After Loki returns back to Asgard, he views his family and self-being with an entirely new outlook. A hopeful continuation of him finding his self-identity and pulling away from the forces that pull him into the strings of fate. *Set directly after the events of the book 'Loki: Where Mischief Lies' written by Mackenzi Lee. **You don't necessarily need to have read the book before reading this. It might help to understand some characters and references so that you aren't confused, but I will explain most of them throughout the story.

He's known since the beginning that whatever this is -- was -- between him and Malfoy was just purely physical. Malfoy had made that abundantly clear. Harry, however, had fallen far too fast and too deep. It didn't make much sense back then and it still doesn't, even now. Yet, Harry, like a fool, had hoped for more. He should have stopped while he was ahead. And now, not only had Malfoy unwittingly ripped Harry's heart out, the blond had proceeded to trample all over it as well. "Goodbye, Potter." He murmurs, sounding just a touch wistful; his fingers tightening ever so slightly on Harry's hand. Cover Art: puking-pastilles (https://puking-pastilles.deviantart.com/) Drarry / angst / smut / fluff / Eighth Year / post-Hogwarts / boyxboy Warnings: Mpreg, Explicit Content (You have been duly warned.)

I mean the title summarizes it pretty well

~ Updates Tuesdays ~ ⚠Alert⚠ This story is not mine it belongs to @loveglowsinthedark and this is just an alternative format. I do not claim to own this nor am I making a profit from writing this. This is mostly for me anyways. I love your story it's amazing but hard for me to read as the original was all one chapter. After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him. Harry would have appreciated some warning that Alpha male werewolves can impregnate their male Veela mates. [Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the work of J.K. Rowling and is not my intellectual property. I intend no copyright infringement and seek no financial gain from this work. This work of fiction is purely for entertainment purposes and honestly, it's basically just porn.]

Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight. After Harry elbows his way into Draco's dark world, both boys find themselves in a strange new friendship, and they each learn new ways to see each other ... and themselves.

Harry has a show to put on and the last thing he needs is prima ballerina Draco Malfoy messing things up. But when Draco is injured, the two end up spending more time together and Harry wonders if maybe there's something between them after all? Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Muggle AU. Smut. 20.4K words.

When Draco's babysitter cancels on him, he has no option but to bring his son to work, despite the fact he has an extremely important day ahead of him. Rescue comes from the most unlikely of places, and Draco ends up having a day he never could have planned, or hoped for. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Muggle AU, smut. 13.4K words.

The Second Wizard War is over. Voldemort is dead, but the public wants revenge on his followers. Draco Malfoy is sentenced to life in Azkaban. After enduring months of torture, will Draco ever get out? The dementors are slowly eating him away. Will Harry Potter save him? And worse, will Draco ever recover? After being used and abused by Voldemort and thrown in jail, his mind and soul are broken. Crippled by his memories and conditioned not to fight back, Draco can't survive on his own. Will Harry save him again and help heal him? Hear his side of the story and find out whether he's a villain or a victim. Trigger warnings for panic attacks, attempted suicide, sexual abuse and self-harm. There are times when these are mentioned throughout the story, unlabeled. Other issues are substance abuse, eating disorders, PTSD flashbacks, bullying and general depravity. **This is for entertainment purposes only. All rights go to JK or whoever has them.

"The fire on his wrists cast shadows into his thoughts."