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A small laugh left his lips as Gideon spoke. “Yeah, sure. I think she just says that to make you happy.” He joked. Evan knew Hannah liked both of them, he even once caught her calling Gideon her dad. His heart melted when he heard it, not that he let his husband know about it. He turned to look at Hannah after getting the flour on his face, grinning. “You know, I think she just likes flour on everyone’s face.” He said after the girl calmed down from giggling.

A small sigh of relief left his lips when Gideon said Winnie had prepared some food for them. He was far too tired to cook, and he definitely wouldn’t trust his husband to prepare something… decent. “She’s not wrong. You definitely can’t cook.” He teased. He lingered by Gid’s lips for a moment, eyes closed, small smile on his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He finally answered, pulling away slightly so he could look at the other. “I should probably shower, actually.”

“Oh she definitely does,” Gideon laughed, looking down at Hannah with a playful grin. He loved their family, despite never thinking it was possible. “Mhm, I definitely think she does,” Gideon laughed, before swiping up some flour and booping some on her nose. “There, now we all match.”

“Hey! I can cook... sometimes,” Gideon huffed, before shaking his head, “Wins is a lifesaver, isn’t she? Sometimes I forget she’s actually younger than us.” The smile never left his lips, watching his husband and their daughter. “Sounds good to me, and you definitely should, you smell,” He teased, “Doesn’t he Sunny?” 

Dorcas wasn’t sure what got into her. But the moment her eyes settled on the scar, it was just stronger than her. Softly, her hands went on to trace the lines, perhaps a little too softly for just friends. She didn’t react when he said her name, far too focused on her task, and lost in her thoughts. She just couldn’t help but wonder if her own actions form the past had lead to people bearing similar marks now. She hated having to think it was the case.

It’s hideous. While she didn’t reply right away, a small frown pulled on her face, shaking her head softly. Her fingers moved slower across his scar, up until they stopped the moment he touched her face. It was only then that she realize what she’d done, and on any other day she’d push him away, apologize, and then run away. But for once, she wanted to do something a little scarier and didn’t push him away. Instead, she slowly looked up at him, biting her lips for a brief moment. “I don’t think it is.”

This was definitely crossing some kind of barrier between them. Fabian studied her expression, teeth tugging on his lower lip. He should pull away, brush it off, probably put on a damn shirt - but he found himself entranced by her movements. It was no secret his feelings for Doe were more than friendly, something Gideon constantly teased him about.

“You don’t?” He asked her quietly, swallowing. The second their gaze met, Fabian found his gaze falling lower to her lips. “I-” He began, before the words faltered on his lips. For once, Fabian thought perhaps he wasn’t the only one interested. “I really want to kiss you right now,” He admitted, words barely audible, “If you don’t feel the same, tell me to walk away,” He murmured, dropping his head slightly, his lips barely hovering over hers. 

Fabian’s breath hitched as her finger tips dances across the the scar that stretched across his chest. “Doe,” He murmured softly, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his gaze bore into hers. The occasional time he’d wondered about taking his shirt off in front of Doe, he’d had ... hoped it would have been in a different situation that having to change because his nightmare of a twin thought it would be hilarious to throw water at him. 

“It’s hideous,” He murmured quietly, gaze dropping to the floor. He knew he had no reason to be ashamed, but he hated it. It was a constant reminder of what had happened to him and Gideon a few years ago, a memory he was eager to forget. Still, the girl seemed to keep tracing. “Doe?” He questioned, his thumb reaching out to caress her cheek as he cupped her face, a gesture far too intimate between friends. 

“Oh fuck you, Theo,” Cain almost growled, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. The boy could remember exactly how they’d got into this argument, and while it had been his fault, he certainly didn’t care. It had made his skin crawl to see the other kissing someone else, and so, despite Emrys telling him he was a dumbass and it wouldn’t end well, he’d interrupted it. 

Which was why the two were now in an alleyway, arguing. He’d finally realised he liked Theo, which absolutely terrified him. It was easier to still pretend, act dumb, even if they were occasionally hooking up. Not his finest idea, but Cain couldn’t help himself around the other -- and it was easier than admitting the truth. He was pretty sure Theo felt the same, but the idea that it could go wrong and he could lose the one constant person in his life terrified him. 

 He wasn’t entirely paying attention to the other’s words, but he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it, Theo, I don’t want you kissing anyone else,” He hissed, and before he could talk himself out of it, pushed the other against the wall, crashing his lips against his. It was the first time Cain had kissed him sober, having not drunk as much recently as a promise to Winnie -- and it was terrifying, especially at how much he was enjoying it.

Juliet let out a huff as she glared at the textbook in front of her. “That’s it. I give up. What dumbass thought doing extra years of schooling would be fun?” Grumbling, she turned to see Julian, after having snuck into his common room. It wasn’t like it was hard, she’d had plenty of practise being friends with Sirius. “Julian,” She whined, poking him in the side. “Can we do something fun now?”

Huffing at the other’s lack of reaction other than an arched eyebrow, Juliet shuffled closer to him on the sofa, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she smirked. “Juliaaan,” She sang softly, before leaning close, to press her lips to his neck, hoping it would distract him.

“Yeah, like… Ok, so, it was weird. People were telling me ‘oh, you and Rosier uh?’ And I just thought they meant your brother because… well, I just talk to him more. But then I got home and you were there. Then I woke up.” Simeon explained before giving the other a small shrug. “I’m guessing by Rosier, they meant you, so, I did have a dream about you.”

It was only once he was done talking that he realized just how red Wyatt had gotten. And a small playful grin appeared on his face for a moment. “Are you okay there? You look like you’re trying to morph into a tomato.” He joked. “Although, I think that color suits you. You should try wearing it more often.”

Wyatt wasn’t entirely sure he could blush anymore that he already was, until the other started explaining. He could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. “I-I was at your house? In your dream?” He mumbled, eyes widening slightly. Don’t think too much into it, he tried to tell himself. “Yeah that’s... you uh, definitely talk to Evan more, and most people still don’t entirely accept me as a Rosier, so...” He rambled, scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I’m good, just uh, well when a cute guy says he has a dream about you--” He cut himself off, eyes widening in horror. Wyatt suddenly wished the ground would swallow him whole, wondering how he managed to put his foot in his mouth every time he found someone attractive. He could almost feel Evan and Gideon laughing at him for it. “I- I have a red shirt. I just uh, tend to wear green more because it’s my favourite colour.” Wyatt grimaced as the words came out of his mouth. “Sorry.”

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when he heard the door to the room open -- he shrunk, trying to making himself as small as possible -- ignoring the pain that shot through his body. “Please don’t hurt me again,” he whimpered, forcing himself to open his eyes. As a familiar figure came into view, Wyatt let out a sob of relief. “Evan,” He choked out, “It could be a trap, he could hurt you, you need to leave,” He pleaded. Wyatt knew Corban seemed to have a vendetta against his brother, and he hated the thought that Evan could get hurt because of him.

With a sigh, he pushed the door open, eyes immediately flicking around as he moved towards the lockers. He shoved his bag in a locker, before turning around, face to face with Jonathan. “Oh, uh, hey,” He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you want something?”

Evan’s first thought when he started to wake up was that he certainly drank far too much since h couldn’t remember making it home, or even having dinner. His second thought was that the bed was surprisingly hard and cold. And that’s when he realized he wasn’t in bed, and that he never even made it to dinner. Quickly, he rose until he was sitting up, eyes looking around to try and figure out where he was. But nothing about the place was familiar.

Well, apart from the other body lying not too far. That one, he would always recognize - it looked like home. But there was still some fear bubbling inside of him, so he approached slowly at first. Part of him was terrified he’d find the other boy not breathing anymore, making him apprehend the moment he be beside him. But as he got close enough, he realized it as all in his head, and the other was definitely alive.

Evan made the last few steps quickly, a small sigh escaping his lips as he took a place next to the other. “Gideon.” One of his hands moved to brush some hair off his husband’s face, his hand lingering on his cheek for a moment. He didn’t care that he was probably in danger - most definitely was in danger -, all that really mattered was that he was with him. But after a moment, he moved his hand to the other’s shoulder, shaking it. “Gideon, I think something’s wrong.”

Gideon knew something was wrong the second he woke. His line of work had put him in some interesting situations, especially one’s where he was used to waking up to danger. He tried to piece the memories of last night back together when he realised -- this wasn’t work. He’d been with Evan. 

Panic instantly bubbled within his chest as he stirred, eyes flitting around the room until he noticed a figure walking towards him. One he was familiar with. A sigh of relief let his lips, as he blinked up at his husband, leaning into his touch slightly. “You’re okay,” He whispered breathlessly, before sitting up with a wince. “Something’s definitely wrong,” He murmured, looking at the other with wide eyes. “Who the hell would take us?” 

Evan honestly didn’t care if Gideon actually woke up or not; he just wanted him to calm down, chase that  dream away. When he saw it was working, he thought maybe it was time he fell back asleep as well. He’d just found a comfortable spot, face buried in the other’s neck, nearly fully lying on top of him, when Gid spoke. He took a moment before he said anything, his breathing adjusting to the other’s. “Don’t worry about it.” His voice was muffled by the fact he still had his face pressed against the other’s skin, but he didn’t want to move from there.

Still, he did after another long moment like this, slightly pushing himself up so he could look at his husband. “Are you gonna be okay?” He really just wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to until he knew the other was fine. Not that he knew how to help. “I can make tea, if you want. Or we can… talk?” Evan silently cursed at himself after the words came out. He really was terrible at this, but he was trying, wasn’t that enough? 

“I’m sorry,” Gideon whispered again, lips barely moving and his voice muffled against the other’s skin as he buried himself against the other. He wished he was over it, the constant fear, the memories still etched into his brain. He’d briefly thought about erasing them, but he didn’t trust the memory charm. 

“I don’t know,” He murmured, letting out a sigh. “It’s fine, I’ll get myself tea. You can go back to sleep, babe. I don’t want to bother you.” He murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to his husband’s lips before cautiously untangling himself from the other, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the other spoke. Something felt off, he wasn’t sure what exactly just yet but he was determined to find out what it was. “So you are avoiding me.” He pointed out after Emrys was done speaking. “I’m mostly concerned, I didn’t know you could survive that long without seeing me.” He added with a slight smirk after.

His eyebrows quickly raised when Emrys mentioned Cain; seems like he got his answer. “That’s why you were avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question, based on hos the other reacted, that was a fact. “Besides, that once. And we were drunk.” Well, he probably wouldn’t say no if he was drunk and the occasion came again, but he wasn’t craving for more.

Alastor gave his friend a slow now as he spoke, still not convinced this conversation was over, despite how badly Emrys clearly wanted it to be. “Well, I can’t say he’s wrong. As much as I dislike Rosier, his eyes are… quite pretty.” He teased, taking everything out of him not to make a face at the thought of Rosier. “You know, I haven’t seen Gideon in a while, maybe I’ll just wait for him too.” He added.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Emrys admitted with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. At the other’s comment, he scoffed, shaking his head. “I can survive just fine without you. I’ve been fine, it’s you that’s apparently been miserable,” He tried to retort jokingly, the humour falling flat.

That’s why you were avoiding me. Emrys pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, that’s why I was avoiding you. You slept with my brother. I don’t care, if you were drunk it still-” He cut himself off, eyes widening slightly as he almost slipped up. Almost let his feelings show. “Doesn’t matter.” 

“All of Rosier is pretty, Moody. Don’t kid yourself,” Emrys scoffed with a smirk. He liked Evan, even if Moody wasn’t all to fond. After all, he’d technically been the one to set him up with Gideon. Something he still took credit for. “Maybe Gideon doesn’t want to see you,” He retorted lamely, wishing the other would leave. He knew Moody would force a confession out of him sooner rather than later, but Emrys wasn’t entirely sure the other would like what he heard.

Wyatt’s eyes widened, teeth tugging on his lower lip as he looked at the other. “I-you-what?” He stammered, cheeks flushing bright red. He’d only met the other a handful of times, bumped into him on rare occasions that Evan had invited him over. Wyatt wasn’t stupid, he knew the familiar beginnings of a crush were starting to form. Not that he could help himself, the other was far too attractive for it to be deemed fair. 

Still, his last relationship didn’t exactly end well, and he was entirely sure he wasn’t the other’s type. That, and he barely knew the other. So, he had planned to avoid him until the crush went away. Except, Evan wasn’t entirely great at telling him when guests were round (he wasn’t entirely sure Evan always invited them, so much as they just showed up) and that lead to now. The boy uttering those words, and Wyatt flushed like a tomato. 

The question made Caden pause, swallowing as he let out a sigh. “I don’t know,” The lie fell from his lips. It was easier to lie, than admit what he wanted, wasn’t it? Easier than admitting out loud that he wanted more. Admitting his feelings was not something Caden was used to. 

However, after what had happened to Emrys --- Caden wasn’t entirely sure he could keep lying to himself, to Malcolm, anymore. “Oh screw it,” He muttered, before swallowing. “Malc, I like you. A lot. I thought --- I don’t know what I thought, but I can’t keep lying to myself. Not after-- Not after what happened.”

Hannah couldn’t think the day could get any better. Not only did she marry the love of her life, everyone seemed to be genuinely happy. Even her dad, which was something she never thought would happen. He hadn’t been the same since the war ended, and she’d been worried about him. But seeing him with his husband, she knew he’d be fine, and it’s what really mattered. 

She’d been so focused, looking at her dads being happy, that she hadn’t noticed the person approaching. The smile hadn’t left her lips from the moment she woke up that morning, and it didn’t either when she turned to look at who it was; if anything, it grew even bigger. “Hey,” she said softly, even if she knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her. A few years back, she didn’t even think she’d one find the courage to even just ask for a date, but here they were now. Her smile softened as she laced her arms around his neck, moving in to press a soft kiss on his lips.

Neville couldn’t believe it. He’d married the love of his life, the most amazing girl he’d ever met. Originally, the idea of her family had terrified him. Not only was it huge, but her father had been Evan Rosier -- but, Evan was a man that Neville had grown to respect, given how welcoming both he and Gid had been at accepting him into the family.

He’d just finished speaking to Harry when he spotted her, a smile crossing his lips as he made his way over to his wife. The smile only grew as he followed her gaze to her dads, before lightly tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. His eyes instantly fell to her lips, watching intently as they moved. His gaze flickered back up to meet hers, slowly signing hello. He didn’t sign as much, but knew Hannah knew a decent amount, and felt comfortable using it around her. He preferred it to trying to speak. Neville wrapped his arms around her, his smile only growing as his lips met hers.

Evan wasn’t sure what hit the ground first: his wand, or the now lifeless body of his uncle. He felt sick, so sick he didn’t feel any of the physical pain anymore. But this was different than when he ended Juliet’s mother; he didn’t feel as guilty as he did them, but whether he liked it or not, that man was family. And now he was dead. By his hand. One of the last few relatives he had.

Once the original shock passed, after a long moment, Evan broke his gaze from his uncle’s body. He felt lost, taking him a moment to remember where he was, why he was there. And when he did, he instantly tried look around for the other people he knew would still be around. He didn’t even bother picking up his wand before he walked away; it had already served too many times to end lives, and if it was only for him, he’d never use it again.

It didn’t take him very long until he found her, and the first thing he did was to collapse on the ground. Because he wasn’t relieved to see she was fine, but also because the adrenaline was slowly leaving and everything was starting to hurt. He didn’t want to move, even if he knew he’d have to sooner or later. But for now he just stayed there, only moving to turn his head in her direction. “Are you okay?”

She wasn’t surprised they came after her. After she found out the truth about what had happened with her mother, well, she figured it was only a matter of time they’d come for her and her uncles.  Jules was just glad Julian wasn’t with her. 

She knew one of her Uncles was in no condition to fight, and had quickly sent them to safety the second they’d been ambushed -- convinced she could fight the man alone. He’d managed to do a fairly decent amount of damage before she managed to lock herself upstairs, breathing heavily as her hand was pressed against a gash to her stomach. 

She wasn’t entirely sure how much time had passed when she heard a figure crash to the floor. There was another person in the house. Juliet dragged herself to her feet, fingers tightly gripping her wand as she went to investigate. 

On first glance, she panicked at the sight of Evan -- given what he’d done in the past. That was until she saw the body in the background, and --- everything clicked into place. Evan Rosier had just saved her life -- and then he was collapsing to the floor. 

“Evan!” She cried out, flinching in pain as she rushed to his side, body instantly roaming his body for injuries. “I’m -- well, I hurt like a bitch, honestly, but I’ll live. Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Wh- What happened? How are you here?” A million questions tumbled from her lips.

Evan wasn’t sure what possessed him to go to a pub; he didn’t even like drinking, and going there alone? He just looked desperate. But he’d felt… off, since telling Gideon they were just friends. It certainly wasn’t how he felt, but he didn’t want to allow himself to get close to someone again, only to see them die. So maybe he did feel like drinking when he got there, but he’d been sat in the same spot, sipping the same beer for the past two hours, and quite frankly, it was warm and tastes bad at this point.

He should go home. He should’ve gone home long ago. But the familiar shape of the very person he was trying to forget walking in stopped him from doing so. But what made it worse was when the other started flirting with other people. He wasn’t jealous. Or at least, he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t, but he couldn’t help staring. And every second of it made him feel worse.

He was almost glad when someone sat next to him, forcing him to break his gaze from the scene. Except, when he saw it was Emrys, he knew the situation wasn’t about to get better. He really wasn’t in the mood for that, but he knew Emrys wasn’t going to stop himself from poking at him. So he brought the glass to his lips, pulling a face at the terrible taste of the warm beer.

After yet another conversation that almost ended up in him punching Cain, Emrys thought a drink was well needed. He’d headed out with Gideon, the other mumbling a half arsed excuse that Emrys could spot far too easily, but he didn’t call the other out on it. Especially when the other made a beeline for a pretty blonde that waved him over the second he walked through the door.

A scoff left his lips, and Emrys rolled his eyes. “Cheers, Mate,” He retorted sarcastically, though there was no heat behind his tone as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of familiarity. That’s when he saw Evan. Evan who was.... - Emrys followed the other’s gaze, before a wide grin spread across his lips as she saw the other watching Gideon. 

He made a beeline for the other, slipping down into the seat next to him before flagging down the bartender for a drink. “Probably warm, given how long you’ve been staring at a certain someone,” He mused, wiggling his eyebrows. “You gonna just eye fuck him from a distance, or are you actually gonna go and talk to him?”

❤ - Our muses go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other

Amber lightly tapped her fingers on her near empty glass. As much as she would prefer to be at one, working on a painting, she also knew she probably should go out. Meeting new people… it really wasn’t so bad, was it? She had a few friends, but certainly, meeting new people could give her new possible customers as well. And she definitely needed that.

But a date… a date was different. More personal, and she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of it. But she wanted to trust her friend; if she thought it was a good idea, then Amber would do it. And she was starting to get lonely, so maybe it really wasn’t so much of a bad idea.

Except when she saw the other person arrive, she couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. “Abbott… sit down and have a drink, will you?” She asked, picking up an empty glass to fill it up for him. And if he didn’t want it, then she’d just drink it, she had no problem with that. In any case, maybe this night would actually turn out to be entertaining.

A blind date was the least of his worries, if he was honest. In fact, the last thing he wanted to do was be here, but his cousin had insisted. He was sure Finn meant well, as persistent as he was. Then again, he did take after Winnie, so it wasn’t a surprise.

He’d just come back from visiting his father in St. Mungo’s, the smell of cigarettes clinging to the shirt he’d thrown on. He wasn’t entirely fussed about making a great first impression. In all honesty, he was using it as an excuse to get drunk without worrying several of his family members. 

When he saw who it was, a smirk graced his lips. “Keen, this is an... interesting turn of events,” He drawled, “I certainly won’t turn down a drink, love, you should know that.” Kellan wiggled his eyebrows at the other, reaching for the glass. “So who did you piss off enough to be set up with me?”