Ravenclaw Prince

Valor Marsden. Twenty Five. Ravenclaw. You have forsaken all thelove you've taken. Sleeping on a razorthere's nowhere left to fall.

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It Could Be Sweet || Noah & Valor

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Noah carefully maneuvered around the crowds of people scattered across the pulsating dance floor of Deja Vu. One hand was wrapped around a bright blue beverage for his date and the other held tight to a milky brown drink that he hoped was going to give him a dose of courage tonight. He dipped and moved to make sure he didn’t drop either of the beverages as he made the trek over to the loveseat where he’d left the other male sitting.

He hadn’t been sure that he was going to get a positive reaction when he’d asked the Ravenclaw to attend the party at the nightclub with him but as soon as he had received a response, he’d been on cloud nine. That feeling was only stronger when he saw the man sitting on the edge of the sofa, grinning over at him as he watched him step off the dance floor.

The Slytherin wasn’t the sort to get giddy over a date but he also hadn’t been on a genuine date in a long time. Sure, he and Valor had ended up paired up at the Valentine’s Day thing but actually asking him to go out with him again was different. It wasn’t just a quick encounter in the locker rooms on the pitch or a sleepover that involved him tossing someone out in the morning. 

“Hope they made this right,” he said as he slid onto the couch and presented the beverage to Valor. “Have to admit though, even if it tastes like shit, it was worth it just to order an Adios Motherfucker.” He laughed and took a sip of his own drink, fully aware of his thigh resting against the Ravenclaw’s own. 

He leaned back and rested against the comfortable cushions of the loveseat. “I finally decided on a White Russian,” he continued, energy flowing through him from the atmosphere and the drink. “You can have a taste of mine if I can taste yours,” he promised, figuring a bit of flirting wasn’t going to cause any harm. 

There were a few things Noah knew he needed to get out if things went much further than that, but what was happening right now was innocent fun. Innocent fun with a guy who was smoking hot, which just made the entire situation even better. “I don’t have cooties or anything, so don’t worry,” he promised, offering his glass to the blue-eyed male while maintaining eye contact.

Valor hadn’t anticipated Noah asking him out again, but he wasn’t about to turn down the young man. He had enjoyed their date at Madam’s and wanted to spend more time with him, even though he felt as though he was going behind a certain blue eyed man he tried to fight that feeling off. The two weren’t exclusive so Valor could go out with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. 

He chuckled when Noah slid onto the seat next to him, aware of the feeling of their thighs pressed against each other and did nothing to move away from the touch. Instead he leaned his thigh into it even more so. “Trust me, this blue drink is great. It’ll also knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful.” Valor claimed as he took a drink of it, savoring the sweetness of it before swallowing it down. 

At the name of Noah’s drink, Valor couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the irony of it all.

“I’ve had my fair share of tastes of White Russians.” Valor explained but he was handing his drink over to Noah either way, “But one more couldn’t hurt.” He winked as they swapped drinks, “I don’t either, no cooties to be wary of.” A laugh left him and he took a small sip of the White Russian. It was as good as any other he’d had before it, though he still couldn’t help the almost cocky smirk on his face as he stared at the drink for a moment. “Man this is good.”

He handed Noah’s drink back to him while he took back his own. “The bartender they have on tonight knows what they’re doing. Some of them don’t make a good drink. Just heavy alcohol-” Valor took a gulp of his Adios. “I like to taste nothing but sweetness and then suddenly I’m stumbling to get home. I enjoy a drink that can get me that messy of a drunk.” He spoke honestly, “What about you? White Russians your usual drink or you just wanted something that’ll give keep you going for the night?” He winked.

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“Well I ‘ope ya righ’. Drunken fish an’ chips is me favorite,” he explained beaming. In order to stop his mouth from watering just at the thought of it, he took a few more chips and shoved them into his mouth with a hum. Jack had to admit they were awfully good whether magic was used or not. He’d never been that great at household spells. The Muggleborn had always kind of hoped it would be something that they would teach in school, basic spells that made life easier, but he’d been disappointed that cooking hadn’t been something they’d ever really studied. Jack was a decent cook. He’d had to learn to cook for himself and his siblings at a young age. He relished his time at Hogwarts when everything was done for him. It was truly paradise. No cooking, no cleaning, no taking care of his younger siblings, the house elves did everything, and he was so incredibly grateful when he’d found out about them. He visited the kitchens often during his time at school and brought the house elves gifts when he ran across things he thought they might enjoy. Though it was an entirely different story trying to get any of them to accept anything from him.

“Neva was very good at dose, didn’ get enof practice. ‘m betta off jus’ cookin’ da Muggle way,” he admitted with a laugh. The last time he’d attempted to do anything outside of just basic prep work with magic his kitchen had essentially exploded and he had to spend way more time cleaning than if he had just continued to cook without magic in the first place. He also usually had a roommate or two in order to cut down on rent and that meant having to be really careful about doing magic around the house. Though he supposed now might be a good time to attempt to brush up and finesse his every day skills as well now that he was practicing magic more regularly again.

At the mention of his house and position, Jack suddenly remembered the other male. “Wai… ya said Valor righ’…? I remember ya… I was young den dough, maybe second year when ya left.” It had certainly been some time since he’d thought about the former player, but if he took the time Jack could probably list every single person that played Quidditch during his time at Hogwarts. “‘m a Chasa meself. Ya should cum out some time,” he offered with a smile. He knew that a lot people who’d played while at Hogwarts, hadn’t continued when they’d come back and he understood why. For the most part it was just for fun and Jack wasn’t quite sure that wasn’t the case for him at this point, but he was still trying to figure that out. He regretted not applying himself when he was younger, he was still felt like he was playing a lot of catch up compared to everyone else. “We’ll see,” he responded with a shrug. There was really no telling where he’d end up. He was just trying to stay on top of his work and see if anything ended up speaking him more than everything else. The job world and even the Wizarding World where still a bit of a mystery to him. He just hoped that in coming to University he’d be able to find a way out of the criminal world.

“Yeah…” he chuckled in agreement. “I mean I know she loves teachin’ but dat’s gotta be a lo’. Is she still teachin’ at ‘ogwarts too?” Jack thought that was the case, but he still couldn’t imagine trying to manage that many classes, especially at her age. The courses at Uni were bound to be more much more intensive and that would mean more work to grade. He just hoped that she’d dropped all of her other duties at the school. Trying to do everything would surely drive her to her grave. “Oh… sure…” He found Valor’s enthusiasm a bit odd, but he accepted the paper with a gracious grin. The other’s excitement was a little endearing and looking over the syllabus he was actually quite curious about the course. “I actually migh’ consider it.” He’d never really thought about it before, but it seemed truly fascinating.

“True…” he nodded. “‘m jus’ glad ta be back,” he admitted. He hoped that with time he would somehow find his way forward, but for now it was all very stressful. He was just trying not to let himself get too overwhelmed. He knew it was going to be a lot harder to balance work and school this time around as he was prioritizing school, but he still had to have money for things so he didn’t really have a choice. Plus there were people he owed money to for product and he had to deliver on his quotas or he’d be in trouble with some dangerous individuals.  

Valor had chuckled a bit at his claim of simply cooking the muggle way and nodded. While he did use magic once in a while in his cooking, and it did help a lot, he did prefer the muggle way. He liked to have something to do, keep his hands busy. It always just felt a bit more fulfilling and seemed, to him at least, that the food would taste much better than if he’d relied heavily on magic to do it. But that was just his thoughts on it. “I hear they’re gonna be opening up some cooking classes actually.” He mentioned, “Culinary stuff. Hear it might be available next semester. I’ll be there trying to learn to cook things that aren’t just pastries and bread. Maybe I’ll see ya?” He teased and found himself getting to his feet and brushing his pants clean of any dirt or snow that may have lingered on them. He felt the need to stretch his legs a bit before he had to start making his way toward his last class for the evening.

“Ah, that was a long time ago! Surprised you remembered!” He smiled, “I wouldn’t mind a few games for fun, don’t think I’d be much good at it now though. Gotten a bit rusty with my old age honestly.” He shrugged his shoulders but it was the truth. Once he had graduated from Hogwarts he had put his flying days behind him and hadn’t really looked back. The memories of the good times was all he needed and it’s all he had now. “You’ll have to take it easy on me, I could snap a hip.” He joked but was intrigued with the offer. It sounded like fun to get back on a broom for some friendly games, and if not then to at least go out and watch the matches might be just as fun. He’d only ever been in the stands his first year, as most first years were not allowed to play and it would be interesting to be back in them.

“She’s headmistress at Hogwarts boyo,” Valor clarified with a shake of his head, “McGonagall will never get tired of teachin’ I guess. I don’t blame her but I worry for her.” She was much older now, fiery and passionate still but age had slowed her down and all Valor could do was offer to help around her classroom while she went back and forth from the University to Hogwarts and back. “I doubt she’s thinking of retirement any time soon.” As Jack took the Syllabus out of his hand he had taken into account that it may be strange that he’d been so enthusiastic and realized he could be coming off as pushy and a bit too much and decided to try to real it in as much as he could. He knew now why he was always poked at for fun. He was too nice.

“Me too, feel a little like being back at home, ey?” He mused and looked around at the University. It wasn’t feeling quite home like due to the University being new but at the same time it felt familiar. The familiarity was what made the comfortable atmosphere make him think of being back at Hogwarts. Like there was no effort to fit in really. “I should start heading to my class now, but how about one of these days we have a friendly quidditch match? I could use the exercise.”

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Know Your Name || Damari & Valor

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Damari pushed through the doors of Blue Brick Café and made his way to the counter behind a line of other students. He wasn’t in any big hurry, so he browsed the pastries in the display, licking his lips at the cinnamon rolls, jam rolls, and treacle tarts that were taking up space. It all looked damn good, but it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. He’d hoped he wouldn’t have to play his trump card to get what he wanted, but at this point, he was willing. 

As soon as the line cleared out, he stepped up and shot up a beaming smile. “Hey there, I was wondering if I could ask if your shop ever has queen cake for sale.” The girl at the register looked confused, which wasn’t entirely surprising to Damari. “It’s a dessert that’s really popular in Uganda,” he continued, hoping against hope that something would spark some recognition. She just stared at him, so he went ahead with plan B. 

“Never mind. Is Valor working right now?” he asked, using the name that another student had given him. The guy was supposed to be the absolute best at pastries. Whether that was true or not, Damari had absolutely no clue, but he was willing to butter the guy up if he could even make a half decent queen cake. The girl suddenly had some kind of recognition which the male took as a good thing. Perhaps the best thing about this day so far. 

The girl yelled in the back and he heard a male voice saying he’d be out in a second. Damari moved away from the counter and sat down at one of the nearby tables so the line could keep moving and waited for this supposed prince of pastries to leave the kitchen. He sat back in his chair and watched the people at the counter to keep himself from getting antsy.

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Valor had been hard at work all day. He was baking some pies to go out in the morning and baking fresh batches of bread to put out, as well as a batch of banana nut bread to take to a certain Slytherin. It was calming work for him, mixing the fillings for the pies and pouring them in their required pie crusts. He hardly ever used magic for his baking, always preferring to bake the muggle way that his mother had taught him. It was more satisfying to him to keep busy and put his hands to use.

It had been any other day when he’d heard his name being called from the front. “One second!” as he finished pouring the apple filling into the pie and quickly began to make work of his design of a lattice over the top of it. It took a few moments for him to do it, weaving the dough in and out and keeping them even and neat took patience which Valor had an abundance of.

He had finished up and wiped his hands on the apron he wore around his waste. Valor walked out of the back into the front of the cafe and looked at the girl. “Wha’s up?” he questioned only for her to answer with a point in the man’s direction and a quick, “He asked for you,” before turning her attention back to the customer in front of her. He looked to where she pointed to see the older, handsome man sitting at a table. 

“’Ey!” He spoke with a smile and walked over with his hand outstretched to shake. “So you asked for me I hear, am I in trouble?” he questioned with a teasing tone. He wasn’t concerned at all, he hadn’t angered anyone from his recollection other than the woman in the Hogwarts Library weeks ago. “Or are you in need of something? I’ll do my best to help whatever it is!”

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Cass wasn’t sure what to make of his roommate when they’d first met. Valor seemed nice and geniune which is something he was not used to, not by any means. The thought of people actually just wanting to be around others because they wanted to was foreign to him. Much more so than he’d wanted to admit but it was true for him. It’d been far too long since someone just wanted to be his friend for the sake of being a friend. Maybe he and Valor weren’t as different as he’d thought.

And that was ringing true the more the other spoke. He wished he could say he didn’t know what it was like to do something for someone else. Though he would say it seemed the two of them thrived even under those conditions. Perhaps that’s what it meant to truly just survive. Though he very much doubted that Valor so begrudgingly did it. From what he’d seen that talent was all him. No coaching. No under-minded tactic to fill someone else’s void. Just want he wanted. Perhaps it made Cass a little jealous, or a lot. And maybe Cass just wanted to see everyone else around him take these good things that seemed to be coming towards them. Either way he’d understood Valor’s questioning, wondering or whatever you’d call it. 

“I don’t really see that being a bad idea.” Cass told him quickly after he’d ordered for the pair of them. If this was a possibility for those delicious cakes and treats that Valor made so effortlessly then he’d back the idea so long as the other seemed to find joy in it. Cassio should have known that asking something so personal would in turn lead to questions about himself as well. Which, at least, he had a somewhat rehearsed answer.

Cass let his shoulders shift back as he’d settled himself into a more relaxed stance as they stood. At least he’d mastered the art of concealing his discomfort. “Honestly,” He shifted his gaze away from Valor a moment. This was a chance to be honest, at least as honest as he could be. There were those that knew all too well the consquences of oversharing. He doubted very much should he really give the other Raven the down low, they’d be friends much past this moment. “I needed a break.” It felt almost like the truth. It was as close as Cass was going to get, in terms of this conversation. “I dunno that what I’ve been doing is what I really want to. But it’s the safest bet I have.” The blond shrugged his shoulders, finally looking back at his roommate. “At least I figured this is the best way to try and see if I’m just being stupid or really need it.”

He pocketed his wallet and listened to his roommate support his decision of opening his own shop. It was exciting to him, something so new in a way though also something that he loved doing was what he had wanted. A breath of fresh air away from listening to bosses tell him what to do and make him work hard only for a salary they deemed suitable. Being in control of his own career was something he craved and he had a feeling that it was the same thing for his young roommate.

The entire time they talked Valor didn’t feel the need to hide much from Cassio, something about his disposition made him comfortable enough to spill his beans to him as though he was a long time friend of the older Ravenclaw. Valor couldn’t help it and he hoped that his easy-going and comfortable attitude and manor put off the other. While Valor may be comfortable there was something about Cassio that came off as guarded. Secretive. He wondered what haunted the other so badly that he must have such a wall built up around him but he wouldn’t press. It wasn’t his business to know, though he hoped that soon enough the other would trust Valor enough to lower the walls.

“I can understand that.” Valor nodded as he watched his roommate. He took in how casual Cassio looked but his words were enough for Valor to know he shouldn’t try to pry further. There was a call of his name and soon their drinks and snacks were being placed on the counter top. He grabbed Cassio’s drink and handed it to the other before grabbing his own and the treats. “You might end up findning something else you’re better at while at the University, if you explore enough classes that is.” He spoke encouragingly, “But breaks are good, sometimes people can get burnt out on what they do all the time and the same routine. Nice to switch it up a bit...” He took a sip of his drink. “With me I’ll definitely help shake up your routine. Especially the sleep routine when it comes to finals week.” Valor clicked his tongue and finger gunned at Cassio almost awkwardly with his full hands before he laughed.

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Somebody to Love || Noah & Valor

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Noah grinned broadly at the mention of the party, “Yeah!,” he replied, “That was my party. Were you there? I don’t think I saw you, but I was kind of all over the place all night.” When Valor spoke again, Noah immediately began to laugh and then reached down for the hem of his shirt, teasing the other male. He stopped and looked at him before responding, “I might have to test that out a bit more before I get half naked in the middle of this place. Although the idea of the complete pandemonium that it would lead to is already giving you points,” he said with a wink. 

“You’re a baker?” Noah spouted in surprise, “That’s actually really cool. I’ve been in there a time or two at Blue Brick, actually. Were you in the back making my chocolate chip cookies? Because I have to admit – if you were, I might already be halfway in love with you.” He grinned to show he was teasing, but he was impressed by how charming and put-together the guy seemed. Maybe this date wasn’t going to go down in flames like he’d originally thought walking in.

Noah thought about the question for a moment before responding, “I mean, I’m studying quidditch tactics. I’ve always loved the game, but I have enough self-awareness to realize I wouldn’t make it in the pros. Figured I’d give the idea of coaching a shot and see where it leads.” He gave his drink order to the waiter when he walked over, copying Valor’s order out of impulsivity and spoke again, “At the same time, I think I just wanted to do something new and see where it went, you know?”

“You don’t know who you’re talking to,” Noah joked, “I could probably eat everything on the menu. Let’s order apps and go from there,” he said, looking down at the menu. “Anything catching your eye? I’m kinda torn between something ridiculous like the coral-infused caviar or something tried and true like meat and potato pies. But I’m up for whatever. After all, I am here to wine and dine you on this most romantic of days,” he finished, thanking the waiter and taking a sip of his wine when it came to the table.

“Nah, I didn’t make it to the party. Found myself at Deja Vu that night actually.” He had spoke matter of factly. He hadn’t felt interested in a school party mostly due to having the sense that he was out of place. Also the fact that he is an RA doesn’t help with the wanting to go to school parties that are banned. He knew it didn’t stop Cassio from going, but Valor had a bit more hesitance and ended up instead partying at the Club, getting only a nice buzz of alcohol going but a bigger buzz from unexpected sex happened instead. “Well let’s see who aquires the most points this date, shall we?” He challenged, flashing a wink right back at Noah.

Valor couldn’t help the slight flush at Noah’s words and had an almost shy smile on his face. “Guilty as charged. I have a fool proof chocolate chip recipe honestly. It’s top secret though. You’ll just have to keep falling in love I guess...” He teased back, his shy smile fading into one of confidence. Alright, so maybe this wasn’t going to be as terrible as he thought it would. Maybe Noah was a decent person after all. They seemed to be able to go back and forth easily which was always something that Valor appreciated in a person.

“I get you. Quidditch was always a fun thing for me.” He had fond memories of his time in Hogwarts on the Quidditch team. He wasn’t a great chaser but he held his own and helped win as many games as he could. “Nah, you’re young you could make it I’m sure if you really wanted to!” He was enthusiastic, always encouraging of others to pursue what they really wanted though he did not know Noah that well. “But Coaching could be interesting. Coming up with plays was always something our coach seemed to have difficulty in back at Hogwarts. Ya should of seen him try, it was almost sad...” Valor shook his head, “Some people are better at strategies than others though.”

“Alright!” Valor clapped his hands, rubbing them together before he looked down at the menu. “How about one of each? Between the two of us we could polish off some shared appetizers, dinner and dessert, you think? Course we could always skip dessert here and I could treat you to some of my cookies at Blue Brick, ey?” He asked with a large, almost childish grin on his face as he looked up at Noah. Boyish charm was something that the two seemed to share and it was overflowing from the table with them combined but Valor didn’t seem to notice that fact or really care about it. He was focused on making this date not only fun but worth every penny.

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“It wouldn’t be the firs’ thin’ we’ve go’ wron’.” He chimed softly, seeing the smile. Definitely sweet. He wasted no time tearing right into the subject at hand. Literally in his case. “Most likely will no’ be the las’.” Isaac gave a shrug of his shoulders, shifting his basket into the other hand allowing a little less space as the blond came nearer to him. Seems he was going to see this for better or worse.

Isaac watched the video intently. While he wasn’t all that impressed by the actual outcome of what was being done on the screen, he could appreciate the creativity of it. “Well if they’d taught you righ’,” He started, shaking his head by the head of the video. “’s wha’ you’d have ta do when you have no utensils. Stuck on a desert isle. Castaway type situation.”  A peculiar thought really. Not something either of them would have to worry about. Not really. 

His eyes drifted to his own basket and then to the other at the mention of trying it out themselves. Sticky fingers most likely wouldn’t have sounded like a good time to anyone else but Isaac. He smiled softly allowing his head to draw to the side, sizing this one up. “I thin’ maybe I can make room for some pineapple.” He mused gesturing towards the other’s basket. “Tha’s if you’re all finished. No rush o’ anythin’.” He’d paused a moment, bringing his finger up to his lips as he looked at the other. “Though I am rather curious ta see your technique.”

"You have a point!” Valor had chirped at Isaac’s words. It was basic human error to make mistakes and to do things wrong until you learn to do things right. Or learn to do things the way that you thought was right. Valor wasn’t taught that there was only one right way to do things, just that everyone had their own ways. But in reality he saw that most people taught others to do things one way. “Until someone else comes along and tells us something. I’m waiting to see if there are any other fruits we’ve been just absolutely wrecking.” He joked with another of his large smiles. “Like strawberries! Instead of cutting off the top where the stem is just use a straw. Save more strawberry that way!”

“Nifty to know, if you’re a muggle or a squib.” Valor had agreed, nodding his head and giving a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t think any wix folk would ever have to worry about that unless they specifically wanted to try out no magic and being deserted...but I don’t know if many people would actually do that?” He couldn’t help shrugging his shoulders. He found himself wondering how he always managed to find someone to speak about strange topics with. Today it was about fruit and the next day it could be about coffee or books. At least there was others that would humor him and that he would humor back.

“Sweet!” He chuckled and grabbed a pineapple and plopped it into his basket. “Hell we could melt down some chocolate or grab some of that Cool Whip, make trying this out worth it.” He offered and pointed down toward the refrigerated aisles. “Less grab some and be on our way, yeah?” Valor whirled his basket around. “May I ask what you are going to be making? I don’t think I’ve seen those ingredients mixed together before..” He couldn’t help being curious. Valor loved food, and he loved making food even more than eating it. He was always on the lookout for more recipes to try, new things to put his own twist on.

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Send Me an Angel || Luca & Valor

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Luca laughed and ran up the stairs, his hand clasping Valor’s as they darted to his room at the top of the dorms. He hadn’t felt this alive in weeks and he wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge of sex that was coming or just seeing those blue eyes waiting at the stoop to the dorms that was putting him in an entirely different state of mind. 

As the two passed by Noah and Harlowe’s dorm suite, he made a point to shove Valor up against it and kiss him fiercely, boots knocking against the bottom of the door. It was a small victory for all the noise the two had made during the last few weeks of school.

His triumph in hand, he pulled away and smiled at the other male, dipping in for another soft kiss before pointed down the hall. “That one’s mine,” he said, pulling out his wand to free the spell that kept it locked from potential troublemakers. He waved the wand with a flourish and spoke under his breath before pulling the knob and waving his arms for Valor to enter. 

As soon as he stepped through, Luca slammed the door shut and enchanted it locked and secure again. He wasn’t about to have anyone come in and spoil his evening. Not now. Not when he had him here for the first time.

The room was dark and organized and he quickly cast a spell for the lamps to come on so Valor could take a look around. “I’m sure you don’t really care about where I write my essays,” he teased, taking Valor’s hand again and backing toward his bedroom door. “This is where I sleep,” he mused, allowing Valor to take in the room. The lights were on dimly and his bed was covered in Slytherin green sheets. This room was a bit more lived-in with clothes strewn about.

Luca fell into the bed and stared up at the Ravenclaw, taking in the angles of his face and the way his hair was getting a bit longer. “Are you going to come join me or do I have to ask you twice?” he said, a smile still on his lips as he waited for Valor to fall into the warm, softness of the bed with him. “I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

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It was a rush to be running behind the taller man, the eagerness he felt must have been mutual and it caused an almost fluttering feeling in his stomach because of it. His heart pounding against his ribs as they sprinted up the stairs and down the hallway. He knew there was a possibility that they were rushing due to Luca not wanting anyone to see them together but he wasn’t going to pay any mind to that possible idea. Right now he was just going to focus on the there and now.

Valor couldn’t help the low groan he let out into the kiss as they noisily slammed into a door, a muffled voice came from the other side screeching out a “Fuck off!” in retaliation to the noise. Valor chuckled and leaned into the softer kiss, something rare for the two of them to share, and watched as Luca unlocked his door and they were in the dark bedroom. He couldn’t help smiling at the taller man’s words and the fact that he was getting an inside look into his personal world, something Valor knew was sacred to Luca.

He chuckled at Luca and walked over to the bed to join him, climbing up to straddle the other as he looked down at him. “Always want you to.” Valor joked as he leaned down to place a soft kiss against Luca’s lips. He let the touch linger for a moment before he pulled away and continued to look around from his new vantage point. “Your room is definitely nicer than mine and Cassio’s. We’re RA’s and we still didn’t get a nice room like this. We should protest.” He joked and admired the nice furniture that Luca had in his room. Everything looked expensive and nice, even the clothes that lay around looked expensive.

“Not as clean as I thought it would be.” Valor spoke, looking all around. Of course the room wasn’t messy, just lived-in. But he had an almost impossible thought that Luca would have the opposite with a spotless bedroom that never looked like someone lived there at all. He felt silly for thinking that way.

“Wait till you see my room though. My bed is always a mess. Never make it. My books are all spread across the desk with sticky notes in every page.” He chuckled and blue eyes looked down to meet blue eyes and he took in the way the light cast a slight shadow over part of Luca’s face.

Valor had known him for such little time and he already thought he could never get tired of looking at him. Taking in the details of him. Listening to his voice and watching his hands and his mouth.

The revelation had his heart pounding and his mouth going dry.

“That is if you want to see my room.” He spoke nonchalantly and ran a hand through his dark hair. “I’m sure Cassio wouldn’t mind company if we kept it pg-13.”

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“Oh, you don’t have…” But the other had taken the pineapple from him and Oliver merely smiled with appreciation at the act of kindness. “But thank you. And,” He paused to motion at himself and the mess he had made. “ Sorry for all of this. I’m sure that was a great first impression. I don’t always tear into fruit like a savage beast. Well, I try not to make a habit out of it. I was actually just walking through here thinking how good a pineapple would be, but I didn’t want to deal with the hassle of cutting one up because I always fuck it up. Then I heard your comment and just got real into it.” Oliver watched with mild fascination. It definitely looked like a much easier way to prepare a pineapple. And now that he had seen a demonstration, he was sure he could do it all on his own without making a huge mess.

“Ahh, yeah. That makes a lot more sense.” He took the piece that the male offered and took a bite. Mm. “Make sure it’s ripe,” Oliver muttered to himself as a reminder of the pro tip. “Gotcha. That’s a really cool trick. Where did you learn it?” He finished off the piece and then reached out, placing a small pineapple into his basket. Now that he had seen the way to do it, Oliver was confident he could use the trick successfully back at the dorms. “I’m Oliver,” He reached a hand out for the other to shake. A blush spread across his cheeks when he realized there was still pineapple remains on it. His hand fell back to his side and he nodded. “Yup. A University student. I’m assuming you are as well?”

Valor shook his head at the young man, still the friendly smile on his face. “Not at all, I’ve had worse first impressions honestly, so you’re good boyo.” He had managed to get out before he’d gone on his long speal about pineapples. He found himself wondering how exactly he managed to be in that position where he was standing next to another man talking about pineapples and how to easily cut them. Of course he hadn’t pictured anything would come from his out loud muttering but he wasn’t disappointed. “Learned it from the internet actually.” Valor nodded while he finished off his own piece of pineapple and made sure to reach and grab another piece to bite into and finish off quickly. The pineapple was juicy and sweet and hit the spot if he dared to say. “There was a girl that was freaking out about how she never knew how easy it was to do it and I can relate.”

“Nice to meet you Oliver.” Valor nodded and plopped the pineapple down into his basket before he reached his hand over to shake the other’s extended and shook it. He didn’t pay any mind to the feel of pineapple on his hand and simply brushed it on his jeans nonchalantly after they’d dropped their hands. “Yep! I’m taking a few classes there in between work.” He chuckled and gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Haven’t chosen a major for me’self though.” Valor was always a little excited to talk about the University as it was so new still for him and a change from his normal pace of life but he sometimes forgot others might not be as enthusiastic as he was about it.  I’m in Ravenclaw house, what about yourself?” He asked curiously before he apologized. “Sorry, I have a habit of talking before I know if the conversation is even wanted. You don’t have to answer at all!”

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Luca Kharitonov was up early. He knew his father and mother wouldn’t be up yet and Misha was unlikely to care if he went outside if he happened to bump into her on his way toward freedom. The whole family had come to Switzerland to stay in a ski chalet for a week, but so far, the whole vacation was beyond boring. Fancy dinners and talk about his father’s business did nothing to hold the young male’s interest. He needed to do something interesting and he’d determined that today was the day to do it.

The ten-year-old did have interest in one thing. The house the next yard over, where he’d seen another young male building a snowman the day before. Luca was annoyed that everywhere he went was chockfull of adult conversation, adult dining, and adult boredom. So he slipped on his snow boots and his favorite blue sweater before peering out the window in his room. He scrunched up his eyes and looked from building to building, nothing stirring outside the large windows.

He saw nobody and nothing, but he was still determined to get outside and do something – even if it turned out to be just as stupid as everything else at this expensive resort. He pulled on his heaviest coat, stuffed a hat on his head, and wound a scarf of emerald green around his neck and mouth before darting out the door and into the world beyond.

The cold was nothing new to the Russian born male but something about it was different here. He stood up on his tiptoes in the snow as he stuck out his tongue and tried to catch a snowflake on it. Even standing tall, he was just five feet from the ground, years away from the growth spurt that would rise him up over six feet in height.

Luca was considering whether to go back inside before he got in trouble when he heard the creak of a door for nearby. His blue eyes immediately landed on the house across the lane. It was the boy from the day before, bundled up and waving at someone in the entryway. The male considered watching him for a bit before making his presence known, but he was sick of sitting and waiting. He was done waiting.

With a stubborn streak a mile wide, Luca walked toward the boundary between the two houses before crossing over, stopping by the boy and his snowman. “Привет,” he uttered, a small smile on his largely covered face, “Я Люка.” He waited for the other male to tell him his name too, but all he saw was confusion on his face.

This is freaking great. Bet he doesn’t even speak Russian. Luca tried something else, pointing at the snowman and giving the male a thumbs-up. He was pretty sure this was already a failure but having someone around who wasn’t a thousand years old and seemed to know what fun was kept him there, watching the other for some kind of recognition or sign that he wasn’t encroaching on something he shouldn’t be. 

Valor hadn’t believed his mothers when they told him they would go on a family vacation to a Resort. He thought they were exaggerating but he was very surprised to find that they were telling the truth. The Marsden name had just made it’s debut with his mother’s new line of fashion making waves in both the muggle world and the wizarding one. She’d gotten such an impressive paycheck she’d decided the family deserved a vacation and off they went to Switzerland in a home that was far nicer than any home Valor had been in thus far.

That beautiful, snowing morning Valor woke up with tangled, messy dirty blonde hair with a dried and flaking mark of what appeared to be the remains of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth down to his cheek. He had gotten up quickly, racing to beat his brother to the bathroom and yelling when he was grabbed and shoved out of the way before the door was slammed in his face. His mother passing by ushered him over to her bedroom where he bounded over to the bathroom to wash up quickly. Eager to not waste another second inside and instead enjoy being outside.

Once he was fresh faced and his hair was a bit more tame than it had been, he was bundling himself up. He pulled on a bright red sweater his grandmother had knitted for him and pulling on his snow shoes. He was just about to race out the door when a voice called him back. “Valor breakfast is ready.” His mother called, “Not hungry Ma!” He called back but was stopped at the door by a hand gripping the back of his sweater, causing an abrupt halt. “Ma said breakfast is ready, so go eat kiddo.” His mom’s cool tone came from behind him. Valor gave a huff but turned around and sulked his way over to the kitchen where he sat down to a full meal.

 He scarfed down his waffles and eggs as fast as he could, shoving pieces of bacon in between each bite. He’d wash it all down with a big gulp of orange juice before he was shoveling the food again. “Gross.” Rowena muttered while watching him. All he did was scrunch his face up at her and continue on till his plate was polished off. “Done! Can I go now?” He asked eagerly. His mom sighed and waved her hand which caused him to grin and sprint toward the front door where he shoved on his winter jacket and grabbed his scarf and gloves, pulling them on before he flung open the door and turned around as his mother called, “Be back before it gets dark!” He waved in confirmation and shut the door.

Valor wandered over to the snowman he’d built and started to patch up some of the wear and tear the night wind had given him before he heard footsteps and looked up to find another boy about the same height as him. He felt a jolt of excitement at the sight of another kid his age to hang around as his siblings were both older and would rather ignore him than hang out with him. When the other spoke Valor couldn’t help tilting his head in confusion at the language. When the other pointed at his snowman and gave him a thumbs up he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, “You like him? I call him Oswald.” 

Now it was the other’s turn to look confused at his words and Valor felt his heart sink a bit. Crap... He thought as the realization came that neither spoke the same language. “Uhm...” He struggled to think of a way to introduce himself before he simply pointed at himself. “Valor!” He said enthusiastically, the excitement couldn’t be contained and it showed in his actions and voice. He then pointed at the snowman. “Oswald!”

Valor then pointed his finger at Luca and waited, thinking if anything maybe that would be the best way to at least get their names to each other. “You?” He asked the other boy. His friendly smile never left his face and he was bouncing on his heels over the prospect of having the possibility of a new friend.

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There wasn’t a doubt in his mind the two of them would age far more gracefully than what Valor was giving them credit for. Especially when it concerned the other. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one that struggled more than they let on. Noted. “Then I guess you’ll be stuck with me the rest of your life.” He teased the other, shoving his arm as he’d taken a gander at what was on display for the day. It all looked way too good. Even better than what Valor left for all of them on the counter. It was nice to see his talents up close and proudly displayed for more than just the house. “I think banana bread sounds like a good choice. Actually the whole damn thing. ‘ve got some studying to do. Probably hole myself away for the night be a good snack. And a strong,dark coffee.” Which wasn’t entirely true and if anything it’d save him having to leave their room the rest of the day if he could help it. 

“How’d you get into this?” He asked, gesturing to the sugary case before them. It wasn’t every day he’d actually taken a second to dip a little deeper into those around him. But Valor was different. Not in his conventionality ways but they’d forged a bond from sharing common space and responsibility. Cass was curious to see what lay beyond that duty for the pair of them. “I mean is it something you seriously consider or just a means to an end?”

He couldn’t help laughing and nodding his head as he did. Valor could imagine a good time with Cassio if they were older. He almost continued the tease but he didn’t, instead he nodded his head and looking at the treats that rest there as well. “Honestly I’ll probably get some banana bread as well, maybe some of the chocolate eclairs. Those are good, I didn’t make those my coworker did, she’s a fantastic pastry chef.” He seemed to gush about anyone that he worked with, anyone that he knew personally and got along with. He was the type that would even find something nice to say about enemies, or those that he disliked. “I can’t handle dark coffee personally...” He chuckled and made a little face, “I’m more of a....ten percent coffee and ninety percent cream and sugar. Just...I like sweet. It’s a terrible thing for my stomach but I pay the price happily.”

“It’s...” Valor started, stopping to think about his next choice of words as they waited in line. “I love baking, my Ma got me interested in it when I was a lil’ one. Never thought of it as a career till I was told how decent I was at it.” He explained, hands stuffed into his pockets almost awkwardly as he talked about himself. “I mean I really got interested in being a baker in order to work doing that I love to do...the only thing is...it kind of sucks doing it for someone else.” He spoke the last part quietly, wary that a coworker would hear the two’s conversation. “I went to college to see if I could be more than a baker but....I’m wondering if I should take a business class next semester and open my own shop.”

Upon walking up to the counter he ordered their food and drinks, taking out his coins and handing them to the young person behind the counter and stepping off to the side. “Besides I’ve been working here since I left Hogwarts, I’m twenty five now. Think it’s time I spread my wings and tried my hand at something...else. But what about you? You feel the same way? Spreading wings and trying something new or trying to get better at a skill you’ve already got?”

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Call It What You Want  || Luca & Valor

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Luca was pleasantly surprised at the sheer eagerness of the Ravenclaw man, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. The reality of the situation was that, despite his better judgement, there was something about this one that kept him coming back. Maybe it was the fact that he had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Perhaps it was the fact that when they lay down together, everything fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, body nearly made for each other. It was something he’d considered late at night on more than one occasion, telling himself each time it was the last time.

Round three was making it clear that he was in over his head. But he didn’t much care about that when Valor’s mouth took hold of the zipper on his pants and the male started to pull down, slowly, inch by inch. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Luca couldn’t resist saying, his eyes locked on to the other man in amazement. When the male ripped down his boxers, Luca stood there, admiring the sight in front of him and finding himself maddened at the words that fell off of the other’s tongue.

“What else?” he repeated, his cock rising at the touch of Valor’s tongue on his member. He tried to think of something witty but that was exceedingly difficult, and he was sure he saw a smirk on the man’s face because he knew exactly what he was doing. “I want you to take me down your throat and show me how much you love it.” He shot the other a wink before continuing, pressing his cock slightly into the male’s parted lips. “And then, when I’m nice and wet and your jaw is aching, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you until you’re screaming my name for everyone in the maze to hear.”

Valor felt confident more than he had before and it was an addictive feeling. He always felt a little confident that he could arouse the man when they interacted, but not only that, he liked that he could easily arouse the man before him. It was something that he would never find himself tired of. But he also loved the fact that the words that fell from Luca’s mouth could get him eager and hard. The words always being so vulgar, demanding, and the type of talk that Valor most desired to hear.

His lips parted easily at Luca’s pressing, allowing his hard cock to slide into his eager and awaiting mouth easily and moaned around it at the man’s words. He let his tongue drag along the underside of Luca’s dick slowly as he moved his mouth away, sucking at it and letting it slip out of his mouth with a wet pop. Valor kept his eyes on him as he opened his mouth once more and slid it down Luca’s shaft, swallowing his cock down eagerly and sucking at it just as eager. He hummed around him and began to bob his head while taking the cock down as far as he possibly could, once more his eyes watering and cheeks turning a pink color as he felt as though he was being choked slightly.

He kept bobbing his head to a rhythm before he once more slid his mouth down and let the cock rest at the tip of his lips, tongue poking out to lick at the thick tip in a circular motion. “You going to pin me down while you do it?” His voice already sounding a bit winded before he returned to sucking at the tip teasingly. “Make sure I don’t move until you’re coming inside of me?” Valor moved his head and began to place open mouthed kisses against the side of Luca’s cock, tongue dragging along it all the way back to the tip and then sliding his mouth down over it once more.

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“Ya promise ya not jus’ pullin’ me leg?” he asked cocking his head to the side a bit as he did. It sounded too good to be true that such a place existed so close to him. Of course he would have to be the judge for himself and by the sounds of it sometime soon, but the chips were really good, so perhaps the fish would be as well. Often times it was unfortunately one or the other. However, something he hadn’t considered until just now is that given it’s location the place probably used magic to cook and so perhaps it wasn’t just a fantasy and the food was everything it was supposed to be because magic could amazingly make that happen. “Do ya fink dey use magic ta make it perfec’?” Of course his companion might not have any idea, but it couldn’t hurt to ask and he was curious now that he had the idea in his head.

“Oh ya play?” It was always nice to find more Quidditch people as it was one of Jack’s largest passions and he’d talk the sport forever if someone would let him. “Yeah… I wish I knew wha’ kinda business I’d go into,” he admitted. He could apply the things he learned to the current import/export thing he had going on now, but ultimately he was hoping that he could get out of all the illegal shit and into something legitimate for once in his life. The problem was he had no idea how to get there and as far as the class was concerned it was sort of set up to help someone set up their own business and Jack already had that, he just wanted a different one.

He could definitely relate to what Valor was talking about as fair as figuring things out. His situation was different obviously, but the sentiment was the same. “‘m still figain’ it out meself,” he conceded nodding. “Poo’ McGonagall,” he said laughing and shaking his head. He’d given her and basically all of the teachers hell while he’d been at Hogwarts and he could only imagine her reaction upon seeing him in the classroom again. Transfiguration had not been one of Jack’s strong suits. He’d always felt bad about turning animals into things and found it rather distracting. Concentration was also something he’d always struggled with, which didn’t help with the subject either. “Magical Travel? Wha’s dat like?” Jack imagined it would be absolutely fascinating. Apparition was one of the spells he had been most excited to learn when he’d first discovered magic. An entire class on travel had to be interesting. “I fink I made da same mistake…” It was something he’d thought about quite a bit. He’d chosen things he was both good at and interested in, but it spread him rather thin as far as what to do with himself. “Me classes are kinda all ova da place. If Quiddi’ch doesn’t work ou’ ‘m not sure wha’ I can do wif Charms, an’ ‘m really no’ dat great at Potions…” he shrugged seeing no point in denying it. He just knew it was useful magic that he was decent at and thought he should take another subject.

“Cross my heart boyo, but my taste in fish and chips might be different than yours. You could have a better taste for it than I do.” Valor’s tastes were more proficient with sweets but he knew good food when he’d had it. Of course, others opinions and taste buds were different so it wasn’t as though he could confidently say that the other would love it. Upon Jack’s question of whether the restaurant used magic or not he stopped for a minute and considered it, “Not that I would personally know but they could honestly. It would make sense with how perfect those chips turned out to be.” He spoke and nodded his head toward the basket in the younger man’s hands. “If they did then they have whatever spells they’ve got going perfected because I honestly love it.” He offered. Sometimes Valor used magic in the kitchen himself, it was useful and cut down prep time so there was more time to focus on making more goodies.

“Used to back in Hogwarts, was a chaser for Ravenclaw house!” He pipped up with a boyish grin spreading across his face as he remembered the fun times he had on the field and with the team. He was still good friends with a few of them, kept in contact with them regularly, met them at the pub for a beer. “Good times, fun times! Even getting hit with a bludger was worth getting to play.” He joked and ran a hand through his hair to ruffle it up a bit as though it wasn’t already ruffled up enough, “What about you? Got a specific position you like?” Valor knew the struggle of trying to figure things out and he could relate with Jack it seemed with the two of them both being in the same unsure boat, floating around without paddles but trying to make something of themselves. “Takes time but if you end up going through it, could be a plus side for something. Never know.”

“I know, you’d think she wasn’t interested in continuing to teach Transfiguration at her age. I think I’d just want to retire and ban children from my lawn.” He joked about it but he loved McGonagall. She was a fiesty woman with an iron will and he respected her greatly. She had been one of his favorite teachers when he’d been at Hogwarts and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have another class with her teaching. “It’s great! We’re gonna be learning about Floo Powder right now and the limitations of it, how to make it, how it works. All of it. Professor said eventually we’d attempt to make our own Floo Powder’s before we moved on to Portkey’s and Apparition and Magical Vehicles and all of that.” He shuffled through some paperwork before he pulled out the Syllabus for the class. “Here, you can look it over if you’d like. I won’t be needing it honestly.” He handed it over to Jack and shrugged, “Might catch your attention for next Semester boyo.”

Valor could understand, he had taken a few classes but he didn’t think he was doing too good in some others than he was the rest of them. It was worrisome but he wasn’t going to panic so far. He was just going to try and get things done and out of the way and do his best till next Semester so he could get a better handle on what he wanted, figure out what would be the best thing for him in the long run. “I think we’ll both be fine, just takes some figuring out. No one said it was a race my boy.”

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If Luca was in his element anywhere, it was on his knees with a cock filling his mouth. All the bullshit politics and family drama easily slipped away when he had a handsome, sweaty man above him moaning out words that fell apart as his tongue lapped along the underside of his dick. It certainly didn’t hurt that this was nothing more than a hookup, something to fill some time before he went back to his solitude. Sex was one of the few places where Luca could let go and enjoy without taking apart everything to marvel at the inner-workings.

He knew the man was on the edge when he stuttered out his comment and he sucked harder, his tongue slipping around the head of the other’s cock and keeping up a rhythm that was sure to lead to the intended result. There was something about this one. So pretty. So primal. So willing to let go in the same way that Luca let himself. It was a turn-on and Luca’s cock was steel hard against his stomach when the man climaxed, his seed lapped up by Luca’s pink tongue and swallowed down in an instant.

He allowed himself to be pulled up and laughed at the apology from the man, as if there was anything about this that deserved an apology. It was sweet in an innocent sort of way and Luca merely allowed himself to be manhandled and shoved up against the grimy wall of the bathroom as he waited for his own turn to shoot off like a firework. The man was doing quick work of stripping him of his trousers and boxers and Luca couldn’t help but arch his back and press his manhood against the other man as their lips fell together with a crash.

The feel of the male’s hand on his cock was having the desired effect and he pulled form the kiss to lean in and bite the other male’s neck, transferring the excitement of the moment through his teeth. “Fuck,” he murmured, when he pulled back again, head lolling against the wall as he practically fell under a spell at the other man’s handiwork. Without a word, he gave the other male a look of pure passion and rawness and pressed him down towards the stall floor, ready to feel release in the other’s mouth. “Want your mouth,” he said, not even bothering to form sentences at this point.

Being pressed to get onto his knees had Valor smirking but he obliged and let himself be pushed to the floor of the bathroom stall, knees resting on dark, grimy tile but he paid no mind to it. He was busy still flicking his wrist to pump at the tall man’s cock while the other hand pulled his pants and underwear down just a fraction more. His lips pressed kisses into pale hips before he turned his attention to the other’s throbbing dick and he opened his mouth up eagerly and licked at the tip, teasing the other with slow circles of his tongue before sliding his mouth the rest of the way down the other’s length.

He had never felt this bold before. Don’t get him wrong, he’d have his fair share of one night stands, but usually it took a little more than just a few words and looks before he suddenly had a dick down his throat, or his dick down another’s. It was a whirlwind with this man. It was different. But all at the same time he knew it was just another hook up. A little relief from everyday life in the form of blowjobs and heavy petting. But he felt a little energetic vibration radiating off of him from this man and he found it easy to push to the back of his mind but there it would linger still even after.

Valor’s eyes fluttered up to look at the other as he started to bob his head rhythmically, using his own head to thrust the other’s cock as deep as Valor could take and then some. The hand that had been holding the other’s cock now moved away as Valor began to take the cock down as far as he could without gagging. Eyes watering just slightly at the slight burn but he couldn’t find it in him to stop. He craved the feeling of his mouth aching from the eagerness of taking a cock and his need to satisfy the other as he had been satisfied. Valor hummed around the cock in his mouth as he continued to bob his head over it, sucking enthusiastically at it while his hands gripped tight to the other’s hips.

He pulled away for just a second, hand coming back to grip the other’s dick and continue pumping while he teased at the other’s tip once again but also to catch his breath. If he wasn’t careful he’d end up choking on the cock and he couldn’t have that happening. He moved and placed sloppy open mouthed kisses to the sides of the cock, tongue lapping at him eagerly before his mouth was back to swallowing the length down and his eyes were back to glancing up at the other to make sure he was enjoying himself as much as Valor had enjoyed him.