#bittyshitty

now, bitty knows it’s probably his mama because who else would ring the doorbell? so he opens the door and yes, his mama is there, but next to her is Shitty in a sweater vest and tie, holding a pipe and wearing reading glasses he must have stolen from ransom. 

“son!” he shouts, arms open. “my boy, you’ve grown six inches since i saw you last! been eating your spinach, i see.” 

and mama’s laughing and going along with it, so bitty grins and lets shitty pull him into a hug. and the whole night Mr. Crappy is absolute gentleman, making small talk with the other parents and introducing himself as bitty’s Honorary Father. (”because i’m honored to be his dad for the evening, git it?”) 

Jack hated being in Gryffindor sometimes.

That was a lie; he loved his house. He loved the stillness in the red and gold of the common room at dawn, loved the crowd clad in those same colors cheering for his team on the pitch. Jack loved Lardo, his closest (and possibly only) friend in the tower. He loved that nobody, with the exception of a few muggle-born students, knew anything about his parents. Most days, he even loved his magic.

But Jack hated his roommates. The Marauders, they called themselves, always parading around and barely getting themselves out of trouble. Everyone else seemed to love their pranks, even the Slytherins at times, but not Jack.

“Bits, when was the last time someone gave you a good, old-fashioned cuddle?”

Bitty raised an eyebrow at Shitty, uncertain of where this was going. “Um, when I was child, probably. Why?”

Shitty shrugged, wandering further into Bitty’s room. “IDK, man, you just always seem so…guarded. And, like, mega tense. And it makes me sad, ‘cause you’re a ‘swawesome dude and you deserved to have the everloving fuck cuddled outta ya.”

“Oh.” Bitty shifted in his perch on his bed, setting his laptop down on the floor. It wasn’t like he was getting any work done, anyway. “It’s no big deal. And it’s not like I have boys lined up down the street vyin’ to cuddle me…”

“But you should,” Shitty said, flopping across the foot of Bitty’s bed belly-first. “Just c’mere and let me cuddle you, okay? You’ve been sad this week.”

And, yes, maybe Bitty had been struggling in checking practices worse than usual and, yes, maybe he was stressed about one of his classes, but he wouldn’t say he’d been sad. Still, the offer of a cuddle from a fully-clothed Shitty seemed too good to turn down. So few guys had ever asked to be this close to Bitty, and none had ever come into his room just wanting to snuggle. He sighed and nodded and let Shitty koala onto him, head tucked against neck.

“You smell wicked good,” Shitty said casually, throwing one leg over Bitty’s thighs. “And you’re so warm…gonna sleep here forever.”

“Okay, Shitty,” Bitty said, slowly reaching up to pet Shitty’s hair. Shitty leaned into the touch, so Bitty continued combing his fingers through the surprisingly clean and soft flow. “This is nice.”

“‘Course it is,” Shitty mumbled, eyes already closed. “B. Shitty Knight cuddles are legendary, bro.”

“I’m sure,” Bitty said, his own eyes growing heavy. With Shitty draped across him like a heavy, heated blanket, he was grounded and comfortable, all of the tension and anxiety seeping from his body. Maybe he’d been more stressed than he’d realized. Maybe he’d just rest his eyes for a few moments.