i knew you were trouble 

Lorcan

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[text to Lorcan]: I don’t think I can do this anymore. 

[text to Lorcan]: I know that it’s getting… serious. And I don’t do serious.

[text to Lorcan]: It was never serious for me. I’m sorry if I led you on.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[text to Lorcan]: Have you ever had sex in the library? Please say yes 

[text to Lorcan]: If not, I’m going to call you a dweeb 

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[text to Lorcan]: I can’t lose you. Please. 

[text to Lorcan]: If I told you the truth, if I told ANYONE the truth, it would be horrible 

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. . 

[text to Lorcan]: I got an A on that exam you helped me study for 

[text to Lorcan]: Want to come? Celebrate, that is?

[text to Lorcan]: Coming is implied. 

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[text to Lorcan (unsent)]: I was an idiot. Of course I’m in love with you. You’re the only person that has ever truly known me, what I did, and loved me for it. 

Octavia

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[text to Tavia]: Do you want to come hang out with Dom and I? You can even bring Cass ;) 

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[text to Tavia]: You are NEVER going to believe the place that Lor and I just fucked in. 

[text to Tavia]: I’m still reeling and I orgasmed like an hour ago. 

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text to Tavia]: I am aciallu a hortible petson

The first time that Lysander noticed it, was on their fifth birthday. 

The twins always had their birthday parties together, obviously, mostly because they shared the same friends. The Weasley and the Potter clans came together to celebrate the two of them, maybe with a few other people sprinkled in to make it less repetitive. 

Lys had been hiding away, tucked nicely in the corner of the bedroom that he shared with Lorcan, waiting for Dominique and her siblings to arrive. They were running late for reason that had been forgotten to him now, but he didn’t care much for everyone else. His brother was mingling, much like he always did, and laughing and playing with everyone that had already arrived. 

He had just shifted into a more comfortable position when his father came storming in, obviously looking for him. His father didn’t get mad often, his mother never at all, but he could tell that he was agitated by the way he looked around the room impatiently. When he spotted Lys, hiding away in the corner, the young boy cowered slightly. He was definitely mad. 

“Where have you been?” He asked, his voice low enough that the people at the party wouldn’t hear. He stepped forward, reaching down to grab his arm. “These people are here for you and your brother. You need to say entertain them.” 

In his five year old mind, he couldn’t understand why he had to do anything expect wait for Dominique, but he fought against his father’s grasp anyway, which only tightened on his arm more. 

“Why can’t you be more like your brother?” His father asked harshly, and that only made Lysander stop. Rolf Scamander tried to tug him onward, but the little boy would have nothing of it. Rolling his eyes, his father shook his head, muttering under his breath how he wished he had two Lorcans. Lysander didn’t say anything while he left the room, closing the door and leaving the noises of the party to be muted by the wood of it. 

Lysander shrunk back, and he tripped over a box of toys that had been left in the middle of the room. He curled up as he fought back tears, realizing for the first time that Lorcan was the one that they wanted, the one they loved more than him. Realizing that he was just the second best, despite his best efforts. 

He didn’t even get up when he heard Dominique apparate with her parents into the foyer. Didn’t even respond when he heard her call out his name. She was the only one that ever searched for him first when Lorcan was around. Lorcan would always be who everyone wanted.

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