local lad fights poachers

Justin Grant. 20. Slytherin Alum. 27 Countries & Counting "stay present & nothing will fade"

[justingrxnt]

What’s the most hurtful thing you’ve experienced?

"Last week Maeko told me that I wasn't as pretty as her little blonde wolfgirl, which really felt like an attack out of left field since we were just having a cup of coffee and not even talking about her."

[aurormax]

Max's head snapped up from the stick insect to the laugh, immediately expecting the laugh to have been directed at her. Could they tell her dress was off the rack? Was she wearing last season, or some ousted designer? Instead, the wizard seemed to be transfixed by the bug. She raised her brows, giving an interested hum at the fact about the bug- a bowtruckle, apparently.

She took the plate of nibbles as her champagne collected back in its glass. Max was not oblivious to someone flirting with her, but she wasn't flattered by it. The attention of men wasn't ever something that interested her. "Somehow I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them a bug had caused the scene, and not me. Though I think they're just looking for an excuse to ask me to leave." Max laughed.

She sipped her champagne, then looked over her shoulder, hoping to find Theo. When her friend wasn't nearby just yet, she turned back to the wix. "Are you a magizoologist? I've never heard of a bowtruckle before. Seems... Very specific."

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Justin shrugged, "They don't do much believing around here of anyone that isn't in their circle." A circle that the Grants had once firmly belonged to and then spent the last hundred years escaping except when they needed an influx of cash or a good marriage. He was here by the grace of his blood and relation to Maeko, his eternal date, and now a permanent fixture of a room corner until Maeko wanted to dance or he found a pureblood 'virgin' to tumble in the garden with during the impromptu speeches. Better still when some uptight pureblood boy decided that getting his ass ridden by Justin in gardener's shed was a great way to figure themselves out.

So far, he'd caught the willing eye of three potential liaisons and was debating between each while reflecting on the woman in front of him - dress underpriced, but a good designer, the shoes a bit too practical, but Aurors you could take the cop off the beat... Justin sighed and smoothed the front of his lapel, she was not the worst dressed but certainly not the best with the Shacklebolts strutting about in their golds and purples.

Justin didn't pay much attention, at least that's what most folk thought, his head buried in feathers and furs, more dedicated to magical creatures than wix. But Justin could read, even if he rarely deigned to crack open a book, and the papers were practically screaming of the Auror's woes. "I think they'll want you gone more because they can't pay you. I'm sure plenty in the room dreamed of you in their pocket to grease the wheels when their sons decide to kill their muggle girlfriends or beat their sister's boyfriends for a deflowering. They'll want their lesser half-blood relations in your bed, or worse, in your office learning all the secrets of the Department." Justin grinned, head lolling as the bowtruckle climbed up his lapel, his cheek rubbing against the bug's slick outer shell before it crawled up and into his mop of curls.

"Bit of everything - world traveler, circus accountant, magical creature breeder. But Magizoologist or heir to the Grant Entertainment Group LLC is best for this crowd, but I just like animals, and they like me back."

[aurormax]

The other Auror Commanders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had received invitations for the evening's soiree. They were well-born, their families weren't disgraced. But she was not Commander Maxine Squint, here. She was just Max, brought along only because someone of better stock wanted company.

And aside from her co-workers, and Theo... Max had no idea who anyone here, was. Not personally, at least. She saw their faces in newspapers and knew their names, vaguely, but Max didn't know any of them personally. So when Theo went out to answer an urgent owl, Max was left alone in the ballroom full of rich wix who wanted nothing to do with her.

Max raised her chin and strolled to a table with some prepared refreshments, admiring a champagne tower that was constantly refilling itself, before taking a glass and having a sip. It tasted deliciously expensive, and Max hummed, wishing she could see the bottle to find it in a store some time.

She hummed over the beautifully adorned grazing table, taking a selection of dried fig, cheese and cured meat to taste in one swift mouthful. Max was just about to try another concoction when a green, stick-insect looking creature scrambled across the table, grabbing the dried apricot out of her hand. Max gasped, spilling her champagne as she pulled her hand back.

She looked around incredulously as the creature shoved the dried apricot into its mouth, swelling the little thing's head to almost double in size. She reached for a different piece, but the creature swatted her fingers away, spreading itself over its mount of apricots protectively. "Well, am I allowed any of them?" Max asked, raising her brows at it.

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aurormax​:

The other Auror Commanders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had received invitations for the evening’s soiree. They were well-born, their families weren’t disgraced. But she was not Commander Maxine Squint, here. She was just Max, brought along only because someone of better stock wanted company.

And aside from her co-workers, and Theo… Max had no idea who anyone here, was. Not personally, at least. She saw their faces in newspapers and knew their names, vaguely, but Max didn’t know any of them personally. So when Theo went out to answer an urgent owl, Max was left alone in the ballroom full of rich wix who wanted nothing to do with her.

Max raised her chin and strolled to a table with some prepared refreshments, admiring a champagne tower that was constantly refilling itself, before taking a glass and having a sip. It tasted deliciously expensive, and Max hummed, wishing she could see the bottle to find it in a store some time.

She hummed over the beautifully adorned grazing table, taking a selection of dried fig, cheese and cured meat to taste in one swift mouthful. Max was just about to try another concoction when a green, stick-insect looking creature scrambled across the table, grabbing the dried apricot out of her hand. Max gasped, spilling her champagne as she pulled her hand back.

She looked around incredulously as the creature shoved the dried apricot into its mouth, swelling the little thing’s head to almost double in size. She reached for a different piece, but the creature swatted her fingers away, spreading itself over its mount of apricots protectively. “Well, am I allowed any of them?” Max asked, raising her brows at it.

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Maeko had belly laughed when she saw his ascot, Slytherin green and vines of gold, matching the green-and-gold vine patterned vest that doubled as a men’s bodice, beneath his black suit and black dress shirt. He hated going to these damned pureblood functions, often coming as Maeko’s eye candy but also to represent the every-wayward Grant Clan, here to shake hands with anyone who wanted seats to the show as long as they greased their way through certain countries and kept the ICW off their backs about certain performers, performances, and... associates they had. It was the kind of work Justin hated and had escaped as soon as Maeko was drawn into a dance with some gorgeous brunette he didn’t recognize. Likely someone who wanted a marriage contract or to feel her up, both would result in him hovering with his fists and a soft smile that he’d been told was distinctly scary on his usually genial face.

So he retreated to the refreshment’s table, where several large potted plants resided behind the buffet filled with food so far out of season, country of origin, and frankly made far too ostentatious to be considered real food. But he was mostly interested in the colony of bowtruckles in the plants, several which skittered across the table to make a jump at him, three made it but the fourth had decided to make a detour for a snack right out of another guest’s hand.

Justin laughed low in his throat, “Looks like this guy has made a claim over the whole feast of ‘em,” throwing out a tendril of magic to the bowtruckle, who snapped its eyes towards him. He couldn’t quite mind-speak with insects, even magical ones; they hovered on the edge of his magical purview, but he could exchange general thoughts with them. This one is clear and loud - don’t get crushed. Though, as the woman tried to make another playful grab for an apricot, there wasn't so much as an inkling she'd hurt the creature. “You’ve got a gentle way about you, considered bowtruckles are both mischievous and nervous creatures by nature. Though also vindictive when suited, their bites sting.” Justin grabbed a plate and reached for a few apricots, the bowtruckle skirting his fingers as he plucked them, and a few choice slices of brie, apple, and jam.

“Here you go,” He handed the plate over and wrinkled his nose, pulling his wand out to clean up the spilled champagne, “let’s not get kicked out of these far too fancy digs tonight, darlin’, we’re both too pretty, for such a scene.” He couldn’t help but flirt, rolling his shoulders back. 

[justingrxnt]

Have you ever been in love?

You know, I think love is a strange thing for humans. Humans have a tendency to think of just romantic love as the most important thing in their lives. Humans focus so deeply on the idea of being in love that they forget that so many other types of love fill the mosaic of your heart. Romantic love is fine, it's nice. But I don't know if I find it as rewarding or kind as deep platonic love or the love I have for my family. I don't know if I need romance to complete me in the way others do... I'd like it, but I'm not sure if I 'need' to be in love. I'd be much more interested in having someone who can stand beside me, who can raise a family with me, who can accept the things we can't change about the other and build. I'd rather build and grow with one person forever than try and stay in love forever.

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I want the K~~~~

(I have been saving this for a rainy day & today it is POURING)

Justin + Mae #4 - forehead kiss

Justin was tired, the type of ache that sunk deep within his muscles and into his bones, where his joints were creaking with every step, skin pulled too tight over the remnants of his body. Normally Ranger Missions were fun, enjoyable rushes of adrenaline with his friends.

Normal Missions didn’t result in a dead Ranger but today it did, and instead of staying back with the squad, drinking in their memory he wanted just one thing - no. Justin needed one thing. To be home. So with a round of hugs and a gentle touch along the forehead of the fallen Justin took a series of portkeys home, their allies among the governments greasing the wheels of jurisdiction to drop him off in Diagon Alley. 

Exiting the Leaky Caldron the sun beat down on him, a stark contrast to the humid jungle he’d just left, instead of the howling monkeys and the squawks of birds he was faced with children and laughing adults. The press of their arms against him, their bodies brushing against his - wrongwrongwrong. It pounded into his head with every instant of skin on his, too many human voices ringing in his ears, the shrill sound of industrialization clanging around him.

He surged through the crowd, keeping his elbows in and teeth ground down. He couldn’t very well push children and women from his path, so like the bull Justin plowed through, shoulders in a tight thick line, veins on his neck standing as every cobblestone threatened to trip him.

He passed the emporium, one of the many attendants waving at him for the doorway, beckoning him. They knew he left the country often, were used to him stomping in with his rucksack and trinkets, most of them excited to have been brought a gift or even a story from his adventures beyond this freezing rock Justin created a life upon. But the Slytherin’s eyes smoothed over their form, not noticing how nervous they looked, nor the way they flinched from his dark eyes.

The entry to Knockturn Alley was the same it’d always been, two Aurors posted up for an extended ‘lunch’, not even pretending they were guarding the entry. Roland Sidewinder was grinning at him, an insipid constipated look.

“Animal Boy,” Dios he needed to break this boys teeth one of these days, “password?”

“Fuck you.”

Roland laughed, swinging his wand a bit, a short thing likely similar to his cock if Justin took a chance at guessing, “Well that’s not very nice, besides I don’t fuck men--”

“Not that we’d give you the time of day,” Justin hissed, shouldering forward until their chests were a hairsbreadth away, “why don’t you back up then or I’ll take you down a fucking peg or two.” His veins were popping up along his forearms, knuckles whitening under the pressure of his strength, 

“Threatening an Auror, an officer of the law - tsk tsk tsk Grant, I thought you were smarter than that. But hey, I’ll let it slide if you land me a date with your pretty bestie,” Roland leaned into him, the fabrics of their shirts touching, his breath minty fresh and burning Justin’s eyes, “but maybe it’ll end up being more than a date. I’ve heard Knockturn Alley girls are easy, I bet most of your shitty friends have had her but damn if she wouldn’ be a good fuck--” 

Roland’s voice cut off with a strange and Justin slammed him into the wall, his black peacoat, dropping his rucksack to the ground. 

“If you think I would let your tiny prink within spitting range of my girl then you’ve another thing coming you cretin,” Justin, tugged him closer, their chests colliding while the Auror Captain took on a sheen of panic. His hands scrambling for Justin’s wrist, though they were the same height Justin loomed.

“This is assault fucker--”

“Roland if one more word comes out of your mouth I’m going to spread your teeth all over this goddamn--”

“Justin?”

Both men turned, their cheeks smashing together and they hopped away from each other as if it burned. Maeko was standing there, hair a glorious mess of curls with a grocery bag hanging from the tips of her fingers. Roland straightened out his jacket, messing with his already artfully charmed hair - the prick. While Justin’s chest was heaving, blood boiling over, the flush on his cheeks reaching down his neck and arms covering him in splotching anger.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home for a few days?” her eyes slid over Roland, studying Justin’s tense figure, his breathing coming out in sharp pants.

“I needed to come home.” he strode forward, knocking into Roland with his shoulder, Maeko stood like the mirage of an oasis and Justin wrapped her up tight. He needed to make sure she was real. 

Pulling her face into his chest, cradling the back of her neck with his hands just a few hours ago slicked with blood and morning Amazon dew. Burying his nose into Maeko’s curls he took a long deep breath, inhaling her comforting scent. He could hear Roland huffing then wandering away, until it was just them, alone at the entry to Knockturn Alley, it’s perpetual shadows casting a blanket of protection around their tangled forms.

“You okay?” her nails scratched along the thin cotton of his polo, circling beneath his shoulder blade, skimming the length of his ribs.

“I’m home.” he managed to get out, feeling suddenly childish for how his throat crackled with unshed tears. 

Maeko pulled back, fingers reaching up to muss his sweaty curls, “Did you get sick or something?” Justin shook his head, tilting it forward to receive more of her ministrations, refocusing on the pale planes of her cheeks and the arch of her brow, sucking in her willow limbs and hips. Dragging his hands from the curve of her neck and jaw they settled around her hips, tucking his thumbs into the curve of her belly. 

Maeko smiled up at him, then leaned forward and pressed a butterfly soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering, her hot breath scented with coffee and croissants. Pulling away she tugged on his waistband, “Lets get you home yeah?”

Justin nodded, collecting his fallen rucksack, allowing her to lead them further into Knockturn Alley. But with Maeko’s brusque accent, their hands linked, and the warm patch on his forehead from her lips he knew he was home right now. He didn’t need to go anywhere else, as long as Mae was there he could find comfort anywhere.

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His house was bursting at the seams, Orenda had made a firepit of his garden, Duke growing vines up the side of the building while Belle everyday had taken off on an ‘adventure’ without so much as a coat or understanding that you had to wear shoes. It was enough to drive Justin mad, made even worse by the eyesore that was Youngblood’s van, sitting in the back alley while wizards poked at it with varying levels of interest.

No, Justin needed a break. So he fireproofed the house with haphazard Charms, a class he barely passed, then walked to Maekos. Only to find it empty - fine no matter. Justin had other friends.

Which was why he was sitting, eating an ice-cream cone and conversing with a crow who seemed intent to tell him about the shiniest penny he picked up the other day. Deep into the conversation only he could hear, Justin hardly noticed someone sitting beside him. He offered a smile, and wave, “Hullo, nice day right?” 

[justingrxnt]

( memento )

You'd think after a long childhood spent traveling the world I'd have many mementos, places I've been, things I've seen. I've been to every continent on the planet before I'd ever stepped foot in Hogwarts. It's not a brag, simply stating a fact of my life, I'm well traveled so my chest ought to be filled with trinkets.

The problem with living your life on the road is that things are left along the way. Clothing left in laundromats in Manhattan, teddy bears in snowdrifts in Russia, classwork in Istanbul or Constantinople. My entire life has been a grocery list of things forgotten, left, or lost on the roads meandering through country after country.

But the one thing I've wished I'd never lost was a locket, a simple thing really, the smallest of gifts from a singer that used to grace our stage. The Songbird of the Circus, she was an ancient woman, well into her 150's but her voice was clearer than a night sky in July, brighter than the noonday sun. I could listen to her sing for hours on end, so the day she'd finally retired I cried. I was already nine, my father was so upset with me for crying, talking about how men shouldn't cry, to buck up. But the Songbird gave me a locket, when opened it was charmed to sing my favorite tune right back to me, her voice climbing higher and higher into the air. I wore it for years and years, all the way through Hogwarts. Then I ran a mission with Dimitri, an attack on a mermish settlement off the coast of Norway, I'd managed to get it swept up with the tides, drawn out into the waves and into the ocean in the middle of the damn fight.

I wish I'd left it at home, but like Dad said, men don't cry over sentimental things.

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vilcuks​:

The smoothness of the line took Dylan so by surprise that all she managed was to blink at the man. It was almost sickening that it was working. Shouldn’t she be immune to a handsome face by now? Dylan accepted the nipple clamp with a cocked eyebrow, putting it in her pocket. “Wait, don’t tell me, you’re a lumberjack?” Banter was easy and especially so with strangers. It came in handy in both her lines of work, she had learned, nothing puts wild trolls at ease as much as some witty banter. Accepting the offered hand she stood up again, her shoes protested loudly beneath her. “Manners?” Dylan scoffed out a laugh. “My dude, my man—I work at a sex club.” She deadpanned, her voice a little louder at the end of the sentence. Totally not on purpose. She shrugged. “Respect? Completely necessary. Manners less so.” After collecting the last of her things Dylan took a step closer to the man and leaned just barely into his personal space, enough to smell him. “But, if you’re still offering I will take you up on that coffee.” And with that, she turned on her ruined heel and walked towards the coffee shop she had just exited minutes ago, confident he’d follow.

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Justin grinned as he released her hand, once she was steady on the pavement. “Oh I’m only a lumbarjack only part of the time, when I’ve gotta build an enclosure. I’m afraid you’ll find that my line of work isn’t so back-braking as that. I breed, rear and train magical creatures. Sometimes for a circus which is where the back-breaking work really comes in,” The ex-Slytherin held still as the woman sniffed at him, looking him over with eyes that reminded him of a predator, and himself the prey. A rarity. But not one that was unwelcome, especially from someone with her looks. He’d probably duel someone if she asked him to. So he held still and watched her walk away then sweeping up behind her opening the door with a flourish holding his hand out to held her over the threshold. “Respect and manners, I’m afraid, were quite literally beaten into me. Between you and me,” he leaned his head down, knowing perfectly well how most women reacted to his stubble and strong jawline, especially up close and person, “I’m still afraid of my Mami smacking me with a wooden spoon should I not keep myself in polite standing, sex club worker or his Minister’s sister. Nevermind that she is somewhere in India last I heard, she has a sixth sense for me when I’ve decided to be a bad lad.” He still remembered getting uncanny Howlers from his Mum before the Headmistress could even notify her about her son sleeping in Hippogriff paddocks or getting caught doing something ridiculous with Mae. “Now, what sorta coffee would you like? My treat. I’m a bit of a fiend for a nice cup, and a good assortment of beans, but that’s just coffee snobbery. I’m plain worse about chocolate. If it’s not made from real cocoa then it’s disgusting.”

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I wish I wasn't so shit at expressing how important you are to me. I dunno why you've put up with me all these years.

I'm coming over, someone is getting a hug.

[justingrxnt]

I want you.

Who doesn't.

[casshasfangs]

send me a confession on anon for my muse’s reaction

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the-hobgoblins​:

Maeko gave a snort in response and sipped her own pint. “If he was, that’d be a fuckin’ first…” Normally, Oz was the opposite of a don’t-kiss-and-tell type; normally he was a kiss-and-won’t-shut-the-hell-up-about-it type. So this was unusual behavior, to say the least. 

And, as a rule, Maeko was violently allergic to catching feelings. But if it was Paxton? Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.

She whistled low as Justin sunk his shot, and then her mouth fell open in a laugh of delight. “I’m sorry—you’re telling me that precious pup thanked you for giving him a dicking?” Maeko shook her head as she pondered it, hating to admit she was kind of impressed. Only Justin could have pulled that kind of thing off, and Maeko absolutely loved him for it.

She hopped over to take back the cue, and then had to fight back a light flush in her cheeks that Justin had noticed some of the Hawkins cousins flirting with her. Maeko still didn’t know what to do with multiple, unbelievably gorgeous werewolves vying for her attention at the same time, or if it was all just some big joke. So as a deflection, she turned to Justin and made her eyes exaggeratedly lustful, leaning into Justin’s space and putting her hand on his cheek. “Aw, but Mr. Grant, you know that I like to have you all to myself during our forest shags…” Maeko purred, teasing. And then she shoved him hard in the chest with her other hand, laughing as she said, “…and it was not the whole pack, you muppet! It was like—three, maybe four wolves at the most…”

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“Who knows maybe your equally chaotic half is settling down,” Justin hummed a little, the idea was laughably, neither Oz nor Mae ever had any inclination towards it, or Justin would’ve heard. “Ozzie all grown up ‘nd in a cute relationship, say it ain’t so, they grow up so fast.”

Justin always felt a bit better, looser with Mae at his side, it was easier to breath and as such joke around. “Made him say please too,” the sounds of Jeremy moaning in the alleyway was enough to make him throb a little under his tight khakis. He’d have to pay the Bakery a visit, see if it was still sweet as before. “Precious pup indeed, shoulda heard him, like listening to sunshine in his moans. He was right beggin’ for it, was a beautiful sight,” Justin grinned, smarmy and sure of himself, “of course I should stop talking sex without asking him. Though I’m sure you’d wanna know all the dirty details you fucking brat,” he swatted at her with a grin. 

“Now that’s a right tease, we’ve not had one of those shags in a while seeing as we’re becoming civilized folk,” he snorted as Maeko shoved him away, her push hardly hurt but he still stumbled to entertain her. It’s been a long time since she could wrestle him and win. “Oh ho ho, three or four wolves is that all? Proper orgy in the making there.” Justin wrapped an arm around Maeko, pressing a kiss to her temple, then ruffled her dark curls. “I’m gonna have to head to the gym, in case I gotta fight Glaucus for your honor. Can’t have a mess of werewolves thinking they can dick around with my girl. Oh no, only studs ‘n’ stars for you Mae, my heart of hearts.” He paused, thinking it over,  “So who do you want warming your bed anyway; the radical one, the feral one or the beastie? Or all three? Maybe not at once though.” Just so he knew which he had to train to fight  — as a precaution of course.

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“…so you’re really not gonna tell us all about how chuffed you are to have finally lured our darling Earth Child into your bed?” Maeko said, looking over at Oz skeptically.

Oz rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “Aaaand, that’s my cue, ain’t it?” And then he practically tripped all over himself in his haste to get up and buy them another round.

Maeko rolled her eyes. “He thinks I’m gonna be mad—like I haven’t seen them making snog me eyes at each other for months? Twats…corner pocket.” She lined up the cue stick and then easily sunk a striped pool ball in the corner pocket. She circled around the table, looking for another clear shot, but missed the next one she tried. So she passed the cue stick to Justin so that he could take his shot, and asked with a cheeky smirk, “Say—was that little Lockhart I saw you dancing up on at the party?”

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“Yeah run away when the questioning gets tough,” Justin called after Oz’s retreating back with no heat in his words, he hoped that Oz at least gave Pax a good time. He’d hate to have straighten him out for breaking hearts or something. 

“He’s nervous, its kinda cute, maybe our lad caught some feelings,” Justin stopped himself from hip-checking Maeko as she called her shot, she was better at this game than him, it was annoying. He sipped his beer, whistling a jaunty tune until the pool cue was passed over. “Left center pocket,” it sunk in. “Your talking about Jeremy,” he was playing coy but that game never did fly right with Maeko. She was too busy knowing everything about him to even entertain something like that. “Believe you me I’ve done more than dancing with that boy, and he thanked me for it too. Right corner.” The shot stopped just a centimeter short. 

“Besides, I thought I saw a whole pack of blonde werewolves falling over their feet for you. What’s going on there? You gonna take up with the wolves and go the forest. I’m hurt you didn’t invite me.” He passed the cue over and took a swing from his beer. 

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One person you love, one person you hate, one person you're curious about, and one person you can't live without.

Really loves my family that is for sure, not sure I hate anyone per se but I’m not the biggest fan of poachers, obviously. I can’t live without Maeko seeing as how I’m in her house every two days bothering her and Ozzie. She’s my girl, the best person I know, I’d be pretty lost without her if I’m going to be honest.

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What reminds you of home?

This is going to sound bonkers but cotton candy, when I see it or smell it, damn sends me right back to home. Sometimes hearing a crowd cheer will do it, or the sound of metal poles propping up. Everything reminds me of the circus, at least a little bit.

[jahboni]

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jeremy-lockhart​:

...idk somehow we lost the read more cause tumblr is dumb I’m sorry.

Justin couldn’t help the dark huff that escaped his chest as he finally pressed himself in in in. Still a little too tight, Justin swept his wand and muttered the lubing charm again, it wasn’t unfamiliar territory he’d gotten as many compliments as fearful looks when he’d decided to go in. He knew better than to go in raw, and his goal wasn’t to hurt Jeremy. Unless he asked for it.

“You’re being so good for me, look at yourself, you’re begging. It’s so adorable. Handsome begging boy just for me, I really got the jackpot.” Justin leaned forward, humming, his voice rough with need, the scent of sweat coming between them. “Now relax and hold still for me, I’m gonna take care of you sweetheart.” Justin pushed forward, sinking another inch, then another, Jeremy’s voice continued as symphony around them until he felt himself bottom out. “Look at you... you took it all, you did such a good job,” the darker man tangled his fingers in Jeremy’s sunshine locks, “tell me you did a good job and say thank you.”