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The universe Iâm helpless in
Title: the universe Iâm helpless in Rating: PG Recipient: @rankgal Tags: fluff, Hogwarts AU Summary: Robert and Aaron share a quiet afternoon on the Hogwarts ground
Robert weaves easily through the throng of Ravenclaw students, by now in his seventh year a seasoned pro at circumventing the huddled masses of first years littering the corridors. It seems a lifetime ago he was one of them, scared and uncertain, following the Slytherin prefect like a shadow.
As it is, heâs enjoying watching Holly Barton, one of the current Ravenclaw prefects, trying to wrangle some of the first years into a neat line. Sheâs failing, badly. He passes her over with a nod, biting into an apple he made Victoria swipe from the kitchen that morning, Holly shoots him a nasty look. He smirks at her.
Robert costed their house twenty points during their joint double Potions class this morning so he canât really blame her. In his defense, Holly had been distracted and thatâs on her. He doesnât dislike Holly, not really, sheâs probably his favorite Barton, but even then, thereâs not much competition. Still, theyâre playing against Ravenclaw next Sunday and a little preemptive psychological warfare never hurt anybody. If the Ravenclaw team wants to try and make him pay for it, well, best of luck to them.
Robert reaches the grounds and keeps walking past a group of giggling girls, nodding a greeting to Leyla, the only Slytherin there, and ignoring everyone else. Heâs not antisocial, no matter what Victoria and his dad say. Thereâs a reason why most Slytherins like to keep to themselves, reasons that Victoria, their dadâs pride and joy in her yellow and black Hufflepuff robes, could never fully understand. People assume a Slytherin will walk on anyone to get what they want â itâs not a wrong assumption, but what they donât understand is that Slytherins will always protect their own.
Robert still remembers with a pang of reflexive anxiety the day he was sorted into Slytherin, how sure he was his dad was going to kill him. Jack Sugden had only ever found two Hogwarts houses acceptable. Ravenclaw, where heâd spent his school years, and Hufflepuff, the house of hard workers. Gryffindors were rash and pigheaded fools. As for Slytherins⌠the less said about them the better.
But the other Slytherins had welcomed him. He isnât an outcast here. No one compares him to his father or his brother or his sister.
In a way being sorted into Slytherin has also given Robert a sick sense of accomplishment. He is the first Sugden ever sorted there. Slytherin is his in a way nothing else is. In a way he doesnât have to share with anyone. Especially not with Andy, a muggle, and still, inexplicably, Jackâs favorite son.
Well, itâs not the only thing.
A gust of wind ruffles Robertâs hair making him snap out of his thoughts. Itâs a warm day, not warm enough that the grounds are swarming with students, but enough that walking outside is almost pleasant. Itâs been raining for weeks now, so the sun peeking out from under heavy rainclouds feels like an earned reprieve.
He keeps walking until he canât hear the other studentsâ voices anymore, until he reaches the point where the trees start getting denser and the Forbidden Forest meets the Great Lake. There, past the first couple rows of trees is a clearing. Itâs not far enough into the forest to be dangerous, but just enough that most students donât want to go in to avoid getting in trouble.
Aaronâs lying on the green grass, his eyes closed, sunlight warming his face, his red and gold tie more than already halfway off. Thereâs bits of parchment strewn around him, the paper covered in Aaronâs huge and messy handwriting. Heâs lying still, almost like heâs sleeping, but Robert can tell heâs awake and he knows Robertâs there.
âYouâre late.â Aaron says without even opening his eyes. âI havenât got the time to wait around for you indefinitely.â He continues with fake annoyance.
There was a time, around Robertâs fifth year and Aaronâs fourth, when he thought Aaron just really despised him. He doesnât think that anymore.
Robert gets closer to Aaron, takes his bag off, and then without warning, drops on him, chest to chest. Aaron lets out a breath and a cough, and Robertâs grinning, but Aaron canât see it because his eyes are still stubbornly closed.
âSorry, Holly Barton tried to barricade the corridor using the first years as human furniture.â Robert says.
To this, Aaron finally cracks open an eye. âOne of these days someone is going to hex you and youâll deserve it.â Safe to say he probably heard about the Potions incident.
âWill you sit at my bedside in mourning of my youthful good looks?â Robert asks, getting closer to Aaronâs lips. It comes out breathier than intended, almost a whisper by the end.
Aaronâs face is warm from the sun and his eyes are amused. This is Robertâs favorite Aaron. The sun on his face, his clothes damp from lying on the grass, a smile in his eyes just for Robert.
âIâm the one hexing you.â Aaron says, but he still hasnât shoved Robert off and his lips stay parted while he looks with anticipation at Robertâs.
Robert smiles and kisses Aaron, soft at first, just a press of lips, before Aaron gets annoyed with it and shoves his tongue in Robertâs mouth. Itâs not always like this between them, but this is what Robert likes best. Especially when Aaron finally does shove him off, hard enough to topple him and switch their positions. Suddenly Robertâs on the ground, with damp grass tickling the back of his neck and the weight of Aaronâs body on his chest and stomach.
âAre you coming to the Slytherin and Ravenclaw match on Sunday?â Robert asks, one of his hands resting comfortably in the space where Aaronâs neck meets his shoulder.
âYeah. Iâm cheering for my best mateâs sister.â Aaron replies, his serious face betrayed by the grin threatening to break from his lips.
Robert wants to protest, but before he can, Aaronâs mouth is on his again, effectively silencing him.
âYou taste like apples.â Aaron says with a grimace. Robert canât help but laugh at that.
âI ate one. You should try it sometimes.â Robert says, blindingly looking for the bag he dropped earlier. When he finally finds it, he starts rummaging through it, Aaron looking at him amused.
âIf you take a bloody apple out of your bag Iâm dumping ya.â Aaron says. This time itâs Robertâs turn to make a face as he takes a chocolate frog out of his bag and tosses it to Aaron.
âIâm not an idiot.â Robert says as Aaron unwraps it.
âCould have fooled me.â Aaron replies, popping the whole thing into his mouth. Robert chooses this specific moment to shove him, playfully but hard, off of him.
âOi!â Aaron protests once he manages to swallow the chocolate.
Robert ignores him and lies back down, resting his head on his hands and closing his eyes. He can feel Aaron settle next to him, their bodies touching.
âWhat card did you get?â Robert asks idly, his foot tapping gently against Aaronâs ankle.
âDidnât even look at it.â Aaron replies and Robert grins.
âYou could give it to Finn Barton then, I hear he collects them.â Robert says and he laughs, Aaron right behind him, both of them remembering the time Aaron had been intensely relieved to find out that when Finn had invited him to look at his chocolate frogs card collection he had meant just that. Robert still maintains that despite there being an actual card collection, Finn had been trying to flirt with Aaron.
âNah, I think Iâll keep it. It was a good chocolate frog.â Aaron says, resting his head on Robertâs shoulder. Robertâs arm reflexively goes to hold Aaron.
Itâs peaceful and soothing, something neither one of them has had enough of lately, or ever.
Of course, thatâs when it starts raining.
The first drop is cold and huge and it hits Robert square in the left eye.
A few seconds later both Robert and Aaron are scrambling up, both gathering as many papers as possible and shoving them into Aaronâs bag. Robert is cursing Aaronâs messiness, and Aaron is cursing Robert.
Aaron takes his wand out and grinds out a âProtego totalum!â at his bag, trying to avoid it getting soaked, but to no avail.
âThatâs not what that spellâs for!â Robert shouts under what is now the roaring sound of pouring rain. The rain is flattening his hair and his robes are quickly getting soaked, his bag feeling waterlogged already. If he loses his Charms essay because of it heâs gonna make Aaron come with him to the library while he writes it for the second time.
âYou could always help, you know!â Aaron shouts, already legging it for the castle.
Robertâs curse is lost in the wind.
They run, itâs not that far, but still when they finally do get inside theyâre dripping water on the pristine corridor floor.
Robertâs catching his breath, but Aaronâs not even winded. Aaron keeps telling him that Quidditch practice is not an actual workout and as of now Robert might be inclined to believe him.
Robert looks at Aaron, his hair flat on his head, water dripping down his cheeks, a few drops trapped between his dark lashes. Heâs beautiful in a way Robert may never be able to vocalize, like a heavy something lodged in his chest fluttering its wings every time Aaron walks into a room. Robert smiles because heâs cold and dripping wet and happy, so happy he doesnât really know what to do with it. And itâs because of Aaron. Aaronâs smile, and his eyes, and the way his hands hold Robert like heâs precious.
âI love you.â Robert says, heâs known it for a while and wanted to wait for the right moment, but every moment with Aaron is right. Theyâre surrounded by a world of magic, and all Robert can focus on, has ever been able to focus on ever since they met, is Aaron. Aaron is a different kind of magic altogether.
Thereâs a flutter of anxiety moving from Robertâs stomach to his trembling hands. Heâs cold and too warm and the room seems to be shrinking around him. Heâs never said it to anyone, not out loud, itâs his first and itâs Aaronâs, it was always going to be Aaronâs, even if Aaron doesnât feel the same.
But then Aaron smiles, big and open, and time stops.
âI love you too.â Aaron says and his smile is blinding and beautiful and it reminds Robert of the first time he saw the castle, illuminated by the moon and by a myriad of candles. Itâs overwhelming in the best way, the way that makes him want to never move again instead of running away.
This time Aaron kisses him first, his cold and wet hands on Robertâs neck, in his hair, on his shoulders. Still, Aaron is warm and solid and real, his body flush against Robertâs. And they should move, anyone could come in at any time and heâs not sure either one of them would notice, but they donât.
They stand still, holding each other close and swaying, just for a moment.
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i am calling to you from beyond and i am here to say your boyfriend likes you very dearly and thinks you cute as hell.
isnât my boyfriend @katsukiviktor so romantic. except i was watching the new buzzfeed unsolved q&a and the preview said âi am calling to you from beyond and i am here to sayâŚâ and for a second i legit thought a fucking ghost messaged me or smth and i died
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dnp + skam net members!!!
so after many wonderful applications, i have picked the members for the dnp + skam net! thank you so much to everyone who applied, youre all lovely đ here are the members!
monique | @phtl and @ilusfb | 15 | she/her
marian | @theirnewhome and @mytypeofmemes | 14 | she/her
sophia | @nyellointernet @slytherintothevoid @cornspiracy | 14 | she/her
ruby | @odetododie | 18 | she/her
micaela | @hold-onto-me-dont-you-ever-leave | 19 | she/her
aaron | @katsukiviktor | 19 | he/him
sam | @crescendohowell | 17 | she/they
addison | @fringelust | 16 | she/her
filipa | @philboyante | 17 | she/her
kerry | @cherubsdan | 15 | she/her
yeonu | @monetphil | 16 | she/they
emma | @gottablogaboutit | 17 | she/her
abby | @rosythicc and @evasbun | 14 | she/her
laura | @danandphilnado and @purlestream | 19 | she/her
liz | @zazzed-howell | 15 | she/her
triggers for the gc are under the cut
self harm, homophobia, graphic descriptions of broken bones, rape, gore
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