“He’s Getting Distracted, He Realises. It’s Malfoy, He Thinks—the Smell Of Him, So Near—and

Hi! 11 & 25 for the love your fandom ask if you’d like to!

P.S. I just want to say that The Full Monty was one of my very first drarry reads and it’s been living in my head rent-free ever since. Shortly after I’ve binged on your other works (The Dare, dirtynumbangelboy, The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy and A Perfectly Normal Reaction), all of which had made me feel a l o t of things but I don’t think i could ever be eloquent about it so thank you so much for these gobsmacking works!! ♥︎

Hello! Thank you for the very kind words about my fics!! I'm thrilled you enjoyed them and very grateful for your lovely praise! You've made my day <333

I answered 25 here.

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

What a fab question! It's so hard to choose, though, because I see something in each fic that I'm proud of. Could be the premise or a funny line or the mood of the piece. There's always something.

But as a story on the whole, I'm proudest of dirtynumbangelboy and 9 ½ Days. They're my longest fics and I'm pretty happy with how they turned out. I had a vivid image of certain scenes in both fics and I was really eager to write them down. Comments suggest they worked for the readers too. I also really like the hand-touching scenes in dnab and the first kiss in 9 1/2 days.

The fics differ in that dnab was written almost in a fever dream, in a hurry to meet the Erised deadline. The Cornwall fic (9 1/2 days) took five (5) years. But both are a great example of my writing and my views/ideas/headcanons and imagination.

love your fandom asks

second chances can only get you so far

The Bravest Man Harry Knew was Seanmus fucking Finnegan actually, who spent the time everyone else was summer vacationing from the wizarding war by going home from being a Half-Blood at Hogwarts to being a fucking Irish Catholic during the Troubles and still found time to bring his black boyfriend home to meet his Da

WIP Snip

Ok so i have mostly finished the long WIP I've been working on for nearly three years. In fact, I'm most of the way through editing the whole thing (all 240k) with only two short scenes left to write. So happy to finally be here! Here's a quick snip of a Hermione POV scene where Draco is helping Harry snd Hermione to escape and she needs to injure him so he looks as though he fought them... it makes sense in-universe i swear.

Draco was still too close to Harry, but Hermione went over to him anyway, arranged him carefully in the dim light so she could be sure that she wouldn’t cause any permanent damage. 

“Hold still,” she instructed him, and raised her wand hand. Draco flinched, then flushed. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I know I’m not very brave about this sort of thing.  I don’t like being at the wrong end of anyone’s wand. Anyway, go on. I’m ready now.”

“Here, let me,” Harry offered, and pushed past Hermione gently. Draco didn’t flinch when Harry lifted his wand, she noticed with irritation, just shook his hair back and smiled brightly. 

“Hello again,” he said to Harry cheerfully, and Harry rolled his eyes fondly and cast with ruthless precision, a vicious Diffindo that tore right through the stupid gauzy shirt Draco was wearing, and opened him up, shallow but nasty-looking, across the meatiest part of his chest, far from any dangerous areas, and then hit him with a quick Incutio that was going to give him a whopper of a shiner. Even weak like this, Harry was terrifying.

“Fucking… ow!” Draco rubbed at his cheekbone resentfully. “Warn a fellow, next time.”

And then from outside they heard the distant rattle of gravel, some angry-sounding voices, and it was all horribly real again. Hermione doused the Lumos instantly, blinking into the blackness, suddenly and newly furious with Harry and his stupid infatuation.

Even now they were whispering to each other, and as her eyes adjusted she could see that Draco had Harry’s face between his hands, and Harry was kissing him, first Draco's mouth and then the palm of each hand, like there was nothing more important in the world.

Draco had looked at him and wondered if it was worth growing up and meeting new people if he would never love any of them as much as he loved Harry.

When We Were Angels || Drarry - Orphanage AU

i adore being confronted with the staggering breadth of what individual people can get obsessed with. there's nothing better than having That One Mutual with an advanced degree in ancient greek tragedy who writes minecraft youtube fanfiction to remind you that anyone can love anything

I needed to remind myself that this is a drarry blog

chicken scratch

Above all, boop thy enemy

This actually happened in the last movies