#drift-compaatible

[groot-writes]

a puppy, a groot/peter quill figurine, bamf heels, bubble wrap, and harry potter. yes, i said harry potter. the actual person.

that is perfection, although now I see a really confused Daniel Radcliffe and I can’t stop laughing.

[groot-writes]

[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? // [text]: Is there something I should know? (jason/ty)

jason → ty: I’m only going away for a few days for work.jason → ty: I’ll be home before you know it, and you’ll have the boys to keep you company.

jason → ty: Well it was meant to be a surprise...jason → ty: I was scheduling a play date, but since you’re such a nosy little one...

[chayyarp]

"You're everything to me."

I... I shouldn’t be. You should have more than just me, Randall. So much more. And not even just... You shouldn’t have me at all. I’m not built for this position. I shouldn’t be so closer to someone who’s so important...

[chayyarp]

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

Llyr rolled his head to the side, blinking sluggishly. Someone was talking -- low and steady -- and everything else was silence. Everything else was... Infirmary. He was in the Infirmary and there was an ache set deep in his chest. “Hurt me?” he asked. His voice came out faster than he had meant it.

Tucking his chin in, he caught sight of the dark fingers of a curse-mark over the right side of his chest. “Fuck?”

[chayyarp]

"You don't have to be alone."

I... I think I do. For this, I think I do, Randall. I’m sorry. I know he was your best friend and everything but... I loved him. Really loved him. I think I still do... I think something in me always will.

And I know that’s not fair to you. On a lot of levels. So I’m sorry and if it’s...not something you can handle or accept or whatever, I get it.

[chayyarp]

♕:Holding hands

It was funny to think that there had been a time when they weren’t really together. When they were fucking and Llyr was so opposed to calling it a “relationship.” And now they had been through a war together and come out on the other side. Alive and probably stronger for it. Llyr couldn’t imagine not calling what they had a relationship, not calling it love. Not showing it through all the ways they touched each other.

Heading home from work with Randall and their little clan of animals, Llyr was holding Randall’s hand and thinking of how they didn’t do this that often at Hogwarts. His hand slipped into Randall’s and their thumbs warm and crossed over.

[chayyarp]

♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes

Randall wandered into the kitchen, sleep still hung over his face. Llyr was caught up in trying to coax some breakfast into Cerys -- without getting it all over the top of her highchair -- that he didn’t notice right away. Randall dropped an absent kiss to Llyr’s temple and then collapsed into the chair across from him. “At least she only woke up once,” he said with a smile, reaching over to stroke at the little girl’s cheek.Cerys giggled and Llyr passed a grin on to his husband. Only to find him dressed in one of Llyr’s ratty The Clash tee-shirts and boxers that had certainly once belonged to Llyr. While all their clothes had become common property long ago, it was still fairly obvious what belonged to who. Randall and Llyr didn’t have very similar styles. And there was something about the thin fabric of his shirt stretched over Randall’s Quidditch shoulders that made heat blossom in Llyr’s stomach. It took Cerys making “Mmm mmm!” noises, prompting that she wanted more cereal, to wake him up.

[chayyarp]

♦:Slow dancing

It was at Randall’s family’s house -- Colin’s obstinate prejudice against all things magic working out for them for once. An iPod plugged into a stereo with the music whisper soft; it was closing in on two in the morning after all. With quiet hands, Llyr held his lover close. They swayed around the living room, some deep sense of calm holding through their chests.

Randall’s mother had been hurt, it seemed, to learn that they were staying at Llyr’s parent’s house after all was done with the war. So they were invited to spend the weekend at the Ryans and here they were now, 2 am at the end of Saturday and start of Sunday, dancing over the hook-knit rug in the living room with “Love Me Tender” crooning from the iPod.

Sighing sweetly, Llyr closed his eyes and ran one hand up Randall’s back. Cupping the back of his head, he fit his boyfriend’s head into the crook of his neck, fingers trailing through his short hair. Pitching his lips close to Randall’s ear, he sang along softly, “For my darling, I love you. And I always will...”