoped, my little notes. I thought I'd been like. Contemplative and insightful and shit, but nah. I was rendered absolutely imbecille by this fic and you know what, I rejoice in that!

(I swear I'm contemplative and insightful, like, sometimes...)

This podfic filled me with joy that came out in little shrieks, in endless giggles, at times even as tears. There was a moment, somewhere on the wintery roads of Southern Ostrobothnia, where I got so emotional about the pure happiness brought by this story, by Pam's heart-touching, delightful narrating of it, that I had to pause it for a mo in order to cherish the happy. To bask in the happy. To attempt to store the happy. It's making me teary-eyed and so very warmed to think about, just now.

The story is like one treat right after another. From all the ways in which Harry does not quit the Aurors because of Draco Malfoy (but really, really kinda does), through Pansy (THE ICONIC, MY BELOVED) calling in sick because [redacted for anti-spoilery purposes] and ends up faciliating (PLANNING?) Drarry's first date, to all the ways in which Harry's experience of being pregnant is outrageous, is relatable, is so funny. Ron's Healery expertise. Hermione's no-bullshit attitude towards Harry's health scare and the reasons thereof. Every mention of Lucius Malfoy. The, ah, celebrations. The seeings of Draco Malfoy.

It's not been an easy start of year for me, and I've been hard-pressed to find myself in moments of happiness. So. If this rec post is focusing a bit heavily on how much joy this podfic brought me, is still bringing me, that's why. That voice note I transcribed above? It ends with:

I'm so happy. I'm just so happy. *giggles, like, wistfully* Okay. *gathers herself for like three seconds* But I shall continue to listen now because I want more of this happy. Also I don't remember when I've been this happy, so *contemplative pause* Thank you, both to Pammy and Dodger. This is... it's special to me.

So, yeah. Thank you. <3

I am BESIDE MYSELF wanting to hear this voice note 😭😭😭😭 Trippery I do all this to bring you joy and I too am so grateful for @sweatersinthesummer for bringing this story to LIFE the way she did, which is so true to the vibe!! So true!!!! So wonderful!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFTTTTT

Commenter Shout-Out: @froidefille and @pocket-lin

In general I try (and usually fail) to be chill about receiving comments on fics, but actually I'm not chill at all because I love and treasure them so much and keep them in my pocket and take them out to look at them all day and usually forever afterwards.

So today I am shouting out two people who I always hope will show up in my inbox every time I write a fic. I thought about posting some snippets of their comments but those feel like sacred missives to me, so I decided to hoard them for myself instead 😬

I have a huge amount of trouble remembering names from one platform to another, so there are definitely more people I can and will one day shout out, but today is your day, @froidefille and @pocket-lin! I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS!!! THEY MAKE MY LIFE INCREDIBLE!!!

xoxo Dodger

Creator Rec List: @sweatersinthesummer

I'm very thrilled to do a creator rec list of some of my fave works by @sweatersinthesummer, who is not just a wonderful podficcer but a kind, hilarious person as well! If you haven't come across her works, check out some of these!

Gallaplacidia's fics are so good, so Pajammy's recordings of them are treasures. Ship of Theseus is one of my personal faves!!

Sad but hopeful AKA CHEF'S KISS (plus Pajammy's voice 🥹)

I love this title so much, listen to it

I like fics about dancing........... SUE ME

"I swear to Merlin, if you don't ask him out soon, I'm going to murder you both," says Neville.

Need I say more??

Anyway, thanks for lending us your voice, Pajammy! Everyone, go listen to these podfics!!

God of All Comfort

“You,” says Malfoy, his fingers still tight around Harry’s wrist, “are hungry. You are overtired. And if those things weren’t enoughand make no mistake, Potter, they areyou’re having one of your days, and I will—”

“My da—” 

Malfoy pulls before Harry can finish saying days. It’s nothing. A tug, maybe, if that. But Harry blinks, and when he opens his eyes again, he’s inches from Malfoy’s face, Malfoy’s eyes on his, flashing like sunlight on a sword.

“I will not watch you bleed out again. I will not. You can lie to yourself about the state you’re in, but you cannot lie to me, and I will not stand by and let you hurt yourself.”

Harry is speechless. This feeling is—this feeling is like nothing he’s ever felt. He’s never been so bloody offended in his life, and Malfoy has said things about his parents beforeHis dead parents. 

“I don’t,” he finally forces out. “I don’t do it on purpose. I’ve never done it on purpose.”

Malfoy narrows his eyes.

“The pub was different. That was—I wasn’t trying to—that’s not what I was—”

“I am not leaving you.” Every word out of Malfoy’s mouth is a razor. He’s so close. So quiet. “I am staying with you. Here’s what we’re going to do, Potter. You will eat. Drink some tea, if you fancy it.”

“But—”

“When you’re finished, you’ll take down your jeans and pants and bend over my lap. I will hold you there and spank you until you tell me it hurts, after which—”

The sound that comes out of Harry’s mouth starts out as pure shock and indignation, but it changes into something else entirely. He has never been so aware of his own cock before. His battered, worn-in jeans are a cage.

“—after which I will continue until you’ve had enough. And then I shall wipe away all your tears and pet you until you are prepared to resume the assignment.”

“Assignment?” Harry’s mind scrambles to sort through everything Malfoy’s just said. “You didn’t put in for a transfer? We’re still partners?”

Malfoy leans in another inch. “Yes.”

A kinkuary fic! With lots of kinkuary in it!

Writer Interview

for @arminaa8 who tagged me!!

how many works do you have on ao3? 56

what's your total ao3 word count? 965,580

your top 5 stories by kudos

do you respond to comments? I really, really try to respond to all the comments. But then I got sad for a year. Or maybe two years. So I’m very behind :/

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Like, where they don’t end up together? They always end up together in my fics. Even if that might be…in heaven. Oh, wait—I did write one where Petunia is very sad in the end. So I would say it’s The Winds Forbid.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? All of them? But shout-out to See Me and Live

do you write crossovers? Sometimes, if the need arises, I do:

have you ever received hate on a fic? Mostly just nonsense, but I’m generous with my comment deletion and will do it at the hint of an upsetting vibe

do you write smut? So much

have you ever had a fic stolen? If I have, I don’t know about it

have you ever had a fic translated? Yes!! I have had four fics translated into Portuguese by @moonletterss, including my two longest fics so far (Former Things Come to Mind and Go Up to Gilead)

have you ever co-written a fic? Not yet!

what's your all-time favorite ship? DRARRY

what's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I’m going to finish them all (except maybe the Dramione one)

what are your writing strengths? This is not for me to say

what are your writing weaknesses? Probably how long it takes me to figure things out

dialogue in other languages in a fic? Does Draco speak French? Then of course

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Ronsy, and I have active plans for their background stories from other fics

what's your favorite thing you've ever written? Filled with the Spirit, and…something I’m secretly writing rn

I don't want to bother anyone LOL

[H/D Owl Post] Filled with the Spirit

The moment Draco tries to pull his fingers out of Harry’s mouth, Harry bites.

Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that a delicious little stripe of pain digs into the bone above Draco’s knuckles.

Draco might have been born at half-past eleven at night, but it wasn’t last night. Harry’s baiting him, but in cases like these—a long day, deep involvement with the curse, a near-miss—it’s less conscious brattiness than a compulsive need for reassurance.

Reassurance Draco is prepared to provide. He’s still got his off-hand at Harry’s throat, ready to squeeze, and squeeze he does.

Harry gasps, gagging a bit on Draco’s fingers. His pupils blow even wider. They’d already been quite wide, what with the breaking, but the Killing-Curse green thins out. His chin tips up another fraction, and his eyelids flutter, and finally—just when Draco’s going to have to let him breathe—Harry laps at Draco’s fingers with his tongue.

That’s the only apology he’s in any position to give. Draco waits a moment more, then slides his hand from Harry’s neck to his hair.

“Is that all you’ve got in you?” he asks.

Harry shakes his head.

Draco presses down onto his tongue, and Harry takes his cue to suck, his dark eyes on Draco’s face. 

Of course, Draco is no wide-eyed ingénue. He’s well aware of the glints in Harry’s eyes like the tiny points of flame spreading into the pews from the Paschal candle. Let us lift our eyes to him. The Muggles will be looking at a bronze baldacchino a hundred feet high during the Mass tonight, and beyond it, the Cathedra Petri.

They’ll look, but they won’t see. Not at first. The Mass begins in darkness, so the altar and the throne and Bernini’s Dove of the Holy Spirit will be rendered in shadow. There is nothing to do but wait for them to return. To trust they still exist. Faith, not sight.

An @hdowlpost gift for @maraudersaffair featuring curse-breakers Drarry and also the Vatican!

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