Rosalee looked away to hide her grin as Monroe leaned towards Nick, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the Grimm. She always liked getting the pair in, even if it wasn't always under the best of circumstances, it was just so much fun to watch them interact. Monroe may not have realized what he was doing and Nick was utterly clueless about it, but Rosalee saw it. The Blutbad always crowded Nick, taking in his scent and subtly spreading his own onto the smaller male. The amount of unnecessary touching seemed to go up every time she saw them as well, hands brushing arms and shoulders bumping innocently together. Monroe would expose his neck and
Title: In The Daisies
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Warnings: mpreg
Word Count: 1,059
Prompt:Harry refuses to quit field work. Hermione tells a nervous Draco "You know in other countries mothers do manual labour through the entire pregnancy, some of them give birth in the fields." (totally stole this concept from a Bones preview ;D)
There will be NO birthing in any fields Granger!
Summary: Harry didn't see what the big deal was, but Draco was adamant that Harry stay safely ensconced in the manor or his office. Then again, when has Harry ever listened to his husband?
Notes: I saw this prompt and my muse made grabby hands,
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Harry woke to the sound of retching for the fourth morning in a row. Rolling out of bed, the brunet made his way into the bathroom. Kneeling beside his husband, Harry tried to wrap his arms around Draco's shoulders only to be elbowed in the stomach.
"You did this to me," Draco croaked as he let his head rest against the cool porcelain surface.
"Draco," Harry murmured, "I think it's time to go in to see a Healer. I'll make an appointment with Mediwizard Jones."
"I don't want to see Jones," the blond sneered, eyeing his husband out of the corner of his eye.
Frowning slightly, Harry ran a hand through Draco's limp locks. Sigh
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Harry scowled heavily at the pure white potion sitting innocently in a glass flask on the bathroom sink. It was supposed to be purple; he wanted it to be purple. For nearly four months he'd been waiting for it to change color and finally let him know that his child was on the way. Sighing, Harry upended the potion into the sink, watching the pearly liquid vanish down the drain. With one last glance at himself in the mirror the brunet left the bathroom.
"Harry?" a soft voice questioned as he entered his bedroom. Looking over at the blond hovering by the bed, Harry shook his head as his lips pulled into a tight smile. Sighi