When I Say I’m From Ukraine, People Assume I Live Somewhere Else Now. When I Say I Live In Ukraine,

she’s right

mumbo jumbo brainrot... again

I dont know hes just so silly

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 ~

No warnings apply

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’m sure someone somewhere has made this joke already, but this has been in my head for ages begging to be drawn, so.

(yes, NHS is the one asking.)

even though nobody gaf here are my potter-malfoy family headcanons… partially inspired by scorpius in the fic ‘a big black sky’ bc he’s literally the babyest baby to ever baby

reblogs would be sooo cool maybe.. aha ha..

Eydi!! Hi! Glad to see you back! :]

For the requests — Scar, if you feel like it! Anything really, maybe desert duo chilling or just his skin you like the most

some desert duo chillin from the recent hermitcraft eps!

Welcome to the second instalment of G to E, a series where I share themed drarry fic recs. Each list has four entries, to cover the four main content ratings used on AO3.

Today’s list theme is epistolary!

💌 Matters of the heart by nerakrose (G, 5k)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Married drarry! Draco and Harry’s lives feel so lived-in in this fic; there’s career busyness and yearning for closeness and above all else, affection. Deeply romantic, I particularly love that their letters also reference the letters of historical couples (magic & muggle, both), positioning letter writing as a longstanding queer tradition!

💌 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Dear Mr Potter, The answer is, and will remain, a no. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

I deeply relate to this author Harry, who’s trying to avoid working on his new novel. Arguing with Draco, of course, is the ideal distraction! This fic is delightful, and the epistolary format hints at the state of the wider magical world in a super clever way; through scribbles on napkins, fruitless job applications, and fun with anagrams.

💌 AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish (M, 4k)

Alrakis • I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "it’s even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA? prongymcprongface • i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.

What would happen if Draco and Harry got internet access? They’d alienate everyone on Reddit apart from each other, of course! This is such a funny, brighten-your-day fic, told entirely through Reddit posts and text messages. It shows that Harry and Draco are weird about each other in the same way, and always have been. No one matches your freak like a nemesis!

💌 Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Wolf’s epic non-magical AU has so much to offer (queer community in the 1980s! The trials of new adulthood! Background wolfstar!) and the epistolary element is no exception. The letters in this fic are used really skilfully to explore identity and expectations, and Draco and Harry’s personalities are perfectly reflected in the way that they write. The slow build of intimacy and trust is gorgeous!

Doomed yaoi forever

Ps: im new here I have no idea how this app works

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