TheJamesPotterEffect
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Draco Malfoy is cursed.
Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin and his ragtag group of rebels.
Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he?
(Portuguese translation available)
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A little bit confused but not at all surprised by indigospacehopper
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
16 Apr 2023
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When auror-in-training Harry Potter accidentally drinks a truth potion, he’s sent straight to St Mungo’s for their expert potions master to help him.
The problem? Draco Malfoy is the expert potions master, and he’s having far too much fun taunting Harry about his problem.
However, more sinister things are afoot and whilst Harry and Draco bicker and flirt, dark forces prepare to make their move…
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tell me again, do you love me? by hiuythn for jilliancares
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
09 Jul 2020
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If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.
But Keith is Keith, straight-forward and guileless. If he’s touching Lance more, it’s only because he’s gotten more comfortable. And on one hand, that’s great, that’s—Lance feels very honored. His heart is doing backflips and aerial stunts and everything. On the other, this is really not helping with his raging crush.
His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.
It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.
Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?
It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”
Keith freezes.
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Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.Series
- Part 4 of author's recommendations
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Lance is the opposite of affectionate with him.
Maybe that's partly Keith's fault… He's not approachable like Hunk, or nice like Allura, or fun like Coran, or whatever Pidge is that makes Lance lay his whole weight against them until they snap about personal space and they elbow him in the ribs. He's never pushed Lance away or shrugged him off the few times Lance has touched him, but Lance still doesn't seem inclined to do it often, outside of encouraging Keith to pull himself together before he runs the whole team into the ground.
Keith doesn't know what he's doing wrong there. (But then, a small voice says, it's probably weird to want him to touch you, anyway - it's weird to want to hold his hand again - so it's better if he doesn't.)
//Shiro is gone and Keith is grieving.
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- Part 1 of And Never Again Feel Weak
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“Wait, wait,” Lance stood up. “You are driving to Houston.”
“Yes.”
“A drive that’s over thirty hours.”
“Yup.”
“By yourself.”
“Sure seems like it.”
“To clean out a storage container of your dead mother, that you have never met, that is now legally under your name.”
“Correct.”
Lance wondered if Keith had lost his mind.
“Keith, there could be dead bodies in that storage container!” He argued. “Or a meth lab. Or worse, mannequins dressed up like dolls sat at a tea party or some weird shit like that.”
Keith offered him an unimpressed blink. “I’ll be fine.”
“Keith, this is insane. You can’t go by yourself!”
Keith glanced at him as he shouldered his backpack.
“Come with me then.”
And that small, damned smirk tilted Keith’s lips as he held Lance’s gaze.
“What do you think, Lance?” He asked. “2,251 miles. Think you could handle it?”
Lance stopped short.
Contemplated.
And, well. Lance had nothing to do either.
So. That’s how this all started.Two disasters drive cross-country to clean out a storage container that may have dead bodies hidden inside and, hey, maybe a bit of love as well.