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and rain will make the flowers grow

Yall. I am so so sorry for this. I am putting this fic under a cut for a reason. This is one of the sadder things I've written. CW: implied MCD/main character death, implied mutual pining, life-threatening injury. Based on "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables. (Btw, I recommend the original Broadway or London version, or better yet, the 10th-anniversary live soundtrack with Lea Salonga.) Enjoy? I guess? And again—I'm sorry.

"It's raining," Draco said. His voice was strained and thick.

Harry stopped what he was doing—only for a second—to look incredulously at Draco. "Is that really your main concern?" He tried not to look down at Draco's body growing heavier, at the way it shook against him. Harry shook himself into focus, gripping his wand and ignoring the pounding rain at his back as he cast spell after spell to Heal the boy in his arms.

The forest was quiet but for Harry's muttering and Draco's labored breathing, as if the air itself was recovering from the cacophony of spellfire and shouts during the skirmish with the Neo Death Eaters. One of the bastards had thrown a spell aimed at Harry and hit Draco, who had lept in front of him to take it. Harry dropped his guard for an instant, thinking only of catching Draco's collapsing body. The suspects had disapparated from the Scottish forest they'd been hiding in after escaping the Aurors for months.

Harry didn't know whether the drops on his face and glasses were sweat, tears, or rain, but he managed to keep his vision just clear enough to see whether his efforts were working. He ran through the spells in his mind, and tried calculating the number of Apparition jumps it would take to get back to St. Mungos; their portkey had been broken in the fight.

He was just about to try another spell—one he thought he remembered from one of the mandatory training videos they'd watched, when he felt a trembling, cool hand cover his own.

"Harry. 'S okay," Draco sucked in a breath. "The s-spell is—it's Dark. What we know can't...reverse it."

Harry gripped Draco tighter. "No—no Draco there has to be a way. Or I'll get you to Mungo's, I—"

"Harry."

His name sounded so lovely, so heart-achingly perfect from Draco, as if it'd been whispered across a pillow and not a waste of precious air. Harry's heart lurched at the sound. "You have to let me try," he said, his voice cracking.

He felt more than heard Draco swallow. "There's nothing...to do."

Harry closed his eyes. "I can't just give up—"

He felt Draco shake his head minutely. "Just—" Draco groaned a bit, eyebrows wrinkled in pain. "Just stay here with me. Be with me."

Harry didn't know how to respond, so he just fell silent. He did reach into his satchel and gave Draco one of their last pain potions, which Draco took with only minimal resistance.

"I used to imagine this," Draco said after a few minutes of silence, his voice much quieter now.

"What?" Harry whispered back.

"D-during the war. I thought I was...going to die. An' I wanted—" Draco let out a shaky breath—"to die in your arms."

Harry's entire body shook with the force of the sob that ripped itself from his throat. He squeezed Draco tighter against him. "Draco," he whispered. It was all he could say, all he could think.

"I love the rain," Draco said faintly, so much so Harry had to bend down to hear him. "Will you stay with me unt—" Draco broke off to gasp a breath—"until the sun comes out?"

"Yeah," Harry croaked. "I will."

Suspicion

So this one is from the prompt “A man walked into a bar” and the image below. It is the answer to a few prompts, and a story idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. You watch TV, and people can’t remember an event and people tell them the story, and they just accept it, but what if you can’t. What if it feels like there is more to the story than you are being told? There…

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The Last Petal

Hello and welcome to this weeks Friday Picture Prompt response. This one is a follow-up/ AU ending to a tale as old as time. What is a certain curse ended a different way. Follow our man or well, monster, as a rose goes up in smoke. He watched as the rose began to evaporate, his hope along with it.  He howled, as he thought of what it would be like to be stuck like this for all time, but it…

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Unspoken

Rhett would never get tired of this feeling. The feeling of his sweaty body pressed against Link’s. Both of them writhing under the sensations flooding their system. 

Link's ragged breath hot against his chest. His slender fingers curving around Rhett's neck just right as he pushes Rhett deeper into him. Dark hair wet with sweat, plastered across his forehead, highlighting those beautiful blue eyes that would always be home.

This was the only part that was good. After this was over, they would go back to pretending this doesn't happen. Rhett would go back to occasional touches and longing looks at Link across the room.  

That is what Rhett signed up for, after all. ‘Friends with benefits.’ What a lovely idea. 

He wasn't prepared to fall absolutely head over heels in love with his lifelong best friend. He wasn't prepared for the feeling that his heart was being ripped from his chest every time he walked out of the bathroom only to find Link redressed and buried in a textbook, unable to bring himself to look at Rhett.

He was never sure how Link could wipe the evidence away that fast. How he could compose himself that quickly after the undeniable passion they both experienced. 

But, he did. It would always just be sex for him. 

"Fuck, Rhett." Link grunted into Rhett's neck, jagged teeth grazing against sensitive skin. 

Rhett groaned, low and deep, his hands traveling down Link's body to grip his narrow hips, thrusting harder into him desperate to keep the boy beneath him talking.

"Yes, just like that, baby. Oh, god." Link moaned, his hands moving above his head to grip the bed frame, the tiny metal bed squeaking at the movement.

It wasn't unusual for Link to be loud, but the use of Rhett's name seldom happened. When it did - Rhett always hoped he could drag more from the boy. Even though he knew it would never happen, Rhett always dreamed it would be the words that were constantly on the tip of his own tongue - words that he wished he was brave enough to speak them into existence.

"I love you."

The words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Rhett was sure he was only hearing it inside his own head. It wasn't until Link's breath hitched and his blue eyes grew wide that Rhett realized his slip up.

Link opened his mouth but Rhett quickly latched his own over it, effectively shutting him up. Rhett swallowed down each of Link's moans as he fucked into him harder, faster, in an effort to cover up his mistake. The kiss was sloppy and rough, Rhett trying to combat the sickening feeling in his stomach.

He swallowed hard, pushing down the feeling and focusing on Link - how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted. Committing it all to memory just in case this never happened again - if Link decided he wanted nothing to do with Rhett after this. 

He felt the warmth spill onto his stomach, Link's head thudding against the mattress, gasping Rhett's name. Rhett buried his face in Link's neck, thrusting only a few more times before he emptied himself inside Link. His hips shuttering to a stop as they both caught their breath.

Their breathing slowed, strangely in sync.

"Uh, did..." Link began but Rhett quickly moved, lifting his body off Link, trying not to whine at the loss of contact.

Rhett gathered his shirt from off the floor where it had been tossed when Link came back from the library and sunk to his knees in front of Rhett. His only hope was to claim ignorance - he was just lost in it, he didn't know what he was saying.

"Rhett, did you - you said, 'I love you.'" Link's small voice finally broke the silence.

Rhett winced, “Yeah,” his back still turned to Link, swallowing hard. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he said over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

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Link still sat on the bed, only moving enough to clean himself off and slip into his boxers.

His heart was in his throat. He couldn't believe Rhett had actually said those words. It's like the taller boy could hear his thoughts at that moment. The words echoed off inside Link's head every time they had sex. 

He was sure Rhett didn't feel the same but since he'd said that... maybe it was finally time to declare his feelings for him. 

Rhett emerged from the bathroom, looking calm and put together like always. Link still sat on the bed in only his boxers, trying to wrap his mind about what he was about to confess.

"Rhett, maybe we should talk." Link said, running a nervous hand through his hair, still a mess from their earlier activities.

Rhett narrowed his eyes, "Is this cause I said ‘I love you’?" 

Link took a calming breath, ready to spill his guts, to lay everything out in front of Rhett and hope he felt the same way.

"I mean, it doesn't mean anything. That was like a middle-of-sex 'I love you' not an 'I love you I love you.'"     

Link's heart sank as he watched Rhett slip into a pair of sweatpants, trying to not be distracted by the miles of sweat stained skin that was on top of him a few moments ago. 

Of course it was a mistake. Rhett could never feel that way about Link. He was just something to fuck, a way to releave stress. Rhett always got off then got out. Why would he suddenly want more? 

But, despite his need to feel close to Rhett in this way, Link was sure he couldn't fake it any more. 

He couldn't take pretending this didn't happen, going back to grazes against his arm and knees touching under the table. He couldn't take biting his tongue when Rhett was inside him, words threatening to spill over like water over flood gates. 

He couldn't take the heartache anymore.

"I think we should maybe call this off - whatever this is." he couldn't bring himself to look at Rhett. 

"Wh - " Rhett shook his head, "It's not that big of a deal, Link." his voice cracking. 

Link let out a humorless chuckle, "Let's just do it now before it gets any harder, okay. Time to stop kidding ourselves." he mumbled, finally standing up and slipping into his jeans that were still crumpled on the floor. 

"Link, no. I didn't mean it, okay? I don't love you." 

Link held back his tears, refusing for Rhett to see how much this was hurting him. It wouldn't do either of them any good to keep this up. It was better this way.

Link slipped his shirt on, needing to get out of the apartment, get away from Rhett. He shrugged his jacket on, running fingers through his hair to look semi-presentable. "I know, Rhett. Still - it's better this way." 

"Where are you going? Please, Link. Don't - don't leave. I promise, I don't love you. I don't!" Rhett yelled at Link as he slipped on his shoes, hand already turning the knob. 

Why does he have to keep saying it? 

"It's okay. We knew it was a risk when we started. Sometimes you can't help but catch feelings." 

"Link, no - " he heard Rhett say as the door shut behind him, walking out into the unusually cold April air, trying to ignore the bite of the cool wind on the tears falling down his face.

ABRA MACABRA - Acid Bath

First illustration of a collection of "unhappy endings"

ABRA MACABRA - Baño de ácido

Primer ilustración de una colección de finales no felices