Time turner mayhem resulting in Hogwarts Legacy and Hogwarts Mystery together in the same time
*Poppy and Barnaby silent screaming while hugging puffskin, in order not to scare they cute fluff balls*
*Natty and Rowan hyping each other up, talking about how they have disregarded their own safety for their MC*
*Garreth taking aggressively fast notes as Penny talks about potions to the point of sweat*
*Imelda, Merula and Ismelda discussing who's the best in a surprisingly civil manner*
*Badeea and Amit disagreeing on a very small detail in Badeea's star map*
*Leander staring at Bill and Charlie, growing more and more red in the face*
Leander: "So your mother's a Prewett?"
Bill: "Was a Prewett".
Leander: "And is now a Weasley?"
Charlie: "Yes".
Leander: *rubbing his forehead* "Oh goodness".
*Everett, Tonks and Tulip planning to pull and prank so big, that it will extend over almost 100 years*
*Ben telling Duncan that being scared is okay as they watch Poppy and Barnaby play around with the puffskins. It's when you do it even though you're scared, that you're showing true bravery*
*Andre and Diego teaming up with Sacharissa to give Andrew fashion advise*
*Lucan and Jae sharing advice on how to keep illegal activity secret from the professors*
*Adelaide and Chiara talking calmly in the corner*
*Liz and Arthur vibing*
*Sebastian, HL MC, Talbott and HM MC staring at them all with Ominis just hanging out around them*
HL MC: "Okay this is kind of weird".
Talbott: "Yeah, it's almost as if we were created by the same people, but one of once became much more popular that the other, to the point where one of their main characters is being added into other game plays with a semi official statement from the creatures, stating that they have the intention of turning it into franchise, while the other one is not even considered cannon".
Sebastian: "Wow, that felt very targeted".
HM MC: "Talbott, wtf".
Talbott: "Sorry, Trelawny is getting to me".
*All four returning to watch their friends in silence*
Ominis: "Soooo, who's the Gaunt of your time?"
HM MC and Talbott: *makes eye contact before laughing nervously* "Well it's funny that you asked..."
Likes: Donuts, "Love and Peace", Comedy, Nature, Helping others
Dislikes: Violence, Loneliness, Tragedy, Harm to the Innocent
Hobbies: Exploring, Stargazing, Spending time with friends
Fears: The unknown, Losing control, Failure, Harming Others, Being Alone
Family and Friends:
Father: Muggle (Unknown)
Mother: Muggle (Unknown)
Siblings:
A few muggle siblings (Unknown)
Twin brother Nai, also a wizard and shares rare ability with Vash
Friends: Rory Wilder, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow
Magic:
Special Abilities: Can wield and use Ancient Magic
Boggart: His darker self
Patronus: Phoenix
Polyjuice: Glints of gold and silver flecks would shimmer in a rich amber color. Taste like wild berries and honey followed by a warm, spicy kick of cinnamon and cloves. The aftertaste would linger with a hint of smokiness
Amortentia: Fresh Rain, Gunpowder, Vanilla and Sage
Backstory:
Vash's backstory is a captivating yet heartbreaking tale. Born into a destitute Muggle family alongside his twin brother Nai, they were the only ones in their large brood to possess magical abilities. At the age of eight, their parents, unable to comprehend or cope with their uniqueness, callously cast them out into the streets to fend for themselves. Facing the harsh reality of homelessness, Vash and Nai clung to each other for support, relying on their wits to survive the unforgiving streets. In a stroke of fate, Vash obtained a stolen revolver, providing a semblance of protection for himself and his brother amidst the perilous urban landscape.
Their fortunes took a pivotal turn when they received letters of acceptance from Ilvermorny at the age of eleven, granting them a chance to harness their magical potential. At school, they quickly distinguished themselves, drawing the attention of Professor Rem Saverem, their History of Magic instructor, who took them under her wing. Professor Saverem became a mother to the orphaned boys, offering them guidance and nurturing their burgeoning talents in a nurturing environment.
Despite their shared upbringing, Vash and Nai took divergent paths in their magical education. While Vash reveled in camaraderie and levity, earning a reputation as the class clown, Nai excelled academically, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and power. Tensions between the brothers escalated when Nai sought forbidden knowledge to further enhance his abilities, leading to a confrontation that ultimately ended in tragedy. Nai's descent into darkness culminated in a catastrophic act of violence, leaving devastation in his wake.
In the aftermath of the tragedy, Vash found himself ostracized and scrutinized by authorities, his academic performance suffering as a result. Faced with the threat of expulsion and the loss of his magical privileges, he was sent to Hogwarts in a last-ditch effort to salvage his education. It's at Hogwarts where Vash encounters Aurora 'Rory' Wilder, another wielder of ancient magic, and together they embark on a quest to thwart Nai's nefarious plans and prevent further catastrophe.
Haunted by his past and burdened by the weight of responsibility, Vash struggles to find redemption amidst the chaos unleashed by his brother's actions. Yet, fueled by a newfound sense of purpose and the bonds forged with his allies, he remains determined to confront his demons and fight for a brighter future.
Academics:
Best Subject: Muggle Studies
Favorite Subject: DADA
Favorite Professor: Professor Hecat
Worst Subject: Ancient Runes
Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration
Least Favorite Professor: Professor Shah
Student Life:
Vash initially struggles academically. He is very smart but doesn't always like to apply himself
Despite the challenges he faces, he forms meaningful friendships with his fellow students.
Throughout his student life, Vash grapples with moral dilemmas and inner turmoil stemming from his past and the actions of his brother. He wrestles with questions of guilt, redemption, and the nature of good and evil, struggling to find his place in a world that often judges him based on his family history.
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Thomas stumbled into someone as he was pushed. All he got knowing Minho came through as well, was a subtle brush to his back. The room was surprisingly still packed, but not as much as before he supposed. Most importantly, it appeared Teresa had left.
From the hint his now boyfriend provided, Thomas had a fair idea of what Minho had in mind and it sent a pleasant thrill down his spine. First things first.
He made his way through the crowd looking for his friends, having to pass by a couple archways in his search, which predictably got him some taps and for the most part, he ignored it.
Thomas acknowledged number 16 though, turning towards her. She was fairly pretty to say the least, but he noticed they weren’t even directly under a mistletoe. How had he missed this? No wonder Minho had been pissed… Blinking the thought away, Thomas tried to make out the words through the loud music. His frown must have given away his displeasure however, because she withdrew the hand still on his shoulder.
“Yeah, can I help you?” he said. The girl stammered a lot trying to come up with an excuse of stopping him in between arches. Come to think of it…many of the mistletoe had disappeared. Maybe Newt’s thing had been achieved?
Just then he spotted Rachel. “I have to go.”
Thomas pushed through the crowd, feeling at least five more taps before he reached his friend. He included them in his count anyways. As soon as she spotted him, Rachel marched over.
“Really?!” Hands on her hips, she frowned at him.
“I got held up,” Thomas shrugged. To be fair, Minho had held him up—against the wall—though he doubted Rachel would appreciate that definition. The memory must have warmed his cheeks because his friend’s mouth dropped open.
“Are you serious!! Thomas that’s so irresponsible!…what if—“
“Hey, Teresa isn’t here right? So I’m good,” he shot her his winning smile.
“You’re staying aren’t you?” Rachel’s shoulders sagged, knowing she’d have to sneak back to the tower on her own. If she’d known once Thomas started thinking with his dick, he turned into a shit best friend? She’d have protested his ‘activities’ a little more.
Like he could ready her thoughts, Thomas grinned as he walked away from her. “I believe in you!” And that’s when it happened.
“Hi,” said a voice husked in his ear. Thomas spun around coming face to face with Minho. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. “Number?” That prompted a response.
“Seventeen.” He hardly had to whisper, what with the murmur of the crowd around them. Before either could say anything, another voice called out.
“Minho!” Minho and Thomas turned towards Newt, who was radiating with happiness. Minho raised an eyebrow, a silent question, which Newt answered with a wide smile.
“What is it?” Thomas looked between the two of them, getting a ping of..fuck what was that feeling? Getting impatient Thomas repeated himself, only louder, “What is it?!”
“What do you think?” Newt said smugly as he passed them, pushing Minho towards Thomas purposely so he stumble into him, sandwiching Thomas between his boyfriend (heh) and the wall. He was only too familiar with the position and fuck, his knees turned weak as Minho’s pupils dilated.
“So you gonna kiss me or what?” he breathed against pink lips, just before they slotted in with his. He fought a whimper and failed miserably when Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth in a wet, claiming kiss.
The sound probably got drowned out by the suddenly too loud Christmas music, but Thomas could literally feel the waves of satisfaction coming off Minho as he growled low, pressing Thomas firmly against the wall.
He may have pulled the Slytherin harder to him. His hands may have found their way into Minho’s hair. He may have parted his legs in subtle invitation.
Minho didn’t take the bait though.
“Public, remember?” Smugness still radiated off him, “Besides…thirteen more to go.” And then he was gone. Thomas sagged against the wall beside the pillar he’d been smushed against, trying to get his breathing under control.
Suddenly, he realized he had an audience. Two girls were staring wide eyed at him, before looking at each other.
“Wow. Harriet, take notes,”
“I ship it!” the other girl giggled, staring after Minho, who parted the crowd with ease. Thomas noticed him getting taps too. Minho didn’t even react and warmth curled in Thomas’ chest.
“Are you finally together now?” the shorter one asked, eyes sparkling.
“Um..” Thomas found he didn’t want to outright lie about his relationship so he was stuck on what to say, just looking at her stupidly. Then her words struck him. “Finally?”
She rolled eyes, and shook her light blonde hair in exasperation. “The staring? In the Great Hall? You do know the Hufflepuff table is between, right?” Thomas blushed crimson. Maybe him coming out to the school wouldn’t be a complete surprise…
“Like I said,” the one still giggling came up closer too, “I ship it. Come on Sonya!! We just got here! Alby finally arrived so Newt’s only kept quarter of the mistletoe!”
She confirmed what he had suspected which..Shit! Newt might take them all down and if that was the case…Thomas may have to purposely bump into people just to get their attention, just to turn them down. Every countdown reaching one, sent a thrill through him. Minho must be watching because as soon as he reached 30, Minho appeared again.
Minho holding him in the middle of the archway made Thomas warm all over, arousal skyrocketing. Here, they were much more visible, and this time *he* was the one to crash his lips against Minho’s, biting his bottom lip hard before demanding more. More contact. More kisses.
They were just them now and he was free to do this, “Washroom. Now!” he growled and walked away.
No sooner had Thomas turned into the hallway leading away, that Minho pushed him into an available washroom.
Thomas' hands roamed everywhere, bodily pinning Minho to the tiled wall, fingers sinking through the Slytherin’s soft hair as they kissed. A big change from their previous dynamic, but Thomas surprised himself, loved this freedom.
A hand sneaked between them and Thomas’ head fell forward, feeling Minho rub over his pants. The lack of underwear and the fact he’d just come, made Thomas push away.
“Sensitive,” he whimpered into Minho’s mouth as an explanation. In response, Minho slide his hands under Thomas’ thighs, lifting him easily onto the counter to remind him where else he was sensitive, the burn on his tender backside making him whine.
“Selfish little tease aren’t you,” Minho bit his bottom lip, sucking on it and that just rocketed his arousal higher, body naturally reacting to the ministrations. “So demanding, I’ll just have to open you up gently then. Maybe that’ll teach you some patience,”
“Minho don’t you dare!!”
“Hey, if our first time as ‘just us’ is going to be in a public washroom because you’re so impatient to get dicked, then you are going to endure my demands too.”
Thomas whined petulantly again, and Minho pecked him on the lips as if that would placate him. He’d experienced Minho taking his time before. At least this time he didn’t have a cock ring on.
Then all of a sudden Minho froze and stepped away.
“W-what are you doing?” Thomas asked confused, missing his boyfriend’s body heat instantly.
“I just..I didn’t even ask if you wanted to top? I mean—since it’s our first time and all, we can swit—“
“Minho just ‘dick’ me already! Or tease me or whatever the fuck you were planning okay?” Minho still looked conflicted, so Thomas took a deep breath and pulled him closer. They were still clothed, so small mercies.
“I think you know we’re not going to be able to not be how we’re used to. When it comes to sex, cuffed or not, I’m always going to be a needy lil’ shit and you’re gonna be the one to put me in my place. Okay?” Minho’s mouth dropped open in surprise and Thomas grinned, pleased at the reaction. “Just seeing you in a hallway accidentally turns me on…And I’m not complaining.”
“You’re so hot when you’re that eager,” he flicked Thomas’ pant button open one handedly, and yanked it down and off. Thomas slipped out of his shoes without being told. “Always ready for a good time, huh?”
“Yes,” Thomas licked his lips, bucking his hips forward until Minho grabbed them, stilling his movements, “please?”
“I’m sure you can do better than that, since you’re apparently ‘oh so desperate’,” the mischief was back in his eyes.
“Minho, don’t tease! You promised if I said no to them, you would give it to me!”
“That’s true,” Minho tugged Thomas’ shirt signalling wanting it off, and just like that, Thomas was completely bare but when Minho went to undress himself, he was stopped.
“What?”
“Can..ahh, can you leave your clothes on?” Thomas blushed furiously, as his boyfriend’s heated gaze traveled down his body.
“You’re the kinkiest fucker I’ve ever met, Thomas,” Minho shook his head, but obliged him, kissing Thomas’ nose gently when he was pulled forward. Then without warning, he slipped a lubed finger into Thomas’ puckered hole.
“Shit, Minho,” Thomas hissed, surprised.
“You should know,” Minho started conversationally, working Thomas open at a glacial pace. “I really haven’t soundproofed, so you might want to keep it down huh?”
“What!! Nononono Minho that’s no-not—“
“That’s not completely hot? Because this is saying otherwise,” Minho flicked Thomas’ hard cock, that was already leaking precome despite his recent orgasm.
Thomas bit his lip hard, trying to stop pleasured gasps from escaping, which only encouraged Minho to tease him harder. The threat was real so he was about to plead again, when Minho found his prostrate and a shout escaped him, mortifying him, “I ca..ant. Please, you’re wand..use your wand!”
“My wand? You’ll get my wand when I’m satisfied with opening you up…” he growled in Thomas’ ear and he shuddered, fisting his hands on Minho’s shirt like it would save him from the humiliation of being found out if he couldn’t keep quiet.
Then Minho did something surprising; he placed the wand in question on the opposite side of the marble sink Thomas sat on, “There you go. Soundproof it yourself if you’re so worried.”
Thomas blushed and sent Minho a pleading look. The bastard was actually gonna do this to him? The slow romantic song was playing in the party room on low volume, almost felt like it was mocking him—any sounds he made would easily be heard, and if there’s one thing he’d learned about himself being with Minho, he was loud.
“Please!” Thomas whispered in frustration as Minho lightly brushed his prostrate but mostly avoided it all together. He never realized what a difference a command made versus self-will. Being ordered to make no noise was nothing in comparison to the threat of exposing himself if he was too loud.
—
Minho smirked, watching Thomas’ conflicting face. He wasn’t one to push a kink, so if Thomas did end up using the wand, the Ravenclaw knew Minho would still torture him by gently fingering him open.
They’d maybe slow-dance, maybe leave the party room and find a corridor not filled with judgemental portraits, as Thomas went to his knees. But that’s it—sexual fun times at least. Minho was an endless romance novel.
If Thomas chose not to play at all tonight, they could always try it some other time. This was easy in comparison because they didn’t have immediate company close by, but that wasn’t what this was about, was it?
No..no..this was a deliberate move, getting Thomas to decide his privacy level. It was about admitting it: his desperation, his need to get fucked and his choosing of not soundproofing the room when given the opportunity.
“Please,” Thomas quietly begged again. “I’ve been good.” It was humiliating, but that was the whole point.
“I already told you,” Minho gestured nonchalantly to his wand, slicking up another finger with plenty of lube within Thomas’ line of sight, just to provide next to no friction as he eased them inside, thumbing the head of Thomas’ leaking cock simultaneously.
Minho smirked inwardly, an idea coming to mind. He picked up his wand making it look as though taking pity on Thomas, that a look of relief crossed Thomas’ face. He reacted too quickly. Poor baby.
“Going once.” Minho stared straight into Thomas’ wide eyes, when he realized—
“Going twice.” Watching Thomas admit it, albeit silently, turned him on so much.Thomas opened and closed his mouth, trembling at being taunted like this. It was absolutely delicious the way his face reddened, looking at the wand but didn’t move. Didn't move a muscle.
Even when Minho whispered softly, slowly tucking it away. “Gone.”
“What now?” Thomas had barely stuttered those words out, when Minho zeroed in hard on Thomas’ prostrate and he moaned loud, hurriedly cut off by slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Fuck, this isn’t slo—“ Minho jabbed his prostrate again.
“Oh baby, you should have taken it,” Minho said casually, as though he wasn’t driving Thomas insane with on and off stimulation, punishing him for mouthing off.
“Please,” Thomas trembled against Minho, shirt clutched tightly in his grasp, as he panted into his shoulder.
“Please what, Thomas? You’re the one that wants this party to know how slutty you are.” Minho said. Thomas cried out into his shoulder, undecided if he wanted to back away from Minho’s fingers or push forward to get them deeper. “Ohh..you want more?”
“Yes..n-no I—Minho I can’t!!”
“Yeah, I understand where you’re coming from,” Minho timed it perfectly, finding his prostrate again and circling it slowly, giving continued but light stimulation on the word *coming*, smirking as Thomas arched back, failing to hold back a whimper, trembling as he wrapped his arms around Minho’s broad shoulders.
“I know you can be quieter than this…” Minho said voice low, “which can only mean you want to be heard. You want to be heard begging and crying, and whining to cum. Such an upstanding student you are.”
Using his other hand, he wrapped a hand around Thomas’ still sensitive erection and jacked it off slowly, watching for Thomas' tell-tale signs, until Thomas gasped wetly, shaking against him, right on the edge..the edge—
Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and hand from Thomas’ cock. Thomas stared wordlessly in shock as his dick pathetically ejaculated, but with none of the mind numbing pleasure attached to it. Minho had actually ruined it—left Thomas horny and so so needy.
Thomas burst out crying, mindlessly begging, fighting so hard to not to be too loud. He had no idea what he was saying, just that the energy which had been building under the surface with Minho’s endless teasing—was still frustratingly there but no relief in sight.
The need being too high, Thomas thoughtlessly grabbed Minho’s fingers to move in him again, even though he knew it wouldn’t do anything but drive himself crazy. Minho couldn't hold his amusement in any longer, eyebrows raised as Thomas' cock bobbed at his gaze, even as he whimpered humiliated.
“Look at you, so desperate for anything aren’t you, baby?” Thomas didn’t respond and keened high when Minho grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, “Aren’t you?” he repeated louder, and Thomas blubbered his agreement immediately.
“Get down.” Minho commanded, and on wobbly legs Thomas obeyed, feeling shame eat at him even more as his painfully hard and exposed cock, brushed against Minho’s clothes—Minho who looked poised and perfectly composed while he probably looked like a wreck.
“Turn around, hands on the mirror.”
Thomas swallowed hard. It was one thing imagining what he looked like while being fucked and another actually seeing Minho destroying his sanity while he was ordered to watch. Because he knew his Dom was sadistic enough that he’d get Thomas to watch.
But Minho was hitting all his buttons tonight and he was in heaven and hell for it. Despite knowing it was useless, Thomas begged anyways, “Please, please no,”
Minho smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile.
Thomas bodily shuddered as Minho’s palms trailed lightly on his sides, before reaching his hips, spinning him around abruptly and Thomas held himself on the counter just in time. Describing Thomas as a wreck was a huge understatement and his red bitten lips trembled at the sight, knowing by the time Minho was done with him, he’d look..look..
“Cock-drunk,” Minho promised darkly, as though he could read his mind, fingers grazing his hole but not giving him what he wanted. He gulped and placed his hands on the mirror, willing his legs not to give out. He could tell Minho was trying not to outright laugh at his pathetic attempt at composure, eyes noticing his cock twitch, and knew with certainty—his sadistic boyfriend was gonna make him scream.
—
His boyfriend was beautiful in his submission, this level of trust was one Minho would never forget. He pressed himself against Thomas’ back, making him hyper aware of their power imbalance, the course texture of his clothes rubbing on Thomas’ still bruised ass. Given Thomas’ embarrassed face, Minho knew he was super aware of it too.
“Love it when you’re on display for me,” he whispered in his ear, as he twisted Thomas’ nipples, a finger running down the length of Thomas’ cock, getting another jerk as Thomas moaned low, head tipped back onto Minho’s shoulder.
He allowed him that brief reprieve, looking forward to destroying whatever illusion Thomas had of his dignity—made all the more delicious with his given consent.
“Minho,” Thomas whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“Cock, please..?” his voice was soft, pleading like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to talk.
Thomas tended to sink fast, so Minho didn’t remind him that regular rules didn’t apply this time. They were scening sure, but they weren’t scening per se, but still he didn’t dare break that mindset. By his tone though, Minho would say his boyfriend was on board for whatever he’d planned next.
“You’re asking for cock? Still think your little cock is of importance, I see,” he flicked Thomas’ hard-on with more force this time, making him buck his hips as pleasure ripped across his body. Thomas shook his head frantically, but Minho flicked it three more times just for fun. “What then? Want my cock?”
“Yes, I—I want to please you. I need..I need to please you, please?”
Minho raised his eyebrows unimpressed when their eyes met through the mirror, “You better be able to do better than that, if you want my cock.”
Thomas’ head dropped to hide his red face. Fuck. Knew what he had to say in order to get what he wanted. It made him deliriously horny. “Want to be used. Want you to use me, please? Please use me…”
“Is my little toy feeling empty already? My slutty bitch gonna make yourself useful finally?” Minho unzipping his pants sounded so loud in the small washroom. Thomas went bright red at the reminder and degrading words but nodded anyways. “Go on then,”
Minho rolled his eyes when Thomas looked confused “Are you expecting me to help you? Put my cock in, and keep those asscheeks spread for me.” Minho smirked as Thomas became unable to keep eye contact. Hand shaking, he guided Minho’s hard cock into his well prepped hole, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full.
Being inside Thomas felt amazing, Minho was determined to offer the same and drive Thomas crazy with lust. He snapped his hips forward, the action pushing Thomas against the counter, arms shaking as Minho hit his prostrate at every thrust.
Thomas’ jaw hung slack at the overstimulation. His hands still holding himself open, he had no hope to disguise his pleasured sounds and Minho looked on with satisfaction, but you know what would be better?
“Don’t drop your eyes or there will be consequences,” Minho’s pace quickened, Thomas’ hole was so tight, it felt so good, as he watched Thomas watch himself, have to use his stomach muscles to hold himself high enough, Thomas' moans helplessly falling from his red bitten lips.
“Can you imagine?” Minho switched the speed and began fucking into him leisurely, “Imagine if someone found you moaning on Slytherin cock. Holding your asscheeks open, begging for cum, you a proper, supposedly poised, respectable, Prefect acting like a shameless whore?”
“I-I’m not a wh-hore,” To his embarrassment, he whined high as Minho kept a steady rhythm, spreading his thighs wider, displaying his hole clearly.
“Your body doesn’t lie, baby” Minho whispered hotly in his ear, “Exactly how long ago did you cum, that you’re hard already? I even let you cum, what..two minutes ago and still you’re dick’s so shameless, so needy. I can feel you sucking me in. So so eager for more, what does that make you if not a desperate whore?” Minho taunted and Thomas’ face burned hot.
“Go on..tell me. Sure as hell doesn’t make you a good boy.” When Thomas kept quiet eyes dropping in shame, Minho squeezes his balls in warning and he jerked his eyes back to the mirror, his eyes tearing up at the pain. And for the second time that night, Minho backed up.
“NO!” Thomas cried out loud, tears falling in streaks down his face. Hands returned to the mirror, and he struggled to hold himself up with the shock of Minho moving away. Minho smirked as he stood still, watching lazily.
“Look at yourself, baby. Horny and desperate and Loud, you want a reward? You have to work for it dirty boy. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Without thinking, Thomas pushed his own hips back desperately and judging by his teary eyes widening, he finally clued in.
Minho hadn’t been planning on fucking him stupid. No, this ultimate act of humiliation, acting like a needy bitch came from himself, using his own body, his hole to pleasure Minho like a toy, as Minho simply stood there. It was degrading, feeling like an object meant only to give pleasure without getting any. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped trying to get off, and even after realizing it, couldn’t bring himself to stop.
His shame morphing to arousal only made him leak harder. Made him fuck back harder.
“Go on…show me how much of a slut you really are, so hungry for cock, so desperate to please, using your body to get me, and only me off. Isn’t that right?”
Minho laughed as Thomas’ hands slid down the mirror, jaw slacked, eyes glazed, no strength left in holding himself up now. He was sobbing continuously, so beyond overstimulated but still he had a job to do. All his energy went into pushing his hips back and clenched his hole to make it good for the other boy. He felt Minho's cock pulse in his hole and clenched his splichter tighter, a second later feeling Minho cum in him and then Thomas' pride truly disappeared.
“Puh-please, fuckplease make me come, I wanna come, please!” Dazed and flushed with want, lips swollen from trying to hold back sounds, Thomas pushed his hips back frantically, trying to find Minho’s cock. "I-I'll do anything! Ss-swear more! I'm so empty, wannna wann-"
He was surprised when Minho reached around to jack him off, as he stuffed three of his fingers in Thomas’ mouth, not wanting to chance a student hearing Thomas screaming for permission, over the music.
“I thought I told you to watch yourself,” and Thomas instantly obeyed, despite his front sliding on the counter, his nipples sore, his muscles turned to mush, and could barely hold his head up as he shamelessly sucked on Minho’s fingers. Fuck, he really was a slut.
And again like Minho could read his mind, he said, “We agreed you are a slut right? Do greedy sluts deserve to cum, baby?” Minho took his hand off Thomas’ red, painful, sensitive dick, and before Thomas could react, thrust two fingers suddenly in his hole, abusing his prostrate. A full-body shudder ran through him. “Well?” he asked, taking out his fingers dripping in drool, to let him answer.
“N-n-o Minho,” said the other boy collapsed beneath him.
“No what, Thomas?” For the first time since their hard play began, Minho asked softly.
“No a..a s-slu-t ll-ike me,” Thomas struggled to put words together, voice practically gone.
“Won’t come, right?”
Thomas’ face was wet, as was the counter under his face. His ass felt like it was on fire, hole so sore and a cock begging for release for what felt like hours. He doubted he had any energy left to stand even, twitching as he was still stimulated by Minho’s fingers pleasurably torturing him. Won’t come. Wont. Minho had said. Won’t
“I-I w-won-nt c-cumm,” Thomas cried even harder.
“Promise? Even if you’re forbidden to touch yourself? I don’t know if you have that type of control yet, Thomas. What if you slip up and rut in your bed like a bitch while asleep? You’ll probably need the cage, huh?”
How could Minho sound so concerned as absolute filth left his mouth? Thomas was speechless as he pictured what had been said to him, and flushed even more. Worse was, Minho could see everything through the mirror, could see how much he loved the idea, how much he hungered for it.
“I n-n-neeed t-the cage, pl-lease,”
Finally Minho removed his fingers from Thomas’ ass, “Good boy.”
—
“Merlin, Minho I swear you fucked out my soul!” Thomas whispered furiously as Minho used his wand to clean them both up. Well, mostly Thomas.
“Doubtful. You can still talk,” Minho gave him a shit eating grin. When Thomas glared, he pointed out, “I spelled your cum-filled hole clean, like you wanted. I even used the cooling spell and numbing cream. Be grateful.” He was satisfied when Thomas dropped his eyes, blushing.
“How many days?” Thomas had yet to put his pants back on, staring at his cock cage expressionless.
“Three.” Thomas’ head shot up in shock. “It was for every time you looked away from the mirror. The actual count was five, so—“
“Yeah, yeah, be grateful,” Thomas muttered sullenly.
Minho grabbed his chin, tilting it up to kiss him softly. When Thomas’ pout remained, he hesitated. “Hey, I can take it off if it’s too much?”
“Umm..no?” Thomas wouldn’t look at him as he pulled his pants up. “I mean..it’s not too much. Only three days.”
“I won’t make it easy.” Minho warned. "For instance, wear this tomorrow morning,” he handed Thomas a butt plug. A vibrating one, fairly wide. It had a remote but only could be used in close range. Thomas shuddered, his cock trying to get hard already. Minho had to use the cooling charm on his cock too in order to put the cage on.
“Fuck. I’m too sensitive though,”
“Who said anything about fucking?”
“But I have Quidditch practice early tomorrow?”
“Not my problem,” Minho said airly, and Thomas looked like he was about to throw a fit. “Fine! Put it in, in the change room after practice,” Thomas looked mortified at the prospect, so he shrugged, “You’ll just have to be reeeally quiet when prepping yourself, but you’re good at that aren’t you, Thomas?”
“I really hate you Minho,” Thomas glared at him.
“I’m looking forward to that blowjob you’ll be giving me at some point,” Minho gave Thomas a playful kiss before stepping out of the unlocked washroom door. He smirked at the small whimper before closing it fully.
Ever since reading TRC, I had Hogwarts headcanons for the Raven Boys. I couldn’t resist writing a ficlet showing Pynch in a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.
Or, the one in which Ronan has a very bad feeling about what the Boggart in the chest was going to show for Adam Parrish...
It had taken an invite to a magical school in Scotland, boasting lessons in things like Charms and Trangsfiguration and Potions, for Ronan to finally not be tempted to skip classes.
Especially not Defence Against the Dark Arts, with the formidable Professor Potter. Ronan sat in the classroom now, wand already on the table, next to Adam. Potter was talking about their lesson today, on Boggarts.
‘You alright, Parrish?’ Ronan said, quietly, at the back of the class.
Adam’s knuckles were getting whiter and whiter as Professor Potter explained the practical element of their defence lesson to them, and Ronan could practically feel the tension fizzing from him.
Gently he placed one hand over Adam’s fist, willing him to relax. Adam nodded tightly, not looking away from Professor Potter. Ronan squeezed his hand and then dropped it as Professor Potter trained his very green eyes on the pair of them.
‘Parrish, Lynch, why don’t you two come down to the front and give it a go first.’
Ronan lifted his top lip into a silent snarl, but Adam was already getting to his feet. Ronan followed him close behind, glad not for the first time that Slytherin and Gryffindor had DADA classes together.
The old wooden chest at the front of the class wobbled menacingly as they approached, and Adam and Ronan drew their wands at the same time. It was still strange, Ronan thought, having an actual goddamn magic wand.
‘Parrish, you first,’ Potter said, crossing his arms and stepping back, giving them space.
Ronan noticed Adam tremble as he extended his wand, but only because he seemed to spend half of his life watching Adam’s hands. It was so slight he doubted anyone else would have noticed.
Ronan kept his own wand half-raised.
He had a very bad feeling about what the Boggart in the chest was going to show for Adam Parrish.
The lid of the chest flipped open, Adam widened his stance, and sure enough Robert Parrish crawled his way out of the box.
‘You useless piece of trash,’ Boggart-Robert snarled, pulling himself to full height, towering over Adam. ‘Think you’re too good for this family, huh? Think you can run away to some fancy-ass magic boarding school in Britain and you’ll be safe?’
Adam was as white as the ghosts that floated the halls of the castle - so different to Noah - his wand-hand falling as he watched the facsimile of his father advance on him. Boggart-Robert’s hand was raised, ready to strike his son down as he had done so many times before in real life.
Professor Potter watched the exchange in horror and belatedly pulled out his wand to stop it, but Ronan was faster. He darted in front of Adam, pushing him safely behind his back as Ronan raised his wand and snarled at the Boggart.
‘Oh no you don’t, you little shit,’ Ronan growled. ‘You’re not getting him.’
Boggart-Robert shimmered slightly and then morphed into Adam instead. Boggart-Adam collapsed to his knees, his eyes desperate and his hands scrabbling at his throat as he struggled for air, thick, black vines slowly choking him.
From behind him, Adam breathed Ronan’s name in horror, but Ronan had already cast the wand movement.
‘Riddikulus,’ he hissed. Boggart-Adam looked around in shock as the vines started to fatten and inflate, slowly morphing into colourful balloons and twisting themselves into the shapes of dogs as they floated towards the ceiling.
As the whole class laughed, Boggart-Adam rushed back to the chest, diving into the darkness.
Adam turned on his heel and marched out of the classroom.
Ronan looked at Potter briefly. Their Professor looked ashen, his wand useless in front with him. He looked at Ronan and something flashed in his eyes. Understanding? He gave Ronan a small nod.
‘Go after him,’ he said, before turning back to the class. Ronan stormed out of the classroom, catching Blue’s sympathetic gaze briefly as he did.
Adam was already halfway down the hall, far from the classroom, striding away on his long legs.
‘Parrish!’ Ronan called after him, breaking into a jog to catch up. Adam didn’t slow down. ‘Adam, c’mon, wait up.’
Catching up to him, Ronan put a hand on Adam’s shoulder but the other boy shrugged it off angrily.
‘Leave me alone, Lynch,’ Adam said, a warning tone in his voice.
Ronan ignored him. Instead he pulled Adam into a nearby broom cupboard, letting the door close behind them and plunging them into darkness. Ronan pulled Adam into an unforgiving bear hug, wrapping his arms around him and cradling Adam’s head into the hollow between his shoulder and his neck.
In the dark, safe in Ronan’s arms, the tension finally bled from Adam. His body melted into Ronan’s, and he let out a helpless sob. Ronan held him tight, letting him cry, without saying a word.
Eventually Adam’s tears stopped and he fell silent. He lifted his head from Ronan’s shoulder, and with shaking hands sought Ronan’s jaw, pulling his mouth close and kissing him, his tears wet against Ronan’s face.
‘Thank you,’ Adam whispered, and Ronan kissed him again.
‘Tamquam,’ he replied simply.
‘Alter idem,’ Adam murmured back with a sad little smile. Ronan took Adam’s hand in his and led him back into the daylight of the castle.
DADA was their last class of the day, and Ronan insisted on walking Adam back to the Slytherin dungeons.
Ronan was not surprised to find Blue already ensconced in the Slytherin common room, her small figure perched on a green leather chair, a scowling Gryffindor lioness among the snakes. It was just an act, of course, the other Slytherins adored Adam’s angry little friend and she them. They tolerated Ronan, mainly because they knew his presence in the common room wasn’t negotiable for Adam.
Blue was surrounded by seventh year Slytherins now, all with matching looks of fury and vengeance on their faces. When Adam and Ronan approached them, Oscar Montague was the first one to clap a hand on Adam’s shoulder, his dark eyes burning.
‘Parrish,’ he said, his voice low and dangerous. ‘Tell us everything. We’re going to get a portkey set up and go kill that bastard.’
There were murmurs of agreement from around the common room, as Adam was ushered forward into the seat next to Blue. Ronan hung back, his arms crossed and a small, satisfied smile on his face.
Adam had been accepted so fully into the Slytherin house, even though they’d only come to Hogwarts in the last year. He could feel the indignation and protectiveness of the gathered students for his boyfriend. Blue looked up at him and smiled as if she could read his mind.
Adam gave his new friends a weak smile and shook his head, even as someone Summoned a bottle of Firewhisky and pushed it into his hands. ‘It’s all in the past, now,’ he assured them. ‘I got out, thanks to Ronan. I’m never going back.’
It was all he would say.
For the first time, the assorted Slytherins gave Ronan respectful looks, as well as the second swig from the bottle of Firewhisky.
Preface that these are my opinion, you can totally disagree but please don't bash me for my selections. Feel free to comment your opinion, I like hearing different views on this particular topic ^^
Eddie Kaspbrak- GRYFFINDOR
I think Eddie would be surprised to hear the hat call out the house of bravery, but it doesn't make it any less true. The Sorting Hat can see past all the weaknesses Eddie's mother has convinced him he has and knows how, when it truly comes to it, Eddie is brave and would stand up for his friends. Besides, as Richie said, "You're braver than you think."
Richie Tozier- SLYTHERIN
Though I think Richie would be a Slytherin, I dont think it's the Hat's first choice for him 👀 In the book, Richie is actually really smart, but people pay more attention to his troublesome behavior rather than his intelligence. I think first instinct would really be Ravenclaw, but Richie is echoing in his head 'not Ravenclaw not Ravenclaw not Ravenclaw please I'll go crazy with all that nerdy shit-' so the Hat obliges
Stanley Uris- RAVENCLAW
Stanley has always been thought of as the wise, most mature one of the group. Its pointed out how he was well beyond his years. I don't think the Sorting Hat would have to barely touch his head before deeming him a Ravenclaw ^^
Mike Hanlon- HUFFLEPUFF
Mike's loyalty is one of his strongest assets. Obviously he is the one to stay in Derry even after everyone else had left and forgotten him. He sticks through it and values his friendship with the Loser's above it all.
Bill Denbrough- GRYFFINDOR
Naturally the leader of the Losers, Bill takes charge and has a certain protectiveness over each of his friends. Even when things don't look in their favor he'd be the one to look past the fear and try to think more towards victory. He keeps everyone together.
Beverly Marsh- SLYTHERIN
Bev can certainly be cunning and ambitious. Once her memories get triggered she has no problem leaving her husband and going to who and what she really wants. She's a badass in her own right when it comes to it. She and Richie would totally sport their green sweaters together
Ben Hanscom- HUFFLEPUFF
He yearned twenty seven years for a girl he hardly remembered. His loyalty to Beverly is a big part of him, even when she thought she loved Bill (whether it was confusion due to memory loss or when she simply liked Bill as a kid) he was ever so patient. It hurt, yeah, but he stayed with her anyway and finally they got to be happy together
