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
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✨
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Rose Weasley Additional Tags: Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Unemployed Harry Potter, Slow Burn, lets see where it goes, top draco bottom harry, idk though if i will write smut, Cute Scorpius Malfoy, Baby, Domestic, Hurt/Comfort, Top Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter is Good with Children, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug Summary:
“What am I doing, Scorp?” Draco didn't know how to cook, he didn't know how to stop the screaming, and he didn't know how to keep his world from collapsing.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter cooks for one, tends to a quiet garden, and stares at rejection letters from wizarding lawyers who refuse to touch his case. His cottage is far too loud in its silence.