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he acts immediately, slamming his books shut and making to stand up (because pride be damned, if lucas won’t leave, then he will)– but the little piece of paper catches his eye. a scowl appears on his face as he’s halfway standing, and he was in the mind to up and leave but he hesitates. before he could regret it, he sits back down and swiftly scrawls on the sheet of paper, each stroke controlled and mechanical. his expression is schooled into its normal blank state as he pushes it back over impatiently.

“what do you want?”

His heart was beating fast as he read Xander’s response. Lucas was never one to think first, he preferred to act, his heart was in complete control. Staring at the paper, he tapped his quill against the hard desk- a bad habit he’d never corrected. Scribbling away, he wrote and re-wrote what he wished to say to the other boy before getting frustrated. He was never one for writing, or for lots of words. He liked things short and sweet, he preferred to convey his feelings by speaking them. Finally, he tried one last time, taking a new piece of paper but as he wrote, it just didn’t feel right to him. Then came the whispers, he knew that he and Xander’s break up had been talked about by others. To all outsiders it seemed like one day they just weren’t friends. They’d never been public, about anything really, so he knew it was strange to others that one day they just simply didn’t acknowledge each other anymore.

“Why are they sitting next to each other?” Someone whispered from behind him. He knew it was a bad idea from the moment it entered his head but, his body reacted better to his heart than his brain. In a flash he had his hand around Xander’s wrist and he was dragging him to a quieter corner of the library to talk.

Was this a good idea? No. But for once in his life, Lucas craved silence. Once he’d found a corner that suited his needs he turned around to face the other. He held onto his hand, a slight smile because of their contact.

His voice was low, soft almost, as he spoke for the first time. His eyes looking at Xander head on, hoping to properly communicate his sincerity.

“I want to apologize. For everything, I was a shit friend to you. I should have treated you better…” He paused, trying to collect his thoughts, bearing his heart was a stressful thing to do. He wanted to make sure he said everything he had to say, because this was probably the last time he’d see the other and have this chance. “I should’ve treated you better.”

❝Regrets❞ — Xander

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7: Romantic Kiss

Dark, the corridors were pitch black, not a single lamp waslit. There was sound, but it was faint and far away. If you listened realclose, you could make out the light chattering coming from three halls down.There was a party going on but it was of no concern to the two students, theywere in a world of their own. Neither had made plans to go to the partyhappening tonight, for once Lucas had his mind set on something else. Someoneelse, a tall boy from another house with a smile so captivating there was scarcelyanything else occupying Lucas’ mind that day. He wasn’t sure why there was aparty, it wasn’t really of any concern to him. He was more focused on the boyin front of him. They were drawn tightly together, foreheads connected, lipsjust barely grazing one another. Cliché as it was, time stood still for the twolovers. With fingers entwined, Lucas looked at the other like his eyes held themoon, the stars and the sun.

Soon, the dark cove they had found became uncomfortable andthey had grown tired of just looking. Hands still laced, the pair quietly madetheir way to a more secluded but cozy spot. The soft timbre of Gray’s laugh wasLucas’ addiction, if there was a sweeter sound he didn’t want to know. In hismind, nothing could compare to pleasing tone emitting from his boyfriend when hesaw where they were heading.

“I’ve never really thought of the Divinations classroom as aprime make out spot”

The look in his eyes, the glint of amusement with a subtlehint of excitement only made Lucas itch for more. Luckily, the professor alwayshad a pile of pillows available. Buried deep inside the cushions he finallyallowed himself to indulge in the boy underneath him.

Lucas wanted this moment to last forever.  

Their noses bumped, despite all the experience he had,everything still felt so new, kissing Gray was a completely differentsensation. He took his time, with one of hands cupping the other’s cheek, helanguidly urges their lips together. At some point the other becomes needy, andhe respond in kind. Demanding pecks grace his jaw, as Lucas’ grip on the otherbecomes tighter.

With only the two of the in the expansive room, the onlylight filtering from the outside moonlight, the only noise coming from oneanother,

This was going to be a night neither would forget.

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4: Forehead Kiss (Xander)

The Gryffindor dorm was controlled chaos. Every bed except one was pristine, neatly folded, every corner tucked into place and every pillow fluffed. The middle bed was in a complete state of disarray, a pillow was missing, the sheets were rumpled and the area surrounding the bed was littered with books, candy wrappers, chocolate frog cards and empty bottles of butterbeer. Xander might have complained about the state of things if he hadn’t had a rather large Gryffindor male swathed around him completely. Lucas had him in his lap, arms holding him tightly, face buried in the crook of Xander’s neck. It had only been a few hours and yet the two boys had made a mess of things, Lucas had made a mess of things. Still, it was the rare days like this, where Lucas could convince his dorm-mates to leave early so he could sneak the other in, that he treasured.

It was moments like these where he let his façade slip, he allowed his vulnerability to show. It was moments like these where he tricked the other into thinking that he liked him back. With his tender touches and gentle voice. He did whatever Xander wanted to do, just because. He never made any advances towards the other, that's not what these days were for. They were for childish bickering, “lets read this book- I want to know what happens”. They were for noticing minute details in one another, “you have a beauty mark on the inside of your left thumb”. They were for doing nothing at all, just spending time with someone you cared for, and Lucas cared for Xander, he just didn’t love him. Bathed in the velvety glow of a wintery afternoon, they could spend eternity like that. With Lucas reading over Xander’s shoulder, asking a question every once and a while.

Truthfully, Lucas was content with this, content with Xander. But these moments are fleeting, they aren’t meant to last forever. Stomachs growling with the need for some real food, and the wintery light from outside was starting to fade. Lucas knew at some point someone would start to ask questions, wonder where either of them was. He couldn’t take that risk. They had to make an appearance at dinner or it would be too obvious.

Despite the discontent vocalized by the shorter, Lucas pulled him out of his bed and into the cold air of the room. He was still attentive, making sure the other was properly dressed (he didn’t want someone thinking the wrong thing, should they happen upon the Huffelpuff boy coming out of Gryffindor’s dormitory). He made sure he had all his books (he didn’t want one of his dorm-mates finding a stray book and asking questions). He made sure to see the boy out, placing a quick kiss to his forehead, before watching him leave (he wanted to make sure no one saw the two of them together).

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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As soon as he had turn away from Gray, Lucas regretted his actions deeply. Despite what he told himself, he wished nothing more than to lavish in the attention of the other. Instead he spent the entire class staring at Gray. Luckily for him, Flitwick was mostly going over the basics of what they would be taught that year and encouraging the students on taking their NEWTs. There was a brief moment when Gray caught him staring and he quickly turned his head. He felt most guilty at that moment, he knew the other was distraught by how he was acting and puzzled. He had no idea how to act, he was torn in two. A part of him wanting to spend every waking moment with the Huffelpuff across from him. The other part scared, afraid, tormented. They weren’t how happy endings worked. Boys don't fall in love with other boys and live happily ever after with a white picket fence and two and a half kids. That wasn’t what society had taught him, that wasn’t what he’d learned.

Truthfully, he liked girls. He found them easy to talk to, easy to get along with, they were never short on laughter or advice. He liked their long hair, he was enchanted by every one of his formal partners. He was entranced by how strong they were; how smart they were- knowledgeable in things he couldn’t even comprehend. Yet when his head hit his pillow at the end of a long day, it wasn’t them that he dreamed of. He dreamt of a boy who was lanky, a little awkward, a little too skinny but who’s smile made Lucas’ chest burst into a thousand tiny pieces of confetti, each heart shaped. It was Gray who he imagined sharing a life with, even at eighteen when he had no idea what his life was going to be like the next day. Whenever he imagined the cute house at the end of the block, with the white picket fence and two and a half kids, it was always Gray who came to his mind first. It felt so right, but it also felt wrong. Like he would be disappointing his parents, like he would be denying them something. Still when he glanced at him, he couldn’t help but feel like it was the rightest thing in the world.

He was left in this vortex of thoughts as the day progressed, at lunch he barely touched any of his food. His friends, thoroughly freaked out all but dragging him to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey gave him a quick look over, tutting at him before telling him to rest during the next period. As soon as his friends left she gave him a knowing look.

“I’ve never seen a more love-struck fool in all my years”

❝Summer Love❞ — Gray

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⤷ Somewhere in the U.K., Summer 2017.

Hazy summer night, EDM beats dripping from his ears,whenever he opened his eyes the whole world was a blur. Everything was neoncolored but faded around the edges, not a single room in the house was litproperly. With beer flowing, bass booming, laughter almost nonstop- It was aproper summer party. The kind of party you where you drink too much and end upin bed with someone who’s name you don’t even know.

This was where Lucas thrived.

He weaved in and out of groups; greeting his friends, stoppingto chat to new people, grabbing some drinks for a few girls who couldn’t muscletheir way into the kitchen. He paused for a moment, sitting on the arm of acouch, to listen to his buddy tell him about his trip to South Africa. He wasthree drinks in and surrounded by others when he first noticed him. Nervous;the other boy wasn’t in his element like Lucas was, the other could tell immediatelywith how he kept glancing around to make sure the friend he was with was alwayswithin arm’s length. Lucas kept an eye on the boy, who seemed glued to a cornerof the house. He knew who he was, vaguely. He’d never paid him much attention,but he knew that he was quiet, he kept to himself a lot, he was a Huffelpuff.Lucas wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system, or the fact that hislast relationship had ended over a month ago, but he was suddenly reminded thathe was halfway into the summer without anyone to lose himself in. Maybe it wasthe quickening pace of the music making his heart skip off beat, or maybe itwas the quiet boy, cornered, in a party he clearly wasn’t too keen onattending.

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It was a summer’s night that Gray engrossed himself in the attention of another. It never came to a thought that he would attract such attention from a fellow Hogwarts student. Choi Lucas, a Gryffindor. The Hufflepuff boy has always felt inferior to everyone else, him being humble and modest. But, it seemed as so, Lucas made him feel like he was the only man in the world important to him. A walk or two towards him during a summer party, Gray was greeted with a friendly smile. He remembers the first impression of Lucas, he was cute that night. Wearing the most casual yet stylish clothes appropriate for a party. It wasn’t long until Lucas invites him for another day. A day to go bowling and Gray couldn’t turn down such a marvelous offer, making a new friend. But what he gained out of his days with Lucas was more than just friendship. There was definitely strings attached. And to deny that, was definitely a lie.

It’s a normal morning where the first class approaches. After a gluttonous breakfast in the Great Hall and escorting his friends to their classes, Gray waltzed into his first class with his belongings in his arms. A mass of Gryffindors blocked his way, he huffs gently, knowing that that his voice would fall upon deaf ears. He carefully and politely pushes through, only to have his belongings knocked out of his arms. Immediately, he kneeled to grab his things, but glanced up to find Lucas almost getting up. Their eyes meet and Gray couldn’t help but to stare into the very pair of eyes that he had grown affectionate for.

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❝Regrets❞ — Xander

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Something had been nagging at Lucas, a sensation that was twisting him from the inside. With every new day he could feel the weight grow heavier and heavier, the pain more unbearable than the previous day. Gray had asked him what was the matter, he was extremely observant to the subtle changes in Lucas’ behavior. There wasn’t much Lucas could say in response. The truth might hurt the one he loved most. His response was to kiss his boyfriend on the top of his head before excusing himself, saying it was late. He knew he was confusing the other but it was for the best. The less Gray knew, the better. For a Gryffindor he was quite cowardly, this thought sat bitterly in the back of Lucas’ throat for the rest of the night. As he lay awake, mind too busy to sleep, he came to the conclusion that the only thing he could do was confess. To try and make things right.

Now that he was here, he wasn’t sure what his plan was. He was standing in front of the library, staring at the boy. It was in that moment that, as he looked upon him, all the memories of the two together came flooding back in. He swallowed hard, forcing the bitterness back down. With every step forward that he took, a new memory, a new regret.

They had started out as friends, since day one there was something in the boy that drew Lucas in. He couldn’t help but want to stick by his side. Before they knew it, they were inseparable. Then came the glances, the slight touches, the blushing.

He knew it was wrong, to take advantage of one of your best friends, but he couldn’t help it. Every time Xander glanced at him, something disturbing stirred in Lucas. It was a feeling that tugged at him until the only thing Lucas could do was act on his own impulses.

The first time they kissed it wasn’t pretty, there was nothing cute about the way Lucas forcibly pressed their mouths together. There was nothing nice with how he left the other dazed, with his body pressed painfully against the stone wall, shivering. There was nothing wonderful with how he came back for more each night, to satisfy his own curiosity at the expense of another. At the expense of his friend. There was nothing romantic with how he treated Xander, he didn’t treat him as if he were special, as if he were any different than his other friends. He wouldn’t hold his hand in public, only when they were alone. His kisses weren’t sweet, only selfish. It was one-sided from the start and for that, Lucas was regretful.

There he was, the reason he was here, the person he wanted to talk to the most but also the least. There was a free spot next to him. Lucas could hear his heart throbbing, the hollow sound resonating in his ear, as he took a seat next to the boy he hadn’t spoken to in months. He couldn’t trust his voice at this moment, so he wrote what he needed to say down and slipped the note to him as swiftly as he could.

 “Can we talk?”

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❝Summer Love❞ — Gray

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⤷ Somewhere in the U.K., Summer 2017.

Hazy summer night, EDM beats dripping from his ears, whenever he opened his eyes the whole world was a blur. Everything was neon colored but faded around the edges, not a single room in the house was lit properly. With beer flowing, bass booming, laughter almost nonstop- It was a proper summer party. The kind of party you where you drink too much and end up in bed with someone who’s name you don’t even know.

This was where Lucas thrived.

He weaved in and out of groups; greeting his friends, stopping to chat to new people, grabbing some drinks for a few girls who couldn’t muscle their way into the kitchen. He paused for a moment, sitting on the arm of a couch, to listen to his buddy tell him about his trip to South Africa. He was three drinks in and surrounded by others when he first noticed him. Nervous; the other boy wasn’t in his element like Lucas was, the other could tell immediately with how he kept glancing around to make sure the friend he was with was always within arm’s length. Lucas kept an eye on the boy, who seemed glued to a corner of the house. He knew who he was, vaguely. He’d never paid him much attention, but he knew that he was quiet, he kept to himself a lot, he was a Huffelpuff. Lucas wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system, or the fact that his last relationship had ended over a month ago, but he was suddenly reminded that he was halfway into the summer without anyone to lose himself in. Maybe it was the quickening pace of the music making his heart skip off beat, or maybe it was the quiet boy, cornered, in a party he clearly wasn’t too keen on attending.

⤷ Hogwarts, September 2017.

He tried to beat the sleep out of him, it was the first day of classes and his sleep schedule wasn’t even remotely on track. Lucas had been up half the night with his fellow Gryffindor 7th years, being boisterous and loud as always. He was paying for it now. His first class was going to kill him. He was seated, with the bare minimum of materials needed to get through the day. Surrounded by his friends and lost in conversation he forgot who they were sharing lessons with today. They were having such a laugh already, horsing around on their desks, making jokes at each other’s expense, they barely took any notice to a Huffelpuff boy trying to squeeze himself through their group so he could sit more towards the front. All it took was one swing on Lucas’ arm to cause his books and scrolls and quills to go flying.

Movements were made to get up and help his fellow 7th year but all actions were stopped dead in their tracks once he saw who he’d knocked over. 

Gray.

It was cowardly on his part, completely unlike him, to do nothing, but he was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if their skin touched again, if their eyes were to meet. Funny how he’d spent the last half of his summer completely wrapped up in the other, afraid of the opposite. Afraid of what might happen should they break apart. His summer had been full of looking Gray in the eyes, marveling at every tiny fleck of gold he could see. Lips at his disposal to kiss whenever he wanted. He had spent hours mapping his body with his touch, burning the sensation into his memory, the feeling so all-consuming even now he felt like he was aflame. 

Truthfully, he didn’t want to think about the consequences of his actions. He wished he could believe the deep chanting in his consciousness; it meant nothing, it was nothing, it was just a summer fling.

It was more than that. That was the sad reality he had to face. Whenever he saw Gray he could feel his heart skip a beat as he’s taken back to that summer night to end all summer nights. Gray was different, Gray was special, Lucas had never met someone so intelligent, caring, funny. From wispy way he laughed when he was out of breath, to how his cheeks would flush with red when he was embarrassed. Everything about him was beautiful to Lucas. But he couldn’t admit it, he wouldn’t admit it. It wasn’t who he was. It wasn’t what he was meant to be. He wasn’t ready to be in love with another boy. Even one so amazing. 

There was only one remedy in his mind. He had to be unlike him, he had to be cold and distant. So as soon as he saw who he had bumped into he moved back into his seat, eyes forward as he heard another Gryffindor boy help Gray up, a girl shuffling his things back into a neat pile. He heard the whispers behind him, Lucas had been the one to bump into him and yet he hadn’t made any effort to help the poor guy out.

That was unsual. That wasn’t like him.

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— Intro Post

Hello! This is Noelle, Theo’s mun. Here with my second baby, Lucas. I’m working on his plots page atm but i’ve got his profile right here! TL:DR about Lucas under the read more c: 

Super friendly, doesn’t have an enemy because even if someone hates him he probably considers them a friend. 

A trail of “Ayyyeee Theo how you doin?” “Jiyeon you’re looking good today!” “Edien my man, you ready for potions class?” follows him down the halls.

Doesn’t know what an inside voice is i’m sorry. 

Very competitive, likes to duel, like to play quidditch, likes anything he can possibly win. 

Good with duels and defense against the dark arts, not so good with potions or more theory based classes. 

Somehow good at Divination? 

Has a cute boyfriend he loves a lot but thats a bit of a secret because he’s not ready to come out just yet. 

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