HOUSE OF WOLVES

For when you want to make something (like a graphic, playlist, drabble, etc.) that doesn't include your character!

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That’s a Wrap!

House of Wolves’ first ever Secret Santa is over! Thank you all so much for participating, making great gifts (really great gifts) and making it pretty easy for me to run it. I hope all of you had fun and it was a good time for you too.

Thanks again!

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A universe where Elliot and Tucker work beside one another--the former at a florist and the latter at a pub. The two don't necessarily get along the best... until one day, they do. A friendship blossoms over a mutual love of black coffee and punk rock.

To: Mowgli~ (@itselliotwitch) From: Bonzo! (@tuckerfalkenrath) Rating: G Content Warnings: none

Maker’s Note: I had originally planned for an actual piece of writing to go along with this, but unfortunately my real life got in the way of me finishing it. (Once it is actully done, I will post it, though, just because!) I hope it translates well enough through the gifset! Happy holidays, Mowgli! ♥

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The Blond Pirate (PG)

To: Jer (@paxton-aeterna) From: Ang (@horatio-brassington) Rating: PG Content Warnings:

Title: The Blond Pirate Maker’s Note: I hope you enjoy it. I tried to make it more open ended. I had fun writing it, but I’m not sure how good it is. I was also afraid of not writing Paxton right. I hope you like it though. :D

Horatio awoke to a dark room to a thump and a crash. His breath felt constrained and stifled as he took a sharp breath in. Odd, he thought to himself as he tried to move his hand to his face only to find that it was stuck to something else. A quick little cough came from him. It felt as if he was just breathing the same hot breath over and over again. With careful deduction skills, Horatio was sure that his head was covered and he was God only knows where.

He could not even remember the last placed he was at last. He could not even remember where he was prior to all of this. All he knew was that he was carefully on his own ship by the king’s order and the next thing he knew he was somewhere else with a sack over his head, his hands tied around some pole.

Embarrassing, he thought to himself. The first time he was manning a ship and here he was captured. What would he tell the king once everything had gone over or if he were to die, what would his parents think of the situation?

Horatio let out a defeated sigh just as he felt a tug into his hands. “Mind how you handle me,” he muttered without much thought to who may be tugging him. Though, it did not matter if he died or not. He already failed the king and lost an entire ship. At least he would go as a martyr.

“Mind your words. You never know who is helping you,” the voice came from behind Horatio. He could only assume it was the person who was attempting to untie his hands. It sounded like a man, maybe his age. He would not be able to tell unless he got a good look at the man. His voice was soft, whimsical. If it was not for the obvious youth in his voice, he would expect it to come out of a wise, older man.

A sharp, cold object graced along Horatio’s wrists and flicked upward releasing his hands. Quickly, as he stumbled forward onto the ground, he pulled off the and was greeted by only a sliver of light that was given by the open door.

Horatio looked up at the man who set him free. Old, water tainted jewelry laid around his neck and unmaintained blonde hair flowed down to his shoulders. His clothing had not seen a good wash in what must have been a good few months. A pirate, Horatio assumed by the mangy boots and the tattered trousers. The opposite of the well dressed uniform he had on. Though, in whatever happened before left it slightly dirty and torn with blood scattered around the neck of his shirt.

Horatio stood up from the ground, pushing his light brown hair out of his eyes. “I demand to know who you are,” he stated, unsure if he had his sword or not. If the other man was bound to hurt him, he would have done it already.

With no answer, Horatio was pulled from the room. A brawl was taking place on the ship’s deck and he was being haled along with this stranger. “I demand to know who you are and where you are taking me,” he stated one more time, sterner than before. His brow contorted together as he glared at the man.

The blonde man stopped, throwing a rope his way and kept one in his own hand. “Climb and I’ll tell you who I am later. For now, I’m getting you off of this ship,” he said quickly.

Horatio caught the rope in his hand, watching as the man climb his rope. He followed up as they climbed the mass of an unknown ship. After climbing a few feet, the blonde man pointed to the adjacent ship. “That one there is mine,” he said, swinging on his rope to gain momentum. “You will be safe on there. My crew an’ I keep a watch for the scoundrels of the sea. This crew we have been tracking for quite some time. Lucky we found you in time.” He looked over at Horatio and let out a little laugh. “If you want to get over to my ship, you have to start to swing a bit. Or you’re bound to die here or fall in the water.”

The only thing Horatio could really think of was comply. He could die with his ship, but for all he knows it could have sank already. He swung himself on the ropes and promptly jumped at the other man’s request. It would be the only way to survive the situation.

His landing onto the ship was awkward. He managed to get his feet under himself, but his torso flew faster than his legs, causing him to topple over when he finally landed. Yet, the blond boy was completely fine. This wasn’t his first pirating, obviously.

Horatio stood up and dusted himself off and put his hand on the blond man’s arm. “Now, inform me who you are,” he started, placing his hand under the buttons of his jacket. “I am a captain in the king’s navy and I have the right to know.”

“You can call me Paxton. An’ there is no need to be all high and mighty here. You’re not part of the king’s navy anymore. I’m sure your ship sank. Meaning they probably think you died with it.”

Horatio blinked at Paxton. “Well, what do you suggest I do then? I have means of going home or need according to you.”

Paxton laughed and held his hand out to the brunette man. “Welcome to my crew.”

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To: Libby (@alexanderhozier) From: Gaby (@william-rath) Rating: G Content Warnings: None 

Title: Hufflepuff Alex Maker’s Note: Happy Belated Holidays!

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To: The lovely May~ (@zoeyates-how) From: Holly~ (@the-tylerenvest) Rating: G

Maker’s Note: Just a very Merry Christmas to you, May! And hopefully a good New Year too!

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To: Anna (@lanaswann) From: Noel (Pinch Hit) (@vilcuks) Rating: G Content Warnings: None

Maker’s Note:  Hope you like it, Anna! 

Poem credit.

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To: Teddy (@the-trickster-lioness) From: Anna (@tuesdaysullivan) Rating: G

Title: Happy holidays, Teddy! Maker’s Note: While desperately searching for gifs of Diego Boneta, I realise how many were sooo low quality, and how few there were. So I gathered what I could find, made them better quality, and I also made 40+ gifs, so here’s a gif hunt with 159 gifs. I also made a graphic thing for Katie, bc Katie is my babe <3 Happy holiday, Teddy darling, I love you! <3

Link to gif hunt 

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To: Noel (@vilcuks) From: Lisa (@clem-priddy) Rating: NC-17 Content Warnings: none Title: The Witches blow the joint Maker’s Note: I listened to a lot of Sharon Needles, Panic! At the Disco, VersaEmerge and Fall Out Boy while writing this. Enjoy!

Spinning drumsticks laced themselves through Dylan’s fingers. Clem watched carefully, Dylan pacing slowly back and forth in the wide space of the theatre wings. Her own heart was in her throat, the loud thumping only somewhat dulled by the din of the warm-up band’s last set. It was the first night of their headline tour. It was a sell-out; more dates had needed to be added and those that were had sold too. 

They were both nervous. More nervous than that time they performed at the Brit Awards earlier that year. The small press tour they did for their gigs was fun - exciting and something new - but they had their last interview that morning, and since then realisation of what they were actually doing had sunk in. Clem rolled her leather jacket sleeves up to her elbows, a desire to distract herself from her nerves. They had done their vocal exercises already and her hands felt useless without a guitar. “Can ya stop pacin’, bach?” she asked, aiming the question towards Dylan.

“No,” she said, continuing with her pacing, “keeps me calm… and I know it makes you nervous, Cee.”

Clem smiled and let out a short laugh, a small amount of her anxiety lifting away with it. Dylan could always make her feel more at ease; she didn’t really know how but she didn’t really care. They had come a long way in just two years, from practicing in their university rehearsal room to picking up a manager and performing on live television. From then on the rest is history.

Before they knew it the warm-up band had returned from stage. It’s lead, Katie, walked by the two of them, saying as she passed, “All yours. They’re pretty fired up for you.”

Taking a shaking breath, Clem nodded, “’course they are… besides, everyone knows the lead is the hottest one.”

Dylan stopped and looked at her bandmate. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nah,” Clem replied, shrugging.

“It’s common knowledge the drummer is always the hot one of any band. Look at Paramore, Fall Out Boy; all the hot ones are the drummers.” Watching Dylan wiggle her drumsticks at her as she walked closer, Clem scoffed and batted one away from her chest playfully, “I’ll let ya believe that, chick. Maybe just this once.”

Dylan moved quickly, wrapping her arms around the Welsh girl’s back and trapping her there with her drumsticks. They were pressed up against Clem’s ass as Dylan pulled their hips closer together. Dylan was several inches shorter than her friend, looking up at her through fringe-tickled eyes. “Now why don’t you use that adrenaline on something other than nerves?” she asked.

Clem’s heart pounded three-fold. “You’re evil, ya tease,” she managed to say in a husky voice.

“Only because you want me to be,” Dylan replied, unwrapping her arms from around Cee’s body and started to walk away slowly, a smug look plastered across her face that needed to be removed. Reaching out, Clem grabbed the back of Dylan’s jeans, pulling her close so that their bodies pressed against each other. With her free hands, she reached up, threading her fingers through Dylan’s soft hair and pressed their lips together, swiping her tongue across the girl’s bottom lip to tease her, adding a bite to go along with it. Dylan pushed back with the strength that always caught Clem off-guard, simply because of her size. Hands pushed underneath tops and down the back of underwear, squeezing and digging nails into any flesh they could get a hold of. 

Someone tapped Dylan on the shoulder, causing her to pull away reluctantly and death stare the culprit; the stage manager. He gestured to the stage and told them they were on. Both their hearts continued to pound as they looked at each other quickly before walking onto the pitch black stage. Just as Dylan was to sit down on the small cushioned stool behind her drumset, Clem gave her a mischievous smack on the bum as she scurried past. She stood in front of the microphone stand, picking up her guitar and slinging it across her body. 

They had rehearsed this a hundred times. What they hadn’t rehearsed was the packed room of people who had paid to see them behind the thin black-out screen at the front of the stage. The moving, coloured house lights highlighted faces waiting patiently as the club’s playlist filled the air. The current song was slowly coming to an end. Dylan looked across at Clem and caught her eye, “Ready, Cee?” she mouthed. Managing a nod with an air of ‘let’s fucking do it’ before the music stopped and house lights went out, they both felt the atmosphere change drastically. It was filled with anticipation, from both themselves and the crowd. The people in front of them suddenly becoming boisterous at the sudden lack of noise. 

It was seconds away. 

The backing track from their first song started to trickle into their ears.

As Dylan pressed her foot rhythmically down on her foot pedal and set the tempo of the song, lights blazed suddenly from above her, illuminating her head, shoulders and drum kit in a pure white light. The black vinyl cover of the bass drum vibrated every time the beater pounded it, their band name pulsating with it’s red colour at every beat. The crowd was screaming above the noise of the music. Clem strummed along at her cue, the guitar strings vibrating under her fingers. The second she whispered lyrics into her microphone, a light above her grew slowly and covered her with light in a similar way it had done to Dylan. As she sung, their crescendo grew to it’s peak. 

They stopped simultaneously. 

A silent beat.

The lights flashed brighter and the stage filled with colour, the chorus of their song flooding the club with noise and light. The crowd screamed and the two could seem them all thrusting their arms to the rhythm of the song. The energy was intense and they both used it to their advantage, moving with their instruments and pounding music out like their lives depended on it… because it always did. 

They were going to deliver an unforgettable show, tonight and all the nights following.

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To Gaby (@soledad-archer) From May (@zoeyates-how) Rating PG-13 Content Warnings Possible adult language Title: Solo la Soledad Maker Note: A fanmix for Gaby, inspired by Sol. Todos en espanol, mixing folk and indie elements. My Spanish is very lacking, so I tried to keep songs lyrically relevant, but who knows. This was actually so much fun to put together, because I discovered several new artists in my pursuit of songs, and discovering new music is the best <3

Vamanos Negrito/Natalia Lafourcade – Maquinas Sin Dios/Camila Moreno – No Quise Mirar/CarlaMorrison – La vida no es facil/Ximena Sarinana – Tu Mama Te Mato/Camila Moreno – Apague Mi Mente/Carla Morrison – El Mar/Ely Guerra –  Corazon/Francisca Valenzuela – Paula Ausente/Marta Gomez

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To Gaby (@william-rath) From May (@zoeyates-how) Rating: PG-13 Content Warnings: Possible adult language Title: A (Rath) Boy’s Life Maker’s Note: Fanmix for Gaby. Aiming to narrate Will’s life from start to present. Enjoy!

When I Grow Up/Fever Ray – Nothing to Worry About/Peter Bjorn and John – Rococo/Arcade Fire – Ask Yourself/Foster the People – Wait/M83 – Pieces of What/MGMT – Love Will Save Your Soul/Grouplove – Get Some/Lykke Li – Be a Body/Grimes – Everything is You/Empress Of – Tides/The xx – Should Have Known Better/Sufjan Stevens – Every Tear Disappears/St. Vincent – It Don’t Move Me/Peter Bjorn and John – Wasting My Young Years/London Grammar – Brain/Banks – Hiding Tonight/Alex Turner – Young Lion/Vampire Weekend

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❝Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.❞ - n.g.

To: Autumn From: Jer Rating: Gen Content Warnings: Themes dealing with emotional manipulation.

Maker’s Note: <3

❝ Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t. ❞ - n.g.

a mix for eaton williow, who used to have the kindest eyes. something else lives there now. call it a forest fire or a waiting beast if you like. can metaphors make this any less terrible or beautiful? either way, the heart of her is hunger.

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To: Ang (@ariel-kim) From: Noel (@vilcuks) Rating: G Content Warnings: flashing gif, flames

Maker’s Note: I really hope you like it, Ang! I truly enjoyed making this. It was a lot of fun (even the pulling-out-my-hair-if-this-doesn’t-work-now things) and I had a really nice time getting to know Ariel, too.

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To : Sarah (@tuckerfalkenrath) From : Teddy (@boy-of-beasts) Rating : PG-13 Content Warnings: None Title : The Kiki's Delivery Service AU Note : For Sarah, you are a light and this for you my darling.

Witches and Wizards leave for a year as children to specialize in a specific field of magic, Justin Grant is an animal whisperer, and Tucker Falkenrath is a Seer who lives in London. They’d been friends for many years and often communicate through text and calls.

“Hello, Grant Creature Whisperers, Justin speaking can I help you?” Justin spoke into the earpiece while sitting with a particularly sick lamb.

“I’m outside your door.” that ever-familiar accent jarred him

“I’m sorry what?”

“You said ages ago that I needed a vacation, this is me taking a vacation.”

“I’m in the barn.”

“You’re always in the barn, where is your key.”

Justin sighed, “It’s taped under the floor-mat, I’ll be inside soon.”

The phone-line went dead and Justin idly wondered what had his friend knocking on his door on a Wednesday morning. He didn’t know that Tucker even knew what mornings were. Rubbing a hand across his face he gently laid the lamb down on a soft bed of blankets and opened a channel between their minds so he could keep a watch over the creature. Wandering out of the barn and up to the backdoor of his home he wrinkled his nose at the sight.

Already Tucker had made himself at home, smoking a cigarette and had a very large bottle of vodka already unscrewed, his knapsack against the wall, there was red around the edges of his eyes and he looked like shit.

Justin said as much as he sat down and opened his water bottle and took a quick swing.

“It’s gone.”

“What’s gone? Your endless supply of spliff? That why your smoking nicotine instead.” Justin made a face and waved some of the smoke away.

“No, I can’t See anymore.”

Justin sat still for a moment. “What?”

“I can’t make a single prediction, can’t see the future, not even a fleeting image. It’s gone, I spent the last week making up bullshit to my clients, then I came here. I didn’t know where else to go. Maeko is off with her flight service and it’s been… weird between us, Paxton is somewhere in the Amazon ‘finding himself’,” the pair shook their heads at the thought of the blonde,” But even then I dunno… it’d be weird.”

“So you came here.”

“You always say I never visit and it’s just shit right now. Everything. Maeko, the Sight, fuck.” Tucker closed his eyes and let out a long shaky breath.

“Any idea why it’s gone.”

“I don’t know, it was there one day, then poof, nothing. I’m feeling awful.” Tucker took another long swing from the tall bottle of vodka. “Just a piece of shit I am.”

Justin made a face and stood, suddenly stormy and he plucked the cigarette from his mate’s fingers and tossed it into the fireplace.

“You could have said not to smoke in the house….” Tucker drank deeply again from the clear bottle.

Then it was gone as well, the foul smelling alcohol spilling over his shirt as Justin tossed the drink into the fireplace and then lit up a match and lit up the fireplace. There was a dull boom and a roar of flame, luckily Justin long ago had his house and barns charmed against fire.

“Oi! What the actual fuck mate!” Tucker stood trying to ply the shirt off his head, getting tangled in the armholes as Justin strode over to his knapsack and began to ruffle through it and began to toss out nice sized baggies of various pills and drugs. “What the hell are you doing with my shit!” Justin flung it into the fire, the foul smell entering the air before he strode over, Tucker managed to get out of his shirt. Justin reached back a fist and smacked it into his stomach, it didn’t quite hurt, but it stung.

“You are drinking too much. Smoking too much. You’re taking too many drugs and you’ve let yourself fucking go, look at yourself in the mirror, you look sick. It’s no fucking wonder your power went away, a sound mind resides within a sound body and your powers are based in your mind Tucker. Now, you are not gonna stay here and bloody drink and drug your way into a mess. This isn’t a goddamn pity party. So right now, you’re gonna go shower, clean your clothes, sleep for a bit got it?”

“I hate you.”

“Whatever, you know where the guest room is.”

Tucker didn’t know how long he slept, unknown to Justin he’d started drinking the night before before managing to get out to his farm that morning.

But certainly Tucker didn’t expect a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Up! Get the fuck up. There horses aren’t going to feed themselves!” Justin was shouting in his ear and Tucker rolled over, hitting the hardwood floor with a wet thud.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUSTIN.”

“You’re gonna be outside, dressed and ready to go. You’re working with me today and everyday you’re gonna be here. There is no drinking except on Sundays, if you wanna smoke you gotta go to town, there are no pills allowed at all.”

“Why–”

“Cause you need to get back in shape you fool, so you’ll be working everyday except Sunday.”

“Can I get some food first?”

“After the animals are fed, up and get dressed don’t make me strip you down.”

It had been three weeks since Tucker joined him on the farm, the first week was hell, buckets of ice-water, literally dragging Tucker outside, Tucker at one point throwing up on the side of the barn after lifting and carrying bales of hay from the fields to the barn. There was a lot of yelling, and Justin didn’t know so many things could fit into his ass. At one point Justin was sure Tucker was going to throttle him with a bit of rawhide, or even run him through with a pitchfork.

The second week was easier, Tucker could go longer, faster, and during the middle of the week when he went to go get Tucker up he found him already lacing up a pair of boots. He threw up once more, but then again Justin wasn’t very good at cooking…  

Week three was when things started to get going, no longer was Justin behind schedule at the farm, if anything the extra help was getting the work done faster and Justin began to work with the puppies he’d breed and helped birth over the year and Tucker was more than happy to help with the wolf-hound pups that were shaggy and tumbling over their own paws.

The pups were all over the floor, clambering onto the couch and extra chairs, Tucker himself was reading in the corner, some book or other about Seeing that Justin didn’t care much to ask about. There was a wolf-hound pup that took a shine to Tucker laying across his lap, panting as the Seer idly pet him when suddenly the book dropped and Tucker’s hand went to his head and he let out a sharp gasp.

The dog began to whine and lick at Tucker’s white-knuckled hand.

Then Tucker gasped and stared at him, “I Saw–”

Justin was on his feet in a second, “What did you See?”

“Death, lots of people, someone goes mad. I don’t know who though, there is a war coming Justin.”

“But you Saw–”

“I wish I didn’t.” Tucker snapped at him sharply, “This isn’t some marriage or a child, it’s death, blood and magic.”

“So it’s not–”

“It’s a war between us, the magical.”

“I know the turf wars have been getting bad, but certainly we won’t go to war. I mean there isn’t even technically a governing body, just traditions.” Justin sat at the edge of the couch, the wolf-hound pup snuffling into Tucker’s shirt.

“I don’t know, I didn’t recognize anyone, maybe it’s a far Future, maybe it’s what might happen. It’s never sure what I See, it may not even happen if someone makes a different choice.”

“So… what now? Your powers are back.”

“I think… that I should stick around for the rest of the summer. At least until these pups are grown.” Tucker stroked back the fur of the wolf-hound, “Though my cat doesn’t really like him.”

“I’ll speak to your cat, they’ll reach an agreement through me.”

“Still cool you can do it mate.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence came across the room, the pups yipped and nails scratched across the wood.

“You think–”

“We’ll be fine, everything will be fine Tuck.”

“If you say so Justin.”

“Well… lets go to town for some dinner yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

The summer ended swiftly, Tucker shoulders his knapsack, he was visibly slimmer, stronger arms and his shirts were baggy and long on him.

“I’ll visit London soon mate, maybe over Christmas.”

“You should, I heard Thorne and Whitting are throwing a massive party at their place in Bristol.”

“Good so someone is gonna die.”

“Come one they’re not that bad.”

“Their last fight went from a mild prank war to them winding up under a Healer’s hand you know.”

“Yeah well…”

“See you at Christmas.” Justin clapped his hand.

“Not if I See you first Grant.”

“Try to stay out of my future Tuck.”

“Ya, ya.”

Tucker left waving a hand and headed towards the highway to catch a bus. Justin watched as the wolf-hound trailed him, the dog had refused to leave Tucker’s side and Justin was more than happy to give the dog to him. Justin ran his hands through his hair, Summer had gone well, but Tucker’s visions were getting more and more random. Images of blood and war, too many dead. It was worrisome and Justin was worried over Tucker. But little could be done, he was a Seer, this was what came with the territory.

But still… worrisome, but it was a good summer. Tucker got his power back.

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Maybe He's Born With It

To: Holly (@the-tylerenvest) From: Maddi (Pinch Hitter) (@loxley-blair) Rating: PG-13/R Content Warnings: 

Title: Maybe He’s Born With It || The Farm AU Maker’s Note: From Maddi, to Holly xx (sorry ((that I’m not sorry)) it’s so long)

It took more than six months for Loxley to be convinced into cutting his hair. At first it had been outright refusal, followed by unshakable stubbornness.

Six months of working on the farm had him properly growing into his body, and he stood taller than before. Summer rolled around, turning him from a pale, skinny boy into a tanned, muscular man.

It also meant his sweaty hair fell directly into his eyes, which stung and annoyed him.

He gave in.

“I don’t see why I can’t just cut it myself.” He mumbled grumpily at Tyler, who seemed far too excited as they walked through the busy London street. He practically skipped.

“You’re barbaric. Jeremy has been so kind to go out of his way to make you an appointment. Why can’t you just show a little bit of gratitude?”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Then I don’t see why you have to be here.”

Tyler spotted the small shop and flashed an easy grin. “To make sure you go through with it of course. Stop dawdling!”

~

He inspected his hair in the mirror with a deep set frown while the hairdresser, Tyler, and Jeremy all looked on encouragingly.

She had cut it back down so it sat only a few inches from his scalp. Longer in the front, but not enough to curl like it normally did. She’d left none of the shaggy, sun bleached ends. The removal of the length gave his hair a less bleach-blond, more honey-blond appearance.

He looked, he realised uncomfortably, like Jeremy.

~

Standing at the kitchen counter, Loxley looked out the window, lost in thought. He was considering what kind of contraption he’d need to build to adequately water the scaled hydrangeas. 

He was naked apart from the towel he had secured around his hips, his hair damp. He sipped his coffee and felt rather at peace.

“Oh, hello! I didn’t know you were in-”

Loxley didn’t even have time to turn around and remind Tyler that they actually lived together before his towel was ripped away and a hand squeezed his ass.

He cried out and impulsively rounded on his friend and slapped his face, though it wasn’t nearly as hard as he meant it to be.

“NOT. YOUR. BOYFRIEND!” He shouted at a rather stunned looking Envest before storming nakedly away.

Tyler had cried out at the initial realisation too, Loxley’s ass being the last thing he wanted to touch, but had ended up laughing when Loxley looked so grumpy about it. He hadn’t even been able to get a good slap in.

~

It happened when Loxley slept on the couch, and Tyler would nuzzle in, kissing his cheek, and would cop an elbow in the ribs followed by shouting. From both of them.

It happened when Jeremy innocently inspected the bookshelf, only to be shouted at for not putting Loxley’s dirty clothes in the hamper. It was met with confused apologies.

It happened when Miri asked Loxley what he thought Loxley might like for his birthday. When Gilderoy asked Jeremy if his brother Tobias had talked about him at all.

He’d had quite enough of being mistaken for Jeremy, and Jeremy had had quite enough of being mistaken for Loxley.

~

A gasp, a crash, and hands in his hair had Loxley turning around with a smug grin on his face.

“What have you done to your hair?!” Tyler shouted at him as he pulled at the strands, as if trying to pull off a wig.

“I was sick of you molesting me whenever I had my back turned.” He explained with a smug little tilt of his head. “Looks good, dunnit?”

Tyler didn’t look quite convinced, but stood back and tilted his head at his friend to take it all in. “I mean it doesn’t look bad, I suppose. I agree the confusion was getting to be extreme. Poor Jeremy is still reeling over Gilderoy when he said-”

Tyler was cut off by a knock at the front door, to which he walked over to answer. Loxley waited in the living room, but jumped to his feet when he heard a scream.

He found Tyler, looking quite agitated as he tried to pull the dark mop of hair off of Jeremy’s head.

“Oh you fuckwit.” Loxley sighed, rubbing both hands into his dark, curling locks. “Fucksake Jeremy, now we look even more alike!”

Jeremy looked confused as he very gently took a hold of Tyler’s hands and kissed his boyfriend’s knuckles. “Calm down.” He said rather cheerfully, considering Tyler was having an actual meltdown. Jeremy pulled his wand out of his pocket and waved it over his hair, which shimmered and popped back to gold. “It was only illusioned, no need to stress!”

“Oh thank Merlin!” Tyler shouted, throwing his arms around Jeremy’s neck and kissing him rather obscenely. Loxley turned away, and it wasn’t entirely because of the kissing.

“Lox, you can fix your hair too, yeah? No problem, it’s growing out now, I can just get mine cut shorter and yours can be longer, and yours is going light again from the sun and, Loxley-”

Loxley had walked out abruptly and into the bathroom, where he retrieved the empty dye box, came back out to the living room, and threw it at Jeremy.

“Oh Loxley,” Tyler sighed, and Jeremy went to speak. Loxley hissed to quiet them both.

“I don’t even wanna fucken hear it.”

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The first gift will be posted in roughly twenty minutes, and after that there will be one gift at noon PST and one gift at midnight PST until we’ve posted all 13 gifts! If you want to know when that is in your time zone click here for noon PST and here for midnight PST.

Hope you all enjoy your gifts, and make sure to thank your Secret Santas!

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Secret Santa Deadline

The deadline to submit your Secret Santa gifts have now passed; if you haven’t submitted and not talked to me about a extension, expect a message sometime today.  

To everyone who submitted their gifts thank you for participating! Gifts will begin posting on Monday the 11th. Everyday two gifts will be posted on set times, those times will be announced later, until we run out of gifts. Thank you again!

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Gifts due in 12 hours

If you see that you need an extension, even if you don’t end up using it, let me know now. If you need to drop out for any reason, please, let me know (if you can) rather than disappearing. That would make things a lot easier. There won’t be any consequences so don’t be afraid. Send an ask, use the check-in chat or contact me (Noel) by whatsapp.