Okay, but the fact there’s not enough Omegaverse fanfics where Draco is an alpha is forcing me to write an Omegaverse fanfic where Draco is an alpha

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Okay, but the fact there’s not enough Omegaverse fanfics where Draco is an alpha is forcing me to write an Omegaverse fanfic where Draco is an alpha
Harry had a nice dream
He had decided to make the most of the feeling of peace and went to bed early, hoping to sleep off everything that worry had stolen from him over the past weeks.
That was where the problem began.
His dream started without clear images.
Just sensations.
A hand sliding over his stomach. Long, soft fingers tracing slow paths across his skin.
Harry had exhaled in the dim space of his mind, turning his body toward that source of warmth.
Then came the weight. The pressure of someone over him, knees on either side of his hips, and warm breath close to his ear.
The person's face had no prominence in the dream, and it didn't seem to bother him, because his subconscious didn't need anything more than to recognise the presence that surrounded him entirely.
Lips found his neck in a slow kiss.
Then another.
And another.
Harry had gasped, arching upward, searching for more contact. His hands rose on their own, finding a back, shoulders, a neck. Then hair.
What a silky sensation it left between his fingers.
"Yes… keep going." He'd breathed in the dream, lifting his hips with need.
The kisses became more urgent. The hands, bolder. Everything was blurred, hazy. The only things that felt clear were the heat and the need.
He was close. So close. The whole world had narrowed down to that body above him, to that shared breath, to that rhythm building between them.
"Dra-"
The syllable escaped his lips before he could stop it.
His eyes had snapped open. He was fully awake now, and he became immediately aware of the discomfort of his pyjamas.
Dra?
No.
It was just… the most immediate focal point his mind had latched onto.
Nothing more.
He had swallowed and shifted with discomfort, ruthlessly ignoring the pressure where the pyjamas pressed against him.
He was not going to feed that thought.
And so that was what had brought him to this point.
If Harry hadn't approached Draco these past few days, it was because he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being caught reading something he shouldn't—like the copy of Wicked Wenches that Seamus hid under his mattress—every time Draco met his eyes, even across an enormous physical distance.
Redemption of the Blood on Ao3
Read chapter 17 here
How it feels to finally string 5 coherent sentences together after a writing block
Okay, but what if Draco had a handkerchief?
“Let me see your hand.” Draco said, reaching out and tugging gently at Harry’s sleeve. He drew his wand with his other hand and pointed it directly at the wound. “Tersio Sanguinem.”
It didn’t heal, but it stopped seeping. Then, Draco reached into his pocket and withdrew a small linen handkerchief, wrapping it carefully around the wound.
“The scar won’t disappear. But at least you won’t be leaving a trail.”
“Thank you.”
Draco shrugged. “I didn’t do it for you.”
“No?”
“I did it for myself. It would’ve been kind of annoying if you got broken before you managed to learn Occlumency. Besides, blood red is a terrible colour on you.”
Harry let out a laugh he hadn’t expected. “It doesn’t suit me?”
Draco shook his head, wrinkling his nose faintly. “Gryffindor red almost makes you look passable, but you still act like a typical Gryffindor who never thinks before acting. It seems like you enjoy irritating me with your complete ignorance of colour theory, and bathing in your own blood every chance you get. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen you commit this visual crime.”
Harry raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “So you watch me often?”
Redemption of the Blood on Ao3
Read Chapter 15 here
Hear me out: ✨handkerchiefs✨
Redemption of the Blood on Ao3
Read Chapter 15 here
FINALLY 😭♥️
Redepmtion of the Blood on Ao3
Read chapter 16 here
Here’s a little “making of”. My Draco has a long backstory because I have insomnia and a very active imagination. Here’s the my fanfic if anyone wants to check it out: Redepmtion of the Blood on Ao3
Happy birthday to the most unhinged strategist I’ve ever written. You would hate this post. That’s why i made it.
— maevik 🐍
Remember how I got a black notebook for cool notes? I’m actually thinking about making a very quick AU playing with this ✨
Something among the lines of letters sent back and forth… maybe even use it to make physical notes that Harry and Draco exchange on my story: Redemption of the Blood…
The possibilities…
✨The IMMERSION✨
insane to me how, to some people, this is not a common sense
reblogging twice because omfg
The universe could explode but they’d be a dream team and a power couple ✨
Disclaimer: I usually post every Monday and Thursday, but I’m updating today because tomorrow I may not be able to. I rather to arrive early than late, I guess
Redepmtion of the Blood on Ao3
Read Chapter 14 here
(me with fanfics except I keep writing them)
Some people don’t understand the concept of ✨Immersion✨
Disclaimer, if you’re reading my fic (Redemption of the Blood on Ao3) and you try to read what’s on this notebook, you will in fact spoil the crap out of you. This notes are for book 3, sooooo….
Some people don’t understand the concept of ✨Immersion✨
Disclaimer, if you’re reading my fic (Redemption of the Blood on Ao3) and you try to read what’s on this notebook, you will in fact spoil the crap out of you. This notes are for book 3, sooooo….
When Draco absolutely HATED that Harry even dared to just glance at a parchment filled with (objectively speaking) gorgeous women.
“Try to block me.” Draco instructed. “For nine minutes.” Harry nodded, breathed in, and closed his eyes. “Legilimens.”
It was harder this time. But not impossible.
He found an opening. A relatively recent memory surfaced. A brief, barely-lit image.
Harry was sitting on a red carpet, surrounded by noise and garish colours.
He was holding a crumpled piece of parchment covered in crossings-out and girls’ names, gripping a quill as though it were a weapon.
The other Gryffindors were talking about something. Draco didn’t bother pretending it interested him. He kept his attention on the parchment, going through the names one by one. Then he slipped back out of the memory.
“Well.” Draco lowered his wand and let out a dry laugh laced with aristocratic contempt. “So the Boy Who Lived spends his free time making shortlists.”
Harry blinked, catching his breath. “It’s not what it looks like. It was Dean and Seamus-”
“I'm not interested in you explanations, Potter.” Draco cut in, crossing his arms. “I’m simply surprised that after your… dramatic failure with Chang, you’re already looking for new ways to turn some poor witch into the next First Lady of the Martyrs. Because that's what it looks like, you know? A selection process to see who accompanies you and survives your next suicide mission?”
Harry shifted uncomfortably, heat rising to his cheeks. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend, Malfoy.”
“Oh, no?” Draco glanced down at his own wand, feigning interest in examining it. “Honestly, I doubt any of those girls could tolerate more than ten minutes of your hero complex without throwing themselves off the Astronomy Tower. And even if they did, they wouldn't survive your suicidal missions, given that they go with you in the first place.” He lifted one shoulder and looked at Harry sideways. “I must admit all those girls are a downgrade. At least Chang had a certain charm as a Seeker. As an attempt of it, of course.”
Harry rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth curved upward at the sheer level of venom.
“Can we stop talking about my social life and get back to the lesson?”
“As you wish.” Draco turned his wand in slow circles between his fingers.
Yes. Draco is jealous, because “why is my name not there?!
Redemption of the Blood on Ao3
Read Chapter 13 here
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.