Sh4rming - Sh4rming

The Wizengamot is out for blood—never mind the fact they'd all pretty much lain down and let Voldemort take over the Ministry only months before. There are rumours gathering speed, snowballing, with speculation splashed across every front page: the youngest Death Eater and heir to one of Britain's oldest wizarding families, Draco Malfoy, is facing life in Azkaban.

Harry gatecrashes the trial.

"This isn't the future we fought for," he yells in their old, papery faces. He points a furious hand at the lone, pale figure, shaking in the stands. "This isn't the future I fucking died for!"

And surely, he thinks, surely that should be enough.

But the court is adjourned. Harry almost refuses to leave, but then Malfoy is taken away, his eyes—wild, sunken, panicked—meeting Harry's across the room one last time before he's forced out of sight. Harry is politely warned by the on-duty aurors not to disrupt court proceedings again.

Well, fuck them, he thinks angrily. That's one letter of offer he'll be tearing to shreds.

Next he goes to the Prophet. The young clerk takes one open-mouthed look at Harry and immediately sends him up to the editor-in-chief.

The following morning, a new headline blazes down Diagon Alley: CHOSEN ONE CALLS FOR CLEMENCY.

Two long weeks of sleepless nights later, the verdict is announced. When the courtroom doors open, Harry is waiting. Malfoy stares at him.

"I hear you're looking for a place to stay."

His assets are seized, his parents are exiled, but Draco Malfoy is a free man.

He wets his lips. "Looks like it."

"Here," Harry says, tossing him the invisibility cloak; the press are absolutely rabid outside. Malfoy catches it. "I've got a spare room."

Future 🏛️ Day 15 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s prompts. Full collection on ao3.

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 96

Maverick: What's Kazansky's damn problem? I am not reckless or dangerous! You don't understand Goose, but he has a fucking stick in his ass, with that fucking pretty blue eyes and -

Goose: He'll stop in a few days Mav

Goose: *Thoughts* Or this end soon or this is end with me

*20 years later*

Bradley: *Calling his parents - Location: USNA* Dad, you don't understand, he's a plebe, that stupid Seresin, ughh he's so annoying! He has a fucking stick in his ass, with his fucking annoying but cute green eyes he beli-

Goose: *Sobbing into Carole's shoulder* NOT THIS AGAIN

Harry Potter's boyfriend⭐

A Time-Travel idea I can't get out of my head

Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.

“Unc’a Mav!”

Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.

Bradley.

Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.

“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.

Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.

This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.

Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.

This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.

“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.

Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 135

Iceman: Bradley, did you eat all the donuts?

Bradley: No

Maverick: Baby Goose why are you lying to us? We can see the powder on your pants

Bradley: *Panicking* That's cocaine

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 321

Hangman: *Staring at Goose*

Rooster: Why are you staring at my dad?

Hangman: It's just nice to know that you'll age like fine wine

Rooster:

Flyboys: *Laughing*

Goose: *Winks at Jake*

Rooster: DAD NO-

FAVORITE MARVEL CHARACTERS: ⟶ Tony Stark

Painted over a sketch ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

Broooo

oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Iron Man 2 (2010) Dir. Jon Favreau