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Lips like silk, and Hands like satin by pinkshites
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 Jun 2026
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"Fuck, Dorcas, you've done nothing but drive me crazy for months,"
"Oh, yeah? Why don't you prove it, Marls? Why don't you show me what months of wanting looks like?"
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An AU where Dorcas and Marlene are music students in the same band, playing crappy gigs in even crappier pubs until on one particular night they perform Glory Box by Portishead, and Marlene can't fucking take it anymore.
Bookmarked by probablysuckingdick (bbyCB97)
23 Jun 2026
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Rio making sure no one messes with his woman. Beth figuring out that means... her.
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Head injuries and hot cocoa by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts for SilverandBluePhoenix
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Dec 2024
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Tom is caught in a bombing while in London for the summer; he (accidentally) turns to an acquaintance for help.
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Lucius stared at him. “You are…not…courting Potter?
“No? Why would you, or anyone, assume that?“
Granger, over from the Gryffindor bench shot him a deathly glare, and jumped up,
“How dare you play with his emotions like that!“ She said, before emptying her glass of pumpkin juice over his head.
Tom stared after her, puzzled and wet.
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in which Tom is oblivious and jealous, but mostly oblivious
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- Part 7 of Explorations into the Potterverse
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It's 1950. Five years into his job at Borgin and Burkes, not much breaks the monotony of Tom’s days aside from a few murders of opportunity here and there. Which is why Tom is immediately intrigued when he wakes up and discovers a mysterious tattoo—shaped in the form of stag antlers—inked into his lower stomach.
There is a pattern of dark ink along Tom’s navel, starting at the crease of his hips and extending up to his lower ribs. It’s a curious kind of twisting, branching pattern, almost like the bare branches of a tree in winter.
Stag antlers, Tom realizes after studying the pattern for a moment more from his upside-down perspective. From the Cervus elaphus species of deer, the largest land mammal in Britain. Crushed into a fine powder, it is often used as a key ingredient in various regenerative draughts and potions that rely on the property of luck.
The artistry is immaculate: every line clean and even, each stroke sharp and precise.