#220 words

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

microfic may day 8: crystal

microfic may day 9: puzzle

drarry. 220 words.

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Rainbow scattered light dappled over Draco's skin. He was asleep, chest moving down and up in the crystal refracted morning sun.

It was early, too early to be awake after the night he'd had yesterday. And Harry was yet to put the puzzle pieces together and figure out exactly why Draco Malfoy was in his bed.

He wasn't complaining. The guy was oddly soft when he wasn't using his mouth-

Oh, fuck.

Harry wiggled his hips. Flexed his thighs. Stretched his back.

Zero soreness.

He bent forward, scrutinising the milky skin along Draco's neck and shoulders and clavicle. Harry knew he was a biter and a bruiser, but Draco was spectacularly unblemished.

He shifted under the blanket and Harry paused, not moving an inch.

A dream heavy, bed warmed arm slung over his waist, pushing Harry back down into the pillows.

Harry blinked at the fuzzy ceiling.

A voice murmured into his ear, "Go back to bed Potter, I'd never ravish you drunk."

He turned to face Draco, forehead to forehead. "Wait, so we didn't-"

"I swear on Merlin Potter, let me sleep for another hour and maybe then I'll do to you exactly what you asked for last night."

And well, Harry might've flushed a bright red but he did in fact curl in closer and let Draco rest.

[ravena-wrote]

Azkaban Escape 

Drarry Microfic, Rating: G, Words: 220

“You’re sleeping with Malfoy,” Hermione says, looking at Harry pointedly over the breakfast table.

“What?” Harry’s frozen in his seat, toast halfway to his mouth. His face is pale, guilty. He knows he’s always been a bad liar, so this is about to be the performance of his lifetime. He loves Hermione, loves her to death, and  obviously he’s fine with her knowing all of his secrets. All of his secrets except this one of course. 

“You. Have been sleeping. With Malfoy,” Hermione says slowly glaring at him. 

“I don’t understand,” Harry carefully sets his toast down on the plate in front of him. “Malfoy’s in Azkaban.”  

“Well,” Hermione draws out the word like she’s waiting for him to interrupt. “He was in Azkaban.” 

Watching his face carefully, she passes him yesterday's newspaper. The cover reads: Death Eater on the Loose: Draco Malfoy Escapes Azkaban in the Dead of Night. 

“Oh,” says Harry gazing at the paper. He widens his eyes and tries to look surprised, or enraged, or whatever he would have looked like if this had happened when he was a school-kid. “That’s too bad I guess.” 

“You’re sooo believable,” Hermione scoffs at him. She moves the paper slightly and gestures to one of the security camera photos at the bottom of the page. “Care to explain yourself?”

[asheespiquantpeculiarities]

13 - Daddy/Mommy Kink | Dacryphilia/Crying | Temperature Kink | Paddling

Kitty slowly ground her hips down on him, biting her lower lip and deeply enjoying just the feeling of him.

While he concentrated on feeling up her breasts. His hands were just the right size to support and squeeze them perfectly. It was great.

She turned her head backwards to kiss him: “Always a pleasure,” she leaned a bit further against his chest: “But do try, mh?”

“I don’t want to… hurt you!” His hips were jerking without his permission.

She kissed him again and wriggled on him: “I don’t think you holiness is quite as strong in the position you are in right… right now… especially with your intentions.

He looked to the side and… heated his dick inside of her.

It was… mindblowing.

In the sense that she was white for a moment. And came on the spot, movement stilled, except for her insides.

Her legs felt like pins and needles.

And Trevor was… very puzzled.

“So,,, that… that did it for you? Yes?” He was clearly not finished himself. But a kiss and a bit of use from her own array of abilities took care of that.

While he was still shivering and groaning, she kissed his cheek: “Very much so”

Maybe spying in the ice hell for so long had not been that healthy for her.

13 - temperature kink 

[asheewrites]

Communication is Key 2

I swiped down to see my menu and... yes. There it was.

Control over mobile data, Wifi, battery life, torch, GPS, Screen rotation, Silent mode and so on was available again.

Weird things?

Sure, aplenty:

I still didn't have a power source in my phone and the power level was, indeed, at zero percent.

My connections were both switched off but I got mail.

I didn't have service, but I received an SMS.

Basically: My phone worked without the necessary functions being active.

...

I put the battery and charger back in, to make me feel better.

When it showed the loading symbol, I was appeased and looked at the one app I was supposed to check right now.

Devinype. I guessed there could be worse names. Maybe it was coined for me.

I tapped it.

There was no lag.

And a blue name popped up.

Jaliel:

Greetings, Henoch Loew.

I was chosen to introduce myself first. My name is Jaliel. I represent the virtue of Humility under Archangel Michael. Other sub categories of the virtue are Modesty, Reverence and Bravery. It is an honour to work with you.

It was sent ten minutes ago.

… no one could blame me, this was still weird.

So… I got an angel talking to me. Everything is cool. Sure. Of course. Totally.

[harryspaceshipmchale]

i’m writing my first tgi fic this could go horribly wrong because we’ve only seen 4 episodes but i’m gonna try okay