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Drarry fics that made me squeal, cry, throw up and punch pillows pt. 3

since you guys loved pt. 1 and 2 so much, i dug and found some more gems, for you and YOU ONLY MWAH.

The Bolthole by aideomai, Tepre

Harry is a hoarder, Draco is grief-stricken, and both are capable human adults who can definitely spend a month in a cottage in the Cotswolds together without ever talking about the time they slept together in eighth year. Yeah, no, totally.

Vortex by xanthippe74

“Don’t worry, my dearest one,” Draco’s mother told him when he confided his worries to her. When he was old enough to feel the pangs of adolescent longing, but still too young to sense the storm gathering around them. “Magic will overcome any distance or obstacles to bring two soulmates together when the time is right. Circumstances will arise that steer them in the right direction; strange coincidences will make their paths cross again and again. Then the most wondrous moment arrives, when you both realize that your soulmate, your perfect match, stands before you, and from that day forward your hearts will be one.”   Ten years after that conversation, the idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

The Destiny You Sold by tryslora

In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

Remember Me, As I Will You by alpha_exodus

Two weeks, Harry'd said, two weeks and he'd be done with the assignment. But the longer Draco waits, the harder it is to believe that Harry is going to return alive. (MCD)

Your Tears Sting, Friend by alpha_exodus

Draco’s always wanted Potter. It’s only on death’s doorstep that he’s allowed to have him. (MCD again lol)

In The Hand by aideomai

Two months after Harry went missing, when Hermione was frantic with fear and panic and sleep deprivation, Draco Malfoy cornered them outside the Great Hall before breakfast.

The Importance of Being Draco Malfoy by poppyhills

The answer to the age-old question, "What if instead of a scratch on the arm, Buckbeak had stomped on Draco's head instead and caused tragic memory loss?"

It was a truth universally acknowledged that the path to reforming a Slytherin prince never did run smooth.

Hogwarts AU Prisoner of Azkaban.

stay hydrated and happy and kick ass and mwah i love you

xoxo

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Drarry fics that made me squeal, cry, throw up and punch pillows pt. 2

hope you love theseeeee, stay feral my friends mwah

link to pt. 1

The Frisky Furnishings of Malfoy Manor by Writcraft 

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Or: Hermione has a crafty plan, Harry and Draco are fake boyfriends and wizarding traditions have a lot to answer for. Featuring awkward dates, mince pies, a saucy sofa and a line of sequined house-elf haute couture nobody asked for but got anyway.

The Art of Perfection by Create_Serenity (Sivany)

Harry cursed the day he’d ever made the stupid bet with Ron because that bet was what had led to him being naked in front of a Muggle art class. Of course Draco Malfoy had to be taking the class, because that’s just how Harry’s life worked.

Chilly Feet by shushu_yaoi_lj

It all starts with a pair of chilly feet under Harry Potter’s bum.

Dear Diary by AWickedMemory (TeddyLaCroix)

// This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //

After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

Just a Matter of Time by gracerene

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past. That is, until he ends up relying on a nineteen-year-old Harry Potter for help and starts developing some very inconvenient—and possibly reciprocated—feelings.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

In Pursuit of Lost Marbles by Theartfulldodger

Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger. He tries not to flinch when Harry calls him sir, but he smiles when bits of the old Harry emerge. Eventually, Draco leads Harry to the Pensieve where he shows him pieces of the life they've built together, what Harry will come home to, one day, when this is all over.

Then, Draco waits. He waits, and he hopes.

The Stars Above Us by 606, Create_Serenity (Sivany)

It started as an innocent day out taking Teddy to visit the local observatory. Somehow it became so much more.

In Pieces by dysonrules

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.

Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary

some more underrated gemssss

head pats

xoxo

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Drarry fics that made me squeal, cry, throw up and punch pillows pt. 1

exactly in that order.

when i tell you i went FERAL while reading these, i will not be exaggerating. hoping you eat them up like i did mwah

link to pt. 2

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (orphan_account)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

gave me the feels. IT IS SO CLASSIC ROMANCE NOVEL idek. THE CONFESSION SCENE! (if you read this one and freak out during the confession scene pls msg me and then we'll freak out together)

You Paint in Colours That Don’t Exist by fluorescencx

Draco wasn’t happy. All the world was grey.

Drop Everything Now by parkkate 

After accidentally bonding himself to Malfoy, Harry finds himself in an utterly precarious situation...

Crimson Neon by xanthippe74

Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.

A Hiss To Build a Dream On by xanthippe74

Harry fancies a certain Slytherin. Draco has a snake that’s refusing to eat. When Draco asks him to use his Parseltongue skills to help, Harry sees the opportunity he’s been waiting for. There’s just one small problem: Harry can’t bring himself to tell Draco that he isn’t a Parselmouth anymore.

The Owl Who Came for Christmas by dracogotgame

Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don't go as planned.

Before Florence by dysonrules

Harry is visiting Florence, Italy, when he runs into an unexpected person. They decide to explore the city together and by the end of the night, everything that Harry thought he knew had changed.

It Takes a Village by Saras_Girl

Eighth year isn’t exactly going to plan. Harry is definitely not running away, Draco is definitely not impressed, and it’s almost definitely not going to stop raining.

How to Apologise to Harry Potter in 10 Days by QueenofThyme

Draco Malfoy decides to apologise to Harry Potter, but finds himself falling into old familiar patterns instead. All he needs to do is say two little words. Why is it so hard?

freely, as men strive for right by bixgirl1

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy?

If only Draco would let him count the ways.

(Sometimes, a happily-ever-after takes a bit longer than you expect.)

these are some of the underrated ones, according to me. they deserve saurrrr much love!!!!

mwah<3

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love ya xoxo

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my all time favs - soukoku fics pt. 2

part 2 lessgoooooo

The City Where Wind Blows by Raven_Rein

Dazai has long since known that he'd die either by his own hand or Chuuya's.

He just never thought the end would come like this.

(this is MCD)

The One Whom My Soul Loves by KikiMari

On a particularly gloomy night, Dazai finds himself in an empty church, talking to a strange priest with a glass of wine in hand.

A story of grief, healing and love.

Don’t Lose Yourself by cheeto_frog

"I'm dead." Ryuunoske said stoically.

Chuuya faltered, breath catching in his throat as he extended a finger just to drop it midair. "I'm sorry, you're WHAT?"

"Dead. That's why your fist went through me. I kind of figured that part was obvious." __

After Chuuya’s brother returns as a ghost and begs him to bring him back to life, Chuuya has no choice but to enter the infamous labyrinth with a rather annoying peer wrapped in bandages.

Chuuya is determined to save his brother—that is, if he and Dazai don’t kill each other first.

As the Petals Fall by black00cat

Chuuya has lived a relatively normal 20 years of his life, until it all came crashing down with a single mistake. Now, bleeding and desperate, he doesn’t care about where he’s going or who may be waiting for him in the dark forest — he’s going to be dead very soon anyway…

Unless he has the (mis)fortune of catching a certain kitsune’s eye.

And neither he nor Dazai know just how complicated their life is going to get, or how high the stakes will be when the past comes back to haunt them.

OR: kitsune Dazai x human Chuuya story with lots of demons and drama, some fluff, some smut, and a happy ending :)

Ritual Time by SunTheater

Walking to the train, looking over his shoulder every so often and wishing he had just taken the motorcycle, he thinks about questions, who’s allowed to ask them and what they’re allowed to be. He thinks about the ways people talk to each other, sometimes more violent than fists and knees. He thinks about the deaths of hundreds of people and who’s to blame for them.

He also thinks about Dazai. He mostly thinks about Dazai.

~

Chuuya is dissatisfied with this life. Dazai leads him to another.

The Great War by the_most_happy

Dazai "Ouji" Osamu is the most popular idol of his generation.

People adore him, critics worship him. He has the whole world dancing in the palm of his hand. When he steps into an underground bar in Yokohama, on a summer night like any other, he is looking for a muse, a fake boyfriend and a reason for living.

Nakahara Chuuya just wanted a glass of wine and a one-night stand.

(Or: the “I slept with a stranger and he turned out to be my little sister’s favorite singer” AU where two idiots catch very real feelings through a fake dating contract. Art in notes.)

until the song is over by arkastadt

Chuuya can't accept his new reality, so he forces Poe to write him a new one

(MCD)

A Matter of Faith by the_most_happy

Or: Chuuya gets severely injured during a battle, and Dazai orders him not to fall asleep.

-

“You can’t—“ With that single note of a well-known song, Chuuya pushed him off a cliff - and Dazai was still falling when the second note vibrated between them. “You can’t do a double suicide—"

‘It’s going to be alright, ‘Samu,’ Chuuya had said. ‘You are going to be fine.’ And, now, the stupid Chibi was trying to make him laugh.

“—On your own.”

Visiting Hours by the_most_happy

Nakahara Chuuya is beautiful.

He owns a flower shop. He has a deep, sweet voice, a worn-out leather jacket and azure eyes that glisten under the spring sun.

“Oi, hang on. Are are you hitting on me?”

“I could be,” Dazai says, putting the pen down. “Am I allowed to hit on you?”

[Or: Dazai meets a handsome stranger in a park and decides to write his story.]

It must be the wine by BlowingYourMind

And Chuuya smiled. He smiled. Even with only the pale light of the moon as a light source, the sight was one that Dazai would commit to memory. He would engrave it in the back of his mind because even if Chuuya was drunk, sick, half-asleep, and in an emotional crisis, he would always be a sight that Dazai never got tired of looking at.

Or

Three times Chuuya drunkenly confesses to Dazai and one time Dazai returns the feelings.

mwahhhhh and head pats

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my all time favs - soukoku fics

soukoku is my comfort ship, i ALWAYS come back to it. these are some of my ABSOLUTE favs, like they have a special room in my heart fr fr. my shaylassssss, i miss them.

Silver Soul by mokkei

After a suicide attempt, Dazai is cast away to work at the lighthouse his great uncle had owned in the north of the mythical Shimane prefecture. He's not even in the town, he's three nautical miles away from the nearest port, always overlooking a populace that he supposes he can never be a part of.

Dazai finds that this esoteric ward he does not acknowledge offers more surprises than creeping loneliness. When the body of a man washes up on his beach, it seems that fortune has offered him a hand in repairing a piece of himself he has come to tolerate through the eyes of someone who has no idea what it means to be a human.

where your loyalties lie by writingfromtheshadows

Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.

Always Yours by orphan_account, Wellthathappened (Cataclysmic_Calamity)

AU where Dazai has been betrothed to Chuuya since they were both children—an arrangement that never particularly interested him—until their wedding night, when he sees the omega’s face for the first time.

Yokohama Blue by the_most_happy

“There’s a shade of blue one can only find in Yokohama.”

Dazai Osamu is thirty-three, a best-selling writer, the youngest winner in the history of a prestigious literary prize and an Alpha. He's a father, a genius and — some say — a disappointment.

Nakahara Chuuya is twenty-five. He's the only Omega in his publishing course, and his second gender made a fighter out of him. He's an overachiever, a brother, a friend. He just wanted his favorite writer to notice him.

[Or: That literary soulmate AU where everybody suffers]

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt

After Hirotsu gives them their offerings, they exchange rings, and Dazai never, not once, breaks eye contact even as they're instructed to kiss. Chuuya expects a wet tongue in his mouth as some sort of demonstration of dominance, so he's surprised when Dazai's hand lifts to cover them both, and the only thing that's pressed to his lips — the corner of them, to be precise — is a dry, fleeting kiss.

And then it's done.

Chuuya is officially, irrevocably married to the one and only head of the mafia.

Or, an AU in which king of the sheep Chuuya has to marry port mafia boss Dazai to get one of his people out of jail.

Vicious Instincts by borntoshine

After all, rumors say Port Mafia is just a metropolitan legend, right? ---

Chuuya is proud of being an omega, but genuinely naive when it comes to the real world out there. When he's called for an internship at the PM group, Chuuya believes that he's finally getting the job of his dreams. Little does he know that accepting the offer will eventually change his life forever, but not exactly how he imagined it would: no matter how hard he tries, instincts cannot be tamed.

--- I want you to be mine. Selfishly, thoughtlessly, mine.

(this one's ongoing)

If Anything Happens, I Love You by the_most_happy

Soukoku’s partnership was crafted with care. One day, the Gravity Manipulator and the Demon Prodigy would marry and breed extraordinary children. In more ways than one, Soukoku was the perfect arranged marriage.

Until Dazai left. 

Being abandoned by his mate left in Nakahara Chuuya more than one wound — physical and psychological. Four years of silence and loneliness messed him up; he knows it and, most importantly, Dazai knows it. Until Chuuya finds himself pregnant during the truce between Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia.

Torn between instinct and his role as an executive, forced to let an old partner back in his life, the omega is left with just one torturing doubt: how long will Arahabaki allow this child to live before Corruption takes over.

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

Wrapped up in You by quinnlocke

Chuuya just wants to get through his day as a reptile expert, but there's a bandaged lunatic in his reptile house trying to get murdered by his snakes.

Saving the man's life is a courtesy, taking him home is just asking for trouble.

in these hallowed halls by saffroncassis, StormDew2

“Shit,” Chuuya says. “You’re… actually real?” “As real as I can be, like this.” “You’re not a hallucination.” Chuuya’s heart is caught in his throat. “You’re an entire, real, ghost.” Dazai frowns at him. “We just went over this. Can’t you freak out later?”

Once diagnosed with the same terminal illness that killed his mother, Chuuya visits the manor of Dr. Mori Ougai in hopes of a miracle. He ends up involved with a deadly mystery and a gorgeous ghost instead.

Baby Executive by BlowingYourMind

Dazai's normally boring morning was shattered when a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around his knees and big azure eyes blinked up at him partnered with a stupidly happy grin.

Or

Chuuya is hit with an ability that reverses his age.

He's got a dream by BlowingYourMind

Dazai blinked once, twice, three times, to clear the dots from his vision, and once they subsided he was met with fiery red hair and a beautiful goddess glaring down at him.

Then with those beautiful goddess hands of hers, she lifted her pan and hit him in the face.

And over the span of the next few days, Dazai would find out that this beautiful goddess was not in fact a girl, but the crowned prince Chuuya Nakahara, and that he didn't need to be a beautiful goddess for Dazai to fall in love with him.

OR

A Soukoku Tangled AU.

i have saurrrrr many of these, so i'll continue in the next part.

stay tuned

xoxo

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drarry fic recs - Hogwarts Eighth Year pt. 2

i have a lot of these hehe, so part 2

lessgoooooooooo

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

Ex Nihilo (And Other Feats of An Untrained Veela) by Kandakicksass

Ever since returning to Hogwarts, Harry has had nothing to do with Draco Malfoy, who exists at the bottom of the social ladder and is just trying to survive their "eighth year."

One veela presentation (and Harry's natural resistance to veela allure) changes all of that.

Lumos by birdsofshore

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Storm in a Teacup by Faith Wood (faithwood)

For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well.

Nice Things by aideomai 

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (faithwood)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Through the Looking Glass and What Draco Found There by magpie_fngrl

Draco discovers the Mirror of Erised is a portal and he enters an alternate reality where your deepest desires come true. Or how Draco found himself in the world of his dreams and Potter had to come and ruin it.

when evil blooms by thedoomofvalyria

Harry wanted a normal 8th year, but the mysterious and beautiful flowers growing around the castle have other ideas. They're up to something. And so is Draco Malfoy.

Nyctophilia by red_leonne

Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

Every New Beginning by fencer_x

“You curl your lip and wrinkle your nose and sneer and call me Saviour, yet you only seek my help at the eleventh hour. That’s what’s fucked up, Malfoy.” || Draco Malfoy is dead, and Harry is absolutely totally fine with that.

White Lies by cassisluna

Draco drinks a potion that makes him know if a person is lying, and Harry, apparently at fault that Draco is this way, is forced to 'help' him with the effects of the potion. For the first time, they deal with each other with no lies to hide behind.

Sod Off Potter. by Bellad0nna

When Harry wakes up to a strange voice invading his head he feels as if he should be far more surprised and concerned than he actually is. Although it's to be expected at this point, after all there is always 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 wrong and it almost always involves Malfoy.

Or that one where Draco and Harry find themselves connected through some kind of ancient legilimency bond and decide to work together to figure it out. Love ensues.

Hungry by birdsofshore

The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.

the in-betweens by derekmaliknurse

A tale of inter-house unity, Dirty Dancing, the various charms of certain Gryffindors and the Slytherins who fall for them, and Celestina Warbeck, in which Harry James Potter shares a room with one Draco Malfoy and despite seven years of past seething hatred, has the time of his life.

i have more of these, stay tuned mwah

xoxo

link to pt. 1

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drarry fic recs - Hogwarts Eighth Year

one of my most LOVED drarry settings everrrrrr. the redemption. the angst. the hesitant friendship. the enemies to lovers typa thing idk. AHHHHH. so yummy, imma eat it up

i consider these THE CLASSICS, everyone needs to read them ASAP.

Oxytocin by WouldItWere

Draco Malfoy cannot sleep. If he keeps going like this, he will go mad, or die, or both.

For some reason, though, he can sleep whenever Harry Potter is with him. And Harry Potter is nothing if not a helper to those in need.

To Hurt and Heal by cassisluna

They say that everybody who gets out of Azkaban comes out a little mad. After the war, Draco Malfoy spends three months in Azkaban. He just wants to go insane in peace, but Harry Potter finds that he, inexplicably, still can't leave Draco alone.

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

Mental by sara_holmes

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation by DorthyAnn

The terms of Draco’s probation require him to finish his final year of schooling, he just wants to survive with what little dignity he has left, in face of students that hate him, falling behind on his school work, and all the strange fevers and weakness and changes… that only seem to be getting worse.

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.

Strange Bathfellows by bixgirl1

It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.

Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he's falling in love.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by artistic_license

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

there is a chance that you might have read these but i really love them and it only felt right to document that? i hope i make sense

love ya, hope you enjoy this!

xoxo

pt.2

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jjk fanfic recs - Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure

(AKA one of my favourite tags EVERRRR)

I will ALWAYS eat this up. The father-son relationship. YES. spectacular, gimme 14 of them right now. THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE, MY LORD.

blue surrendering to gray by Insomniac_with_dreams

“Yo, Satoru,” Nobara calls suddenly. Satoru’s eyes shift from Yuji to focus on her and he grins.

“What’s up?”

“What’s going on with your eyes?”

Eyes? Megumi turns to look at Satoru, squinting at his face.

“Ah,” Satoru says quietly, smiling as he reaches up to touch the tips of his fingers right under his left eye.

“They’re turning gray,” Nobara says. She puts her beer down, and so does Megumi, vaguely concerned. Yuji makes a little choked off sound.

“Holy shit, are you going blind?” Yuji barks, never one for subtlety. Megumi flinches, and Satoru laughs. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, pulling the soft white cardigan he’s wearing down over his wrists.

“That might happen. Doctors say there’s like a forty percent chance.”

Megumi stares at him, “Dad, what the fuck?”

or, time goes on and Satoru begins to age.

(i will never not cry when i read this)

houses like tombs by Insomniac_with_dreams

“Hello, is this Megumi Fushiguro?”

It’s a man’s voice.

“Yes,” Megumi says. “Who is this?”

“Ah, forgive the multiple calls, but I have some very important business to discuss with you. I’m Kenji Tajiro, Satoru Gojo’s lawyer.”

A week later Megumi is sitting in a clinically white and sleekly modern office building in the heart of Tokyo. Jennifer is at his feet, alert, her leash held loosely in Megumi’s grasp. Yuji is sitting on his right, leg bouncing and clad in his “nicest pair of joggers”. He has Megumi’s other hand nearly crushed in his grip. The dog is alert, Yuji is a ball of nerves.

Megumi feels nothing.

I'm Learning About the Meanings of Words I Don't Know by HotCocoaaa

If he’s asked, Fushiguro Megumi will say he doesn’t have parents. 

“He was always this real grumpy guy, yeah?” Yuuji had said a week ago, a corner of his mouth ticking up. “Like, total geezer. I’d go to visit him all the time, and I’d bring flowers and nice stuff to cheer him up, and he’d just yell at me to, ‘get gone, boy! Quit bringing me shit and go and do something worthwhile!’”

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he admits, small, timid, and knows Satoru doesn’t believe him one bit by the way his face does something complicated. A smile, a grimace, a wince.

“Of course not,” he says, and it sounds just as unsteady as Megumi feels.

Sometimes, he hates himself.

"To Chase" by diggingupthegrave

Megumi has never thanked the man who raised him.

Strawberry Avalanche by Insomniac_with_dreams

Satoru came into Megumi’s life smelling like synthetic strawberry. It’s his gum, snapping between his teeth as he grins down at Megumi over the dark rims of his glasses. He’s never without the fruity candy. Has a pack of it tucked into his back pocket that he pulls out every few hours to refresh the light pink wad he pulls out of his mouth and sticks in inappropriate places. Megumi wrinkles his nose, leaning back dramatically, kicking out at his shin. Satoru steps back fluidly, laughing, reaching down to rub his hand into the top of Megumi’s head.

A Father That Stepped Up by fallen_leaves

For a second, he wonders what he'd actually call him. A guardian? Or perhaps just a caretaker?

To anyone else they might look like a family but he knows that can't be it because Megumi doesn't know what the word family means. What he does know is that people lie and people leave. And it's only a matter of time before Gojo leaves too, right? So he knows not to get too attached and he knows not to expect him to stay forever. And though Megumi might know a lot of things, he doesn't know Gojo Satoru yet.

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Little snippets of Megumi's childhood.

The Man Who Knew Infinity by fallen_leaves

He was sixteen when a spear shoved through his throat and seventeen when his best friend's words pierced through his heart. At eighteen, Gojo Satoru vowed to never let anyone in again.

Or; Satoru doesn't let his infinity down. Little Megumi wonders why. He'll gladly take on the challenge to get Satoru to turn off his infinity, even for once, within a week.

Head-strong and stubborn? Wonder whom he takes after.

Mirror by Ellafaye

In which Megumi is just like his father.

OR...

Three times someone else told Megumi about how similar he and Gojo are, and the one time Gojo saw it for himself.

Of migraines and space adventures by TimeExperiencer

Gojo is sick and little Megumi - still trying to figure out what it means having Gojo in his life - does not know how to handle this situation.

...least of all when the guy tries to pull him into a conversation. But Megumi's trying his best.

Fluffy moments, unprompted life advice, and a discussion about space octopuses ensue.

another day, another breath by yumex0010

It takes a bit more soft coaxing, until Megumi finally peeks over the covers. His eyes are red-rimmed, and the tip of his nose glows pink in the moonlight.

Gojo’s heart stammers. Megumi had been crying. The emotionless, bratty kid that had stubbornly squeezed past the iron defences of Gojo’s heart, has been in pain and is crying.

“Megumi,” Gojo says softly, at a loss for words.

At this time of the night, in this mood, with sleep dragging the vowels of his words into something quiet and raspy, Gojo can’t find the energy to joke. Instead, he leans in, hands ready to scoop the little boy up and hide him from the rest of the world. Then, he stops. Megumi probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

The first words that come out of Megumi’s mouth are unexpected. “I’m a bad person.”

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or: Megumi is hurt, and Gojo does his best to take care of him. Cue a night of trembling hands, dinosaur bandaids, and glow-in-the-dark stars.

could it shine down here with you? by nothingsnew

“Dad.”

He whispers, the word slipping out from his lips so naturally that it hurts him.

or..

the five times megumi 'accidentally' called gojo 'dad' (or didn't mean it) and the one time he did it on purpose

Pottery with Gilded Cracks (Or the Dust it Becomes) by Crescent_River

“Oh.” It clicks. Well, that explained a lot. “I didn’t know Gojo Sensei had a son.”

Megumi looks at him, stunned as silence hangs heavily in the air, hand falling away from his face at last.

“Wait a second,” he raises his hands. “I think there has been some sort of mistake-”

...

Five times Megumi is mistaken for being Gojo's son (despite the 'truth') and one time he accepts that he is

this is all i have for now, hope you like it

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