He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
One of the reasons I love love LOVE slow-burn Shance so much is because it works with their ages, even if Shiro is actually 25 or just 19 (he’s only 19 but his mind is older~).
“Why,” you ask, “if Shiro is 25 that means there’s a significant age difference and - ”
That doesn’t matter. Because I don’t see them getting together immediately, I see it the romance building ober the span of the years they fight together. I see Shiro starting out as a mentor and Lance having a huge hero crush on him but not doing anythinf about it. That is literally how it starts in canon, guys. Shiro is blinded into not seeing the full potential of his team by his time with the Galra and having a past with Keith and Pidge. Lance struggling to prove his worth to his hero. Shiro realizing over time that Lance is more than just a teammate, and Lance realizing that Shiro is not some untouchable star. They get close, they become friends, they become CLOSE friends. They keep fighting the Galra, they keep fighting this war they’ve been thrust into, and their bond deepens. And I’m not just speculating guys, unless Shiro or Lance go dark-side of the moon on Voltron, this is inevitable. Just look at AtlA.
And that’s just the buuld up. That’s just the CANON build up. That’s before my headcanon of slow burn comes into play at all.
And you know what? During all this, time is still flowing. They’re still getting older, Lance is maturing and becoming a well-rounded person. Same with Shiro. And with a slow burn romance, at that point it doesn’t matter the age difference because guess what? They’re both adults by this point.
“But there’s no telling how long the show is going to take - ”
Uh, actually, there is? The writers have already said that, by the end of season two, it’s been a few months. It’s not explicitly stated in show, but Lance’s hair has gotten longer, the team is able to use functions of their suit and castle without us seeing the training, and Hunk has obviously found the time to explore while looking for things to cook with. And they’re fighting in a WAR. Wars take time, especially against an entire empire that’s been in power for millenia. There’s no way they’re going to win in just a couple weeks. By the time the show ends, everyone will have aged a significant amount.
These guys will be fighting for a long, long while.
(Also? First episode, Lance gives the date. 5-11-14. By the end of season two, it’s been a few months. Even if, when they first all went into space, Lance was 16? His birthday has already passed. (He’s next to be announced and I’m placing everything I have on him being a Cancer.) He’s now 17. THERE ARE GOING TO BE 8 SEASONS TOTAL. Chances are, he’s gonna have another one. Maybe two. Maybe even THREE.)
So yeah, by the time the show ends their ages won’t matter. At all. I’ll wait over here and enjoy my slow burn while everyone else screams. Shance shippers, you are welcome to sit with me. I have Capri Sun.
The best part? The chances of Shance being the end-game for VLD are almost scary. If there wasn’t, there’s no reason for the tension between their characters. None. Fight me on this, I will defend this Hurricane Team forever.
It legit hit 100° today and thought I was gonna die of a heat stroke! Stopped by the market on my way home and picked up this cool lil fella. Decided to pose with him before I bring him to the slaughter house my belly lmao hope you guys are having a good day and staying out of this heat!! Gonna eat my fruit and chill by the pool for a few hours. 😩
When you were supposed to write something short and sweet and it gets away from you and totally grows into an AU and you sit there, sweating, because oh fuck I’ve done it again and I’d bet all my money that people are gonna want more because I MYSELF want more, and I have so many projects already oh my god someone S T O P M E-
“I have stood knee deep in mud and bone, and filled my lungs with mustard gas. I have seen two brothers fall. I have lain with holy wars and copulated with the autumnal fallout. I have dug trenches for the refugees; I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws, and starved the masses into faith. A child’s shadow burnt into the brickwork. A house of skulls in the jungle. The innocent, the innocent, Mandus, trod and bled and gassed and starved and beaten and murdered and enslaved. This is your coming century! They will eat them Mandus, they will make pigs of you all and they will bury their snouts into your ribs and they will eat your hearts!” — The Engineer // A Machine For Pigs
Left my house for the masjid and my cat decided to walk me all the way to the end of the street. I kept looking back and telling her to go home because I was scared she would get lost, but she was just standing watching until I finally decided to move on with my journey. Came back home and when I got to the same street she was still there and we walked home together.