On Sundays during our posting period, we won’t post a new work, instead you have time to catch up on the works that posted during the week and hopefully leave lovely comments for our creators.
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PPS: So sorry this is so late, I’ve been struggling with a stupid outer-ear infection and just caught up on sleep this Sunday and everything got later and later. ~Tami
Prompt: “Young Royals”, 2021, Series Prompted by:@lumosatnight Artist:Anonymous Art Medium:Digital Rating: General Audiences Warnings:none
Summary: Prince Draco, after getting into a club fight and staining his reputation, is forced by his parents to attend a boarding school far away from home. There, he meets Harry.
Prompt: “Merlin”, 2008, Series Prompted by:hogwartsfirebolt Artist:Anonymous Art Medium: Digital. Filters and Photo Manipulation Rating: General Audiences Warnings:none
Prompt: “Hunger Games: Catching Fire“, 2013, Francis Lawrence Prompted by:@written-in-ash Artist:Anonymous Art Medium/Word Count: Digital Art & 311 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture
Summary: Fate picked us. Two strangers. Fighting to survive. Delivering the show they wanted to see.
Prompt: “Brooklyn Nine-Nine”, 2013, Series Prompted by:Rei382 Author:Anonymous Word Count: 3,700 words Rating:Mature Warnings:none
Summary: The man looked sheepishly at Harry. “Sorry, Harry, but… one of my people has to win.” He disappeared, leaving a flabbergasted Harry behind. The betrayal… Harry slumped down, sitting on the table when he heard Draco’s voice outside the door. “Draco! Draco, in here! In here. Help!” He pleaded to his boyfriend, whose eyes darkened in interest when he stumbled into the room. “Please, let me out.” “Oooooh. Hello, tied-up Harry. Why would I want to get rid of such a delicious sight?” he asked, hand slowly tracing Harry’s collarbone. Damn his ability to seduce me. OR It’s annual heist time, and our beloved couple fight to be crowned ‘Amazing wizard/genius’.
Prompt: “Hunger Games: Catching Fire“, 2013, Francis Lawrence Prompted by:@written-in-ash Author:Anonymous Word Count: 6,327 words Rating:Mature Warnings: mention of death, mention of blood, nightmare
Summary: After the war that had drowned the country in misery, the Ministry developed a video game. The winners got money and the losers got their name put in a data base until, once a year, the Minister chose twenty-four candidates to participate in the ultimate battle royal. Last year, Harry and Draco miraculously survived the tournament and thought they could finally live their life in peace. That was, until they received a letter from Minister Riddle himself.
Prompt: “Merlin”, 2008, Series Prompted by:hogwartsfirebolt Author:Anonymous Word Count: 10,722 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: mentions of illness, death, and homophobia
Summary: “This is my decision, and it is final, Draco!” “But father! It isn’t necessary. The army is the strongest it’s ever been; who would dare attack us?!” Lucius shook his head, his eyes alight with rage. “Are you questioning my authority?” he asked, his voice low; dangerous. “Magic has never been a larger threat to this kingdom. I can not have the crown prince unable to defend himself.” Draco swallowed hard, his blood boiling. He couldn’t argue though, not publicly. He grit his teeth, saying, “My apologies, my Lord.” OR The one where Harry is hired to teach Draco how to use a sword, and they fall in love.
Prompt: “Constantine”, 2005, Francis Lawrence Prompted by:@gnarf Artist:Anonymous Word Count: 21,234 words Rating:Explicit Warnings: necromancy, blood, mentions of suicide, magical creature attack, panic attacks, immoral Ministry, murder
Summary: Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy commits suicide. Or so it appears. Determined to find the truth, Auror Rosier discovers more than he bargained for with the help of a man who disappeared a decade prior – the one and only, Harry Potter.
Prompt: “Ted Lasso”, 2020, Series Prompted by:@anaxandria-writes Author:Anonymous Word Count: 26,514 words Rating:Explicit Warnings:none
Summary: The pureblood sport of Shahmat has its cult following but has been dwindling in popularity in recent decades, so a corporate team of marketing experts, league owners, and investors punch up the sport with new rules that make it easier to follow, more appealing to the muggleborn crowd, generally sexier. As part of the launch, Richmond’s Hellhounds, now owned post-divorce by Pansy Parkinson, have hired Harry Potter to see them through the new rules. Can Harry successfully coach a sport he’s never heard of before? Will Hermione be able to handle people knowing more than her about something? Will there be kissing? (yes, nobody panic, there will be kissing)
Prompt: “Lucifer”, 2016, Series Prompted by: the author Author:Anonymous Word Count: 30,220 words Rating:Mature Warnings: (mention of) murders, slut shaming, threats of violence, recreational drinking, mention of recreational drug (potion) use, homophobia, mention of intended infantifide, mentioned self hate
Summary: When Auror Harry Potter is called to the scene of a crime, he thinks it will be just another murder case. But when it turns out that the victim is an acquaintance of his civilian advisor and childhood nemesis, one Draco Malfoy, he’s no longer sure that will be the case. Harry doesn’t want to believe his colleagues’ suspicions about the culprit, but when a second victim connected to Draco Malfoy turns up, he has no choice but to admit the truth. Draco Malfoy is an essential player in this case, and Harry is determined to find out why.
Prompt: “Rush”, 2013, Ron Howard Prompted by: The Author Author:Anonymous Word Count: 42,012 words Rating:Mature Warnings: Sexual Content, Graphic Depictions of Injury and Recovery
Summary: There is something about racing that sets your blood on fire: the speed, the thrill, the action. The rev of the engines, thunderous as they charge down the track, the trail of sparks that fly in their wake. This is not for the faint of heart; and yet, there is a story here, one that is fragile and tender. A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
I had been so excited to read this fic ever since Peony posted a WIP snip of it, and I absolutely loved it to bits! I just had to fold something for it ❤️ Thank you to the lovely @curlyy-hair-dont-care for looking this over!
Harry sees it straight away, the white trail of the comet so bright despite the lights of all the buildings surrounding him.
He feels a lump in his throat as he stops and stares at the moonless sky.
Is he supposed to make a wish or a prayer?
He checks that no one is looking his way and then he takes his wand and points it at the bright comet in the sky.
He wishes to feel whole again.
To feel happy and not so bloody lonely all the time.
He wishes for a new life.
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Image description: two fortune cookies, folded using blue and purple galaxy paper. Slips of paper containing quotes from Peony’s fic are peeking out from the sides of the cookies.
Image description: the opened slips of paper from the cookies, with the quotes handwritten in cursive in black ink. One reads “He wishes to feel whole again. To feel happy and not so bloody lonely all the time”. The second one reads “Wish you were here with me”.
I chose blue based on the fact that it’s Peony’s favourite colour, and a galaxy print because of the theme of Harry and Draco making a wish upon a comet. Both of theirs come true, and they find themselves in an at first shocking body swap. Two countries apart, the two of them are brought together by a hope of feeling loved and less lonely. Peony writes their emotions so well—the panic and confusion when first trying to navigate the situation, with hilarious awkward encounters with close ones; the longing for the other’s life, and eventually, to be part of it; the growing affection as they interact (once they figure out communication). The two of them also do sweet things for each other as they discover more about their lives and likes, and it’s simply adorable. A few of these moments and gestures are linked to Italian biscuits, hence why I chose to fold cookies, with the fortune part being a nod to the wishes coming true.
The whole story has a tender, yearning vibe that will both break and warm your heart at various moments. Go read this soft getting together fic that will make you fall in love with Harry and Draco’s love!
I woke up to this amazing present, and I genuinely have no words to say how happy it makes me!
This fic means an awful lot to me for various reasons, and I’m a huge fan of @crazybutgood ’s superb origami, so to have a rec and those beautiful fortune cookies made just for me made my little heart explode with happiness.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!! You are honestly such a star and a lovely voice in fandom.
“I… erm. I don’t know if, er. Did you mean for me to see this?” Draco’s face was doing something funny. He laid down the laundry basket and picked up Harry’s jeans. “You know you never empty your pockets.”
“Yes.”
“Although I’ve told you repeatedly. And despite being raised Muggle. You don’t bother taking anything out before throwing it in the machine.”
“Yes.”
“Receipts, coins, notes…”
“Yes.”
“Rings?”
Harry got down on one knee.
Draco swallowed. “Harry?”
“Will you…”
He joined him on the floor with a groan, crying. “Fuck you. Yes.”
Robin does tropes: stuck in a lift together, 900 words
The thing about old lifts is, they require maintenance charms. The thing about maintenance charms is, they need to be regular. And the thing about Harry was, he hasn’t been almost-sorted into Slytherin for nothing. He had a good head for scheme-hatching, and eyes operative enough for his knees to go weak whenever Malfoy was around. Toned, hot Malfoy, funny, sharp Malfoy, fucking ridiculously brilliant Malfoy. Resulting in this: a dire need for the perfect scheme.
It was really the Ministry to blame for making it too easy. All Harry had to do was bribe Doris, the Unspeakable secretary, for Malfoy’s shift schedule; intimidate the planning committee for the building’s blueprints; and befriend the custodial staff. Which meant that three and a half weeks later, having finally acquired the creme eggs for Doris, the plan was in motion. Now all it needed was Malfoy. And some luck.
Harry waited in the Atrium, pretending to read the Prophet, seemingly casual—when in fact he was in full action mode. He’s already tried everything; the direct approach was too head-on for Malfoy, and subtlety was never Harry’s strength. This was the answer, then—scheming as a middle ground. And it absolutely had to work.
In three minutes Malfoy would be here, and Harry was ready. Has been ready for so long, daydreaming about grey eyes, and the way Malfoy throws his head back and his hair goes—
Erm. Anyway. He was ready.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on not spiraling. It’s going to work, it’s going to work, it… bloody hell, there he was, all neat and Malfoy and perfect. Harry gulped four consecutive breaths. Now’s the time.
The Ministry’s lifts were at least a couple of centuries old, meaning they required constant charmwork to operate. The thing about charms is, they can be tweaked.
Which was how Harry ended up alone in the lift with Malfoy, who suspected nothing, busy with his paperwork—at least until they stopped. The cage rocked a bit, not enough to make them move, but enough to draw Malfoy’s eyes up.
“What…” he looked straight at Harry. “What happened?”
“Some kind of malfunction?” He gave his best doe-eyed blink, mentally going over all the complicated spells he cast to create this exact moment. “We should probably hang tight. Someone’ll sense the disturbance to the charms soon enough.”
“That, or we hurl into our deaths at ten metres per second,” Malfoy murmured. His swallow was loud, loud enough for Harry to notice in spiteof the way Malfoy’s throat bobbed.
“I, er, I wouldn’t worry. There’s loads of safety charms on these things.”
Malfoy didn’t seem cheered. “Charms which weren’t updated since the 1800’s.” His eyes jumped from one corner to the other, wild. Harry started feeling somewhat anxious. This wasn’t the plan.
“It’s okay, it’s not dangerous.”
“How would you know?” Malfoy spat. So close—but he seemed uneasy, and Harry hated it. He didn’t want this, he just wanted was a chance. But this was all wrong, the way Malfoy’s breathing stuttered—
“Hey. Look at me. We’re going to be fine, I promise.” When the only response he got was a whimper, Harry took a step closer. “Listen, I actually—”
“I don’t like tight spaces,” Malfoy whispered.
Shit, this was a disaster. Harry lurched forward to grab a shaky shoulder, and he didn’t even notice he was touching Malfoy, because the only thing in the world was to comfort him. “You’re all right. This was me, I’m so sorry. I made a horrible—”
How did he end up at the wall, with Malfoy pressing him back? Also, when did Malfoy’s distraught face grow into a smile?
“You think I don’t know that?” he drawled, and Harry was so confused he nearly cried.
“You—what—what?”
“Come on. You didn’t seriously think you can go around bribing Doriswithout me noticing. Scheming is a dangerous thing, Potter. What if I really was claustrophobic?”
“You…” Harry took a breath. Then fifteen more. “So you’re not, really?”
One of Malfoy’s hands was on the wall next to Harry’s head, but the second was touching his cheek, a soft stroke. “Lucky for you, no.”
“And you… you knew about this.”
“Of course I did.”
“And still came into the lift with me?” Malfoy’s cheeks turned pink.
“Apparently so.”
Harry wasn’t going to get this, not in a hundred years, he didn’t think. “But you never… you didn’t see all the—you haven’t showed—anything.”
“Well, maybe I decided to change tactics,” Malfoy purred. “Maybe I decided to spare you.”
“Spare me,” Harry repeated. He was probably dreaming, because Malfoy’s face came so close.
“Precisely. Spare you. If you asked nicely.”
Harry couldn’t breathe. “Please,” he blinked at the grey eyes, “please, plea—”
Malfoy seemed less intent on the begging, more on the kissing. Fine by him. Harry forgot about breathing, about anything else; just Malfoy, his mouth and his hands and his warmth. Harry was floating, on cloud nine, too happy to pay attention to gravity—
But the thing about maintenance charms is, they’re quite frequent. He barely even unbuttoned a thing when the lift was already moving. Harry leaned his head against Malfoy’s shoulder, laughing, ecstatic.
No matter what Malfoy says, Harry did it; the perfect scheme. Almost an unmitigated disaster—but they left the Ministry together, panting and smiling. Success, in his book.
It would have been better if his arm wasn’t a sizzling colony of ants—but moving Draco would not only be cruel, it would be outright stupid. Right now he was resting on Harry’s chest, and he’s never been so… how to say it without falling apart; Draco was sharp edges, pointy and barbed. He didn’t do soft, not like this. Barer than when he was naked and frantic with need, more unguarded than when he was asleep. Making these unbearable, small noises of content. So Harry would suffer pins and needles; it’d be worth it. Probably anything would be.
“What?” you splutter, staring at me with those big fucking green eyes, so full of hurt that I want to carve my own heart out. “Take a break and temporarily move out? What does that mean? We’re best friends,” you say, hurt and confusion a palpable thing between us.
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, stalling for time, “I just…” I trail off, at a loss. How can I tell you that being so near, and loving you the way I do is shattering me? How can I say that it gets harder everyday to keep it bottled up?
“Please, Draco,” you whisper, “whatever it is, just tell me. I’ll do anything.” You’re begging me and my fragile heart collapses like a wet paper bag. “Am I too loud? Do I talk about work too much? Or my friends? I could do a better job cleaning up-”
“I love you,” I blurt, because I can’t bear the thought of you thinking that I don’t want to know everything about you, that I don’t want to hear every word that passes from your lips.
“What?” you breathe.
“I love you,” I say again, it doesn’t matter now. I’ve already said it, and anyway, you must already know. “And I know,” I manage through the tears threatening to choke me, “I know that it’s fucking stupid, that-”
“Shut up,” you say and I barely have time to feel vaguely hurt about that before you’re pinning me against the wall of the entryway to our flat and kissing the words from my lips.
I can’t stop the helpless, desperate whimper that slides from my lips as my searching hands cling to your jumper.
“I fucking adore you,” you growl into my mouth before you pull back, your eyes wide and sincere and so, so green. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
I laugh, heady and giddy with wonder, “why didn’t you?”
You roll your eyes and I want to kiss you so badly my fingers clench in your jumper.
And then I remember that I can now. So I do.
You sigh into the kiss and I am floating, holding you tight, and at this point I’m pretty sure I never want to let you go.
“Merlin,” you whisper, breath warm against my lips. “Don’t ever leave,” you add.
And I’m sure that it will be no hardship to acquiesce.
Title: Let It Fall Rating: E Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley and Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Word Count: ~117k Content: Please refer to the full tags on Ao3 Trigger Warnings: Discussion of Miscarriage; Death of a Canonical Character; PTSD and Panic Attacks; Minor Drug Use and Shawn Mendes Summary: Draco doesn’t think he can ever love another person as fully and fiercely as he had with Astoria. Until a newly divorced Harry Potter comes to her funeral and changes everything.
Author Notes: Holy shit, I cannot believe this is happening and it’s here. But here we are. I started this about a year ago when this story hit me at random and took over for several months. I am so grateful for all the people who helped me along with this journey, and the Oscar acceptance speech list will be as follows:
@letteredlettered - For the first read through and hand holding when I was first in this fandom and needed a friend. @katemarley_Marley,@april-thelightfury115 - first run through alphas when I had no friends and was like wtf am I doing? InfiniKey - For the French translations and making Draco sound amazing. @lower-east-side - For the Latin, and for your love. @shealwaysreads - For the floral knowledge and general flailing <3 @thusspoketrish,@aibidil,@maesterchill - Trish, thank you for all your input, your listening, your love of my snippets. And thank you for the beautiful insights that you provided to me when my story had weak moments I didn’t even know needed help. Aibidil, thank you for being a fucking queen and showing up at the 11th hour and helping a girl out with a speedy AF beta. I am so eternally grateful for your love. And Maester, thank you for being a brilliant fucking britpicker, for combing over this thing with a fine tooth comb and for setting aside family, work, and any other personal obligations you had so that I could get this done before AO3 decided to delete my draft. Each of you ladies are such incredible human beings, and I am forever indebted to your kindness and support.
Most of all this wouldn’t be completed without my incredible partner and my angel baby Alex. So for everyone who has been a part of this with me, I appreciate you and I will never forget your love and encouragement.
Special thank youto@gracie137blogs for her beautiful poem that is on this moodboard. Without her graceful words I don’t know if this would’ve been as beautiful as it is now.
“I think that maybe if I talked to you I could see how you did it.”
“How I did what?”
Harry drew in a lungful of air and expelled it in a drawn out breath.“Figured out the difference between who you were supposed to be, and who you really are.”
Happy Friday! I hope you’ve got some fun weekend plans! I started my weekend off right with this lovely fic -
After the war, Harry’s living in Grimmauld Place and just joined Auror training. He’s doing fine—he’s ready to accept this as his routine, until he runs into Draco Malfoy, reformed and working in a Muggle diner, and he starts to see what he might be missing.
I loved that lots of this fic was set in a diner - I always love the homey atmosphere of diners in real life and was delighted to find that same atmosphere in fic as well. Additionally, I enjoyed watching as Harry and Draco get to re-learn each other, learn these new versions of each other and find how their lives fit together as they’ve both changed and grown.
This is a fic you won’t want to miss! After you finish the fun of the Happy Hour, go sober up with your favorite diner food (mine’s Waffle House grits) and let yourself enjoy this wonderful fic!
EVERYTHING BY PHOEBE IS A TREAT!!!!! GO READ IT ALL!!!! I LOVE PHOEBE SO MUCH
happy september everybody ☺️ im looking forward to cooler fall weather and in the meantime reading some lovely drarry (and non-drarry) fics! let me know if you love any of these fics, or have some recs of your own!!
Harry’s got no magic, one good ear, no great dating prospects, and a nice little wand workshop. Draco’s got too much magic, a history of biting off ears, no great dating prospects, and a growing fondness for wandmakers. And a very fetching tail.
why i rec this: this is exactly the kind of fluff i love, and with the absolutely unique details vuk always brings to the table! draco is such a compelling character, and harry is just doing his best and the way they fall into each other is lovely. since i personally can’t read a lot of the subjects vuk writes i am SO glad to have this lovely story full of her incredible talent to sink back into again and again and again :’)
Harry likes kids. That doesn’t mean he’s ready for a small boy to turn up on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place insisting that Harry is his father. That was weird enough, but the child identifying Draco Malfoy as his other parent was something Harry had no bloody idea how to handle.
Draco’s managed to keep his feelings for his Auror partner tamped down neatly in a box at the back of his mind for years now. He’s got everything under control, and he’s able to handle out-of-town missions and Harry’s overly-familiar brand of friendship with aplomb. That is, until a trip to the Lake District in pursuit of a wealthy smuggler and an ill-timed early wakeup call shatters the walls he’s so carefully built for himself.
Being back at Hogwarts is not what Harry expected, and neither is what’s going on between himself and Malfoy, but it feels good, and that? Well, that’s what Harry’s chasing this year.
The science spaceship Scorpius has an important weapon that can help the Federation win The War. Harry and his crew are tasked to protect this ship. But first, Harry wants to see the cargo.
Harry knows that none of Draco’s boyfriends are good enough for him, because Harry knows Draco deserves the best. Surely one day Draco will find the perfect person, but until then, Harry just does his best.
“I’ll pick you up from the Portkey office,” Harry says quietly, “when you come back.” Draco, still flushed pink, pointedly rolls away from Harry and off the bed. “It’s just three days, for work. It’s not a big deal.”
The one where Harry returns to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs after the war and despite his best efforts to hide his mental and emotional state, someone unexpected realizes what’s going on and sets out to help Harry.
Percy was the Parkinson accountant. He had no business babysitting Pansy on her birthday yacht. Pansy was turning twenty-one. She was a bloody adult, and she was going to prove it to everyone by fucking the Weasley nerd.
Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.Set in New York twelve years after the war.
Our story picks up five years post-war. Harry’s ready to come out and leave the public life behind; Draco’s looking for quiet reintegration into magical society in London.True angst! Emotional vulnerability! Romance of the star-crossed lover variety!If you’re looking for a plot-driven epic with all the smut and all the feels, here it is, folks.
When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there’s unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It’s obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco’s never been able to back down from a challenge… especially from Potter.
Draco would rather spend his Saturday night at Blaise’s house with his friends. Instead, they dragged him to a Muggle Café to listen to an open mic night. He expected that his night would be boring and forgettable, until someone very unforgettable took the stage.After that, Draco couldn’t seem to get enough.
Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.
Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.When Draco Malfoy is arrested for gross indecency, Harry’s comfortable life begins to unravel. He’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking everything for love in a world where following his heart is a criminal offence.
In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon. This is a story about falling in love online and about facing the reality of death, but above all, this is a story about hope, finding love and acceptance. (Non-magical / bookshop AU, written for the 25 days of Drarry 202
@tackytigerfic thank you so much for the tag & the rec @seragak i had the honor of creating a small illustration for the masterpiece that is “little compton street”. @writcraft is a genius
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That’s a wrap for the first part of the fanfic writer appreciation project! My eternal gratitude to the amazing @3lvendork for making this gorgeous banner❣️ (Please click on it for better quality!) Thank you so so much to the gifters for the ko-fis and for your participation ❤️ You all are incredibly lovely and it has been an absolute pleasure working with you. I had a lot of fun with these! See the individual posts linked below:
The second part of this project (the origami book one) will go up in mid-August, where we’ll be reccing and celebrating 10 more amazing authors! Details about the whole project can be found here. Feel free to message me if anything. Stay tuned for August
