The Start of Forever: Destiel Honeymoon Ficlet

Warmth. That was the first thing Dean’s mind registered as he began to wake up. Then, he heard soft breathing, and felt familiar arms wrapped securely around his waist.

A smile tugged at his lips as the memories from yesterday came flooding back. Blue eyes, soft smiles, tears of joy, tight hugs, music and laughter. The vows, the kiss, the first dance, the speeches, their family, and the love that filled every corner of the room.

Through half-lidded eyes, he surveys his side of the room, landing on the silver and blue ring on his night stand. His eyes snap open.

It was real. They finally did it.

His gaze continues to travel down to the floor where he spots a rumpled dress shirt and pants. Memories from last night come rushing back.

Strong hands, burning hot skin, soft lips, heavy breathing, and those gorgeous blue eyes. His smile grows even wider.

It was all real. A soft gasp escapes his lips as a new sensation washes over him.

This morning, is the first time he’s waking up with his husband. The first time he’s waking up wrapped in his husband’s arms.

Dean slowly shifts until he faces Cas. He gently reaches a hand out, pushing his hair messy hair out of Cas’ face.

(Read the rest under the cut)

just give him a minute…

mfw the roomba steals my weed

When rona is over.. catch me out in the club with my nuts n cock out with this stuffed with granola bars.

hello i’m hoziest and this is my song i’m already in church

This post implies the existence of Hozey, who is not at church and has no desire to go.

Don’t Wanna Go To Church And You Can’t Make Me

Haha simp

Marry me

I wanted to make the engagement process :D It’s so adorable and beautiful to me <3

He didn’t notice, did he…?

It’ll be my first time buying a ring…

Sajou buying a ring…

we should’ve looked like a guy who has a boyfriend and his friend, shouldn’t we?

Kusakabe buying a ring…

I’m sure he’ll be happy. 

BONUS:

Want to see my OTP marry <3

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Okay but Harry learning French for scorpios? And Draco finding out? Hell yeah!

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Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "felony".

He tries to leave, again, but this time Harry stops him.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks, holding Draco’s arm. He drags him back to bed, into the safe cocoon of his arms.

“I…” Draco murmurs against Harry’s skin, “we can’t just forget the world outside and pretend that this is fine. That I’m good enough for you.”

“I don’t give a shit about what the rest of the world thinks,” Harry replies.

“This,” Draco points at their joint bodies, “this should be a felony. You deserve better.”

“I deserve you,” Harry whispers against his mouth, drowning all the nasty thoughts with his lips. “I love you.”

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guest — microfic

Somewhere above Draco’s head, a thump sounded. His mother blinked, looking up from her tea. “Do you have a guest over?”

“No,” Draco said automatically. “That’s my, um. Cat.”

Her eyebrow arched. “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

I don’t. “Just— give me one moment.”

Upstairs, Draco opened his bedroom door to find Potter pulling himself up from the floor, half-tangled with the duvet cover. “Tripped,” he explained, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. Won’t happen again.”

Draco stared at him, uncomprehending. He opened his mouth; closed it again. Then he shut the door and rejoined his mother in the living room. 

“Stupid cat,” he apologized shakily. “Doesn’t know his left from his right. I hope the shelter does refunds.” When she simply continued to stare at him, he swallowed audibly and lifted the creamer. “More milk?”

“Please.”

😂😂😂😂 This is so cute!

I firmly believe that Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum remained friends after the triwizard tournament and that one night while they were celebrating Fleur and Bills engagement a very drunk Fleur bet a not as drunk Viktor that she could catch a snitch before him and so they competed and he won and Fluer lost her end of the bet saying that she would name her first born after him

and that is why their kid is named Victoire and the only reason it isn’t spelled with a k is to annoy Viktor

Headcanon accepted!

Guest List

“Portraits won’t take up seats,” Harry says, blurry-eyed from a mere glimpse of the seating chart. It reminds him of the Marauder’s Map, with all the names scribed in tiny print. He doesn’t recognise most of them, but he spots his next to Draco’s, at the end of the room.

“And they won’t need dinner or cake, just—you know. Wall space. Which we’ve plenty of.”

“Your point?” Draco says, his brows knitted with the effort of ensuring that all two-hundred-and-fifty-four guests are accounted for.

“I mean.” Harry gnaws at his lip. “I think it’d be nice.”

“You want portraits. To attend our wedding.”

“It was just an idea.”

“No, no,” Draco says slowly. He looks up, realisation rippling over his face. Harry feels hot; fragile.

“How many?” Draco asks.

“Six.” There is Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius and Lupin and Tonks, Fred. 

Draco scrunches his face up, making his own list. When he finishes, he says, “Seven, actually.” His face is soft. “I was going to wait until after the wedding, but it’s probably better if I show you now.”

Harry follows him to their closet, where Draco pulls out a frame wrapped in brown parchment. Harry knows a little of what to expect, and his head’s dizzy just thinking about it, his fingers clumsy like he’s forgotten how to use them.

Encased is a vivid portrait of a slumbering house-elf, scribbled in the broad strokes of a cheerful child. 

“Dobby?” Harry calls.

Dobby rouses at his name, blinking open big brown eyes and shaking out noodly purple legs over sloppy initials—DLM. “Is Dobby really seeing Harry Potter?” he squeaks, his ears twitching.

“Portrait magic’s not supposed to work like that,” Draco says, too-fast.

But it did.

Harry looks up, eyes wet.

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For today’s @drarrymicrofic prompt, guest list!

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