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lunar-serpentinite · 1 month
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honestly being an unspeakable would be SUCH a nice job for harry bc hes legally expected to have all of his information under strict lock and key, he's away from big crowds, and nobody knows who the fuck you are in the dept of mysteries . he can scurry around and get all the info under the guise of it being unspeakable work and no one wld question him . he'll be left well alone in his little office just being a mysterious lil guy who sometimes has THE mesopotamian queen of the underworld over for tea .
yeah
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hp-shippy-prompts · 9 months
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Prompt:
Harry is an Unspeakable. Tom is an inferius.
Harry’s studying Tom, wanting to understand how, for something dead, he can be so alive.
Tom just wants Harry.
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wizardemotions · 2 months
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the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to
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basiatlu · 8 months
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I saw it was @lqtraintracks ‘s birthday and I had to just shower my joy that you exist on this chaotic space rock. Happy Birthday!!!✨
Here’s a drawn scene from one of the 1st fics I read of yours ( click here if you wanna read it, too! Warning for 2300 words of steamy goodness if that’s not your thing I suppose).
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daddiesdrarryy · 20 days
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Harry: So is your secret fantasy also Malfoy dressing up as a sexy Healer too or am I gay?
Ron: Always the second one, Harry, always
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rubusart · 9 months
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The Unspeakable.
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serenefreakgeekao3 · 4 months
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Gravekeeper!Draco who just wanted to be left alone after the war, who takes a respectable job that no one could disparage, who ends up befriending ghosts who have nothing to fear of him, who ends up forgotten to the world because the news can't drum up anything to blame on him, who has forgotten the warmth of the human touch,
Gravekeeper!Draco who takes his job so seriously that he keeps each tombstone looking pristine, each grave decorated according to their ghost's preference, who measures out the next plot with precision--- who, upon seeing one Harry Potter collecting grave dirt for whatever reason feels compelled to confront him. Because the fact that he's the saviour, the Boy Who Lived, the stupid Scar-Head who was somehow grown taller and broader, doesn't mean that he can just be that rude and not ask for permission first
Draco, who confuses Harry on multiple levels because, 'Wait, this is where you've been the whole time?' and 'Ask permission, how would I even begin-?' with a side of 'When did you get this pretty?'
(the ghosts in the background, gossiping and giggling and scheming of ways to push the two of them together)
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pixie-of-south · 3 months
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Harry mooning over Malfoy who dropped by to discuss a case with an auror
Ron : Oi Mate I hope you know to move past this pining and snag a date with Malfoy you gotta start being friendly and compliment him. Atleast stop insulting him and hope he miraculously snogs you.
Harry : Yeah I guess you are right sighs
Few days later
Harry nervously : Malfoy your hair looks good today
Draco : does a series of diagnostic spells I can't find anything wrong with you, did you hit your head on the way somewhere?
Harry still recovering from the unexpected spells : Wth Malfoy flustered stomps away
After 2837473 tries later
Harry : To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you Parkinson?
Pansy : Stop giving me that attitude. I know what you are trying to do, it is quiet pathetic really.
Harry : AND pray tell what is it that I am doing?
Pansy : Trying to woo Draco ofcourse
Harry sputtering : WHAT you are crazy?
Pansy : oh darling now don't go acting all dumb on me, who do you take me for? Anyways I am here to tell you get your head out of your arse and ask him directly instead whatever that is you're doing right now.
Harry : AND why should I listen to anything you say?
Pansy : well I heard Daniel from Department of Games is asking him tonight, he quite a looker is't he?. Do what you what you want to do with that I am leaving now. Ta! Potter.
Later that evening in the ministry atrium
Harry gathering all the courage: Malfoy I want to take you out
Draco : Now Potter I thought we were past the phase of wanting to rip each other's throats evey few days.
Harry : throwing his hands up in frustration THAT'S IT I AM DONE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. FUCK RON FUCK PARKINSON
Draco : 🧍🏼‍♂️
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albus severus is the human embodiment of be gay do crime, in this essay I will-
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reliand · 1 year
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Ocean Eyes || by @shealwaysreads
Malfoy was still pale, his skin milk-white. But now, he had the faintest trace of freckles across his cheekbones. His hair was still fair, silver-blonde and bright as a new Sickle. But his eyebrows, and his eyelashes, were dark now; framing his eyes with dramatic sweeps and arches of black. A charcoal sketch on white vellum, bold and delicate. And his eyes. His eyes were different now, too. Shockingly so.
One of Draco’s eyes was blue, now.
I love this little fic and how Draco’s described through Harry’s eyes. He sounds absolutely ethereal, and I wanted to try and capture it.
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milkcryptid · 2 years
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I can draw now so i’m fulfilling my teenage dream and drawing all my old fave characters, starting with little red 
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lunar-serpentinite · 3 months
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wait til you hear abt my master of death harry au where hes the only unspeakable working in the death room not bc he wanted to but bc he was "the only one who cld do it" (basically got guilted into doing it bc once a weapon, always a weapon amirite ?) and then he gets acquainted w diff deities and entities of death who treat him anywhere from a nice coworker they just got (thanatos) to their new favourite mortal (ereshkigal)
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dramioneasks · 5 months
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Beyond Recall or Desire - vannminner - E, 25 chapters - In December of 2001, Draco Malfoy was meant to be married. Unfortunately, a union with Astoria Greengrass would be impossible as his soul had already been bound to another's. Now, if only he could remember whose... - “A birth bond?” Narcissa asked. Alistair shook his head, “I’m afraid not. This is something else entirely.” He made eye contact with Draco before quickly looking away. “This is a chosen bond… a mutual decision…”
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myst867 · 3 months
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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months
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[GUNSHOT] [CAR CRASH] [BOOM] [PEOPLE SCREAMING] [SIRENS] [GLASS BREAKS] [DISTANT YELLING] [EXPLOSION] [HELICOPTERS AND NEWS TRUCKS] “... WE’RE REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE-“ [AMBULANCE SIRENS] “MY LEG... MY LEG.”
people are dead.
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cluelesspigeons · 8 months
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This is written for the song “how you get the girl” by Taylor Swift from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 243
Drarry microfic: welcome home
The knock on the door was quiet, yet Draco still heard it. He looked up from the book he was reading, a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea in his hand. Who could possibly still need him at this ungodly hour of the night?
Slowly, he made his way over to the door, a warm blanket wrapped securely around his shoulders. Even after a long day of work, people couldn’t leave him alone, could they?
He pulled open the door. The words that were ready on his tongue, disappeared as quickly as they came when he saw just who was standing on his doorstep with an umbrella in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face.
“Hi.”
Before he could think twice about it, Draco slammed the door shut. He stood frozen in the hallway, pulling the blanket closer around his shoulder. Surely, it couldn’t be?
After a few seconds, Draco carefully opened the door again, peeking outside to see if he was still there. To his surprise, he was.
“Draco?”
His voice was so familiar. It hurt to hear it again after so so long. But still…
An unexpected warmth spread through his veins. He was back. He was finally back. After months of silence. After months of Draco trying—and failing—not to worry, Harry was finally back home.
A tentative smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He stepped aside to let Harry back in the house. “Welcome home, my love.”
Prompt from May 5th
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