#thesilvers

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZqHoBgI

by TheSilverSeeker

Let me say to that public which has shown some interest in those glimpses which I have occasionally given them of the thoughts and actions of a very remarkable man that they are not to blame me if I have not shared my knowledge with them, for I should have considered it my first duty to have done so had I not been barred by a positive prohibition from his own lips (...)

 Or: Watson starts thinking about his next writing project, Holmes just wants to get him into his bedroom, and they both have some emotions to work through in regards to the three years they've spent apart. What could possibly go wrong?

Words: 1555, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Story: The Adventure of the Empty House, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Blow Jobs, Porn with Feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending, about 60-40 ratio of sexytime to emotional hurt/comfort

July 20, 2023 at 08:11PM

[demon-blood-youths]

"I don't know... and it's something I don't want to think about." Kisho frowns. Besides... there is no way that Hayato is that stupid. Then again, he was stupid enough to give them a free hit on him without knowing any better.

The letter for the rematch is Hayato since there are misspellings, but the other letter is well written. After Gojo signed his signature, something... magical happens. The letter with signature on it begins to fold like an origami and turns it into a mouth leviating in the air in front of Gojo. Maki back up several steps with a bewildered look on her face. "The hell?" It reminds Kisho of a movie involving a wizardry school.

"Hullo there! Thank you for accepting the letter!" Said a cheerful voice that Kisho recognizes, "My name is Chiba Shukaku! I will be your guide! The location is Ueno Park next Monday at 2pm sharp. We will have the money and match set up. We are looking forward to meeting you!" Said the paper mouth.

"Even if that's the case, he still was something else too. From what many have heard of his story it leaves one wondering. Even with his devil being quiet fond of him.." Vivi said but looks to the others.

"But how come not many know of him like in the past?" Yuji said.

"Oh no, many know about him Itadori. Many know of him and his story. Which results in some worshiping him like another strong demonic god.." she said.

~~~~~~~~~

"One might say that or it's true..." Gojo said thinking about it but it came to the question wonder about it. However, the other teachers were thinking. Accept this challenge or not?

"I agree. Who knows? We might learn about this later down the road." He said with the teachers agreeing more towards this. Even Megumi and Nobara said nothing even Yuji was quiet too thinking about it. He would do it since it's payback for what they did to Taz.

And making sure Sukuna don't suddenly take over to lose it.

[washwashgalaxy]

The Music of Life By Rakesh Chandra

The Music of Life Shorn of any wisdom baggage,  and devoid of Any furnishings on my inner self, I stand Alone-facing the open window, and play My violin to entertain the people withThe music melodious,coming straight from my heart, Before the sun rises high in the sky;I play the tunes of songs of life,Mixing the notes of hope and despair; theSilver clouds and sky azure are the Graceful witnesses���

[drivebymediamusic]

The Sylvers - Showcase

1975 Capitol Records

A little pop , soul and funk but we all know them best for the #1 disco hit Boogie Fever. Wondering why Storybook Girl wasn't released as a single?! Pet peeve people writing with magic marker on album cover!

#thesilvers,#showcase, #boogiefever, #soulfunkdisco ,

[queencocoakimmie]

December’s Last Embrace

“December’s Last Embrace” Cold, in the way that Only your touch can Warm my face. Only your kiss can Bring me pleasure. Before you, I’d spent so much time Running from the winter wolves That hounded my memories. I ran from the past And found asylum in the Silver shadows, Dreaming of tomorrow. I dreamt of a place Where time has no name. A place where inhaling Life, And exhaling pain Is my path to freedom. I dreamt of you And dancing in the snow Wrapped around each other in December’s last embrace. And how our frozen romance Escapes the sting of the morning sun. So tonight, In the arms of a burning moonlight, I give my soul to you. I give all that I have and more. In the hopes that our love, Will last throughout the ages. Will last for one more midnight. ©️KVP Art: “Forehead Kiss” James Suret Prompts: Love Letters on Twitter “December’s Last Embrace” __________________________________ @altpoetryprompts #altpoetryprompts “Winter Wolves” “Inhaling life, exhaling pain.” “Burning Moonlight” “Where time has no name” “Silver Shadows”

Cold, in the way thatOnly your touch canWarm my face.Only your kiss canBring me pleasure. Before you,I’d spent so much timeRunning from the winter wolvesThat hounded my memories. I ran from the pastAnd found asylum in theSilver shadows,Dreaming of tomorrow. I dreamt of a placeWhere time has no name.A place where inhalingLife,And exhaling painWas my path to freedom. I dreamt of youAnd dancing…

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

@robocultist Here are a few! If you want more, just let me know and I'll add on. They're all on AO3. To me, the number of hits doesn't exactly tell you how well known it is, since some people back out, so I'm just going to list the ones I like.

Some have smut, some have violence, but the tags should help you out. None lock guests out, but I do have some that are, so if you have an account, let me know and I can add the locked ones.

Post-Fall

Great Cathedrals by l3moncoffee (post-fall, mentioned mpreg, Murder Husbands become grandpas, sweet and fluffy, rated G)

Chasing Thoroughbreds by HigherMagic (post-fall, omega verse, amnesia fic, rated E, very satisfying)

Stars Around My Scars by WordsAblaze (post-fall, rated G)

Perfect the Way We Are by capn_fuzzy (post-fall, omega verse, mpreg, rated M)

The Birth of the Lamb by HollyMartins (mpreg, pre-and-post-fall, rated M)

Earth Tones by sourweather (post-fall, rated T)

nothing in the world belongs to me but my love by antiheroblake (post-fall, injured Hannibal, rated M)

I want, I want, I want by horror (gazing) (post-fall, rated T)

I'm Not Made for This by stranded_labyrinth (post-fall, mpreg, omega verse, rated M)

DNR by herding_elephants (post-fall, sad, rated M)

Til death do us part by Ruiz_M (post-fall, dark and possessive Will, not rated)

bluebird waltz by indigocarnation (post-fall, rated E, suicide attempt)

Mouth to Mouth Resurrection by McRibFarewellTour (post-fall, not rated, depression story)

Beneath the Brine by Tina_Mairin_Goldstein (post-fall, rated T, written by me)

His Shadow Suspended on Dust by Tina_Mairin_Goldstein (post-fall, omega verse, mentioned mpreg, rated T, also mine)

AU

(none are really post-fall)

Letters to Hannibal by ElizaLeto (mpreg, war AU, on-going, rated M, a personal favorite)

A Song of Love and Crime by TheSilver Queen (GoT AU, omega verse, rated M)

Like Calls by Buuuutidgaf (omega verse AU I don't know how to categorize, unfinished but awesome, rated E)

Deadly Courtship by flutterbydream (mermaid/merman omega verse AU, on-going, rated E)

what you're given, what you live in by Flamin_Homosexual (a Tangled-inspired AU, on-going, rated E)

All That Shatters by AngelofSadness (Victorian omega verse AU, on-going, rated M)

From slave to mother by bravewhenfearful (another sort of Victorian AU, omega verse, mpreg, rated M)

Hunt and Belong by trih (Will is a god AU, rated T)

We have everythin' (Our love's enough) by LaynaVile (vampire Hannibal/werewolf Will AU, omega verse, mpreg, rated M)

Holding Moonlight by whenitstarted (The Handmaid's Tale AU, omega verse, mpreg, rated E)

Autumnal and Estivel (The Price of Godhood series) by Tina_Mairin_Goldstein (Hades and Persephone AU, noted rated, written by me)

So, I just watched Hannibal. Cue my new hyper fixation for the next few months. While we’re here, might as well rant off some of my first initial thoughts.

1. The cliff scene ripped my heart out. There is no better way it could have ended. I’m going to rant about this later, or else it will take up half of this post.

2. How the fuck did Freddie bloody Lounds survive to the end???

3. Both of the main characters are so so fucked up. Main reason I ship them is cause if they are not together they are a hazard to everyone around them.

4. On that same note, how did Will not have a stronger reaction to his head literally being attempted to be cut in half?

5. The crime scenes are so beautiful at times. Especially the mushroom one and the dude in the flower tree.

6. I’m just happy Alana and Margot got a genuinely nice ending.

7. I’ve listened to Love Crime over 50 times over the last couple days.

8. Bedelia is such an interesting character, especially with her relation to Hannibal. The final scene with her cooked leg can be interpreted in several ways, also going to rant about this later.

9. Hannibal fanfic is god tier. Please give me recs.

10. I want a romcom of this show filmed from Hannibal’s perspective, this is a need.

Expect more Hannibal posts soon, this turned out longer than I expected :D

[vanibear]

if i just cried bc of a dolly parton song

[thesophieharper-blog]

New blog post "Pops of Red with Kate Spade" is up on my blog that co-founded with my sissy @rowaneversmann Blondes in the City. 😊😍😘❤💗💜👩🏼💋👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🌈🌺🌸#loveit #lovemylife #lovemyfamily #sophieharper #hawaii #hearteyes #thankful #sofun #sohappy #solucky #proudwifey #proudmomma #tiredmomma #thesilvers #hawaiilife #blessed

[green-pikmin-posting]

kill. all. theyare big. more food. more nutrient. carry.ask the big one.silver one. to carry whilewe hunt.

theyare...at onion with the big green one. getting flower pellets.

thesilver one is not part of the hive. but theyspeak and hear like they are.

they feel cold. empty. but theydo not think like it. what are they?

craving nurtince

[omnipotentchaos]

The Silver - Ward Of Roses Bouquet - Limited Edition Gilead Media - 2021 #thesilver #wardofroses #gileadmedia #postblackmetal #blackmetal #vinyl #vinylpost #vinylporn #vinylcollector #vinylcollection #vinykcollectionpost #vinyljunkie #vinylgram #vinyloftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/ClO3D0AJakp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CKVfdhp by TheSilverSeeker A year after returning alone from Switzerland, Watson is trying to fill his days with his work - the medical practice, and love letters to a man who will never read them in the form of stories in the papers. Meanwhile, growing mad with frustration and hungry for revenge, a hunter sets a trap. Words: 1260, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: John Watson, Sebastian Moran, Sherlock Holmes Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sebastian Moran & James Moriarty Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Reichenbach, Great Hiatus, Kidnapping, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort July 02, 2023 at 09:06PM

[drivebymediamusic]

The Sylvers - Showcase 1975 Capitol Records

The Sylvers – Showcase 1975 Capitol Records

The Sylvers – Showcase 1975 Capitol Records A little pop , soul and funk but we all know them best for the #1 disco hit Boogie Fever. Wondering why Storybook Girl wasn’t released as a single?! Pet peeve people writing with magic marker on album cover! #thesilvers,#showcase, #boogiefever, #soulfunkdisco , https://www.instagram.com/reel/CnK3uJEBujC/?igshid=NTU1Mzc3ZGM=

[queencocoakimmie]

Never Let Me Go

“Never Let Me Go” Come to me With thoughts of divine Love and hunger and Never let me go. For I have loved you in the Silver shadows and felt your Desire in the moonlight. My mate, my twisted fate, my midnight lullaby. ©️KVP Art: “Love in Colour”, James Suret

The full moon wanesAnd I ask it toSave me from myself. Because the urge withinTo confess my sins to youIs so strongThat I fear the clouds mayCatch fire and my soul mayBe engulfed in their flames. So I will wait for youIn my twilight dreamsAnd pray youCome to me in this darkHour. Come to meWith thoughts of divineLove and hunger andNever let me go. For I have loved you in theSilver shadows and…

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Fifteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: This is definately a shorter chapter, and I’m sorry for it. The series is wrapping up and I have a plan for the ending, just trying to make everything work the way I want it to.  

Three weeks had passed since Colson had headed back to California to get everything situated before he went back on tour. Tiffany had heard from him every day, but the incessant loneliness still lingered around her like a fog. After their argument, he’d tried to convince her to come see him multiple times, but she always declined with the excuse she had way too many responsibilities at the gallery. Which she did, of course, but there was also something deep inside her that was keeping herself guarded. She knew if she went to California she wouldn’t come back, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. She knew better. She knew that despite all his declarations of love and marriage, he was still MGK. 

She did love him, and she did want to marry him, she just wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going to uproot her entire life and have nothing again if things didn’t work out.

Work was mundane and empty without Norman around, and with him being her only friend in the city, her social life was non existent. After spending all day in the office editing or setting up shoots, she’d simply come home, order dinner, curl up on the couch, and wait for Colson to call. 

Tonight, however, was different. It was the night of the concert and Ashleigh and the band had come over as soon as their plane had landed and spent the day with Tiffany while they waited on Colson and the others to arrive. 

“Shot time, bitch!” Ashleigh laughed, leaning against the door jam of the bathroom with a glass in her hand as Tiffany finished drawing a pointed black line across her eyelid. 

Tiffany smiled at Ash through the mirror as she replaced the cap to the liner, running her hands through her purple waves before turning around and facing the woman with her hand extended. They tapped their glasses together before downing the tequila, the acrylic-flavored burn making both of them wince. 

“You know, for having a millionaire for a fiancé, you sure do have some cheap fuckin’ liquor.” Ash hissed , shaking her head back and forth with the taste.

Tiffany narrowed her eyes at her friend at the use of the ‘f word,’ but didn’t comment on it, instead just sticking her tongue out at her before turning back around to finish her hair. When she was done, the two women made their way into the kitchen where everyone else was. Baze was pouring more shots for everyone while AJ and her brother were rolling blunts at the breakfast bar. 

Rook turned around as he ran the rillo over his tongue, his eyes widening for a second as he took in her appearance before a grunt of protest could be heard.

“Oh fuck no! Ain’t no fuckin’ way you’re wearing that!” Rook scolded, placing the blunt on the counter before grabbing Tiffany by her shoulders and pushing her backwards. 

Tiffany slapped his hands away and stopped in her tracks, pushing on his chest with a perfectly manicured fingernail, “The fuck are you talking about?”

“You're going on stage tonight, dumbass,” Rook stared, gesturing with his hands to her outfit, “You can’t crowd surf in a fuckin, skirt and hooker heels.”

“Since when and who said?” She responded annoyed, her brow furrowing as she placed her hands on her hips, “This is the first time I’m hearing of this.”

Shrugging, AJ replied, “That’s what Kels said.”

Tiffany groaned in response while stealing the shot from the counter, downing it quickly before turning around and stomping towards her room to change.

Once she’d replaced her outfit with a cropped Motley Crue shirt and shorts with her Chucks, it was time to be on the way to the venue to meet up with everyone else. 

—

“Alright, alright, guys,” Kels began, raising the mic to his lips as his other hand gestured for the crowd to settle down as the ending of Candy drifted off through the auditorium, “I’ve got one song left off of Hotel Diablo before we play some old shit for y’all.”

The audience’s screams echoed through the building once more, bringing a smile to Colson’s face as he looked back behind him to Slim and the rest of the band. They beamed at each other for a moment before Kels raised his hand again, the cheers calming almost instantly. 

“This is a song that I wrote for someone extremely special to me.” He began, looking out to the crowd once more before continuing, “If you guys don’t mind, I would like to bring her out so I could perform it for her for the first time.”

The crowd roared again, and Kels looked over to the side as the stage as Tiffany made her way towards him. She waved to everyone as they cheered for her, Colson wrapping her up in his sweaty embrace before kissing her deeply. 

The intro to the song began once they pulled away from each other, Colson tangling their hands together after putting the mic in the stand between them. He sang the first verse into the mic while staring straight into her eyes, they’re hands swinging back and forth slowly. 

Tiffany couldn’t help the tears that rolled silently down her cheeks as his voice captivated her, the lyrics holding so much more meaning than they normally did. Colsons eyes widened in surprise when she stepped forward for Madison’s part, her voice shaking with emotions as she sang the words.

Colson pulled away from her as he began the last verse, detaching the mic from the stand as he took a step back. 

“Why you tryna run when I feel like you the one sometimes? I guess a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good” 

As the last word drifted off, Colson pulled the small box out of his pocket and kneeled down. His fingers were trembling with nerves as he fumbled with the lid, jerking it open to reveal the perfect diamond ring. He looked up to the woman he loved in pure fear, his pupils encased by the oceanic blue of his irises. 

Tiffany’s breath caught in her throat with a gasp, her hands covering her mouth as she looked from Colson to the audience, back to him before turning towards her brother and the others who had gathered around. Rook held out his phone to her to reveal her father on the screen, the old man himself choked up as they all watched and waited. 

“Tiffany Marie Cappelletty, will you marry me?”

Tiffany’s body shook with a sob as she nodded her head, the crowd erupting instantly with the rest of her friends around her. Colson’s eyes shined with the brightness of all the stars as he jumped to his feet and enveloped her in his arms, squeezing her as tight as he possibly could. 

His fingers were practically vibrating as he ripped the ring from the box, almost dropping it as he shoved it on her hand before jerking her wrist up to show off the flashy ornament. 

Tiffany laughed as she watched his excitement feed into the audience, letting him bask in the moment before pulling him to her lips. She snaked her tongue in his mouth to savor him for a second before pulling away and hugging him again. 

“I can’t believe you,” she said into his ear, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour. 

“You told me I had to do it right.” He replied smugly, kissing her again before turning back to the audience

“Thank you all for being apart of this.” He spoke into the mic, looking out at all the fans as he pulled Tiffany into his side, “This is something I wanted the family to be apart of.” 

“If just to ensure she wouldn’t say ‘no!’” Slim teased as he wrapped a long arm around Colson from the other side, bright smile beaming at the two of them. 

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Colson chuckled back, shrugging his shoulders while dodging a slap from Tiff before continuing with the show.

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[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Rosa’s Homecoming

Rosa Diaz x Reader

A/N: Drabble prompt request by my boo @sorenmarie87  “I was wondering how long you were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

Thank you for the prompt!!! I hope this came out ok, its been a while since I wrote for the Detective <3

WC: 991

Tags:  @kazosa // @sorenmarie87  // @lefthologramdeer  //  @rockyhorrorpictureshowstyle //  @his-paradox //  @letsby //  @taking-out-the-trash-fam // @53v3nn4t10n4rmy  // @courtneychicken // @bisexualdolphinthings // @through-thesilver-lining // @vickyfarley // @teenageshitposts // @whelp-that-just-happened // @acrotica  

“So, any plans for when Rosa gets back?” Jake asked, pushing the sugar towards your cup of coffee. 

“A few,” you mumbled under a smile as you added the sugar he shared. “Nothing that concerns the Nine Nine, though.”

“You know we’re having a ‘Welcome Back Rosa’ party at Shaw’s right? You’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course,” you shrugged. “I wouldn’t miss it. But you know, she’s gonna hate it.”

“She’s gonna love it,” Jake said, then paused. “Nope, you’re right, she’ll hate it. But... too bad. She’s been gone undercover for three months and no way she’s getting out of celebrating!” he exclaimed quickly, then chugged his coffee. “Boy, am I glad you’re her girlfriend though. You’re so much like her it's scary! Having you around sort of makes it feel like she never left”

You watched him with a raised brow as he continued to drink cup after cup quickly.

“I think you’ve had enough of that, Jake.”

“Never. I need the caffeine. Lots to do... Amy put me in charge of Rosa’s party. So, I’ve got at least five million things to do in the next hour. Gotta get my brain in gear. Be sure to get to Shaw’s before six!”

Jake slammed the rest of his coffee, tossed the cup towards the trash and missed completely before he ran out the door. Rolling your eyes, you picked it up and threw it out.

A few hours later, you were ready for Rosa’s party. It had been three months since you’d seen her, and working at the precinct while she was gone undercover had been sheer torture. Never knowing when she’d be able to check in, or if she was safe. But then the call finally came in. They were ready for the takedown and then she could come home. 

Wearing your tightest skirt, and most revealing blouse, along with the thigh-high boots you knew Rosa loved,  you made your way down into Shaw’s to find the rest of the precinct there and ready to welcome Diaz back with open arms. 

“Daayyum (Y/N),” Amy and Jake said in unison upon seeing you. 

"What?” you shrugged.

“Nothing, just... I don't think I’ve ever seen you outside of jeans and T-shirts,” Amy mused. 

“I dress how my girl likes me best,” you said with a half-smile. 

Some rumblings of noise came from the street entrance, and Rosa’s voice carried through to the basement bar. Everyone gathered together and waited to shout surprise as Boyle led her down the stairs.

“Surprise!” the crowd yelled as she finally walked in, her face initially stoic and unresponsive to the party. 

“Hey,” she said and looked through the faces. “Miss me or something?”

Amy, Jake, and Terry rallied around her, giving her hugs and gushing with how much they missed her. You just hung back, knowing she would get you eventually. Letting the rest of the Nine Nine say their hellos, it took more than a few minutes for her to make it through the crowd of well-wishers. 

She broke through the masses and saw you standing there, leaning back against the end of the bar, a small smile living on your lips.

“I know you?” you asked casually as Diaz approached, a little smirk on her face.

“Maybe. You look like some girl I used to know,” Rosa said, pausing a few feet in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest.

Charles, Amy, and Jake swarmed her again, but Rosa’s eyes never left your face. Neither of you made a move for each other, as the others peppered her with question after question. She didn’t answer them. Her dark brown eyes just scanned you from head to toe, and with each pass she did of your body, you became more desperate for her to come over.

With a twitch of your head, you called her over. She pushed passed her fellow detectives and made a straight line to you.

“It’s been a while,” she purred, before diving in and attacking your lips with her own.

You kissed her back with furor, your hand tangling up in her hair, your other wrapped tightly around her waist. The noise and chaos of the bar around you fell away as you reconnected with Diaz, uncaring about the public display of affection.

Her lips were just as soft, yet manic as you remembered; she tasted like Green Tea and peppermint. Her curls were silky beneath your fingertips and you suddenly wished you were anywhere that you could begin peeling off her clothes.

From behind her, you thought you heard someone coughing, then clearing their throats. Neither you nor Rosa attempted to stop saying hello. A moment later Jake was tapping her on the shoulder, finally making Rosa peel away from your lips.

“What, Jake?”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“Don’t know. Maybe never,” Rosa replied, then kissed you again.

A minute or two more, and you pulled back, giving her ass a little squeeze as you did. “So, three months undercover. Can you maybe not do that again? It’s far too long.”

“Deal. If I do, could you maybe not wear a skirt like that until we get home. Now I gotta sit here with these jokers I love unconditionally and try to NOT think about taking you home and ripping it off.”

“Deal. Now, can I get you a drink, detective?”

“Shots. Multiple shots. Rounds for everyone!” she called out, and the entire bar cheered back.

“Welcome back to the NINE NINE DIAZ!” Terry cheered, his fist pumped in the air.

“NINE NINE!” the bar called back.

Rosa took a shot, wrapped her arm around your waist and left a soft kiss on your cheek.

“It’s damn good to be home,” she said, and lightly nuzzled your neck as everyone watched. “Damn good.”

[felixjoyful]

Hi can you do 41 or 59 for drarry please ? 💖

Number 59, “I could punch you right now.”

It got longer and angstier than I thought it would, but it ends well, don’t worry.

There is a cut.

***

Harry was acting oddly. Draco was pretty sure he wasavoiding him. Not an easy feat as they had been living together for half ayear.

Draco didn’t like it.

He told himself that every relationship hit their roughpatch some time. He just had to give Harry his space to figure out whatever itwas that was bothering him. But fuck, it hurt. Everytime Harry avoided hisgaze, everytie he changed the subject when Draco asked what was wrong, Dracofelt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.

He wanted to grab Harry, and shake him, ask him ‘What did Ido wrong? Why do you hate me?’

One night, Draco decided to put his French roots to use andcook dinner, a real dinner, a five course meal, something that would make Harryforgive him anything.

Only Harry was late, and as the soup grew cold in theirnicest china, so did Draco’s heart. Were they over? Would Harry leave, would hetake all that was his, the fridge, the curtains, Draco’s love and happiness.Would he at least tell him why?

By the time Harry came home, it was 11 PM and the candleshad metled out. Harry stared at the perfectly dressed table with consternation.

‘’I was at Ron’s,’’ he said, and Draco felt like he shouldcry. ‘’Did you make all of this because…’’ he paused, sounding hesitant. ‘’Wereyou going to propose?’’

Draco was definitely crying, with barely enough strengthleft in him to shake his head no.

‘’Oh, thank Merlin,’’ Harry sighed and Draco exploded.

‘’What is that supposed to mean, Harry? Have I grown sorepulsive to you that the thought of me wanting to be married to you provokessuch… contempt?’’ He was sobbing so hard he had trouble breathing.

Suddenly, Harry was there, craddling his face, wiping awayhis tears with his thumbs.

‘’Oh, Love, of course not, how could you think such a thing?’’

‘’You’ve barely looked at me in a week.’’

Harry looked startled and slowly pulled something out of hispocket.

‘’Draco. I was hoping you wouldn’t propose because I wasplanning on doing it first. Look.’’

Draco couldn’t understand the words, couldn’t understand thesilver ring in Harry’s palm.

‘’I was trying to keep it a secret. I thought you could readit all over my face, I was so excited. I didn’t think you could ever believethat I hated you.’’

‘’I could punch you, right now,’’ Draco confessed, hisfeelings all confused.

‘’Is that a yes?’’, Harry asked, sounding almost scared.

‘’Of course it’s a yes, you idiot.’’

Harry laughed, sliding the ring up Draco’s finger.

‘’I guess the proposing party on Saturday can easily beturned into an engagement party,’’ he said.

Draco really wanted to punch Harry, but he kissed himinstead.