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fizzychocolatemilk · 3 years

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We’re Attached at the Hip (Don’t Leave Your Post Now) (A Bakudeku Tropetember Drabble)

I discovered Tropetember, so I’m going to do some of the prompts while working on the next chapter of the Sun Prince. This is day five’s prompt: Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial), and the AO3 link is here.

Deku had been avoiding him. Ever since Katsuki had apologized last year, he and Deku had been closer than they were when they were brats. But apparently that didn’t count for shit because now Deku was bouncing around pretending that his beloved Kacchan didn’t fucking exist.

Katsuki wasn’t going to stand for that shit. He hasn’t stuck by the broccoli-haired bastard for over half of his life, atoning and apologizing for his actions in middle school and early high school, being a good friend and partner for Deku, and, more recently, subtly trying to woo the nerd, just for the asshole nerd to drop him like he’s nothing. Which is why Katsuki was standing in front of Deku’s door at twenty minutes to midnight and sacrificing his own carefully cultivated sleep schedule.

Yes, the time for subtlety was over. Most of the class was still downstairs asleep from their class movie night, but Deku had snuck upstairs soon after his friends fell asleep, so Katsuki was safe to harshly bang on the door and yell to his heart’s content. “DEKU! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO ALL MIGHT I’LL FUCKING BLAST IT OFF!”

Katsuki heard an audible squeak from the other side of the door, before it was being pulled off of it’s hinges by a panicked Deku. “Kacchan! What are you—” Deku started to speak, but Katsuki was done beating around the bush.

“Stop with the dumb-as-fuck pleasantries, stupid Deku! You’ve been avoiding me!”

Deku had the audacity to shake his head no, “I haven’t been avoiding you, Kacchan! I’ve just been busy with homework, getting ready for our new internships, and Ochako-chan and Tenya-kun both asked for some help and advice for their quirk training! It’s just been a busy week!”

Katsuki snorted, “Deku. It’s been almost three weeks since we’ve even been in the same room together for anything other than class. So are you going to give me more excuses or actually tell me the truth. You can’t just attach yourself to my hip for months then leave like it’s nothing!” Katsuki looked away there before continuing, “I miss you, dumbass nerd.”

Katsuki’s head snapped back up as he heard Deku sniffle, “Stupid Kacchan! Why do you have to be so cute! I wouldn’t have to avoid you if I didn’t love you so much!”

Two pairs of eyes widened in surprise at the confession, four cheeks heated up with red blushes, and red met green as Izuku tried to stutter out some sort of explanation.

“I-I-I I’m sorry, Kacchan! I’ve been avoiding you because everytime we’re together I feel so much more for you than I need to! My gross feelings just get in the way of me being your friend again! So don’t hate me, please!”

Deku only has a few seconds before he’s pinned to the door with a hug from Katsuki. “Dumbass Deku, your feelings aren’t gross or a burden. I love you too,” Katsuki whispers in his ear before squeezing him tighter, then moving back so he’s holding Deku by the shoulders. “I am the one who will be by your side forever, dumbass, whether you like it or not. Don’t go trying to abandon your post again.”

Deku collapsed into sobs on Katsuki’s shoulder, “KACCHAN! You’re stuck with me too! I’m in your care!”

Katsuki smiled into green curls before placing a soft kiss there, “You always were.”

That night, and every night after, the boys fell asleep in each other’s arms. Snuggled warm and content with their partner and love.

#fizzy's fics #tropetember #bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #accidental confession

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curlyy-hair-dont-care · 3 years

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♣️♦️Wizards Hearts Rec List!❤️♠️

Here’s another rec list for the lovely fics I read as part of @gameofdrarry Wizards Hearts 🌟

These are some recs from the ♠️ Spades Suit ♠️ Hope you enjoy!

There is so much talent in the fandom...in spades! (😅) I’m always in awe.💞💐🌸🌟

*Please always check the tags

You’ve got (owl) mail

Author: SouthDrarry

Rating: General

Word Count: 16.4k

Trope: Rivals

Summary: Unbeknownst to them, Harry and Draco are anonymous penpals as well as rival store owners, giving them many reasons to hate each other, some reasons to like each other and at least one reason to love each other.

Rec Notes: The summary says it all!!! This is so delicious! They’re business rivals but anonymous pen pals as well...you can imagine the hijinks. Their real life rivalry and online friendship is so well depicted. Oh and if you like reading about the wizarding worlds equivalents of modern technology, this fic is for you.

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Author: dracoroxy

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 4926

Trope: Amortentia

Summary: Harry’s life has finally settled down enough to be comfortable, but there’s only one problem: he’s the victim of a truly astonishing amount of love spells.

Rec Notes: This is such a fun and light hearted fic! It has top notch banter between Draco and Harry. Ron’s reactions are hilarious. And the ending is super cute.

knickers in a twist

Author: technicolourbeat

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 86.4k

Trope: Hogwarts 8th year

Summary: Draco loses a bet to Pansy and Blaise which leaves him wearing a skirt for a whole week. Harry discovers something about himself.

Rec Notes: This one is a sexy, naughty, fun fic. Some super hot scenes between Darco and Harry. Harry’s internal dialogue is so entertaining. They also have a separate common room and purple colors for the 8th years, which is something I always enjoy. The fic has so many enjoyable moments, it made me swing between wanting to shake these silly boys up and cooing at them!

Potential Gravity

Author: zeitgeistic

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 32k

Trope: Auror Partners

Summary: Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around. The one with Beirut and video games.

Rec Notes: Harry is on a journey to get his partner...Auror and life! 💛 💛 💛 There’s also a case fic element in here which adds to the thrill. The OC’s are really well fleshed out. The angst in this fic is exquisite and the ending is so soft. 💛 It’s one of those fics I still think about.

December Never Felt So Wrong

Author: Theartfulldodger

Rating: General

Word Count: 1380

Trope: Tooth rotting fluff

Summary: A Christmas Eve filled with overindulgence, a sleeping toddler, creatively altered expressions and slow dancing in the kitchen.

Rec Notes: This is death by christmassy fluffiness and what a way to go that is! 😂 If I had to quote my fav bits I'd probably quote the whole story back! 💗🎄💗 So lovely, warm and wholesome.

Misunderstandings are as easy as A-B-C

Author: VeelaWings @veelawings

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 3418

Trope: Kid fic

Summary: A slow blink and Potter seemed to catch himself, clearing his throat and nodding, his smile friendly and bright when directed at Scorpius and Draco. “Hey Mal—” “Mr Potter,” Draco spoke up rudely, but necessary. “This is my son, Scorpius Black. He’ll be one of your students this year.” Potter looked completely wrongfooted for a few seconds before his mind appeared to latch onto the most likely conclusion. His expression cleared up as Scorpius took a step forward and offered a tiny hand. “Hello, Mr Potter. It’s nice to meet you,” Scorpius said, enunciation steady and practiced.

Rec Notes: This is one of my all time fav tropes and ooof this is so fluffy and wholesome!!!! Harry’s the hot school teacher, Draco’s a doting dad - I’m ded!! Scorpius is an adorable bean (I will die on that hill) who had me cooing with heart eyes. It cannot (!!) get cuter than this! Ooh but if you need any more coaxing, Draco wears an Adidas tracksuit and has piercings 🔥😍

You Say It's Your Birthday

Author: emmagrant01 @emmagrant01

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4k

Trope: In Vino Veritas

Summary: Harry gets very drunk on his 30th birthday, so drunk that he has no idea what happened that night -- except that it somehow involved Draco Malfoy.

Rec Notes: Drunk Harry blurting out his naughty, sneaky thoughts to Draco...yes, please! Draco is a tease, who even flusters Harry even at 30. The fic was a perfect combination of sweet and hot! It’s deliciously sensual and super fun.

To My Enemy (Secretly Yours)

Author: randoyoyo

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 9757

Trope: Epistolary

Summary: McGonagall has decided on some changes for those returning to Hogwarts for an 8th year. Not only will Houses be abolished, but there will be a shared common room and rooms will be assigned to pairs. On top of that, they're all randomly assigned a pen pal within the same year that they have to write to each week. Harry and Draco don't like the way any of this information sounds, but it doesn't set in until they get their room assignments...they're going to be roommates??

Rec Notes: This is a lovely complex epistolary fic. The letters the boys exchange, really show their frames of mind. Harry is confused and lost, while Draco is angry and bitter. Ofcourse as the story moves on the letters get more heartfelt and honest. A beautiful concept with equally beautiful writing!

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quintalon · 5 years

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In Vino Veritas

Hermione stepped into the smoky pub, the wind from the open door swirling her robes around her legs. A few heads turned her way but most remained bent over their tumblers and tankards.

She spotted the reason she was called here, swaying as he made his way from the bar to a table along the back wall. He sat heavily in his chair, the legs squeaking across the stone floor. His normally perfectly coiffed hair was falling into his face and his robes were disheveled, one side having slid halfway down his arm. She nodded at Harry, who was seated beside him, and headed to the bar.

“A large glass of water, please.” She gestured over her shoulder towards her drunken friend. “For that one.”

The bartender nodded and smiled. “Ah, yes. That one. You’re the wife, eh?”

“Oh, no I’m—” Her denial fell on deaf ears as the man turned to help another customer further down the bar. Hermione shook her head and grabbed the glass of water, winding her way through the tables and crowd to her best friend and his Auror partner.

“Granger!” came the enthusiastic greeting when she reached them. A chair was shoved loudly from the table. “Sit here, Granger. Next to me.”

She chuckled. “Hello, Malfoy.”

The blond wizard shook his head emphatically. “No, it’s Draco. Say it with me. Draaaacooooo.”

With her eyebrows raised high and lips pressed firmly together, Hermione made eye contact with Harry, both of them trying to contain their laughter. “Sorry, my mistake. Draco.”

Malfoy—Draco—grinned happily and nodded. “Very good! I’m Draco and you’re Granger—” he pointed to Harry, “and he’s Pottah.”

Hermione giggled and Draco’s grin grew even wider. She heard him sigh and mumble, “You have the most adorable laugh.”

“Thank you,” she managed between chuckles. She slid the water over to him. “Here, this is for you.”

“You brought me a drink? You’re so kind. Isn’t she kind, Potter?”

Harry stood with a laugh. “Yes, very kind. Just one of the things I love about her.”

Draco hummed in agreement. “Me too, mate.”

“Thanks for coming, Hermione. Ginny’ll have my hide if I’m home late again this week. But Sir Drinksalot over here said he wouldn’t go home and I didn’t want to just leave him. Besides, he keeps asking if you’re coming tonight.”

“No problem, Harry.” Hermione leaned up as Harry bent to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey!” Draco leaned over and tried to push Harry away, but only managed to brush his sleeve. “No kissing Granger! Go home and kiss whats-her-face.”

Harry’s mouth stretched into a mischievous grin. “Oh, I am most definitely telling Ginny you called her that.”

Draco waved his hand dismissively. “Little Red doesn’t scare me. She’s no match for Granger, anyhow. And Granger would defend me, wouldn’t you?” She looked between the two men and shrugged. “I know you would because I’m your favorite. And you’re my favorite. My absolute favorite.”

“Malfoy, mate, you are going to regret some of the things you’re saying.” Harry teased. “And I’m going to remind you of every single one. Many, many times.”

With a snort, Draco shook his head. “No, I won’t.” He scooted his chair closer to Hermione. “Now go away, I want to talk to Granger.” When Harry didn’t immediately leave, he made shooing motions with both hands. “Go, go, go!”

“I’ll be alright with him, Harry. Give Ginny and James my love.” Hermione patted Draco’s shoulder to placate him and smiled reassuringly at Harry.

“Right. See you two on Monday. Have fun and be good!” Harry turned and waved jauntily over his shoulder as he made his way out the door. Hermione watched him leave with a smile until she felt her hair being gently tugged. She turned to see Draco winding some of her hair around his finger and watching it bounce back, over and over.

“I love your hair. It’s so… springy.”

“Um, thank you?” She reached over and picked up the water again, putting it into his hand. “I think you should drink more of this.”

He smiled at her and without letting go of her hair, took a long sip. “Anything for you, Granger.”

“Why do you want me to call you Draco, but I’m still Granger?”

Draco set the glass down and leaned on the table, resting his head in one hand, the other still playing with her hair. “Because your name is special and beautiful. I haven’t earned the right to say it yet.”

Hermione tilted her head. “Why not? We’re friends now, aren’t we? I’d like you to call me Hermione.”

The hand in her hair stilled and he looked at her with wide eyes. “Really? Y-you want me to?”

She chuckled. “Of course. I think it’s time we took that next step, yeah?”

His grey eyes held hers, a sudden intensity to them that she had only noticed a few times before. Always when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“Hermione…” He said her name on a sigh, like it was something precious, something to savor. Like the taste of it on his tongue was pure bliss. He leaned closer. “Hermione. So beautiful.”

With the way he was looking at her, Hermione had the stray thought that he was not just talking about her name. But he couldn’t… She had never allowed herself to hope that he might harbor similar feelings, resigned in the knowledge that her affections were one-sided. No, he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying.

His hand left her hair and ran down her cheek to trace her jawline. She decided she would allow herself this moment and leaned into his hand, eyes closed.

Loud, raucous laughter and shouting from a group of wizards barging in through the door caused both of them to startle, breaking the moment. Hermione swallowed and pushed her chair back. “Come on, Draco. I think it’s time to head home.”

She stood and helped him to his feet, keeping her arm around him as he wobbled. They made slow progress across the room, Draco leaning into her the whole way. She grabbed some Floo powder, calling out his address as she tossed it in. “Hold tight, Draco.”

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her hair, pulling her flush against him. She heard him sigh in contentment just as they were whisked away. They tumbled out of the fireplace into the sitting room of Draco’s flat, nearly falling onto the sofa nearby.

Despite their stumbling, Draco kept a tight hold on Hermione. She reached around her back and tried to gently pull his arms away, but he shook his head and hummed something she took as a no.

“Draco, you need to let go so I can help you to your room,” she said soothingly. “Come on, now.”

He held on tighter and burrowed further into her curls. “Don’t want to let you go, Hermione. Never want to let you go.” His words muffled against her hair. “Mmm, you’re warm and comfy.”

She huffed a laugh. “You can keep one arm around me while we walk, okay?” She gingerly took a step, then another and breathed a sigh of relief when he followed suit, loosening his hold on her.

They made their way to his bedroom, where she pulled his robes the rest of the way off and managed to get him on the bed. He still refused to let go of her fully, keeping one arm looped around her waist as she bent to help him take off his shoes and socks. When she stood, he was looking at her with half closed eyes, a dreamy smile on his face. She suspected he was close to falling asleep.

Placing both hands on his shoulders, she gently pushed him back onto the bed, his arm sliding from her waist to his side, and pulled the blankets up over him, tucking him in. She had debated helping him undress fully but pushed that thought out of her mind quickly before it wandered into other, more pleasurable reasons to help him disrobe. She was glad he was drunk enough to not notice her sudden and fierce blush.

Opening her bag, she pulled out a hangover potion and placed it on his nightstand, then summoned a glass and filled it with water. “You’re definitely going to need these in the morning.” She teased as he snuggled down into his pillows, blinking blurrily at her.

“Hi, Hermione.”

She bit her lip and grinned. “Hi, Draco.”

He looked around with a slight frown and furrowed brow. “We’re in my bedroom.” He turned his glassy eyes to her. “Are you really here, Hermione?” She nodded. “You are so beautiful, did you know? And kind, and sweet, and bloody brilliant. I love everything about you. Your hair and your eyes and your little nose—it crinkles when you laugh and it’s so cute. You’re cute. Cute Hermione with her cute nose that I wanna—” He reached up and bopped her on her nose.

“Oh Merlin,” Hermione laughed out. “You’re going to be mortified if you remember any of this tomorrow. You’re a terrible flirt when you’re drunk.”

“I like flirting with you.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed as she caught his hand to keep him from poking her nose again. “You need to get some sleep now.” She squeezed his hand and laid it back against his chest. “Goodnight Draco.”

He yawned and closed his eyes, sleep quickly overtaking him. “G’night Hermione.”

Unable to help herself, Hermione brushed the hair off his face and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. She froze as she straightened when she heard him murmur, “Love you.”

She held her breath, waiting to see if he said more, but his breathing deepened and she knew he had fallen into a deep sleep. She crept quietly from the room with one last lingering look.

The next morning a letter arrived by owl, along with a beautiful red tulip. Hermione read the letter, her eyes growing wider with each word. She read it again, a shaky hand covering her mouth. Her eyes drifted to the tulip then back to the letter.

She let out an uncharacteristic yet delighted squeal and clutched the letter to her chest, falling back onto the sofa cushions and disrupting Crookshanks from his nap, his displeasure clear in his aggravated meow. She grinned at him and jumped up, sprinting to her room yelling that she had to get ready. The letter drifted to the floor in her excited departure.

My dearest Hermione,

First, I want to thank you for helping my sorry arse home last night and for leaving me that potion. It was definitely appreciated by my pounding head this morning. I apologize for my behavior last night. I don’t normally allow myself to get that sloshed and am slightly mortified by my actions.

But it is important you know this. I meant everything I said last night. Every word. Especially what I managed to mumble out when you kissed my forehead.

This was not how I planned to tell you my feelings. I had hoped it to be much more romantic than drunken ramblings. You deserve better. But, now that you are aware, I’d like to make my intentions clear. I care about you, deeply. My life is better and brighter with you in it.

I plan to woo you, Hermione. I plan to make you mine, as I am yours.

If you are amenable, I would like to take you to brunch today. I’ll be by at 11 o’clock to pick you up. I look forward to seeing you, my sweet witch.

Hopefully and Lovingly Yours,

Draco

Part of my drabble collection, Green Apples and Red Sugar Quills - AO3 l FFN

#In Vino Veritas #Green Apples and Red Sugar Quills #drabble turned ficlet #Dramione #AO3 #FFN #I wrote this months ago and forgot to post it

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