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dracoandthehounds · 3 months

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so for prompts: adult harry n draco are having an argument and harry calls draco "malfoy" and embarrassingly enough draco likes that

Ooooh this was so fun!!! Thank you so much for sending this in! Hope you enjoy :)

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Rating: M

“I can’t believe you sided with him.”

They were Draco’s first words to Harry as they apparated into the tight corners of their entry hall, spoken in a biting tone. Their coats were shed quickly, scarves tossed in only the general direction of the closet.

“I wasn’t siding with him,” Harry shot back, sighing. Because he wasn't. He’d merely pointed out that Theo had a point. That was all.

“Yes, you bloody well were,” Draco shot back. “Surprised you even chose to come home with me tonight. Should have just gone home with Nott, since you’ve got such similar opinions. A perfect sodding match.”

Harry sighed again and rubbed at his temples. He knew Draco was just being dramatic. He knew Draco liked to be dramatic in arguments, and with Draco, that there was no such thing as a minor disagreement. He should have been used to it by now. But he wasn’t. “It was just politics, and it doesn’t matter, and you know quite well—”

“It wasn’t!” Draco shot back as they entered the kitchen. “Didn’t you see the look on his face? He was bloody thrilled about his ringing endorsement from the Chosen—”

“Malfoy,” Harry shot back, the name coming back in instinct, some reminder of the days of their youth, when surnames were all they’d exchange, a refusal of the camaraderie to be found in their given.

And Harry flinched himself when he said it, sure he’d just made the argument worse, sure it meant he’d be sleeping in the guest room tonight. But he looked up and found pink clouding in Draco’s face, found Draco’s hands to have gone white-knuckled in their grip on the back of the barstool.

As an auror, Harry had been trained to look for the small signs. And Draco had plenty, no matter how much he refused to admit it.

For example, anger. When Draco was angry, he’d go stiff-upper-lip, cold cruel responses that rolled off his tongue like he’d thought them through weeks in advance. A million words spitting out at rapid-fire speed, mouth held in a permanent sneer, eyes cold and narrowed, always staring, like a predator watching their prey.

None of which were on Draco now. Draco’s mouth hung open, but silent. His cheeks were red, and his eyes were cast away. He held himself stiffly, muscles coiled, like he was preparing to run, not attack.

Harry knew these signs too. He’d seen them plenty of times, afterall.

He quickly replayed the past minute, searching for what could have caused this. Could have caused Draco to so quickly fall from anger. Into, well…

“Malfoy,” Harry repeated, testing.

Draco’s face coloured deeper, and he fully turned away this time. Harry watched as Draco bit at his bottom lip, working it between those sharp shiny teeth of his.

Harry closed the distance between them and grazed his knuckles against the back of Draco’s hands, where they still were gripped to the barstool. Draco flinched at the contact, but didn’t move, allowing Harry to touch him.

“Do you like that?” Harry whispered, his thumb grazing the inside of Draco’s wrists.

Draco didn’t respond.

“I asked if you liked that, Malfoy,” Harry repeated, unable to help the grin as the word fell from his mouth, easy and familiar again.

“No,” Draco shot back, a lie so obvious that it was almost ridiculous.

“Interesting,” Harry said, and grazed his hand up Draco’s arm now, Draco still refusing to meet his stare. He didn’t understand how this had gotten Draco worked up so quickly, how he could have possibly done that with only his name.

But Draco still didn’t move, and Harry could see the goosebumps that were rising in the trail of his touch. He could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the muscle in his jaw, jumping out and pulsing. The colour that was warming along Draco’s neck, one of Harry’s favourite places to kiss.

“Does it remind you of school?” Harry whispered, leaning in. He nipped at the edge of Draco’s ear, inhaled against his neck. “Remind you of me kicking your arse in quidditch, perhaps? Or does it remind you of eighth year, and that broom closet, those cold nights in January, when you’d have to be quiet—”

And finally, finally, Draco’s head whipped back, his stare meeting Harry’s. His hands shot out, grabbing Harry by his hips, and he shoved him back against the counter.

“You’re a bastard, Potter,” he said, then leaned in, crashing his mouth to Harry's, a kiss that was equal parts anger, and equal parts desperate need.

And when Harry’s name had fallen from Draco’s mouth, in that exact familiar tone, Harry didn’t have to wonder anymore.

#drarry #harry x draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic #mini fic #requests #asks #req #completed request #snippet

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digital-halo · 9 days

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🌴 Bush Gardens (Tampa) Placekin Board for Anon!

#Busch Gardens Tampa #placekin #otherkin #aesthetic #kin blog #completed request #moodboard #placekin moodboard #💚

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star-struck-wonderland · 11 months

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•~Sero Hanta Agere Headcanons~•

Thank you to @happymirio for the lovely request! I don't know much about Sero, but he deserves more recognition! I hope you enjoy these little headcanons!🧡🧡

📎Sero is a middle regressor, with an age range of 10 to 12 (and a few rare instances of 13!)!

📎He's a flip, though he doesn't reveal his own regression at first to his friends

📎For his carer side, he's a huge babysitter for his little friends, especially the Bakusquad littles!

📎He's a great big brother and always plays video games with the littles he's watching, and he's big on making sure they're filled on snacks and drinks! No littles are allowed to run out of juice on his watch!🤍

📎On his regression side, he hides his regression for a while because he feels some of that shame about the regression, despite how many of Class 1A regresses

📎He feels weird for being one of the only middle regressors with an older age range

📎It takes some time, but once he finally opens up and comes out with his regression, it's a fun time for everyone! He has quite a few playdates! Everyone loves him, big and small!!🤍

📎Because of his older range, he still cares for his little friends though! He's very much like a cool big brother🤍

📎He loves lovesss orange juice! He has a cool black water bottle for his middle regression that's covered to the brim with video game and comic stickers- And it's always filled with orange juice!🧃

📎He loves comics and video games when he's regressed! Spiderman is his favorite for obvious reasons

📎...He mayyy have tried to swing like Spiderman one too many times during his regression, resulting in quite the mess and a few needed bandaids and tears🤍

📎He doesn't really have a caregiver or feel like he needs one. But Kirishima, Kaminari, and sometimes even Bakugou come over and play video games with him when he's regressed!

📎They all let him win most of the time, since Sero can get just a bitttt cranky when he loses

📎He wears a lot of comfy printed shirts of his favorite video game characters and superheroes! And he usually wears his black and white plaid sweatpants without shoes. You have to make sure to be extra comfy for a day of gaming and comic book reading!🤍

📎He also really enjoys going outside and looking at the bugs. His favorites are the little wiggly caterpillars- He could watch them for hours in fascination!

📎Whenever he and Midoriya are together and regressed, they go outside and just silently watch the critters and bugs for hours. Midoriya loves it. Sero does too🤍

📎He's a favorite big brother for lots of the littles in Class 1A, big or small! Everyone loves him, even if he can be a little goofy sometimes, and even when he gets just a bit too competitive🤍

Hope you enjoyed these Sero Hanta headcanons! I know there aren't many, but I might make more if I think of some! Thanks for reading!🧡

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alice-the-kittycat-yt · 9 months

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Other requests

#art #babitim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #the inky mystery #art requests #completed request #e #demitasse dish #cuphead #alice angel #qftim bendy

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minim236 · 11 months

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there goes the last great european dynasty - complete, 8/8!

An unmarried Diamond would not do and luckily for Queen Charlotte, she has an available nephew and a young woman jaded by London society. Post S2, canon divergence, fluff and arranged marriage au

#edwina x friedrich #prince friedrich x edwina sharma #bridgerton #edwina sharma #bridgerton fic #kate sharma #lady danbury #arranged marriage au #queen charlotte #mary sharma #simon bassett #daphne bridgerton #fluff #angst #completed fic #completed fanfiction #completed request

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ethereal-themes · 11 months

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Completed commission for @idrellegames

#idrellegames #other themes #theme commission #completed request #completed commission

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69misato69 · 1 year

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🍭I have arrived. Listen to me very carefully Venus. We got one shot at this. I need you to focus on me. Ajax and Zhongli are dating and they fuck live on stream every Friday. Write this shit down. You are not writing it down. I can see.

Good boy. Now then, fucking on stream was it? Yes. Cam boy show and a wholesome audience. I need them both transgender.

Zhongli isn't there, business meeting or something. I'm not sure, make it up. I trust you.

Ajax announces that he will be alone for the stream and chat is doing their best to keep him entertained. He misses Zhongli after all.

Halfway through the stream, Zhongli joins chat with a cheeky "Without me?"

He is supposed to be busy, so it doesn't cross Ajax's mind that he would be watching. Nevertheless, he is. After he joins it's a whole another form of - putting on a show -

Do not ask me any follow-up questions. Delete this is you refuse. I have a feeling that you won't.

Yours forever and always, my friend. Godspeed.

hi anon you are... insane i love you so very much. ur the only person i have ever seen that is more off the rails than i am. i hope you enjoy this <3

masterlist ✦ archive of our own ✦ twitter

camboys childe and zhongli, zl is unable to participate in their weekly show bc he is out of town so he comes up with another solution. (2k)

c: implied top zl x bottom childe, transmasc childe with top surgery and no bottom surgery, sex toys, overstimulation, voyeurism and exhibitionism

minors DNI please. enjoy !

Childe looks around the room to make sure everything is neat and tidy. It’s silent except for the computer’s fan humming softly. Awfully quiet without Zhongli.

He hooks the cable to a larger screen and adjusts the camera. The lobby is already almost full, as it always is at least ten minutes before their weekly show.

Childe clears his throat and takes a deep breath before starting the stream.

“Hi, everyone!”

ajaxfucker69: hi jaxxx

mrincognitomode: HELLOOO

Chat floods with greetings. The forced smile on Childe’s face soon transforms into a genuine one upon reading the kind wishes, “Ah, good to see you all.”

rickastleyofficial: where lili :(

The comment causes his eyes to lose their sparkle again.

“So, right... About that, I have to tell you guys something.” he averts his gaze.

hydroslime: NO OH MY GOD NO

thisismeta: DONT SAY IT OMG

ajaxfucker69: there is no fuckng way

Dozens of comments speculate about their break up, already jumping to conclusions and expressing how devastated they are that Childe realizes how he should have probably led on differently.

“No, no of course not.” he shakes his hands in the air, “It’s just that he had to leave for a trip right after last week’s stream. He was supposed to be coming back today but… Well, some family stuff. It’s a bit complicated. In short, I’m alone today.”

rickastleyofficial: GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK DAMN

zhonglikisser: thank god but everything is ok right?

“Yes, everything is fine. But it was so last minute that we had no way of announcing it. We can wrap this up and do a longer one next week, maybe. What do you think?” Childe ruffles the back of his hair. He is visibly anxious about gathering all their audience and having to explain the sudden change of plans, but no one seems to mind.

mrincognitomode: no no hehe go ahead

simphour: fuck yourself (affectionately. i will watch <3)

Childe laughs at the remark, “Alright. No objections? I can’t really do anything that we planned on my own, though. We’ll save those for next week.”

rickastleyofficial: pls just strip and finger urself im so hungry

“How can I say no to such a kind offer?” Childe tosses his shirt aside and slides the underwear off his legs. He pads his back with a pillow and leans on it, facing the camera sideways so that his full body is on display. The light bounces off his strong arms and legs, circles around his soft belly as a soothing breeze hits him between his thighs.

Childe turns to read the bottom part of the screen, complying with every request. He parts one leg to the side as the other stays bent, hands teasing his own nipples until they’re hardened and sensitive to the touch.

Soft moans that drive everyone insane and leave them begging for more. He chuckles and slips one hand between his thighs. A rare occurrence where everyone stops typing, only to resume as soon as Childe begins to slide two fingers up and down between his folds.

He sighs blissfully, secretly sore from viciously fucking himself the whole week. He tries his best to go slow, to work out his aching cunt as it gets wetter with each passing second.

zhonglikisser: do u miss him ajax ;(

“Oh boy, do I?” Childe hisses as he brushes against his clit, “A week’s just too long.”

He circles around the sensitive bundle, pressuring every nerve ending to the point that he can’t catch his breath.

“Fuck—” Childe sighs. He grows weak, legs twitching, voice shaking and hole quivering for more.

ajaxfucker69: ur so handsome ill cry

tartalitruther: BIG BOYY

thisisalsometa: we r here dont worry ajax </3

Childe has a hard time figuring out why, but it’s much better when people are watching. It overwhelms him with pleasure knowing how so many people are drooling behind their screens, eyeing him up and down and swooning over him.

Silent worship.

Even better when Zhongli watches him when he’s not allowed to touch. He takes his time slowly working himself out and laughing as Zhongli crumbles.

He grips his thighs and grunts with every flick of Childe’s wrist until he’s allowed to press his husband against the mattress and slam into him.

Until they’re both covered in sweat and Childe’s hips are bruised from his grasp and Zhongli’s back is marked with his nails.

Childe occasionally glances at the screen but it gets harder and harder the more he melts into the sheets. The room closes twenty minutes in, so the sound of a new guest is usually never heard after that. Naturally, his eyes widen upon hearing it.

A small crown symbol that signifies a creator’s account.

Zhongli: Good evening, everyone.

“Huh?” his hand stops moving.

ajaxfucker69: HUSBAND CAMEO

ilyzhongli: yall get in formation

rickastleyofficial: hi zhongliii (twirls hair)

“Zhongli? You—came?” Childe can’t believe his eyes.

Zhongli: Not yet. You first.

godsgayestsoldier: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

bitchless: I CANT FUCJING BREATHE

rickastleyofficial: goofy ahh

Childe can’t help but laugh. Zhongli is supposed to be busy all week in a house full of his relatives, having excruciatingly long dinners every night that exhaust him into oblivion. It’s only when he’s with family that Childe gets to witness typos in his good night messages.

Zhongli: Why don’t you spread your legs and show us? I feel like I’m not getting my money’s worth.

ajaxfucker69: ur so right

rickastleyofficial: pussy reveal RIGHT NOWWW

Childe’s heart races, he shakily gets up and sits in front of the camera, spreading his legs. He’s embarrassingly wet now that Zhongli is here. He shifts forward as the chat goes berserk and slides his hand down again.

Zhongli: Beautiful.

God, he’s doing it on purpose.

Childe can’t see his face or hear his voice but it’s so easy to trick himself into thinking that it’s Zhongli touching him. He digs deep with two of his fingers, curling them up against his sweet spot and whimpering at his own touch.

Tears pool around his eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip. So sensitive and needy, he fights the urge to beg Zhongli to come back and lay him down. To kiss him all over and bury his head between Childe’s legs.

It drives him insane to think about how Zhongli would be watching him. Is he alone, stroking his cock as he watches Childe — or is he at the family function with headphones on?

It would be so wrong, with all those people around and his husband moaning in his ear.

Childe hopes it’s that one. He hopes Zhongli is hard under the table, fighting for his life and about to lose his mind.

Before he realizes he’s already clenching around his own fingers, releasing with a low moan.

ilyzhongli: TOY TOY TOY

zhonglikisser: the pink oneeee <3333 pls ajax

Childe collapses forward with a grin, “Tsk. So merciless today.”

He reaches for the drawer with shaky legs, taking out a small vibrator with a remote controller. He settles back down as the chat bubbles over with excitement.

Childe looks down, holding the device against his clit and turning it on. A squeak escapes his lips at the sensation.

“Why don’t I take some questions from the audience, and if you like my answers I’ll change the frequency?” he proposes and slides it inside. His walls tighten with the low vibrations caressing his insides.

rickastleyofficial: be honest did u fap to zhongli pics this week

“No.” a slightly twisted smile takes over Childe’s lips, “I did it to some voice messages, though.”

Zhongli: Oh?

“While wearing his clothes, maybe. Who knows?”

rexlapis: id be dying right about now

evenmoremetanow: this is true love everyone shut up

rickastleyofficial: put one on. right fking now

Childe scrapes himself off the bed, “Well, of course.”

He makes his way to their wardrobe with trembling legs, picking out a soft, light-brown, collared shirt.

He lays on his side and rests his cheek on his palm, “Might get it a bit dirty though, is that alright Zhongli?”

Zhongli: Paint it white.

ajaxfucker69: u heard the man

Childe giggles at the thought, “Ah, I’ve entertained enough requests, don’t I deserve a bit more?”

Zhongli: Agreed. Turn it all the way up.

He’s delighted to see Zhongli grow more invested by each passing minute. Sure, it’s impossible to hear it but his gentle yet demanding orders ring in Childe’s ears. He obliges happily, lower body twitching with the impact.

“Tell me, chat. If you had a boyfriend this pretty—hah—would you leave him all alone like this?”

ilyzhongli: nooo

mrincognitomode: nuh uh

Childe squirms and aimlessly grips at the sheets.

“That’s what I—ah—I thought.”

With every incoming wave he grinds down on the mattress, so full yet hollow at the same time. It has to be Zhongli bending him over, ramming into his wall and filling him up until Childe is sobbing on his cock.

“Zhongli…” he whimpers desperately without even noticing.

Begs and pleas spill from his lips for him to return, to have him whatever way he wants to as he unravels and humps the mattress with the vibrator stuffed deep inside.

Childe on their bed, using their toys in Zhongli’s clothes, moaning for him.

There is no way he isn’t going insane.

Childe can’t hold a position anymore, writhing in front of the camera with glossy eyes that make it impossible to read the screen.

He cums again while gasping for air, drooling all over the collar and staining the skirt of his shirt. The fabric is pressed in between his thighs, soaking up the wetness of his dripping cunt.

Childe rubs his eyes occasionally to skim the chat, but no one seems to have any intention to stop him. He lets out an unhinged laugh and rests on his back.

The shirt folds to the other side, exposing his body.

It would be so cruel to rob everyone of the sight, to deprive Zhongli of the waist he loves holding and kissing up at.

Childe’s back arches, hips pulsating with every orgasm as he tugs at his own hair and teases his nipples.

He presses his thighs together, turning the vibrations even more violent. His senses are going numb. The computer’s fan, he can’t hear anymore through his clogged ears. Whenever he tries to direct his gaze to the screen, his pupils roll back with pleasure so intense it feels like Childe is going to rip in half.

Face covered in his own spit and chest glistening with sweat, he palms over his cunt to find it drenched. He leaks all over Zhongli’s shirt, pathetic and so beautiful that no one can even spare half a second to blink.

Tears stream down Childe’s face as he has no choice but to reach for the remote while shaking through another orgasm.

Warmth overtakes him. He relaxes onto the bed with a long exhale and closes his eyes—

“My god.”

nomoremeta: u did so well <3

ajaxfucker69: ajax mwahhh

Childe gains composure and finally opens his eyes to a clearer scene, replying to all comments breathily and bidding everyone farewell. The count on the upper right hand of the screen gradually goes down, until there’s one person left.

One person that just won’t leave.

Zhongli: The prettiest.

“Show’s over, sir. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” Childe says playfully.

Zhongli: Just a few more minutes.

Childe rolls up into a ball towards the camera and hugs his legs.

“Zhongli…”

“My love.” he types, already weakened with Childe’s soft, tired voice.

“I miss you…” he whines.

There is nothing Zhongli wants more than to hold him in a loving embrace, to revel in his scent with fingers carding through his soft, ginger locks until the morning.

“I miss you too. So much. Two days, and I’m there. Okay?” he types out with one hand, the other soiled with his own cum, dribbling onto the bed. His hand still hovers, leaving light strokes along his spent cock. Zhongli gazes at the screen affectionately.

“Did you like it?”

Zhongli: I did. Exquisite as always.

Zhongli: Why don’t I return the favor with a private show?

#zhongli x childe #zhongchi #zhongchi smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfic #childe genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact #ajax genshin impact #tartaglia genshin impact #zhongli x tartaglia #fandom asks #completed request

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voidcatgalaxy · 8 months

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@scrunkalicious It's complete! I hope you like it. I've included the warm-up sketches (and some artist notes) under the read-more!

I edited both images on my computer- I originally wanted to do this piece digitally but my week's been far too hectic to add another digital work to my list :( I'm hoping to rework one of them when I have more time.

#traditional art #my art #oc x canon #marly divata #scrunkalicious #mordecai heller #voidcat art #lackadaisy seems interesting #art request #completed request #request complete

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nxrseryclouds · 11 months

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🐾 PET REGRESSOR! BRUCE WAYNE 🐾

[BOARDS MADE BY ME, CREDIT IF YOU USE!]

BOARD REQUESTED BY: @circusmoomoo

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para-palace · 7 months

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Couchephilia

(requested by anon) Couchephilia (goo-sh-philia) - the attraction to diapers Word meaning: Couche - diaper in french inspired by the adult baby/diaper pride flag

We are strictly anti-contact for non-consensual paraphilias, do NOT use this flag if you are pro-contact or support pro-c.

#Couchephilia #para coining #para flag #paraphilia flags #paraphiles please interact #radqueer safe #my flags #completed request

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sobber1929 · 2 months

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Just finished my first request for @aac-for-u-and-me

If you like the aac symbol make sure to check out the link in the image!

#orginal sobber #completed request #aac symbol #aac cards #communication cards

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dracoandthehounds · 3 months

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Cruelty - Writing Snippet

“You’re drunk.”

Potter had said it like it was fact. Undeniable. Which, Draco figured, wasn’t exactly wrong.

“And?” Draco asked, his voice petulant. He wasn’t breaking the law. Not this time, anyway.

“You should go home, Malfoy,” Potter said, a quick glance back to his table of friends on the other side of the pub. The good-and-perfect-and-honourable bunch. Draco hated them, sometimes, for what came so easily. What was so true to their nature.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Draco said, reigning in the urge to shove Potter. Because he could. If he wanted to. And he often wanted to.

“Can’t I?” Potter shot back, causing Draco to falter.

“Going to arrest me, then, Auror Potter?” Draco said. “Chosen one. Sodding hero—”

“Watch it,” Potter seethed, finally looking affected.

Draco rolled his eyes, but smirked, at finally managing to get under Potter’s skin. The thing he was so good at. “Aren’t I allowed to be drunk? Or is that in violation of my redemption?” Draco asked, echoing Potter’s own words from his trial. About how Draco deserved redemption, a second chance. Bullshit, probably.

Potter sighed heavily, and leaned back against the brick wall of the pub. Draco followed the motion with his eyes, trying his best not to be so obvious about the way he savoured the lines of Potter’s body as he did. All smooth cuts and muscles, like leather held taut.

“You can do whatever you please,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead. “But I don’t fancy seeing your face on the cover of the Daily Prophet tomorrow because you’ve managed to do something actually illegal, or because some stupid reporter decides—”

“Why do you care?” Draco shot back, interrupting him.

“Because you would.”

Potter said it easily, so open and earnest, and it killed Draco. Killed him to see how genuine honesty came so naturally to him.

“You don’t—” Draco tried, failed. So he returned to his previous tactic, the one that now felt worth it, and put his hand on Potter’s chest, and shoved.

His hand slid off easily, and he nearly fell over. But Potter grabbed his wrist, righting him, holding him steady, but also tight enough to mean something else. A warning.

Potter yanked him in close. “Stop that. You’re being foolish.”

“And that’s new for me?” Draco seethed back, his neck heating from how close Potter was to him now. From how Potter’s hand still gripped around his wrist, tight enough to hurt.

And Potter actually laughed, his breath coasting against Draco’s neck as he did. “Being foolish isn’t new for either of us.”

He let him go, and Draco stumbled back. But only a little. He was still close to Potter’s body. Too close, probably. He glared up to Potter’s eyes as he leaned over him, relishing that he was still taller, would always be taller, just by this bit. His last advantage, really. And Potter glared right back.

Draco wasn’t sure what this energy charging between them even meant. If it meant they were seconds from coming to blows. If it meant…

“You’re drunk,” Potter repeated, but he didn’t sound as sure. His voice sounded different. Softer.

“So?” Draco asked, and he felt himself sway forward, unsure if it was of his own accord.

Potter’s hand went up, palm landing at the centre of Draco’s chest. He held him back with it, and Draco leaned into it. Enjoyed the feeling of being held up by him. The warm pressure.

“So…” Potter said, eyes wide, glancing from Draco’s eyes, to his dishevelled hair, to Draco’s mouth, as though waiting for whatever horrible thing Draco was sure to say next. It was what Draco excelled in, afterall.

Draco licked his lips, and he watched Potter track the movement.

“So you’ve got to go home,” Potter said, his green eyes darting back up to look at Draco with all that noble superiority that he so excelled in.

“Whose?” Draco asked, grinning. This might not have been how he usually upset Potter, and, fine, maybe it was the fire-whiskey, but he was having too much fun to care, to look beyond the details of this exact moment. To remember the big picture of what acting like this could mean.

“Whose?” Potter repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

“Whose home shall I go to?”

And Potter’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open, his cheeks reddened. “Yours—” he choked out, startled. “Obviously, Draco, you’re so—”

“So, I’m Draco now?”

And Potter stared at him, that disbelief and confusion so present, and he fell speechless. Entirely disrupted, entirely off balance. Draco’s favourite version of him.

“Shall I go home with you, then?” Draco asked, his voice lowering, mouth stretching into a smirk. He leaned harder against Potter’s warm hand, closer into Potter’s space.

And Potter breathed out, eyes darting across Draco’s face. “You can’t— you’re… you’re so drunk. This isn’t fair. You’re—”

Draco’s eyebrows narrowed. “Isn’t fair?”

Potter swallowed, and Draco watched the movement. “Isn’t fair to do— because… you’re drunk— so… so I can’t—”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that, once or twice,” Draco shot back. He glanced around the room, at the faceless people who were nothing, not when Potter was around, anyway. “Might not be a problem for someone else, though—”

And Potter’s grip tightened, his fingers digging in from his palm, as he gripped at the soft linen of Draco’s top. Draco glanced up, and Potter’s face had reddened again.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Potter asked.

And now Draco was the one confused. “What—”

“Dangling this, in front of me, while you’re drunk,” Potter said, his voice hardened. Angry.

“What—”

And Potter’s grip tightened, until Draco found himself being shoved back against the corner of where they’d been standing, pressed into an alcove, where the music sounded muffled, and shadows fell over their bodies.

Potter leaned into Draco’s ear. “You’ve always been cruel, but this is a new low,” he whispered, his hand still on Draco’s chest as he shoved him harder against the bricks of the wall.

“I don’t understand—”

“Acting like this,” Potter said, ignoring him. “When you’re drunk, so you know I can’t—” Potter cut himself off, and Draco felt his hand release him.

Potter stepped back, smoothed down his own shirt, firm resolve on his face.

And Draco followed the movement, before his hand, surely acting of its own accord, reached out, and hooked a finger in a flap between two of the buttons.

“Draco,” Potter warned.

But Draco didn’t listen, and instead pulled him forward, strong enough to cause Potter to stumble as he did. Potter’s hand shot out, and he steadied himself against the bricks, only an inch from Draco’s waist. Draco leaned to the side so he could close that inch, feeling the warmth of Potter’s arm against his ribs.

And Draco leaned in and took his turn to whisper. “If you think this is just because I’m drunk…” he laughed, “and that I haven’t wanted you… wanted to shove you up against the very wall of this pub more times than I can count—”

Potter’s breath caught, and he felt as Potter’s hand migrated from the wall, to gripping Draco’s waist, tight, almost in warning.

But Potter righted himself, though he was still only inches from Draco, the heat between them palpable. He whispered, “You’re drunk. And you’re cruel.”

And then they were spinning, spinning fast and quick, and endless.

Until they were in the living room of Draco’s London flat, and Potter was shoving him back. Draco fell into the couch, and stared up at Potter, glaring.

“Accio,” Potter said, and a familiar phial whizzed into his hand. “Drink,” he commanded, handing it over to Draco.

It was hard to say no to Potter when he was like this. Commanding. Stubborn. So Draco drank, and felt the haze of the drunkenness wean, until only the remnant of a buzz remained.

His cheeks flushed red and warm. Potter stared at him.

And then held out a hand. Draco took it, and Potter yanked him up, so he was standing.

“Right,” Draco said, preparing for a lecture, or an insult, or a threat.

But instead, Potter only read over his face. “Like I said,” he sighed. “Cruel.”

Draco frowned.

“Right then,” Potter sighed. “I’ll be on my way—”

But it was Draco’s turn to reach out. With shaking hands, he grabbed Potter by the shoulders, and Potter turned to stare at him, startled.

“Who’s being cruel now?” he asked, then let his hand roam, coast up against Potter’s neck.

And then, with a gentle touch, he pulled him closer, until Harry’s wide eyes shuttered shut, and his mouth found his.

#drarry #harry x draco #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry fic #mini fic #alcohol #req #this was not actually a request lmao #but this is an example of the type of thing I would write!#snippet #writing snippet #completed request

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