flightforfreedom: (in the blue light)
Poe "Fite Me" Dameron ([personal profile] flightforfreedom) wrote in [community profile] sekkritaus2018-12-27 02:58 pm

Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU



Like it says on the tin.

Feel free to use the plotting thread or just dump a top level and go for it.
killtime: (pic#12062909)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ But they'd been mostly playing it a little casual with one another for the better part of their adult lives and then some. Over the past ten years or so, Andy had gotten better at looking like she didn't care and didn't think about it, but at the same time, she must have cared about it a bit — enough to follow him since they were first years. Somehow, she managed to be always within arm's reach while also keeping arm's length, which had bred an ambiguous intimacy she'd come to strictly define as friendship, even when other people seemed less sure.

Whatever it is between them, she's still here. Now. As ever. A constant, if nothing else.
]

Well, what the fuck are we waiting for then. [ She's already starting to shrug off her heavy, dusty robes as she follows him down the hall. No point in being overly concerned with modesty when it's just to the two of them — it's nothing he hasn't seen before. ] I'll pluck the last few feathers if you help me wash my hair.

[ That's another thing she hasn't had in months: A haircut. And all that long, dark stuff is even more untamed now than it was the last time he saw her. ]
killtime: (pic#12062984)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine. [ She's always fine though, isn't she? Unfazed by their line of work, at least on the surface. She's come back looking worse than this, bloody and tired, but never really offering more than two words about what she's come back from. Maybe she really is that fucking tough. Or maybe she'd just rather not worry him. ] Couple scrapes and bruises. That's all.

[ Finally, at the end of the hall: The bathroom. And there, right in the middle, just as Poe predicted — an old tub with claw feet. Charming. Andy sighs, using her wand to bring some low lights to life in the room before leaving it on the counter. As she leans to turn the water on, she glances over her shoulder for him — as if some small part of her needs the reassurance, after all this time apart. ]

They wouldn't tell me where you were either. Probably figured I'd try to come find you.
killtime: (pic#12062918)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Might've been better that you didn't. [ Dryly: ] I'm never sure if you're a help or a fucking distraction.

[ But whatever she says aloud, there is some real comfort it being together again. So many of the routines in her life have been built around having him there — and the hardest part of the past few months wasn't the lack of hot water or a soft place to sleep, but missing that anchor. On her own, she's always had this tendency to become a little unstuck. Restless. Reckless. A bit lost. ]

Besides, there's no guarantee they'll assign us together anyway. [ She tests the water briefly with her hand before climbing in. Fuck, but the warm water is nice. ] Head of the office already thinks we're nearly more trouble than we're worth.

[ But they are worth at lot. Especially for young aurors, the list of accomplishments is long — even if the methods may have been questionable now and then. ]
killtime: (pic#12063002)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would be easy to close that space between them, small as it is. She could just lean back and let herself have more than just the comfort of the warm water. He's right there. But she leans forward instead, as if to make room for him — or to make it easier to collect all that wild hair, which seems to fill up more of the tub than either of their bodies do. ]

Like they give a damn what either of us has to say. We're not being sent on dangerous solo missions because they value our opinions. [ There's a faint thread of bitterness — but she can't really complain, can she? She chose this. Knowingly. Because staying at his side had mattered more than living a safe and easy life. ] We just have to stay alive to spite them. At least until one of us ends up taking their place.

[ Him, probably. Not her. He always cared more than she did. ]
killtime: (pic#12062936)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ In that moment, the gentle tug of his fingers combing through her hair feels like all she's ever wanted — that, and the familiar sound of his voice just behind her, the feeling in it, that passion he speaks with that she so rarely finds the energy for. Truthfully, she doesn't give much of a damn what happens to the Ministry. She could just as well find a shack in the woods to live in and be more or less content with it. But he cares, so she cares because he does.

She glances over her shoulder at him, considering that handsome face for a moment before she responds with mild dryness:
]

I know. You're right. But do you really want to spend this whole reunion preaching to the choir?
killtime: (pic#12062977)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That brief, chaste kiss to her shoulder still draws all her attention to the place where his mouth so fleetingly presses against her skin. She’s been ignoring all the bruises and cuts, all the places that are sore and achy - but she can’t ignore that. It makes her want... ]

I could think of worse ways to spend a few days.

[ There’s a tangible pause. Then, finally, she lifts her hands to brush his away, just so she can turn around in the water to face him. She does nothing but watch him for another beat - then, as if some internal decision’s been made, she reaches out to cradle his face in her hands, holding him still so she can lean in to kiss him.

It doesn’t matter. They’ve been kissing since their school days. She’s memorized the way his lips feel by now. And if being apart from him so long makes the moment a little more poignant, well - that’s only natural, isn’t it?
]
killtime: (pic#12062998)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something she can’t say out loud: That it was the thought of him that kept her going - knowing she had to come home to him, and staying sharp and strong because of it. She’s built a hardened reputation among the aurors, to the point of jokes about invincibility and immortality - because of how she always returns unfazed from whatever hell she’s been sent off to. But it’s always the same motivation, the same thing that makes her determined to make it back at any cost - him. Her best friend. Her partner.

The bottom of the tub is hard against her knees as she shifts in the water to straddle his lap, but she barely notices it. The only thing that matters then is to be close - as close as possible, as if to make up for months apart. No more playing casual now. Her mouth is hot and hungry against his, taking that kiss as if it belongs to her.
]
killtime: (pic#12062930)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The same unspoken sentiments had been swelling in her chest since the moment she laid eyes on him — no, since the moment she'd even heard he was back. And she knows that's foolish — recklessly sentimental even, because there's always the chance that someday she's going to drag her tired aching body back from a mission and he won't be there waiting with his stupid shiteating grin and his "Hey, Andy", casual as you please. That's just how it is in this line of work. People die. Reputation aside, she isn't infallible either.

It's a keen awareness of that fact that gives a hard edge to her kiss as she takes his mouth for her own, her hands sliding back into his hair, tugging at the roots and breaking up the tangled curls as her fingers look for purchase. She grinds down into his lap, rubbing her body against his under the water as she kisses him to the point of breathlessness — leaving her words rough and ragged when she finally whispers into that minute space between their mouths:
]

I hated it. [ Lowly: ] I hated not knowing where you were. If you were alive or dead.
killtime: (pic#12063000)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something about what he says — the vulnerable honesty — makes her stop, just for a second. Just so she can look him in the face and answer him in a way that leaves no room for doubt or argument. ]

Listen to me. [ It's a rough whisper. ] I will always come back.

[ There's an intensity to her eyes in that moment — something dark and determined. A promise. Once she'll be forced to break one day, because she's bound to her own mortality as much as anyone else, but until then — she'll do whatever she has to. Break whatever rules need to broken. Take whatever lives need to be taken. She's never been noble, she's never even really been good, but she is devoted. Stubborn. Every skill she's honed — hours on hours of dueling, secretly learning dark magic, becoming an Animagus — all to make sure that little to nothing can stand between her and coming home.

Because he is home to her. And she's loved him since before she was even old enough to really know what love was.
]
killtime: (pic#12062918)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-28 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whatever tragedy the future holds, she made it back this time — and so did he. That counts for something, doesn't it. One more win. One mission at a time. It's doubtful either of them will ever be old and grey, but hell, she'll take as much time as she can get. If that means she has to fight and claw her way through months away chasing dark witches and wizards, then so be it. She'll do it to earn moments like this. Even if she comes home covered in dirt and blood and bruises. She'll take it.

Maybe that makes her stupidly sentimental — but nobody has to know that, and it's worth it, for this. To see him smile at her like that, warm with affection.
]

Sure. No force on Earth — except you, maybe, if you're feeling stubborn.

[ She leans to kiss that smile, a brief but familiar press of her lips as she shifts under the water, lifting her hips to make room for her to dip one hand down between her thighs. An audible exhale escapes her as she eases two fingers up inside herself. ]
killtime: (pic#12062999)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-29 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He would be right there with her, wouldn't he? So long as it was in his power. He always has been — everything from detentions together until now, the aftermath of these missions where the stakes are so much higher than the childish antics of their shared youth. ]

That's because you're stupid and reckless. [ Fondness softens her wryness. ] Just like me.

[ He bows his head to kiss her skin and her free hand lifts to smooth his hair back from his forehead, giving her a better glimpse of his face as he leans to press his lips to her breast. She makes a breathless little sound when he squeezes, a quiet moan that barely escapes her as she works those two fingers deeper, spreading them apart to open herself up. ]
killtime: (pic#12062931)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-29 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's so much, just to have this — to be reminded so vividly of what it's like to be with him this way, after weeks of separation. Everything comes back in a rush. Nobody's ever known her body the way that he does. He's her favorite vice, her oldest habit, the one she won't ever quit, even if it fucking kills her. She's missed his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her — fuck, even just the sound of his voice when he says those stupid sentimental things to her. And maybe that isn't how friendship goes — maybe that's something else entirely — but she can't be bothered to dwell on it.

A few more minutes of foreplay probably wouldn't have hurt, not after the dry spell of that damn mission, but fuck it, she's done waiting. The drag of his cock has all her muscles tense with anticipation. It might be a little tight, but it's good enough. She pulls her fingers free, feeling for his hand under the water, urging him to line himself up and get inside her already.
]

Come on. [ It's a low, rough murmur. ] I want you. I want you now.
killtime: (pic#12062999)

[personal profile] killtime 2018-12-29 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The frustrated little noise she makes when he teases her is predictable — she should've guessed that Poe fucking Dameron would play around when she's so on edge to be fucked by him that just the brush of his cock against her clit makes her tangibly twitch. It's a relief to feel him finally push inside — then a frustration again, when he stops. Fuck. She bites down on another sound as she shifts restlessly in his lap. ]

Bet you say that to all the pretty witches. [ But it's distracted mockery at best. All her attention is on those few inches he has inside her — how it holds her open, filling her without the satisfaction of depth or friction. How it makes her ache for something more. In a minute, she might just try and sit the rest of the way down onto his cock. ] Are you really going to hold the fuck out on me right now?

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-29 08:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-29 19:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 06:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 16:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 17:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 18:15 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 22:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-30 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 02:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 06:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 06:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 08:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 17:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 19:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 21:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 22:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2018-12-31 23:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-01 03:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-01 05:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-01 17:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-01 23:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-02 06:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-03 22:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] killtime - 2019-01-05 06:51 (UTC) - Expand