#pretentious-git

*harry and ron: walking and talking*

draco: *mutters as he passes them* potter give me affection

harry: what was that?

draco: i said- um- fuck,

ron: *who heard it* no, nothing rhymes with affection

harry: he said affecti-?!

draco: g-give me an erect-

Hey everyone! I’ve got a short story that I’d absolutely love some feedback on. 

It’s the backstory written as a story log of a man known as the Doctor, who is an arcane puppeteer and blood-magic user, who runs a town full of living, breathing corpses that he simply has control over by blood, hence the title. 

Chapter 3 of Changeling is now up!  More Drarry development, plot, etc -- and there’s some heavy-duty pining expected for Draco in the chapter after this one, so, uh.  This is like setting up for that.  

Read it here

For new readers:  from the top

SUMMARY:                                                                   

The case seems to be an excuse to get the Boy Who Lived away from the press for a while -- “ Head Auror Savage is human, after all.  But when Aurors Potter and Malfoy arrive to Barebone Castle, they realize that something sinister may indeed going on.

That’s a problem...  Much like Draco’s raging, eternal, highly inconvenient crush.

I would like to emphasize that this fic is COMPLETE -- at 11 chapters and an epilogue -- and chapters WILL be going up WEEKLY.  

Kudos are appreciated, and if you leave a comment, I will love you forever.  

Hey guys! Here’s a fic I recently wrote and while it’s a merlin/merthur fic, I figured I could post it on here because magic and that relates at least :p 

【O】Online

【X】Offline

【-】Idle

【#】Do not disturb

【🙂】lonely but I don't want to seem needy but god someone talk to me

Draco: do you EVER worry about the law and its consequences?

Harry: of course i do i don't want to be on the ministry's bad side-

Draco: you broke ministry statutes

Draco: you aided a criminal escape

Draco: you broke school policies

Draco: you broke into ministry buildings

Draco: you essentially destroyed gringotts

Draco: what's your damage

Harry: I was raised by abusive relatives

Harry: I was dropped in a world of magic where apparently my name was known by everyone

Harry: I was occasionally plagued with a dark lord's thoughts and visions

Harry: I fought monsters starting from age 11

Harry: I essentially died once

Ahahaha i got around to answering this ^^’ oh my god i’m so sorry. There’s actually a few more that I have to do as well. I’ll get to them!!!

Well. This is it,Harry thought, rubbing his wrist absently as he did one last check in themirror to make sure he looked presentable. He heard clattering in the bedroomand a faint smile flickered onto his face as he heard the accompanied swear.

           “What did you drop this time?” The man asked in amusementas he stepped out of the bathroom, watching his lover on his hands and kneesreaching for something under the vanity. He walked over to sit on the edge ofthe bed, fiddling with his cuffs.

           “The bloody comb,” Draco muttered, straightening back upwith an exasperated expression on his face and the innocent comb in hand. Onelook at his expression and Harry could tell that he was just as nervous aboutthe brunch as he was. While he knew the Weasleys more than Draco did and knewfully well that they would be fine with whoeverhe brought, he knew that the other man was still anxious. “Harry, I don’t thinkI can-“

           “Let me fix your collar,” Harry said quickly,interjecting swiftly enough that all Draco could do was swallow the rest of hiswords as the other man stood up and reached out for the collar that wasperfectly fine. He pressed his fingers in places, flattening the already stiffcloth as he smiled warmly into the pale face of the other. “I bet Molly willlike your outfit. Ron will mentally take some pointers but…probably won’t tellit to your face. Maybe you should talk to Bill. He’s got a rough-hewn kind offashion vibe but I swear the things he wear cost an ungodly amount of money.”

           Draco’s hand reached up to rest on his wrist lightly. “Harry,”he sighed, a soft smile on his own face. It spoke a silent ‘thank you’ for thereassurances. “Nothing that Bill Weasley ever wears could come close to the things that I wear. He’llrecognize that the moment he’ll see me, I assure you. I doubt a conversationwould be necessary.”

           Unable to help himself, Harry rolled his eyes at thetotally-expected and unsurprising response. But Draco was thoroughly distractedabout his insecurities and that was all that mattered.

           “Ready to go, then?” He watched Draco take a quickbreath.

           “Yes, let’s go.”

           “Draco? Is that Draco Malfoy?”

           Harry felt the way the other man immediately tensed athis side, their clasped hands suddenly growing tight as Molly Weasleyessentially shrieked their arrival from the kitchen. Every head in the vicinitywas turning quickly, wide eyes staring at the new couple in the fireplace.

           “Er, Molly-“ Harry started to say, wanting to defendtheir relationship and Draco if he had to. However, the older lady had beatenhim to the punch, shocking them both as she threw herself at the other man in ahug.

           “We are so happyto have you here!” She exclaimed and Draco stood, shell-shocked. It was onlywhen Ron and Hermione came over as well, greeting him with warm welcomes didthe hand in Harry’s relax.

           A glance at the other man showed a hesitant, butgradually forming smile.