#perfect 100

[ladderofyears]

Harry and Ron were enjoying coffee and toasted teacakes in the Ministry Canteen.

“Noticed Draco had those horrible teal socks on during briefing,” Ron said, giving his best-mate a glance over their plates. “Not real his style is it? Posh git like him, wearing the same thing two days in a row?”

Harry focussed on scraping the last crumbs onto his fork.

In his mind’s eyes he could remember the sight of Draco getting dressed that morning, dishevelled, sleep-rumpled and beautiful.

He smiled to himself. Socks weren’t the only item of clothing that Draco had re-worn for work that morning.

A gift for @amortentiaboys. Looking forward to your mini-fic challenge 💥💥

[notrexiebeau]

remembering the good old days

i wish i never stopped

[atypical-snowman]

Their first kiss for the drabble prompts? Please? 🤍🦋

Hello my darling!  Anything for you!  Here’s a perfect 100.

The fight was over.  “Everyone fall in,” Tony said.

“I’m here,” Peter said, then every other Avenger sounded off.

Except Stephen.

“Doc?” Tony asked, running to the last place he saw him.  “Doc!”

A red flutter in the corner of his eye dragged Tony to a felled tree.  Pushing it away, he saw Stephen, bruised and battered.

“Stephen?  Don’t do this.  Not before…”

Not before Tony had a chance to tell Stephen he loved him.

“Tony?”

“Stephen, I—” He leaned down, searching Stephen’s eyes, happy with what he found.  With a smile, he kissed him.

Stephen hummed happily. “About time.”

[hunnybadgerv]

Hair | MEFFW Perfect 100

AO3 Link

Reyes shook the pink concoction in the bottle, staring at Bain splayed out across the bed on his back. His gaze traced the trail that led over his stomach to the nest of curly pubic hair. His smile widened. How will he react? Will he wake up?

He didn’t have high expectations, so he moved with considerable care. He tried keep the bottle from sputtering as he rubbed the pink dye over the thick hair. Reyes fought against his laughter throughout.

“The fuck!” Bain howled when Reyes poured water over his crotch. “The fuck?” Massani repeated with a downward glance.

[spacesquirrel]

Heartbeat

100 words - for the MEFFW perfect 100 drabble challenge prompt, “Heartbeat”.

It’s also on AO3 in case you’re so inclined to R&R there :) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11510367

Also - I'M SO SORRY.

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Heartbeat

It begins with a heartbeat.

A tiny little thump thump, thump thump.

Unassuming. Unexpected. Unwanted.

Oh, not unwanted in the long term - but certainly unwanted now, the product of one very stupid decision - one very special night - with a very handsome lieutenant.

Brooklyn squeezes her eyes shut, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, as Doctor Chakwas begins listing options.

She tunes her out, focusing on the stars outside, subconsciously placing her hand on her belly.

She doesn’t get to decide, in the end: two heartbeats, simultaneously ending with a shuddering gasp; alone, together, in the inky expanse of space.

[ladderofyears]

The Den.

It had been a exhausting day of meetings. Draco stepped though the Floo into the lounge of Grimmauld Place, wanting nothing more than Harry and a glass of wine.

He came face to face with a structure of blankets and chairs. His boyfriend and six-year-old Teddy Lupin were sat within.

“What fresh hell is this?” Draco said, gesturing to the construction.

“A den,” Harry replied. “Didn’t you ever make one as a boy?”

“Surprisingly, no,” Draco answered. He toed off his shoes before crawling inside.

Teddy giggled and Harry kissed him. It wasn’t ever too late to try something new.

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Based on the prompt: fresh for @drarrymicrofic.

"What fresh hell is this?" is attributed to the very witty Dorothy Parker. I just pinched it for Draco to say.

Love you lots, people. Have an amazing week.

[ladderofyears]

Written for @gnarf

Food was the path to Harry’s heart.

There was nothing the wizard enjoyed more than a full belly. As a child he’d been sleepless with hunger. The scraps the Dursleys had left hadn’t been enough to feed a growing boy.

So, when Draco brought him a bowl of steaming pumpkin soup, he fell instantly (a little deeper) in love.

The soup was hearty and thick, with toasted bread on the side. Harry tasted ginger, coriander and even cinnamon.

“You made this?” Harry asked, disbelieving.

“All by myself,” Draco answered. “No Elf help at all.”

Harry grinned. “You really are magic.”

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[ladderofyears]

“I’ll see you later,” Harry whispered as his Tempus alarm buzzed loudly. “Soon as this mission finishes I’ll be back here. Back in your arms.”

Draco wouldn’t be mollified. He wrapped his limbs around his beloved, nuzzling the skin at the crook of his neck and holding him tightly. “I hate that you always seem to be leaving,” he replied, breathing in the sweet scent of Harry’s vanilla soap. “I don’t like sharing you.”

Harry laughed as he tried, unsuccessfully, to extract himself. “You realise that I love you?

“I should hope so,” Draco answered. “We’ve been married three years.”