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I Do Not Want A Love Story

I do not want a love story

I wrote this from the perspective of an angsty Sirius having a hard time letting himself be loved. Feel free to interpret it however you want tho :)

I do not want a love story.

I do not want hands that fold gentle around the bend of my waist or, fingertips that slide like smoke over my shoulder blades.

I do not want to give you anything. I do not want to watch you take it. You with your sharp white canines, the kind that could cut right through sinew and cleave straight to my bones.

I watch as your eyes glimmer in the firelight. When I touch you it feels cliche, like fireworks or, shooting stars or, moonlight on an open lake.

While writing this I could not think of enough ways to describe a kiss.

You speak to me in glass tones. In my head a loop plays on repeat; my fathers rough hands around the neck of bottle. When it breaks, silver shrapnel rains onto the floor.

I never flinch.

Most days I feel like I am waiting for you to leave. I wonder if when you disappear it will feel like relief.

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3 years ago

ps Ravena, you asked for this ask.

I mean you didn't but you said you loved songs as inspirations.

How about

A drarry/jily/hinny fic

Based on the song

Arcade (the one which goes, "Oh I've spent all the love I saved, we were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game," It was on tiktok too *shudders*)

Thanks in advance if you do this <33333

I love writing prompts so thank you so much for this one! This fic is more a series of moments than a full plot line. I’ve never written a fic in this format before so let me know if you like it :) Hope this lives up to your expectations @silver-de-vonne!

Loosing Game 

1. The worst part of the trial was Harry’s expression when their eyes met. Draco only held his gaze for a second, taking in his clenched jaw and his unsteady eyes, before he ducked his head down and focused on the dull gray of the shackles on his wrists.

2. Draco expected the blade of life to keep on cutting so he asked it to whittle him into something too sharp to touch. 

3. “Fuck you,” Draco said, a tiny tremor in his voice.  “That’s the problem, you want to” Harry spat back, tone full of venom. Draco’s hands shook.

4. Draco wanted to scream at him. He wanted to punch him in the gut. He wanted to grab Harry’s face and press their lips together so hard that Harry would forget his own name. Instead, he turned to the bar and swallowed his drink in silence. 

5. “Everyone’s stupid when it comes to love.” Blaise said.  Draco watched the flames in front of them flicker and consume. Love he thought, is that what this is? Could you love someone from bleeding hands? 

6. When they kissed it felt like a long time coming, like ready or not.

7. When Harry shouted the whole room flinched into silence. 

8. It was a horrible thing, missing someone who was right in front of you. 

9. He watched from across the ballroom as Ginny took a step closer and threw her arms around Harry’s neck. He caught her without a second's hesitation.  Draco had to remind himself to draw a breath against the tightness of his ribcage. 

10. Outside Draco looked up into the sky and found only darkness. A new moon, all ache and empty. A delicate obsidian. A silence.


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3 years ago

I’M SO GLAD 💙 the song you rec’d was so perfect. Angst is like my fav genre to write.

ps Ravena, you asked for this ask.

I mean you didn't but you said you loved songs as inspirations.

How about

A drarry/jily/hinny fic

Based on the song

Arcade (the one which goes, "Oh I've spent all the love I saved, we were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game," It was on tiktok too *shudders*)

Thanks in advance if you do this <33333

I love writing prompts so thank you so much for this one! This fic is more a series of moments than a full plot line. I’ve never written a fic in this format before so let me know if you like it :) Hope this lives up to your expectations @silver-de-vonne!

Loosing Game 

1. The worst part of the trial was Harry’s expression when their eyes met. Draco only held his gaze for a second, taking in his clenched jaw and his unsteady eyes, before he ducked his head down and focused on the dull gray of the shackles on his wrists.

2. Draco expected the blade of life to keep on cutting so he asked it to whittle him into something too sharp to touch. 

3. “Fuck you,” Draco said, a tiny tremor in his voice.  “That’s the problem, you want to” Harry spat back, tone full of venom. Draco’s hands shook.

4. Draco wanted to scream at him. He wanted to punch him in the gut. He wanted to grab Harry’s face and press their lips together so hard that Harry would forget his own name. Instead, he turned to the bar and swallowed his drink in silence. 

5. “Everyone’s stupid when it comes to love.” Blaise said.  Draco watched the flames in front of them flicker and consume. Love he thought, is that what this is? Could you love someone from bleeding hands? 

6. When they kissed it felt like a long time coming, like ready or not.

7. When Harry shouted the whole room flinched into silence. 

8. It was a horrible thing, missing someone who was right in front of you. 

9. He watched from across the ballroom as Ginny took a step closer and threw her arms around Harry’s neck. He caught her without a second's hesitation.  Draco had to remind himself to draw a breath against the tightness of his ribcage. 

10. Outside Draco looked up into the sky and found only darkness. A new moon, all ache and empty. A delicate obsidian. A silence.

3 years ago

First Lines Challenge

I was tagged to do this by @steampunkserpent27 and it looked super fun so I thought I’d give it a try!

For this challenge you list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Inexplicable Things (wip (currently 31K)) (E) When Harry steps into the lobby of the DMLE he freezes for a second.

How to Say Goodbye (7.3K) (T) 1. The first step is running away

Attic Ephemera (.4K) (T)  Harry’s cleaning out the attic when he finds the letter.

Infiltrate the Slytherins (8.9K) (T) Blaise Zabini moved in with them on a dark rainy night.

Bonded (16K) (T) “Kingsley Shacklebolt hates me,” Harry announces dramatically stepping out of the flames into his sitting room.

Falling (1.6K) (M) They were about 10 minutes into making dinner when it all started to go awry.

Boy with a Dragon Tattoo (4K) (T) The only thing Draco remembers about his first day of eight year is Harry Potter's tattoos. 

I’m tagging @sorry-i-ship-drarry, @silver-de-vonne, @phoebe-delia, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! It was fun to revisit some of my old pieces and see how much my writing as grown since then. This challenge also helped me really think about how important the first line of a piece and be. 


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3 years ago

Omg I love all of these so excited to read them 💜💙

First lines challenge

I was tagged by @ravena-wrote thanks bestie <3333

I will be adding both my drarry fics from the side blog and main fics from this blog.

For this challenge you list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ DRARRY (6)

1. I love you (864 words) [Angst]

Her eyes are too bright.

2. Aftermath (1.7K words) [Neutral]

It was still dark outside

3. Photograph (1.06K) [Angst; song fic]

If you play Celestina Warbeck one more time, Harry, I will divorce you and I'm not exaggerating.

4. Come Back [2.2K words] [Angst]

Dear Draco,

How are you? How's France? I know you said not to write to you and that we aren't an "us" but I couldn't stop myself.

5. Ice Cream [744 words] [Fluff; implied mpreg; Ice cream; diabetic Harry]

He could hear the rustling.

6. Replacement [819 words] [Fluff if you squint.]

"Harry's really interested in growing out his beard, isn't he?" Hermione asked, chuckling at seeing Harry and Ron slow dancing on the dance floor.

 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ GENERAL FICS (7)

1. Come morning, the flames will rise [Horror /Witchcraft / Gore]

Back and Forth.

2. Maniac [Necromancer/Serial killer pairing]

It had a note this time.

3. Hell on Earth [Horror/ Aesthetic fic / Song fic based on Billie Eilish's All the good girls go to hell MV]

No one thought much of the dumpster fire.

4. Our Fate [It's about potatoes]

It was a bright Sunday morning.

5. Poker Face Chapter 1- Part 1 [Mystery/ Thriller; song fic]

The door opened to reveal a short, skinny woman, her brunette hair in a bun, flannel shirt barely hanging onto her shoulders and reaching down to just above her mid-thighs.

6. Something Inside [Horror]

"Why won't you understand? Something scratched me, I'm not crazy!" He screamed at her.

7. Waving [Horror]

He hears the knocks on the underside of the bed and twists his bedsheets harder around himself.

One of the most common things I noticed was most of my stories revolve around dark themes. And most of my first lines are very short. I know why that is of course, it's a method I use for emphasis and since I like to add a bit more drama to everything I write, I tend to write really short and vague one-liners- mysterious sorta.

I'd like to tag @rebelliousrochelle @drarrywords @ginazmemeoir @gnarf @l0vegl0wsinthedark @weaselbrownie @my-last-two-brain-cells-and-i and @myopicmeerkat . Oh and also, @emikadreams and @cherryfinolahobbes.

And of course anyone who sees this and wants to do this <3 I'm not sure if I know very many writers on here except the drarry ones and I think the drarry ones have already done this lol.

3 years ago

where it started 

For @goodboylupin’s Candy Hearts Challenge. My candy heart prompt was “What’s up”. This is my first texting fic so let me know what you think! 

What’s up?

Remus gets the text a couple minutes past midnight. He’d been about to fall asleep. His body tipsy, and light, and wrung out with exhaustion, but all it takes is one glance at Sirius’s name, for his heart rate to speed up in his chest, for his hands to gather a light sheen of sweat. 

It’s cliche, is the thing. To fall so far in love with your best friend that you can’t see a way out. 

Whenever Remus lets himself think about it it makes him want to hit something. His head against a brick wall for starters. 

He didn’t mean for it to end up like this. The feelings had crept up on him so innocently, a small wriggle in his chest when Sirius winked at him, a spark when their hands touched. 

It used to be so easy to pretend that it was nothing. They were friends, close friends. And if Sirius looked insanely attractive with a cigarette between his fingers, or his guitar across his thighs, well that was just a completely platonic thing to notice. 

Remus wasn’t quite sure when things had started to change. 

Maybe, a year ago late at night when they’d both stumbled back to James’s house drunk and woken up sprawled across his floor, legs intertwined, Remus’s hand cradling the dip of Sirius’s waist.

Maybe, six months ago when Sirius had boroughed a t-shirt and the light from the window had hit him at the perfect angle, turning his tousled curls into a shining halo. 

Maybe, half an hour ago at Lily's party, when Sirius’s cheeks were flushed and his smile was a mile wide and the glimpse of his collarbones made a sudden surge of want slam through Remus’s stomach. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter where it started. Maybe every second spent in Sirius’s presence has been leading up to this moment, the brightness of a screen burning Remus’s retinas, the black plastic of a phone slippery against Remus’s hot hand. 

Remus sucks in a breath, holds it, feels unsteady on his feet. 

Before he can stop himself he lets his fingers fly over the keyboard. 

Have you ever thought that maybe we could be more than just friends? 

He presses send and feels like he’s standing at a precipice, a strong wind blowing him closer to the edge. 

The sharp ding of a text tone reminds him to draw a breath against the tightness of his ribcage. Heat crackles down his spine. 

Yes 

Then, two seconds later. 

I’m coming over


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