She/her, 30s AO3: ununquadius // Follows, comments and likes from azaharperezoso Feel free to correct my mistakes, English is not my first language | Header by @cubedcoffeecake
Favorite color: Purple, and green and blue and orange
Last film/show: Ghosts (UK)
Sweet/savory/spicy: I don’t do spicy. Between sweet and savoury, it depends a lot on my cravings at any given moment. I really can’t choose! I'm copying @stargazing-enby answer😂
Relationship status: Single
Last thing I googled: how to do space mission in the sims 4🤣
Current obsession: I'm just surviving, don't have mind space for obsessions
What if I tell you that it is now the 2nd of September… which means the day before my birthday has passed… which means I’m technically not allowed to post the next part(s?) until next year..?
What will you do to bribe into breaking the rules??
What!? Well first of all I'm going to wish you very happy birthday and tell you how beautiful and nice and perfect you are. And secondly I'm going to remind you that I just told you how beautiful and nice and perfect you are so you're going to write the next part. Aren't you, my dearest friend??
“Halt! Turn around slowly, with your hands above your head.”
Draco keeps his gun trained on the culprit as they do as told. They’ve been backed into a dead end alley. They have nowhere to go, yet Draco doesn’t mean they don’t have any other tricks up their sleeve.
As is revealed when the hooded figure has finished their one-eighty turn and lifts their head, it is their identity that is the trick this time.
Draco sighs and lowers his gun.
“The report said you were armed,” Draco tells the other man. “But you never carry any weapons. Any idea where that misinformation may come from?”
A smirk. “You know me so well, officer. I guess I should be honoured. They’re taking me seriously enough to lie about how dangerous I am.”
“That’s not true, and you know it. You are dangerous. Even without weapons. And you need to be more careful, or they will catch you. They won’t care whether the report was false or not, this means they’re allowed to shoot you if they think you’ll draw against them. You know they won’t hesitate to employ that loophole. The higher-ups want you caught. Dead or alive, doesn’t matter. And if you keep going on like this, all of this will end with you… dead.”
While Draco has been talking, the other man has slowly made his way over to Draco. He’s now standing close, too close. Within Draco’s personal space. Draco doesn’t mind.
“And I know you don’t want that, love,” the man murmurs. “But you also know I have to do this. Someone has to work against all the corruption in this city.”
“Why does that someone have to be you?” Draco asks, voice quiet.
The man puts two fingers under Draco’s chin pressing up until Draco meets his green stare.
Draco sucks in a breath, loudly, as always when he sees the intensity in those eyes.
“Love, I promise, I’m careful. Iäll be home for dinner, okay?”
Helplessly, Draco nods. There’s nothing else he can do.
A quick peck on the corner of Draco’s mouth, and then the man is gone.
“Harry!” Draco calls out, but only the sound of the traffic on the main street behind him answers him.
~~**~~
The afternoon proves tiresome after that. Draco returns to the precinct, reporting that he has seen the criminal, but failed to apprehend him (again). He argues that the man was unarmed since he saw both the man’s hands empty when he ran away, but the chief doesn’t think that’s enough proof. The gun could’ve been hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, the chief says.
Then he calls Draco into his office for a private meeting.
He asks Draco how it is possible that Draco always finds this specific criminal first (because Draco knows him) but never manages to catch him (because Draco loves him) when that’s not a problem with any other crooks. Does Draco know his priorities (Harry is right, someone has to fight the corruption) or does he need reminders (he reminds himself he will see Harry again at dinner, Draco just has to push through a few more hours).
The chief releases Draco after too many reassurances falling from Draco’s tongue, leaving his mouth dry from all the lies. He is ordered to do paperwork until his shift is over – the chief doesn’t trust Draco enough to let him back out on the street.
~~**~~
He’s late, Draco thinks. He’s anxiously turning his head back and forth between the front door and the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.
Harry promised, Draco reminds himself. He promised he’d be here for dinner.
One minute turns into five, and then fifteen. Draco tries to ignore the heavy beating of his heart, the worried nerves tingling in his arms.
Half an hour, and he’s pacing the flat, unable to sit still any longer.
“Where are you, Harry?” he asks the empty air around him. He doesn’t recognise his own voice. “Where are you?”
One problem with having a boyfriend that’s on the police force’s Most Wanted list is that when something like this happens, Draco can’t go to the station and file a missing person report.
Still, when more than two hours have passed since their usual set time for dinner, Draco feels desperate enough to damn the consequences and file the report anyway. He puts on his shoes, grabs his jacket and moves toward the front door.
Just as he puts his hand on the handle, he hears shuffling sounds coming from the other side. He janks the door open, and Harry literally falls onto him, crashing both of them to the floor.
He’s bleeding.
There’s so much blood, his shirt is soaked.
Draco searches Harry’s face for answers as Harry lies on top of him, but Harry’s eyes are switching in and out of focus. On the verge of unconsciousness.
“Harry?” Draco croaks.
Harry grunts, but none of the sounds are comprehensible.
Long ago, Harry made Draco promise that no matter what ever happened to him, Draco should never take Harry to the hospital. Draco’s job related knowledge of first aid would have to suffice.
Never ever take him to the hospital. Never.
Because of that, Draco pushes his questions aside, and focuses on getting them both off the floor, closing the door behind them, and carrying Harry into their living room. He lays Harry down carefully on the floor.
He cuts Harry’s shirt open and tries to survey the mess, but there’s too much blood to see anything else.
“Harry…” Draco whispers helplessly.
He gets to work, cleaning away all the red, finding what appears to be a bullet hole in his chest, another in his left shoulder. Draco does his best to stop the bleeding, tying on compressions, but in the end it doesn’t do much.
Harry’s completely unconscious by now, and his breathing is getting slower, yet there doesn’t seem to be an end to the bloodstream. His heart is beating fainter and fainter, and Draco can feel Harry slipping away from him.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” he cries quietly. “I can’t do this. I know I promised, but you also promised you’d be home for dinner. You didn’t keep your promise, and I can’t keep this one.”
Draco lifts his phone, and calls for an ambulance.
~~**~~
Draco’s alone, standing outside Harry’s private room. He revels in the quiet, as happy as he can be with all the worry hammering in his chest. At least the chief has left.
It took the chief less time to get to the hospital than it did for Harry and Draco. When Draco followed the nurses running through the hallways to get to a surgery room, he ran straight into his boss.
“You did it!” He congratulated him. “You caught him, Draco! You know I had my doubts, but you actually pulled through! I’ll need your full report tomorrow morning.”
“I haven’t had the chance to question him yet,” Draco tried to stall, but the chief was having none of that.
“We all know his crimes. No need for questioning.”
“But it’s procedure–”
“He’s an enemy to the force, it doesn’t matter what the procedure is.”
“But everyone has the right to–”
“He does not have any rights! Do you understand? Once he’s well enough to get out of the hospital, we’ll bring him straight into our custody, and we’ll never let him see the light of day! He’ll never be a problem for us again! Have I made myself clear?”
“...” Draco straightened his spine to appear sure and steady, but his throat burns when he gives his affirmative, “Yes, sir.”
WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU TO DESERVE THIS TORTURE, @assassinsdragons!???? I'm going to tell you what happens after this scene! Draco’s chief dies a horrible death and Draco and Harry who recovers very quickly and very healthily, are very very happy and together and corruption is ended. The end!
“Halt! Turn around slowly, with your hands above your head.”
Draco keeps his gun trained on the culprit as they do as told. They’ve been backed into a dead end alley. They have nowhere to go, yet Draco doesn’t mean they don’t have any other tricks up their sleeve.
As is revealed when the hooded figure has finished their one-eighty turn and lifts their head, it is their identity that is the trick this time.
Draco sighs and lowers his gun.
“The report said you were armed,” Draco tells the other man. “But you never carry any weapons. Any idea where that misinformation may come from?”
A smirk. “You know me so well, officer. I guess I should be honoured. They’re taking me seriously enough to lie about how dangerous I am.”
“That’s not true, and you know it. You are dangerous. Even without weapons. And you need to be more careful, or they will catch you. They won’t care whether the report was false or not, this means they’re allowed to shoot you if they think you’ll draw against them. You know they won’t hesitate to employ that loophole. The higher-ups want you caught. Dead or alive, doesn’t matter. And if you keep going on like this, all of this will end with you… dead.”
While Draco has been talking, the other man has slowly made his way over to Draco. He’s now standing close, too close. Within Draco’s personal space. Draco doesn’t mind.
“And I know you don’t want that, love,” the man murmurs. “But you also know I have to do this. Someone has to work against all the corruption in this city.”
“Why does that someone have to be you?” Draco asks, voice quiet.
The man puts two fingers under Draco’s chin pressing up until Draco meets his green stare.
Draco sucks in a breath, loudly, as always when he sees the intensity in those eyes.
“Love, I promise, I’m careful. Iäll be home for dinner, okay?”
Helplessly, Draco nods. There’s nothing else he can do.
A quick peck on the corner of Draco’s mouth, and then the man is gone.
“Harry!” Draco calls out, but only the sound of the traffic on the main street behind him answers him.
~~**~~
The afternoon proves tiresome after that. Draco returns to the precinct, reporting that he has seen the criminal, but failed to apprehend him (again). He argues that the man was unarmed since he saw both the man’s hands empty when he ran away, but the chief doesn’t think that’s enough proof. The gun could’ve been hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, the chief says.
Then he calls Draco into his office for a private meeting.
He asks Draco how it is possible that Draco always finds this specific criminal first (because Draco knows him) but never manages to catch him (because Draco loves him) when that’s not a problem with any other crooks. Does Draco know his priorities (Harry is right, someone has to fight the corruption) or does he need reminders (he reminds himself he will see Harry again at dinner, Draco just has to push through a few more hours).
The chief releases Draco after too many reassurances falling from Draco’s tongue, leaving his mouth dry from all the lies. He is ordered to do paperwork until his shift is over – the chief doesn’t trust Draco enough to let him back out on the street.
~~**~~
He’s late, Draco thinks. He’s anxiously turning his head back and forth between the front door and the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.
Harry promised, Draco reminds himself. He promised he’d be here for dinner.
One minute turns into five, and then fifteen. Draco tries to ignore the heavy beating of his heart, the worried nerves tingling in his arms.
Half an hour, and he’s pacing the flat, unable to sit still any longer.
“Where are you, Harry?” he asks the empty air around him. He doesn’t recognise his own voice. “Where are you?”
I've been looking at all the pat year's gifts where you tagged me trying to see a hint of what this year's might be about. I even sent you an ask with too many 👀 but I got nothing!
@assassinsdragons you!! You, monster!! I was all happy reading this, I specially enjoyed the "Within Draco’s personal space. Draco doesn't mind" I went hehe😏 and THEN THEN after making clear that they're together and happy HARRY DOESN'T ARRIVE TO DINNER ON TIME! WHY!? WHERE'S PART 2!?
I won't have to wait until next year to read part 2 do i??? DO I!? DO I!!!???
Is it normal (not frown upon or illegal) for people with breasts to be topless at the beach where you live?
Yes, Europe
No, Europe
Yes, North America
No, North America
Yes, South America
No, South America
Yes, Asia
No, Asia
Yes, África
No, África
Yes, Oceania
No, Oceanía
Voting ended onAug 16, 2023
EDIT 1. I don't mean that it is the norm to be topless. Just that if you see someone topless it isn't frown upon or that person doesn't face legal consequences
EDIT 2. By beach I also meant pools, rivers, lakes, etc. Sorry, but there aren't rivers or lakes where I live so I forgot those exist 🤣
I'm surprised by the Europe results. I thought the "yes" would have a bigger percentage as I see many women from different parts of Europe not wearing the top at the beach
32, 40, 49... And I'll just throw in a random number without checking which question it is: hmmm... 17!
Hi, hun! Thanks so much for the ask!
do you have a favorite towel?
I do! I have a big, white, fluffy towel I love for when I'm out of the shower and then I have another favourite towel for drying my hair. It's very old but it's perfect
can you skip rocks?
Yes! I loved doing little competitions of that with my brother when we were little kids. I haven't done it in a while but I'd say I still can
are you farsighted or nearsighted?
I'm nearsighted
did you have any snacks today?
I just ate lunch but I ate cookies as dessert, does that count?
Is it normal (not frown upon or illegal) for people with breasts to be topless at the beach where you live?
Yes, Europe
No, Europe
Yes, North America
No, North America
Yes, South America
No, South America
Yes, Asia
No, Asia
Yes, África
No, África
Yes, Oceania
No, Oceanía
Voting ended onAug 16, 2023
EDIT 1. I don't mean that it is the norm to be topless. Just that if you see someone topless it isn't frown upon or that person doesn't face legal consequences
EDIT 2. By beach I also meant pools, rivers, lakes, etc. Sorry, but there aren't rivers or lakes where I live so I forgot those exist 🤣
I can't sleep and my family and I were talking about this earlier so I'm making a poll
EDIT. By private I mean that it isn't a state property, but that it belongs to a company. You pay to use these services, be it directly to the company or with an insurance
The year of 2022, the third instalment of my yearly gift for my beloved friend @ununquadius , was fluff again. Now it’s 2023. We’re getting closer and closer to the 1st of September.
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