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(some of my) Favourite Drarry Podfics

Ever since I found fanfiction, I’ve been a huuuge sucker for podfics. I’m listening to stories all the time when I can’t actually read them; when I’m doing groceries, sitting on a bus, knitting, doing house chores, taking a walk… They always brighten my day and make boring duties feel so much easier, sometimes I even find myself waiting for being able to do the dishes, haha. I’m also always in awe of how talented the podficcers are and how they manage to make the stories alive in a completely new way with their presence.  

So, if you like podfics, I hope you find something to listen to from this list. Many of these podficcers have also recorded many more great podfics than I’ve mentioned on this list!

A Dark Place in Time || written by cutecoati, read by raitala || 55 min

What on earth was her son thinking, falling for Harry Potter of all people, Narcissa wonders. But after the death of her husband, she finds him useful in many, and sometimes surprising, regards.

A Fruit Tree in Winter || written by Bryoneybrynn, read by takola || 3 h 18 min

After failing in his task of killing Dumbledore, life doesn’t go as Draco expected. Sometimes just surviving takes everything you’ve got. And sometimes healing is something you can’t do alone. Story goes AU/AR from the end of Half-Blood Prince.

All Life is Yours to Miss || written by Saras_Girl, read by originally reads || 11 h 20 min

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.

An Owl Named Romeo || written by Rickey, read by fire_juggler || 3 h 16 min

Draco breeds owls, Harry’s an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.

Away Childish Things || written by lettered, read by RattleandHum || 14 h 15 min

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Beards, Booty Shorts, and Binaries || written by aibidil, read by RattleandHum || 47 min

Harry was hoping for a quiet day at the office, but Hermione and Draco are waging a war on discrimination with beards and skirts.

Because Potter Is Allergic to Poppies || written by Lomonaaeren, read by sisi_rambles || 4 h 11 min

Auror Harry Potter is in hospital being treated for a curse when someone tries to kill him. Obviously it is up to bored, trapped Apprentice Healer Draco, who was only admitted to the Healer Program in the first place to do the menial work, to find out who did it. Because then they will promote him. No, it’s for no other reason, thanks.

Catfished || written by Saras_Girl, read by Rindle || 3 h 26 min

Draco is in deep water, Harry can see straight through him, and that’s not even the full scale of the problem.

Checkmating || written by mahaliem, read by sisi_rambles || 1 h

In hopes of convincing Voldemort supporters to change sides, Ron decides that he and Harry should pair off with Slytherins.

Coffee || written by Writcraft, read by fire_juggler || 43 min

Sometimes it’s just a story about two wizards and a muggle coffee shop.

Come For Me || written by frayach, read by Queenie_Mab || 3 h 3 min

After Draco is paralyzed in an accident, he and Harry discover a new way to make love.

Dad Says|| written & read by GallaPlacidia || 3 h 54 min

Eleven-year-old Scorpius starts writing to Harry. Harry starts to fall in love with Draco through his portrayal in his son’s letters.

Featuring an extremely remorseful Draco living with muggles and working at a second-hand book shop, an isolated Harry, and a Scorpius who’s dreading going to Hogwarts because he knows he’ll be bullied there.

Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day || written by Faith Wood, read by sisi_rambles || 3 h 51 min

Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Drop Dead Gorgeous || written by Maya, read by heatherifics || 12 h 55 min

In which Harry finds out he is a veela.

Here’s the Pencil, Make It Work || written by ignatiustrout, read by teas_me  || 5 h 21 min

Harry thinks, “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run || written by waspabi, read by Lazulus || 9 h 26 min

‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

House Proud || written by astolat, read by Lazulus || 2 h 4 min

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

If the Fates Allow || written by Saras_Girl, read by lastontheboat || 8 h 10 min

What’s that crackling in the walls? Harry has no clue at all. He’ll eat some cake and drink some wine Because he is completely FINE.

–A story about life’s disregard for our plans.

[2017 advent story]

Keep Holding On || written by gnarf, read by Thunder_of_Dragons || 3 h 35 min

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget.

Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state.

Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry’s newest grand idea to make everything worse.

Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) || written by ICMezzo, read by CurseBound || 3 h 43 min

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all.

Let’s Pretend the War is Over || written by pir8fancier, read by raitala || 48 min

The war is over and Draco is alone, fighting demons of a different nature. This is obviously an AU by now. Written after “The Half-Blood Prince” came out.

Like Diamonds We Are Cut With Our Own Dust || written & read by raitala ||   1 h 9 min

Draco has borne the mark of the Dark Lord for over ten years. It is familiar to him, but he pays the price for it every day, and Harry has noticed.

Modern Love || written by tackytiger, read by lastontheboat || 5 h 30 min

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

No Shadow Taller Than Our Souls || written by khasael, read by seeking_semperfiona || 3 h 59 min

Auror Potter and Unspeakable Malfoy team up to investigate a series of missing persons, and it soon becomes apparent that Dementors are involved. Despite their initial misgivings, Harry and Draco find that they need each other’s help, in more ways than one.

On One’s Knees || written by pir8fancier, read by raitala || 3 h 6 min

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils

Warning: Bitter-sweet ending

Open for Repairs || written by FeelsforBreakfast, read by RattleandHum || 1 h  1 min

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.

Pieces of You || written by Janieohio, read by PhenomenalAsterisk || 1 h 22 min

Harry and Draco have moved in together, but Harry is hiding the truth of his childhood from Draco. Draco struggles to understand until a phone call from Harry’s estranged cousin changes everything.

Reparations + Foundations || written by Saras_Girl, read by 6shotamericano || 9 h 51 min + 27 h 20 min

Reparations: Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places. 

Foundations: When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications.

Running on Air || written by eleventy7, read by Tha_rin || 7 h 49 min

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Scaredy Cat || written & read by GallaPlacidia || 3 h 23 min

Draco is cursed and starts uncontrollably turning into a kitten whenever he’s stressed. There is, of course, only one logical solution: he must move in with Harry until they figure out how to break the curse.

Secrets || written by Vorabiza, read by Opalsong || 44 h 23 min

Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer becomes filled with activity and many secrets. He generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

Storm in a Teacup || written by Faith Wood, read by sisi_rambles || 51 min

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

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice || written by lettered, read by TheOneCalledEli || 5 h 52 min

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.

The Bucket List || written & read by GallaPlacidia || 2 h 40 min

Draco will die in six months if he can’t get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that’s not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!

Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can’t help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.

The Four Doors || written by fluxweed, read by lastontheboat || 4 h 55 min

It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain || written by Faith Wood, read by seeking_semperfiona || 2 h 10 min

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

The Next Twenty-Four Hours || written by Saras_Girl, read by JocundaSykes || 18 min

In twenty-four hours, the Ministry will take your life. Until then, I’m all yours.

The Price We Pay for Wings || written by frayach, read by raitala || 1 h 21 min

So the struck eagle, stretch’d upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View’d his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing’d the shaft that quiver’d in his heart.

~ Lord Byron

The Purpose of Rubber Ducks || written by renrenren3, read by teas_me || 1 h 44 min

Harry likes his job in the Office for the Regulamentation and Control of Interweb Publications well enough, but Malfoy’s being a git and making trouble as usual. Luckily Harry can go home and chat with his new friend, the anonymous comedy blogger who’s so popular with wizards and Muggles alike… Features Muggles, inter-office memos, house-elves, rubber ducks, 4am chats, and porn. Because that’s what the internet is for.

The World Thy Gaol || written by November Snowflake, read by sisi_rambles || 1 h 55 min

When Draco finds himself a pariah in Wizarding society after the war, he comes up with a whole new way to show his face in public. But he never expected Harry bloody Potter to want in on the plan.

Turn || written by Saras_Girl, read by Queenie_Mab || ~ 36 h 40 min

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

What We Pretend We Can’t See || written gyzym, read by FayJay || 12 h 49 min

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Tired of the angst, now manifesting this attitude from Crowley when Aziraphale shows up next in S3:

"SuPrEmE aRcHaNgeL AzIRaPhAle"

help me

what if, and hear me out: sanji one day grabs zoro's hand so they could run together away from some bad guy and zoro develops a dreadfully deep seated longing to hold sanji's hand (when he's not cooking ofc). it drives him insane. he cant sleep. sanji's hand is so Soft. Why??? Why does he want to feel it again??? he wants to yell into the sunset

they're sprinting through the streets, skidding into random alleyways and falling over each other as they try to outrun whoever's chasing them and sanji's laughing, head thrown back and eyes blue as the damn sky, his hair in absolute disarray. he's beautiful and his hand is warm and slim and strong around zoro's and it hits zoro like a fucking bullet to the heart.

the memory haunts him like a particularly persistent ghost. he closes his eyes and all he can think about is sanji's fingers laced with his, lightly calloused, nails filed down to a perfect glossy sheen and skin butter-smooth from the hand cream that the cook is so adamant about using. his laugh rings in zoro's ears like the echo of a bell, merry, taunting— the swordsman is half-sure he’s losing his mind. he is one more restless night away from climbing to the top of the main mast and hollering until he scares seagulls up into the air.

as it turns out, he does not go seagull scaring. he carries on and keeps an iron grip on his self-control and acts like nothing’s wrong, because nothing’s wrong! it’s all fine! it’s all fine, who, him? peachy fuckin’ keen.

…yeah, right.

sanji’s fingertips brush his and he nearly drops the plate he’s just taken. the cook hip-checks him out of the way and he damn near chokes on a breath. they spar and he almost dies, not just because of everything, but also because sanji gets his thighs around zoro’s neck in a chokehold and zoro just gives up. throws in the proverbial towel. he doesn’t even try to get out of it.

strong, slender fingers drag him by the ear back to the men’s cabin to pick up your fucking clothes, marimo, what is this? a pigsty? because it looks like one and it smells like one, do you really expect me to— and sanji cuts himself off, because zoro’s. picking up his clothes. he looks so bewildered at the lack of protest that zoro almost laughs, and he hides it by bending down to snag a pair of pants peeking out from under his bunk. (he decidedly does not laugh, because it has suddenly hit him that he’d probably do just about anything sanji asked him to. he might complain, sure, but he’d do it—

and that is a terrifying thought to entertain.)

the days carry on, and it doesn’t get any better; hell, zoro would say it gets so much worse. his heart seems to recognise every touch of sanji’s skin as cause to go absolutely fucking bonkers; chopper literally asks him if he has arrhythmia. it’s that bad. he tried to go to sleep and imagines sanji, one bunk up, in his bunk instead, his fingers tangled in flaxen hair, his free hand laced with sanji’s. he eats dinner and gets hit with a pang of desire to help with the dishes so strong that he almost stabs himself in the face with his fork. there is something wrong with him, he thinks profoundly, a familiar sense of gloomy dread spreading in his sternum as he rests his chin in his hand, like an oil spill marbled through with potent fondness.

they’re forced to get their shit together in the end but only because luffy manages to get them locked in the galley while franky is “too occupied” to get them out. (he isn’t. he’s sunbathing on the damn deck and absolutely in on the plan.)

zoro’s barely breathing as he goes up to sanji, eyes wild, and as soon as the cook looks at him he smacks a big fat kiss on his mouth and yells OKAY BYE. he’s seriously considering jumping out the window but someone snags his collar and yanks him back, pinning him in against the countertop.

“and where do you think you’re going?” sanji purrs, but it’s breathless. his eyes are sea-sky-sapphire blue, like the heart of a flame, and zoro is the stupid little moth that was too damn dumb to fly away when he could and now he’s in the thick of it and he’s burning up, smoke drifting like it always did from the tip of sanji’s cigarette.

the edge of the counter digs into his back. “nowhere,” he breathes, and it’s a lie and too much of the truth all at once. anywhere away from here. nowhere away from you. nowhere i can’t find you. nowhere you can’t follow.

sanji sucks in a trembling breath, electric eyes searching for something in zoro’s face, and he must find it because the next moment zoro’s being kissed within an inch of his life and the only thought in his head is yes, yes, yes. finally. yes.

they walk out red-faced, hair mussed, clothes twisted, avoiding all eye contact and immediately darting off to opposite ends of the ship with mumbled excuses.

zoro’s mouth is kiss-bruised and his head is spinning. his hip aches where he’d banged into the edge of the table. his heart aches where he’s finally let go of the wound he’d been holding shut for ages because now it’s bleeding afresh and sanji hasn’t stitched it up yet.

(but that night, as he lays awake heavy-limbed and staring at the bottom of a bunk, long legs swing over the side. sanji drops down, angling himself to land on zoro with a soft oof.

they talk. it is easier, somehow, when they cannot see each other— but zoro knows those blue, blue eyes are on him. he feels them slip shut, lashes dragging against the pad of his thumb as he tilts sanji’s face for another kiss; softer, this time. gentle. a banked flame flickering in the hearth, warmth and not destruction.

they fit together like their hands do, puzzle-piece natural, and it feels like coming home. zoro hasn’t known home in a very, very long time.

he buries his face in silky, sweet-smelling hair and falls asleep with sanji’s pulse thrumming beneath his palm.

come morning, he wakes to find the sheets twisted around them, a dull ache blooming across his shin— sanji’s a kicker. being privy to this information delights him an unreasonable amount.

the cook stretches with a loud yawn, arms falling to rest around zoro’s neck as he rubs his socked feet together. “come make breakfast with me,” he mumbles, the words muffled against zoro’s shoulder—

and zoro finally lets himself laugh, lets it bubble out of him like champagne, a rumble in his chest. “sure, curly. five more minutes.”

he feels impossibly light. five minutes turn into ten, and ten into twenty. they both fall back asleep. their captain will have to settle breakfast himself for the day; their cook’s hands are, unfortunately, otherwise occupied.)

Mugiwara Pride Boys :)

Holy fucking shit it's back the best boi is back I'm so excited to listen to this sass aaaaaaaa

Dis is so cutee

Old and new gifts.

(timeline)

i am begging everyone to watch this video right now

GREEN DAY vs. homophobia in the early 90’s