#medicusculber

   Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was Tilly’s favourite place to be, the people were friendly and kind, the air was filled with magic (literally) and every where you looked people were happy and excited to be there. Of course this was school so by the middle of term all of that excitement had faded and people were hunched over their parchments and books trying to figure out if Professor Sprout had told them about what bowtruckles do or if it was another teacher who had mentioned how to use them in a potion - but for Tilly, her favourite place to be whilst all the chaos around her reigned was the fountain courtyard - simply because of one boy, a year above her, his soft brown locks loosely falling over his face as he pondered something and flicked his wand, shooting sparks out of it. A grin on Tillys face as she watched him, although she held a book in front of her to pretend that she was actually studying. There was something so very simple about him and yet he was so beautiful in his own right. She needed to stop this - or at least talk to him! But finding the time to talk to a Ravenclaw was something else - they were either in class or with a head in a book and she didn’t want to disrupt what he was doing - so she would admire from afar.     The evening soon closed in and so she had to head back to her common room - heading to the dungeons and tapping the pass code on the barrel quickly she made her way into the cosy Hufflepuff common room, throwing herself on one of the comfy sofas and letting out a huff. “Hugghh! What am I going to do?” she groaned, spying her friend across the common room.

This is the kiss he’s wanted. A real kiss, lips pressed against lips, bodies together. A kiss from Hugh. He lets himself get pulled closer, almost eagerly so. His hands settle on the man’s waist, and he kisses him for a long moment. There’s no reason to rush, and certainly no reason to make it end before it has to. And when he is finally made to pull away, (reluctantly, on his part) Paul raises a hand to rest against Hugh’s neck. He smiles. There isn’t a single thing that matters more to him in this moment than the man in front of him. “I love you, too.”

He pulls away with a lingering kiss, raising a hand to rest against Hugh’s neck. “This is...exactly how I’d like to spend my day, if I could.”

Matt closed his eyes and let out a sigh, pinching his nose bridge. Don’t break the temporal directive, Matt. Don’t need Abba yelling at you when you go back. “Matthew Hu---Justin Stamets. Yup. I’m a doctor. That’s about it,” he forced a smile, he was overly excited to be meeting Hugh for the first time and seeing his father in his prime but he knew that the worst could come from this. “I need to get home.”

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Even in sleep, he’s aware of the change, of the new and comforting warmth that settles itself beside him. He doesn’t like going to sleep while Hugh’s gone, but even he can’t out-work the night shift. But he knows he’ll be back, and that he’ll wake up in the morning with his doctor beside him. It’s better than waking up without him, though ideally he wouldn’t have to choose. But the medical shifts are odd, so if being with Hugh means going to sleep or waking up alone, then so be it. So long as, the rest of the times, he can find himself falling asleep or waking up in the arms of the man he loves.

Slowly, Paul sighed. He hadn’t expected a different answer, but he’d been hoping for one. Maybe it was hypocritical to worry about Hugh getting enough sleep, but he wanted him to take care of himself. He hated seeing him so tired. “I appreciate that,” he said, reaching out to set a hand against his cheek, “but you need to sleep, Hugh. You can’t do anything for anyone if you’re too tired.”

“I’m not trying to waste time, but, you know, you’re very distracting.“