a fallen eyelash on his cheek. a small scar on his chin. barely visible, but magical mole above his left eyebrow. a shirt, half tucked in, that he bought a while ago. and of course his lips, raspberry coloured, sweet and inviting. these were just a few observations of a man in love. ©️hqheaven 2019

dear suga, I'm writing you this letter, because something isn't right... i think. ©️hqheaven 2018

oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime. two different people. two different places. and one love. ©️hqheaven 2016

Draco has three rules he's lived by ever since starting at Watford High. By the end of his senior year, he'll have broken each one.

"We can be friends, if you like," he says instead, nonchalant and careless. "What I'd like," Potter says seriously, "is to kiss you." Draco feels his jaw drop, feels the way his hair tumbles into his eyes when he whips around to stare at Potter. "What?" he breathes. "I think I'd like to kiss you," Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. "You think?" Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. Potter's eyebrows slide up briefly but then Draco can't think or act or speak or breathe because Potter is leaning in and cupping his cheek gently. "I know," Potter says simply, and kisses Draco.

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other's side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. 28k words. Smut.

Draco seems to have changed since the war, and he's insisting on making amends for his actions. But he's still a Malfoy, for heaven's sake... So, why does Harry find him so alluring? Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Smut. 8.5k words.

The war has left its mark on everyone. The Ministry, as usual, is only too happy to take advantage. But Harry won't let them destroy his home, no matter what he has to do to stop them. And no matter if a certain Draco Malfoy insists on getting him off track. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Smut. 41k words.

With the magic mistletoe trapping people until they kiss, what will happen when rivals are trapped beneath its invisable walls?

Hogwarts Eighth Year \\ Not Epilogue Compliant \\ hot/cold dynamics \\ Cuddling & Snuggling \\ One-shot \\ Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.