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Prompt: Stain Word count: 52 TW: blood Rating: T @drarrymicrofic
With quick wand work, Auror mind razor-sharp, Harry body-binds all of the unconscious suspects.
He looks at Draco – the post-duel Draco, flushed and confident and beautiful – and they laugh, breathlessly.
Only then, Draco’s laughter fades.
Only then, Draco slides a hand under his tailored coat, confused.
It comes away crimson with blood.
What if my books get published and the top goodreads review is one star. I don’t think I could handle that.
Prompt: Stain Word count: 59 @drarrymicrofic
Potter’s grin is wide, a little crooked; easily drawing Draco’s attention, no matter where they are in the pub.
He has a soot stain on one cheekbone – Merlin knows what reckless heroics he’d been involved in today.
Draco keeps their conversation professional, yet Potter smiles at him again.
Someone should wipe that soot from his cheek. Draco’s fingers tingle.
Prompt: Stain Word count: 59 Rating: M @drarrymicrofic
They kiss, intense and wanting, even after orgasm. Harry will always want Draco, again and again and again.
He kisses Draco’s lips, his long pale neck, one pink, pink nipple… The scars. Drags his tongue through the cooling white stain on Draco’s stomach and laughs.
Draco’s expression is between amused and disgusted. “I want a divorce.”
Harry laughs more.
Prompt: Stain Word count: 57 Rating: T @drarrymicrofic
In the moonlit study, they stumble into each other, gasping.
Harry presses Draco back into the desk, hears a clatter, glimpses an overturned inkwell, an inkstain spreading. But he doesn’t stop – deepens the kiss, slides his fingers into the platinum hair and grips. Draco’s moan is loud in the hush of the night, delicious against Harry’s mouth.
The absolute highest form of praise on your writing you could possibly receive are the little notes people leave on AO3 bookmarks
Someone left a comment the fic I’ve been neglecting saying they can’t wait for the next chapter I’m so embarrassed--
Y’all I’m gonna be honest I despise my writing in my fic especially after taking a creative writing class I’m gagging at this but I can’t really make it any better since it’s the style it’s in.
