2012 Advent Calendar ~ December 1st ~ For heera_ookami
For Heera_Ookami
December 1st
Character(s)/Pairing: Marcus/Oliver
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Title: It's not what it looks like!
Prompt by miya_tenaka
Prompt : It’s not what it looks like !
This drabble is the sequel to THIS one-shot from last year.
I'm sorry for being late for my Advent Calendar.
As I already told you in my last entry I may not write everything and I really thought I wouldn't be able to write anything at all. But here I am, trying to share Christmas Spirit.
*HUGS*
It's not what it looks like!
I never thought a reputation could be broken so quickly. One day you were loved by the whole Wizarding World, the day after… you were still loved by everyone, more than that if it was even possible, though every girl now was cooing seeing you because they thought that you were the cuter gay ever! It was like you weren’t a man anymore and just don’t exist for them! All of that because of Flint and his twisted way to take his revenge on you.
Once again, I am drunk. It’s New Year’s Eve. I can be as drunk as I please!
I am with the team, Marcus is here. He is looking at me, pleased like the cat that caught the mouse and is cruelty playing with it. I want to smash that smile from his lips. When no one is looking I drag him outside the pub and angrily throw him in a door nearby. Snow slides from the roof and falls on us but I just don’t care.
- Stop doing that! I growl. I am not your boyfriend!
- Say the one who took me out underneath mistletoe, you smirk.
I look with horror above my head to see a bunch of mistletoes. That won’t do!
10, 9, 8… The countdown had begun inside the pub. I try to knock the mistletoe off. Instead of getting rid of it I fall on my knees hurting them badly. I curse. My night couldn’t be worst.
6, 5, 4…
- Don’t hurt yourself, babe, you know how big you can get me, you say to me, your hand firmly grasping the hair on the nape of my neck.
- Oh, my God! cries one of our team mates as I’m trying to brush your big and strong hand away. Get a room!
2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
- It’s not what it looks like!
My cry is lost amongst all the greetings. 2013 would be a shity year.
December 1st
Character(s)/Pairing: Marcus/Oliver
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Title: It's not what it looks like!
Prompt by miya_tenaka
Prompt : It’s not what it looks like !
This drabble is the sequel to THIS one-shot from last year.
I'm sorry for being late for my Advent Calendar.
As I already told you in my last entry I may not write everything and I really thought I wouldn't be able to write anything at all. But here I am, trying to share Christmas Spirit.
*HUGS*
It's not what it looks like!
I never thought a reputation could be broken so quickly. One day you were loved by the whole Wizarding World, the day after… you were still loved by everyone, more than that if it was even possible, though every girl now was cooing seeing you because they thought that you were the cuter gay ever! It was like you weren’t a man anymore and just don’t exist for them! All of that because of Flint and his twisted way to take his revenge on you.
Once again, I am drunk. It’s New Year’s Eve. I can be as drunk as I please!
I am with the team, Marcus is here. He is looking at me, pleased like the cat that caught the mouse and is cruelty playing with it. I want to smash that smile from his lips. When no one is looking I drag him outside the pub and angrily throw him in a door nearby. Snow slides from the roof and falls on us but I just don’t care.
- Stop doing that! I growl. I am not your boyfriend!
- Say the one who took me out underneath mistletoe, you smirk.
I look with horror above my head to see a bunch of mistletoes. That won’t do!
10, 9, 8… The countdown had begun inside the pub. I try to knock the mistletoe off. Instead of getting rid of it I fall on my knees hurting them badly. I curse. My night couldn’t be worst.
6, 5, 4…
- Don’t hurt yourself, babe, you know how big you can get me, you say to me, your hand firmly grasping the hair on the nape of my neck.
- Oh, my God! cries one of our team mates as I’m trying to brush your big and strong hand away. Get a room!
2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
- It’s not what it looks like!
My cry is lost amongst all the greetings. 2013 would be a shity year.