Walking Sleep | 2.6K Oneshot | Poetically epic wartime love story with a twist... | mythology, suspense, angst, yearning & some rather emotional smut | TMD Fest 25
Draco returns home, but something is different this time... Told through Draco's POV, this is a story of epic love, devotion, and intense angst & yearning. It is sensually smutty, haunting, and devastatingly beautiful (per comments).
There isn't much more I can say without spoiling it since it is intended as a suspenseful little journey, but please mind the tags (shown in attached photo).
Written for Truly Madly Deeply Fest 2025, tons of awesome work in the collection and more to be revealed over the next week, so check it out on AO3!
Excerpt:
He eased himself onto the mattress beside her and as the desolation that was his body met the heat of hers, he began to wake. He reached for her, and with his eyes closed for a second, he could almost see the contours of her like ley lines, glimmering with her magic and something even more significant. He pulled her closer, his arm coiling around her waist.
“I missed you, love,” he whispered, with barely enough force to stir the air into sound.
He pressed a sweet, solicitous kiss to her shoulder. He felt his lungs fill and he realised that he’d forgotten how to breathe. It was like that every time he left. It wasn’t until he returned — to her — that he began to exist again. She helped him remember how.