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the call of sweet things by @softlystarstruck (88k, E)

Tags: Trans!Draco, Reconciliation, Found Family, Harry has pink hair and secrets!, Boys in Skirts

“Can I help–” Draco blinks, really looking at the person, at their mess of pink curls, their round gold glasses, their knit sweater with little white sheep. They’re short but stocky, with an arcing scar that trails over their eyelid and down their cheek, and Draco sucks in a breath because– because– “Draco,” the person says, and that brightly dimpled smile is all Harry, and Draco drops his book on the counter in shock, barely registering that he’s lost his place. “Harry?” Draco says, his voice cracking. He coughs, then pulls his sleeves over his fingers, trying not to panic. “Hi.” “Hi.” Harry rocks on the balls of his feet, still smiling. “Your hair is pink,” Draco says, because he doesn’t know what else to say, and the last time he saw Harry his dark curls were nearly brushing his shoulders, but now they hit the top of his ears and look like fairy floss. “It is.” “Well.” Draco picks up his book again, opening to a random page so he can look away from Harry, who seems too bright against the dark winter night outside. “Let me know if I can help you find something.” “Draco,” Harry says, sounding confused. Draco resolutely stares at his book, not reading a word. “I– how are you here? I mean. Why are you here? I didn’t expect–” “I work here,” Draco says. “As you can see.” “Yeah,” Harry says softly. “Okay.” He moves away from the counter, and Draco exhales, holding the book so tightly to keep his hands from shaking. What the hell is Harry doing here, out in the middle of nowhere, in Draco’s town? It isn’t fair that he can just show up, looking like a spring flower, grown into the roundness of his face, to ruin Draco’s already dismal Christmas season. No.

(rec by @cailynwrites)

“Yeah?” is all Harry asks, and it’s the sun caught on his tongue, stars spilling from his fingertips.

“Yes. Always yes, for you,” Draco says as he brings them to the end of their dance, and they stand fixed in the middle of the library, surrounded by the beautiful things they’ve created together.

all the stars in the sky by @softlystarstruck​ (1.2k, rated G)

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the call of sweet things (E, approx 5-6 hours when it's done)

Draco's happy with his quiet, lonely life in Woolbury, spending his days working at Pen Pals and keeping his already tidy flat spotless. But when Harry Potter shows up with pink hair and secrets about his magic, Draco’s carefully upheld balance falls apart. He doesn’t quite know how he ends up decorating Harry's cottage, drinking unreasonable amounts of cocoa, and laughing more than he’s laughed in years, but it's Christmas, after all– and he finally has a chance to set things right.

A collection of almost 30 trans Drarry works by @softlystarstruck 

Including lovely artwork by @clytemenestras and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm 

what husbands are for

softlystarstruck @softlystarstruck

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Werewolf Harry Potter, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Trust Issues, Tension, Getting to Know Each Other, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Loneliness, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, Blood Drinking, Mating Bites, Chronic Pain, Magical prosthetic limbs, alcohol mention, Television Watching, Hair Braiding, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Living Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Sex, Possessive Harry Potter, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Autistic Harry Potter, HD Fangfest 2022

Summary:

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work. And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

Excerpt:

“Draco,” Harry says, helplessly tender. He’s still just standing in the doorway. His throat is tight with affection. He isn’t thinking at all. “I adore you.”

Draco goes unnaturally still, looking like he’s been slapped. The wand drops out of his hand and onto the covers, but the sparks continue to twinkle around him. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t–” Harry pauses as Draco’s response sinks in. He swallows down the words I didn’t mean to say that, and instead makes a choice. “I’m not lying.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Draco repeats, a bit more frantic, curling into himself on the bed. His eyes are impossibly wide and fixed on Harry.

“I do adore you,” Harry says as he moves closer, cautious like he would be with a wounded animal. “In every way you can imagine. I wouldn’t lie to you, Draco. Not about anything, but especially not this.”

“I know.” Draco’s voice is small now, but his eyes haven’t left Harry’s face. “I know you’re not lying. That’s why I’m afraid.”

Harry’s breath catches. He’s never heard Draco admit that before. I’m afraid.

“It’s just me,” Harry reminds him gently. He lowers himself onto the bed in front of Draco, giving him space. “You don’t have to be scared. It’s just me. Nothing has to change. I know that my feelings are so big, too big most of the time. I know how to handle it, and I’ve already been handling it, so we can just–”

Draco reaches up, buries his hands in Harry’s loose curls, and kisses him.

Harry’s hands come up before he even realizes what’s happening, cradling Draco’s delicate jaw. Warmth pools in his stomach at the feeling of Draco’s smooth, cold lips, and then Harry realizes he should kiss back, so he does, insistent and a bit frantic. Draco makes a whimpering sound and topples over backwards, bringing Harry with him, and they’re still kissing.

“Hold on,” Harry gasps, pulling away from Draco when his body finally insists that he needs to breathe. His glasses are smudged from Draco’s cheek. “I have to– hah– catch my breath. Just give me a moment. I forgot you don’t need to breathe.” He moves his face to the crook of Draco’s neck, waiting until his lungs are no longer protesting so much. Draco’s body is completely covered by Harry’s, and Harry is hyper aware of it, keeping himself braced on his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally crush his husband.

Harry inhales. They kissed.

Exhale. Draco kissed him.

Draco kissed him first.

We believe you are looking for to be a bit of warmth (for you) by @softlystarstruck (9k, M)

i missed the scar kisses part orz i hope this is close enough (^◇^;) they r about to kiss