#bartender!harry

[peachpety]

*sidles up to the bar*

may i interest you in bartender harry, sweetness?

happy hour by @wheezykat draco x harry | 10k | E

This fic, y'all, is smitten Harry being a dork at his finest. It's Draco drawn like a pale moth to Harry's bartending flame. It's Pansy, queen of snark, no holds barred. It's molecular gastronomy, body shots and fancy cocktails (recipes included).

And it's 10,000 words, exactly.

there's also art by @fictional

*wink* 🍸

I want a fic where Harry goes to a Muggle gay bar for the first time and Draco is working as the bartender and they start talking and Harry comes back every week and then they have sex and fall in love.

[made-by-moon]

Marauders in the kitchen

James Potter is the master of all things savoury. Since he was little, he learned from his parents how to peel, fry, blend, chop, and season all kinds of food. He is in charge of everything when the gang decides to occasionally cook something. His only weakness is sweets. He can not bake for shit.

That's where Peter Pettigrew comes in. Since he likes to munch on cookies and cakes, and those can be expensive sometimes, he taught himself how to bake to save some money. It also gives him time to charge his social battery from long days of mischief with the gang.

Remus Lupin CAN cook, that's why he's usually the one who helps James, as he's got the basic skills. He can make scrambled eggs, toasts, and pancakes if he's feeling fancy, but nothing too complicated (he treats food purely as energy source, not pleasurable experience). He lives for snacks tho and he'll make the best sandwiches in Hogwarts.

Sirius Black is absolutely not allowed anywhere near the kitchen. As someone who grew up being fed already prepared 5 star meals on a silver plate, he can not cook for shit and will even burn water if he has a chance. However, he has incredible bartender skills. Every time there is a party and they don't want to drink straight up liquor, he puts his skills to use. He can make straight-up ethanol taste like juice (it's scary).

[lacefuneral]

kim kitsuragi approximately 5 minutes after meeting harry du bois: "i'm going to dom this bartender to get him to stop being mean to you."

[regretfulcorrine]

Draco's mad the bartender keeps trying to hit on Harry and "SOS" by Rihanna is blaring from the club speakers so he's feeling emotional🧍‍♀️

[kaijukebox]

-shakes him around by the mutton chops until he acts right-

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No reference today! (Its noticeable but idc I’m still having the time of my life.)

[relaxedstyles]

[bellezabelize]

OK so @jrooc reminded me how much I love Cole ♡.

It's amazing how everybody does like triple-take when he shows up at The Alibi:

Also this:

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

The dish guy at my work gives me such Remus lupin vibes and I can so see Remus working as a dishy, like not having to talk to people, stays late, would suit his hot-but-kinda-strange vibes

Which got me thinking what would the other marauders be

Like James would be a bartender 100% you couldn’t convince me of anything else that man was born to look hot, mix drinks, and flirt with customers

Sirius would def be like the rude/bitchy host he would love the power that comes with being in control of where everyone in the restaurant is and he would def seat rude people with servers he didn’t like

Finally I think Peter would be a food runner/busser (is that what people in the US call it? Idk), like it suits his scurrying vibes, he doesn’t really have to interact with other customers, but he also doesn’t really have to interact with the scary kitchen people either

[sioraiocht]

~ @storyofwhoiam || liked for a short starter || From Harry for Leah ~

"I have an update - there was a fight at the bar last night and Jamie was protecting Coby. It was like a scene from that bodyguard movie."

[marmalade-and-daisies]

just wrote a Librarian!Remus au! check me out @marmalade_and_daisies on ao3 :)

@avocado-plushie you asked to be tagged when I finally published this!

[harrystylesfan2686]

Angle shot A.U.

Pairing: Harry x Reader.

Summary: yn trying to have a good night but gets a blast from the past. Harry protecting 😈

Angle shot is a type of code to tell your bartender that you feel unsafe.

Neat= feel unsafe and need someone to escort to your car

With ice= need someone to call taxi

With lime= call police

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I signed while entering the bar. It was so crowded here. I'm at a local pub I heard about a couple days ago. I just had a fight with Cloe, my roommate, about maintenance fees which she isn't paying and I have to pay for her because our landlord is threatening to kick us out.

This was her 3th time not paying. She doesn't have money because she is unemployed. I hate it. I am the one always paying for everything like our maintenance, groceries, light bill, water bill, everything! I'm so mad at her.

Today, I had enough and confronted her about it. She ignored me and locked herself in the room as if what I say just doesn't matter. I got so mad and left the house yelling that either she is leaving or I am.

So here I am sitting in a bar deciding if I should drink or not since I'll be the one driving me home later. You know what, Fuck it. I'm drinking.

"Bartender" I called out.

"And what can I get for you, ma'am" a tall guy came in front of me. I could clearly hear the british accent in his words. Wow he's really hot. 6ft, green eyes, sharp jaw, totally my type.

"One sex on the beach, please"

"Going for the easy stuff I see" the guy smirked at me.

"Yeah well, not really in the mood to get drunk tonight"

The guy hummed and put a napkin that was in his hands on his shoulder. He turned around to get the liquor from the shelf behind him while I opened my purse to get my ID. When I was searching for it I realized I forgot my phone. Shit.

I put my ID on the table the same time the green-eyed hottie turned back to face me. He looked at my ID and nodded. He started making my drink while I used the time to observe him. I looked at his pin and read his name. Harry.

Now that I see him clearly, he had emerald green eyes. Dark brown curls that I just know are soft, I wanna run my hand through them. He had tattoos all over his left arm but not many in his right. And his hands, God! his hands are so big and amazing, I'm suddenly thinking of how they would feel wrapped around my throat.

I forced myself to get those dirty thought out of my mind and concentrate. I heard someone next to me call his name. He slid my drink to me and went to pay attention to them. I took a sip from my drink feeling bored now that he's gone.

I looked around the club. There are a lot of people here. Some teenagers playing poll at the right conner with girls all around them. There was a karaoke in the left conner and some girl was singing to the audience around her. And in the middle was the dance floor filled with people that are probably drunk on it.

I slowly started to look for a person I would like in the crowd. The thing is almost every guy was wearing black leather jacket with wet hair look and girls with makeup more then a kg applied on their face. I don't like anyone.

In the crowd I saw a familiar face. I boy. Probably my age. He was looking at me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, a big and disgusting smile formed on his face. Who is he? I've seen him before.

He has bright blue eyes, so bright that I can see them from this far. Black long hair that reached his shoulders, colored blonde at the end. The smile he was giving me was making me feel really uncomfortable.

Where have I see him?? Maybe on my Instagram or in my college camp-

Fuck! Jake! Fuck!!

I widden my eyes in realisation and which seems to have pleased him because he enlarged his smile. I quickly broke the eye contact and faced the bar now feeling unsafe.

Jake is my well, not technically but stalker. He has been following me for the last four months. He was everywhere, on my social media accounts, my classes, my house. I tried to file a report against him but turns out his father in the head chief of our area's police station. It didn't matter what I did. I tried to comfront him but then he said that I'll have to date him to stop the stalking. I told him no but he won't listen.

Last month I went to a club with my friends to celebrate our exams amazing results. We were all pretty intoxicated except my best friend, Liam. Everyone was having fun and everything was going great but then I noticed Jake was there too. I told Liam about that and he got really mad but I made him promise me not to do anything that would cause a scene. All was ok until Jake tried to touch me and dance with me. Liam saw that and got so mad. He beat the shit out of Jake and that almost got him in jail. None of them are allowed in that club now.

Jake was MIA for the next week after that but the messages started coming again 2 weeks ago. Why is he here?!

I look back in hopes he would be gone but he was still looking at me. I saw him take a step and start walking towards me.

Oh No.

I didn't even bring me phone!!!

I can walk straight out of here and get the car and but the parking is a bit far from this pub and I don't know if I want to be alone right now. I was thinking about what I can do when I suddenly remembered.

"Harry"

He came and looked at me with a smile. He was shaking a glass probably making a drink.

"One Neat angle shot, please"

I saw his smile disappear and his face harden. He put down his glass and looked at me with a protective gaze.

"Which one?"

I looked behind me to find Jake but he was suddenly besides me. I got stratled by his presence. I looked at Harry and motioned my eyes towards Jake. He saw him and frowned. Harry told someone to cover his shift and got out of the bar table.

"Come on" He said.

The both of us walked out of the club without giving another glance at Jake. I took out my keys and unlocked my car.

I opened my car and got in. Harry was here without saying or doing anything which was exactly what I needed right now.

"Thank you so much" I said to him after I sat down.

"It's ok you don't need to thank me" He said giving me a small smile. I returned it but surly he could tell it was fake.

"Also uh, here" He gave me a chit. I opened it and saw a phone number. "If you ever need it. Just call me or text it's ok"

I smiled real this time and said "thank you, Harry"

He nodded and wished me good night.

I said good night and turned on my car.

This was an eventful night. From the fight with Cloe to the bar to Jake and Harry. Harry is good I like him. Hopefully I won't need his number for anything; And if I do, hopefully it's for asking him to date me.

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[thegrimreaperisanerd]

POV: You offered him your slutty little bowtie on the offchance he'll make you a Revachol Mule (he won't)

might colour next time im painting

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a lonely Ravenclaw bartender working at Hog’s Head.

Face-claim: Adam Driver.

Requested by: anon.

[marchlione]

*biting and shaking* KIMRIS

[sydmarch]

There’s a character named Garte in Disco Elysium?

HES ONLY THE MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTER IN THE GAME!! (to me at least)

[dewitty1]

Chasing Shadows

manixzen @manixzen

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, additional background characters - Character, Original Characters Additional Tags: Murder Mystery, Case Fic, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Mild Internalized Homophobia, past homophobia, Coming Out, Self-Acceptance, Estrangement, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Bartender Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Alcohol, Drinking, Tattoos, Grimmauld Place, Dark Magic, Spell Damage, Suspense, Angst and Humor and Smut, Banter, The boys are so soft, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Anal Sex, Rimming, Oral Sex, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021, additional warning in Ch. 15 endnotes, Art, Illustrations

Summary:

The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.

A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.

Excerpt:

“Harry.”

Harry rolled onto his side, burying his face in a pillow.

“Harry.”

Harry grunted at the jarring motion of someone shaking his shoulder and blinked awake. Draco’s face came into view, leaning over him.

It took a minute for everything to come rushing back.

“Fuck. Sorry—I was so tired.”

“No I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have woken you.” Draco pressed his lips together. “I just—you had me worried.”

Harry scooted back so he could sit up, pulling his knees up; Draco sat back, giving him some space.

“What happened?” Draco asked.

Harry could see the tension in Draco’s face and realised he’d probably scared his friend half to death with his phone call. He wondered if there was any way to explain what happened without making it worse. Probably not.

“Someone put some sort of magical bomb in my house,” Harry said. “I opened the door and it went off.” He felt his hands start to tremble as he remembered flying through the air, the noise, the panic. He clasped his hands around his knees, holding them tight and trying to will his body to relax.

Draco’s eyes went wide and his jaw tensed as he looked Harry up and down. “Holy shit. Are you hurt? Do you need to go to a hospital? St Mungo’s?

“No, no— I’m okay. I mean… I’m tired and still recovering from last week.”

“Also known as the last time someone tried to kill you,” Draco muttered, before looking apologetic. “Sorry, that was— go on.”

Harry gave him a flat look, not interested in getting into another argument about how dangerous his job was.

“I had just got home. I was still on the other side of the door when it went off. The door took the brunt of it, and my shield held. But whatever it was, it was strong—and Dark. I could feel it battering my shield." Harry clasped his hands tighter as he recalled the event, trying to stop shaking. He was an Auror for Merlin’s sake; he’d survived a war. His body didn’t seem to get the message, though, because it continued to tremble.

“I’m just tired now, but I’m fine,” Harry said, keeping his voice steady, at least.

“Magical depletion?” Draco asked, and Harry nodded.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and looked like he was biting back whatever he wanted to say. That was fine by Harry; he didn’t want to hear it at the moment.

“That’s why you called from a different number. Someone is actually trying to kill you—it’s not that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Seems so.”

“Fuck.” Draco shook his head.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “I’m sorry to call like that. I didn’t know where else to go. I made sure I covered my tracks and made several jumps. I tried my best not to put you in danger.” He felt guilt bubbling up, even still—that he’d put Draco in harm’s way after insisting to Ron that it would be too dangerous to stay with Ron and his family.

“I don’t give a shit about that, Harry,” Draco said, anger rising in his voice. “I mean, I’m glad they can’t fucking find you. But I’m not worried about you putting me in danger—I’m worried someone is trying to fucking kill you.”

“Yeah…” Harry wished he could feel angry about it… He just felt weary. “Can I—I know it’s a lot to ask—” Harry looked around the small room, realising just how much of an imposition he would be.

“You want to stay here?”

“Sorry—it was a dumb idea.”

“For fuck’s sake, Harry.” Draco stood up, running his hand through his hair again before pacing the small room. “Of course you can stay. Stay as long as you need.”

“Just until it’s safe to go back to work,” Harry said. “Hopefully, I’ll be able to go back sometime next week, at least during the day when everyone is there.”

Draco stopped pacing and looked at him. “This is because of a case, though, right? Are they going to take you off of it?”

“What? No—we still need to catch whoever is behind this.”

“Is this still my father’s case? Because I can tell you with absolute honesty that I do not give a shit if you find the person responsible.”

“It’s bigger than that,” Harry said. He doubted he’d be able to let it go, regardless, let someone get away with murder. But this was far too large, too insidious. They needed to figure this out.

“But why does it have to be you? Why can’t it be someone else for once?” Draco started pacing again, only being able to take a couple of steps before having to turn around again.

“And put them in danger?” Harry asked, his face heating up with anger.

“Why the fuck not?!” Draco threw his hands in the air.

“This is my job, Draco.”

“Well I hate your fucking job.”

“What is your problem?”

“My problem?! You nearly died! You nearly died twice just this fucking week, and I don’t want to lose you!" Draco’s voice cracked.

Harry froze, mouth still open from a planned retort. "What?”

Draco’s face crumpled before he got it under control.

“I know it’s not my business—this is your life, but I like you in mine… I really like you in mine…”

“Okay?” Harry asked. He was too exhausted to trust that he was reading Draco’s response right, too tired to chance being wrong again after the party.

Draco closed his eyes for a moment and then took a sharp breath, his demeanour shifting at once back to cool and collected. “Sorry, you’re recovering and you nearly died. It isn’t the time. I’ll go put on some tea.” He turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Draco’s collected composure fell away, and Harry could see the pain in his grey eyes, clear as day. But there was something else there too. So, taking a chance, Harry tentatively got up from the bed and walked over to Draco. He slowly wrapped his fingers around Draco’s wrist, keeping him from running away. He gently cupped Draco’s face with his other hand, brushing his thumb gently over his cheek.

Draco didn’t pull away and held Harry’s gaze, so Harry mustered up what was left of his courage and leant in.

Draco inhaled sharply as he met Harry’s lips halfway. Draco’s lips were slightly chapped, and Harry ran his tongue along them- softly, carefully. Draco sighed against him, opening his lips to deepen the kiss.

Harry’s chest ached, emotions warring—relief, excitement, fear, all clashing together at once. But it was right. He knew this was right.

(´∀｀)♡