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tortoisebore · 1 year

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OKAY SO FOR MY RAMBLE REQUEST i wanna know the losers’ love language

YES YES YES

this one got SO long & sappy im so so sorry gfjgnfjkgnjfkn

first i think growing up in a situation of neglect and abuse would have made it difficult for sirius to understand what it meant to intentionally give and receive love, and he'd genuinely have no idea what to do with overly affectionate people (like james!!!) for a long time. but once he got out of that home situation and had some time to process and start heal from it, i think he'd be extremely affectionate with the people he loves.

physical touch would be the biggest one--once he was able to understand that touch could be something gentle and precious, it became the easiest way to show people that he loved them. he was hesitant with it for a while because he was afraid that other people might be uncomfortable with it like he had been, but that turned into him having a super sharp eye when it came to understanding peoples' comfort levels with different kinds of affection without them needing to say it.

so by the time he & remus get together he understands himself a lot better in that regard. if you would have asked before, he would have said his only real love language was physical touch because it was his first instinct & what he had experience with, but he didn't really need things like gifts or acts of service to feel loved. like, he got quite enough of that growing up between all the extravagant birthday gifts he never wanted and the home staff waiting on him hand and foot his whole childhood & thinks he could probably go his entire life without experiencing either of those things ever again.

but then he starts seeing remus and everything turns upside down. on their third date remus brings him a tiny green glass bird trinket that he'd found at the thrift store they stopped by during their second date. sirius hadn't bought it then, but remus went back and got it the next day just because he said he'd liked it. so sirius gets home from their third date and puts it on his windowsill and stares at it for like.....fifteen entire minutes and decides it's his most cherished possession and if he could save one single thing from his entire room in a fire, it would be the bird. and then he gives remus a key to his apartment the week after that in retaliation because fuck it he's literally in love with that stupid sweet idiot & it was either that or ask him to fucking move in on their fourth date

and then it's their six month anniversary and remus is coming over for dinner and sirius is gonna whip up a nice little fancy pasta situation, but he gets held up because some moron decided to knock over an entire shelf of CDs on the back wall of the music store where he's been working the last couple of months. so he calls remus on the verge of tears & tells him he's going to be really late and maybe they should reschedule and he's so so so sorry, and remus is nice about it because he's always nice but sirius feels like absolute shit because he'd made all these plans and now he has to spend two fucking hours putting the shelf back together and reorganizing the CDs.

so he trudges home in a mood and he's so so sad and it's been the literal worst day ever, but then he gets home and remus is already there. he's lit candles and cleaned the kitchen and set the table, and he's done a really good job at attempting the fancy pasta situation sirius had planned even though he's a shit cook, and sirius' favorite cheap wine from the grocery store is on the counter next to a pretty little bouquet of flowers. and remus goes 'happy six month anniversary!!' and he's so fucking sweet that sirius just....,,.bursts into tears in the doorway. and remus is like "uhh!!! 😧 i'm sorry!! hey wait hold on I'm sorry!! are you okay!!" and sirius literally wants to tackle him to the ground because !!!! no one has ever worked this hard to make him happy !!!! no one has gone out of their way like this just because they loved him !!!! and that's a really fucking emotional discovery to make when he's just spent two hours alphabetizing five hundred CDs.

physical touch is still his number one love language because it's comforting and calming and he likes feeling desired, but the times that remus picks up his favorite chocolate on the way home just because he wanted to or does all the laundry on the weekends sirius has a hard time at work are just as meaningful as the times that remus hugs him from behind while he makes their coffee in the morning or walks with a hand in his back pocket when they're out together. he's not picky about the way that remus loves him, but sirius knows he tries really hard to do it in the most meaningful ways and that alone is enough to make him feel more secure and more cherished than he's ever felt with anyone else.

now switching gears, remus is an introvert. like, imagine the biggest introvert you've ever met and then multiply that by a hundred. he has an ongoing problem with tuning out in the middle of conversations because his social filter hit E out of nowhere, or staying holed up at home for three days trying to get energy back after a night out. his time and energy are rare and fleeting gifts, so quality time has always been the biggest way he shows people he loves them. but he's never desired someone else's time until sirius.

sirius is energetic and bright and and magnetic and he doesn't even have to do anything special to have entire rooms of people gravitating towards him. he could do anything he wanted, talk with anyone he wanted, be anywhere he wanted, but the fact that he chooses to give his time and attention to remus means more than any words or gifts or acts of service ever could.

he's really fucking surprised that sirius even agrees to go out with him in the first place, and even more surprised that he's completely present and engrossed in every moment when they are out together. he doesn't get distracted with his phone, doesn't stop and make conversation with every person that waves at him when they're at his regular coffee shop, doesn't try to fill every silence with thoughts or words that don't matter. he's entirely content to just be together, which is more than remus could have ever hoped to find in another person.

so one evening in the summer they're at remus' place watching reruns of a show they'd already finished, and remus is thinking he's never been happier in his life than he is in that moment--just sitting together quietly, sirius tucked into his side with his head on his shoulder, tracing little patterns onto his palm and giving a little laugh at the tv every once in a while. and then sirius' phone rings on the other side of the couch and he answers it on speakerphone, and it's marlene saying she got him a last minute ticket to that concert in the park downtown they'd been trying to get into for weeks. sirius perks up and remus deflates--of course sirius is going to go, and he absolutely should, he's been talking about this concert all summer, remus is just sad he'll have to leave--but then sirius goes 'ugh i'm sorry, i had something come up and i can't go tonight, you should take dorcas!!!' and he hangs up and just settles back in and remus is like '....hello?? why aren't you going??' and sirius just shrugs and squeezes him a little tighter and goes 'i'd rather be here with you' and remus loves him so so so bad he thinks he might explode with it

and sirius is also really, really good at knowing when remus needs A Moment. he's always been able to read remus like a book, even back when things were new, like he has some kind of sixth sense that lets him know when remus is Done and needs to go home and recharge. recharging also sometimes means being alone, and after a very brief period of misunderstanding in their early days, sirius gets it, and he understands like no one else ever has and gives remus that precious space when he needs it. remus knows that's difficult for him some days, so he works really, really hard to pay attention and make sure he's doing everything he can to let sirius know how much he loves him, even when he needs to be alone sometimes. if that means leaving work early to meet him for the walk home or getting up at the crack of dawn on mondays to grab coffees before sirius wakes up then so fucking be it, he'll go out of his way every single day for the rest of his life if it means sirius feels even half of remus' love for him

he also never would have thought physical touch would become so important to him until sirius. remus wasn't ever one to reach out first, and sirius had always been touchy--casual their first few dates and then leaning further into it; holding remus' hand as they walked from his work to the coffee place down the street, playing with his hair absently while they watched a movie or before falling asleep, trailing an delicate hand up his shirt in public and blinking at him innocently when remus sent him a warning look, giving a sweet little 'i have no idea what you're talking about' while dragging his nails down remus' spine, all evil and smug about it, pushing his buttons expertly until remus pulls him from the room & tugs him in the direction of home. but remus loves those moments now, cherishes them just like he cherishes everything else, and feels more wanted than he ever has before

sirius taught him a lot about how to love other people, how to study and learn them well enough to understand what they need, and ask for help when he got it wrong. he learned a lot about self-worth, about feeling deserving of the abundance of love that had suddenly crash-landed into his life, how to sit with it and accept it and give it in return, just because he wants to

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #fuck this is so fucking long #I am so sorry #oh my god #it really got away from me #im sor ry fgfjkgfjkgf #this is literally all projecting #like i have a tiny BLUE glass bird trinket

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hello-everyfandom · 3 years

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Fighting With Sirius Black Would Consist of...

Fighting with Sirius Black Would Consist Of...

Sirius Black is quite dramatic. Most people, even people who do not know him, know if this.

It was not rare to see Sirius Black bickering with his friends, making snarky and snippy comments.

He hated it, but he truly was a hot head.

Sirius Black, in most cases, brought up most of the fights between you two.

There are three different types of ‘fights’ with Sirius Black.

Jealousy

Though Sirius seemed rather self-assured, he, deep down, was actually quite sensitive and insecure.

So seeing you interact with other ‘blokes’ as he put it, it caused some type of jealousy, an envy within him.

“So, got yourself a crush on Mr. Wether, then?”

Sirius always ensured to get every boys’ name that you spoke to wrong.

“You know full well his last name is Winter, Sirius.”

At first, you saw Sirius’ jealousy as something kind of cute. You were glad that Sirius cared so much that he was jealous, but as you continued dating it somehow became tiring.

Usually, his jealous spits would last an hour, maybe even a minute, but when he was extremely jealous, well, it could last weeks.

This became a problem when you were partnered up with Remus in your Advanced Potions class.

Being partners meant studying together, spending hours together perfecting potions, and eventually becoming friends.

Sirius Black loved Remus, he loved him so much, but he couldn’t help himself.

After having to cancel on Sirius on your little date, Sirius was rather cross, though he wished he wasn’t.

As you entered the common room, smiling and chuckling with Remus by your side, you gulped when you saw Sirius sitting, arms crossed with a sour look on his face.

“You’re back late,” He commented.

Sirius had a horrible habit of biting the inside of his cheek when angry.

“I think I’ll go tuck in for bed then.” Remus scratched his neck awkwardly.

Sitting down next to him, you gently placed a hand on his arm which he harshly snatched away.

“Sirius, please,” you’d sigh, “I’m too tired for this.”

This is when Sirius’ dramatics came out, before he could even control himself he’d blurt out “So you want to break up?”

You sat there, staring with mouth wide.

Sirius had realized what he said a little too late.

“Really, Sirius?”

Knowing he was wrong was one thing, but admitting it? That was even worse for him.

“Uhh, yeah! You just want all your free time to go off and snog my best mate.”

Standing up to dust off your trousers, you’d shake your head and reach out a hand, “I’m going to bed, either come or stay down here and be angry.”

Some days he’d sheepishly take your hand, somedays he’d turn away and you’d shrug and begin to walk upstairs.

In the middle of the night, Sirius did always manage to sneak into bed with you.

Frustrated

As higher-level students, it was sometimes hard to find time together.

You two naturally depended on each other, so when you were apart for too long, you’d get cranky.

These fights were, most of the time, tired bickering.

“You’re stealing the duvet all night, don’t you know it’s bloody January?”

“You’re one to talk, you snore so loud I’m surprised that McGonagall doesn’t take away house points for you being such a nuisance.”

It was quite often that either of you would hit “potshots,” but they were never insulting nor harsh.

“You love that bloody book more than me.”

“Well, unlike you, I’ll actually get to finish with this book.”

Blood Boiling Anger

Your worst fight lasted two weeks.

Actually, neither of you can even remember what the fight was about.

But everyone around you, the boys, Lily, and Marlene all could.

You had brought up how Sirius was shamelessly flirting with someone and Sirius had called you a bore.

It was an immature fight, but it was enough for you to have screaming matches with each other.

When Sirius was angry, he had tunnel vision. He couldn’t hear or think or anything.

A vein popped out on his neck when he yelled. He once saw it in his reflection and nearly cowered because he recognized the same vein. It was the same one that throbbed when his own Father was angry.

You had a horrible habit of running away from confrontation.

“So now you’re just going to ignore me?”

“Maybe if I try hard enough, you’ll go away. You’re giving me head pain.”

It was nights of gritting teeth and angry rants to your friends who had to sit there helplessly.

By the last night. You hadn’t slept together in weeks and the sleepless nights were getting to you.

“I can’t take this god damn fucking fighting.”

“As if you’re some perfect princess, darling.” Sirius spit out the words.

“You. You! Are so fucking exhausting! As if you were made to do nothing but fight and bicker! Maybe we just need to...” You whipped around to look at Sirius whose faced looked as if it were slapped.

Sirius thought of your words.

He thought of how you thought he was ‘made’ for fighting.

He thought back to all the spiteful words he said, the jabs and digs.

And to his horror, he felt like his mother.

It was silent.

Silent until you heard a broken

“Are you leaving me?”

It left you speechless. You weren’t sure what to say.

“What?”

“Then go on, leave.”

You rushed forwards to hold Sirius’ face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“No, no. No. Sirius, I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.”

Fighting with Sirius was never fun, no it wasn’t, but it was worth it. Every insecure complaint, every tired fight, every blood-boiling argument. It was worth it.

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enbysiriusblack · 3 years

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I keep posting non marauder content and I apologise (no i dont, you just have to deal with it)

BUT HERE GO, THE CONTENT YOU ACTUALLY WANT FROM ME (probably)

A lil Jily story of angst and fluff kind of:

(its not lil,, its pretty darn long)

tw. brief physical violence and stalking

Lily hated the summer holidays. Her sister always complaining about her return, her parents struggle with keeping Petunia calm while still spending time with Lily, and Severus' change of character once they were back in the muggle town.

But this summer, she had more to worry about. Severus still hadn't left her alone after their fall out. He had started waiting for her in the library, following her in between classes, and and watching her hanging out with her friends at Hogsmeade.

And now without her friends and the separate common rooms in the way, it would be even harder to avoid him and she was worried for her own safety.

So as she stepped off the train, said goodbye to her friends and walked towards her family. She was miserable.

And as the days of summer ticked by, Lily had locked herself in her bedroom. Not wanting to go downstairs in order to avoid the endless arguments and shouting of Petunia, and not wanting to go outside to avoid Severus stalking her and pleading with her to forgive him.

But after a few weeks, her parents urged her to get some sunlight and got her to go to the shop round the corner to grab a few things.

Carrying 2 bags, filled with milk, bread, toilet roll, laundry detergent, the daily newspaper, and a litre bottle of fanta; Lily left the shop. Only to spot Severus a few feet away, and hurriedly following her.

She started walking faster towards her house, but only a few metres a way from home, a hand sharply attached itself to her shoulder.

"Lily!! I'm trying to talk to you!!" He yelled.

Lily shook her shoulder, flinging his hand off it and back to his person.

"I've told you a million times!! Leave me alone!!" She yelled back.

"But I'm in love with you" he said, stepping forwards and about to touch her cheek.

She took a step back and scoffed, "you can't love someone while hating who they are"

"It's not your fault who you're born as, it doesn't matter to me. It's like a curse being put on you, but you can still overcome it. The dark Lord himself is a half blood like me! But we know we're better than that, we just have to overcome that set back." He replied, stepping closer and closer to Lily.

A loud crack sounded and blood ran down Snape's nose. He lifted a hand to his face and felt the blood pouring out. Her grocery bags fell to the floor.

"Being muggleborn is not a setback to overcome. Don't ever come near me again" she replied, before picking up her bags and heading back to her house without looking back once more.

The next morning, she looked out her window to see Snape standing outside, holding a bouquet of lilies.

She shut her blinds and hid in her room. As the days ticked by, she never left the house and Snape stood there hour after hour, bringing different assortments of gifts to compensate his inability to actually care about her.

She decided she had to leave for the rest of the holiday. But Mary was visiting family outside the country, Marlene and Dorcas were in Italy together to celebrate their anniversary. Then she remembered Remus was at home.

She owled Remus straight away and got a reply from him fairly quickly, accepting her request of staying at his till the holidays had ended.

So the next morning she packed her things, said goodbye to her mum, and drove with her dad to the train station around 7 am, before Snape arrived at the house.

It was a long, confusing train journey to Wales. But once she got there after hours on different trains, she spotted Remus and his mum sitting outside one of the station cafes.

Remus looked up as she walked towards them, and he moved over a piece of chocolate cake and his cup of tea to make more room for her on the small metal table.

Lily grabbed a seat from an empty table nearby and sat it down. Hope passed a menu over to Lily and she ordered a cup of tea and a a hot sausage roll. The three of them ate and drank before getting to Hope's yellow volkswagen van to get back to the Lupin cottage.

Once they got to the cottage, Hope showed Lily around the house and brought her stuff to Remus' bedroom.

"We don't have any spare rooms I'm afraid so I hope you don't mind sharing with Remus?" Hope asked her.

"No it's fine thank you" she replied.

"Alright, oh also I need to get some more herbs and plants for my stocks so I was going to go foraging tomorrow, would you two like to join me?"

Remus looked towards Lily to see her thoughts, she nodded at him in acceptance.

"Yeah we would" Remus said.

Hope lifted her hand to affectionately stroke Remus' curls before leaving the room.

The next day the Lupin's and Lily set out to the forest, Lyall deciding to join them as it was his day off work. All four were carrying small handmade baskets, Lyalls was full of picnic food for lunchtime, while the other's were empty for foraging.

Remus and Lily went ahead in a different direction, agreeing to meet up at the usual spot at lunch time.

As Remus and Lily went through the woods, Remus sometimes picking up certain plants and flowers and putting them in his basket, while Lily (not knowing much about foraging or what Hope needed) only picked flowers she liked and had decided to make a nice bouquet for Hope with them.

The two chatted as they walked, talking about what topics they're studying in their classes next year, about Snape, about their what they had been up to for the last few weeks.

Once they got back to the house, Remus started writing a letter to James and Sirius, who had run away to James' a few weeks ago. While Lily and Hope were downstairs talking, after Lily had given her the bouquet.

Around an hour later, all four were sitting on the lounge for dinner, the bouquet was placed on the middle of the wooden table as a centre piece inside a tall mug with a picture of Phil Bennett on.

After dinner, Lily and Remus went out. There wasn't much to do in the small village in the evening so they ended up in the middle of someone's field. The two sat on the hill for a few hours, stargazing and mindlessly talking about whatever came to mind.

The days went by, with Lily staying at Remus' place. The duo found themselves spending most of their time in a small bookshop cafe and walking through the woods, Remus smoking his weed and Lily sometimes Lily would take a hit but she wasn't as fond of it as Remus was.

With only a week and a half till school started again, Remus and Lily planned to go to hogsmeade together tomorrow.

But midday, two figures appeared walking towards the Lupin cottage just as Remus and Lily got back from their walk in the woods.

As the got closer to the two, they saw it was James and Sirius.

Remus dropped his joint to the floor and ran to the two standing by the door to his home.

He wrapped his arms around Sirius, but felt them freeze up at the touch. So Remus moved to stop the hug, but at that withdrawal, Sirius wrapped his own arms around Remus tightly with no sign of letting go.

The two stood there for a few minutes, wrapped in an embrace while Lily and James stood awkwardly nearby them.

"... hi" James said, waving at Lily, but since they were near each other, Lily had to move backwards to avoid getting hit by his hand.

James quickly withdrew his hand, and stepped back. He looked down at his hand for a few seconds, before bringing it up again and saluting Lily.

As he was half way through saluting her, he realised what he was doing and quickly brought it straight down to his side, and froze at Lily with unblinking eyes like a deer stuck in headlights.

She started laughing, affectively ending the hug between Remus and Sirius, who turned to look between Lily and James.

At that moment, Hope came inside, calling Lily for something and waved in greeting to James and Sirius.

After Lily had walked into the house, James grinned widely.

"She laughed at me!! She thinks I'm funny!"

"She was laughing AT you, cause she thinks you're a wanker" Remus corrected.

Sirius grinned slightly at the retort and grabbed Remus' hand.

Remus looked to Sirius and James realised Sirius would talk to Remus and Remus could help Sirius, even just slightly.

"I'll go see if Hope needs some more help" James said before turning to the cottage and giving Remus and Sirius some time alone.

Inside the cottage, James and Lily were setting up cutlery around the table and helping Hope with the dinner.

James noticed the flowers in the mug, "wow, these look really nice Hope, my mum keeps trying to make some nice flower arrangements for around the house but she's not very good at it. I made this red and gold one, go gryffindor!! for her birthday a few weeks ago but it was no where near as good as this one!!"

Hope came out of the kitchen carrying a saucepan of curry.

"Oh no honey, I didn't make that, that was all thanks to Lily" she said coming round the table and softly touching Lily's arm in gratitude.

"Oh" James said, freezing again as he stared back at Lily. "Its.. um.. its really good.. I like the uhh,, its good."

Lily raised an eyebrow at him, "thank you?"

James nodded, and tapped the table, trying to think of something else to say.

His eyes glanced over the the window, spotting Remus and Sirius sitting on the edge of the woods on a small bench, still talking and holding each others hand.

"I should probably go get them for dinner" he said, about to get out of his seat.

Hope waved her hand absentmindedly, "oh leave them its fine, the lovebirds can eat later"

A few minutes later, Lyall came back from work and sat at the table with them.

The four ate in fairly comfortable silence, sometimes having small conversations.

The next day they went to Hogsmeade.

Sirius waringly looking out for any of their family members as they walked around doing their shopping. Remus stood by xyr side the whole time, with James and Lily awkwardly leading the group together.

Peter found them a few hours later, he was shopping with zir mum but stayed with his friends for a while.

In Flourish and Blotts, Sirius and Remus seemed to have disappeared together in a fiction section, bonding over their mutual love of books packed with monsters and adventures and swordsmen.

Lily gazed at books on the shelf closest to her, sometimes bringing one up to her eye line and reading the blurb before putting it back on the shelf again.

James stood there with Peter, who he was very glad of, Peter acting as a distraction of the awkward silence between Lily and James.

So as Peter rambled about how he's so glad ze doesn't have to do potions anymore, James took his mind of trying to impress Lily and put his focus on listening to Peter.

However in the next moment, Peter made a very tactical decision of engaging Lily into the conversation.

"So Lily, I'm guessing you're still taking Potions this year?" Peter asked.

Lily turned around, one hand still lightly touching one of the books on the shelf.

"Yeah, but it sucks that none of my friends are taking it. I tried to get Remus to change his mind and take it for weeks.. and then he blew up half the kitchen trying to make pasta sauce and realised my efforts were futile."

James laughed, "thats Remus, alright"

Lily looked over at him, contemplating. Before nodding her head and smiling slightly as she turned back to the bookshelf.

After around five minutes, Peter chiped up.

"Oh!! James is taking Potions still aren't you? You said you're dad really wanted you to get a Potion Newt. You two can hang out in class"

James sent Peter a 'what the hell' glare before Lily nodded again and clearly said the words,

"I guess we could, its better than the chance of getting stuck with Sev- Snape for the rest of the year... are you any good?"

James froze, "um.. yeah, yeah.. well no, not really to be honest"

Lily smiled again, "thats fine, I'm hood enough for the both of us"

She took a book off the shelf and kept it in her arms for the first time. And then walked back to James and Peter.

"If I'm helping you in Potions though, you've gotta help me with transfiguration."

She lifted up the book in her arms to show the cover, the transfiguration book they needed this year.

"I skimmed this a little, and it barely made any sense at all."

James lifted a hand to his hair, ruffling it up on a nervous habit.

"Minnie gave me a group of younger years to tutor last year, maybe you could come to those? .. not that I think you're as dumb as first and second years, far from it, you're one of the smartest people I know. But I just mean that a lot of our topics this year our ones that we did in first and second year but with more context and more advanced. So I thought that if you revised the basics then the more advanced parts would make more sense to you.. if you wanted?"

"Yeah that sounds great" she said, before moving to another bookshelf and flicking through it.

The rest of the day, the two of them talked and talked. And back at Remus' cottage Lily walked up to him before he had to leave with Sirius.

"Today was fun, friends?" She asked.

James nodded, "friends"

As him and Sirius left, Sirius hit his shoulder.

"What were you and Lily talking about? Declaring your undying love for her?"

James shook his head, "We're just friends, I need to just... move on i guess, friends is as best as it'll get. And its enough for me."

#marauders era #james potter #lily evans #anti snape #marauders #jily #anti snily #harry potter #harry potter fandom #tw physical violence #tw stalking #finally posting this #ive been writing it for a couple of days but im finally done #woo!!!

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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Soooooooo... because I’ve completely lost my mind: “Light and L in Hogwarts during the year that Harry Potter was” AU ideas (and I know a lot of people have already written them into Hogwarts, so I’m probably just unknowingly copying people’s ideas. But shh).

Light is a Gryffindor and L is a Slytherin (same year). Really, Light should also be a Slytherin, of course. But this helps them to be rivals better. He probably asked the Sorting Hat to put him in Gryffindor--ala Harry--and the Sorting Hat took his choice into consideration.

And they are rivals. Because like in canon, they’re very much the same and Foils to each other. They both definitely become prefects and Head Boy of their year (sorry, Ron. I guess I’m stealing prefect from you for this AU. I’m so sorry, baby!). And everyone is constantly comparing the two, so they hate each other at first. They’re also both on their respective Quidditch teams, because of course they’d be. I’m imagining they’re Beaters, because “he who attacks first, wins”, and since Harry’s still got to be Gryffindor Seeker.

And getting the obvious out of the way: L loves Honeydukes, of course.

But I imagine the reason these two start to become friends is this: Light realizes there’s something wrong with Snape jumps down Harry’s throat on his first day. Like, he reads fear and humiliation on Harry’s face or something--or knows that even the most basic wizard should have known the answers Snape was asking about--he questions him about it... To which Harry admits that he didn’t even know he was a wizard--or about the wizarding world--until a few days ago. Though I doubt Harry would be this open about it to a stranger, but shh. And this ticks Light off--to know that Harry’s aunt and uncle treated him so dirty, and that Professor Snape just made this poor, defenseless kid look like an idiot--and he plans to go to Snape about it. But anyway, L had secretly been listening this whole time--but hiding like a cat--and he makes his appearance known now. He’d come to the same conclusions and also wants to help Harry out, because he’s “justice” too, after all. And it’s here that Light and L develop a grudging respect for each other. And they probably do go to Snape. But Snape being Snape doesn’t listen to them, and he takes points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin for their “insolence”... At which point, they might decide to make Snape’s life a living Hell, and thus a friendship begins.

The two of them totally become aurors when they graduate, and enjoy seeing Harry and Ron at work.

Light and L may think that Ron isn’t the smartest wizard in the world--and somewhat un-deserving to hang out with Harry and Hermione--at first, but their opinion of him changes pretty quickly. And even when they did think this of him, they didn’t dislike Ron. They liked the dude pretty well, since Ron’s pretty sociable, but just didn’t think he would ever be a rival to them. Let’s put it that way. But when they learn about all that Ron does in his, Harry, and Hermione’s adventures, they give him mass respect.

Light and L are the biggest supporters of Neville Longbottom that you’ll ever see, as they both saw his potential and realized pretty soon that it was abuse keeping him from unlocking his full potential.

Light and L are “fans” of Harry at first--though not starstruck--and then just flat-out respect the Boy Who Lived once he just becomes one of their peers. Granted, they don’t think baby Harry really did anything to earn all his fame... but you’ve still got to give it to the infant that somehow tripped up Lord Voldermort and stopped his reign of terror.

Light and Hermione... get on pretty well. I’d maybe go as far as to say they’re acquaintances. And, naturally, everyone thinks they should date: since they’re the two smartest Gryffindors and prefects. But this would never happen. They probably even laugh at the idea together. Hermione has just never had any interest in Light, for whatever reason (maybe because she had a crush on Ron pretty early on). And Light is most definitely gay.

I forgot to mention that L in this is probably a clue to the Golden Trio earlier on that Slytherins aren’t all bad.

Speaking of: L and Draco are friends (but only because Draco’s pretty much the best person he can find in Slytherin house). And this maaaaaaaaaybe convinces Draco to switch sides earlier than in canon.

As he would, Light definitely loves to use avada kedavra against evil people... Though no one really has a problem with this, because most people use that spell during a war (in fact, even our heroes in Harry Potter often don’t understand why he won’t use the killing curse). L maaaaaaaaaaybe tells Light that he thinks this is a bad thing. But it isn’t something they’re going to turn into enemies before. And L’s certainly used the spell himself in dire situations. But similarly to Death Note canon, Light thinks that all criminals should be avada kedavrad. L questions that one time, though, in asking Light, “You want them to suffer for what they’ve done, yes? So wouldn’t it be worse for them to live out their years in Azkaban? Or have their souls sucked out by the Dementors?”

But back to Light and L still being rivals... There’s one time where they’re both in the halls after curfew--probably because Light and L sometimes get roped into the Golden Trio’s adventures, or their own adventures, because they’re too smart not to be--and L leans over to Light and says, “Know that I love you,” before kissing him on the lips... He then gets on his broom, or something, and quickly flies away so he won’t get caught, but Light is and Gryffindor loses points. So the game is on.

I feel like Light and L would probably hate and dislike Dumbledore, after they realize some of the shady stuff he does. L might somewhat respect his cleverness, but ehh.

Also, Light and L are brilliant... So they never once doubt that Voldermort is back when Harry says he is. And they do, in fact, join Dumbledore’s Army and help Harry teach... Even though they probably hate the name. They also help bring it back with Neville, Luna, and Ginny, when the Golden Trio are away in year seven.

They fight in the Battle of Hogwarts, of course. And in the battle in Hogwarts at the end of book six.

L is probably the first Gryffindor to stand up to his house, like “Uhh, no. We’re not going to sacrifice Harry to Voldermort to save ourselves.” And speaking of... there’s a chance that a good portion of L’s house hates him for clearly siding with Harry over Voldermort when the war begins.

I had some ideas about Misa, but I’m sort of forgetting them now. She’s definitely a Hufflepuff... But I want to do something different with her, than most people usually do. Yes, Light is kind of annoyed by her because he thinks she thinks they’re dating or is trying to force it? (She probably does something to help him? And then Light thinks she’s insinuating he owes her. IDK?) But what if in reality, she’s ace or something and just wants a friend? And Light is just assuming the worst--and for once, being dumb--by just not talking to her? But eventually he does, and then they’re sort of cool with each other. And she then sometimes helps Light and L, because this is the happy Death Note AU (in Hogwarts), everybody.

...I feel like I had so many ideas, but now I think I’ve forgotten them all. Oops. I’ll add to this if I remember them, I guess.

Also... there’s a good chance that Light and L figure out the Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew thing before anyone else--near instantly, when they learn about it--but I also don’t know if I want to commit to that? Because I don’t want to steal the Golden Trio’s thunder too much here? But at the same time, if I’m not going to have the Death Note characters slightly change things, what’s even the point?

Edit: The two geniuses probably do create some new spell or potion or something together.

Edit 2: Harry and L totes bond over being orphans.

Edit 3: All the students in Hogwarts know that Light and L are gay for each other. And are constantly like, “Where’s your boyfriend at?” to their annoyance, probably because even in this universe Light and L are in denial about their feelings for each other for the longest time for some reason.

Edit 4: Light and L have the same patrous (to their annoyance. And at first, it’s not because they love each other--though maybe later it partly is--but because they’re that much alike). And it’s probably a cheetah or something.

Edit 5: Back to the whole Light and Misa thing, L actually realizes she doesn’t want to be Light’s girlfriend and is cool with her before even Light is. Since, oddly enough, it seems that Slytherin and Hufflepuff are close, and Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Later, when Light asks how he figured it out first, L sites his deductive reasoning schools and this as the reason.

Edit 6: I just thought of how this gets dark, and how Light and L maybe turn against each other... Light being tempted to create horcruxes by using the kills he makes in self-defense. L tells him not to do it: to not be like Voldermort. And Light perhaps listens to that... or doesn’t, in being so arrogant that he thinks he won’t become a dark wizard if he’s tasted immortality. On one hand, I feel like Light wouldn’t want to rip his soul apart. But if he thought it was for the greater good--so he could continue fighting crime as an auror--then he might do it...

Edit 7: Light and L do probably resent their professors some, in thinking that they’re more capable than they are.

Edit 8: Light and Hermione might actually go on one “date” together. To “The Slub Club”, because they want to make Ron and L jealous.

#long post #headcanons #my headcanons #my light and l at Hogwarts headcanons #my light and l in Harry Potter headcanons #I feel like. in another situation. Snape would have seen himself in l some and loved and respected the kid. but nah. l was out for blood #here so it didn't happen #there's also a part of light. who's totally in denial that he should be a slitherin. that hates himself for falling for a Slytherin at #first. since Slytherin house gets such a bad rep. but he quickly gets over that. and probably even admits he should have been one #when l says he clearly is one and should have accepted it so they could have happilybeen in Slytherin house together. lol #death note #lawlight #and sorry if any of these headcanons are off the wall. I'm still new to the fandom and figuring things out #Soichiro was an auror too of course #these all came into my head when I was at work one day

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The Feeling Is Mutual

Remus considered turning around and taking the stairs as soon as he saw Sirius Black. But he knew from experience that getting down those stairs on crutches was even harder than it looked, and he really didn’t have time to end up in the hospital with another broken limb.

No, he could survive the elevator ride with Black. It was only a few floors, after all.

It wasn’t that he hated Black. He just strongly disliked him and the sight of his face made Remus’ blood boil. Okay, maybe he did kind of hate him, but he knew the feeling was mutual.

He avoided making eye contact as he entered the elevator, holding both crutches in one hand to press the button with his free one.

“Good afternoon, Lupin.” Sirius’ voice, however charming, was as annoying as ever.

“It’s 8 am,” Remus replied coldly, not looking anywhere near Black, though he didn’t have to to know that Black was looking directly at him, a smirk on his stupid face as he leaned seductively against one wall of the elevator. What a fucking prick.

The doors of the elevator finally closed and it began its descent towards the ground floor. Only for less than a minute, though, before coming to a halt with a series of concerning mechanical sounds.

“What the fuck?” Remus tried pressing on the button again and when that didn’t make the elevator move, he just tried pressing every single button, still to no avail. “It’s stuck or something,” he muttered.

“Let me try,” Black said, pushing past him and beginning to press every button, just as Remus had just done.

He glared at Black. “That doesn’t work. Something must be wrong with the elevator. I’ll call someone who can fix it-”

Oh, nevermind. No cell phone service. Remus swore loudly.

Black just laughed. “Looks like we’re stuck here together, then,” he said.

No. No no no. This could not be happening. “Fuck,” Remus swore, leaning against the elevator’s wall and letting himself slide down onto the floor. Not only had he woken up late so he’d had to skip his morning coffee to leave in time, but now he was stuck in a elevator with his literal mortal enemy. If Black spoke to him, he was going to hit him with one of his crutches.

“So how’s your cat?” Black asked, sitting down at the opposite side of the elevator.

Fucking hell. Remus’ crutches were perched against the wall, just out of his reach. Another time, then.

“I’m not talking to you,” he replied.

Black sighed. “Suit yourself,” he said. “I just thought since we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, we may as well try to put our differences aside so we don’t go mad.”

“I’ll go mad if you say another word to me,” Remus said coldly.

He looked down at his own hands, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. It seemed that Black was actually leaving him alone, which should gladden Remus, but now the elevator was so… quiet. He looked up, only to find Black looking right at him, head tilted slightly to the side like a curious dog.

“Oi, stop staring at me, you creep!” Remus felt his cheeks heat up.

“I wasn’t staring at you!” Black said, putting his arms up in defence. “Believe it or not, Lupin, but you actually are slightly more interesting than these grey, empty walls.” He looked up, gaze wandering over said walls. “They should really put a painting or something up in here.”

Remus crossed his arms and looked away from Black. While he really didn’t want to give Black the satisfaction of being right, he knew that was the case: they would go mad if they had to sit in silence for who knew how long.

“My cat is doing good,” he said, finally answering Black’s question. “How’s Snuffles?” Snuffles was Black’s stupid dog, who had more than once ruined Remus’ pants by peeing on him.

Black had seemed excited to get an answer out of Remus, but quite suddenly, his expression changed to one Remus had never seen on him before… sadness, concern? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Snuffles is sick,” Black answered, looking down at his hands. “I took him to the vet a few days ago, but there’s nothing they can do... “

“Shit,” Remus said. “I’m sorry, that must be horrible.”

Black let out a shaky laugh, probably to not cry. “I’ve had him since i was 17,” he said. “Got him when I moved out, and the thought of him not being here is… yeah, it’s horrible.”

Remus couldn’t explain why Black’s sadness was so painful to watch. He wanted to hug him, to comfort him… but he’d want to do that to anyone, even if it was someone he hated. This had nothing to do with Black specifically.

“You moved out at 17?” he asked, half out of curiosity, half to kind of change the topic.

Black nodded. “Got kicked out at 16, lived with my friend and his parents for a year, but…” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to them so I got a job and bought a tiny, shitty flat. I remember it was overrun by rats and cockroaches, and the water was always cold… This place is definitely an upgrade, even if my neighbor is a twat.”

Remus got the feeling Black had only insulted him to keep a bit of dignity, surprised at how much he’d shared with him.

“Why’d you get kicked out?” he asked, before realizing what a personal question that was. He hurried to add, “you don’t have to answer that.”

Black shrugged. “Technically, I ran away,” he said. “But you could say I was forced to…”

It didn’t seem like he was going to go into further detail about it, so Remus hurried to change the topic. “It’s weird we know so little about each other, isn’t it?” he asked. “Considering we’ve been neighbors for, what, 3 years?”

“To be fair-” Black said, looking at him with his piecing grey eyes. “You’ve never seemed very keen on getting to know me.”

Oh. Remus tried to stop himself, but before he could, the words just flew off his tongue: “I want to get to know you now.”

Black seemed taken aback by this. “Really?” he said. “I thought you hated me.”

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Remus mumbled. “I guess I just… I dunno, it’s been a weird day.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Black muttered.

Before either of them could say anything else, Black’s phone buzzed. His eyes lit up as he fished it out of his pocket. “Oh,” he said. “My friend is calling me. Finally I have a fucking signal.” He answered the call: “Hey, James. Yeah, I know I’m late. I’m kind of stuck in an elevator... Yeah, if you could help get a hold of the maintenance guy? I don’t have his number, no, but he’s usually around. How far are you from my place? Oh, excellent. Thanks, mate.”

He hung up and put down the phone. “Looks like we’re getting out of here!” he said. “My friend will be here in 5 minutes or so.”

Remus knew he was supposed to feel relieved. He would finally be free, and even without being too late for work but… For some reason the most prominent feeling was disappointment. It felt like a special bond had been formed between him and Black in the time they’d spent in the elevator and what if, once they got out and continued their normal lives, that would disappear? How could he tell Black that he didn’t want to go back to the way things had been?

“Uhm…”

“Yeah?” Black said.

Remus hesitated, heart beating just a little faster than usual. “It’s just, uhh… can you help me up?” He let out a nervous laugh, gesturing to his broken leg.

“Oh, of course.” Black got up and walked the few steps over to Remus, offering his hand to help him up.

Their hands touching sent a warm tingly feeling through Remus’ body, something he couldn’t quite explain. He let Black help him up and… oh.

Their faces were so close he could feel Black’s minty breath on his face and see every tiny detail of his eyes - from up close they had a beautiful blue tint that made them look softer, deeper…. Remus didn’t know who initiated it, but suddenly they were kissing.

He could feel the tension being released as he kissed Black, deeply, with passion. He hadn’t realized how much he had wanted this.

They were both startled as the elevator, with a clanking metallic sound, started moving again. Confused, they broke apart, staring from the elevator doors to each other. Black let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?” he asked.

Black nodded and looked like he was about to say something more but before he had the chance to, the elevator stopped again. For one nerve-racking moment, Remus thought the elevator had stopped working again but then the doors slid open and they were greeted by the maintenance guy and Black’s friend.

Black stepped out of the elevator to his friend, who grinned at him. “What dirty shenanigans did you two get up to while trapped in there together?” he asked Black, who laughed and shook his head.

“Oh, you don’t want to know,” he said in a teasing voice.

Remus grabbed his crutches and quickly exited the elevator before the doors closed again. He looked at his phone. One missed call from Lily, his friend and coworker. She was probably pissed off at being left alone on their shift. Remus only hoped she would forgive him when she found out why he was so late…

“Ready to go?” he heard Black’s friend ask.

“In a moment,” Black said. “There’s something I need to do. Just wait in the car?”

His friend nodded and walked to the stairs and Black turned to Remus. “Hey, uh,” he said to grab his attention.

“Yeah?” Remus said.

Black seemed careful to look anywhere but at him. “I know you hate me,” he said. “And I know that, er… it was just a kiss and it probably didn’t, y’know, mean anything, but…” He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, something Remus had never seen from him before.

“Well, I don’t know,” Black muttered. “This is stupid but do you think… would you want to get coffee sometime?”

Remus was taken aback by the question. “With you?” he asked.

Black bit his lip, carefully glancing at him. “I understand if you don’t want to,” he assured him. “We can just forget all of this ever happened and-”

“No,” Remus cut him off. “No, coffee sounds great.”

Black’s face lit up in a smile and Remus felt his heart miss a beat. “Great,” he said. “That’s, uh… That’s great.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, smiling as well. “Anyway, I really have to go. I’m late for work.”

Black quickly regained his composure. “Of course!” he said. “Yeah, I, uh… James is waiting for me, so I better go too.”

Remus nodded. As he watched Black turn around and leave, he couldn’t help but wish he’d said something more, like “I don’t think i hate you as much as I thought” or “To me, it wasn’t just a kiss”, but before he could gather the courage to do so, Black was already out of sight. There’s plenty of time, he told himself.

Perhaps he could tell him later, over a cup of coffee.

#guess who's back #well i never left but #i haven't written anything in uh #a while #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction #muggle au #enemies to lovers #fanifc #fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #marauders

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nozomijoestar · 4 years

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I kinda burned myself out with how hard I focused on these two months ago that it took this long to pick up again. I had an impulse to see them stargaze and then of course it turned into making myself cry ahaha

Once again they’re on the road because I couldn’t think of a better setting but that’s not important; its about the feelings

Trish inspected her nails with the eye of a professional. Night sky or no, nothing, nothing, interrupted her beauty checks. The moon had risen to its peak; the light confirmed her suspicion. She sighed. Her colored polish had degraded from smooth to a ragged patchwork. Oh well, there were worse things to worry about. She looked toward the road behind her. Empty. For some reason her stomach sank. All at once her body tensed to hold itself for danger that took its time. That was the worst kind. Your mind split from your control at the worry the enemy instilled on their own pace. They didn't need to always attack, wait long enough and she'd do it to herself. Trish swallowed hard and breathed out. The night insects kept singing. A few paces ahead Mista lost himself in stretches as he should; his insistence to 'Get off his ass a bit' had dragged them out to Nowheresville, population pending. Buccellati and the rest had gathered around their car. Abbaccio crouched studying Coco Jumbo; which meant poking and prodding and holding the turtle while its legs flailed. She sighed. At least this time she was outside the poor thing. Trish squinted at them through the darkness. Narancia was missing. Of course he was. If you stopped a road trip for so much as a yawn, he'd disappear no doubt slacking off till he wandered back. It was a rule; it was as natural as the wind. Trish wondered how the boy hadn't been born a cat. He had the fickleness down already; time to find him anyway. That was another of nature's laws. He got lost sure, but no matter how she grumbled there she went guiding him back. The grass reached her knees and clung like dozens of pushing hands. Not a tree stood for kilometers; at this distance the moon grew overwhelming. Narancia lay on the grass that'd molded around his body as if it were his bed. His head rested on his crossed arms; Trish would never understand how he did it. How could one person embody freedom? How did he do it when his heart roared in a storm he'd bound emotions to years ago? She should know by now unraveling all of him was no better than holding the breeze. Trish knew he heard her coming. It was the walk he liked to say. Easy as breathing her feet fell into a rich girl's stride. Confident, precise, expectant- Trish wished those were still things she knew instead of their shells. She took a deep breath. No time for that now. Narancia turned his head as she sat. The feel of his eyes made her heart pound for something not worrisome. God, he still didn't know whenever he did that. It was annoying at how easy, it was grounding in a world where up was down and down up. He had her smiling, smiling! And it felt liberating. "There's a bunch of 'em out tonight. You got a favorite?" She looked up and awe drowned the remainders of her gloom. Stars beyond counting dotted the sky; each speck burned to outdo the others. On a clear night they went on and on stretched beyond the horizon. Her eyes snapped to one set with ease. "Orion." "Huh?" "The constellation. Haven't you heard of it?" "Uh, well not really...wasn't around class long enough for that." His eyes flit anywhere but her face; his voice had trailed into something meek. Trish held back a 'Damnnit of course not.' to put her chin on her knees. You didn't ask stuff like that to people who never got past third grade. "Well it's ok Narancia, I'll just teach you a little. That alright?" He sat up to give her his full attention. A grin on his face told her everything was fine. God at this point Trish could do just about anything to him and he'd accommodate; follow and roll over like some dog for her. The realization of power made her queasy not for the first time. That was part of knowing him, being with him. At least for now. She smiled back. "Ok then go on and look at the sky. It always looks like a bunch of stuff smashed together at first. That's where the fun starts. The harder you look eventually you'll find what feels like it's going against the flow; like its part of something all its own." "Hmm...I guess. Geez people must have some killer eyes and nothin' to do all day- y'know, to do this right!" He added the last bit before her frown had settled. With an awkward laugh he mussed his hair. "Alright alright, so I look for the ones that stand out. That's easy. Aerosmith!-" "No Stands. By yourself sure but not with me ok?" "Huh? Why's that- oh..." Trish scooted closer to wrap her arms around his. She rested her head on his shoulder and grinned when he swallowed in awe. A blush colored his face. "Keep going." "Okay. So let's see uhh...there! That one is like a tiny sun. And there's smaller ones that look like they're followin' it an'...a triangle, I think." "That's Sirius, one half of the dog constellations. It's super bright I'm not surprised you found it first." Trish said with a chuckle. "Hey a minute ago I didn't know any of 'em. It ain't bad for a first try." "Liar I did mention Orion." "Oh yeah. Well s'not like I actually saw it. What makes you like that one? Is it cool?" She stared at him in way of open affection no words could capture. It was honesty; it was pure to at last be under a gaze that wouldn't vanish. He could hear her sure, but goddamn if his mind wasn't half lost in savoring what it felt to mean something. To be someone. He tucked a loose hair behind her ear; Trish kept right on though now she smiled again. "A lot of people like Orion since most think its in the shape of a hunter. Y'know, strong and reliable and protective. Things a lot of people want to be; at least to me anyway. I'm not all that different." She again gazed at the sky yet now in the moonlight her profile took on a serene determination. He knew then that he'd be one of the handful in a lifetime to see it. Narancia couldn't help his stillness; the urge that came from somewhere he didn't know to feel humbled. She continued as though she noticed nothing. There was passion in her voice no matter how casual her words. "When I find it at night or even in pictures, mom comes back. Just for a moment, just long enough for me to start crying. I see her in my head and I remember and it's like...like I'm watching my past while I hold my breath then- then it's gone before I can really understand it. The one thing to stay is feeling for a second as if none of this ever happened. As if I'm still back home and she's cooking before calling for me to help. It's...it's so safe." Tears had fallen as she uttered the final words; her tone drifted far, far away and he knew she'd stopped talking to him. Silently Narancia hugged her and welcomed his own, gentler cry. A minute passed where only the wind spoke as it brushed the grass. He could swear her heart raced and skirted danger. When he breathed deep however, it could've well been him. As with many things Trish took the lead and broke the quiet. "I wish I could be Orion. I wish my mom would give it a rest already." Her voice still hadn't recovered its confidence. She leaned into him in search of grasping it once more. "Trish...you are. That time on the plane to Sardegna, you were by yourself and you still got us outta there. I don't wanna think about getting thrown into that meat thing's mouth. A-and I don't have to thanks to you!" Their eyes met this time with an intensity neither could name. Trish shook her head while she rubbed his hand; the roughness that marked his body hadn't pierced who he really was, that kindness he breathed readier than air. Not for the gang alone did he slip into it. For them it was short sighs between the snarls when attitudes clashed. It was like he feared to release it always, to embrace it. But not for her, for her he never hesitated. That was the boy she loved most. He kept chatting and slurred his words as they fought to arrange themselves. She realized how much he noticed in ways she'd been too occupied to see. All the same she interrupted him with a finger on his lips. Trish brushed aside his bangs and spoke again of those things he alone had permission for. "Every time I think I'm getting closer to who I can be, I slide a few steps back. That's all." He wouldn't understand in a way he could yet articulate. She'd long come to accept that. The energy to his eyes took the place of fancy descriptions. He knew it too; it sat as the deepest pain beneath everything. People were participants on life's slippery slope until one day you died. She guessed, in the end, what mattered was which step you'd left on. Forward, or backward? Maybe her mother had stopped on backwards. Maybe she too would. Maybe instead as she studied his face and felt his life beside hers, maybe she wouldn't. And just maybe she could keep him from falling too. "Narancia, kiss me." He did softly and filled with unspoken things. In the now he was here and so was she. She was being silly; this moment was all that mattered. The echoes of shouting in the distance broke them apart. The calls of their names from the others pulled her back to reality. They were on a mission; their lives were fleeting and perishable. It churned her stomach and she reached to embrace Narancia one more time. He was warm despite the night chill. Her fingers dug into his hair as she whispered. "You're safe too." "I...same here Trish." He squeezed her afraid to let go but soon did so anyway. They helped each other stand and refused to let their hands separate. Together they ran towards their friends and answered their calls. They moved forward, ever forward.

#naratrish #jojo's bizarre adventure #my writing #narancia ghirga #trish una

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hdgaywriting · 4 years

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Eighth Year - Drarry Fic Part 3

Chapter 3

The rooms in the new suite were nice. They were spacious. Harry thought it would be nice to have as much room to himself as possible. Draco was moving across the room organizing his things, his movements were brash and quick. He made up his bed, hung his clothes, and put a few keepsakes on his desk. Harry was sprawled on his bed pretending to read his quidditch book. Even though it was their first day, and not much has happened yet, he was exhausted. He had helped Hermione and Ron fix their room up and placed his things in the joint bathroom. Having his best friends so close relieved him a bit. So far, Draco was pretty quiet. He’d only insulted Harry’s things a few times.

Draco was trying to ignore Harry Potter as best he could. He was trying to keep busy, neurotically tinkering with every detail of the room. His mother had told him to send an owl once he was settled, and he was thinking of what that letter would look like.

Dear Mum,

I’m settled in Hogwarts. Harry bloody Potter is my roommate. Dorms are nice. I’m a villain. I don’t want to be here. Hope Paris is fine.

Your son,

Draco

He laughed with mirth out loud just thinking about the letter. He felt Harry’s green eyes stare at him. It was true though, while Draco was here enduring his last year at Hogwarts, his mum was having holiday in Paris. She said she’d needed time away. She’d been gone since June. Draco had spent all summer alone.

“I’m going to go see Ron and Hermione,” Potter said from his bed. Draco didn’t look up. He clenched his jaw, but refrained from saying why. As much as Draco was taught to hate Harry Potter, having another person in his presence was comforting, even if it was his “sworn enemy.”

Harry slowly got up. He felt on edge. He felt like anything he did was going to agitate Draco and start a fight. A year ago, he wouldn’t have cared about pissing off Malfoy, but now he’d be the one to have to deal with the aftermath.

Ron and Hermione were sitting on one bed, Ron’s head in her lap. They looked up and smiled when he walked in, and Ron sat up. Harry felt a little embarrassed, like he was intruding, but he really couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“How’s it going?” Hermione asked with genuine concern. Harry just sighed in reply.

“I think it’ll get better,” he said, hoping that saying it out loud would help it come true.

“At least with Malfoy under your watch he can’t be too dreadful,” Ron added. He gave Harry a dopy smile. Harry was happy to see Ron so relaxed. Once he said I love you to Hermione, he had become a much more relaxed bloke. He was just thrilled to be in love.

“True,” Harry smiled. “unless his aim is to kill me in my sleep.” He was only half joking.

“Have you two talked at all?” Ron asked. Harry nodded his head no.

“Don’t really plan on it. What have we got to say to each other? Sorry I tried to kill you? S’all good, sorry your dad is in Azkaban?” Hermione nor Ron had anything to say.

The trio spent the next couple hours together, joking and talking about their classes. It felt like Hogwarts again. Harry was with his mates, and for the very first time, Voldemort wasn’t at his throat and interfering with his education. It was late when Harry decided to retreat back to his room. It was a very short walk through the bathroom to get back to his suite. Draco was already lying in bed, clad in emerald silky pajamas. Harry tried to be very quiet as he undressed and got in bed. It was only a few moments after he put his glasses on the side table that he fell asleep.

Draco woke up in the middle of the night to Harry’s voice. It took him a minute to realize it was panic seeping through Harry’s voice and that Potter was having a nightmare. Draco felt his numbness start in his fingertips. He felt frozen. What was he supposed to do? Ignore it? Get Weasley and Granger? He settled on waking him up because he felt genuinely sad for Harry. He crept quietly over to Harry. Upon further inspection he saw sweat beads on Harry’s forehead and the collar of his pajamas wet.

“Potter,” Draco whispered, reaching out to shake Harry’s arm gently. The brunette boy stirred but his eyes didn’t open. His chest was heaving up and down and his bushy eyebrows were furrowed. “Harry!” Draco said louder, and with a firmer shake.

Green eyes shot open and Harry gasped as if he was choking. He sat up so quickly that Draco got scared and threw his arms in the air. Draco’s eyes were wide as he was taking in the scene.

“Oh, Merlin,” Harry said hanging his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking and Draco realized he was crying. He stood as still as a statue. Harry looked up after a moment, eyes red and puffy. “Sorry,” he mumbled, half embarrassed and half exhausted.

“No, I…” Draco stammered. He wasn’t judging Harry. Did Potter really think Draco hated him enough to have absolutely no sympathy, when pain was staring him right in the face? “Don’t be.” The blonde boy continued. “I didn’t know if you’d want to be woken up. It seemed… intense.”

“Yeah,” Harry said. His bottom lip quivered as he folded in on himself. “They always are.”

“Did you want to talk about it?” Draco said after a very long, awkward moment. He could tell he did, but wasn’t sure if he’d be willing to talk to Draco in such a candid way.

“It’s all death. Always death,” Harry started. He looked at Draco to see if he was scared. The last thing Harry wanted was Draco to think he was nuts on top of a prat. Nothing in Draco’s face changed, even after the morbid admission. “I dream about Fred dying. Lupin. Sirius…” Harry quickly wiped away the tears that escaped. “All of the people I loved. Dumbledore and Snape, too. They all died for me. Tonks, Moody, Hedwig. It was never supposed to be like this! It was supposed to be me!” Harry couldn’t contain himself anymore. He was fully sobbing. He hadn’t said these things out loud in quite some time. He tried not to think about the deceased. It was too painful.

The stabilization changed on his bed and he felt a warm pressure on his shoulder. Draco Malfoy was sitting on Harry Potter’s bed with a hand on his shoulder. Harry was too distressed to pay attention, and to be honest, the affection felt nice. His whole life Harry had been touch starved. Something shifted in Harry. The foundation of his relationship with Draco was changing so strongly it’s like he could feel it. The war changed them. They were both grappling with loss and devastation. They were part of the same war, they just had different perspectives. And in the end, Harry remembered, Draco wasn’t a bad guy. He didn’t kill Harry, and he had the chance. He didn’t kill Dumbledore, either. Draco was scared. War changes people Harry thought. He could only imagine Draco was thinking the same thing.

The next morning, Harry woke up to a mild Summer sky. Autumn was approaching quickly, and it made for beautiful Hogwarts scenery. For a moment he thought that maybe his eyes were burning from allergies and the changing season, but once he leapt out of bed and shuffled to the mirror, his puffy-eyed reflection reminded him of the tumultuous night. Thinking back on it, how did the night end? Had he cried himself to sleep with Draco as a witness? Was this even real?

Draco’s bed was tightly made. Harry was gazing at it, looking for any evidence that Draco being friendly wasn’t an illusion.

“What are you staring at, Potter?” the voice, cold as ever, rang through the room as Draco stepped out of the bathroom. His hands were buttoning his shirt from the bottom up. Silvery scars were visible on his chest. Harry had never noticed them before, and quietly wondered where he’d got them.

“Nothing,” Harry said, turning back to the mirror to smooth his unkempt hair. Draco cocked an eyebrow up at him, but said nothing. Harry could feel Malfoy’s eye roll from across the school, let alone across the room.

“Looking for hair gel?” he teased, obviously alluding to the drastic differences in the boys’ hairstyles.

“No,” Harry said flatly. “I was just thinking about yesterday,” he said. He felt the mood change. “About last night, specifically.” He paused, challenging Draco to fill the silence.

“What about it?” Draco said. He wasn’t giving in. Harry turned around and looked him in the eyes as Draco was fastening his last button, again covering the slash of scar. “What,” Draco said, tauntingly, “do we need to have a heart to heart? Cry about it, shall we?” Anger flared in Harry’s chest.

“Shove off, Malfoy” Harry said. His anger was met with that infamous smirk.

“I’m leaving now, Potter, don’t cry about it. Oh, and you can buy your own hair gel instead of nabbing mine.” He sauntered off. Harry balled his hands into fists again and again. The tension was broken when Ron erupted into the room.

“Morning!” he said as he made himself comfortable on Harry’s bed. “Weird not waking up with you in my room, but I think I've upgraded.” He cracked a smile at Harry, who whacked his arm with laughter. “Did Malfoy really sleep somewhere else last night?” Ron asked. Harry looked at him blankly.

“What do you mean?”

“He shares a wall with me. I heard him get up last night while me and Hermione were snogging, but I never heard him get back into bed.”

“Uhh, I wouldn’t know,” Harry spat out quickly, feeling embarrassed suddenly. “Kinda weird that you’re listening to my room while snogging your girlfriend, Ron.” Harry started traveling about the room, finishing his morning routine.

“Woke up to her crawling in my bed. Said she was anxious for classes so we were talking then one thing led to another. Besides, Malfoy’s bed squeaks so loud, it’s hard to miss. I can’t hear anything else. Anyway, Harry, we’re heading down to breakfast. Save you a seat.”

After Ron left, Harry took a moment to collect himself. Draco was back to being mean, and he wasn’t sure how the night ended. Did Draco stay on the edge of Harry’s bed? Did he leave the room? Did he fall back asleep? These were all things he wanted to know, but Draco had made it clear that the conversation was over.

Classes went on as usual. In fact, the Golden Trio were delighted at how normal the day progressed. Their new classes were a breeze, and they had hardly any comments about You Know Who or the War. The professors seemed normal enough. Harry and Ron particularly enjoyed Professor Hart’s class. She had them on their feet and training like never before.

Harry was sat on the lawn with Ginny, spending his half hour break before Aquatic Herbology with her. He was stroking her hair with his fingers and she was occupied by a textbook.

“How’s living with Malfoy?” Ginny asked, eyes still captivated by the pages. Harry couldn’t think of what to tell her.

“Nothing like I’d expect,” he settled on. This remark made her close the book and look at him.

“Really? You mean it’s not constant humiliation tactics? No curses?”

“Not so far,” Harry said. “But it really hasn’t been that long.” Ginny nodded and settled back into her book, picking up that Harry wasn’t ready to divulge much else about the experience. She assumed it was because it was so new and stressful to him, but in reality, Harry didn’t have his own feelings sorted out. Something about Draco was intriguing. The new possibilities kept the Slytherin on Harry’s mind. It was a glimpse of the past mixed in with the promise of the future. It was like a regular Hogwarts mystery, but this time with no death.

For the time being, Harry would keep the matters with Draco close to his chest. He wasn’t ready to trust Draco, but he might be willing to let go of the villainy.

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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Can you make a Sprace fic where Race is a foster kid and has PTSD?

nng sorry this took so long

but n e wayyyyyy its 2:00 an d w e posting cuz my brai n hates me

I Can’t

warnings: panic attack, implied abuse

ship: sprace

editing: lol

word count: 1731

“Okay, can I have Tony and Spencer onstage for their fight call,” Medda Larkin called through her megaphone, flipping through the script in front of her, “I wanna see this fight in full, don’t hold back. I need to know if anything needs to be fixed sooner rather than later.”

Spot straightened his back, leaning over in his seat next to Medda to look over his prompt script as Race and Specs walked out on stage. He glanced up, sending an encouraging smile to Race, who flashed him a forced one in return. Even from his place in the back of the theatre, Spot could tell that something was off. Race’s composure was guarded and nervous, shoulders drawn up ever so slightly and fingers twisting in front of him as he and Specs took their respective places stage right and downstage.

“Ready, guys?” Medda called, waiting for Specs and Race to give her a quick thumbs up before leaning back in her chair, “Alright, Spot tell them where to take it from.”

Spot nodded, eyes scanning his script, “Uhh, take it from…‘lay offa me’, okay?”

Race nodded, rolling his shoulders a few times to get into character. He braced one hand on the ground, hunching his shoulders as he kneeled in what looked like a defeated position.

“Lay offa me, wouldja?” He spit, panting as he turned his head slightly to glance at Specs across the stage, “Thought you’d be satisfied by now. You won! Is that what you wanna hear?”

Specs scoffed, crossing to him, “Ah, but here’s the fun thing,” he bent down, grasping Race by the sleeve of his shirt and hauling him to his feet, “I haven’t won,” he pressed their noses together, hovering over Race, “until you’re six feet underground, you hear me boy!?”

Race’s face contorted into one of pure anger and he mimed spitting at Specs. Specs jerked his head backwards, reacting as if he’d actually been spit on and taking a moment to wipe at his face before shoving Race lightly towards the ground. Race stumbled, falling heavily to give the impression that he’d been pushed much harder. Spot raised his eyebrows, impressed by both of their acting. It was coming along surprisingly well given the short amount of time they’d been off book.

“Get back up!” Specs fumed, “I will not tolerate this kind of-”

Spot frowned as Specs continued to monologue, eyes trained on Race as he cowered on the floor. He’d long since missed his cue to stand back up and he had shifted to his hands and knees, head bowed low between his shoulders. Spot could see his arms shaking and he sat up straighter, alarm shooting down his spine when Specs stopped speaking abruptly.

“Race?” Specs stepped forward, kneeling down next to his friend and momentarily freezing when he noticed the tears that seemed to be running down his face, “Shit,” he cursed, turning his attention to Spot and Medda, “Hey, something’s wrong!”

“Oh dear,” Medda mumbled under her breath, standing swiftly as Spot did the same.

They hurried towards the stage, Spot pulling ahead of Medda in order to reach his clearly hurting boyfriend faster. By the time they got there, Race had rocked back onto his heels, hands braced behind his breath as he tried to reign in his unsteady breathing. Specs reached out, placing a hand on his back, but quickly withdrew it when Race yelped a little, hitting him involuntarily.

“Fuck,” Spot hopped onto the stage, coming to a halt in front of Race’s trembling form, “Hey, Race, hey. What’s happening?”

Race didn’t answer, having resorted to lacing his fingers in his hair, pulling hard.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Spot coaxed, “Can you hear me?”

Race didn’t answer and Spot flashed a worried glance at Medda, who moved to squat next to them as well.

“Antonio, dear, can you open your eyes for me?” Medda spoke softly, motioning for the students who had begun to peek their heads out from behind the curtain to back away.

Specs looked between Race and the rest of the cast a few times before huffing a decisive breath, “I’ll make sure they don’t crowd,” he said, already moving to rally the others.

Tears had begun to stream down Race’s face at a steadier pace and Spot grimaced, worrying his lip between his teeth as a few gut-wrenching sobs worked their way out of Race’s chest.

“Antonio, c’mon sweetie,” Medda said, “You’re okay, can you open your eyes?”

Spot pursed his lips, hesitantly opening his mouth, “Racer,” he tried, shifting a little closer to Race than Medda, “You’re safe, baby,” he kept his voice low and private, “Do you want to go somewhere else? I’ll go with you and we can work this out.”

For a moment, it seemed like Race still hadn’t heard him and Spot clenched his jaw, feeling utterly helpless. Then, Race nodded sucking in an unfulfilling breath as he did so.

Spot quickly glanced at Medda for permission, who waved him off, “Go, be careful.”

Spot nodded, mouthing a grateful ‘thank you’ before turning his attention back to Race.

“Can I touch you?” He pressed, “It’s just me.”

“No,” Race gasped, “Please, I-”

“That’s okay,” Spot said, hurriedly, “No touch, no problem. Think you can stand, though?”

Race shook his head vigorously and Spot’s shoulders hunched. He was at a loss.

“It’s alright, honey,” Medda said, gently, “You two stay here, I’ll move everyone to the blackbox.”

Relieved, Spot nodded, continuing to murmur easy nothings while Medda shepherded all the students out of the theatre. Once they were alone, Spot sat criss cross in front of Race.

“Tony, hey, you listening?” He said.

Race nodded and Spot smiled, “Awesome, okay, uh,” he let his eyes wander, trying to figure out how to help Race, “can you try to open your eyes for me? Just try, love.”

Race let out a small sob, blinking rapidly as he opened his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and he flinched, hands flying to his chest as he tried to breathe.

“Hey, hey, okay,” Spot crawled a little closer, itching to reach out and take hold of Race’s hands, “Good job on opening your eyes, but do you think you could take a breath now? Like, in as deep as you can, feel it, like, fill your chest.”

Race shook his head, “Can you,” he coughed, struggling to get his words out, “Can you just, like, ask questions?”

Spot tilted his head a little, “Questions? Like..”

“Anything,” Race pleaded, “Easy stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, uh,” Spot ran a hand through his hair, “Hamburgers or hotdogs?”

Race drew in a breath, exhaling his answer, “Depends.”

“On what?” Spot pushed.

“My mood,” Race said, still sounding choked.

“That’s fair,” Spot said, “Uh, mountains or beaches?”

“Beaches.”

“Same,” Spot agreed, “Favorite dog breed?”

“Pitbulls,” Race answered, sounding a little bit calmer, “Misunderstood good boys.”

Spot chuckled, “Yeah, they’re pretty cute. Favorite book series?”

“Harry Potter, hands down,” Race said, dropping into a sitting position. His breathing still sounded labored, but his tears had mostly stopped, which was a win in Spot’s book.

“Good ass read, yeah,” Spot scooted next to him, sitting close enough so Race could lean into him if he wanted to, “Favorite book outta the seven?”

“Uhh,” Race took in a deep breath, letting it out shakily, “The third. Sirius is a badass in that one.”

“He’s a badass always,” Spot countered, immediately hugging an arm around Race as he curled into his side, “How’re you feeling?”

Race hummed, “Shitty, but better.”

“Can I ask what happened?”

Race sighed, reaching out to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, “Uhh, so like, remember how I told you I was in foster care from, like, fifth to ninth grade before I could move in with my aunt?”

Spot nodded, listening intently.

“Well, they stuck me in a few homes, but there was this one that I ended up staying at for the last three years I was in the system and it sucked,” he swallowed, curling closer to Spot who gave his arm a comforting squeeze, “Kids called it ‘The Refuge’ and the guy running it, Snyder the Spider, wouldn’t treat us too well. Kinda beat up on everyone and yelled a ton, but if you stayed under the radar, he let you off easier,” he let out a humorless laugh, “‘Cept I never really liked to stay under the radar so he liked to, uh, give me the brunt of shit.”

Spot felt the blood drain from his face, the puzzle pieces falling together, “So when Specs was acting like-”

“-Like an abusive adult? Yeah, not a cake walk for my mental state.”

Spot clicked his tongue, “Not that it’s your fault that you reacted like this, but why didn’t you tell anyone how you felt about this scene? We coulda worked something out.”

Race shrugged, “I dunno,” guilt laced his tone, “Thought I could handle it, like, I tried to mentally prepare for it and I figured it’s been two and a half years and like, it’s just Specs, but… yeah, I overestimated myself.”

“Like I said,” Spot said, firmly, “Not your fault, but you need to tell Medda about this. She’ll understand. She raised Jack, so she’s familiar with this shit, but we can’t have that happening again. S’not good for you.”

“Well, no shit,” Race snapped, immediately backtracking, “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s not good for me and yeah, I’ll talk to Medda.”

“I can come with you if you want?” Spot offered.

Race pulled himself out of Spot’s embrace, studying his hands for a moment before looking at him, “Yeah, could you?”

Spot smiled, reaching down to take his hand, “Of course.”

Race ran his thumb over Spot’s knuckled, still looking worn, “And, uh,” he quickly flicked his finger under his nose- a nervous tick, “thank you by the way.”

“Yeah, you know it’s not a problem,” Spot said, sincerely. He glanced at his watch, seeing that a good chunk of their rehearsal time had vanished, “We should go talk to Medda now. She’ll prolly let you chill out for the rest of today, but we still gotta finish out rehearsal.”

Race scoffed, “The show must go on no matter how mentally or physically fucked you are.”

Spot laughed, “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.”

those last two lines are theatre culture lmao

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scarheaded-ferret · 6 years

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Drarry Highschool/Summer Au

Pt. 2 is here

So basically this is an American high school summer au where Harry and Draco are childhood friends with some added wolfstar dads lmao. This has legit no plot, it’s just some highschool meme dorks in luv

I’m still in school for three more days and all I want to do is go down to the shore. Enjoy some uhh meme boys?? (I added a link for the one vine reference

Draco and Harry are in Junior year rn

***

Harry groaned and buried his head in his arms on top of the desk. Why Mrs.Widlow wanted to continue to give them work on the last day of school was beyond him. He began to zone out and fall asleep as she droned on about biological ethics. Just as he neared falling into a deep sleep, someone began to poke at his right elbow insistently.

Harry huffed and turned his head to face Draco, who was glaring down at him.

“C’mon Potter, we need to answer these questions,” Draco shoved Harry’s arms out of the way so he could put the paper in between them.

“It’s the last day of school Draco, the last day!” Harry cried as he settled back down, this time with his head on his left arm instead of both. Draco flicked Harry’s forehead and chuckled lightly at his grimace.

Harry groaned and, with his head still rested on his left arm, picked up a pencil with his right. They went through the questions, which varied from Would you use hair from your dead pet to make a clone and have a second Rover, or let dead dogs stay dead? To- If you could pick which genes to give your child, would you make them perfect or let them be born naturally?

The bell rang and Harry scrambled to pack up his things. He caught Draco laughing at his hasteness and shoved him lightly as they made their way out of the classroom. He and Draco parted ways at the ramp on the 200 hallway, like they always did, as Draco had Algebra 2 and Harry had Spanish for 8th period.

Harry managed to get past the intersection of moving students and made it through the long hallway that lead to the 300’s. He huffed out a breath as he entered his Spanish classroom, it was always hotter in the 300 hallway and Senora Vernandes’ classroom was no exception.

After 40 grueling minutes Harry finally finished his classes for the day and met Draco in the front so they could take their bus home. They grabbed a seat towards the front, setting their bags down on their laps. Draco always sat on the window seat, and once the bus jostled into motion, Harry let his head fall on his best friend’s shoulder.

***

“Fucking finally!” Harry shouted as they stepped off their bus for the last time that year. He grinned at Draco who rolled his eyes in turn. They made their way up the cobbled hill to Remus and Sirius’ house. They had custody of Harry ever since his parent’s death, and took in Draco after Lucius kicked him out for being gay in freshman year.

Harry unlocked the door with his key and the pair made their way inside. Draco walked over to the couch and curled up at the end of it. He placed his head in his palm as he watched Harry call for Padfoot and Moony. Harry laughed as Padfoot all but tackled him, and he ran his hands through the dog’s soft fur. Moony soon followed, and pawed at Harry’s leg. Harry scratched the cat behind it’s ears, causing Moony to purr.

It was then that his Uncle Remus walked in, and he sat down on the armchair opposite to Draco’s couch.

“When are you two leaving?” Remus asked. Harry looked up from Moony and gaped at him dramatically.

“We barely got home, Remus, you don’t wanna spend time with your godson before he leaves for the whole summer?” Harry said. Remus smirked.

“I’ve spent almost every hour of your 17 years of life with you, I can go two months without,” Remus said, grinning as Harry grabbed the nearest throw pillow and chucked it at him.

“We’re leaving tonight at 6,” Draco told him. Moony then jumped up on the couch and curled into Draco’s lap. Draco idly petted the cat’s back as he watched Harry play with Padfoot.

“If you two fuck up my car I’ll fuck you up,” Remus warned. Harry snorted, causing Draco to chuckle.

“There’s the man I know and love,” Sirius said as he entered the room, he moved to sit on the arm of his husband’s chair. “Aren’t you two supposed to be at the house by now?” He murmured from where he had let his head rest on top of Remus’.

“Draco if I didn’t know better I’d say they wanted us to leave,” Harry gasped, mocking disbelief.

“Observant as always, Potter,” Draco replied flatly.

***

“What kind of Ramen should we get?” Draco held up the two packages of flavored Ramen for Harry to see. Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the convenience store, scrolling through his phone as Draco looked through the shelves for food to pick up for their trip. It was a two hour drive down to the shore, and there was little food stocked at the summer house.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy,” he replied. Harry looked up at Draco and grinned, quickly snapping a photo of him. He had a pair of sunglasses atop his head and was clad in a soft-looking t-shirt and black jeans. Harry himself was in an oversized Aerosmith shirt and sweatpants. Draco sighed, and continued to hold them up for Harry to pick.

“I’m not even going to try to understand what that means,”

“It’s from that one video, you know- where the news anchor asks the kid and…” Harry trailed off when he realized Draco wasn’t listening and had started to put packages of chicken flavored ramen in their grocery cart. “Ugh, you never understand my references,” Harry groaned and let his head fall back against the shelves he was sitting against.

“Vine died last year Harry, let it go,” Draco said, but he was smiling softly.

“Never!” Harry laughed, he then held up the phone and began to record. “Look at this walking meme- Draco, show the people the stance!” Harry cried and Draco laughed. Draco slouched slightly, put his sunglasses over his eyes and did a peace sign.

“Boy” Draco said, enunciating the “y”, and soon Harry was overcome with fits of laughter. He saved the video and stowed his phone in his back pocket. He then stood and helped Draco stock their cart with food. After a five minute fight over adding another bag of Doritos, they bought the groceries and walked back to their car.

With all of their food, plus a copy of Homeward Bound on DVD, stowed in the trunk of Remus’ 2005 Honda Pilot, the two continued the drive down to the shore.

***

“Harry where did I put my headphones?” Draco asked, rifling around the bag in his lap from where he sat in the passenger seat.

“Uhh… glove compartment!” Harry shouted upon his realization. Draco set his bag down on the floor of the car and opened the small compartment. “You find it?” Harry asked. He turned and realized that Draco’s face had flushed a bright red stark against his pale face, Draco was stuttering and he quickly shut the glove compartment.

“Er… Draco?” Harry asked hesitantly, he pulled the car to the side of the road and parked it.

Draco stuttered again and made a sound that sounded like a half-laugh and a half-sob. Harry opened and reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the first thing his hand came in contact with. He held up the object and all but screeched. The condom had a ribbon tied around it with a note that read:

I’m sick of watching you two eye-fucking. Harry - Draco likes you, and Draco - Harry feels the same, so just fucking do it all ready Remus is being harsh but be safe!! We love and support you both :) - Love, Sirius and Remus.

Harry didn’t think he had ever blushed that hard in his entire life until that moment. Despite the humiliatingly awkward situation, Draco surprisingly burst out laughing. Harry’s mouth quirked up as he watched Draco’s eyes crinkle up slightly in a way they almost rarely did. Draco snorted and soon Harry was overcome with laughter too. The seemingly ridiculous situation was too much to bear.

Their laughter eventually died down and Harry held it up, eyeing the condom speculatively. He then turned to Draco and gave him a shit-eating grin.

“You like me! And Remus is never wrong, I learned that the hard way- aww Draco, you like-” Harry couldn’t finish the sentence as he was shoved harshly by Draco.

“Just for the record, you like me too, Potter,”

“Potter now is it? To think I was gonna ask you to be my boyfriend. God, Draco how you wound me” Harry pouted and Draco glared at him for a moment, before abruptly leaning in and kissing him briefly. Harry stuttered and collapsed back into the seat.

“J-j- you- oh my god,” Harry’s mouth was agape and he was blushing as violently as before as he stared in shock at Draco. Draco was smirking, but he was blushing as well.

“Did I just break you?”

Harry made a strange gurgling noise in response. He worked his lip between his teeth before turning and facing Draco again. He studied Draco for a moment, and Draco gave him a worried look. Without warning Harry reached up and grabbed the back of Draco’s neck before pulling him close and kissing him. The kiss was longer than the first, and more heartfelt. Harry pulled back slightly after several moments and smiled softly at Draco, who smiled in return. Draco lifted and arm and wrapped it around Harry’s shoulder, resting his forehead on Harry’s.

“Never thought we would get together like this,” Harry murmured.

“So you knew that this would happen inevitably, then?” Draco asked, smirking slightly.

“Yup,” Harry whispered, kissing Draco on the nose.

***

Might do a pt. 2 but idk, I gotta return my school laptop tm so it’ll be harder to write (ps but sorry for lack of content!!)

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jessestjamesnyc · 5 years

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Para: Realizations Pt 2

TAGGING: @nycjessestjames & @dariuspuckerman

LOCATION: Jesse’s apartment

DATE: Sunday Oct. 6th, evening (later in the day than Part One)

SUMMARY: Post birthday weekend events, nsfw material

STATUS: Finished

Darius: No matter how much of a good time they always had together, taking Gabriel back to his mom was painful. Three days were never enough, but it was all he had. For now. He was delighted to hear his son going on and on about how much he had enjoyed the play, but it didn’t take long before he had fallen asleep in the back seat, so he had to pick him up and give him to his mom. He waved goodbye and got into his car. Another Sunday was over. Almost three hours after they had left the theater he was walking out of his favorite italian grocery store in town, with a bag on one hand and a six pack beer in the other. A crazy idea had been swimming in his mind ever since he set wheels back in town, and before even realizing it, he was putting it down on a text for Jesse. “Hey. I was wondering if tonight is too early to take you up on that invitation.”

Jesse: Jesse was leaning against the counter in his the kitchen of his new apartment, lamenting how empty it felt currently. The couch had apparently been delivered while he was out - he assumed Chelsea had still been home since there it sat, in the middle of the otherwise empty living space - so at least he’d have somewhere to sit and stare at … well, nothing. He’d spent the last few months moving on from his marriage, but the last and final push he needed was to just break free of the things that had once been “theirs”. Starting with the apartment, yes, but all the furniture as well. He’d sold or given it all away and now the new stuff was being delivered slowly. The boxes they’d carted across town sat piled in the spare room (soon to be the nursery) and some in the other rooms as well. But for the most part, it was an empty slate. He felt his phone buzz and sighed, taking it out, assuming it was Louis or Chelsea. When he saw Darius’ name pop up he clicked on it maybe a little too fast, and read over the text. He… oh. Yes, he did invite Darius over. He distinctly remembered feeling awkward about it. He glanced back up, looking at the empty apartment and wondered what the hell he’d even have to offer him to do. But he didn’t want to say no. He knew Darius hated having to drive to drop his son back off and see him go, and truthfully - he didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to spend more time with the man. There was just something about him, that made Jesse want to know him better. He looked down at himself, in sweats and a light jumper and shrugged to nobody, typing a quick reply. “Not at all. But I have to warn you, my apartment is pretty boring right now since we only moved in yesterday. So if you don’t mind an empty apartment, and boxes piled up, then you’re more than welcome”. He sent it, then realised he didn’t even tell Darius his new address (not that he had his old one), so he quickly added it in a second message.

Darius: Darius stared down at his own message for what it felt forever and sighed. What the hell was he thinking asking Jesse to go over to his place?? It was too soon, it was definitely too soon, and the other would now probably freak out over it and go into silent mode for days. He smacked the steering wheel and dropped his phone onto the seat beside him, and he was starting his car up when the reply came. At first he was apprehensive to read it but he did it anyway, and a smile came upon his face when he read it. Almost as giddy as a teenager boy (huh?!) he quickly typed his response after also reading the address. “I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’m quite adjustable, haha. Hey, that’s almost near the theater! See you in a few!” He put the phone and drove off down the street, then turned to the left to go the way he needed to go.

Jesse: Jesse chuckled at Darius reply, setting his phone down on the counter. Yes, his new apartment was close to the theatre by design. Ultimately, he wanted to save as much money as possible and that - combined with his share of the sale of their old apartment - would allow him to buy an apartment in the future. But apartments in New York weren’t cheap, but he and Rachel were very fortunate to have been able to purchase an apartment when they did. He debated getting redressed, but he doubted Darius would mind all that much… he was pretty sure it would be weird if he was still in his clothes from earlier. So he stayed in the sweats and jumper, waiting for the buzzer to go off so he could buzz Darius upstairs.

Darius: Darius did a double take on his phone when he stopped by what he believed was the right building, and after making sure he got it right he parked the car properly and grabbed the bag and the beers before locking it up and headed up the steps that led to the main entrance. He pressed the button to the apartment on the panel and waited.

Jesse: When Jesse heard the buzzer he jumped a little, despite expecting it, and pressed the okay to allow Darius to come up. He opened the door as Darius knocked on it, and stepped aside, “Sorry about the apartment. Wasn’t kidding when I said it’s a bit… well, pathetic at the moment. Except my sister’s room, she decked that out. She’s staying with me for the time being. Though she’s not here right now. Not that … uhh, come in?” He realised he was still standing in front of the doorway and stood aside so Darius could actually walk in. “I wasn’t really expecting to hear from you tonight,” he admitted, shutting the door closed behind Darius.

Darius: Darius quickly fixed his jacket and hair before knocking on the door, then as he saw and listened to Jesse while he stood on the middle of the doorway he chuckled, then nodded. “Okay, thanks! He took that one step inside and looked around. "Don’t apologize. It’s to be expected when you’ve just moved.” He turned on the spot when Jesse closed the door and shrugged. “I… wasn’t planning on taking you up on that offer so soon either. But I was walking out of Nico’s Deli, only like my favorite italian grocery shop in the city, and figured this was way too good to eat alone. Not… that… I don’t usually eat alone, because I do, but I-” He sighed. “- I didn’t feel like being alone. Don’t know why. Anywayyyy-” He handed him the bag. “There’s prosciutto and some cheese in there, also bread and grapes. And this-” He shook the six pack beer in front of Jesse and chuckled. “So I figure we could eat this on the floor, japanese style, if it comes to that, and I still wouldn’t mind.”

Jesse: Jesse pressed his lips together to suppress a smile and took the bag from Darius. “It’s fine, I know all about not wanting to eat alone. And it sounds delicious… I’m not normally a beer drinker, but I’ll take you up on that. Oh, I have a couch!” He said, sounding pleased for a moment and then realised that the couch in question was still covered in the packaging, “it’s just… well, it only got delivered today and I wasn’t home to unpack it. We can pull all the packaging off and test it. Or I can just get a blanket to sit on.”

Darius: Darius chuckled. “I can help you get the plastic off, but I don’t know you all that well to know you won’t freak out about us eating bread and cheese on it, especially when it’s brand new. But the way I see it, it should be used at some point, right?”

Jesse: Jesse shrugged, “I don’t mind about that. You don’t seem like someone who’s going to drop it all over the couch so it’s fine.” They made quick work of the plastic on the couch, revealing the soft fabric underneath. Jesse never liked leather couches and with this one being a pull out bed for guests as well, they’d opted for fabric, but not suede. “See, easy.” He piled the plastic and Styrofoam up in the corner.

Darius: Darius sat down on the couch while Jesse took the plastic away, carefully placing the food on top of the paper bag he had brought it all in, at least until Jesse would see if he had a cloth, or even a tray they could use. He pulled two cans of beer and left them within reach for when they would be needed.

Jesse: Jesse grabbed a box that was full something, and a tea towel, and set up a makeshift coffee table for them to use and put everything on. Since the box was full it wasn’t likely to cave in. “If Sirius starts whining I’ll let him out of Chelsea’s room, but he was asleep earlier so I just shut the door.” He paused, then realised Darius probably didn’t know who he was talking about, “Sirius is Chelsea’s dog. He’s a good dog, but he’s only a puppy and since he was asleep, I figured he’d be fine in there.” He reached for the beer and cracked the seal. “So you dropped Gabriel off?”

Darius: Darius laughed and nodded. “I kinda figured that one out, otherwise I’d be concerned as to why that Sirius dude would be locked up in there. Is your sister a Potterhead? Hence the name?” He fixed the plate with the cheese on top of the box Jesse had put out, also placing the prosciutto plate on it.

Jesse: “This looks really good,” Jesse commented, “I can understand why you didn’t want to eat alone. And mmm, she is. His full name is actually Sirius Black. She shouldn’t have got him, not really. She moved in with me after the whole thing with Rachel blew up, and she had a fight with her roommate… but my old apartment building didn’t allow dogs and then one day she just comes home with a dog. It was a paperwork nightmare, but they let her keep him only because we were moving out shortly after. Shortly after became a bit longer but you know, we’re here. And close to the theatre district, like you said. Couldn’t quite afford to buy before the sale went through, so this is just temporary hopefully.” He reached forward and took a piece of the cheese, “I’m kind of surprised you messaged me though. I would have thought you would have messaged Louis,” he said, trying to keep the hint of jealously out of his voice because that shouldn’t be there.

Darius: Darius fashioned himself a mini sandwich with some prosciutto and cheese. “This place is nice, I like it. And can’t better with it being close to where you work. Gotta appreciate that in a traffic crazy city such as this.” He handed one of the beers to Jesse and opened one for himself, then shrugged. “Your invitation was the first thing that came to mind, I suppose. Maybe it was just the fact that we practically spent the day together, who knows.” He smiled and shook his head. “Nah… I’m sure he had his own stuff to do.”

Jesse: Jesse nodded and glanced around, “I do too. I like the arches, I’ve always thought they were a nice touch. Different, you know? Everything is the same nowadays. Which is fine, they’re nice but…” He shrugged, “I don’t know, if I’m going to stay somewhere - even temporarily - I may as well like right, right?” Taking a drink of the beer, he gave a forced smile, “maybe so. He always talks about you though. He did say you were - and I quote - 'bummed out we didn’t go to that theatre thing’. So I’m sorry. I didn’t want to postpone it, but Chelsea ended up in hospital and it was a complicated weekend. I’m glad we got to go today though. It was … ” He paused, rolling over the piece of prosciutto in his hand, “fun. To spend time with you.” He then added, perhaps a moment too long after, “and Gabriel. He’s a great kid, you’ve raised him really well.”

Darius: Darius snapped his head up a little faster than he would have liked. “Oh. So you think you maybe moving again soon?” He chuckled and shook his head. “That kid, sure likes to exaggerate things” he said, while also making a small mental note about not telling Louis intimate stuff again, since they seemed to be in danger of getting spilled out. “You had more important things to do, and I get that. Family comes first for me too, no matter what, or who.” He took a sip of his beer, then as he put it down again he looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, we liked it too. In a way, it was the perfect way to end my birthday week, which I didn’t think would amount to much at the start of it, to tell you the truth.”

Jesse: Jesse shrugged, “I don’t know. Renting an apartment isn’t really a long term goal, but I don’t think I’ll be moving again that soon. Chelsea and I are planning on doing the nursery and Rachel isn’t due until January. But it’s nice to think about buying another apartment, down the line, you know? Like I don’t look around this place and think forever, but I think it’s perfect for now. Even if now turns into a couple of years.” He couldn’t help but nudge Darius’ shoulder with his own, “see, maybe it all worked out. Instead of just being alone, you get to spend the end of your birthday week with me. And I’m amazing company,” he winked at him, with a laugh.

Darius: Darius nodded, while making himself another mini-sandwich. “Yeah, I get that. I mean, I’ve lived at my place for several years now, and I’ve grown used to it, but next one I buy will be the one to stick, I know it. Bigger, possibly a house, where Gabriel can play around a big backyard, and where I can teach him to shoot hoops one day. I already am, but it’ll be nice not to have to walk over to the street court every now and then to practice, but instead having it at your own place. That’d be cool.” He chuckled. “Yeah. You are quite… an interesting one. Uh- interesting company, I mean. Like I said, it beats spending the evening alone.” He smiled, albeit a bit sad, as he looked down on his lap.

Jesse: “A house would be amazing,” Jesse admitted, picturing a future son or daughter running around and playing like Darius was talking about with Gabriel, “but I don’t know how far I could live from the city with my work. But I think things will be different, when I have a child. The way you talk, I feel like it is.” He noticed Darius looking down and his smile slipped a little, “is interesting your way of saying boring? I know lately I haven’t exactly been the most exciting of company.”

Darius: Darius nodded. “It changes everything, man. If just knowing about felt like it, you can’t even imagine when that moment actually comes, and you’re holding that tiny piece of your own body in your hands, maybe even just one hand because it’s so small… It really gets to you.” He stopped talking when he realized the sting in his eyes and he quickly cleared his throat and drank a good sip of his beer to push it down; he then looked at him and chuckled. “God, no! You’re anything but boring. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone… like you-” He fidgeted with the can in his hand, then frowned. “What’d you mean about that? You’re talking about the way you feel about the Rachel and Quinn thing? It’s not like you weren’t in the right, you know-”

Jesse: Jesse smiled through Darius’ talk about Gabriel, and he couldn’t wait to have that with his own child, even if the situation was arguably complicated. He shrugged, “yeah. I sort of moped around for awhile but honestly, the first time I felt human after Rachel told me about her and Quinn was when I went to Sassy Nights that time, and you made me a drink and some food. I really needed to get out of the house and it kind of forced me to. And you… I don’t now.” He gave Darius a studying look, “I wanted to get to know you better. For that one night, I sort of forgot about Rachel and the whole situation. And it’s been months now, and I’m doing really well. I’m still pissed off, and I wish she hadn’t gone about it that way, but I’m not pining I guess you could say, for lack of a better word. Her loss, right? She’s happy with Quinn - something I can’t avoid seeing and hearing about - why the hell shouldn’t I be allowed to be as well?”

Darius: Darius smiled. “Oh yeah, I remember that night. I never get thaat close or personal with someone when they go in there, you know? I figure that’s the bartender’s job, to hear about someone’s crappy day and all that. But yours was more than a crappy day. You had a broken heart…, soooo… you needed my special sandwich!” He chuckled, then looked down and shrugged. “You never really get totally over a love like that. It only just gets easier, and your heart learns to live with that. And yes, you deserve to be happy, and so does she. Shit happens, dude, and you just get to move forward.” He patted his arm. “That’s right! Her loss will be someone else’s gain.”

Jesse: Jesse laughed, “special sandwich? You make it sound like you spit in it. But I saw you make it, so I know you didn’t do that. And it helped. So thank you.” He downed the rest of his beer in one go, making a face. Now he remembered why he generally stuck to wine. Specifically, red. Though he supposed if he was making a fresh start, trying something different would hardly go astray. And the beer wasn’t bad, it was just something he wasn’t used to. “You talk like you have experience with that. I go back and forth, honestly. There are days when I think I’ll never be over her, and then there are days where I just want to - I don’t know - grab somebody’s face and kiss them and screw everything.”

Darius: Darius put on a serious face and wiggled his finger up. “No no, a magician never reveals his secrets.” He laughed softly, then nodded. “That was the idea” he said, then as Jesse kept on talking and looking elsewhere, he took on his profile. The perfect curve that descended from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lips. His lips… Darius’ tongue flicked over his own a bit, just as he caught Jesse going on about kissing someone, and he snapped himself back to reality and swallowed hard before he talked again. “For me, it took me a while. I thought I’d never find love, or be happy without her. I guess that’s what a teenage love does to you, you think the world will end when it’s over. And Helen- that’s her name, Gabriel’s mom… she was something. But hard as it was I did it anyway.” He chuckled awkwardly, then rubbed the back of his own neck. “That’s usually a good place to start. You know the saying, you have to kiss many frogs before you find your prince, or princess.” His teeth gnawed sslightly on his lower lip, while his stomach was making the strangest flips, and he quickly downed the rest of his beer in one go.

Jesse: Jesse turned to face Darius properly now, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked at him. “I’m sort of over the frog analogy, somebody decided to allude that I was Rachel’s frog and Quinn was her prince… or princess, I suppose. But you’re saying that if I felt like kissing someone - I should just do it?”

Darius: In just one split second, Darius found himself looking right back at Jesse when he said that. “I… don’t see why not? Besides, it’s not only she who got to find her princess. Everyone can… or so I hope, because I’m also looking for mine.”

Jesse: “Okay,” Jesse said, nodding. And maybe it was because he hadn’t had beer in a long time and it was affecting him more than wine was. Or maybe it was the fact he was in his new, unfamiliar apartment. Or maybe it was just Darius himself. But no matter what the reason, he found himself leaning forward more, moving his hands up to Darius’ face, before leaning in pressing his lips against Darius. It was the briefest of kisses, as everything hit Jesse at once. The first person he’d kissed - outside of the stage, of course - in… god, he didn’t know. He wanted to do it again, but honestly, he didn’t even know if Darius… god, he’d said moments earlier he was looking for his princess. Or it had sounded like that. And then Jesse had just kissed him. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I just… you were saying… and then … ” He looked away, biting down on his lip in annoyance at himself. Now he’d probably just messed up the one decent friendship he had been making, outside of his family.

Darius: The moment Darius saw Jesse leaning towards him he felt his whole boddy freezing on the spot, but then when he cradled his face like that it was like a forest fire had suddenly begun inside of him, all the way up to his neck and face. “Jes-” he was barely able to whisper just as their lips touched, and white flash hit behind his eyelids as they fluttered at the brief, warm kiss. And just like that, it was over. A long, deep sigh fell off his lips as Jesse looked away, clearly riled up for what had just happened. “I know what I was saying” he said quietly, then held onto Jesse’s hands on his face before he could move them away. “-and I stand by it” he added, then it was him the one who leaned over and pressed their lips together again, with equal gentleness, but this time letting it linger a couple seconds more.

Jesse: Jesse was all ready to get up, his body ached to start pacing, start apologising, start … he supposed 'freaking out’ would be the most accurate term for it. But Darius covered his hands before he could move and he stared into the man’s eyes that was in front of him. His mouth opened in surprise, but then Darius was returning the kiss, or kissing him again, this time longer. It was suddenly too much, and not enough at the same time. Part of him was telling him to stop now, before he got carried away, and another part of him was saying don’t stop. And he ignored the first, figuring screw it. Maybe he was done with moping about. He probably should have hesitated at the thought of 'maybe’ but instead he shifted closer to Darius and - when the other didn’t pull away - parted his lips slightly in an invitation to deepen the kiss.

Darius: Even if it was what he wanted, and what he definitely didn’t want to stop, some of the still functioning part of Darius’ brain braced itself for the moment when Jesse would freak out and pulled away from him… But that never happened, instead only the soft warm of his parted lips, the moist tip of his tongue picking out shyly for him to taste, and he let his hands slide to the back of his neck, his head tilt to the side to make their lips fit even better. A soft moan escaped his lips when also the armth of their pressed bodies rose between them.

Jesse: Jesse groaned, the alarm bells in his head finally shutting up for a second as his body melted into the deepening of the kiss. He moved swiftly to straddle Darius and … okay. That was new. He’d really come to terms with his bisexuality in college so he had made out with a handful (okay, two) men back then but this still felt different. Back then it was at college parties, alcohol and people everywhere. And it had been years ago. He was nearly 30, and he’d been at college when he was 18 for barely a blink of an eye. So this was different, this felt real. Darius wasn’t Rachel. Darius wasn’t a woman. Darius’ stubble rubbing against his face was a reminder of that and if he’d ever been unsure of his bisexuality before now, he could safely say he was pretty confident now. Because all he wanted right now was more.

Darius: Darius grunted, his body reacting to everything that was happening: the way Jesse’s tongue rolled with his own, tasting, sucking. Exploring. He gasped against his lip when suddenly he felt him sat in his lap, his hands now moving down the man’s chest, then around his waist and on his buttocks, where he merely let his hands rest, their kiss equally hungry, even more now with Jesse’s ass pressing his crotch. “Fuck… You’re so hot…” he was barely able to breathe out between kisses, his teeth tugging slightly on Jesse’s lower lip.

Jesse: Jesse had to switch the thoughts running through his head off in that moment. There was practically a neon flashing sign telling him this was a bad idea, that maybe he wasn’t ready for this. But if he wasn’t, why could he not bring himself to stop. God, the last time he’d been intimate with somebody like this would have been… well, when Rachel got pregnant, he supposed. It wasn’t exactly hard to pinpoint the exact day that happened. Maybe that should have the first warning sign there. Darius’ words snapped him out of his thoughts and he smirked at him, his lips brushing over the other man’s. “I know,” he replied, not being able to resist rolling his hips down, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

Darius: Darius chuckled breathlessly at Jesse’s words, his eyes rolling to white when he felt the weeight of his body pressing down on him, to which he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips up in response. “Of course you do… You fucking do…” He licked Jesse’s lips teasingly before he captured his lips again, his hands now slipping under the hem of the man’s shirt so he could feel the bare skin under it. “You’re sure of this…?” He opened his eyes and looked right into Jesse’s eyes, his own words only then being processed in his brain.

Jesse: Jesse chuckled at Darius’ reply, because of course he knew it. Why would he deny it? Be ran a hand through Darius’ hair, bringing it down to cup his face, feeling the stubble under his hand. When he felt the other man’s fingers graze his skin, he couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped from his lips but then the next words from his mouth snapped him back to reality. He pulled back and looked at Darius, “I’m sure I don’t want to stop. I want to do this. I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re fucking gorgeous. But,” he hesitated, “I’m not looking for a relationship,” he admitted because Darius was a good guy and it wasn’t fair to him to not say anything with the opening he’d just given him. Fuck, Darius looked so good and he just wanted to lean back in and kiss him, but he had to let Darius make the next decision.

Darius: Darius felt at first that perhaps it had been a mistake to ask that, but he needed to know. He was making out with a guy who not too shortly was in love with his ex-wife, maybe he still was. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong about being a rebound, or a one time hook up for the night, but still it was best to know. He chuckled at Jesse’s praise and nodded. “Thank you. I try, you know” he said, then listened to what he said and nodded. “That’s fine with me. I’m not looking for one neither. I’m content with what we’re doing right now, and all the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you since the noment I met you. But that’s all. I take it you’re cool witj that too?”

Jesse: Jesse felt a wave of relief hit him when Darius replied. He knew it probably should have been said even before he kissed him, but at the least it was said before anything really happened. Now the air was clear and they both knew what the other wanted. He grinned and leaned in, “I am. Sounds like the perfect situation we have then.” He closed the gap between them again, not wasting anytime in deepening the kiss, wanting to get back to where they were. “What things? Tell me,” he said, lips against Darius’.

Darius: Darius looked up at him and grinned. “Perfect indeed” he whispered, just as their lips met, his hands now moving to the front and tugging on the fabric. “For starters, I’ve been wanted to know what your skin tastes like under my tongue and lips…”

Jesse: Jesse lifted his arms up so Darius could pull his t-shirt off, not even caring when it was tossed aside. “By all means, don’t let me stop you,” he said with a grin, his own hands working at the buttons of Darius’ shirt, him still wearing the same shirt he’d seen him in hours before.

Darius: Darius licked his lips when he was finally able to see Jesse’s bare skin, his hands caressing his back as his lips pecked the spot on the hollow of his neck, while he left his arms down so that Jesse could dispose of his shirt more easy.

Jesse: Jesse made quick work of the buttons on Darius’ shirt, pushing it open and off his shoulders and arms, throwing it over the edge of the couch. “Fuck,” he couldn’t help but let slip from his lips at the sight of the toned muscles that he could now see. He couldn’t resist but run his hands over them, smirking at Darius, “so you work out, huh?” He grinned, leaning in to kiss him again.

Darius: Darius grinned when he saw the look on Jesse’s face. “I kinda have to. My work is more demanding that many people realize.” He chuckled, then pulled him down by grabbing the back of his neck and kissed him deeply again, also slowly shifting underneath him so that he could lay Jesse on the couch with him on top.

Jesse: Jesse chuckled, admitting to himself he wouldn’t have expect Darius’ work to be demanding when they first spoke. He remembered making some snarky comment about having a business degree and managing a club. Obviously caught Darius’ attention somehow though, now they were here. He groaned when he felt Darius move them, his back against the couch (soft - a good choice, he made a note not to tell Chelsea how he knew) and Darius hovering over him. He cupped the back of Darius neck and pulled him back down.

Darius: Darius looked down at Jesse and smirked. The guy looked so damn hot laying on his back like that. He let himself being pulled down and captured his lips once more before he let his lips roam down his neck, his teeth scrapping softly on the surface of the skin there, his other hand moving down his chest and stomach, barely hovering over his crotch.

Jesse: Jesse gave a sound of annoyance when he felt Darius’ lips leave his, but stopped protesting soon enough when he felt them move down his neck. Feeling bold, he couldn’t resist his hands finding Darius’ ass, resting there. He licked his lips, rocking his hips up.

Darius: With his lips latched on the spot where th nck lost its name, Darius grunted when he felt the friction of Jesse pushing his hips up, then did the same, his whole lower body weight rocking his hips down with some mild rhythm that matched the other male’s, encouraged by the feeling of his hands resting on his ass. With one hand he undid Jesse’s pants enough so he could slip his hand inside, his fingers then brushing ghostly over the briefs on the shape of his member.

Jesse: Jesse sucked in a breath when he felt Darius loosen the drawstring on his trackpants, feeling the other man’s hand slide inside. God, he wanted this so bad but he was almost surprised at the lack of protest from his body or his brain. Maybe it was because he knew neither one of them wanted a relationship so there were no strings, but ultimately he always thought the first time he did anything after his divorce would be wrought with confusion. Even more so given Darius was a man and he hadn’t done anything - save for a couple of forgotten nights in college that were barely more than making out. But there was nothing confusing about this, he wanted it and he definitely didn’t want Darius to stop. “Fuck… please…” He rocked his hips up to meet Darius’ hand, closing the barely existent gap.

Darius: Darius smiled against the skin of Jesse’s throat, a small, barely visible red spot forming under his lips. “Please, what? Use your words. You’re always so witty and vocal, use that…” He chuckled softly, his tongue tracing the shape of the mark, while his hand gave a sfot squeeze to the lengt shape on his briefs.

Jesse: Jesse looked up at the ceiling and for a few moments, didn’t move or say anything. He just let the sound of their breathing be the only sounds in the room. “Fuck you,” he said, with a laugh and no heat behind his words. Darius was teasing him and it was driving him insane. “Please,” he started, with groan when Darius’ hand gave him a slight squeeze, trying to rock his hips up to him again, “you’re a tease.” He huffed, his hands still touching everywhere they could, “touch me, please.”

Darius: Darius chuckled. “Oh I’ll leave that to you… one day, some day…” He didn’t have any reaason to drag on any longer, no matter how much he loved the sounds Jesse made while begging for more . He moved his hand right under his briefs, his thunb gently swiping the tip before he closed his hand around his cock, stroking hom slowly at first.

Jesse: Jesse didn’t really register Darius’ words, knowing that whatever said was likely just being caught up in the moment. Because if he had been paying more attention, he wouldn’t have been sure what to make of the suggestion they’d be doing this again. There was no time to dwell though, with Darius’ hand wrapping around his cock and his hips jerked in response. He had almost forgotten what the touch of somebody else’s hand felt like, how better and different it was from his own. “Oh… fuck,” he groaned, hands gripping into Darius as he started to stroke him. “Wait… wait… I want - you too.” He reached between them, fumbling with the button of Darius’ trousers, while the other still stroked him.

Darius: Darius licked his lips, his hand slowly working up and down Jesse’s cock while his usually bright eyes looked darkened with the lust that now filled his body up, with seeing the man that had taken over his dreams at night lately, and to finally get to feel him in that way was more than just mesmerizing. He grinned when Jesse said he wanted to do the same to him, and he pushed himself up a bit to leave him space to undo his pants, all this without him missing a beat in the rhythm his hand had. With both their hands being where they were at the moment he leaned down and captured Jesse’s lips again, his tongue soon prying its way between his lips to reclaim that moist, warm feeling he liked so much.

Jesse: Jesse slid his hand under the waist band of Darius’ briefs as soon as he got his trousers undone. There was a moment when they shifted their bodies to get comfortable, but Darius never broke the rhythm of his hand on Jesse’s cock - damn him. When he finally got Darius’ cock in his hand, the sudden realisation hit him that this was the first time he’d had another man’s cock in his hand. In his college days he’d gotten off with exactly two other men, but it had been while they were drunk, and it had never been under the clothes. So here, in his new apartment, was the first time. And it was both overwhelming and exhilarating because after he got back together with Rachel, he’d always just assumed it was going to be a part of him he never got to explore. It took his brain just a couple of moments to catch up to the present, and he began stroking Darius, slowly at first before matching his pace. He groaned into the kiss, hoping the way was moving his hand was right - it was a different feeling, with somebody else’s and not his own. “Mmm… fuck,” he said, brushing his lips over Darius’ as their tongues slid against one another’s.

Darius: Darius gasped against Jesse’s lips when he first felt his hand closing around his cock, making him stop his own hand forjust half a second, then he looked into his eyes and grinned, his tongue swiping its way over Jesse’s lips, as his hips bucked into his hand, both of them now kind of laying half on top of each other to be more comfortable. “Mm.. fuck, yes… ah…” He bit his lip down, his forehead pressed hard down on Jesse’s, their bodies now slowly getting into a steadyrhythm, marked by the movement of their hands.

Jesse: Jesse had to resist the urge to ask Darius if this was okay, judging by his reactions and body language it was. He’d honestly never thought he’d second guess himself as much as he was in this moment, though he supposed there was a first time for everything. Their bodies rocked together as their hands worked in a consistent rhythm but Jesse could feel the now slightly distant, but still familiar tug in his stomach looming already. It felt embarrassingly quick, but he chalked it up to the fact that a) Darius was a man, and this was new and different and b) he hadn’t had sex in months, and even before Rachel and he separated, their sex life hadn’t exactly been frequent.

Darius: Darius moaned and lowered his head, pressed it on Jesse’s shoulder, as his hips kept rocking down on the hand, his own one moving swiftly on the man’s erection, which he could already feel throbbing inside his fist. He twisted his wrist just right to give it the exact amount of friction and pull, his lips once again finding their way up Jesse’s neck, only this time he used his tongue to trace a wet stripe all the way up to the spot behind his ear.

Jesse: Jesse gasped, his body writhing under Darius as the man flicked his hand in a way that was just enough for Jesse to reach the edge. “Oh… oh …. fuck,” he groaned, and for a second his hand on Darius stilled as his body jerked up into Darius’ touch as his climax hit him, waves of pleasure rushing over his body. But it was only for a moment, before his hand started stroking Darius again, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock.

Darius: Darius pulled away just enough so he could see Jesse’s face as he came, and it was gorgeous. So deep, and so hot at the same time. It somehow pained him to know maybe that was all they would do for the time being, but for now it was enough. He stroked him through his high, his hand moving a bit slower, just as Jesse regained his rhythm on his hand, lost for about two seconds when his climax hit. He grunted when he felt the slick dripping under the touch of his thumb, his lips pressing on Jesse’s one more time, almost swallowing all the breathless panting the other was doing. He managed to shift on top of Jesse again, his hips now fully moving as if he was fucking his hand.

Jesse: Jesse’s body thrummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, but all the while he kept moving his hand on Darius’ cock, trying to imitate what he knew he liked, while the other rolled his hips into it. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he couldn’t help but say, his voice breathless and almost in awe.

Darius: With his forehead pressed against Jesse’s, Darius looked right into the man’s eyes, grunting as he kept rocking his hips onto his hand. “I know” he said with a smirk on his face, just like Jesse had done a bit earlier, then moaned as he kissed him again, his body suddenly jerking as his hand continued to work him perfectly. He gasped against his lips, his own parted as he breathing became a low growl, then his body went rigid for one second, before he finally came in Jesse’s hand. “My god…” he breathed out, then he chuckled before he kissed him again, both of them now moving slowly through the final ripples of their climax, until they stopped and just laid there, still. “Fuck, that was hot… mm…”

Jesse: “Mmm,” Jesse hummed lazily in agreement, kissing Darius slowly. “It was.” He laid there, Darius still on top of him, and for a second he couldn’t believe he’d just done that. It felt… unlike him. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it even in the slightest. Neither one of them were looking for a relationship, and maybe it had been exactly what he needed. At least for now. “There’s, uhh, tissues on the counter there,” he said, after a few moments of quiet - only the sound of their breathing - had passed.

Darius: Darius turned his head to look where the counter was, then back at him and smiled. “That’s a good call” he said, then he pulled away from him and sat up straight, quickly grabbing the tissue box and handing a couple to Jesse and for himself, and after they were cleaned up and all tucked back in he looked at him and grinned. “So… How about another beer, hmm?”

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