paxton brady

new ager. sixth year. hufflepuff. divination geek. "You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."

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He thought everyone knew by now. Sonder thought that he would keep it a secret, the Slytherin’s threats made him nervous, but he’d never been very good at secrets. He’d told a lot of people, and even more people knew about her and Clem. Paxton had his own stuff to deal with, he supposed, and the younger boy hadn’t been paying attention. Sonder swallowed thickly and reached out to gently squeeze Paxton’s upper arm. “You know what she, Pax. It’s okay. Evangeline.” He gave the other a tight smile and gave up on stopping himself crawling into Paxton’s lap and wrapping himself up in his long slender arms. “It’s alright, really. I egged her on a little, maybe. Or something. She’s just got a really lovely old cat, and I mentioned the Egyptian goddess Bastet, and she just - actually, I dunno. Anyway, it’s fine! I belong to the most lovely house, I’ve got beautiful friends, and I have the sweetest, kindest boyfriend anyone has ever had! I’m fine Paxton! So stop looking at me like that!”

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Paxton let himself be coaxed into place. He was trying to listen to Sonder, because he knew Sonder was trying to calm him down, but-- “I know, I know, s’just, this has got to stop. S’not a matter of whether you ‘egged her on,’ Sonder, it’s jus’ not okay to hurt--” ” He swallowed thickly. This was where Paxton’s thoughts always stumbled, because hadn’t he lashed out at Evangeline on instinct? Hadn’t he hurt her? Paxton knew exactly where the capacity to hurt others came from. It was still somewhere inside of him, never far away, and Paxton was as guilty as Evangeline. He was grateful for the grounding warmth of Sonder on his lap. Now that the hysteria had passed, Paxton was left with a cooling layer of sweat and a chilly castle floor. Paxton squeezed Sonder tightly to him a last time before grasping his shoulders. “You’re right. It’ll be-- fine. It’s fine,” he echoed Sonder, and motioned that they should stand. Paxton needed to walk this off, suddenly. If it wasn’t already evening, and close to curfew, he’d go do the walk by the Whomping Willow he’d habitually done when he’d been blinded. He could still do it in his sleep; it required no focus, and was perfect for meditation. Paxton stood and held a hand out to help Sonder to his feet. “You’ve a boyfriend? S’that... sorry, is that Caldwell? Are you...?”

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How do I know if I love you?

When I sure like your bread The way that you tucker and straighten your bed When you come out clean from the shower You squeak to the touch and you smell like a flower

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“I’m always here for a cuddle, Pax, you know that!” His head fit perfectly in the space of Paxton’s shoulder, and the boys warm breath in his hair felt safe and comforting. He felt bad that he felt so bad. He couldn’t help equating Paxton losing his dad to if he lost his dad. He would be completely devastated, he wasn’t sure he’d ever stop crying. Sonder’s eyes were wet with sympathetic sadness for Paxton. “You don’t ever need to even think about apologising for that, Pax! Loads of people didn’t come, it’s no problem, I know Christmas holidays are busy and… A-and with your dad and everything. Gosh.” He sat up on his elbow, sniffing a little as he traced Paxton’s features with his fingertips. His mum had done it when he was little, and it had always made him feel better. “I have had an eventful semester, it’s been very stressful, but I’m okay Pax! You don’t need to worry.” He spent a long time lining up the hairs in Paxton’s eyebrows. “Is my aura okay now? Does she scare you too, Pax? I thought I wasn’t scared, and then I saw Caldwell with cuts all over his face and I thought she’d hurt him. I think she’s evil. Proper evil.”

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His eyes were closed. Sonder’s thumb was stroking the place between his eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, and Paxton was grateful. He was only beginning to feel sleepy, like maybe he might need to get up and find a bed soon, when Sonder mentioned-- “She?” Paxton echoed. He looked up at Sonder. “Wh- what’re you talking about, Sonder?” He took Sonder’s hand from his face and struggled to push himself up onto one elbow so that they could face one another. The floor was cold under his palm. The castle was cold; the common room still growing chilly in the late evenings despite the crackling, merry fire that perpetually burned in the fireplace. “What ‘she?’” He hoped-- Paxton didn’t know what to hope. That the freefalling feeling in his chest was wrong. That he hadn’t somehow caused this. That maybe Sonder would say any other name but the one Paxton was thinking of, because he could still remember the damp forest floor and her voice and here I was thinking I’d have to bring you down now what are we going to do with you?

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“Oh, Paxton…” It wasn’t normal to have so many miserable little Hufflepuffs floating about on their clouds of melancholy. Sonder would have spiked all their drinks at the breakfast table if he had any leaves left. The confession made his eyes water instantly, the sad, hollow way that Paxton spoke such awful words broke his heart. “Pax- gosh, I’m so sorry… if I’d known I’d -” He didn’t know what he might have done. Instead, Sonder shuffled around on the floor, until he was laying down next to the younger boy with an arm slung over his waist. “You almost make it sound nice, Pax. Peaceful.” He was upset, that much was clear just by his general presence. He wasn’t himself, and that was the most upsetting thing. Sonder couldn’t imagine losing his dad, they were so close, and Paxton was so young. He hugged the boy closer, feeling his own hot tears sink into the fabric of Paxton’s top. “Did the laughing help at least? I’m not really mad, you looked really happy! You can talk to me about anything you ever want to, okay? You don’t need to go pinching alihotsy leaves off me, I’d give you them!”

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Paxton immediately shifted so that Sonder could fit more comfortably against him, trailing his fingernails from Sonder’s elbow to shoulder and back again. The repetitive motion was as soothing for him as it was meant to be for Sonder. “It was. It did. Don’t worry,” Paxton reassured him, and then frowned as something occurred to him. “About me, I mean. I-- this is-- better than the alihotsy leaves. It’s-- I don’t think I’ll need them again, anyway.” He blew out a long breath, trying to sort out which parts of him were himself and which were the effects glumbumble. He found it was easier to do this if he pressed his face into Sonder’s hair. Perhaps, Paxton wondered idly, touch was to glumbumble what sweets were to dementors? It was a tired thought, incomplete; he barely registered it. He didn’t stop to think what it might mean. In the wake of the exhaustion resulting from his rapid mood swings, Paxton found himself fixating on the idea of a cup of tea and a hot bath. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Feels like centaurs have been dancing on my stomach. Look, I know this was, er-- but it helped, and I’m always keen on spending time with you.” He squeezed the older boy’s shoulders in apology. “’Cos I know I’ve been distracted, an’ I missed your party ‘cos I was home. An’ I’m sorry. ‘specially as your aura’s been looking all sorts of ways, lately, actually, and so I think it’s probably been an eventful semester for you. I’ve jus’ been, er--” Paxton made a fluttering motion with his hand that probably meant something along the lines of being Paxton Brady-ish.

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“It tastes horrid!” He shook his head, his nose wrinkling as he declined the treacle offer. “Besides, I only ate one leaf! How many did you pinch? I was going to make up a nice potion for Jeremy!” He sighed sadly. It was impossible to be too mad at Paxton, he’d only wanted to try it. Sonder completely understood that, but he missed seeing Jeremy smile too. And now he didn’t have any leaves left. He huffed as he fell back onto his bum and toyed with his house mate’s hair. “You’re a silly, Pax. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you laughing so much anymore?” He always seemed so happy and free, happily making up the rules as he went along, but there was a sadness surrounding Paxton Brady that made Sonder’s heart heavy. “I’d have offered you some potion too if we didn’t bugger it up!”

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“Seven or eight?” Paxton guessed. “I didn’t know it was for Jer, or I would’t have... life’s been a mite rough lately, an’ I remembered learning about alihotsy during third year, an’ I just thought maybe it would help some.” And it certainly had, Paxton felt. It had left him sated and relaxed, feeling as if he could laugh in the face of anything. Now, though, the feeling was sliding away, that pleasant exhaustion turning to heaviness as the glumbumble treacle worked on him. Sonder had been right; it was a harsher comedown, and Paxton had brought it on himself. 

“My dad died over break,” Paxton confided, wiping at his reddened, teary eyes with tired fingers. He laughed a shaky laugh. His misfortune had begun earlier than that, but even the horrors of last semester were dreamlike, insubstantial, these days. “We knew. In the end we all wanted him to-- go.” Paxton smiled, lightly. The candlelight from the chandelier hanging high above him from the vaulted ceiling had blurry halos. Paxton turned his head into Sonder’s touch. “S’alright. He’s not sick anymore. We had a nice service. My brother played the lute.” Paxton hadn’t yet told Maeko or Tucker, and why was that? Possibly, it just hadn’t come up. 

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“Paxton no!” The boy slid onto the ground, his form not unlike that of the purple candle the Hufflepuffs had accidentally created. He stood over Paxton and pulled uselessly on his hands. “I can’t carry you, you’re too big!” He tried to drag him instead, giggling as he did so. Paxton kept setting him off, and besides, the situation was pretty hilarious. Even if he was sure Pax would either die or wet himself soon. Maybe both! “Oh, I’m just going to leave you here for a sec! How many did you have, you silly?! Never mind, never mind…” Sonder skipped to the ingredients cabinet and stood on his tip toes to retrieve the antidote. “Umm… So I don’t know the exact measurements, yeah?” He took some first for himself, dipping a finger into the treacle and tasting it. Was that enough? He grabbed a wooden spoon, dipped it in the thick, honey like substance, and shoved it in Paxton’s mouth. “This might be a bit of an intense come down, but that’s what you get for being a thieving nutter!” He crouched down next to Paxton, hugged his knees, and grinned. “I definitely can’t stay mad at you.”

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Paxton obediently sucked on the wooden spoon, the treacle coating his tongue and throat. The taste was vaguely reminiscent of spinach, which was unexpected but-- in Paxton’s opinion-- not altogether terrible. Little by little, his giggles subsided. His muscles relaxed, abdomen unclenching, and Paxton found he was able to breathe normally again. He turned his head to gaze at Sonder, crouched next to him, and wearily flashed him a thumbs-up. Paxton took the spoon out of his mouth long enough to say, “You should absolutely try that,” and “I think I might’ve needed it.” Paxton could feel the lethargy starting sink in (or was it the treacle?); it was the kind of total-body exhaustion that one only felt after a good laugh or a good try. “Haven’t laughed like that in so long,” he mumbled, eyes closed, as he finished off the last of the treacle with little, kittenish licks. “Sorry again, mate. Would’ve been completely buggered without you, though. Completely...”

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Tiny plants. Sonder giggled hysterically, leaning forward over the crumbling form of Paxton as the younger boy desperately tried to talk. “You ate too many! You’re a greedy little puffy puff.” He nudged Paxton’s sides knowing it would make him laugh even more. He’d only eaten one leaf, but even if he hadn’t, Paxton’s laugh was infectious. He was such a happy little chap, Sonder wished he could bottle his energy. “Come and we’ll get the antidote! Come on, you have to walk.”

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Walking sounded like an awful idea. No, Paxton wanted to say. I think I’ll just lie down here and wait for it to pass. He toppled forward off the bench and barely caught himself with his hands on his knees, torn between squirming away from Sonder’s hands and leaning heavily back into him for balance. “Stop, get-- Sonder, I can’t!” There were tears in Paxton’s eyes, now. “I’m not--” He lifted his arms towards Sonder, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves. “I can’t-- You’ll have to carry me, Sonder.” His knees gave out, and Paxton slid to the floor. He lay on his back with his hands on his cramping stomach, shaking with mirth. Paxton hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time. And why not? Why hadn’t he--

He could still taste the leaves on his tongue; they’d been so light and lace-like to the eye that Paxton had immediately remembered them from his third-year potions class-- and that he’d wanted to try them. At the time, it had seemed a stroke of good luck when Sonder produced them from his potion’s kit, but Paxton now felt that he’d severely overestimated the amount of the insubstantial, tiny leaves he could ingest. (Paxton was forever forgetting that these were magical substances that far outstripped his tolerance-- a fact that regularly amused Maeko.) 

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He wasn’t mad at Paxton, he’d known the other wasn’t confident in Potions. Sonder was just happy he had offered to help. The concoction was beyond repair, but it was sort of fun to touch. Warm, waxy, and sort of tingly. His forehead fell into Paxton’s shoulder as the younger boy spoke. “Paxton! You weren’t meant to eat them!” He attempted to scold him, but when Paxton tickled his chin and laughed, Sonder found it rather infectious. He giggled and pressed a kiss to his friend’s cheek. “You’re a nutter.” He sighed affectionately, taking the leaf from between Paxton’s fingers with his teeth. He couldn’t help it. He was already giggling as he chewed.

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A nutter. Paxton had devolved into silent laughter. His abdomen was beginning to hurt with it. When Sonder planted a kiss on his cheek, Paxton visibly found the self-control to gasp a breath. "I ate-" Paxton couldn't actually remember how many alihotsy leaves he'd eaten. "Sonder, I ate-" Paxton bit the inside of his cheek, shaking with laughter. "Oh my god, I ate so many tiny p-plants. This is-" Unable to speak, Paxton helplessly flapped his hand, presumably to indicate to Sonder just how awful this was.

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“Oh no. Paxton! Oh no!” He exclaimed as he jumped on his younger housemate and inspected the potion. “Oh… Gosh… Oh no…” He muttered quietly to himself, his chin rested on Paxton’s shoulder until he gave up and simply stuck his hand in the mix. He pulled out what looked like a melted candle and sighed. “Oh well, never mind. Thanks for trying Pax, I’m bloody hopeless at this!”

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"It'll be alright," Pax tried, reaching blindly behind him to pat at Sonder's shoulder. He took the melted blob from Sonder's fingers and held it uncertainly under his nose. The boys peered into the cauldron. "We can try again. Look, see... oh. Oh no. Er, you don't happen to have more of those alihotsy leaves, do you? I--" Paxton ducked his head, sheepish, jostling Sonder. "I think I ate most of them." Pax held up a leaf and tickled Sonder's chin with it; this made Pax snort with laughter.

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Paxton glanced guiltily at his peer, whose nose was buried in a potions book. They were busily muttering the recipe under their breath, clearly preoccupied. Paxton cleared his throat, pointing at their concoction. He tried to look as innocent as possible. “Er, so, was I s'pposed to stir the alihotsy leaves clockwise or counterclockwise?” Pax wasn’t even in potions. He’d only been trying to help a friend.

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forest for the trees {maeko & pax}

Paxton’s nose was still reddened with early-morning cold from the Owlery when he passed Maeko in the corridor. His knitted stocking cap flopped over his ears, the tail draped over his shoulder. Paxton slowed to a halt, tucking empty package wrappings under his arm. He’d already shoved the contents into his robe pockets. A corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and he raised his hand in a small wave. “’Lo,” he greeted her, warmly. They really hadn’t caught up since the holidays. Even before the break, the painful events of last semester had inevitably driven them to their own separate corners of the castle for respite. For quiet recovery. Paxton couldn’t help but feel responsible for that. 

On a whim, Paxton reached for his pockets. His hands found the jar of sewing needles, the pencil, the lighter, the razor, the thick thread kept on a spool. They found the vials of Zonko’s Indelible Ink. Paxton took the needles and ink in his hands and held them out to her. It was an offering. “You want?” Paxton asked, rattling the jar. “I just got it. I was going to do it myself, but there’s always enough for two.” In his room, he had alcohol swabs and cotton balls carried all the way from Somerset. In his nightstand, he had parchment covered in tiny sketches of trees: endless doodles done during classtime, an entire forest. Paxton had been dreaming of his father, under the ground, and trees, always growing. “I’ve never done it,” Paxton said, but he was anything but nervous. His body language was nothing less than eager, anticipatory, as he shifted from foot to foot. Paxton had been waiting a week for this package. He’d been waiting since Somerset, really. Paxton only ever got tattoos to commemorate what he felt to be the most important changes in his life, and he hadn’t ever done one on himself. The combination of these things had him humming with energy.

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would you ever sleep with tucker and maeko? (seuxally, of course. come on paxton.)

Oi, mate! How are you? ‘aven’t seen your grey face in a minute! Mind you, d’you normally make a habit of asking if mates would shag each other? S’not that I’m offended or anythin’. Nah, s’just that I‘ve had a nice think about it, alright, an’ I feel like– an’ I’m never the best at this– but I feel maybe this is sort of a private thing you discuss with all the people involved before you answer. Like, see, m’not a private person, right? But Maeko and Tucker are.

S’not like I haven’t thought about it. ‘Cos I do. I’ve thought about it. I’m just not sure– there are a couple ways I can show I care about them, an’ shagging is only one. An’ I don’t think shagging them is the best way to love them at the moment. 

But I’m all for intimacy. If that feeling ever led to shagging, I’d be pleased.

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21 (you are a treasure)

Prompt: threesome with a tree(could be considered a continuation of the festival au)

Pine needles prickled against his bare back. Above them was a canopy of thick, sweet-smelling green. The cool late evening breeze made Paxton shiver with involuntary tremors as it washed over him, and Loxley’s spit was drying on his neck and his chest.

“Paxton. I need you to pay attention.”

Loxley laid one warm, broad palm on his inner thigh. Paxton hummed. When Loxley curled his fingers, gathering the flesh there, pulling warningly at the soft skin, Paxton forced himself to focus on the man infront of him. His legs parted obediently for Loxley to fit between them, because that was easy, but his mouth seemed unable to choose what question to ask. It just stayed open, panting, damp from Loxley’s kisses. “M’ paying attention, Loxley, s’just too—” 

Then Loxley’s dirty thumb was sliding slickly along his lower lip and right into his mouth, against his tongue, and Loxley’s uneven fingernails were dragging callously down his inner thigh. Paxton could feel his muscles contracting beneath Loxley’s hand. Sensation sparked along Paxton’s spine, and his hips rose up like a wave. “Now you are,” Loxley said, grinning sharply at him, not even a little sorry, and added, “Just trying to help you focus. Gotta focus, Pax.” Paxton only laughed, slightly breathless, because Loxley hadn’t even touched his cock and he was finding it difficult to focus on anything else. 

Paxton couldn’t look away from Loxley and he didn’t want to. It was good he didn’t, because he could notice the slight edge to Loxley’s smile, barely there and well hidden. Pax realized that for all Loxley was determined to take control of this and make them both feel good—for all that he knew Loxley wanted this— Loxley was still hesitating, nervous. Paxton reached out and put his hands on Loxley, gently running his fingertips over as much of him as Paxton could reach, before settling one hand on Loxley’s hip and easing him back until he was sitting back on Paxton’s thighs. Then, slowly, because he fully intended for Loxley to pay attention, he gripped Loxley’s cock and stroked just once, upward, tight and unbearably slow in a way he knew would leave Loxley a trembling mess, because Loxley did not want to do slow.

Loxley rose up onto his knees, his hips following Paxton’s hand. His fingers slipped from Paxton’s mouth in distraction. Paxton’s lips were rosy when Loxley pulled back, Paxton’s hand still stroking lazily between their bodies.

“More, Pax,” Loxley hissed, finally. Paxton was touching him the way Paxton would touch himself, because it was all Paxton knew. As Paxton had suspected, it wasn’t enough for Loxley. He could see Loxley struggling to let Paxton steer this, and he could see the moment Loxley realized that he knew what he wanted and how he wanted to do this now. The edge he’d seen in Loxley’s smile was gone, replaced by want. Loxley’s fingers clenched around Paxton’s forearm on another too-slow upstroke. “Pax, fuck, this is— I said I want—”

Paxton leaned upward, one hand bracing against a tree root, and slid his cheek against Loxley’s. “You don’t have to ask, Loxley. Want you to feel good. M’ all yours.” Loxley made an exasperated noise low in his throat, pulled Paxton into a kiss that was sloppy and unguarded, and then began sucking kisses into Paxton’s throat with his lips, teeth and tongue. Paxton’s reaction was wordless and broken, and his breath came in harsh pants. Then Loxley tilted Paxton’s head in order to bite his way up Paxton’s jawline and down the side of his neck, sharp teeth and humid breath, and he held Paxton’s thighs apart to push hard and wet against him. Paxton put his lower hand on the small of Loxley’s back to urge him on while they rocked and slid together in tight, slick circles, and pine needles were crushed and sweet-smelling underneath his bare back with every fast, faster motion of Loxley’s hips.

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*whispers* this is the most paxton brady that ever paxton’d ever and maddi somehow managed to nail certain private headcanons i’ve had about paxton for a long time without ever speaking about them to anyone and it’s too late i ship it and maddi did more than stellar plz pax deserves all the nice underthings that he feels pretty in and *whispers even more quietly* he was going to wear them like normal shorts he was going to wear them like normal shorts to the grocery store and maddi captured exactly how paxton flirts without doing/being anything different than his usual intimate and loving self like i’m convinced he knew exactly what he was doing when he took the shorts off and i

lol look at me what a silly. this is just smut but i mean c’mon she made it a character study