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i just reread the first chapter of wwwa and it hits sooo different after the most recent chapter

Hehe, we're getting close to the scene at the end of chapter 1 ❤️👀

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Added the promised second part y’all!

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Spring Term. Harry's off to teach DADA, but he'll have his Floo set up and ready for Draco to crawl through by the evening.

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they better accept each other's invitation, right? | also on ao3.

a little offering after being inactive for some time. happy new year, everyone!

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A Very Drarry Holiday Season

I got tagged to do the Holiday season Drarry fun by @kamaela and @soliblomst and @its-the-allure - THANK YOU BABES I LOVE IT <3

I'm going to mix the challenges together due to an excuse that sounds believable and is also funny being the way that I am.

Tagging: @mallstars @thusspoketrish @ghaniblue <3

Actual entries under the cut because the length of this got way out of hand, whoops. It's apparently the theme of the day, for me. :-D

Because This River Is Wild

The first Christmas after Pansy and Luna's wedding threatens to be an awkward one, mainly because they're both dancing around the topic. Among other ones.

Harry is dead worried about making jumpy assumptions about Draco wanting or not wanting to spend the holidays with him. In the process he absolutely fails to actually ask Draco what he wants to do, instead looking for clues in everything he says or does, starting somewhere mid-November. His not-making-any-assumptions assumptions start going up the walls approximately a week before Christmas. The signals are signalling so very conflictingly. Harry is a mess.

Draco, on the other hand, is pretending very hard not to let it show how much he needed to make plans and preparations weeks and weeks ago. Because clearly Harry is more a live-in-the-moment kind of person who does not need to decide on his holiday plans in advance, and Draco can be casual, too. Definitely. Unfortunately, his inbred unchill starts going more and more haywire as time progresses, and finally escapes its enclosure the day before Christmas Eve.

This, their very first Christmas as a couple, is an important teaching moment in trust that, for the first time in their mutual history, doesn't end in a disaster.

It takes a few years still for Harry to let go of his aversion for asking questions, and for Draco to stop guarding himself so closely. But, I mean, isn't wedding planning a crash course in personal growth and an excersize in relationship functionality by design?

Seven Hectare Heart

The most brilliant idea of his life comes to Harry on one of the nameless, faceless days between Christmas and New Years. He immediately goes to Malfoy’s, even though it’s hours before his usual dinner time. Although, who cares about the concept of usual time, anyway, when the only commitments you have are to yourself? “I have a proposition,” he states as he sits down in his spot at the bar. And actually, isn’t that a lovely thing to have? Malfoy doesn’t even blink an eye, which, isn’t that also quite lovely? “Should I be worried?” Harry takes a deep breath and leans against the bar.   “You should invent a spell that stops the masses from gathering at my house every bloody Halloween.”

Love the way you're running out of life

On the first hour of 2010, under the full moon, Draco learns what life tastes like, and what it's like to be treated as such in turn.

He had clocked Potter's actual presence around him a few moon cycles back. He'd thought it was a hallucination, first, a fever dream and a sign of his impending insanity. He thought the sweltering heat of the late August night had gotten to his head, had fried his neural pathways, that his mind had finally given up on reality.

But the whispers of Potter didn't dissipate, and they did not stay to one any sense. A blur of motion on the corner of Draco's eye. The gentle swish of fabric-on-skin. Air moving like breath on Draco's neck. The static of a fingertip not quite touching the small of his back.

First, it was only on that clearing on the Manor grounds. Then, slowly, boldly, elsewhere.

Once Draco learned to recognize the feel of eyes on him, of being watched, he knew.

The truth of it was infuriating. It was unfair.

It was, above all, extremely erotic.

Had Potter always been there? Draco had to assume so. Did Potter know what he was doing to him? He must have, it had to be intentional. Did he not understand the danger it posed on — oh. Not danger, then. Or, rather, not on Potter.

Not solely on Potter.

And so it became a game, one Draco didn't know was designed to end up in the mutual victory of a torturous, exhilarating, consuming mutual destruction.

The why of it never crossed Draco's mind. It didn't have to.

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A Very Drarry Christmas

or what are my various drarries doing for the holidays?

Thank you @smehur for the tag 🎄🎄 - The Boy from the Piano Shop "Thundering heartbeats. The creaking of the piano chair, the friction of fabric, a breath, and a kiss. Quick, sudden, almost stolen like a thief—a bad thief, for he had left evidence on Harry's lips that would last forever. Harry wished Malfoy had asked before kissing him, but he was so glad he hadn't. It sent fire through his bones and brought every part of his wounded soul to life—perhaps too much so, because, for a second, he thought his heart would explode. It was like a concentration of all sorts of emotions at once: fear, guilt, and shame, but also excitement and a singular sense of sadness drowned in extreme joy. That strange feeling of thinking it was wrong but not regretting it.

"I'm sorry," Malfoy stammered.

"Don't."

That was all that came out of Harry's mouth. They sat there for a moment, barely breathing.

"Um, maybe I should go," Harry eventually faltered.

He staggered to his feet, a sort of numbness spreading through his limbs as he moved towards the front door. At the doorstep, Harry stopped and turned, Malfoy following a few steps behind him.

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

Silence.

"Merry Christmas, Harry.” - When We Were Angels: After the age of five, the guardians no longer gave presents for Christmas or birthdays but encouraged the children to handcraft something special for one another. This could be a drawing, a poem, a painting done in class, or any other creative gift. Unsurprisingly, Draco never received anything from the other children, nor did he bother to make any gifts himself. Then, over the years, he developed the habit of drawing something for Harry and would beg Harry not to reciprocate. Instead, Harry opted to give him a compliment. Over time, as they learned to write, Harry replaced these compliments with little poems clumsily written on scraps of paper. His poems were objectively bad, sometimes even illegible due to Harry’s terrible handwriting and spelling mistakes. And, although they made him laugh a lot, Draco kept them all in the drawer of his bedside table, like treasures he would hold dear forever. - Je te reverrai: The air around him harbours a smell of skin, his skin. Honey and cinnamon and lust, and Harry says softly, “Embrasse moi.” 

It doesn’t take much French to understand what Harry has just said. Yet Draco wants to hear him say it again. So he asks, “What?”

“Embrasse-moi,” Harry repeats, leaning closer until their breaths mingle.

“Say it again?”

Harry’s grin against his lips sends an overwhelming rush of excitement from his throat down to his fully erect cock. Draco opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue and inviting himself into his delicious smile. For the first time, he leads the dance. His fingers nestle around Harry’s neck, tickled by unruly curls, and Harry responds with a similar enthusiasm. They kiss, moan, and devour each other’s faces as their hands travel up and down their slowly warming skin. Holding the back of Draco’s head with one hand, the other too busy cupping his buttocks, Harry leads him to the bed and gently pushes him so that he’s perched on the edge of the mattress, his cold arse meeting the delicate silk of the sheets. Arms outstretched to support his weight, Draco finally takes the time to study the body looming over him. He admires every line, every ripple of muscle and flesh, and Harry waits motionless, panting and staring at the naked young man sitting on his bed. The tidal wave of concupiscence within Draco grows stronger, faster, to the point where it becomes almost painful.  I tag @pl0tty @thecouchsofa @tripably 💕 No pressure!

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💜💜💜 honoured to be in your recs wrap up!

2024 Drarry Recs Wrap Up

Since the year is ending, I thought I would make a little list of all the fics I bookmarked this year. I absolutely adored all of them. Please read them if you haven't and thank you to our wonderful authors!

Never Mind the Bollocks by @the-sinking-ship [E 188k]

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.

Foreplay by @lqtraintracks [E 6k]

Getting a raging hard-on on the duelling room floor, pinned under Harry Potter’s sweaty body, is not how Draco saw his day going, but… Well, here he is.

Brief Encounter by @maraudersaffair [E 45k]

Harry was happy, goddammit; he’d gotten everything he wanted in life. Why then could he not stop thinking about Draco Malfoy?

The Usual by @aibidil [T 9k]

Harry finally tries the new magical coffee shop on Diagon Alley. A story in which Draco is Up To Something™ and Harry is going to get to the bottom of it, and to the bottom of that sixteen ounce to-go cup.

This fic is simply hilarious. Best laugh I had in years.

Of easy wind and downy flake by @starquestingfordrarry [E 14k]

It’s snowing in July, and it’s Malfoy’s fault. Or, the one where the house wants the boys to kiss.

Probationary Action by @toomuchplor [E 63k]

As part of the terms of the probationary contract, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY shall submit for inspection his WAND on the last day of every month, such inspection to be carried out by a duly registered and fully qualified AUROR in the employ of the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, and such inspection to include a PRIORI INCANTATEM spell to ensure that no PROHIBITED MAGICS as heretofore described have been practised by the aforementioned probationer.

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu [E 75k]

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

The Way You Say My Name by InnerLilith [E 5k]

In which Malfoy calls Harry pet names to get him flustered and riled up, and Harry gets flustered and riled up because he secretly likes it. The problem is that Malfoy is only teasing…or is he?

The Boy from the Piano Shop by @soliblomst [M 89k]

After going blind in a reckless attempt to avenge Ginny's death, Harry battles with severe depression. One day, he stumbles upon a quaint piano restoration shop in the heart of London and meets the owner, a kindly old man, and his introverted young apprentice, whose voice sounds strangely familiar. As Harry and Draco slowly reconnect through private piano lessons, the small workshop becomes Harry's refuge, offering him a glimmer of hope in a world without eyes. /Set five years after the Battle of Hogwarts/

HIGHLY recommend

Aletheia by @lazywonderlvnd [E 8k]

Draco finds out Daphne's been shagging Potter and it turns out it's really not that difficult to get a piece of her hair.

Too Good At Raising Hell by @the-sinking-ship [E 87k]

When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?

Say When by @lqtraintracks [E 24k]

When Auror Harry Potter is sent in undercover to determine if Draco Malfoy is laundering money through his BDSM club, will he be able to keep up the ruse and close the case? Or, more to the point, will he keep from falling in love?

Now I Know In Part by @dodgerkedavra [E 39k]

Harry Potter is the savior of the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a reformed Death Eater turned Ministry Curse-Breaker. Five years after the war, they're brought together by another mysterious curse.

Got Me Started by @itsphantasmagoria @kamaela [E 8k]

Malfoy said in a rush, “I don’t care about you.” “Uh, same?” was the only response Harry could come up with. Or: An unexpected partnership leads Harry and Draco to a sex club in Berlin. Harry doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

Raising Hell! by @wolfpants [E 21k]

Harry and Draco are sent undercover as a married couple to investigate a dodgy Muggle love cult. Something evil is lurking in Glastonbury… but to get to it, the reluctant partners must be initiated first. And this is, after all, a love cult…

The Superfluous Man by peu_a_peu [E 24k]

A child for Harry Potter is a miracle of magic. And it's the second act of Draco Malfoy's sorry little life.

your braids like a pattern by @hoko-onchi-writes [E 31k]

Harry soldiers on with the get-to-know you activity, noting each counsellor's interests and repeating their names. Harry’s eyes land on Malfoy. He’s the last counsellor in the circle. One blond eyebrow is arched, his smirky mouth turned up at the corners. That can’t be good. Harry clutches his clipboard; lets the edge of it dig into his skin. When did Malfoy’s hair get so long? It had only reached his chin the last time Harry saw him. “Counsellor Malfoy.” “Potter. Fancy seeing you here.” Malfoy has the same drawl, but it’s deeper. Richer. Like he has in fact grown in the intervening years. Harry taps his pencil against his clipboard. “Care to share your name and an interesting tidbit?” “So many of my tidbits are interesting.” Malfoy’s hair falls in loose, golden waves over his shoulders. Harry regrets the use of the word ‘tidbit’ with every fibre of his being, but he nods gamely at Malfoy. Whatever he says can’t be that bad. “I’m Draco Malfoy, and I was a teenage Death Eater.” ~~ Or: Harry runs a camp. Malfoy is the new counsellor, and he's driving Harry to the brink of insanity.

I live and breathe for this fic.

Nobody Pinch Me by @dracoladon @lazywonderlvnd [E 17k]

A mysteriously locked door keeps Harry and Draco trapped in the room where they're serving detention.

i knew you when i knew nothing by fiella [G 74k WIP]

The plan was simple. Absurd, but simple. He’d wait until Draco left for his usual late-night library run. When the coast was clear, Harry would sneak over to Draco’s side of the dorm. He wasn’t going to do anything. He wasn’t a complete lunatic. But Draco’s pillow? His blanket? That was fair game, wasn’t it? Just for a moment, just long enough to feel… Harry groaned, dragging his hands down his face. This is insane, he thought. I’m insane. But even as he berated himself, the plan solidified in his mind. Steal Draco Malfoy’s pillow. Or: In which Harry Potter loses a portion of his memories during the Battle of Hogwarts. When he returns for Eighth Year, he finds himself roomed with Draco Malfoy—a boy he doesn’t remember is supposed to be his enemy. And Draco Malfoy doesn’t know how to handle a Harry Potter who has forgotten to hate him.

Little Prince, Kneel by @coffeedrgn87 [E 478k]

Almost immediately after the war, Harry Potter took his godson and Andromeda and left England behind. He returned some five years later, changed, healed, and a completely different man altogether --- in every sense of the word, and then some. Now an extremely handsome bachelor in his late(ish) twenties, and with a promising career at the Ministry, he suddenly finds his life turned upside down after unexpectedly bumping into his former school nemesis, Draco Malfoy, Prosecutor Extraordinaire. Is Harry going to be able to stay away from Draco? Does he even want to? And exactly how will Draco react once he discovers how the Saviour prefers to spend his free time?

One word for this fic : YES!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone for an amazing year of drarry!

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🥺 thank you, baby K 💙 I absolutely loved writing this fic for you and knowing you liked it is the best reward 🥹

Stellaglas Mountain by @soliblomst (M, 9k)

tags: Auror Harry Potter, Magizoologist Draco Malfoy, Brokeback Mountain References, Inspired by Brokeback Mountain, Forced Proximity

Excerpt:

Turning his head back to Harry, Malfoy's face came dangerously close, and they regarded each other with the same careful scrutiny as if they were meeting for the first time. Perhaps it was a shred of courage, or maybe foolishness, that made Harry lean in and kiss him.

Malfoy’s lips were cold, the edges slightly chapped. Before Harry could explore them further, Malfoy jerked away, eyes wide and mouth agape. For a second, Harry feared he would punch him, hex him, or simply stand and go, but instead, Malfoy darted his gaze from Harry's eyes to his mouth a few times, looking hesitant. The next second, his mouth crashed against Harry's with such fierceness that Harry fell backwards onto his arse, the wet grass soaking his trousers as his lips soaked up Malfoy's fervour.

Just like that, in that infinitesimal space of time, Malfoy became Draco, and Harry knew he would never be able to call him anything else again.

The wind kept blowing strands of Harry's long black hair across his face. Draco gently brushed them away and tucked them behind his ear. His fingers lingered there for a moment before slowly sliding down Harry's neck, exactly where Harry felt his pulse racing. He lost track of time during their kiss, only aware of Draco's tongue exploring his mouth, the soft hands holding him tightly, and Draco's dazzling scent, taste, and touch.

Draco finally drew back, his expression one that Harry had never seen before and couldn't quite decipher. At that moment, Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to understand or if anything was even real—the landscape, the grass beneath him, the constellations overhead. Draco, himself.

A stubborn strand of hair fell across his face once more, tickling his cheek; a subtle reminder that everything was, indeed, very real. This time, Draco didn't brush it away. He simply said, "Happy birthday, Potter," before striding quickly back to the camp.

It’s Brokeback Mountain inspired—but better because 1) it’s Drarry and most importantly 2) such a captivating, vivid world-building and story-telling! So achingly-good and will leave you tender.

(rec by @kk1smet)

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Thank you so much ❤️🥺💜

The Boy from the Piano Shop by @soliblomst

After going blind in a reckless attempt to avenge Ginny's death, Harry battles with severe depression. One day, he stumbles upon a quaint piano restoration shop in the heart of London and meets the owner, a kindly old man, and his introverted young apprentice, whose voice sounds strangely familiar. As Harry and Draco slowly reconnect through private piano lessons, the small workshop becomes Harry's refuge, offering him a glimmer of hope in a world without eyes. (Set five years after the Battle of Hogwarts)

This story is heartbreaking and wholesome, starkly realistic and hopelessly romantic, all at once. Harry's grief is omnipresent and at times, truly, deeply harrowing; but it's never gratuitous or melodramatic. And the pain is well-balanced by the peace and joy he and Draco find in one another's company. The two scenes where Draco unexpectedly dons a scarf are guaranteed to remain in your memory forever. 🥹

There's also this incredible art for it by @kk1smet!

This is the second fic where one of Drarry goes blind that I recommended during this fest (the first was Draco in Darkness by plumeria47, recced here). Fair to say this theme scratches some itch...

Thanks to @hprecfest for the prompt!

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Aaaaaah mon dieu.

I’m not sure what’s happening with Je te reverrai and all these lovely recs, but I’m certainly not complaining 🥰🥺

Thank you so much ❤️ I agree, K’s art is magnificent and I'm so proud to have collaborated with her! Especially for a gift to someone we both love: Jojo 🤧

And thanks for thinking that being French is hot 👀❤️

Draco as a Beauxbatons student isn't all that uncommon to see in Drarry AUs, but Beauxbatons Harry in fic or art isn't something I'd seen before. Je te reverrai is a combination of incredible art by @kk1smet and brilliant writing by @soliblomst and if you haven't read it yet, you should! Harry is charismatic, self-assured, and French. Which (sorry to my British ancestors) is very hot.

Draco/Harry | Rated E | 16k words

Summary:

When Beauxbatons visited Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, Draco managed to control his attraction to fourteen-year-old Harry Potter. When Beauxbatons returns three years later for a cultural exchange, Draco's attraction to seventeen-year-old Harry Potter is impossible to curtail. In his defence, Harry's perfectly tailored blue robes, mixed signals, and French accent do not help.

Tags: Hogwarts Seventh Year, Beauxbatons Student Harry, Harry Speaks French, Alternate Universe - Baby Harry Kills Voldemort, Pining Draco, Confident Harry, Anal Sex, Switching, Digital Art

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📚 Check out the rest of the recs at @hprecfest 📚

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It's that time of year again 🎄🎄🎄

Harry and Draco are in charge of getting a Christmas tree, but Harry is blind, and Draco is... Draco

They apparated from behind the shop to a tree farm in south London, which, judging by the deafening noise, was very busy that day.

"Merlin, why do all these people feel the need to have stupid trees in their houses?" muttered Malfoy.

Harry reached into his pocket for his cane, but as soon as he pulled it out, Malfoy's hand pushed it away.

"Don't use it; you don't need this much attention."

Before Harry could object, Malfoy grabbed his arm without asking, as usual, and wrapped it around his elbow.

"Follow me; don't run away or you'll hit a tree, and although it would make me laugh for maybe the next ten years, Richard would blame me for your concussion."

Harry didn't even know how to react to Malfoy's strange sense of humour. Part of him wanted to laugh, but another part wanted to bang himself against a tree and pass out so he wouldn't have to take it anymore.

"Let's go.”

They hadn't even been walking for ten seconds when Harry collided with at least five people. His shoulders kept bumping into arms, backs, bags, children...

"You know," he finally said to Malfoy, "if you don't want me to use my cane, you should at least guide me better. I keep hitting people."

"I know."

"You know? It's not funny!" Although it kind of was.

"I don't even know what I'm doing here," Harry sighed.

"You're here to help me pick out a tree; I need your impeccable sense of taste."

"Shove off, Malfoy."

As expected, Malfoy chose the tree himself, for even he realised how embarrassing it would be to ask his blind friend's opinion in front of the tree seller. The woman in charge of the sale, whom Malfoy would later describe as an uncanny copy of Umbridge without the pink and the ruffles, asked them to wait half an hour before they could collect the tree Malfoy had just paid for. This did not please the young man, who complained endlessly to Harry.

"As if I've got nothing else to do, I've got work," he continued to grumble between sighs.

"Is there anything to do around here?" asked Harry. He was growing cold in this assaulting wind.

"There's a cafe over there, but I'd rather die than drink those awful beverages."

A hot drink was more than tempting, but Harry said nothing and tried to think of another idea.

"Anything else?"

“Trees.”

Brilliant.

Fiction: The Boy from the Piano Shop - ch7 Read here

Art by me

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when we were angels is one of my new favourite drarry fics. i love it so much. i think about it on a daily basis. you are an incredible writer. i love how you portray their dynamic so much

Thank you so much 😭😭😭❤️

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An inseparable piece of everything I admired about you 💔💔💔

I’m not okay

I think I'm really REALLY unwell.... why did I decide to binge watch Arcane s2? I HAVE NO IDEA

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Outstanding work by talented people 🌟✨

Bound: isn't a kingdom by @garagepaperback

Dust jacket and end paper art by: @kk1smet Typeset and bound by: me, @phoenixortheflame.

“Pride must suffer pain.” - Hans Christian Andersen A fairytale retelling featuring: barnacles, pine trees and coarse beaches in Maine, a heart-attack, hair-pulling, fireworks, and loving someone whether or not it's enough, whether or not there's a real chance to.

When I first read isn't a kingdom, it was still anon as part of this year's HD Hurt/Comfort Fest, but I knew - I just knew - it was the work of Silly Goose Supreme @garagepaperback, and the next thing I knew I was banging on her front door (DMs) to scream about the puddle - ney, salty tide pool - she hath reduced me to.

At the same time, I was banging on @kk1smet's door, because while I had already decided I was going to bind the fic, getting an artist to collab with me on the project would be not only a super fun way to spend my time, but also be the thing to make garage fully lose her mind.

Two months later, and garage has finally received her copy of the bound fic (!!!!!!!).

A few details on the bind:

This was my first time doing a lot of things, like using colour in the typeset, gold foiling, and hand-sewing the end bands (shout out to @maleekamolscreates for holding my hand through the latter).

I'm really happy with the final bind - and how everything came together so beautifully. I might share a bit of the BTS of the collaborative process between @kk1smet and me, if that's something y'all would be interested in. It was really fun and energizing to jam on this with someone, and I could not have asked for a better collaborator. Thank you, K!

“Praise for” quotes from: @mintawasalreadytaken @vukovich @ghaniblue @kamaela @mallstars

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Worlds best dad

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Do u have a Spotify playlist for Drarry that inspire you that I would care to share? 🤭

Not necessarily!

For The Boy from the Piano Shop, I had a playlist of classical music and piano. But generally, I try to listen to music that matches the mood of the chapters I'm working on.

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As I wait for intermittedly for your chapter updates I’m rereading the boy from the piano shop and I wanted to say my gosh do you write so well holiday chapters. The Christmas chapters in this book feel like this couple be a yearly holiday read. They’re prolonged, special and ripe with traditions and they feel very quietly mature. Very demure and mindful of you will.

I hope in the coming books (/series) you write for Drarry this is is selfishly, a regular occurrence (could be idk Fourth of July or Halloween season for example), bc it’s so lush and wonderful when you put your all into drarry’s takes on them <3

Thank you 🥺❤️

I've never thought of myself as a particularly good “holiday writer”, but I'm glad you think so! It might be because I love Christmas, haha!

I definitely want to write a Halloween one-shot in the future 💕