perfect weddings

listen, i love enthusiastic-to-the-point-of-being-scary sidon and silent, stoic, sweet link. i love that content. but you know what else i love? polite, princely sidon swooning over this strange little wildman who fights monsters, devours ridiculous quantities of raw meat, and dives off high cliffs to catch a single fish while screaming.

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some things NEVER change

scars add up - rips pull at thread - three organizations … SAME ATTITUDE

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Definitely hugely inspired by @segadores-y-soldados and @coelasquid. THANK YOU to both of you for your AMAZING ideas and for sharing them!

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Prompt: @paperxheartx
Author: @queenofthyme

It was something Harry had seen in muggle movies as a kid. The sunlight would stream in from the window, highlighting the sleeping face of the heroine. The protagonist would stare at their lover fondly and have an epiphany, or realise their love.

Harry found himself thinking of that now as he stared at Draco sleeping beside him. Only there was no sunlight. There didn’t need to be. Draco radiated a light all on his own. And there was no epiphany for Harry either. No realisation. Only confirmation he had made the right choice.

If it really were a movie, he would reach a hand out and stroke Draco’s face, or place a stray hair behind his ear. But Draco didn’t like to be touched in his sleep. Didn’t like to be caught unaware. After what he’d been through, Harry could understand that. He had similar fears. Although he was quite amenable to waking up to Draco’s touch. Not that he did much. Draco slept in late these days.

Harry had learnt early on that the longer Draco slept, the safer he felt. When they first starting dating, Draco hardly slept at all when Harry stayed the night, and he refused to even try Harry’s bed. But after time, the trust grew, and now Draco always slept longer with Harry. Not that they slept apart much anymore. Only occasionally when Harry worked overnight on a case.

Draco smiled in his sleep. It was only small but it was enough to bring a flutter to Harry’s heart. Even after all this time, a smile from Draco was enough to make Harry weak. In the best possible way.

“I know you’re watching me,” Draco mumbled, his eyes still closed. One of his hands found Harry’s and held it, tracing the new band on Harry’s ring finger.  

Harry wondered what Draco would think if he knew Harry had been comparing their morning to muggle movies. He smiled, realising Draco made quite the unconventional heroine.

‘Good morning, husband.”

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