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We love you

Here's to any writer being hated upon or received with words as such " I've read better" from fellow readers.

Here's a message to those readers- we love nonetheless, it'd be a pity to not offer our love to you, however here's something I suppose you should know before saying" it isn't that good "

1. These writers spend hours researching, trying to find the very suitable phrase like "anche le stelle non riescono a capire il mio amore per te" ( even the stars can't fathom my love for you ) or researching about theories about love or Greek mythologies like those of Zeus or even talking about certain theories like ship of Theseus or trying to find the best way to possibly make the writing sound elegant, worth reading even though sometimes they know that whatever they write, people might not enjoy it.

2. They spend hours framing a scenario in their head while they watch out of the window from that of a bus or while blankly staring at the wall, even enacting dialogue, or thinking of what to write over a request they received on the dinner table while they slowly chew away the smaller portions of their food.

3. Editing. That is the most tedious of all, editing and re-editing like three times and even then somehow they miss certain words, wrongly use a single word because they had that word in their head. And all those writers who had cover picture or even a postable fan art, they spend away minutes to hours looking for that one saved pin on theirs Pinterest board that they know would go along with it so well.

4. For all those who write on notes, and then add over Tumblr, it's one of the worst things ever but they have to keep a safety net because what if they wrote the draft and the internets weird and suddenly when it's time to save, it doesn't save and the whole thing is lost. The pain of writing first draft and losing the entire work is like someone spilling tea over your entire homework and now it's drenched with all the ink everywhere and you've Only an hour to submit it. It feels like that.

5. And writing the begining and the ending. One may even have the most perfect ending,and yet somehow to work on making the begining intriguing enough for people do read it, it's something entirely different of an agony. Or either way,they may have the perfect beginning, yet somehow not the perfect ending and there's no one more disappointed than them in their own self when they can't find the so called perfect beginning and ending.

6. And lastly, when they receive disliking comments, or comments that say" I've read better " of course you have, they're still progressing , they're doing the best of their ability, taking out 2-3 hours from their day to write what you Just read from the busy schedule, putting away their work ( writing ) to the end of the day, sacrificing a little of their sleep time to give reader's the work they've written in hopes that there is someone somewhere sitting having a hard time and their writing is the only thing that makes them happy or someone desperately waiting for it's second part because the writers owe it to them. And comments as such, sometimes not only discourage them but it's nags them all day..

So before you hate on Someone, keep yourself in their shoes and imagine what must it feel like to receive such comments after you've worked long enough to write something like that.

Yet, they wholeheartedly love you because you took out time from your day to read something which you didn't necessarily enjoy but read it anyways because you wanted to see how it ends, these writers still respect your opinion and are still thankful for your read.

Hope this makes the fellow writers feel slightly better because if there's no one in the world, I'm your biggest fan and I'll stay till the end and support you because you deserve it.

For @drarrily-we-row-along @lyssarose @dearly-devoted-dawdler @l0vegl0wsinthedark @slytherco @drarrywords @phoebedelia @slytherinnbitch @lou-isfake @drarry-is-my-therapy @rockingrobin69 @sitp-recs @ladderofyears @railmeharrypotter @toms-diary @bubble-gumhead

Add all those writers who needs to read this because they deserve all the love in the world !

Harry: *listens to One Direction*

Harry: *sings* I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

Ron: Little things as in draco's di-

Hermione: RONALD!

Them : you can't fall in love with men in drawings

Me :

Dark! Draco in a Beauxbatons uniform

You can download the illustration on Patreon, see the creation process in TikTok, links in the bio 💫

Someone to call home

so a couple of weeks ago i received a request by an anon for a fluffy fic about about harry owning a coffee shop and draco being an auror. they meet after the war, become friends, then best friends and then husbands. tho because of whatever stupid reason, the answer request is suddenly lost, tho here is your (anon) fic .

Fluff | physical touch |

For some people, love only happens once, but for some people, it happens everyday, and this is theirs, A romance of, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

Where did it begin? A coffee shop. How ? nobody knows. Maybe it was in those sweet little conversations when they first met after the war when they had forgiven each other and Harry gave Draco a free coffee or maybe it was in the soft physical touches or maybe it was in their eyes. It all began somewhere and it never ended. Maybe it was also in the rain from when they first met and Draco had returned from his auror training in need of a shelter and had accidentally ran into harry. From little sneers, to quips, to smiling at each other in forgiveness, they matured and they grew. It was something to see when everyone used to mistake them for being a couple, oh their traitor heart would flutter but would they politely deny. But how should they must’ve not known that they could never be not be more than friends, it was there, lingering in the air, like a promise, like maybe a destiny they couldn’t avoid when during a simple jokes of laughing next to each other, they had shared their first kiss and simply smiled afterwards as though they had been doing this for their whole lives. 

Maybe it was in those little smiles draco gave him, or maybe it was in those hand shakes, or maybe it was in those sparkling eyes, or maybe it when they used to walk home together laughing, or maybe it was during when draco took care of him, or maybe it was in that secret smiles, or maybe it was in those little gifts he made harry, or maybe it was in his visiting the graves with harry, or maybe it was in bringing flowers, or maybe it was in those little arguments about why harry deserved better, or maybe it was in those times when draco would look at harry in a room full when he played the piano at a gig, or maybe it was when he would dedicate a song to harry, or maybe it was when draco tried to learn to whip coffees like harry, or maybe it was in those fun duels they had, or maybe it was in walks in the park, or maybe it was draco buying harry a dog as a gift, or maybe it was in those soft forehead kisses, or maybe it was in those soft touches when draco would run small circles over harrys hands when he’s feel bad, or maybe it was the night of the concert when all harry could look at was draco singing at the top of his lungs covered in glitters, or maybe it was when draco would read to him, or maybe it was in seeing their silly photographs together and giggling about, or maybe it was when the first time they kissed, harry fell somewhere along the way for his best friend. 

For draco it might’ve been in forgiveness, or maybe it was in the first brewed coffee, or maybe it was during harry’s surprise small visits at his work, or maybe it was in those meals harry would cook for him, or maybe in those little singing jams when they’d sing their hearts out on a random friday at draco’s house, maybe it was in harry braiding his hair, or maybe it was in harry buying him expensive gifts, or maybe it was in listening to draco when nobody else did, or maybe it was in those little letters harry would write about how he looked good today or what he’d cook for them, or maybe it was in that little silly kitchen fight when they threw the flour at each other, or maybe it was in those deep late night conversations they would have, or maybe it was during the times when draco would come late from work and harry would be up waiting for him, or maybe it was during the time harry took him to Rome just to make him  eat his favourite pizza, or maybe it was after draco’s first birthday with harry when they were sitting on the rooftop laughing hysterically and glancing at each other dissolving into sober smiles, maybe it was in harry smiling and singing along and bobbing his head side to side whenever draco would play the piano, or maybe it was in painting draco’s nails late at night for fun, or maybe it was in that heart throbbing smile harry would give him, or maybe it was in tendering his wounds and kissing his forehead telling him that everything will be alright, or maybe it was during any of their conversations or maybe it was in harry gazing at him like a kid when he’d read to him, or maybe it was in kissing him for the first time, he fell somewhere for his best friend and he loved it. 

But when they stood on the altar speaking their vows, they knew there was nobody they would want to share the morning kisses with, or the sweet passion in love making, or sharing kissing on others neck, or kissing their lips, or someone to abide the vows to, or making everyday special, or making dinner for other, or someone to share a child with, or waking up with someone for the rest of their lives, or someone they’d watch each and every show with, or someone to take for walks, or someone to sing to, or someone to share dinner with, or someone to decide the colour of the wall with, or someone to rant to, or someone to bath with after a long day, or someone to attend rest of the weddings with, or someone to shop for toothpaste with, or someone to fight over with for which couch to purchase, or someone to yell at, or someone to fly away with, or someone to fight every battle with, or someone to write songs for, or someone to grow old with,or someone to find their heaven with,or someone to love each day and never get bored of it, there was nobody else for them, but them. 

So they lived in tales like the forever couple bought by differences together, making the impossible possible, giving hope that even the worst could work out if you love. 

But when did they fell in love? Nobody knew, maybe it was in the sweet smiles in the coffee shop or maybe it was in the first kiss or maybe it was every time, they loved each other and when they fell in love it never mattered.They found their little teardrops of heaven with, a person to call home, someone to rest their face on shoulder to, someone to promise forever and always to and that’s what mattered.  

I'm beyond devasted to bring this out immensely late but I'm emptying out the inbox now. Sorry for anyone who requests and gets on hold. I'll try my best to respond soon..

Ours

Summary: What’s big, sunny, and in the countryside? Harry have to guess it. Wordcount: 700 Tags: texting fic, domestic drarry

For @textrovert-01 for encouraging me to write it, even if it wasn’t your intention❤️ Thanks to mosroel for the beta❤️

You can read it on AO3

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Today 10:35 AM

Hey, you there?

Yeah

did something happen?

I found it

You found what?

Today 10:40 AM

Draco??

What did you find!?

Guess

Something you lost? My old snitch? The T-shirt you said you’ve lost but know for a fact you threw in the trash because you hated it?

I DID NOT HATE IT, YOU PRAT! I lost it!

Sure

It was orange

I love orange

Sure

I do

Anyway, that’s not the point! Guess what I found!

I honestly have no idea of what it could be

You’re not fun at all

I’m pouting, by the way

You pouting isn’t going to make me guess what the hell you found

And btw I’m in a meeting, I shouldn’t be texting you right now

Oh, but you are!

Do you want to sext? I’d love to see you trying to keep a straight face there in front of McGonagall while I tell you what I want to do to you

OMG NO! Shut up!

I’m not answering you anymore if you do that

I want to touch your pine

My pine? You want to touch my pine?

penis*!!

So hot! I’ve always liked people touching my pine

People???

Are you going to be a dramatic git now over one word?

NO! I’m just jealous you let people touch your pine, but you make fun of me when I say it

Idiot

One hint! It’s big!

What?

Oh, we’re back at the guessing game

A dog?

No. We already have a wonderful and perfect dog

A fridge?

A fridge? That’s what you think makes me so excited? A fridge? Merlin, Potter. I’m not at that stage of adulthood yet

You spent TWO HOURS yesterday talking about supermarkets

SAINSBURY’S HAVE BETTER ICE-CREAM THAN TESCO AND THAT’S A FACT!

Easy there, supermarket’s expert

Fuck

McG is looking funny at me. I think she suspects something

Say hi to Minerva for me when she rips your limbs apart❤️

Today 11:05 AM

Did she kill you?

No, I’m still alive, but I had to hide the phone

I can text now, or talk if you want

Can’t. I’m at St Mungo’s. Baby guard, must be silent shhhh

How’s Scorpius?

Beautiful

You’re so cute when you talk about him

I know

SECOND HINT

It’s sunny

A beach?

Yes, Potter, I found a beach in ENGLAND that is sunny

Summer and climate change are things

It’s November, and it’s fucking freezing

Woah! Are you supposed to speak like that in the baby guard??

They can’t read

Okay, you’re thicker than I thought. Third hint: it’s in the countryside

Big, sunny, and countryside? A farm? But I don’t know why you of all people would be excited about a farm

Because I’m not. I don’t want to get dirty with pigs and cows and mud

You know what? I think you’re rubbish at giving hints

Wait, no

I KNOW you’re rubbish at it

THE TIME WE PLAYED THAT STUPID GAME AT GRANGER’S HAS BEEN WILDLY TWISTED!

Sure, love. Anyone could have guessed that small, weird, and disgusting were describing a pear

Exactly. And don’t you forget that

Today 11:25 AM

A field

A tree

A cow

A house

Sorry, I was saying goodbye to my perfect son

A cow??? A cow???

Since when are cows sunny??

So it isn’t a cow

Pity

I’ve always wanted one

Liar

You’re scared of them

We agreed on not talking about that again!!!

You agreed on that. I took pictures of your scared arse running away from that little cow

It wasn’t little

It was tiny

COWS AREN’T TINY! THEY’RE GIANT BY DEFINITION!

That one had been alive for like 3 hours

And it was huge

You guessed it, by the way

What?? Which one was it??

A house???

You found us a house????

YES!

A big, sunny,  in the countryside house!

OMG, DRACO! Why didn’t you say so before??

I’m crying!

I’m so excited that I’m crying!

Don’t you want to see it first?

I trust you. I know it’s perfect

And it’ll be ours

Yes! Ours to spend the rest of our life in!

I love you

Don’t be such a sap❤️

Hey anon, whoever you are, hope you have a great day and here's something you should read, I request you, it's worth it- this

I literally thought about what to say but I think @drarrily-we-row-along said everything that was to. The thing is, yes maybe the drabbles might be predictable but I think I speak for everyone when I say this, aren't these drabbles or reading simply an escape from reality? Because for me this is. I'd much rather escape my cruel, harsh reality to read something that warms my heart, something that makes me giddy, something that makes people around me ask me what are you smiling for !! Really frankly anon, I challenge you to keep writing for almost 100 days straight up, keeping up with people's request, replying to a few, I challenge you, very friendly that is even.

But there's no hate without love. But allow me to tell you, there's more love for @drarrily-we-row-along than hate could ever exist, and wanna know why ? Because you can't hate her, the reason being, she puts up a smile on a 100 of faces every day and that would never be equal to a few hate comments she might recieve because from whoever, wherever you are, we are here with her to support her and will do as Long as critics exist.

And lastly, YOU ARE WORTH IT, YOUR WRITING IS WORTH IT, AND YOU MAKE ME SMILE WHEN I FEEL LIKE SHIT, SO KEEP GOING, LIKE YOU HAVE AND LIKE YOU WILL !!!!

Anon, May you find what you're looking for. We'd still give you our love.

Ok I don't want to throw hate unnecessarily fr take it as a creative criticism. At first when you started writing the drabbles I loved them too but after a while, even though the prompts changed, the concepts were just redundant( I mean the way you write out every story) At this point there's no reason to even continue writing these drabbles if it's just gonna be the same thing. It's so boring rn the same way they confess to each other in every prompt, they just suddenly confess,and also somehow end up loving each other secretly, them being so good to each other and nothing about school rivalry, I mean I know they're just drabbles but I've read what you wrote at first so I just think that you can do better. I hope what I said didn't hurt you if it did then im sorry

Hey friend!

Oof. Checking my notifications when I wake up in the middle of the night has finally bitten me in the ass.

I’ve written and rewritten this a couple of times because I’m having trouble not getting emotional about it.

Let’s start here: “I know they’re just drabbles”. You’re right, they are just drabbles. I don’t like to write things that don’t end happily, so in a drabble that’s only a few scenes long there’s only so much development I can do. I’ve actually said in several posts that I’m not a great drabble writer for this very reason. Maybe you’ll enjoy the longer, multi chapter things I’ve written when I find the time to post them. (Or maybe you won’t. 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Next: “they just suddenly confess, and also somehow end up loving each other secretly”. I like to think the ‘suddenly’ bit is because I’m bad at writing drabbles where there is limited space to build up to it, maybe that’s my pride speaking though. But ‘loving each other secretly’ is a little confusing to me. Do you mean that you’d like to see it be one-sided more often? (If that’s the case, loop back to the paragraph prior- I write things that have a sense of being happily completed.) Or do you mean that they shouldn’t be surprised that the feeling is mutual? Are you wanting one of them to confess and the other to say, “yeah, obviously. I’ve already planned our wedding.”? I just don’t get what you’re hoping for.

And I might have thought from those two bits that you meant you were sick of love confessions and want more established relationship drabbles but you go on to say that I address “nothing about their school rivalry”. In a drabble which is a couple of scenes at best I don’t have a lot of time to explore that and still end up with an ending that has them as even friends let alone together. (And these are drarry drabbles; they’re meant to end up together.)

I’m not entirely sure how to say the next bit without infusing my emotions into it. This part: “them being so good to each other” written as a complaint kind of gutted me. I don’t know what kind of world you live in, but mine feels shitty a lot of the time. I look at the world around me and I see so much pain, so much suffering, so much heart ache- I see people being unkind, people treating others disrespectfully, I see people who claim to love each other acting with anything but love. Things suck. And I can’t help but imagine that things suck for a lot of people. The world is desperate for a little tenderness. I am desperate for a little tenderness. At the end of the day, I want to put love and goodness into the world so I write about people being good to each other.

Let me briefly address these comments “I don’t want to throw hate unnecessarily but…” Justifying what you’re about to say with a precursor like that indicates that you know that the thing you’re about to say will be read that way. You reiterated it again at the end, “I hope what I said didn’t hurt your feelings”. Ooh boy. If what you want to say needs to end with an apology, maybe don’t say it, because all that says is ‘I know that I just said something hurtful but I don’t really care. I’m just trying to make myself feel like I’m still a good person’ because if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have written it (or at the very least, you wouldn’t have sent it) in the first place. I say all of this only to ask that you not to send things like this to other people.

But you’re right. I could do better. I’m an amateur writer who only spends a couple hours a day writing fanfiction that I barely edit before I post. If I put in the time and energy I could probably write really beautiful things but I don’t have more to give at the moment. And maybe you’re right. Maybe these ficlets aren’t worth writing or reading anymore. Honestly the mean voice in my head says the same thing. My own internal monologue tells me that I am a one trick pony and asks me how many times I can possibly write about the same two idiots falling in love. As you say, the setting may change and the prompt may change, but the outcome doesn’t change.

But when that voice starts talking in my head I remember how many people have told me that the nonsense I write brightens their day. I remember the people who tell me that they love reading about the same two idiots falling in love over and over. Most importantly, I remember the people who say they want a relationship like that or that this version of Harry and Draco are “relationship goals”. I remember those people the most because if I can write something that helps people to know that they deserve to be treated like that, they deserve to be with someone who is good to them, then this isn’t a waste.

No, if my drabbles can brighten a day, or show the value of love, or help someone to know that they are worthy of love no matter what they’ve done or where they’ve come from, it’s not a waste.

And if it’s not doing that for you, if they’re boring, predictable, cliche, etc. that’s okay. Genuinely. You don’t have to like what I post. You don’t have to read what I post. Heck, you could start writing your own fanfiction so that it will be just what you want.

But I’m going to keep posting about these two being in love and being good to each other until it’s not doing any good.

Blessings on you and may you find what you’re looking for. ❤️