#cowboy drarry

[babooshkart]

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

happy birthday @nv-md 💕🤠💕

[lyrablack1883]

Strangers?

An au. Where Harry is the local sheriff, and Draco is a wanted criminal, who’s currently on the loose. Harry’s job is to capture him but surprise surprise it was his own heart that was captured. (Feel free to write about this if you want (this is me pleading for someone to write this)). This is like pt 1 of the illustration. I try to draw the part 2 maybe.

(This was kinda unfinished? But I lose my motivation a while ago (apparently sleep deprived can led you to that). I try to redeemed myself on the next piece instead)

[hogwartsfirebolt]

takes one to know one

I watched him go through many. Months after our groups merged, after I was forced to think of him when I thought of the word “friends”, I became used to it. I learned his moves, learned what desire looked like on his face. 

It happened around 1 am every time, once conversation swelled with drink. His eyes would settle on someone at the pub, intense, unwavering, his lips tilted on a smile, until they had no choice but to look back. He rarely had to seek them out, within minutes of having his attention they’d be at our table, insinuating themselves near him. A few minutes more and he’d have them locked down. Men, women, it didn’t matter when he sat with his legs spread and his arm draped over the back of their chair, mouth soft and eyebrows furrowed, listening intently to whatever inane conversation they attempted to make. 

Nobody stood a chance. They left with him every time. 

Sometimes they stuck around for a while, came to two or three pub nights hanging from his arm, providing some variety to our table, which otherwise remained unchanged: Ron and Pansy, who were in a surprisingly exclusive no-strings-attached arrangement, Viktor and Hermione, who were engaged, Harry and I. I never brought anyone to the table. My own flings weren’t like his. They weren’t sparse, but the number seemed insignificant in comparison, the encounters spaced out by months rather than days. A handsome man every once in a while, whose eyes I would seek at midnight and whom I’d never see again after dawn, nobody hanging from my arm when the next reunion rolled around. It was a simple affair. Out of us six, Harry was the one with the most conquests under his belt. 

Ron would tease him relentlessly, call him a cowboy, and, once he was well and truly drunk, a whore, in a satisfied, approving tone. It surprised a laugh out of Harry, who by then had warm fingers splayed over the shoulder of the handsome man he’d beckoned to our table using nothing but his eyes that night. His hands wandered often once they’d found a target. 

“Or isn’t he, Draco?” Ron asked me, and Harry’s laugh became even louder when I nodded.

“Can’t help it,” he said, mirth shining in his green eyes. The man at his side stared at him, jaw slack, desire plain on his face. There was something magnetic about his amusement. They left within the next half hour. 

I watched it play out, fortnight after fortnight. He had a type, that was undeniable, always seeming to go after the sharper ones, the ones who weren’t afraid to meet his gaze head on, no matter how intense. They were typically in their late twenties, around our own age, and they’d definitely more often than not hail from enough wealth that they’d carry an accent to show for it. The posh thing seemed to do it for Harry. But in the end it didn’t matter who they were, how beautiful or wealthy, it never lasted more than a handful of months. It would begin with longer silences, strained eye contact, less physicality in public. Then he would stop bringing them, no explanation provided, and the hunt would begin once again. 

He made quick, efficient work of his conquest, almost effortless. Dispatched them with the same efficiency. 

That was why the night I turned around and found his eyes trained on me, I felt my stomach drop to my feet. When he saw me notice, he raised a single eyebrow and didn’t look away. He was sitting at our table, the same one we sat at every fortnight, while I waited at the bar for a new round of drinks. Under the weight of his gaze it looked different. The seating had shifted while I was away, Ron and Pansy had arrived hand in hand, Hermione and Viktor had changed seats to make room for them and they’d left only one place free for me to return to. A chair next to Harry, pressed to his thigh, his arm heavy over the backrest. And his eyes were on me. I tasted it in the back of my throat, the sharp tang of terror. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. In the months of watching him, of wanting him, sometimes keeping it a secret even from myself, I’d never once considered him watching back. And the reality of my own want, heavy inside my chest, dwarfed in a second when compared to my fear.

I turned my back to him and leaned my elbows on the bar, stomach rising and falling swiftly with my breath. 

I’d watched him go through many. I’d been unable to look away for a lifetime. I’d wanted him and loathed him, never knowing which instinct was stronger. Could I forgive myself if I allowed him to make me a name on a list, a chip on his bedpost? Could I forgive myself if I didn’t? I didn’t know. I didn’t know why he was watching me. I didn’t know why now, when he had to know I would’ve let him, at any point. 

When I felt a hand on my shoulder, a warm body leaning against the bar next to me, I knew it was him. I took a deep breath, bracing for it, and when I turned I found his green eyes fixed on my face, his mouth soft. I knew what he looked like when he wanted it, I’d seen it for months, and it was this. 

“Wow, you’re miraculously not already off fucking someone tonight,” I said, and he laughed, head tilted back, neck exposed. 

His mouth said, “Yeah, who would’ve thought it possible?” His eyes said, you know exactly why I’m here. 

I opened my mouth, trying to come up with more banter on the fly, anything to distract, so he wouldn’t be able to see how scared I was. Perhaps he already saw it. I swallowed down hard, and his eyes followed the rise and fall of my throat. 

“Two shots of vodka, two firewhiskeys, two blueberry gin and tonic,” said the bartender, placing a tray in front of me and saving me from having to come up with something to say. Before I could attempt to balance the six drinks in my hands, Harry flicked his fingers and they floated, steady, next to our heads. 

“Which one’s yours?” He asked. 

“One of the blueberry gins.” 

“Fitting. Which one’s mine?” 

“One of the whiskeys.” 

He smiled like that meant something. 

Our seats were too close. I felt the warm line of his thigh against mine, his eyes heavy on me whenever I said something, the back of his fingers brushing my back where his hand rested on my chair. I saw the group catching on, Ron pretending not to smile, Pansy trying to make eye contact with me. All I could do was swallow and pretend nothing was happening as I was swept in the intoxicating current of his interest. 

But I’d watched it happen. No matter what it meant to me, I knew what it was to him. The pub emptied out, my watch struck 2 and then 3 am. He’d usually be gone by now, with whoever his conquest of the night had been. But here we both were, watching Pansy drink Ron under the table. His hand was fully on my back now, his shoulder close to mine. 

We hadn’t talked much. My heart had been in my throat all night. 

Ron and Pansy stood to dance, Hermione and Viktor were long gone. He leaned close to my ear and whispered with whiskey-warm breath, “how much longer until you say yes?” 

Some unnamable feeling pulsed through me, hot and terrifying. 

“What makes you think I will?” 

He pulled away, his eyes traveled from the top of my head, down my neck, my chest, all the way to my feet. Then back into my eyes. 

“Please?” It came out like it was the easiest thing in the world, like it cost him nothing. If I’d been standing, I would’ve fallen to my knees. 

Nobody stood a chance, and I wasn’t the exception. It was gonna be one of those things. 

When I leaned in to kiss him, I saw the next few weeks play out in my head, pictured all kinds of moments, kisses like this one, and I knew I would risk it even if I had to go back to watching, after. We were in a bedroom within one moment and the next, he apparated us wandless, wordless, mid-kiss. 

“Finally,” he whispered into my neck, while his hands made quick work of the first buttons of my shirt and his magic took care of the second half, delicate and fine as fingers. My mind was scattered with his power, his hunger, the heat of his lips dancing over my clavicles. 

He got me down to my pants before I pushed him off and onto his back, unwilling to let him be the only one to taste. If I had him for a night or a couple, I’d use every moment to do the things I’d spent my whole life imagining. 

I kissed his neck, his chest, the short hair there, the peak of his nipples and the fall of his sternum. I kissed the shallow pit of his belly button, started to make my way down before he held my chin and brought me firmly up, back into another mind-bending kiss. 

“Finally,” he said again, voice splintering. “I’ve wanted you for some time.”

I pulled back, hands around his hips, legs bracketing his body, a powerful line of heat against the insides of my thighs. 

“Do you say that to everyone?” I asked, couldn’t help it, even though it laid me bare in a way I wasn’t prepared for. 

His breath was shallow on his chest, his nipples hard, pink lips parted. He sat up a little, rough hands cupping my shoulder blades, my lower back. He’d lost his glasses at some point, and his eyes were a blaze. 

“I’m saying it to you.” 

His words sent a pulse through my belly, but I knew him, I’d watched him, and knew I couldn’t hold him to the things he said here, in the small space between us, tangled in his bed. I swallowed and he followed the movement with his eyes, then with his hand, palm to the side of my neck, thumb pressed to the heart of my Adam’s apple. I watched him between half lidded eyes, waiting, at his mercy. He closed the distance between us, pulling me into the kiss by the neck, tongue-first, slow and wet. 

“You don’t have to do that,” I whispered. “I’m already here”

Again, like he needed to make sure I heard, “I’ve wanted you for some time.” 

He pointed the statement with a thrust, working his hips, making sure I could feel how much he wanted it. It traveled through me like an electric current, and I let my head fall forward, laid my forehead on his shoulder, panting as I moved with him, a slow back and forth. 

“Why now, then?” I breathed out, mouth open against his salty skin. One of his hands braced harder around my body, the other behind himself on the bed, balancing as he came up to his knees with me still in his lap. He didn’t stop there, kept pushing forward until I was on my back, watching him hover over me. His hair dripped sweat onto my chest, and there was something in the way he looked at me, a hunger that reminded me why I’d been so scared in the first place, the scope of his want so transparent and electric that I feared I would simply disappear, stop being real the second he looked away from me. 

“I don’t know,” he said, painfully honest. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulled, a few inches down before the garment disappeared into thin air as though it never had existed, willed away by his wordless command. I made an embarrassing little sound, and he smiled, a tiny, amused thing. “I think I hadn’t been fully honest with myself about it.” 

My breath caught. I closed my eyes, trying to work through it, opened them again and ran a hand down his chest, pulling lightly at the hair at the center. I thought it, and tried not to say it, but it was out before I could stop, “I knew you’d be like this” 

His thigh had found its way between my legs, and he pressed forward, drawing a sharp breath out of me. 

“Yeah?” He muttered, eyes never straying from my face. “Like what?” 

“All-encompassing,” I whispered, and felt a hot blush immediately gather in my cheeks and neck. He noticed, too, and followed its path with his lips, the mere suggestion of a kiss against my skin, delicate and slow. 

“Tell me your pleasure,” he said, nose brushing my neck. “What do you like?” 

It was hard to think of what I wanted when it seemed like I was getting armfuls of it already, without asking. I came up on an elbow, slid a hand down his chest, between his legs. He responded beautifully, a moan leaving his lips, all warm breath against my throat. 

“I like it deep, and hard.” I let my fingers slow down, matching the rhythm of his breath. “Slow. I like it slow.” 

“I can do that,” he said, but he didn’t stop me, instead allowing himself to move into my hand, find a rhythm too, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my neck. 

I spread my legs, giving him more room, and like this, holding him between my thighs, allowing him to take what he needed from my hands, it felt like doing it already. He lifted his head, coming in for a kiss in the last moments, and it was into my lips that he groaned his release, warm puffs of breath as his hips worked, then slowed to a still. 

It took him a moment to readjust, and he spent it against my lips, catching his breath. He kissed me, my chin. 

“I can still do that,” he assured, sounding pleased. Then, “I just… might need a minute.” 

A sudden laugh bubbled out of me, not having expected him to be like this, too, the intensity and power of a few moments ago taking the shape of someone who, at the end of the day, was just a guy. He lifted himself up and then dropped down beside me, his head cupped in a propped hand so he could keep on watching me. 

“Why do you always do that?” I whispered after a couple seconds of silence. 

“Do what?”

“This.” I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him my most intense look, trying to emulate the way his gaze just would not let up. He laughed, and let his head fall on the bed properly, unruly hair spread around his head in a dark halo. 

“I know I’m intense. I’ve heard it before,” he said, gaze trained upwards as though speaking to the ceiling. “It’s just the way I — It’s not —,” he stopped, backtracked. “I was trying to say it’s not personal, but I bet it’s even worse with you, actually. It’s always been. I’m sorry.” 

“No, I know,” I replied immediately, because I did know, and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “I don’t mind.”  

“When I want something, it’s the only thing I can think about,” he whispered, rolling his head to the side, eyes finally on me again, as though pulled by a magnet. “I guess it shows.”

“I watch you too,” I confessed, a half-voice almost afraid of itself. Fear warring with truth. 

But he said, “I know,” low into the space between us. “I’ve realized. That is the real answer. That is why now.”

I took it in, felt it like a fire-tipped arrow straight to the chest, the acknowledgement that no matter if this was a one-time thing, I wouldn’t, after all, be a name on a list. The possibility that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing at all. He saw it in me, and his gaze changed, took on the hunger again. 

“I thought you needed a minute,” I said, not looking away. 

His eyes moved between my legs, then back up. “But you don’t.” 

He was already moving, his hands searching skin, but I stopped him with a fist to the center of his chest, gentle, one last sliver of self-preservation, the need to know for sure that he knew what I meant. 

“You knew I would’ve let you, at any point,” I said, no point hiding it anymore. “But you didn’t try.” 

“Draco,” he whispered, “I didn’t know. I would’ve been trying the whole time.” 

It was one of those things. A gamble. I’d watched him go through many, I couldn’t know that he was being truthful. And yet, I realized, he couldn’t know that about me either. He’d watched me with others, watched me follow them home, come back and do it again weeks later. He’d been a friend, and he’d watched. He’d watched me go through many. 

I began to smile. 

“Takes one to know one,” I whispered.

His hands found my hips, the side of my neck. I let him fall onto me like a rainstorm, and we met each other in the middle. 

[korrinamoe]

My brain said draw cowboy Draco, so I had to.

[drarrymyheart]

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Trick or Treat!

A Halloween Drabble for you! 🎃

If Draco had been trepidatious about this muggle tradition of Trick-or-Treating before, he knows now with absolute certainty he will not survive this night.

Not when Potter is wearing that.

“Dwaco! It’s time fow twick-o-tweeting!” Teddy says, grabbing the sleeve of Draco’s shirt and tugging him toward the door.

Teddy takes off the minute they get to the street, the plastic wings of his dragon costume flapping wildly behind him.

“Not too fast, Teddy-bear!” Harry shouts and picks up his pace to keep Teddy in his sight. Draco falls into step beside him.

“So, no costume?” Harry says, glancing at Draco’s button up and slacks.

Draco continues watching Teddy troop up some front steps alongside a group of mini monsters. He clears his throat. “I was under the impression this is a holiday for children.”

Harry shrugs. “Sure, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, too.”

Draco lets his eyes sweep over Harry’s costume. He’s wearing brown, embroidered boots and there is a leather garment covering the legs of his low-slung jeans, obscenely leaving the crotch and arse regions only clad in tight, mouth-watering denim. A fringed, leather waistcoat hangs open over his bare, impossibly fit chest. Not to mention the silliest hat Draco has ever seen that Potter somehow manages to make look not silly at all.

“And this… is how you have fun, Potter?”

“It’s not the only way,” Harry says with a wink.

Draco shudders.

No. There is no chance he will survive this Halloween.

[sitp-recs]

Good morning, afternoons or evenings! Do you have any cowboy-themed recommendations? where one of them tends a field or works as a woodcutter ? I'm looking for that rustic village vibe. Not necessarily not magical

Hi anon! Hmmm can’t say I’ve read many but a couple fics came to mind. You might also enjoy @babooshkart’s glorious art here and here 🤠

Cowboy AU:

Saddle Up series by @nv-md (M, 3k)

A series that will be expanding with more cowboy stories with our favorite dudes.

rawhide on your polish series by softlystarstruck (T, 4k)

Draco acquires a new interest in Muggle Studies.

Farm life:

Home is Where the Nifflers Are by primaveracerezos (G, 4k)

Draco has a soft spot for animals with nowhere to go; soon his and Harry's small flat is bustling with adorable, semi-dangerous creatures.

Needs and Wants series by laughingd0g (E, 104k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

Woodcutter Harry:

we have heard on high by oflights (E, 34k)

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.

[basiatlu]

Idk how you guys feel about cowboy bandits Harry and Draco? I dunno I don’t think anyone will like it…. Maybe I should just scrap this? 🥺🤡 (/sarcasm)

Read a saucy blurb down below written by @mono-chromia when I ninja smoke-bombed them with this earlier hahahaha!

"Took ya long enough," Harry grunts.

Draco scoffs, amusement curling on his lips.

"Apologies," he says, "I figured you would've held your own, but it seems the situation went tits-up far quicker than expected."

Harry scoffs, shifting on the ground and trying, uselessly, to gain some leeway from where he's hog-tied, abandoned in a hay bale.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, doll, truly, but I'd much appreciate it if you'd make haste to untie me. Hurts like a bitch, I tell ya."

Draco takes a step closer, spurs rattling, and observes Harry in his compromised state, then archs a single eyebrow at him.

"You sure about that?" He says, voice dripping with taunt. "You're looking awfully excited, if you're askin' me." Draco's gaze lingers pointedly on Harry's belly, where his [redacted bc someone flagged me but ok]. The ruddy flush on Harry's chest deepens as he watches Draco's hand come down to [redacted also bc wow can’t have that here whoops] through the front of his jeans. "Don't you think we oughtta make the best of a bad situation?"

Harry licks his lips, mouth watering. "If you're so inclined."

He strains to stretch his legs out as far as the ropes will let him, just enough to hook a boot around Draco's calf and pull him in.

"In that case, why don't ya come a little closer and give daddy somethin' worthwhile for the ache this tie's causin' me."

[starquestingfordrarry]

✨New Fic✨ Your Hot Hands | 7.5k | E | Drarry

Draco stares at the glaring pink sign. Underneath, in a neat black script: Come for the ride of your life. His palms are damp.  “You going in, handsome?”

Summary: Draco always wanted to know where Harry Potter disappeared to. This is not what he expected. 

Tags: PWP, Porn with feelings, Mechanical Bull-riding, Harry Potter in a Cowboy Hat, Draco POV

I saw a tiktok. I became obsessed. Bon Appetit. (Peep below the cut for a little drawing, because I cannot stop thinking about this)

[mxlfoydraco]

I swear I liked a drarry reclist from you for this, but now I can't find it :x do you have any recs for drarry fics where Draco has muggle friends or embraces a more muggle lifestyle? Bonus points if Draco is gay in them because it pulls me out of the story if he has a single straight man thought....(I mean really....the audacity)

First of all, same. Second, I have a list, Draco in the Muggle World, I'm adding on:

Draco in the Muggle World Pt.2

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy’s lean arms.

The Man Who Lived by @e-sebastian (253k)

Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.

Set in New York twelve years after the war.

find a new place to be from by @oflights (47k)

Something is wrong with Malfoy Manor, and it’s driven Draco into the Muggle world. Thankfully, Harry is now on the case. A story about houses that haunt you and homes built for two.

you bring me home by @softlystarstruck (35k)

Harry is happy. He has his cat cafe and his hobbies. He has his friends, and Dolly Parton, and a shirt with a cowboy frog on it. It’s all a man needs, really. He doesn’t need to obsess over a magic-less, anxious Draco Malfoy coming into his cafe after disappearing from the wizarding world years ago. He doesn’t. Not even if the cats like Malfoy. Not even if Malfoy is soft, and funny, and a little bit neurotic. No matter how much he wants to obsess.

Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn’t leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic (103k)

Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can’t help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.

Star Quality by who_la_hoop (118k)

Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they? But then everything changes, and Harry’s thrown into a new and dazzling world he’s not sure he can actually escape from. And as time goes on, he starts to wonder: does he actually want to?

Rebel, Rebel by @makeitp1nk (28k)

Thirty-six year old Harry Potter is the coolest bloke in muggle Camden Town. That’s right — he’s left the wizarding world behind and has been living his best life ever since. But will one chance encounter with a certain blond from his past change everything? Yeah, probably.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (36k)

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy by @magpiefngrl (37k)

Zacharias Smith writes a tell-all about the D.A. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are not happy about it.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise (59k)

Draco Malfoy is possibly the last person Harry expects to find at the wheel of a Muggle car, on a beautiful summer day on the road to London. This is the story of how Harry runs into Draco once, twice, three times, and how he doesn’t leave their next meeting to chance. A fic inspired by When Harry Met Sally

Chasing Shadows by @manixzen (93k)

The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub. A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.

coffee & communication: a (slow) romance by @softlystarstruck (10k)

Nearly a decade after the war, Draco has made a life for himself in Muggle London, writing romance novels and hanging out with his cat. But when he spills iced coffee all over a gorgeous man who turns out to be Harry Potter, has he tumbled into the start of his own romance without realizing it? And how difficult can it be to talk about desire, anyways? He writes smut for a living. Surely it can't be that difficult.

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109k)

The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did.

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It’s super.

100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (13k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist. Stable, that is, until he meets the subject of his newest column -- a stranger calling himself James, who has dragged them both to Ibiza on a sex quest of epic proportions -- and everything Draco ever knew turns upside down all over again.

Prats, Parcels, and Parseltongue by @ronbinary (10k)

Harry is the Muggle world's first snake-only veterinarian. Life is good, and calm, for once. Until Draco Malfoy shows up with a snake. And then another. And then he won't stop coming in.

Full by @orange-peony (16k)

The door opens and the bell goes ding. Draco’s eyes immediately fly to the entrance of his bookshop, his heart beating madly in the hope that it’s him.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by @whiskyandwildflowers (13k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

In the Shape of Things to Come by @academicdisasterfic (15k)

Existential angst and chronic boredom are plaguing Harry Potter in his cushy post-war life. However, a chance encounter with a tattooed, pierced, disgruntled Draco Malfoy in the middle of Muggle Camden seems to spark something in Harry again—and he never could stay away from Malfoy. Ft. assorted methods of body modification, eclectic but loving friends, a wide variety of grunge music, long tube rides, and a whole lot of trans love.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by @femmequixotic (22k)

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

Enjoy the Silence by @shealwaysreads (3k)

Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

There's No Espresso in Azkaban by @sassy-cissa (7k)

When Harry finds Draco working in a Starbucks, he finds coffee has suddenly become more interesting.

Let Rainwater Wash Away by @carpemermaidtales (6k)

Harry really needed to learn the importance of carrying an umbrella. Or, maybe he didn’t, since not carrying one led him to stumble upon Draco Malfoy’s antique shop while seeking shelter from a thunderstorm.

Google drive link for all Gallaplacidia fics by @geesenoises

Exposure by GallaPlacidia (26k)

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Can I Tell You Something by GallaPlacidia (33k)

It's not a party unless Draco Malfoy is there. He's so fun! So wild! So crazy! So many drugs! So many drugs. Too many drugs? Harry's starting to think it's probably a lot too many drugs. This is not a drug addiction recovery fic, although there is a drug addiction recovery. Feat. character development through wide-eyed MDMA trips and Draco Malfoy finding peace as a burlesque dancer.

[iliketoreadstuf]

my works

all of my fics in one place for you <3

WIPs:

linger on your pale blue eyes: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace haven't spoken in years. The once best friends are only distant strangers after Will moved to Texas as a kid. Now, years later, Will has returned to work at the same amusement park as Nico.

Will they rekindle their friendship... or maybe something more? (solangelo, multi-chap)

because i liked a boy: James Potter is a well-known celebrity riding the high of his acting career. After breaking up with his longtime girlfriend and past co-star, Lily Evans, he enters a relationship with Regulus Black.

Chaos ensues. (jegulus, multi-chap)

sing your heart out: In a last-ditch effort to escape his parent's control before settling down at their finance firm, Regulus takes a leap of faith and auditions for The Voice, which will be coached by the four members of the Marauders. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

boys don't cry: It all starts with a girl who doesn't know her name, a childhood board game, and the disappearance of Regulus Black.

or, the marauders if they existed in Stranger Things (jegulus, wolfstar, nobleflower + others, multi-chap)

every summer after (on hiatus): Regulus Black has never had friends, all except for his childhood best friend that moved away years ago. What will happen when said best friend turns back up as his roommate at summer camp?

or, a Bartylus childhood friends to lovers story told through each summer at camp and the letter correspondence between reg and barty during the rest of the year. (bartylus multi-chap)

stereotypical (on hiatus): Remus is a basketball player, Sirius is in Marching Band. Alternately, James is a basketball player, Regulus is a theater nerd. Chaos ensues. (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

Finished Fics:

and i'll never go home again (place the call, feel it start): Camp Half Blood holds a volleyball tournament every summer. This the first time Nico di Angelo has ever had a chance to participate, and on Will Solace's team nonetheless. (solangelo, multi-chap)

close proximity: Marauders x Holiday Season x Office Romance. Fluff. Mutual pining. Falling in love. Happy endings only. Enjoy. (jegulus, wolfstar + others, multi-chap) written with @prongsisthesun

anything can happen: after getting out of tumultuous relationships, both regulus and remus are desperate for a break. deciding to go on a vacation and switch homes for christmas, both of them find out the true meaning of love and what it takes to keep it.

or, a marauders AU set in "The Holiday" (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

second chances: when Regulus is hit with a rogue spell that sends him back to a 6-year-old, Sirius is forced to face their adversities and grow past their animosity. (jegulus multi-chap)

touch starved: Regulus can't sleep; James can't sleep. They fix this by cuddling. (jegulus one shot)

it's worse to be nothing with you: After his ex left him with no warning, Regulus has to find some semblance of normal. That is, until his ex returns 8 months later on his doorstep. (bartylus one shot)

harry vs. the homo sapiens agenda: Harry Potter has a lovely life: loving family, amazing friends. But he has a secret. No one knows that he's gay. Well, no one but his anonymous pen pal "Dragon". What will happen when his emails are found by the wrong person? (drarry multi-chap)

a real cowboy: Harry dresses up as a cowboy for a Halloween party at the Gryffindor frat house. Draco finds him. (drarry one shot)

i feel more free than i have in years: Narcissa Black has been brought up to be the perfect ballerina, but her long-time crush on Alice Fortescue seems to always take precedent over everything. (nobleflower one shot)

to me, you are perfect: What if the Marauders existed in Love, Actually? (jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene + others multi-chap)

sweeter than revenge: In the aftermath of The Prank, Remus finds himself desperate to get revenge on Sirius. And what better way than fake dating his brother and two best friends? (jegulus, wolfstar multi-chap)

sometimes it's easier to be invisible: Regulus Black hates James Potter. He's loud, egotistic, and replaced Regulus at a time he needed Sirius the most. But when Regulus gets kicked out of his home and forced to live with him, will their spark grow or die? (jegulus-centric, multi-chap)

Blinding Lights Universe:

blinding lights: Regulus is the highest-paid actor of his generation, and when his brother's band agrees to write a song for his film, the brothers are forced to speak to each other again after seven years. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

lifeline: Years before they ever dated, James sent Regulus post cards in hopes of getting a reply. He finally does. (jegulus one shot)

keep his name out of your mouth: What happens when someone publicly drags Regulus's husband on live tv? They get socked in the face. (jegulus one shot)

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song fics aka the 'i couldn't stop thinking of them and this song' series

hot & heavy - jegulus

waiting room - unrequited jegulus / jily

bruno is orange - wolfstar

seven - drarry

line without a hook - wolfstar

view between villages - remus lupin (wolfstar)

my tears ricochet - sirius & regulus

please stay - jegulus

blowing smoke - jegulus

other micro fics

you (don’t) know how it feels - rosekiller

scary? my god you’re divine - nsfw wolfstar

do you know? (Who you are?) - drarry

but you (shall be mine) - regulus & sirius

in conversation, an excerpt: Draco Malfoy

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Fic rec 1

Fic rec 2

playlists

i couldn't stop thinking of them and this song

marauders summer special

save a horse, ride a cowboy

substack - tabula rasa

[69slaysoulsister69]

Puberty 2 = Drarry

Be The Cowboy = Jegulus

Trust me I’ve done scientific research on this

[sitp-recs]

Masterlist Drarry Recs - Pt 3

• Angst with a happy ending

• Angsty secret relationship

• Angsty first time

• Addiction themes

• Ace Drarry

• AU

• Bartender AU/Pub fics

• Birthdays

• Break up make up (epilogue compliant)

• Break up make up + arranged marriage

• Forced marriage

• Divorced Drarry getting back together

• Bucolic fics

• Chef AUs

• Dark Draco

• Death Eater trials

• Draco on probation

• Disasters

• Drarry + gossip

• Drarry + mythology

• Drarry coming out as a couple

• Draco is open about his feelings | Hopelessly in love (Draco)

• Oblivious Draco | Self-sabotaging Draco

• Draco takes care of Harry | Harry takes care of Draco

• Dark Academia

• Fics with horror elements

• Esoterics and astrology

• Established relationship with spoiled Draco

• Epilogue-compliant

• Friends to lovers slow burn + redemption arc

• Idiots to lovers

• Harry-centric fics | Different takes on Harry

• Jaded Harry & morally ambiguous Draco

• Odd jobs | Militant Harry | Powerful Harry

• Harry falls in love first | Draco as Harry’s bisexual awakening

• Harry lives in Godric’s Hollow

• Hospitals (setting)

• Hurt/Comfort

• Holiday fics: Christmas | NYE

• Horcrux hunting

• Harry betrays Draco | Draco hurts Harry

• Harry breaks up with Ginny

• Jealous Harry 1 & 2 | Early jealousy

• Homophobia

• Infidelity 1 & 2

• Intense UST

• Intimacy issues

• Melancholy love

• Memory loss

• My favorite romantic fics

• Meet-cute

• Organic and routine sex

• Kink discovery

• Pansy & Blaise as side characters

• POV Outsider

• Physical hurt/comfort | Injured Harry

• PTSD & sex as coping mechanism

• Post-war loneliness

• Power imbalance

• Professors (both)

• Queer themes

• Rainy romance

• Reality show AU | Romcom AU | Sci-fi AU | Cowboy AU | Heist AU

• Religious imagery and symbolism

• Sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll | Sex Magic

• Seer Draco | Seer Harry

• Surviving together

• Soft 8th year | Field trips | 8th year Draco pov

• Sports AU

• Soothing reads

• Step dad Harry

• Successful Draco comes back to Britain

• Toxic family dynamics

• Voldemort Wins AU | War fics

• G and T long fics | Draco-centric

• Plot-oriented M and E fics

• Short fics under 5k

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

HP Rec Fest - Day 3

Prompt: A podfic @hprecfest

Always Already, read and written by @aibidil

Drarry, E, 16 hours. Summary: Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort. Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.

I've listened to this podfic twice this year, and the second time just made me fall in love with it even more. This fic is brilliant! I experienced heartache and laughter and every emotion in between listening to this. I absolutely loved the execution of the time travel, and I'm fully in love with how Draco and Harry are written!

I especially enjoyed the brilliant sound-effects from the time period that made me feel like I was right there in the room.

Listen on AO3

[ghaniblue]

Wireless 2023 recs: week 1

My desire to read Drarry fic is returning so I'm making my way through this year's @hd-wireless offerings week by week. Here is a list of things I enjoyed from the week 1 round up. My favourites are marked with a ❤️. If you find yourself wondering why my list is 3/4 of the week 1 round up, yes I know, this bloody fandom honestly, so much good stuff.

[29.08. creators added after reveals]

❤️ Why don’t you like me? by @caroll-in (T, digital comic)

Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

Alive by @itsphantasmagoria (E, Digital comic)

Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source

❤️ Before the Cold Sets In by @vukovich & @crazybutgood (T, 9k, fic + origami art)

But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton’s nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark (M, 2k)

The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

Take You Home by @lqtraintracks (E, 26k)

Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

If You Took the Time to Try by enoby_w (T, 18k)

Last summer, Draco’s impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he’s looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

Title & Possession by @kbrick (E, 49,063)

Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

❤️ Moldova’s Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic by cailynwrites (E, 2h 46min)

Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

>> week 2 recs <<

[thehoneybeet]

I’m SO here for the cow reclist please do it! 🤍🖤

Okay so it turns out niche reclists are really hard. I have no idea how you and @sitp-recs do it. A million kudos to everyone who does these. Anyway, thanks @mxlfoydraco for the nudge I needed to get this going! This one was inspired by a post I reblogged from @corvuscrowned about the universal truth that love is stored in cows. Without further ado,

DRARRY + COWS

fics with the presence of at least one cow:

🍃 the treehouse near primrose downs (2022, M, 14k) by @softlystarstruck

Draco is sure his giddy joy is written all over his face, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to have a cozy magical house with his best friend, and he’s going to get cows.

🐮 Featured cows: Flora, baby Freya, and Felicity

I can't say enough good things about this fic. Not only does the word "cow" appear 41 times, but it is a central point in the story of Draco and Harry's gentle love for each other. When everyone else gets tired of Draco talking constantly about his cows, Harry listens. I am also in love with Mexican Harry exploring his heritage and also learning the harp (!!). A beautiful meditation of the kind of love that makes a friendship and a home.

⚡️ The Bolthole (2020, E, 54k) by @tepre, aideomai, and GallaPlacidia

"Harry, are you scared of cows?"

"No!"

“Because it seems as if you may be scared of cows,” said Draco, looking more and more amused.

“I’m not!”

“Is this your one weakness? Saving people, and… cows?”

“Fuck off!”

🐮 Featured cows: none by name, but several picturesque descriptions

This fic speaks for itself, but what I love most about it is the way it deals with grief. Harry is a hoarder; Draco is grieving. A gorgeous classic.

🌼 The Genesis Theory by @stationintern (WIP ch 6/13, 2023, M):

"I am aware that you're messing with me, Potter. You're laying it on pretty thick." Malfoy folded his arms, his lean frame only a few inches taller than Harry's. "I will milk the cow and do it without fear. Just to spite you."

🐮 Featured cows: Rosita the Undead Therapy Cow, Harriet, Juniper, and others

I am reccing this fic even though it's still a WIP because 1) The last update was a few days ago, 2) it's SO GOOD, and 3) there are named cows and mysterious necromantic flowers. Harry has a farm and keeps his life secret from the magical world, but slowly he begins to let Draco in. Go give the author some e(bull)ient praise!

Honourable Mentions (below the cut)

There are a surprising number of fics featuring farms but with no mention of cows. Curiouser and curiouser! Where did they go? It's a moo-stery. Of course, the reasonable explanation is that the farms are simply not cow farms (we'll ignore this for the present, because after all, these fics still have the lovely spirit of cows, and that's really what matters). So:

Here are a few fics involving drarry and farms:

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor: While there are no cows, Luna and Ginny's beautiful farm has thestrals, white bison, an erumpent, and a thunderbird.

Third Quarter Moon by pourcesalad: A nearly complete wip (you've been warned) featuring werewolf!Draco who works on a muggle farm, and a fascinating take on the treatment of werewolves in magical society.

Fruit Stand by @drarrily-we-row-along: Draco grows peaches and keeps bees. Breathtaking, soft, and tender.

In conclusion, the world is unfortunately deficient in drarry + cows fics. My dear writers, it would be so wonderful if there were more cows on your farms and in your steamy cowboy fics and on your roadtrips and countryside vistas (and if they had names)! Happy reading and if you have more cow-related fic recs, don't hesitate to moove those to the cowments.