#with feathers

[slothquisitor]

Lucanis Dellamorte.

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

Your blog is sharky can I fight it to the death

I’m very pro violence I’ll challenge you to a pillow fite

[nezumithewriter]

That au where jon changes physically in every domain but it’s in the most extreme way possible

Jon: A domain of the corruption. You can smell the rot here…

Martin: jon why are you two thousand forty eight worms with eyes on them

[kangarookawaii]

I think eurasian jays are my favorite underrated corvid because this:

looks few teeth and some big toenails short of a velociraptor

[rockingrobin69]

Strictly Come Dancing

1.2k rated M for the wonderful @phasyvision17​ who asked for prompt no. 3. Or: the one where they’re professional dancers in a popular TV show, and Harry’s pining would win first place. Possessive, jealous Harry. Also, Draco in a bodysuit. With feathers. 

The problem was, keeping his eyes away was impossible, even if the sight made his blood boil in his veins and his head ache. The sheer brilliance of it – Draco’s graceful body swerving, bodysuit tight on his muscular form, the feathers adorning it making him something mythical, unreal. The light hitting his face, eyes determined and bright, skin shining with effort. The way every turn, every stretch of his beautiful body felt purposeful, intent. So bloody gorgeous. Even if the fact he was dancing with someone else –

This was ridiculous; Harry couldn’t possibly be jealous of this. They were both competing with different partners, they had to. That’s the way the fucking show worked. But seeing Draco, his Draco, spinning into the arms of another man, looking so stunning it melted Harry’s stupid little heart – he just couldn’t look away. Draco was magical, mesmerising. The music crescendoed, tension rising in the room as Draco spun faster, faster, arms up in the air – his partner lifted him, one leg rising impossibly high, foot in a perfect point – those large hands on Draco’s silver bodysuit, not Harry’s, holding him up – then releasing, thank fuck. Harry could feel the ripple of excitement through the crowd watching, hear the murmur of appreciation from the judges. Then, just as the music came to a stop, Draco made a little twirl, landing right in his partner’s waiting arms.

That twirl. Harry felt anger rise within him, tight in his fists, unreasonable and overwhelming. Then the lights flickered back on, the judges were speaking – the host said something funny, apparently, because Harry’s partner elbowed him in the ribs with a smirk. Harry couldn’t hear. Didn’t really care to, either. He was waiting, very impatiently, for the fucking judges to fucking shut up, and then – aw, fucking finally, Draco walked off the stage, still beaming and glittery with excitement.

Harry pulled him aside before he could even blink, hauling him through the set until he finally found a place deemed private enough. Draco, to his credit, didn’t seem all that perturbed. He kept a pretty straight face on for someone bodily thrown into a broom cupboard.

“So I take it you liked my performance,” he said, shadow of a smile on his face.

“It’s mine.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Keeping the growl contained in his throat took effort. “That twirl you did in the end. That’s my move. You stole it from me.”

“I’m sorry,” Draco’s eyebrows knitted high on his forehead, “but are you saying you invented the act of twirling?”

“No. I’m saying that that move, it was mine. You know that. Everybody fucking knows it. And you did it with someone else.”

“Well, we’re not dancing together anymore,” Draco had the gall to say. “This is for charity, Harry.”

“Fuck charity. No, wait, I don’t mean that, I just –“ Harry closed his eyes, turned his face away, furious with Draco, with himself, with the whole thing. “I… shit.”

“An apt summary, yes.” It sounded like Draco was smiling, but Harry wasn’t brave enough to check.

How could he put it into words without sounding like a total lunatic? How could he possibly describe it, going from sworn-dance-enemies in rival companies, to sweaty-messy-frotting between show rehearsals, to this tight-crushing-need in his chest? How could Harry ever tell him how much – how nothing in this would ever be quite enough without him? How painful it was to have to watch him taken away without being sure – without knowing for certain he’d come back?

Harry took a deep breath. Be fucking brave now, Potter. “Look, I’m happy we’re doing this, don’t get me wrong. Even if dancing with Sarah could never compare to dancing with you, it’s still worth it. But I’m – you – I care about you, so much. And I just, I know this is silly, but every time I see you dance with him I can’t help but worry that, that you’ll like him better, that he’s better for you, because I have to remember that you’re not really mine, and the fucking twirl –”

“Yours,” Draco said, two warm hands gripping Harry’s arms. “Harry. It’s yours. I’m – it’s all yours.”

“I…” Harry couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t stand to see what was twinkling in Draco’s; pity, or fear, or rage, or something far worse. Something warm. He squeezed against the misery in his chest. “Fuck, I hate this.”

“But not me.”

Now he had to look, because his whole belly was writhing. “No. Of course not you. I –” but the word got stuck in his throat, unable to come out. Draco gave him a look; not angry or scared or pitiful, but uncertain. Then exasperated. Then determined.  

“I’m yours, Harry,” he said, voice surprisingly soft. “I’m – I mean, you’re an idiot for thinking otherwise. Do you think I do this with everybody?”

“Draco.” Harry didn’t know how to ask him to be honest, to be brutally fucking honest right now, because if this was a lie, it would kill him. Draco seemed to understand anyway, because his face broke into something intolerable, open and full of affection.

“Yes, you idiot. Yours, utterly yours. And, honestly, as if I’d ever go for Tom. He’s dead creepy. Of course I’m fucking yours. I’m so yours it’s sickening, really.”  

He couldn’t help the surprised snort. “Mine?” he asked, the light in the grey eyes making him at least three feet taller. “You mean…” and without a warning he grabbed Draco, pushing him against the wall of the cupboard, brooms clashing everywhere. “All this is mine?”

“Harry…”

He ran a hand down the endless stretch of Draco’s neck, hot and unbearably happy, with this tightness in his chest about to choke him to death. “So this is mine?” he asked, licking a stripe of Draco’s throat. His fingers kept trailing downwards, along the slick bodysuit, catching the radiant peacock feathers with his thumb. Draco gasped against him, melting into his touch, and Harry could float with what was happening inside him right now, all this giddy joy. He dropped to his knees right there on the cleaning products, and the look in Draco’s eyes as he threaded a hand through Harry’s hair nearly made him weep. It was an admission, a reveal. It was everything, all at once. Harry leaned against his thigh, ready to show him with his tongue just whose the twirl was –

“Erm, Mr. Potter? Mr. Malfoy? We need you back on set.”

Shit. “Oh. We’ll, er, come right out.”

A long pause. “Yes, all right. Quickly.” It took a second to realise that the sound Harry was hearing was Draco, laughing himself to tears with a hand covering his mouth.

“You twat,” Harry grinned, loving him. Draco helped him up, and together they fell out of the cupboard, flushed and thrilled.

“I did look good doing that twirl, though, didn’t I? I thought I did it rather well.”

“Yes, it was very impressive. Do it again and I’ll have to kill you.”

Draco squeezed his hand, pulling him back towards the stage. “Come on. For charity.” His smile was bloody radiant, mesmerising, just like he was when he danced. Harry never felt so terribly, perfectly, strictly happy before in his life.

Prompt me!

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[Gif description: Cristobal Rios in an orange hat with two feathers in it and a green suit with fur over one shoulder doing a little dance. End gif description]

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