May I Request Some Drarry In The Delicately Palette? Maybe Kissing Outside A Pub Illuminated Only By

may i request some drarry in the delicately palette? 👀 maybe kissing outside a pub illuminated only by a streetlight

I like when you let me feel tall.

Thank you moon! All my love!

Harry after Healer

Author: Anonymous

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

For: @blue–dreaming, bluedreaming

Word Count: 2,131

Rating: Teen & Up

Content: Fluff, High after surgery, EWE, Sarcastic Banter, Domestic Fluff, St. Mungo’s, Slice of Life, Established Relationship

Warnings: None

Summary:

Harry’s loopy on potions after his procedure. Draco rather likes Harry this way, all open and innocent and awestruck. Oh—and yeah. Obsessed with Draco’s beauty. That part’s rather nice.

“Do we call each other ‘love’? How long have we been together?”

“We’ll have been married three years next month,” he replies.

“Merlin, I hit the jackpot!” Harry exclaims, beaming.

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Third Time’s Not a Charm

Author: Anonymous

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

For: @softlystarstruck​, softlystarstruck​

Word Count: 10,159

Rating: Explicit

Content: Post-Hogwarts, EWE, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Anxiety, Anxious!Draco, Work retreat, Ward Specialist Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending, They were roommates!, There was only one bed, Bed Sharing, Oral Sex, Hint of D/s dynamics, Mention of Bondage

Warnings: None

Summary:

It’s Draco’s least favourite time of year: the mandatory annual work retreat for employees of the International Quidditch Association. There’s nothing quite like being forced to stay in a remote lodge in the middle of nowhere with your coworkers, especially when there’s one co-worker, in particular, you need to avoid.

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Seeker’s Games

For the palette challenge I was thinking a scene of them cuddling together in front of the fire or maybe Harry cooking and Draco playing sous chef in the kitchen! I'd love to see something in the amber safety palette. Your art is so lovely, Chuck. 😳💛

Has Santa shown up yet? What part are you at? Lemme see! Darling, I love you, but I will AK you if you interrupt me again.

Thanks, dear Maes! This was so much fun!

"Wake up."

Harry twitched, then snored.

"I said wake up."

Consciousness slowly spread like pins and needles on the inside of his head. Harry groaned.

"Get up."

Harry groaned again, keeping his eyes closed. "'t'd'you want?"

"I'm hungry."

"Go find something to eat. I need to sleep."

"No. Get up. Make me breakfast."

Harry whined, nasal and plaintive. "Please, it's Saturday."

"So what. I'm hungry."

"Draco, please."

"Get up or I'll bite you."

"No you won't."

"I will."

"Fine. It's not like that'll kill me anyway."

"...you're not scared of my bite?"

"No, go ahead and bite me."

"Fine, here I come."

Harry almost fell asleep again as he waited. Nothing happened.

Then something damp tickled his ear. He jerked away with a gravelly chuckle and buried his face into his pillow. "Stop. That tickles."

"Get up and give me breakfast."

"You're old enough to go find breakfast yourself."

"You told me never to leave the flat."

"I told you to be discreet."

"You told me people are scared of me."

"Yes, well, they don't know how sweet you actually are."

"I am not sweet."

"You are. Let me sleep."

"No. Fucking get up."

Harry choked out a laugh. "Where did you learn that kind of language?! You're not even two!"

"Get up and make me some fucking breakfast."

"Stop it, you aren't allowed to swear."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--"

Laughing helplessly now, Harry finally forced his sticky eyes open. Dark, beady eyes stared at him from a mere two inches away.

"Good morning, Draco," he said fondly.

"Breakfast."

"You look very nice this morning."

"Shiny?"

"Very shiny," said Harry, pushing the duvet off himself and the tight spiral of thick coils beside him. He reached out and rubbed Draco's head with one finger.

The tiny, forked tongue shot out in a flash. "Will you take me to the park again today?"

Harry grinned, scratching his bare chest. "Sure."

"Will my namesake be there again?"

"Oh. Er. I don't know..."

"Pathetic."

"Pathetic?! Me?!"

"You couldn't even ask him out to dinner like you were supposed to."

"Fine. Watch me as I ask him today!"

"I hope you do. Then these forty five minute showers you take, grunting and moaning to yourself, can stop."

Harry felt himself go purple in the face as the white ball python next to him uncoiled and slithered away. "You-- you're just-- That's just my muscles relaxing--"

"Yes, I know which muscle. Now get up and feed me breakfast."

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