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coldbrewcalico on AO3 | hp multi-shipper

[dinosaursatemydad]

just a quick lil doodle of them

[coldbrewcalico]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: modesty | wc: 55

“You look different today…”

“Different, good?” Potter asks hopefully.

Draco hums in thought, looking him up and down.

“Aha! You've buttoned your shirt to the top. You look ridiculous.”

“But you say I look like a slag the other way. I thought I'd try something new.”

“Turns out modesty doesn't suit you. Please fix it.”

[thelockedcircle]

quick comic practice using my favourite moment from @happyholigayss 's anyone but you

[coldbrewcalico]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: bound | wc: 60

“Auror Potter,” Draco spat, giving a half-hearted tug to the restraints on his wrists.

"I presume you know why you're here?”

Draco took in Potter's crisp Auror robes and his hand-mussed hair, delighting in the dichotomy.

“Depends on what you've found.”

“This is going to be a long night,” Potter sighed.

“I sure hope so,” Draco said with a smirk.

[coppercatbird]

Never again

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: butt | wc: 100

Harry’d been using magic, but the last one deserved his full attention. He crouched to pick up the cigarette, stubbed out days ago.

Everything had changed. 

Harry rolled the paper and foam between his fingers, remembering. Draco, sneaking into Harry’s garden at parties. Later, Harry following.

Harry sighed. Never again would he find Draco in that aristocratic slouch. Never again would he watch those lips purse as Draco cupped his hands round the tip. Never again would—

“I didn’t die, I quit, you maudlin freak,” Draco drawled, voice amused.

Harry dropped the cigarette into the bin, smiling.

Never again—forever.

[supmilger]

⚡🍏

[coldbrewcalico]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: butt | wc: 110

Draco fell speechless at the sight before him. He was in the middle of talking to Pansy when Potter had walked in and stole the breath from his lungs.

A white shirt, see-through enough to still see his chest hair, stopped at his navel where a generous strip of sun-tanned skin teased Draco relentlessly.

To make matters worse, Potter also wore the most scandalous pair of muggle jeans Draco had ever seen. The material hugged his thighs, and when Potter turned for the bar, he noticed they only further highlighted other... assets.

“Close your mouth. You're gaping like a fish,” a voice unhelpfully supplied from his left.

“Am not,” Draco lied.

[substellaris]

Auror harry

[alixvander]

“Why were you smiling at the girls just now?”

Sorry but jealous Harry? Give me 10 of those right now

[flymetosnarryland]

Late but... happy birthday Harry ɷ◡ɷ

[supmilger]

a summer day

[darkomillefeuille]

[valentinel-draws]

Ugly harry ice cream

I think there would be harry Merch or Harry theme stuff everywhere and Drays finds that really funny

harry wants revenge

[nsasquith]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: Inclined | wc: 381 | rated: M

Breathless and spent, Draco tumbles down onto the bed. He’s laughing. A real, genuine laugh. He turns his head and finds Harry beside him, flushed and amused and a little bewildered.

The reason why sits on Harry’s finger.

A gold band.

The only thing he’s wearing.

“So?” Draco asks, shifting to face him properly.

“So what?” Harry counters.

Draco is in no mood to draw the process out. He crowds into Harry’s space, nipping gently at the sweat-slick skin of his neck, then soothes the sting with a kiss.

Against his ear, he says, “You’re wearing it.”

Harry looks at him, eyes half-lidded. “So I am.”

“I’m going to presume, then.” Draco takes Harry’s hand, draws it up, kisses the ring he had slotted onto his finger half an hour ago, then holds it tight.

“Presume?”

“That you’re saying yes. You didn’t say it earlier.”

Harry’s lips twitch. “You didn’t exactly give me the chance.”

“Is it a yes, Harry?” Draco presses.

He knows it is. It has to be.

How can it not be after everything? After the war and the trials, after both of them becoming Aurors, after the fights and the arguments, after the shared drinks where absolution was found at the bottom of a pint glass and resurrection between the sheets.

How can it not be yes, when even after all that, they spent months denying themselves the joy and love of each other because they both felt like they didn’t deserve it?

Harry tightens his fingers around Draco’s.

He tilts his head, fondness written plainly across his face. “I’m inclined to acquiesce.”

“Inclined to acquiesce,” Draco repeats mildly. “Wow. Swallowed a thesaurus, did you?”

“Swallowed something,” Harry mutters, arching a brow. “Swallowed your brain through your—”

Draco pinches his waist. Harry laughs, and then Draco is tickling him properly, ruthless with it, fingers digging into every vulnerable place he knows by heart.

“Draco—fuck—stop—”

“Answer the question.”

“I did!”

“You used four syllables too many.”

Harry squirms beneath him, panting and helpless and wearing Draco’s ring.

“Yes,” he gasps at last. “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you.”

Draco stills and for a moment, the room goes quiet around them. Then Harry reaches up, cups Draco’s face, and smiles.

“Since you’re so inclined to ask.”

[draykray]

Feeling sappy about found family lately 🥹

[coldbrewcalico]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: incline | wc: 150

Harry was diligently washing the dishes when he felt Draco move in and snake his arms around his middle, hot breath ghosting across his neck. 

“Yes, love?” Harry asked, inclining his head to the side. Draco’s lips found their mark, placing lazy kisses while Harry continued to scrub.

“You’re taking too long,” Draco whined, his hands travelling lower and lower until Harry’s breath hitched and knuckles blanched around a dinner plate.

“I’m almost done, Draco,” Harry breathed.

“Oh, I think you’re done now,” Draco teased. 

“Am I?” His cheek was rewarded with a squeeze that tore a groan from his throat.

Harry’s head fell back to Draco’s shoulder with a heavy sigh and a curl to his lip. The dishes could wait, Draco’s greed could not. 

Turning fully, Harry captured Draco’s lips in a languid kiss, his soapy hands threading into blond strands, and apparated them upstairs to their bed.

[plantbvn]

Arles