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soft hands and glowing eyes (T)
Draco/Harry
Morning After, Temporary Amnesia, One incredibly hungry cat
This is, really, very silly. I was initially going to have the narrator be an incredibly judgemental, omniscient, nature documentarian. But, the cat's perspective just came naturally. Enjoy this ridiculousness while I get my writing gears going again.
Oh god, you look horrible. Your lips are all cracked and sticking to your teeth, there’s all that crust around your eyes, and, Jesus, the hair. I shouldn’t even be in here. This is sad.
I can’t believe you’re just now waking up at… two-thirty in the afternoon. That’s fine, Harry. I’ll just starve. It’s not like you’ve placed my food container in the back of the highest cupboard, so I am forced to wait as you hobble out of your room every morning. I wish I could have thanked your guest properly last night, but I was so sleepy and didn’t realize he’d left your bedroom door open until after he’d left.
He wasn’t one of your usuals. He was prettier, and pet my head before he went. The other ones never do that. Plus, he gave me the chance to do this–
Thwack.
“Mmmph.”
Wake up. You have things you need to take care of! Me, specifically. Please. Do I have to do it again?
Thwack.
“Fuck, Fluffy.”
Good, you’re alive. I was beginning to worry.
“You’re not going to starve.”
I am, though. I really am going to starve if you don’t get up. Can’t you see how hollow and sunken I am? I must have lost ten pounds last night, and you don’t even care. At least your guest had the good manners to call me pretty and pet me. I should go find him, let him take care of me–
“Oh, but you’re so–”
Okay, fine. You do have quite the knack for petting. I would never tell you this, in case your head gets even bigger. I already have to watch you struggle to pull your undershirts on over that melon.
“How did you get in here last night?”
You ask me so many questions, yet refuse to learn my language. Even if you could understand me, I would never incriminate your guest. I want him to come over again. He smelled like pumpkins. His hands were smooth.
“Wait–”
Looking around your room suspiciously should not be at the top of your priority list right now, boy! Me. I am the priority list. Oh, of course. Now you decide to organize. Actually, you’re making everything worse. I don’t know how you live like this, truly. I may not have to know, since I will no longer be living if you keep getting distracted–
“Yes, Fluffy, I hear you. Just–”
Is my food on top of your desk? On the bookshelf? Under the bed? I don’t think so. Kitchen. The kitchen is where we need to go. Onwards.
“Fuck, who the hell–”
It doesn’t look like you're holding my food container. It looks like you’re holding a shirt. I wish I could hold things. Then I could open that damned cupboard. The entire reason I keep you around is your ability to open that cupboard, and you’re still not doing it. I thought relationships were supposed to be 50-50? You fill my bowl. I grace you with my presence. It’s so simple, and yet you’re holding that shirt and staring at it. What has it been? Two hours? It feels like it.
“Hermione,” you mumble. You always do that right before you go to the telephone. I don’t like the look of this– oh, and there you go. To the telephone, not the cupboard. Cool. Fine.
“Just a minute, Fluffy.”
Just a minute. Then it’ll be another minute, and then another, and soon enough I’ll be belly-up in front of my fossilized food bowl. I hope you’re kind enough to hold a proper funeral for me when I’m gone–
“‘Mione, did you see me leave the reception last night?”
The wedding. God, you wouldn’t stop moaning about it, and I couldn’t even interject. It’s a shame I never got to meet Ginny. Anyone who can make you this miserable must be a hoot.
“Who was I with?”
Do you really not remember your guest? He was quite memorable to me, with his soft hands and pumpkin smell and shiny hair. His eyes glowed. How could you not remember the man with the glowing eyes?
“Oh, you’re joking.”
I’ve learned, after three years of listening in on your phone calls, that when you say “you’re joking,” usually, the person you’re talking to is not joking.
“No. No, no, no. There’s no way– No. Malfoy?”
Malfoy. Is this the man with the glowing eyes? Tell me, Harry, before my premature death, is this the man with the glowing eyes?
“Shit. Fuck. I never– God, and I have to pick up my broom at his shop…”
You’ve placed your hand over your eyes. Never a good sign.
“This is a disaster. Do you think he remembers?”
He probably remembers me. Unlike you-
“Should I just– I don’t know. I don’t know!”
Stop throwing your hands up in the air like that. You almost knocked over the fern. That was going to be my after-dinner activity, and it’s not as fun if you’ve already done it yourself.
“I’m gonna go over– Yeah, no. I’m gonna go over there right now.”
The hell you are. You look like shit, your breath smells worse than mine, and my food bowl is still empty. If we want your guest to come back, we have a lot of work to do before you leave this house.
“Terrified, but It’ll be fine… Yeah, I’ll let you know. Bye. Love you.”
Finally. After three long years– wait, why are you going back in your room? Wait! Wait! I’m coming, wait–
Oh, you arsehole. I’m going to reach my paw so far under this door– I’m gonna– You’re not even ready for the day I figure out how to use a doorknob. You think I’m annoying now? If I just– I’m so close. I’m gonna do it. Watch me. It’ll twist-
Fine, damnit. I’ll shift my schedule around and knock over the fern now. Ugh, but then you’ll have to pick it up. Okay, option two. I’ll lay down in front of my bowl and plot my revenge for later. Yes, I’ll do that. What are you even doing in there?
I could jump up and grab that curtain again. I know you hate that screaming lady. I actually don’t mind her. She always tells me how cute I am in between insulting you–
Oh, welcome back to my domain. You… you actually look quite nice. How’d you get presentable so fast? I like what you’ve done with your hair. You should’ve worn the blue shirt, but black works, I guess. You look fine. At least if I starve, I won’t have to stare at your hideous morning form while I do it.
“I’m sorry, Fluffy. I know you’re hungry.”
Yes! I am! I do not forgive you.
Open the cupboard, open the cupboard, open the–
Beautiful day. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, you’ve brushed your teeth, and you’re finally opening the cupboard. Maybe you’re not so bad. Yes. Open the container. Yes, yes, yes!
Victory, at last. Crunch. I can feel my– crunch– strength returning already. God– crunch, crunch, crunch.
Alright boy, now that our business is done, go speak to our guest. Bring him over for dinner. I’d like to see his glowing eyes again.
“Bye, Fluffy. Wish me luck.”
Good luck, Harry. Good luck.
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The man with the glowing eyes is here again. He’s in the kitchen. If he reaches behind the kettle, he’ll find that package of treats I’ve been trying to figure out how to open. Maybe he’ll do it for me. Oh! He’s reaching… and he’s reaching… and he’s found them! Oh, that beautiful man. You called him Draco.
Draco with the glowing eyes and the soft hands. I like him.
He’s given me three treats! You always give me a measly one. How is that meant to be a treat? Such a tease. Now he’s walking back to your room, and if I can slip around his legs just so–
“Could you close the door?”
You are such a dickhead, you know that?
“Why?”
Draco asks the important questions. Finally, someone who understands me.
“Fluffy will get in.”
“Is that a problem?”
“She’s a menace. You’ll see.”
Oh shit. He’s picking me up. Yes, behind the ears. Perfect. Harry, he’s perfect.
“She’s so adorable, though. Look at her little face. Awe, you’re not a menace, are you?”
I refuse to answer that question.
“She is.”
“Come on. Can’t she sleep in here? Just one night?”
You’re rolling your eyes. This is no way to respond to the requests of our guest.
“Fine. Fluffy, you’d better be good. No scratching Draco in the morning.”
I would never scratch this fine specimen of a man. How dare you even imply–
“She’ll be good.”
Finally, someone who can speak for me in this house. Yes, set me on the bed, Draco. Your couch is too flat. Did you know that, Harry? Now, I must situate. Oh, this is perfect. If I just set myself on top of both of your legs. Yes, that’s nice.
This is nice.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” you say, but you’re not talking to me.
“I’m glad, too. I may have to come over more often. Who will defend Fluffy if I’m not here?”
“She defends herself.”
“Let me have my excuses, Potter.”
“Fine. Come over and defend Fluffy whenever you like.”
Yes, Draco. Do that.
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I absolutely adore your writing!!! The way you write Drarry is so comforting and delicious. Would it be possible for you to do either 67 (Character in peril) or 27 (Sick/Injured fic) with 61 (Love Confession)?
67: character in peril + 61: love confession
send me a trope mash-up!
They were going to die.
Harry knew it as surely as he knew his own name. They were locked in a small space, surrounded on all sides: the Mediwizards were a few minutes away yet, and even if they got here they wouldn't be able to make it through the blockade outside. It was a possibility every Auror knew they'd have to face and a possibility Harry'd been facing since he was eleven. They took down the largest cross-breed smuggling ring in all of Europe. He and Malfoy would probably have their names permanently engraved in the DMLE. It was an all-around success, other than the dying thing, so it was—it was fine.
Malfoy's eyes were wide. He was pressed up against Harry, his wand trembling just barely in his hand. Harry could practically hear his jackrabbiting pulse—could see the thin pale shape of his pinched face. "This is it, then," he said. His voice was pitched barely above a whisper.
"Not a bad way to go out." Harry tried for a grin and didn't quite make it there. "Finally got the glory you were always talking about, yeah?"
Malfoy laughed: a choked, humourless thing. "They're going to put a picture of us up in the halls."
"Next to the Dumbledore portrait."
"Ugh," said Malfoy. "Bit ironic, isn't it?"
"You've earned your keep, I think," said Harry absentmindedly. Terribly, unwisely, his attention was focused not on their impending doom—not on the footsteps making their way to the cupboard they'd gotten trapped in, not the bloody death that'd surely follow—but on the small unhappy curve of Malfoy's mouth, the way his hair fell into his eyes.
This is it, he thought, and then he thought: fuck it.
"You can push me away," he said roughly by way of warning, and then he pulled Malfoy into a desperate, hungry kiss. For a moment, Malfoy was entirely still—and then he sprung back, burying his hands in Harry's hair, biting his lip and groaning when Harry made a small noise in response.
"I've," he said around a pant, dropping kisses to Harry's upper lip, his chin, the line of his throat, then, "I'm—I love you. Thought you should know before we—"
"I thought," Harry said breathlessly. "I thought—I never knew—" Distantly, he heard the footsteps quickening, getting closer, and the last thing he'd feel would be Malfoy's mouth hot on his jaw, Malfoy's words plucking at his heart, and maybe this really wasn't a bad way to go out—
"Hm," said Hermione as the door burst open, her mouth doing that thing it did whenever she wanted to smile but was trying very hard to look stern. "Glad to see you two are so focused on the job."
Draco straightened, flushed pink, and staggered to his feet. His robes were rumpled and his tie was askew. Harry was torn between pulling him back down and finding a hole to crawl into and die. "If you hadn't noticed," he said, coolly, "we did the job already. It's finished."
Hermione's lips were still pursed, but when Harry gazed beseechingly at her and asked, "Can we go home and do all the paperwork tomorrow?", she openly laughed and waved them off with a congratulations.
"So," said Harry after a few minutes spent shuffling off the scene in silence. "About that thing you said earlier—"
"Urgh." Malfoy wrenched his face away. "We can just forget about it, please."
"But—" Harry paused, gripped Malfoy's wrist just to have something to hold onto. "But I don't want to."
Malfoy stared at him for three seconds. He was perfectly motionless, his expression as blank as a still pond. He said: "You didn't say it back, over there. So—"
"I thought the kiss was enough of a signal," Harry said drily. Something rippled over Malfoy's face, but it was gone before Harry could read it, and he rolled his eyes. "Obviously I love you too, you idiot; why else would I do that?"
"Us mere mortals don't dare ask why you do anything, Potter," said Malfoy superciliously, but he was smiling, and Harry smiled back.
#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#hp#writing#mine#ask#thought of another shortfic i could write using the other prompt you listed so look out for that :P#thank you for the ask anon (and the lovely compliment! so honoured)!!
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Shifting Sands
For @drarrymicrofic 's prompt: Different
CW: Implied sunburn, some mild cursing
"I mean honestly, Potter, the desert? Who goes to the middle of the desert for their vacation? Crazy people, that's who." Draco gestured wildly with his arms. "I can't believe I ever agreed to this."
He took another uneven step forwards, feeling the sand shift and squish beneath his shoes. The air was hot and dry, and every breath brought dust into his lungs. Draco was sure his skin was starting to blister and peel away, as the midday sun beamed down on them. As he freed his other foot, the sand proceeded to swallow his shoe, rushing in and covering his socks with coarse, itchy granules.
"Merlin's bollocks! I hate this. I want to go home."
"Would you quite whining for half a second, we're nearly there."
Draco attempted to balance on one leg, so he could remove his shoe and dump the sand out, but he only ended up on his arse. "I'm not whining. I'm merely pointing out how stupid of an idea this is."
"It's not stupid. It's just... Different. And anyway, I thought you wanted to see the Sand Dunes."
"I did. Until I realized they were made entirely of sand!"
Harry turned to look at him. "What'd you expect it to be made of?"
"Well, I thought there'd be some... Some maintenance, maybe a nice walking path. You know, maybe some benches and drinking fountains. There is nothing here!"
Harry had the audacity to roll his eyes at him. "Come on, Draco."
"And by the way, my skin is starting to blister off, in case you were wondering." He sniffed, wanting to drive the point home.
"I told you to put on sunscreen, but you refused."
"Yes, well, it's muggle. And anyway, I'm already pale enough, I don't need to look like a ghost."
Harry heaved a sigh. "It dissolves."
"It does not. It's still on your nose."
While scrubbing at his nose, Harry glared back at him. "It does dissolve, you git."
He did his best to scramble after Harry, fighting against the ever-shifting sea of sand. When he finally reached his side, he was able to look out over the glistening dunes. The sun glinted off of the bright, white sand, giving it a distinct shimmering quality. It sort of reminded him of how diamonds sparkled in the light.
Amongst the never-ending white, were specks of red and black. Dark stones that stuck out against the landscape, refusing to be buried by the blistering winds and sweeping sands. There was a flash of movement, as a red and blue lizard skittered across the sand, only to vanish a moment later behind a curved piece of wood. It was rather beautiful.
"See. I told you it'd be worth it." Harry said, smugly.
"It's alright."
#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#fan fic#microfic#drarry microfic#hpdm#drarry squad#drarry!#harry x draco#draco x harry#harry potter fanfic#drarry fanfic#banter#shortfic#traveling drarry#drarry fic#fic#fanfic#short story#prompt: Different#desert#sand#I don't like sand It's course and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere
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HP Rec Fest, Day 8
Today’s prompt for @hprecfest was also a bit of a challenge on the Drarry side. I guess canon rewrites are the most popular type of “canon divergence”, as in Hogwarts fics retelling the books with the boys being sorted into different Houses or becoming friends early on. I don’t read those often so I thought why not go for a Voldemort Wins AU instead? I’m very much intrigued by this trope and would love to read more of it. I was tempted to scream once again about Frayach’s brilliant The Good Guys but I’ve already recced it in the past so here are two hidden gems that could use more love!
Day 8) A canon-divergence fic:
Drarry
We Are Legend by @vaysh11 (E, 38k)
Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side. He recognises Draco Malfoy whom he thought long dead. But the differences between them are perhaps even greater than before.
I found this gem thanks to @romaine2424 who insisted I should take a look and she was so so right because this fic is unlike anything I’ve read before. I’m beyond impressed by the vivid, grim dystopian world building combining moments of tension and loneliness. Draco’s character and fate are devastating but despite all the grief and heartbreak this fic is still tender and moving, so full of yearning and hope. This is one of those stories that catch you off guard as you go on but feels fresh and creative every time you revisit, something about pre-2010 works just hits differently!
Rare pair
Pigment by @wynnefic (Harry/Sirius, T, 5.7k)
Sirius makes a promise to Harry during the war. Three years later, he keeps his word.
As soon as I saw the prompt I knew I’d go for this fic. Whether in a romantic or platonic relationship, Harry & Sirius hit a particularly bittersweet spot for me because I so wanted them to have had more time with each other. I love to bury myself in canon divergence but while most of them are angsty and tense or just downright smutty, this shortfic became one of my fave comfort reads. Their dynamic is soft and healing, full of tender intimacy and sweet domestic bliss. Like the Drarry fic I mentioned above, this has a very sensitive combination of grief and hope and patient longing that makes their reunion so emotionally satisfying.
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Love language
- A Drarry microfic for the prompt Love language (which i can't find anymore so idk where it came from)
- Wordcount: 380
- This is kind of a continuation from my shortfic London Boy
-In my story Draco and Harry live in the muggle world and reconnect through a chatroom.
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❕FormerLondonBoyNowFerretBoy is on-line✅
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Newcomputer: Hey
Ferretboy: Hey??? What’s on with u?
Newcomputer: How you know smth is going on?
Ferretboy: You HEY me
Newcomputer: Can’t I send you a hey?
Ferretboy: No, it’s weird
Newcomputer: Ok, whatever
Ferretboy: Aren’t you going to tell me what’s going on?
Newcomputer: I can’t hey u, but I can tell you my deepest secrets.
Ferretboy: Yes, you’re finally getting it
Ferretboy: Now tell me what’s going on-
Newcomputer: Fine…
Newcomputer: I had a nightmare and now I can’t sleep
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No answer, Harry knew Draco’s signal wasn’t great and sometimes his roommate would take on the phone in ridiculous long calls with her girlfriend. He knew Draco would probably answer back tomorrow, nothing would suddenly happen. Yet, after a nightmare it was hard to come back to his senses and be reasonable.
A phone ring finally pulled Harry out of his thoughts. “Hi? Who is it?”.
“The only fool who would get up in the middle of the bloody night to go looking for a phone box because he knows how awful it can get after a nightmare, it’s obviously me…”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t. Are you ok?”
“Yeah thanks,” Harry felt a little more at ease, he sat on the floor and put the phone on his lap.
“My mother used to sing when I had trouble sleeping. She had a lovely voice but I would be damned if I sang you any of those shit old pure-blood songs… Instead, I offer you a song from the faraway land of Crawley:
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always
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Draco’s soft voice was not-mystery for Harry, on sleepless nights tangled in lemon-coloured sheets it was all he could hear. Yet, right now it felt like the very first time and the soft melody lured him to dream.
“I’ll always love you,” Harry whispered almost imperceptible, just almost.
Draco kept singing until no sound came from the other side of the line. With no coins left, he rang off and walked back home.
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Ferretboy: I love you too
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Harry read those words on his computer the next morning, and finally he didn’t feel alone. Such simple words made all the difference.
#drarry#harry x draco#drarry fanfic#drarry microfic#draco malfoy#harry potter#draco fanfiction#hp fanfic#mozzarella writes#draco in the muggle world
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10 in 10 for ‘20-Short Fic Rec List
A Pain of Our Choosing (E, 5.9k) - @lqtraintracks
This is a wildly compelling Eighth Year fic, and I think one of the things I found most fascinating was the way lqt captured a real sense of violence between them, without making it brutal or gratuitous. Instead, it’s part of the essential conflict of the narrative, and a delicious study in character growth and catharsis. Harry is fucked up in the most intriguing way, while still maintaining his essential Harry-ish good humour and swagger and spark. And Draco is so tenderly written, while still flawed. It’s about them learning how to feel better, in the most delicious ways. I loved this one.
Breathe You In (M, 2.1k) - @shealwaysreads
This is such a perfect slice-of-life fic. Every detail is so lovingly wrought, yet depicted with such gentleness and lightness of touch, that it feels like it seeps into your consciousness and envelops you. I love how subtle and restrained the writing is - such confidence! Such a sense of purpose! It’s world-building at its finest, and all within the confines of Harry’s bath. Fall into this immersive little piece of heaven, and fall in love with it.
Litany (M, 7.1k) - @thistle-verse
It’s a pandemic fic, but not as we know it. This is the most glorious look at lockdown, with all the building unease and claustrophobia of confinement. It captures that curious, unsettling mood of panic mingled with relentless tedium, and the device of the list-making is so clever and impactful that I want to just lie down and roll around in all the feelings it makes me feel. It’s also, ultimately, an uplifting and lovely and very moving fic - the character development and playfulness of the format, plus the smooth, brisk pacing, whisk us through unscathed to the joyful, hopeful ending. Very much looking forward to author reveals!
Lucid (E, 4.7k) - @dracoladon
Every so often a writer comes along that makes me wish I was able to eat and drink every word they write, just swallow it down and pat my stomach in satisfaction, and dracoladon is one of them. Such exuberance of pace, such unexpected and delightful characterisation, such a joyous and affirming plot. This is deliciously hot, perfectly pitched in terms of its tone, and Harry’s narrative voice is one of the most charming things you’ll read this year. An absolute treasure of a fic.
Matching Pair (T, 3.8k) - @the-starryknight
One of my favourite things about Starry’s writing is how vivid and rich her world-building is, and this is a perfect example of her proficiency in creating a whole mood out of a little pocket of space. We spend all 3.8k words of this fic in front of a talking portrait in the Tate Magique, but Starry takes us from Cornwall to Boston and through two lifetimes of parallel loves, all from our spot in the gallery. Magique indeed! This is a poignant, tender story about regret and forgiveness, and we get to see older, softer Drarry learning how to balance the ease of their interest in each other with the weight of their pasts. A treasure.
A Midsummer Affair (E, 5.2k) - @lazywonderlvnd
The mood of this fic is so potent, so fervid, that it feels like you’re in it as you read. I love the languid prose of the flashbacks, the sharp, shocking contrast of the non-linear narrative, the epically good dialogue. I was sucked straight into this fic, and read it in one breathless, choked-up rush. It’s so moving! So sweetly sad! Such a hopeful and confident ending! Read this then go and read everything else lazywonderland has written and you can thank me later.
oxygen (T, 4k) - @maesterchill
This is one of those fics I wish with all my heart I could have written. It feels like every word, every line, every bit of world-building and characterisation and dialogue, is so PERFECTLY chosen. I actually read it with my hand to my chest like a caricature of a swooning Victorian maiden, and ended with tears in my eyes. Maester says of it, “it’s heavy on smoking and light on plot” because that’s what she’s like, but let me tell you, it’s immense in terms of its emotional impact. I could read 100k of this Draco (his weariness, his fortitude, his intense self-criticism) and this Harry (who I am in love with, crooked smile, trembling hands, kind heart and all), but equally this vignette is so perfectly satisfying in terms of how much it reveals, that it really is all we need. And there’s stunning art too. Top-class, a perfect short, and it has my heart forever.
push and pull you down (E, 5.2k) - @bonesliketambourines
This is the fic for you if you want to read something that effortlessly blends real pathos with a sort of blatant, unabashed, filthy heat. I think I actually made a little noise when we were introduced to louche, fucked out, fucked up Draco in his underpants. He's just endlessly compelling and distracting in this, and bonesliketambourines captures that so well (and makes us see exactly how Harry would feel the same), but does it in a really restrained, subtle way. I particularly loved the ending too. There’s a delicious ambiguity around what's a good idea and what's not - the concept of this being the best worst idea they've ever had, sort of thing? And there’s no compromise on the mood of the piece - Lis carries it through to the end and we’re left breathless.
There is a place ( Chapter 22, T, 1.1k) - @cibeewastaken
Look, if you can think of anything more perfect for cibee’s trademark blend of wry humour and devastating pathos than a found family fic about Slytherins and Gryffindors sharing Grimmauld and having a special room for them all to cry in, then you are incorrect because this is in fact the perfect cibee fic. It’s funny and tragic and hopeful and moving all at once, and in one thousand words cibee creates a warhammer blow directly to the heart. Give me Draco and Hermione wrongly filling out crossword puzzles or give me death! This left me with a lump in my throat and a sense of peace.
To the Rhythm of the Waves (G, 2.7k) - @tsauergrass
There’s something so magical about tsauergrass’ writing, and really any of their fics could have appeared on this list, but I couldn’t possibly not feature this tender domestic piece about the quest for a home. The mood is dreamlike, like we’re hearing a snatch of distant music or feeling a breeze spring up out of nowhere - that sense of something charming and uncanny. Tsauergrass writes tenderness so beautifully, and this whole fic feels like we’re getting a glimpse into something hopeful and special and private. A blissful cottagecore romance.
Bonus fics!
fermata (M, 6.5k) - @yoyointhegarden
This is technically cheating as this fic is from 2019 but it simply has to be included. We know that pianist!Draco is a fandom staple at this stage, but I’ve never come across a depiction quite like this one. It’s a quietly devastating fic (though it happens to be about making noise), and deals with trauma and grief and coping mechanisms in the most lyrical yet unflinching way. A true beauty of a fic.
Our Little Life (M, 7.2k) - @tackytigerfic
This is also cheating but it’s my list and I want in! I wrote this little time travel/ alternate timelines/ epic love across the ages story for one of my dearest fandom friends, and it took me a while to work out where to go with it. In the end, I decided on... everywhere. Harry keeps dreaming of versions of him and Draco through history, in thousands of different scenarios and thousands of different lives (don’t worry, I only write about five of them). It’s sort of a non-linear, meandering little story, but I tried to pack in a proper big love story into a small space. My favourite sort of short to write - indulgent in plot, pared back in style, and vivid in mood.
This is Part II of my short fic recs - read Part I here!
#drarry rec list#drarry fic rec#drarry fanfic#drarry squad#drarry#shortfics#all hail the short fic#short fic love#i love short shorts
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What do you love about short stories?
Hi lovely anon,
Sorry if it’s taken me a wee while to get to your question, it’s been a busy time over here but I LOVE this question and wanted to give you a proper answer.
What do I love about short stories?
As a reader, opening tumblr, the @drarrymicrofic blog or ao3 looking for short fics, is like opening a box of Celebrations or Quality Street or whatever your preferred chocolate selection is: I’ve got tons of different flavours of fic to pick from. This means I can just have the one as a sweet treat (maybe before bed, maybe on the go, maybe while I'm taking a break from work), or I can sit on the sofa with a cup of tea and demolish the whole box, trying a ton of different flavours in one sitting.
To stick to the metaphor, this doesn’t mean I don’t like a good slice of chocolate cake. I love longfic. However, longfic requires the emotional bandwidth to get attached to a story for a little longer, the time to read it and appreciate all the nuances, all the details I’ll have to remember further on into the story.
This doesn’t mean longfics are better (or worse) than shortfics — shortfics are often incredibly well-written pieces (there is a very specific skill to packing a lot of plot and/or feelings into a short piece, but we’ll get to that when I get to the writing part of this question) and some have stayed with me for just as long as some longfics.
I’m often left thinking “how did this writer make me feel all these things in such a short word count?” I think, especially in the Drarry fandom, longfic is (used to be?) the norm — which is great! We are so lucky to be part of a fandom that has numerous fests happening all at the same time and such a great variety of works being written, topics being explored through a Drarry POV and wordcounts. There really is something for everyone. Not everyone likes short fics, and that’s absolutely fine, there are long fics being posted every single day. But short fics (yes, even the 50 word microfics and 100 word drabbles) are complete stories in their own right.
When I don’t have the emotional disposition and the time to dive into a longer fic, short stories are there for me. I don’t have to feel FOMO, I am still participating in fandom actively by reading, commenting, chatting about fic and supporting other writers and I can do it with the little time and availability that I have.
As a writer, short stories are harder to write, in a way. Writing short fic and specifically microfics has really helped me explore tropes and topics I wouldn’t have the time and availability to write as a longfic and I believe it has made me a much better writer. Practising with short form has given me the opportunity to play with different POVs, different narrative voices, different genres that I definitely wouldn’t otherwise feel comfortable writing.
There is an expectation of a longer fic, which requires much more work and time. You have to plan your timeline, there’s the worry of consistency, of engaging the reader for a much longer period of time, of balancing out tension, suspense, revelation and a whole neverending amount of feelings. Shorter fic sometimes lets me get an idea out of my head so that it stops bugging me. I often have ideas that could, of course, fit into a bigger fic — but why should they? If all I want to write is a short scene to let go of some happiness or some lust or some grief, why should I have to turn that into a bigger story? Often when I already have at least four or five longer fics I’m working on when I have the time, on top of that?
Short fics give me the freedom to do my writing organically, to write what I want when I want to, post it and let it go, and move on to other projects, while challenging me to become a better writer and to play around with form.
TL;DR: I’m here for fic of all lengths. Sometimes I want a nibble, sometimes I want a full meal, sometimes I want a tapas dinner where I get to taste lots of different things in one go, or sometimes I want a long, drawn-out multi course dinner with different accompanying wines.
Thank you for this lovely question, anon! It really made me think about my fic writing and reading experience, especially at a time I’m not feeling particularly present/connected in fandom because real life is really demanding. I hope you have a lovely day, and I’m sorry I wrote you a whole bloody essay.
#please excuse my typos#i wrote this in one go and don't have time to go back#i hope it makes sense lol#a little ode to short fic#on fandom#on fanfiction#m babbles#asks
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F, G, and I? 🤷🏻♀️
hello, and thank you very much for asking!!
F. canon fics or au?
ooh, everyone's curious about this one today! I've answered it here, and made a little AUs rec list here, so I suppose it's time for a canon-ish rec list. making this has made me realize that I tend towards EWE fics most. this list isn't only fully canon compliant fic, I'm including a few that take canon strongholds and expand them in really fantastic ways (but there are so, so many!):
Inevitable (From The Very Start) by onbeinganangel (55k, E) - canon compliant
Turn by saras_girl (307k, E) - canon compliant
The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake (147k, E) - EWE
so lie to me tonight. by m0stlyvoid (5k, T) - Harry/Ginny breakup
Home Truths by skeptique (67k, E) - Quidditch
Nor All That Glisters by sweet_s0rr0w (110k, E) - Felix felicis
Two Starts, One Finish by lqtraintracks (5k, E) - Enemies to Lovers
Criminal by the-sinking-ship (83k, E) - Auror Harry
G. longfics or shortfics?
I also answered this one a bit here! SO here are the longest fics I've read:
longest fic - Baghdad Waltz by Dreadnought (680k+, E) - the only Stucky fic I've ever read, on @gryffindorhearts' recommendation
longest hp fic - All the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 (Wolfstar, 526k)
longest drarry fic - The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by iero0 and ladderofyears (288k, E)
and for the shortest, well, I can only recommend drarrymicrofic, especially xanthippe, skeptique, onbeinganangel, ladderofyears, gryffindorhearts, shealwaysreads and many, many others for some tight 50-word micros!
I. porn with plot or porn without plot?
In all seriousness, though, I'm more likely to write porn with plot (though I'd love to try some porn without plot, just for fun) and I read both!
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Hey @sorry-i-ship-drarry
I love all your drabbles / shortfics. They give one of my serotonin shots of my day😭❤️😍
Can you please do prompt no.12 - pushing a strand of hair behind the ear?
You can clearly see I'm a simp for these gestures. And can't wait to read it from your writing. 😍❤️
Lots of love,
And do not forget to take care of yourself amidst all these writing😊😊
Hey @thebusyfangirl I'm incredibly Thankful to you. I notice you reblogging my writings and my posts a lot and I very much appreciate it . Now as for the Prompt request , I have already done it before- draco's clever boyfriend .
Here's the masterlist to all the prompts I've already written.
However I would take a request of redoing the same prompt in a different way, if you want to. I'd very much enjoy redoing it.
Take care.
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G, L, S? xx
thank you for the ask!! i saw that you also rb it and i wanted to send asks also but i couldn’t find your ask box?
G. longfics or shortfics?
drarry converted me into longfics...before I didn’t have the patience for them at all
L. favourite fic of yours?
I'm paranoid that I'm reading the question wrong?? this is asking about my fav fic written by me right?? my brain is on its union mandated break rn
it has to be Telling the Bee or Garden War, just because these are the two fics that I had nothing but joy and fun while writing.
S. link your favourite author.
there are so many in drarry alone, but I have to say Galla Placidia takes the number one place. I simp for her writing enough on this blog and on discord and in private so I shan't repeat all of them here again
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party 4 u
this is my favorite charli xcx song, and Harry has always played the leading role in my fantasies while listening to it. pls enjoy this fic. i've included multiple mentions of the duo frou frou as a treat for the girlies (anyone who loves frou frou as much as i do).
“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. The knob is digging into his spine, but he’s too loaded to move, let alone notice. He’s shed his pirate costume on various surfaces over the course of the night, his ruffled shirt the only sign left that he was anything at all in the first place.
Nobody replies, because Hermione– dressed as a fairy– is passed out at the kitchen island, hunched over on one of the barstools with her head cradled in her arms. She has a tendency to overestimate her ability to tell when enough is enough, but always ends up having more fun than any of them.
He never should have had this party, is still not sure what he was expecting to get from all this. Most of the people he invited came in their half-arsed costumes, ate ludicrous amounts of sweets, and got drunker than they’d planned to. Surely, his Halloween party should have been a success, right?
Yet, that was never the goal at all. There was one objective for the night, and it’s nearing three in the morning, still uncompleted.
Yes, Harry Gatsby’d it.
Eventually, Hermione is carried out over Ron’s shoulder amid hoarse goodbyes and ‘have a good night’s. Harry and Luna collect the cups, and the sink smells of pineapple and rum, of Draco’s breath after every pub night. They take down the streamers while Imogen Heap sings ‘I have to be somewhere/now where did I put it,” and Harry is reminded of the infinite times he was held sonically hostage to Draco’s Details CD on long drives.
He feels nauseous, and can’t decide if it’s because of the lack of Draco’s presence, or the way he’d overindulged with every passing hour. He decides it’s because of Draco, because everything is. Draco is the reason he painted his bedroom walls blue, and threw this party in the first place.
Their little friends with benefits situation ended three years ago, and Draco’s moved on. Multiple times. But none of them stick, and with every breakup that spark of hope grows in Harry’s chest. That Draco will come back and finish what they started.
Eventually, Luna leaves too, and Harry’s left with a house devoid of all the things he’d placed in it to lure Draco in like a blonde fish to a Frou Frou CD on a hook. Nearing four, Harry leaves it on, lets the music remind him of better times when he wasn’t drunk, when he wasn’t slowly becoming one with the sofa, when Draco being in his house wasn’t something he had to carefully orchestrate.
It’s begun to rain outside, and he’s drifting off to the pitter-patter when the doorbell rings. The sound is like someone dumping a bucket of ice water on his head, and once again the hope that maybe it could be him overcomes the alcohol, just as it did every time a new guest arrived to the party.
It’s funny, how you can have hope for something and fully believe it to be impossible at the same time. The feeling sits in Harry’s mind after being drilled into him all night. Is it him? No. Is it him? No. Is it–
“You have to stop inviting me to things.”
Draco is wet, soaked– which is ridiculous, since he was always so silly about keeping out of the rain, the precise temperature of his warming charms. He’s in his robe, the same grey one with hairspray crust on the shoulders that Harry liked to scratch at. Underneath the fabric there are freckles from Draco’s bad experience with a tanning booth that he hasn’t bothered to magic away. Harry likes to think it’s because he knew how fond he was of them. He knows that body and the stories behind it. He knows Draco so well it’s sickening.
“What?”
“Just– stop, alright? I can’t keep coming up with excuses the next day.”
He looks like a petulant child– fists at his sides, the crease in his brow, the sheer stubbornness that coats every word.
“I’m sorry?” Harry doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be sorry for, and is still reeling from his learned experience being proven wrong so abruptly.
“I don’t understand why you feel the need to remind me. You- you invite me to your house. You give me… I get a taste of what it’s like to be around you again and then I leave, and I just can’t any more! I can’t come to your parties, your pub nights, your fucking luncheons. You’re cruel, Harry. This is all so…”
Harry reaches out a hand, rests it on Draco’s shoulder, “I’m so confused right now.”
“You’re swaying,” Draco notices.
“I am very drunk.”
“Harry, you don’t have to keep trying to include me in things. I know… I can’t be your friend.”
“Why?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”
Draco averts his eyes, and seems to realize he’s wet, before pushing his way into Harry’s foyer and drying himself off with his wand. Harry wishes he wouldn’t, because the sight of him truly affected by the rain is something to behold, something he now realizes he’s been deprived of for so long.
“You know why,” he continues, “You know why, and yet you keep inviting me to things because my friends are your friends and vice versa, but I don’t need to be included in everything, not when you know how much it hurts me.”
“Draco, what the fuck are you on about?”
“What am I supposed to do? Just act normal? I’ve been in love with you for three fucking years, and everybody knows it, and I know you know it, and I’m sick of being embarrassed–”
“Draco,” Harry stops him, a hand pressed to his firm chest. The gesture isn’t needed, but Harry wants to touch him so bad, feel the linen of Draco’s shirt under his fingertips now that he knows that Draco wants it, “You’re stupid.”
If he wasn’t drunk, he would have been much more eloquent, but this is the best he’s got, and as long as Draco stops talking long enough to listen, maybe he can make it through this conversation.
“I only threw this party for you.”
Draco takes two steps back, knocks his hip against a fern, then takes a step forward.
“You threw…” Draco looks around the room, now devoid of all its decorations, and Harry hopes he can imagine them in his mind. Imagine a room full of people they love, drinking something he likes, eating his favourite candy, listening to his favourite music, and understand that Harry has always been trying to show, unsure if he was allowed to tell, “What are you saying?”
“I Gatsby’d it,” Harry replies, because Luna said that’s what he was doing, and the phrase has been stuck in his head all night.
“You Gatsby’d it,” Draco deadpans.
“I threw an entire party and filled it with things I know you like, just because I wanted you to show up,” Harry admits, “I had rum rollovers and Frou Frou and I dressed up as a pirate because I know you love men in frilly shirts, because I wanted you to walk in and notice.”
It’s definitely odd saying it out loud, but Draco just showed up at his doorstep and professed his love for him, so Harry feels free to say his truth.
“And I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I’m seven hours late.”
“Very fashionable.”
“Sorry about that,” Draco scratches that spot behind his ear, where he’s always thought about getting a tattoo. Harry remembers how it tastes, “So…”
“I love you too, by the way,” Harry blurts, “You said you were in love with me and I called you stupid and–”
Draco reaches for him, and Harry is both expecting it and caught off guard when they kiss– quick and painless and just as sweet as he remembers.
“You threw a party for me,” Draco murmurs.
“Everything I do is for you,” Harry replies, and Draco kisses him again, and again, until he finally manages to pull away from his lips, “I mean, not brushing my teeth or whatever. Like, the pub nights and the dinner parties. Those were all for you.”
“For me.”
“For you.”
“Why didn’t you just–” Draco starts, and Harry knows why he didn’t just, but he’s still too muddled to explain all that.
“I have a lot of problems,” he says instead.
Draco laughs, and Harry’s so glad that it’s finally because of him again, and not some brunette at the pub, “Yes, you do.”
They move on to the sofa, trading explanations through the night as Harry’s buzz finally wears off, and Draco admits that he got pretty smashed in his kitchen, unable to bear the idea of refusing the invite. The sun peaks through the curtains in the early hours of the morning, and they begin to doze, twisted around one another. They haven’t spoken for a while, simply rested in the warmth of long-awaited understanding.
But, as Harry finally lets sleep overcome him, he hears a snort and one final whisper.
“You Gatsby’d it…”
if you liked this, feel free to give it some love over on ao3!
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G, K, U🧁
Thank u lovely!
G. longfics or shortfics?
hm. pretty much either. some of my favourite fics (keep it down by warmfoothills, kill, fuck, marry by @lettersbyelise, what’s my age again by @lazywonderlvnd) are under 20k, and they are !!!! completely brilliant !!! i find shorter fics less intimidating and easier to read for sure, so even tho i absolutely love a good slow burn and have several favs over 300k, im gna go w shortfics
K. angst or happy?
:////////// i can suffer through angst as long as i know there’s a happy ending coming :////
U. when did you start writing fanfic?
i wrote my first drarry fic abt a month ago
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Ferret (Part 1/3)
CW: Bullying, transfiguration, injury, slight mention of blood, animal abuse? (Kind of?)
read it on ao3 | read part 2
The spell struck him from behind; he hadn’t seen or heard anyone, but he could feel the radiating heat that spread through his body and into his limbs. His bones seemed to liquefy, and he started to fall, disappearing into his own robes.
When the world finally stopped spinning, he looked around, trying to find who had attacked him but his vision was blocked by the black fabric that surrounded him. He fought and scratched his way out of it, panicking as the swaths of cloth refused to release him. His claws caught in the loose strands, and he wrenched backwards, tearing them away painfully.
Suddenly, something slammed down on top of him, pinning his scrawny body to the floor. Squirming, he tried to free himself, but the grip only tightened and dragged him out into the open. The light was blinding, and he squeezed his eyes shut, kicking and biting at whatever had captured him. There was a loud and startling hiss of pain, and then he was plummeting back towards the floor, flailing wildly to try and right himself. He crashed into the hard cement, going rigid, as sharp pain flared through his legs and chest. He forced his eyes to open and squinted up at the person towering over him. His mind was still racing to try and comprehend where he was and what was happening. The one who had dropped him reached for him again with a scratched and bloody hand, his lips curled back in what looked like a snarl.
He ran, feeling his unnaturally elongated body carrying him forwards. There was a deafening shout from behind him and the noise bounced and reverberated off the walls, settling in his skull with a low buzz. Someone stomped on the floor in front of him, nearly crushing his tiny paws, sending him rearing backwards. There was another whooping holler, and he shrunk in on himself, realizing he was trapped.
“Look at the ferret now!” Someone sneered from the gathering circle.
The group drew in closer, all leering at him. He frantically tried to recognize any of their faces, but the rapid thudding of his heart was drowning out his own thoughts. Another foot slammed into the ground beside him and his bones started to shudder with the force of the impact. He skittered away and then stopped, as he realized he was only running closer to another pair of sleek, black shoes.
The gathering laughed, as he was chased around in a tight and desperate circle, trying to avoid the crushing shoes and grasping hands. A heavy book crashed into the ground beside him, toppling over into his side. He scrambled away, his ears ringing, as they continued to taunt and scream at him.
He reached the other end of the circle and immediately felt a crackling, sharp pain explode through his side, as a shoe slammed into him. He went flying and smashed into the ground with a whimper, his body trembling.
The circle seemed to widen momentarily, as they turned their attention to the person who had kicked him, leaving him just enough space to escape. He hobbled to his feet and sprinted through a small gap in their legs, ignoring the crushing agony that every stride caused. More shouts sounded from behind him and the ground shook, as they took off after him. A bright, sizzling light connected with the floor behind him with a loud pop, leaving the stone scorched and blackened. He found a small crack in the wall and dove into the darkness, crawling deeper and deeper into the hole. Dirt stuck to his pale white fur, but he kept going, feeling the rock closing in around him. Eventually, their voices faded away into the distance, and he collapsed to the floor, curling up into a trembling ball.
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Patient, Hungry, Waiting by @shealwaysreads / onereader
Harry/Draco (Explicit, 4k)
Unspeakable Draco Malfoy has learned the value of patience, the scintillation of delayed gratification, the thrill of waiting out his prey. Tonight, he's going to show Potter that good things come to those who wait.
God bless authors who write smut for each other, friendship goals! I’m already weak for Auror x Unspeakable dynamics and I could never resist some tasty exhibitionism, not when it comes with delicious uniform kink and top notching rimming 🤯 this was Bella’s gift for @tackytigerfic but it might as well have been crafted to serve my voracious tastes. Draco’s voice is so lush I was shaking in anticipation. My favorite thing about this fic is that he’s the ultimate Slytherin here, cunning, single-minded and 100% devoted to his want. And to Harry’s pleasure, of course. Luckily, they’re about the same thing here. Oh, have I mentioned Harry’s thigh holster yet? :)))
Read on AO3
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G, L, and/or M for you please, pal.
Oh thanks babe xxx
G. longfics or shortfics?
To read: shorter fics tend to be tighter in plot and prose, more pared down. Less waffling. I appreciate that. I tend to avoid fics over 50k tbh unless I know they’ve got something unique to offer in terms of content/plot/characterisation. Just unusual enough to arouse my curiosity and draw me in.
To write: shorter again, because I cut ruthlessly in edits and I spend way too much time editing. I really should stop doing that lol.
L. favourite fic of yours?
Gosh. So hard to choose. Ask me tomorrow and it’ll be something else, but rn the fic that’s very close to my heart, the one that’s very much me is my WIP, 9 ½ Days.
M. least favourite fic of yours?
My least favourite drarry fic is one I’ve hidden. I’d seen a post on tumblr about a list of tropes to mash up, so I rolled dice, got two numbers and wrote a ficlet. I did this a few times; that’s how A Perfectly Normal Reaction and my Witcher fic came about.
Anyway, in this case, the result was a jewel thief! Draco and undercover Auror!Harry ‘verse, which I loved as an idea. Problem was, I left the ficlet very open-ended, at a point where the story basically began. I’ve come to see that one of my main problems with my drabbles is this: they end up reading as the start of something bigger, when all I wanted was to faff around with a fun ‘verse for 500 words.
I started writing a continuation, where Draco is in France to escape the Aurors, he thinks Harry has forgotten him, he’s trying to go straight, but then he’s at a party and decides to steal some jewels. I changed the title to Je Ne Regrette Rien and was toying with the next chapter, but it looked like a story that would grow long. Finishing my WIP has been one of my priorities plus I have some other projects, so I didn’t want to start something that might require months of writing. I set it aside for now, and hid the ficlet that was on tumblr.
So, this ficlet: nothing bad in terms of prose or anything, but instead of having a resolution or being a self-contained scene, it left the story hanging and was therefore unsatisfying. Off it went into AO3 oblivion lol
Also, some of my old stuff--eek! To be honest, there are parts of my old fics where I can see the writer I was going to be and I’m generally fond of them, but a few titles make me cringe so bad LOL
Thanks for the ask!
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by Sandra_Longbottom
(Traducción de “Tudo Ocorre por uma Razão”) Draco y Harry tienen sus vidas al revés y sus hijos organizan un plan para que vuelvan a ser lo que eran antes. ¿Todo sale según lo planeado? ¿O algo más será revelado?
Words: 1361, Chapters: 1/3, Language: Español
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Additional Tags: Drarry, Scorbus, Yaoi, Romance, Lily es maravillosa, Ni siempre los planes salen según lo planeado, shortfic
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