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Post #25📗
Jueves 23 de mayo💚
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from the beautiful fic by aideomai, In The Hand
in which there are multiple harrys and multiple dracos from multiple universes and these two little boys stole my heart.
Dior | Spring/Summer 2021 Couture
The orbs of fire, water, thunder, air and darkness. Edit 3 & 6 by Daniele Valeriani.
The amazing digital art of Quentin Mabille
‘Long live king Laurent of Vere!’
Yes! Okay! I thought I’d never draw a fanart for Captive Prince but here I am proved wrong yet another time;) So here it is our precious son in all his shining glory:)
But! I’ve not read The adventures of Charls the Veretian cloth merchant yet (just excerpts here on tumblr):< So here is the deal: if you buy me an e-book (at the moment I don’t have a convenient way of purchasing it) I’ll draw you your favourite character from Captive Prince^^ sooooooo anyone interested? (write me a pm)
good night
my page https://vk.com/shoiachan
um!! i challenged myself to write smth abt nonsexual intimacy in 500 words n here it is 😔✌️(u can also find it in my oneshot collection on ao3)
His fingertips pass delicate over the ridges of Draco’s teeth; only in this way can he feel the subtle irregularities, the misshapen bumps and valleys in all that unyielding enamel. He wonders if this is what it would feel like if he reached inside Draco’s body and touched his bones.
He presses down on Draco’s tongue, slimy and wet and firm over muscle: unlike his teeth, it yields easily. Coated with spit, he drags them over a slightly swollen lip, smears it across his chin and down his neck and watches it glisten against skin as white as a winter moon.
“You’re skin,” says Harry. He dips his wet fingers into the hollow of Draco’s clavicle. He trails them down his arm, over a slightly rough elbow where the skin is dry and flaking. He touches the skin under Draco’s shirt, stretched across his hip bones; over his abdomen, where the skin is decorated with old scars and adds texture. “Miles of it.”
“What else?” Draco asks.
“Teeth,” says Harry. He touches them again, the canines which are a little too long, the molars with their subtle bumps and valleys. He counts them. “You’re thirty-two teeth.”
Do you like them? Draco’s eyes ask.
“I love them,” says Harry. He does. He slides his finger along Draco’s pink gums, across his lips. He touches his nose and says, “You’re a pointy nose.”
“You’re a wide nose,” Draco says. “What else am I?”
“Hair.” He touches Draco’s hair. It’s whiter than his skin and just long enough to reach his ears and curl over the cartilage. “You’re silver hair. Like a unicorn tail.”
“My wand has unicorn tail hair.”
“I know,” says Harry. Draco smiles sleepily. “Suits you.”
“Tell me more.”
“You’re feet,” Harry tells him. He bends Draco’s leg and lifts his foot, and he kisses the arch. He hasn’t examined many feet, but he thinks Draco’s must be the softest. Then he kisses the sharp ankle bone. “And skinny ankles.”
This time Draco laughs. “You are too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Draco says. “And knobby knees.”
“Knobby knees,” Harry echoes, grinning. “You’re clean fingernails.”
“You’re bitten fingernails,” says Draco. He skims his lips over Harry’s fingers, and then his palm. “And rough hands and dark skin.”
“You’re light skin,” says Harry. He lifts Draco’s arm, kisses the steadily fading mark that is as much a part of his body as his clean fingernails and pointy nose. “And inside you’re blood and guts and atoms.”
Draco smiles, pleased, as if Harry has just recited back to him a secret they share. As if he’s the only one who knows what’s inside Draco’s body, because he’s the only one who’s been allowed to look.
“And you,” says Draco. Harry frowns.
“Me?”
“You’re inside of me,” he says. “With the blood and guts and atoms.”
Harry almost smiles, because it almost sounds corny: then he realises it’s not corny at all, and he stares at Draco a long time.
“You’re inside me too,” he says finally.
Under God’s Blanket | my_soulwax
Daddy Draco
Harry “business” Potter EDIT: added some changes
A pack of them an A L P H A P A C K
sick of my own skin
Draco Malfoy cute wallpapers
Draco Malfoy Dark wallpaper
take heart, for when Albion’s need is greatest; Arthur will rise again.
(ps. this is a cover for my merthur playlist 🌸)