“It’s Getting Late…”  “Does It Matter?”

i love figures in folklore who are morally ambiguous like. their wikipedia page will say like 'they will help lost travellers find their way back to the path also they are sometimes known to drown people and eat their bones.' ok!!!

Praise

@drarrymicrofic​ prompt: Good   NSFW

It started as a joke. A throwaway comment and a patronising pat on the head. Only then Harry’s eyes had dilated and Draco knew he’d uncovered something special.

The next time he’s entirely serious when he says it, with Harry all spit-slick lips and cum drunk beneath him.

“Good boy.”

HANNIBAL + art

Hieronymus Bosch, Ascent of the Blessed (1505-15) | Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare (1781) | William Blake, Spectre over Los (Plate 6 of Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion) (1804-20) | Jacopo Vignali, Cyparissus (c. 1625)

The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.

“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.

“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”

“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”

“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”

“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck. 

“Sounds perfect.”

For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me. 

Hannibal 2.13 Mizumono | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

American Psycho (2000) Hannibal (2013-2015)

are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

Fuck canon

*opens ao3*