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Hello

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “terrarium.”

Draco’s hand slips into his as they follow the boys—Albus and Scorpius enthusiastically darting from one terrarium to the next—around the Reptile House.

Harry stops before the enormous boa constrictor, touches two fingertips to the glass, and calls upon the ancient language he hasn’t spoken in years.

“Hello, old friend.”

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But sir, those--yes, those--are my emotional support em dashes

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What we do here: ship and let ship. It may not be MY ship, but if it’s yours, go for it! Some ships in this fandom are not my fave and I’ve made that no secret, but if it’s yours then you do you boo! It’s not hurting me or literally anyone else.

What we do not do here: shame people for their ships. Yes. Any. Ship. We don’t call people creepy or say they’re loosing their grip on morality (even if we feel that way) because FICTION. IS NOT. REALITY. (Read those last four words again until they sink in.)

What we do here: write what you want! Literally. Write whatever the fuck you want. There will be an audience for it and even if that audience is just you then GOOD. THATS WHY WE WRITE FAN FICTION. For ourselves! And if people like my silly little stories then that’s just a nice bonus.

What we do not do here: tell people what not to write. We do not do that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Plain and simple.

All I ask is that we tag appropriate ships and also trigger warnings. None of this is that difficult.

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I miss them.

I have been stressed for months. I was unhappy for a long while. Feels weird to say you miss the characters you read and write about. But I really miss them. 

#drarry

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#so gentle #wrapped in each other #my heart #drarry

Winter

They spent the day cuddled on the sofa, too cold to move, wrapped in each other and a fluffy blanket. The fluffy material kept tickling his nose, and was scratchy on his skin, but Harry bore it all with joy, because: Draco, in his arms, warm and soft and wonderful.

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I can’t cope with Draco’s face #drarry 

“Do you have any idea what a bloody awful liar you make?” 

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#my heart #the ache 

empathy, unbidden

very belatedly, for @drarrymicrofic's 'verklempt'

“I can feel everything,” Harry said of the empathy hex. He lay on his back in the isolation cell.

Healer Malfoy, in perfect professionalism, made a note on his clipboard, avoiding Harry’s eyes. It wasn’t enough.

“You love me,” noticed Harry, overwhelmed by the curse-amplified emotion. “You love me.”

all my microfics

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25 Days of Draco and Harry

In a moment of what was either madness or bravery (potentially both) I decided to participate in 25 days of Draco and Harry. I haven't really written that much before so it's quite scary but god, am I a bit obsessed with these boys! And I love this community so much. Seriously, go and read everyone's fics for the 25 days. The talent! The writing! The escapism! What do you mean you don't have time because you have a life? Cut that shit out immediately, there are more important things, this is drarry we're talking about. Anyway, I thought I'd feel the fear and do it anyway. This is a little bit from the beginning of day one:

"He hates me"

"He doesn't hate you, Draco"

"Earlier I walked over to him, asked him very politely if he needed anything, and he kicked a mug over"

"Did that actually happen?"

"Yes! Potter, I'm being serious, he looks at me like he wants me dead"

"You're going to call me Potter because you think our owl hates you? And that's just his face! He's like that with me too!"

"Harry, honestly, listen to me, I'm worried"

"Why did he have a mug?"

"What?"

"You said he kicked a- never mind. Draco, this is ridiculous."

Draco sighed. He hadn't even wanted an owl. Harry had brought it home as a present for Teddy a few weeks ago. A moment of history repeating itself he had said, telling Draco about Hagrid gifting Hedwig to him. Draco already knew the story, but loved the way Harry seemed to slip back into childhood amazement as he recounted visiting Diagon Alley for the first time.

"You're forgetting the main character, Harry" Draco said as Harry told the tale.

Harry frowned "Huh?"

"That incredibly suave and handsome boy you met in Madame Malkin's"

"Oh, you mean that smarmy little git who told me muggleborns shouldn't go to Hogwarts? Yeah, love at first sight"

"You married him"

"You stopped being smarmy" Hary said "He's still a git though" he whispered to the owl.

"I heard that" Draco said.

Read all my 25 days fics on Ao3 ❤

#25 days of draco and harry #drarry fanfiction #drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy x harry potter #25 days of drarry #25 days of draco and harry 2021

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soulmark au where draco has lichtenberg figure across his back while harry has the draco’s namesake constellation

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#rest in peace to me 

Draco Malfoy in a royal blue suit that consists of a tightly fitted waistcoat and perfectly tailored trousers. His jacket is stripped off and his emerald dress shirt is rolled up to the forearms. His collar is open at the throat.

That’s all.

You’re welcome.

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the intimacy that comes from holding on to messages of old feelings, perfect 

Microfic: Ephemeral

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'ephemeral'

Being Draco's roommate comes with stuff. Train ticket stubs, lists, and thank you notes. Receipts, West End playbills, takeaway menus and pamphlets. 'Miss you. See you soon' reads Harry's fading postcard on their fridge. Harry took that trip to Vancouver six ​years ago. Draco won't let him throw it out.

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this is amazing, those cheekbones 

(posting here too by request, thank you for sharing my draco thiiiiiirst) [ko-fi]

I started drawing a picture a couple weeks ago of Draco drinking his morning coffee out of an old transfigured “potter stinks” badge but then I realized skewed perspective text is HARD and then I forgot all about this picture lol. But like, just picture that or maybe an awful cartoon version of Harry’s face on the mug and Harry’s all: (incoherent sputters) and Draco’s like, “oh this? Got it at the new gift shop in Diagon. Charming little thing, isn’t it? Oh and look, it even has your signature replicated on the bottom!”

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Microfic: Sleepy

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'sleepy'

"I'm awake," Harry mumbles. Barely so, and this time when he slumps against Draco's shoulder on the bus, Draco doesn't bother nudging him awake. There's something tentative about registering the weight of him, his quiet breaths, like it shouldn't be allowed. Certainly, the tenderness feels unwarranted, too much for friendship.

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Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men?

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Draco by Lorandesore

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God bless those people who are INCREDIBLE writers but decide to use those skills to write gay fanfiction

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Oh hell, this is incredible writing. Such tenderness and love. It’s so gentle and yet the emotions feel enormous. Beautiful.   

witching hour

rated g, wc 738 | thanks @lou-isfake as always for endless cheer reading 💕 | read on ao3

“Do you think you could fall in love with me?” Harry whispers, quiet in the silk-dark twist of night.

“What?” Draco murmurs. He opens his eyes, finding heavy nothingness. The moon is covered tonight.

“In a different life,” Harry clarifies, or maybe amends.

“Oh.” The bond pulls tight as Draco shifts, red string cutting into the delicate skin of his wrist. He turns toward Harry, mouth open to respond, inhaling a lungful of wildflower-honey sweet shampoo. He looks back up at the faraway ceiling. “In a different life, I wouldn’t be me, and you wouldn’t be you.”

Harry hums. “You don’t think?”

“Maybe we wouldn’t even be friends, or coworkers. Maybe we’d never have hurt each other during a war. Maybe we’d never even have met.”

Harry falls quiet at that. Draco drifts, the sleep-worn sheets of Harry’s bed soft on his bare arms. The silence stretches long before Harry speaks again.

“I’ve been thinking about how the specialists said some bonds make you fall in love. I… I don’t think it would be so bad to be loved by me.” Then, quieter, “I would be very kind.”

“You are very kind.”

A shift in the air– Harry’s smile. “Not always.”

“Not always,” Draco concedes. A fist in the nose of someone who comments on the Dark Mark, canine-sharp grin while puzzling through a nasty curse. Not always kind. “You asked if I could love you.”

“In another life. And the reciprocation would be– well, it would be inevitable, wouldn’t it?”

“Would it?”

“Of course,” Harry says, his soft earnestness tangible, bearing down on Draco’s chest.

“Of course.” Draco closes his eyes, wishes he could be alone, coughs on his guilt. He’d have given anything to be in Harry’s mess of sheets before this, before they were stitched together with an unbreakable length of thread, but now Harry is too close. Harry smells like flowers and sorbet in the summer, and he’s too close.

Harry shifts, quiet again. The space between their bodies is magnetized, unknown, terra incognita. They don’t have to touch. The bond doesn’t require them to touch. The bond doesn't fabricate love, or slip insidious under their desires. The bond doesn’t require anything other than the inevitability of their bodies occupying adjacent spaces.

“Do you think you could? Love me. Be in love with me,” Harry asks again.

Let me sleep, Draco wants to say. Let me sleep. Don’t coax secrets off my tongue. Instead: “In another life?”

“Here.” Harry sounds muzzy, half-asleep. “Now.”

“I don’t think I could,” Draco whispers carefully, “if I already am.”

“Yeah?” Harry breathes, turning to face Draco; the mattress dips steeply, surrendering to his shoulder. Draco shifts to his side too, and even in the dark he pretends to find the shape of Harry’s face, blinking it into existence. The curve of his jaw, the nick of a scar above his cupid’s bow, the soft fuzz between his dark brows. Freckles, only visible in bright sunlight. Bright irises, one milk-glass jade from that crackling scar, the other polished emerald. A faintly crooked nose, Draco’s own doing. Dark, silky curls. Lips that curve up a specific way when Draco strides into a room.

“Yeah,” Draco replies. Harry breathes evenly, too steady for the wake of a love confession, and Draco twists away fitfully. In this velvet cradle of night he doesn’t know how to bite his tongue; he’s too comfortable, too warm in Harry’s bed.

Whispering sheets, then Harry’s hand tentatively around Draco’s wrist. “Hey.”

“Let me sleep,” Draco finally says, too small and too late. Harry’s hand remains.

“It’s inevitable in this life too,” Harry whispers. The air stills around them, anticipating. “The reciprocation.”

“Yeah?” Draco says, his body tight and weightless all at once. Harry laughs a puff of air onto the back of Draco’s neck, squeezes his wrist.

“Yeah. You– you’re something inevitable.”

“I’m a person,” Draco says, still fitful, still tightly wound.

“I love you,” Harry replies plainly, scattering the words into the dark with a surety that soothes Draco. “I know this. I have known this. I just thought you wouldn’t–”

“I do.”

“Okay,” Harry whispers, joyful. The sheets shush as Harry rests a tentative arm over Draco’s waist. “Will you in the morning too?”

“Love you?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes,” Draco tells him, sinking into the warmth of Harry’s chest, because he will, he does. Inevitability lies rooted deep in both of them. “Yes, I will.”