#peachbabypie

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Reverse Bang 2022 :

@harrydracobang || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 48 works The Mods : @gracerene & @writcraft Banner © : @procoffeinating (official banner) + @gnarf​ (x) + @juliustwo (x)

...And They Were Co-Teachers by @goblinmatriarch [T, 31k] — inspired by ART from @betty26blue

All Over Again by @aqua-myosotis [E, 35k] — inspired by ART from Mrs_Croft

And Still I Dream by @greenmegsnoham [E, 42k] — inspired by ART from Gaudium_Chara

At the Doorway, On the Stair by @dwell-the-brave [T, 30k]  *restricted — inspired by ART from @p1013

Bad Faith by Stopme [E, 23k] — inspired by ART from @fantalfart

Beneath the Cloak by @avenueofesc [M, 31k] — inspired by ART from @apriicat

Blame Is Shaped Like A Circle by @sleepstxtic [T, 7k] — inspired by ART from @gnarf

But We Could Be So Good by allwaswell16 [M, 12k] — inspired by ART from @chamomileteafuel

Chasing unicorns, finding love by @sassy-cissa [E, 27k] — inspired by ART from @navi1088

a convergence of inks by @thebooktopus [E, 21k] — inspired by ART from @babooshkart

Dead Ends by @toxik-angel [E, 18k] — inspired by ART from @melcarrianna

Deadheading the Odd Dahlia by @peachpety [E, 8k] — inspired by ART from @beyondtheclose

Death Comes for Us All by @lumosatnight [E, 5k] — inspired by ART from @juliustwo

Dreaming of Snakes by @deathsdaisy [E, 14k] — inspired by ART from @chizumakiii

Déjà Vu by @maesterchill [E, 11k]   *restricted — inspired by ART from @celilasart​

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss [M, 35k] — inspired by ART from @upthehillart

Edificabo by @doubleappled [E, 18k] — inspired by ART from @iaooa

Ever Since We Founded Rome by @ftmshepard [M, 5k] — inspired by ART from @melcarrianna

Fields of Gold by Pineau_noir [T, 19k] — inspired by ART from @digthewriter

The Final Case of Auror H.J. Potter by @pennygalleon [E, 14k] — inspired by ART from @caroll-in

Fool Me Twice by @sorrybutblog [E, 38k] — inspired by ART from dustmouth

Forever Was a Lie by @thesleepiesthufflepuff [E, 22k] — inspired by ART from dustmouth

From Behind The Wall by @nymphadoratonqs [M, 19k] — inspired by ART from @apriicat

Grey Eyes and Lies by @makeitp1nk [E, 17k]   *restricted — inspired by ART from @veelawings

The Heart Remembers by @ladderofyears [E, 28k] — inspired by ART from @rasha-dee

If You're Cold He's Cold, Bring Him Inside by Dazeventura6 [G, 7k] — inspired by ART from @okay-sky

In Bad Faith by @fencer-x [E, 62k] — inspired by ART from @secretartlair

In the Shape of Things to Come by @academicdisasterfic [E, 15k] — inspired by ART from @t4tdrarry

the long game by @ayebydan [M, 5k]   *restricted — inspired by ART from @inveigler81

Lost & Found by @gnarf [E, 17k] — inspired by ART from @ladderofyears

luminous by @softlystarstruck [T, 13k] — inspired by ART from @pato-roldnart

Monster by @orange-peony [E, 71k] — inspired by ART from @pato-roldnart

Mushrooms of Wiltshire by @shiftylinguini [T, 5k] — inspired by ART from @artdecielle

Only Getting Closer by @digthewriter [T, 5k] — inspired by ART from @ladderofyears

Orb Power by @maraudersaffair [E, 7k] — inspired by ART from @drarrydoodles

right where you should be by @jokedads [M, 16k] — inspired by ART from @digthewriter

Sinking to Swim by @pheaphilus [T, 9k] — inspired by ART from @drarrydoodles

so bitter. so sweet. by @nerdherderette [E, 19k] — inspired by ART from @sugareey-makes-stuff

Spinning Fouettés by @purplehotmess [E, 15k] — inspired by ART from Mrs_Croft

Statues Crumble by @xanthippe74 [T, 13k] — inspired by ART from @fictional

The stuff of clouds and skies by @myrtlefics [T, 7k] — inspired by ART from @jidangao

To the victor goes the booty by @vibinglikeitsstill2014 [T, 6k] — inspired by ART from @artdecielle

The Troll by @deliciousblizzardshark [M, 5k] — inspired by ART from @sator-the-wanderer

The Unspeakable by @the-sinking-ship [E, 24k] — inspired by ART from @peachbabypie

We Were Something (don't you think so) by @slyth-princess [M, 19k]   *restricted — inspired by ART from @celilasart

What Makes a House a Home by @writcraft [E, 27k] — inspired by ART from @rasha-dee

What's in a Name by JK_Terfling_Can_Suck_My_Silicone_Dick [G, 15k]   *restricted — inspired by ART from @maesterchill

WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT by @vukovich [E, 58k] — inspired by ART from @fantalfart

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✔ other fests in 2022 ✔ fests in other years ✔ H/D Big Bang : 2021 | 2018

[peachbabypie]

Junsui — Pure

[starkergames]

STARKER GAMES ROUND 1

Who: Artists and Writers

What: A Starker Event for artists to collaborate and writers to write!

Where: Predominately Discord and Tumblr (for now)

When: November 1, 2019 to February 1, 2020

Artist Signup Date Closes: October 31, 2019

Writer Signup Date Closes: November 31, 2019

HOW This will be very similar to a Reverse Big Bang with some changes.

Instead of 1 Artist with 1 Writer, we will have a (3 member) team of artists that will create art with a topic in mind.

Writers, you begin in December and will have 2 months to write something amaaaazing to correspond with the art! Writers have (first come, first serve) the ability to pick what topic/art they would like to work on and have until Feb. 1, 2020 to finish their fic, it will be epic!

Artist Applications Here   Writer Applications Here 

Overall Rules:

Theme: Just has to be Starker (You can pick with your group!)

Since this is our very first round, let’s keep it SFW for now. If we get enough requests for NSFW or a lower amount of expected minors, we’ll open up the next round to NSFW. But for now, S A F E  F O R W O R K only please!

 Artists & Writers:

You and your team will have an area within the server to brainstorm, talk, and create a magical collab!

 Artists:

1. Groups of 3: You and 2 other artists will be paired together for a three way collaboration.  Each one of you will be assigned a role: Sketch, Ink, Color. 

You and your group will choose the topic for the art and may choose to make 1 drawing or 3. Up to you. (But please inform us — because we need to know the appropriate amount of art to assign to writers)


 2. Please pick a team name so we can go ahead and create a room for you to discuss your ideas should you choose to use it  


3. If you don’t have a digital drawing program, no worries, please discuss with your team mates and see if you can try to find a solution — if not, please discuss with me or the mods and we can figure something out :P


4. Each role will have ONE MONTH to complete their part of the collaboration. 

Finished Art deadline is February 1, 2020

 Writers:

1. Each artist group will have a description of what they are creating; first come first serve basis for you as a writer to pick which topic you want to work on. 


2. Writers portion will begin in DECEMBER 1, 2019 — allowing artist groups to have a 1 month head start to get their sketches in (so writers may have an idea of what they are writing for)


 3. Writers will be added to their respective teams and all content creators can discuss and work within their selected channels / or choose to discuss off server


4. Writers will have 2 MONTHS to complete their portion of the collaboration. Minimum 2,000 words. 

Writer deadline is February 1, 2020. 

Hope you can join us! <3 

[starkerintheparker]

thank you for existing. (send this to ten people you're glad that exist--if you wanna)

Omg can’t believe I’m just seeing this now, tysm 😭 right back at you bby, I’m so lucky to have you and our Starker and Drarry headcanons to push me through the week! Our talks are definitely a highlight of my days so thank YOU for existing and for dealing with my nonsense babbling, you’re the best 💕

[darker-soft-starker]

Thank you for existing! Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💖

😭😭😭 Peeaaaachh I adore the fricken heck outta you, thank you for this message, you warmed my heart xoxoxo 💖💖

[im-a-goner-foryou]

For @peachbabypie, who made this gorgeous art and let me write something for it even though I am 100% unworthy :')

The fizz of cherry cola is bliss on his tongue, a burst of cough-syrup sweet on his tongue; a contented sigh slipping out against his own will, he quickly tips the remnants of the can down his parched throat. A scratchy laugh reaches his ears from somewhere behind him.

“Careful there dollface, don’t want you choking on that… well.” Peter suckles the last dregs of cola, not bothering to turn around; doesn’t need to anyways, the owner of that sleazy voice sliding smoothly into the empty space beside him-- Peter faces forward determinedly, legs swinging idly off the bar stool, hoping his new companion catches on fast enough.

Just his luck, however, this creep didn’t seem to get the memo. “Now, what’s a sweet thing like you doin’ in a place like this?” he drawls out, alcohol-laden breath enough to make Peter’s stomach turn.

“Having a drink,” He replies with a forced politeness, because his daddy raised him well. He pauses, then adds, “obviously.”

The stranger laughs again like he’s just been told the funniest joke-- an ugly thing that makes Peter’s eye twitch— and scoots even closer. The can crumples under his grip.

“Can I help you with something?” he grits out, finally turning around; huh, so the guy’s personality isn’t the only thing about him that’s ugly.

“No, but I can get you a proper drink. Help loosen you up a little, god knows you need it dollface--”

Peter stands up abruptly, his stool screeching against the linoleum from the force of his violent movement, to swat the man’s extending hand away in disgust. “I swear to fuck,” he leers, injecting as much venom in his voice as possible, “if you call me that one more time, I’ll punch those ugly teeth of yours in so hard you wouldn’t be able to speak for the remainder of your pathetic life.”

Silence falls over the whole diner, his threat hanging in the suddenly still air; everyone turning towards their altercation to watch on in mild interest. The man’s face sours instantly, expression twisting into one of rage as he whips something out of his back pocket— heartbeat thudding in his ears, Peter ducks reflexively, fingers already reaching for the pocketknife strapped to his heels, when a hand wrapping firmly around his elbow gives him pause. He’d recognize that steady, familiar grip anywhere.

“There you are,” Tony says, as cool as ever, unfaltering even under Peter’s death glare. “I was wondering where you ran off to.”

Peter tugs against the unyielding grip, scowling as his struggle only serves to tighten Tony’s hold. “Well, you found me,” he spits; Tony glances down at him warningly from behind his aviators, lit cigarette hanging from downturned lips, and Peter’s stricken with the urge to either knock the goddamn thing out of the man’s mouth, or kiss his ridiculously handsome boyfriend stupid.

The creep interrupts him before he can make his decision. “Stark,” he sneers in greeting, disdain evident in his tone though his voice now wavers with unmistakable fear. “this boy belong to you?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Peter snarls before he can stop himself-- Tony squeezes his elbow discreetly in a silent reprimand.

“That’s right,” he answers, grey smoke curling around the sides of his face as he plucks the cigarette out of his mouth, stomps it underneath a boot. His smile is cold as he adds in a low drawl, “he’s mine,” and that absolutely does not make Peter swoon, okay?

Only a little.

Thankfully, the creep seems as though he isn't dense enough to miss to clear message to back off this time; gaze intent on the both of them, he lowers himself back onto his seat, and the grip on Peter’s arm loosens. “Well then,” Tony says breezily despite the tense silence filling the room, draping an arm around Peter’s shoulders to haul him close. “What say you and I blow this joint, sweetheart?”

It’s only when they turn to leave does the man jeer, “might wanna keep that ‘sweetheart’ of yours in check, if he’s gonna go around acting like a whore.”

Peter feels the swell of anger flush his cheeks, feels himself clench his fists even as Tony stiffen beside him; before he’s even given a chance to react the older man is ripping away from him, the sound of boots striding across hardwood quickly accompanied by scuffling, a dull thud unmistakable to one of a punch, and a pained yelp. Tony’s eyes are wild, dangerous behind his shades; his dog tags having slipped lose from inside his shirt and jingling as he slams the man up against the bar by a grip on the collar of his shirt.

“Care to say that again?” Tony hisses, voice now barely above a quiet grovel, and Peter can’t help but admire that clenched jaw—all sharp angles, framed by silver-grey stubble. The poor guy in Tony’s grip looks as though he’s about to wet himself; he shakes all over as he stammers out a negative. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.” Releasing him, Tony steps back and jerks his chin meaningfully at the barkeeper, then straightens the lapels of his bomber jacket.

“Let’s go,” he barks to Peter, who kicks off from where he’s leaning against the counter and, for good measure, sticks his tongue out at the clearly shaken man before following Tony out the door. The air outside is cool against his flushed skin, ruffling through his hair as he stomps his way over to where Tony’s already leaning against his parked motorbike, agitation etched clearly into those rugged features as he lights another cigarette.

 “Did he touch you?’” the man asks as soon as he’s within reach, grabbing ahold of his arm in a possessive grip. “That bastard didn’t fucking touch you, did he? Because I’ll kill him, I’ll fucking kill him--”

“Oh, as though I’d let him lay a finger on me,” Peter scoffs, yanking away from his hold and glaring into Tony’s narrowed eyes through yellow-tinted frames. “I could have handled that guy perfectly fine all by myself, y’know.”

“’Course you could, I don’t doubt it.” Taking a deep drag of the cigarette, Tony pins him with another one of those disapproving looks of his. “But that doesn’t mean you should go around starting fights, baby.” At Peter’s purposeful glance to his now reddened knuckles, he rolls his eyes. “That’s different.”

“Is it now?”

“Yes, it is,” Tony growls, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him close enough so the smoke trailing from his mouth fans over his face. “I was just teaching him a lesson, that’s all.”

“And what’s that?” Peter asks breathlessly, plucking the cigarette from Tony’s lips and dangling it between his fingers, eyes fluttering as Tony grips his chin.

“That Daddy doesn’t like it when other people mess with what’s his,” the man growls, then Peter’s making a whimpering sort of noise and pressing their lips together in a kiss that tastes of burning ash and cherry cola and the faint stickiness of his lipgloss. Calloused hands grab greedily at his thighs, yanking him closer until their chests are flush; snaking down to cup his ass and dragging their bodies together in a filthy grind—a stuttered moan slips past Peter’s mouth that Tony swallows, teeth nipping at his lips.

When they finally pull apart, Tony chases his mouth hungrily before Peter slaps weakly at his chest; he’s panting, ruined, thin strings of spit connecting their once joined lips. “You,” he pants, dazed, “are an animal.”

 “Oh, you know you like it,” Tony smirks wolfishly as he straddles his motorbike, dark eyes blown behind his aviators, grey hair mussed from Peter carding his fingers through them. “I adore you.”

Stomping the cigarette under his heel, Peter fishes out his own heart-rimmed shades and slides them on with a grin; slipping behind Tony with practiced ease. “Yeah, I know.” 

[the-sinking-ship]

The Unspeakable by The_Sinking_Ship

Art by Peachbabypie

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: ~25k

Collection: Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022 @harrydracobang

Tags: Unspeakable Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, action, travel, magical lore, powerful Harry, possessive Draco, secret relationship, light bdsm, handcuffs, collars, soft dom Draco, service top Harry, hung!Harry, smut, tattooed everyone

Summary: Healer Draco Malfoy took the job at the International Department of Mysteries for the paycheck and the prestige. But what he got was Unspeakable Harry Potter and the most fascinating curse he’d ever seen.

Notes: New fic! It’s been a minute but I'm so happy to be writing again!

Apparently all it took to knock me back into it was the right inspiration because Reverse Bang hit me like a brick. All the art is absolutely incredible and I encourage you to browse the entire collection. But when I saw Peach’s?! This image was it for me. I’m a @peachbabypie fangirl across fandoms and this is everything I adore about her work. Lush greenery, evocative lighting, sensuality, and the world’s most beautiful eyelashes. sigh.

I intended to just write some smut. I told people I was just writing some smut… but somehow this became a whole world of its own and is probably none of the things that Peach imagined when creating her beautiful art.

Thank you, Peach, for allowing me total creative liberties. It brought my muse back to me.

Added thank you to my sweet and supportive beta, @lettersbyelise! To my pals for the 24/7 cheerleading (you know who you are). And to the mods for organising this fest! It’s been a blast!

Read on AO3.

[bluebutter-art]

Hii, I'm in dire need of help... I used to really, really like this one drarry fanartist who drew Harry as buffy guy with curly (long? long-ish?) hair, with stubble. He used to even sit on bike with legs all sprawled out. I really liked it, but my old blog got deleted (long story), and I can't find it! You're library of all things drarry, so maybe you might be able to help me? <3

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your lovely words! 💙 A couple of artists came to mind but I couldn't be sure who exactly you're searching for, so I've come with a list instead with the help of some friends and the lovely drarry discord:

@faevorite-main-blog

@peachbabypie

@ano-ka-ba

@dragontamerdame

@fictional

@zigster-ao3

Would appreciate any other suggestions from my followers! Hope you're able to find the artist soon anon!

[sitp-recs]

Top five drarry fanart

Oh look, an impossible ask 😭 this took me a minute, it was so hard to narrow it down! In the end I decided not to include any Drarry comics since I did a comic reclist recently. I’d love to know your faves too, anon!

1. Ice cream at midnight by @bluebutter-art

2. Smoking by @zigster-ao3

3. A Sword Laid Aside by @saulaie

4. Hogwarts Drarry by @alef-art

5. Relic radiation by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

🔥 spicy bonus: Weasley sweater by @cambiodipolvere

🔥 kinky bonus: Bondage by @peachbabypie

Top 5 things ask game

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Big Bang 2021 :

@harrydracobang || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 23 works The Mods : @gracerene & @writcraft Banner © : @procoffeinating (official banner) + @cambiodipolvere's Homage

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters [M, 73k] — ART by @cambiodipolvere & @onlytheheartknows

Bolts by @lqtraintracks [E, 114k] — ART by @slytherco

Brave Though The Stars They Make Me by @dwell-the-brave [M, 108k] — ART by @puncertainty

Bringing Down Draco by @maraudersaffair [E, 50k] — ART by @miakagrewup

Chasing Shadows by @manixzen [E, 93k] — ART by @avaeryn

Days Like This by space_wingding [E, 52k] — ART by @fantalf

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship [E, 135k] — ART by @lkaet

Every Hour Has Led to This by @sassy-cissa [E, 105k] — ART by @celilasart

Game Changer by @the-denial-squad [E, 69k] — ART by @thelanguidcat

Graceless Heart by @orange-peony [E, 132k] — ART by @chuckalart​ & @secretartlair

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites [E, 67k] — ART by @fantalf

Let's Watch the Flowers Grow by @orpheous87 [M, 74k] — ART by @luckynemesis​ & @peachbabypie

Life On Mars by @fencer-x [E, 110k] — ART by @secretartlair & Monotremata

The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by @iero0​ & @ladderofyears​ [E, 287k] — ART by @egggnoodles​ & @faevorite-main-blog

Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic [E, 103k] — ART by @zigster-ao3​

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w [E, 110k] — ART by @deancebra-art​ & @fantalf

The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand​ [M, 225k] — ART by @razielim

See How They Run by @harryromper [M, 51k] — ART by @inveigler81​

A Sense of Scale by @fantalf [M, 70k] — ART by @dragontamerdame

Soundless Love by @alindakb [T, 67k] — ART by @luckynemesis​ & @mad1492

speak of the devil (and the devil shall appear) by @sophisticatedyet [E, 87k] — ART by @fictional​ & @mad1492

spins madly on by asofthaven [T, 56k] — ART by @iaooa & Monotremata

Sweeten to Taste by @bigblackdogfic [E, 51k] — ART by @babooshkart​

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✔ other fests in 2021 ✔ fests in other years ✔ H/D Big Bang : 2018

[harrydracobang]

Harry/Draco Big Bang Fic & Art: Let's Watch the Flowers Grow (Mature)

Title: Let's Watch the Flowers Grow Author: @orpheous87 Artist(s): @luckynemesis & @peachbabypie Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, minor Theo/Pansy, minor Ron/Hermione, minor Charlie/Male OC, minor Ginny/Blaise Other Key Characters: Charlie Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Ginny Weasley Rating: Mature Word Count: ~74,700 Era: Post-Hogwarts + EWE Content/Warnings: Fluff, Flower shop/Bookshop AU, Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Getting Together, Co-workers, POV Alternating, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Ex-Auror Harry Potter, Blind Date, Past Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Banter, Family Dinners, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Draco Malfoy Cooks, Christmas, Cuddling & Snuggling, Grimmauld Place, Valentine's Day, Frottage, Falling in Love, Drinking, Matchmaking, White Lies/Lying/Deception Summary: Harry is the last one of his group of friends that is single. He's happy, but his friends & family worry for him and set him up on blind dates. After turning up to work in a bad mood more than once, Draco convinces him to tell them that he's already got a date and promises that he'll arrange something better. Harry finds that he enjoys the dates so much, that when his friends stop setting him up, he continues to tell Draco that he's been set up. They're falling for each other, but neither can admit it to the other. Until they do. Author's Notes: There were times that I was worried about even making the minimum word count then, thankfully, the plot took hold and away we went!

A huge thank you to the mods for working so hard to bring this fest together! The sheer amount of reading you've had to do up until this point is amazing in itself!

Thank you to my betas @mosrael and @hgh777 for helping this mass of words make sense! I can't thank you enough for volunteering to take this on and for being patient with my lack of contact while I was still writing. Your assistance has been very much appreciated.

Then, to my wonderful, wonderful artists Krysta and Peach for their enthusiasm about the fic and the absolutely amazing artwork they've produced! I fall more in love with the pieces every time I look at them. You've both been fantastic!

And finally, I want to thank M who very generously posted this prompt as free to use. Without you, this fic wouldn't have been possible. I hope it lives up to any expectations you had for it!

Artist's Notes:

Peachbabypie: Hello! Big Bang newbie here but had so much fun with Krysta and Orpheous87 here and this fic is just aesthetic to the max! So honored to have been able to work on this fic with these two amazing creators and really hope y’all enjoy!

StarLeighNight: Getting the opportunity to illustrate for Let's Watch the Flowers Grow feels a bit like a dream! I always wanted to join the Harry/Draco Big Bang, but really doubted if I would be a good artist for the job. I applied on a whim, and I am so glad I did. Working with Orpheous87 and Peach was such a pleasure, and I hope you enjoy reading LWTFG as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life!

READ AND VIEW ON AO3

[peachbabypie]

St. William and the Ravenstag

I’ve been in such a Hannigram mood lately. QUQ

[shah-writes]

storm

okay so now that we’ve all thoroughly enjoyed this piece by the amazing and unbelievably talented @peachbabypie, pls enjoy my contribution to the lore in the form of 1k of idiots to lovers (emphasis on the idiots)

“I’m a scared crow,” he says matter-of-factly. “Pansy explained it to me.”

Harry stares back, incredulous. Draco’s crouched on the ground, smeared black in mud, with rags hanging from his shoulders, fashioned as makeshift wings. 

“Someone’s stealing my crop, Harry. And I intend to scare them away.”

Here are the things Harry should have said: 

But you can use your magic to protect your plants. 

I think she meant scarecrow.

You don’t even look like a crow. You look like a man having a psychotic break on a Sunday afternoon.

She was probably definitely messing with you. 

Instead, Harry squats beside him and wipes a bit of mud away from the corner of Draco’s eye. He says, “I like your wings.”

They stay outside until the sun lands low on the horizon and Harry’s calves cramp and knees creak. 

-

The next morning, Harry spots a flash of white scaling the tree outside his kitchen window. He sighs, grabs his basket, and heads out the door. “Hullo!” He calls up into the branches. 

Draco’s face peeks through the leaves. He’s scrubbed clean today, pink and pretty like strawberries and cream. There’s still a spot of mud caked to the top of Draco’s pointed ears and Harry has no plans to point it out. 

“So where are these crops of yours anyway?”

“Hello,” Draco sniffs. Then, waving his hand vaguely in Harry’s direction, “Oh, all around. I garden where there’s the best sunlight and soil in the village.”

“You know, that might explain why your plants are disappearing.” Harry cranes his neck and shields his eyes from the sun. It’s worth it just to keep looking at Draco. “You’re gardening on other people’s land.”

“Private property is theft, Harry,” he replies gravely. 

It was a mistake introducing him to Hermione, Harry thinks fondly. “Still, you might want to make an announcement to all the neighbors. Make sure they know about your plants.”

“I don’t speak to humans.”

“You speak to me.” Harry’s sure that he’s imagining Draco’s blush. “And Ron and Hermione,” he continues. 

“Yes, well,” Draco stutters, “you’re not like the others.” He mumbles something else that Harry doesn't quite catch but Harry grins, wide and foolish, nonetheless. 

“I’ll be working today,” Harry says, wandering into his fields. “I’ll keep an eye out for any intruders for you.” He finds the rosewood patch in a matter of minutes, so close that he can still see Draco if he squints. It grows in arbitrary, rare patches, and Harry plucks them gently and lays them in his basket. 

There’s a loud yelp and Harry looks up abruptly to see Draco come crashing down the tree. He drops the saplings and rushes forward. “Oh god, did you fall?” 

Draco, running towards him, halts surprisedly, then sneers. “No, I didn’t fall. Fae don’t fall.” Then, he creeps closer, suspicious. “What are you doing?”

Harry rolls up his sleeves and continues pulling saplings from the ground. “I use a lot of young rosewood in my work,” he explains. “It’s very conducive to magic, you know?”

Draco gapes as if he has a thousand questions to ask and Harry wonders if this is how he had looked yesterday when he found Draco crouching in the mud, disguised as a man-sized crow. Eventually, he asks softly, “Do you— does it smell like anything to you?”

Harry stares. He slowly brings the saplings to his nose and breathes in a lungful of dirt. “No,” he coughs. 

There’s a flash of disappointment across Draco’s face, quickly covered with a haughty scoff. “You’re human,” he replies. “You have a weak nose.”

“Okay—?” Draco sprints away before Harry can finish. Harry stares at the edge of the clearing and into the woods where Draco disappeared. Then, he shakes his head and gets back to work. 

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“Mother of fuck—”

It’s the next morning and Harry was washing his dishes, singing lightly, until he glanced up to see Draco’s grim face framed in the window, staring at him determinedly. “Merlin’s cock and cunt,” he mutters, stepping over the broken dish on the floor and waving Draco over to the front. 

“Hello,” Draco says primly when Harry swings the door open. He’s drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead and tiny raindrops clinging to his eyelashes. 

“Why the hell are you standing outside in a storm?”

“I needed to speak with you.”

“Why didn’t you come in?”

“You’ve never invited me,” Draco replies, sulking slightly. 

“What’re you a vampire?”

Draco blinks owlishly.

“You know— because of the myth… You have to invite vampires—” Harry sighs and waves Draco in. “Get in here.”

Draco allows Harry a small smile and trails in. He stands in the middle of the living room and glances around, wide-eyed. 

Harry rubs at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “It’s not much—”

“I really like it,” Draco interrupts, pawing gently at the blankets on his sofa. 

“Oh.” Harry watches him carefully, with a dopey smile, deciding that he quite likes the sight of Draco in his home.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I was asking about the rosewood? You said you use it for your work?”

Harry nods and leads him to his desk, where the saplings are lying side-by-side. He picks one up in demonstration. “It’s something Hermione told me once— that magic is merely an expression of love. So I use a lot of rosewood since its properties facilitate strong emotions,” Harry explains. He pinches off the roots from the saplings and drops them in a bowl of water. Once they’ve matured by the moonlight, Harry will bind his wands in the concoction. He begins to explain this step but startles when he catches Draco’s expression. “Are you okay?”

“So!” He seethes, digging his finger into Harry’s chest. “I was right, then? You’re making illegal love potions with my rosewood?”

“What potions? Wait— your rosewood?” Harry asks incredulously. Then, in a moment of clarity, “Ah, shit. I’m the thief.”

Draco nods furiously. “You’ve stolen from me, you’ve corrupted my harvest with your illicit potion making— I can’t believe— I should strike you down where you stand, Potter!”

“I’m making wands, Draco,” Harry interrupts. “Not potions. I soak my wands in rosewood roots.”

Draco goes very still. “Wands?”

“Yeah. For kids who can’t afford them. And I swear, I had no idea the plants were yours.”

“For children? You’re spreading my magic, my fae magic, to human children?”

Harry glances away and replies quietly. “Humans aren’t born with an innate magical ability like the fae. We have to learn. Our children, especially, have trouble. Not because they’re not talented, but because it’s difficult for them to express their emotions and transform it into magic. There are accidents nearly everyday, did you know that? Magical outbursts that hurt the kids and everyone around them.”

Draco’s listening carefully, head tilted. 

Harry continues. “These wands help them. Maybe it's the rosewood, maybe it’s your magic, or maybe some combination— the point is, Draco, you’ve helped a lot of children. And I’d really like to keep doing that.” 

Draco gazes expressionless out the window. “I suppose it’s better than what I thought you were doing,” he sighs eventually. 

Harry chuckles wryly. “Why would you think I was making love potions?”

Draco reaches out and twirls a sapling between his fingers. “Because… Rosewood roots are the primary ingredient in Amortentia. They’re the reason that love potions smell like the person you— you know…” He breaks away from Harry’s eyes, blushing and unbearably sweet, and Harry leans in closer. 

“So,” he teases gently, “your non-human, super-strong nose didn’t catch on to the fact that I was the one stealing your plants?”

“Of course I smelled you!” Draco replies fiercely. “I just thought it was—”

Oh. “You thought it was just the rosewood, the person that you…” Draco looks about ready to bolt and Harry figures it’s the closest to a confession he’ll get. “I—uh. I have something to confess too,” he says. 

Draco glances back at him interestedly.

“It’s a scarecrow, not a scared crow. It’s a straw mannequin that you put up in the fields to scare away birds.”

“So why’d you sit outside with me all afternoon?” Draco asks indignantly. 

Harry smiles patiently, waiting. 

Then, a smile, wide and bright, mirroring Harry’s own. “Oh.”

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