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red-eye
Harry got home a little after two in the morning, bleary-eyed, mouth bitter with the taste of airport canned-air and mints. Rolled the suitcase as quietly as he could, probably making a racket: two in the morning, and he was dizzy-tired, all emptied out from the long layover, and the two-hour wait on the runway, and the taxi ride he absolutely insisted on when his flight was delayed yet again.
Gently, gently opening the door, which creaked so loud the whole world had to have heard. Sneaking inside his own apartment: Draco would be fast asleep, would need to be up at half-five tomorrow for work. Harry’s chest squeezed at the thought, Draco all wrapped up in their duvet, rumpled and sleep-warm, and—
On the sofa, all twisted in between the cushions, arresting and lovely and still in his fancy trousers. With his mobile clenched in his fist. His neck’s going to kill him, and Harry forgot how to breathe.
“Darling,” barely able to swallow the grin. “Draco. Darling.”
“Hmm?” long eyelashes blinking. “Harry? What’s the—fuck, I fell asleep?” grumbling himself up into sitting, flushed and so, so, sweet. “I was going to stay up.” Frowning. “I was going to pick you up!”
“Sorry,” laughing, wrapping an arm around him, trailing kisses down his nose, cheek, neck. Draco’s scent, warm and lemony and familiar, intoxicating. “Silly creature. You have work in the morning.”
“I haven’t seen you in ten days,” Draco yawned into his neck. “Did you bring me anything.”
Still laughing, “Of course. C’mon, let’s get you to bed. It’s so late and you’re—darling, come on.”
To Draco’s grey eyes blinking up at him all sparkling with delight. “Gift first. You know the rules, Potter.” There was a mark on his cheek from where he rested it on his wrist. Harry felt lightheaded with it, a rush of fizzy, scorching affection.
“All right, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s truly a small one this time.”
Leaning away for his case with Draco hanging on to him, smile so thick it hurt his face. “You’re not making it easier,” mumbled into his hair, and a kiss on top of his head, irresistible. “Here, darling.” From the front zip pocket he produced the tiny stone, dark grey with a thin white vein crossing it. “From an actual river this time. I woke up at five the last day of the conference and hiked up the hill.”
“You’re mad,” Draco said, but his smile gleamed. “It’s hideous. I love it.”
“I’m the mad one,” herding him up and then down the corridor, “it’s three in the morning, you absolute knobhead. You’ve no time to sleep.”
“What a tragedy,” Draco said, then turned to pull on Harry’s tie, to pull him closer. “Suppose you’ll have to find a way to keep me up.”
Harry was knackered. He hadn’t slept well in ten days and the flight, and the delay, and the layover. In his own bedroom, with the sheets that smelled like heaven, with the soft light and, god, his bed, his real actual bed, so inviting and so—looked at Draco, felt this warmth sizzling in his belly and growing only warmer.
“Suppose so,” he conceded with a grin, and kissed him again.
It’s been ten days. The plant on the cabinet grew at least three new leaves. Harry missed this place so badly he was sick with it: now, with his partner in his arms, with his back muscles screaming and a no-sleep headache—now he was happy enough to melt. Did, a little, in Draco’s arms.
Home.
(For flufftober day 23. Find the soft AO3 collection here).
#drarry fic#so soft omg#600 words#flufftober2023#prompt: trinket#no magic AU#rockingrobin69#i know i keep writing this moment again and again but it truly never fails to amaze me#how coming home can feel so - deeply like coming home
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#21 - Lock, for @jilymicrofics
Rated T because of Teenagers.
For the fifth time, James rolled his eyes.
"I don't fancy her," he said. He'd repeated that sentence so many times, that James was almost believing in it; unfortunately, neither of his friends seemed to be buying it. "Why would I? She—she annoys me. She's friends with Snivellus. She isn't even that pretty."
Two truths, one big fat lie (with that lustrous dark red hair, green eyes that dazzled him, and a killer smile, Evans was the definition of pretty for James), but it seemed almost enough to impress his friends.
Then Sirius shook his head. "Prongs—you get all flushed when she's around."
"Maybe it's the reflection of her hair."
"You've been drawing sketches of her," added Peter.
"That—I'm an artist, I cannot choose who inspires me!"
"And you call her name in your... sleep."
James glared at Remus, who looked away hastily, but his friend didn't take back his words.
"It was just a random dream," he insisted.
It had not been random at all, but rather a continuation of the thoughts he'd entertained before sleeping—taking her to a flight above the Quidditch field, saying something smart that would make her laugh, impressing her with a daring dive, and when they landed on the grounds... now his dreams had been far more sensorial than his imagination. He could guess exactly how he had called her name then.
"Look," he said, almost desperate. He couldn't control how he felt about Lily Evans, but he could control what he told his friends, all of whom knew that he would never get a shot with Evans—she despised him. "You are all delusional."
Sirius exchanged a look with Remus and Peter before turning back to James. "So, you are telling me that if Evans harboured deep feelings for you—if she came marching here now and snogged you fully in front of everyone—you would just ignore it?"
For a moment, James relapsed, and he imagined Lily Evans throwing her arms around him, and kissing him right on the mouth. He was nearly sighing, but then he saw the knowing look on Sirius' face.
"It would be hard to ignore it," he said dignifiedly.
"He's got a point," laughed Peter.
"Oh, there is a better way of finding out anyway." Sirius grinned. "Evans is just around the corner." He waved his hand. "HEY, EV—"
James raised his wand at once. "Langlock!"
Sirius looked mortified at him, suddenly unable to speak, his tongue locked on the roof of his mouth. James threw him a victorious smile that vanished as soon as he realised that Evans had joined them anyway.
His gaze met hers before he looked away quickly, his face flushing.
"Potter," she called, sounding annoyed. "No spells on the corridors, you know it."
James glanced back at her, keeping his gaze at some point on her forehead, trying to avoid her green eyes. "I won't do it again, Evans," he said earnestly.
She stared at him, probably trying to figure out if he was joking or not; when James didn't say anything, she glanced at Sirius, still pointing furiously to his mouth.
"Won't you lift the jinx?"
"No spells on the corridors, remember?"
She almost chuckled. "I like Black more when he is quiet anyway," she mumbled, low enough so only he could hear it; then Evans winked and left with her friends.
James watched her go with a sigh. When he turned back, Sirius had his arms crossed, still unable to talk, but spotting a smirk that said too much in James' opinion.
"Oh, shut up."
#21 - Lock#jily microfic#600 words#Canon Jily#James is a silly teenager here#I imagine this is set somewhere in the beginning of 5th year#before he admitted his feelings for Lily#Jily#Jily Fic
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Unspoken
McShep, Rated G, first kiss, fluff, getting together
Post shrine. Because Rodney running to John's room meant more to both of them than they admitted. And they both knew it. (inspired by this post from @johnsheppard-assshaker)
John sat at his desk, staring at the cursor blinking on his screen. Mission reports sucked. Mission reports detailing the near death and stupidly risky brain surgery of your best friend? Those sucked ten times worse. He already couldn't get the images out of his head. Rodney's dazed expressions and awkward movements as his body and mind were stolen from him. Taking a deep breath, he looked to the ceiling, staring at the light there until dots danced across his vision in an attempt to chase away the thoughts.
A swift rapping came at his door and he shut his eyes, rubbing his palms into them in an effort to correct his vision. "Come in," he hollered.
It was Rodney. Alive and well, granted very tired looking and with a bandage still across his forehead. "Uh, hi."
"Hey," John greeted back and stood walking around to be next to his friend. "She released you? I hadn't heard."
The scientist humed softly, not quite meeting John's eye as his hand drifted up to lightly touch said bandage. He seemed off–nervous but not in the panicky way his nerves normally presented.
"Everything okay?" John prodded shifting closer and thinking the door closed.
"I, uh, this is awkward," Rodney started and cleared his throat. "About when I was sick, I remember a lot of what happened actually, and about that night…"
John swallowed tightly as a lump settled in his throat, choking him off. Yeah, he remembered too. Was trying really hard not to. It hurt, it hurt too much.
Rodney rushing to his room, pounding on his door, bursting in and holding onto him like he–John–was the only anchor left to his sanity. How frantic Rodney had been about waking up without him there. The unspoken things that had passed between them in that short conversation, that had hung high and loft above them as they sipped beer together under the stars.The evening hard and touching, intimate and depressing all at once.
"What about it?" John made himself say and he knew it came out tight and froggy.
"I'm sorry for how I acted, for running here and– I mean because that was ridiculous, right? Acting like that, like you were–" he drifted off, the last few words being spoken softer, sadder as he lost momentum.
"No," John rebuffed quickly, taking a half step closer. He wanted to reach out to grip Rodney's shoulders just like he had that night. Wanted to say so many of those unspoken things, but he didn't know how.
Rodney met his eyes, and John knew he didn't have to say anything. He couldn't pretend like things hadn't shifted between them, and if the soft nearly pleading look in Rodney's eyes was any give away he couldn't either. So John did it–did what he'd wanted to that night and held back because Rodney had been sick and vulnerable, and it wouldn't have been fair.
Dipping in to kiss the other man was easy for multiple reasons. One because he was already so close; and two, because Rodney didn't put up a fight. Stood there and let it happen, meeting him halfway, head subtly inclining to John as he moved.
"Did I say something I don't remember that night?" Rodney asked when they parted. His tone was thoughtful, and John got the impression that he was asking himself the question more than anything.
"No," John supplied, bringing his hands up to hold Rodney like he had that night. Hands on his shoulders squeezing with reassuring and possessive fingers. "You didn’t have to say it."
"Maybe I want to," Rodney said back, but those were the last words said for some time as John pulled him in for another long deserved, well overdue kiss.
#McShep#look i wrote something again!#wow this feels strange#the shrine#stargate atlantis#first kiss#getting together#love confessions#but without saying i love you#canon divergence#missing scene#mini fic#fanfiction#fic writing#rodney mckay#john sheppard#600 words#fluff#no beta we die like men
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‘I Love You’
8th august prompt: tattoo by @jegulus-microfic
600 words
tw: off-screen character death, depression(?), angst, somewhat canon timeline
james was just about to pick up the television remote when he heard an ear piercing scream from sirius. he rushed into the room the other man was in. he was rereading a letter in his hands while hot tears continuously spilled from his eyes has he just stood there trying to make sense of it.
‘what’s wrong?’ james asked. it can’t be anything related to regulus, right? it just can’t. regulus was safe at the black manor, at least that was what he said in the last letter from a week ago.
no reply from the older black brother. james asked once again, this time more worriedly. still not a single word was uttered from sirius, just tear after tear, sob after sob. james finally took the parchment out of sirius’s hand and read it. james couldn’t comprehend what he was reading. no, the letter can’t be real. his friends are probably playing a prank on the two of them. then it hit him, they’re no longer teenagers in school having prank wars, they’re in the middle of a real one that’s taking away so many innocent lives.
“i’m sorry. i am so sorry. if you are reading this letter, that means i’m no longer alive and kreacher sent this to you. i am sorry sirius, i should have been braver and followed you when you asked me to. and james, what more can i say other than ‘i love you’. when i told back in 6th grade that i would die for you, i didn’t think there would ever be a time i would need to. since voldemort has gained power, i’ve fought every day to stay alive but this is time, i have to die, i died to protect you. neither of you can come after me, ok? don’t come looking for me, cuz you’ll only reach your death, and the world isn’t ready for you to leave them, especially with voldemort still in power. so please, continue fighting, fight for me, please.
- r.a.b.”
james sulked for weeks on end. sirius had remus to comfort him, who did james have? it was supposed to be regulus, his regulus, now he had no one. lily came at least once a week, usually with food, to cheer james up. sirius and remus came every other day since they lived in the apartment opposite him. but what could they do? they couldn’t bring his beloved reggie back to him. not a single person could. james doubted that even merlin could bring regulus back to him.
3 months later…
james was doing better, still grieving, but doing better. he decided he wasn’t going to let regulus’s sacrifice go to waste, he continued helping the order. he continued fighting voldemort and the death eaters. he’d met barty twice after losing regulus, both times neither of them could attack each other, the memory of regulus still fresh.
james had kept the letter, the one that brought word of his lover’s death. he kept it and read it so often he’d already had the words memorised. he decided to get the words ‘i love you’ tattooed onto his ring finger, where the wedding ring would usually sit. he brought the letter as a reference, he wanted it to be in reggie’s tidy scrawl.
the last thought james had before death took him was that he would finally be reunited with regulus in the afterlife, after suffering for 2 years without him. he would finally be able to feel regulus against his skin, to be loved by and to love regulus with all his heart.
#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#harry potter#regulus and james#james fleamont potter#regulus arcturus black#james potter x regulus black#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus fic#jegulus microfic#600 words#canon timeline#regulus drowned#james is depressed#regulus x james#sirius black#remus lupin#lily evans#maraudersera#marauders fandom#marauder era#marauder
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Slumping against her, he didn't seem to understand what was happening. What had happened. Until–
"You found me," he murmured as – incredulous and strained and so vulnerable – he focused on her.
A Man and a Girl and a Drabble update! Chapter 49: Roses and Rain
#arya x jaqen#jaqen x arya#arya stark#jaqen h'ghar#jaqarya#my stuff#got#asoiaf#fanfiction#ao3#modern au#modern westeros#600 words#i need you like a poet needs the pain#a man and a girl and a drabble
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Whumptober 2022 drabbles ficlet
Day Four | Dead on you feet
Hidden Injury | Can’t Pass Out
‘Almost there.’
For real this time. He could see light shining between the trees. He prayed it meant someone was actually inside. His vision was blurring at the edges. Knuckles knew he was reaching his limit. He couldn’t carry them further tonight if this didn’t work out. The next safe house was two zones away, and when he’d tried to radio in—before the comm had gone dead—he’d received no answer from the Chaotix. If nothing else—if nobody was inside—perhaps he’d find the medical kit still intact.
The extra weight—it really should have been nothing to him, but he was struggling. He was exhausted. He hurt ALL OVER. And he wasn’t allowing himself to think past, ‘get them to safety,’ because it had been MUCH too long already. His pain didn’t matter. All that mattered was the little fox cradled in his arms, and his best friend who clung to his back, barely conscious at this point.
‘Almost there now.’
Knuckles swayed precariously, and almost stumbled his next step. The door was just ahead. He crossed the space, and raised a fist to knock, but the door swung open before he could make contact. Instead there was a click, and the he was staring down the barrel of a gun.
“What are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, Knuckles stared back dazed, unsure if he was dreaming this.
“Shadow! What the hell’s wrong with you?! Let them in.”
Rouge unceremoniously, pushed the gun away from his face, and turned to face him for a first good look.
“Oh Hell. Knuckles! What happened to the three of you? Nobody has heard a word from your team in four days!” She reached out for a spot on his arm, and tugged. “Come inside. Sit down.”
It took Knuckles a disconcerting amount effort to resist that pull, but he did, and held out Tails instead.
“Take them first.”
His own voice sounded foreign to him.
For a moment Rouge looked like she’d protest, but then nodded with a tight expression, and took Tails from his arms. She turned and passed him to Shadow who was still at her side, with instructions to “lay him on the bed.”
“Omega get over here,” she called next, then helped Knuckles disentangle Sonic from his back, and similarly sent him away with their robot companion.
Without all the extra weight Knuckles suddenly felt so light—he was floating. It felt strange. He wasn’t sure if he felt relived or…
Hands grabbed him firmly just below each of his shoulders.
“—kles… Knuckles. Look at me.”
Knuckles blinked. It took him a moment to focus on… ‘Oh.’
“Rouge?”
“Knuckles, are you injured?”
“Huh? No… mm’just… really tired.”
“Knuckles, look at me. What happened?” He stared at her along time. What… happened? A slew of memories flashed across his thoughts.
“Sonic…Tails! Where—”
He shrugged himself half out of her grip, looking about wildly, but hands fell around his waist to hold him in place.
“Stop. They’re fine. They’re OKAY! You did it Knuckles. You got them to safety, alright? Calm down. Take a brea—”
Rouge’s words dropped off suddenly, and when he followed her gaze down, she was staring at her own glove soaked in blood. Her eyes darted back up to him, wide with fear.
“You’re bleeding. Knuckles, fuck. You’re…” She felt around his side for a moment looking for the source, and applied pressure when she found it.
“SHADOW! Get back in here!” she yelled toward the next room. “You said you weren't injured!”
Knuckles stared back at her in a daze. His vision went blurry, then everything faded black.
#whumptober2022#no.4#Dead on your feet#sonic the hedgehog#fic#not a drabble#ficlet#600 words#sonic & knuckles#knuckles the echidna#I really meant to just write a drabble#opps#couldn't even keep it at 500#fuck it#who needs sleep?#(it's me) I need it desperately
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Since people seem to have rediscovered my old 600 words sseries and I for some reason can't make them unrebloggable (I'm guessing because they're so old tumblr's spaghetti code just doesn't work properly for them?), just a note that there's a risk they contain inaccuracies and that I didn't finish the series and have no plans to do so, since I now find it more reductive than useful to break words into categories that wide.
I'm glad people find them useful, but yeah, the series is incomplete and I won't make the remaining posts.
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James stopped in his tracks.
He and Sirius had just finished their meeting with Moody at the Ministry. They’d been on their way out. They weren’t far at all from the fireplaces from which they would floo back home.
And yet he had stopped.
And yet he couldn’t move.
Because here, clear across the room, standing alone, was Regulus.
And he was staring straight back at James.
They hadn’t seen each other since James had left Hogwarts, not once. They’d barely seen each other at all in James’ final year.
The two years that they’d spent together, all of those secret, blessed moments, had been hidden away in James’ memory. Never gone entirely, but repressed as much as possible, to dull the pain.
But he was here.
He’d seen the moment Regulus saw him. Saw him do the double take and stop short.
Sirius hadn’t noticed and had kept walking, but James hadn’t had the bandwidth to stop him.
He only had eyes for Regulus.
James couldn’t break the spell Regulus had over him.
Not magical, no. And not cruel either.
It was the same ache he’d always had, ever since their break up. Ever since Regulus had chosen the Dark Lord over James.
That wasn’t how Regulus had phrased it of course. It wasn’t even how he’d intended it. But it was how it had felt.
James had given him every chance to get out, had offered help to him at every turn, but he had never wanted to listen.
Sirius noticed eventually.
“James. James.”
But James still couldn’t force himself to look away.
“James, we have to get out of here.”
From the tone of his voice, James could tell that Sirius knew exactly who he was looking at, knew why he had stopped.
“He’s a fucking Death Eater.”
James finally turned away. “I know that, don’t you think I fucking know that?”
Sirius punched his shoulder. “Then act like it.”
Sirius put a hand on James’ back and forcefully pushed him forward.
James knew he would have to go, knew he couldn’t stay. The years and distance between them were too great to breach now.
But he couldn’t resist one more glance back.
And Regulus was still looking at him, still staring like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
-
Regulus stayed stock still for a long time after James left.
He hadn’t thought he’d ever see him again.
Hadn’t thought he’d have to face him in person.
They hadn’t spoken a word, but he’d felt like all of his sins were on display, all of his crimes laid out for James to know, and to judge.
He’d known it would hurt, the moment he saw him again.
And he knew that it would hurt for a long time, now that the wound had been reopened.
Regulus steeled himself.
He had to meet with Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange, and they could sense weakness from a mile away and would pounce like sharks if they got the sense that there was blood to be devoured.
He hid his ghosts away in the back of his mind, saving this memory of James to dream of later.
The dream that Regulus could have been the one with him, the one escaping by Floo.
It was never his lot.
Once Sirius had escaped his birthright, there was never a world in which Regulus could too.
But he could dream.
He could dream of James, and of the seaside, like they used to imagine together.
Not now, but later.
Now, he closed off his emotions, schooled his features, and walked further into the ministry, further into his destiny.
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Fanfic No. 3: Its always bound to happen
Type of Fic: Canon compliant, romance, .6k word oneshot, rated T
“A oneshot percyannabeth.”
Main Characters: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase
December 29, 2006
Length: Lengthwise it was pretty short and had a weird flow. Thankfully it was not a block of text, but a collection of thin lines in my opinion can be just as frustrating to read.
Formatting and Content: There was very little plot as this fic was only one scene and one that focused more on the characters but some more description and context would be helpful. There were minimal grammatical errors.
Characterization: The characterization felt strange, but that is mostly due to the time period. In this fic, we get a lot of Percy’s perspective and only a glimpse at Annabeth but also with only the first two books out in 2006 (The Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters) the author hasn’t seen as much depth with these characters that we are used to, so the fic will naturally feel skewed.
Reception: There are 78 reviews that are mostly positive and respond to the AN. it is also interesting to note that at this time the ship name “Percabeth” is still not mainstream but many reviews from later years use the ship name and are surprised the author did not. There are also 34 favorites and 16 follows.
Author: Author Rii Patts tells us on their account that fanfiction is their guilty pleasure but not much else. In the AN the author asks for reviews and (lightly) threatens to “Throw Oreos at [the] front door” of people who don’t review. We can see from this and the writing style that this author is pretty young and inexperienced but passionate and excited about fanfiction. Account went inactive in 2012 so we can only wish them the best.
Impact: I wish I knew more about this fic but there was just so little context to go off of that we almost didn’t include it in the archive. It’s very interesting to see how these characters are being perceived as the books come out so I don’t want to say I liked it or I didn’t because everything from the author’s writing style to canon itself is still in the works!
Confused? Read our fanfiction rules and criteria here!
#the pjo archive#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson books#percy jackson#canon compliant#Rii Patts#romance#600 words#.6k words#annabeth chase#december 2006#2006#rated t#minimal grammar errors#positive reception#oneshot#complete#ooc#a little bit ooc#it's hard to say because author is working with a fraction of what we have now tbh
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In rewatching the season, I'm noticing how clever Aabria and Brennan were in crafting Tula's story. How well thought out everything was.
Specifically, the bear. It's been mentioned so many times before, but with the context of the completed season, I cannot help but be in awe at the skilful storytelling at display here. The way in which the Blue is described to appear wrong only in reference to Tula and her heart, the way in which Tula talks about curiosity and and having experienced knowing someone who died because of it. Of how Aabria describes to Izzy how Tula looks when she heals the bear, of how Aabria specifically points out that Tula recognises the commonalities between herself and the bear. These breadcrumbs that mean little in the beginning, that tell everything at the end. It's amazing, stunning, masterful storytelling. I am in awe.
#text_loke#meta from loke#Burrow's End#Burrow's End Spoilers#Aabria Iyengar#Brennan Lee Mulligan#i am forever in awe tbh#also the way i gasped at several of brennan and aabria's lines this episode#i'll need to pull some quotes from that whenever i get on my computer#and i desperately need to write a fic about everything that happened from Tula's perspective#but that would be AFTER i finally manage to finish the little beast i'm working on about that Last Fight from Tula's pov#'cos BOY i have a feeling i will write a lot. just 600 words on the intro before 'kill them all'. so y'know. a wordy little thing...#anyway. i love burrow's end so much. i cannot stop thinking about it#Dimension 20 Spoilers#D20 Spoilers
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Routine
“Harry, wait, you’ve—your bloody jacket,” stopped him at the doorway with a roll of his eyes, this long-suffering look that failed to hide a smile. “Getting a little forgetful in our old age?”
“Shut up,” Harry laughed, deliriously fond. “I wouldn’t have to rush out if someone didn’t take so long in the bathroom.”
“Did you believe all this happens naturally?” shaking his long, lovely hair in emphasis. Harry, who’d seen this trick a thousand times before, drank the sight hungrily: Harry, who’d seen Draco when he just woke up this morning, knew the statement for the rubbish it was.
“Cute. You’re stalling, and I’m going to be late.”
Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Not exactly holding you here by the tie, am I.”
Disappointedly: “Hmm. I suppose not.” Rectifying immediately with a step closer, arms wrapping around Draco; inhaling deep the sharp smell of his aftershave, of his fancy face cream Harry still occasionally had to lick.
“Now who’s stalling,” but his voice was soft, punctuated with tiny kisses to his jaw. “Harry. You’ll be late. And you’ve got that lecture today, the one you kept droning on and on about.”
While he had one arm around Harry’s shoulders, a hand threading through his hair. “It’s only, I’m a little entangled here. See, I’ve got this partner who keeps insisting he’s not clingy.”
“Surely he’s not. Did you consider the fact you’re extremely touchable? And besides that he’s maybe a bit gone for you, and cannot be blamed. Not so early in the morning. What? Stop looking at me like that, you started it, and I wouldn’t take so long to wake up if you hadn’t insisted on staying up late last night, with your,” stopped to laugh, croaky and loud in Harry’s ear, to shake his head with his eyes all grey.
A burst of it in his chest, star-bright. “You love me,” Harry said, stupidly, helplessly happy.
“Shock and awe.”
“You love me,” grinning like a fool, crushing Draco closer by the hips, peppering his face with kisses: “you really do.”
“Every bloody morning,” but he was laughing too. “You’re a ridiculous man, Harry Potter.”
“And you still love me.”
Draco, in his arms, dramatic and fidgety. “And yet I somehow still do.”
“Darling,” giddy with it, rubbing his nose against Draco’s cold one. “You’re freezing. You should get back inside, get some sleep.”
“I would, only there’s this brute who won’t let me go.”
The thought of him back in bed, wrapped under a warm duvet was slightly devastating. Trying for a brave smile, “Well, did you consider you’re very touchable.”
“Am I? That’s news to me.”
A huff, and affection tearing through him, impossibly tight: “Right, okay,” forcing his hands away, his legs a step back. “I really have to go.”
“Wait,” Draco said, forehead crinkling, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
“You already brought me my jacket.”
“Fuck your jacket. Something actually important.”
“Oh!” sweeping him in his arms once again, delighting in the way his head tilted up, expectantly, for a kiss. In delivering one at a time, deliberate. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Draco allowed this for a moment longer, then pushed Harry away, flushed and awfully dear. “All right, off you go. Did you know you’re an utter sap.”
“Only for you.”
The long-suffering look. “Oh, the things one is willing to put up with.” But he stayed there, bracing a bare shoulder against the doorway, and it was morning-cold outside, and he couldn’t really hide the smile.
“Yes, poor you,” Harry said, and kissed him again just because.
(Flufftober day 3. Find the soft AO3 collection here).
#drarry fic#just a collection of soft moments#this time: a morning#flufftober2023#prompt: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”#but make it routine. this gush of excitement when your partner of many years says the silliest things#when they love you.#isn't it always a bit of a surprise and a bit of a marvel#rockingrobin69#600 words
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The sound of the barking seals (8/16)
A fog hangs over them. Eri leans over the balcony, over the ocean.
“I don’t understand why you want to leave.” He says.
//
She sets the silverware around the table.
“Leave it, allow me,” says her husband, gently taking the spoons out of her hand. He brushes a loose hair out of her face and smiles. It’s one of a million ways he shows her he cares.
She sits and he sets the table.
//
She’s putting on her coat in the middle of the night and slipping out to sea.
The ocean is cold and dark. She takes a deep breath and pumps the briny water in and out of her lungs. It’s hard work; it’s heavier than air. She can’t even see where she’s going. She kicks her tail and swims deeper and deeper and feels the layers of the ocean turn new kinds of cold. It tugs at her hair and pulls out her braid.
//
Her husband opens the curtains early in the morning to let in the sun. He helps her find her hair tie and rests his head on her lap as she braids her hair.
//
“Selkie aren’t real. Do you think they are?”
Yes
“Maybe they choose to be human. It’s not like mermaids in that way. They can choose.”
Not really. They're still selkies, aren’t they?
“Maybe. I guess, if they are real, that’s the only reason why they’d still exist, if it wasn’t a choice.”
Eri knows what he means. If her husband could choose, he’d never want to be anything but human.
//
On the balcony, he repeats himself, “I don’t understand.”
He means it as a question. As a demand. It’s how he means to say “I love you, be something I can understand.”
//
Deep in the ocean one night she sees them. Swimming in the distance. She hears them. Barking, laughing, singing. They are not human. Eri cannot name her jealousy, so she turns her back and swims to the castle.
//
Maybe I don’t have a choice.
//
She refuses to go out tonight. She locks her coat in a chest under her bed.
“What’s that, my love?”
It’s nothing. It’s a choice I’m making.
//
Eri’s husband is out of town this week. She leans out over the balcony and rests her eyes on the dark ocean. She can’t see them from here. She can’t even hear them barking, laughing, singing.
She remembers her husband: “They only exist because they don’t have a choice.”
Eri named her jealousy. If she didn’t have a choice, she would be like them. Maybe the castle would flood one day and she’d be swept out to sea.
//
The ladies are over for tea. No one gets to choose, they laugh. Life is miserable, but this is what we do. Chin up. Pass the sugar.
//
Eri unlocks her coat and swims out to sea. She chooses that this will be the last time.
She swims far enough and deep enough so she can hear the others like her. They are barking, and laughing, and singing. They call each other by name.
They choose each other, Eri realizes. They choose themselves.
What name would they call me, in their own language? In my own language, in our own language. If I could choose my name.
//
“It’s my choice.” Eri tells the human. “I get to choose this.”
“No, Eri, no. If you were choosing, you wouldn’t choose this. You would be alone. You would be in danger. You would be far away from the life you’ve built and the world you know. How could you choose this? You’ve been tricked. Let me help you.”
“No. I choose no. Even if it was a choice I’d still choose this.”
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Illustration for my new BingYuan modern cultivation AU Heartbreak and Other Foreplay, in which Luo Bingge mistakes Shen Yuan for his shitty brother and gets domesticated for his troubles.
Art is gouache on watercolor paper.
#luo binghe#shen yuan#svsss#svsss fanart#svsss fanfiction#my art#my fic#bingqiu#bingyuan#fanart#i've gone through 600 thousand titles for this fucking thing i don't even know what words are anymore help#HaOF
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steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.
then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES
and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.
and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there
#and i think its beautiful. this was not supposed to be like 600 words long lol#im just so tired of the 'sorry i used to bully you...' of it all like WHAT?? HE DIDNT DO THAT?? WOULD EDDIE NOT HAVE MENTIONED THAT-#SHIT IN HIS SPEECH ABOUT STEVES TRUE CHARACTER???? HES LIKE 'i thought u were an asshole lol' COS IT WAS ALL IMPRESSIONS AND GOSSIP#also im tempted to write or add what eddies perspective would have been but it would be a MUCH SHORTER post imo#oho another popular jock roaming the halls well those things are a dime a dozen. time to throw pretzels at my friends#steve#eddie#steddie#📼#🎱#edit... i drafted this in....... april........ LMFAO#🪩
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ʚїɞ Not just a little crush ʚїɞ
ʚїɞ Port mafia!Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader
ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!
ʚїɞ word count: 1k
ʚїɞ Tw’s: literally nothing, just pure fluff of him being down bad
ʚїɞ This is literally just 1k words of Pmzai being down bad, whipped, even lovesick, for his crush🤷♀️
How did he end up like this?
The youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, The demon Prodigy, one of the most feared people in Yokohama if not the whole of Japan, Dazai Osamu has fallen in love.
He tried to tell himself that it wasn't that. That the nice feeling he got whenever he was around you was just because of him standing near, or spending time with a friend, a close one, but denial can go on only for so long.
The brunette at first thought that his crush, as Chuuya had called it when he had caught onto Dazai's more than normally weird behavior, was one-sided. After all, there was no way that someone like you could love him, that just wasn't a possibility in Dazai's mind, yet you decided to go against his calculations once again, you seemed to like doing that and causing him to freak out.
It wasn't too long before he realized that, just maybe, you did at least like him in a romantic way, some acts just couldn't be brushed off as a friend gesture.
One thing he just couldn't brush off, as well as it being the reason he realized his crush may not be one-sided, was him remembering one of the times you cooked him food, even though you were aware how picky he could get with that matter.
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A figure with brown-haired locks could be seen walking on the deserted sidewalk. Moonlight shone on him as he arrived at his destination, your house.
You always greeted him so sweetly, especially when compared to all the people in his life. Welcomed him like he was a classmate, a friend, a normal person that you both knew he wasn’t. He wasn't treated like a superior, like someone who would kill if the smallest mistake was made around him, and Dazai knew that he liked it from the very start.
Dazai had thought before how would it be if you somehow were in the PM, but to his surprise, he realized he hated, even despised that idea. Something about the concept of someone like you, a person who in his eyes could be an angel for all he cares, being in a dark place full of violence and death like the Port Mafia, was just absolutely not right.
Dazai had arrived at your door, not having to wait long after knocking for the door to be opened by you.
“Dazai?”
You. Oh, the lovely little thing that you were in his eyes. Innocent compared to him, a civilian who somehow met and befriended a feared mafioso without the slightest care in the world.
He had no idea how he managed to get where he was, but he had no regrets.
“Yes, me! Now let me in, it's damn cold!”
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You disliked crab.
In fact, you disliked most seafood, he was perfectly aware of it, and yet, you did this just for him.
A crab that could as well look like it was made by a restaurant chef laid in front of him on the table. It looked well-seasoned, the crab’s shell was purely gotten rid of, and the smell wasn’t overwhelming like a lot of food tends to be like to him… you really thought it out carefully.
“What is this?” It was kind of a stupid question, but he wanted to know your reasons.
“What do you mean? I thought you liked crab?”
“I do-”
“Then shush and eat, you stick.”
What did you just call him? Did he hear it right?
“...’Stick’?” You turned to look at him as he said that, stopping the cleanup you were doing just moments before.
“Yes, have you seen yourself? When was the last time that you ate a proper meal, dear?”
Oh. Goddammit. Don’t get him started on the pet names. He was aware that you used it on people you considered close to you, as long as they agreed, and he’s been lowkey embarrassed ever since you asked for his permission to use them on him, or more like embarrassed on how fast he agreed to that. Dazai didn’t know why he liked it so much, maybe it was because of how no one ever referred to him as such, maybe it was the way you sounded when you addressed him with them, or maybe it was entirely just the fault of your voice but he simply didn’t care anymore.
“I think we both know that you’d rather not know the answer.” His answer caused you to let out a soft sigh, but what he said was kind of true. In truth, he would answer that it was the last time he ate at your place, which on one side wasn’t that long ago, but otherwise, he barely eats anything. You and Chuuya were the only ones getting any kind of nutrition into his body, which he supposed he should be thankful for… not like he’s ever going to voice it out.
“Right. Now eat, I don't need you collapsing on my floor.”
“But I don't wanna!” If any of his subordinates saw him like this, whining because of food, they would be dead on the spot, but he's alone with you, and he’s been over being embarrassed about his behavior with you a long time ago.
You sighed, and he knew that you were about to use the biggest thing you have on the brunet against him, just to get him to eat… Not like that wasn't Dazai’s plan from the start, he's gotta get his fair share of you, doesn't he?
“You eat the most you can and you get cuddles.”
“With you playing with my hair?”
You smiled softly and said, “I'll even add head kisses to the mix.” knowing damn well that it’s gonna win him over.
You knew what you were doing, you had to, and he didn't mind as long as you kept your side of the deal. He's gonna finish that damn plate if it means affection from his favorite person will be solely on him for as long as he wants it.
Hearts, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated
#another thing he cannot brush off is how affectionate reader is with him with no hesitation <3#me looking at the word count expecting to see that I wrote 500-600 words but saw 1019 words: WHA- HUH???😰😭#anyway i love this sm#bsd x reader#bsd x gender neutral reader#bsd x you#bsd x y/n#x reader#bsd#bungo stray dogs#dazai x reader#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#port mafia x reader#port mafia dazai#port mafia dazai x reader#mafia dazai x reader
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they kept reigen out of the pathetic man tournament because they knew he was overqualified for that one
#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arakata#that person also put dio in that tournament which is lol#gojo and dazai both on one side of the bracket and i am confident reigen would have smoked both of them#bro why is aizawa there that's like the least pathetic person in mha#if you didn't see my reblog mentioning that reigen is the final boss: i know he's the final boss quit telling me#this post got 600+ reblogs you aren't the only one who knows that stfu#1k#also just quit trying to explain what words mean in fandom context when i didn't ask nor expressed the lack of understanding#goddamn 😭
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