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  1. Rec 3

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    The war changed many things, but this was only the beginning for Mark.

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    19 Apr 2020

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    asfasdgdfghh ITS SO GOOD OMG NO PAIN ONLY LOVE!!!!

  2. Rec 16

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    A complex mark indicates the presence of a soulmate. A simple one indicates the presence of a nemesis instead. Eduardo's and Mark's don't match, but moreover, Mark's soulmark is too simple: it reads FB in rudimentary chicken scratches.

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    19 Apr 2020

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    "I need you, Wardo."

    "I'm here," Eduardo responded, almost systematically, almost like that was the most natural response to it, to Mark, to his soulmate.

     

     

    "That's what it says," Mark added, closing his eyes. "'I need u, Wardo'. With a u, the way I write them in texts."

     

     

    He could feel Eduardo scoff, smile ruefully. Feel the way Eduardo leaned into him, feel the way pain finally eased off of him, feel the way his tears formed, how he must have closed his eyes too and thought, with a certain sense of relief, with a certain sense of liberation, peace, with a certain sense of love, once lost but found again:

     

     

    Yeah. I know.

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    What If We Kissed In The Tunnel of Love (and we are both girls!)

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    13 Feb 2020

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    Jughead cut in, straightening his hat. “Don’t be such a wet blanket, cats, the park doesn’t close for another hour, and I’m really digging this place. Really groovy,” he threw his arm over Archie’s shoulder, talking more to him than he was to anyone else.

    Archie quickly pushed his arm off. “No, Jug, I’m not feeling too swell, so Betty and I are gonna cut out. You can catch a ride with Ron or something, but I really feel like I’m gonna hurl, and…” Betty didn’t hear the rest of his sentence because she was already walking as quickly as she could to Archie’s jalopy. A nice ride alone with a boy, with her boy, that’s what she wanted, and then she would go home and not think about how it felt to be touched like that. She thought it was Archie, anyway. It’s the thought that counts.

    On the ride home, she tried to empty her mind. She saw through his pants that Archie was hard and moving around in the driver’s seat uncomfortably. She tried to empty her mind harder.

    HHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAA

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    Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could grow to like having a cat around, especially an obnoxious one with eerily familiar green eyes?

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    08 Nov 2019

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    He had also, more disconcerting than the constant presence, taken to calling the cat Harry. Even if only to himself, he could admit this developed because of its close resemblance to Potter. The only difference is that Harry is his friend. Harry looked unbearably sad when Draco told him his reasoning behind the name, how Potter wouldn’t even accept his hand but it didn’t matter, because Draco had Harry now. He had jumped down from the shelf - dangerously rattling the stored ingredients in the process - and demanded cuddles, distracting Draco from the lingering sting of Potter’s rejection.
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    “He was fine, you know, it was predominantly the shock and then he just wanted your attention.” The sentence doesn’t register at first, doesn’t make sense, until the wriggling creature in his lap demands more petting. Draco stares down, ready to defend Harry because he wouldn’t - except that yes, he would. Harry turns into a grumpy, devious little bugger, when Draco isn’t paying him enough attention, not keeping up his usual commentary on basically everything around him. It’s not that he needs to be entertained exactly; he just doesn’t like being ignored. Draco understands that, too well if he is honest.
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    But Harry doesn’t want to hear more about Potter - thank Merlin, next Draco would have told him of the sonnets he wrote for the git, the good ones, mind, not that embarrassment from second year - but is nuzzling into his neck, warm and affectionate where he presses as close to Draco as possible.
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    Draco drops a kiss on his head, more out of instinct than anything else, and moves to get up despite the cat on his lap, when the weight suddenly changes. Harry becomes heavy, bigger and Draco stares at black clothes uncomprehendingly.

    HE NEEDED A KISS TO CHANGE BACK IM HOWLING!!!
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    But Draco could never say no to these eyes, not even back in Hogwarts.
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    He gave you a potion that was supposed to trap you in your Animagus form, looks like that worked well enough. It’s probably going to wear off over time. Father mumbled something about True Loves Kiss -
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    Stepping out and seeing Potter nervously drumming his fingers on the counter, Draco finds he doesn’t mind the term hiding half as much anymore and intents to do just that, when he finds Mr. Parson rather excessively transformed the door to become part of the wall, sealing his only escape.

    LMAOOOO

    But here he stands, his entire future waiting to be written. He could accept, let things develop and satisfy that part of him that always wanted Potter - his attention, his smiles and his joy. All he has to do is say yes, and he would have an actual chance to achieve what he dreamt of since he was eleven.

    SO PUREEE I LOVE ITTT

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    Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

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    25 Oct 2019

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    “The house is trying to get you to bring Malfoy here.”

    Honestly, out of all the things he’d expected, his house being sentient and trying to play matchmaker hadn’t even made the list. “The house wants a Black living here again, so it’s trying to set me up with Malfoy?

    “I’m afraid I did. The visions will stop if you get Malfoy to live here with you.”

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    “Calm down? I am thirty minutes from what is likely the most important interview of my career. Hipworth Potions Co. – Britain’s foremost supplier of potions since 17-bloody-81? If I get this position my career is made and I assure you that I will not get this position if I do not find my good robes, which I know you—mmph!”

    Other Harry cut him off quite effectively by taking hold of Malfoy’s head in both hands and kissing him soundly.

    And above all, you’re going to quit worrying about this because you’re absolutely brilliant and that position’s as good as yours, even if you went in there wearing a burlap sack. It’s going to be fine. Now.”

    Malfoy blinked at him before recovering a bit of his composure. “I am brilliant, aren’t I?” he murmured as he started up the stairs.

    Other Harry shook his head fondly and watched him disappear over the landing before he headed down the hall to the laundry room.

    Harry stood in the hallway after they’d disappeared. Even though he’d seen lots of other scenes between the two of them play out, it always threw him a bit how comfortable they seemed around each other. How happy they looked together. How every lingering glance showed just how obviously they were in… love?

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    Malfoy collected a few magazines before he went deeper into the stacks and spent a few minutes perusing the shelves of academic journals. A few times he half-turned in Harry’s direction, and Harry quickly ducked out of sight before he could be spotted. He squeezed by a book cart loaded with teetering stacks of the tawdry romances that Mrs. Weasley pretended she didn’t read and followed along as Malfoy went deeper still, back into the used book section where he browsed through dusty leather-bound tomes for long enough that Harry’s left knee to begin to ache from standing.

    “As it so happens,” Malfoy said conversationally, “I am neither blind nor deaf, and you haven’t gotten any better at stalking people since Hogwarts.”

    “Well,” Malfoy said. “Now you’ve said hello, so if you’ll kindly bugger off and leave me to it?”

    He didn’t sound all that irritated when he said it; really, it was pretty damn close to the wry amusement Harry heard all the time from the Malfoy in his house, just a few short steps from what had become Harry’s favorite tone from him. The one that was theatrically put-upon and exasperatedly fond in a way that said you’re an idiot and I love you anyway all at once. His pulse quickened at the notion that the Malfoy in his house and the one standing here in front of him might be the same person after all.
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    After changing into a clean pair of underpants, Harry crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over him, listening idly to the sound of raindrops pattering against the windowpane. He didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the hall until they’d nearly reached his bedroom. They hesitated by the door, then came inside. Harry sighed and didn’t roll over.

    “Really, haven’t you done enough?” he said to the house.

    “Potter,” Draco drawled. “I haven’t even started.”

    Harry sat up and stared at Draco, his Draco, with his wet clothes and rain dampened hair. “You came back.”

    “I never left,” Draco said. “I was about to but your barmy house yanked the door out of my hand and slammed it shut.” “And then it showed me exactly what I’d be missing if I left.” His shirt came next, and he shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor as he stalked over to the bed. “Budge over. It’s bloody cold out here.”
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    “I won’t move in with you yet, you know,” Draco said.

    “There’s that modesty again,” Harry said, giving Draco’s ankle another tap before he dragged his toes along Draco’s instep. “I haven’t asked you yet.”

    “Mmm,” Draco said with a smile. “But you will.”

    “I will,” Harry agreed. “And you’ll say yes.”

    “Yes,” said Draco. “I believe I will.”
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    “I will,” Draco said without turning around.

    Harry faltered. “You will? But… You haven’t seen… I haven’t asked you yet.”

    Draco turned back to face him with a smile. “Do you remember our first night together?”

    Harry blinked, momentarily thrown. “What? Yes?”

    “Well, this is what the house showed me.” Draco reached out and plucked the ring from the box and slid it onto his finger. “I saw us, and I saw how happy we were, and that’s what convinced me to go back upstairs to you.” He held out his hand and tipped his head to one side as he admired his new ring.