dobbydreamsofsocks
Recent bookmarks
-
The Claiming of Grimmauld Place by bixgirl1 for lauren3210
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Dec 2017
Tags
Summary
When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge. However, as Malfoy and Harry get closer, Harry comes to understand that expectations aren’t always the best path by which to guide his heart — and in the process learns just what is needed to make a house a home.
-
Draco Malfoy and the Letter from the Future by DracoWillHearAboutThis
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
12 Jan 2018
Tags
Summary
All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision.
At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine.
Series
- Part 1 of Do It All Over Again
-
Tags
Summary
Harry's got a fast bike. Draco wants to escape.
OR
The Malfoys losing everything after the war, Lucius sells Draco in marriage to a man who promises money and reputation, with a curse cast on him to make him unable to speak the truth of what's happening or kiss another person. Harry comes to him on Sirius' bike at night, which becomes his only form of escapism.
-
Tags
Summary
“You wore this on purpose,” Oliver says. He’s got his hands on Ryan’s hips, fingers already tucking under the waistband of his jeans. Ryan’s belt is undone, buckle hanging open, and his cock is hard beneath his fly.
“Yes,” Ryan agrees, eyes rolling. “I wore clothes on purpose. You’re supposed to do that in public.”
or: Oliver has Big Feelings about Ryan's crop top (yes it's a crop top) after the convention
-
Tags
Summary
“Ahhh,” Ryan breathes, tongue out and grinning. Oliver can almost see the remnants of the wine sparkling on his tongue. “Come get a taste.”
Oliver rolls his eyes but walks over to Ryan all the same. To him, champagne always tastes like someone carbonated a headache and then charged too much for it. But Ryan’s lips are sweet — white peach and honey — and something warm and yeasty sits on his tongue.
or: an ode to Oliver and Ryan's wet hot European convention season, long may it reign