It Started Slowly. The Accidental Brush Of Scarlet Robes As They Hurriedly Passed One Another In The

ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

Part 1 b/c 10 photo make is not enough:

A few binds I made for my love @kushyreads

Who We Are in the Shadows by the talented @quicksilvermaid featuring art by yours truly which took me a whopping 16 HOURS!!!

Balance, Imperfect & That Old Black Magic by the amazing @bixgirl1

I’m literally obsessed with these fics and drarry and poured all my love into them

If you all are going to jump every time that man says “We’re going to buy Greenland we’re going to call it the Gulf of America” this is going to be a long four years. Please figure out when to get worked up and when to roll your eyes.

V. Hang

<- previous day

He’d used the floo at the Leaky to get to Diagon Alley. Only to find out the ingredient he needed was out of stock. Deciding it was a nice day out, he stupidly chose to walk around muggle London. 

It wasn’t a completely terrible idea at first. After many exploration trips, the loud car noises had stopped alarming him and muggle pedestrians weren’t very unlike the wizard ones. At least the muggles didn’t cast hexes and jinxes at him while he passed. 

It was one drop and then water was pelting from the sky. The few muggles that were still in the streets fled indoors or pulled out their umbrellas and with no better choice, Draco hurriedly hid under the overhang of a random building. 

It was there that Potter found him, some unknown time later. He had an umbrella in one hand and a stupid grin on his face.

“Got caught in the rain?”

“How did you even find me?” Draco asked.

“Do you want to go home or not?” Draco had already become impatient with the storm and Potter’s attitude. Saying nothing, he walked away towards the nearest secluded area. 

Potter hurried behind him and Draco’s hair only had a brief moment to soak before Potter stepped up next to him and blocked the rain. 

They walked side by side, Potter having to hold the umbrella at a weird angle to cover both of them. Draco as the taller one did nothing to help as Potter’s sleeve, out of reach from the umbrella’s protection, got drenched. Once they reached a deserted alleyway, Potter reached with the same arm that had been exposed to the water.

The next moment, he apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.

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XIV. Burning

<- previous

The firewhisky swished in the crystal tumblers yet again.

They must’ve been his family’s old relics since they didn’t seem to be Potter’s style. The blow of glass was too intricate; details Potter wouldn’t bother to take note of, the weight of it on their hand.

Potter’s attention likely laid on the liquid inside, hot and ready, burning from inside out.

Much like Draco’s attention laid on Potter as he raised the tumbler to his lips, soft and red, gulping down fire. Like the fire licking Draco’s insides, burning him inside and out.

Much like Potter’s hands by Draco’s side, golden and steady, fumbling from his thighs to his hip. Everywhere Harry touched, through the fabric and his skin, down to the marrow of his bones and his soul, was burning.

Potter’s lips on Draco’s, red and ready, engulfing them in fire. Harry was swallowing every tangled detail of Draco’s, imprinting them on his tongue. The taste of him was all consuming like Fiendfyre in secret rooms. Like firewhisky in living rooms. Like the heat burning inside Draco.

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The last train: overtime at the ministry means the they have the whole seat to themselves (a glimpse into the future?) dw Draco only work when he wants to.

XII. Bear

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Potter stood in the living room, keenly staring at their first jigsaw hung on the wall.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that puzzle piece is never going to be found,” Draco said from the couch.

“Why are you so sure?” He asked turning around to face him.

“It’s a tiny piece lost in a big world,” Draco replied without looking away from his book.

There was a pregnant pause before Potter declared, “I’m going to find it.” Draco scoffed but looked up at Potter; who had been staring at him intently. “You’ll see.”

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🐾 RULES & GUIDELINES

🐾 CLAIMING FORM

🐾 PROMPTING GALLERY

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X. Scene

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The living room walls began to form a mosaic of jigsaws. Each of them depicted different scenes: landscapes, more gardens, some of architecture, and a memorable one of a kneazle. Yet with all these idyllic images on the wall Draco’s eyes were always drawn to the picture in front of him: Potter on his knees as his eyes rapidly searched the table for the right pieces. 

Through all their differences they somehow managed to work together. The images started appearing faster, the piece count started to go up, and they continued to build in harmony. Draco’s attention went back to the puzzle as Potter placed the last piece.He added it to their museum as Draco thought, What an odd scenery we must make.

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