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dagnyart · a day ago
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Some Drarry stuff because of October You can find more HP fanart using different # in my blog
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itsmorelikebyesexual · 2 days ago
Draco: Due to personal reasons, I will be sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.
Pansy: Harry said “I love you” and you said “thanks” didn’t you.
Draco: The reasons are personal-
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phoebe-delia · 16 hours ago
little do you know i need a little more time
I have put off this @drarrymicrofic prompt because every time I'd listen to the song I'd think of a different, unrelated story idea lol. But here's some angst. CW: mental illness, slightly hopeful ending?
"If you need an answer now, it has to be no."
"I'm not ready. I can't...It's not fair to either of us, Harry. All my heart can do for now is keep me alive and I can't give it away when it's just learning to beat again."
"Then take mine, Draco. Be mine."
"I need to belong to myself. I need to own myself, for once."
"Then I'll wait."
"...You shouldn't."
"I want to. I'll wait, Draco."
"I don't know how long it'll take. If ever."
"You don't have to know. "
"I wish I was ready for you. I wish I was ready to love. I wish I could do more than...exist."
"That's all you need to do."
"Exist. You, exactly as you are; that's enough for me. I hope you'll find me again when you realize that you're enough for yourself, too."
"I will, Harry. I promise."
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manixzen · a day ago
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Draco/Harry, E, 4.5k
@hpkinktober , Day 19: Betting/Gambling
Tags: D/s relationship, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Edging, Cock and Ball torture, Betting, Games, Oral Sex, Light bondage, Face fucking, HP Kinktober 2021
Summary: Draco wants to play a game.
Read on AO3
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moonstruckwytch · 11 hours ago
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written to@hp-fearfest day twenty one: a cursed child | T | No Warnings Apply | unending thanks to @corvuscrowned for the beta!
It started at the end of July. Sobbing reverberated through their house unceasingly — echoing from the small door set under the stairs. It was maddening, impossible to sleep through, impossible to think through. But however much he suffered, it was worse for his husband. He’d never liked the cupboard — he locked it with a permanent sticking charm the day they’d moved in. When the sobbing started, he’d stopped using that hallway. Now he could hardly walk up the stairs. He spent more time out of the house, slept in the yard. The day he didn’t come home, the scratching started.
cori's fearfest🎃
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drarryspatronus · a day ago
He is running.
Running through the halls of Hogwarts.
Little tears form in his eyes.
He said it.
Harry said it.
"I love you"
But Draco did not answer. He just stared at Harry. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered and walked away. Draco stood there transfixed for half an eternity. He told him that he loved him. Only after a while did he realise what had happened and ran away. He looked everywhere for his boyfriend. Until he finds him. He runs faster and hugs Harry from behind. The Gryffindor takes Draco's hands away and turns around. He stares at him. "Draco? What the...", he can't speak because Draco's lips interrupt him. But he returns the kiss. Draco takes his lips away and whispers, "Just shut up and kiss me, git". Harry smiles, pushes him against a wall and looks at him, smiling. Draco is heated. "About earlier, I'm sorry I said it. It's too soon, but you're amazing and when I'm around you my whole body tingles. I feel safe and welcome around you. My heart beats faster when I see you or when you kiss me, I don't want this moment to stop. Draco, I really love you," Harry says with a small smile and a small tear in his eye. The blond wraps his arms around the black haired man's shoulders and whispers, "I love you too," pressing a small kiss to Harry's lips. He rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. "Love?" "Yes?" "Do you want to sleep in my dorm tonight?" asks Harry with a small smile. Draco nods and kisses Harry again, but this time with more passion.
Carefully, Draco lies down on Harry's chest. While Draco tries to control his breathing, Harry plays with his blond hair. "You're sweating," the black-haired man whispers, looking at Draco. "Really? I didn't even know that. It's not like you were fucking me in the mattress a few seconds ago," Draco growls, looking at Harry. "I love you," he whispers, kissing the Gryffindor's chest. "I love you too," Harry whispers back, spreading small kisses on the blond's face.
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siriuslywolfish-pg9 · 19 hours ago
AU where Draco spends the summer's with Harry at the Black-Lupin household because things are tense at the Malfoy Manor. Its all going good until one day someone pays them a visit. Starring: sibling bantar between Harry and teddy, protective dad Sirius, and Remus (who is low-key turned on).
"Can we please keep him?" Draco bit back a smile as Teddy whined for the third time. They were in the kitchen, waiting for Remus to finish making breakfast. Sirius was doodling his latest design for his motorcycle, while Draco read a book and pretended not to evesdrop on the conversation taking place next to him.
"Sorry Teddy, but Draco is a person, we cannot just keep him," Remus explained patiently, already looking tired from having the same discussion, again.
"But I am not even allowed a pet dog because of dad!"
"Hey!" Sirius looked indignant but went back to his drawings when Remus gave him a quelling look.
"Can't we just give the Malfoys Harry in exchange? That way we can keep Draco!"
"That won't happen, they love me more," Harry entered the room, kissing Draco's cheek before leaning back against the counter, unwrapping a fresh cup of strawberry yogurt.
"No they don't!" Teddy agrued. "They love me more! Tell him Dad!"
Remus closed his eyes as if asking the Lord for strength.
"Please," Harry drawled, licking the yogurt exaggeratedly from his lips. "We picked you up from the dumpster. Plus, I came before you, so they love me more."
"That's not true. And that's mine!" He pointed at the yogurt. When Harry just shrugged and continued to eat it, Teddy launched himself at him, trying to snatch the yogurt from Harry, who grinned wickedly and raised it high above his head as Teddy bounced on his feet in a vain attempt to reach it.
"Dumpster baby! Dumpster baby!" Harry sang.
"You are the dumpster Baby! Give me my yogurt back-DAD!!" Teddy cried, turning to Remus for support, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He probably wanted to throttle them both, but his love for them stopped him from doing so.
Remus sighed, "Teddy, there is more yogurt in the fridge--"
"I want this one!"
"--AND you should share it with your brother." He finished strictly.
Teddy's cheeks flushed with anger and he glared at Harry, who stuck his tongue out in response.
"Told you: they love me more."
"Harry," Remus warned and Harry shut his mouth, smiling innocently.
Teddy huffed. Then punching Harry's waist with his small fists repeatedly, he screamed, "I hate you, I hate you! I want Draco!"
"Oh, do you, now?" Harry grinned and picked up the 6 year old, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as Teddy thrashed and flailed, hitting Harry's back. Harry guffawed, dumping the boy on the couch in the living room before viciously attacking him with tickles.
Peels of shrill laughter filled the house as Teddy struggled and tried to get away, while Harry pulled up his shirt and blew loud, wet raspberries on his tummy, easily holding down Teddy until the boy relented, admitting defeat.
The door bell rang, interrupting their bliss.
"I'll get it!" Draco said, getting up from the table. As he left the kitchen, he heard Teddy's voice reasoning with the others "See! He helps out around the house too!"
This time Draco didn't stop his smile from spreading across his face. However, it instantly died down when he opened the door.
Lucius's eyes raked over his son, taking in his tattered muggle t-shirt and snitch pajamas--both of which he had borrowed from Harry the previous night. Draco supressed the urge to squirm under the scrutiny and stood taller, hoping that his face looked as impassive and nonchalant as possible.
"Draco." Lucius's voice was as condescending as ever. How his father managed to put so much icy disdain in just his name alone was beyond Draco.
''What do you want?"
"Pack you bags. I am taking you back to the Manor, your mother wants you."
Draco grip on the door knob tightened. "If she wants me then she can come get me herself."
"Do not argue with me."
"But I don't want to go!"
His father's nostrils flaired. His grabbed Draco's hand in a painful grip and pulled so forcefully that Draco almost stumbled. "I have put up with your nonsense long enough!"
"Hey! let him go!" Harry was at his side in an instant, pushing at Lucius to break his grip on Draco's wrist and placing himself protectively between them, shielding Draco away from his father.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly, concerned eyes searching Draco's face. Cradling his soar wrist, Draco swallowed and nodded. Harry turned back to face Lucius, eyes hard, "He is not going anywhere with you."
Lucius sneered, "And you are going to stop me?"
"I sure will."
Lucius grabbed Harry's collar, he was atleast a foot taller than the teenager, and hissed dangerously, "Listen you filthy halfblood--"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."
Lucius stopped at the voice and looked over. Sirius was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall and looking as casual and devastatingly handsome as ever as he twirled his wand between his fingers.
"I would strongly suggest you unhand my godson," he said calmly. A thretning edge to his voice.
Draco's father wasn't one to be messed with. Malfoys were notorious for being terrifying, Draco knew that, but they had nothing over Blacks. Lucius yeilded, letting go of Harry.
"Now, how can I help you?" Sirius asked cheerfully as he came to stand in the entryway, not so subtly extending a protective arm across Harry and gently edging the two boys behind him.
Lucius smoothed his hands down the front of his robes, trying to gather his bearings.
"I am here take Draco."
"Is that so? And who, might I ask, are you?"
"His father. Lord Malfoy."
Sirius raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Draco.
"Draco, darling, do you want to go with this man?"
Draco swallowed, looking down at his shoes. Harry must have sensed his fear and hesitation, because he took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, making him smile.
Gaining courage, Draco squared his shoulders and looked his father straight in the eyes. "No, sir." He answered through clenched teeth.
Sirius shrugged. "Well, lord Malfoy, you heard the boy. Looks like Draco is staying here after all."
"Draco!" Lucius hissed. "Stop this, this instant or will--!"
He was cut off by Sirius, who placed a hand on the door frame, leaning against it and blocking the young boy from view.
Lucius glared coldly at Sirius, who simply flashed his teeth in response. It would have looked charming if not for the dangerous glint in Sirius's eyes that was downright wicked.
Lucius narrowed his eyes and inched forward till he was nose to nose with Sirius. "You don't want to make an enemy of me."
Sirius straitened, all his polite, cheerful facade forgotten as his expression hardened and a dark shadow took over his handsome face. Draco was glad to note that Sirius had a couple of inches over his father. Now try looking at him down your nose, he thought happily.
"Yeah?" Sirius said, sounding almost bored. "I don't know...being your enemy sounds very tempting." He looked over his shoulders. "Harry, pup, will you be a doll and take Draco inside while I deal with our unwelcome guest?"
Harry blinked, glancing between the two men as he hesitated for a moment. Then he nodded, "Sure," and tugged at his and Draco's still entwined hands.
They had barely entered the kitchen when they heard raised voices from outside. Then their was a dull thud of a body hitting the ground and everything went quiet, followed by the bang of a door being slammed shut. Moments later Sirius returned, rubbing his knuckles.
"What happened?" Remus asked, eyes roaming over Sirius's body, checking to see if he was hurt.
"Nothing. Would you floo the Aurors? I think there's a man sleeping on our doorstep," he inclined his head toward the entrance. "I'll just pop back up and take care of this," he held up his hand to show his bruised knuckles before disappearing up the staircase.
Remus's eyes followed his husband as he left, an intense look in his eyes. He gulped, then seeming to come to a decision he hastily took off his apron and gave it to Harry. "You two can call the Aurors and take care of breakfast, right?"
But he didn't wait for Harry to respond before rushing after Sirius, a hungry look in his eyes as he climbed two steps at a time.
Harry tsked and shook his head, while Draco was extremely confused.
"What just happened?"
Harry's face screwed up, "Urgh, they are going to fuck like bunnies now." When Draco just gave him a blank look, Harry explained. "It's their thing; aparantly, Remus going all feral, or Sirius being a protective bad boy gets them going."
Draco grimaced, finaly catching on. "I did not need to know that. And neither should you. How do you even...?"
"Don't ask, it's painful as it is. They forget their silencing charm way too often. I swear to god, the way they are with each other, you would think they are still horny teenagers and not men who have been married for nearly two decades."
Draco looked at the door through which the two men had just left. "I think it's sweet, though, that they are still crazy for each other, even after so many year," he murmured, his eyes flitting to Harry. "I would love to be like that with someone when I am their age. Have what they have."
"Yeah?" Harry's voice was soft as he hugged Draco from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Yeah, It seems lovely," Draco said shyly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
"I suppose it does."
Draco turned his head, meeting Harry's eyes. Harry leaned in, catching Draco's lips in a chaste but deep kiss. A promise of possibilities, a tentative hope for a future, of something great and amazing and utterly beautiful. One that they don't have yet, but the could. If they tried. Slowly but surely. Together.
They broke apart and Harry rolled his eyes at Teddy's disgusted face and Draco snickered, dropping his head on Harry's shoulder.
"This reminds me: let's put our own silencing charms for precaution, I don't want you to get traumatised already," He told Draco.
"Do they really forget to do it that often?"
"Often enough for me take this precaution. Now c'mon."
After they placed the charm, Harry began to finish preparing breakfast, picking up right where Remus left. Draco came to stand next to him.
"Yeah?" He said distractedly, eyes on the pan as he flipped the last of the pancakes.
"Thank you."
When Harry looked over, Draco wasn't looking at him, but was instead busy taking out the plates, a soft smile on his face.
Harry opened his mouth as if wanting to ask what he was grateful for, but he didn't. And Draco was glad, because he had a feeling that he himself didn't know the answer. Because it wasn't a Thank you for the pancakes, or for standing up to his father, or for letting him stay, or none of those other things. It was much more...just much more than what anyone can thank someone for in words.
It was for love, for comfort, for safety, for the cozy evenings, languishing afternoons, and lazy teasing breakfast mornings. It was for the unconditional and unbidden love that rediated in this house. The urge to protect each other like the family they were. It was just the feeling of having someone, or some place, you call your own, and feel it too. Like home.
Draco felt Harry's eyes on him as he made a smily out of Jam on Teddy's pancake, just how Teddy liked it.
Callouse hands held his waist, and suddenly Draco was being pulled in for another kiss. He eagerly responded, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, his jam-sticky fingers in the air behind him, away from Harry's hair.
This time they ignored the mock gagging sounds that Teddy made in the background, like the hypocrits they were. It seemed like they had no write to criticise the Sirius and Remus.
In the end, Draco set the table as Harry pulled out choclate yogurt from the fridge and gave it to Teddy, ruffling his hair. Teddy's face lit up, all his earlier rage forgotten, and he rewarded Harry with a wet smacking kiss on his cheek. As Teddy dug into his yogurt, Draco joined them on the table, sitting next to Harry and accioing a napkin to wipe Teddy's already choclate smudged face.
All in all it was a blissfull summer morning at The Black-Lupin's.
Based on Young Sheldon (season 2, episode 20)
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drarryjustbecause · 4 months ago
Sirius: The Malfoy kid? The Malfoy kid!
Sirius: *Laughs hysterically*
Sirius: You’re DATING the Malfoy kid!
Sirius: Merlin, Lucius is going to hate this!
Harry: It’s not funny. His father hates me.
Sirius: EXACTLY!
Sirius: This is almost funnier then when I told my family I married moony!
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mad1492 · 29 days ago
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Long nights at Hogwarts after the war.
They didn’t mean to meet each other at night in the dark quiet corridors during their 8th year. They just were trying to runaway from the nightmares, stares, praises and judgement. One night they just ran into each other.
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itsmorelikebyesexual · 2 days ago
Draco, when Harry is snuggling him: I have never met you in my life. You bastard. You fiend. Stop this at once.
Draco, when Harry is busy and can't be with him right that second: Where are my kisses from Potter? Where is my snuggles and cuddles that I crave so dearly? You are cruel and unjust, Harry, and I am going to scream.
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daddiesdrarryy · 3 hours ago
Pansy: What the hell are you wearing?
Draco: It’s a sweater with Potter’s face on
Pansy: Isn’t that a little gay?
Draco: No, I hate him
Pansy: Okay, yeah, let’s pretend I believe that
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faevorite-main-blog · 3 months ago
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Commission for the amazing @isamijoo ❤️❤️❤️ thank you so so much for your endless patience with me as I heal from my wrist injury. You’ve been such an angel and I couldn’t be more grateful!
I’m definitely not back to full health yet unfortunately but I’m on my way!!! Send me good vibes everyone as I struggle ❤️❤️ you all mean so so much to me. Thank you for being here and supporting me!
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phoebe-delia · 17 hours ago
Could you write a drarry based on the song Happily by 1D? I saw your comment on my other question and I would love to read something like this! Thank you!
Hi anon! I'll gladly write this for you. I love 1D and have written a couple songfics based on their songs, so I was happy to see your other ask and volunteer for it. I hope you enjoy this! CW: alcohol. Rated T
Harry's hand gripped his pint as he watched the stranger wrap possessive arms around Draco's lithe, leather-clad hips to bring them flush against each other. He lifted the glass to his lips, letting the bitter ale warm his tongue, his throat, his stomach.
But a deep chill settled in his bones when the man started kissing Draco's neck. Draco tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting the stranger make his way to exposed collarbones that Harry had loved to nibble just to make Draco shiver in his arms.
"Harry. This is insanity."
"I know! They're practically fucking on the dance floor!"
"I meant you."
His head whirled toward Hermione, who shrugged. "You look torn between drooling over Malfoy and wanting to rip his dance partner's arms from his body."
Harry scowled. "I'm just concerned, alright? I'm a former Auror, and what they're up to is borderline public indecency."
Hermione gestured to the other gyrating couples and groups around the room. "And yet you don't seem to be staring down anyone else. There's a couple over there who are practically undressing each oth—oh, Merlin—Dean! Seamus! You're in public!"
Harry turned back to his pint and his surveillance, only for the sight in front of him to make him want to shatter his glass against the wall.
The stranger had insinuated his tongue down Draco's throat, letting his hands wander all over Draco's body. Draco, for his part, kept his hands clasped around the man's neck. His eyes were open, while the stranger's were closed in bliss, and Harry's heart lurched in his chest.
I can do better than that.
The next thing he knew, his feet were carrying him through the crowd and up to where Draco and the man were still making out. Draco noticed Harry approach and pulled away with a raised eyebrow.
"Potter? Can we help you?" Draco drawled.
Harry clenched his jaw as he looked into sharp gray eyes. "We can't but you can."
The stranger scoffed. "Can it wait? We were sort of in the middle of something."
Harry turned his most menacing glare at the stranger. "Fuck off."
"Why should I?" The man snarled. "I saw him first."
Harry chuckled darkly, his magic thrumming under his skin. "Unless you have a time-turner to take you back fifteen years, no you didn't."
"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco huffed, crossing his arms.
Harry softened his expression as he turned to Draco. "What I should've done weeks ago." He took Draco's wrist and pulled him away from the stranger and into his arms. He reached up and cupped the side of Draco's head, threading his fingers into silky hair.
Draco's eyes fluttered as their breaths mingled. Harry leaned in closer and whispered, "Let me, please."
After Draco's minute nod, Harry closed the distance and brought their lips together in a searing kiss. He licked into Draco's mouth, trying to savor the taste, the sensation he'd been craving for two long, lonely months.
They pulled apart for air, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breaths. Harry's heart pounded, and his magic was singing as it rushed excitedly through his body.
Suddenly, Harry felt a familiar tug at his navel, and the next moment he knew he was in his bedroom, his arms still wrapped around Draco's waist.
Draco blinked, then pushed Harry away. "What are you playing at?"
"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just—" he swallowed. "Sometimes, when my, er, emotions are high, my magic acts before I can think."
"Okay—just so I understand. You unknowingly used wandless and wordless magic to Apparate us out of the club had a lot of feelings?"
Harry blushed. "Well, when you put it like that it sounds pathetic."
Draco shook his head. "No."
"Not pathetic, not in the least." Draco stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
Harry's lips quirked up as he let his hands find Draco's waist again. "So, are you alright with the world knowing about us, then?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "As I recall, I wasn't the one worried about dating publicly."
Harry blushed again. "I know. It was stupid of me, Merlin. I'm sorry."
"It's not stupid," Draco shrugged. "I'm a former Death Eater. Tying yourself to me is...not an easy decision to make."
Harry's heart clenched. "Is that why you think I—" he swallowed against a lump that quickly formed in his throat.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wasn't it?"
"No!" Harry said, incredulous. "No, Draco, I wasn't ashamed of you. I was afraid of them." He gestured vaguely to the window.
"The press! The public! Every other relationship I've had was ruined because of them, and I didn't want to put you through that—put us through that."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You think I can't handle them? That I haven't been inundated with Howlers and lurid headlines in the Prophet?"
Harry blinked. "Oh. I guess...I never thought about that."
Draco snorted. "Clearly."
"So, where does that leave us? I'm down for anything, whatever you want. I can be casual, i-if you want." Harry forced his jaw shut to stop his rambling, his cheeks heating.
Draco smirked, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I think we can do better than that."
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elyonblackstar · a month ago
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“Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.” (Lauren DeStefano, Wither)
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to00fu · 4 months ago
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Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around
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aceveria-art · 2 months ago
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Draco is standing before a stall with a display of used 35mm cameras when he hears one of the two booth vendors gasp.
“Mary! Mary!” she hisses. “Bloody hell, the hunk is jogging back!”
“You’re taking the piss! Move, Cheryl! Get out of the way! Oh...Oh...Christ,” the woman named Mary whimpers. “He’s shirtless today.”
Draco looks up from the cameras, wondering what kind of wanker is out jogging shirtless in February, and pushes his shades to the top of his head. His hand tightens around his cup so hard that the lid pops off.
Jogging down the middle of Portobello Road is Potter.
A shirtless, glistening Potter.
Potter’s legs are clad in black spandex, so tight they look painted on, a small white checkmark decorating his left hip. As Potter shakes his long mane of hair out of his eyes, he links gazes with Draco as he passes the booth and the awestruck vendor ladies. And then promptly stumbles and trips over his feet, breaking the brunt of his fall with his hands.
excerpt from Lemon Colour, Honey Glow by @thusspoketrish
sketch commission inspired by the excerpt for trish! always a pleasure to draw harry being a lovable disaster 😌
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