Let Gravity Win - A Drarry Fanfic

holy grail

What are your favorite drarry fics?

oh. ooooooooooooh oh oh.

here are my staples:

draco, the magic dragon - libbydrew a fic i first read on livejournal (showing off the varnish of my casket here) that i thought about regularly for the almost two decades i fell out of fandom. canon to me tbh. libby invented my draco rubric: proud lil showboat even when everything around him has gone to rancid shit, sarcastic and aloof personality as a poor facade to distract from the big ol' gaping well of hurt.

Potter took a great breath, then let it out slowly – a low whistle between his teeth. "Malfoy, I had no idea. I thought—" "Why are you here?" Draco cut him off before the idiot embarrassed them both. Their shared past was water under the bridge – even if Draco had drowned in it.

nightingale - michi_the_killer

another back-in-my-day fav, even though i can only stand to read half of it. actually even thinking about it is making me stare off in a distance for upwards of three minutes. this one i would hand off wrapped in about a million miles of caution tape. + also a huge fan of michi's gory veela fic.

It was better than fighting, Harry thought, although sometimes he still wanted to rip into Malfoy, to hurt him. Other days, he thought, it was better than anything.

rookie moves - peu_a_peu

what can i say that hasn't already been said - peu is a MASTER. if you somehow know who i am but haven't read this, reassess your life choices through professional means but not until after you read this.

“Feels kinda big,” Malfoy said, smirking. “For a guy your height.” “My height is average,” Harry said, although he was undeniably glaring upward at Malfoy’s face when they stood so close together. “And it is kinda big.”

stately homes of wiltshire - waspabi another one that crept into my heart and made a home. hard to choose between this and waspabi's other drarry fic, but there's something about the decrepit manor is suppose that just does it for me. a perfect harry and draco, perfect soft reaching towards each other.

Draco smiled and dragged Potter from the shop before he could charm any more elderly ladies with his unkept, take-care-of-me-I’m-confused-and-have-nice-shoulders aesthetic. Once outside in the drizzle, he realised he still had his hand around Potter’s forearm. He yanked his hand back immediately.

i wake up falling - warmfoothills

warmfoothills :,) just reading this moniker makes me vision go soft around the edges. their writing has made me out loud, quietly say "oh," multiple times. the prose is darling, this story is such a brief, aching glance. it was also really hard to pick just one (flashback, warm nights i also go in for).

“I love you,” he says, unable to stop himself. Draco blinks, a barely-there flinch, like Harry’s taken a swing at him. “I know,” he says, still oblivious to the reference, oblivious to the way his words scoop right into the meat of Harry’s stupid, hopeful heart. “It’s not enough, is it?” Draco shakes his head. Above, the stars watch unfeelingly on.

the pure and simple truth - lettered no one does dialogue with the mastery lettered does. my GOD. my god. i feel like this fic is drarry perfectly distilled.

“What’s he going to be?” Blaise raised a brow. “Pardon?” “You said he says Hermione should be Minister, and all those other things. "What does Malfoy think he should be?” There was something much like pity in Blaise’s eyes. “He thinks he should never, ever be forgiven for the things he’s done.” Harry felt ill. “That’s not fair.” “When has Draco ever been fair?” “I meant―” Harry swallowed hard. “That’s not right.” Blaise looked more pitying still. “When has Draco ever been right?”

far from the tree - aideomai

the writer i avoid talking about the most bc once i start i cannot physically restrain myself from going on about their beauty forever. i sat for forty-five solid minutes frowning, trying to choose between this one and in the hand. and dwelling. okay anyway. i keep a doc of quotes from fics that resonate and it's 50% aideomai.

Draco wondered what Potter thought of this day, in the future the twins came from. If he had told Ginny about it. If he had forgotten it. He couldn’t forget it, could he? It felt burned into Draco’s body already, a final point that he had been moving toward for years without knowing.

i could go on but i think seven is a nice solid number tyvm for this ask!

It’s just the messy hair (would run his hands on it), those ugly forest-green eyes (would stare at them all day) and his towering savior title that made him look taller. Really.

Previous Harry was supposed to be this but the beard and long hair just spilled out. Your reactions were lovely (and quite feral), and I share the same sentiment, folks. I really do.

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

What happens when you're not careful enough.

Quick sketch because I'll be out in the country for days. Feel free to drop by the askbox though! ♥︎ - K

Nostalgia, and the tragic lack thereof by @literatebly (600, Not Rated)

Tags: Drarry, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Outsider POV, Neurodegenerative diseases, ficlet

“Whatever happened in June?” A soft sound, gentle and shy; maybe a hand sliding into another. “Time run out on us.” “Pity,” says my grandfather finally, and that tone I know. It’s the airy one he uses when he’s determinedly unaffected. “It seems we might have been in love.”

looking for a there could've been us vibe? say no more. my ache for this gorgeous and poignant ficlet will outlive me.

(rec by @kk1smet)

Friends, go read One Question by @heyjude19-writing, who wrote a ficlet so hauntingly good, based on this art, and gifted it to me.

I am not okay.

did the boy live?

i blame this song and @heyjude19-writing ‘s prompt: disappear

Rumors say the castle conjures mistletoes to appear between people with unspoken affection. Well, this is no surprise, is it?

It’s that time of the year! Finally had some break from work to whip up some doodles.

What’s one advent fic that you would always return to? Mine would definitely be nearly all Saras_Girl’s, But Turn, If The Fates Allow and Kaleidoscope hold a special place. Sigh. Looking forward to read and discover more from other amazing authors soon.

I wish a happy Christmas to everyone who celebrate it and may you have a lovely, restful time ⭐️

Love, K.

The Lesson of You

Draco/Harry | Rated E | 65k words | thecouchsofa

Summary:

Harry likes kids. That doesn't mean he's ready for a small boy to turn up on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place insisting that Harry is his father. That was weird enough, but the child identifying Draco Malfoy as his other parent was something Harry had no bloody idea how to handle.

Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Kid Fic, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Family Feels, Crups, Not Epilogue Compliant, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Time Travel

Happy 6th birthday to my darling, my honey, my boo! After 6 years of not posting this fic anywhere outside of my AO3 account, I figured it was finally time.

I wrote this story in 3 weeks when I was 20. So much has changed since then; I've lived overseas, I graduated uni, I changed jobs 3 times, but my love for this story, and for Ollie, has never waned.

Thank you to everyone who read, commented on, left kudos, bookmarked, added to a collection, included in a rec list, podficced, translated, or just thought about this story over the years. It is just as much yours as it is mine. ❤️⭐❤️

Read on AO3 here