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Draco: We have a problem.
Hermione: No! YOU have a problem. I have an idiot for a husband who keeps causing them.
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“Hermione Granger isn’t here anymore…She’s still in the Forest of Dean. Screaming”
ff: Let The Dark In by senlinyu
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Please send help. I can’t stop doodling the Lionheart kids. @greenerteacups
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If you don’t want her, someone else will 🫥
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"Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the darkside
I wanna be your left-hand man"
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Art for a little something I’m still working on :) will update with a link when I post.
For now enjoy some art of the babies.
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Think I’m going to have to buy one of these shirts for myself if it gets me a Draco
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I drew them.
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So I found this around, can I ask for Draco/ Hermione or Kakashi/ Sakura?
♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:
- Gives nose/forehead kisses
- Gets jealous the most
- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
- Takes care of on sick days
- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day
- Gives unprompted massages
- Drives/rides shotgun
- Brings the other lunch at work
- Has the better parental relationship
- Tries to start role-playing in bed
- Embarrassingly drunk dancer
- Still cries watching Titanic
- Firmly believes in couples costumes
- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas
- Makes the other eat breakfast
- Remembers anniversaries
- Brings up having kids
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Thanks for choosing two of my all-time-even-when-I‘m-as-old-as-solar-systems-ships✨Let‘s see…
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- Gives nose/forehead kisses:
Nose? Definitely Hermione and it drives Draco mad, because it’s such a silly gesture and he doesn’t really understand it because WHY THE BLOODY NOSE of all places but secretly he loves it. Forehead? Draco. He almost overuses it. It’s a no-nonsense gesture, a “I’m a hopeless romantic deal with it” declaration, a “You’re safe with me” assurance and a “I adore you more than I have words for” love letter.
- gets jealous the most:
Draco although he doesn’t show it. But there are signs. Hermione can tell. The eyebrow twitch, the love bombing once they’re alone, the overcompensation with grand speeches and display of luxury but the most telling one of all: Draco is making an utter fool of himself—no matter how calm and collected he looks doing it.
- picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive:
Draco. He acts as if he’s annoyed by it but he’s satisfied that she calls him to pick her up, that she feels safe with him. Also: drunk Hermione is very funny and cute and entertaining and he teases her about it when she’s sober again.
- takes care of on sick days:
Draco. By the time Hermione listed her symptoms he has already owled for potions and healers and plans to buy enough groceries for at least a month just in case. Hermione doesn’t want him to make a big fuss about it but he basically declares it a national emergency and makes sure she really recovers. Meaning: she is not allowed to read or research while sick.
- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:
Hermione. Because what’s the point of going to the beach if you don’t go into the water but of course Draco argues, that it’s called “beach day” and not “swim” or “ocean day”.
- gives unprompted massages:
Hermione. It’s her way of easing things up between them. A physical way for her to express she is there with him, that she listens.
- drives/rides shotgun
Hermione. Jump in. We don’t have time for questions.
- brings the other lunch at work:
Draco. Proper nutrition isn’t one of Hermione‘s top priorities. She skips meals on a daily basis because she is too focused on her work. Also: it gives Draco an excuse to stop by and steal some smooches.
- has the better parental relationship:
Hermione.
- tries to start role-playing in bed:
Draco. He read in a muggle magazine, made the quiz that determined whether that’s something he could be interested in and tried it the first chance he got. Needless to say it ended in them almost dying of laughter.
- embarrassingly drunk dancer:
Hermione. And she forces Draco to join in.
- still cries watching Titanic:
Draco. Being the hopeless romantic in the relationship, it’s right down his aisle. Although he slightly sympathises with the rich and therefore get’s smacked by Hermione.
- firmly believes in couples costume:
Draco. It’s one of the few benefits of being a couple and he is fully committed to see it to its full potential.
- breaks the expensive gift rule dusting Christmas:
Draco.
- makes the other eat breakfast:
Draco. Hermione is not allowed to leave the house until she’s had breakfast. Just coffee doesn’t count.
- remembers anniversaries:
Both. Although Hermione remembers a lot of personal and small ones like the first time he smiled at her.
- brings up having kids:
Draco. Every chance he gets. There’s no point in postponing because they love each other, they are settled and he wants a minimum of two. A boy and a girl. Three if he’s lucky and Hermione plays along.
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- Gives nose/forehead kisses:
Kakashi. For appearing so aloof all the time he does use kisses and touches as his main love language and once Sakura got used to it, she realised how much she actually needed this kind of affection from a partner.
- gets jealous the most:
Sakura. Kakashi is a beautiful, respected man and Sakura was used to being treated indifferently and always being the second fiddle. Noticing other women glancing after him makes her want to explode.
- picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive:
Kakashi. Sakura is a clingy and honest drunk. So it’s quite amusing but for the most part he doesn’t trust anyone else with picking her up.
- takes care of on sick days:
Sakura. There is no debate. Kakashi isn’t allowed to leave the house and is fed chicken broth and at least 3 litres of tea. And he is not allowed to complain.
- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:
Sakura. Kakashi isn’t a fan of the cold water but can’t say no when Sakura wears that large sun hat and green swimming suit and has that huge smile on her face when she starts a splashing war.
- gives unprompted massages:
Kakashi. After a long day in the hospital or on a mission her shoulders and neck are so tense and although she never complains or asks, he can see that she is uncomfortable. He can’t stand it. Within a few minutes she falls asleep.
- drives/rides shotgun:
Sakura.
- brings the other lunch at work:
Kakashi. Although Sakura knows how important a nutritious meal is, she is too exhausted to meal prep. It gives Kakashi a sense of fulfilment knowing he can do this little thing for her.
- has the better parental relationship:
Sakura. But Kakashi was basically adopted into the family by day one.
- tries to start role-playing in bed:
Sakura. She convinces herself it must be something Kakashi likes because he has more experience and because of the Icha Icha books and she doesn’t want to be “bad in bed”. So she tries it and Kakashi humours her but makes it clear he is not into it, especially if Sakura doesn’t enjoy it.
- embarrassingly drunk dancer:
Sakura. Kakashi can’t decide if it’s cute or funny or oddly attractive but Sakura has moves he has never seen before.
- still cries watching Titanic:
Sakura.
- firmly believes in couples costume:
Kakashi. It surprises Sakura just how committed he is. She has to admit it’s actually quite fun.
- breaks the expensive gift rule dusting Christmas:
Sakura. Her gifts are a combination of expensive and thoughtful. She has a vision in mind.
- makes the other eat breakfast:
Sakura. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. End of story.
- remembers anniversaries:
Kakashi. He makes sure to remind Sakura what’s so special about each anniversary: the way she looked, how she smiled, something she said. Those moments are precious to him.
- brings up having kids:
Sakura. She never thought about it before but with Kakashi it just makes sense.
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Growing Sideways by @inadaze22 Chp 17:
~~”And then they stood in the middle of her office, the long chain of the Time Turner draped over both their necks. They were standing close enough to touch, her eyes searched his for what felt like an eternity
"Are you ready?" she asked in a tone only he could hear.
"Yes."”~~
Here. We. Goooooooo
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Manacled 💔
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This fic 💔😩
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Sneak peek of a cover edit I made for the fic I'm working on. Any guesses as to what the story would be? It's obviously Dramione that's almost all of what I write. XD
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Slytherin Hermione in potions with Draco
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The door creaks open. Light flickers, warmth spilling outwards in jagged amber bursts. It catches on his face and he winces. Rain pounds the soil to mud. Mingles with the oozing crimson that leaks worm-like from beneath his robes.
A gasp. Hands reaching. Darkness bleeds into the edges of his vision and his knees crumple. The ground rushes up and silence.
Soft.
Sweet.
Cinnamon and feathers. Draco’s eyes pull open slowly. He blinks the grogginess away. Or at least tries to. Exhaustion clings to him either way. There’s something wet on his cheek. It’s cooling, like ice.
Floorboards groan and a body shuffles closer, candlelight falling smoothly across all the crevices of her serious face.
Water trickles as she dips a cloth into a bowl beside the bed. It’s warm when it presses against his brow. She continues to work as he watches, her hands skilled, her eyes sharp and clever. Warm light glazes her in honey.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she says eventually. Voice tired. Throat still husky with sleep. “Not without going through the proper channels. Were suppose to keep this… professional.”
Spying for the order. Turning his back on his world. Fighting a secret war behind closed doors. Words as weapons and a clever witch with soft, soft hands twisting his mind all the seconds in between.
Draco considers lying. I was in the neighbourhood. I required a healer with a specific skillset. I have intel that needed to be shared.
He settles on the truth. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
Her hand freezes for half a beat. He watches her lashes flicker, a shadow passing through her. Her bottom lip vanishes between her teeth as she chews at that little bit of flesh thoughtfully. Nervously.
Oh for a taste.
She places the cloth in the bowl with a dull thunk, water splashing over the edges. Trembling now, she extends her hand, cupping his jaw. She smells like the rain. Feels like a whisper of the gold at heaven’s gate. Funny. He never knew a touch could be holy. If his body wasn’t broken he’d drop to his knees. Rip out his crumpled-up, torn scrap of a soul and toss it at her feet.
Have it. He’d point to the blackened, burnt thing. Have it all.
What price wouldn’t he pay? What crimes could make this self-imposed sentence unworthy? What lines wouldn’t he cross? To reach for the unreachable. To scratch out the past. To take. To have. To eat. To suck dry.
He’s not made for this. For loving. For being loved.
He’s all teeth. All claws. A hungry, greedy, ravager given to canabilising any ounce of good that perches merciful and tender at his window.
And this?
This is porcelain already crushed to dust. A mirror stomped into shards, all the sharp edges glittering like a star-studded night. It’s a coppery tang on his tongue, the sugary spice rendering him utterly beguiled.
His heart is a drought and she is a cloudburst, a downpour, a summer squall. Liquid sunshine soaking his soil giving him cause to grow.
Her thumb grazes his cheek, catching one of his tears. He doesn’t remember when they started to fall. Only that it hurts. Everything hurts. His life. The fact that his existence is so small he only has his enemy to turn to. The realisation that maybe she’s not that. Even if she should be.
Blood and mud still on the ground outside. Draco knows he belongs there. Not here. Not held.
But,
He can’t live the lie when the truth screams up his throat. Can’t fight the drag when the undertow is determined to have him. When he wants it. This. Her. Oh her.
He drinks his whiskey neat because he likes the burn. She’s too sweet. Tooth rot and sunrise eyes. Daughter of daylight. He’s drunk on it. Drowning in it. Thrown on a pyre. Ash sparkling over the bonfire. Consumed.
Maybe she’s an eater too.
The mattress dips as her knee slides onto the bed. His heartbeat kicks against his aching ribs. Teeth gritted, a bit of pain-inducing shuffling and then she’s curled around him. A cocoon of paradise he’ll never deserve.
He takes it anyway.
Inspired by a prompt I can’t remember where I saw. Character Draco) shows up on their enemy’s (Hermione’s) doorstep saying ‘I didn’t have anywhere else to go.’
Also inspired by the song ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier
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Malfoy’s Rune Scars.
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Spring
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“The small hours of the morning found Draco in his study. He sent a missive to Lady Saira, enquiring – while feeling slightly like a lunatic – about any rumours she might have heard pertaining to Pandora’s box.
This task accomplished, he brought some semblance of order to his desk and floated a bottle of Macpherson’s Rare Oak towards himself, along with a tumbler.
Then he leaned upon the chimneypiece in shirtsleeves and braces, Firewhisky in hand, and stared into the dancing flames.
The shock of the day’s events was catching up to him, now that the opimum was no longer in his system to dull it.
Granger was safe. It had been close, but she was safe.
He felt none of the feelings that typically followed close calls with Principals. Sometimes it was cockiness for having boldly pulled someone out of an impossible situation. Sometimes, if the close call had been preventable, it was a guilty stirring to do better next time. Mostly, it was simply relief.
None of that, tonight. Images repeated themselves in his mind and all he felt was nausea. Her slumped form against the wall. Moore grabbing at her. Her face, squeezed by Larsen's massive hand. Her helpless dangle from Larsen’s arm, when he pulled her to the door.
No relief. Only this – this kind of heartsickness.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 29: Night Encounter/Granger is Sensible, by @isthisselfcare
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DMATMOOBIL art 27/?
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