The Ship I Didn't Know I Needed, But Now I Can't Get Enough.

The ship I didn't know I needed, but now I can't get enough.

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The time has come to reveal all the wonderful authors and artists that have participated in our gift exchange thus far. Thank you so much to everyone who made this possible, and who put in their invaluable time and effort, to create beautiful gifts for our GWB family. 

Below the cut you’ll finally know who created some of your favourite works! We hope you’ve enjoyed Summer Vibes so far, and look forward to even more works to come. 

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This is probably sometime after 2002 after HP and the Chamber of Secrets video game was out. God I loved those first games so much when I was a kid! tbh I’d still play them if they worked on my laptop (and I actually did, the PoA game worked and I finished the whole thing in two days and it was the time of my life pls don’t judge me).

Inspired by my lovely @wisepizzaphantom suggestion which I interpreted in my own special way :D

For Lily

This might technically be a bit late, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right? I wrote this for a brumal poet who loves two summer boys the same way I do. Happy birthday, @triggerlil.

Our Love Language

When I dream of fire, I wake to the memory of your hand reaching for mine.

The same hand you refused to give at eleven due to my own careless words.

Each callus you earned catching Snitches, grasping your wand, wielding a quill.

That hand rests on the curve of my hip, fingers splayed and possessive in sleep.

I remember each press of your fingertips against my skin in vivid detail.

You like to comment on the contrast of the dark and the light of our skin.

I can only revel in every moment that you touch me with such careful reverence.

Your love is conveyed whenever our fingers twine together as we walk.

Mine is in my surrender, letting your hands go places no one else has ever been.

Pairing/s: Drarry Rating: Mature Words: 14,430 Highlights: Piano Player Draco, Wand Maker Harry, Summer, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Gardens & Gardening, Classical Music, Apple Picking Warnings: Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort Summary: His long pale fingers travelled across the keys, the sound of the piano cresting and falling, one moment soft and enticing, in the next fast and sure. The first few buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a pale chest and thin lines of scars; the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong forearms, one marred by a smudge of black ink. Or in which Draco is overcome by grief, and Harry is there to keep him afloat.

Thoughts: This fic was a stunning portrayal of Draco’s journey through grief and Harry’s supporting him along the way. Their relationship was symbiotic in so many ways, and each one was a new moment that took my breath away. There were fascinating tidbits about pureblood traditions and gorgeous descriptions of magic throughout the entire story. I admit that I’m also a sucker for Draco playing an instrument and wand maker Harry, so those details didn’t hurt either. The real strength of this fic lies in the power of the emotions it conveys, both in the characters and the reader. I cried three times reading this fic, and it’s not even that I was sad, so much as just moved by feeling like I was living in the moment with the person in the scene. I can’t recommend this enough, honestly. If you give it a shot, I can’t imagine regretting it. I sure didn’t.

Fic on AO3: here

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