Even Though Nobody Gaf Here Are My Potter-malfoy Family Headcanons… Partially Inspired By Scorpius

microfic prompt | day 2: black

They sit in the centre of the orchestra—expensive seats for opening night. The boy is rapt by the overture, but grows inevitably restless, like all six-year-olds would, by the third aria. Harry watches from up in the mezzanine as Draco pulls Scorpius into his lap, rocking him softly to the opera singer’s bellowing vibrato. He’s asleep in Draco’s arms by the finale of the first act.

He’s still asleep when Harry approaches them outside, under the marquee, with a sea of gowns and tuxedos passing around them.

“Potter,” Draco says, breathless and familiar, like it hasn’t been seven years. Like he hasn’t been caught in a world-ending lie. Like he isn’t holding the end of the world in his arms. “So, you’re back.”

“I’m back.” Harry keeps his shaky hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring and staring at the black curls tucked against Draco’s pale neck. Sorrow sings through him with all the power of a chorus.

“I thought he’d have your hair,” Harry says.

So many people who love generative AI don't have a creative bone in their body and can't imagine anyone actually enjoying the time and effort it takes to write something or draw something.

i miss her(the permit office)

Hi! I love your blog! Could you write a fic for drarry about falling asleep and/or waking up together?

Hello :3 ah thank you! Yes of course!

~🐍Drarry⚡️ & falling asleep and/or waking up together ~

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Draco had always been a morning person. He enjoyed the peace and stillness that an early morning could bring when spent alone, with just coffee and one's own thoughts for company. It was a habit that his mother had instilled in him from an early age, and he rarely ever remained in bed past 7am.

This morning was an exception.

It was half past 8, and Draco hadn't yet risen. But today, he was very content to be lounging about, wasting the precious morning hours. Today, he had absolutely no desire to leave his bed, or the sight that was before him. Because beside him in the bed, splayed out across Draco's expensive, emerald-green, silk bedsheets and half under his beloved down-stuffed duvet, was Harry Potter. And Draco found that he had absolutely no desire to be anywhere else. Because truly, what else could he be doing that would beat his current occupation of gazing at the sleeping Boy Who Lived?

Draco was still getting used to the idea that they were in a relationship, never mind that the man he'd been obsessed with since early childhood was now frequently sharing his bed for him to wake up beside. But as he took in Harry's appearance, the light flush colouring his cheeks, his already unruly black hair ruffled impossibly, the side of his handsome face smushed against the pillow that he'd burrowed into some time during the night, Draco felt something tighten in his chest.

But as he made to roll away, to swing his legs over the side of the bed and creep out of the bedroom, a strong arm shot out and wrapped around his waist. The arm pulled him across the mattress as though he weighed nothing, and suddenly he was pressed against Harry's warm, toned form. The Auror scrubbed his face against Draco's chest and let out a contented little sigh, and the sound made the knot in the pit of his stomach ease a little.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, necessarily, but it still made Draco freeze. He knew that feeling. Or at least, he'd heard enough people talk about that feeling that he was pretty sure that he knew what it meant. And all at once, Draco was overwhelmed and nervous and unsure, and he decided that perhaps it was time for him to get up, after all.

It unravelled entirely when Harry mumbled sleepily against his skin, 'Love you, Draco.'

I don’t have to make everything gay but I want to and I fucking will 

Please call this recession the Trump Slump.

We need to put Trump's name on this.

*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

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this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology