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[angelstills]

Om Shanti Om (Peace Be With You, 2007)

[phoebe-delia]

Hey phoebe!! I love all of your taylor swift songfics!!

How about some drarry for 'Delicate'? I think that would be fun to write (and read)!!

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Hey Yuvika!! @purplehotmess. Thank you so much, my lovely fellow Swiftie!!

So here's the deal. I've technically done this song before. BUT 1. It wasn't all that fleshed out. And 2. Because of that, I've actually been meaning to give it another go. I think there are themes to the song I didn't explore as much. Not shading my original; but I love this song and think it fits Drarry SO well and I want to it full justice.

And yes I know I’ve written. Like. So many fics like this. In this setting. In fact I’m pretty sure there’s a scene in YAIL almost exactly like this. But also. It’s one of my favorite things to both read and write. And I’m trying to get into the “two cakes” mindset. So here’s some shameless fluffy floofness. Cw: very brief mention of grieving a loved one.

And with that, all that's left to say is this: 1, 2, 3 LET'S GO BITCH!

Raindrops clung to the grass beneath their limbs. They were propping themselves up on their forearms, legs stretched out in front of them. They knew they were making their robes damp, but it was worth it for the view at their feet of the moonlight spilled on the Black Lake. It was quiet, save for the chirping insects Harry couldn’t identify by sound alone.

“Harry, I—“ Draco hesitated, and suddenly pressed his lips together, glancing away.

Harry turned onto his side to face Draco. “What?”

“I—just wanted to know what you thought of Binns’ lecture today.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know you and Hermione are the only ones who don’t nap during his class. What were you going to say?”

Draco closed his eyes a moment, seeming to collect himself before he spoke again. “I think we should talk. About tomorrow.”

Harry frowned. “Graduation? Did you forget what McGonagall said during rehearsal? She’ll call us up, we get our diploma, and sit down. Pretty standard, I think.”

Draco gave him a flat look. “Not the ceremony, you dolt. What happens after.”

“The reception?”

“Are you being dense on purpose?”

Harry huffed. “No! I’m just confused as to why you’re being all intense about this.”

Draco signed, tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Harry’s eyes were drawn to it for a moment before flickering back up to Draco’s face. “I’m asking about what happens after we graduate. With us,” Draco gestured between the two of them.

Harry froze. They hadn’t talked about this. He hadn’t thought about it, if he was honest with himself. He’d been too wrapped up in enjoying Hogwarts without worrying about imminent death, and falling into this—thing—with Draco to think about his future beyond deciding not to decide. He had Grimmauld Place and a regular mind healer—so he’d figured he at least had the bare minimum covered. He just assumed Draco would fit in there, somewhere, in the hazy picture of the rest of his life.

“What do you want?” Harry asked.

Draco looked away again, eyes pointed at the lake in front of them. “I was hoping you’d go first. I’m not good at this type of thing.”

Harry chuckled. “You think I’m much better?”

“Well you’re a Gryffindor, aren’t you? At least Slytherins are known for saving face. Are you telling me you can be brave enough to consistently tell death to fuck off—but not to have a vulnerable conversation?”

Harry smiled, amused. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Draco huffed. “That bodes well for this, then. Glad I brought it up.”

Harry let out a laugh. “Well, since you were brave enough to start this, I guess it’s only fair I continue it.”

Draco nodded. “Yes. Go on.”

“Give me a minute! So impatient.” Harry grinned at Draco’s eye roll.

They say in silence for a few moments while Harry thought, and Draco was clearly trying to appear nonchalant while he waited. Harry was surprised that it didn’t take long to decide what to say, but he gave it just a second longer—seeing Draco try and fail to be subtle was too much fun.

When he spoke, the words came out as easily as if he’d been planning them for months.

“I think we’ve come a long way. Both in the time we’ve known each other, and just in the last year. I know we’ve known each other all that time but I don’t think I ever really knew you until we stopped hating each other.

“I enjoy you, Draco. I like you; I like knowing you. I like being with you. I liked being your friend at first. I really like being more. I like that our close friends know, but that we got to explore this with some privacy. I like what we have, and—“ Harry reached over and took Draco’s hand, which gave his a light squeeze— “I don’t want it to end just because we’re going into the real world. I don’t know what I want to do other than renovate Grimmauld, keep going to therapy, and spend time with the people who are important to me. And that includes you.”

Harry let his words hang in the air a minute; let Draco take it in. Wide gray eyes studied him, and Harry tried not to blush under the scrutiny.

“Er, your turn,” Harry stammered, retracting his hand, suddenly shy.

Draco didn’t respond for a long moment, looking at Harry blankly.

“Well! Say something!” Harry huffed.

Draco swallowed. “Do you want—are you saying—”

“I’m saying I want to be with you. Properly. I want to hold your hand in public. Take you on dates. Go to the cinema—”

“What’s a cinnamona?”

“It’s—it’s fun, trust me. I want to show you so much. I want you to show me things, in return. I want us to be together. As adults.” Harry shrugged. “Just us.”

Draco let out a shaky breath. “I—Harry, I’m not…I’m not good enough for you. You’ve got to know that. Being together in public would bring you immense backlash. It would be—”

“Worth it,” Harry said, making his eyes meet Draco’s. “Absolutely worth it. The angry letters would make great paper to potty train our Crup.”

Draco let out a laugh. “Oh, we’ve got a Crup now?”

Harry nodded, grinning. “Yes we do. His name is Mr. Fluffsworth.”

Draco laughed again, a bit softer. “How are we to have a Crup if we don’t li—” he cut himself off, cheeks flushing.

“If we—oh,” Harry trailed off, letting silence settle between them. But it didn’t take long for the words to come, for honey-sweet certainty to flood his body. “Move in with me.”

Draco looked at him, stunned. “W-what did you just say?”

“Move in with me. We did well enough sharing a dorm; we’ll have a whole house now. And it’s not like we’ve got to pay rent, since it’s already m-mine,” Harry cleared his throat against the surge of grief and pressed on. “Move in with me.”

Draco swallowed. “How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. Draco you make me so happy it scares me,” Harry said. “But in a good way! The best way. I’ve never been so happy to be so terrified, I—”

Draco reached over and cupped Harry’s jaw. “You’re rambling, love. It’s alright. I understand.”

Harry sagged in relief. “See? You see what you do for me? Move in with me. Please. Please say yes.”

Draco stared for a long moment, as if trying to find something in Harry’s face, and then laughed again. “You are the strangest person I’ve ever met.”

Harry quirked a small, hopeful smile. “That’s not a ‘No.’”

Draco laughed, grin growing as he said, “Yes, yes, you absolute maniac, I’ll move in with you!”

Harry grinned and tackled Draco into his back, kissing him breathlessly. They finally pulled apart for air, but stayed close, foreheads pressed together.

“On one condition,” Draco whispered. Harry felt his chest seize with momentary panic before he saw the smile on Draco’s lips and in his eyes.

“Anything.”

“I get to name the Crup.”

[luminyar]

Spoiled fat pet rat! Or a snack..?

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[crazybutgood]

Thanks for the tag ages ago @purplehotmess ! And @nelweensfic as well! Sorry for the late reply,, am catching up with my mentions now

8 shows to get to know me (well, more like my tastes actually) better:

Taskmaster

The Boys

The Mentalist

The Good Place

Schitt's Creek

Patriot Act

Orphan Black

Only Murders in the Building

ETA: cannot believe I forgot to add Our Flag Means Death 🫠 There's a lot of shows !! Skjfjajd

Tagging @fantalfart @goblinmatriarch @thehoneybeet if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who wants to as well~

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Yuvika Chaudhary at Times Fashion Week - Chandigarh Edition

Throw Back Memories to our beautiful Yuvika Chaudhary while storming the ramp for IIFD - Indian Institute Of Fashion and Design at Times Fashion Week.

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Yuvika Chaudhary At Chandigarh Times Fashion Week.

Budding Designers from Indian Institute Of Fashion & Design-IIFD has beautifully presented their creativity & thoughts with an eye-catching collection at Chandigarh Times Fashion Week 2022 (CTFW) with the show stopper Yuvika Chaudhary.

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मॉम-टू-बी युविका चौधरी ने प्रिंस नरूला के साथ मनाया बर्थडे सेलिब्रेशन, शेयर कीं बर्थडे सेलिब्रेशन की तस्वीरें

प्रिंस नरूला ने सोशल मीडिया पर अपनी पत्नी युविका चौधरी को जन्मदिन की बधाई दी है और साथ ही अपने आने वाले बच्चे के बारे में भी बात की है। प्रिंस और युविका के सेलिब्रेशन की तस्वीरें इस समय तेजी से वायरल हो रही हैं। प्रिंस नरूला और युविका चौधरी पहली बार माता-पिता बनने के लिए पूरी तरह तैयार हैं। साथ ही वे अपने पैरेंटहुड डे को भी खूब एन्जॉय कर रहे हैं। कपल अपने परिवार में नए सदस्य के आने का बेसब्री से…

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[dailymailindia]

41-year-old actress Yuvika Choudhary hospitalized due to complications during IVF pregnancy in final trimester. Prayers for her speedy recovery 🙏💔 #YuvikaChoudhary #IVFPregnancy #GetWellSoon

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Yuvika Chaudhary Opens Up About Egg Freezing, Emphasizes It Eases Pressure of Late Pregnancy

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[angelstills]

Om Shanti Om (Peace Be With You, 2007)

[phoebe-delia]

Paris

Thanks to @purplehotmess for being a doll and tagging me in the wip snip challenge! Yuvika, you mentioned some T-Swizzle, Drarry Midnights fic stuff. Well, I still don't exactly know what song I'll use for the Series. But, I will write you a little drabble for one of the ones I won't use! This is a little drabble based on "Paris" by Taylor Swift. I didn't capture the *exact* theme of the song but I wrote what I felt lol. Enjoy!

Your clothes are a bit drier now, but your hair remains an absolute disaster; I bite my tongue to keep from telling you so, held back only by the fear that my own state isn't much better.

We could come out from under the overhang now that the rain's stopped, but instead we're still here. You've got that wild look in your eyes—the one that used to drive me crazy, and still does, but in an entirely different way; or, perhaps it's the same, but I no longer confuse attraction for anger. You take a swig of champagne—the one you bought from the little bistro after requesting their most expensive bottle, sparing me a proud little smile, like you'd been waiting to impress me. I didn't have the heart to tell you, at that moment, that it gives me a headache.

I notice a stray drop of champagne on the corner of your lips, and I bend down slightly to kiss it away. You hand me the bottle, and I take a big sip, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, and when I look at you again, your eyes are traveling over my face like you're trying to memorize it.

I roll my eyes, grab your hand, and start down the path in front of us, the bottle dangling from between the fingers of my other hand. The cobblestones glisten with the aftermath of the rain, and I keep my footsteps steady against the slippery rocks.

We stop a moment, and you pull me in, and I think you're reaching for the bottle, but you reach for me instead. You taste like champagne and summer rain, and my happiness makes me feel drunker than any wine or liquor ever has.

We pull back, panting. You grin at me with a tug on my wrist and say, "Let's go." And I've got no clue where you're taking me, but I let you pull me all the same, over the cobblestones and into the night.

[luminyar]

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Yuvika Chaudhary Birthday: Wishes from Pradip Madgaonkar

बिग बॉस के घर में युविका को मिले थे उनके 'प्रिंस', फिर यूं बसाया मोहब्बत का 'महल'