Daddy vs Zaddy (Patreon)

Why, yes, I am a dirty millennial that loves pink! How did you know?

ANYWAY, here's some hot middle aged Daddies Drarry! I really enjoyed making this. I wasn't sure I would, but I love how it came out. I so rarely get to draw round men.

If you need some chubby Draco and Harry, here are a few favorites:

• Daddy Issues by hoko_onchi - hilarious middle aged Draco/ Harry (Thank you stsmith for this rec! I loved it!)

• Evolving by KenobiBuck - sexy middle aged Ron/ Draco

• Auld Acquaintance by aibidil - old Draco/ harry

• The Thicc Thighs Save Lives Collection (19 works, multiple pairings)

• I'm fairly sure aibidil has more I don't remember precisely

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Tags: middle age | queer culture | parenting | fluff

"Am I zaddy?" Harry throws open the covers and crawls into bed with his husband. Draco sits against the headboard as always, book in hand and readers perched on his nose. 

"If either of us is, I am obviously zaddy. You wore a jumper with holes. Again." 

“I love this jumper,” he mumbles as it pulls it over his head and tosses it onto his bedroom chair of not-quite-dirty-but-not-clean laundry. Draco doesn’t have a chair. “I thought Zaddy was just a daddy that uses ze/zir pronouns?” 

Draco sighs and slips a bookmark between pages. “I do appreciate that daddy seems to be gender neutral.”

“Kai insists.” 

“Kai is a harridan.” 

“Is harridan gender neutral?”

“It is now. I will make exceptions for them.” Draco sighs again and tucks his book away on his nightstand. “I do so look forward to Scorpius and Albus outgrowing The Mean Gays phase. Hopefully they’ll find better friends.” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry smirks while scooting closer to Draco, “Mean Gay worked out quite well for you.” 

Draco shoves him playfully. “Only because you thrive under a little abuse.” 

“Blame the trauma.” He smiles and tucks himself into Draco’s side. “So is zaddy just a mean daddy?”

Draco pulls his phone from the charger, types furiously, and scowls at the screen. “‘Zaddy refers to a sexually attractive older man, who is fashionable, stylish, and/or charismatic’.”

“So…you?”

“Was that not what I first said?” Draco asks indignantly. 

Harry laughs and turns to lay his head on Draco’s shoulder. “I should know better than to question you.”

“I should think so,” he huffs. 

“So I’m not zaddy?”

“You possess two of the four required characteristics. You are half a zaddy…which may just be a daddy.” 

“Hmm.” Harry turns, trying to position his body under the covers just enough to stay cool but cover his stomach. It’s not comfortable. “I thought we were just bears now? Scorp said we were bears.”

“You’re a bear. I am, quite tragically, an aged twink.” Draco signs dramatically which makes Harry smile.

“So you don’t mind?”

“Being an aged twink? I mind tremendously. Malfoys are famed for their vanity.”

Harry smiles because he knows Draco is putting it on. He’s vain, but he’s never minded ageing, so long as he doesn’t look like his father. Draco’s too grateful to be alive to mind the wrinkles. Harry still isn’t used to being alive. He tucks himself closer, feels the press of their stomachs and hates it. He was fit once, when his body didn’t belong to him. It was the Dursleys’ first, then Dumbledore’s, then he signed it over to the aurors. The last one might’ve been his choice, but his body was government property and they knew it. Only now, retired and teaching, is it his own. “Me,” he mumbles, hiding himself in the cover of blankets and Draco’s warmth. 

“You’re an imbecile.” Draco reaches out to tenderly cup his face, dragging his thumb along his lips and tracing the greys in his beard. “Allow me to share a secret.” Draco leans in, lips against the shell of his ear, “If you come any closer, my cockstand is liable to take your eye out, that is how much I mind.”