au where harry james potter has a youtube channel in which he tells story times about himself and shit that happens with him and bam one day he and Draco Beauty Guru Malfoy collaborate: Harry tells a story time while Draco does his make up
Hey, guys! Quick question. I’m being given a lil physically handicapped bunny rabbit! Was wondering if you’d like to see him here as well or if you want me to just keep this meecers and the occasional guinea pig?
It’s been all about Pansy huh? Not complaining of course, I only just noticed is all lol.
“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half an hour okay?”
They panted heavily as she collapsed forward on top of him. ‘Fuck.’
‘Give me ten minutes,’ Harry quipped, sweat slipping down his skin to stain the ruffled sheets beneath them.
‘I think you killed me.’ Pansy gasped and kissed his jaw before resting her forehead against his. ‘Morgana, I’m gonna lay down and die for like … half an hour okay?’
He wrapped an arm around her back, kissing her parted lips softly, trying desperately to measure his breathing. Her body pressing perfectly against his. ‘Sounds like a plan. I think I could just fall asleep right here.’
There was a muffled whimper, he wasn’t sure which of them made it and didn’t much care, he was fully intent to lose himself in the afterglow, Pansy huffing and tucking under his arm only adding to the sensation. His hand trailing delicately over her hip on instinct.
Squirming happily, she traced an invisible pattern over his chest, black fingernail stark against his pale skin. ‘Knew there was a reason I stayed married to you.’
‘Sweet talker,’ Harry grunted, his hand trailing down to grab her. ‘I thought you were dying over here?’
Pansy kissed his shoulder. ‘I am, officially a ghost right here. Bloody hell, I’m still tingling.’
‘It’s cus I’m magic love,’ Harry chuckled as she threw a leg over him.
‘We all are smart arse,’ Pansy mumbled, her face nuzzling his arm. ‘When do you have to leave?’
‘I don’t,’ Harry whispered, catching her lips in a slow kiss, her eager tongue stirring what he thought was already spent. ‘I’m all yours.’
‘Yum,’ Pansy half-yawned. ‘And good, I wasn’t going to be moving any time soon. Dead remember?’
Another slow kiss. ‘You don’t seem too broken up by that.’
‘Shut up and sleep, you’re gonna have to kill me a couple more times in the morning before I let you go back to work.’ Pansy grumbled, kissing his shoulder again. ‘I want a baby Potter, I will get one out of you.’
‘Yes boss,’ Harry chuckled and kissed her forehead. ‘Will just the one do for now?’
Pansy didn’t answer, her soft snores proving she was ignorant to his false bravado. He’d barely managed to stay awake this long.
Please let her be pregnant after that, she might actually kill him if they didn’t manage it soon.
On Thursday after Supernatural ended, I wrote a Destiel coda and posted it, expecting maybe ten people to see it.
The next morning, I woke up and it had 76 notes, and that number has since grown to 197 (so close to 200!). Thank you all so much. (For anyone who wants to see it click here)
So, I have been encouraged to write another, and here it is.
The Moon and Back
Destiel, 482 words
Dean walks slowly into the kitchen after waking up. With
only four hours of sleep to go on, he stumbles to the coffee machine and thanks
Chuck that Sam likes to get up early and make coffee. He squints as he fills up
his mug, and then heads to the library to drink his coffee.
Dean sits at the table, and with eyes that can now fully function,
he looks around and notices a red heart-shaped box on the table. Stuck to the
box is a yellow post-it note with Dean’s name written on it in careful
why do i gotta ask for people to let this 30 yr old man live his 30 yr old life. like. drink a beer phil. call dan a cheeky fucking cunt when he’s being an idiot phil. make a disgusting sex joke that’s so bad it’s funny phil. live ur life. do it for me babe. im sorry people still treat you like a 15 year old scene kid who wants to fuck a plant.