#Flirting… Kind Of

Here is how Draco impregnated the living savior of wizardkind.

drew a scene from The Superfluous Man by the amazing peu_a_peu <3

Doomed yaoi forever

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Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

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I. Key

It was tiny and cold in Draco’s hand. It was entirely muggle and completely stupid. It was the key to Draco’s new prison.

Potter had gotten him out of Azkaban and in turn sealed his fate to a different kind of punishment. His own sadistic way of forcing Draco into repentance.

“You don’t actually expect me to use this,” he told his tormentor.

“How else are you gonna get in?” There was an edge to Potter’s voice, a dam on the verge of breaking. Draco despised whatever was holding it back.

“It can’t possibly be safe,” he rebutted while inspecting the small object. It was a valid concern to have.

“The wards are safe enough, this is just a way for you to get in without apparating.” It was true enough but knowing it didn't make him feel any better.

“What if I lose it?”

“You’ll have to wait for me to let you in.” Draco made a face and Potter sighed. He leaned against the wall and his shoulders slumped. The dam had broken but behind it wasn’t the flood Draco was expecting. “Look for some place else if you don’t want it.”

“I’m just going through the logistics. No need to be so irritable.” 

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he said, walking away and muttering under his breath. Draco could barely hear him saying, I’m gonna regret this. 

He’ll use the floo for the foreseeable future.

next day prompt list

microfic may day 8: crystal

microfic may day 9: puzzle

drarry. 220 words.

Rainbow scattered light dappled over Draco's skin. He was asleep, chest moving down and up in the crystal refracted morning sun.

It was early, too early to be awake after the night he'd had yesterday. And Harry was yet to put the puzzle pieces together and figure out exactly why Draco Malfoy was in his bed.

He wasn't complaining. The guy was oddly soft when he wasn't using his mouth-

Oh, fuck.

Harry wiggled his hips. Flexed his thighs. Stretched his back.

Zero soreness.

He bent forward, scrutinising the milky skin along Draco's neck and shoulders and clavicle. Harry knew he was a biter and a bruiser, but Draco was spectacularly unblemished.

He shifted under the blanket and Harry paused, not moving an inch.

A dream heavy, bed warmed arm slung over his waist, pushing Harry back down into the pillows.

Harry blinked at the fuzzy ceiling.

A voice murmured into his ear, "Go back to bed Potter, I'd never ravish you drunk."

He turned to face Draco, forehead to forehead. "Wait, so we didn't-"

"I swear on Merlin Potter, let me sleep for another hour and maybe then I'll do to you exactly what you asked for last night."

And well, Harry might've flushed a bright red but he did in fact curl in closer and let Draco rest.

if you are lucky you will love someone and their hair will thin and their breasts will sag and you will kiss them everywhere over and over again

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EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

I'll catch up soon, but in the mean time:

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XXIII. Transparent

The pictures flashed on the screen, a unique sort of magic. Yet Draco’s disdain was transparent on his face.

“I thought you didn’t hate muggles anymore,” Harry said bemusedly.

“I don’t,” Draco spoke, sneer stuck on his face, “It doesn’t really go with the decor.”

It didn’t. The olde black house was not meant to hold anything so modern. So simple. So muggle.

“We should make it the statement piece.”

XXIV. Heated

Draco got home to find a piece of paper on the kitchen counter:

Busy with work I left food in the ice-box xo, HP

He took the left-over lasagna from lunch and placed it in the newest muggle addition to their home: the microwave.

He sat at the table alone with his reheated food still cold in the middle and tasting like an attenuated version of what it would taste like with Harry.

XXV. Brume

He braved the streets of Diagon Alley on a foggy morning, when he could blend in with the crowd.

He walked the cobbled streets, with the expectation of his most grim experiences coming to life, but the people simply walked by without a second glance.

Among the brume on the roads, he spotted him immediately. Horrible hair an immediate give away. Green eyes that could shine through the cloudiest skies, already trained on him—a picked up face in the crowd.

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