jegulus death drarry birth
If Draco had lingered a moment more... he would have caught Potter looking back.
Oh, this is perfect. I'm on a mission to discover more music lately so thank you, @valoale for the tag! You weren't kidding when you said yours was a rollercoaster (delighted), and now I've got new songs to add in my playlist.
You Are Involve - T.S.
Snap Out of It - Arctic Monkeys
Perfume - Lovejoy
Gasoline - HAIM
Everybody’s Changing - Keane
O Children - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
That's Why I Gave Up On Music - Yorushika
Center Stage - Indigo Girls
Damage Gets Done - Hozier, Brandi Carlile
I’m Your Man - Wham (All NMTB’s fault)
Tagging @scoopdapolp, @itsphantasmagoria, @pl0tty, @maesterchill & @starquestingfordrarry (only if you want to / please disregard if you've been tagged.)
Shuffle Your On Repeat 10 Times!
Much appreciated tag, @stationintern thank you! 💕
1. Good Riddance - Green Day
2. Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal
3. Pierre - Ryn Weaver
4. Let There Be Love - Oasis
5. I’m Not Okay - Weathers
6. The King of Wishful Thinking - Go West
7. Sugar, we’re goin’ down - Fall Out Boy
8. Every Breath You Take - The Police
9. Can I Get It - Adele
10. The Path - HIM
Tagging: @toxik-angel, @forget-me-lilacs, @sightedkarma, @valoale, @iouanapple, @discoveredreality, @onehundredflamingos and @dearly-devoted-dawdler 💕
Tags: swim lessons, swimmer draco malfoy, curse breaker harry potter, life debt, mild D/s vibes, praise kink, fic with art
When he complains at the end that the back of his neck is cramping, Malfoy says it’s because he’s lifting his whole head straight up out of the water to breathe, like an idiot. Apparently, he should keep half his face submerged, possibly including half his open mouth as well, for efficiency’s sake. You’ll get used to it, he says. And of course, he’s got a drill for that. Facedown, Harry holds the wall and kicks. Muscles taut and thrumming, bubbles running out of his mouth, Malfoy’s fingers gentle at the back of his skull. When his warbled voice filters through the water: breathe, Harry dutifully turns his face to the side, heaves a great open-mouthed gasp like a fish, then plunges back into the cool, muffled cocoon, awaiting permission to surface on the other side. If he lifts his head instead of turning, Malfoy’s hand is right there, giving no quarter. When Malfoy’s touch recedes, Harry is spitting out chlorine, heart pounding and dizzy with shortness of breath. In the shower, lathering up the shampoo and rubbing it over his head, he can feel the ghost of Malfoy’s fingers there, the gentle pressure. Breathe. Malfoy’s hand, pressing on his skull. Malfoy’s voice, telling him just what to do. Breathe. Harry puts his head under the spray. He wraps a hand around his cock. When he emerges, Malfoy is already gone.
(rec by @mallstars)
an incredible collab with brilliant dynamics and gorgeous art!
just another dream.
After all, it’s only dream Potter who calls him by his name.
your art is actually beautiful
Literally me:
Today, get ready for some Brokeback-style pining and sexual tension, but this time with an HEA for Drarry ...
Stellaglas Mountain by @soliblomst Pairing: Draco x Harry Rating: M Length: 67 minutes Summary:
In the summer of 2004, Auror Harry Potter and Magizoologist Draco Malfoy are sent to the Stellaglas Mountains of Scotland to ensure the safety of two Qilins newly gifted by China. The problem: they haven't spoken since the end of the war and have no intention of doing so. Inspired by Brokeback Mountain.
This is so fucking funny. From Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu
Alright. I’m back.
My recent trip inspired some modern Drarry au with Passenger!Harry Potter and Cabin Crew! Draco Malfoy. Does anyone want to see finished wips soon? Just say yes and I shall deliver 🫡
“I’ve always thought your height came from your messy hair, Potter."
"Pity your wit disappeared along with your hair, Malfoy."
From my previous post, and more of that headcanon below:
Months after the war, their rivalry had somewhat softened, evolving into almost-amicable banter and mischief. Once, the Great Hall burst into laughter as two ball-shaped heads wandered the castle. This was a punishment from McGonagall during Transfigurations class, when Harry's misfired spell hit Draco's head, prompting swift retaliation. Surprisingly, Draco kept his buzzcut the next morning, and some days more.
Later, as a couple, Harry would sometimes wake up to see Draco's near-perfect oval head and feel a pang of longing for his platinum-blonde locks. They had always framed his face perfectly, but Harry loved this no less: the feel of his hands over Draco's prickly scalp, the change in the planes of his head, and the barely noticeable ridge from a scar on his temple.
When Draco woke, he’d always tell Harry why he shaved his hair. Sometimes though, Draco would keep to himself, lost in thought as he smooths a nonexistent strand over his ear. During these moments, Harry would find himself reaching for a muggle razor in their bathroom, and then returning to their kitchen with uneven patches. He’d always done a poor job, and Draco would mock him mercilessly before fixing it, a small grin forming on his lips.
“I’m still taller.”
“Only if you tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Fine.”
it’s k and i kinda draw art on ao3 | sketches here and on twthink it’s a faulty askbox
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