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A Walking Heroic History
"Besides,” Harry said, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.”
For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 3 (Scars, Enemies to Lovers)
Rated T, 1.2k words. Read on ao3 here
“What about this one?” Draco’s fingers, tacky with sea salt, caught on Harry’s skin, just above his hip.
“Third year. The Whomping Willow got me, I think, or maybe it was when I fell by the lake with the Dementors after that.”
Draco bent to place a gentle kiss on the scar, then his fingers continued their exploration up Harry’s side.
“This one?” he asked, pressing a small kiss to it preemptively, smirking when Harry twitched away, huffing out a laugh.
“That tickles.”
Draco did it again, just to make him squirm.
“Fell out of a tree when I was eight. I bounced when I hit the ground, but a branch caught me first.”
One last, tickling kiss, and Draco moved on again.
Over Harry’s shoulder - “I genuinely have no clue, I just noticed it one day in fifth year,” - down Harry’s arm - “Wormtail, in the cemetery, fourth year,” - all the way to his hand.
“Umbridge and her evil quill in fifth year.”
Draco linked their fingers and lay back, pulling Harry’s hand up to his mouth for another kiss, gritty with the sand stuck to his skin.
“We all wondered about that, you know,” Draco said, idly tracing the letters. “In Slytherin. We all knew you had cuts on the back of your hands Blaise even set up a betting pool on it.”
“Who won?”
“Daphne Greengrass. She asked a Gryffindor boy who had seen you in the common room and he told her. To hear her tell it, she seduced it out of him, but I suspect he didn’t see any reason not to answer her when she asked.”
Harry gave another small laugh, sun-warm and content, and after a moment, Draco continued.
“I am sorry, about all of that. I don’t think I mentioned that when I said- before. But I am sorry for the Inquisitorial Squad, and what she did to you.”
Harry gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I know.” In an even softer voice, he added, “I still remember what you said that first time. Besides,” Harry said, continuing on at his normal volume, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.”
Draco squeezed his hand back, and Harry kissed his fingertips.
“Second year,” said Draco, and Harry hummed a question in response. “On my ring finger, on the side, near where you kissed, there’s a scar from second year.”
Harry sought it out, found it between Draco’s second and third knuckles, pointing to the place where Harry suspected he would put a ring someday in the near future. It was still too soon to be proposing, but Harry kissed the shiny silver scar, and then kissed the bottom of Draco’s finger too, as a placeholder for now.
“What happened?” Harry asked, “Did the Basilisk get you too?”
Draco elbowed him hard in the ribs.
“No. You did, actually.”
“What? When did I hurt you in second year?” Harry was sure he would have remembered attacking Draco in second year, not least of all because Draco would have thrown such a fit that everyone in Hogwarts would have surely remembered it.
“During the Dueling Club,” Draco said, his smug smile evident even in his voice.
“I did not!” Harry protested, sitting up so fast he flung sand into Draco’s face.
Draco tossed his head to flick the errant sand away, then opened his eyes looking incredibly pleased with himself.
“You did. You sent me flying back, and I scraped my finger on the ground.”
Harry couldn’t see his own face, but he was sure it looked as unimpressed as he felt.
“That’s hardly anything! How on earth did it scar? Why didn’t you have someone heal you? It can’t have been that bad, or else someone would have noticed the blood.”
“Well, it wasn’t that bad at first, Potter,” Draco drawled, so horribly self-satisfied Harry almost choked on it. “But you see, I hated you then, because you had refused my offer of friendship, and everyone thought you were the Heir of Slytherin, and I just couldn’t let any of that go. So, I didn’t let it heal, and kept making it worse, because you were my sworn enemy, and I wanted the burden of being marked by your cruel villainy for the rest of my life.”
Harry blinked down at him for a second, then said, “You’re insane.”
“I was twelve, everyone’s like that when they’re twelve,” Draco responded placidly, so sure of himself that Harry wanted to contradict him, wanted to tell him no, not everyone is like that when they’re twelve. But then, he remembered that he, Ron, and Hermione had spent the first half of that year brewing Polyjuice Potion because they were convinced Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, and the sheer hypocrisy of saying that made him pause.
Finally, he just kissed Draco’s petty little scar and let their hands fall back to the beach.
“Whatever you say, Draco.”
A few more moments passed in silence, both of them listening to the crash of the waves before Draco spoke again.
“I like them, you know. Your scars.”
Harry had known this for a while; Draco’s hands often sought them out as though they were there to mark the places Harry was meant to be held, pieced back together under a loving and careful touch.
“I don’t like that you had to suffer to get them, of course,” Draco continued, thumb stroking over the back of Harry’s hand as if to read the words carved there through touch alone. “I truly am sorry about that, even about the hurts I didn’t cause. But I like history, I always have, and growing up I liked stories about heroes best of all. And you, you’re a walking heroic history, and I like seeing that. Of course, it also reminds me that you’re a reckless, self-sacrificing moron on occasion too, but I feel that’s just a reminder that you need to keep me around so at least one of us is looking out for you.”
And then, never one to want attention paid to him after being too nice, Draco put his head on Harry’s shoulder and indicated with every fibre of his being that their conversation was now over, and he was going to relax for the rest of the afternoon.
Harry intended to do the same, letting the sound of the waves, the steady rise and fall of Draco’s breath, and the rhythmic carding of his fingers through Draco’s hair soothe him. But, at the same time, he found he couldn’t help but turn over Draco’s words in his mind.
Harry had never really thought much about his body before - it had always done what he had needed it to do, and it hadn’t hindered him, parts/he had never had cause to contemplate himself in the way Draco clearly had. Harry supposed, if pressed, he would say that he liked how much he resembled his parents, the first people ever to love him, and the first people he lost, living on a bit through him. But hearing how Draco thought about him, what he liked about the scar on Harry that had just seemed like collateral damage in a much bigger fight, that made Harry re-evaluate his own blind neutrality.
He pulled Draco’s hand to his mouth to kiss his precious little scar again, and Draco, napping lightly beside him, moved his hand to cover the scar on Harry’s chest, and smiled in his sleep.
#hjpweek2023#drarry#drarry fic#enemies to lovers#fluff#my fic#my writing#getting this posted put me through the wringer y'all - i wrote it by hand at work and then my computer stopped working#so i had to type it all out on my ipad and email it to myself so i could format it and post it on my phone#and trying to post with html on ao3 from a phone was not my favourite experience#nevermind trying to keep the formatting as i posted here too#idk how anyone who only writes/posts from their phone does it
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BYE MY DRAFT DIDNT SAVE ALL MY EDITS JUST WENT DOWN THE DRAIN IM GONNA KMSJFJKFJFJ
#t13#maybe i should write on google docs instead of tumblr..#okay so this is going to set me back at least a week😭😭#i type on my phone and sometimes ipad#and today i checked my ohone#and i was like wait why is this part at first#AND I REALIZED MY EDITS FROM LAST NIGHT ON MY IPAD DIDNT SAVE.#THAT WAS LIKE A GOOD 1K WC OF EDITS
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Oh god how many DJs even are there now
I- have an addiction-
#And that doesn’t include aus and robot versions JDHHCHDHD#Forget aus iv forgotten half of em JDHHFHFUDDJ#And I need to make robot ones more the only designs iv made that iv really enjoyed is Dj Sun/Moon and Sigma JDHGFHHDJS#Mostly cause dj sun and moon are inspired by that one womp character from paper Mario that did that lil quiz game#And are still spooky LMAO they aren’t meant to look cute and quirky whatsoever#And sigma cause he’s a gentle giant 2.0 JDHFHHFDHHD#Accidentally commits arson cause nobody put fuckin safety measures on his pyrotechnics#And also has his lil ant marching band of mini music men#Anything that has to do with those lil cracked ipad Cheeto children gives me joy JDHFHHDHDH#edit: I need to limit my keyboard spamming my brain is so fried from doing it it’s basically a default action#edit two: I almost did it again while typing that
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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️ 😚
Ilysm babes
thank youuuu🫶✨💗
ALSO I LOVE YOUR BLOG, YOU ARE SO TALENTED (I think I reread the Blaise lore post more time that I could count, you kinda converted me)😭💗
#*insert cute reaction pic*#I’m from my iPad bc I had to shut down my phone and I don’t have any SORRY#it’s so hard to type here#lol#my blog stuff#ask
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frankie has a younger half brother named owen that i wanna eventually make a blog for (maybe i'll make him a side blog now that we can reply from sideblogs????), but the most important thing to know is that he had a really good upbringing and was loved and safe and their father got clean + sober for THIS second family. and the worst thing that happens to owen is frankie finding him and telling him about her life, because it rocks owen's shit to his core because this whole time he was loving his dad and living his life and there was nothing wrong or bad. and then he finds out that this person he looked up to and respected was totally different and it feels like he never actually knew him at all.
#“ ⍀ headcanon. « we hunger so for vicious things.#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad.#( owen: i am a happy guy / frankie: hey u wanna hear about how our dad left my drug addict mom + me / owen: ... oh )#( their dad is probably dead at this point from all the comorbidities that come with being an addict/drunk for 20+ years but )#( he burned the candle from both ends rip )#( owen's entire existence in a lesson in nurture vs nature because his ass is a lawful good type bitch and frankie is chaotic evil )#( literally couldn't be more different if they tried )#( owen: wow this news that my dad was a bad guy is horrible i should drink about this / frankie: i am intimately familiar with that vibe )#( frankie: omg i have a brother this is so exciting / owen: i wish i never met you )#( he's too nice he wouldn't say that but it's the truth )#( lil miss frankie + her ability to ruin lives <3 )#( anyway i gotta go get ready to babysit 13 puppies and then i might be around )#( getting up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow to watch the eclipse with some friends so i gotta get my beauty rest )#( ok happy friyay xoxo )
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Candle (Rosenali)
Here’s a “six sentence Sunday” even though it’s not six sentences. Thanks for supporting my decision to write stupid shit @sexynetra you’re the real MVP (also I keep forgetting to text you when I post things so I’m keeping myself out of trouble)
So here’s a silly little thing for you all. Happy Sunday, stay hydrated
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Rosie,
I just found this brand and it’s amazing, you need to light it as soon as you get it! Can’t wait to hear what you think ;)
-D
The package comes as a surprise to Rosé after a very long day at school. The box holds a little candle with a simple, pastel blue label. She pops it open and is delighted by a blue wax heart melted into the top of it. And the smell? Even without lighting it she’s happy to have it. It smells like a sunset, like golden hues and the comfort of a home. Somehow, it’s exactly what she needed. There’s something about Denali knowing these things before she does that makes her cheeks flush, and she pulls out her phone to distract herself.
Just got your package, she types hurriedly. Lighting it right now. Just what I needed, thank you baby <3
The spring musical is fast approaching and while her cast is catching on quickly to the choreography, they’re not yet at par with the kids of years’ past. She’s been waiting for a long time to direct The Sound of Music, and while she’s excited to see the end result it feels like she’s having to go through a trial-and-error process of teaching in order to get some of the kids in line. She’d lost a lot of talent with graduation; there’s hope, sure, but there’s also a lot of hands-on work that needs to be done in order to shape this cast into her standard of work. Fun, chill teacher Rosé gets put on the back burner a bit during musical season. This is director Rosé’s time to shine.
Which brings her to working on things for choir and theory at home. Her planning periods have turned into musical planning; working through what the set will look like, taking phone calls to ensure the children she’d casted to fit into the younger Von Trapp roles will be okay with their slots of rehearsal time…she’s getting everything done, just in intervals of ten-to-thirteen-hour days instead of just eight.
Tonight is no different.
She stretches out on the couch just as the end credits of her current tv binge scroll along the screen. She’s not sure how long she drifted off for, only that the gorgeous, spiced vanilla scent has permeated the entire room, engulfing it in warmth and familiarity. Carding her fingers through her unruly curls, she sighs as she rises from the couch. The weight of the days has hit hard, and although she has a few ungraded papers on the coffee table and a plate left out from her lazy dinner of random leftovers, all Rosé wants to do is turn off the day. Tomorrow will be a new chance to get her cast in line, and maybe she can spend her planning period finding a reason not to cancel the entire show.
This time of night is particularly cathartic; she walks a lap around the apartment, shutting shades and folding blankets, leaving dishes in the sink for tomorrow (because honestly? It’s only a few weeks until tech week. She hears the Goatherd song in her head all day long. Saving the dishes for tomorrow is the only way to save her mental sanity). She bends over to blow out her new candle and suddenly, she’s very awake. The little blue heart has melted away, revealing a set of carefully placed friendship bracelet beads. She blinks, thinking that the message is an illusion caused by her lack of sleep. The letters don’t budge. And so, there’s a bunch of tiny glass beads around the wick asking ‘sit on my face.’
She feels the curve of a smirk at her cheeks and she’s shaking her head, pulling out her phone to take a photo.
Really? She texts Denali, hoping that her silly eye roll will translate through her typing. I thought that was your job.
Denali 10:30 pm
What if I wanted to try something new?
Rosé’s in the middle of a witty response when Denali’s text bubble pops up again.
Denali 10:31 pm
Also, they didn’t have one that said ‘I want to sit on your face.’ I’m pretty sure that’s too many letters for one candle.
Rosé 10:31 pm
And no manners.
Denali 10:33 pm
So specific.
Pain in my ass.
Okay, so even though it’s way too many letters I guess it should have said ‘please sit on my face.’
Rosé 10:34 pm
That’s what I thought.
You can come over if you want.
I want you to.
Rosé 10:36 pm
This candle smells like you.
She hits send before she can chicken out, tossing her phone face down on the couch. This is totally normal behavior for friends, right? Friends with benefits? But she’d never put Denali in that category; lately, the benefits have been movie nights and wine tastings and sleepovers that last multiple days. They’ve been sharing clothes, she’s been helping with Donut…she’s not sure how it happened, but she’s not able to stop herself from any of it. She can’t even bring herself to say no to the blonde even if she’d just been about to go to bed. Everyone’s teasing is absolutely right; she’s completely undeniably whipped.
Denali 10:37 pm
That’s the point, Rosita ;)
I’m glad you like it.
I’m on my way.
#Rosenali#the teacher au#sometimes you scroll through reels (bc I’m a millennial everyone chill) and something comes up you can not ignore#This is a REAL candle from a REAL company and the second i saw their ad i just knew#Alexa play Light My Candle from Rent#Also my iPad keyboard is slowly dying I can’t type an exclamation point or a one or a two it’s been real devastating to my writing career
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Hellaverse got the autism pumpin, anyone wanna see my 7 Deadly Sin demon ocs? I made them in middle school when I first watched Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood and Seven Deadly Sins (the anime), but Helluva boss has made me want to revamp them now that I actually understand character design (maybe to match the design genius of Helluva’s Asmodeus or maybe cause I hate Viv’s Beelzebub design, idk which)
(mcyt people you will be getting new fanfic content soon I swear on my life)
#theyre my babies#I’ve had them for almost 7 years#i need an outlet to talk about them because my family (who i normally rant to) is very religious#and tbf I am too but they take it the wrong way when I talk about demons#which I choose to believe doesn’t make me a bad Christian but I think my parents think I want to summon Satan#cyncerity#not g/t#some of them have stayed pretty much the same some of them have changed drastically for#*from their og designs for#*from when I was 12#for some reason ‘from’ is hard to type on an iPad and I keep hitting the coma whoops
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MANIC!! ⭐️⭐️
#draws by kev#oc#original character#oc art#im tagging my shit at extremes from now on tf#original charater art#oc: manic#i hate typing on my ipad but hes for the same verse as grandeur n them#ill think of a name for the verse i swear omg
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help my cat is DEEP SLEEP on my lap i can't get up
"why are you so tired?" "oh my cat fell asleep on my lap for like an hour and i couldn't move her"
i have to wake up in less than 7 hours. help
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i dont do backgrounds, which is something i learned approximately an hour ago -_- anyhow, my boyfriend is the definition of the opposite of gatekeeping and by that i mean he has been shoving this man down my throat like his life depended on it, so now i am also obsessed with this goofy lil bbg
#man i just spend 30 mins trying to export this from my ipad to my phone and almost started crying only to realise i used wrong file type#if anyone cares the arm was made with procreates own galaxy brush#man i hate metallic texture#trigun#trigun stampede#vash fanart#vash the stampede#vash my beloved#vash my bbg#vash my scrunckly bronkley donkley bonk#sad man#i gave him his sniffy red nose#how do i tag shit?#vash#vash trigun#this is the first time i've drawn in almost half a year and i almost broke my neck because i forgot to lift my head from my stupid ipad#so if anyone knows good ways to massage my neck on my own#please tell me#im in pain
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... Art I've posted on mobile is only showing up in a weird alternate version of my art tag that I can only seem to access by clicking on the tag itself. Searching for the tag only brings up art I've posted on desktop
#How is this even happening#shut up me#like to me the mobile version looks like ''Pluto's creations'' while desktop I usually type it ''pluto's creations'' but the capital letter#doesnt impact searches?#My only guess is that the apostrophe from my ipad is being read as a different character than the apostrophe from my desktop which is WILD#... ill fix this eventually I guess
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Y’all why does life hate me so much… after everything that has happened now my phone won’t turn on and has a permanent “temperature needs to cool down” when it’s not even hot at all??!!
#it’s literally cold#typing this from my big ass iPad#I’m gonna scream#my dad is gonna kill me#ugh#berry rant (˵•̀⤙•́˵)૭
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this blog would be VERY full if i posted about my loz hero au here but that is not a good thing bc i have too much lore and i rewrite major plot points every other minute
#i sure am normal about my hero au <- i am retellign every loz game in the format of a scifi superhero universe that cars dont exsit in#guns r on the thinnest ic eine xsitnace and even then i fluxate betwene if certian mdoren tehc is ehre or not#like phones? no. ipads? yes!#i will not delve furthe runels sosmoen asks tho bc ims till figurign out the equalibrium espcialy w/ totk jsut dropping#i have like uhhh let me check#16 archs planned out!#spans over 21 years :D#i actully was tellign time in this aqu by how old Lost aka OOT!Link was when events happened and for events before his birth how much befor#he was born in year 4 iirc? anyway he was actully the main character for a time#but now i think it doesnt rlly have a gorunded main character? it has a bunch of mcs who r all workign towards the same goal!!#technicly its mroe the story of ganondorf's rise to power and how he goes mad w/ ambiton and unchecked authority#told through the eye sof his many victims whether hero villan or vigilante but like#his perspective is the one ive not explored much at all? jsut how others view him and how his actios effect others#anyone not directly effecte dby gnaondorf's actions has at elast been effected by a current meber of ganon#from child kidnapping to terrorism to violatign traffic laws they get around to all type sof nephariousness
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joined a haikaveh server but the only thing i talked about for the first ten minutes was shizaya. im truly hopeless at this point
on the bright side i have learned that i was NOT the only one who thought the shizaya alters (tsugaru, psyche, roppi, delic, etc) were canon and made by narita himself, and i am therefore NOT an idiot :D
#shizaya#soro rambles#i dont do this often outside of tags so bear with me#i cant log into twitter on my ipad for some reason and i only get one hour on my laptop#so im legitimately going through withdawal lmAOO#it’s not the need to connect with people because i have so few people i interact with on there#it is the low attemtion span need to consume new media constantly#i need new art new ideas every waking second and it’s terrifying#need videos to look at images to save and send to discord servers songs to listen to#grahhghghghghg#people are like ‘i quit social media for a month and i didnt even really miss anything’’#I AM MISSING STUFF THOUGH#im missing all the art that gets swallowed by the algorithm after 24 hours#i miss the one off ideas from people whose tweets vanish from my feed#the addiction really is strong with this one#you can almost smell the digital on my breath#i need to touch grass#oh hey i did ramble in the tags actually#thats gotta be my trademark at this point#it’s because the way they separate reminds me of how i type in discord probably#god twitter is hard enough i would die if i tried to limit my discord time#i have Issues!!!
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A third year at Royal Sword Academy.
Despite his competitive nature, Isagani is a team player at heart. Believes that everyone deserves a turn in the spotlight.
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Introducing my iPad kid, Gani. He looks forward to destroying NRC every year🐯
art by skoi_boink, twst oc template by @unfinished-projects-galore
#i figured i should slowly start uploading oc content here lol#anyway this is my ipad baby gani he is a dumb jock with a heart of gold#i don't want want him to show up in tags so im gonna type nonsense here#he's twisted off the tiger from zootopia who would treat you right not tigger or rajah lmao#oc: gani#mons ocs
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#iPad kids r so scary#my little brother is a semi-iPad kid#well not even iPad it’s a Kindle from like 2013#but the amount of emotionally distrgulated#impatient kids w next to no discipline or impulse ctrl with shocking attention spans#that r being raised en masse#the nursery teachers r talking ab the wildest things#Xmas present Tok has me gonsmacked and I don’t even celebrate it😭😭#they r literally all developing environment-induced adhd and personality disorders#anyways ab my little brother he is thankfully not on that level but is definitely addicted and has been really rude ab presents we’ve gotten#for him in the past#will constantly be that friend who’ll tell u not to get an iPad or tv for ur babies#unless for hw#as usual horrific spelling bc too fast typing
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