spark your fire

Lysander nodded at the mention of things being rough when he got back. He was practically abandoning his family to be with Tristan and try to do something good and worthwhile in his life and he knew it was going to be hard and awful. And who knew what he’d actually have to do to prove he was loyal to the Death Eaters. But thinking about any of that, especially while on Euphoria, was a terrible idea.  “Still. I don’t want to be away from you for that long,” he said before following his boyfriend out to the dance floor. He knew people were staring but as long as Tristan didn’t mind, Lysander couldn’t be bothered to care. His body moved with Tristan’s as they danced and he moaned softly at the bite to his skin, practically turning to putty in Tristan’s arms. “I’m boring too - I just hide it with glitter,” he tried to joke, though his voice came out breathy as he pressed closer to Tristan. 

"I’ll be right here waiting when you get back. I promise I won’t feel abandoned.” He smiled as a hand rested against Lysander’s bicep. When he returned, their plan would have to go into full force. He couldn’t see his family, Tristan would probably have to formally introduce Lysander to Marcus in an attempt to get his dad on board to believing the two of them were dedicated to the Death Eater’s cause, and who knew what else they might have to do. It wasn’t going to be easy but no matter what, the two had each other. “Bullshit.” He smirked, teeth still nipping at the skin playfully. “No one’s intrigued me like you, Lysander.” His whole body felt warm and tingly from the euphoria and all he wanted to do was show his boyfriend off and maybe have a bit of fun while they did so in the crowded bar. One hand moved down his front, barely grazing over his crotch before he pressed some slight pressure against it. “You know, I’ve always sort of wanted people to watch us.” He whispered, still loud enough so only his boyfriend could hear as they kept moving against one another. They’d never been officially together where they could be in public. It was the first time he could let that side of him out and with the euphoria and alcohol giving him confidence, why the hell not?

Lysander was going to do his best to not stray from Tristan. But he knew how he was, just like Tristan knew how he was, and having that freedom while he was away with Lorcan was such a relief. Of course, Lorcan was in a relationship too so maybe nothing would happen at all. Hopefully nothing would. But it could, and Tristan wasn’t judging or threatening to break up with him for it and Lysander was pretty sure he fell a little more in love with Tristan in that moment. “I won’t. I’ll be back in a week - two, tops,” he promised. “And if you….whatever happens while I’m gone….it’s okay,” he said wanting Tristan to know that he had a little freedom too. Lysander hated it and he didn’t want to hear anything about it, but it seemed only fair to return the favor. He grinned as Tristan helped him up and lead him to the dance floor and his arms instantly wrapped around the other’s neck as their bodies moved perfectly against each others. “I know I said I was sorry for interrupting your time with your coworkers earlier but…I’m not actually that sorry.”

Tristan’s head merely nodded at Lysander’s words. There was no one else he was going to think about. Honestly, the only person he could’ve possibly considered with Cain, but it wasn’t worth the time and effort to find a way to get with him and it wasn’t like he and James were just going to up and sleep together. “As long as you need to, babe. You know when you get back it’s going to be rough.” He just wanted his boyfriend to go and enjoy himself no matter what. As they moved onto the floor, he could feel eyes on them, but he didn’t give a single fuck. If anything, it almost encouraged him to put on a show of sorts. “You shouldn’t be. They’re all boring compared to you, anyway.” He muttered as his lips pressed against the skin below Lysander’s ear, biting the tender skin lightly before he ran his tongue over the area.

Lysander cupped both sides of Tristan’s face and pulled him in for a firm kiss when he said he knew what he meant. And what he was saying was amazing and selfless and might not even happen but the fact that Tristan understood if it did was beautiful. “Thank you,” he said softly. He was committed to Tristan, but lines were always blurred when it came to Lorcan. And this was their last chance to just be together and knowing that if something happened, it wouldn’t cost him his relationship, was everything. He wasn’t planning on anything happening, but not stressing about it was a weight off of his back. “I’m still going to send you owls and pictures and I’ll be counting down the days until I’m back and get to see you,” he promised easily. “We never would have put the Scamander name on shite product,” he said with a laugh. His breath hitched as Tristan’s hand moved to his thigh and he nodded at the instructions. He finished his drink easily before setting the empty glass down on the bar and wrapping both arms around Tristan’s neck. “I love you,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the other’s forehead, smiling at the lipstick he left behind. 

He returned the kiss with ease, but he knew what he was doing wasn’t something most would be willing to give up. Again, didn’t Lysander’s happiness mean a bit more than his? Also, at least he knew the person if anything did happen and he could sleep a bit easier knowing it wasn’t just some random person he was giving him that sort of freedom to do things with. “Of course.” He replied with a shy smile. Tristan nodded and gave his boyfriend a look of pure happiness. “I’m going to be waiting on you, so you better not keep me waiting too long.” He teased. He was used to the trips by now. Usually he’d find something else to keep his mind off of things and maybe training James would be that escape this time around. He finished off his own drink and rolled his eyes as he could feel the lipstick stain his skin. “I love you, too. Now come on.” He smiled before he helped Lysander off his lap and onto the ground safely before sliding down and intertwining their fingers. He lead them to the dance floor and wasted little time before wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close to him as their bodies found the beat of the music.

Lysander knew it sucked that he kept disappearing for weeks at a time, but he wasn’t going to put his plans off with his brother for anyone. And with everything coming up, he knew it was important to spend the time with Lorcan while he could. “I’m still going to owl,” he said, knowing he couldn’t go that long without at least talking to Tristan. “But when you say focus on him…..” he trailed off, unsure if he meant in a brotherly way or if more was allowed. Which was stupid, he was in a relationship. “Nevermind. We’ll have a great time and I’ll update you as often as I can, promise,” he said with a quick smile. He let out a soft groan when Tristan teasingly brushed his fingers against him under his skirt, hips pressing forward slightly in search of more friction. But Tristan’s hand was gone too soon and he gave another pout. “Only boyfriend,” be confirmed as he watched Tristan pour the potion into his drink. “We didn’t make a small fortune from having shitty potions,” he laughed at Tristan’s comment. He brought a hand up to Tristan’s face, cupping his cheek as he gently ran his thumb over his lower lip. “You’re beautiful,” he commented airily. 

Tristan gave him an understanding look for a moment before he let his eyes drop down to his drink. “You know what I mean, Ly.” He said quietly. It was the last time the twins were going to see each other for Merlin knew how long. If something happened, he couldn’t be upset. It was a complicated situation and all he wanted was for the twins to enjoy themselves. It could be the last time that they could be happy without a care in the world. Plus, he could just keep himself busy with work and if he had any doubts, at least James could understand where he was coming from. He felt the other’s hips move to try and find more of a touch, but he’d make things up to him throughout the night. He chuckled as he took a couple more sips, finishing a good amount of his drink off as he tried to just get as much potion in his system as possible. “Oi, you could’ve cheated people out of their money.” He teased. His face leaned into the touch, the tingling sensation overtook him and he could only think he wanted more. “You’re one to talk,” he replied as his hand slid down to rest on the upper part of his thigh. “Finish that drink, I want to show you off.” He whispered, eyes flickering down to Lysander’s lips.

“Clearly I need to praise your feet way more often,” he said, going along easily with the joke. He felt happy and light for the first time in too long and he wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as he could. “I will gladly tell Miss Eliza Flint that she should suck it up,” Lysander laughed, knowing full well he’d never. Not many people were off limits, but Tristan’s sister felt like she should be. Just like now, James was. Lysander gave the guys a slightly nervous smile before turning back to Tristan, someone he knew wouldn’t judge him and how he looked. “Speaking of. I think Lor and I are heading out next week. Bali, this time. I think it’s his not so subtle way of telling me he didn’t like the cold of Nepal,” Lysander said with a small laugh. “But I figure this’ll probably be it for me and him for a while,” he said, knowing that he and Tristan had to start getting serious with the Death Eaters if the plan was going to work. Lysander practically melted into the deepened kiss and pouted slightly when it broke. At the mention of an extra vial, he took one of Tristan’s hands and brought it down under the material of his skirt where he had an extra vial tucked into the waistband. “Anything for my favorite boyfriend,” he teased as he stole one more kiss before grabbing his new drink to take a sip out of. 

The mention of Lysander leaving again caused a small frown to replace the smile he had had. He hated seeing him leave, even if it was only for a couple of weeks at a time. Tristan had gotten rather spoiled at Hogwarts. It meant he knew exactly where Lysander was at all times, with the exception of any breaks or holidays. “Have fun, alright? Like you said...it could be the last time for a while. Focus on him, okay? I don’t need an owl while you’re gone. I’ll hear about it when you’re back.” He knew things could happen, even if he didn’t want to think about it. The brothers should enjoy that time without worrying about anyone else. It was hard enough to be away from Eliza right now and he could only imagine how much harder it’d be for the twins. “Don’t act like that’s the last kiss you’re going to have tonight, Scamander.” Tristan smirked before quickly capturing his lips one last time. He let out a small moan as his boyfriend lead his hand under his skirt, unable to resist his fingers from reaching down and teasingly brushing against him as he found the vial. “Only boyfriend.” He corrected as his hand slid back out and he poured the potion into his drink, bringing it up for a few large sips immediately after. As the warmth rushed through his body, he let out a satisfied sigh. “I forgot how good your stuff was.”

“Oh, of course they are. Didn’t I ever tell you about my massive foot fetish?” he asked as he wiggled his brows suggestively before laughing, clearly joking. Lysander rolled his eyes at the idea of shoes being a pain. “Sometimes pain is beauty. They can get over it,” he said. It wasn’t like heels were the most comfortable thing in the world, but they were weirdly empowering and that made up for any minor discomfort. Besides, Quidditch injuries hurt worse than high heels did.  He glanced over at Tristan’s friends who had seemed to find conversation amongst themselves, and suddenly felt slightly guilty for tearing Tristan away from them. “I’m sorry I interrupted. I can, you know, be quiet and try to not pull attention for a bit if you want,” he offered. When Tristan agreed to another drink, Lysander waved the bartender over and ordered them both another round before pulling some money out of his skirt to pay for it. “One more and then dancing. Got it,” he grinned, smiling at Tristan happily before leaning in to capture Tristan’s lips in a quick and glittery kiss. 

“How could I have possibly forgotten about that?” Tristan laughed as the triangles on Lysander’s face wiggled suggestively. He loved this feeling, not the tipsiness from the alcohol, but being with Lysander without a care in the world. It was probably the most simple time they would have in the coming months and if he could embrace it now, he was going to. “I’ll let you tell my sister that.” He chuckled, knowing Eliza constantly would complain after some of the Pureblood events they’d have to go to. He felt bad, but it wasn’t like girls had to wear heels. As he listened to him apologize to his friends, he placed several soft kisses along the back of his neck. Personally he didn’t care, but the guys just smiled and told him it was fine. “I talk to them all day. They know you’re usually off traveling.” He was one of those idiotic people who gushed about the person they were seeing at any chance they could. It was probably annoying, but he was still in that honeymoon phase of it all. His free hand rested on his cheek to deepen the kiss momentarily, not quite ready to let him go yet. Once he was, he used the back of his hand to wipe off the excess glitter before bringing his glass to his lips. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra vial on you, would you?” He asked curiously. Hell, if Lysander was high, why shouldn’t he join him? It’d make dancing much more enjoyable after all.

“I’m going to kindly remind you that Lysander has never been on his own. Sure, he’s not the most popular kid, but he has plenty of people looking out for him. It’s not like I’m the only one there. I’m always there for him because that’s what you do when you love someone. I’m maybe one of the few people he can trust and turn to, but that doesn’t mean anything besides we have that sort of connection. He’s strong enough on his own. So, fuck you for think I’m pathetic for caring about someone.”

“You’re pretty good with a lot of your parts,” he teased before moaning gently at the feeling of Tristan’s warm fingers pressed against his skin. Bless Euphoria potions. Lysander constantly felt bad for all the shit he put Tristan through, especially when it came to Quidditch, but he knew he had the rest of his life to try to make it up to him and show him the same sort of loyalty that Tristan had always showed to him. He just hoped he didn’t end up failing. “Agreed. These heels work miracles. I’ll never understand why girls complain about them so much,” he shrugged. He hummed happily at the warm kiss against his neck, pulling himself a little closer to Tristan. “I’m sorry, honey. That sounds…shitty. If you want another drink I can grab the next round,” he offered, finishing off his first one before setting the empty glass down on the bar. 

“Are you saying my feet aren’t your favorite body part of mine? Lysander, I’m offended.” He joked as his smirk grew at the soft moan of his boyfriend. The mere touch getting that sort of reaction made it obvious to him at least Euphoria was in his system and he’d be sure to make the most of that knowledge through the night. Tristan was determined to make sure he had a good time and anything he could do make that happen, he’d do it. “Because they think they’re the biggest pain to deal with. Leave it to you to out do them.” He chuckled as he kept his arms around him tightly. He’d almost completely forgotten about his friends from work, but he figured they wouldn’t blame him for wanting to enjoy the time with his boyfriend. “Don’t apologize, Ly. It’s nothing you can do to help. But thank you for listening.” He needed to vent sometimes and James wasn’t exactly someone he could do that with since he was basically his job. “That sounds wonderful.” He said as he followed his lead and downed the rest of his drink. “One more and then we can dance, okay?” He promised, wanting to get Lysander out on the dance floor.

“Please explain to me how you think he’s using me now? I’ve never done anything with him I haven’t wanted to do. I never cared if I was the ‘other man’. I now have him for myself and that’s what I care about.”

Lysander, on a good day, was an artist. He’d always worn nail polish, had dabbled in eyeliner for too long, and the day he was bored and decided to do a full face of makeup had completely transformed him. Dressing in drag made him feel free in a way that most things didn’t, but he knew that not everyone understood it or was comfortable with it. It had always warmed his heart that Tristan had barely batted an eye at the transformation, always so supporting and loving. “I think I’ll at least try,” he said with a laugh when Tristan asked if he could keep up with him dancing wise. “And if I can’t, we’ll just blame the heels,” he laughed. He took a long sip from the drink the bartender set down for him as he listened to his boyfriend talk about his day. “Aren’t people tired of reading about sad things yet?” he asked honestly. 

“No one can blame you. I’m pretty good on my feet.” He teased him as his hand slid right under the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt so he could just feel some of the soft skin. Tristan never thought to question Lysander in the whole time they’d known each other. He didn’t question him when he didn’t seem to bat an eye at the thought of cheating on his current boyfriend with him. He didn’t question when pushed him to the side for Carrow or off the Quidditch team. Why would he question him for wanting to put on some makeup? “Aw, but the heels are the best part, babe. They make your arse look amazing.” He said before he pressed his face against Lysander’s neck and kissed his skin playfully. He sighed at the question, wishing he could just write about the sport, but until the season really heated up, that wasn’t going to happen. “You’d think. Apparently it’s still making headlines and until the season starts, they need something to write about.”

Lysander hadn’t been feeling good lately. In fact, he was worried that the potions he was on weren’t enough anymore, not with everything that he was suddenly facing. But booze and euphoria helped and he knew it was a slippery slope but he just wanted to feel completely happy for one night. And then he’d talk to the Healers and try to get back on track. But his own remedy had worked for years, why couldn’t it work for a night? Lysander kissed Tristan back happily, glad that he didn’t seem to mind his boyfriend being dressed up in front of his coworkers. “Gin and tonic, please. Double,” he said to the bartender before smiling back down at his boyfriend. “I felt good,” he answered, as if that was enough. There was the unspoken part about Death Eaters probably not approving of drag that hung between them but Lysander knew he didn’t need to voice that. “After my drink, we should dance,” he said, already having made up his mind. “Until then,” he said, not hesitating before sliding easily into Tristan’s lap, one arm wrapped around his neck, “you should tell me how work was.”

He worried about his boyfriend’s well-being constantly after everything he’d been through. Tristan was also more than aware of how stressful the idea of spying on the Death Eaters and separating himself from Lorcan must be for Lysander. But if he could make him happy, embrace the good times, he would do that with no questions asked. If his friends didn’t understand or approve of the drag, then they could honestly go fuck themselves. It was a form of self-expression and in his mind, everyone should embrace it. “That’s good.” He said honestly. It was a part of Lysander he might have to give up during their spying, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do it when it was just the two of them. At least there was still an option. “Dancing? You sure you can keep up with me, Scamander?” He teased. His mother thought dance classes would be a good thing for Tristan growing up. As much as he hated doing it in public and being somewhat mocked, it was something that made him happy. He made sure he had a proper hold of Lysander as he moved into his lap before speaking. “It was just a long day. They have all the interns running around to different teams to see if they can find a scoop on how Wood’s death is effecting the Quidditch community. Not exactly the happiest of subjects to write on.” He sighed before his free hand brought his third drink of the night up to his lips.

Lysander had found out from a few of Tristan’s fellow interns that he’d gone out for a drink after work and Lysander had wasted no time in hunting him down. He was a little drunk, a lot high, and feeling better than his usual potions had had him feeling lately and he was dressed appropriately. It had been a long time since he’d dressed in drag and since he had a feeling it wouldn’t be happening much in the future, he was trying to get it all out of his system. As he entered the dark and noisy bar with pulsing music, he spotted his boyfriend sitting with a few other people and walked over, sliding his arms around Tristan’s waist easily before pressing a soft and glittery kiss to his neck. “Hey there, handsome. Buy me a drink?” he asked with a cheeky grin. 

@tristan-flint

Work normally didn’t stress Tristan out due to the subject matter he wrote about, but given everything else going on in his life, a drink sounded wonderful. When three of his mates suggested they go out, he didn’t waste a moment agreeing to leave with them. He’d been a couple drinks in, riding on a nice buzz when he felt the arm slide around his waist, causing him to jump slightly. As he suddenly realized it was his boyfriend in drag, his smile grew into a large, tipsy one. “Mmm. It’d be my pleasure.” He said before quickly stealing a kiss, not caring what lipstick would get on him. He waved the bartender over as his other arm wrapped around Lysander’s middle. “Whatever he wants.” He gave his side a small squeeze before looking up at him. “To what occasion do we owe the drag?” He asked curiously. He’d missed seeing Lysander happy and more like himself. Drag seemed to do that for him and if it made him happy, then why would Tristan not approve of it. Some people would probably think it was bizarre, but he just loved it.

“It won’t help him, I can still kick his arse.” While a part of Mitchell was joking, the majority of him wasn’t. He was a damn good quidditch player, and that was shown every time he stepped out on the pitch to play. It’s why he was on one of the best, if not the best, team in the league. All humor left his body though, his face falling completely, when Tristan mentioned his uncle. It was a touchy subject. Of course Mitch was close with his father, but his uncle was the one who helped him realize his love for the game. He remembered the way his Uncle Oliver acted as if it was the end of the world when Mitchell chose to join the Magpies over Puddlemere, but in the end supported his nephew endlessly. It was hard to think about how he’d never see his uncle in the stands at another game. It was all just hard. “Yeah, thanks. I appreciate that.” He said honestly, crossing his arms. “So uh, what are your questions? Better to jump into it, right?”

“You’re on a roll today, aren’t you, Mitch?” Tristan laughed. He always loved guys with confidence. Maybe it was why he was attracted to people like Lysander, James, and Mitchell. They carried themselves in such a manor that made them almost irresistible. He could tell the whole situation was rough and he felt guilty for having to ask, but it was work and like he said, better him than a stranger. “No worries.” He said as he pulled out his small notepad and pen. “Okay, so, I guess first thing, have you felt a difference around the players in the league? Relationship aside, just overall?”