i’m looking for a long drarry fic set during 8th year post war and draco is under an imperious curse/love potion spell and attacks harry. later, during a drinking game draco is forced to admit his attacks but then harry defends him even though they were against him.
thanks again! :)
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I’ve missed those two, so I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed them to flex my jiaoren-drawing-muscles a bit.
I hope that next year will only be looking up for you, that you will be able to get into recovery and steadily recover, and that you’ll be able to fulfill a few of your dreams. Thinking of you, my friend!
(This particular merperson Lan Wangji is from @fleetofshippyships ‘s fic series Tears of Pearl. It’s super sweet; give it a read if you can.)
He couldn’t quite get used to Lan Zhan’s ability to make him feel self-conscious when he was normally anything but self-conscious. He’d never felt so awkward in the water. Lan Zhan moved so effortlessly it seemed he was just floating in place without any movement from his body at all to stay there.
A Dream Made Real by @fleetofshippyships
Part of the Tears of Pearl series. AKA the merman!Lan Wangji AU that @sweetlittlevampire does gorgeous art for. I appreciate the characterisations and the sweet plot lines in the whole series. Please look at the accompanying art too.
tag game! I was tagged by @fleetofshippyships and then pestered until i did the thing... so here it is
Warm or cool toned colours? warm colours all the way! anything autumn coloured is my jam
Sci-fi, fantasy, or realistic fiction? sci-fi fantasy 100%
How many unread bookmarks do you have on AO3 right now? um, what? people use bookmarks to put in things they haven’t read yet?? why? i use bookmarks so i can find fics i have already read and will probably want to read again. so, i guess the answer is zero...? marked for later is where the unread fics go - or they just stay open in one of a million tabs... and there are too many of those
Reptiles or amphibians? im sick, and my brain did a complete blank and i cannot think of a single reptile or amphibian.... so i guess both? neither?
What’s one weird, incorrect assumption about the area where you live? i cant think of anything, except that my sister does not believe that it snows here - but thats not 100% wrong. we haven’t had a proper snow in ages
Can you read on car journeys? i cannot. i would like to, but if i do, i will make myself carsick :( (sometimes even texting or map reading will so it, bleh) usually i listen to music, or sing loudly and off-key to the radio, or *gasp* talk to other people in the car. alternatively, i stare blankly out the window - either looking at scenery passing by, or trying to follow the horizon for travel sickness management reasons
Food that most people like but you don’t. AVOCADO. i hate it so much, its just, bleh. mostly the texture bc its mushy and kinda slimy and bleh. ew.
im tagging... i dunno.. @thiscat-lovesyou and @flffytakei
i dont really talk to anyone on tumblr.... i am being dragged back here and being forced to interact more by zoe so *shrugs*
Drarry prompt: "Well, that's a creative way to say hello..."
Thanks love!
Drarry, past Hinny | Teen and up | 1.2k words | Post-Hogwarts, Anxious Harry Potter, Smug Draco Malfoy | Read on AO3 | Read part 1 on Tumblr
This is a continuation of my one-shot An Enlightening Session.
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It all happened in a flash. One second Harry was shouting Draco’s name across Diagon Alley, earning all kinds of looks from the people who were enjoying the sunny day in the streets, and the next he was tripping and crashing against Draco with a gasp.
He wanted to check what the heck he’d tripped over, but was distracted by a cold, slimy feeling spreading all over his chest. “Ew, what…?” He tried to put some space between Draco and him, but his legs were not cooperating. Luckily, Draco grasped his forearms and steadied them both.
“My ice cream, that’s what,” Draco deadpanned, looking far too composed for a man whose robes were all covered in blue goo. “That was a creative way to say hello, I’ll give you that. Do try not to ruin my dessert next time, though. It was my favourite flavour.”
Harry took a step back, pulling his soaked shirt away from his chest.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “The Ministry should really start fining people for littering…”
Draco arched an eyebrow at Harry’s lame excuse, then reached for his wand and cleaned both their clothes with a swish, saying, “So what did you want? I hope it was worth the ice cream.”
“Uh… well, not really,” Harry mumbled. “Just — you know, to catch up.”
“Harry Potter catching up? Please. You wouldn’t do that if we hadn’t seen each other in months, and we had coffee together just last Saturday.”
Harry clenched his fists to keep his hands from playing with the hems of his shirt. “Yeah, coffee,” he quickly corrected himself. “That’s what I meant. We should have coffee.”
“Right now?” Draco chuckled.
“If you’re free.”
Draco shook his head. “Whatever it is just spit it, Potter. Preferably while walking — I’d like to buy a few books before Flourish and Blotts closes today. And yes, silly, we can have coffee afterwards.”
“Okay. Cool.” Everything is cool. Just tell him already. As they started walking, Harry braced himself. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Do you… do you know that feeling of not wanting to get into the shower? But when you finally do, you’d do anything to stay there forever? Like, you just feel so warm and calm that even though you’re wasting water and it’s probably a bad idea to stay five more minutes you just do it, because how the hell are you supposed to make sensible decisions when you’re feeling so fucking good?”
“Potter,” Draco said, a small, curious smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “What are you trying to tell me, you babbling nincompoop?”
“That… um.” Fuck. All the courage, all the ache and desperation that had been consuming him since his conversation with Jane, were rapidly abandoning him, and he swallowed. “That you’re — you’re sort of like… like a warm shower. Like finally taking that warm shower when I was too tired to move from my bed. I guess. If that makes sense.”
It doesn’t. Harry, you idiot, what are you even sa—
“Of course it does.” Draco raised his chin with a grin. “But you didn’t need that many words just to tell me I’m hot. I already knew that.”
Harry spluttered, his skin suddenly burning. “That was not—”
“Relax, you idiot,” Draco said lightly, “I know.”
Harry huffed. “Arsehole.”
They walked in silence for a few seconds, then Draco asked, “So, I’m like a warm shower, right? Does that mean I’m a guilty pleasure or that I’m an annoying necessity then?”
“Ugh, can’t we just forget I said all that?”
Draco huffed. “You wish.”
“Oi, stop throwing my own words at me!” Harry pinched him, and Draco giggled and elbowed him in the ribs.
“It’s not my fault you were such a drama queen as a kid!”
“Oh, I was the drama queen?”
“Absolutely,” Draco said solemnly. “Though I must admit, it was quite charming at times.”
“Shut up, you twat.” Harry suddenly felt like his heart was on fire. They’d stopped walking, and he realised they were at Flourish and Blott’s — except right behind the shop, in a narrow alley that was deserted except for a tabby cat that was eyeing them suspiciously.
“Okay,” Draco said, his voice soft but confident. “I’ll shut up if you really want me to.”
Harry’s breath caught when warm fingers brushed his. The touch was tender, but it felt piercing, and like a hot wave of something crashing against him.
“Draco.” The name fell from his lips, breathless, panicky. “You don’t want to do that,” he urged, pulling away from the caress. “The reason I wanted to talk to you today—”
“I know.”
That cut Harry’s verbal incontinence short.
“You — know.”
“Duh.” Even though Harry couldn’t move — couldn’t face Draco as his mind reeled trying to gather the meaning of those words — Draco reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers with a strong grasp. “You’ve never been particularly good at hiding your feelings toward me, whatever their nature,” Draco said, so casually Harry almost wanted to laugh. “Pining suits you, by the way. You’re really cute when you’re flustered.”
Harry stared at nothing, his eyes fixated on the shape of a rock on the wall beside them. His hand felt sweaty, but he didn’t have it in him to pull away. “Why… why didn’t you—”
“Don’t be an idiot. How long has it been since you and Ginny broke up?”
“Uh… about two months now?”
“Exactly,” Draco said. “I didn’t want you… I didn’t want us to rush into anything, Harry. I didn’t want to be that person to you.”
“Then — then why are you holding my hand?”
Draco finally faced him, looking oddly relaxed. And smug, the little shit. “Because you wouldn’t come mumbling and stuttering about it if you weren’t ready to take a step.”
“Oh.” Harry felt a grin pull at his lips. “So... You like me.”
Draco let out a breathless laugh. “I do. Don’t ask me why. I happen to have a very embarrassing weakness for charming idiots.”
Harry bit his lip. Hesitantly, he took a step forward. Draco seemed completely unfazed by the invasion of his personal space, and in fact smiled a little bit wider when Harry gently rested his hands around his arms.
Could he kiss Draco? Could that actually happen? After everything he’d gone through, after almost convincing himself Draco would always remain out of reach, could he really…?
His body leaned forward on his own accord. His heart jumped, his eyes fell closed, and then—
And then there was a hand on his chest, holding him back.
He opened his eyes to a slightly flustered, yet still way too smug Draco.
“I don’t kiss before first dates,” he declared.
“What? What did you bring me to a deserted alley for, then?” Draco smirked, and Harry pushed him playfully on the chest. “You bloody tease!”
“Books, Potter. Then coffee. Then we can go somewhere nice and comfy that doesn’t smell like cat pee and you can show me exactly how much you love me.”
Before Harry could protest, Draco took his hand and walked them back to the busy street.
Feel free to ignore, of course. And there never any pressure, darlings. Also, please start your own post rather than chaining onto mine 🙏 but also feel free to do this even if I didn’t tag you and tag me so I can be nosy =)