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“Leather. And Plum.” His words kissed between her shoulder blades. She threw her head back while he tasted her, first the ridges of her spine, then the pattern of scars twisting over it. His touch halted at her hips.
Phyrra jerked her head over her shoulder. “What– don’t stop.”
Spite’s lip was pressed to the darkest patch of scarring, one that tore the neck of her dragon tattoo clean in half. It was an ugly reminder of an early skirmish in the Crossroads. Venatori? Antaam? She couldn’t quite remember. Ink was smudged over the memory, the only clear image the bright sky and blood staining her gloves. She hadn’t realised it was her own before stumbling into someone’s arms.
The point of his gaze softened slightly. “Rook.”
She could see the words curling on his tongue, ones he couldn’t say, ones he perhaps didn’t have the language to say. Another night she’d let him try. Tonight, it was the last thing she needed.
Some gratuitous Rook/Spite/Lucanis action
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27 Dec 2025
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When the dust of his sacrifice has long since cooled and tales of this adventure are strummed by the city’s bards, he cares not if his involvement boils down to one line: the wizard that made his mistakes have meaning. It’s her version of the story that matters. The one she’ll keep to herself. The one that years in the future, she may find herself thinking of on quieter nights. That amongst the blood and steel and dirt, she’ll remember softer lips, careful hands, the shape of fireside stories told with words long since forgotten. And hopefully, when those memories flicker just right, that she was loved desperately and completely.
Even if the face of the man who’d said it has been worn away.
He returns focus between her thighs, licking with renewed vigour until her exhausted pleasure reverberates like a hymn between the sheets.
There’s one more thing he’d like her to remember, something entirely selfish but it would be a lie to say it’s not driving him just as hard right now. In a month or a season or a year when she takes a new lover, there’ll be that brief moment where her mind will wander, wondering if anyone can bring her to the heights that he was able to in a single night.
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26 Dec 2025
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Ceaselessly, Without End by ETL_Echo_Audiobooks, Lynny-Art (pyromancing), Molivier, TiffyTea
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Dec 2025
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“Malfoy,” she whispered. He didn’t respond, mouthing the words as he read over her shoulder. She tilted her chin back, and their eyes met. “What do you know of the Mirror of Erised?”
Or: A threesome by technicality.
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The Art of Being Lost by Beatificbean, ETL_Echo_Audiobooks, Landbeorht, onebedtorulethemall
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21 Dec 2025
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Earlier tears had left her eyelids heavy and soft. They fluttered twice before opening onto his face.
She said, “Will you tell me why you’ve been living in this tiny Spanish village? You can count on me never to share.”
His lungs filled with earth-scented air. “Chasing fairer weather.”
He wondered what she saw that made her smile like that.
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In which Draco wasn’t running, but Hermione found him anyway.
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All's Fair in Love and Wardrobes by charingfae, ETL_Echo_Audiobooks, g0lden_g1rl, LuckyOrNot
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21 Dec 2025
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Hermione wouldn’t trade her best friend for the world. Draco’s thoughtful, competent, and makes a mean chicken piccata. Why ruin a perfectly good friendship with romance?
But when she gets trapped in his wardrobe while hunting for Christmas gift inspiration, she sees something she definitely isn’t supposed to. Something that makes her rethink their entire relationship.
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He squeezes it. Groans. Casts a lubrication charm under his breath.
Help, help, help, this can’t be happening. She shouldn’t be here.
This is so wrong.
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