#graceless heart

[dewitty1]

Graceless Heart

shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Zacharias Smith, Gawain Robards, minor original male and female characters Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, OCD, light Dom/sub dynamics, Pining, Trauma Recovery, reference to canon child neglect and abuse, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), scar kink, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Accidental Voyeurism, First Time, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Frottage, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Facials, Anal Sex, Switching, Riding, Jealousy, Panic Attacks, Magical Outbursts, Magical Tattoos, Sentient Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Found Family, Draco Malfoy’s collection of magical teacups, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Domesticity, Intimacy, Please don't post on another website, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021, Art, Digital Art, Illustrations

Summary:

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.

When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.

Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

Excerpt:

“You look exhausted,” he says softly. “You need to get some rest, Harry. Time to go to bed.”

"Do I not get a goodnight kiss?" Harry hears himself ask. He meant it to come out as a joke, but it sounds more like a plea, needy and broken. Draco’s eyes open wide, focusing on Harry’s lips, then locking with hopeful green eyes. Harry thinks he’s royally fucked up again, that he needs to stand up and leave, but Draco catches his wrist and he moves impossibly closer.

“You want me to kiss you?” Draco asks, sounding bewildered, and Harry nods.

“Of course, I do,” he replies, because he thought that was evident.

Draco’s silver eyes shine in the light of the fire, the shimmering fabric of the invisibility cloak making him look almost ethereal as he leans closer, closing his eyes. 

Harry always thought their first kiss was going to be something fierce, a fight for power, teeth and blood, but it’s something delicate and tender instead, tentative and slow. Draco tilts his head to the side and brings their lips together gently. He presses his mouth against Harry’s, warm pale fingers cupping his cheeks, and he softly kisses him.

Draco kisses Harry as if he were something fragile, like spun sugar or thin glass. He must be right because Harry feels like he’s about to shatter into a million tiny pieces, and the only thing holding him together are Draco’s lips and his hands on his skin. He moans as Draco deepens the kiss. It’s sweet like the smell of Draco’s shampoo, but also full of heat. Harry’s fingers slide through Draco’s soft hair, feeling the blond’s hands circling his back, drawing him even closer, until Harry is nearly lying on top of him.

Harry gets lost in it, thinking that he’s never kissed anyone like this before, that nothing has prepared him for it. There’s something unravelling inside him, a warmth spreading in his chest as Draco’s tongue licks inside his mouth, making Harry let out a muffled, needy sound. Draco sucks on his bottom lip, nipping at it gently, before he deepens the kiss again, moaning softly.

When they part for air, they don’t open their eyes, not straight away. Harry’s forehead rests against Draco’s, breathing in his familiar smell. He feels like something has changed, like nothing will ever be the same. 

“Merlin,” Harry whispers, unsure what to say. Words fail him as usual, but when he opens his eyes, he notices that Draco looks just as shocked and flushed as he must.

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[moonshynecybin]

can’t decide if shake it out and dream girl evil are marc coded or if i’ve just been listening to too much florence + the machine lately

shake it outttttttt

[tiffanyachings]

'it's always darkest before the dawn' right where's the ankara / shake it out by florence + the machine fanvid

[sunlessea]

FINALLY. AT LONG LAST. GODS TAG DROP. FREE ME.

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

again I cannot emphasize enough how much of a jon archivist song Take Me To War by The Crane Wives is, where is the animatic I need it desperately

[angeltannis]

I like that Tannis employs the cockroach / earwig /grasshopper principle of “I have wings, and I Could use them to fly at any time. I just choose not to”

[asordidbarwere]

shake it out by florence + the machine is a griffith song i will not be taking criticism

[oliviawebsite]

aloof trans women who are brash and graceless and boyish and dont pass well i have so much love for you in my heart keep going i want to see more of it

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part V

Baby you gave me bad ideas - This is the last time, The National

All of your demons will wither away - Demons, Fatboy Slim feat. Macy Gray

His love is my favourite - Kill this love, Blackpink

Three points where two lines meet - Tessellate, alt-J

Kings of imagining things - The long haul, NO

Swallow all our pride - Fairytale gone bad, Sunrise Avenue

Keep your hand in mine - So cold, Breaking Benjamin

Take this veil from off my eyes - Doin' time, Lana del Rey

Unforgiven, I'm a villain - Unforgiven, Le Sserafim

Let me sleep in your arms - In your arms, Stanfour

All of my thoughts of you - Graceless, The National

Stay cool (it's just a kiss) - Talk too much, COIN

There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt - Pyramid Song, Radiohead

I know it's pain (but I really want it so bad) - Want so bad, Lee Know + HAN

We could leave in the morning (and go all night) - They own this town, Flora Cash

You'll be the saddest part of me - The Loneliest, Måneskin

Don't need to say goodbye - The Call, Regina Spektor

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you - 3005, Childish Gambino

It's just me and your ghost - me & ur ghost, blackbear

Tell ′em all I said hi - I said hi, Amy Shark

We don't gotta be in love - One of your girls, The Weeknd feat. Jennie, Lily-Rose Depp

The distance between you and me (it never seems to disappear) - Maybe if, BIBI

Say what you want (I'll keep it a secret) - One of your girls, Troye Sivan

I'm surrendering tonight - Collide, Rachel Platten

That's what you get when you let your heart win - That's what you get, Paramore

Give me a sign, I want to believe - The Ballad of Mona Lisa, Panic! at the Disco

Just a game that can't be won - Always on the run, Isaak Guderian

Your lips should be saying the same thing - Really, Blackpink

Still, I'm under your control now - Number 1, Nico Santos

Embracing all my scars and imperfections - Comflex, Stray Kids

More titles!

[tomepact]

relationship tags wrangling

[clemence-saint-mallory]

[blissfulignorance333]

[sunlessea]

@galaxiasus › saltine.

their form is not one oft presented to the mortals of the unterzee, especially not outsiders who have wandered so far. their status aside, they did not enjoy donning the appearance of one of them. even still, they watch him with great curiosity, wonder at the gentleness with which he regards the rare flowers at blossom within the zee's mountains. this is their sister's territory, where nature thrives in the midst of a dark abyss, despite everything.

"this is the only place in the zee where the sunlight still reaches. it is different from the sun of the surface, i believe. but it is the closest zailors will ever know. londoners as a whole, even." they would not call it artificial, exactly. but it was not the sun proper. simply a blessing. regardless, it allows such bright flowers to bloom. "to bring a mortal to this place is beyond a blessing. millions of your people will seek this field in their lifetime, and nearly all of them will die. it is ... sacred."

[hyeinism]

( ♡ )⠀𝒏. 𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒊 . . . ℎ𝑒𝑦𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒 :) .ᐟ

꒷꒦ ❛ hola, ¿cómo está', she said こんにちはこんにちは ❜

⟢ meetcute w/ riki! && n.rk x f!reader . . . when riki is captivated by the way you move ৲ includes mentions of body, money, idk what else silliness !! 834wc

RIKI RUSHED THROUGH the overflowing halls of his high school, filled with sweaty, graceless students all eager to leave the building at once. he internally groaned at all the immature screams that bounced off the walls.

the young boy’s mind was detached, only focused on one thing: the mysterious dancing girl.

or at least, that’s what he called her.

everyday, at around 5:00pm (conveniently just when he would get out of school!) there was this alluring girl who riki could only describe as beautiful, who baltered outside the bustling buildings on 64th street.

she was such a stunning contrast from the smoke of cigars in the gloomy air or the frowning faces of all the passing new yorkers.

riki, being a devoted dancer himself, never wasted a moment when it came to watching your breathtaking show. he ran impressively fast, even under the heat of the merciless summer sun, while ignoring all the weird glances and stares that passersby gave him.

and finally, he found himself facing you, who was messing with your phone as you tried to find the right tune to match your dancing. he noticed the corners of your lips raise up into a satisfying smile, the one that always laced your beautiful face when you found the perfect song.

you put the phone on the ground, making sure the music was turned all the way up before placing your ‘money hat’ right next to it. street dancing was unethically a great way to make money, you learned.

you were just about to start dancing when your eyes lit up like two full bright moons, due the cute boy who had a big gray hoodie on & headphones wrapped around his pretty neck. he was about two feet from you, the same one who always watched with a hope-filled smile every time you performed. it was truly the most precious thing you’ve seen in a long while.

your cheeks flushed a rosy red and a feeling of pride washed over you; you felt the need to dance even better every time this boy showed up, the unconscious sensation making you want to impress him more and more with every single one of your moves.

and so you did just that: your body moved to the music flawlessly, like ocean waves or dandelions floating in the wind. a crowd slowly gathered near you, but your eyes were suddenly unwilling to leave the boy, who watched you with never ending astonishment taking over his features.

your glowing, free aura was truly captivating; anyone with half a brain could tell. the longer you danced, the harder it was for riki to pull his gaze away from you.

his stupor was disturbed though, thanks to a —most likely stupid— idea that ignited his mind. he smiled while watching people drop loose change into the hat you placed next to your phone. giddily pulling out a pen and a slim piece of paper, he wrote his number down in messy writing, signed by small lettering at the bottom that read “call me?”. he pulled out a $20 bill and dropped both slips into your hat, slyly making sure you were watching him.

soon (too soon for riki’s comfort) your performance ended and you took a bow in return to the ovation you received, giggling to yourself when you noticed how the cute guy, who it would be fitting to call your biggest fan now, was evidently clapping the loudest amongst everyone else.

riki grinned childishly after seeing the delicate giggles that left your mouth, feeling his heart swell with joy. that same glistening grin didn’t leave his face, even as he walked home under the setting sun. his mind never once left the ambrosian enigma that was you, and the way your hips moved as easily as a flowing waterfall to the pulsating beat that still resonated throughout his entire chest.

upon reaching his home and swinging open the door, riki bowed to his parents and greeted them kindly before hurriedly pacing upstairs to his bedroom. his brain filled with unending thoughts, the most prominent one being if the pretty dancer had messaged him yet or not.

riki’s hands run through the darkened mess of his tangled hair before he searches his jean pockets for his phone. after pulling it out riki bit on his lip, the excitement he had soon replaced with anxiousness.

realistically, he didn’t even know if you liked him, he just acted upon a hopeful whim, honestly.

all doubts that filled his mind were quickly replaced with shock and utter disbelief.

a small notification lit up riki’s phone screen and he read the simple message that was displayed over and over again, with wide eyes and a smile to match; riki pushed back the urge to squeal like a little girl in a candy shop while gripping his phone even tighter.

— heya, cutie! thx for the 20 :)

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[vaguelyaperson]

One of my favorite tropes in bkdk plays into the fact that Izuku is, first and foremost, a goddamn otaku.

And this isn't focused on his nerding out over any and all Dynamight merchandise (though that is part of it), but that Izuku is a socially awkward clueless MESS who inwardly cheered the first time he spoke to a girl on the phone.

Izuku has no clue what he's doing when it comes to romance. He's gonna stutter and fumble over everything. He's going to miss so many cues. He's gonna be panicking at 2am to Kaminari and Kirishima, over whether or not Kacchan would appreciate a bouquet of flowers. He's going to end up giving Kacchan a lego bouquet instead. He's gonna feel like a perv anytime his thoughts turn anywhere slightly indecent towards Kacchan. He'll be even more enthralled by Kacchan than ever before. He's going to think a Matrix movie marathon counts as a date (to his luck, with Kacchan, it will.) He's going to inadvertently do the most heart-felt, romantic, suave things when he's not even trying.

Look. Basically he is just going to be like every graceless but well-intentioned nerdy boy in his first relationship. And to his saving grace, he'll be dating a boy just as socially awkward as him - but in a different flavor.