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[youngreckless]

Late at night, with their bodies pressed together back to front, Thomas whispers in the quiet, "Alastair."

"Hmm?" Alastair says, mind sluggish and hazy with sleep.

Pressing a kiss to his neck from behind, Thomas says again, "Alastair."

"Yes, love?" Alastair mumbles.

Thomas presses another kiss behind his ear and tightens his arm around Alastair's middle, pulling them impossibly close together. "Alastair," he whispers again. "I love your name." He breathes in the scent of the man in his arms. "Alastair. So beautiful. Just like you." He presses another kiss to Alastair's nape.

Heavy with sleep but suddenly filled with love, Alastair intertwines their hands over his chest and brings them up to press his lips against Thomas' knuckles. "Love yours too," he says.

[youngreckless]

this love is ours

He finds it in the kitchen the next morning, stuck to the back of the cereal box. It's a short note, but it still takes his breath away.

Harry,

If I know you—and I do know you—you are probably standing barefoot on the cold marble of our kitchen in your sweatpants. Your hair is ruffled—more than it usually is—because you probably didn't sleep well last night. Your instinct is to protest, to say that it's nothing like that, to say that you slept fine. But you have trouble sleeping when I'm away, don't you? You never said it—and I know it's because you don't want me to feel bad about my work trips. But I know you. I know your habits, your quirks, your tells. I have seen your soul—I have had the privilege of having you bare yourself in front of me—and I have loved you all the more for it.

Now, heat up the kettle, love. Make some tea. I know you don't like doing it. I know you prefer it when I make it for you. But do it anyway. Don't mope around the house. Hang out with Ron and Hermione. Go help Luna at her new shop someday. Bring Teddy some gifts. Go annoy Ginny with your adorable stupid puns. You have love around you, darling, even when I'm not there.

And before you go to sleep tonight, open my wardrobe. There are a couple of sweatshirts on the front right corner. They smell like me. Take one and wear it to bed, love. I know what hurts you, and I know what soothes you. I will be back before you know it. I love you.

Forever yours

Draco

Harry reads it again and again—till the pit in his stomach settles, till Draco's words wash away his anxiety. Carefully putting the note down on the counter, he heats up the kettle.

written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'love letter' // microfics masterlist

[youngreckless]

i really don't think i'm over the fact that ty is taller than kit like!!! imagine! imagine kit tilting his head up and ty leaning down when they kiss. imagine kit standing on his toes to throw his arms around ty and burying his face in ty's neck. imagine kit resting his head on ty's chest and ty running his fingers through kit's hair because he really likes how it feels. imagine kit falling asleep right there, on ty's chest because it's so, so comforting. imagine ty pressing a kiss to the top of kit's head. imagine ty teasing kit by holding something up in the air. imagine the back hugs!!! imagine. just. i am having so many feels

[youngreckless]

touch

Content Warning: NSFW/Explicit Content

It's not exactly voluntary, the first time they hold hands. It starts with a fight, as everything between them always does. And then it's a hex thrown their way, intertwining their hands and locking them together. It's stupid, and it's embarrassing, and it's lovely. Draco ignores the butterflies in his stomach, and definitely doesn't focus on how Harry's calloused palm fits perfectly into his and how right it feels.

The first time they hug is when Harry returns from an Auror mission gone awry. As soon as he gets to know the team is back, Draco runs over to hold Harry in his arms before he even has the chance to think about the implications of his actions. And while he frantically checks Harry for his injuries, he doesn't notice the smile curling up on the face of the darker skinned man.

The first time they kiss, Draco almost doesn't register it. It's a Sunday afternoon, they have the day off, and they are having lunch in Draco's apartment. It's not special, not epic, like any of those Muggle films Harry has made him watch. It happens suddenly, unexpectedly, with them relaxing on the couch, while Draco makes fun of yet another ridiculous speculation about Harry in the Prophet when Harry cuts him off mid sentence with a kiss. Draco is too stunned to respond, making Harry pull back with regret on his face. He stares at Harry for all of two seconds before grabbing his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss.

The first time they fuck, it's electric. Draco always anticipated Harry to be a gentle lover in bed, but he didn't know how much the wicked bastard would love teasing him. Harry kisses him for a long time, presses kiss after kiss down his body, licks him open like he has all the time in the world—and maybe, Draco thinks, he does—till Draco is an incoherent mess, moaning and crying out for Harry to fuck him. And when he finally, slowly, gently slides inside Draco, it's inexplicable, it's good, and Draco doesn't want him to ever stop.

The first time Harry tells him he loves him, Draco is sick, and he is a mess. Harry brings him soup and kisses his forehead, and Draco only whines. With a fond chuckle, Harry climbs into bed beside him and holds him close. I'm sorry for being so difficult, Draco mumbles, his eyes closed, body lax and comfortable around Harry. He barely registers the brush of lips against his temple and a soft, murmured, I still love you, before he falls asleep.

written for @drarrymicrofic prompt "first time" // microfics masterlist

[youngreckless]

i'd marry you with paper rings

on ao3

"Marry me."

Draco almost drops the coffee pot before cursing and catching himself at the last moment. Being careful to put the pot back onto the counter, he turns around.

Harry is leaning against the counter, smiling, arms folded over his shirtless chest, his dragon tattoo visible right above where his heart is. His green eyes are shining in the morning light that creeps in through the window, making Draco fall in love with him just a bit more.

Trying not to get his hopes up, and wondering if he heard it right, Draco eloquently says, "What?"

Harry uncrosses his arms and pulls Draco closer by the hem of his t-shirt. Of Harry's t-shirt. "I said," he says, resting his hands on Draco's hips, "Marry me."

Draco's breath hitches. Looking into those familiar green eyes, Draco only sees love. "You—you're sure? You really mean this? No take backs?"

Harry nods, earnest. Pushing himself off the counter and into Draco's space, he raises one hand to cup Draco's cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing it. "No take backs. Not with you—"

Draco moves forward, swallowing the rest of Harry's words, kissing him with such passion and intensity—just as he had the night he almost lost Harry. But this was the opposite of losing, and Draco poured all of himself into the kiss, as Harry returned with equal fervour.

"Yes," he gasped as he pulled back. "Yes. Fuck, of course Harry. Yes—"

This time it's Harry who cuts him off with a kiss, searing and hot and yet soft and slow. Just like Harry. Draco winds his hands up in Harry's hair as Harry holds him tighter against himself. They pull back, only to meet in another kiss.

Draco keeps kissing Harry till they lose track of time. But it's alright; they have all their lives. Together. The thought only makes him kiss Harry harder.

He knows that the coffee is probably cold by now, but Draco doesn't care. Not when Harry is pressing sweet kisses down his neck with a whispered I love you accompanying each one. Not when he pulls Harry up by his hair, only to catch his lips into another kiss. Not when Harry spins them around and pushes Draco against the counter, kissing him harder.

Yeah, the coffee can wait.

[youngreckless]

house rules

An incomplete list of things forbidden in the Potter-Malfoy household:

Trying to sneak ferrets in the house.

'My father will hear about this' jokes.

Bringing home cats. What?! Draco, we already have 3!

Balloons. They scare Teddy.

Harry Potter merchandise. Nice try, Harry. :)

written for @drarrymicrofic prompt "forbidden" // microfics masterlist

[youngreckless]

paper rings

They laugh as Harry rolls over onto Draco and starts pressing kisses down his neck. "God, you're so–"

"What?" Draco snorts.

"Incredible," Harry breathes against lips before kissing him. "You're incredible." Draco smiles into the kiss.

Harry pulls back and looks at him. "I– uh, wanted to do this tonight," he mumbles. "Under the moon and everything, y'know."

"Do what?"

Harry's gaze doesn't move from his eyes as he says, "Ask you to marry me."

written for @drarrymicrofic prompt "lunar" // microfics masterlist

[youngreckless]

History Will Remember You

A Malec drabble based on the prompt — Magnus tells Alec about his ancestors (like the TID and TLH gang).

"I'm starting to believe in Bridget's comment less and less with every one of these stories."

Magnus laughed and sipped his wine. "It's not that bad."

"Scones, Magnus! He didn't even like scones! And I'm also named after him. By the Angel, Lightwoods are a disaster."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly put it like that."

Alec stared at him. "Do you not remember how I fell down the fucking stairs after our first date?"

Magnus rolled his eyes in response. "Alright, I retract my statement. But not all of them were a disaster."

"Oh, good. Please, tell me more about them."

"Well—actually, come to think of it, Lightwood men have pretty much all been disasters. It's the women who had any game, ever."

Alec groaned. "That's so unfair."

Magnus grinned. "So, there was Anna Lightwood. She was… well, people would say she was an enigma. But I didn't think that. She had impeccable fashion sense, for one. And she acted like a heartbreaker—even was one—but she also found someone she loved more than anything."

"Who?" Alec asked curiously.

"Her name was Kamala. They were a sweet pair." Magnus smiled. "And then there was her brother Christopher. A genius boy."

"He's the one who invented fire messages, right?"

Magnus nodded. "He is. He was also very charming. Had a good relationship with his cousin Thomas."

"Thomas. Right. The Gay Disaster."

"Alexander!"

"What?! I say that affectionately! Look at me. I was a Gay Disaster too."

"Still are," Magnus muttered.

Alec narrowed his eyes, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Magnus said and pecked Alec's lips. "Shall I continue?"

Alec nodded. "So, Anna and Christopher were Gabriel's children. And Thomas had two sisters?"

Magnus nodded. "Poor Barbara was taken from them too soon, but she was a headstrong woman. Just like Eugenia. She carried herself so well after what happened with her."

Alec smiled and looked off the balcony into the setting sun. He thought about his ancestors, about what they had survived. He wondered if he'd even be here if things had gone differently, if they hadn't been able to endure what they did. He thought of Gideon and Gabriel, of how they fought for the right side, even when it meant killing their father; of Anna and Thomas, who were just like him, but perhaps braver; of Christopher and Eugenia, who never let the society define their worth.

He was broken out of his train of thoughts by a hand caressing the back of his neck. "What are you thinking about?" Magnus asked softly.

Alec looked back at his husband and smiled. "Just how strong Lightwoods have always been."

Magnus' gaze softened, and he nodded. "They have."

"But I still can't believe one of them turned into a worm."

Magnus laughed contagiously, making Alec laugh too. "Yeah, well, don't forget about the one who was an evil bitch."

"Magnus! Language."

"You know it's true," Magnus said with a shrug.

Alec rolled his eyes, but didn't disagree. "Well, you're a Lightwood now too," he said with a grin.

ps. go here if you wanna see a lil bit about magnus' reaction :)