not really happy with the coloring but okay

ciphersnazzy  asked:

Okay but Drift leaving crystals he's collected as gifts to others when they're having a bad day

This is so cute!

Like imagine waking up after a bad day to a really sweet gift!

Plus color coded friend rocks!

And I think Drift would be really careful to pick the prettiest rocks that have really deep meanings he gives them, even if no one else knows and while happy to separate from them also kind of feels protective of them and wants them to go to homes that will appreciate them

Also he definitely gives Ratchet fossil rocks as a joke (mostly)
“This reminded me of you”

And opals only go to his favorite people


Can you imagine chilling at a bar after a long hard day and just feeling down and beaten and this ex-Decepticon comes up to you and offers you a rock? Everyday occurrence on the LL, seriously a sigh will get you a rock, some crew members have started collections and have competitions over who has the most, Drift knows and understands, He knows they’re treated kindly despite being a bragging point and are often kept on display or put away to be saved, it makes him quite pleased, though he never does waste a good rock/gem/crystal on the crew

I personally think his favorite would be amethyst!

Just gonna share one of my old Mystic Messenger fanarts and.. HERE’S V!

Okay, I’m super excited for the new ‘Another Story’ (V’s Route) which will be released in August! 

Anyways! This was drawn for a color challenge event thing on the Mystic Messenger Amino and I’m really happy with the outcome :’) V needs more love yay! 

Accepting Anxiety: Part 2/2: Can Anxiety Be Good? Analysis

Okay so before I start jsyk I’ve been happy stimming since I saw the video my arms are so tired


- Roman’s previously is so extra

- The clock is in color now

- Anxiety’s room: Anime poster, masquerade mask, candles, album art, a LOT of Nightmare Before Christmas stuff, spooky lamp, spider curtains, cat

- We get Anxiety’s music it’s nice

- Patton really hates spiders // when he needs comfort, he buries his face in the cardigan

- Roman is protective of Morality

- Everyone has cool toned lighting except for Anxiety, his is warm. And he fills up more of the frame than usual

- Anxiety is so, so, so, mad about them being in his room. His eyeshadow is way darker as well.

- Roman screams like a little girl

- Does Roman always have a brush on him? Or???

- “Didn’t seem like I was wanted. You all made that pretty clear.” He looks at Roman when he says that, then glances away. 

- This is the third or fourth time he’s said, “Except you, Patton.”

- “I love my dark strange son” *Heathers playing the background*

- Roman is horrible at making things better

- THomas tells ROman to shut up the first time

- Logan is the first to get eyeshadow beneath his eyes. As the video progresses, the other two get them as awell and they get darker, eventually worse than Anxiety’s

- Anxiety is so unhappy that they’re there. “If I wanted to be insulted, I would have just shown up like I usually do.” His room has been a place where he’s safe, and they’ve corrupted that

- “You poor little anxious baby”

- Thomas doesn’t have eyeshadow on I don’t think but he has bags under his eyes T H O M A S go to sleep

- Everyone is kind of an asshole in this video it’s weird

- There is so much self hatred in Anxiety

- Thomas tells Roman to shut up a second time, third, and fourth time

- Each time we cut back to roman during that, his eyeshadow is darker

- Patton asks about Roman’s self esteem issues 

- and then gets insecure about his questions // when he does so he flinches back away from Princey like he’s waiting to be attacked either physically or verbally. I know that look

- Patton is supportive 

- I just noticed this but Patton’s camera is angled downwards

- Logan rambles and gets dark help him

- Anxiety flinches from Logan yelling (there’s a lot of loud and a lot of flinching in this video)

- Patton doesn’t like loud noises either

- Logan’s eyeshadow gets worse as he rambles and Princey’s hair starts to fall into his face

- Anxiety is an alarm clock

- Patton yells that Anxiety is happiness

- Logan doesn’t like the loud noise now too “E=MC scared”

- Patton is worried he won’t be allowed the chance to speak

- When Thomas is praising Anxiety, Roman looks extremely distressed and takes two deep breaths

- Roman admitting that Anxiety isn’t all bad looks so difficult for him but it also comes out like something he’s been trying to say for a long time but hasn’t been able to psych himself up to do

- Anxiety’s small smile at Roman saying he makes them all better

- Roman’s immediate response after the smile is “Was that good did I do good?”

- The effect on Anxiety’s voice is beautiful

- Breathing as a technique to stop the anxiety (I know it’s a thing but doesn’t work for me)

- Anxiety praises Thomas as he guides him from the mindscape

- “Being anxious about getting more anxious. Sounds like me”

- Roman is genuinely surprised that Anxiety saved him

- Even though he plays it off, it means a lot to Anxiety that Patton is proud of him

- “Vigilant People” *eyebrow raise* foreshadow

- Anxiety is genuinely distressed about sharing his name

- “You’re great Patton”

- “Logan. Shut your ever flapping gobtalker.”

- Patton is all of us

- No music during the reveal

- Roman is in complete panic about Thomas wanting to know about his laughter in regards to Anxiety being a virgin…. uh….. okay

- Roman acknowledges how much Anxiety had to trust them to reveal his name as Virgil. 

- By the way, Virgil is derived from Vigilant. It’s also of Roman descent

- “You can call me Verge” okay edgelord

-  W H A T  O T H E R S ROMAN stop dropping bombs on us

- Sound of Music farewells

- Anxiety is so happy to be accepted

- The end card is so cute Patton is so pure I love him

Take it easy, guys, gals and nonbinary pals

I STILL don’t have a band name for them, but I’ll worry about that later. Anyway, these baes for my Photofinish AU. I have a separate drawing I did with Tsukki that I will work on later in the week. Looking forward to this AU, too~

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25/01 | Happy birthday, Minato! ♥♥

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Day 1: Dragon

This is a bit late, but I still wanted to get this out for the start of Azula Week 2017! (inspiration)

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Happy Pride Month!
I know it’s just dark purple/greyish purple, but I tried really hard to find asexual pride colors and this was the best I could come up with so far. Hope it’s okay! 🍇🐘🏳🎩
Source: https://instagram.com/p/BSobKdih8yH/

Late night destressing, plus a little bit of vent art.

Jumin is such a complex character. His personality is so much deeper than what it first seems, and he’s such an interesting person to doodle whenever I feel lost, confused, or basically unsure of myself. I can really relate to how he bottles everything up (and that’s bad yo, I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but please don’t bottle up your emotions, whether positive or not, bc jumin’s route wasn’t lying, it really does start killing you from inside). But I’m glad that Cheritz allowed for MC to show empathy and be compassionate, because I do think he deserves to have a happy ending. 

All of you do, okay?^^ You all deserve a happy ending, and if any one of you feels lost, or need someone to talk to, I’m here! I’m not just saying this for the heck of it, I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you believe in yourself again.

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I really wanted to do something like this for Hayato’s birthday!!
Happy valentine’s day!!

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FEMSLASH BOOK CHALLENGE:  a YA/NA book ➝ the melody of you and me by m. hollis 

Being afraid is part of falling in love too. What makes it a positive or negative experience is how you feel once you are with the person. Does she make you feel comfortable and safe and happy? If yes, then go for it. It’s okay where you really stand with people and then move on if it doesn’t work.

Obsession

‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. ‘We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.

'What?’

'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’

'Obsessed’

Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why had he waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.

Ao3

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran with a passionate MC who keeps making them all flustered, like complimenting them about their little quirks, always snuggling up to them... Bonus : MC is a looooves tickling them

Okay, so I think this just turned into random, cheesy, cute fluff,,, Sorry if it’s not what you wanted ^^;


Yoosung

  • It’s the worst when you compliment his eyes.
  • Sometimes in the middle of a make out session, you’ll look into his eyes and just tell him how pretty they are and how you can see the whole universe in them
    • “It might just be my love for you talking, but I can see so many stars… entire galaxies… It’s beautiful. I think you’re beautiful…”
  • When that happens, he starts blushing like crazy
    • your fave is when his whole face turns pink and he just keeps trying to look away from you
  • “Yoosung, you’re so cute! You’re even cuter when your cheeks are all pink like that!”
  • You like to play with his hair a lot and shower him with completely random compliments. He tries to overpower your compliments with his own, which usually leaves him a stuttering mess when you one-up him again
  • Also, this boy’s sides are veeeeeery ticklish
  • He likes to hold your waist while cuddling or dancing or whatever, but as soon as your hands go above his hips, he freaks out
    • “MC I’m just trying to have a nicE TIME WITH Y- MC STOP.”
  • He likes payback though


Jumin

  • Honestly, just telling him you love him makes him blush a little
  • Whenever you do something nice for him, he thanks you profusely
  • You really like just doing nice things for him, but you reeeeeeaaaaally like the way he acts when you do
  • When you cook him dinner, he just looses it
  • The entire dinner, he showers you and your food with compliments
  • Towards the end, when he tones it down a bit, it’s your turn.
  • Jumin, your skin is so pretty. Like, you have such a nice complexion.”
  • When you bring that one out, you typically come over and touch his face.
  • He absolutely adores feeling your hands on his face in a calm, loving way, and he loves the little kisses that come with it
  • His weakness tho
  • When you two are cuddling, you’ll run your hands through his hair and tell him how much he means to you
  • the man practically melts in your hands at that one


Zen

  • Okay, it is so damn hard to fluster this kid
  • He knows all your weaknesses, but you’ve never succeeded in making him more than blush
  • Whenever he winks at you or flirts with you, you’re a babbling mess
  • You just want to make him feel all warm and bubbly like he makes you feel
    • also revenge
  • You two cuddle a lot, but it’s always just peaceful
  • One day while you were getting up, you accidentally brushed your hand against the back of his leg and he freaked out
  • He brought his leg in so that you wouldn’t touch it again and his face turned red
    • “Zen, are you ticklish??”
    • “N-No! That was just-!”
    • “OH MY GOD YOU ARE”
  • That turned into a tickle war, only ending when you almost got kneed in the face
  • To this day, its the only innocent thing you know to do to make him blush, so you’ll sometimes brush the back of his knee in public and just laugh at him
  • He gets sorta pissed, but he thinks it’s cute that you’re having so much fun, so he doesn’t really mind.


Jaehee

  • Every single compliment you give her makes her blush and you love it
  • You compliment her every chance you get because not only are they all true and always relevant, but you think she’s so cute when she’s flustered
  • Like, always-put-together-Jaehee crumbling at your compliments is your weakness
  • You’ll often compliment her on her outfit or how that lipstick you bought her compliments her eyes, but it’s the deeper ones that really get her
  • “You’re the kindest, smartest person I know. You mean the world to me.”
  • When you guys cuddle, sometimes you’ll tell her that you never want to let her go. You want to spend the rest of your life with her and you hope that she’ll never leave you.
    • She cried at that one once
  • Sometimes she’ll go to push her glasses up, but realize that she doesn’t wear them anymore and you laugh.
  • This girl loves scented candles
  • Like, 
  • Loves them
  • So sometimes if you run out to the grocery store or something, you’ll buy her a candle then cuddle on the couch with her 
    • Honestly, it’s like one of those holiday commercials where everything’s perfect and the whole world smells nice
  • When you guys cuddle, you like to tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her, and compliment the cute little things she’s done in the past week
  • Her face gets hot and it makes for warmer cuddles


707

  • You laugh at all his jokes, even when they’re not funny
  • “Luciel, you have the nicest ass.”
    • he says shit like that to you all the time, so you figured it’d be okay if you said it to him too
  • He concealed it well, but it made him feel super nice
  • “Seven, how come you never use caps lock?”
  • “Because my fingers are polite.”
  • He doesn’t know why, but he really likes when you pick up on little things like that.
  • Sometimes you like to take his glasses off so that you can stare into his eyes. When he asks you why you do that, you tell him that you love the color yellow.
    • “Yellow is a happy color. I’m always happy when I see you, and I hope you’re happy when you see me. Your eyes are like…. I dunno.. flowers. The sun. Golden retrievers…………….. Minions.”
  • When you keep going on about how happy he makes you, he gets really happy too because, ‘Oh my god, they love me so much. How the hell did I luck out like this???’
  • His cheeks turn a super light shade of pink. When you start giving him little kisses, he smiles into every single one. His blush gets a little darker when you compliment him more.
  • Sometimes you start to ramble after the kisses, but he never actually stops you. It makes him feel really good.
    • “Have I ever told you that you’re like, the funniest person I know? And you’re so smart! Funny and smart?? How did you get both? That’s not fair! Also, you’re so kind! God, you’re so lucky!!! I’m so lucky!!!!!! WHERE DID I FIND YOU I NEVER WANNA LET YOU GO”
  • By the end of it, he’s blushing like mad and things get deep
  • Also, his feet are hella ticklish, but you only use that when you’re desperate, because it usually ends with you getting kicked in the face and him feeling really bad


V

  • When he’s doing literally anything, you get super close to him and weasel your way into his space
    • Cooking? Hold me.
    • Reading? Let me hold you.
    • Texting? Lets cuddle.
    • Doing something important? Idc, please give me all your love and attention.
  • “Jihyun, I love your laugh! It’s so cute and it makes me so happy! And your smile! You’re just so handsome….”
  • He thinks its so cute that you pick out little things about him, and he thinks about how much you love him a lot.
  • Whenever he gets sad, he thinks about the compliments you’ve given him and everything is okay again
  • a i g h t, his laugh though
  • His laugh is like the most beautiful music to you
  • When you find out that his neck is ticklish,,,,,,HOOOOOOOH BOII
  • Not only do you get to hear his laugh, but you also get to see his smile and compliment him on both
  • plus a new thing that you absolutely love;
  • “When you try to protect yourself, it just makes you look cuter, y’know!”
  • His entire face turns red when you call him adorable, and you do it a lot when he’s trying to protect his neck from your tickles
  • NECK KISSES MAKE HIM SMILE SO BIG, ITS LIKE
  • IF HEAVEN ISN’T BETTER THAN SEEING THIS BOY SMILE AT THE NECK KISSIES, WHAT’S EVEN THE POINT


Saeran

  • Everything makes this poor boy flustered
  • EVERYTHING MAKES THS POOR BOY FLUSTERED
  • “Babe, your bedhead is adorable.”
  • “The pasta sauce on your nose is a good look, really. It’s so cute.”
  • “Saeran, you’re so cute!”
  • Every single nice thing you say or do to him makes him blush and deny everything you say
  • He usually ends up trying to turn it all around and compliment you, but it never really works
  • “I’m adorable?? N-no way! You’re adorable….er.”
  • Cuddling with him is a fucking mess
  • He gets super flustered whenever you touch him, so having your bodies pressed together is ridiculous
  • When he’s super tired, he mellows out though. He falls a sleep when you’re the big spoon and it’s just so cute
  • He’s so cute when he sleeps oh man oh man
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I was happier with this when I started haha. 
This is Vermillinder, he is one of the Hueminn and Oranhamme’s brother. Vermillinder is the Dreamon of Epic Dreams. He tends to speak in an overly theatrical voice all the time and gets overly dramatic about everything.

The design is a WIP but Im finally happy that this is going in a direction instead of just being kind of like a vague thought. His main design is okay, its mostly his tail and hair that need a lil tweaking, plus I’ll need to figure out how his colors work. Thats the hard part’’’

One of the pains of working with characters that are all on a tertiary scale is that vermillion is really really really close to red AND orange so I gotta make sure the colors are just right so each character stands out.

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Well this chapter is basically a Yashiro Mood Board. The one that hurts me the most is the top left: the layered expression on Yashiro’s face is heavy. He’s shook from the good sex and bad memories, he’s got yakuza drama on his mind, and to me there’s a little bit of guilt in there as well. He’s knows what he’s gotten himself into with Doumeki, he knows he’s going to leave, and he knows it’ll fuck up Doumeki. But he does it anyway because he’s used to doing everything on his own and doesn’t know how to be in love.  *shakes fist*

A few more chapter flails:

  • RYUUZAKI IS OKAY. I don’t think Hirata is dead yet but YAY RYUUZAKI IS OKAY. I hope they got his lady out too that woman has suffered.
  • When Ryuuzaki lifts Yashiro’s shirt and goes for the gold, Yashiro doesn’t look particularly happy. Good. I want Yashiro to realize that Doumeki has ruined him for other men. 
  • Doumeki finally wakes up and I’m sure he runs out the door. I did not enjoy the expression on his face at all and I really hope that he doesn’t see Yashiro and Ryuuzaki messing around in the car because it will break his fucking heart and I will die.
  • I noticed on the color title page that the power dynamic is changing again. Doumeki looks almost like he does in Volume ½: in a suit, buttoned up, and Yashiro is kind of in charge and comfortable in his lap. In volume 4, Doumeki was looking at Yashiro as they stood apart, his sleeves rolled up, his jacket off and he’s just more Doumeki, more comfortable. Is this a bump in the road where they’ll go back to their old roles? Or will Doumeki push up on Boss and make him see the light?
How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant

Jumin

  •  He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did. 
  •  At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
  • “I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
  • Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you. 
  • Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
  • “It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
  • Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better. 
  • A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened. 
  • Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
  • He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick. 
  •  The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
  • Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise. 
  • “Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
  • He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
  • Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.  
  • Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin. 
  • “I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest. 
  • He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully. 

Zen

  • You’ve been much more emotional lately. 
  • Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
  • You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
  • Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes! 
  • You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?” 
  • But it backfires.
  • It backfires BAD. 
  • You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character. 
  • “Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug. 
  • You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
  • He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?” 
  • Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him. 
  • Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help. 
  • He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital. 
  • The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
  • You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?” 
  • Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.” 
  • He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound. 
  • The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.  “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
  • Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
  • The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean! 
  • You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy. 

Yoosung

  • It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
  • You two tried every month for six months. 
  • You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation 
    tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
  • Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself. 
  • “Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
  • You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
  • After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done. 
  • The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs. 
  • You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay. 
  • Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics. 
  • “Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
  • Soon he’s crying too. 
  • By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
  • You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm. 
  • Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
  • When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
  • “Yoosung! LOOK!” 
  • Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. 
  • You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
  • The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
  • Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news.  You two are so happy to finally become parents. 
  • The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
  • “There’s just one thing…”
  • He shows on the screen there are four baby beans. 
  • FOUR.

Saeyoung

  • Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
  • Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some. 
  • A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
  • At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
  • And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone. 
  • He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
  • “Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
  • And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
  • What if she regrets our marriage? 
  • Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
  • Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.” 
  • Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!”  You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!” 
  • Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
  • “I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you. 
  • Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
  • Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too. 
  • He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week. 
  • Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
  • When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work. 
  • Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
  • A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months.  “Could it be..?” 
  • You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
  • You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces. 
  • He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive. 
  • OH MY GOD SAEYOUNG WE’RE PREGNANT 
  • You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together. 
  • You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again. 
  • “Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?” 
  • He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby. 

anonymous asked:

U should write more of that prompt w/ badass!harry but at the part where harry finally shows Draco the tattoos on his back

I’ve gotten so many requests for this, and I actually wrote a second part a while ago, but never posted it, so I decided it’s finally time that I do 😁 just a warning that it is very long

My Writing

Part One


Draco and Harry kept talking until they realized there were only five minutes left until they arrived at Hogwarts. They both quickly threw their robes on and gathered their things.

“Excited?” Harry asked as they felt the train slowing down.

“Um…I guess so,” Draco said quietly, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

Harry was about to respond when someone burst through the door to the compartment.

Ron.

“Harry! Mate! We’re sorry we never got to come sit with you, we-” Ron realized Harry wasn’t the only one in there, and he narrowed his eyes at Draco. “What’s he doing here?” Ron spat out.

“We were keeping each other company,” Harry said flatly.

“No company at all is surely better than his company.” Ron glared at Draco as he spoke to Harry.

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree, then. I’ve found that Draco is actually a lot better company than some of the other people I’ve found myself spending time with…or maybe not so much time with…anymore,” Harry said bitterly and then, “Come on, Draco. Let’s go get a carriage before they’re all full.”

Harry grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him out to the carriages.

Ron knew exactly what Harry was talking about. Ever since the war, Harry was, and understandably so, much different than he used to be. And Ron was too, of course, just not as much of a drastic change. It’s not that he didn’t want to hang out with Harry. It was just that it wasn’t the same anymore. It wasn’t just a laugh all the time. A lot of times Ron would say something, just making normal conversation, and they would be like triggers to Harry. So many things now reminded Harry of his traumatic experiences, and it was hard for Ron to tiptoe around all of them. And Ron also liked spending some time alone with Hermione now, which of course took time away from being with Harry. Hermione felt the same way in regards to Harry, but said that they just needed to give him some time and space and he’d come around.

“Potter…” Draco said carefully, sensing his anger and not wanting to set him off.

Harry didn’t respond and Draco felt Harry tighten his grip on his wrist as he continued to pull him along. It wasn’t until they got by the carriages and Harry saw the thestrals that his grip loosened, but he still didn’t let go.

Harry stood there and stared at them for several minutes, no doubt picturing all the deaths he was forced to witness over the past few years, Draco knew this.

“Potter,” Draco tried again, but to no avail.

“Harry.”

Harry’s head snapped back to look at Draco at the sound of his first name. Draco blushed.

“Harry, c’mon. Let’s get in the carriage, yeah?” He asked softly. He knew he had to be careful with how and what he said right now. Harry was upset and he didn’t want to make it worse.

“Yeah…okay,” Harry responded quietly, but made no move to get in.

Draco slid his wrist from Harry’s now slack grip, and placed his own hand around Harry’s wrist, gently tugging him.

Harry followed easily and got into the carriage with Draco.

Harry sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his hands.

“It’s okay…you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ron, Hermione, and I aren’t as close as we used to be.”

Draco was shocked Harry was telling him this information.

“They’ve never said anything to me, but I know. I know they think I’m like…depressed and stuff. I know they don’t think I’m fun to be around.”

“I’m sure they don’t think that.”

“They do. I heard them say it. They obviously didn’t think that I could hear them, but I could.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re very fun to be around.”

Harry looked up and smiled at Draco. Just like when they were on the train and Harry started laughing at Draco’s expense, Draco’s breath caught in his throat. It was just such a nice smile, and the laugh was such a nice sound. Nice…and genuine. Not the fake act that Harry so often put up now. It was real, and Draco loved it.

They sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. That was until Ron and Hermione entered their carriage just seconds before they started to move. Draco felt Harry tense up next to him upon their arrival.

The two of them quietly took their seats and then looked at Harry.

“Harry, Hermione and I are really sorry that we haven’t been hanging out with as often anymore. We know that you’re going through-”

“It’s fine,” Harry cut him off, not wanting to hear it.

“Harry, no,” Hermione interjected.

“Really guys. It’s okay. It’s mostly my fault anyway, and I get that you want some time for just the two of you. I know how relationships work. So it’s fine. We’re fine. Just drop it, okay? Please.”

The two of them just nodded, not sure of what to say.

Hermione then cleared her throat and turned to Draco.

“So, how was your summer, Draco?”

Draco could tell she was clearly trying to break up the obvious tension between him, Ron, and herself.

“Fine, thanks,” Draco said politely. That was far from the truth, but he didn’t really feel like sharing his family problems with her. He knew that the courteous thing to do would have been to ask her how her summer was, but Draco didn’t really care, and didn’t feel like pretending that he did. He didn’t care about blood-status anymore, so that’s not why he was being semi-rude, he just didn’t like her.

Their carriage finally arrived at the castle and Draco nearly sighed in relief. They got out and headed to the Great Hall. When they got into the castle, McGonagall was standing there waiting for the 8th years, much like their first year. McGonagall looked at Harry and he could see the shock on her face at his new appearance. She smiled at him nonetheless, and Harry gave her a smile back. He always had a soft spot for her.

“Since we are lacking space in your old house dormitories, we have set up one specifically for eighth years. They’re set up much like the other ones, but we understand that you all are older and need more privacy now. We have arranged them so that each person has their own room.The rooms aren’t large, but there isn’t much reason to do anything but sleep in them, really. Each has a door with your name on it. That will be your room. I will show you to your dorms after the feast.”

She then walked away to get ready for the sorting, and the eighth years made their way into the Great Hall, where there was also a table designated just for them. Everyone in the hall gasped and looked at Harry, some even pointing. He heard murmurs of, “tattoos…piercing…hair”.

Everyone around Harry was talking excitedly about the new dorms and table just for them. Harry didn’t really care, but he supposed it would be nice to have a little privacy.

“Our own rooms, mate!” Ron said and slapped Harry on the back.

“Yeah…should be cool.” Harry forced out a laugh.

Ron smiled, clearly satisfied with Harry’s response.

Harry took a seat next to Draco and away from Ron and Hermione. He just didn’t really feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

The sorting started, but Harry didn’t pay attention. He didn’t care. The feast then started, but again, Harry didn’t care. He didn’t even touch the food. He just stared straight ahead and began thinking about Dobby and how much he would be enjoying working in the kitchens again now that school had started. Harry kept thinking himself sadder and sadder until something snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Harry?”

“Sorry, just thinking. What is it?”

“I was just saying that you should eat something…you haven’t all day.”

Draco looked at him in concern.

“Oh. No, I’m okay. Not hungry, really.”

“If Dobby were here, could you imagine how happy he would be to know that his friend was enjoying the food he had made?” Draco knew he was pressing his luck saying this. He wasn’t sure how Harry would react.

Fortunately, though, it was a good reaction. A small smile had replaced Harry’s frown and he began putting some food on his plate.

After the feast, McGonagall showed them their new dorm. It was decorated in all 4 house colors, and everyone looked around in awe. She then pulled Harry aside.

“How are you, Potter?” She asked him, concern evident in her eyes.

“Oh I’m…you know, as good as you can be after…” he trailed off.

“I understand. Just know that if you need anything, you can always come to me.”

“Thanks, Professor,” he told her with a smile.

“Oh and Potter, I noticed you and Mr. Malfoy sitting by each other and talking. Are you two, perhaps, friends now?”

Harry smiled.

“Something like that.”

She nodded and then added, “I like the new look, too, by the way. Your hair, it’s nice.” She smiled and then walked away.

Harry chuckled. He knew she was lying, but appreciated her effort at making him feel better.

Harry headed up to the boys’ dorm and found the door with his name on it. He looked around and saw that the rooms were set up in pods of two. He smiled when he saw Draco was the person he’d be sharing the area with.

Harry went into his room and saw his things laying at the foot of the bed. He changed into his pajamas and jumped into bed. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize with everyone. He was frustrated because he knew his declining friendship with Ron and Hermione was his own fault, but he just couldn’t stop isolating himself, not only from them, but from everyone. Despite his frustration, though, Harry began thinking about his new friendship with Draco, and how he wanted it to be more than that, and how he wanted to show him his secret tattoos. And to those thoughts, Harry was able to fall asleep quickly.

His sleep was not nearly as peaceful as it was quick, though. He soon fell into a nightmare. It was about the war, just like the ones he always had.

Harry was woken up from his nightmare, however, by a warm hand gently shaking him.

“Harry…Harry it’s okay. Wake up,” the voice said distantly.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and could just make out a shape in the darkness, He jumped at the sight.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

“Draco?”

“The one and only.”

“What are you doing in here?” Harry asked with a shaky voice.

Draco turned the lights on and then walked back over to Harry.

“I was about to go to bed, but I heard you screaming…you were having a nightmare.”

Harry looked away, blushing.

“Sorry,” he said, almost inaudibly.

“It’s not your fault, Harry. It’s fine.”

Harry could still feel himself shaking from the nightmare, and felt even more embarrassed.

Draco gently tugged on his shirt. Harry startled at the action.

“It’s okay, Harry. I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s get this shirt off, okay? You’re drenched in sweat.” Draco pushed back the hair that was stuck to Harry’s sweaty face.

Harry was tired and didn’t want to put up a fight, but he remembered his tattoos. He knew he wanted Draco to see them, but not now, not like this.

“No, no. S’fine,” Harry mumbled.

“It’s not fine, Harry. C’mon, sit up.”

Draco pulled Harry into a sitting position and then pulled all of Harry’s hair back and put it up into his signature bun for him, keeping it out of the way.

“I-I can do it,” Harry trembled out, still shaken from the nightmare.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Stop being stubborn, Potter. Now lift,” Draco said, nodding towards his arms.

Harry sighed in defeat. If there was one person that was more stubborn than him, it was Draco Malfoy. Harry lifted his arms.

Draco pulled the shirt up and over Harry’s head, he took in the tattoos on Harry’s chest, but then just walked over to the bathroom, not saying anything. Draco knew that now was not the time. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth. He scooted Harry over a bit and sat down next to him.

He gently began wiping the sweat from Harry’s face and body. The cloth was cool on Harry’s skin and he let out a gasp when it touched him.

“Oh yeah. It might be cold.”

Harry chuckled quietly and just let Draco run the cloth over his body.

“Over,” Draco murmured.

Harry turned, now uncaring if Draco saw that tattoo on his back.

Draco wiped the cloth up and down his back, paying special attention to a place on the back of his shoulder. Draco finished and walked back to the bathroom to put the cloth back.

“Better?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, Potter.”

“I like it better when you call me Harry, you know.”

Draco was surprised at this.

“Okay. Harry it is. Lay down now, you need to sleep,” He said while helping Harry back into a laying position and covering him with the blankets.

“Could you…stay?” Harry blushed.

Draco didn’t say anything, but climbed into the bed and under the covers with Harry, who had his back to Draco now.

“Nox,” Draco whispered and the room went dark again.

Draco quickly got comfortable, and then slung his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him in so they were pressed up to each other, back-to-chest. Harry quickly fell asleep again, and Draco soon after.

They woke up the next morning to the sun shining brightly into Harry’s room.

Harry had forgotten what happened during the night and jumped a little when he felt a body behind him.

“Relax, love. You’re fine,” Draco mumbled, still half asleep.

Harry blushed at the nickname, but then relaxed back into Draco’s touch.

“Mm,” Draco hummed in response to Harry’s now relaxed body.

Harry turned so he could face Draco. Draco lifted his arm so Harry could move, but then quickly returned it, this time on his back. He began to absentmindedly rub circles onto it.

Harry sighed, content.

Draco then opened his eyes, meeting two bright green irises. He smiled at Harry.

“G’morning,” Draco said and then yawned.

“Morning!” Harry said brightly.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Draco commented.

“Yes, well, it’s not everyday that I wake up with a very attractive blond in my bed,” Harry said boldly. What did he have to lose?

“Oh?” Draco inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Yup!”

“Well it could be everyday…if you want.”

Harry blushed at that. He wasn’t expecting it.

“I-I might.”

“Good. Because I could get used to this.”

Draco then sat up and stretched.

“So,” Draco began, now looking down at Harry who was still laying. “When did you plan on telling me about these?” Draco asked as he traced a finger around the lily.

Harry’s heartbeat sped up at the contact.

“Soon…” Harry said shyly.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I just…didn’t think telling you after I had just woken you up with a blood curdling scream from a nightmare would’ve been the best time,” Harry joked.

Draco chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

Harry blushed but gave him a smile.

“Well, that one,” Harry said, referring to the flower Draco was running his fingers along, “is for my mother, who saved my life when I was a baby…as I’m sure you know by now.”

“Mm. I figured as much…and this one?” He said, moving his fingers across to the other flower.

“Is um…well I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re mother, she kind of saved my life. She said I was-”

“I know,” Draco said, cutting him off. He knew Harry didn’t want to go too much into depth about his memories of the war.

“Right. So a narcissus flower for your mother, Narcissa…for saving my life.”

“Clever,” Draco teased. “So, two flowers for the two people who saved your life,” he confirmed.

“Yes. But there was a third person who saved my life, too.”

Harry met Draco’s grey eyes before turning over.

“I like this one,” Draco said quietly, tracing the green dragon.

“It’s my favorite. You see, this boy I know, you might know him too, he didn’t give me up to Voldemort after I was captured and brought to his house. He didn’t tell them it was me, even though we had years of fighting and hating each other behind us. If it weren’t for him, I would have been killed then.”

“I never hated you,” Draco said and leaned down to press a soft kiss to the wing of the dragon.

Harry sucked in a breath when he felt Draco’s warm lips on his skin.

“I-I didn’t hate you either.”

“Good,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s skin, covering the dragon with kisses.

Draco moved to kiss down Harry’s spine.

“Draco,” Harry breathed out.

Draco kissed down to the waistband of Harry’s pants.

“You were right, Harry. I would love to have a look at your arse.” He kissed back up to Harry’s shoulders. “But we can save that for a different time.”

Draco flipped Harry over and found Harry blushing deeply, but grinning up at him.

“You’re beautiful,” Draco murmured. “Your cheeks.” He placed a kiss to each blushing cheek. “Your jaw.” Kiss. “Your neck.” Several kisses, maybe even a bite, which Harry let out a quiet whimper at. “Your nose.” Kiss. “Your eyes.” Two featherlight kisses to Harry’s eyelids. “Your messy hair.” A kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “Your stupid scar.” Harry chuckled as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the lightening-bolt shape on his forehead. “And, of course, your lips.”

Draco smashed his lips onto Harry’s. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. Draco sat so he was straddling Harry’s waist. They kissed for several minutes, and when Draco lightly tugged at Harry’s lip ring and then slid his tongue into Harry’s mouth, Harry let out a loud moan. They kissed until they had to pull away for breath.

“I should have done that years ago.”

Harry smiled lazily and mumbled his agreement. Draco just laughed and pressed one more short kiss to Harry’s lips before standing up and stretching.

After that day, things were different. But for the better. Draco was the missing piece Harry needed. He was much happier and almost back to his old self. His friendship with Ron and Hermione was as good as ever. Draco is responsible for that. He would make Harry hang out with them or invite them to be with himself and Harry. He told Harry he didn’t want to see him lose such a good friendship. Ron and Hermione weren’t thrilled about Harry being with Draco, of all people, at first, but after seeing how happy they made each other, they were fine with it. Harry rarely felt so cripplingly sad anymore, like he so often used to, because Draco was always there to brighten his day. Sure he got sad from time to time, and even if Draco couldn’t do anything to make it better, he’d just sit with Harry and tell him how much he loves him. And that was enough.

Harry made things better for Draco, too. People no longer sneered and insulted him when they saw him. No one called him “the death eater” anymore. Draco brought Harry home to the Manor that year for Christmas. He was trembling with nerves because who knew what his parents would think. But Harry had calmed him down. Told him to relax. “If they don’t like me, I’ll live Draco. They wouldn’t be the first people.” His mother took an instant liking to Harry. Lucius, not so much. But Harry never gave up, and Lucius finally warmed up to him. Harry was always there to hold Draco when he was feeling bad about himself. He would always tell him that he was lovely and that he made Harry the happiest person in the world.

After a year of dating, Draco went to a muggle tattoo shop and got a lightening bolt tattoo. Harry got a second tattoo for the person he loved. He got the Draco constellation tattooed across his back.

Three years after that, Harry got something else that would always keep him connected to Draco: a ring. Draco had proposed to him on September 1st, a day that was special to both of them. The day that their friendship, that quickly led to their relationship started. The day that changed everything. The most important day of their lives.

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lol i bought some of my own prints from society6 just to check their print quality ((because i’ve been getting so many requests about uploading my art so people could get them as prints but i wanted to make sure that the quality was nice)) – was a bit surprised at how the different the colors were – they were very faded and yellowish (so i pulled out the mini comic prints) ;; the magazine mockups were a bit dark but i think it’s okay *__* i still kinda liked the prints from the local shop better ((the family portrait prints are so smooth when printed large AAAA so happy)) :0 anyway i left the magazine mockups in society6 so idk

these are terrible phone photos im sorry i was in a rush hahaha