I’m So Invested In The Silver Trio - Book Club Head-canon. So Invested.

Hannibal (2013-2015)

Specimen

The Dateless

“Lost your friends Potter?”

“They’ve ditched me.” Harry replied morosely, wondering what had possessed him to plonk down next to Draco Malfoy of all people. He blamed his traitorous friends for ignoring him. “Sickeningly loved up the lot of them.”

Draco screwed up his nose in disgust at that, an action which combined with the alcohol induced pink flush across his cheeks Harry absently noted was kind of cute. Wait, what? Harry glared down at his champagne glass. How many of these had he had?

“No date then?” Harry asked, when it became apparent that Draco wasn’t going to initiate any further conversation.

Draco smirked slowly and raised his left arm just enough that the sleeve of his sky blue dress robe slipped back to reveal the reddened edge of his dark mark. 

“With this glowing endorsement branded into my skin you’d think suitors would be throwing themselves at me wouldn’t you?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright you arse, I get it — let’s talk about something else.”

“Oh? What makes you think I’m going to waste any more of my evening talking to you?” 

Draco’s tone was cutting but Harry didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped, could almost feel the caress of his appraisal across his body. Already this ministry ball was seeming a lot less dull.

“Why not? We’re both here tonight, together.” Harry drained his glass and stood. The room was too hot, too loud and he’d spotted a secluded balcony earlier which looked perfect for what he had in mind. He extended his hand to help Draco from his chair. “What have you got to lose?”

@drarrymicrofic prompt: Waste It On Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS

Padfoot to everyone.

One of the first tries, I'm still in process of figuring out how I want to draw him.

We often see Slytherin Harry being friends with Draco. They could also still be enemies, Draco was prince of Slytherin, but Harry’s taking over his seat, he’s all polite n decent in front of everyone, bt when he caught Draco alone he whispered: “I’m taking over this house, and—

please do not send me asks about whether you think a founding member of AO3 is a “proshipper”

I’ve gone on at length before about how AO3′s refusal to punish honest labeling with deletion makes them the safest fanfic site for me. Consider the following scenario:

There are two brown paper bags in the company fridge. One of them contains a sandwich, and the other contains a dead dove. I am looking for a sandwich, and opening a bag with a dead dove in it will ruin my lunch hour.

In the AO3 fridge, it’s allowed to store dead birds as long as it’s a species that doesn’t violate the Migratory Bird Treaty Act. Unless it violates the MBTA, the managers will not throw it out. The paper bag with the sandwich is labeled “sandwich” because it contains a sandwich. The paper bag with the dead dove is labeled “dead dove” because it contains a dead dove.

In the [insert any other large fanfic site] fridge, the managers will throw out any bag they find to contain a dead bird. The paper bag with the sandwich is labeled “sandwich” because it contains a sandwich. The paper bag with the dead dove is also labeled “sandwich” because there are tens of thousands of bags and the managers can’t look inside all of them. The managers also regularly throw out perfectly good chicken sandwiches, just in case.

Spring

Under the slowly awakening trees the dappled sunlight softens their edges. One nymph-like in his beauty, all cheekbone and pale arches, weaves spring flowers into his sleeping lover’s curls. Long dark lashes against golden skin flutter open and green eyes glitter up at him. Their lips are kiss-bitten; pink and full like the blossoms all around.

@drarrymicrofic prompt: Androgynous

“Is there something you want, Potter?”

another life