I Think My Brain Short-circuited For A Few Minutes When I First Saw This. Its So Perfect. Theyre Amazing

I think my brain short-circuited for a few minutes when I first saw this. It’s so perfect. They’re amazing and hot and Draco in heels and a corset is just everything! Thank you @triggerlil​ for linking it before I checked my dash. I’m still blown away. Them both with long hair! I just.. my god, stunning!

Lace and Heels

I am a sucker for courtesan/prostitute AUs.

Voldemort succeeded in defeating Harry during book 7. The Dark Lord took over the entire wizarding world and Harry disappears, vanishes, everyone thinks he is dead. Hidden away, Harry trains and studies to be better, stronger, smarter, darker (fighting fire against fire) and returns to the wizarding world five years later, ready and set on defeating Voldemort for the final time. Along the way, he finds that Draco had been forced into prostitution, the once prideful Malfoy from his school days replaced with this almost unrecognizable sensual courtesan, forced to spread his legs for anyone who offered enough galleons, as punishment for the Malfoy’s incompetences and Draco’s reluctance to be Voldemort’s little bitch (or something like that)

Insert lots of angst, pining, Draco having to sleep with multiple men while Harry tries not to go on a murder rampage, identity porn because our boy Harry doesn’t actually know how to woo anyone and doesn’t trust Draco in the beginning so disguise!, also because it is a suuuuper dangerous mission, regular porn, Draco in lots and lots of beauuuuutiful courtesan clothes because he still gets spoiled as a whore, but also finally in the end, Harry defeats Voldemort once and for all, rescues Draco and they live until they die in the country side.

The end.

🌹❣️This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out ❣️🌹

This really brightened my day, so thank you, lovely anon!

Will you boring back your Fruits Basket five “Taking Chances”? I noticed it’s not been updated in a year and am freaking out that it’s been discontinued

Way to call me out for my first anon ask, nonnie, but omg, I’m so sorry! Taking Chances has been something I’ve agonized over and stressed about for a long time, no lie, and I definitely want to finish it. I fell headfirst back into the HP fandom, and it sort of swallowed me whole right when I was really struggling with where I was going to take that fic. I do intend to go back to it, and I’ve got a rough outline for how it ends. I just have to be in the right headspace to get it there. It will happen, but I really can’t give you a timeline for that. Again, I’m so, so sorry. 😰

I secretly (not so secretly) love these. 😳

Bother My Askbox?

Very Drarry Summer Vibes Fic

Forget-Me-Nots And Narcissus 

Author: Anonymous 

Pairings: Draco/Harry, mentions of Ron/Hermione and Ginny/Pansy

Word Count: 14.5k 

Rating: Mature 

Content: Piano Player Draco, Wandmaker Harry, Wandmaking, Grief and Mourning, Wakes and Funerals, Summer, Domestic, Work Partners, Apple Picking, Music

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Panic Attacks 

Summary:

His long pale fingers travelled across the keys, the sound of the piano cresting and falling, one moment soft and enticing, in the next fast and sure. The first few buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a pale chest and thin lines of scars; the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong forearms, one marred by a smudge of black ink.

Or in which Draco is overcome by grief, and Harry is there to keep him afloat.

Read here on AO3!

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For Lily

This might technically be a bit late, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right? I wrote this for a brumal poet who loves two summer boys the same way I do. Happy birthday, @triggerlil.

Our Love Language

When I dream of fire, I wake to the memory of your hand reaching for mine.

The same hand you refused to give at eleven due to my own careless words.

Each callus you earned catching Snitches, grasping your wand, wielding a quill.

That hand rests on the curve of my hip, fingers splayed and possessive in sleep.

I remember each press of your fingertips against my skin in vivid detail.

You like to comment on the contrast of the dark and the light of our skin.

I can only revel in every moment that you touch me with such careful reverence.

Your love is conveyed whenever our fingers twine together as we walk.

Mine is in my surrender, letting your hands go places no one else has ever been.