An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 13/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Teddy Lupin/James Sirius Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter/Original Male Character(s), Scorpius Malfoy/James Sirius Potter
Characters: James Sirius Potter, Teddy Lupin, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Harry Potter Next Generation, Post Hogwarts, Quidditch, Muggle Jobs, Muggle Technology, Angst, Angst and Feels, Infidelity, Cheating, Adultery, Bondage, BDSM, Humiliation, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Explicit Language, Homophobic Language, Ableist Language, Derogatory Language, POV Third Person, sex and angst, Tragedy, Addiction, Loss, Tragic Romance, Love Triangles, Drug Use, Drug Abuse
Summary:
This is the way it all falls apart - in a cascade of tragedy and sex - when bonds of love begin to unravel, and the things that define us start to crumble.
In which James loses more than his ability to walk in a career-ending Quidditch accident, Teddy's kindness becomes detrimental to his relationship, Scorpius is deceived by the only person he ever really trusted, and Albus destroys everything when he gives in to his demons.
James Sirius Potter is too good - Too good to be good for you.
This is the thought that goes through your head when Jamie is on his knees and adeptly taking you down his throat. This is what you think when he glances up at you with adoration shining in his tempestuous blue eyes, rapturously, as if he’s only wanted you and you alone for his whole life. Perhaps he has.
This is the thought that plagues you as you bite the corner of your bottom lip to keep your accolades to a respectable, soft moan. If you could be free with your praises, you’d be swearing like a sailor and panting like you were running a marathon. But your circumstances dictate that you’re not at liberty to tell Jamie just how much you love the way his lips slide down your cock.
He’s underneath your desk in your office, giving you a mid day blow job, not because you asked for it, but because he decided you needed it. You looked tense, he had said as he kneaded your shoulders after teaching the fourth year Slytherins. But instead of fetching you tea and a biscuit to ease you into the second half of your long day of instruction at Hogwarts, he pushed you into your chair, crouched under your desk, and opened your trousers.
You’ll never admit that it is exactly what you needed at that moment. Instead, you groan every time his tongue does that maddening little swirl around the head of your cock and you turn the sound into a half-arsed protest. “Jamie, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You love it, don’t you, Professor? You love it this way – dangerous, forbidden.”
His retort makes you clench your fingers in his hair, not because you want him to stop, but because you’re giving in. You can’t help guiding his rhythm to bring your pleasure to a state of inevitable release.
Merlin-be-damned, you fucking do love it, exactly because it is wrong. It takes you back to a time when you were both a little younger, a little more inclined towards recklessness, a lot more uncertain about where you stood with one another.
When your fingers tighten in his hair, he doesn’t get annoyed. The vibrations of his own quiet praise radiate down to your very core. He absolutely loves sucking you off and is not shy about letting you know it – this fact alone could make you come, but you ride that high for a while longer because, fuck, Jamie is too good.
Don’t get used to this, Lupin. It’s too much of a good thing, and when has excess ever amounted to anything good? Fucking him too much, spending too much time with him, loving him too much. The repercussions of taking more than your fair share of Jamie have always hurt you both in the end.
But you’re not thinking about that right now.
He does this thing with his mouth that drives you wild – a technique he has perfected over the years, hopefully with you more than anyone else – his lips tighten on the way up, making you gasp from the intense pleasure, and just when you think you can’t handle it, he slowly corkscrews loosely on the way down, letting you feel the wetness and the heat of him.
I hate you, James Sirius. Maybe you say it out loud. You’re not sure. All you know is that Jamie has you wrapped around his finger while he has his lips wrapped around the base of your cock. You will do anything for him. And he knows it.
It is not until after you spill voluminously down his throat that it becomes clear what this little afternoon rendezvous had been all about. Sure, he loves you. Sure, he may have even wanted to ease your stress. But Jamie also knows how to play you. You let him, because he is that good.
He sits on your lap and kisses you. It’s never a little peck on the lips afterwards. Jamie always wants you to know exactly what he tastes when you come in his mouth. He murmurs lazily against your mouth as he curls his arms around the back of your neck. Something unintelligible about fruit juice mixed with mumbled praise.
You tell him how brilliant he is, not that he really needs his ego stroked, but you say it anyway because you know he needs to hear it from you. For all of his thousands of fans, he still regards your opinion above all others. You wonder if your appraisal of him is the only one that matters to him.
“Baby, I need you to do something for me,” Jamie starts. Your eyes are already rolling. Of course, with Jamie, good things always come at a price, even for you.
“What is it this time, Jamie?” you sigh.
You hadn’t meant for it to come out so dramatically, but judging from his reaction, it had. His arms come away from the back of your neck to rest in a crossed position over his chest. “Gods, you act like it’s such a fucking bother. Like I’m one of your bloody students asking for an extension on his assignment,” he says with annoyance.
You nuzzle your face into him, hoping to smooth things over. “It’s a shame you always handed in your assignments on time when I had you in my class. We could’ve exchanged extensions for blowjobs.” Jamie giggles at your little joke, and just like that, the tension is gone. “What can I do for you, love?”
“Come home tonight, yeah?”
He laces his left hand with yours. The tiny gold crown that encircles his ring finger clinks against your own gold band. The sight of your wedding rings upon your joined hands still makes your heart flutter in your chest.
You will do anything for Jamie because he would do anything for you. It had always been this way, and the binding ceremony two years ago gave you peace of mind that nothing was too much to ask for – not your love, not your devotion, not even your life.
So when he asks you for something so small, so seemingly trivial in light of the fact that you’d given him forever, you just have to laugh.
You won’t even argue that you have loads of papers to grade after dinner, or that you promised Headmaster Oglivie that you’d preside over detention tonight. You’ll figure out a way to come home to Jamie when he needs you – to the cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade where the Shrieking Shack once stood – to the place you and James share when he’s not off playing quidditch with Puddlemere United – to your small isolated haven where he can just be Jamie, and you can just be Teddy, not Chaser Extraordinaire and Professor T. Lupin.
You will come home to Jamie tonight. And you always will.
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James snaps his fingers at the black-tie-bartender in the midst of draining his shot glass. She forces a smile and brings over the bottle of Ogden’s Reserve. Teddy swoops in, holding his hand over the glass James has just slammed down on the bar top before the bartender can pour another of Merlin knows how many shots.
“Open bar is a courtesy, not a bloody challenge, James,” Teddy reprimands, only faintly amused.
James rolls his eyes. “It’s a wedding, not a funeral, Ted.” He firmly tacks on the very formal version of his name, likely as retaliation for Teddy using the same.
“Yeah, but I doubt you’re meant to get sloshed before the reception,” Teddy suggests, swiping the glass from the bar top and handing it to the bartender.
James frowns. “If not now, then when? It’s called cocktail hour for a reason, yeah?” By the lilting annunciation of James’ words, Teddy can tell that he really is well on his way towards getting sloshed prior to dinner.
James snaps his fingers again, earning him a much less than earnest smile from the bartender. “Oi! Pour a double for the sexy bloke in the grey Ascot.” When the bartender puts a shot glass down in front of Teddy, James protests. “I meant me.”
Teddy huffs, quite finished with James’ antics. He takes James firmly by the arm, disregarding the delicate nature of his expensive rented suit, and leads him away from the bar. As Teddy walks him towards the opposite end of the large gala tent, he whispers pleadingly into James’ ear. “James, you promised.”
“I promised you lots of things,” James says with a melodic voice, practically cooing, as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against Teddy’s. “But I never promised you that I wouldn’t get lit.”
James, tipsy as he is, is also absolutely right, and Teddy sighs deeply, knowing he doesn’t have a case at this point, especially when James is already at the point of no return. “But you did promise that you would let your brother have his special day without incident.”
James puts his hands up innocently and mocks, “I’ve been nothing but a good boy, Professor. I stood next to my little brother and bore lawful witness to him chaining his life to Malfoy’s, even though I knew that such a union was vomit-inducing.”
James had been quite poised and stoic while he, Teddy, and Lily had served as official witnesses to the binding ceremony. James held the rings in his palm and didn’t even pretend to fumble them as Lily and Teddy placed the enchantments. James refrained from snarking behind his hand into Teddy’s ear as Albus and Scorpius spoke their vows with much effort through tears. James even smiled a genuinely happy smile when the Minister for Magic herself pronounced that Albus and Scorpius were bound by magic in lawful matrimony.
Teddy narrows his eyes at James, unconvinced that James’ good behavior will continue. “You were good throughout the ceremony, I’ll give you that. But the night’s still young, and you haven’t done the Best Man’s toast yet.”
“Don’t you trust me, Lupin?” James asks, and Teddy knows he isn’t meant to answer. “I’ve got it all written down on parchment in my jacket pocket. Had it looked over by the editor-in-chief of Quidditch Monthly, i.e., Mum.” James pats his pocket and then furrows his brow when he finds it empty. “Shit. Left it at the bar.” He flashes a too-innocent grin and wiggles his fingers in a coy parting gesture. “Later, babe.” Before Teddy can protest, James disapparates.
Teddy would do the same to follow James, but he knows that he’s not supposed to do magic tonight. Albus’ muggle bandmates and their muggle dates are in attendance tonight, and both magical families have been informed of the strict ban. But even with the Minister in attendance, James was not one to follow the rules, not that he ever listened to Aunt Hermione all that much anyway.
Teddy huffs, frustrated, and makes his way on foot towards the bar.
“Professor Lupin!” a gaggle of former students descends upon Teddy, raising champagne glasses, swallowing him up in their revelry. They’re not family, so Teddy suspects that they’re friends of the grooms. He’s too distracted by the distant sight of James doing shots with his cousins Louis and Roxy to properly remember his students’ names, even though it had only been a year since their departure from Hogwarts. He’s stuck chatting with them long enough to witness James pound back two shots. As the third is poured, he abruptly excuses himself.
He doesn’t care if he’s acting more like a wet blanket big brother than a lover because James isn’t the only Potter he’s looking out for tonight. Teddy is just as much Albus’ brother as James is, and perhaps more so in terms of feelings of familial obligation. And Teddy doesn’t trust James to play nice when drunk. Albus doesn’t deserve to have his special day marred by an unruly, intoxicated brother.
Teddy puts a firm hand on James’ shoulder and hisses into his ear, “James, I really think you ought to slow down.”
“Yeah? That’s not what you said last night,” James jibes. His cousins are so used to James’ humor that they don’t realize the connotations of that snide remark. They giggle along with him.
“Come on, Ted,” Roxy encourages him, plying him with a glass of amber liquid, “I know we’re technically on Hogwarts grounds, but you’re not a professor tonight. You’re family. And it’s a celebration! It’s okay to let loose and have a drink!”
“Right,” Teddy says stiffly, “But some of us don’t know when to stop letting loose until they’ve already come undone.”
James scoffs, drink in hand. “Don’t look at me Teddy. I’ve only had…” he glances up, as if to count in his head, “…three. Or four. Or five.”
Teddy has had enough of James making him out to be a buzz kill and mutters angrily, his patience worn down to the quick. “James, you’re meant to give a nice speech about your brother and his new husband in…” he checks his pocket watch quickly, “…ten minutes. And I know you. If you get drunk enough, you’ll ad lib and you might say something you’ll regret. Because you think you dislike your brother now, but maybe some day you’ll realize that you actually love and respect him. And you don’t want him to remember this as the night his big brother was a complete embarrassment.”
James turns from the bar to face Teddy, square on. Teddy may be a hair taller than James, but James, with his athletic form, makes a more imposing figure when he postures for a fight. And that is exactly what James look like he’s rearing for.
Even Louis thinks so, and takes James’ arm tentatively. “Hey. Chill Jamie. Teddy’s just looking out for you,” he says.
James acts like he’s heard nothing else but Teddy’s last two words. “Do I embarrass you, Teddy?”
“That’s not what I said.” Teddy scowls because he can’t help it. James is doing exactly what Teddy was hoping to prevent – drawing negative attention.
“No, fuck you, Teddy. With Louis and Rox as my witnesses. You fucking said it. You called me a complete embarrassment.”
Now Roxy has to hold James back, flanking his other side. “Jay, cool your tits. He didn’t mean it like that.”
And the relatives mingling nearby with champagne flutes and canapés are starting to become alarmed as James becomes more agitated. “There’s nothing there to interpret. You said it. I’m a complete embarrassment.”
“Jamie, stop it right now,” Teddy reprimands. He knows his authoritative tone is doing nothing to quiet James, but he can’t help being the big brother, the professor, the adult. “People are starting to stare.”
“Oh, am I embarrassing you, Teddy?” James gestures wildly, his animated voice now loud enough to draw attention over the sound of the music. “Am I too loud for you, Teddy? Am I too drunk for you, Teddy? Afraid I might say the wrong thing, Teddy?”
Teddy practically growls through gritted teeth, his turquoise curls now tinted with an angry crimson color. “Cut the shit, James. You fucking PROMISED!”
“Think I’m embarrassing now? Shit, Teddy. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” James easily pulls out of the reigns of his cousins’ grasp and storms towards the jazz quartet playing background cocktail hour music.
And Teddy’s lavender eyes go wide with alarm as James yanks the otherwise unused microphone off the stand and taps on it. “Is this thing on?” Feedback rings through the speakers and the startled musicians, stop playing. “Hey, I’m Jamie, in case you’ve been living in a cave and don’t know. I’d like to welcome you all to the Potter-Malfoy Wedding. Shit, never thought I’d ever say those words together. Hell, you probably never thought you’d ever hear them. Anyway, before the festivities get fully underway, i.e., before everybody gets too sloshed to comprehend anything, I wanted to make an announcement…”
Teddy buries his face in his hands. His cheeks are blushing nearly as dark as his crimson hair. “Oh, fuck me…,” he laments woefully to himself.
James continues. “So if you would please, turn your attention to the gentleman over there by the bar…”
“James, no,” Teddy whines, his shoulders already sagging in defeat as his lavender eyes plead from across the room. All heads begin to turn in his direction.
James points out Teddy with an outstretched arm. “Yeah, that bloke in the smart, grey tuxedo, with the blue hair, erm, no, it’s red now, but anyway. That dude. You probably know him as Teddy R. Lupin. Professor Lupin to some of you. And I would just like to point out, that I have been fucking that guy for almost five years.”
Teddy is so mortified, that his hair has turned white. He shakes his head with disbelief – he can’t believe that this is really happening this way. He honestly can’t believe that this is his life. And the craziest thing is, Teddy isn’t even mad at James as much as he should be. Teddy should have known better than to push James to this point, and he blames himself more than anything for provoking his beloved’s famed wrath.
There are audible gasps peppering the nervous laughter. Nobody is quite sure if James is exhibiting very poorly timed bad humor, or if he is just being his tactless self, exacerbated by alcohol. Teddy is too horrified to focus his eyes on any particular person in the crowd, other than James, for fear of their disapproving stares. He just gapes at James in horror.
“Yes, you heard me right. I have been fucking Teddy Lupin, my god brother, for five years. And if you’re clever and have done the maths, I will confirm that, yes, you are correct, that means I was fucking Professor Teddy Lupin when I was Head Boy at school. On these very grounds, in fact. Probably even did it somewhere over there where Auntie Luna is sitting.” He gives a little wave and Luna Scamander returns a confused expression – not that it’s any different from the norm.
Ginny storms over to her son, hitting an all time record high note as she shrieks, “James! Sirius! Potter!” annunciating all three of his names like a vengeful curse.
James puts out his hand as a vain attempt to calm her. “Hold on, Mum, let me finish. There is a point to this, I swear. Just wait for it.”
Ginny is still shouting, and Harry has come over to comfort his hysterical wife. “Of all the days, James. Of all the bloody days!” She’s nearly in tears.
Harry hazards a glance in Teddy’s direction, and Teddy swallows hard. He thinks he sees betrayal in those green eyes, hurt and disappointment.
James continues. At this point, the room is dead silent. Everyone is on edge. “I should point out that I was eighteen, so no worries, Auntie ‘Mione. No arresting my boyfriend tonight. And there’s the other point I wanted to make. Teddy and I haven’t just been fucking.”
James’ tone becomes somber. Gone is the belligerent sarcasm. Gone is the vindictive arrogance. He’s speaking quietly into the microphone, staring at Teddy from across the room. James’ eyes are vibrant and blue and truer than Teddy has ever seen.
“We’ve been in love for a very long time. Longer than those five years. And if we’re both honest with each other and with ourselves, we could probably say that we’ve been in love with one another for our whole lives.”
Everyone else begins to disappear from Teddy’s peripheral vision, fading into a blur of color surrounding them. And despite everything, James’ words make Teddy’s heart swell.
“I love you, Teddy.” James pauses for what seems like an eternity, caught in a ripple of time and space that contains only them two. “And I am so proud of you. I’m proud of us. I am going to marry the ever-living fuck out of you as soon as we can.” Ever the showman, James turns his attention back to the wedding guests, who still can’t decide if this is a sick joke or not. “And you’re all invited! Woo hoo! Yay!” He holds up his hand, displaying his gold ring, which catches the lights hanging from the roof of the cavernous tent. “Look Mum! Look Dad! Me and Teddy are engaged! Let’s party! Congrats, Albie and Sparklepus!”
James drops the microphone abruptly and bounds over to Teddy. For a moment, Teddy wonders if he shouldn’t accept James into his embrace, and he pauses long enough to put a worried expression on James’ face. But then Teddy relents and swallows him up in his arms.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Teddy muses, burying his face into James’ neck, heaving a resigned sigh. “But I love you.” Then James presses their lips together, and Teddy doesn’t protest. He kisses James hard, for all of the world to see. And it feels so liberating that Teddy could levitate.
Seconds later, Albus and Scorpius come bouncing into the tent, looking disheveled in their white tuxedoes, like they’d just returned from consummating their marriage somewhere outside. Their arrival draws a cheer from the party guests, the Potters and Weasleys cheering loud enough to make up for the conspicuous lack of reaction from the Malfoys and the Greengrasses.
The newlyweds throw their arms up and shout along with their family and friends as they make their way over to the bar.
“Woo! We miss anything fun?” Albus asks, so elated that it’s contagious.
“Absolutely nothing. This party sucks,” James declares, shoving a shot glass into his brother’s hand.
Albus takes the glass cheerily and raises it. “Well, alright then! Let’s get this party started, yeah? Bartender, a round for my brothers and cousins and lovely husband, please and thank you!”
This time, when the bartender pours a shot for Teddy, he tells her to make it a double and he takes it eagerly. They all clink their glasses and drink to the newlyweds. The firewhiskey burns his throat pleasantly, and he feels like he can let go of his shame, his embarrassment, his apprehension, because none of that had any real significance – Teddy has never been anything but gushingly proud of James, to a fault.
Teddy hooks an arm around James’ shoulders and whispers into his ear one last reprimand for the night. “By the way, our new brother-in-law is named Scorpius. Not Sparklepus.” He knows that James is fully aware of Albus’ husband’s name.
James casually swipes the foam off Teddy’s cappuccino with an index finger. Teddy could protest, but it would be of no use. He knows better than anybody that James has to be first at everything. First born, finishing from Hogwarts first in his class, first to rise from the reserves to the first-string line-up of Puddlemere united in his first season, first to indulge in Teddy’s cappuccino on this cold, wet day in September.
James absently licks the creamy froth from his finger, seeming innocent, but Teddy knows better. Nothing that James does with his fingers in Teddy’s presence is innocent. Teddy simply watches with a small, amused grin as James closes his puckered lips around the digit nonchalantly – as if James doesn’t know the filthy thoughts that he conjures in Teddy’s mind.
But, of course, James knows. He has the gall to do it again, and this time, when James dips his finger in Teddy’s cappuccino froth, Teddy does protest before James can lick it again – before James can wrap his pretty lips around the digit, and before Teddy can muse that he’s seen that same hollowed-cheek expression punctuated by his cock.
“Erm, shall I get another cappuccino for myself, or…?” Teddy’s tone is reprimanding, though playful.
James ceases his plunder of Teddy’s cappuccino foam and raises a brow. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want this back?” But James isn’t sorry.
Teddy murmurs, flashing James a mischievous grin, “Yeah, you give it back, thief.”
James’ smile darkens to match Teddy’s. He brings his lithe finger towards Teddy’s lips, tempting him – no, daring him – to lick it off.
Maybe a few months ago, before things became much more official between them, Teddy would not have taken the bait. But now that James is Teddy’s betrothed, Teddy is more inclined to be playful in a public setting, even though they’re still not out with their secret relationship.
Teddy pauses and raises a brow as if to say really? James’ deepening smirk says, really.
Teddy leans over the table and slowly closes his lips around James’ index finger, taking it more deeply into his mouth than is necessary or judicious. His eyelids flutter shut as he slowly divests his lover’s finger of sweet, frothy cream, moaning with quiet rapture.
When Teddy opens his eyes, James is staring at him with smug amusement. “You’re getting bold, Professor Lupin,” he teases Teddy, not genuinely concerned, “You know how gossip travels fast from Hogsmeade.”
“Let ‘em talk,” says Teddy, shrugging a shoulder. He takes James’ hand and pays homage to his lionhearted king by kissing the gold band circling James’ ring finger.
James has been wearing his engagement ring on his right hand, rather than the traditional left. It’s been months since Teddy had given it to him. But James has yet to tell his parents, or anybody for that matter. It troubles Teddy that, despite James’ acceptance of his marriage proposal, he’s still kept it secret. And Teddy wonders if James only wears the ring to mock Teddy – a reminder of how James has Teddy wrapped around his finger.
“We don’t want mum and dad to find out through the Daily Prophet, do we?” James reprimands, though he does not seem all that concerned.
“Well, if you’re not going to tell your parents…” Teddy trails off, his tone turning bitter in stark contrast to their playful banter.
James snatches his hand back and frowns, clearly affronted. “You think I don’t want to?”
Teddy doesn’t answer that. It’s so rare that he gets to spend any time with James and he doesn’t want to squander it by fighting with him. Instead, he poses a question of his own. “Did you tell anybody?”
“Of course, I did,” James huffs. “Sebastian knows. And it’s not like I really want to keep it a secret. Don’t you think I’d hide my engagement ring if I didn’t want anybody to suspect?”
Teddy sits back in the booth at Madame Puddifoot’s and crosses his arms over his chest. “So, what are you waiting for?” He can’t help but be petulant.
He had offered James his bleeding heart, splayed out on a gold platter. And Teddy still feels like it’s sitting there, vulnerable to the elements, still waiting for James to take it fully. He still fears that James won’t take it – that James will leave it there like a god turning his nose up at a pitiful offering.
James can likely tell how worried Teddy is. His expression softens. He reaches across the table, holding his hand out for Teddy to take, reassuring with this small gesture that Teddy isn’t such a dirty little secret. “Baby, don’t be like that,” he says, gazing up at Teddy from beneath long, dark lashes with beseeching, blue eyes.
Teddy hesitates before taking James’ hand. He can’t stay mad at James for long – not when he calls Teddy baby, and not when he gives Teddy that look. Teddy sighs and continues to pout even though he takes James’ hand.
“Teddy, I have wanted this longer than even you have, yeah?” he whispers a gentle reminder, but the fact of it is quite jarring. Teddy tends to forget that fact. That, long before Teddy even noticed, James was pining for him. “I want to tell them. Fuck, I can hardly wait to tell them, really.” James’ little smile begins to melt Teddy’s heart, and he starts to crack a tiny one of his own. “But your timing really sucks, Ted.”
Teddy’s half-smile quickly turns down to a frown. He jerks his hand away again and mutters bitterly, “Sorry if our engagement is cutting into the beginning of the Quidditch season.” Teddy isn’t sorry in the least, but he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. He really has no right to be upset. He never expected James to put his career above their relationship.
“Fuck the season. It’s not about that. You bloody know it has nothing to do with Quidditch,” James argues, and finally explains, “I will be damned if I let my stupid-arse-wipe brother and his little blond friend upstage us with their own wedding.”
Teddy snorts out a laugh. It sounds slightly derisive, but he doesn’t mean it to be. It all makes sense now, and he’s pleasantly relieved. For once in his life, James is second place to Albus, and James can’t bloody stand it.
The news had come just weeks after Teddy and James had become engaged, before they’d had a chance to gather everyone for their own announcement. Albus and Scorpius had wed on the spur of the moment in a chapel in Las Vegas while Albus was on tour of America with his band. But the nuptials abroad were not recognized under British Wizarding Law, and so plans had soon begun on an official wedding, set to take place this April.
“Alright, Jamie. We’ll wait for all the excitement to die down. Then we’ll tell everybody,” Teddy says, knowing that he’s just verbalizing what he believes is James’ plan rather than devising one of his own. “But can we at least tell them we’re seeing each other?”
James’ jaw drops as if it was treason to even suggest. “Abso-fucking-lutely not! We are going to hit them with everything at once for maximum effect! If dad doesn’t flip his shit, all this waiting would have been for naught!”
Teddy muses, smiling lovingly at the pride that James expresses under the guise of being an arsehole. He knows that James just wants to show off, and he’s more than happy to be the one that James is showing off. “Alright then. I’ll be your dirty little secret for a bit longer,” he teases.
“You love it, you deviant,” James drawls seductively before swiping his finger through Teddy’s cappuccino foam again.
what was some stuff you got up to with james and lily when you were growing up that annoyed harry and ginny?
We fought a lot. Usually Jamie and Lily teaming up against me. Mum and dad were super annoyed at how much we’d bicker and row and stuff.
But when we were actually getting along, it was because we were up to no good.
We liked pulling pranks on mum and dad. Once we set up a murder scene in the kitchen and pretended to be dead… Mum and dad did not appreciate the humor in it at all when they came down to find us with tomato sauce all over.
Mum is a horrible cook. Me, Jamie, and Lily used to try to sneak food off our own plates and onto the others’ plates. That super annoyed mum.
We used to take all the linens and build massive tent forts in the back yard. And when I say, ‘all’, I mean ALL. Down to the pillow cases and cloth napkins. Also, not appreciated by our mother.
Once, when I was six, Jamie took a scissor to my hair and made me look like a sick porcupine.
Once, when Lily was four, me and Jamie drew tattoos all over her with a permanent marker we took from granddad’s collection of muggle writing implements. Mum and dad were not pleased.
Once, me and Lily retaliated against Jamie for something (can’t remember what) by putting honey in his hair when he was asleep. You’d be surprised how difficult it is to wash out.
One time, we were on vacation in Paris with our cousins, Aunt Fleur, and Uncle Bill. Dominique taught us how to say ‘fuck you’ in French, and we proceeded to say it to random French people wherever we went, much to their disgust. It took a really long time for dad to catch on, and when he did, he was mortified and livid. Mum actually thought it was hilarious. She’s got a bit of a potty mouth.
Once, me and Lily super glued Jamie and Teddy together when they’d fallen asleep sitting next to each other on the sofa while watching telly.
Once, dad took us to his office for Bring Your Kids To Work day, left us alone there for a few minutes, and we proceeded to cover the entire room and every item of furniture with post-it note paper.
The absolute worst thing we have ever done as little kids: Teddy, who was 14 at the time, was babysitting us. We somehow convinced him to use his metamorphmagus powers to turn into dad and bring us out to London, where he used dad’s famous face to get us a table at a fancy restaurant. We ordered nothing but pudding, and then Teddy/dad told them to ‘put it on his tab’. We left without paying and made it home before mum and dad arrived. That restaurant kept bothering dad to pay his tab and dad thought they were mad.
“The Color of Permanence” [Part 8 of “The Color of Deception” Series by unkissed]
You are heart-sick and lonely when you give in and owl him.
J,
I miss you.
Love,
T
It has been two months since you’ve seen him. Touched him. Kissed him. Fucked him behind a matrix of wards and spells to hide from the world. He’s your dirty secret. He’s your dark affliction. Your hopeless addiction.
Nickname: Teddy
Gender: Male
Star sign: Taurus.
Height: 182.88 cm
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw, despite recent incorrect reporting
Favourite colour: the colour of Jamie’s eyes
Time right now: Miserably late at night
Average hours of sleep: Not nearly enough
Lucky number: 26
Last thing I googled: How to impress a quidditch player
Favourite fictional character: Peter Pan
Blankets you sleep with: A quilt gran made for me out of my mum and dad’s old shirts
Favourite bands/artists: Not much time for music, but Albie’s band is quite good.
Dream trip: To a tropical island with a certain quidditch player
What I’m wearing right now: The weight of the world
When I made this blog: What is a blog?
How many blogs I follow: I repeat, what is a blog?
What do I post about: I don’t often get post or send post.
When did your blog reach its peak: There’s that blog word again.
Do you get asks on a daily basis: My students are constantly asking me questions. None of them are about Transfiguration, however.
Why did you chose your URL: It means “bear wolf” in latin. Basically, my name.
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Our Kind of Love: A Collection of Drabbles on Unusual Pairings
1: “Our Kind of Love is Unheard Of”
From high up on the sand dunes behind Shell Cottage, Louis Weasley watches with the keen eyes of an eagle. Quiet, observant, missing nothing. He can decipher what they’re saying from a hundred feet away. It’s his own private magic – the innate skill of one who can not hear, who relies on sign language and body posture and lip reading to understand the world – the ability to understand it better than people who are not hearing impaired.
Louis can tell from the way that Teddy is listening to Victoire, without looking at her, that he is hearing her but not comprehending. Louis knows from the slight furrow in Teddy’s brow, and the way that his turquoise fringe shadows his lavender eyes, that Teddy is miserable, despite the way he nods and smiles after Vic stops moving her mouth – which rarely happens.
And now Teddy is finally moving his lips. It’s a miracle that Vic has let her boyfriend get a word in. Teddy’s mouth barely opens when he speaks. He does a lot of sighing between phrases. Teddy is just going though the motions, just like he has for the past four out of five years of his relationship with Vic.
And Louis wonders how his sister can be so blind. So oblivious to what’s right in front of her. Teddy’s empty words manage to placate her and she returns her attention to the magazine on her lap and her very important task of tanning on the beach.
She doesn’t even care what Teddy wants. She’s swindled him into taking her back to London tomorrow, even though the rest of the family is spending another two days at their summer home. Teddy doesn’t want to go back to London – away from the brine of the sea and the warm wind blowing through the grass.
Louis had once asked Teddy to describe the sounds of the beach. “Sibilant. Seductive. Like the whisper of an elusive lover.” Louis could not comprehend this description, as Teddy had been well aware. And so Teddy had demonstrated as best he could. He had parted his lips, brought them close to the back of Louis’ ear, and had breathed out slowly – hot and desperate – before closing his lips wetly upon Louis’ neck. That was four years ago.
Louis closes his eyes. He feels the damp breeze coming off the ocean. He feels it like their last stolen night under the stars at low tide. He feels it like the wet sand that molded to his body as he sank into it. He feels it, sweltering and wet, like Teddy’s mouth on his cock. He claws into the sand and remembers the way he had curled his fingers into Teddy’s hair as he came, fervent and voluminous and eerily silent.
He falls back into the sand and gazes up at the sky, melting into sunset shades of pink and orange, remembering the way Teddy’s hair bloomed into those same colors. And because Louis misses nothing, he knows what those colors had meant. He smiles, savoring the secret – that nobody else can make Teddy Lupin’s hair turn that precise shade of pink. Not even Victoire could.
Louis rolls onto his side and watches Teddy. Teddy’s watching him with a miniscule grin that hints at what he’s thinking. Victoire is clueless as ever.
Teddy pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head and stares purposefully at Louis. His lips are moving. Louis knows that they’re moving silently, for Teddy’s words are meant for him, and only him. He can’t help but feel smug about that – about deceiving his sister in plain sight.
I want you tonight.
Louis blushes, glances away, and smiles too wide. Then he returns his gaze to Teddy and signs, “Where? When? How?”
Teddy points to the boathouse, puts up nine fingers, and mouths, “Naked.”
Louis covers his mouth and giggles. He’s still self-conscious about laughing. He knows that it sounds different than the way non-deaf people laugh. But Teddy had always reassured him that he loved Louis laugh – loved how real it was, compared to the empty and phony way Vic laughed.
Louis signs, “I will see you at nine. A whole lot of you.”
And now Teddy is giggling, which vaguely gets Vic’s attention. She’s glaring at Louis and reprimanding Teddy for being such a dork with my dork brother.
She’s so blind.
The glint in Teddy’s lavender eyes and the devious curve at the corner of Teddy’s smirk confess every torrid detail.
By nine, mum and dad will be snuggling up on the sofa in the sitting room with a couple glasses of brandy. Vic will be doing her evening bath ritual – a rite fit for the goddess that she perceives herself to be. And Dominique will be off in her own world, communicating the muggle way on a muggle device with her muggle-born girlfriend.
Teddy will have disappeared at a quarter to eight, so that when Louis arrives at the boathouse a minute after nine, he will find it illuminated by dozens of tea lights and the romanticism of it will make his heart contract and swell in ways that will be too painful to bear. Teddy will bend Louis over the upturned canoe and fuck him until unintelligible sounds escape Louis’ constricted throat.
Teddy will fuck him this way, even though Louis hates it. Louis hates not being able to see Teddy’s face – hates the fact that their communication becomes limited to the primal exchange of body fluids and skin against skin.
Louis can deduce all of this just from the look on Teddy’s face.
It’s nine. Louis hesitates at the doorway of the cottage, weighing his need for cock against the heaviness of his heart. Because he knows that all of their secret rendezvous will never amount to what Louis really wants. Because Teddy, a beautiful and rare metamorphmagus, can’t help but want to fuck a beautiful and rare male Veela. Because everybody wants to fuck a beautiful and rare male Veela, but who would actually love him, asymptomatically of the effects of a Veela?
Louis decides he’s getting really fucking tired of screwing Vic’s boyfriend and wants to screw his own boyfriend for a change. If only Louis had one.
Louis opens the boathouse door to find fewer candles than expected. He doesn’t feel like he’s swooning as he had anticipated. There’s just enough light so that Louis can see Teddy’s lips move.
“I just wanted to say goodbye.”
Louis shrugs. “You don’t have to,” he says.
“No, really, I do. I’m breaking up with Vic tomorrow,” Teddy tells him. Louis can tell from the crease in Teddy’s forehead just how horrible he feels about this. “I won’t even miss her,” he admits. He takes both of Louis hands and gives him the faintest of smiles. “You, however…” He wraps Louis arms around him and leans in for a kiss.
Louis knows what this means. Teddy isn’t just breaking things off with Vic. He’s ending it with Louis as well. Louis tilts his head away to avoid Teddy’s lips.
“I don’t want to remember you like this,” Louis says. He wishes he could be more emotive. Wishes he could explain without speaking or signing that, as much as he loves the bliss of Teddy’s cock buried deep inside him, he doesn’t want his last memory of Teddy to be wordless.
“I understand,” Teddy says, his smile soft and sympathetic. It’s the smile that had Louis falling in love at the age of sixteen and giving up his virginity soon after.
Teddy holds Louis’ face with both hands – the same gentle hands that had coaxed Louis to blossom nearly two years ago. When they kiss, it’s soft and fleeting like sand between fingers. And when Teddy eases away, his lips aren’t moving. He waves a splayed hand in a circular motion in front of his face, gesturing to Louis in his own silent language.
You’re beautiful.
And even though tears are quietly rolling down Louis’ cheeks, he smiles. He smiles because Teddy makes him feel it, right down to his soul.
“Excuse me, Miss? Have you accepted Teddy/James as your one true pairing? No? May I interest you in this literature that might illuminate you unto the path of pain, smut, fluff, and inappropriate relationships? No? Well, let me just leave this pamphlet with you then, so that you might reflect upon your shipping choices.”
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