#draco's a big fan

[rockingrobin69]

Obviously, I have to pick trick!

Well well well, you pick naughty, hmm?

Very Horror Potter Show

“Isn’t this a little too—” Draco bit his bottom lip, tried for a word that wouldn’t make him want to vanish in embarrassment. “Tight?” was the terrible option he landed on.

“Hmm? No, you’re fine.” Potter was barely even looking at him. In his fishnets and the—ah—garters, and with the eyeliner Pansy was cruel enough to give him, he looked… Draco, dry-mouthed, truly lacked the vocabulary.

“It’s only,” he tried still, idiot, idiot, all flushed cheeked and sweaty with his torso on display and covered in, ugh, glitter, “it’s only—I don’t see why it has to be so short.”

Potter’s eyebrow rose. Did Draco mention the lipstick? He was wearing lipstick, and everything in the world was sticky and terribly hot. “You watched the film, yeah?”

“Of course I did. Pans and I sang along to every—but that’s not the point at all. It’s, Potter, it’s terribly skimpy!”

Rolling his eyes, mumbling something. When Draco begged his pardon, Potter repeated, a little too loud: “I said if anything it’s not short enough!” then, realising, and his pretty face going darker: “Er. I mean—I mean. You should wear gold more often.”

“Wha—” Draco’s cheeks were scorching hot. Also Potter was. Also, ah, he forgot where this was going. “Potter, you’re—very close.” And coming closer. This look in his eyes, a smouldering-predator type of thing, with the slightest of curves to his lips and the vest nearly bursting on his stupidly-buff chest. The pearls added something else to it that Draco had no name for, that made swallowing hard.

Hard, everything was—Potter smirked, and his hand was, ah, so shockingly close that Draco did the only reasonable thing and grabbed it for a huge lick. He didn’t notice he was sucking on Potter’s middle finger before he heard the gasp, and then, ah, quite, ah, surprised himself, he popped it out of his mouth and took the index one.

“What,” Potter said, gaping and beautiful, “are you doing?”

Draco shrugged. In the golden ‘shorts’ (read: bikini bottoms) he felt hardly like himself and very, very hard-ly. “Getting in character?” he tried through the mouthful.

Potter laughed, a hearty thing, and rolled his eyes in a strangely fond way. “It’s just a Halloween party,” but he cupped Draco’s cheek anyway, and he smelled like leather and sweat and cheap makeup, and he was everything Draco could see.

The costume was extremely short and obscenely tight. In it Draco barely felt like himself, barely felt anything but for this—heat. Probably less the swim trunk’s fault and more Potter, the horror, the wanker, the… wonderful fiend who was busy marking his way down Draco’s neck. They might be late to the party, and Draco wholly, completely and utterly didn’t care.

[a-titty-ninja]

「ドラコケンタウロス」 by めそんちゅ | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I truly wish I had any artistic talent just so I could lowkey redo all dramione fanart with Astoria because oh my god the ratio of dramione to drastoria fan content is so heartwrenchingly depressing

[alexhasalotofthoughts]

If anyone wants to know how I am doing I have started reading Harry Potter fan fiction and have not been revising for the real and very important exam I have in 8 days.

I downloaded it, learnt what an Epub file is and what software I needed to open and edit them, reformatted it, added a cover and uploaded it to my Kobo. That is how dedicated I was to reading this for some reason.

It's actually quite good, to be fair. I am invested. I am also going insane, though, so I could probably become invested in a pile of sticks if it was directly in front of me and not a direct cause of my stress/insanity.

[jacksallys]

i think it’s inch resting how regulus’s fanon personality, “redemption” arc and overall his entire plot line is just… draco malfoy? like in canon regulus had a self made pinterest board of death eater propaganda in his bedroom and now he is dark haired draco malfoy. like. WHICH it’s fucking insane to me because u ask the average jegulus fan their opinion on drarry and. they hate it. it’s weird to them. but regulus black is just draco malfoy, i’m not saying people write james as harry however. i definitely think people tend to take harry’s entire being, question how he’d act if he hadn’t been abused and go yup that’s james! which. ok. if reg is already draco in a wig then why not!

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The rain has stopped, but I’m still dripping water, creating a tail of muddy water as I lumber towards the bookshop.

The big windows give me a show. Past the display of new releases, books advertised for the coming school year, there’s a woman with a stack of books hovering beside her.

She’s wearing a dark mauve long sleeve blouse, that looks like soft wool. Her hips are clad in denim that hugs every bit of her curves. Her long chestnut hair hangs to the small of her back, just above a perfect little ass, in perfectly smooth ringlets.

I know it’s her. Nobody looks that good in denim. Only her.

I’m chewing on my knuckles as I watch her. She’s putting books away. She’s organizing them. She works here. Hermione Granger works in a book shop and nothing makes more sense than that.

She looks peaceful.

It’s a Friday afternoon and the store is mostly empty. Only a few patrons are inside, tucked into little corners, their faces stuffed inside of the pages of a book.

This is the day I take all of her peace away.

Her curves are soft, her hair looks like silk. I think I could stare at her all day, every day. I think I could pull up a chair and move into this spot. I could sit here and gnaw at my fingers, just to keep them from reaching out and touching her.

Because, she was my witch. She is my witch, but then I left her.

And all this time, I think really, I’ve always only been hers.

Just hers.

I’ve been looking at pictures of her for years, obsessing over her mouth, her eyes. I’ve fisted myself to those photos, and now she’s here and she wont turn around to look at me. She’s drifting further and further away, disappearing into the dark crevices of the shop as she continues to shelf book afer book.

I have to slap myself in the face.

The ants, they’re a thing. Whenever I feel any heightened form of an emotion, the ants are there. Crawling over me, nipping at my skin.

Anxiety is the worse. Anger is a close second.

So with a few quick kills, I finally take a deep breath and run my hands over my face and through my wet hair before I enter the shop.

There’s a distinct smell that the pages and bindings of books gives off. It reminds me of the library in Hogwarts. It reminds me of the looks shared between us as children. The soft lift of her lips. The bright topaz rays of sunlight dripping from her eyes.

She’s disappeared down the non-fiction aisle. I take the path beside it. Romance, fiction. What irony.

The aisle is empty but I can hear her on the other side, humming softly to herself. I can fucking smell her from here. Lavender, books, something else I cant quite put my finger on. I don’t know what paradise looks like, but I think it smells like Granger. She’s nearing the end of her aisle. She’s about to round the shelf and find me.

A moment of panic hits me. What if she doesn’t remember me? What if father obliviated her, as well?

Before I have a chance to think of something to say when I see her, she rounds the corner and I freeze. I’m still dripping rain water onto the carpet. It’s running down my neck, disappearing into my collar.

For a moment, the world stops spinning.

Golden Brown topaz eyes like the sunset in India are locked onto me with obvious shock. Neither of us move. There’s something heavy in the air between us. It feels like the ocean, but it looks like a mountain.

The entire universe is focused in on us and I think maybe I’m not a god. Maybe I’m just this little nebulous star outside of the solar system, so fucking far from anything tangible. All that surrounds me is ionized gas, helium and hydrogen. Just unidentifiable elements that are so different from the human and wizarding race, that I just feel like a god. Because I’m nothing like the rest of them.

But, neither is she.

She blinks, like she's trying to adjust the picture. Like she thinks she’s hallucinating.

I find myself fighting a smile as her little matte pink lips form a little rosebud. Her fair skin is kissed by the sun, and there’s a new dusting of freckles along her cheeks, over her nose. Her heart shaped face is just as I remember it.

Her body.

Fuck, her body is that of a goddess.

Rounder, fuller breasts than I can recall. A soft stomach narrowing at the waist before her hips flare out in such a delicious way I think I might go hungry just for a chance to taste her again. I’ll die at her alter. I'll starve until I can make amends for what I’ve done.

Because, there, in those sun-filled eyes, there's something stormy about them. Pain and something more jaded lurk there.

“Granger,” My voice is nothing but little bits of gravel that fall from my lips as I step towards her.

“Draco.” She whispers, blinking again. “Oh my gods.” Her delicate little hand goes to her mouth. She’s shaking her head, unsure of how to treat me. “What are-” Her voice breaks slightly, and she has to pause to clear her throat. She’s trying to whisper, out of courtesy of the guests who are reading in the corners. “What are you doing here?” She glances around the store, but all she can see is me and the books that surround us.

My mouth has dried out, completely. All I can do is swallow and lick my lips but nothing is enough. Nothing but her mouth and her hips will ever make me feel quenched ever again.

“It took me five years,” I start in a whisper. I step closer to her. She doesn’t move. Her shoes have melted into the carpet. “But I finally remember.”

Her dark little eyebrows knit together as her eyes dart around my face, peeling back the truth of my words, looking underneath the rug of my eyes to see what the fuck it is I am trying to say. I think she sees the love there, the truth that all this time, I’ve been working so fucking hard. Just to remember that once upon a time, we were together. And we were in love.

Her eyes widen before her face crumbles into the most painful look I have ever seen on her. Her little hands fly up and slap over her face. Shaking her head over and over, her shoulders shake with silent cries.

“This can’t be happening.” She’s panicking. She’s crying and all I can do is reach out, sliding my hands onto either side of her face. Her cheeks are so warm, so soft, I want to bite into them. I want to kiss them, nibble at them. Make them my own.

“Shh,” Somehow, I’m pressing against her and I’m sliding my hands around her and holding her against my body. Her hands find their way to my back, her arms holding me in.

She’s sobbing now, and shaking her head. Suddenly, she pulls away and chokes on a sound I can’t understand. A growl or a laugh. “No.” She shoves the tears away from her face. “No, you can’t do this.”

“I can and I am.” I frown down at her. My hands refuse to leave her body. They stay at her shoulders, and I’m bending my knees so that I can look her in her angry little eyes. “I have been trying to get back to you for years, love. You have no idea how fucking hard it’s been.”

Her lip trembles as she fights off another sob. “You can’t just do this!” She cries, practically pleading with me. “You’re getting married tomorrow, Draco!” She’s not trying to be quiet for the guests now. She’s so angry and bright, it’s striking.

I love it, her anger. It sends my heart soaring.

It fills me with something like lust. Maybe something more.

“I don’t want to marry her, Granger, you know I don't!”

“But it’s been five years!” She shoves at my chest, but I don’t let go. Instead, I move my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks, pressing my fingers gently into her skin. “I’ve been working my ass off just to forget you!” She scoffs. “And trust me, it’s nearly impossible. But I am trying to move on. I am moving on!”

“I’m sorry, Granger. I’m so fucking sorry. You have no idea...I didn’t choose to forget you. Please, don’t move on, because I’m here. I’m right here.” I glance down at the space between us. A space we both used to fill. And now it’s empty, warped.

But she’s staring at me like I’ve betrayed her in ways I couldn’t imagine.

I can’t stop the burning that creeps into the back of my eyes, or the tightness in my throat. My chest is cracked open and all of my pain, all the fucking misery is just pouring out of me. It’s mixing with her tears and together it all just flops together on the floor, like fish out of water, slowly dying from the oxygen.

“But you left!” She slaps at my hands, my arms, my chest. “I asked you to stay and you left.”

She’s talking about the day we left for Christmas break. She’s right. I left her. I claimed her as mine and then I left.

“And now it’s all too complicated.”

“I know I fucked up,” I say as my fingers move to her hair. Gods, I’ve missed the texture. I’m so in love with her hair that I think I might like to steal it, wrap it around my neck. If I can’t have her, I think I might die. Her hair will be my noose.

It’s funny. I’ve spent the last five years, piecing together the memory of this witch and knowing that I love her. I’ve managed to survive this long but suddenly, with her in front of me, I think I might die without her.

All this time, I’ve been convinced that I’m the god. But really, it’s her. She’s the one that gives the world life, like some sort of sun goddess.

“You aren’t the only one who fucked up, Draco.” She shakes her head and her shoulders slump. She’s not fighting me anymore and somehow that is scarier. Her words, her lack of fight.

“I know you kissed Zacharias Smith.” I shrug.

She looks up at me, confused. “What?”

“In eighth year, after I left. You kissed him."

“That was just a drunken dare. And I only did that in hopes that it would get back to you.”

Of course. “It worked. I hate him even more.”

She huffs out a little laugh but there is no mirth in it. “That isn’t how I fucked up, Draco. I was within my rights to do that.” Her lower lip catches between her teeth and she looks away from my face, focusing on my shoulder.

“Whatever it is, I forgive you.”

Her lips lift gently, but the smile is all sadness. Just fucking drenched in the kind of sadness you never ever want to see portrayed on the face of the woman you love.

“You shouldn’t.”

“What could you possibly have done that is worse than what I have done, Granger?”

She refuses to meet my eye. “It doesn’t matter, Malfoy. You’re getting married tomorrow. And I have to move on.” Her little nose scrunches up in a grimace. “I am moving on.”

I’m growing desperate. My hands dig into her hair, my fingers pressing against the back of her head and I move my body closer to hers. Her breasts are smashed into my torso, her neck is straining as I forcer her to look up at me.

“I’ll end it all for you.” I whisper as I move my mouth to her forehead. I kiss her there. I kiss her eyebrow. She’s melting into me, sighing and trembling with want and anxiety. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” I whisper into her temple.

Granger growls and shoves at my chest. It’s like my words wrenched her out of the moment, and forced her to stay on track.

I step back and blink down at her.

‘Stop it!” Her chest is heaving, her eyes are little flames of fury and she’s gritting her teeth through the tears. “I’m not yours anymore. I never will be.”

I think my skin is cracking, and flaking to the floor because her eyes soften when they take in my expression. I don’t know what kind of expression is on my face. I just know that my heart is gone.

“Please, Draco.” She whisper cries. “Please, just go.”

My heart is fluttering somewhere amongst the stacks as I walk away. I wonder if it will continue to beat whenever she walks by, or if it is forever lost to the tales of romance and fiction.

[midgardianqueenreturns]

Really can’t stand “Daily reminder X Character is A Bad Person” types of posts. Even if it’s a character I don’t like it’s such an obnoxious virtue signal. Doesn’t matter if it’s about a villain or even just a jerk character. Just shut up with your virtue signalling, I can assure you the vast majority of the character’s fans don’t condone that.

[fierylittleniece]

👀 (From Draco)

"I want him to [REDACTED] my [REDACTED] until I nearly split open. I want his [REDACTED] all over my [REDACTED] until it's impossible to wash his scent off. I want him to pick me up and use my body like a [REDACTED] until the only thing he'll ever want is me."

[vcreatures]

PRINTS AVAILABLE

if you’ve been following me long enough you know I love a mimic. From my false faced mermaids that I’ve been painting for years to butterfly dragons, I’m a big fan of illusion in the bestiary world.

I bring you the Ginkgo Draco, another member of the Botanical Drakes. 

[drakey-wakey]

went out for a walk in the park and ran into a guy playing some punk music on a lil guitar and he started playing streetlight songs and i went a little insane i went and hung out with him for a bit and sang along with him for a while it was a sick time

[valoale]

Thank you for 300 followers !!!

I’d like to thank each and everyone who has liked/reblogged/shown interest in my art— it means the world to me. Thank you for all your kind words and encouragement, I can’t even express how I feel. Surreal is the closest I can come up with.

Crazy to think there are already so many of you here only in two and a half months, and I’ve had the chance to get to know to the most amazing people and I’m ever so grateful for every each one of you. Thank you for making my day to day life so much better. I should say it more.

300 is a huge number for me and I’ll be celebrating it with more art I’ll be sprinkling around soon whilst listening to 80’s bangers

Hope you’ll have a great day

[dramaticals]

DRAMIONE FIC RECS + WHY YOU SHOULD READ THEM — 100k+ words edition

hogwarts: a home by coralcollective — reimagined horcrux hunt. draco is so down bad for hermione and the smut is crazyyy. theo/hermione friendship. pansy is the breakout character and you'll love her. there's nsfw art and inappropriate use of the malfoy signet ring. please check the tags! (it says incomplete on ao3, but it's only missing epilogues so don't be afraid of starting it)

word count: 372,978

chapters: 67/70

the commoner's guide to bedding a royal by olivieblake — god, this fic!!!! it's a modern royal au and the ensemble of characters make this whole world feel so alive. it's inspired by will/kate and harry/meghan and it's sooo cute. theo and daphne were the breakout characters and i love them dearly. if you're looking for a lighthearted romcom-esque, occasionally angsty (because duh!) fic, this is it!!! i probably read this in two days which is insane considering the word count, but that should just tell you how lovely this whole fic was. there's a second part to this if you're itching for more afterwards (and it's just as good!)

word count: 503,570

chapters: 45/45

draco malfoy and the mortifying ordeal of being in love by isthisselfcare — honestly if you haven't read this yet..... this is god tier. a CLASSIC. this should be taught in the schools. hermione's a magical researcher / healer and draco's one of the best aurors out there. he's assigned to protect hermione because she's in the midst of a big discovery. hermione's not happy about it and draco isn't either. slow burn!! idiots in LOVE!! forced proximity!!!!! EMBEDDED ART!!! honestly this is the fic that made me want to learn how to bind which is so serious and if you haven't read this yet you need to.

word count: 199,548

chapters: 36/36

the disappearances of draco malfoy by speechwriter — this is my new canon. it's a deathly hallows rewrite where draco accepts dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the order. enemies to friends to lovers. i honestly can't even remember what happened in canon because this is IT for me.

word count: 289,780

chapters: 33/33

this world or any other series by olivieblake — includes clean (book one) and marked (book two). anything by olivieblake should be a must-read, i swear to god. this one starts as a year 6 slow burn. draco and hermione are assigned partners for potions and it all snowballs from there. olivie writes so beautifully and her characterizations for hermione / draco are so good. slight warning for marked: this destroyed me and i pretend it doesn't exist, but it's still a must-read.

word count: 118,892 & 178,268

chapters: 31/31 & 39/39

rights and wrongs series by lovesbitca8 — you want fluffy dramione? read the first two parts of the rights and wrongs series. you want dark and heavy dramione? read the auction, an alternate universe of the fluffy dramione, where voldemort wins and they all get auctioned off to death eaters. please check the tags for the voldy wins au! all three were chef's kiss and coming from someone who isn't a fan of dark aus, reading the first two helped me get through the auction because you know where draco's coming from / what's in his head. you can just read the auction without reading the first two parts unless you like catching parallels and having more depth / context (which i very much love).

word count: 174,911 & 160,297 & 325,876

chapters: 36/36 & 24/24 & 41/41

[girllblogging777]

𝑠𝑙𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 ༉‧₊˚.

↳ to the “heather” trend

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𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒

☆ matt is a little cocky about the whole thing. when he realizes you want his sweater for the trend, he’ll make a big show of teasing you.

☆ “oh, so you’re one of those girls now, huh? fine, but if you’re wearing my sweater, everyone’s gonna know who you belong to."

☆ despite the teasing, he hands it over with a grin and won’t stop smirking every time he sees you in it. he might even demand a photo for “evidence.”

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𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡

☆ theo is quiet but observant, so he’s already aware of the trend before you even mention it.

☆ he wordlessly hands it to you on december third with a soft smile. “it’s yours, amore. you know that, right?"

☆ he enjoys the understated intimacy of you wearing his clothes, and if anyone comments on it, he just gives them a knowing smirk.

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𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑘𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑒

☆ enzo is all for it, no hesitation. as soon as he hears about the trend, he’s practically throwing his sweater at you.

☆ "here, babe. take it! honestly, you should’ve asked sooner."

☆ he’s the type to brag to everyone about how good you look in his clothes, and he’ll probably try to convince you to keep it permanently. bonus points if he later steals it back just for fun.

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𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

☆ draco is not a fan of trends, but when he realizes this one involves you wearing his sweater, he suddenly gets on board. he shrugs off his sweater and hands it to you, acting like it’s no big deal.

☆ "here. you might as well wear mine. can’t have people thinking you belong to someone else."

☆ he pretends to be indifferent, but seeing you in his sweater makes him proud, and he'll walk a little taller all day.

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𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑧𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑖

☆ blaise catches on pretty quickly, though he pretends not to care at first. when he realizes you're expecting his sweater, he smirks, takes it off, and drapes it over your shoulders with a dramatic flair.

☆ "you didn’t have to start a trend just to get my sweater, love. but I’ll admit, you look better in it than I do."

☆ he makes it seem like he’s doing you a favor, but deep down, he loves how proud you look wearing it.

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a/n : happy december third everyone, here’s a sweater for you in honour of “heather” day !!! please like, comment & reblog <3

tell me if you wanna be added to the tag list ! @redeemingvillains @leona-hawthorne @shiftingwithmars @tateshifts @rose-of-the-grave @clar2aa @iris-qt @sp7-mr @deadghosy @deadsnakey @helendeath @jolly4holly @larmesdevanille @dexoq @shiftingwithleah @sunkissedscribbles @chelawrites @myunperfektstorys @yikesitslush @slut-for-fictional-men @romantasyreader28 @witchsrecs @mattiesgf @reidol0gy @kenjikishimotoswifey @2dloveshp @riddlesgrl @nottsangel-recs

[sectumsempraaa]

Taking a flight with the Slytherin boys (headcanons)

i wrote these while delayed for several hours at the airport yesterday 🫶🏼 a lil something for y’all while i work on requests!

feat. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo x reader

Draco:

- is extremely confused why he has to take off his shoes at security

- threatens the TSA agent during a pat down

- refuses to eat airport food

- pays his way into one of the airline lounges to get away from the public

- doesn’t “trust” the muggle pilot- asks if he can fly the plane instead

- “Draco this is a Boeing 747 not a Nimbus 2000”

- upgrades you both to first class and orders you expensive drinks

- aisle seat kinda guy

- booked a car service for y’all to be ready immediately upon landing

- asks his dad if they have a private jet bc he literally never wants to do that again

Mattheo:

- oh no

- where is he

- you’re not even there for 10 minutes before you lose him

- you find him signing up for Clear bc he hates waiting in lines

- sets the metal detector off bc he “didn’t know” that knives are prohibited on planes

- buys way too much stuff at the grab and go store bc he doesn’t want y’all to be hungry

- teasing you with his hands between your thighs before takeoff

- falls asleep on your shoulder for the entire flight

- big time nuzzling his face in your neck

Blaise:

- airport dad energy

- gets y’all to the airport 3 hours before takeoff

- has everyones documents photo copied in a physical folder

- if the whole group is there he is doing a headcount every 15 minutes

- puts airtags in everyones backpacks in case someone wanders off

- orders you a fancy meal on the plane. this man won’t let you settle for snacks

- makes sure you’re extremely comfortable (seat all the way back, borrowing his pillow, adjusting the air temp bc he knows you get cold)

- not a fan of heights!! plays with your hair to distract himself

Theo:

- showing up to the airport with minutes to spare

- checks all your bags bc he won’t let y’all carry that crap around

- knows your coffee order and is also a caffeinated king

- downloaded a carefully selected line up of his and your favorite films on his ipad

- buys you both painfully cheesey matching airport merch (ie: I ♡ NY shirts)

- if your flight gets delayed he is buying y’all mimosas at the airport bar

- buys the third seat so it’s just you guys in your row (so he can makeout with you whenever he wants)

Lorenzo:

- mans is dressing SO comfy

- hand on your lower back at all times

- staring at your ass all day, he lovesss when you wear those yoga pants

- gets yelled at for trying to go through the metal detector with you

- striking up conversation with strangers who have service dogs

- taking pictures of EVERYTHING

- mega turbulence anxiety but tries so hard to keep his composure for you

- definitely curated a soothing playlist for the flight

- “Y/N, you’re missing the safety demonstration”

- asks for a blanket and drapes it over both of you bc this man wants to cuddle until the wheels hit the ground

- 100% tries to sit on the actively moving baggage claim carousel

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ALL of them refer to you as their “wife” for fun whenever talking to strangers or employees. “my wife would like a glass of champagne.” “a blanket for my wife and i, please.” “me and my wife are headed back home for the holidays.”

[maxwellatoms]

Big fan here. However my wife didn’t like the episodes that featured Nigel Planter because she’s a big fan of Harry Potter and we are currently marathoning the movies. She wants to know if you actually read any of the books because she’s wondering why did you portray the parody versions of the characters in a unflattering way and getting things wrong such as making Nigel not a Nobel as Harry and why “Not Hermione” has a thing for “Not Draco” when in the books Hermione and Draco hate eachother and Draco refers to Hermione as “Mudblood”.

So she just wants to know if you actually read the books or saw the movies or just made up things on a whim for the sake of parodying Harry Potter.

Billy & Mandy was my "Mad Magazine"-style satire. Anything was fair game to make fun of just because it existed. Like anything else on the show, Nigel Planter was the dumbest version of that particular character. He had a big "L" on his forehead, so he wasn't destined for greatness the way Harry was.

We were also in the middle of the book releases during Billy & Mandy, and I think we wrapped about the time Order of the Phoenix was released. We didn't have all of the information on how the actual stories were going to play out, so I pretty much let the storyboard artists do what they wanted with the specifics.

That being said, back then I hadn't mastered the art of the uppercut. Today, I'd give J.K. and her boy a more serious, justified thrashing.

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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 dive in.

“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 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!