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zutarasluvr

cuddly/huggy zutara

stolenviolet

At a Dark Wizard’s wedding, rather than a ‘first dance’, the happy couple shares a ‘first duel’!

phoebester

Happy Sunday beautiful zutara people

From x.asterr on ig. Give artist lots of love and encouragement. Artist is being harassed on tiktok (I dont have tiktok).

Many thanks to @opheliaaesque and @just-to-kill-time for the link.

swkod-art

ex0skeletal-undead

The Night Embrace by Iren Horrors

This artist on Instagram

stolenviolet

Harry in different outfits! As requested over on twitter.

lowkregulusblack

Every time James sees a no guns sign at the entrance of a building he turns to whoever he's with, kisses his biceps and says "I hope they let these in"

aegisreadsanything

@drarrymicrofic | Prompt: Tremble | WC: 50

Look What You Made Me Do

Despite the pain snaking down his back, Draco could only smirk when he felt the floor start to tremble.

“What’s so funny, you piece of scum Death Eater?” Snarled his captor, approaching.

Draco gave him a wide smile, totally worth the punch he got in response.

“My husband is here.”

amomorii

Don't let go

basietta

ixiedust-writes

If anyone needs me for the next 2-3 business days, I will be busy staring at this.

yujateaandpi

Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.

Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.

bewarethesmirk

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: survive | word count: 100 (read to the tune of Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato)

Silence shrouds them as they clutch each other in their hotel bed.

Tempus is the first word spoken all morning.

Summer hols are over.

“My portkey leaves in one minute,” Draco whispers, tucking an unruly curl of Potter’s hair behind his ear, taking one last indulgent look into his eyes.

There’s a furrow between Potter’s eyebrows, growing deeper. “But–I’ll see you when I get back?”

“Goodbye, Potter,” Draco says. Whatever this is – has been – is over. This would never survive the real world.

Potter’s eyes widen, and Draco feels the hook behind his navel as he’s swept away.

Away from Potter.