#vanilla sky fanart

[pazpatas]

My god this movie. I want to appreciate it so loudly but for now I’ve got this quick drawing. If you haven’t watched vanilla sky yet, please do. It’s so pretty and somewhat personal, an amalgamation of things I love: music, the media I see, just put in my little head, and it makes me feel good. Personally I like things like that. You surround yourself with music and movies fuelling your own stuff you make (or not, just giving you energy) then you feel really seen. It cures loneliness for a while, it really does make you feel full again and more alive than the real world. I don’t know if it’s good but makes everything feel right.

[mavsfav]

Nobody does fanart or anything related to vanilla sky so I did 😻

[asteriskdisasterisk]

MORE CASTLE IN THE SKY AU, GET BLASTED

[carp3tpasta]

Slugcars!![pls click for better quality]

Kinda a Watcher tribute, but I'll do something else with them as more of the focus.

I've been wanting to practice landscapes [cuz I suck], and I'm pretty happy with this!

[irishk0rn]

🎶Someday you will find me

Caught beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova

A champagne supernova in the sky🎶

[mikimakiboo]

Muffins

Inspired by @ancientschampionau 's Real Age AU, in which Nightmare loses his corruption and goes back to his six year old form and the gang takes care of him as they all live in a farm (there's more things happening but I ain't gonna spoil lol)

I have already done fanarts, headcanons and comments, all that was left was a fanfiction ! (I think it's the first time I have been so invested in a story) Hope you'll like it and hope I got their personalities right :')

I've been everywhere in your asks and comments lmao I hope I'm not being annoying :')

English still isn't my first language so please excuse the grammatical errors ♡

The moon was high in the sky, it was very late, or very early depending on the point of view, everyone was sleeping, the four adults piled up on each other. Nightmare looked at them before slowly getting out of bed, the small skeleton had a mission and he needed everyone to be asleep. He carefully walked to their pillow nest to grab his giant bat plushie, Batsie he called her, and walked to the bed again, sitting Batsie near the edge in front of the sleeping pile.

- You watch them for me.

He commanded the bat. If anyone saw him talking to the plush he would never hear the end of it. Batsie fell over. Nightmare sat her straight again and put pillows on each side to prevent another fall. Once the bat was secured and after making sure no one woke up the small skeleton left the room, slowly closing the door behind him. He needed to be fast, Horror and Cross usually woke up quite early, he needed to be done by that time.

He could feel the cold floor through his socks, it was an old house, they hadn't install everything yet and for now their only source of heat was the fire place, so Nightmare had to wear socks in and out of bed so he wouldn't get cold.

He went to the kitchen, grabbed a chair and dragged it next to the counter before climbing on it and standing up slowly, he didn't want to fall after all. He grabbed the big cooking book, a gift from Crop as he never used it, and opened it to look through the pages until he found the recipe he was looking for: muffins. He wasn't allowed to help around in the house or with the farm work, everytime he tried they would grab him and put him back in the nest, but he couldn't just stay there and do nothing ! They all worked so hard to protect him, to take care of him and to renovate this house, he felt bad about not doing anything for them in return, so he decided that he had enough, he will bake them muffins and they will enjoy them because he will make them with love ! And chocolate. Cross loves chocolate, so if anyone says anything he could turn to Cross, he will surely stand on his side.

He rolled up his sleeves and gathered everything he needed to bake: two bowls, a whisk, a spoon, muffin molds, flour, sugar, cocoa powder and chocolate chips, baking soda, yogurt, milk, vegetable oil, an egg, and vanilla ! He stopped for a moment to make sure there wasn't any noise coming from the bedroom but all he could hear was silence. All the ingredients were there, good, because climbing up and down the chair was starting to hurt his back, and even if it hurt less thanks to the care Dust was putting into cleaning his wounds he still needed to be careful.

He read the instructions out loud to himself.

- First, mix the dry ingredients in a bowl...

Carefully, he measured his ingredients and put them in his first bowl: flour, sugar, baking soda, chocolate chips and cocoa powder. He looked up.

- Oh, I forgot to heat the oven !

He had seen Horror using it before, so he knew which buttons to turn. The oven biped, making Nightmare flinch and turn to the bedroom, but no one came out. He sighed in relief, he wanted this to be a surprise, if they woke up now and saw him then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore ! Also they might forbid him to finish baking.

He went back to his recipe, now mixing the wet ingredients in the second bowl: the yogurt, the milk, the egg with some parts of the shell that he had to pick out, the oil and the vanilla extract, before adding it to his first bowl and mixing again. He had to take a few breaks, the mix has started to thicken and it was hard stirring it with his little arms. Horror would have done that effortlessly, but the big guy was sleeping and Nightmare didn't want to wake him up for that, he could do it himself ! He was a big boy ! He has lived for five hundred years ! His body and mind got stuck at six though, but still ! He was perfectly capable of baking muffins for his parents gang.

The mixture finally got smooth after ten minutes of stirring to get rid of the lumps, he could now pour it into the molds with the spoon as to not make a mess. He filled each mold equally, opened the oven's door slowly, put on the thick oven mitts and carefully put his molds inside the oven, closing the door again.

- Twenty minutes.

He said, looking at the time on the oven's clock. He had a timer, but he didn't set it because the noise would wake up the others, and he obviously didn't want that to happen.

- Have to clean now.

Everything went well ! The muffins were in the oven and no one woke up ! Now all he had to do was put the dishes in the sink and the ingredients back in the cabinet, easy ! He grabbed everything and put it back in place, feeling proud of himself and very excited to show his surprise to everyone. He grabbed the bag of flour, the last thing on the counter, and got down of the chair. He tripped.

Danger. Something happened. Dust's soul clenched in his chest, waking him up in a jump, his breath fast and eyelights frantically looking around. Horror was under the others, Cross had his head on his chest, Killer was taking all the space as usual, Batsie was sitting at the end of the bed, Nightmare wasn't there. Nightmare wasn't there. Dust looked again, Horror, Cross, Killer, Batsie, no Nightmare. Panic started to take over, where was Nightmare ?!

He jumped out of the bed, looking everywhere in the room, maybe Nightmare was reading in a corner ? But there was no baby in sight. He stormed out of the room, quickly spotted light in the kitchen, and immediately teleported there. What was he doing this early in the kitchen ? Horror wasn't even awake yet !

A mess. Nightmare had made a mess. There was flour everywhere, from the floor to the cabinets and even himself. He sat on his knees, looking at the mess he made. Of course he made a mess. He always made messes. Back in Dreamtale he always made messes, that's why everyone hated him, because he couldn't do anything right, and now he had made a mess again in the kitchen when he was supposed to make his family a gift. He felt... terrible, his soul hurt, his arms hurt and his cheeks burned. They were going to be mad at him, so mad, he knew he didn't have to right to be alone near the kitchenware, it was too dangerous, he could hurt himself, and not only he did just that, but he also made a mess with the flour.

He heard a teleportation noise behind him. Oh. Oh no. He didn't want that, he didn't want to wake them up, it was supposed to be a surprise ! It was supposed to be perfect ! Why did he have to trip and fall ?! Why did he have to be such a good-for-nothing ?!

- Nightmare ! Are you okay ?! What happened, are you hurt ?!

Dust rushed to his side, kneeling in front of him, not caring that he just stepped in the flour, his baby was on the floor, not responding, he couldn't care less about what he stepped in. He quickly but gently made him look up, a hand on Nightmare's chin, looking for scratches, and was deeply relieved to find none.

- What were you doing here ?

He asked, but Nightmare just looked at him, his eyelights and little lips trembling, he sniffed. Dust quickly pulled him against his chest, sitting correctly to put his baby on his lap as he began to sob, grabbing his shirt with his tiny fists.

- It's okay, I'm not mad, I promise.. I'm not gonna yell at you.. I'm just worried..

He gently pat his skull, avoiding his back as he didn't know yet if Nightmare hurt himself there. The small skeleton pressed his face against his chest, he didn't want that to happen... his surprise was ruined now...

Dust looked around them, letting Nightmare calm down at his own pace, he noticed the bag of flour on the ground and the oven turned on with something inside of it. If Nightmare was hungry, why didn't he just grab a snack ? Why didn't he call him or the one of the others ?

- I'm sorry...

Nightmare sniffled. Dust looked down at him.

- What happened.. ?

He asked again, calmly, still peting his skull.

- I wanted t-to make muffins... for-for when you wake up...

He choked on his tears. Dust hated hearing him cry, he hated it so much, he wasn't supposed to cry, he was supposed to be happy, not hurt.

- It-it was supposed t-to be a surprise...

- You should have called us...

- No.. ! I-I wanted to make it myself.. ! You always do everything an-and I never do anything...

He protested. Of course it was the reason. Dust knew Nightmare felt like he needed to do something in return, to thank them, no matter how much they told him he didn't have to he kept insisting. The adult sighed.

- Night.. it's very sweet of you, really, but we are not here because we expect something from you, we are here because we love you, because we care about you, and love isn't something you need to be thankful for..

Nightmare sniffed, wiping off his tears has he listened to Dust. All his life he had been a burden, he just couldn't imagine that a whole group of people got together and collectively decided to unconditionally love him... it was just... too good to be true... they were too good to be true...

- If you wanted muffins we could have baked them together, it would have still been a surprise for the others...

Nightmare simply nodded, looking down. He felt Dust's lips against his head. A kiss.

- Did you hurt yourself.. ?

He nodded again.

- My arms and back hurt...

- Okay, stay here then, I'm going to clean up..

Dust got up with Nightmare to sit him back on the chair, giving him one last pat before grabbing the bag to put it back on the counter, he then took a broom and began cleaning the floor. Nightmare still felt bad, but not quite as bad as a few minutes ago, Dust wasn't mad, he didn't yell, and the others were apparently still sleeping.

Twenty minutes passed.

- I'll take them out.

Dust said before Nightmare even had time to lift his arms. He took the muffins out of the oven and put them on the counter to cool off. It smelled so good, and they looked good too ! Nightmare smiled as he looked at his creation, he was happy.

Now all he had to do was wait for the others to join them and then they could all enjoy some warm muffins made with all the love he had in his little body.

Some things didn't go as planned, but... it was still perfect to him, everything was perfect... and the muffins were delicious !

- the end -

[mimi-noelle]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

AAAHHH! Thank you for this! I can’t remember the last time I got an ask like this!

Okay so, things that make me happy:

1. My found family. They are the reason I have love in my life.

2. Star Wars. My current number one obsession. There’s so much here that I love, but my favorites are the animated shows. I think I’ve watched all of Rebels five times and season 1 of The Bad Batch four times.

3. Fire Emblem. My obsession with Three Houses continues to go unchecked. I just made a new blog specifically for Three Houses fanart exclusively. I’m surprised it took me this long.

4. Fanart and fanfiction. Art gives me life and fiction warms my soul. I love all the creativity of people. That they give new life to things I already love. Artists and writers are incredible.

5. The stars. I am in love with the night sky. Once I saw the Milky Way and I almost died of joy.

Honorable Mentions:

- Music

- A More Civilized Age podcast

- Honey Vanilla Chamomile tea

- My cheap sparkly earrings

Thank you for this! It was fun thinking about all the things I love! I definitely needed the positivity!

[jjk-eugie]

Aaahhh @rahuratna . You have no idea how much I appreciate you taking your time to write this, so don’t apologize at all! In the contrary, I think most of us artists want to reach to our audience and connect in this meaningful way of getting feedback. I always love reading what people think of my fanarts.

Yes, to me the arch form is a literal joined roof, which is of course symbolic of marriage. The sky with vanilla tones was more of an experiment and I wanted to give a sense of light, magical colors as the ones you see at twilight: because this type of sky colors can only be seen for a fleeting time, just like we got a fleeting glimpse of KusaHigu in canon. 🥲

Kusakabe’s posture of course is the one of the protector of the ship, the one willing to shield Higuruma from the pain of the world no matter what. I love this ship so much, and I love each character individually but I have a bias towards Kusakabe and i think it shows in my art 🫣 I spend always a long time trying to get his facial expression right, make him look as handsome as he is to me. 🥰

One detail I enjoyed adding here was Kusakabe wearing his ring on a necklace. He is a swordsman who yields his weapon with both hands, so he never wears any jewelry. This is a personal HC of course (that I read from a friend) and I loved this detail. Plus, this way I was able to draw both Kusakabe right side scars and his wedding ring.

Thanks again for your comment! It means so much to me 😁🫶

My entry for kusahiguweek2024 Day 7 - prompt: Future.

I wasn’t able to participate every day in this event and this one is a late submission, but I’m happy to see my art getting better bit by bit. I’ve been wanting to draw them like this since I started shipping KusaHigu, they deserve happiness 🥹😭

[seanfineart]

Sonic taking Cream trick or treating

[maxwellpaws]

before anyone gets mad about the implications this is entire thing is based off of a top ten video that featured these characters which can be seen here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sT-mlWm_mag this video fascinates me mostly because of unique it is with it's reasoning like most videos like this would "Omg this character has a such a big ass and tits!!!" like sure this video has some of that but Gutpill89 seems to be more interested in hair/hair like things also I think Blaze's entry is mostly a joke even in the context of the video because his reason is that she has fire powers so you know technically  she is hotter than most  Sonic characters. I like how this came out because even tough there are probably better ways to go about this it was pretty fun challenging myself drawing all of these characters that most of which I'd probably never draw especially the echidna characters like drawing them is weird for me because every time I look at one to draw I think "This is going to be a pain in the butt to draw" but no it's pretty easy heck I'd say they came out the best in this along with how I drew Sally like I really like how she came out in this and she was also the another character I thought was going to be a pain to draw tough this was a pain in the way I wanted to have these characters interact in some way but with a good chunk of them I have no clue about their personalities. I also like Mina's design like she looks more like a lion cub wearing Tail's muzzle than a Mongoose but her colors make me think of Lisa frank and I really like that.

My DA: https://www.deviantart.com/v0nw0lf

[clareesiart]

"That smile is gonna be the end of me" ✨🧡

Vanilla sky 🌆

[kynni-purri]

I redraw scene from “lupin the third part1”

I’m so interested in drawing sky (will practice more❤️)

Gotta redraw other scene of goemon //WIP

(Credit picture from the Thai sub ver.)

[petermourige]

[erensproudsimp]

Celestial

Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Kissing / Making Out HC’s

Pairing: Kaminari x reader

Warnings: Just a ton of kissing, making out, and mentions of groping (I talk about boobs, uh oh). Still gender/sex neutral

Author’s Note:

Almost didn't have anything ready for this week, but this one only took me a few hours to write up, so here you go! This may end up being my Valentines Day fic. Idk, we’ll see. I haven’t been feeling well lately :/

Enjoy

-Sugar

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● I think this goes without saying, but

● Denki is an absolute s u c k e r for kisses

● As soon as you get together, he wants them constantly

● And who are you to deny him?

● He really doesn't mind PDA (he kinda likes it, actually, getting to show off that he has an s/o)

● So, unless you're uncomfortable with it, he'll kiss you no matter where you are or who you're with (especially around his friends)

● But as I said, if you're not interested, he'll respect that

● It just means he gets to love on you more when you're finally alone together!

● Kaminari loves your lips. Big or small, soft or dry, he's staring at them from across the room, just thinking about when he can kiss them again

● Boy is devoted to you, you don't leave his mind

● After he started dating you, Denki applies lip balm religiously

● He usually goes with vanilla flavors, but he also likes fruity ones

● And he makes special note of what you like. If he knows you'll be kissing soon, he'll pull out your favorite chapstick of his just to make sure he's extra tasty for you

● His 👏 lips 👏 are 👏 so 👏 soft 👏

● Every now and then they'll get a little chapped, but he's pretty good about exfoliating them when they do

● He wants to make sure you have the best kissing experience with him at all times, so he stays on top of things

● Not only does Denki like receiving kisses, he likes giving them as well

● Cheek kisses are his go-to. If you were to keep track, I'd say he'd give you a cheek kiss at least fifteen times a day, if he's around you that much

● Morning kisses, hello kisses, goodbye kisses—a lot of them end up on your cheeks

● But he also loves kissing your nose! He sees those as more intimate kisses, so usually he saves them for when you're cuddling together

● He just loves the way your face scrunches up in a grin when he does it >w<

● He loves to smother your face with little pecks, and he especially likes to tease you by kissing anywhere but your mouth until you get frustrated

● But he doesn't have that much self-control, so he may just kiss your lips soon enough anyway, if you're patient

● You can expect him to prelude a ton of kisses with either a joke or a pick up line. He thinks he’s being smooth (he’s really not), but he loves seeing you happy and giggling

● He also likes to zap you jus a teeny bit here and there. Never enough to hurt (he'd cry if he ever hurt you), but just enough to surprise you

● Sometimes he accidentally static-shocks you when you kiss, especially right after he used his quirk, so that can sting a bit. He always apologizes when it happens and offers you more kisses

● He likes sweet kisses, especially the ones during or right after dates, where he just gets to close his eyes and let the world fall away into nothing but your warm lips. He likes wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you close, and tilt your chin so he can get the perfect angle on your mouth

● Sometimes he smiles and giggles while you're kissing, and that can make it a little difficult to stay on his lips. But it's so darn cute, you have no intentions of ever telling him to stop

● He loves making out with you. So much

● He likes to “set the scene” if he has time, but it’s usually just dimming the lights a little (he's not above making out to music tho, so if you're interested, he'll be happy to deliver)

● But just having you in your or his room with him, on the bed with you on his lap, kissing you slow for all you're worth—

● Fantastic, easily one of his favorite parts of the relationship

● And he likes the hungry kisses too, where he pins you to the mattress (or you pin him; he's into both 👀) and it's all just sloppy tongue and teeth

● 😞👌

● If you allow it, his hands will be all over your body

● If you possess boobs (no matter the size), he's touching them

● With permission ofc

● I headcanon him to be a boob/chest guy (I mean, he loves all of you, but come on. Boobs. Need I say more?)

● Buuuut, he's also touching your butt. Homeboy's a groper

● He likes to grab handfuls of you wherever they may wander, squeezing your warm flesh around his fingers

● You may have to tell him at first not to do it so hard

● He's a hornee boi, so he likes to make out with you a few times a week. If you have to miss a couple of sessions, he'll get grumpy and you'll have to make it up to him (with extra kissies, ofc)

● If you were to pin him to the wall and passionately kiss him, he'd probably die from how hot he found it. Or he’d just short-circuit

● Any time you kiss him, he'll melt

● He loves kissing you, but there's something a little extra special about when it’s you initiating

● It makes him feel so loved, even if you just walk up to him and peck his forehead

● It's important to him not only that he loves you, but that you love him back just as much. That's what makes him go 🥺🥺

● He simps for one person and one person only now, and it's you

● Extra: He draws fanart of you and him kissing in his free time 👀 just little doodles in the margins of his notebooks. Aizawa always makes a face whenever Denki accidentally leaves one on his homework but otherwise doesn’t say anything

The overhead light is turned off, a screensaver on his monitor providing a soft glow to the bed opposite in the room. You're seated comfortably on his lap, his hands lightly resting on your ass.

He starts with simple pecks on your lips, each one lingering longer against your skin, heavier in pressure. He's soft but moist, warm underneath where his saliva had cooled in the temperature of the room. An electricity seems to dance between you, and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if he really is using his quirk.

Finally his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Your fingers lace through his hair, displacing the black lightning bolt that had been shaped so perfectly among the golden-blond strands. His tongue comes into contact with yours, touching and licking before securing itself behind your teeth. You're drawn even closer to him, locked in a wet embrace as his hands squeeze.

He could never get enough of you, enough of this feeling. He was obsessed with the way his heart still pounded in his chest, obsessed with the way fireworks went off in his stomach no matter how many times he'd done this before. All it took was a touch, a kiss, a squeeze, and he was gone. In moments like these, you were the only thing that mattered. Not his failures, not his inadequacies, not the stress of school. Just you, and only you.

One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, keeping you close while the other slid down your thigh. He released your lips, only to come back for more more more, desperate to show you how much he loved you, how badly he needed you. A whimper escaped him, swallowed by the kiss but present nonetheless. You answered in your own pretty little moan, fingers alighting on the base of his skull to pull him ever forward into you.

He could stay here forever, drowning in your taste, your touch, your scent. What harm would it be?

Kaminari picked you up, turning you over and laying you down softly onto his bed. He quickly loomed over you, supported by an arm on either side of your head as he dove in for another kiss.

Forever was a long time, so maybe he'd start with tonight.

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, lips still pushing and pulling against yours. He loved the way you caged his hips in with your thighs, keeping him in place. Loved how your hands softly rested by your head on his pillow.

He paused, suddenly realizing just how lightheaded he was. Reluctantly, he pulled back for air, chest expanding and contracting with each soft breath. 

You were under him. He was so thankful it was you. He'd never witnessed a person so beautiful—never experienced lips so addictive, so kissable. You were intoxicating, the way your shining eyes locked with his as your own hand came up to trace his face.

Even in the low light, he could make out every feature he loved—from your nose to your cheeks to your chin, nothing escaped his gaze.

"I love you," you whispered to him, and just like every other time you said it, he knew it was true.

"I love you too," he whispered back, because that was also true. How couldn't it be?

He kissed you once more before shifting to his side, pulling you into his arms where he knew you'd be safe and warm.

'I love you' hummed through his every nerve as he showered your skin with his love—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. All of it perfection in his eyes, and he wished nothing would change.

You nestled into his neck, your hot skin brushing over his own.

"Sleepy?" he asked, rubbing your back.

He felt you nod, and he couldn't help but smile. Burying his nose in your hair, he inhaled your scent. It was nights like these when he truly knew what the word 'comfort' meant, since he felt it to the very marrow of his bones.

Absolutely nothing could compare to the way it felt to have you fall asleep in his arms. Your breaths began to even out as his hands continued to wander, intent on caressing you and worshiping every inch of skin he was able to touch.

Even before he pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you were warm. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, his lips still lazily pressing kisses to your hair, you felt content.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy birthday @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm !!! 🎉🥳🎂

Here's a little something for you, because you're wonderful and your beautiful art brightens up my days. 600 words on soulmates, rated T.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" Draco asks, and Harry's reply doesn't come as a surprise, not really.

"Absolutely not," Harry declares without turning. He stirs the pasta sauce and smacks his lips in satisfaction after tasting it.

Draco can see the explosion of colours in the sky from the kitchen window. His tiny kitchen feels warm and cosy, and his heart flutters like a little bird when Harry turns to smile at him. Merlin, Draco loves this man so much that sometimes it feels like his heart can't possibly contain all the feelings he has for him.

"How come?" Draco insists, because he loves hearing about Harry's opinion on pretty much anything.

"I believe we make our own destiny," Harry says, grabbing a few leaves from Draco's basil plant and chucking them into the sauce. "I don't think magic or predestination have anything to do with love."

It reminds Draco of that thing he read in a Muggle library, about Homo faber suae quisque fortunae. Every man is the artisan of his own destiny.

"What about prophecies?" Draco asks.

Harry snorts, grabbing a pan from the drying rack and filling it with tap water.

He looks absolutely gorgeous in Draco's kitchen, as if he belonged in his miniature Muggle flat with all the pot plants and the colourful rugs Draco bought at Camden Market.

"I believe you make of them what you want," Harry replies.

Draco doesn't tell him about the prophecy that was made about him when he was born. That an old witch predicted Draco would lose everything, only to gain one thing that would be more important than all the rest. Draco knows with every fibre of his being that the prophecy meant Harry, but he doesn't say it.

He strokes the warm fur of the cat asleep on his lap instead, and Oatmilk purrs in contentment. Draco stretches his legs under the table, and Vanilla plays with the red pompoms of his slippers, her paw touching them carefully and making Draco smile.

"So you don't believe that people are meant to find each other?" Draco murmurs, but what he actually wants to ask is if Harry doesn't believe they're destined to be together.

"We choose who we want to be with," Harry insists, turning to look him straight in the eyes. His gaze is so intense that Draco feels a flush colouring his own cheeks. "I chose you, Draco. And I choose to be with you every day of my life."

"Hmm," Draco mumbles, because he's this close to saying those three little words he's never said to anyone. They've never felt as real as they feel now with Harry.

He imagines a red thread connecting his little finger to Harry's, linking them by destiny or love or whatever biggest force rules the universe.

"Draco, we're together because we are…" Harry starts, his face turning crimson, and Draco is worried he might say something dreadful like sexually compatible or shagging like rabbits all the time, but Harry moves closer, interlacing their fingers together and bringing Draco's hand to his lips to kiss it tenderly. "We are…I mean, at least I am…I didn't mean to presume - Merlin's pants on fire, why is this so bloody hard?"

Draco stares at him, his eyes widening in understanding as Harry's ears turn red.

"I love you," Draco says softly. "So much."

Harry's smile blooms on his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and his eyes shine so bright.

"I love you too," he says before leaning closer for a kiss that tastes like basil and sunsets and love.

239 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#4

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "shock".

"I used to miss you over the summer," Draco says, a whisper in the darkness.

Harry sits up in bed, opening the curtains of his four-poster bed to reveal Draco's prone body, a slither of moonlight illuminating his scarred face and neck. He's staring at the ceiling, avoiding Harry's burning gaze.

"Come again?" Harry blurts out, his mouth suddenly dry.

He must have misheard.

His body is still thrumming with the feeling of Draco's warm skin against his. His lips tingle at the memory of Draco's soft mouth and desperate gasps when they kissed a mere hour ago.

It was all so sudden and unexpected, and Harry's still so confused. He doesn't know what to make of the storm in his stomach and the overwhelming need to cross the room and kiss Draco again, all over his body this time, tracing every inch of that milky white skin with his lips.

"I used to miss you," Draco murmurs, "all day, every day. The Manor was hot, and Father used to give me tasks to do, books to read, lessons on etiquette, but all I could do was think about you, wondering where you were and what you were doing."

There's a moment of silence that stretches for longer than Harry thinks possible.

"Really?" he asks, dumbfounded, because Draco must be joking. Maybe the kiss was a joke too, Harry thinks with a lump in his throat. Maybe it's all just a prank.

"You would be so skinny come September," Draco remembers, and Harry closes his eyes, trying to push back the memories of an empty stomach and an even emptier heart. "I would lie in my bed and wonder if you were eating enough, if you were on secret missions with Dumbledore and you couldn't find any food."

"My Muggle relatives never gave me enough to eat," Harry confesses, and he doesn't know why he feels so embarrassed admitting it. He's past thinking it was his fault, but it still feels so wrong.

"Oh," Draco breathes out, finally turning around to stare at Harry, his eyes big in the dimly lit room.

"C'mere," Harry mutters, and for a moment he thinks Draco will tell him to fuck off, but then he's getting up, moving fast and falling into Harry's arms as if he belonged there, face buried in the crook of Harry's neck.

"You smell nice," he says, words muffled against Harry's skin.

"I…" Harry starts, swallowing loudly. "I used to miss you too. Everything felt so empty without school, without my friends, without…your eyes searching for mine across the Great Hall."

"Yes," Draco confirms. "And no one was following me around."

Harry chuckles, pressing a tentative kiss on Draco's forehead.

"Attention seeking brat," he murmurs fondly.

"I'm just a fool in love," Draco replies.

327 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#3

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompts "rumor" and "pink".

"Mildred, look!" a woman says. "It's him again, on the cover of Witch Weekly. Isn't he gorgeous?"

"He's so hot," her friend replies wistfully, and Draco tries extremely hard not to roll his eyes, but it's the thirtieth wix to make inappropriate comments about that stolen photo of Harry in his swimming trunks this week.

Draco readjusts the glasses on his nose and keeps on arranging books for the display on queer wizarding literature. He's wearing horn-rimmed glasses today, black on the outside and pink on the inside. He would have never gone for that colour, fearing people's reactions, but Harry said they looked good on him, that he could get a matching pair, red on the inside. And Draco had to agree, because he's become a bloody softie.

"I bet he's on a secret Auror mission," the woman named Mildred says with a sigh. "He said he left the Forces a year ago, but I didn't believe him."

"I heard a rumour that he's working with the Unspeakables," her friend murmurs.

Draco doesn't tell them that Harry spends his days tending to the garden, baking bread and cakes for Draco and reading on the sofa.

"Have you heard about his most recent love affair?" Mildred asks. "His new flame is a beautiful blonde witch apparently."

Draco clears his throat and frowns. He wouldn't call himself a new flame. They've been married for five years. And he's certainly not a witch, for Merlin's sake, but it's not like he's going to tell them.

"I bet he's a stallion in bed," one of the witches whispers. "Rumour has it that he can go on for hours."

Draco doesn't say that sometimes Harry doesn't feel like having sex for weeks, but that he's always up for a cuddle.

He doesn't say that he spends his days waiting for Draco to come home from work, and then his smile is so radiant when Draco Apparates that it still makes Draco's stomach do an odd little backflip.

He doesn't tell them that they're happy together, in spite of their past and their nightmares.

That Harry loves him more than Draco thought anyone ever could.

He stands in front of them, smiles politely and asks, "Are you going to pay for that magazine now that you've drooled all over it? I would like to close the shop and go home to my lovely husband."

"I bet he's an ugly wanker like him," Mildred hisses as she leaves the shop.

Draco can't help but laugh.

409 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#2

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt “fool”.

Draco has never been kissed.

He’s twenty-fucking-two and has never been kissed.

And yes, it's probably foolish of him to hope it might happen this evening, at Madam Malkin's Grand Reopening Gala, but Potter looks like a walking wet dream in those shimmering blue robes Draco picked and tailored for him.

"Eyes up here, darling," Pandy reminds him. 

Easy for her to say - her lipstick's all smeared after Ginevra snogged her silly in the restroom earlier.

"You could simply ask him to dance, you know?" Blaise drawls, sipping on his drink, but Draco huffs in irritation. 

Because he's twenty-two, gay as a rainbow, stupidly in love with Harry Potter and has never been kissed.

And why would Potter even consider dancing with him, let alone kiss him?

"I'm off," he declares, summoning his cloak and ignoring his friends’ dramatic eye rolls.

He has nearly made it to the Floo when a hand wraps around his elbow.

“Malfoy, wait!” Potter calls, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red when Draco turns around and gapes at him. “I mean…hi, how are you? Fancy s-seeing you here…”

“At my employer’s party?” Draco asks, confused. “She kind of forced me to come.”

“So I heard,” Potter says, then clears his voice, looking even more embarrassed. “Thanks for picking these robes for me. People keep on saying that I look great.”

“I’m sure that’s just because of you. Nothing to do with the robes,” Draco points out, then feels like an utter idiot for saying that out loud.

“No, no,” Potter insists, shaking his head. “I always find wizarding robes uncomfortable and stiff, and Hermione says I walk like a robot penguin, but these…they feel amazing!”

Draco smiles despite himself, proud of the work he’s done. He cast every softening spell under the sun on those robes, eager to make them perfect for Potter. 

“I’m glad you like them,” he replies, tilting his head to better appreciate the way they hug Potter’s marvellous figure. 

“There’s only one…err…problem,” Potter mumbles, torturing his curls with his fingers and suddenly staring at his feet. “I don’t…I have no idea how to take them off…”

“Oh,” Draco breathes out.

“So, if you could…maybe…” Potter says, moving his hands in the air in a sort of panicky wave. “Show me, you know.” 

“Oh.” Draco murmurs, feeling his cheeks on fire, the blush probably spreading to his ears and neck. “Sure.”

“Great!” Potter exclaims, so loudly that a few heads turn in their direction. 

Draco barely has the time to register Pansy’s evil grin and Blaise’s thumbs up when Potter grabs his wrist and side-alongs them to a cluttered bedroom decorated in Gryffindor colours. 

Potter’s bedroom.

Fuck.

Draco takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that he needs to stay professional.

Potter just needs help getting out of his robes, nothing weird about that. He grew up as a Muggle, and he doesn’t normally wear intricate formal robes, as he told Draco himself during the fitting.

Deep breath.

Potter stands in front of him, eyes so green behind the lenses of his glasses, his lips slightly parted and his skin smelling of oranges and cinnamon and something that makes Draco’s head spin madly.

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451 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "teamwork".

A 5+1 of Draco looking for a new flat.

This is rated M.

“Here's the bedroom,” the lady says, pointing at a single bed and a tiny bookshelf.

Luna hums, tilting her head, and Draco’s eyebrow automatically goes up.

“House rules are simple,” the woman adds, “no meat, no loud music and absolutely no pets."

"Sounds reasonable," Draco comments, wondering what it's going to be like to become vegetarian.

“You can’t have any people over,” the lady says sternly.

"But what about Harry?" Luna asks, looking heartbroken. "He's going to be so sad without you."

"No boyfriends!" the woman shouts, looking outraged, and Draco's lips curl up viciously, ready to give her a piece of his mind.

"Tell you what," Luna says later at the café, "you should just move in with Harry. He's always saying how he's lonely and loves spending time with you."

~ . ~

"This is…" Draco mumbles, trying to find something positive to say about the house they're visiting. Anything positive.

"Utter shit," Weasley comments.

"Rather unsanitary," Hermione says at the same time, elbowing her boyfriend.

"I just don't understand why you don't want to ask Harry," Weasley says, lifting a newspaper with the tip of his fingers and yelping when something scurries away from under it.

"Harry would love to have you at Grimmauld," Hermione insists, casting a cleaning charm so strong that it makes Draco's teeth rattle.

"And he's got a million rooms," Weasley adds. "Much better than this."

~ . ~

"The rent is 700 pounds per month," the man declares. Draco swallows loudly, shaking his head.

"For this shithole you call a flat?" Pansy argues, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"At least it was clean," Draco mumbles later, accepting the cup of tea Blaise offers him.

"You wouldn't have been able to afford it," Blaise points out.

"You should just move in with Potter," Pansy says, studying him with her sharp gaze. "The sexual tension between you two is insane. Imagine the mind-blowing sex you could have."

"Shut up, Pansy. Pass me a biscuit, will you?"

~ . ~

"Darling you could always move back to the Manor," his mother says, her delicate fingers brushing against a rose before she prunes it mercilessly. "Your father is finally going to be released from Azkaban."

"Merlin save me…" Draco breathes out, shaking his head.

"Aren't you on friendly terms with the Potter boy?" Narcissa asks, eyeing him slyly. "You could always ask him."

"Farewell, Mother!"

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