Ginny Weasley from Harry Potter in her quidditch uniform. Still not over the fact that they destroyed her in the movies- sorry Bonnie Wright, i’m sure you’re a very nice person, but your character had less personality than my sock drawer.
Castiel is a bad influence on Dean. Okay, they’re only six years old – but when they join forces, they’re Mary Winchester’s idea of a parenting nightmare. In theory, Dean and Cas live in hotel rooms opposite each other. But in actuality, Castiel lives with Dean. Shares his clothes, his food, his bed. That sort of thing. Dean might like the colour pink more than society says he should, and Cas has the same problem with petty crime, but there’s one attribute they have in common: neither take well to being apart.
‘Stay’ Harry decided he wouldn’t wait for them to catch their breath. Draco was still panting by his side, his cheeks flushed and hair messed up. But soon he would get up, pack his things and leave before Harry could even open his mouth because that was what Malfoy did. Everytime, he would apparate directly in Harry’s bedroom, second floor of Grimmauld place, and, without as much as a greeting, smash Harry against the door. It’d been like that since the night of the trial when they both had stared at each other from across the room, the flashing lights of a thousand cameras registering the moment none of them wanted to remember in the future. That night Draco Malfoy showed up on Harry’s doorstep, soaking wet from the rain. ‘I’m tired. I just wanted to say sorry, I won’t bother you again’. Despite all his reasons, all his resentment, he took a step outside. Harry would never forget the look in Malfoy’s face, when he closed his eyes waiting for the punch he thought he deserved. Or the look when Harry grabbed his cheeks and kissed him instead. 'Stay’ he repeated even though Malfoy wasn’t facing him anymore. 'Why would I?’ the words were a mere whisper. Harry got closer. 'Because’ They were staring at each other, so close Harry could see the tiny veins painting his pale eyelids. 'I want you’ he kissed the other softly, as soflty as he could. 'Until when?’ He was sure the words were supposed to mock him but all they carried was fear. 'Tonight,’. He kissed him again. 'And tomorrow morning. I want you next saturday,’. He placed his lips softly against Draco’s 'and next month. I want you at Christmas Eve and New Years’s eve,’. Harry could feel tears streaming down his face but they weren’t his own. 'And all the days in between. I want you on my birthday and on your birthday’. Harry hold Draco’s face in his hands, refusing to let him turn his eyes away. 'I want you now. And I’ll keep wanting you when you stop wanting me’. Draco kissed him softly. His tears were so out of place when he smiled Harry couldn’t help but kiss each one away. 'I’ll stay’.
@iridulcentdays I’m finally done. I’m very very sorry for delaying this for so long but I just received my new tablet for my birthday today and could finally properly finish it and beforehand it had gotten quite complicated drawing with a broken pen. I really hope your wait was worth it and that you like it.
I imagined their bedroom to have a small window so i drew some sun/moonlight falling unto them. And I really hope you are ok with Russia having curled hair as this is just my personal preference and I didn’t wanted to bother you asking. I’ll soon post the recordings as well but I had to delay this too due to a cold I caught around new years eve when temperatures here dropped below 0°C. I’m very sorry for that. Nonetheless I hope that this does your incredibly writing talents justice.
And just in case you are interested i’ll add a sunshine/morning version