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Prompt #1,225
"Great idea! Let's trust the asshole that caused all of this!"
prompt # 53
"...Do I get a free pass if I act like I care?"
“Remind me to kill you. Please”
Sacrasm prompt #9 - requested by @shakkeattacke
Harry was exhausted. He thought he’d known the meaning of the word, back at Hogwarts, struggling through studying for the tournament, or back in the woods hunting horcruxes. Young Harry had no idea what sleep deprivation was, young Harry had no idea how much adult Harry would come to romanticize his bed, young Harry was in for a rude awakening.
... Adult Harry really needed some fucking sleep.
Unfortunately simultaneously working through clinicals and classes at St Mungo’s while trying to keep up with his these people called friends and this stupid (wonderful) little orphanage pet project that he couldn’t loosen the reigns on meant that Harry was running on willpower and caffeine charms that had long ago lost their... charm.
Harry was supposed to have the evening off, Harry had bought new sheets for the occasion, Harry was supposed to get to sleep. So then why was Harry back at St Mungos, dressing down for a clinical shift in the neo natal unit?
Luna Fucking Lovegood.
Having stepped out of the changing room Harry leveled a glare at the face encased in the same old dirty blonde long hair. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”
Luna smiled, tired herself but serene and reached out to take his elbow. “I suppose since you asked so nicely I might consider it.” Her cheerful reply had him groaning dramatically at her as he let himself be led along to the proper unit. Even after months working through the various departments, Harry still got lost in the ever changing floorplan, Luna never did.
As they approached the door Harry found his voice again, “Why would you decide to sign us up for an overnight shift in the NICU anyway? I don’t plan on working L&D, I’m already up to my eyeballs in little kids at the orphanage and I should be focusing on the curse wounds unit where I want to be and-”
Harry’s rant came to a stuttering stop as they passed through the door and suddenly the pressure at his elbow was gone as Luna disappeared without a word. Harry didn’t even notice, Harry wasn’t even breathing.
The NICU unit was quiet, dark other than the lights from the monitoring spells and the bit of moonlight filtering through the windows, and settled like some ethereal creature in a patch of that silver light was Draco Malfoy.
Harry took an involuntary step forward and hadn’t yet dared to breathe because Malfoy was sleeping. Malfoy was sleeping and was holding carefully to two of the NICU babies. Malfoy was sleeping and shirtless and giving vital skin contact to two tiny fragile little babies and it was the single most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.
Luna was the most wonderful friend in the entire world and Harry was going to buy her a thestral. Or you know, maybe just a drink.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway Characters: Chakotay (Star Trek), Kathryn Janeway, Tom Paris Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, sarcasm prompt, six sexy words prompt, on the bridge, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Endgame, but only barely Summary:
Their time on Voyager ended in a way so similar to, yet so different from, how it began.
Tumblr prompt response combining a sarcasm prompt (neither of us is drunk enough for this conversation) and a six sexy word prompt (he undresses her with his eyes.) with the added hurtle of setting: on the bridge.
For @ariella884... thank you for the prompts! :D
Prompt #1,296
“Take it with a bit of sugar,”
“I prefer salt,”
Prompt #786
"Is that a gun!?"
"No, it's a rolling pin,"
Prompt #519
"What gave you that idea? The voices coming from the woods or the weeping coming from the attic?"
Hi!! Your stories are AMAZING!!! Would you like to write 3 for drarry? Thank you :)
Jes: Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this one!
Sarcasm Prompt 3 - “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
Adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket Draco turns in front of the mirror, checking again that every line of the custom cut material is where it should be. His hair is long again, hanging in his eyes and he has to toss his head to bring it back into place. He would cut it but well -
“Are you still primping? We’re going to be late you vain bugger.”
Draco turns his head to the door way and the hair sweeps back into his eyes, partially obscuring the assessing grey as it sweeps over the figure there.
Predictably, Harry’s gaze is drawn to the movement of his hair, his lips twitch and his eyes are light and when Draco has Harry Potter leaning indecently in his doorway, looking positively edible in his own sinfully form fitting suit and getting distracted by a simple thing like an imperfect strand of hair in Draco’s face, well, he thinks even his father might forgive him for letting it stay slightly unkempt.
Draco lifts a brow, that same old haughty expression tempered by an underlying warmth that only makes Harry grin when he turns his gaze back to the mirror to finish his adjustments.
“Late, Draco. As in we are dangerously close to not being on time.”
Suppressing an answering twitch at the corner of his mouth Draco merely makes a show of dusting off an invisible bit of lint that would never have the audacity to land on this immaculate (and charmed) suit in the first place. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” He drawls, eyes meeting Harry’s in the mirror.
Harry huffs a laugh and shakes his head as he comes up behind Draco, not falling for it for even a moment and he drops his head to Draco’s shoulder, intentionally stroking his chin over it to bunch up the material. “You’re the terrifyingly punctual one here okay, I’m merely attempting to stick to the outlined timeline.” He tips his head, nips at the lobe of Draco’s ear before he pulls back. “Prat.”
Resisting a shiver Draco nudges Harry back out of his way and smooths the fabric on his shoulder. “Wanker.” He answers lips twitching again in a small smile he can’t quite suppress. “Get out of here, I’m almost finished, we wont be late.”
With an overly dramatic huffed sigh Harry leaves Draco to finish and Draco turns back to the mirror. “Steady on darling,” the mirror says kindly and Draco takes in a fortifying breath, nods to it and checks his pocket one last time for the small black box, light and unbearably heavy at the same time. Tonight will be perfect, it has to be.
It’s another five minutes before Draco is satisfied that everything is place and when Draco completes the side along apparition they are right on time and everything, except his hair, is perfectly in place.
Later, when Harry beats Draco to the punch by pulling out his own small box he can’t help the disbelieving groan. He has to hurry to produce his own to explain the reaction and he can’t even be mad that the bloody wanker beat him again because they both chose this, this place. this moment, and each other forever and Draco is grinning in front of witnesses in that way that’s reserved for only Harry and laughing when he’s swung around. Somewhere nearby cameras are flashing and neither of them can be bothered to notice.
Later the world will ooo and awe over the pictures and the romance of the joint proposal and they’ll be flooded with owls and floo calls and nosy family but right now there is just Harry and Draco, two perfectly chosen rings and a promise of forever.
