My first attempt at a @drarrymicrofic // prompt: flood...
Their eyes took in the unthinkable scene, their shoes sinking into the sodden old carpet. There were no words shared, none were needed. They were both feeling the same.
The small house hadn’t been much but it had been theirs - their home. Flashbacks of the excitement on the day that they had moved in came first, before the anxiety they’d had watching the news of the storms that had moved through the day before.
With a sad & heavy sigh, Harry pulled his wand from its usual pocket to start putting everything back the way that it was.
Draco’s hand seemed to come out of nowhere, quickly grabbing his wrist. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Just leave it.”
“Leave it? Are you mad?”
Their eyes met & Harry searched Draco’s for an answer.
“Don’t you see?” The blond asked softly. “We aren’t the same kids who had to settle for whatever we could find, a quiet place to hide away from the world. We’ve grown & changed. We have careers now. We’ve built a life, one we aren’t ashamed of. I’m sick of hiding out & accepting less. We can do better. You deserve better.
“Don’t you see?” Draco repeated, watching as understanding flashed in those beautiful green eyes.
Harry nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “A fresh start.”
these Halloween prompts are funny. lol. how about this one for Lathan and Malcolm?
'Your neck looks delicious, my dear. I mean...uh...you look delicious.'
It was their first official Halloween party as a couple. The prior year they had been newly dating & had instead opted for a quiet night at Malcolm’s, passing our candy & watching spooky movies while cuddled up on the couch.
Lathan had volunteered to take care of the costumes. Malcolm admired his now in the mirror before popping in his fangs. His boyfriend had decided he would be the handsome vampire & the younger man would be his mesmerized victim.
“Well, how do I look?” He asked in his best Transylvanian accent, turning when he heard the blond enter, hiding all but his eyes behind the black cape.
Lathan giggled, nodding his head. “Very nice, Count Carter. Very nice indeed.”
Malcolm finally took in his boyfriends costume, this ripped & bloody shirt exposing quite a bit of his muscular chest & abs. He quirked a brow, reaching for him now. “You’re not so bad yourself, my beautiful victim.” Leaning in, he playfully bit him very close to where Lathan had painted some red puncture wounds. “Your neck looks delicious, my dear. I mean… uh… you look delicious.” He smirked, holding him tight.
“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll give you a taste when we get home,” Lathan replied with a sly smile, slipping out of the man’s hold with a wink. “Party first. Sexy role play later.”
“I do love Halloween,” Malcolm whispered to himself.
‘Are you crazy?! I’m not answering that door! That’s exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and –’ For Vince please.
Vince was sitting on their bed with his knees pulled up to his chest, his eyes wide as he looked around at every little sound in the house. It was Tobias’ year to take the kids trick or treating so they were alone on Halloween. He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to any of Archer’s suggestions but now he was on edge.
Archer had planned a full night of scares for them, starting with the most intense haunted house in town & ending with a fairly gory horror movie that made Vince jump no less than probably fifty times while they’d watched.
He felt relieved when he heard the shower turn off & Archer stepped out. At least now he would have someone there to protect him.
Then it happened, the doorbell chimes. Vince couldn’t help the shriek that escaped his lips. As his boyfriend howled with laughter from the bathroom, he buried himself under the blankets.
“Can you answer that? I’m still drying off.”
“Are you crazy?! I’m not answering that door! That’s exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and -“ The scream of absolute terror that tore from his throat now was so loud they were sure the neighbors would call the police.
Archer doubled over with laughter, pulling the monster mask off of his head that he’d worn to jump out & frighten his companion.
“I hate you!” Vince squealed, throwing a pillow at the man.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t think you’d react like that. Why would there be a werewolf in our bathroom?” He walked over & sat beside him on the bed, pulling him into his arms. “And I’m sure it’s just some late trick or treaters ringing the bell, probably teenagers out for the last bit of candy. You’re safe.”
“You owe me so big for putting me through all of this scary stuff. I’m not doing this next year, Archer. I refuse. I won’t do it,” he insisted.
“I know, babe. You’ve been a good sport. Thank you.” He kissed his head softly. “Now let’s finish the last of the candy ourselves. Teenager trick or treaters be damned.”
‘Why does every costume have to be sexy? I don’t want to be sexy, I want to be the reason why the night is feared, muhahahahaha!' For Steele and East
They had been browsing the racks for what felt to Steele like hours. He was growing bored & would’ve much preferred his husband had just selected their costumes himself as they had every other year, especially since every one of his suggestions kept getting shot down
He perked up slightly when he came across one that he liked, imagining the small blond in it. Holding it up, he smirked, pointing at the ridiculously short blue shorts. “Sexy policeman. We already have a set of handcuffs you can carry around. I’ll let you arrest me & punish me after.”
Easton rolled his eyes with a loud sigh. “Sexy policeman. Sexy fireman. Almost naked go-go dancer. The answer is still no.”
“You’re no fun,” Steele grumbled, hanging it back up before turning to face his partner.
“Why does every costume have to be sexy? I don’t want to be sexy, I want to be the reason the night is feared. Muhahahahaha!” He grabbed a fake bloody knife & held it high in the air as he left out his loud & menacing laugh.
Steele watched his with a straight face, letting him finish before he finally let a smile break through. “Baby, you’re too adorable to be feared.”
“You don’t have a say. I’m going to be a murderer & you’re going to be my victim,” Easton told him firmly, tossing the knife to Steele then grabbing a bottle of fake blood. “Let’s go, murder victim.”
Steele couldn’t stop laughing but happily obeyed. “Yes, honey.”
Prompt found HERE He hadn’t even opened his eyes but Easton Ford’s hands reached up to grab at his pounding head. The pain was nearly unbe
Happy Birthday @ohsimtastic!!!
I know how much of a fan you are of dark, gritty AUs soooo... I wrote something for you ♥ I've been sitting on this prompt for a while now & really thought you'd find it interesting. Of course, it felt like a good Steele/East AU since you like putting your baby into a bad place & I just adore writing Steele just north of absolutely fucking insane!
I really hope that you have a wonderfully amazing day & that this gruesome little story brings a smile to your face ;)
Content Warning (for anyone else who may want to give it a read) - When I say this is a dark & gritty AU, I mean it! There are no elements of their canon characters or relationship present here. This story contains mature themes including violence/blood & obviously, if you've read the prompt, kidnapping lol.
Even if you don't read the story, everyone should go & give Karley some birthday love ♥♥♥
A few days ago, @aresember asked me to do this prompt & we both sorta decided it would be fun with Bevon :)
The blond sat awkwardly watching the tiny tv that was mounted to the wall, his legs bouncing anxiously. He would have given anything not to be here now but instead, had to pretend like he didn't care in the slightest. So he focused his eyes anywhere but towards the back of the shop & acted as if he was just another customer.
Devon grinned smugly as he walked in, his eyes never leaving Bentley for a moment. He stood just feet away, waiting for the teenager to acknowledge him. When he didn't, Dev cleared his throat loudly.
Bentley took in a deep breath, still watching the anchorman rattling on about something or other, he wasn't really sure. He hadn't honestly been focused enough to know. "I'm aware that you're there," he mumbled finally.
"You not gonna look at me?" Devon chortled, finding this amusing more than anything. He never seemed to be as bothered as his boyfriend, or friend, or ex... whatever he was this week. "I'm working on your car. You kinda have to talk to me, Bentley."
With a loud huff in protest, the young man turned in the chair to face him. "I really wish that I could be anywhere else but this is the only shop in town & I didn't really have much choice."
"Calm down, princess. I'm going to fix it." Devon rolled his eyes, going over to a door & disappearing inside of it. He came back out a moment later with a soda in his hands, passing it to Bentley. "It'll be done in about an hour. Sam said he already has your dad's credit card on file so they'll charge that for the part. I'm doing the labor for free."
Bentley softened then, hesitantly taking the can from him & muttering a soft thanks in return. He stared at it for a while, not sure what else to say. When Devon started to walk back towards the shop, he sighed. "Why are you doing that?"
"Doing what?" Devon intoned, a hint of annoyance slipping into his tone now.
"Treating me like a person."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you broke up with me & haven't said a fucking word to me in a week." He couldn't help the dejectedness that came through in those words. Bentley was honestly getting really sick of pretending that he was okay when he was far from it. Devon had been more than his boyfriend, he'd been his best friend. At eighteen, losing him felt like he was losing his entire world. Other than to go to his bus boy shifts at the diner, he hadn't left his house since their fight.
It was Devon's turn to act awkward, standing there trying to figure out how to reply. When he did, it came out quietly. The blond could hardly hear the response. "Because I knew if I saw you, I'd give in & I wasn't sure that I was ready for that."
"Give in?"
"Don't act stupid. You know I still love you & I want to be with you."
"Then why did you break up with me?" The words caught in his throat but he didn't try to disguise his emotions now as his eyes started to sting with unshed tears.
When Devon looked up at him & saw this, his bottom lip quivered as well. "You always said you were leaving this nothing, tiny-ass town after we graduated, Bent. It sucked hearing it but when you told me you couldn't, I knew it was my fault. I'm keeping you here when you should be out there finding your place. I can't... I can't be the reason you're holding yourself back. I love you too much for that."
Bentley considered this for a moment, quickly wiping at his eyes with a sniffle. "You wouldn't go with me if I left? Is that what you're saying?"
Devon shrugged. "I didn’t think that you wanted me to."
"I'm the one acting stupid?" Bentley chuckled, shaking his head as he stood & shuffled closer to the young mechanic. There was no hesitation, no holding back, as they wrapped their arms around each other. He didn't care that Devon was dirty with grease or that he smelled like a sweaty shop. It felt nice to be where he belonged. "I want you to be wherever I am. Always. I love you, idiot."
"Always," Devon nodded, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "I love you too, Bent."
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Thanks for sending this to me! You know I always enjoy doing these, especially for these boys. I hope you enjoyed it!! ♥
"Well?" Archer had practically shouted when the men came through the doors. He hadn't meant to raise his voice but the anxiety of it had been suffocating. After two days without word from his husband, the father of his children, a man who he knew would never willingly stay away from them, he couldn't wait another second longer to know what was happening.
"Sir," the head of the team nodded respectfully. "We.. we found him."
"And?" Archer pushed, growing impatient.
"Sir, I'm sorry..." Quickly the man looked away, pained at having to be the one to deliver this news to his boss. "Your husband & his associates, they're... I'm sorry but they were found by hunters."
It felt as if the whole world was crumbling beneath his feet. Every word that was said after that was just a blurry, mumbled mess of sound but no sense. This had to be some sort of nightmare.
Owen Hawke seemed to glide everywhere that he went. So elegant, easy. So graceful. After over a century of dance & a great passion for the ballet, it really was no wonder. It did, however, make many wonder if he had what it took to run the coven once his ruthless mother stepped down. They questioned if he had the tenacity & strength to do what needed to be done when faced with difficulty. He’d quickly proven them wrong, not shying away from even the toughest of tasks & showing them a side of brutality when challenged that no other leader had before in the long history of their coven.
Archer could only hope to one day fill those shoes & be respected in the same way that his father was. From his birth, they’d been preparing him for that day. Everything that he did, he did with the knowledge that it would reflect not only on him, but on the coven as a whole. It’s why his mate, the one who would stand at his side through all of that, had to be carefully vetted & approved.
The blond absentmindedly rubbed at his chin as he watched the wind blowing through the trees outside the window of his parent’s library now. He was lost in thought over everything that had been happening between him & his betrothed.
Owen breezed past & took a seat in the leather chair across from him at the chess table. “Your youngest brother can be quite the handful when he decides he’s in no mood to do his lessons. The tutor is practically tearing out her hair in frustration,” he chuckled, taking in the board between them. “I believe it was your turn, son.”
“Sorry,” Archer muttered, turning his attention back to their game. He’d come to discuss business & have a brief visit. In typical Owen fashion, he’d convinced his eldest child to stay a bit longer.
