Oh Dear

Drawings n drarry n crap, oh my! (To search my art tag on this blog, it’s #boop) {AO3 also at incendiohmygosh}

[amberstruck]

post-war forgiveness ❤️‍🩹

are my drarry followers still here… hello guys…

[draykray]

The Trials

[incendiohmygosh]

“I warned you”

[draykray]

Finally finished my Wireless fic and have some free time! Send sketch prompts? 🥰

[darkomillefeuille]

Omg i forgot to post it here

[incendiohmygosh]

Sugar and spice

[darkomillefeuille]

[the-forbidden-forest]

[goldmanrustic]

long awaited drarry

yeah this drawing killed me in so many ways but it's finally done!! i've had this idea for sooo long but i only found a relevant reference just recently

they're everything to me<3

[amomorii]

Yule Ball, 1994

"Can we talk?"

[orange-peony]

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "beguile".

Harry was not expecting the scars to reach past Draco's chest.

He runs his fingertips over the pink lines, stealing a moan from Draco when he traces the stretch marks along his thighs.

Draco opens his legs wider, and Harry explores, fascinated as he maps every scar.

Mine, he thinks.

[darlinghogwarts]

Sirius not going to Azkaban, and raising Harry in Grimmauld place.

Little Harry finding the Black family tapestry and seeing that Sirius’s face was burnt off. Little Harry drawing a picture of Sirius and sticking it on the family tree where his face was supposed to be. Little Harry taking out his crayons drawing all over the faces of the “evil meanies that hurt pa'foo”.

[mad1492]

[hannahyesss]

charlie the dragon boy

[tamehill-deactivated20220804]

moony, u flirt 😳 (from this)

[marchingmoths]

just like a tattoo

Lillies. Roses. Daffodils.

Draco runs his finger over the garden etched on Harry’s forearm. “Whenever the need for whiskey got strong enough, I cut it with a different type of pain. It’s how I’ve stayed sober a year.”

He ignores the way Harry shivers at his touch; the way he shivers at Harry shivering at his touch. Slips a finger under Harry’s rolled-up plaid shirt and peers beneath it. Color gives way to black lines and dots. Ursa Major. Hercules. Orion.

“It’s not just flowers.”

“No. Flowers are for the alcohol cravings. Stars are for —” Harry lets out a deep breath. “Bloody bond is impossible. Stars are for whenever I felt the tug toward you.”

He pulls his collar down a little. Dozens of twinkling stars, and the moon. Draco would give anything to undo the rest of the buttons and see the night sky.

It’s just the bond, he thinks. “The bond broke last June,” he says.

Harry shrugs and offers Draco his other arm. Gemini, angry and red, still covered in plastic. Fresh.

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for @drarrymicrofic prompt: fresh | on ao3

[badwriterrr]

Part 2 of this comic based on my fic mistakes

Part 1 | Part 2

[zurka]

in the gryffindor bedroom