Prison/Ex Convict Ghost
Who gets assigned a pen pal while he’s serving time. Gets assigned to someone with a pretty little name. It’s almost endearing how they send him weekly letters sharing tidbits about their life, asking him about his life and his interests. He ignores them all. Every last letter he receives he reads with his nose upturned in distaste.
It isn’t until about the 11th letter that the pen pal program finally peaks his interest… This time his little pen pal sent him a polaroid of themself. And oh aren’t they just a dime… pretty little thing smiling innocently at the camera… He could swallow you whole. Rushes to the library to snag a pen and paper and FINALLY writes you back. He won’t let a pretty bird like this get away from him. Didn’t you mention you liked to cook a few letters ago? Oh he’s smitten now. Stuffs the little polaroid picture of yourself that you sent him into his pillow case so he can sneak it out after hours and fist his cock under the scratchy prison sheets to the image of your pretty smile… Rolls his eyes when Johnny whines and asks if they can share pen pals because he got some old guy as his. He wants a pretty bird sending him sweet letters too :(
Ghost only has 3 more months.. he can’t help but ask your name and where you’re from in his letters back to you. Cataloging every last detail about you so he can find you once he gets out. Pretty little thing should have never sent him such sweet letters in prison if they didn’t want a brute showing up on their doorstep a few months later…
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guys i'm sorry i've been struck with a crack prompt idea and i have to write it you don't udnerSTADN
Danny accidentally bumps into Pandora's box.
He immediately closes it! It was closed immediately! Super quick! NBD!!!
Except one plague hopped out in that half second it was open.
Danny doesn't even realize he caught it until he pops back to the Mortal realm and goes into his human form.
He passes the mirror in the lab and....those are cat ears. That's a cat tail.
His hands shake.
Maybe it's just him. Maybe he can plead being a meta.
He takes out his phone and checks the news.
In the two hours he's been gone, roughly half the population of humans on the planet are now cursed with cat ears and cat tails.
Justice League is looking into a way to reverse the curse.
Danny looks at the mirror and goes ghost.
Completely human.
Goes human.
Cat ears and cat tail.
Meanwhile, in another state, Jason barricades himself in his apartment.
None of them can ever find out. None of them can ever find out. NONE OF THEM CAN EVER FIN-
Jason thinks he's the only bat who woke up with cat ears and a cat tail.
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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.
Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.
Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.
Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“
“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”
“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”
Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.
This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.
“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?
“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.
“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”
Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.
Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.
“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”
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“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.
Harry nods.
He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.
Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.
And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.
written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.
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pregnancy freak satoru who helps you when you shower. he sits you on his lap and washes your hair. rubs your back and belly and all the places that are a bit more challenging for you to reach now that your baby bump is bigger. you can handle it yourself but he insists and always joins. he reminds you how beautiful you are, if not by words it’s by actions—he never fails to get hard and he always fucks you just the way you like, gets you off before cleaning you up. he helps you dry yourself and applies your lotion for you, rubs it gently along the length of your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed, comfortably spreading and your belly hanging between your legs…you’re just so damn pretty with his child inside you and yet again he looks at you with hungry eyes..as if it’s not you but him going through all the hormonal changes…you wonder how his cock can even keep up with this pace—he wants you all the time, every day…“we just showered”, you have to remind him. “we can shower again, i’ll clean my mess”, he promises. <3
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