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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months
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Dress
"Don't laugh!" Draco shouted through the door of their bedroom.
He rolled his eyes and turned the page of his quidditch magazine. "Draco, I never laugh at your new clothes," he called back. It was true, he didn't, Draco sometimes picked the loudest, most ostentatious patterns imaginable; sometimes he picked cloaks that changed color based on his mood; once, memorably, he'd even found a hat with enormous peacock feathers. He'd never laughed, because he understood that clothes were an outlet for Draco, a way of being who he felt like he was on the inside. "I promise," he added.
When the door didn't open after a few more moments of silence, Harry set down his magazine, "Draco?"
"Yes," the other man said through the door. "Yes, coming."
The door opened a crack but Draco didn't emerge, "Promise," he said. "Swear on our marriage and our nonexistent children that you won't laugh."
"Baby," he said, standing from the couch and moving toward the door. "I promise. I won't laugh."
"Sit down," Draco said, peaking around the corner, just his forehead and eyes visible. "Sit down and close your eyes. I can't do it if you're looking at me."
He frowned but did as Draco asked.
The door creaked as it opened the rest of the way, and the sound of Draco's bare feet padding across the floor made the pit of Harry's stomach warm. He could feel Draco's presence in front of him, knowing that his husband was standing there looking at him, weighing him.
"Babe," he said, holding his hands out and waiting for Draco's to fill them. His fingers clasped Harry's, shaking just a little. "Hey," he said softly, "I love you. All of you. I'm not going to laugh."
After a shaking exhale, Draco gave Harry's hands a squeeze and took a step back, "Open your eyes," he murmured.
Harry was not in any way prepared for the sight before him. Draco was wearing a simple green dress, a low v-neck with thin straps, it was fitted through the bust and cinched at the waist. The whole dress was layered with chiffon that gave it a soft, dreamy quality; the skirt was full and with the layers of chiffon, Harry knew it would flare out if he twirled. He swallowed, "Wow," he managed after a moment.
"It's a lot, I know-" Draco started, tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear, "and I-"
"You look fucking gorgeous," Harry interrupted. "Let me see the back?"
Slowly, Draco turned, showing Harry an equally deep v in the back with a crisscross of thin straps that helped to keep the top of the dress tight to his torso. All of the freckles he'd gotten in the sun on their vacation last month were a stark contrast to the pale of his skin.
"You look amazing," he said again as Draco turned to face him once more.
Draco ducked his head, cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Harry was about to ask him to do a real spin so he could admire the skirt when Draco blurted, "I don't think I'm always a boy."
He blinked but before he could say anything, Draco continued.
"And I don't think I'm a girl," he said uncertainly. "I just," he shrugged, helplessly, eyes welling up with tears, "I think there's something broken inside of me," he whispered.
"Oh," Harry said, standing and pulling him into his arms, "sweetheart, no." He kissed Draco's temple, "there's nothing wrong with you. It's alright," he added, mentally thanking Ginny for the lecture she'd given him three years ago about one of her nonbinary team mates. "Maybe you're just nonbinary. It's alright," he repeated, holding Draco's trembling body closer.
"You thought you married a man," Draco blurted as he clung to Harry's jumper, face hidden against his shoulder. "I don't-"
"Hey," he said softly, pulling back a bit so that he could meet Draco's eyes, "sweetheart," he murmured, heart aching with the thought that Draco might have been keeping this from him because he was afraid of how Harry might react. "I love you. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as, it won't change that I love you. I love the person you are," he said, "Everything else is just how you get to feel comfortable in your own skin. I want you to be happy."
"I don't know who I am," Draco whispered.
He nodded and pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, "I'd like to be with you while you find out, if you'll let me?"
Draco swallowed, gaze flickering between Harry's eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, love. I'm positive."
Slowly Draco nodded, "I'd like that."
He kissed Draco's cheek, "Can I admire you in your new dress a little more?"
With a shy little smile that Harry utterly adored, Draco nodded and stepped back, wiping his eyes.
"Well, give us a proper spin, then," Harry said.
Draco spun and the skirt flared, twirling around as Draco laughed, face open and radiant in a way that Harry wasn't sure he'd ever seen.
"I should take you out," Harry said, capturing him in his spinning and pulling Draco into his arms again before starting to dance around the living room. "We should go out dancing."
Draco shook his head, "what would people say?"
"That you're gorgeous," he said, "but respectfully because if they didn't say it respectfully, I'd punch them."
"Harry," Draco sighed, "the press-"
"What if we went to a muggle place?" he interrupted because he knew that Draco was right but he didn't want Draco to think there was anything that Harry was ashamed of about this. "Just until you feel more confident in who you are? What if we go out and experiment together? Give you a chance to feel comfortable in your skin before we let the world know?" He tucked a strand of hair behind Draco's ear, "I want to show you off," he added, knowing how Draco loved to be seen in his new things, "you deserve to be admired in this beautiful dress."
"Are you sure?" he asked. And in the question Harry heard a thousand other insecurities.
"I've never been more sure of anything than I am of you," he replied, holding Draco's gaze with his own. "You are the love of my life. No matter what. I love you and I just want you to love you as much as I do."
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rockingrobin69 · 2 years
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YES
“Erm.”
Harry looked up from his essay. “Yes?”
“I… erm. I don’t know if, er. Did you mean for me to see this?” Draco’s face was doing something funny. He laid down the laundry basket and picked up Harry’s jeans. “You know you never empty your pockets.”
“Yes.”
“Although I’ve told you repeatedly. And despite being raised Muggle. You don’t bother taking anything out before throwing it in the machine.”
“Yes.”
“Receipts, coins, notes…”
“Yes.”
“Rings?”
Harry got down on one knee.
Draco swallowed. “Harry?”
“Will you…”
He joined him on the floor with a groan, crying. “Fuck you. Yes.”
For @domaystic‘s day eight. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!
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digthewriter · 1 year
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Prompt M—Christmas Decorations & Wooden Table for @slythindor100 and tangle for newyearcntdown.
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Potter's hands grabbed the edge of his dining table as Draco didn't allow any distance between them. He'd been waiting for this and he couldn't tell anyone for how long? Was it four years or fourteen? Would anyone even believe him that this was what he'd wanted even before he knew he'd wanted it. He wanted to hear Potter's heartbeat against his chest. He wanted to take in Potter's scent and claim it as his own. His hold on Potter wasn't tight enough, Potter's pants and desperation to want Draco wasn't frantic enough. Draco wanted more and more and more.
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oknowkiss · 4 months
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my lucky number - 42, drarry. please and thank you!
you got it! please enjoy! ~600 words, rated T for language. les champs-elysées - joe dassin
Harry decides to have breakfast in Paris. He’s twenty-one, it’s nine in the morning on the sixth of June, and the cleansing power of his hangover has allowed him to realise he can go anywhere he wants, with anyone, to do anything, for the rest of his life. 
His Portkey lands in an alley a short distance from the Eiffel Tower, because after the agent had asked him where he’d like to go, and after he’d replied, “Erm… France?” she had said, “The first timer package, then. Return trip is half eight. Here’s your list of attractions and instructions for a basic translation charm.” 
No matter. He has breakfast at a street-side cafe, espresso and carbs and sunlight quieting the pounding inside his head. 
He visits several of the attractions on the Portkey agent’s list: the Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre. All of them are far too crowded, and by midday he’s resolved not to follow the list. After all, isn’t that the point of this excursion? To do what he wants? 
Harry has a glass too many of vin rouge at lunch and his confidence inflates in direct opposition to his experience with France, his ability to manage having time to himself, his general awareness of his surroundings and how to navigate them.
Which is to say: it’s now seven, ninety minutes before his Portkey takes him back home, and all he’s done is become increasingly lost. Harry chews on a bite of pasta and wonders if it counts as being lost, if you never had a destination to begin with? Perhaps he’s been lost — or not lost — since leaving the Forbidden Forest four years ago. Every day a step further into the void, away from his intended purpose. 
A loud, sudden coughing rouses Harry from his thoughts. Harry’s head snaps to the left, his hands already in fists, ready for action. 
“What the bloody fucking hell are you doing here?” Draco Malfoy splutters, staring at Harry with watery eyes. Around them, several diners look away. A lover’s quarrel, they presume. In Paris? How droll. 
“Malfoy?” Harry asks stupidly. It’s obviously Malfoy. No one else looks like him, which is actually quite annoying seeing as it means Harry can’t chalk it up to misconception when Malfoy sneaks into his wank fantasies. 
And no, he doesn’t want to talk about that.
“The one and only, thanks to you,” Malfoy replies meanly. A steak sits half-eaten on his plate, red juice pooling on the china. It doesn’t not remind Harry of the second floor girls bathroom.
“If you’re looking for sympathy, you’ve got the wrong orphan,” Harry says. Then, because he’s already bored with this argument, “You live in Paris, do you?” 
“What’s it to you?” Malfoy asks. He crosses his arms over his chest. 
“Nothing, I suppose.” Harry shrugs. “Forget it.” He turns back to his food.
“It’s my birthday,” Malfoy says, calling Harry’s attention again. “Well, yesterday. This is my gift to myself.”
“Eating dinner alone?” Harry asks, amused. 
“Go ahead and laugh—” Malfoy starts, but Harry cuts him off.
“I’m not laughing at you,” Harry says. “I—” He bites his lip. “I do the same thing.” 
“Other people are exhausting,” Malfoy insists, his face red. 
“Hell is other people,” Harry says. Then he's blushing, too. “I read that on a bag once.” 
“And did it hurt, reading all those words in one go?” Malfoy says. A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. 
Harry checks his watch. Half-seven. He looks down at his pasta. Mostly eaten.
“I’ve an hour before my Portkey,” Harry says, and he’s barreling forward blindly now, no idea where this will land. “Shall we order dessert?
(give me a number 1 - 100 & i'll write you a drabble based on the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped)
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abyssal-ali · 7 months
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Masterlist 1
Works written and published for the DC (and other) fandoms! See @/ali-annals for my Maribat writings!
And Yet Forgives the Butcher's Knife: JaySteph meet in Africa while both are presumed dead. They return to Gotham years later, backed by the League of Assassins and their family doubled in size, and take over the underworld, improving Gotham and confounding the Bats. | Currently on hiatus/being rewritten | T+ | Ao3 | 4k+ |
The Best Bat(?): Jason meets the Justice League when they accidentally summon 'the best Bat'. The problem? Why does Red Hood (who's a Rogue, not a Bat) know he's immortal? | T | ao3 | 1.7k |
Titans Tower AU (with a twist): The Titans overhear a suspicious call between their resident Bat and a supervillain. Eavesdropping always turns out fine, right? | G | ao3 | 0.9k |
Imagine Dragons: Dragon Batfam inspired by @/salparadiselost's dragon au | G | ao3 | 2.5k |
Burned my Wings: Tired of never knowing where he stands with Bruce, Jason decides to force his hand. Immortal Jason & Good Mom Talia. | M for Murder | ao3 | 7.6k |
There is Just no Stopping This Thing Called Love: JaySteph weekend 2023 submission. Gotham by Gaslight AU three-shot depicting snapshots of their relationship at different stages | T | ao3 | 4k |
JaySteph Dating Headcanons: What it says on the tin | G | ao3 | 1.2k |
RelationShip of Theseus: JaySteph Halloween 2023 Submission. Jason and Steph team up to go undercover at a Halloween party. They've been friends with benefits for a while, but lately...things have been changing. Maybe this Halloween they'll finally settle some things between them. | M | ao3 | 4.6k |
She's a Knockout: JaySteph meetcute. Steph asked for a box for her leftover chicken and waffles, not...a makeshift boxing ring? After a beautiful KO, she makes a break for it, but is chased down with the request to meet the Boss. Clearly her outstanding combat skills can't be put to waste, and she is offered a job at his new gym. The Goonion are eagerly invested in Boss's drama with the pretty lady with the stellar right hook. | T | ao3 | 2.7k |
Project #68 [Operation Concupiscence]: DamiRae Sauce Week '23 4-chap submission. Concupiscence: definition: noun. 1. sexual desire; lust 2. ardent, usually sensuous, longing. Demon AU + Hogwarts AU | M | ao3 | 8.7k |
what would you do if they never found us out?: JaySteph work together to defeat Black Mask after they kiss for a mission, meeting for the first time after returning to Gotham from their post-death world tours. | M | ao3 | 12.2k |
Deck the Balls: JaySteph fake dating for the holidays. Steph attempts to show Jason why he should appreciate her enthusiasm for the decor. | M | ao3 | 5.5k |
Bomb Threat: A Declaration of Love?: JaySteph fluff drabble inspired by a meme shared in the JaySteph server. | T | ao3 | 0.6k |
you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?: Immortal Jason angst with a happy ending. | E | ao3 | 2.2k |
held together, our hands became a map: JaySteph Bridgerton AU | M | ao3 | 12.1k+ |
5+1 Times the Justice League realized something about RH: Red Hood is one of Batman's Rogues-brash, violent, careless. But one day Red Hood responds to a call meant for Batman and the Justice League begin to change their perception of the crime lord. | T | ao3 | 4.5k |
JaySteph Tinder AU Masterlist: What it says: JaySteph and Batfam Social Media AU crack | T+ | ao3 | 0.6k +texts |
Harry Potter x Twilight
time, curious time/cutting me open then healing me fine: (can be read as platonic) Drarry, Time Travel Fix-It in a Voldemort Wins AU. It's 100% a Crack Fic through and through, though. | T | ao3 | 3k |
Miraculous Ladybug
'tis the damn season: Lukanette. Seven years after defeating Hawkmoth, Luka Couffaine and Marinette Dupain-Cheng both return to Paris for the holidays. Will their teenage romance rekindle or will they always look back fondly to that one summer with the one who got away? | T | ao3 | 3.8k |
The Scarlet Pimpernel
her own elusive pimpernel: Perguerite angst, fluff, and smut. | M | ao3 | 5.5k |
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thedrarrylibrarian · 1 year
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I've been so excited about this month's Happy Hour guest because I enjoy her writing so very much. I first fell in love with @drarrily-we-row-along's writing during her 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days. Short fics are sometimes hard to set a scene for, or hard to give good plot for, but I remember racing through each of her drabbles, feeling like I never wanted them to end because each bite sized piece of writing was so good! Most recently, I've been enjoying her contributions for @hdcandyheartsfest. It feels like every day in February I get to read something new and wonderful from @drarrily-we-row-along and I love it!
One of the things that I've learned about writers is that they are often readers, so it's always one of my greatest joys to get to peek into what one of my favorite fic writers is reading herself. Here's our wonderful February Happy Hour guest rec from @drarrily-we-row-along!
Hello friends! I was super excited, and very honored, to be asked to be the guest for Happy Hour in February. I love this blog and have read *so many* incredible fics that have been recced here! I’ve actually been reading quite a bit lately (so many beautiful fics that have brought me a great deal of joy) so it was really tricky to pick just one!
I ended up deciding on Fire Meet Gasoline by @lettersbyelise.
Fire Meet Gasoline by @lettersbyelise (62,600 words, rated E)
When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?
This fic.
It hit me right in the solar plexus. I read this fic back in the middle of January (read: devoured this fic- I couldn’t put it down once I started) and it’s been lingering in the corners of my subconscious ever since. This fic is really beautiful and honest; both Harry and Draco are incredibly flawed, wounded people and reading about their healing is immensely satisfying.
Also, it’s a fake-relationship fic which is always it for me. Give me all of the casual intimacy of a couple and all of the angst of a slow burn wrapped in one delicious fic. I’m obsessed with the rules they make in the beginning and the rules they break along the way. I’m a sucker for the ‘idiots to lovers’ tag, for the way that both of them feel they aren’t worthy of the other, that they could never be loved in return. *chef’s kiss*
(An important side note: Their relationships with their friends are beautiful and heartwarming in so many ways. Their respective found-families and the unconditional love they receive from them hit me in the feels repeatedly. I fell in love with Snaffles, and the version of Scorpius in this fic owns my entire heart.)
But most importantly for me, Harry and Draco in this fic are written absolutely perfectly in their imperfections.
Fics that deal with trauma in a realistic (and sometimes painful way) are my favorite and I love the look into both of their psyches in this story. Draco is so very much himself in this fic; he’s strong and he’s brilliant, he’s sarcastic and devastating; he’s all of the things that make reading about Draco such a delight. The way that he articulates himself, the way that he holds his boundaries, the way that he keeps everyone at an arm’s length, the way he feels about himself when he’s at his most honest; I’m undone. And Harry! Harry’s flaws and woundedness are absolutely, stunningly believable. I would read all day about a workaholic Harry Potter, who can never measure up to impossibly high standards that he’s set for himself because of childhood trauma. He’s a gorgeously flawed character, who seems to be trying very hard not to actually find himself and not to deal with all of his own hurt. Frankly, there were times that I had to take several deep breaths and blink back tears when I was reading about Harry because some of it hit just a little too close to home and the words were so poignant and touching.
This fic is beautiful from start to finish, I hope that you click the link and give yourself a treat. By the end you might just find that this beautiful fic has not only healed something within our lovely boys, but within your own heart as well.
Thank you again to @drarrily-we-row-along for this brilliant rec and thoughtful review! Thanks for joining us in the library!
❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️
Lots of Love and Happy Friday!
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hp-fearfest · 1 year
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The spooky season may *technically* be over, but we here at HP Fear Fest HQ refuse to pass on to the other side just yet. We're like that super discounted, leftover bag of candy that got lost behind all the winter holiday decorations at the supermarket. Terrifying.
Find the 31 Days of Fear Fest Masterlist below the cut! Thank you and congratulations to everyone who created something for this year's challenge, you've ensured that we will be sleeping with the lights on for the foreseeable future...😱
If you created something for the fest and don't see it listed here, send us an ask or a message and let us know asap!
Until next year, you little gremlins! We'll be watching you 👀 -The HPFF Mods 👻
Daily: 
🎃 Day 1: Body Snatchers–Heart
👻 Replaced by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 it was the only way to save him by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: mild body horror, open ending 👻 reverse psychology by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 364 | G] 👻 [ART and Drabble] Heart by @xgardensinspace [Neville/Ron | 97 | T] cw: blood and gore
🎃 Day 2: They Never Suspected a Thing–Trapped
👻 He Did It by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]
🎃 Day 3: From the Deep–Buried
👻 Restoration by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 240 | M] cw: implied necromancy, character death, illness, gore, grief 👻 Drowning by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD
🎃 Day 4: The–Changeling Soul
👻 Hissing by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 outside over there by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 430 | M] cw: implied miscarriages 👻 rené by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 392 | T] cw: blood
🎃 Day 5: Ghost Story–Haunt
👻 still life by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: ghosts 👻 Hide and Seek by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD 👻 A Ghost's Funeral by @lumosatnight [Cedric/Fred, G, 1.1k]
🎃 Day 6: Cursed Artifact–Possession
👻 Tethered by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] cw: illness
🎃 Day 7: There’s Something in the Attic–Scream
👻 Inheritance by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 Bury the Sound by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 303 | T] cw: distorted reality, self-imposed isolation
🎃 Day 9: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night–Cold
👻 Outage by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]
🎃 Day 10: The Shivers–Agony
👻 Orion’s Will by @phoebe-delia [Drarry | 353 | M] cw: mcd, illness, curse, grief, unhappy ending
🎃 Day 11: Don’t Look Behind You–Rot
👻 the new generation by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T]
🎃 Day 14: A Seance–Silence
[ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ginny] cw: body modification, injury
🎃 Day 15: Cult Activity–Poison
👻 A Seaside Picnic by Slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.7k | G]
🎃 Day 16: Disembodied Voices–Hidden
👻 The Manor by @kittycargo [Drarry | 1.2k | T]
🎃 Day 17: Blood Suckers–Hunt
👻 undone by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 prey by @dracopetal [Gen | 799 | M] cw: blood and violence cw: dismemberment  👻 [ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ron/Neville] cw: blood and gore
🎃 Day 19: Dark Fairytale–Forest
👻 The Three Ravens by Sniper_Jade [NottPott | 9.4k | E] 👻 no stranger by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 614 | M] cw: MCD, semi-graphic description of death by hanging 👻 [ART] Fairy Kings by @necromanticnoir [M] 👻 The Chase by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.8k | E] cw: rape/non-con
🎃 Day 20: B-Movie–Omen
👻 Deathly Design by slashaholic666 [Severus & Sirius pre-slash | 5k | T]
🎃 Day 22: Legend Has It–Harvest
👻 The Corpse Spouse by slashaholic666 [Lily/Severus, Sirius/Severus | 200 | G]
🎃 Day 23: Blood Magic–Family
👻 A Drop Will Do by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | G | 986] cw: forced bonding
🎃 Day 24: Don’t Let It In–Nightmare
👻 Don't Let It In by brit_girl/@drarrysworlds [Gen | M | 8k] cw: torture, blood, posession
🎃 Day 25: Feed the Beast–Hunger
👻 Loveliest by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 182 | M] cw: blood rituals
🎃 Day 28: Necromancy–Undead
👻 Bait by slashaholic666 [Severus/Sirius/Regulus | G | 516] cw: zombie 👻 Matter of by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] 👻 Death and Undeath by @lumosatnight [Fred/George | 3.1k | E] cw: MCD, incest, sibling incest, necromancy, necrophilia, graphic description of corpses, human sacrifice, poison, kidnapping, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
🎃 Day 29: I Know What You Did–Curse
👻 as if i'll ever know how by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] cw: unhealthy relationship, codependency, mind-kidnapping
🎃 Day 31: The Darkness Answers Back–Alone
👻 Strays of the Night by Belladonnalee [Albus Severus/James Sirius | 3.8k | M] cw: incest, sibling incest, mentions of blood 
🎃 Ongoing:
👻 In the Garden of Shadows by @alexandra-emerson tumblr ao3 [75.4 k | M] Prompt(s): Doppelganger–stranger Ship(s): Dramione Warnings: violence, dark themes, and sex Summary: When Draco was a boy, he tried to catch the sun. He lined a basket with small mirrors and praised his cleverness as he watched the light dancing in the trap he’d made. Then, the sun set, and the night stole his prize. He tried again and again, but never managed to hold the light for longer than a day. Sometimes he feared it was the same with him and Hermione. That it was just a matter of time before the sun set for them, leaving him in a world of shadows. That he'd be stuck weeding a field of endlessly growing dark thoughts until they finally overtook him. A story about running from the past, and what happens when it catches up…
👻 the echo of an axe by luminae [19.7 k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Drarry Warnings: Dubcon, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death Summary: Draco gets attacked on his way home. He doesn't remember much, but it was scary and he desperately needs it to happen again.
🎃 Completed:
👻 you'll have to take the long way down by @theheadgirl tumblr ao3 [22,4k | T] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood Warnings: self-harm, claustrophobia, murder, injury, blood, torture (check for more tags!) Summary: 31 days of fear, as experienced by Percy, Oliver, and Audrey. New prompts posted daily. Tags are for the whole work. Please be mindful of triggers. I tried to tag as much as I could but, fun fact, AO3 limits you to 75.
👻 Wormwood by @ghaniblue tumblr ao3 [13.6k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Gen Warnings: psychological horror (check for more tags!) Summary: [...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11) or, the life and death of Regulus Black.
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slythindor100 · 1 year
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Welcome to the 15th Annual 25 Days of Draco and Harry Challenge - Traditional style for 2022!!! The challenge is to write a drabble, ficlet, story, whatever for each of the pics. Your fic for each prompt must be a minimum of 100 words - but there is no maximum. They can be twenty-five one-shots or each one can be a part of a bigger story. Yes, you may combine this with other holiday challenges. But to be part of 25 Days of Draco and Harry – Draco and Harry MUST be a couple.
You can post your fics anywhere, but please post the header below - with a link to where ever you post. I highly recommend you post to the AO3 collection set up for this challenge: 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2022 You can do this easily by posting the work to your AO3 account and where it says post to collections start typing 25 Days... a list will come up and you simply need to select: 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2022 (25_Days_of_Draco_and_Harry_2022). When you post it's included in the collection. Easy!! This will help me for the recap I'll put together. ♥     But you are NOT obligated to post to AO3. A hint for those of you writing one, big story is to click "this work has multiple chapters" when you make your first post. That way you can add a chapter to it each day and people can find it easily. Also, if you're doing 25 not related fics – click "this work is part of a series" and then title your series something like sassy_cissa's 2022 25 Days of D/H series (but using your name, of course) or something that will uniquely identify it on AO3. NOTE: your fic does not have to be a story of the picture - you can use a part of the picture or whatever that picture says to you. For those doing traditional style – the prompts must be used in order – as stated in the guidelines. This does not apply for early-bird participants. The challenge of this is to write and post within the 24-hour period between prompt postings. There's no penalty if you don't, but if you'd like to challenge yourself you can. Otherwise, you can post anytime for any prompt if you are posting for fun. You can also combine prompts if you're not able to write one day. The hope for this is for it to be fun and low-stress. And because your mods want more H/D loveliness during Christmas!! NOTE: your work doesn't have to be beta'd for this challenge.
Each day at midnight (EST) beginning on Dec 1st - the prompt for that day will become available by clicking the gift for that day. The following day, the prompt will stay - without having to click on it to see it. NOTE: THIS CLOCK is the official clock. If you have any questions or concerns - feel free to contact the mods at [email protected]. If posting on tumblr, please tag all entries: #25 days of drarry, #25 days 2022. Thanks [A text description of the image is available here.]
Day 1 — Icicle on a Branch Tip A close-up shot of the bough of a spruce tree. The branch is laden down with half-melted snow that sits atop its needles, and an icicle hangs from the tip of the branch, taking up over half of the frame. The brownish background is somewhat blurred, but more snow-covered green boughs (likely from the same tree) are visible in the bottom half of the frame.
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Drabble Prompts
A post I just re-blogged about drabbles in the LJ days inspired me. It sounds hard as fuck, honestly. 100 words exactly? Sheesh. I've only been writing for a couple of months, so ya know...expectations on the floor, ok? Prompt list from @hobgoblinorbit
I'll work on the list on my own, but if anyone wants to send me an ask with a prompt from the list and a pairing, I'll give it a shot 😂
Any 9-1-1 pairing, McDanno, McShep, FrostIron, Drarry
Prompt List under cut, because it's long!
Completed prompts under #drabble challenge in a search of my blog
“Okay, just don’t hit me.” 
“In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.” 
“You need more stamina.” 
“You smash it and we’re done.” 
“I found it in the recycling bin.”  
“We bet, and you lost.”  
“Tattoos are permanent.” 
“Can you quit being so sassy?”
“Are you getting jealous?”  
“Quit flirting.”
“You complain too much.”  
“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 
“I’m not sure if it’s a sexual thing or not.”
“This is a reality you need to accept now”
“Quit it or I’ll bite.” 
“Save some for me.” 
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 
“How did you get in?”
“You got me fucked up”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion”
“Well now, that’s tragic isn’t it?”
“Why aren’t you scared of me?”
“Its probably something that shouldn’t be said out loud“
“I don’t know why you’d think I’d abduct people”
“Someone pinch me-no, not you”
“The doctor said its normal”
“Open this”
“Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
“Suck my ass”
“Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies/nudes/etc.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging.” 
“Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” 
“We’re not going to talk about this now.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Are you judging me?” 
“Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” 
“DON’T THROW SCISSORS!” 
“Here, take my blanket/jacket.” 
“I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering* 
“Why are you awake right now?” 
“I want my best friend back.” 
“Kevin is over there.”
“H-how long have you been standing there?” 
“You’re lying, you’re blushing.” 
“Shut up, no I’m not!” 
“What do you have?” 
“Can you judge me harder?” 
“Please don’t leave me.” 
“I don’t want to go” 
“Babe, I’m sorry.”  
“Why are we whispering?” 
“Is it that time of the month?”
“There’s a strip club downtown.” 
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 
“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” 
“It’s not mine, I swear.” 
“Take it off.” 
“Why’re you dressed like that?”   
“All I want is an apology.” 
“Well, this is awkward.” 
“Don’t touch me.” 
“I hate you.”  
“No, you don’t.” 
“Should I be worried?” 
“I’m your lock screen?!”   
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“If I asked, you’d say no.” 
“Seriously, the chimney?” 
“I’ll prove it!” 
“It’s just so little and adorable.” 
“That’s what she said.” 
“Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” 
“I’ll smash it, I swear.” 
“Tell me what I can do to help.”   
“I bet it’s a boy.” 
“I bet it’s a turtle.” 
“Cuddle or leave.”
“You have two choices.”   
“That’s disgusting.”
“That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” 
“Well, kiss me so they see.”
“You’ve been replaced.”  
“Is that you being mean? AGAIN?” 
“You’re weird.”
“You’re just basic.”
“Why can’t you just believe me?”
“Because you lied about it before.”
“This is why we can’t do cute things”
Make up your own
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fyeahharryginny · 2 years
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Geotaxis
by drarrily-we-row-along (fearfully_beautifully_made)
Geotaxis: the motion of a motile organism or cell in response to the force of gravity.
Words: 267, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 173 of 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley
Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Angst, Pining, Microfic, 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days
Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DMjeiGL
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pato-roldnart · 3 years
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(;;;・_・) *sweats nervously* Well,  here they are! A little piece for @drarrily-we-row-along from one of their drabbles Tattoos.  It took more time than intended because I like to complicate things for myself, also my brain couldn’t handle Draco with pink hair and harry with a beard. 
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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months
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Stitches
Harry was laughing so hard that his side was in stitches. Clutching his abdomen, he wheezed, "stop it!"
Draco grinned down at him, looking rather pleased with himself and his story telling, his shoulder length blond hair tickling Harry's cheek and clavicle.
"You're too much," he said, through his giggles, "I adore you."
The other man froze for a second, smile slipping just a bit uncertainly.
"Hey," he said, cupping his cheek and leaning up to kiss his chin. "I didn't mean that you were too much," he said. "That's not-"
"No," Draco said, "I know that part. I just," he swallowed and looked away.
"What?" Harry asked.
Rolling off of him, Draco stood and reached for his boxers, "I should go."
"What?" Harry asked, rolling toward him and reaching out to lay a hand on his waist, "why?"
There was a long pause as Draco pulled up his boxers before turning around to look at Harry. "I think we're getting in too deep," he said.
"What?"
"You just said that you adore me," he replied, as if that would make everything clear.
"And?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows while he waited for a response.
Draco spluttered at him, "And?" he said. "What do you mean and?"
"I mean so what?" he asked. "I do adore you. What more would you like me to say?"
"You can't possibly," Draco replied, hands on his hips.
He shook his head, "Why?"
"Because you're you, you could have anyone that you want!"
"Even you?" he asked, heart beating a little harder in his chest.
Draco ran his hands through his hair, "yes of course, even me," he replied, "because you already have me."
"Then what's the problem?" he asked, baffled by this entire conversation.
He sighed and rubbed his hand over his brow, "Because it's one thing for you to have me, and it's another thing entirely for you to actually want me."
"Draco, I think it's been pretty clearly established that I want you," he said, hooking his forefinger in the top of his boxers and tugging him closer.
Draco slapped his hand away, "Not like that," he said. "That's exactly my point. If you only want me for my body then you're getting in too deep and I can't take your sweet words if they're only about getting to fuck me."
He blinked at him, "Draco, I don't only want you for your body. Yes, you're gorgeous, of course you are," he said, "but if I didn't also adore you for your personality, you never would have been in my bed in the first place. When I say that I adore you, I mean that I love the way I feel when I'm with you. I love your cleverness, your sense of humor, your kindness, the way that you treat me like I'm just a person you enjoy." He reached for his hand, "this has never been just sex to me."
"Me either," Draco whispered.
Harry nodded, "I know. Sorry, I thought we were on the same page about this," he said. "Stay. Please."
"Believing that you actually want me feels pretty scary," Draco confessed, crossing his arms over his waist.
He crawled closer, kneeling on the bed in front of Draco and wrapping his arms around his waist. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "At least, not on purpose. We'll probably fight and I'll say stupid shit, but I'll always want to make it right after. I'm not going anywhere," he added.
Draco hummed and leaned their foreheads together, closing his eyes.
"You're worth the effort," he said softly after a moment. "You're worth the fights and the work to repair after. I don't want to hurt you," he added.
"I don't want to hurt you either," he said. "Not anymore."
Harry huffed a soft laugh, nudging his cheek with his nose. "Come back to bed?"
Draco nodded and they slid back under the covers, slotting their bodies together. Both feeling a little shy in light of all of the words they'd finally said aloud. "I love you too," Draco whispered into the quiet dark of Harry's room.
He kissed his nose, "Stay," he repeated, brushing his nose over Draco's.
"Okay."
Loving each other wasn't always easy, it wasn't always painless but they were both always committed to staying and fixing the hurts.
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rockingrobin69 · 2 years
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Late Night Trip to Aldi
“Do you think it hurts the carrots when we peel them?” Draco asks as he lays them on the weight sensor, sharp frown turning towards him.
“I hope not. Thought you might make that orange soup again.”
“I could. Do you really hear the sea with a shell to your ear?”
Harry tilts his head. “Dunno, never tried. You?”
“Do you think—”
“What’s with all the questions, love?”
Draco shrugs, tiny. “I just. There’s so much… there’s almost nothing I know.”
“Nothing?” Harry asks, hopefully calm.
“Almost nothing.” Draco takes his hand, and when he smiles, it’s all soft.
For @domaystic‘s day ten. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!
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slytherinnbitch · 3 years
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Day 43: Latin
"So you're telling me that you have never tried to invent a spell? Like...never?" Draco inquires for probably the umpteenth time. It's not like his answer is going to change.
"No, never."
"They are all in Latin, why didn't you try to make a spell? It was a fun game in fifth year for all of us." Draco smiles at the memory.
Maybe Draco hadn't noticed but he was a teeny bit busy in fifth year, what with noseless bastard's return and all that shit.
"I didn't know they were in Latin." Harry reasons and Draco's eyes comically widens so he hastily adds, " I don't even know Latin!"
Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say after all, because it looks like Draco is going into shock.
"Alright, well what languages do you know then?"
"Er...just English?" Of course it comes out as a question.
"You mean you don't know any languages? And don't say English, you don't even know half of the three syllable words let alone four syllable ones." Draco scoffs and Harry can't even argue much because well that's partly true.
"Latin is the first language one learns after English. Atleast in wizarding circles. Or rather it's the first language one speaks after learning their native tongue. For me, I had to learn French and English side by side. My words for the first three years were a jumble of French and English. Drove Father mad!" Draco chuckles.
"Well I grew up Muggle, and then I didn't really have time to learn a new language. You know what all with a noseless maniac attacking me at the end of each year of school." Harry shurgs when Draco gives him the that's unfair argument look.
"Fine, I'll be teaching you then." Draco decides at last and that's that.
...
"No wonder you didnt know what Sectumsepra meant," Draco says suddenly. They are sitting infront of the lake, with Draco teaching Harry basic Latin.
Harry's blood runs cold, he remembers the panic and horror he went through after casting it. He hopes there weren't any scars but by Draco's hand which is unconsciousness moving across his chest, there most definitely are.
"I didn't, I'm sorry," he truly means it. He always did, this time he understands why it is important to learn the language of the spells.
Draco suddenly starts laughing, it's not the fun, happy laugh that Harry loves. No this one is nearing hysteria. It gives him goosebumps all over his body.
"And here I thought- no wonder you're so horrific at that time." Draco is still laughing, Harry isn't finding any of this funny.
"Draco-"
"No, it's fine. Don't apologize for something you actually didn't know. I forgave you the moment I shook you hand. I just always thought about that one moment, and it made me wonder. How did someone know Latin and not know what Sectumsepra meant? It literally means to cut open." Draco sighs, then takes a deep breath before saying, "I blamed you alot for it. Mostly how you acted all naive and innocent when you saw the result."
"I really didn't know," Harry mutters looking at the grass.
"Harry," Draco calls but he dares not to look up. He can't face him.
"Harry, look at me." He shakes his head as he continues staring at the grass, now even plucking some of it.
"I said look at me, Harry." His tone makes Harry look up at last. Draco's a blur, everything is blur around him so he blinks to clear his vision and the tears fall.
Oh...
"Don't blame yourself, please." Draco says gently as he cups his face in his hands and tenderly wipes away the tears. Harry can't help but lean into the touch. It's just- there's so much love in this act that Harry's heart swoons. Even if they are just friends, Harry craves it even more.
He slightly moves his head and presses a soft kiss to Draco's palm. It makes Draco's breath hitch.
He tries to remove his hand but Harry stops him with his own hands then whispers against his palm, "Stay,"
And so, Draco stays. Forever.
Day 42: Greece || Day 44: Shakespeare
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You're sweet enough
"Hi," Draco smiled brightly, "What can I get you today?"
Harry's heart raced, his mind fogging up, like it did every time he saw Draco.
"A large black coffee, please," He said finally.
"Sure, do you want sugar?"
"No thank you, you're sweet enough," he blurted out and was immediately mortified.
Draco giggled and started preparing the drink.
*
Once Harry mentally chastised himself for his slip up and finished half the coffee, he noticed a note on the cup... I can feel something brewing between us.
He looked up to find grey eyes staring at him with a mischievous smile.
I wanted to try writing a 100 word drabble and since it's Valentine's day, here's some Drarry coffee shop cuteness
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aedwritesfic · 4 years
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Nope Rope
Pairing: Drarry
Prompt: “You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”
WC: 235
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D: Potter
D: What. The. Fuck. Is. This?
H: To what are you referring, my love?
D: Oh no! Don’t you pull that innocent shit with me!
D: What
D: The actual fuck
D: Is THIS doing in our flat?
D: 
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H: Oh! That’s Sali
D: Sali?
H: Short for Salizar. 
H: Duh! 
H: Isn’t she precious?
D: You know how I feel about snakes.
H: But Sali is a sweetheart! She begged me to bring her home from that awful pet shop. 
H: Some kid was just going to buy her and leave her in a glass case and feed her frozen mice. 
H: But she doesn’t want that. She’s lonely. 
H: And maybe we can love her like she deserves.
H: Please…? I’ll be sure to translate for her. 
D: …
H: I can teach you Parseltongue.
D: Fine.
D: And YOU feed the Nope Rope.
H: Sali
D: Danger Noodle.
H: The sweetest snake to ever slither across the earth!
D: Whatever.
😇
D: You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.
H:
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H: Too late, hot stuff! Sixth year?
D: Ugh. Fine.
D: Sorry about that, by the way.
H: Hey, Draco?
D: …
D: Yeah?
H: I like my nose better this way.
H: I love you.
D: I love you too.
D: Your pet is going in the guest room until you get home.
H: That’s fair.
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