The Flyboys And Their Pets

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Hangster but put them on The Bachelor

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May you rest easy, thank you for all of your hard work, fly high💐🕊️

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 80

Goose: *Holding a hairbrush like a microphone* And here you can see the endangered Pete Maverick Mitchell in his natural habitat

Maverick: *Falls down the stairs, spilling cereal everywhere*

Slider: Natural selection is coming for this specimen

Iceman and Maverick on one of their "friendship-affirming" vacations. Because you can't keep up the will-they-won't-they energy with your best friend for 30+ years without popping the what-are-we's once every few years.

Left pic was taken by Mav when they were lounging at a resort bar. It was one of those rare moments where Ice could simply enjoy the entertainment and their conversation. They barely drank, but Ice's body easily sank to the pillows on the sofa. All about Ice, down to his fingertips, right now seemed relaxed. Open. Inviting. Maverick could feel himself getting drawn in. Couldn't help watching Ice's lips as he took each drag of that cigarette. Maverick felt a tingle in his chest as he took in the sight; even The Iceman looked warm in the soft yellow light. Ice never looked more breathtaking like this.

They stumbled into bed together, later that night, still wrapped up in conversation. Sincere admissions were exchanged, also hopes and anxieties. If there is one thing that's certain in this world, let it be that they always have each other. They slept tangled in each other's limbs till late morning.

Maverick woke up feeling energized. He greeted Ice good morning with a few smacks on his butt and a dare to race to the beach. Then bolted right out of bed, cackling like a maniac.

Ice ran after Maverick, grumbling, but not before grabbing their camera. When he caught up with Maverick, the man was already waist-deep in sea water. Wet, translucent fabric was clinging to his muscular torso, which should convey an image of a hardened, trained body. But to Ice's awe, Maverick's skin looked soft and radiant in the morning sun. Mav yelled at him to join him, but Ice stood still, opting to admire the beautiful man from afar. Later, as Maverick plopped down on the sand next to him, Ice pretended to be more interested in the horizon in front of him. Not for long, though. He just needed a minute. To prepare himself mentally. Ice stole a glance sideways. Sweet sweet Maverick was looking up at him with a smile. Ice pressed the shutter, and his stomach did a flip. Maverick never looked more stunning like this.

The first time Mav invites himself over to Ice and Slider's place, he finds Slider sitting on the couch, with a giant golden retriever's head in his lap.

"Hey, uh. Slider." Maverick croaks awkwardly, all the confidence he gathered to barge in leaving him when the dog perks up and looks at him. "Didn't know you had a dog."

"Maverick!" Slider actually flinches, surprised, and Mav winces. "I, uhm- it's not my dog?"

"Did you steal it?"

"What? No! I'm... watching him for my sister."

The dog huffs and drops his head back on Slider's thigh.

"What- what are you doing here, did you need anything?"

"No, I..." Mav hesitates. "I was just... bored? But I can go-"

"Don't be stupid." Slider shifts up a little, careful not to disturb the dog as he gestures to the tv screen. "This one's not much of a watch buddy, and I need someone who's not trapped here to get the beers from the fridge."

Mav obediently gets the beers while Slider somehow convinces the dog to make space for him on the couch.

"So what's his name?" Mav asks when he fits himself between Slider and the armrest, the dog watching him lazily with half open eyes.

"Uhm.... Snowman."

The dog huffs again, but he looks at least a little interested when Mav reaches out with his palm up, lifting his head to sniff at him. He lies back down again after barely a few seconds, and Mav takes that as his permission to pet him.

"You're such a cute boy, aren't you?" His voice slips into that cutesy tone that people talk to babies with, but he can't help it. Snowman's fur is so damn fluffy. "You're so fluffy, Snowy, such a cute puppy, yes, you are."

Newly dubbed Snowy huffs, and Slider chuckles. "Yeah, he's not really that kind of a dog."

"Not a cuddler?"

"Only on his own terms." As if to demonstrate, Slider scratches behind his ear and Snowman leans into it happily. "He's more like a cat, really."

"Sounds like another winter themed guy we know. Where is he, by the way?"

Slider barks out a sharp laugh and Snowman grumbles. "Ice is.... taking a break. Don't worry about him, Mav."

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sunday dinners at the burrow

Blaise: People have been talking about some special calendar all morning. You guys got any clues what it is?

Pansy: Yeah the new Auror calendar is out

Theo: The one where all the Aurors pose in sexy Auror robes?

Pansy: That’s the one, and this year is specifically hot because it’s rumoured that Harry Potter is wet and shirtless in June, but the problem is all they are gone

Blaise: All gone?

Pansy: Yeah, somebody must have bought all the copies and kept them all to himself just to gawk at Potter all day

Theo: Draco, what the hell? Give us some! I want to see Neville shirtless!

Blaise: And Ron Weasley too

Draco: What? Why did you think it was me who bought all of it?

Pansy: Because you’re obsessed with Potter. And also that suspicious box labeled “calendar” sitting next to you

Draco: …

Top Gun - Incorrect Quotes 95

Goose: So when you two fight, he makes you sleep on the couch?

Maverick: No, it's even worse

Maverick: He sleeps on the couch. So on top of being alone, I'm left feeling guilty that he has to sleep on the couch because of me and I'm up all night thinking about my actions

Wolfman: Oh shit, I have to make sure Wood never learns this

*Meanwhile*

Iceman: I slept like a baby

Slider: *Nodding* I see

Hollywood: Taking notes