#Compulsory Process

[worldwatcher3072]

The Sixth Amendment: Safeguarding Fair Trials and Due Process

Welcome to the sixth installment of our "Constitution Matters" series, where we delve into the significance and impact of each amendment in the United States Constitution. In this edition, we shine a light on the Sixth Amendment, which plays a vital role in safeguarding fair trials and upholding the principles of due process. Let's explore how this amendment protects the rights of individuals within the criminal justice system and ensures justice is served.

Right to a Speedy and Public Trial: At the core of the Sixth Amendment is the right to a speedy and public trial. This crucial safeguard ensures that individuals facing criminal charges are not subject to undue delays or languish in legal limbo. It promotes efficiency in the judicial process while preserving transparency by allowing public scrutiny of court proceedings.

Impartial Jury of Peers: The Sixth Amendment guarantees the right to an impartial jury of one's peers. This means that individuals accused of a crime have the right to be judged by a group of impartial individuals from the community who will fairly evaluate the evidence presented and determine guilt or innocence. This principle helps prevent bias and ensures that decisions are reached based on an objective assessment of the facts.

Right to Confront Witnesses: Another critical aspect of the Sixth Amendment is the right to confront witnesses. Defendants have the opportunity to face and cross-examine witnesses who testify against them. This right ensures that the accused can challenge the credibility and accuracy of the evidence presented, fostering a robust and reliable adversarial process.

Right to Assistance of Counsel: The Sixth Amendment guarantees the right to assistance of counsel, which ensures that individuals accused of a crime have access to legal representation. This right recognizes the imbalance of power between the accused and the prosecution and aims to level the playing field. Competent legal counsel helps defendants navigate the complexities of the legal system, protects their rights, and ensures a fair trial.

Right to Compulsory Process: The Sixth Amendment also encompasses the right to compel witnesses to testify on behalf of the accused. This enables defendants to gather evidence in their favor and present a complete and thorough defense. The right to compulsory process empowers the accused to challenge the prosecution's case and provide a comprehensive account of the events in question.

The Sixth Amendment stands as a cornerstone of the American justice system, guaranteeing essential rights to individuals accused of crimes. By ensuring speedy and public trials, impartial juries, the right to confront witnesses, access to legal counsel, and the ability to compel witnesses, this amendment upholds the principles of fairness, due process, and the presumption of innocence. It serves as a vital safeguard against potential abuses of power and helps maintain the integrity of the criminal justice system.

Stay tuned for the next installment of our "Constitution Matters" series, where we continue to explore the remaining amendments that shape our democratic society.

[wackywatchdotcom]

i think i should draw ragatha ocd more actually

[msburgundy]

if not for public school teachers, who would teach 6 year olds how to use condoms?

[galindani]

my sexual orientation timeline:

2015: *me watching TLOK finale* omg korrasami is a canon couple :0 good for them i guess idk what to think

2016: *me watching and reading AoT* omg ymir’s letter to historia literally wrecked me, i kinda understand wlw couples now

2017: i’m literally obsessed with yumihisu now with AoT s2 airing. also i finally read korrasami comics and i’m even more into wlw media. btw, i’m starting high school in a new city, so i’m meeting new people, a lot of them are LGBT and am i developing a crush on my female friend?

2018: i’m bicurious. hayley kiyoko and janelle monáe are on repeat. i’m really into wlw media.

2019: white gay girls indie pop is at its peak aka clairo, king princess and girl in red. i’m in denial with my sexuality because at this point deep inside i was sure i’m bisexual.

2020: cottagecore lesbians having its moment. tiktok and pinterest are turning people gay. taylor releasing folklore and evermore and it’s not helping my sexuality.

2021: watching wanda maximoff and agatha harkness in action was life-changing. i’m still into *fictional* men btw so just let me be bisexual in denial.

2022: beyoncé’s releasing renaissance, i finally admit that i’m queer. i come out as unlabeled sapphic. taylor releases midnights and i jump into the gaylor hole.

2023: RWT quite literally changed my life and i finally accepted my queerness. i come out as bisexual. my gaylor theories are at its peak. i have a big crush on fletcher.

2024: all i think about are women. i went to my first pride parade! however, i develop a crush on a man and i become obsessed with him to the point i’m asking if it’s just comphet and i’m processing my sexuality. he was just kind to me and i’m thinking of my life with him. i can’t imagine engaging myself in a sexual relationship with him tho. i don’t even find him attractive. idk what is going on.

2025: realising that i’m a lesbian.

[duckdotcom]

my brain can't seem to tune out voices. I can only handle the sound of people talking if I have enough brainpower to follow their conversation and consciously consider everything they say because I simply cannot turn off that function. and there are so many sounds. in the world

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

with all the discussions around pronoun circles and similar practices, I’d like to add my thoughts as a Baby Queer TM:

u don’t get pronoun privileges until I’m sure you are cool.

“You” in this context can refer to a person or an institution, but the point stands. Unless I’m sure you’re gonna be chill about it, you don’t get pronoun privileges. Knowing my pronouns is a privilege, not a right.

Does having a compulsory pronoun share communicate to me that you’re cool?

Eh. Not really. It just tells me that I have to decide if you my pronoun privileges right now. And I’m probably not ready to share that yet.

[autism-disco]

ok handels messiah is just as wonderfully dreadful as i remember it why does he write tenor lines like that. what the hell man

[angryisokay]

Funny as hell when people demand compulsory voting in the US.

This country refuses to make election day a federal holiday, that would give too many people time off from work to go vote.

Additional LOL: Inauguration day *is* a federal holiday.

[emmyrosee]

uuuhhhhhmmmmMMMMM….

——

“Hey?”

“Hi.”

Interrupting his cooking, your hands come up to gently slot Choso’s face, smiling lovingly up at him while you angle him to face you. His chopping fingers still as you divert his attention, and he gives you a small smile and let his eyes wander your face. “Whatcha doin’?”

You raise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss to his lips, “mwah.”

“Mwah,” he echos, his eyes dancing over your face affectionately.

“One more-“ you raise on your toes again to plop another kiss on his lips, “mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“Okay,” you hum, kissing his cheek and patting his back lovingly, “you can go back to cooking. Let me know when you need me.”

“I always need you,” he calls.

You just really like kissing Choso. You knew you liked it from the second you’d kissed him for the first time, unable to stop thinking about him and how right kissing him felt, you love kissing him like breathing and it feels just as comforting.

You kiss him anywhere and everywhere, grateful for the man you call your boyfriend and his chivalry of never letting you go too long without a kiss, or letting you kiss him whenever or wherever you see fit.

Like how the other day, driving home, he paid no mind as you grabbed his hand gently from the wheel, planting tiny kisses on the pads of his fingers and knuckles before letting it go back to its perch on the wheel.

Or, when you’re cuddling, and you slowly start kissing the sharpness of his jawline, not to mark it up, but sheerly because it’s the perfect area to sponge sticky kisses on, and he wraps his arms around you, as if to shield the action from the sunlight pouring in the windows.

Or, when you'd been rough housing for who knows how long, and once you rolled on top of him victoriously, you were able to pin his hands next to his head and pepper kisses over his scrunched face.

"It tickles," he complained.

You shrugged and smiled mischievously down at him, "that's punishment for losing."

You both know his words are empty, and he loves kissing you as much as he loves receiving them.

More than anything, your need to kiss Choso is nothing short of an obsession, compulsory and tkes over your mind and soul where you can't even begin to process going on with your day until the fixation is settled.

Not that either of you have ever complained.

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[mylittleredgirl]

oh ho ho i have looked up the massachusetts ballot questions and i am so personally excited to vote against the MCAS, the high school standardized test students must pass to graduate. it never impacted my own education because i was in the very last class not to have to take it (late 90s), but i was selected for the pool of beta testers the year before it was universally implemented.

i had a great time actually—get out of class for two days for a test that doesn’t even matter? i enjoyed the process of taking standardized tests (when they didn’t matter) because i had spent most of my pre-high-school days in a homeschool environment without grades, so they reminded of the trivia workbook pages that were rationed out and treated as rewards (in a one room schoolhouse with 5 kids, you take the thrills you could get—public school education was pretty amazing after that).

the most memorable part of it for me was that we got little boxes of raisins as a snack and mine had an inchworm in it. but even then as a dumbass teenager i remember giving feedback that this would be demoralizing and unfair if imposed on everyone. schools chose who would put in the test group, and every one was an A student! what kind of sample was that?

the MCAS wouldn’t become a compulsory requirement for graduation until no child left behind, but it still immediately changed things. my sister was one year behind me, and her experience in the same classes i had taken the year before was so much less inspiring. history and civics teachers who had been painstakingly gathering copies of real articles for decades about historical events had to teach from state approved textbooks. the cross-disciplinary fun projects for multiple subjects were cancelled. older teachers started phoning it in and planned their retirement.

anyway, one of the things i have always felt most grateful for in my life is that i squeaked through my public education before state testing choked it. it was a small rural public school (pretty well funded though, there are a lot of fancy summer homes in property taxing distance), and had very passionate teachers who were having extra creative fun squeezing out the last of their independence, knowing that testing was coming. i was one of the canaries in the coal mine and i will take great pleasure if my vote helps shut it down.

[contentloadingandstuff]

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[evermount]

Evermount is a dystopian IF that takes inspiration from movies like "Don't Worry, Darling" and "Maze Runner." (18+)

Every day's the same: you wake up, you brush your teeth, you step into the shower, you get out, you make breakfast, you clean, as a homemaker does, and then, at exactly 12.10—not a second earlier or later—there's a knock. You then step out of the house and into the streets: the Mingle.

It's compulsory.

It only happens in pairs—everyone has a designated friend. And you're no stranger; you have one too—you are one too.

You walk, you talk, and you spend the majority of the day together—two hours minimum outside, gazing at the endless rows of pale houses in the neighbourhood; for the rest of the time, before it's time to prep dinner, you're free to do as you please with your friend.

That's Evermount.

Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to.

Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known.

The Spouse [f/m] | Enemies to lovers

Every day at 7:00, you wake up, arrange breakfast on the table, wrap up the leftover dinner, and position yourself on the front porch, holding their lunch bag against your chest. The kiss is so swift that you hardly process it, and then they're gone. You wave, with a smile on your face, as you watch their car merge into a stream of Chevrolet Bel Airs—supplied by the council—all heading to work. In the evening, you share dinner, in silence. They don't talk much—only when there's company. Sometimes, it feels like you don't even know them.

The Officer [f/m] | Friends to lovers

Their eyes scanned yours, filled with concern. A deep crease cut straight through the centre of their brow, marring their otherwise smooth face. Their lips moved hastily, and they clutched your hand, but you felt yourself slipping away, slowly. "I promise, we'll find you." Those words are so strange, you recall them, every day. But that's all. You don't remember the date, the time, or why. A figment of your imagination, maybe? You see them in your dreams. Yet you don't know who they are—if they even exist.

The Voice [f/m] | ???

You're. Not. Crazy. But someone who isn't you speaks inside your head. To you. They'd lock you up for that. Take you somewhere far away. But you feel the exact same—you're no danger. So, you don't tell. You just keep acting as you are.

The Friend [f/m] | Forbidden romance  (relationship history can be an affair)

Your partner in crime, as some might say. They're your friend—you've been assigned since the beginning. But they were already living here, long before you and your spouse moved into the neighbourhood, before you two were assigned together. They talk a lot, more than your spouse. They like you, and you like them. That's what friends are supposed to do; that's what the Mingle is for—it's bad to feel alone, and the council doesn't want that.

The Council Member [f/m] | Forbidden romance

"Don't trust them," the voice warns. Your eyes narrow at them; the area under their eyes is hollow, worn, riddled with fine lines. They expel an exhausted breath and reposition the tie that's wrapped around their neck, way too tight. They look the part. They look like everyone else in Evermount, yet they're not: they're in the council, they're above you.

DEMO (TBD) 𖤓 INTROS

reblogs are appreciated!

[stupittmoran]

J6 Political Prisoner Jake Lang Has Been Released From Prison After 4 Years and 5 Days Without a Trial

Sixth Amendment

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

[devisrina]

🌟Sydcarmy week 2024🌟

The grand opening of our very first sydcarmy week!!

You heard it here Jeffs, let’s fuckin’ go!!!!

Graphics made curtesy of @ambeauty

Sydcarmy drawing done by me @devisrina

Prompts

Day 1: Found Family

Day 2: Acts of Service, hurt comfort, sick fic

Day 3: Drawings, Tattoos, & their creative process

Day 4: Jealously trope

Day 5: Mutual pining/Realization

Day 6: First date

Day 7: Serious heat (Spicy content to level of your desire)

(Bonus day) Day 8: Strange Currencies (alternate universe)

Rules/guidelines:

* Prompts are up for interpretation, as long as it is connected to Sydcarmy

* Have fun

* Be considerate of others!

* Anyone can participate

Sydcarmy week 2024 will be held September 9-15 leading up to Emmy’s night!!!

Bonus day: “Strange Currencies” is held on the 16th September (or a later day if you need more time) for anyone who wants to partake in the additional day, It’s not compulsory!

Please feel free to participate with fanfics, fanart, meta, edits etc that highlight using the prompts of each day!!!

Use #sydcarmyweek2024 on tumblr, tiktok and instagram for us to find your work.

For ao3 fanfic writers, please use #sydcarmyweek2024 on the tags of your work so that we can find them on there as well!!

[hwangism143]

drunk promises.

chan watched as you stumbled out of the doors of the bar, beaming at him and holding up a packet of what looked like french fries. it was your friend groups bi-monthly night out, and who was he to deny you some fun?

you were evidently drunk, and possibly the only one since most of your friend group was either pregnant or had kids at home. chan wrapped you in his arms, his familiar scent engulfing you.

chan picked you effortlessly and felt you giggle against his neck. he laughed and placed you in the car, helping you with your seatbelt, stealing a few french fries in the process.

when he started the car, you asked, "chan?"

"hm?" he replied, turning to face you.

you turned to him with a lovesick grin, "do you love me?"

chan had to stifle his laughter as best as he possible could. gosh, you were just so cute. chan laced his fingers through yours, opting to steer with just one hand.

"y/n, baby," he said gently, "we've been married for three years."

your face instantly lit up and you placed your cheek against the padding of the car seat. "oh yeah!"

chan laughed and ruffled your hair, softly kissing you at a red light to remove the pout on your face.

"chan."

"hm?"

"let's make a baby."

"what?"

chan nearly crashed the car then and there. it wasn't that he didn't want kids. it was just that the two of your never properly discussed it, prioritizing your careers over starting a family. but he should've known it was coming; baby fever had both of you in it's deathly grip.

"i love you, you love me, and when two people love each other very much-"

you babbled on and on about how having a baby would be advantageous.

"we can get free cuddles and not have to go to other people's homes!"

"looking after a baby is more than just free cuddles honey."

you frowned, your lip caught between your teeth. "i know! we'll do the taking care part too. i can change the diapers in the morning, and you can do it in the night, since you don't sleep anyways."

you continued with a satisfied smile, "and then we'll get free cuddles."

chan watched you with what he bet were literal hearts in his eyes. when your initial enthusiasm died down to a form of exhaustion, you placed your head against his shoulder and yawned.

"promise me you'll talk about this when you're sober?"

"promise," you sighed sleepily, hooking your pinky finger with his and giving him a triumphant smile.

god, he had never loved you more. but that would be a lie. he found himself loving you more with each passing second he had knowing that he loved you and you loved him.

(ten months later proof of that promise was nestled in chan's arms and now he had two people whom he could proudly expend all his love on for the rest of forever if possible.)

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[hp-hcs]

• smut • was held in chains, but now i’m free — comphet! mattheo riddle x openly bi! harry potter

compulsory heterosexuality, often shortened to “comphet”, refers to the societal pressure to conform to heterosexual norms and behaviors, even if someone does not identify as heterosexual.

notes: after the war, 8th year, both characters are 18. mattheo refers to himself as a pureblood since voldy moldy never told him or anyone else that he was a halfblood. the song is “O Children” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds; it’s the song harry and hermione dance to in deathly hallows pt 1.

warnings: smut mdni, internalized homophobia, brief mentions of pureblood politics being homophobic, bottom mattheo, unprotected sex, the author is asexual

MDNI: 18+ smut ahead. i am not responsible for your internet consumption.

ATTENTION: The Gryffindor Quidditch locker room is closed. Please use the Slytherin locker room until further notice. We apologize for any inconvenience.

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How smug Potter is, Mattheo thought bitterly to himself as he scrubbed the rest of his shampoo out of his hair. He gets to prance his naked arse around our locker room right now.

Mattheo shook his head under the heavy spray of the locker room shower-head, as if to clear the lingering thoughts of Harry Potter’s naked arse from his mind.

A couple of second years had stunk up the Gryffindor locker room with their game of gobstones, forcing the teachers to have to consolidate both Slytherin and Gryffindor players to the Slytherin locker room.

As Mattheo turned off his shower, only one other remained running. Harry Potter, a few shower stalls over. With Mattheo’s own shower off, the room had become somewhat quieter, making it easier for him to hear that Potter had begun humming. At some point, this soon turned into quiet singing that echoed throughout the room.

Hey, little train, wait for me

I once was blind, but now I see

But have you left a seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

Annoyed, Mattheo yanked on his jeans, trying to force himself to think of anything other than how surprisingly beautiful and haunting Potter’s voice was.

Hey, little train, wait for me

Was held in chains, but now I’m free

I’m hangin’ in there, don’t you see?

In this process of elimination

Mattheo’s skin prickled.

Was held in chains, but now I’m free.

Not only was that a spot-on metaphor for Potter being freed from his whole “chosen martyr” thing, but in a way, it was also a good metaphor for him gaining his own freedom from his pureblood family and their ideology after his wretched mother and bastard father’s well-deserved deaths.

Hey little train, we’re all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We’re happy, Ma, we’re havin’ fun

Beyond my wildest expectations

Mattheo’s skin prickled again, and he grew even more uncomfortable. Was the locker room always this hot? Why was his shirt sticking to his skin so much more than usual?

“Be quiet, Potter!” Mattheo finally snapped, his voice echoing in the otherwise empty locker room.

There was a startled yelp.

“Petrificus Totalis!”

Mattheo fell like a rock.

Potter stumbled out of his shower stall and was fumbling with his glasses, which had fogged up from the steam of the showers and were sitting crooked from him hastily shoving them on. He hovered uncertainly over Mattheo’s prone form, his wand practically sliding out of his grasp from how wet his naked body was from the shower Mattheo had oh-so-kindly interrupted.

Oh, Merlin— Potter’s naked, Mattheo mentally panicked. And he’s hung.

A niggling bit of his brain wondered what it would taste like.

“Stop staring at my dick, Riddle,” Potter snapped as he released the spell’s hold on Mattheo, his cheeks burning bright red under those stupidly oversized glasses. “Why are you still in here?”

For the first time, Mattheo actually bothered to look at Potter. His eyes traced the famous scar that marred the Chosen One’s forehead, then dipped down to his angular jaw, then to Potter’s well-toned torso and arms, sparing another darting glance at his cock before his eyes flicked back up to meet Potter’s. Green, like his mother’s supposedly were. Although, to Mattheo, they more closely resembled the color of the Killing Curse.

“Can I blow you?” Mattheo blurted.

They both stared at each other in awkward silence for a moment.

“I— uh, sure.” Potter looked baffled and beyond confused, but his dick visibly twitched in interest.

They continued staring at each other silently for a moment longer before Mattheo scrambled across the floor to wrap his hand around Potter’s cock.

Bewildered by this turn of events, Potter leaned back against the row of lockers and hesitantly combed his fingers through Mattheo’s dark curls, marveling at how soft his hair was.

Mattheo trepidatiously leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip.

Potter gently guided Mattheo’s mouth onto his cock. “That’s it. Go slow.”

Mattheo was timid and hesitant until he got the hang of things.

Harry let out a yelp as Mattheo, without warning, swallowed him down to the root. The boy seemed to have no gag reflex whatsoever.

“Shit— why didn’t we do this sooner?” Harry babbled, petting the other boy’s curls in a daze. “So fuckin’ pretty. Fuck.”

He reached down after an agonizing minute of pure pleasure to tug Mattheo up to his feet. “Please— please, can I fuck you?”

“What?”

Harry hooked his fingers around Mattheo’s belt buckle, tugging the other man forward. “I asked if I could fuck you.”

“I’m the son of the Dark Lord, Potter,” Mattheo spluttered, stumbling forward a step until he was standing between Harry’s lazily spread thighs, hyperaware of Harry’s current hand placement. “My father tried to kill you a billion times. Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“You just had my dick in your mouth like three minutes ago, so not really, no.”

Mattheo scoffed, although his cheeks had significantly reddened. “You’re an idiot.”

“Takes one to know one, Riddle.”

“Don’t call me that, Potter.”

“When you stop calling me Potter, I’ll stop calling you Riddle, Riddle.” Harry grinned cheekily, giving Mattheo’s ass a light tap as his hands moved to grip the boy’s hips.

Mattheo let out an honest-to-Merlin whimper and clumsily smashed his mouth against Potter’s.

Harry responded in kind, kissing him back desperately, as though trying to consume him. His fingers frantically unbuttoned Mattheo’s uniform shirt, shoving it off his broad shoulders.

Freshly revealed by the shirt hitting the floor was the faded-gray Dark Mark. Mattheo squirmed slightly when Potter’s eyes scrutinized it. And when Harry lightly trailed his fingers over the faint twisting snake, Mattheo sucked his teeth as a mild shudder wracked through his body.

“It’s a little sensitive,” he said shortly by way of explanation.

Potter just leaned in to press a kiss to Mattheo’s wrist and moved on, unbuckling his belt. Mattheo’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of red.

“Where’re we going to—?”

“My shower’s still running,” Potter offered. Sure enough, Mattheo could hear the pitter-patter of water across the room. He hadn’t noticed it earlier.

Mattheo impatiently smacked Harry’s hands away when he reached for his boxers, wriggling out of them himself and all but dragging Harry across the room to the shower stall.

Harry offered Mattheo his hand to help him into the shower, casting an anti-slip spell on the both of them. The water—charmed to never run cold—washed over Mattheo delightfully. He combed his sopping wet curls out of his face the second they began to obscure his vision, reveling in the delicious sight of rivulets of water running over Potter’s angular body.

“How do you want me to do this?” Potter asked gently, grabbing Mattheo’s hip and pulling their bodies together. Mattheo gasped as his cock nudged Harry’s, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

“I don’t know,” he confessed. “I’ve never done this before. With a man, I mean.”

“So I’m your gay awakening?” Harry teased lightheartedly.

Mattheo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re the incredibly sexy Bi Who Lived, we get it.”

Harry laughed, a deep sound that made Mattheo’s toes tingle. Harry leaned forward to kiss Mattheo quickly, before gently manhandling him to face the wall with his hands legs spread, hands flat against the Slytherin-green tiles.

Potter then cast a wordless spell, sending an unfamiliar and not all that pleasant sensation through Mattheo’s arse.

“Lube,” Harry explained shortly, hands more occupied with running over Mattheo’s sides and back, feeling up the muscle. “You ready?”

“Go slow,” Mattheo mumbled, resting his cheek against the tiled wall for support. Did Potter really have to choose such a vulnerable position?

Something large and blunt rested against his ass; the head of Harry’s cock. A low noise escaped Mattheo’s throat as Potter began slowly pressing in.

It didn’t hurt, the way it would’ve if they’d used the primitive Muggle ways of lubrication, but it also didn’t feel…good. Meh, at best. Hardly worth sacrificing his name and pureblood status over. Even as Potter sunk himself in all the way to the root, it just didn’t feel all that special, to be honest. Mattheo was a little surprised. Wasn’t hedonism supposed to be lasciviously pleasurable?

But then Potter started to move.

Mattheo’s eyes rolled back in his head.

With every thrust, Potter hit something deep inside of him that had his toes curling, body singing, mouth babbling for more more more.

“That’s it,” Harry grunted, his breathing getting heavier as he picked up the pace, wrapping a hand around Mattheo’s cock to jerk him off in time to his thrusts. “Good boy, fuck—”

“Potter— Potter—” Mattheo keened, fingers scrabbling against the green tiled wall of the shower stall. He’d never felt anything so good in his entire life.

“Shit— so tight— so good—”

Mattheo was in ecstasy, on a whole new plane. Every relentless thrust, every kiss, every touch made him wonder, Why did I ever waste my time with women?

“Potter—” he babbled, “I’m gonna cum— Potter—”

“Nuh uh.” Harry yanked his hand off of Mattheo’s dick. “That’s not my name. Say my name.”

“Harry!”

Harry wrapped his right hand back around Mattheo’s dick, resuming his prior pace, and wrapped the other hand around Mattheo’s left arm, purposely pressing his fingers into the ugly Dark Mark.

Mattheo shrieked at the sudden onslaught of sensations. The relentless pleasure of sex paired with the stinging-burning-aching of his Dark Mark made him cum instantly, splattering the tiles with the evidence of his pleasure. Harry followed seconds later, draping his body over Mattheo’s back to catch his breath.

“You okay, Matty?”

Matty.

“Y-yeah,” Mattheo stuttered. Mentally, he was panicking. What if someone found out he had not only sucked a man off, but had let said man fuck him? He’d be ruined.

“You sure, hon?”

Oh, Merlin— hon.

Mattheo breathed in deeply. He could smell the lavender soap Harry had used. It was… calming.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Harry echoed skeptically, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Mattheo’s neck as he pulled out. “Fancy a private tour of the Gryffindor dorms? No funny business, I just— would like to— uh… to-”

“Yes,” Mattheo interrupted. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Harry hummed and picked up his forgotten bar of soap, lathering his hands up before reaching out to wash Mattheo’s body.

“You could just use Scourgify, you know,” Mattheo pointed out.

“I could, yeah.” Harry reached for his favorite bottle of shampoo and began working the soap into Mattheo’s curls.

Instead of questioning his actions further, Mattheo just relaxed against the wall and allowed himself to be pampered. This was nice. This was okay. This was not a sin.

And just for a single tender moment, for the first time since the war ended, Mattheo truly felt free.

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