Teddy Lupin

Edward (Teddy) Lupin. Social Justice Warrior. Dreamer. Fighter.

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victxirewcaslcy:

Her heart nearly exploded, it was beating so hard against her chest as he held her, her face buried in his chest. He still smelled exactly as she remembered, musky with a hint of something spicy yet sweet. Merlin, how she had missed his scent. She could have stayed wrapped up in his arms forever, nestled in the crook of his neck, their hearts beating in time. Of course she knew it had to end sometime, but whenever that was it would be too soon.  When he finally did release her, she didn’t even bother wiping her eyes even though she knew she was on the verge of crying. She could even feel the first tear break free as his lips met with her cheek.

What had she done to deserve this? To be welcomed back into open arms? Lithe fingers brushed against her cheekbones, finally clearing the tears threatening to fall. “You did,” she said, her cheeks reddening at the compliment as she wrapped her free arm around his elbow, her head finding a home against him. “I missed you,” she mumbled as they reached the door, probably the only chance she would get to tell him in private due to their extremely nosey family. But what that “I missed you,” really meant was, “I love you.” She always had, and always would. No matter what happened between them, whether they ever got back to what they had been or not, Teddy would always have her heart.

Blue hues rolled in an exaggerated fashion as the door closed, several of her cousins wearing knowing smirks as the two entered the house. “Home,” the word rolled so smoothly off Victoire’s tongue as she gently squeezed his arm. As long as she was with him, near him, she was home. “It feels so good to be home.” Vic couldn’t help but giggle as Grandma Molly ushered everyone out of the room, muttering something about leaving them to their business. The blonde released her hold on Teddy’s arm once the kitchen was free of lookers on, turning to face him. “Come on, Lupin. Catch me up on everything.”

Teddy felt his cheeks flush and he had to look away for a moment. If he was being honest with himself, he had always loved Victoire. She was always the girl to steal his heart and she never failed to tickle a smile onto his lips. He looked back at her then, resisting the urge to kiss her in front of everyone. “I missed you, too, Weasley.” He squeezed her hand before dropping in as the cousins washed over her. 

Once everyone had left, Teddy brewed them tea and sat down at the table, reaching over and placing his hand on hers. “Well. I’ve been pretty flat out with rehearsals and shows, so I haven’t seen much of the fam. But from what I know Albus is killing it at Quidditch, he and I have been pretty close over the last couple months.” He smiled softly, lifting his drink to his lips. “And you, what’ve you been up to?”

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mischievouspotter: 

Biting down on his bottom lip, Albus let his eyes rake over the other’s form appreciatively. So many times over the years he had seen Teddy shirtless, and every time he had to pretend he hadn’t noticed how toned his arms were, how broad his shoulders were. But not now, not tonight. He was allowed to look and touch. Albus allowed his head to fall to the side as Teddy’s lips trailed across his skin, a soft moan issued from the back of his throat, grasping at the other’s biceps, letting his fingers lightly scrape against Teddy’s skin.

With slight disappointment, Albus pouted as Teddy pulled back, moving his hands back down across his chest until they came to a rest at the small of the other’s back, his thumb running back and forth along the spine. “Please tell me you don’t burst into song when you orgasm. Because I will laugh.” Albus said jokingly, reaching up to bat Teddy’s hand away. “Aw, come on. You’re messin’ it up.” Taking hold of the other man’s hand, he locked their fingers together as he leaned forward, stopping just before their lips met. “I’m serious, Teddy. I will laugh if you start singing.”

Teddy felt a chill run down his spine as he felt Albus’ fingers touch him in ways he had craved and, as his face went pure red, he wondered what else those fingers could do. He chuckled at the boy’s words, moving his hands quickly to ruffle the boy’s hair once again. “Come on. You Potter men have uncontrollably messy hair, just accept it.” He said, toying the boy’s locks with his fingers as he leaned down and took Albus’ lips gently, using his other hand to tilt the other’s chin, giving him easy access if he wanted it.

A chuckle escaped his lips as they kissed, and he pulled back, looking down at Albus with a wicked grin. “Well,” he said, straightening up and letting his fingers run down the boy’s form, his thumbs caressing his skin. “You asked for it,” he warned as his hands rested at the boy’s belt, and he felt the song building in the back of his throat. “They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall; Thirty hours to live - how shall i spend them?” The boy sang, a song from Heathers that had grown to be his favourite and, coincidentally, seemed very fitting for the situation. 

“Wait…here’s an option that I like: Spend those thirty hours gettin’… freaky!” He continued, undoing Albus’ belt and ripping it from his jeans as the song intensified. He leaned in, serenading the boy between chuckles, an almost orgasmic erection forming in his boxers as he undid Albus’ buttons. “I need it hard, I’m a dead boy walking!” He sung, as he pulled the boy’s jeans from his legs and kicked off his own quickly, resting down on the bed in nothing but his boxers, tight on his form from his length. He pulled Albus into his lap, grinning massively up at the boy as he sang on. “Ssh,” he said, stringing out the sound, leaning up the capture the boy’s lips, before pulling back. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you,” he sung through his lust, letting his hands trail down the boy’s torso, teasing the hem of his boxers as his hand dropped under and wrapped around the length waiting for him. “See, I decided I must ride you till I break you,” he sang finally, grinning almost wickedly as he strung out the last note unnaturally, before leaning up and kissing Albus madly, deeply, ending the song and starting something new altogether.

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victxirewcaslcy:

To see him smile again, to feel his hand on hers was everything she had wanted the entire time she was gone. A soft, breathy laugh escaped her at his comment, she gently punched his arm with her free hand. “Shut up, you jerk. No you won’t.” Victoire felt a smile make its way to her lips, the most genuine one she’d had since they’d started talking. Tilting her head one side, she watched him, wondering what was going through his head at that moment. Her question was soon answered as he pulled her close, her heart started racing as he wrapped his arms around her. Vic reciprocated the embrace, her arms looping around his as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. She was finally home.

Victoire closed her eyes, her hold on him tightening at his request. Never had she expected him to want to her to stay, to ask her to. Now that he had, how could she leave again? It would just hurt him all over again – something she never wanted to do. Not to the one person that had always mattered most to her. “Okay,” her voice cracked, fighting back tears as they sprung to her eyes. “I will. I’ll stay.” For as long as he wanted her to.

Teddy nodded into their embrace, holding her tightly for a long moment after the words were said and done, the breeze blowing past them as they stood in the overgrown garden of the burrow, the dusk finally kissing the horizon. He smiled to himself gently - he finally had Victoire back, and he never wanted to let her go. When she had left, Teddy became distant, the departure even having an effect on his performance. The papers had told the story of a deeply emotional character, who sang with a twinge of pain in their songs during his time on Heathers, when in reality he was simply torn up over Vic leaving, there was no characterisation about his performance. Just pure pain over her leaving, that he had not even known he had used during his performance. But there, right in the moment, wasn’t a show. It wasn’t a play, or a musical, it was painfully real, raw.

He pulled back, almost preparing to lead her inside, escape the oncoming cold, but he held her for a long moment, looking into her beautiful face. He leaned in and pecked her cheek gently, holding his lips there on the soft skin for longer than was deemed just as a passing peck on the cheek. It told the story of a man, still a boy at heart, who was torn up over his girlfriend fleeing the country. But he had recovered, because now she had returned. He reached down and tangled his fingers in hers, stepping in toe with her and he lead her inside. “You look beautiful, by the way.” He said, before he stepped inside. “I don’t know if I mentioned that,” he smiled softly, before he opened the door to a rupture of cheers, discovering that his entire family had just spied on the exchange between he and Vic. But, of course, they would never admit that.

“Welcome home, Weasley.” Teddy said, closing the door behind her. 

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mischievouspotter:

Albus jumped slightly as Teddy reached beneath his shirt, his hand gripped at the other’s shirt hem as he took the invitation. Each move of his lips against Teddy’s only drove him further into the kiss, years of wondering and curiosity finally put to rest. Al’s hand, as if on its own accord, moved up Teddy’s torso, memorizing every curve of his form, his mind telling him over and over that this was wrong. That he shouldn’t be touching the person he had always referred to as brother in this way… but it never once felt that way. Albus nipped gently on Teddy’s lower lip as he broke from the kiss, only long enough to take off his shirt, discarding it to the ground as he pressed his lips back to Teddy’s with a renewed fervor. 

As soon as Albus broke the kiss, Teddy used the heated moment to remove his shirt, struggling as he tossed it to the side, reaching out and grabbed Albus’ belt, pulling the boy closer, reconnecting their lips in a fiery kiss, like nothing Teddy had ever experienced. He smiled as their chests brushed against one another’s, his hairless due to the intensive shave he had to undergo for his shirtless scenes in Heathers. He let his fingers trail up Albus’ skins, his fingertips brushing every muscle, tickling goosebumps onto his skin. He pulled away from the kiss, letting his lips peck the boy’s cheek before they dropped down to his neck, sucking on the skin there as Teddy pushed Albus into a little table in his living room. 

He pushed all the thoughts of what they were doing and the consequences out of his head and just, just enjoyed what was happening and how it made him feel. It was like he was on the stage, giving the performance of his life, the spotlight on him and Albus. He pulled away with a chuckle, looking down at Albus with eyes filled with glee. “I feel like I should start singing or something,” he said, pecking the boy’s lips, running one hand through his signature Potter scruffy hair. 

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victxirewcaslcy:

Was this how it was going to be from now on? The two of them seemingly walking around each other on eggshells? This was never what she wanted for them, even if their relationship didn’t work she had always hoped that things would never change between them. That they’d always be best friends. What a foolish wish that was. Nothing more than girlish dreaming. “Not that good? I don’t believe that for a second,” she said with a slightly forced giggle as she shook her head. 

Victoire smiled as he neared, shrugging one shoulder as she took a small step of her own as if they were symbolically meeting in the middle. Both taking blame for that night. She could do this, she thought. Being back here with her family, with Teddy. She could do this. “Yep,” she nodded, not going into detail that she hadn’t exactly told them everything that happened. For all they knew, it was a mutual split and she had been okay with that decision. They knew nothing of the countless nights she’d lie awake in bed going over everything she had done wrong, mourn over everything she had lost. They never knew that her entire world had been stripped from her, and she would rather it stay that way. “Teddy, you’ve got to stop lying. You’re talking about our family. They’re annoying, sure. But never boring.” This time it was a genuine laugh that passed her lips. “But yeah, I was planning on it. I missed this crazy bunch too much to stay away forever.”

Teddy blushed despite himself, looking away. He always knew he could have Vic for her words of confidence, confidence in not only herself, but in him. He should have known she would be the one to save him, and that she would also be the one to cheer him up, even a little bit. 

He took another, more confident step towards her, smiling down at her. She was so beautiful, and he wondered if she knew the extent of her beautiful. It wasn’t just confined to her physical appearance, it was all of her. The way she spoke, and how you could get drunk on her words alone, and how her smile was like the stars dying in the sky, lingering long after it dies. “Good,” he said, reaching out and touching her hand, his heart catching fire. “Because if you left again… you know I might just beat you up. I’m not below beating up beautiful babes, you know.” He joked, looking down at their hands, and how her fingers lotted in his. He couldn’t control himself. “Come here, then.” He spoke, slinging an arm around her and pulling her into a hug, which flowered like a rose in the wilting warm breeze. “Please,” he said into her skin, his lips brushing her ear absentmindedly. “Please stay. If only for a little while.”

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mischievouspotter:

The touch of Teddy’s fingers on his skin sent jolts through his entire body, his breath trembled slightly as he felt the other’s lips on his again. This was never supposed to happen, they’d practically grown up together this wasn’t allowed to happen. And yet for so long he had yearned for it, even if it was just this once. Moving one arm around Teddy’s waist, Albus slid the other up his back, pressing himself closer.

Albus’ body coming closer to his was only a promise that this - whatever the fuck it was - was okay. He let his left hand trail down from the boy’s neck, teasing his torso until his fingers tickled his hip, dipping under his shirt to caress the soft skin hiding under the fabric of his shirt. Teddy deepened the kiss, pressing his lips closer and arching his neck, allowing the boy he had grown up with - had called brother - access to his mouth. This was really wrong, he knew he shouldn’t be doing it, but it felt so nice to be wanted, to be touched in a way he had only been on stage lately. This wasn’t acting, or drama, this was real. Raw, unadulterated Albus Potter - the boy who he knew he shouldn’t want, yet did anyway. 

What could possibly go wrong?

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victxirewcaslcy:

Victoire tried not to recoil, sensing that there might still be some lingering tension from the last time they had spoken. And it was all her fault. Maybe if she had stayed, maybe if she hadn’t ran away… But what good did thinking on what if’s do her now? It wouldn’t change the way her heart sank every time she thought about him – and she had thought of him so many times while she was away. “Oh, well I’m sorry I missed it.” In all honesty, she was. Teddy had been her best friend, her first love. And she let an argument keep them apart, kept her from being there for him like she should have been.

“My trip…” That made it sound so innocent. Like she was going away on vacation. Not like she had been hiding from her problems. “It was great. I got to visit Grandmere and Grandpere.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling gently from side to side as she added quietly, “They asked about you, by the way.”

Teddy noticed the flicker flash across Victoire’s features and he instantly wanted to kick himself. He remembered back on the argument and how he had shouted at her, snapped and broke not himself, but possibly her in the process. He had regretted his every word, every time he raised his voice at her, and his tears afterwards were proof of that. “It’s okay. It wasn’t that good, to be honest.” He said, which was quite the lie. The reviews in the magazines told the story of a phenomenal musical in two acts, and now, standing in front of Vic, he questioned every good thing he has ever and would ever do considering he tossed the only good thing he had aside - her. 

He brightened up slightly at her words, stepping closer. “That’s great. You deserved something nice, Vic.” He said softly, his words having a lot more meaning the more he read between the lines. “They did?” Teddy asked, beaming slightly. He could only imagine what they thought of him for breaking her heart, but he had to move past this if he was ever going to survive. “I’m sure they were buzzing to see you. You didn’t miss much here,” he noted. “I swear, it was boring as balls without you here. I…” the brunette said, trailing off. “I hope you’re planning on staying for a while.”

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mischievouspotter:

It all happened so quickly that it took Albus’ mind a moment to catch up; by the time he had processed it all, his hand was at the nape of Teddy’s neck as he felt himself lean in. He had always had a special place for Teddy in his heart, but never expected anything like this to have happened – even with as many times as the thought had crossed his mind.

He held the kiss for a moment longer before he pulled back, his hand slowly dropped from Teddy’s neck to hang at the hem of his shirt. “I, uh, I think I’m okay with thaking the blame for that,” he chuckled.

Teddy grinned as he felt Albus’ hand wrap around his neck, and he felt his other hand wander down to the boy’s thigh, where he pulled his closer, their chests touching, the kiss deepening. When he pulled away, his eyes fluttered open in an almost orgasmic state. “You’re such a bad influence on me,” the man said, dipping his head down and pecking the boy’s lips, holding them for a moment before pulling back. Shit, he thought. His lips taste good.

Teddy wasted no time, he dipped his head down again, and took Albus’ lips for his own. He had lived with the boy nearly all of his life, and he had always thought about this moment, however distant, and now that it was happening, he could feel himself smiling as he felt the telling pull of the kiss. His heart was thudding and his eyes were heavy; completely intoxicated by the kiss. He let his fingers slip under the boy’s shirt, tickling his skin. 

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victxirewcaslcy:

“Watch your language. You’re in the presence of a lady,” she playfully scolded, her hands on her hips in imitation of Grandma Molly. Her stomach was in knots, her tongue tied for a moment while she scrambled for something to say. It was completely nerve wracking to be in front of him now, having no idea what he could possibly think of her after running away like she did. Did she assure him that the move to France wasn’t just because they had a falling out even though that was the sole reason? Did she even talk about their break up at all?

“So,” Victoire crossed her arms, her gaze dropped to the ground as she kicked at the grass. “How are you?” She was mentally kicking herself the moment she uttered those words. “Are you still in theater?”

“Right,” Teddy said, a little more dryly than he had even intended. He thought back upon their breakup, or rather their argument, and how she had fled before he could even apologise, before he could even properly say good-bye to be honest, and he hurt. He had always had a soft spot for Vic, loved her even, and to know that he was the cause that she just disappeared was something he carried with him - well, until now, at least. He chuckled, still slightly angry, but ready to brush it off, happy to see her.

“Yeah, I did finished up a tour.” He explained with a smile, feeling slightly awkward. “You would have loved it, Weasley… Anyway,” he caught himself, careful not to cave. “Tell me. How was your… trip?”

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victxirewcaslcy:

@teddytalks

The air in England just never sat quite right with Victoire. She had always preferred France, however when she received an owl from her parents asking her to finally come home, how could she resist? After all, it had been quite some time since she had seen her siblings and any of her cousins. And although she would deny it if any of them had asked, she missed them.

As she appeared a short distance away from the Burrow, she was overwhelmed with joy, excited to see everyone for the first time in… how long had it been? However long it was, it suddenly didn’t feel like long enough as a figure came into view, one that she had been hoping to avoid for a little while longer. Victoire knew that she couldn’t avoid Teddy forever, but she thought that she would at least know how to handle their first meeting since breaking up before she was forced to face him. “Um, hi.” She said softly, smiling as she tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. Here we go.

Teddy had been spending his off-time with the Potters, and was more than happy when Harry told him that they were going to visit the Weasleys at the Burrow. He grinned as he greeted everyone, making sure that everyone got a hug before they even got to say hello to him. Molly was just making dinner when he slipped away from everyone and snuck outside.

The air was warm, too warm for Britain, and he almost rolled his eyes and he felt his back begin to sweat. He gave himself a shake, trying to cool himself off and he took off through the garden, looking up at the sky and letting out a sigh. He had missed this, missed his friends - missed his family - but sometimes being social was just tiring, especially when practically the population of Uganda are squeezed into a small house. He let his eyes shut for a small moment, allowed himself to calm down, before going to rejoin everyone when he heard that familiar crack of Apparation. He turned, and his eyes widened at whom he saw. “Vic?” He said, stopping in his tracks. “Holy shit.”

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mischievouspotter:

Albus had no idea how far this little game of theirs was going to go, he was a little nervous to let it continue but also didn’t want to let it end. He felt his breathing slow to almost stopping as Teddy moved closer still, the growl in the other’s tone made the hair on his neck stand straight up. “I, uh…” he froze, not knowing what to do. Was Teddy just calling his bluff or was he really hinting at what Albus thought?

Teddy didn’t know what the fuck was going on, or how this moment had not occurred earlier in the time that he had known Albus, which was ever since he could remember. He wanted to know when Albus was the cause of his heart doing little nervous skips, and what with all the stress of his life currently, he liked how… special he felt. Teddy liked how Albus made him feel. “Just a disclaimer,” Teddy said, laughing a little. “I got this kind of behaviour from you, so you only have yourself to blame for what I’m about to do.”

And with that, Teddy lifted his head and placed it against the warm skin of Albus’ neck and met the boy’s lips with his own, his eyes closing as he felt a rush of excitement run through him.

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mischievouspotter:

“I think it only really counts as a mistake if you didn’t learn a lesson from it,” Albus said with a shrug, playing nonchalant as his heart began to race. “Did you learn a lesson?”

Teddy could feel his heart fall into his stomach as he leaned closer, taking a step towards the boy as he did. “Why don’t you try me to see...” he said, almost huskily, looking down at the boy with a bite of the lip. “If I’ve learnt my lesson.”

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mischievouspotter:

“Just go with it?” He took a small step towards the other. “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to get me to do you, would you? Because telling me to be impulsive might just work.”

“I think my problem,” Teddy said, meeting Albus with a step forward of his own. “Is that I wasn’t impulsive enough. You wouldn’t want to make the same mistakes as me, now, would you?”

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mischievouspotter:

“I actually have no idea if you’re being serious or not.” Or what he should do if Teddy was being serious.

“Neither do I,” Teddy said, tilting his head. “Just go with it.”

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mischievouspotter:

“You know I’m not the most observant. And I live for praise. I need to hear it.”

“You’re amazing, Albus. How many time do you need to hear it?”

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mischievouspotter:

“Only if I really wanted the gig or…” he trailed off, his tone hinting at the rest of the statement.

“Well…” Teddy said, shrugging with a gentle grin tickling his lips. “You could do it just for the fun of it. I know I wouldn’t complain.” He giggled, trying to suppress the laughter building inside him.