🌈Ranibow Sprimkle🌈

after nap time blues </3

Dialogue:

Sirius: "Oh, look who decided to wake up! Morning, beautiful."

Teddy: "Where did Haz (Harry) go?"

Remus: "He had to go back home, love. Uncle Prongs wanted him home before dinner."

Lil teds and my bby Draco. I love them so fricking much my lil babies<33333

𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦

The Faeries, the Prince, and the Cupboard

makeitp1nk @makeitp1nk

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, James Sirius Potter, Ginny Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Louis Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Implied/Referenced Overdose, Hot Mess Harry Potter, Mental Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Empty Nest Syndrome, Disney World & Disneyland, Age Regression/De-Aging, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), BAMF Ginny Weasley, Soft Draco Malfoy, Parenthood, Childhood Trauma, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fae & Fairies, Fantasy, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, Parselmouths & Parseltongue (Harry Potter), Insomnia, Fear of Sleeping, Sleep Deprivation, Drinking, Past Death of a Spouse, Divorced Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, forced restraint, shared custody, H/D Erised 2022, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, POV Alternating, Family Dynamics, Co-Parenting, Travel, partially epilogue compliant, Post-Hogwarts, Idiots in Love, Getting Together

Summary:

In 1967, Roy Disney made a deal with a rare species of fae to build his brother Walt’s dream on their land. Forty-seven years later, that deal will change the lives of two wizarding families forever.

A story about stories, family, dreams, and love.

Excerpt:

“This is like a dream,” Harry whispers.

“Please, don’t start with that again,” Draco says and laughs.

“I forgot about that!” Harry says and joins him laughing. They fall back on the bed as they chuckle, their hands intertwined. Feeling bold, Draco hovers over Harry and smiles. In one swift move, and with admirable abdominal strength, Harry lifts them to sit up and brings their faces together. Their teeth clack together awkwardly, and, despite the pain, Draco is pleased to be straddling Harry in this position.

“Ow, Harry, that hurt! You, lay back, let me show you how it’s done,” Draco says, the last part in his most matter-of-fact tone. He pushes Harry down on the bed and asks, “Is this okay?”

“Very,” Harry says, his face flushed. He’s beautiful, all bright eyes and wild hair. Draco leans over him and brings their lips together gently once. Harry cups his face the second time, and by the third, Harry’s tongue timidly swipes across Draco’s lips, seeking entrance, which Draco happily grants.

Heat builds between them as their lips grow bold and explore, their hands mapping planes they’ve yearned to touch for years. Gasps and hisses fill the room as bare skin meets for the first time, and Harry’s tears fall on Draco’s chest as his fingers trail the scars he’s responsible for. Draco kisses the tears away and holds him in his arms until their lips meet again in forgiveness and understanding. Draco feels more alive than he’s ever felt in his life.

“Draco,” Harry mouths against his skin as he kisses down Draco’s collarbone.

“Hmm?” Draco manages.

“I wanna know everything about you,” Harry says between licks and bites.

“I’m really not that interesting,” Draco says and tucks his head into Harry’s shoulder in embarrassment.

“I disagree. There’s so much I didn’t know about you and your life. Like Astoria’s inability to be around magic as the curse worsened, Scorpius going to Muggle nursery school, how you realised that strength doesn’t look like your father, and how Astoria encouraged you to explore your sexuality,” Harry says as he tries to coax Draco out of hiding.

Draco gasps. “You were listening?”

“You were the only thing that kept me sane,” Harry says earnestly.

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Happy early Halloween, whatever’s left of the Drarry fandom!

Dandelion for @nelweensfic 💛 everyone go read the microfic!

Teddy’s summer job with Charlie🐉

Whoever had the idea to let him babysit Teddy?

I really don’t know why but in my head interactions between those two were so amusing😂🤷‍♀️

Have a nice Sunday guys :)✨🌻

Teddy listening to one of Harry’s many adventures

Everything You Want (is Right in Front of You)

AvenueofESC @avenueofesc

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Original Characters Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Background Relationships, andromeda is a queen, Teddy is a cinnamon roll, but also a sneaky motherfucker, Competent Draco Malfoy, Soft Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Harry Potter, he’s an idiot, Pining, Jealousy, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Summary:

When Harry realizes that Malfoy has been spending time with his godson, he knows that the Slytherin is up to something. He’s determined to prove it—even if it means spending more time with the prat. And no matter what Hermione thinks, there is absolutely no reason why Teddy is suddenly morphing into a miniature version of his cousin when Harry is around. Or is there?

Excerpt:

Draco tilted his head, squinting at Harry. 

“Potter—” Harry stiffened, hating the sound of his surname on Draco’s lips after only a few weeks of going without it. After a moment, Draco whispered, “Why, exactly, do you think that Jesse doesn’t like you?”

“Er…” Harry wrinkled his nose, a soft breath of laughter escaping him. He let go of Draco’s hand, reaching back to rub at the back of his neck instead. “Well, I thought that you two were together—after that photo in The Prophet the other month, and how close you were. And…I mean, at the camp last weekend, I don’t think I was exactly subtle.”

“You rarely are,” Draco stated, his cheek dimpling as his lips twitched.

Harry grinned, “Yeah, well…he kept glaring at me, and I figured it was because he knew how I felt. About you.” He ran shaky fingers through his messy curls, glancing away as he felt his cheeks begin to flush. “So I thought, why would he like me, then? When it was obvious that I wanted you.” Draco inhaled sharply, but Harry kept forging on. He could not risk stopping at this point and not letting Draco know how he felt. “Anyway, Ginny disabused me of that notion. I, er…may not have been the most observant friend to her in recent months.”

“Ah, yes,” Draco hummed. “I assume that she informed you of whom Jesse is actually going out with, then?”

“Er…yes. When I saw them together on Saturday I thought Jesse was flirting with her—which, to be fair, he was—but I also thought that he was with you. Ginny came by the other day and told me that they were together, and that…well. She didn’t really say, actually.” Harry frowned, recalling how Ginny had urged him to talk to Draco. “But she said that there was a reason that Jesse didn’t like me…And that I should ask you about it.”

Draco’s breath hitched, and Harry raised his gaze to meet Draco’s wide-eyed stare. Harry licked his lips, eyes flickering across Draco’s face, before settling on his lips, reddened from where Draco had been chewing at them.

“Draco…” Harry started, voice deep and hoarse, hesitantly lifting his eyes to look into Draco’s, his heart beginning to thrum in his chest. “Why doesn’t he like me?”

Draco was silent, a deep flush spreading across his pale cheeks. The freckles across the bridge of his nose stood out and he looked to the side, nose wrinkling as if debating what to say. 

“You have to understand,” Draco started, voice soft, “that Jesse looks out for me. More than anyone has since the war…since my parents.”

“Alright…” Harry nodded slowly, fingers itching to reach out and hold Draco’s hand in his own again.

“He knows me. And he—” Draco swallowed thickly “—he doesn’t want to see me hurt.”

Draco’s words staked him in place. Harry felt frozen in fear, unable to breathe. Harry thought his entire body might burst into flames, hot hope licking over his skin.

He took a shuddering breath, shaky and unsure, “And Jesse thinks that I can hurt you…right?”

Draco tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he scoffed at Harry, “Potter…he knows that you can.”

Harry took a jolting step forwards, fingers hesitating in front of Draco. He desperately wanted to reach for the other man, to pull him forward. But he had to be sure.

“Draco…please,” Harry choked out, begging, “Tell me I have a chance.”

“Merlin, Potter. You are such an idiot,” Draco growled, voice vibrating deep in his throat as he took a quick step towards Harry. He lifted his hands, threading his fingers through Harry’s curls and pulling Harry forward.

Their lips crashed together, sharp and biting, and it hurt for how fierce it was. Harry gasped against Draco’s lips before a low groan tore itself from his throat and he melted. His fingers trembled, clutching at Draco’s hips and yanking him closer. 

For how explosive their initial collision was, it rapidly calmed. Desperation morphed into tenderness, lips slowing as they dragged against one another. Harry drew his hand up Draco’s firm back until his fingers tangled in silky hair. He tugged gently, a deep moan vibrating from the man’s throat before Draco pressed forward, pushing Harry backwards until he felt the solid wall of the sitting room against his back. Harry rested his hands against Draco’s hips, grasping at the sharp bones protruding above the seam of his trousers. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, searching for the warmth of Draco’s skin. 

Draco tore his lips from Harry’s own, nipping at skin as he kissed his way down Harry’s neck. “Harry—”

“Draco—” Harry stuttered “—wait.”

Draco froze, his fingers digging into Harry’s side. Harry gasped at the sudden pain.

Instantly, Draco began to pull away. “I apologize. I did not mean to—“

“Stop,” Harry groaned, darting forward and sucking Draco’s bottom lip between his own. When he leaned back, Draco’s eyes were wide as he stared down at Harry, pupils blown so that there was but a thin ring of silver outlining black. “I just meant…gods, Draco. I don’t want to rush into this. It’s not just about sex, for me.” He swallowed, looking up at Draco through his lashes. “I want—I need more than just tonight, with you.”

Draco’s eyes searched Harry’s for a few seconds, then abruptly, his shoulders relaxed. He laughed, a sharp, bright sound, “Merlin, you really are an idiot, Harry.”

“Wait…what?” 

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you (who are hopefully still here)✨♥️ Hope you had a great Day, Christmas and New Years! 🥰

Sorry, I had to take some time off! But I’m sure you all can relate to life just being unpredictable sometimes. I’m really trying to post more regularly again!

Hope to hear from all of you again✨

Have a fantastic remaining Valentine’s and see you Sunday ☺️🌻

Little Teddy with his godfather

"Over the next few hours they do a bit more damage to the room, but Harry can’t feel that badly about it when Teddy is sprawled out next to him, mostly asleep, absently chewing on his ear as the sun starts to rise."

From Chapter 25 of Way Down We Go by @xiaq

Could not get Harry's ear to Teddy's mouth without someone's anatomy looking extra funky, so Teddy gets a paw to chew instead.