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dewitty1 · 1 year

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Home Truths

fantalf, skeptique

Art by @fantalfart , written by @skeptiquewrites

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Pansy Parkinson, Percy Weasley, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Miles Bletchley, Gemma Farley, Gregory Goyle Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, implied racism, drug mention, Drunkenness, Drinking, Parental Estrangement, mentions of mental health issues, Exercise/Weight Lifting, Sports Nutrition, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Sentient Magical Houses (Harry Potter), Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Professional Quidditch, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Pansy Parkinson friendship, Draco Malfoy plays Piano, Draco Malfoy wears glasses, Tattoos, slytherin friendships, New Year's Eve, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, minor Percy Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, Minor Dean Thomas/Neville Longbottom, Past Harry Potter/Oliver Wood, Past Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini, Past Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, In Short A Lot of Exes, More lighthearted banter than the tags suggest, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021, Art, Digital Art, Illustrations, NSFW Art

Summary:

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix. On professional Quidditch, magical houses, hard choices, Life Debts, and inconvenient truths.

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"Hi," Draco said.

"Hi," Harry said back.

Draco turned his head as if they weren't right up near each other. If Harry weren't tipsy, he would resist the urge to press in further, to put his lips against Draco's temple. To enjoy Draco joining him in laughter. The hallway was dark and quiet enough that it felt private. Even the murmurs from diners in the main dining room were indistinct, muffled by some charm.

"Are you going to be angry with me?" Harry whispered.

Draco turned back towards him and whispered too. "Why would I be angry with you?" He looked puzzled even as he let one leg fall between Harry's like he was trying to get closer. Harry dragged one hand across Draco's hip and circled his thumb just under his shirt, a pretty material that shimmered when it moved even in the low light. The skin underneath it was hot.

"I'm going to kiss you. For good luck," Harry said, solemn as the countdown began in the other room. Draco nodded once. Harry brought one hand to Draco's chin and watched his eyes flutter shut and pulled Draco in closer. He almost backed out then. It would be easy if Draco gave him some quarter. Draco didn’t.

Three, two, one. After all that, it was simple enough, and Harry pressed his lips to Draco’s mouth. Draco swayed into him. The kiss was a little rough but still sweet. Harry thought he might like all wine more now he tasted it on Draco's tongue.

It wasn't about sex, and that was more disorienting than anything else. Harry went to step in closer, but Draco stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"That was only for good luck."

Draco was a terrible liar, once you had your eyes on him. He was too honest, as if he forgot that Harry could read the covetous glitter in his eyes versus Draco setting his shoulders back to remind himself of why this was a terrible idea. It was all there, the push-pull of desire and prudence warring with lowered inhibitions.

Draco was still standing close, breath hot on his lips, tempting. Harry stole one more kiss.

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zooophagous · 1 year

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WAR

Part of a series of apocalypse monster horses. Keep an eye out for Famine next. Prints of this are available, 12 prints, 30$ each, free USA shipping. PM me if interested. You'll have the opportunity to collect a whole set.

#art #monster horse #digital art #artists on tumblr #please dont tag this as n s f w or tumblr will ding it with a community label and then it will never see the light of day #which isn't a huge deal except i need to sell prints really really badly i spent my last red cent on kitty litter lol

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eru-sauce · 2 months

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ordinary things with you ♡ | LINK

Click link for full photo (& extra!)

#🍊.eru art #n/s/f/w link #iori utahime #utahime iori #gojohime #utahime #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gouta

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ken-dom · 9 months

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Lavender

Ken x gn!reader

Artwork by the wonderful @dranna

Request from @dranna: Hii , I saw your requests are open, so may I request a Ken and reader fluff ? Basically the idea is that Ken burst into the kitchen so excitedly, because he learned something new. Reader accidentally breaks a mug due to this and speak to him a little frustrated. He leaves the room and hours later reader finds him sobbing, thinking they will leave him, and he is not good enough.After this it’s basically fluff fluff fluff :’) I love this guy’s Kenergy

Author’s notes: Thank you for the gorgeous request darling! I had fun with this one, although I changed it a little as I didn’t have the heart to leave him crying for too long 😅 hope it's fluffy enough 🩷 (please note I temporarily closed requests after this was sent in, but my ask box is always open)

Warnings/content: 1.4k words, angst, fluff, crying, comfort, kissing, hinted praise kink, gn!reader

‘Do you have lavender?!’

‘Ken, what-’

As you turned to face him, Ken was already too close and barrelled into you, unable to stop in time.

The two mugs you were holding crashed to the floor, sending shards of porcelain skidding over the tiles and the contents splattering over your feet, staining your socks with thick chocolate, sticky cream and lumps of half melted marshmallow.

It almost happened in slow motion; both of you stood frozen to the spot in stunned silence and Ken wincing and holding his breath as he watched the porcelain shatter.

‘Oh… my favourite mug,’ you sighed quietly, more to yourself than to him.

But he heard disappointment in your tone, and released his breath with an almost garbled string of apologies.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, here, let me-’

He dropped to the floor, hastily trying to remove your wet, chocolate coated socks.

‘Ken, you don’t have to-’ you started, not wanting him to worry about it too much or hurt himself on a sharp piece of porcelain.

‘Ken, really-’ you tried again, to no avail.

You knew he struggled to navigate everyday situations like this, and that he meant well, but having him pull at your uncomfortably sticky clothes while your last helping of hot chocolate was spilled on the floor and your favourite mug was destroyed was really not helping.

‘Ken!’ you snapped, immediately regretting your tone. You took a slow, deep breath, continuing quietly. ‘Look, it would be easier if you just… got out of the way.’

He paused then, looking up at you with the saddest eyes you thought you’d ever seen. Your heart sank in your chest.

‘Oh, Ken… I didn’t mean-’

As you reached down to help him up, he shot up from the floor without taking your hand and fled the kitchen with an arm thrown over his face, the tassels of his shirt swaying dramatically as he ran.

Of course, he had no idea where to go without you, so he only ran upstairs — the furthest point from you that would keep you within reach. The furthest point from where he’d ruined everything.

You could hear his loud sobs echoing down the stairs as you collected the shards of porcelain from the floor, swept up, mopped, and finally bundled your sticky socks into the washing machine.

By the time you were done, his sobbing was quieter, more like whimpers now.

Chastising yourself for being too harsh, you made your way upstairs to find him face down on your bed, crying into your pillow.

You sat carefully on the mattress beside him and began lightly stroking his back.

‘Ken, baby?’

‘I-I know- I r-ruined- everything!’ he cried, muffled by the pillow.

Each sobbed word broke your heart a little more.

‘Come here.’

Ken slowly pushed himself up, ready for the inevitable. You’d already told him it would be easier if he was out of the way. Surely it was only a matter of time until you wanted rid of him completely, and then what would he do? Where would he go? A discarded, unwanted Ken doll left to fend for himself in the Real World where he couldn’t even get a job as a simple doctor with a clicky pen. Pathetic.

His wet eyes met yours with uncertainty, but they sparkled when you held your arms out to invite him closer. Perhaps there was hope after all.

‘You haven’t ruined a thing, Ken. Well, except for my favourite mug. But it’s replaceable, and I suppose I can forgive you. If I must,’ you joked, feeling him tremble against you.

‘You… you mean I’m not… bad? You… still want me around?’

You chuckled softly into his soft, mussed hair and squeezed him in your arms. You couldn’t see it, but your tight embrace caused a smile to flicker briefly over his lips.

‘Look at me.’

He pulled back, still in your arms, eyes wide and wet with tears that he wiped away with the sleeve of his cowboy shirt.

‘You’re good, Ken.’

He blinked his gaze away, blushing, and you made a mental note for a later date; Likes praise. Got it.

‘It was just an accident. These things happen here in the Real World – everything can’t be perfect all the time. Even you! And that’s ok. You’re doing so well here, and as much as I appreciate your support, just remember that I can handle it when little things go wrong. Alright?’

Ken nodded, his brow furrowing as he thought about what you’d said. Maybe he had been a little too eager. He just wanted to put things right but he had no idea how.

‘I’m sorry it was all so overwhelming. I didn’t mean to make you cry.’

‘Oh, no, it wasn’t you. I just… I try so hard to get everything right and most of the time I only make things worse.’ There was a hitch in his breath, as though saying it out loud was a relief and a realisation all at once.

‘You don’t need to get everything right. You make my day so much brighter! I never want to be without you, Ken.’

‘Really?’

You’d never seen such excitement in his eyes, even when he discovered that the ridiculous mink coat he loves so much had a horse pattern inlay.

‘Really.’

You spent what felt like an eternity just smiling at one another then, feeling your connection grow and strengthen. It’s probably the Kenergy, you thought, biting your lip to keep from laughing and spoiling the moment. Then you had another thought.

‘That was my last hot chocolate, but…’

You rummaged in your pocket until you found the little packet you’d stashed there on your way upstairs.

‘Open your mouth,’ you whispered, gently cupping his jaw in your palm and tracing your thumb over his bottom lip.

It was so wonderful how he leant into your touch and his mouth fell open so easily at your request, without question or hesitation. All he wanted was to please you and to feel your affection. It made your heart race.

‘Good Ken,’ you smiled, watching his cheeks flush again at your simple words.

With your free hand you popped a marshmallow between his lips and he laughed around it, smiling as he sucked the sweet and your thumb moved to wipe his tear stained cheeks.

‘I just don’t want to disappoint you,’ he breathed when he swallowed the last of his fluffy treat. ‘I’m trying.’

‘You never disappoint me, Ken. You surprise me every day.’

It felt natural when he leant into you, closing his eyes.

For the first time in his life, lips actually met his, soft and tingly and a little bit damp. He wasn’t sure what he expected it to feel like, but it was absolute bliss.

Warmth spread through his body, butterflies exploded in his stomach, and he melted for a moment, unable to move at how wonderful it all felt, until he was overcome with a burst of passion and his long manicured fingers wrapped around your arms and slid up into your hair. And he moaned. He actually moaned.

Wait until I show you how to use tongue, you thought with a smirk.

‘Wow,’ he uttered breathlessly as he dropped back, eyes fluttering open to smirk at you. It wasn’t smug though. It was proud and incredulous and filled with awe.

‘You liked that?’ you smiled.

‘Liked it? I loved it!’

‘Me too.’

Ken’s chest swelled with satisfaction.

You reached for his hand to interlock your fingers with his and he squeezed, gasping joyfully as he stared at where your hands connected, as though it might cause some sort of magic. You half expected sparkles to erupt midair.

‘Hey, Ken, can I ask you something?’

‘Anything,’ he said dreamily, completely lost in the moment.

‘Why did you ask me for lavender earlier?’

His face lit up. ‘It says in my book that horses can find lavender calming, and I wanted to see what it smells like for myself, because apparently humans find it calming too? And since horses have an almost three hundred and sixty degree field of vision and sleep standing up…’

You ended up laid with your head on Ken’s chest as he excitedly told you every piece of information he had memorised about his beloved horses. You listened to him talk until he wore himself out.

You pulled a blanket up over both of you as he yawned.

‘I was wrong, Ken,’ you mused.

‘About what?’ he mumbled sleepily.

‘You are actually perfect.’

‘Thank you,’ he whispered, ‘and you are sublime.’ He kissed the top of your head gently before he fell asleep.

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deelavis · 6 months

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“You s-said,” Near gasps, “that you— that you take g-good care of— of your things.” “Aw,” Mello coos, condescending as can be. “You wanna get taken care of, Near?”

-I Want To Hold You (Hostage) by @neallo / @blondiest

This fanfiction is absolutely stunning. I first fell in love with this ship back when I was in middle school (a long time ago I'm 28 lol) and recently fell back into it when a friend had a Death Note themed costume birthday party. I was so happy to find what a beautiful fandom still existed and all of the talented people making new content.

The first piece I read by Neallo was There's Nothing I Hate More Then What I Can't Have and I was instantly enthralled. I mean feet kicking under the covers, giggling like a school girl, to the point where my partner started asking me after every giggle, "What did Mello do now?" Their fanfiction truly makes me feel the same joy I felt when I first got into fandom. When I was reading I Want To Hold You (Hostage) I knew I had to make art of it. Their work not only nails the character's dynamic and voices, it is also so sexy and well paced. At this point I could write an embarrassingly long think piece/love letter on their body of work so I'll stop while I'm ahead. Please if you haven't read it, add it to your list.

Full (nsfw) art below the cut

I truly do not know if this is too much with tumblr's new guidelines on art so if I have to take down the full image you can find it at this dropbox link where I'll be posting the uncropped versions of all explicit fanart (frankly because I hate using twitter)

#my art #meronia #near #mello #mellonear #n/s/f/w #i want to hold you (hostage)#nate rivers #mihael keehl #death note brain rot

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