This is my Drarry page. I have been obsessed with this ship since I started reading fanfiction four years ago. I used to post stuff on a different page, but it was getting really cluttered from all the posts from my different ships. That is how "The Tales of Drarry" was born.
this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about
Fandoms: Let's see... drarry, drarry, and, um, drarry! I occccassssionallly dip my toe into Merthur (BBC) and Everlark for reading though!
Most popular multi-chapter fic: This is either my still unfinished 'Series' (really should have posted it as a multi-chaptered fic, I was new to AO3, be kind to my toddler self) The Final Straw, OR it's The Boy Who Lived (To Not Be a Boy), my first transfest piece (and probably the best bit of longer writing I've done)
Actual worst part of writing: Um... For me I think the initial draft? Just because I get really judgy about myself, and then struggle to get the words out, and then go down a hate spiral? And I want to edit it really quickly, but sometimes my head is definitely not in the right place, so it just fuels the gremlin voices telling me I'm crap lol. But, I also really, really hate having ideas and no time/energy/motivation? I could write 3 novels (at least) were it not for work zapping me or the Wrackspurts filling my brain with USELESS fog lol
Best part of writing: Being PROUD of what you've done! Reading it back and giggling to your own jokes :D and knowing, yeah, you aced that :D
Do you outline: Um... This literally changes with every fic lol. Sometimes yes? Because I need to put all my ideas down otherwise they stress me out floating around in my head because I'm worried I'll forget some of them, or because I suddenly realise I have no idea how to get from a to b. But others? Hell no, I just start lol
Fic ideas you probably won't get to but wouldn't it be nice: ... Uh... I honestly don't think I've given up on any of mine yet so... I don't know lol
Callouts @ me: Stop judging yourself! And if your head isn't in it, Take a fucking break!
Best writing traits: Um... That I keep doing it and I can mostly appreciate that my old cringey stuff was me being a baby writer, it's all part of the process?
Spicy opinions: I'm stealing Nim's here because I agree and I haven't got the brainpower to think of more right now; Writing dark stuff or “bad stuff” is in no way a reflection on the author as a person, and making value judgements about strangers on the internet based on the fictional content they create for free is ludicrous.
Tagging: @rockmarina, @gnarf, @ununquadius, and @orange-peony, plus anyone else that wants to do this. No pressure as always!
You ever read a fanfiction so, so fucking good that when you're done reading it, you're kinda disoriented? Like the place you were reading it in seems unfamiliar because the story sucked you into the fucking fifth dimension with how good it was? Unparalleled feeling.
"Are you asleep?" Draco whispered, brushing an errant curl back off his lover's face and waiting for a reply. He watched Harry's chest rise and fall slowly, evenly; traced his eyes over his face, lax with sleep; contemplated counting his long, dark eyelashes fanning across his cheeks.
"Thank you for waking me up with a cup of tea this morning before you left," Draco murmured softly, keeping his voice low the way he always did when he talked to Harry after he went to sleep. "It's probably my second favorite way to wake up," he added. "But anytime you're still here after the sun is coming through the window is a good day," he said.
Harry let out a huff-snore that Draco honestly shouldn't find as adorable as he did.
"It was a good day today, don't you think?" he asked. It wasn't always a good day and he talked about those too, since Harry wasn't consciously listening.
"I realized something today," Draco continued. "I was watching you tying Teddy's shoe at the playground and the thought popped right into my head, like it's always been there. I'm in love with you."
He wanted to laugh at himself, wondered if Harry would have if he'd been awake. Or perhaps Harry would have been gentle, would have told him that he just didn't feel the same. Draco was a fantastic fuck but not someone he could love, surely.
"And I know," he added, just in case Harry's subconscious was listening, the way it sometimes seemed to. "I know that you couldn't possibly love me back. That's not what I'm asking for, it's just..." he trailed off and let his fingers skim over Harry's bicep, "It's nice to be in love, even if it's just me."
"It's not just you," Harry murmured and Draco almost jumped out of his skin.
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"Are you awake?" Draco asked, feeling nearly hysterical.
"Of course I am," Harry replied, peeking through one eye at him. "I always am, I thought that was the point?"
"The point of what?!" he asked incredulously.
"The way you confess things to me every night?" Potter asked, sounding more confused than Draco.
Draco stared uncomprehendingly at him. This couldn't be happening to him. "You're always awake?"
"Well, yeah," Harry said, brow furrowing. "Why did you think I stopped leaving my socks lying about your flat? Or started brushing my teeth before I kissed you in the morning? Or-"
"Yes, yes, I get the picture," Draco snapped.
"I'm confused," Harry said, reaching over to the nightstand and patting around for his glasses. "I thought the point of you talking to me late at night, while I pretended I was sleeping was so that you could say the things that were hard for you to say," he said as he shoved his glasses on his face.
"But you weren't supposed to be pretending to be asleep. You were actually supposed to be asleep. Merlin," he muttered thinking of all of the things he'd said to the other man. "I can't believe you didn't say something."
"About what?" Harry asked.
"How rude and demanding I am!" Draco said. "I never would have said all of those things if I'd known-"
"Precisely," Harry said. "I thought that was the point, it was hard for you to bring things up during the day but it was easier to say them at night. It's not like it's a big deal."
"It is a big deal!" Draco all but shouted. "And I just told you that I love you to your face! Circe," he groaned, "You might as well just leave now, Potter. I don't need your pity or-"
"Draco," Harry said, grasping his face in both of his hands, "Calm down." The other man took a slow deep breath and Draco found himself mirroring him without intending to. "Listen to me," Harry said, his voice very calm and unbearably gentle.
Draco closed his eyes, he couldn't watch Harry's face while he shattered his heart.
"You are not in this alone," Harry said. "Draco, I've been in love with you for months," he added, "I just didn't want to scare you away."
His eyes flew open "Scare me away?" he asked incredulously. "You were afraid of scaring me away."
"Well, yes," Harry said, as though it was completely reasonable. "I always fall fast and fall hard. I didn't want to tell you too soon and make everything weird."
"Harry," he said, still feeling a bit shell shocked, "You are the best..." he trailed off looking for the right word, "boyfriend, person," he shook his head, "everything. How could I possibly have thought-"
"Because you are so far out of my league!" Harry exclaimed. "You're gorgeous, and intelligent, and sexy, and-"
"Are you kidding me? Harry, you're literally the savior of the world! And-"
"Okay," Harry said, interrupting him. "Okay. No, this is good," he said. "Good. We're both a little damaged and have bad self perception but we're both in love with the other. This is good." He looked up at Draco, "Right?"
And all of the anxiety and hysteria that had been buzzing through Draco's blood stream evaporated at the earnest look on Harry's face. "Yeah," he said, pulling Harry's body closer to his, "Yeah, this is good."
Tentatively the other man leaned up and kissed him, lips soft and gentle on Draco's. "I do love you," Harry whispered into the corner of Draco's mouth.
"I love you, too," he replied. "But Potter, you need to tell me when you're fucking awake."
Harry huffed, "Only if you promise to start having conversations with me when I'm awake, then." His fingers trailed up Draco's spine, "I'm not going anywhere, you know. You won't scare me away by asking me to throw out my leftovers, or by telling me that you really don't like Greek food, or by requesting we avoid watching horror movies because they give you nightmares." He kissed Draco's forehead, "I'm not going anywhere," he repeated.
"In that case," Draco said, taking a deep breath, "Would you like to move in with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Harry replied with a radiant smile.
And maybe, just maybe, Draco slowly started learning to ask for what he wanted.
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AHHH! OH MY GOODNESS! Please do yourself a favor and check out this beautiful art that @pato-roldnart made for this ficlet!! It's so beautiful, and tender, and transcendent. I don't have the words to describe it, it's just so beautiful! <3
Harry had no idea it was going to end like this. A stuffy bar, drink after drink, next round's on me, Harry you should slow down, look, Hermione, the Slytherins are here. And Malfoy was there too, he got even taller somehow, in the last five years, or was it six? He smokes now, and smells nice even though he shouldn't. More drinks, scared, Malfoy, an insult here and there, because Malfoy looks good when he frowns, and everything swirls and blurs, liquifies and then clots, tempered in crunchy November air. Harry couldn't apparate if he tried so they walk, and he grumbles at his stupid front door that won't open, and Malfoy laughs and puts a warm, careful hand on his waist. He likes the sound of Malfoy laughing, he likes the surprised one when they fall on top of the sheets, and the purr-y, happy one when Harry tells him he's gorgeous.
Harry wakes up too early for any doubt to settle but he still does because the bedroom is freezing, the sheets biting at his thighs like silky ice. Draco's on his tiny balcony, bare feet propped up against the cast iron railing and that's when Harry realises he's naked, wrapped in an old, ratty blanket, looking all doleful and grumpy. A cigarette hangs between his lips, and Draco can't even properly smoke it because his hands are somewhere under the folds, and he's wearing a spectacular bird's nest of hair and all Harry wants it to bury his face in it because he was the one who ruffled it just so. Instead, he comes closer and jabs his finger at Draco's face and Draco doesn't look too pleased but Harry needs to establish that it's there, that five o'clock shadow, and he remembers more clearly now because his lips and chin feel chapped and tender, because that stubble rubbed him the exact right way last night. Only Malfoy can make a hangover look sexy.
Harry picks the lit cigarette from Draco's mouth, flicks it over the railing, and replaces it with his tongue.
Oof YES, that serious face and sexy stubble are doing things to my heart 😳🔥 Ola’s Draco always looks so gorgeous and mysterious, his eyes tell a whole hidden story and I can’t get enough of him! We’re incredibly lucky to have this talented artist who’s also a writer (!!!), that drabble translates perfectly the art’s sexy and quiet atmosphere! Loving the sensual intimacy, please and thank 🙌🏼
reading fanfiction is like. you are misinterpreting this character incorrectly. i am also misinterpreting them but i'm doing it the correct and sexy way. you dont know him like i know him
wanted to make some fake screenshots and challenged myself to do them quickly…so here you go! one per chapter ala matchmaker, matchmaker by @prosodiical , which is very sweet and cute and has a lot more moments I couldn’t draw b/c I limited myself to 1 per ‘chapter’.
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