Harry And Draco

[ultrafacts]

Source 

[hellkatsally]

These dudes are fucking legit.  They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back.  And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

[bebinn]

The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.

In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.

Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”

The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”

[lesbian-moon-gf]

Actual tears.. hnngh

[bee-whistler]

Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.

[groovypirate]

where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang

[ultrafacts]

[haydengisearchive-deactivated20]

This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on

[clatterbane]

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)

More about BACA, from their site

[uriesays]

My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???

[kikithegirl]

NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.

[birdungehrl]

it’s back! I will always reblog BACA

[your-uncle-dave]

Damn good people.

[rowsdower-saves-us]

I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them. 

[racethewind10]

Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating. 

[drgaellon]

@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.

[copperbadge]

I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added. 

[galaxy-of-stories]

Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.

[hurtlittleboy]

Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA

They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs. 

I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers.  So I can call them whenever I feel scared. 

BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused. 

And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy. 

BACA has changed my fucking life. 

I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing. 

[feanor-the-dragon]

If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.

[gasdiver2]

Supporting your local hero’s.

[darkangelfoundmyway-069]

FUCKEN AMAZING what these Bikers do!!!! This is why I don’t give up on humanity…

💞🖤💞 Carpe Diem 💞🖤💞

[instructor144]

[pottercastleminds]

Links the International BACA Chapters:

United States

Canada

Australia

Belgium

Denmark

Germany

Spain

France

Italy

Netherlands

Iceland

Austria

Greece

New Zealand

Portugal

Sweden

United Kingdom

Switzerland

B.A.C.A’s Byline: “Keepers of the Children.” B.A.C.A.’s Motto: “No child deserves to live in fear.”

Not all heroes wear capes, some wear biker vests.

[humanjoy]

Had seen this before, but never realised that this is on an international level - there’s even a contact address close to where I live (in Germany), very cool (though hoping the only use I’ll ever have to make of it is for donations) ❤

[saintdracopotter]

10 Letters To My Soulmate

An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!

On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.

-Anonymous

…

On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.

-Anonymous

…

Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.

Dear Soulmate,

Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.

Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.

And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.

-Anonymous

…

On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.

Dear Soulmate,

I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.

I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.

Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.

-Anonymous

…

Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.

Dear Soulmate,

I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.

And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.

-Anonymous

…

Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.

“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.

Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.

Dear Soulmate,

I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.  

I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)

-Anonymous

Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.

“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.

“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.

It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.

…

Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”

Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.

Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.

Dear Soulmate,

I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.

By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.

Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.

-Anonymous

Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.

“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.

Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”

…

Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.

Dear Soulmate,

I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.

Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.

I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.

Happy Christmas Eve.

-Anonymous

Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.

…

Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.

“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”

Dear Soulmate,

Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.

Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.

-Anonymous

“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”

…

Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?

“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.

Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.

Dear Soul/Roommate,

Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.

-Not So Anonymous

(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)

Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.

“So, I guess we’re-”

“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.

Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”

Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.

[mad1492]

8th years skipping some classes

[dracobthings-deactivated2023112]

“My husband will hear about this!”

— Draco Potter at some point in his life

[meandthedevilsminion]

Drarry Legimimency

A little smutty but just had a thought maybe someone could write a fic idk, I pretty much suck at this

That moment when Draco is a skilled legilimens and just wants some revenge from Potter and some material to tease him with so he decides to take a peak in his mind- "Potter is going to be so embarrassed, I'll know all his secrets-

So he just peaks into his mind and-

Harry sucking and nibbing on Draco's neck, their naked torsos pressed against each other, Harry's lips over Draco's as Draco moans in his mouth, Draco throwing his head back in pleasure as Harry is pressing hot kisses on his sectumsempra scars, Harry's flushed cheeks as Draco is whispering dirty things in his ears.

Draco's eyes are wider because while all of this is going on in Potter's mind he has a poker face while Draco is completely going red and slightly hard-

[the-boy-who-bottomed]

Draco : Potter do me a favour-

Harry : no not now I'm not giving you a lap dance again

Ron *crying* : 'LaP dAnCe' ?

Hermione *pretends to be shocked* : 'Again' !?!

Slytherin table *freaking out* : HE CAN DANCE!?!!!

[faevorite-main-blog]

Commission for the amazing @isamijoo ❤️❤️❤️ thank you so so much for your endless patience with me as I heal from my wrist injury. You’ve been such an angel and I couldn’t be more grateful!

I’m definitely not back to full health yet unfortunately but I’m on my way!!! Send me good vibes everyone as I struggle ❤️❤️ you all mean so so much to me. Thank you for being here and supporting me!

[sitp-recs]

hii !!! any recs for a fwb to lover or enemies to lovers with a TON of angst. the more the better!! angsty or happy endings are both okay !! :))

Hi there! While fwb is one of my favorite tropes I gotta admit I haven’t read hardcore angst in ages - it stresses me out too much these days 😂 hope these work!

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (2019, E, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

In His Nature by create_serenity (2015, M, 20k)

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018, M, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

Stain of Silence by brummell (2013, E, 28k)

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered (2012, E, 54k)

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.

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (2013, E, 58k)

“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (2012, E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (2013, M, 82k) - tw: major permanent disability

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Lost In Your Arms by Femme (2017, E, 257k)

Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter--or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear--everything he's worked so hard for--and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He'll make the right choice, won't he?

[dracobthings-deactivated2023112]

Like if Harry is a top

Reblog if Draco is a bottom

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

23. Ten times Harry fell for Draco

Prompt used - Carrying other in their arms| angst | hurt/comfort | unrequited love |

The first time harry felt that tiny flutter in his heart for him was when they were back in last year of Hogwarts. Harry and draco had been practicing flying on the broom after a random truce, but it had turned into a whirlwind of events. They had assumed it would just end at truce so that their mimicking bickering could stop but, Harry enjoyed seeing Draco ,he liked seeing Draco's hair flowing back, he liked seeing him smile at the sunset, he liked him sitting over the broom very still talking about his fantasy to for once touch the sunset, he liked seeing Draco laugh. He liked every moment of that day. As for Draco, he was opened up to entirely a new vision of life, opened upto new possibilities he had Only ever imagined, learnt that giving Someone a second chance can be one of your best decisions . And they didn't stop being friend's.

The second time harry felt the same flutter despite wanting it to simply die out was the time when draco had unexpectedly showed up at Harry's door after being gone for an year with no whereabouts. They laughed the night away in strange memories. Nobody talked about where had Draco been all this time, they didn't need to, Harry already knew.

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The third time Harry felt it was the time he labelled it champagne problems because Draco had never seemed so beautiful in his entire life wearing that green suit on Blaise's engagement party. Harry was drunk, maybe in his beauty or champagne, he blames champagne and thus concluded that, that specific drink was the thing causing everything, even if it were a lie. It eased Harry's rapid heartbeats only if a little. He still remembers Draco from that night as if the night repeats itself every night, it was the day Harry had realised He had stolen away a lot of memories of how beautiful Draco looked and locked them away somewhere close to his heart.

The forth time harry felt it was when he saw Draco with teddy. The way Draco just naturally knew how to be with teddy, how to just play with, how to fool around him, The way they laughed when Draco did Muggle paintings with him or the way Draco made smiley shaped pancakes or the way Draco had recited the story with impactful impressions or they way Draco had rocked teddy in his arms until he fell asleep. He knew everything and he was miraculously great at it. He forced the flutter away when he walked him back to his flat but still remembers grinning his way back home, he simply couldn't stop Grinning.

The fifth time harry felt that way was when they had been drunk and stupidly went to a gay bar and danced the night away. Seeing Draco dance was feeling as if they were the only two people in the world and everything else around them had Just stopped , the music was just a blurred background and what was real was just them but when Draco abandoned Harry for a guy in the bar, he forced his flutter to simply die again. That was the first time the flutter came with a pulling force, a tiny heartbreak.

But the flutter never died, the sixth time harry felt that flutter was when Draco had stood upto himself in front of his parents and did so for Harry too. He fought with them until they understood that Harry had nothing of a gay influence on him. Although that night ended up with a lot of tears and screams and Draco abandoning his family, for a couple of years after that, Harry was simply love struck by his courage and cuddling with him only made the fluttering effect much more poignant.

The seventh time harry felt it harder, much stronger than before was during the mishaps on a crime scene. Draco had been injured by a curse Harry didn't know how to fix. He had carried Draco in his and bought him immediately to st. Mungo's. It resulted in a lot of chaos, not just in himself but with everyone else. Worried sick during those days, Harry was faceplanted with the fact that he had been unknowingly in love with Draco for so long and there was no reverse switch. Seeing Draco when he had finally woken up, Harry understood that he was in fact in love with Draco.

The eighth time harry felt the flutter again was when Draco had came broken hearted to harry after his breakup with the guy from the bar from 1 year ago. The night resulted in abrupt kissing between the two Before Draco pushed Harry away and just sat there shook. Forcing his feelings deep inside, harry consoled him, explaining him that it was just a little rock in the way they will eventually kick, that it was a mistake, a moment of weakness that's all. That night Harry bled with love.

The ninth time harry felt the flutter was when after having been single for so long, Draco had in a comical way said that he needed a man exactly like harry. He rolled it away with a laughter, a strange force pulling him down yet exciting that he knew If he were to ever ask him out, Draco might agree, after all who better than exactly the man he needed.

The tenth time he felt that flutter came back violently was when he saw Draco finally pronouncing his vows to the man he was finally getting married to who he loved the most in the world. Only this time the flutter was tragic, painful, excruciating, absolutely heart crushing. Harry shuddered a breath, imagining only for a moment himself in the other man's shoes, but only for a moment before wiping away it from his brain. This would be the last time harry would feel that flutter. He had lied before, that the night after his marriage Harry had to go to a small mission for 3 months but Harry wasn't planning on coming back, ever or at least until he knew he'd never feel the same way. It had to stop and running away from his feelings, from him was the only possible way.

" I'm sorry Harry " Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder who's eyes were fixed on now that married couple.

" there's nothing to be sorry about mione. Should've been sorry if it had never worked out, there was nothing ever for something to ever work out " Harry told her with a warm smile, small tears forming in his eyes but Daring them not to spill.

She gave him a long hug knowing that Harry needed it now more than ever but he couldn't possibly react back the way he should've.

" Harry, just tell him. There's nothing anything that could possibly ever go wrong, he's already married now " pansy said from across the table, holding the same smile as Hermione's. Harry thought for a moment before nodding but never found the courage to ever say those words out loud. He had never been good with words but he wanted Draco to know. If this were the last time he'd see Draco, he needed him to know the truth.

Harry made his best man's speech before as a present he sat on the piano chair and started playing the song

.... " I hope he buys you flowers

I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours

When he has the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man "

Harry looked up with his teary eyes at a shocked Draco, standing in the middle of the ground. Harry gave him a small smile before he thanked the crowd and left the place.

Harry didn't wait after that to see Draco. He left a little note in his flat for Draco, and apparated away before he could've been caught. He didn't know how much his already broken heart could've taken and facing draco Would mean never falling out of love with him, ever. He knew Draco needed answers but how do you explain someone you've been in love with for so long, why you loved them the way you did or why didn't you ever tell, how do you tell them that it was all self preservation from avalanche that would happen if confessed? You can't, so you fled away.

Draco went to Harry's place after his ceremonies to talk with him, but was only met with a short note on his table.

" you are my yellow Draco,

I'm just not yours.

So long my friend

Love, Harry "

Draco collapsed down on the bed crying and cried until he had none left. He never met Harry again after that, no matter how many times he sent a search party, he never found him.

Until..

Probably will have a part 2

Requests open

Day 22 - I'm yours | Day 24- Whispering in their ear, Lips touching their skin

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"Wake up."

Harry twitched, then snored.

"I said wake up."

Consciousness slowly spread like pins and needles on the inside of his head. Harry groaned.

"Get up."

Harry groaned again, keeping his eyes closed. "'t'd'you want?"

"I'm hungry."

"Go find something to eat. I need to sleep."

"No. Get up. Make me breakfast."

Harry whined, nasal and plaintive. "Please, it's Saturday."

"So what. I'm hungry."

"Draco, please."

"Get up or I'll bite you."

"No you won't."

"I will."

"Fine. It's not like that'll kill me anyway."

"...you're not scared of my bite?"

"No, go ahead and bite me."

"Fine, here I come."

Harry almost fell asleep again as he waited. Nothing happened.

Then something damp tickled his ear. He jerked away with a gravelly chuckle and buried his face into his pillow. "Stop. That tickles."

"Get up and give me breakfast."

"You're old enough to go find breakfast yourself."

"You told me never to leave the flat."

"I told you to be discreet."

"You told me people are scared of me."

"Yes, well, they don't know how sweet you actually are."

"I am not sweet."

"You are. Let me sleep."

"No. Fucking get up."

Harry choked out a laugh. "Where did you learn that kind of language?! You're not even two!"

"Get up and make me some fucking breakfast."

"Stop it, you aren't allowed to swear."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--"

Laughing helplessly now, Harry finally forced his sticky eyes open. Dark, beady eyes stared at him from a mere two inches away.

"Good morning, Draco," he said fondly.

"Breakfast."

"You look very nice this morning."

"Shiny?"

"Very shiny," said Harry, pushing the duvet off himself and the tight spiral of thick coils beside him. He reached out and rubbed Draco's head with one finger.

The tiny, forked tongue shot out in a flash. "Will you take me to the park again today?"

Harry grinned, scratching his bare chest. "Sure."

"Will my namesake be there again?"

"Oh. Er. I don't know..."

"Pathetic."

"Pathetic?! Me?!"

"You couldn't even ask him out to dinner like you were supposed to."

"Fine. Watch me as I ask him today!"

"I hope you do. Then these forty five minute showers you take, grunting and moaning to yourself, can stop."

Harry felt himself go purple in the face as the white ball python next to him uncoiled and slithered away. "You-- you're just-- That's just my muscles relaxing--"

"Yes, I know which muscle. Now get up and feed me breakfast."

*

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[lou-isfake]

Would you consider a combination of a passionate kiss and a welcome home kiss, I just know you’d do it so much justice!! Thank you 😭 or honestly whichever sparks more inspiration for you is okay!!

YES. And if I make it a little angsty, well. 🤷🏼💕

“Six months.”

“I know.”

“Six months, Harry.”

“I know—”

“Not a single fucking owl. Not a word from your friends. Not even Teddy would tell me anything.”

It wasn’t the ideal reunion, Harry knew. But he needed to know if it was possible, if Draco might still love him. He just happened to be doing it in the most Gryffindorish way imaginable.

“Draco, I can—”

“You think you can just break into my house, after six fucking months, looking like that—” he waved his hand vaguely at Harry’s body, his scruffy hair in its messy bun, his stubble-covered jaw. Harry supposed he’d put on more muscle while away, but he wasn’t sure how that mattered. “—and I’m just supposed to fall into your arms, like nothing happened, is that it?”

Harry decided not to mention that he still had a key. He took a step forward. “Draco, I—”

Draco cut him off with a hand raised to halt him. “Not another bloody step, Potter.” His voice shook; his arm curled defensively around his abdomen. Harry’s heart ached, his hands clenching at his sides, tortured with Draco so near, only a few steps away.

“Never again,” Harry said. “I promise.”

“Who said I’d even give you a chance to leave me again?”

Harry winced. “I know I don’t deserve it. But I’m asking for it, anyway.”

Draco said nothing, his lips pressed together, his silver eyes shining and furious and heartbroken. Harry saw his chin quiver, his raised hand shake. Harry took another step forward; Draco’s face twisted with pain.

“You have no idea what you did to me, Harry,” he croaked. Harry took another step. “I can’t—I won’t survive it.” Another step, his chest hit Draco’s outstretched hand, the feeble fortress that separated them.

“I’m here,” Harry said.

“For now.”

“Forever, Draco.”

“Fuck you.” Draco’s hand contracted in Harry’s shirt, a weak thump against his chest. A tear fell down his cheek; Harry felt it like a blade in his ribs. “Fuck you, Harry.”

Harry’s hand covered Draco’s on his chest, tentatively raising the other to Draco’s face. Draco’s eyes squeezed shut, evicting more tears, his fortress crumbling between them. Harry wiped the tears with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” Harry breathed. “Please.”

Draco broke with a pained, animalistic sound, yanking Harry forward, finally, finally. Harry kissed him with everything he should have been giving him for the last six months, one hand curled tight around Draco’s fist, the other returning home to the back of Draco’s neck. Their lips slotted together as easily as Harry’s key had fit in Draco’s front door. Harry kissed salty tears off his lips, his cheeks, making up for a lifetime of lost time. He kissed him like he’d die if he didn’t—it sure felt like he would, it had felt that way for six long, lonely months.

“Harry,” Draco whimpered, his shaking hands beginning to wander, mapping out Harry’s shape, as if making sure Harry was real.

“I’m here,” Harry repeated, because he wasn’t sure how to say I love you, I missed you, I need you, I did it all for you. He rested his forehead against Draco’s, catching his breath, breathing him in, overwhelmed by the sheer relief coursing through his veins.

“I hate you,” Draco whispered, in sharp contrast with his desperate, clinging hands.

“I quit the Unspeakables,” Harry said in a rush. “And I—it took me longer than I thought, but...” he opened his eyes to find Draco’s staring back at him, shiny and anguished, but Harry saw relief, there, too. He took a deep breath.

“I found your mother.”

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I joined @kryptidfox DTIYS challenge!!!!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!! such a fun idea 💕💕💕💕💕💕 I’ve been so blown away by all the artwork I’ve seen posted for this. You all are so TALENTED!!!!!

[bonesliketambourines]

fics i’d obliviate myself to re-read

So on the Drarry Discord we were discussing fics we’d love to be able to read for the very first time all over again, and the idea for this rec list was born!

These aren’t just good works- we all know the Drarry fandom is disproportionately blessed with incredibly talented writers! Something about each of these pieces was so striking that it made someone want to go back and get to read it for the very first time again, not just bookmark for re-reads.

They’re listed in no particular order. If you have the great fortune to have not read one of these fics before, know that there are TONS of people incredibly jealous of you!!

Feel free to reblog to add in your own ‘god damn i wish i could go back and reread that for the first time’ fics :)

Keep reading

[ohsodraco]

So many great fics on this list that I’d obliviate myself for in a heartbeat 😍. Let me add a few more that come to mind, in no particular order…

O Sinners Let’s Go Down by birdsofshore

If an Injury is to be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads

Running on Air by @tinyhistory /eleventy7

Rough Magic by birdsofshore

The Vanishing Department by @dictacontrion

In Pieces by dysonrules

Right Hand Red by @lqtraintracks

Breathe Me by @kedavranox

The Price We Pay for Wings by frayach

The Bucket List by GallaPlacidia

Another Mask Behind You by @letteredlettered

On One’s Knees by pir8fancier

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks

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Draco: HAAARRYYYY!!

Harry: Oh my god what?

Draco: I-I think my hair is falling out!

Harry: *Snorts*

Draco: It’s not funny!

Harry, laughing: Yes it is! Maybe it’s because you put that poisonous gel into you hair everyday

Draco: It’s not gonna be funny when you have nothing to hold on to in bed

Harry:

[aeshsar]

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

I knew what to expect but nothing could have prepared me for the full glory of this on Twitter.

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Quidditch through the eyes of the golden snitch 👀

PS: I‘m open for small drawing prompts! Lowkey trying to get back into digital art💕💕