Kk1smet - Kismet

Freely Given by innerlilith, @kk1smet (18k, E)

Tags: swim lessons, swimmer draco malfoy, curse breaker harry potter, life debt, mild D/s vibes, praise kink, fic with art

When he complains at the end that the back of his neck is cramping, Malfoy says it’s because he’s lifting his whole head straight up out of the water to breathe, like an idiot. Apparently, he should keep half his face submerged, possibly including half his open mouth as well, for efficiency’s sake. You’ll get used to it, he says. And of course, he’s got a drill for that. Facedown, Harry holds the wall and kicks. Muscles taut and thrumming, bubbles running out of his mouth, Malfoy’s fingers gentle at the back of his skull. When his warbled voice filters through the water: breathe, Harry dutifully turns his face to the side, heaves a great open-mouthed gasp like a fish, then plunges back into the cool, muffled cocoon, awaiting permission to surface on the other side. If he lifts his head instead of turning, Malfoy’s hand is right there, giving no quarter. When Malfoy’s touch recedes, Harry is spitting out chlorine, heart pounding and dizzy with shortness of breath. In the shower, lathering up the shampoo and rubbing it over his head, he can feel the ghost of Malfoy’s fingers there, the gentle pressure. Breathe. Malfoy’s hand, pressing on his skull. Malfoy’s voice, telling him just what to do. Breathe. Harry puts his head under the spray. He wraps a hand around his cock. When he emerges, Malfoy is already gone.

(rec by @mallstars)

an incredible collab with brilliant dynamics and gorgeous art!

In this cheeky timezone reblog I want to say:

1) Harry’s going to give Draco so many heart attacks here. Please look forward to it! (I am, impatiently)

2) I’m also on x (where I only post wips 99% of the time lmao but if you wanna hang out in there!) – K

Potter? Potter! Bloody fuc—

WIP Snip!

Tagged by @kamaela and @edieblakewrites who shared scrumptious snips and I ask you to scream at me when you publish them thank you very much. Kamaela, I think it’s only fair to share something in the same line to your wip, no? 😌

Okay I wanted to tag various mutuals this time so I used a random number generator, picked its corresponding alphabet and the first name to appear from that. I'd love to see/read your wips (but no pressure!) @dewitty1 @kyuini @notti-bianche @xanthippe74 @faiell + ofc @soliblomst ♡

Drawing a scene from Draco and Harry's wedding. Tried doing a more realistic style, working on my digital painting skills. Took so long, but I'm pretty proud of this!

Posted a new chapter on my Drarry artwork collection! | View full update here.

Every month (or every other month, really), I draw some drarry microcreations based on discord prompts here. This month's theme is epistolary, where you’ll find some prissy Draco, a three-day stubbled Harry, and an owl named Wuzz.

New drarry fanart/schedule of updates in my archive will vary because yours truly rolls like a tumbleweed

The Bravest Man Harry Knew was Seanmus fucking Finnegan actually, who spent the time everyone else was summer vacationing from the wizarding war by going home from being a Half-Blood at Hogwarts to being a fucking Irish Catholic during the Troubles and still found time to bring his black boyfriend home to meet his Da

holy grail

The Silent Auror by @vaysh11 (1.5k, Gen.)

Tags: Disability, Blindness

Harry had sensed it then, when the man was only sitting a few yards away, something that Harry's magic brought back to him as it ventured out to collect clues that Harry's eyes could not longer perceive. The man was afraid. Not of Harry, but of what would become of Harry. This Auror wanted ... no, he needed Harry to return to his offices, stand before the Wizengamot and continue to plead his lost causes. It was in the glances he cast at Harry, lingering long and with an intensity that Harry's magic sensed from nobody else. It was not unfamiliar, this undivided scrutiny. Sometimes it felt as if all through Hogwarts, Harry had been watched like this.

(Rec by @kk1smet)

Thoughts/musings under the cut:

This is that fic that draws you in Harry and Draco’s present circumstances, but will haunt you with the weight of history between them. I love the stark contrast of the fic title from the emotions it made me feel, how this Harry started seeing the world with his other senses and yet him being highly attuned to Draco remains ever-present, and this Draco—his unspoken concern and hurt echo so loudly in the backdrop and I ache.

If you’re seeking something short and tender with a beautiful + poignant writing, go for it. There’s also a gorgeous artwork that inspired this story (linked in the fic). See you on the next rec!

teeny tiny tiny drarry in this popular meme

the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.

this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing. 

readers. like. reblog. leave a comment.

food for thought this friday: international quidditch star/captain/seeker hjp ;)