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So Good I Could Cry

I saw this post, and knew immediately that I had to write a fic for it. This is my first fic above a T rating, so it was written in one sitting before I could lose my nerve. What follows is the softest, most gentle M-rated fic I think you can find. Additionally, I am very ace, and thought that I was writing Harry as allosexual, until Vukovich told me how much ace Harry came through in this fic, so please take a moment to laugh at my naïvety and then to thank @vukovich for being a wonderful beta reader and for ensuring that I tagged this properly 💜

Words: 1,828 Rating: Mature Summary: There was a tumblr post asking who in your ship cries during sex, and I knew my answer immediately - Harry cries during, and Draco cries afterwards in secret. Read on ao3 here

It’s all so good. Everything has been so good, for months now, that Harry can’t really figure out why it took so long for him to finally ask Draco out. He can’t figure out why multiple years of amazing friendship didn’t turn into dating and kissing sooner, not when it only took him six months to realise that his feelings for Draco weren’t just platonic. He can’t figure out why it took them so long to get here, but he’s beyond glad that they finally have.

Harry’s lost count of how many dates they’ve gone on (although Draco probably knows; he’s obsessive like that, and Harry loves that he knows that about him), or how many times they’ve kissed, or how many scorching looks Draco has given him from the other side of the room. They’ve been taking things slowly, per Draco’s wishes, although Harry hasn’t minded, and has, in fact, been delighted to watch Draco open up to him even more with every dinner and every kiss, like a flower opening so slowly into the morning sun.

Now, though, they’re here, in Harry’s bed with Draco pink-cheeked and sweaty over him, for the very first time. And it’s so good, just like everything else, just like Harry knew it would be, because it’s Draco here with him. Draco’s nerves have dissipated, and he’s radiant, leaning down to kiss Harry, making soft little noises that Harry could listen to forever, beaming and laughing, pressing his eyes shut even as his mouth falls open. There’s a strand of hair that’s come free from its queue, falling alongside Draco’s flushed cheeks, and Harry is overjoyed to watch it sway back and forth, curling up into a gentle ringlet, because that means that Draco must secretly straighten his hair, and Harry knows this now, an intimate little secret to discover even in the midst of this intimate act itself. They’ve been together for so long tonight that Draco’s hair straightening charms have worn off, and he’s comfortable enough with Harry that he hasn’t bothered to refresh them, and now Harry gets to know that there’s a wave to Draco Malfoy’s pin-straight hair, and no one else gets to have that secret.

He reaches a hand up and twirls a finger through Draco’s hair, then cups his face to simply admire him for a moment. Harry doesn’t think that anyone could ever really look attractive during sex. It’s too sweaty and red-faced and slightly gross for anyone to actually look hot the whole way through, but Draco right now is so lovely, so captivatingly beautiful, both for his red-flushed, sweaty face and for how open he is in this moment of vulnerability.

“I love you,” Harry says, before he can stop himself. He’s said it before, a few times, and he’s certain that Draco feels the same way, even if he hasn’t said it back yet. Still, Harry hadn’t wanted to pressure him right now, hadn’t wanted to risk making Draco think that he had to say it back to him at this moment because of everything else. Draco beams, though, and kisses him fiercely, and somewhere in the middle, Harry tips over into ecstasy, coming back to himself moments later with tears wet on his cheeks and more still streaming from his eyes.

They kiss some more after, and then just hold each other close, drifting in and out of sleep for a while. Draco doesn’t say anything about the tears that took a few minutes to stop, although Harry thinks he’d be well within his rights to. Honestly, who cries during sex because their boyfriend secretly has curly hair? Instead, Draco just kisses him, and runs his thumbs under Harry’s eyes to wipe away the tears, and kisses him again while fresh ones appear.

When Harry wakes up an unknown amount of time later, he can still feel the salt, tacky on his cheeks. He passes a hand over his eyes, then scrubs it across his face, before reaching out to pull Draco close to him once more. His hand meets nothing but empty sheets, still warm from Draco’s body, but rapidly cooling. And Harry knows, because he knows Draco, that he’ll be back soon. He hasn’t gone far, nor has he gone for good, and Harry is sure of it even before he sees the light shining from under the ensuite door. If Harry could be patient for two minutes, Draco would surely return to him, eager to reclaim his place next to Harry in their warm bed, and to press his always freezing toes in between Harry’s legs. But Harry’s in love with him, and everything is so good when they’re together, and he doesn’t want to be separated even for the next two minutes, and so he gets up and pads over to the bathroom door, knocking gently to preserve the quiet of the pre-dawn stillness.

“Draco?”

There’s no answer, but Harry can hear the sink running, so he pushes the door open a crack and says Draco’s name again, sees his bare back stiffen slightly at the sound of Harry’s voice. He splashes water on his face once, then turns around with a towel pressed to his cheeks, patting himself dry even as Harry steps into his space and puts his hands gently around Draco’s waist. Draco leans into the touch, but doesn’t respond in kind, continuing to dry his face, the towel now an obstacle, keeping Harry from kissing him like he so desperately wants to. Instead, Harry slips his pinkies into the waistband of the boxers Draco has put back on, and gently smooths his thumbs up and down Draco’s sides.

“Hi,” he says, still making an effort to be quiet for no reason.

“Hello,” Draco whispers back, the towel still obscuring his face and muffing his voice slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Harry gives one of Draco’s hips a gentle squeeze, and Draco sways slightly into his hand.

Draco nods, but doesn’t say anything, and the towel is still hiding his face, which means Harry is forced to judge by Draco’s stiff shoulders how much of a lie his nod was. Harry slowly pulls the towel down, revealing Draco much as he was only an hour before; his face is red and blotchy, his hair is mussed, and his eyes are closed. Unlike before though, his face is now wet with tears instead of perspiration, and Harry feels a stab of pain go through his heart at the idea that something is marring this perfect night for Draco.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, moving his hands to cup Draco’s face, almost able to see the same motion echoed between them from earlier in the evening.

Draco shakes his head, and another tear falls to meet Harry’s thumb before being wiped away.

“Nothing. I’m fine, truly I am. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Harry wipes away another tear and tilts Draco’s chin up gently until he meets his eyes. He can’t quite parse the emotions that he sees going across Draco’s face, but he can understand, at least in part, how Draco must be feeling. Tonight was a big step for both of them, their first time together, but it was Draco’s first time ever, and Harry feels like his chest might burst with love for Draco for letting him share this moment with him. Some of that must be reflected on his own face, because Draco gives him a watery little smile and tries again to explain.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” ‘A lot’ finishes Draco’s voice in Harry’s head, but he remains silent and gives Draco the chance to say the words for himself. “A lot,” he says, with another small smile, and then his lower lip begins to quaver again. “It’s all been really good!” he hastens to add. “And I’m fine!” he says, more tears splashing down his face. “It’s just a lot, all at once.”

Harry nods his head, wipes Draco’s tears, and kisses him. It’s not one of their best kisses, Draco sniffles in the middle of it, and Harry’s pretty sure that there’s snot in his mouth, but it’s still absolutely perfect, because it’s the two of them standing together in the middle of Harry’s bathroom at some wretchedly early hour in the morning.

When they pull apart, Harry swipes his thumbs across Draco’s cheeks again and says, “I get it.” At Draco’s raised eyebrow - and, oh, what a joy, to see Draco’s dearly loved prickly little personality pushing through his tears - Harry reminds him, “I was crying earlier tonight, too.” He shrugs. “It can be overwhelming sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.”

Draco scrubs the towel across his face once more, then fits himself to Harry’s body, pressing his face into the spot between his neck and shoulder that he had been kissing earlier that evening. Draco’s nose presses into a tender area, and Harry thrills to consider that he might have a bruise there in the morning, and can’t wait to avoid all of Draco’s attempts to heal it with magic, instead letting it linger for days as a reminder of tonight. Maybe, he thinks nonsensically, he could even get a tattoo there, to preserve it for all eternity.

“I woke up and wanted to wash my hands,” Draco says out of nowhere, the words slightly muffled against Harry’s skin, “and when I saw myself in the mirror, I just. I don’t know. I guess I thought that maybe I would look different, afterwards. Which, I know that’s silly, but I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. And I couldn’t tell if I looked different or not. All I could think about was how I must have looked to you-”

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Harry interrupts, and Draco laughs a little before pressing on.

“And then I was thinking about how you looked at me, and, and, and you love me-”

“I do,” Harry says,

“-and,” Draco’s fists tighten against Harry’s back, and he can feel the material of the towel Draco is still holding move against his spine. Draco pulls back slightly, and looks Harry in the eye. He’s a bit of a mess, with his cheeks a chaotic pink and his eyelashes spiky from tears, but once again Harry is certain that he’s never seen anyone more lovely, “and, Harry, I love you too,” he says, and possibly some other words after that, but those are lost into Harry’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly before lifting him up, letting Draco wrap his legs around Harry’s waist, and carrying him back to bed.

When Harry wakes up the next morning, it’s with Draco curled around him, his face pressed against Harry’s chest, and the bathroom hand towel, which Harry now realises is the novelty Celestina Warbeck one that Draco got him as a joke, squashed under his armpit. It’s so strange, and so perfect, that Harry wants to laugh. It’s all just really good.

[demonicwriterwannabe]

REALATIONSHIPS I SHIP

Note: I know not all the creators of these couples are great. I don't have to support them to enjoy the characters. Also please don't come at me about toxicity or whatever. I couldn't care less. They are cute in my Lil Adhd brain and imma try to keep it that way.

CATEGORY 1 MLM

Will Solace x Nico di Angelo [Solangelo] (Rick Riordan)

Blitzø Buckzo x Stolas Ars Goetia [Stolitz] (Helluva Boss)

Angel Dust x Husker [Huskerdust] (Hazbin Hotel)

Azriphail (can't spell sorry) x Crowley (Good Omens)

Deadpool x Wolverine [Poolverine] (Marvel)

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy [Drarry] (Harry Potter)

Jason Grace x Leo Valdez (HoO)

Alastor x Lucifer [Radioapple] (Hazbin Hotel)

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Sokka x Zuko (ATLA)

CATEGORY 2 WLM/MLW

N x Uzi Doorman [Nuzi] (Murder Drones)

Cherri Bomb x Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Moxxie Knolastname x Millie Knolastname [M&M] (Helluva Boss)

Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase [Percabeth] (Rick Riordan)

Frank Zhang x Hazel Levesque [Frazel] (HoO)

Lute x Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom [Nuna] (Harry Potter)

Nori Doorman x Khan Doorman (Murder Drones)

CATEGORY 3 WLW

Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie (Chaggie) [Hazbin Hotel]

V x Lizzy [Vizzy] (Murder Drones)

Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)

Celine x Sloane (The Naturals)

Ty Lee x Azula (ATLA)

Korra x Asami (LoK)

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Hi,

A very happy new year to you !!

Hello! ❤️💚❤️💚

A very happy new year to you as well! I pray this year brings you many blessings and great joy!

Please allow this to be an excuse for me to write a little drabble for you (my first of 2024) honoring the New Year! (I just keyboard smashed it in my phone, please forgive any typos!)

———————

It was the bloody fireworks that woke Harry up from a dead-sleep. His body instantly alert, hand reaching for his wand on the nightstand.

The colors lit up his hotel room once more as the next set of fireworks exploded through the sky, lighting up the unfamiliar skyline in Hong Kong where Harry and Draco had been sent on (and just completed) their latest mission.

Draco.

Harry looked around the room, a room which now seemed conspicuously empty. Without his permission his hand strayed to the other side of the bed. The side of the bed that Draco had crawled into when they’d returned to their hotel after the harrowing escape. Draco had slipped in under the covers next to Harry and murmured, “is this okay?” Like he was afraid of the answer.

Harry’d reached across the small gap to take his hand, nodding because he couldn’t get the words out, couldn’t say how much he’d longed to be close to the other man.

“Can I kiss you?” Draco had whispered next.

Harry had met him halfway across the space between them.

He shivered at the memory of how softly he’d pressed his lips to Harry’s, at the way his fingertips had trailed feather-light over Harry’s cheekbones, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.

When Draco had pulled back, Harry had been nervous that he’d want more; more than Harry could give. But he hadn’t, he’d just gently stroked Harry’s hair back off his forehead and pressed another soft kiss there too. “Can I just hold you for a while?” Draco murmured.

And how was Harry meant to say no to that? He’d cuddled in and fallen asleep within minutes as Draco’s fingers carded through his hair. His last thought before he’d drifted off had been to wonder how he could have gotten so lucky.

He shook his head as he collapsed back on the bed, he should have known it was too good to be true. That someone would just want to cuddle, would just want to be with him, it was too much. Or perhaps not enough. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that the new year had arrived and Harry found himself as alone as he always was when the new year arrived.

He was sulking, considering having a proper cry, when he heard the toilet flush and the sink start.

His heart leapt into his throat, an unwieldy frog trying to escape the hands of a child who would capture it.

The door opened a moment later and Draco tiptoed out, closing the door with a soft snick before turning back to the bed. He froze when he saw Harry staring at him. “Sorry,” he whispered, honoring the warm-dark around them, “did I wake you? I didn’t mean to disturb-”

Another round of fireworks interrupted him as Harry shook his head, “the fireworks,” he said helplessly. “I thought you’d gone,” he said, hoping his voice held steady enough that it didn’t betray his grief over that fact.

“Did you want me to?” Draco asked, gesturing toward the door.

“No!” Harry said quickly, too quickly.

But Draco’s shoulders eased and he slipped back into the bed next to Harry.

Harry reached out and tentatively brushed his knuckle over Draco’s hand, longing to close the distance between them but not knowing how.

Draco cleared his throat, “did you know there’s a tradition that says whoever you kiss at midnight is the person you’ll be with until the next new year?”

He swallowed roughly, “I don’t think that anyone wants that responsibility.”

Draco’s tongue darted over his bottom lip, “seems more like a privilege than a responsibility to me.”

He laughed, knuckle still trailing over Draco’s hand. “I like kissing,” he whispered. “And I love to be cuddled and held,” he continued. “But…” he trailed off, swallowing past the shame and embarrassment.

“You don’t like sex?” Draco offered, voice warm with compassion and devoid of any judgement.

He nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“Harry?” he murmured, “can I kiss you?”

He blinked, “I’m not going to change my mind about it. It’s not something that can be fixed.”

Draco nodded again, “it’s not something that’s broken.” He shrugged, “you don’t have to want to have sex with me for me to want to be your partner in more than the work sense of the word. I’m,” he broke off and bit his lip, “honestly I’m a bit gone on you.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked, eyes stinging, chest constricting painfully at the thought that he might get to have this, might get to love Draco and be loved in return.

“Yeah,” Draco replied with a little laugh. He cupped Harry’s cheek, stroking his thumb over Harry’s cheekbone. “So, what do you say? Want to spend this year with me?”

How about this lifetime? Harry thought. But he didn’t say it, instead he nodded and leaned in letting Draco kiss him. They had their whole lives ahead, one day, one kiss, at a time.

[sophiejacksonchase]

Hogwarts BUT MAKE IT GAY:

Harry and Draco

Ginny and Luna

Hermione is asexual

Dean and Seamus

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “sanctuary” by origene from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 170

Drarry microfic: okay

“I… I think I’m asexual.”

The words left his mouth in a whisper. He had been thinking about this for months, now. And even if it took him some time to finally admit it to himself, he was finally ready to share it with Draco.

Carefully, as if not to startle him, Draco took Harry’s hand, lifting it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Harry asked, confused. Was that really all Draco had to say?

“Yes,” Draco answered. His expression was soft, loving. It almost felt overwhelming. “I won’t judge you for that and I won’t stop loving you either. On the contrary, I think I love you even more.”

The smile that appeared on Harry’s face was so big he thought his face would split in half. He jumped up and engulfed Draco into a big hug, placing a tender kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered as tears started to spill from his eyes. “I love you.”

Prompt from May 12th

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

The Scent of You (Inside Me)

E, very explicit, 9k

Just because the war ended didn’t mean that Draco had to be nice to Potter. Their fights continued, their arguing never mellowed, and it landed them in detention, smack dab in the middle of the Forbidden Forest—again. Oh, and Potter was in heat too.

Some Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Riding, Slick, A lot of Slick, Slick as Lube, Inappropriate Use of Slick, Come Sharing, Possessive Harry Potter, Harry Rubs his Slick into Draco's Skin, Eighth Year

Ao3

This is probably the raunchiest thing I've ever written which is not typically my style, but I was asked to be a pinch hitter for hdowlpost and this was one of the giftee's interests and I decided either I was going to go big or go home when it came to my first Omega Verse of this caliber.

[basicallyahedgehog]

Happy Asexual Awareness Week!

Whether you are asexual, demisexual, grey-sexual, aromantic, demiromactic, aroace, sex-favourable, sex-repulsed or anything in between, you are valid and you are loved.

Whether you know you are ace, are questioning or are looking to be a good ally, asexuality.org is an amazing resource. You can find out more about asexuality awareness week specifically here.

For me personally, fandom and fic had such a huge influence on my journey to identifying as ace. So I've rounded up a few of my faves:

Let Me Count The Ways by @thebooktopus: Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Not Broken by Undercoverwarlock: Draco wanted this. Right? He had daydreamed about it, imagined what it would be like, wanted it. Right?

The Art of (Not) Being Broken by OTPshipper98: Draco reads an article that explains a few things. And so he shares it with Harry.

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly: Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet. Cue soft blood drinking, quiet nights of reading and crocheting, and Harry thinking that maybe--just maybe--he might not be so alone anymore.

Like A Dream I Can Reach (But Not Quite Hold) by Cassiara: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

Which Merely That Is by bafflinghaze: In which Harry notices changes in Draco (he’s a late bloomer, apparently), but that’s not nearly as important as the time they spend together.

How To Read A Map by Bumble_Beckie: Harry's never been able to read a map. Then he met Draco. or Harry's still working out his sexuality and then Draco comes along and fucks it all up.

There's A Word For This by Undercoverwarlock: Harry wants to show Draco how much he cares for him, but it's not that easy...AKA the one where Draco doesn't understand, Hermione goes to the library, and Harry realises something about himself.

Lightning Never Strikes Twice by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes: Draco's soul mark finally appeared, but he isn't quite sure what to do since it's tied to the career bachelor, 'Best Lay in the UK,' Harry pain-in-his-arse Potter. Especially when he isn't even interested in sex...

You Make Me Smile by Dazeventura6: Years after the war Harry's quiet, reclusive life is disrupted when Draco Malfoy barges into it. Will it be a disaster or will both men manage to finally find happiness in each other?

What She Said by @demonbanisher: The Marauders secret language is dirty jokes, but nothing has to change now that Remus has realized he's ace. Right?

the space between (what you want and what you need) by disapparater: As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Your Embrace Is Enough by bickymonster: Harry has noticed he isn't the only one who doesn't appreciate the family's attempts to get him to date.

If Three's A Crowd, The Crowd Me by SumthinClever: Draco is asexual and fears Blaise will leave him due to his inability to fulfill his needs, and so suggests they open their relationship for Blaise to find partners willing to fulfill him. Draco fears Blaise will fall in love with someone else and still leave him, but neither of them figured it would be Draco that found someone else to love, too.

That's Ace by Leontina: Charlie is asexual. Harry isn't. They still find a way to satisfy both of their needs, however

No Kissing by @asexual-lovegood: Draco doesn't like kissing. Hermione doesn't understand. Harry intervenes.

Capture the Moment (Capture My Heart) by dot_the_writer: Surrounded by photographs with just a cat to keep him company, Draco was left questioning his identity and what a new label would mean for his relationship with Harry.

the trembling of the moment by @blue--dreaming with incredible art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm: “You’re the last person I’d have expected to stumble across on the other side of the world.” In which Draco's quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

Midnight Radio by EverythingButColdFire: Sirius is an actor in his late twenties. Enter Remus: the wardrobe supervisor and dresser for his new show. No knowledge of Hedwig and the Angry Inch is required for this to make sense.

Little Deaths and How To Avoid Them (Or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by Nerakrose: Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

[steampunkserpent27]

Unconditional

for @drarrymicrofic 's prompt: unconditional CW: Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Implied Asexuality

"I love you, unconditionally. It's okay." "But it's not." Draco had curled into a ball, his fingers linking over his boney knees. "You deserve it all, and I can't... I can't give you that." "Draco, I don't... I have no claim to your body. It's yours. If you don't want that, it's okay. I love you for who you are. Not just because of your body." Draco sniffed, his lower lip wobbling. "You... You don't really mean that. You say that now, but what about months from now or... Or years from now? Will you still want this? Will you still want me, when I can't give you everything you need?" Harry longed to move closer, to pull him into a hug, to let him know that it was okay, that he never had to feel as if he wasn't enough, because he was perfect just the way he was. "Baby. I have everything I need. I don't need anything more. I'm happy. I'm happy with you." "But how?" Harry offered his hand, letting it hover in the air, waiting. "Do you trust me?" Draco stared, his eyes watery and timid. "I... I do, but-" "Draco, I know what I want and what I need. I want to be with you, however that may be. I want you to be comfortable, okay? More than anything, I want you to feel safe and happy. That's all I want." His face crumpled, tears rising up and spilling down his splotchy cheeks, as he started to cry. For a moment, Draco remained still, wobbling back and forth, as silent whimpers escaped him, before he fell forwards, right into Harry's arms. Harry was shocked into silence, wrapping his arms around Draco, his movements soft and gentle. "What is it, Baby? Did I say something?" There was a watery laugh, before Draco wiped at his eyes and looked up at him. "I just... I thought I might have to lose you today." "Oh. You won't ever have to lose me. Not unless you want me gone. I'm here to stay." A fragile smile found it's way onto Draco's face. "I love you." "I love you, too. I love you so, so much."

[thebookishwallflower]

As an aspec person who doesn’t much like the concept of sexual stuff shipping gay ppl is starting to suck

[indigo-scarf]

Asexual Draco Malfoy

Sex-repulsed, because Malfoys are great at being and looking repulsed.

Sex-negative i.e. antisexual tendencies to cover for internalised acephobia: deep down he’s insecure about being different, so it must be everyone else that’s inferior.

Sneering at Amortentia (eros) with Nott in Slughorn’s class is part of this performance.

Thinks all that sex should be is a means to conceive an heir. Thus, a truly respectable pureblood spouse shouldn’t mind having no more of it than strictly necessary.

(How much would be necessary — and therefore how much angst it would cause — depends on whether magical IVF is an option.)

Marriage isn’t about passion, anyway: worst case it’s merely about alliances and bloodlines; best case it’s about having one person with whom to share mutual loyalty and trust.

Of course none of that is exactly true, Draco’s own pureblood, respectable, and passionate parents being a prime counter-example, but cognitive dissonance works its magic.

Insists to himself he cannot possibly have a crush on Harry Potter, because he is not sexually attracted to him.

Apples are better than sex 🍏

[beyondtheclose]

the third date

written for the drarry discord drabble challenge september 2022, for the prompt “transition”, wc 300. (ao3 link)

It was a brilliant evening. Harry took me to an upscale restaurant, one that was fancy, but not so fancy that he'd be uncomfortable. He let me pick out the wine, laughing as I made a show of swirling the wine around in the glass and delicately bringing it to my lips.

I was nervous for this date, our third. The first two had been wonderful, but that made the nerves worse. I was becoming too attached. 

I want to squeeze him to my chest, lie with his head in my lap and run my fingers through his hair.

I don't make it past third dates.

Expectations start to ramp up after the third. That’s when my date starts to wonder why I haven’t gone beyond light pecks, why I’ve never invited them up to my flat.

Start to wonder if I’m ever going to put out. I start to wonder if I’m even interested.

And so it repeats.

But Harry is different. I’m so, painfully, interested. Walking back, he brings our clasped hands up to his lips. I shiver.

We stop in front of Harry’s house and he gives me a crooked smile.

"Want to come in? I'm not ready for the night to end."

I feel myself freeze. But I'm also not ready for the night to end, so I follow him inside.

I perch awkwardly on his sofa, looking anywhere but at Harry as he bustles around preparing drinks.

"Draco." Harry sounds concerned. "You okay? If you're uncomfortable…"

I brace myself for the inevitable rejection. "I really like you. I want to continue...whatever this is. But I...don't want to have sex."

"Okay."

"Ever."

"Draco. Me neither."

I whip my head around to see a relieved grin pulling at Harry's lips, which I automatically mirror.

A good change.

[adventure-grows]

I’m low key having a crisis

I’m solidly ace, sex neutral/repulsed ace, don’t mind seeing it or reading about it but don’t want to do it ace, but here I am reading a fucking drarry fanfiction that made me go “I want to do that, or I want that done to me” and like what the fuck is this, I want to drag my fingers down someone’s back, I want someone to feel each ridge of my spine, touch and feel and scratch, all the way up to the neck. I know that isn’t inherently sexual but this still feels like a crisis

[waxing-hiraethh]

Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale

measure the walls

When Harry’s shoulders fell and his breath stuttered, it was Draco Malfoy who saved him.

He’d never really considered the full depth of water until he’d been plunged into it, sunken into the thick molasses of it as if he was a tiny, insignificant thing. The chill was shocking but the length of it was what kept him up at night, years later; how impossibly far he’d seemed to sink.

He could recount it in small details. The slow suck of light as the darkness rose around him in towering, imposing columns. The salt touching his lips. The way Malfoy’s hair had been a shock of ice white in the tundra of black-blue.

“Why?” he’d asked since. A constant drawling plea.

“Why?” he demanded at his trial. Narcissa imprisoned and Lucius dead. There was a tiny sliver of gold tied around Malfoy’s wrist. A mark, much like the one Malfoy had carved into his forearm, that condemned him to live a small life.

“Why?” he asked at Pansy’s wedding, bells ringing in the air and Draco’s hair lacking the lustre of when he’d had magic at his fingertips.

“Why?” he’d ask, a million more times in a million more ways.

Always the same answer.

“You’re welcome, Potter.”

People worshiped him, now that he’d saved the world. They sent him bags of sweets and broomsticks and galleons. He’d tried to refuse them at first but people had thought him rude, and the concept of being unliked had hit him so suddenly and so harshly that it'd felt a bit like being flung back into the thundering pressure of the water he'd almost drowned in. 

Grimuald was stacked to the ceilings with boxes of things he would never open and grief he’d never been quite equipped to handle. Hermione and Ron had tea with him sometimes. Walburga’s portrait screamed until her throat was bloody and frowned as she wiped crimson over her frame. Life was slow and thick and dark, just like it had been when the water was pulling him down, and down, and down…

And then the morning would break and he’d feel guilty. Guilty for wasting something other people didn’t have. Guilty that some days, he didn’t think a single time about the sticky nothingness of death. Guilty that his guilt felt permanent.

He spent his afternoons pretending to be brave to the mirror. Practicing for the real thing.

Those days, his house felt more like a coffin, his heart less like a hero’s, his mind a blank slate which rain water collected on and festered.

He did not feel like the boy who lived.

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Fic recs #35: Glowing

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My favorite fics of all time

For my birthday this year (I'm turning 30!!!) I thought what better way to celebrate the day I was born but also ✨ the day all my favorite characters died ✨ by giving you all some good fics! Happy May 2nd!!!

Running on Air (T): An oldy but a goody! I remember reading this a couple years ago when I rediscovered my love for drarry! I had spent my formative years on fanfic dot net obsessing over drarry and this brought it all back in one fell swoop.

Way down we go (T): I stumbled upon this one 2 years ago and I've been rereading it ever since. It's silly and lovely and they are in Alabama. What more could be said about it? A fantastic and beautiful story and I love it so much.

A big black sky (M): if I had to pick only one fic to read for the rest of my life, it would be this one. I love everything about this fic. It's sweet and loving and kind and wholesome and so sad and just wretchedly the best thing I've read. I reread this at least 2 times a year. And every reread it just gets better and better!

A pulled down shade (M): this one is newer to my list but I can already say this is a great and phenomenal fic! The author put their soul into this fic you can really tell, the effort and the love and the hard work. Truly an amazing read and an amazing story!!!

Nice things (M): I'm a sucker for an eighth year fic and this one is very good. I love a pot smoking draco something about it really gives me the vibes I don't know why. This whole fic is wholesome and it deserves so much love!

You've got the antidote for me (M): listen. Soulmate fics. I need more of them okay? I need so many. I love them so much they make me physically ill. Read this it's so good and sweet with a touch of sad.

Burn the witch (E): big fan of the bodyguard trope! This one also has Scorpius in it and I love when Scorpius is in things it makes me happy every time! But a good fic, very interesting plot and the characterization is very good and the ocs are super good too!!

I was late (you were early) (E): one of those "if we both aren't married in 10 years" fics and it's so good! There's also one in draco's pov I'll find you again (I always do)! It's a very cute story and I loved it a whole lot!

Everything a word can mean (T): a short and sweet little ficlet! It's of course a soulmate fic where they have names that their soulmates call them written somewhere on their bodies. And Harry's just so happens to be savior.

10:37 PM on the Floor of the Seventh Floor Corridor Near the Dancing Trolls (G): another short and sweet ficlet! Takes place during 6th year outside of the room of requirement! Very good and I love the characterization and I enjoy the authors take on this part of the books!

Say anything (M): professors au is one of my favorite aus!!!! And mic it with a French speaking draco and a secretly French speaking Harry! It only gets better!!

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) (T): I loved this fic a whole lot and really enjoyed the dynamic between Harry and Ginny in his oddly enough. I thought it was a very real and thought out fic that also at the same time was wholesome and sweet while going over sexuality and desire. I loved it a whole lot and it made my demisexual heart sing when I saw asexual rep.

Nearly lost things, carefully tended (E): antiques dealer draco and home owner Harry! Harry has some weird things for Draco to look at and he certainly doesn't pick the weirdest things he can find just for the blonde. Nah. Read it. It's great and silly and overall very fun!

I can't think of any more but make sure you leave comments and kudos if you like a fic!!