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RBB & SBB for Dummies
This post is meant to be a concise, chronological explanation of the rainbow bears. It doesn’t go in depth on minute details, but rather shows HUGE clues and how the bears progressed to where they are now and why people link them to Louis and Harry. This is the post you show your friends and family members when they ask why you’re crying at 2 AM.
AGAIN: This post doesn’t include EVERY Rbb tweet/picture, only the most relevant ones necessary for explaining why they’re important and why people believe Louis and Harry run them.
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Updated August 27, 2016
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There’s this big thing going around people saying he looks tired and sad and that means something will happen, like a warning, or damage control bc of the whole Louis Styles debacle.
This is my opinion:
Yes he does look tired maybe even sad or upset. It could be that he legit is tired, had a long night. Or it could be that he’s playing his part. The hints to the “breakup” are being made. El’s videos that match with Max’s, her being in Max’s video, all those are supposed to be little things that one should have noticed right? And those things are things that will be used as examples in their breakup articles. So Louis has to play his part too. He has to act like he’s upset that his long time relationship is done (even if it’s not “officially” done) I mean he did say he would “marry” her not too long ago. He can’t just act like nothing, like it doesn’t bother him especially if they are trying to push the narrative of two former close friends reuniting and one supporting the other through a hardship.
With that said I think Louis will be the one to officially come out. It can be used as an “explanation” as to why he and El really broke up. It caused them problems (along with other reasons) but even though he now knew he is bi or gay or whatever he decides to label himself he still “loved” her and the break up hurt = sad and tired looking Louis selfies and a great reason for him to have/get support from his friend.
Also I completely believe he is in LA, both him and Harry (together, obviously). Louis will say he wanted to see Freddie (which he probably did) and the break up made it easier for him to hop on a plane and leave London. Harry was “already” in LA. They “hang out” for the “first time in years” and they get papped, “unbeknownst” to them and voila we have the beginning of a whirlwind storm.
*rember this is just my theory, I can be and I’m probably am completely way off. *
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Larry Fics Masterpost - Christmas Edition 2019
Merry Christmas people!! It’s this time of the year again! Following my previous masterpost, I’ve decided to make an updated one!
Here’s some more of my absolutely favourite Christmas fics:
Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry:
Summary: Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.
Word count: 2,421
Do Not Falter (There’s a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry:
Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis’ family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?
The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.
Word count: 2,853
You Should Be Here With Me by dimpled_halo:
Summary: Louis is finishing the last touches of his outfit when the doorbell chimes downstairs. He freezes midway through buttoning his shirt. Again, if he’d known what was going to happen today he’d have brought a better outfit, but it’s whatever. He holds his breath, hearing as the door is opened and some murmurs Louis can’t quite make out. He doesn’t miss the deep rumble of Harry’s voice. Louis may not be able to understand what is being said from up here, but that deep voice is unmistakable. It sends shivers through his body.
Louis is home for the holidays and doesn’t expect his mum to invite his ex and his family over for Christmas. All the feelings he’s had bottled up since breaking up with Harry before going to uni come back in full force.
Word count: 3,000
Snowdrops and Mice Pops by OhHarold:
Summary: The boys are stuck at Hogwarts over Christmas incapable of taking the Hogwarts Express back to London. A botched together friends Christmas would have to do.
Word count: 3,300
Make The Yuletide Gay by hollytabatha:
Summary: Louis has a disdain for Christmas songs and ugly Christmas sweaters, but maybe spending a night with Harry will change that for good.
Word count: 3,411
One Week, Eight Hours by daggerinrose:
Summary: or: a production assistant with no experience in front of a camera interviews a rockstar with old shoes and a distasteful attitude.
Word count: 3,560
Unto You by LadyLondonderry:
Summary: Louis is a lamplighter celebrating the saturnalia season in his own way.Harry is heavily pregnant and new in the city.The holiday of Christmas is yet to be created.
Word count: 3,671
pull your-elf together by EmmyLouWho:
Summary: Or: Santa’s Winter Wonderland is a great place to fall in love.
Word count: 3,947
Santa’s Lap by larryatendoftheday:
Summary: A Christmas story about unexpected gifts, featuring Harry as a mall Santa and Louis as a great big brother.
Word count: 4,227
Is that a candy cane in your pocket? by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):
Summary: Louis accuses Harry of shoplifting. Harry was definitely not shoplifting.
They work it out.
Word count: 4,868
i’ll be yours for christmas by rina_a:
Summary: My family invited you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry.
Word count: 4,874
since we’ve no place to go (let it snow) by midnights:
Summary: ft. harry flaunting his cooking skills, crying at classic christmas movies, and a dog named george bailey.
Word count: 4,759
Set Your Heart A-Whirl by QuickedWeen:
Summary: Harry comes home for his family’s big Christmas party and learns something surprising about his past.
Word count: 4,975
In this light (I fell for you) by Larryfissure:
Summary: Christmas AU where Harry is going to perform his very first concert and Louis is his mute (and very supportive) boyfriend. Also lots of kittens, bad puns and boyfriends being cute.
Word count: 5,334
Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb:
Summary: Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.
Word count: 5,412
I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by dimpled_halo:
Summary: After not being able to afford to go home for the holidays, Louis is resigned to spend Christmas alone. When he stumbles upon his neighbor, Harry, he realizes he might not be so lonely after all.
Word count: 5,753
I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by haloeverlasting:
Summary: Or, Louis’ heat is out, Harry’s a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.
Word count: 7,477
You’re Never Alone with a Moon this Bright by HelloAmHere:
Summary: Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.
Word count: 7,619
Rated R by cherrystreet:
Summary: Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.
Word count: 7,635
A Story For the Ages by FallingLikeThis:
Summary: He should have known it was coming. After seven months of pretending to have a boyfriend in order to keep his mum from meddling in his love life again, he should have realized he’d have to actually introduce her to someone eventually.
Word count: 7,706
Moon Wrapped in Gold Paper by larrymylove:
Summary: The first time Louis meets Harry, several things go very wrong.
Word count: 7,932
A Christmas Wish by Snowy38:
Summary: “So when are you going to tell him?”
Louis pursed his lips at his sister, his Skype video call relaying his thoughts on that subject perfectly.
“Next question,” he mused.
Lottie rolled her eyes.
“It’s your birthday in four days, Louis.”
“What difference does that make?” He scoffed.
She shrugged.
“You can get drunk and confess how you feel and take it back afterwards if he doesn’t feel the same.”
That might work if Louis wasn’t in love with Harry. But Lottie didn’t know that and she didn’t need to find out.
“Thanks Lots,” he said anyway.
“Seriously Lou what’s stopping you?”
Louis sighed.
“Fear mostly.”
Word count: 8,780
Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe by 4ureyesonly28:
Summary: Louis flies out to Chicago for business just before Christmas… His flight home is cancelled because of a snow storm and he ends up going to his colleague Niall’s Christmas party where he meets the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And if they end up under the mistletoe within less than an hour then that’s nobody’s business but theirs.
Word count: 8,831
There’s really nothing better (than a beautiful boy in an ugly Christmas sweater) by we_are_the_same:
Summary: In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Louis takes on a few more shifts at his part time job to be able to buy Christmas presents for his family and friends. In comes Harry, who might be everything Louis had never asked for. Featuring ugly Christmas Sweaters, too many Christmas songs, and not enough snow.
Word count: 9,087
you’ve set my soul to dreaming by we_are_the_same:
Summary: Or: Thirty year old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall.
Word count: 9,279
Make The Yuletide Gay by flowercrownfemme:
Summary: A Christmas In Connecticut AU in which Louis is a mommy blogger, Harry is a pop star, and nobody’s really what they seem. Featuring a lot of lying, tons of domesticity, some badly faked heterosexuality, and a few Christmas kisses.
Word count: 9,769
sidewalk angels echo hallelujah by nooelgallagher:
Summary: When Louis’ dog goes missing 7 days before Christmas, he doesn’t have much hope for a Christmas reunion. But miracles come in all shapes and sizes, and Harry just might take the form of his.
Word count: 9,978
Brighten My Northern Sky by twoshipstiedup:
Summary: Harry, Louis, a phone number and fate
Word count: 10,030
make my wish come true by flicker_album:
Summary: Or the one where Louis starts decorating for Christmas in November and Harry indulges him.
Word count: 10,137
The Clock Strikes Christmas by jacaranda_bloom:
Summary: OR the one where Louis needs someone to love, Harry needs a miracle, and sometimes, wishes really do come true.
Word count: 10,498
Candy Cane Eyes by larryent:
Summary: It’s the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry’s apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible.
Word count: 10,703
and marshmallows by BriaMaria:
Summary: The one where Harry has a personal attachment to Louis’ house, and Louis can’t stop picturing the beautiful stranger dancing in his kitchen.
Word count: 10,729
Take Your Time by Layne Faire (HisDarlin):
Summary: When Harry finds himself in the middle of a messy break-up with no place to live, Louis offers a spare room in his flat. Unbeknownst to Harry, Louis has been infatuated for years. Over the objections of their friends, who know the truth, Harry accepts. Can Louis survive Harry moving into his home…and closer to his heart? Will Harry see what’s right in front of him?
Word count: 11,556
Maybe I’m Crazy To Suppose by twoshipstiedup:
Summary: A breakup before Christmas sends Harry back to a place he’d been avoiding for years.
One night with a stranger makes him want to stay.
Word count: 12,665
If the Fates Allow by afirethatcannotdie:
Summary: Louis yells at a stranger in a shop and a few days later, needs his help. Desperately. Then he discovers he’s kind of in love with him.
Word count: 13,039
The Christmas Lift by homosociallyyours:
Summary: Louis lies about having a boyfriend to avoid being set up on a blind date by an overzealous co-worker, but now he’s in desperate need of a fake boyfriend for his office holiday party. He’s complaining about it on the phone to Liam when Harry, his unknown but hot neighbor, overhears him in the lift and offers to help.
It doesn’t take long for Louis to realize he wishes things weren’t quite so fake, but he’s afraid it’ll take a Christmas miracle to make anything happen.
Word count: 13,150
Christmas, Baby by nikogda:
Summary: Or, The one where the exact thing that Harry thinks is derailing his life plan might be exactly what he needs.
Word count: 13,191
Wrap me up in your Love by wickedarcher_08:
Summary: Or the one where Louis is pregnant and keeps getting interrupted in the most obscure ways every time he tries to tell Harry.
Word count: 13,223
to the light by fondleeds:
Summary: AU. Harry is a mermaid lost at sea and Louis is a boy determined to make his first Christmas a memorable one.
Word count: 13,304
Moments Stay When People Leave… by lovelarry10:
Summary: Harry gets lost in the memories of the best relationship he’d ever had, and then threw away, breaking two hearts. He makes a decision just before Christmas, and can only hope Louis feels the same…
Word count: 13,855
All I Want Is You (This Christmas) by Dont_Stop_Larry:
Summary: Harry broke up with Louis early in 2014. Louis is trying to figure out life without Harry. Being stuck together on a Christmas vacation might just mend everything.
Word count: 14,019
Come What May by sincewewereeighteen:
Summary: The one in which Harry and Louis have been separated for almost a year, but their kids ask Santa to bring them together again.
Word count: 14,049
Made From Love by lovelarry10:
Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis’ realised something about his husband Harry.
Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.
Louis’ determined to open Harry’s eyes and make him realise the real magic that’s happening this Christmas…
Word count: 14,690
This Winter’s Day by QuickedWeen :
Summary: Louis is Harry’s stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it’s only natural that Harry suggests himself.
Word count: 14,871
The Lights Will Guide You Home by Dont_Stop_Larry:
Summary: The one where two oblivious men haven’t quite figured it out yet - but it may be too late for them.
Word count: 16,916
Christmas at the Holly Lodge by lululawrence:
Summary: Or the one where Louis is the owner of the Holly Lodge, Harry is an investment advisor, and maybe Christmas miracles really do exist.
Word count: 17,387
Make You Feel My Love by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife):
Summary: Harry decides the best way to go about telling his best friend that he’s in love with him is to catch him under a conveniently placed mistletoe but that’s not what happens.
Word count: 17,442
My Only Wish by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife):
Summary: Or an Secret Santa AU where Louis doesn’t know how it works and keeps giving Harry gifts and being not so obvious about his flirting.
Word count: 17,918
An Aurora Grove Christmas by dandelionfairies:
Summary: Harry gets lost on his way to St. Louis. The roads are horrid because of the snow and he ends up spinning into a ditch. Lucky for him, he finds a cabin nearby, as well as a cute blue-eyed man who immediately helps him. Unfortunately, his car is stuck for the night, but at least he has a place to stay with Louis. With the snow continuing to fall and another storm front coming through, will he ever make it out of Aurora Grove? Does he even want to?
Word count: 17,930
Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by 2tiedships2:
Summary: Or the one where Niall’s dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates…. or does he?
Word count: 18,474
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This Winter Dream by hopeneverdies:
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is on his way home from New York City to spend Christmas with his family, but his trip is temporarily halted when his car breaks down in a small town upstate. A lonely barista, named Harry, offers him a place to stay for the night. It doesn’t take long before Louis wants to offer something to Harry in return.
Word count: 19,065
Reindeer Games by Throwthemflowers:
Summary: Louis is a disgruntled elf and Harry is one of Santa’s reindeer. Featuring classic miscommunication, heaps of unrequited pining, gratuitous smut (with a bit of, shall we say, horseplay), a pinch of NYC holiday magic, and a sickening amount of Christmas Spirit.
Word count: 19,639
Six Weeks by LadyLondonderry:
Summary: When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.
Word count: 20,023
All I Want For Christmas (Is Lou) by wickedarcher_08:
Summary: Or the one where Harry and Louis are each others Secret Santa
Word count: 20,550
So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr:
Summary: Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.
Word count: 21,355
Better Not Pout, I’m Telling You Why by runaway_train:
Summary: The one where Harry still believes in Santa Claus and Louis doesn’t want to be the one to burst his bubble.
Word count: 24,545
Lovin’ you is a gift by messofgorgeouschaos:
Summary: With his 28th birthday approaching, Louis was looking forward to celebrating in New York City with an all-expenses paid trip. He just didn’t expect to spend it with an escort when he suddenly finds himself single a few days before it. A Pretty Woman AU.
Word count: 25,462
Waited All Year To Be Near by lovelarry10:
Summary: Harry’s preparing for the holidays at home with his four children while Louis is deployed. All he wants is his husband home for Christmas. But Louis’ half a world away…
Word count: 27,399
Let It Snow by crescentmoonshine:
Summary: Four years, four disastrous Christmas parties, four disastrous attempts to get it right.
Word count: 27,858
Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups:
Summary: Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.
Word count: 31,880
From the Start by Anonymous:
Summary: Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that’s what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.
Word count: 32,185
Frosted Kisses by bromanceorromance:
Summary: Harry and Niall run a bakery called Sweet Cheeks. Louis is in line to become the next Santa Claus, but his best friend, Zayn, is the only one that knows. Louis wants Harry as soon as he sees him, but he’s not ready to interrupt Harry’s life with the “I’m the next Santa” news until it’s almost too late.
Word count: 34,135
Latching Onto You by reminiscingintherain:
Summary: Or, the one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends’ wedding.
Word count: 34,313
Find You Home by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):
Summary: When Louis lies to his family and says he’ll bring his new boyfriend home for Christmas, his best friend and roommate Harry agrees to play the part. It’s that, or be left alone over the holidays.
What will happen? No one knows! Perhaps Santa will swoop in with a Christmas miracle.
Featuring lovesick idiots, kissing and cuddling, pies and Christmas clichés.
Word count: 35,388
Feels Like Christmas by lovelarry10:
Summary: Harry Styles has always loved Christmas - it’s his favourite holiday, but there’s always been something missing.
Louis Tomlinson has been running from his pain, and is determined to ignore the holidays once more, choosing to spend them in solitude.
When they meet - entirely by chance - it could be just what they both need this Christmas…
Word count: 49,630
the impossible now by stylinsoncity:
Summary: A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.
Word count: 64,839
OH. THE. TEA!
Louis Tomlinson’s Walls cover art:
This moment from Todrick Hall’s music video for “I Like Boys,” after he literally kicks the closet door down:
BONUS (I Like Boys lyrics):
Lights off, doors shut Tall, dark, clean-cut Thick with a bubble butt, yup Mama, I like boys Styles like they named Harry Sizzlin’ like grease By day his name Gaston By night I call him Beast
Bitch! B to the O to the Y to the S Boys will be boys and with boys I’m obsessed Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress And if boys are a crime then I’m under arrest
Never Have I Ever by Hudders-and-Hiddles
Complete - Explicit - 10,655 Words - 1 Chapter- Johnlock
John and Sherlock tag along for the Met's weekly night out, where the evening's chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
My last work for “Running on Air”
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Darling!!!!!!!!!! I dare yo to write an alternate Deathly Hallows where Draco yeets the Elder Wand.
Challenge accepted. Here’s my first venture into HP fanfiction, I suppose. :)
“HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!”
There’s something to be said about shock.
Something to be said about going into shock, but he can’t be bothered to care at this moment. The words slip from his grasp, falling aside as worthless details and half grasped concepts.
They aren’t real, nothing feels real, because as much as he’s hated Harry Potter, as deeply as he’s despised him, he’s never dreamt of his corpse. Not once, not even at his darkest, not even with his Aunt Bella egging him on as the muggles screamed…
He’s never wished Potter dead, even if he hated himself for it.
He freezes as the Weasley girl screams, as her father grabs her tight as he can to hold her back from the Death Eater’s loud cheers. Draco can see him – the object of his envy and hatred and irritation and complete and utter loathing – in the Half-breed’s arms, draped haphazardly like a delicate princess. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, like this is all some sick joke, and the stupid prat’s Chosen One powers are about to kick in at any moment.
But then Draco looks at Granger and Weasley, looks at the shock in their eyes, the broken and haunted way the tears gather in their eyes, and he knows this is real. This isn’t school years, where his worst secret is the humiliation lingering after Potter’s rejection in first year, where his biggest concern is winning the Quidditch game just to show Potter up or the House Cup to give the finger to Dumbledore.
This is real, and it’s terrifying, terrifying in a way he’d barely tasted in sixth year, half-mad with desperation and the burden of that brand on his arm, the dark ink marking him as evil and wrong.
(“Draco, years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please, let me help you.”)
He hadn’t let the old man help him, had watched Severus Snape kill him, and he feels a pang for the optimistic fool doomed to die. He never set out to make the wrong choices, but he did anyways. There were no choices, there had been honor, and duty, and loyalty, but never a choice.
(What’s the right choice when every action leads to a death? When inaction leads to death? What is the right choice when your father bartered away your ability to make them for the loyalty of a madman drunk on power?)
Malfoys don’t have choices, they have responsibilities.
He’d been damned from the start.
“SILENCE!”
No one speaks, no one breathes, not even Draco. His eyes linger on Potter, blood-spattered and dirty, as if he’d tumbled through dirt before ‘Avada Kedavra’ struck. He wonders if it hurt, if Potter had been afraid.
Potter’s a Gryffindor, so he doubts it – what they lacked in subtlety and intelligence they made up for in fool-hardy bravery.
(And isn’t that the conundrum Draco’s struggled with, surrounded by the Dark Lord’s suffocating presence, the toxic feeling lingering in Malfoy Manor – is it better to be a brilliant coward, or a brave fool? – Potter’s corpse doesn’t offer any answers)
“Why didn’t you tell her? Bellatrix? You knew it was me. You didn’t say anything.”
He’s never been ready for Potter’s death, even when the opportunity arose not once but twice – first at the hands of his family, second at the hands of his friends – he’d been so stupidly unprepared that he’d saved him, lied for him, even after the bathroom and all the bad blood accumulated over years of bitterness, years of envy and what he wishes he could call hatred.
He’d never had a choice, but he let himself have one.
His family asked him to save them, and he chose Potter, for reasons neither of them understand. ‘Understood,’ he corrects, ignoring the blathering of the Dark Lord as he glides across his field of destruction and blood, ‘Neither of us understood.’ Because it’s past tense now – hate is now hated, envy is now envied – and he still doesn’t know how to feel, even as he knows how he should feel.
Malfoys are calm, collected. Malfoys are perfect, in composure as well as pedigree. Malfoys don’t cower, nor do they fight.
As the snake strikes in the cover of tall grass, Malfoys strike in the dark, underhanded methods and crafty exchanges (money makes the bloody world spin, and the Malfoys have more money than they have emotion).
He should be happy, should be smug, perhaps, over the death of the Boy Who Lived. The other Death Eaters are – ecstatic, actually – but he’s not the same as them, even if it would be easier for his entire family if he were. Potter is the Boy Who Lived, and he’s the fool unwilling to see him dead – the boy who had no choice – stuck on the subtle tug of his gut as Potter’s heart beats, as his green eyes glimmer.
Draco hates himself for noticing that too, for not being what he should be for his family.
“Draco, come.”
His mother beckons him, lips pulled tight in a twisted mockery even he couldn’t call a grin. It’s forced, so disgustingly forced that he could scream, rage the way the Weasley girl tries to. Malfoys are calm, Malfoys are collected, and the look in his mother’s eyes – the whimper half released from his father’s throat – is anything but.
Draco walks from the right side numbly, staring at Potter’s corpse even as the Dark Lord embraces him.
He shivers in revulsion, sick as the man his family has served faithfully for so long embraces him as family. He’s stiff, goosebumps trailed down his pale – damn near translucent – flesh feels the Dark Lord’s words.
Draco is released and his mother embraces him next, but his eyes still linger on the corpse that should not be, the last person he’d ever thought would die – even though Potter was the only non-muggle the Dark Lord truly wanted to die.
No one calls him back, not that he expects them to, but he’s (mildly) disappointed all the same.
He wonders if Potter would have attempted it, self-righteous in his own beliefs that Draco couldn’t be truly evil, truly wrong, if he’d defied the Dark Lord to let him live. He probably would have, might have called him a git or pathetic, and it’s nearly enough to make Draco laugh.
How far he’s fallen, to crave the predictability and reliability in banter with his greatest rival. That mutual irritation… They got under each other’s skin in ways no one else could, even if Draco hadn’t killed anyone.
“…Longbottom.”
He ignores his surroundings, ignores his mother’s soft attempts to coax him out of his self-imposed silence, ignores his father’s whimpering and the ashen appearance that’s such a far cry from before…
Before life became real, and actions had consequences, and his choices led to death and pain for people who didn’t deserve it.
Somewhere between Albus Dumbledore’s death and Potter’s, he’d changed.
Life used to be so clear…
But his father had been abandoned to Azkaban, cast aside in his own home for the Dark Lord’s acceptance. His mother had suffered – quietly, in ways those who didn’t know her wouldn’t see – in ways she’d never suffered before. And Draco… Draco…
“…You knew it was me. You didn’t say anything.”
He doesn’t know himself anymore.
“Draco,” his father murmurs, and he pulls back, tearing his gaze off Potter for the first time since Voldemort’s loud declaration set in this cold, this numbness, settling in his limbs as if it was meant to be there.
His mother strokes his hair, nearly as tense as he is.
His father… looks pathetic. His once luminous blonde locks are stiff and dirty, as worn down and decayed as the rest of him. He’s lost weight, enough for his cheeks to appear sullen and sunken in, enough for his perfectly tailored robes to hang off him in ways not befitting a Malfoy.
He shoots his father a glare, furious at the tears he can feel prickling at the corners of his eyes.
“What?” He demands, ignoring Longbottom’s nervous words, the exaggerated gestures he makes as he speaks, drawing the crowds of right and wrong’s attention.
“We must leave, Draco,” Narcissa interjects, eyes cold and empty. There’s a kindness in her touch that her perfect face can’t convey. “Now.”
But he shoves her away, because his eyes are back on Potter – infuriatingly, stupidly, fixated on the boy turned man he couldn’t hate no matter how desperately he wanted to. Steady breath, in and out.
“…a boy who made all the wrong choices…”
He feels his mother eyes linger, demanding answers he can’t give, perhaps is unwilling to give.
Longbottom’s shouting now, speaking of sacrifice and how Harry Potter’s stupid heart had beat and bled for them all – and honestly, after all the years and pain and suffering, how could they not already know that? How could they question that, when he only hated those who aligned themselves with pain, with hatred and wrong choices.
Unexplainably, there’s a twitch.
Corpses don’t twitch, and it’s small enough for Draco to nearly brush off, to dismiss it as a fight of fancy for his not-hated rival, but he knows Potter. Knows Potter far more than he likes admitting, and he sees his right hand – the same hand he extends towards the snitch every match with that infuriating grin – twitch again.
Potter can’t sit still, never has been able to…
And Draco knows the truth before Longbottom draws the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the dirtied Sorting Hat, knows it as Voldemort laughs.
“Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! And it’s not over!”
Harry Potter grunts, louder than the rapid tempo of Draco’s heart, and he flings himself from the Half-Giant’s arms to the cold stone floor of the half-destroyed courtyard.
The Dark Lord turns, smug grin turning as the gasps reach his ears…
Potter’s wild-eyed, hands grasping for a wand that evidently wasn’t there, still glaring at Voldemort defiantly.
Draco Malfoy is a boy who’s never had a choice, burdened by his family’s legacy, by the weight of expectations and tradition and self-importance piled on by his father. He’s always followed his father’s rules, his father’s ambitions…
He’s been perfect, as close as he could get.
He’s been obedient, even as it tore his soul and mind apart.
He’s been cool, even as screams scratch at his throat, demanding to be released.
But when the Dark Lord turns, when he frowns and his eyes narrow into dark slits, Draco makes another choice, ripping his arm from his mother’s grasp.
“Draco—” His father tries, but he’s already gone.
“…all the wrong choices…”
“Potter!” He shouts, ripping the wand straight from Voldemort’s bony fingers. Potter’s emerald eyes – still glimmering, Draco can’t help but notice – snap onto him, hardened and suspicious, until they notice the wand he holds in a death grip.
He tosses the wand, ignoring Voldemort’s angry shout for another wand, and Potter catches it, looking alive and confident…
“CONFRINGO!”
Nagini hisses, sent flying towards the Death Eater’s as Voldemort yells again, sending waves of flames towards Potter and – fuck – him. They both jump over rubble, ducking between pillars as they run.
“If we die,” Draco hisses, dodging another furious attack from Voldemort, “I will kill you again, Potter.”
Potter sends him a curious look, one that makes him catch his breath.
“If we die,” He echoes, lips curling upwards. “Tom won’t succeed, not this time.”
Draco blinks, nearly struck by another jet of flames he doesn’t notice.
“Who the bloody hell is Tom?”
"I wish you could just admit you made a mistake" "I didnt make a mistake, I like it with salt" *while stirring coffee*. Any pairing you want and it doesnt have to be romantic.
I had a blast writing this!! Some domestic!drarry for the soul :)
Coffee
~
Harry wakes to the smell of coffee and the sound of clattering in the kitchen. The light streaming in from the windows makes him blink blearily, the blankets warm where they wrapped around his legs. He reaches groggily over to the other side, where Draco usually slept and touched only air.
For a heartbeat, just a heartbeat that old panic comes back, of waking up and finding the other person gone. Harry’s spent too many mornings like that; Draco having slipped away some time before dawn, the bed cold and so, so empty. He clenches his hands, fists slipping on the sheets. It always took awhile for him to calm down, to be reminded that he was here, in their apartment in Diagon Alley, all old windows and exposed brick.
Draco had picked the place out, half-forgotten on a small side street, the windows boarded and the door locked. Harry had thought he was crazy at first, crazy for wanting an old wreck like this was.
But they had cleaned it up nicely: exposed beams and huge windows with emerald shutters, hard wooden flooring covered in soft rugs. Pansy had done most of the decorating - Harry wanted too much red and Draco wanted too much green. The flat was now a comfortable amalgamation of them both - broomsticks on the floor, Harry’s coffee mugs and Draco’s crystal wine glasses, a Muggle television and an old pensieve that Draco had bought from god knew where.
It felt like home. Harry’s never really felt like that before, having a place to truely call home.
He gets out of bed slowly, wincing at the bright lights. There’s a mess of clothing dumped on one of the chairs; he grabs something at random (Draco’s - only he would bother to buy a sweater this nice) and pulls it on, padding into the kitchen.
Draco’s perched on the counter, a newspaper in hand. Harry watches him, all tousled blonde hair and long legs and the faintest edge of a rosy blush on his cheeks. The sun hits him from behind making him look like he was glowing, the entire room lit up by the beauty of his smile.
Harry remembers a time long ago, back to the War and the fighting. Draco had been colder, harder, painted in shades of grey instead of gold. Still beautiful - he always had been beautiful - but nothing close to what he was now.
He could have watched Draco for hours, flipping through the Prophet idly, the smell of warm coffee in the air. Draco notices him before long though; he rolls his eyes, tossing the newspaper over Harry’s head and onto the sofa behind him. “Creep,” he says, though there’s no venom behind the words. “How long have you been watching me?”
Harry shrugs. He doesn’t bother to hide the smile on his face, like he might’ve so long ago. He’s long learnt that Draco was Draco - he never needed to hide anything around him. “Few minutes. You know we have a couch right?”
“Oh really?” Draco says in mock surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Maybe you’re just stupid,” Harry says and Draco lets out a long laugh.
“Bitch,” he mutters and flicks his wand. The mail comes soaring into Harry’s hands, the door swinging slightly behind it. “Here’s all your precious fan mail by the way.”
Harry scowls, examining the parchment in his hand. “How do they keep finding us?”
“Probably a tracking spell or something. How come I never get any fan mail?”
“You have the fucked-up Death Eater guy.”
Draco pours. “Yes, but he’s a fucked-up Death Eater guy. You get all the admirers. No one has ever sent me a condom before.”
Harry shudders. “Oh please no,” he says, dropping the stack of mail onto the coffee table with a groan. “That was one time! One time!”
“It was an extra large!” Draco calls out as Harry shoves his way into the kitchen, slamming an empty mug onto the counter. Ron had gotten it for him as an 18th birthday present - one of those tacky souvenir ones that seemed to have sprouted up everywhere after the war. The Bae Who Lived was stamped on one side, along with a lipstick mark that did not resemble Harry’s lips at all.
Draco had now stretched himself out on the counter, legs dangling idly over the edge. His arm was out and bare next to him, the Dark Mark covered up by beautiful flowers, rendered in soft purples and blues and greens. It was a Muggle tattoo for the most part, with the exception of one single hydrangea - in ever shifting colours of pale pinks and soft teals. Draco had designed it himself - they still had the parchment sketched on the wall in the bedroom.
“Move,” Harry grumbles, unceremoniously shoving Draco off the counter. “Why are you even up so early? It’s not like we have practice or anything.”
Draco gives him a disbelieving stare. “It’s almost 8.”
“Too fucking early.”
“Go to bed earlier then.”
“I did!” Harry shakes his head. “You’re the one keeping me up all night.”
“Well,” Draco says, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I’m sure I could wake you up by - “
“I’m going to stop you right there.” Harry scowls into his empty mug, running a hand through his hair. “The only thing I want to be woken up by today is the Lord and coffee. I need coffee.”
“Pot,” Draco says, gesturing vaguely towards the coffee machine. “My boyfriend. The handsomest idiot in the world.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Harry grumbles as he pours himself a huge cup. Draco had an unusual talent for making incredible coffee, despite not knowing how to use a french press about 6 months ago. “I defeated Voldemort, right? That’s got to count for something.”
Draco laughs. “Please. You’re an idiot.”
“Am not,” Harry scowls. He finds the milk in the fridge, adding copious amounts to his coffee. “Where’s the spoons?”
“This is your fucking loft too,” Draco mutters. He hands Harry the spoon from his own coffee mug, smirking as he did. “Honestly. Remember that headline a few weeks ago? ‘Harry Potter; the Hidden Mysteries of the Boy Who Lived?’”
“Vividly,” Harry mutters, now rummaging around the cupboards for the sugar. “Made me sound like some sort of bloody celebrity or something. Anything Skeeter writes is trash.”
Draco hums. He kicks his feet out in front of him idly. “True. It’s a load of bullshit anyways. Hidden mysteries my ass.”
Harry flips him off. He finds the sugar in a jar next to the stove and adds a few heaping spoonfuls to his coffee, the rich scent already helping with his headache. “I’m mysterious!” he protests. “And handsome. And attractive. And devastatingly intelligent.”
“Apparently not,” Draco says, “Seeing as you just put salt in your coffee.”
Harry freezes. He turns back towards the stove. For the first time he notices the small black letters on the side of the jar. Sea Salt.
He inwardly groans, turning back to face Draco, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. “No. I meant to do that.”
“I wish you would just admit you made a mistake,” Draco sighs, watching as Harry serenely stirs his coffee. “Gryffindors.”
“I didn’t make a mistake,” Harry mutters, clinking his spoon against his mug. “I like it with salt.”
“Oh really?” Draco says. Harry sees the glint in his eye and gulps. “Then you wouldn’t have a problem with drinking it?”
Harry swallows, hard. Shit, he thinks. Draco’s eyes are full of challenge, that streak of competitiveness that made him fall in love in the first place.
Harry slowly raises the mug to his lips. “Fuck you,” he says and chugs the whole thing. Halfway through he regrets it - it’s burning hot and excruciatingly salty, like drinking warm ocean water. He never could turn down a dare though, draining the cup to the dregs.
“See?” he says, slamming the cup down in front of Draco. “Delicious.”
Draco gets to his feet, smiling wickedly. He crosses over to the stove, picking up the jar of salt. “Delicious?”
“Yeah,” Harry says, trying to hind the grimace and the lingering taste still in his mouth. “I could drink this all day.”
He regrets the words as soon as it leaves his mouth. Draco grins, his face turning evil. “Well then,” he says. “It’s a good thing I love my boyfriend so much then.”
Fuck.
“Draco - “ Harry starts, but Draco just winks.
“Love you,” he says, and then dumps the entire pot of salt into the coffee.
“My Anatomy Does Not Determine My Gender”
Keep it with you during times of gender dysphoria If possible, try sewing it into your undergarments (that fancy wording for underwear)
Hogsmeade Weekend + Drarry
• The two of them were already pretty close friends, so it wouldn't be too awkward.
• Harry just didn't know how to tell Draco it'd be just the two of them; no Ron or Hermione.
• 'Harry, trust me, he wouldn't mind.'
• 'But what if he does, 'Mione?!'
• 'Tell him Hermione and I are going on a date.'
• 'Ronald!'
• Harry does manage to ask him (a day before the Hogsmeade weekend)
• Draco says yes, obviously, and they go together.
• It was easy for them to talk, and drink Butterbeer, and steal each others candy, and drink a little Firewhisky, and act like a couple.
• They got back late, laughing and slightly tipsy, but they quieted down once they entered the castle.
• Draco didn't remember when they'd exchanged scarves, but the Slytherin scarf made Harry's eyes appear brighter. He'd never admit Harry looked good in it, though.
• 'Thanks for today.' Draco whispered, smiling freely as he started walking away backwards. 'I ought to get back before Filch catches us.'
• Why is his smile so cute-'No problem, Draco. Best date I've ever been on.'
• Draco stopped and looked at Harry in confusion.
• 'Wait- that was a date?'
• Harry had not meant to say that out loud- but too late now.
• 'I mean... it could be. If you want it to be. Totally fine if you don't! It's not like I like you- no, wait, I don't not like you-'
• Harry stopped himself before he could continue rambling, and Draco laughed.
• 'Hogsmeade as a first date? Really, Potter? No, that wasn't a date. I'll take you somewhere better. Tomorrow.' Harry could have sworn that his heart stopped for a second.
• 'So you don't mind going on a date with me?'
• 'Honestly, Potter.' Draco laughed again. Harry found that he liked this carefree Draco as well. 'The only one who hasn't noticed my crush on you, is you.'
• Draco winked and walked to his common room, while Harry stood like a statue for the next minute.
• When he got back to the common room, he was surprised to see Hermione and Ron awake.
• 'So, how was the date, mate?' Ron asked him the second he entered.
• 'Ron! He means, how was hanging out with Draco?'
• 'I've got a date tomorrow.'
• 'Bloody hell! Harry got a date faster than me!' 'It's not my fault you took years to ask, Ronald.' 'Harry took years to confess to Draco!' 'Hey!'
• The date the next day turned out to be the first of many.
I got a suggestion to draw ferrets, so I drew a ferret ;)
🕯️ Reading Candles for Yes-or-No Questions 🕯️
🔥 High, steady flame - Yes.
🔥 Low, steady flame - No.
🔥 Short, weak flame - No.
🔥 Dancing flame - Needs more focus. Re-ground, concentrate, and ask again.
🔥 Violently flickering flame - Strong no. Take this as a warning (if you are positive the flickering is not caused by any outside force).
🔥 Sputtering and crackling flame - There is more to your answer than a simple yes or no.
🔥 Dual-Flame - Thinking, wait for your answer.
🔥 Flame leaning to the left - Yes.
🔥 Flame leaning to the right - No.
🔥 Candle will not light - Now is not the right time to ask.
🔥 Candle will not go out - You are not done yet. There is more to your answer that you need to hear.
🔥 Candle goes out on its own before giving an answer - Now is not the right time to ask.
This was the first method of sigil making I ever learned, from a post by @the-darkest-of-lights. I decided to make my own tutorial on it with my spare time. Happy sigil making! I’ll be making more of these on other methods of sigil making I think, because there’s so many different methods, and this was quite enjoyable to make. (I know that you can make sigils with the other various planetary numerology squares but honestly I still haven’t figured out how, I only know this one.)
How to explore the hotel at night
You’ve known the odd feeling you have when you traverse the halls of the hotel at night all your life. It is the other realm calling to you, you are just going about it wrong. Do not attempt if you are on the 4th floor.
Wait until it is after midnight, but before 3 am. Never leave your room at 3 am.
Be sure to have your keycard, you will need it to return safely. Take nothing else with you, they will steal it.
Put your hand on the door, and pray for a safe journey. It is not necessary, but it helps.
Exit the room with confidence. They will be watching.
Walk to one end of the hallway. Do not turn around, they are examining you.
Face the window and thank the moon for joining you. She will be your guardian; she will watch over you.
With the moon protecting you, count to three and turn around. You will immediately notice that the lights have dimmed. Do not be afraid, you have simply been accepted into the realm.
Walk slowly to the elevator. It will feel like you are walking through a thick syrup, but it is only the beings of the other realm greeting you.
Once inside, you will see the control panel will have multiple buttons to choose from. Never go to the 4th floor unless the moon has instructed you to do so.
You may explore wherever you please. Feel free to use all of your eight senses. You are welcomed as long as you do not take anything with you. Time has no meaning here, but it is up to you to remember it.
When you are ready to leave, return to the elevator.
Once inside, your heart will know the way home. Press the button and return to your floor.
Without turning around, exit the elevator on your floor and return to your room. They will say goodbye with a parting gift in your back pocket, but do not look at it.
Before entering your room, thank them for allowing you into their realm, and thank the moon for safe passage. Enter the room.
Go immediately to sleep, you will wake up in your own realm. The gift will be in your memories, so cherish it, whatever it might be.
Never return unless the moon commands it.
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“My Wish Will Come True”
Draw this on a piece of paper, write your wish on the other side of that paper. Burn the paper.
Burn with a bay leaf as well if possible.
💋 Ariel Singing Glamour 🐚
a disney-spiried a glamour to help your singing voice be like a mermaid’s
🐚 gather: a seashell, full moon or ocean water, a pinch of glitter, a necklace chain and a song that makes you confident in your singing voice.
💋 mix the water with the glitter. rinse the seashell in the water.
🐚 play the song and sing along with it as you mix the water clockwise.
💋 when the song is over, dry it out and make it into a necklace.
🐚 wear the necklace when you feel you need a boost with your singing voice
“Polished” Glamour Spell
Purpose:
To be a glamour spell that provides the caster with a polished, attractive, and glowing appearance and to help them appear to be more charismatic, confident, and powerful.
Items:
Your nails(preferably clean and cut)
Nail polish
[Optional] A cinnamon stick
Process:
Firstly, paint the nails of one of your hands(once the polish is on, you can incorporate the optional cinnamon stick by smoldering it over your nails before and\or during the chant). While your nails are drying, say:
May this increase my glamour And make all who perceive me instantly enamored. Whilst this dries, Let it solidify The attractiveness, charisma, and confidence inside of me. May I be polished and powerful in my own right, And may I always shine bright. May this spell give me glamour pure That glows from inside of me akin to a star. Glamour, glamour, let it be. Be it, let it, may it be.
Repeat the above for your other hand. Then close your eyes and imagine a glow coming from your nails, and picture it highlighting all of the best features about you, as well as bringing out all of the characteristics mentioned before in the “purpose” section. Open your eyes once you feel that the spell is complete, and enjoy!
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Lukadrien is just <3 Rush draw hahahaha
Viperion: So Ladybug, are you and Chat noir... a thing?
Ladybug: What? Oh no. Not at all. We are crime fighting partners. We are not dating.
Viperion: Oh, cool. I’m relieved.
Ladybug: Oh? Why is that? (Blushing)
Viperion: Because now I can ask out Chat noir without feeling guilty.
Ladybug: Viperion I’m flat... wait What?
Chat noir: Look Viperion, you are awesome and cool. But I’m in love with ...
Viperion: Snakes have no gag reflex.
Chat noir: ... Did you want to get dinner sometime?