harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon v.2
harry potter uncanon drabble-a-thon v.2
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
RULES:
1. All characters must be at least of consensual age (sixteen!) in order to be written sexually.
2. All genres are welcome! Slash, Het, Femmeslash, Angst, Romance, Humor, ANYTHING. Just make sure it fits the prompt! :)
3. No "seconding" prompts! It doesn't help get anything written, so just write it ( Read more... )
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Draco presses the petal to his lips, sweetly savoring its strange caress. Its texture is a paradox - soft, yet rough. It reminds him of nights long past, when the smell of such flowers would permeate his flat. Somehow those days are long gone now, and all he has left is a petal; the long blonde stem, with roots that were as entangled in the War as he was, is now gone.
He remembers that embrace, those warm nights when evil lashed at their windows; he remembers the smoothness and the sureness and the divine simplicity of it all. But now that’s gone, and all he has is this petal to his lips, as paradoxical as she once was.
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“Insufferable?”
“Yes. Insufferable.”
“Do you even know what that word means, Ron?”
“There you go again, insulting my intelligence! That is why you are insufferable!”
Ron storms off around the corner of the bedroom, moving to the kitchen to finish making his meal. Draco follows a few paces behind, gawking at his husband’s receding back.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. That’s it. I’m done.”
“Done?”
Draco’s sharp intake of breath is followed by the slow quiver of his bottom lip. He steps back and presses himself to the kitchen wall, a million thoughts in head. His heart felt torn in two - his skin prickled unpleasantly, as though a thousand tiny pinpricks were wrapping him up, suffocating him -
Ron turns around, plate in hand.
“Yes. Done making dinner. Now sit down, Insufferable, and eat.”
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I was getting a little worried, and I was thinking, "SURELY THIS CRAZY BOY HASN'T FORGOTTEN WHAT I LIKE," but then you went and made it adorable. :D
Thank you! ♥
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You're welcome, love! ♥
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Scorpius lies on his back, his lean muscles pressed against the cold stone floor. His feet are flat and far apart, legs arched awkwardly. His hands are bound above his head, and his splayed legs are tense with both pain and pleasure.
His father looms over him, a wary look in his eye. Draco’s eyes are clouded and unsure, his lips angled slightly, hesitation evident.
“Are you sure you want to do this again, Scorpius?” Draco’s hand falls slightly.
“Don’t! Don’t ask me! Don’t hesitate!”
Draco bites his lip and closes his eyes; his hand darts out, quickly. He repeats the motion several times, eliciting moans and squeals from his son. All of a sudden, he pulls away, grimacing.
“I don’t do this anymore, Scorpius. Not to you. Not like this.”
“…Don’t you love me?” Scorpius’s voice is harsh yet nearly inaudible.
Draco stares into his son’s face briefly. He leans over, pressing their lips together.
“Do I love you enough to see you in this pain?”
Scorpius’s eyes burn into his father’s.
“…Do you?”
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lmao at first i typed "pour draco." I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO THAT
THANK YOU BB! ♥♥
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Scorpius is a creep, lols.
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Lost in the greyKingsley stands in the door one evening with honest grief in his old face. The funeral is a week later; another grave numbing their senses to reality ( ... )
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That hurt me.
Great job :]
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His lips lifted from the nape of her neck and he chuckled darkly. "You seem to believe that i care what your father expects of you."
"No, I already know what you care about." she pressed a warm thigh between his legs and pressed him against the wall. "Just a bit of conversation."
"Less talking more fucking."
"You're pathetic."
"says the girl who's so desperate to choose her first that she's way-laid me in the corridor?" her legs were strong and pressed so nicely against his own, the black patent leather heels were a major plus.
"Yes."
He nodded and slipped a hand under the hem of her skirt. "could we move this along then?"
"Most certainly, dear sir." She ground her hips into his and batted her pink shadowed eyelids at him coupled with a succubus' smile. "most certainly."
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Very hot drabble. Thank you! :D
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