#xdom

Late night:

[txt] Come to the astronomy tower[txt] I need to stargaze with someone

Rushed:

[txt] Call flaon now[txt] I need u to distreact her

Drunk:

[txt] u. Me. Chngin rooommss[txt] u up for it?

Suggestive:

♛: Reincarnated Soulmates who remember their past lives the first time they touch

People had been telling Rion all his life to pay attention to the first time you touched someone. And he did. He was on his guard for it. Too many people in his life had been struck down by the affliction called love for him to not be wary of it.

The stunning blonde had caught his eye from across the room and he wasted no time in going over to her, thinking of her as just another person’s bed to warm for a night. Smiles were traded and words shared. 

They both knew where this was headed.

He stretched a hand out to her face, the touch gentle enough to brush her hair back behind her ear. And in that one moment he knew. He knew her, Dom, and he knew himself now. Masses of memories flashed before his eyes, countless trysts and embraces, some forbidden, some condoned, different bodies, different fashions, different places but there was one thing that always stayed the same.

“For old times’ sake?” he offered.

As their lips met he couldn’t help but wonder which one of them would wake up to find the other missing this time.

send me a ϟ for a muggle au: our muses were students at hogwarts, but they suddenly find themselves in the muggle world with no magic

Waking up, Rion smiled a little to himself as he saw Dom’s silver-blonde hair spread out on the bed in front of him. Seeing her wake up and turn over to face him he said, “Good morning, Miss Weasley.”

“And to you, Mister Hannifan,” she replied with a half-smile. “Last night was fun.”

“Oh, that was fun,” he chuckled softly. “But I do think we should set a time for a follow-up experiment, just to ensure the reliability of our results.”

“That sounds like a remarkably good idea to me,” she laughed, swiping some hair behind her ear. “You mind passing me one of those oranges, love?” she gestured to the table across the room which had a bowl piled high with the fruit.

“Sure thing,” picking up his wand he tried to summon a pair over. When the charm failed, he blamed it on a lack of concentration on his part and got out of the bed, slipping on a pair of boxers. Crossing over to the table he picked two of them, throwing one of them over to her. “Catch.”

Peeling one of them she asked, “Seriously, what is it with you and these oranges?”

“I like oranges and these are the best you’ll have. Not much else to say,” he shrugged as he went to the window and opened the curtains. “The fuck?” he exclaimed, more to himself than anyone else.

“What’s the matter, love?” she asked,  concern running through her voice as she sat up slightly.

“I don’t recognise this skyline and earlier on my wand didn’t work. I thought it was something I did but now I’m thinking that there’s something else going on.”

“What? You had better not be messing with me, Hannifan,” she warned. Grabbing her own wand she found that was ineffective and so she got up to stand next to him. “Shit. Wherever we are it doesn’t look like it’s London.”

“Yeah, I guessed that we weren’t there but where the hell are we and what happened?”

“If I knew I’d have told you by now.”

His brow creased in concentration for a moment he walked over to his chest of drawers and got some clothes on. “Put some clothes on, Dom. We’re gonna figure this out.”

“Hardly so, Dominique, I’ve only just gotten up, this mistletoe is as much a surprise to me as you,” he smiled. “If anything, one might think that you wanted to kiss me, after all, this isn’t Andrew’s dorm and Isaac’s already headed off elsewhere.

“Still, now that you’re here,” he smirked as he brushed some of her hair behind an ear, “it would be a shame to let this moment go to waste.” Stepping forward, he placed his hands on her hips as he leaned down to kiss her, finally satisfied in reaching one of his goals.

send me ✿ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

who is more excited for halloween? - Both, dressing up, masks, mysteries, hidden identities, they both love all of these and are secret turn-ons

who gives the best gifts? - Dom, possibly, they both give pretty nice gifts but Dom’s just have that extra bit of special thoughtfulness

who sings along to the radio the loudest? - Both, as soon as a song they like comes on they’re immediately up singing and often drag the other up too

who actually finishes a book they’ve started? - Rion, Dom’s too busy moving from project to project to be able to finish a book

who falls asleep during a movie? - Dom, when they finally manage to sit down and watch a movie together it’s rare that she manages to make it all the way through to the end

who plans a surprise getaway vacation? - Both, when their work or projects just get too much the other often tells them to pack their bags as they’re heading off somewhere

who comes home with useless decorative knick knacks for the house every single day? - Dom, she’s like magpie when it comes to this kind of thing, if she finds something she likes she quickly picks it up and demands that it gets displayed somewhere

who takes more pictures? - Neither, Rion doesn’t really take that many pictures whilst Dom is much more a fan of painting

who likes baths? who likes showers? - Rion is much more of a shower person whilst Dom will have a bath if ever she can find the time but neither are averse to taking showers together

who keeps a weekly planner? - Neither, when it comes to planning things out they both tend it wing it more than anything else

who actually watches the discovery channel? - Neither, does anybody really have time for that anymore?

who brings up having kids first? - Dom, coming from such a large family she always wanted at least one child, just to make things seem more like a home

who fixes things around the house when they break? - Both, given the frequency that their amorous activities break things they’ve become quite skilled at repairing charms

who leaves their dirty towels on the floor? - Rion, he says he’ll start trying to pick them up tomorrow but never actually gets round to it

who makes the coffee in the morning? - Both, whoever’s up first/still up from last night because of their work just makes the strongest coffee possible to get them up

who gets jealous over very petty things? - Rion, with someone as beautiful as Dom it’s hard not to get jealous whenever he sees anyone talking with her, of course, it is occasionally revenge for him flirting with some random person

who exercises more? - Both, having played Quidditch together it’s only natural that they work out together, too

who starts listening to christmas music in october? - Neither, Rion isn’t a massive fan of Christmas music and Dom’s too caught up with Halloween, but as soon as 1st November comes around they start playing

☔: My muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain

Rion didn’t mind the rain, he didn’t like it but he didn’t dislike it. This evening in question he was sitting in the window seat in his room, watching the rain fall down the window pane and drinking his firewhiskey.

Thump! Thump! Thump! The door was knocked on three times, the sounds echoing through the entirety of the empty house. Rousing himself and setting off down the stairs, he wondered who it was at the door. Whoever it was thought he was taking too long to get there as they kept on banging on the door, the consistent sound quickly irritating him.

Throwing the door open he was shocked to find Dom there, her hair a mess, makeup running down her face and her eyes red and puffy. “Come in,” he said simply, moving out of the doorway and closing the door behind her. “The bathroom’s up two flights take the left landing and it’s the third door on the right. If you want some dry clothes they’re in the room opposite. They might not fit but you can take what you want.” Silently, except for a few sniffs which Rion pretended was just a cold coming along, she went up to warm up and dry off.

She came down a while later wearing an oversized shirt and some loose tracksuit trousers, somehow managing to make that look good. He held the firewhiskey out to her and she took it, drinking hungrily before placing it on the table. They stayed up late that night, talking about anything and everything, everything except why she turned up that night. There were some things that were just off limits.

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse - 20) Love kiss

They’d stayed on the pitch under the guise of ‘extra practice’, something Rion was sure Terra could see through but didn’t care about. Sitting underneath the stands with nothing but the stars to keep them company it didn’t take long for Rion to bring out the firewhiskey and even less time for the flirting to begin, easily slipping into the roles that they’d started along time ago.

Looking over at Dom he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Leaning in, he kissed her, not caring about the smell of alcohol on her breath, knowing his smelt worse. All that mattered was the moment and the emotions they were feeling.