Frankentstein, When He Realizes His Actions Have Consequences: Oh No! Who Made All Of This Happen To

i have once again reread running on air

i physically cannot see them romantically no matter what. like they can be making out and it’s still literally just a gay guy and his girl best friend

my mom, constantly shitting on Mike and calls him an asshole and a jerk:

Me, a filthy Mike Kinnie:

I'm having trouble thinking of where to go in the fic I've posted, and in hopes of being slightly productive with my time, have returned to an unfinished Au. I've gotten stuck on one part though, which isn't too big of a deal, but I'd like some input. If they were forced to stay in a room with only one bed, do yall think Alex would let Nigel take the bed and sleep on the floor, or would he make Nigel sleep on the floor? I'm kinda torn bc I feel like he'd think he deserves the bed more, but I also think he'd have a bit of a soft spot for Nigel and wouldn't want him on the floor

8th year Harry:- wears eyeliner, baggy jeans and oversized hoodie (+tattoos), simultaneously does wandless magic and speaks parseltongue.

Draco:-

"why do you love reading will's POV so much?"

gracefully avoiding people and gatherings that don’t align with my peace while manifesting more books to read, more cups of coffee, more kindness and care for myself in the coming days.

repeat after me.

QUEER CHARACTERS ARE NOT PLOT DEVICES FOR STRAIGHT CHARACTERS.

microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour then had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.

i have so much heart warming love for you, it’s melting me