TW for injury (not detailed)

“Oh, gods.”

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t… wasn’t paying enough attention.”

“Clearly. You’re lucky the tree didn’t take your arm off; imagine trying to fly in gale-force winds then? Now, that’d be dangerous.”

“I said I was sorry. We—”

“And to think Weaselhad to call me. Couldn’t even spare a Patronus?”

“I knew you’d get huffy.”

“Huffy?”

“I meant—”

“That’s two weeks off your broom, Potter.”

“What!”

“Minimum. You’d need to report to me every morning for a check-up.”

“Sobossy.”

“I’m your doctor.”

“Bossy doctor.”

“Shut up. Now come here and give me a kiss. Doctor’s orders.”

For@domaystic‘s day 25. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

Iceland, three to seven degrees Celsius, and we’re camping. Everything’s so expensive, anyway—and you wanted to see it up close, that world you heard so much about, that you worked yourself to the bone for. But we came unprepared, idiots. This is a Muggletent, and we don’t even have a mat to separate our sleeping bags from the cold, cold floor. You cover me in a thin fleece blanket we got in town, but I’m still shivering, so you wrap yourself around me too. It’s like a fireplace, only in my chest; burning bright and loud and warm.

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Something

The people in the deli had all sorts of theories about the English couple: maybe the black-haired man was a soldier, or the blond a sailor, and they only got to see each other every other weekend. It would explain the infrequent, regular visits; it would also explain why they couldn’t stop touching each other, looking at each other like that. When the one with the glasses would go on tip-toes to reach for a tin, and the other would roll his eyes, so fond even the tomatoes blushed—there was just something about them, everyone could see. Something… magic.

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Draco’s got milk, bananas, beans and bread all balanced in his arms when he realises he lost his husband. He rushes past produce, but Harry’s already continued further, heading directly towards… of course.

“We said we’re cutting back on those.”

“I know. I—”

“You watched the programme too. The doctor said sugar affects your brain. Your brain, Harry.”

The look on his face changes from wary to fond. “Not everything on the telly is true.”

“Put down the crisps.”

He’s scowling now, but there’s a smile there. “You like my brain or something?”

“Or something,” Draco huffs. Or something.

For@domaystic‘s day 22. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

They didn’t have enough to go anywhere, plus Draco’s shifts were too erratic to plan much in advance, so Harry got some candles and a blanket stashed in the cupboard’s top shelf. The first day they both had off, he let Draco sleep in while he arranged it; breakfast in bed, the nice bath bomb they’ve been saving, and for a grand finale, picnic in the middle of the living room with some bubbly and jazz music. He wasn’t sure it was enough—but then Draco kissed him, so deep and so warm that he must’ve done the right thing.

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“I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll have to give you a ticket for that.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Afraid begging won’t get you out of this.” Draco kept his tone as level as it went. He cleared his throat, ignoring the heat crawling up his spine.

“Are you sure?” green eyes smirked at him. Draco had to close his.

“Quite, yes. Now if you’ll just follow me—”

“No.”

His breath left him in a whoosh. “Come again?”

“I said, no.”

“I’ll restrain you if I have to.”

“That a promise?”  

Oh, damn him. Draco couldn’t help a smile. “Of course.”

For@domaystic‘s day 20. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

• £12.20 Wee shop (Monday)(we were out of juice! Not my fault they also sell my cream)
• £30 Drinks with Pansy (Tuesday)+£10 for that completely unfair wager (who could have guessed Weasel’s tolerance is so low?)
• £69 New glasses (Wednesday) (again, I’m so sorry.)
• £12 Costa with Weasleys (Thursday) (Arthur finally let you pay??)
• £29 Teddy’s birthday present (Thursday)+£58 (Thursday)+£27.50(Thursday) (have you lost your bloody mind, he’s only turning seven) (yes, for the only time in his life!)
• £48 I’ll tell you when you get home (Friday)  

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Local bus, foggy windows and plenty of empty seats—still he collapsed next to me, bearded and strangely different. Staring just the same, though. I never expected anything when I asked: So,who are you supposed to be now?

He startled a bit. Didn’t really get it. Who am I? he repeated, eyes wide, green and bright. I—don’t know. Harry, I guess. Just Harry.

Pleasure to meet you, just Harry, I said, for some reason with a smile. I had no way of knowing the future. No way of guessing that Potter—thatjust Harry will become my Harry.

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“He didn’t!”

“Totally did.”

James looks a bit punched in the face, and Harry startles—but James just slides back down his chair, blinking too fast.

“That means you have a shot with him.” Lily doesn’t notice she’s buttering the tablecloth. “You should be happy!”

“Happy,” Al repeats, too busy trying to feed Scorpius his toast. “We can go on a double date. Me and Scorp, you and Te—”

“Teddy?” Draco asks from the doorway, wide-eyed. “James fancies Teddy?”

“Help me,” James whispers, and by the time Harry realises he’s asking Draco, he’s laughing too hard to care.

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There’s a tree in the garden, young, uncertain still. Its branches seem to stagger on the way up, like it doesn’t yet know how to hold them. Draco remembers what it’s like, to feel this way—like any rogue ant, any light breeze could topple everything; like your roots don’t go deep enough, can’t quite make it. Like arms reaching out from a thin trunk, mourning the loss of each leaf as it falls. Draco found it in the end, the balance—he thinks the tree will, too. That come next spring it will bloom, bigger and stronger than ever.

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“I got this for you. It’s that chocolate you like, nut-free, of course. I was just in the market and saw they—what? Shut up. I wasn’t thinking about you in particular. It’s just, I know it can be hard to find things when… I was being considerate. A good friend. You were the one who said we’re friends, so don’t…

“What now? No, say it. You always have that look on your face. That look, yes, as though you’re about to… eat me whole, or something. What? We’re friends, no? What—oh— 

“Wait, wait, let me. Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

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It’s only been three days, and already too much; although spending time with Mother was something he wished for dreadfully, now it was mostly just dreadful. Mother was fantastic, everything he’s missed. The weather was gorgeous, the lavender fields glimmered, the air smelled of summer—still he was miserable. Mother came to sit with him in the garden, dazzling in the evening sun.

“It’s that bad?” she asked, soft. The wail that’s been choking Draco all day burned when he nodded.  

“I just…”

“This arrived today,” she smiled, laying a postcard on the table. “I think he misses you too.”

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“Here, for you.”

Draco turned around, smiling already, and laid the cups on the table. “Breakfast before presents, darling. It’s the rule.”

“I know, just.” Harry looked up, bright eyes hazy behind the steam. He liked his tea hot; so hot Draco always worried he’d burn his tongue on it, but he never. “I found it behind the bins at Dean’s place. Wasn’t working at first, but…”

He opened his hand, revealing a tiny musical box. Inside it lay a tinier dragon, spinning to a familiar lullaby.

All this warmth… Draco sighed, closing his eyes. Nothing to do but melt.

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I’m knackered. My back’s killing me—I must’ve pulled something, maybe when we played ‘catch the dogfather’ and I had to, y’know, be the dog. Teddy finds it hilarious; I only half-morph, so it’s mostly long ears and a tail, and Ted chases me around the house till Draco comes back. 

I maybe make him laugh, but Draco’s the one he’ll calm down for; even now, pyjamas on and ready for bed. Finally. He’ll be out cold before the food arrives—but then, we’ll follow soon after. At least tomorrow he’s in nursery, so we’ll have time for… y’know. Woof.

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Draco must have missed his alarm—he leaped out of bed, nearly crashing into the low ceiling. He brushed his teeth to the sound of the leaking tap, put on three jumpers, and rushed downstairs; Harry’s shift starts earlier, so he’s already had his tea, fiddling with an unopened box of Belgian chocolates.  

“For you.”

He sighed. “You didn’t need to get these. They’re ridiculously expensive.”

“But they’re your favourites,” Harry frowned. “You should be able—I know this isn’t the Manor, but. We have enough.”

Draco didn’t know how to say it without dying of embarrassment. “Darling—we do.”

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We’re on our way to your cousin’s friend’s farm, somewhere remote enough to require a full bag of snacks. Everything’s so green; I think I forgot what it was, greenlike that. Bright. You hiss when I whisper how lovely the day is, because the weather can, and will, change in a minute—that’s not really what I meant, but I don’t correct you. When we spot a highland cow you actually pull over; I must have squealed you half-deaf, but instead of berating me, you smile. Then kiss me. I think I forgot what it was, happiness like that.

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TW for panic attack

Draco doesn’t like large crowds. Something about too many eyes, too many worlds contained in too many heads, about getting lost and never being found again, it makes him nauseous. Harry knows this; he barely leaves his side whenever they brave a crowded shopping centre, or when he tried taking him to the cinema that one dreadful time. He’s close now too, rolling next to Draco covered in Harpies green and yellow, but—

But still, too much, too loud, too big—

Harry’s wheelchair squeaks into a stop.

“Alright, love?”

Green eyes find grey, and he takes a deep breath. Unlost.

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May 4 Prompt - First Night

“You okay?” Sherlock asked drowsily. 

“Mm hmm,” she replied and snuggled in closer to him. She was surprised how comfortable this felt, how natural it was. “You?” she asked him.

“Very much so,” came his whispered answer. His hand came out from beneath the covers and came to rest gently on the back of her head. His bare legs shifted underneath to allow her to get closer. 

She smiled into his chest as warmth enveloped her.

~ from Stirring the Ashes

Thank you to @possibility221 for rec’ing my old fic for today’s prompt. I couldn’t come up with anything so I did a quick drawing.

May 2 Prompt

Unboxing and finding something from the past

This is a follow up to this story of mine from long ago - reading the story first might help. The First Time They Met - (link at bottom)

The red table was littered with papers and files in an order which, most of the time, only Sherlock could understand. 

Joan hesitated. She took a breath, “You have a moment?”

He glanced up from the table’s mess. There was an odd look on her face and she fidgeted with something behind her back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Remember last week when I picked up a couple of boxes from my mom’s? Stuff from my old room, books and things?” She paused.

“Mm hmm.” 

Joan squinted, “I was just going through one of the boxes and found something … something that triggered a memory. I … uhm …” She pulled out a chair, sat and leaned in. “Did you ever visit New York when you were little? Like around age seven or eight?”

He knitted his brow and stopped to think. It was a time in his childhood he chose to forget as much as possible. “That was around the time my mother ‘left’.” Sherlock made a point of using air quotes.  “Yes … actually, yes. Father brought me with him to New York in hopes of distracting me. It was like jangling keys in front of a crying baby … it had little effect.” He stared silently as old pain tried to make its way forward. “Why do you ask?”

“This is going to sound weird but I found this notebook and it reminded me of something long forgotten…meeting a small boy at the park one afternoon when I was around seven years old. He was investigating strange markings and I joined in,” she handed him the notebook. “We never exchanged names. He had an accent … British. And he had a magnifying glass…”

He flipped through the notebook’s pages. “And you had a copy of James and the Giant Peach,” he whispered.

They stared at each other in wide-eyed wonder until they could no longer keep in the beaming smiles and joy of meeting an old friend.

Collected Shorts - Chapter 6 - NairobiWonders - Elementary (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Domaystic2022 - Prompts
Fandom:  Elementary

He examined. Yes, it was Watson’s handwriting but the message was rather odd. He pulled the hot pink post-it note off his monitor and carried it down to the kitchen.

“I know our relationship has changed, but this struck me a bit out of character. It was left on my monitor…” He flapped the ‘Love you sweetie’ sticky note before her. 

Joan’s eyes widened. “Oh no! That is not for you.” 

Feeling slightly jealous, Sherlock waited, hoping for an explanation.

“Ugh, this means Arthur has a sticky note on his lunch that says, “Mutilated femur found at park.”

“Oh.”

Domaystic2022 - May 9 - Prompt: displaced/misplaced object - Elementary 

“Fuck!”  She clenched her fists and dropped her head in frustration. 

Sherlock’s eyes shot to his partner. House rules: no curse words uttered while Arthur was in the house. “Everything all right, Watson?”

“No. Everything is not alright.” She bit at her words. “It took me forever to remember what I was looking for and as soon as I walked into the room I forgot again!” She crossed her arms tight before her and stared off into the bookshelf as if hoping to find the answer there.  “You’re going to need a new partner. I won’t have a brain cell left by the time I’m through with chemo,” she muttered. 

“You’ve read the research. The majority of it points to ‘chemo brain’ being a temporary and reversible condition.” He closed his laptop and stood. “Your ability to focus and remember will improve as the drugs move out of your system. Believe me, I have experience with memory loss due to both ailment and drugs. It does get better. You need to have patience.”

“Sherlock Holmes lecturing me on patience and I thought the hair loss was going to be the worst of it,” she smirked and shook her head.

He came up beside her, lightly bumping her shoulder with his.”So what are we looking for?”