#softttttttt

“Not this again,” Harry murmured, with the eyeroll and the tragic sigh and the telling quiver in the corner of his lips.

“Sorry,” Draco grinned.

“You know I hate it when you—” gasped when Draco took his hand, pressed a kiss to the back of his palm. “Malfoy.”

Draco batted his eyelashes. He’d heard from a very credible source they were devilishly long, and awfully convincing. “What? Am I not allowed to court my partner?”

“Allowed isn’t really the issue. We’ve been married for three years, arsehole. There’s no need to court me.” Still, with a slightly-trembling hand, he took the flower. “Where’s this from, then.”

Grin widening: “A village near Halifax. Got rid of the nastiest case of Knottivites you’d ever seen, the poor lamb was barely even visible underneath it. Got her trimmed and happy by tea-time, and the field was just lovely on the way back, all blossoming. Made me think of you.”

“Because the grass is just like my eyes,” Harry said, in a tone that was probably meant to sound mocking, failed miserably. “No, let me guess, a flower reminded you of my lips.”

Such cheek could only be met with decisive action, Draco thought, and grabbed his husband by the waist, brought him close-close. “It was actually a tree,” with a huff, and a kiss to the tip of his nose. “A specific curve in a branch. Perfect, just like your arse.”

“Oi!” Harry squealed when Draco pinched, “get your—honestly! Draco, that tickles, you son of a—ha, ow, ow, stop!”

Flushed-cheeked and in his arms, unbearably sweet, laughing and squirming. “Never,” Draco said, and he meant it. “Harry, I—”

“No! Stop it! You silly thing, I know,” breathless, “I know you’re a sap and I know you’re relentless and I hate how, how,” stopped there, shook his head. “I can’t think when you’re like this. Can’t you just, insult me a little or something?”

“In a minute,” Draco promised, nudging until he had access to Harry’s neck, to kiss it and kiss it. “I think I kind of like you like this.”

“Shut up,” still laughing. “You like me any way.”

Draco hummed. “It’s possible.”

“And you’re im—Draco, ha ha, stop!” to the probably-ticklish nips up his jaw, behind his ear. “What about dinner, you git. Stop with the bloody, attack, okay, we get it, you like me!”

“Do we,” with a lick just to drive the point across. “Do we get it. That I like you. Honestly, Potter, sometimes I think you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing wh-hat!” the cry turning into an actual shriek when Draco picked him up, legs automatically fitting around Draco’s waist. “What the fuck!”

Harry was heavy, and Draco’s whole body was sore from casing all day in the field. Happy, happy, he carried his husband to the sofa, and dropped him there with a thud. Climbed on top of him, crushing a bit. “Do we get it now?”

“That you’re a twat? Yeah, baby, we knew that already.”

“Mm-hm,” with a helpless grin. “And you hate it, of course.”

“Despise it,” this fire in his eyes, truly unbearable.

Draco traced his bottom lip with a gentle thumb. “Abhor it,” he added nonsensically.

“Detest it,” nodding, spreading his thighs wider, wiggling so Draco slid closer. “C’mon, Malfoy, quit nattering and kiss me already.”

“You fiend,” with affection thick in his throat. “Do you get it, though. How much I like you. How I think you’re the loveliest thing in the world, and the prettiest, the most precious—”

Harry put his hand on Draco’s mouth, then replaced it with his own. “Yes,” in between kisses, breathless, “yes, I got it, okay. I’m lovely and precious and you’re a prick.”

“He truly does get it,” ducked, still laughing. “What about dinner.”

“We’ll get to it,” getting himself comfortable on the sofa, red-cheeked and the dearest thing Draco’s ever seen. His husband, who’s so easily flustered and so incredibly sweet. “What about my kisses.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” raising an eyebrow, “I thought perhaps it’d be too sappy for you to—”

Harry smiled against his lips: dinner would have to wait. This was more important.

AUGH that's the good stuff

Prompt #15

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Hero was the first one awake, stretching and yawning before their eyes were even open.

Even without doing so they could feel the warmth surrounding them, the blanket draped over their torso, and the dip in the bed next to them where Villain was still asleep.

Villain hadn't left.

Hero could feel the happiness blossoming through them, starting in their stomach before reaching all the way through their body, touching their lips as a smile.

They slowly opened their eyes, greeted by the soft glow of the early morning sun streaming in from outside. It cast everything in a delightful warm light, illuminating the little motes of dust that floated through the air near the window.

Hero let out a breath, rolling on to their side, facing their foe. Villain was still asleep, stretched out on their stomach, breathing slowly. The light shone through their hair, almost giving them a halo of sunshine around them.

Like the absolute angel they were.

They were gorgeous. Breathtakingly so.

Hero adored Villain. Despite being a villain they were one of those people who were too pure for this world, one who had been done wrong by terrible people and absolutely deserved a second chance. And the only way they'd been able to achieve that was through villainy.

Hero couldn't even blame them for their way of life, if it was the thing that had saved their life in the first place.

The only thing that they regretted about that was that it put them on opposing sides. If Hero got their way then they could have a normal relationship, Villain finding a way to join them so they could truly be together, instead of having to meet up for small snatches at a time. But that wasn't going to happen. Villain had been too badly hurt by the agency, and Hero wouldn't even imagine asking them to join again.

But Hero would always be grateful for the little moments they did get to be together, when they didn't have to be a hero and a villain, just people. There were no outside expectations, just both of them spending time with each other. It was worth it for Villain's laugh, their smile, the way their eyes lit up when they were excited, how they would fidget with their cape when they were nervous.

Villain was incredibly smart, too. Hero was always blown away by the schemes they come up with, the elaborate tricks and traps had always impressed them before the two had even started seeing each other. They had a tendency to gush about plans too, often older ones so they wouldn't 'spoil' future ones for Hero. Villain always loved when they described how the older heroes had fallen for Villain's trap. They had a way of talking about it that wasn't gloating, merely being delighting that their plan had worked.

Hero reached out a hand, resting it gently on Villain's arm and gently stroking their thumb up and down.

They were smart, beautiful, easy to get along with, and funny in their own way. Hero loved them.

But despite all of that, they were still a villain.

Relationships like this were explicitly forbidden by the agency.

Which meant the two could never really be together.

Which meant Hero could never really confess. They didn't want to lead Villain on like that, when fate would without a doubt tear them apart. They couldn't break Villain's heart like that, if their feelings were ever returned.

It was easier like this. Little meetups away from the world, where nothing big was expected of their relationship from each other than just the night spent together.

But they couldn't help their feelings. Villain was just too irresistable.

"I love you," they whispered quietly. Something only uttered when Villain couldn't hear them, the otherwise empty room being the only thing bearing witness to their deeper love.

Villain shifted suddenly, stretching and letting out a soft sigh. Hero withdrew their hand from their arm, watching as Villain settled down, slowly blinking open their eyes. "Hm?"

"Nothing," Hero said quietly, shifting closer and putting an arm around their enemy. "Go back to sleep."

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In which Tony decides to give his Steeb a surprise! :D

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