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hi!! #14 & #90 for the trope mash-up if you want to? 👀♥︎

Fanfiction trope mashup - Bodyguard AU x Unexpected Virgin

I took this in a slightly different direction to what I was intending, but I quite like it!

Rating: M

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Malfoy slammed the door as he stomped in behind Harry, the rusty hinges squealing. “Do you have any idea–”

“Come off it, Malfoy, you pillock.” Harry rolled his eyes, delighting as the corner of Malfoy’s lips twitched. He sagged against the cool stone wall, trying to catch his breath for the first time in hours.

“I told you not to draw attention to yourself.” Malfoy tugged at his pale hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. He looked far older than his eighteen years, the seemingly endless months of war hanging heavy on his frame. He had lines now, between his arched brows and across his high forehead. They stood out when he hunched over a book as he read by candlelight, too nervous to cast a proper Lumos.

“I didn’t try to–”

Malfoy’s laugh was hollow. He fixed Harry with a look that displayed the fatigue and sadness lodged deep in his soul after so many losses. “You pulled your wand on Greyback. That–”

“I had to.” Harry’s words tripped over themselves. He clutched at the wall, breaths coming faster and faster, the echoes of the offensive spells fired at him and Malfoy still hot on the skin of his heels. “I couldn’t not, not after everything.”

“Then let me do it.” Malfoy’s voice was desperate, pleading. “I’m supposed to protect you. You can’t let me fail at this, Potter.”

“You don’t care about me,” Harry said, though he didn’t believe it. He saw how Malfoy looked at him now, had watched the fear and determination on his face when he threw himself between Harry and the oncoming spells.

“Sirius does.” Malfoy yanked at his jumper, tugging it over his head. There was no point in keeping it now, not in the state it was in; they’d have to burn it before nightfall. Before they moved on from there, to somewhere safer. Wherever that was. “And I can’t let him down, Potter. Not after everything he’s done for me.”

What about me? Harry wanted to ask. He ached to, needed to hear the answer out loud, that something that he felt from Malfoy every day, in each action he performed. What about what I’ve done? What about what you’ve done for me?

Malfoy’s tongue swept over his bottom lip. He looked at Harry then – really looked at him. “I’ve killed for you.”

“Yes,” Harry said. And I’d do the same for you.

Malfoy’s pale throat moved as he swallowed. “I’d do it again.”

“I know.”

“I would.” Malfoy’s gaze was heavy, his shoulders sagging. “But please don’t make me.”

And that was something that Harry couldn’t promise, no matter how much he wanted to. Malfoy knew that; Harry could see it in his face.

The rest of their clothes hit the floor, the threads of fabric standing on end, friction from the offensive spells caught in each strand.

Malfoy stared at the pile for a moment, jaw clenched tight. “We’ll have to burn them.”

“Not in the fireplace.”

“No. The bath.”

Harry gathered up their things, shuddering at the remnants of hostile magic that brushed against his skin. Every atom seemed to scream They’re here. He’s here. Come and get them.

The light of the fire danced across Malfoy’s face as they stood next to the tub, watching as their clothes burned. The scent of it was cloying, magic mixed with ash and charred polyester. Malfoy shuddered, wrapping his arms around his bare torso. Harry glanced at him only once, eyes dropping lower, cheeks heating.

Malfoy cleared his throat, the sound harsh against the backdrop of crackling flames. If Harry closed his eyes and listened, he could almost believe he was camping somewhere in the countryside, innocent and safe.

“We need to wash the magic off.” Malfoy’s tone was rough, like shoes on gravel. “I…”

“Together,” Harry said, before he could stop himself. He couldn’t go back downstairs and wait, ears straining for any sign of someone having followed them to that crumbling lighthouse on the edge of the world.

Malfoy nodded curtly, turning away when Harry looked at him.

They couldn’t turn the water on, just as they couldn’t activate any of the lights. Instead, they took turns holding Malfoy’s wand up, keeping a finger on it to activate the Aguamenti. Malfoy shivered, stepping closer to Harry as water sluiced over the planes of his torso. It shimmered, magic running down their skin and collecting at their feet. Droplets of water clung to Malfoy’s pale lashes as he turned to face Harry, blinking slowly. He didn’t flinch when Harry reached for him, not as he had the last time, the only other time Harry had tried.

“Draco,” Harry whispered, and Malfoy finally touched him back. He slid a hand round the back of Harry’s neck and tugged him in close, kissing him firmly. Their knees bumped in the cramped space, Malfoy’s fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, his breath a whisper.

Malfoy gasped, tipping his head back, when Harry wrapped a hand around the length of him. His legs shook, fingers clutching for any part of Harry he could reach. “I can’t … Potter, I haven’t … not before. Not ever.”

Harry kissed the confession from his lips, swallowing each of Malfoy’s moans, keeping him quiet so they wouldn’t be found. His bicep bulged, muscles straining with the effort of keeping Malfoy’s wand raised above their heads. He didn’t protest, didn’t ask to swap. He touched Malfoy slowly as Malfoy looked his fill, ran his fingers over another body for the first time.

“Please,” Malfoy whispered, legs shaking. “Fuck, I need…”

“Hold on to me,” Harry directed, tightening his grip and speeding up his strokes.

Malfoy clutched onto him and gasped, mouthing Harry’s name again and again against his damp skin. He said it out loud as he crested, Harry’s given name passing his lips for the first time as the smell of their burning clothes filled the air.

“Sirius is going to kill me,” Malfoy muttered against Harry’s shoulder, later, after they’d Apparated to a damp forest in Cumbria.

Harry wrapped an arm around Malfoy’s shoulders, holding him close. “Not if I do it first.”

His words rang loud in the quiet, a joke that didn’t so much as fall flat, but seemed to predict something, a future that neither of them wanted.

“Maybe,” Malfoy said. He pressed his lips to Harry’s throat, parting them and swiping his tongue across Harry’s skin. “But not if I do it first.”

Send me two tropes and I'll mash them together

one thing you won't know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn't matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.

My love letter to Modern Love by @tackytigerfic.

See the full art on AO3.

I don't usually dabble with colors or lineart (terrible at both, and I love the feel of semi-realism and greyscale), but with this piece, I knew I had to at least try.

Hi! 15 and 24 for the tropes mashup?

I’ve seen your previous post for the tropes mashup and it’s genius and hilarious!! drarry were so embarrassing for each other and your art makes everything 10x more compelling asdfgfhjkljsdk thank you!!

omg thank you ❤️

Here is 15 + 24, criminal AU and soulmate AU!

please forgive my clunky exposition for the box lmao

I drew our beloved Harry James Potter in various ages, with food! I always love it when he’s cooking or eating in fics.

Note: Third art is from my headcanon where they played pocky game (of course it was Draco who suggested it).

This one is on ao3 now, with something more! winks

View here

Inspired by none other than lqtraintracks’ Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not

“That alright?” line keeps repeating in my head. Help. I knew I had to project all the internal combustion into art when I read it last night. Consent. Is. So. Sexy.

Skybound: Chapter One

Drarry | Rated Teen and up | 9K words this chapter

Summary: No matter how much Harry Potter wanted to believe he’d left danger behind when the war ended, it found him again anyway. All he had to do was step out his own front door on a Tuesday morning. A Drarry re-imagining of Howl’s Moving Castle.

This story is completely written, edited, and ready to roll out! New chapters post Tuesdays and Fridays.

Tags: EWE, post-war, romance, HP canon setting plus Fire Demons, getting together, secret identities, curses, dark magic, house-elves, magical house, potions, banter, humor, light angst, disability, threats of violence, happy ending, off-screen mistreatment of magical beings, Harry as Sophie Hatter, Draco as Howl Pendragon

Notes: This love letter to one of my favorite stories was long in the making. While it was easy to envision Harry and Draco as Sophie and Howl, it was something of a challenge to translate the plot into the HP-verse while keeping the romance and humor that make Howl’s Moving Castle so beloved. In the end, I took my favorite parts of the film and Diana Wynne Jones’ novel, cut them into little triangles, and sewed them back together again. I hope the finished product still has some magic in it.

Many thanks to @babooshkart and @onbeinganangel for their input while I was brainstorming back in 2021, the folks on Tumblr and the Drarry Discord who kept me motivated through the home stretch with their enthusiasm for this project, and (most of all!) @nv-md for being a stellar beta reader and all-around trusty cowgirl when I put out the call.

Link to Chapter One on AO3

Coming tomorrow!

Pull on your seven-league boots! At long last, my Drarry re-imagining of Howl's Moving Castle will begin posting tomorrow, February 27! There are six meaty chapters (a total of about 60K words), completely written, edited, and ready to roll out. New installments will post on Tuesdays and Fridays. For those of you who prefer to wait for the whole enchilada, the final chapter will arrive on March 15.

Featuring: Harry as Sophie/Draco as Howl, a sassy house-elf apprentice, a Fire Demon who needs to make a bargain, a witch with a grudge, a house that floats in a cloud, some displaced spiders, and one very hairy disaster.

I hope you'll join me for the adventure!

Inspired by none other than lqtraintracks’ Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not

“That alright?” line keeps repeating in my head. Help. I knew I had to project all the internal combustion into art when I read it last night. Consent. Is. So. Sexy.

romantic soulmates: ok whatever

platonic soulmates: fair enough

antagonistic soulmates, where the universe has decided these people WILL forever cross paths and be in each others lives, whether they like it or not (and they very much do not): intrigued!

It’s just the messy hair (would run his hands on it), those ugly forest-green eyes (would stare at them all day) and his towering savior title that made him look taller. Really.

Previous Harry was supposed to be this but the beard and long hair just spilled out. Your reactions were lovely (and quite feral), and I share the same sentiment, folks. I really do.

Day 14: Dat Ass

Draco/Harry, M, 100 words For Day 14: @hdcandyheartsfest’s love letters + @drarrymicrofic's euphoria Also on AO3.

A haiku, from Draco to Harry:

Dat ass though, it is firmly the most gorgeous ass to ever exist.

Draco shakes his head and crosses out the first draft. Something isn’t right.

Your backside, it is plumper than peaches, sweeter than honey. Lovely.

Hmm… nope. Something is still missing. Draco crumbles the piece of parchment and tosses it carelessly on the ground.

Your arse is perfect; I cannot live without it. Please, sit on my face.

Oh, yes. Perfect. Draco attaches it to his owl’s leg and sends it on its way.

Now all he has to do is wait.

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Hey everyone,

I wanted to share something with you—a glimpse into my current (messy) process, like what I used to create this one. Click here.

If Draco had lingered a moment more... he would have caught Potter looking back.

If Draco had lingered a moment more... he would have caught Potter looking back.

Idk if I will ever move on, drarry is my comfort blanket in any times

touch starved harry and practiced casualness draco is nailed, taped, stapled, laminated, into my brain.

scene from: 9-1/2 Days by magpie_fngirl!

I just have to reblog this again on my main account. I’ve scrolled up to the very first thread, read all the shared words and appreciation, and I crumbled. I’ve never seen quite a fandom like this. It’s simply beautiful and I just feel happy to be here.

i debated for the longest time whether or not i'd do this. it's been a time. i've not created for fandom in what feels like ages and am truly going through the motions over my place here but, no matter what, there are people whose talent, wisdom, kindness and friendship keep my days bright and my spirits high.

so here's a (very incomplete, i started with ten fics and it just kept growing) shamelessly biased rec list. i picked one fic per category only but the way i see it, this is one author per category, to celebrate the many different ways we all write love. (also yes i included myself bc of self love or some shite idk)

lovely creators and friends, consider this the giant bouquet of flowers i bought you, the breakfast i brought you to bed, the teddy bear i won you at the fair, the chocolate covered strawberries i got sent to your work, the card i left in your locker, the velvet boxed jewellery you found under your pillow, the sloppy drunken fingering i gave you in the club loos, the song i requested the local radio station to play, the perfumed lipstick-printed love letter my raven left on your bed, etc etc (which is to say, whatever your preferred valentine's day activity is, i don't actually celebrate). thank you for inspiring me every day, so often in ways you don't even realise.

❗️love as adventure

i took a half, he took the whole thing—baby slow down by @fw00shy

🧪 love as chemistry

Slick by @slytherco

🦁 love as courage

Beneath the Wave by @moonflower-rose

⚠️ love as danger

Chasing Dragons by @the-sinking-ship

🙏 love as devotion

give me something to hold onto by @softlystarstruck

🏡 love as domesticity

Remembrall by @gryffindorhearts

⚖️ love as endurance

Cup of tea, love? by @orange-peony

🔮 love as fate

(Un)Happy Accidents by @lqtraintracks

🔥 love as fire

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads

🤝 love as forgiveness

Both Hands by @sweet-s0rr0w

💔 love as grief

Last Offices by @tackytigerfic

⬆️ love as growth

Nothing Left to Burn by @skeptiquewrites

🩹 love as healing

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon

✨ love as inspiration

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai

🤲 love as intimacy

peeled citrus (from twenty five days) by @babooshkart

💫 love as longing

Drive a Little Slower by @thesleepiesthufflepuff

💡 love as meaning

Water, Water by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

💪 love as perseverance

In My Solitude, Comes Our Rain by @opalesqueopioid

✴️ love as respect

Unseen by @jackvbriefs

🤍 love as sacrifice

Weapon of Choice by @lou-isfake

🧷 love as safety

Love has left a printed trace by @maesterchill

💌 love as tenderness

Just Stay by @nv-md

⚫️ love as tragedy

Free To A Good Home by @onbeinganangel

🕯️ love as trust

in a bind by @bonesliketambourines

🔍 love as understanding

For Old Times' Sake by @the-starryknight

☀️ love as warmth

Sunseeker by @shiftylinguini

Next Year

Next year, Draco and Harry will be in his flat, eating chocolate covered strawberries and letting the tension build between them slowly, daring the other to finally snap and whisk them off to the bedroom.

Next year, Draco won’t steadfastly ignore the pink and white decor covering every inch of Diagon Alley and the Ministry. He won’t decline one of the chocolates being passed around the office. He won’t shoot a silencer at the wireless for playing love songs.

But right now, he doesn’t know any of that.

This year, Draco picks up his favorite meal on the way home from work. He eats it while watching that show on the telly his coworker recommended. He calls Pansy on his new mobile, and they talk for hours; they laugh until they cry and cry until they laugh once more.

This year, Draco falls asleep. Next year, Draco will fall in love.

Mate check out this spectacular collab my heart is so full | See the pair here 🥺♥︎

Happy Valentine’s Day! To celebrate this day my awesomest friend @gotoemopunk and I collaborated to create a special drarry piece. Here's my side of the project. Make sure you go over to her blog too and give her some love ❤️

*** I read this fic once where Harry, after everything he’s been through, couldn’t help staying on guard at all times. Never to turn back. Always expect danger, and never lose focus. This idea just never left my head.

Hence, for Valentine’s Day I’ve decided to draw the Harry that is trusting. The Harry that stopped treating his close ones as a threat. The Harry that finally managed to leave the past in the past and see light in the future. Draco helped him with it ❤️

Have some smitten casual staring contest this Valentine’s day, everyone!

It’s just the messy hair (would run his hands on it), those ugly forest-green eyes (would stare at them all day) and his towering savior title that made him look taller. Really.

Previous Harry was supposed to be this but the beard and long hair just spilled out. Your reactions were lovely (and quite feral), and I share the same sentiment, folks. I really do.

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

That library scene with Harry’s headache | Brief Encounter by maraudersaffair

This part right here, and the entirety of the story destroyed me in every possible way. All those unspoken words and in-betweens, oh dear. Also, utterly glad to find kbrick’s post because they’ve nailed all the words I wanted to say about it. Dear @emsuemsu, you weren’t kidding about the hinny/ drarry dynamics here. And the last part. Devastating.

Drawing a scene from Draco and Harry's wedding. Tried doing a more realistic style, working on my digital painting skills. Took so long, but I'm pretty proud of this!

I finally made the cover for one of my favorite fanfics "The Ordeal of Being Known" by louisfake (@lou-isfake), which is currently being translated into Ukrainian by the wonderful DrAri!

Ah, this fic feels like going to therapy~ And the relationship between these two is developing nicely there~ I love it!

Link:

Link to the translation:

“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.”

“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.”

I’m having a lot of buzzcut drarry thoughts today.

spilled secrets (grimmauld roommates AU - part 2)

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