Oogie_Boogie_Bear
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I'm looking for art of my OC and his new BF (links at end of post) and in exchange i will write you a short fic (short meaning less then 5k)! I can do originals, as long as I have a little background info, and I can do fanfics, depending on the genre. Right now I'm mostly writing HP.
PETE and MARCK
Pete has red eyes, white hair, and is a few inches shorter then Mark. Currently he has a bruise on his upper left arm from his father.
Marck has blue-gray eyes, blonde hair, and blushes a lot.
SAMPLE
PETE and MARCK
Pete has red eyes, white hair, and is a few inches shorter then Mark. Currently he has a bruise on his upper left arm from his father.
Marck has blue-gray eyes, blonde hair, and blushes a lot.SAMPLE
"Oh, ew. Is it supposed to be all… white?" Severus Snape froze outside of his 16 year old son's room.
"Shut up and just do it, Harry."
Oh god.
"But Draco, what if it doesn't look like yours?"
Oh, oh sweet Merlin, no.
"It'll be fine, Harry. I promise."
His little boy was being defiled. By his two-years-older-then-him boyfriend. With his father right outside the door.
"I guess if it doesn't work we can just start over…"
Draco Malfoy, you are going to die tonight.
"Do you think Dad will be angry?"
Damn right, he will!
"It'll be fine. I forced you to do it anyways, so how can he blame you?'
…
...
SLAM!
"YOU. DID. WHAT?!"
Draco paled and ducked for cover behind a half-naked Harry. Harry froze, squeeze bottle poised over his damp hair.
"Um… Hi, Dad?"
Severus' eye twitched.
"What, exactly, is going on in here?"
Harry frowned, and shook the bottle.
"We're dying our hair for tomorrow's match. I know I should have asked but you were…"
Severus stopped listening.
No sex.
They weren't having sex.
Sex was not taking place.
Not even a heavy snog.
Okay.
Good.
"… So really, it's all Draco's fault, so you can be mad at him!"
Severus patted Harry's damp head with a violently shaking hand, and left the room. He leaned up against the wall, exhaling deeply.
"Thank Merlin."
…
"So, Dray… We've got fifteen minutes before I have to wash this goop out. Wanna do it?"
Damn.
"Shut up and just do it, Harry."
Oh god.
"But Draco, what if it doesn't look like yours?"
Oh, oh sweet Merlin, no.
"It'll be fine, Harry. I promise."
His little boy was being defiled. By his two-years-older-then-him boyfriend. With his father right outside the door.
"I guess if it doesn't work we can just start over…"
Draco Malfoy, you are going to die tonight.
"Do you think Dad will be angry?"
Damn right, he will!
"It'll be fine. I forced you to do it anyways, so how can he blame you?'
…
...
SLAM!
"YOU. DID. WHAT?!"
Draco paled and ducked for cover behind a half-naked Harry. Harry froze, squeeze bottle poised over his damp hair.
"Um… Hi, Dad?"
Severus' eye twitched.
"What, exactly, is going on in here?"
Harry frowned, and shook the bottle.
"We're dying our hair for tomorrow's match. I know I should have asked but you were…"
Severus stopped listening.
No sex.
They weren't having sex.
Sex was not taking place.
Not even a heavy snog.
Okay.
Good.
"… So really, it's all Draco's fault, so you can be mad at him!"
Severus patted Harry's damp head with a violently shaking hand, and left the room. He leaned up against the wall, exhaling deeply.
"Thank Merlin."
…
"So, Dray… We've got fifteen minutes before I have to wash this goop out. Wanna do it?"
Damn.
