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With a crooked smile, Sirius listened as Gilderoy, still at a distance, hinted at something more for later. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and intrigue, a challenge rising within him at the flirtatious wink sent his way. He nodded subtly, acknowledging the secretive promise of a dance with a playful incline of his head, his own gaze steady and inviting.

His attention, however, was soon divided by the arrival of Adar, his presence shifting the dynamic significantly. The casual display of ownership, the hand on Gilderoy’s neck, sparked an undercurrent of tension within Sirius, a dogged territoriality that rose to the surface unbidden.

“Well, Roy,” Adar said, and Sirius’s gaze flicked back to him, an unamused smile etched onto his face. He studied the man, analysing his every word, the way he evaluated him, and the clear dominance he exerted over Gilderoy.

His words were met with a dry chuckle from Sirius. “Not quite a fan,” he echoed Gilderoy’s sentiment with a smirk. The jab was light, a touch of humor meant to challenge the stiff atmosphere that Adar had brought. He kept his gaze steady on Gilderoy, whose demeanor had shifted noticeably in Adar’s presence.

Observing the scene unfolding before him, Sirius felt a familiar cold trickle of discomfort. The hand resting proprietarily on Gilderoy’s neck, the unmistakable display of control, brought unwelcome memories flooding back to Sirius; his own upbringing in the suffocating confines of the Black family household. His eyes darted to Gilderoy, reading the restrained tension in his demeanor, his usual flamboyant spirit dimmed by Adar’s presence. It was a sight that stirred up a powerful surge of empathy within Sirius; he, of all people, understood what it was like to be in the clutches of someone else’s expectations.

As Adar turned his attention to him, Sirius kept his expression carefully neutral. He wasn’t a man to back down easily, but in this situation, he knew he had to tread lightly. For Gilderoy’s sake.

Sirius held his ground, swallowing down the surge of distaste. His expression was carefully composed, but he couldn’t stop the flicker of defiance in his grey eyes. He had a reputation for being unyielding, and even in the face of discomfort, he was not about to compromise that.

“Sirius Black,” he responded, meeting Adar’s firm handshake with his own. The subtle pressure was a silent challenge, a proclamation of his own strength, all while keeping his manners in check. He might have left his pure-blood upbringing behind, but the etiquette lessons had been thoroughly drilled into him.

He felt his gaze pulled back towards Gilderoy, noticing the restrained tension in his posture and the vague distance in his eyes. It stirred a powerful empathy within Sirius, one that transformed into a protective instinct. He, of all people, knew what it felt like to be an accessory to someone else’s grandeur, to be a puppet in someone else’s play.

Sirius listened as Adar introduced himself, dismissing Gilderoy’s attempt at explanation with a raise of his hand. The tone was casual, almost friendly, but the gesture hinted at something more possessive, something Sirius didn’t particularly care for. However, Adar’s interruption of Gilderoy stirred a sense of annoyance. The way Gilderoy had stiffened under Adar’s touch, his eyes betraying a moment of vulnerability before shuttering closed, didn’t sit well with Sirius. He felt a powerful urge to step in, to defend, as if hoping to spare Gilderoy from a fate he himself had been unable to avoid.

He held Gilderoy’s gaze for a moment longer, hoping to communicate a sense of solidarity. He might not have been able to protect himself from his family’s expectations, but he’d be damned if he’d stand by and watch someone else suffer the same fate. He responded, a note of defensiveness creeping into his voice. “Gilderoy’s more than capable of speaking for himself, isn’t he?”

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Adar’s eyebrows could have hit the roof as Sirius introduced himself. He had forgotten to remain polite, forgotten to not show his truth within his expression. He looked impressed, and intrigued, and behind his shoulder, Gilderoy watched the reaction with reverent fear and confusion.

“Sirius Black.” Adar echoed, his eyes glancing down at Sirius’ hand as they shook, as if touching him was like gracing a relic of culture itself. “Well, the pleasure is all mine, I can assure you.” he continued, finally releasing his hand. “All mine.” 

Gilderoy cleared his throat, unable to disguise all of his discomfort, as Adar physically made room for them to stand side by side, allowing him into the conversation. He did his best to keep his shining smile, his general glow, but it was clearly diminished- faltered by the anxiety of Adar’s eyes upon Sirius. Every time Adar looked at Sirius with a particular shine, Gilderoy’s eyes narrowed with a sense of desperation

As Sirius locked eyes with Gilderoy, he could feel himself strain. Part of him wanted to emote, wanted to try and communicate through expression, that Sirius should leave as soon as possible. The other part of him, however, fell into Sirius’ dark gaze with thoughtless abandon, indulging in the respite of not worrying, not calculating. He felt himself breathe.

But as Sirius spoke, Gilderoy felt that sense of calm and breath leave him. His nerves all focused upon Adar and his reaction- his entire body pointed towards the Professor as if he’d be able to anxiously divine his meaning before it was said. “Of course he is!” Adar agreed with Sirius, nodding deeply. His arm came to stretch around Gilderoy, his hand clasping the back of Gilderoy’s neck firmly. Gilderoy swallowed dryly. “It’s just that his words cost more than most, now that he’s a published author, eh Roy?” Grunnion chuckled, squeezing the back of Gilderoy’s neck until he winced softly.

Gilderoy nodded, glancing between Adar and Sirius with downcast eyes. “Didn’t you want to make a transfer, here?” he asked Grunnion softly, before his face snapped back to practiced neutrality. Gilderoy seemed to not want Sirius to be in any part of what Gruinnion referred, his eyes inable to disguise the glint of panic, the subtle turns of his head as he watched the two of them speak, how many tally’s he had again his wall. “For the right person, I’ll sing.” Gilderoy teased conspicuously, for which Adar gave him a satisfied nod.

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Gilderoy breathed against Kieran's shoulder, a shaking, labored sound that he was trying to choke back, but couldn't. He'd never seen so much blood in his life, not ever. He could feel it, drying and sticking to his hands, the awareness of it making him flinch, burying his face against Kieran's neck.

His eyes closed as he felt Kieran's hand run down his back, shuddering breaths beginning to soften. It was nice, that gentle, light handed touch. Most people who touched Gilderoy were rough and ready- he was unused to it. It felt particular, almost sacred. He melted into Kieran's embrace, holding him back as gently as he could. Gilderoy wondered abstractly how unflattering this must look, for an injured man to be comforting him- but he couldn't admonish himself, no one should have to deal with this. He didn't know what he was doing.

"Don't thank me-" Gilderoy exclaimed under his breath. He shook his head, eyes burning with hot tears. He wanted to ask why Kieran couldn't go to St. Mungos, why he would be stupid for not knowing that, but another, larger part of himself silenced the curiosity. It was probably much better to not know.

Pulling away carefully, Gilderoy hoisted Kieran up again, praying that he'd be able to help himself a little more now that he wasn't bleeding out, and pulled him towards the sink, leaning him against the counter. With a shudder, Gilderoy waved his wand at the streaks and pools of blood on the floor, as well as in the direction of the front door, as he turned on the faucet with an irritated flick of his wrist.

Whenever he was crying as a boy, Gilderoy's dear mother would wet a washcloth with hot water. She would insist, regardless of what phase of tantrum he was in, that he needed to hold it against his face and breathe through the warm cloth. Not knowing what else to do, Gilderoy relied on this ritual, understanding for the first time in his life that maybe it didn't actually help the tears stop, but it was at least a gesture of caring, of wanting to tend to someone in pain- and that was never nothing.

Not meeting his eyes, Gilderoy ran a clean towel through the hot water, wringing it in both hands before offering it to Kieran. "Here..." he said, his voice different- not as low, or as sonorous, a softer, higher pitch meant for very few ears.

And then- realizing his hands were still covered in blood and now staining the towel, he quickly withdrew it, frowning. "Silly me- sorry-" he murmured, beginning to scrub his hands fiercely.

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It wasn’t funny, but then again he wasn’t laughing, just stating a morbid fact that had appeared in his brain, itching to get out. It was one muggle fact he wished he hadn’t learned right about now. Gilderoy was angry with him now, but the halo of light remained his face still beautifully shining within it. “I-I wasn’t thinking…I forgot for a moment,” he breathed a sigh but winced at the movement. “I just…but you’re here,” he didn’t know how to explain, didn’t know why he’d come. “I can’t go to St. Mungo’s, I thought you weren’t stupid,” he attempted humor, a half hearted smile but he feared it just looked pained. It was true, he could have found someone good at healing, but the moment the adreneline wore off and he realized he was indeed injured it didn’t really occur to him, he just wanted somewhere, someone safe. Gilderoy’s fingers pushed into his skin but it didn’t really hurt and he wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing. He felt strange, tired, lightheaded and almost a little drunk, things were just altogether a little hazy like he was only half awake. 

He tasted of gin, the martini he had spilled on him at the door, but also a flavor that was completely unique to him, one he’d missed. When he had kissed Gilderoy at school it had always been with a bit of restraint, always holding back a little of his desire, but the reason for that no longer applied and allowed him to let go of that restraint, to take what he wanted and what had been offered back then. His eyes opened to the sound of Gilderoy’s voice, noticing the way his hands still shook. Did he have a death wish? He didn’t think so, but his actions were a bit foolish. “Hmm, no, I don’t…I can’t kiss you again if I’m dead,” he noted. It had made him feel good for a moment drowning out the dull thrum of pain.

Gilderoy’s eyes were at least open now as he seemed to regain some confidence as he aimed his wand. Something wasn’t right though, instead of relief he felt another slash of pain and he groaned the sickening rush of blood gushing out the wound once more. Maybe he was going to die. His eyes fluttered closed hearing Gilderoy’s apologies, the panic in his voice at the blood that slipped past his hand, unable to contain it. But it was only for a moment, the next the pain stopped the blood subsiding but the lethargy remained. He felt Gilderoy’s head press to his chest, wet warmth spilling onto him which for a moment he was confused by. Tears. It made his chest ache at what he had caused, all the distress, the pressure he had put on him. 

Kieran wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his golden head. He held him close, pressing him against his body, comforting the beautiful boy who had now saved him. A boy still, they both were as he himself only had a couple years on him, neither of them should have been in this mess. The war waged outside feeling all the more close to home now. “Thank you,” he murmured against his hair. His thoughts were still sluggish knowing he would need something to help replenish the blood he lost, but for the moment he was okay. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” his voice was soft as he stroked Gilderoy’s back. His impulsiveness was one of his often problematic traits, unable to think past the fact most order members were scattered in the mission and where else he could go.

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Gilderoy's eyes flickered to Amelia's hand, unable to help but look a little irritated from the constant tapping. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down- this was ridiculous. He hadn't done anything wrong, if anything, he'd been a help to the wizarding community at large.

He held up a hand to Amelia as she, herself, said it. Leaning back in his chair with more self assurance, Gilderoy nodded. "Yes. See? Thank y- yet?" he frowned, but stopped himself from starting to demand answers as she moved to write something else down. Gilderoy's hand flexed. He wanted to grab her stupid paper and throw it at the wall.

But all of his irritation, all of his anxiety, numbed over as she said the name Adar Grunnion. Gilderoy's face fell into perfect neutrality, his widened eyes glassing over slightly. "How?" he asked, suddenly the model of polite compliance. "He's my mentor... we met in some academic leaning social circles."

Amelia knew she needed to remain impartial, stoic, but she could see that the entire situation seemed to have him on his back foot. And that was precisely where she wanted. "It is one syllable less than my referring to you as Mr. Lockhart is," she pointed out simply, fingers starting up their slow tap, tap, tap again on the table, "And a title I have earned. We are hardly familiar enough for anything less."

Having set the proverbial board, the auror pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of her seat as she finally shifted her sharp gaze away from him, having deemed him just rattled enough to put him in just the right place. "Your statement is noted. Though you are not a suspect...yet," her voice was soft as she spoke, letting her sentence trail off as she plucked up a quill and made a note of his final statement. It wouldn't do to overlook something potentially troubling, after all.

Then she was leaping off in the direction she really wanted to go, and not one that she had primed him into thinking she was going to go. "How do you know Adar Grunnion?"

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Gilderoy gave Kieran a weary, appraising look in jest. "What you have in your flat?" he laughed as they reached the street, his shoulders shaking as the laughter rolled through him in earnest. "Well soon enough I'll be in your flat, and that is a worry in itself."

"Yes..."He smiled to himself, tongue running along his teeth. "Who knows how much personal property may be damaged, or broken even- the very moment your front door shuts behind us? I seem to recall getting in a fair bit of trouble from a broken bed post- though I think you were the one who had to wag a finger at me."

He followed Kieran with a sudden rush of ambitious interest, staying close to his side as Kieran lead him through the streets, the short way it took them to get to his door.

Gilderoy looked wearily at the front door, already hearing the dog behind it. He gave a dry swallow, looking up into Kieran's face with a mix of pleading weariness and a smile. "You're sure about that?"

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A smile appeared on his lips as he noticed the little jump of surprise, having obviously startled him and he wondered what he’d been thinking about. His face had a hopefulness to it that encouraged him, seeing that boy he had once known. He had been worried that when he came back out that Gilderoy might have left and he would have come back to find him gone. 

He had noticed the way Gilderoy’s hand went to his mouth before he left as if hiding a smile but as his eyes flicked to his hand he noticed a slight indent in it as if he had bitten it. Kieran reached down lightly smoothing the red mark for a moment before his hand hovered on the small of Gilderoy’s back to lead him out of the store. “As you’ll ever be? Just what do you think I have at my flat?” he asked playfully as the emerged onto the cobblestone streets. 

It was almost as if Gilderoy was nervous, but that was impossible, right? He seemed so hard to rattle now, having leaned into his new career and role, letting even less of that softer side of him slip through. It was only a short walk to the little alcove that housed the door to his flat something that was convenient when not in the mood to apparate due to a late night. “Nothing too scary in here…” except maybe Pluto. He opened the outside door before making his way down the hallway stopping at his familiar door and ushering Gilderoy inside.

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Gilderoy was unable to help but smile against Sirius’ mouth, humming low as he kissed him back, as if to imply ‘well done’. He had been there- what? All of five minutes? And he was already in a vice grip with the prettiest Gryffindor, the prettiest boy, he’d ever seen.

Was anyone else there anymore? Did it matter? He felt like he’d won something. Surely this was an accomplishment of some kind, indicative of what he was- what he could get, now that he was growing into himself a bit.

The rest of the world faded into something unimportant and ambiguous. They were at a lake? It didn’t matter. Other people having a good time? Sure. As far as Gilderoy was concerned, the universe began with him and ended with-

“…who are you?” Gilderoy asked against his lips, unwilling to make the universe any bigger.

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In the electric bubble of their shared space, Sirius couldn’t help but be charmed by the question. He barely noticed the festivities around them, the world fading into nothing more than an ethereal, muted backdrop to this intimate moment.

His eyes locked onto Gilderoy’s, a playful gleam lighting up his gaze. “Who am I?” He repeated, a breathless echo, a murmur against Gilderoy’s lips. His heart pounded like a drum, matching the rhythm of the distant music, the rhythm of this mesmerising dance they were in.

“Sirius,” he whispered, his hand tightening ever so slightly on Gilderoy’s hip. “Just Sirius.”

His smile was soft, almost tender, as he added in a lower, huskier tone, “And right now, in this slice of eternity… I’m yours.”

With that, he leaned in, closing the space between them. It was a kiss as captivating as a supernova, as intimate as a shared secret whispered under a canopy of stars. In that moment, with Gilderoy, Sirius felt an echo of something vast and beautiful, like two distant stars whose light had travelled across time and space to meet, to illuminate the darkness together. Their world had shrunk to this point of contact, to this raw, thrilling connection. He was Sirius, just Sirius. But with Gilderoy, he felt like he could be something more, something spectacular.

For now, that was all he needed. That was all he wanted to be.

“And you? Who are you?”

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His. Gilderoy raised his brow at the confident boy before him. He’d never had someone before, not with the implications that Sirius’ tone suggested. But he proved himself right, as Sirius leaned in to kiss him, and Gilderoy could not help himself- melting completely into the experience. He’d never been spoken to like that before, promised such a significant amount of intimacy. Gilderoy had kissed many people in that happy year- but never, in his young life long, had he been kissed like this. Gilderoy’s heart felt like it was going to beat so strongly it would become undone, as if he would loose his grip, his breath, his senses, his damned mind over the soft warmth of this boy’s hold on him, the way he moved.

It was so good, that Gilderoy wondered with a painful, greedy jolt, if this eternity would be enough for him? What if he wanted more than this? And then, for the first time in his life, Gilderoy felt sad that the beginning of something, the beginning of this, was already over. He had already walked down to the lake, made his first flirtations, and been well received. It was gone, something he would have to work to recall, if he’d ever be able to remember it at all.

Memory was something that Gilderoy resented. Legacy, on the other hand, was everything.

It caused him to snarl into the kiss, his softened posture transforming into one of ravenous greed as his hands curled into Sirius’ long hair, tangling themselves with purposeful hunger, unwilling to relent and separate, desiring Sirius to stay where Gilderoy felt he was needed most- before him.

“Gilderoy.” he answered breathlessly against the corner of Sirius’ mouth. “Lockhart.”

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Sirius’ breath hitched as Gilderoy’s lips crashed into his, the intensity of the kiss catching him off guard. The sensation of teeth grazing his bottom lip sent shivers down his spine, akin to the thrill of spotting a rare constellation in the night sky. Gilderoy’s passion was a beacon, guiding Sirius through the darkness and anchoring him to the present moment.

As they broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, Sirius found himself captivated by the determination and fire in Gilderoy’s eyes. A lopsided smile spread across his face, and he tightened his grip on Gilderoy’s waist. “Then you shall have nothing less,” Sirius murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

The distance between them seemed to evaporate, and Sirius leaned in to capture Gilderoy’s lips once more, a promise to explore the depths of passion and connection together, bound by the gravity of their shared desires.

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Gilderoy was unable to help but smile against Sirius’ mouth, humming low as he kissed him back, as if to imply ‘well done’. He had been there- what? All of five minutes? And he was already in a vice grip with the prettiest Gryffindor, the prettiest boy, he’d ever seen.

Was anyone else there anymore? Did it matter? He felt like he’d won something. Surely this was an accomplishment of some kind, indicative of what he was- what he could get, now that he was growing into himself a bit.

The rest of the world faded into something unimportant and ambiguous. They were at a lake? It didn’t matter. Other people having a good time? Sure. As far as Gilderoy was concerned, the universe began with him and ended with-

“...who are you?” Gilderoy asked against his lips, unwilling to make the universe any bigger.

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Caught between two boys Gilderoy?

Two-? Don't insult me... you think there are only ....two?

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"Kieran that isn't f-funny, stop it." Gilderoy said, breath shaking. He felt another wave of lightheadedness come over him as Kieran continued to speak, wincing. If he wasn't practically dying before him, Gilderoy might have killed him for being so frightening. The sound of his voice, unfocused and inexact rang in his ears, Gilderoy was sure that the sound would haunt his thoughts.

"Yes, she does, so why did you come here?" Gilderoy hissed, eyes shining. "Why would you come here when you could have gone anywhere else- St. Mungo's? Or a fucking healers? Are you stupid? I thought you weren't stupid!"

Gilderoy's hands fell against Kieran's shoulders, fingers pushing against his skin more than they ought to, given Kieran's condition. He wanted to shake him, he wanted to help, he wanted to be in France instead of this, just anything except for the moment he was currently in. His heart felt like it was going to punch its way out of his chest. "Damn it- Kieran, damn you." he growled, seeing stars behind his eyelids, soft flashes, and he wished it was enough to distract him from all this.

And then with a sharp inhale, Gilderoy felt the front of his robe pulled into a firm grasp, dragged down with a jerk until his lips fell against Kieran's waiting mouth. Gilderoy felt his breath catch in his throat, his thoughts dim, as Kieran's hand pushed through his hair. He gasped against Kieran's lips, pin pricks rippling through his body as Gilderoy tried not to loose balance and lean too heavily against him. With a strange ache in his chest, the only thought that shot through Gilderoy's mind was that Kieran kissed very differently than he used to at school, so much more assured, so much more fierce.

He felt in a free fall, unable to parse what was going on, what he needed to do, his hands still shaking against Kieran's chest- Gilderoy felt all the more disoriented as Kieran broke this kiss to speak.

"Oooh-" Gilderoy growled, grimacing, he pulled away, straightening over him. Kieran was right, of course. His eyes should probably be open to cast any spell, but if he'd wanted a perfect heal he should have gone to a fucking professional. "Did you want help, or do you have a death wish?"

Maybe Kieran had just kissed him to take him out of his shock, maybe he really was so delirious from pain and blood loss that the dramatics were coming from a genuine place- Gilderoy didn't feel like he had time to form an opinion. With renewed vigor, Gilderoy flicked his wand towards Kieran's abdomen, and muttered "Epishkey!" with a tense flourish of his wand.

Gilderoy's eyes brightened as he watched the wound knit together, a surge of confidence and adrenaline rising in him, before the wound gushed with blood, as if freshly cut, covering Gilderoy's hands opaquely in Kieran's blood. "No-" his voice shook, eyes wide as he glanced to Kieran's face. "I'm sorry- no, no- I'll- I'll make it better- Episkey!" he pushed through the blind panic overtaking him, and saw with frail triumph that the spell had actually worked this time. As Gilderoy watched the wound heal over, it felt like all of his limbs had become leaden, his heart pounding in his ears. "Oh thank fucking Merlin-" Gilderoy cried, bowing over so that he pushed his brow against Kieran's chest. "It worked. I'm sorry that I couldn't- but it worked-" he felt hot tears rise in his eyes, and he held his breath in to disguise how very upset he was, hands grasping at Kieran tightly.

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Gilderoy didn’t push for more answers just as he had known, he was right, he didn’t want to know what he was involved in. But it wouldn’t take him long to put together the pieces once the news broke, he could only hope the other would keep this secret especially from Rita�� and that he would know what side he was on. 

“I’ve lost quite a lot of blood…theres some out there in the hall. I’ve heard muggles die from gut shots you know,” his voice was distant, absent, he sounded far away even to his own ears. A casual observer looking over the situation. His eyes moved to Gilderoy’s hands which were now shaking, but for some reason he wasn’t as concern about that as he should be. 

“Rita lives here…she can’t see me,” he explained wearily, seeming to have expended all the effort he had which was a bit pathetic. The outrage in Gilderoy’s voice caused a soft smile to appear on his lips, liking that he wasn’t going to let him leave, that despite his fear he was going to do his best to help. It warmed him in a strange way. Gilderoy had him pressed down to the floor but he needn’t have bothered he had deduced he didn’t have the strength to go further, but he was lying on top of him now, close, his face full of panic and worry. 

He used his clean hand to fist in Gilderoy’s robe pulling him slightly closer, dragging his lips down to meet his, softly at first before he deepened it, a sense of urgency in it. Hell, if he was going out he would do it with a bang if Gilderoy ended up not being able to fix him. That was probably the blood loss talking. His hand reached into his hair stroking the silky locks before releasing his lips. “Not to be a backseat healer…but I would feel better if you’re eyes were open,” he breathed against his lips not sure if he should be worried.

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Leaning into Gilderoy’s singing, Sirius flashed a boyish grin, adding his own voice to the melody. “Gold, gold, gold, gold… ‘Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere,’ hmm?” He teased, finishing the line with an amused quirk of his eyebrow.

Leaning closer to Gilderoy, Sirius’ gaze twinkled with amusement and intrigue. “Obsessions, Lockhart? Bit rich coming from you, no? Who’s the one always engrossed in books and autographs?” His words were challenging yet light-hearted, creating an atmosphere of playful camaraderie between them.

He studied Gilderoy, his gaze holding a mix of playfulness and intrigue. “But then again, who are we to deny a little unwieldy obsession? There’s a certain charm to losing oneself, don’t you think?”

His eyes flickered back to the record stacks, fingers tracing the spines with an absent-minded fondness. As he turned his head, his dark hair brushed his collarbone, the soft light casting a silhouette against the records.

Catching onto Gilderoy’s tune, Sirius’ voice slipped into a smooth hum, matching the rhythm. “Stick with you, baby, for a thousand years…Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years…” His singing tapered off into a chuckle, the playful sound echoing gently off the vinyl-laden walls.

He then glanced at Gilderoy, eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. Sirius offered a soft chuckle, leaning in a bit closer. “Though I must say, I didn’t expect to find another Bowie fan in you. You’re full of surprises, Lockhart.”

His voice dropped a notch lower, taking on a sultry edge. “And I do love a good surprise…”

Leaning back, Sirius offered a wink, his hand absently brushing against a stray record, beginning to flip through them. “Elton John?” Sirius mused, a sideway glance to Gilderoy. “Mercury. Mercury, isn’t it?” Sirius looked out into the room, gaze lingering a heartbeat on the two girls Gilderoy had glanced back at earlier. “Your number one.”

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Gilderoy kept his eyes downcast as Sirius leaned closer, eyes almost closed as he took in the sound of Sirius’ voice so close. It rattled him pleasantly.

“Obsession-“ Gilderoy started, grinning. “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that it’s a bad thing. I mean, the ancient Greeks thought it was a form of love after all- maníā. Madness, compulsion, frenzy, enthusiasm... But even good things are worth watching out for.” Gilderoy turned ever so slightly, so that he could level his gaze against Sirius. “If you can’t handle them. I myself, am only adept in 3 of the loves Greeks named, philautía, maníā  and of course, érōs.”

Gilderoy watched as Sirius’ focus turned to the records now, unable to help but trace the line of Sirius’ neck with his eyes. His voice, again, a feeling as much as it was a sound to Gilderoy’s ear. He forced himself to look back at the records before him, now so much less interesting than they had been minutes ago. He could feel Sirius’ eyes on him and tried to look unbothered, but it became harder as Sirius chuckled and leaned closer still.

This talk of surprises again. Part of Gilderoy was staggered that Sirius was flirting so aggressively, after how awkward the encounter at Gringots had been. It certainly made it more thrilling, but it also made him more apprehensive- because why? Look at him. Sirius could have anyone he liked. Gilderoy knew he was a catch, but this was already more effort than he would have given.

Smiling, Gilderoy rolled his eyes playfully at the suggestion of Elton John. He glanced at Sirius as he flipped through the records, trying to guess something, trying to learn about Gilderoy. What a task that might prove to be. He was about to make some comment on the futility of this, when he was proven wrong. Mouth falling open slightly, Gilderoy looked at Sirius with eyes wide. “Yes, actually. He is.” He stepped closer to Sirius to make his attention turn away from his sisters across the shop. “Well done.”

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Sirius basked in the exchange, the sun casting a divine glow that rendered him nothing short of radiant. His smile, all mischief and charm, held steady, dancing in tandem with Gilderoy’s jest.

“A horrid thought, you say?” Sirius echoed, his voice a melody laced with mirth and a teasing undertone. “And here I was thinking you enjoy a bit of a challenge, Lockhart.”

The daylight seemed to add a new dimension to their interaction, stripping away the foggy haze of their past encounters. Sirius found himself oddly invigorated by this stark reality, this sobering daylight where all pretenses fell away, and all that remained was the raw, magnetic tension between them.

As Gilderoy’s smile widened, Sirius felt a flutter, a peculiar warmth spreading within him, a sensation both unfamiliar and intriguing. But the moment Sirius’ gaze briefly fell upon Ader, he noted Gilderoy’s falling smile. The silent plea in Gilderoy’s eyes was nearly tangible. Sirius felt a pang, an odd regret tugging at him. How he wished to prolong this shared moment, this personal bubble they’d inadvertently woven around themselves.

Gilderoy’s soft laughter, an unexpectedly pleasant sound, bounced off the cavernous walls of the bank. Sirius found himself drawn to the sound, a beacon amidst the dull monotone of their surroundings.

‘Well, we can’t have you bored.’

The flirtatious undercurrent to Gilderoy’s words was like an open invitation to Sirius. He was nothing if not game. A smirk played on his lips as he responded, “Indeed, Lockhart, we can’t have me bored. So, what grand entertainment do you propose?”

Sirius could sense the invisible thread that connected them, the flirtatious banter that hung in the air like unspent electricity. The words danced around them, their meaning layered and complex. Sirius was all too familiar with this dance, the thrilling balance of lighthearted jest and deep-rooted longing, the tantalizing possibilities that lay just beyond reach.

Despite the daunting implications, Sirius managed to maintain an air of easy confidence. His playful jest, though born of amusement, carried an undertone of curiosity. Would Gilderoy rise to the occasion? Could he fan the spark into a flame? Sirius was eager to find out.

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“Maybe I can give you something to look forward to- later.” Gilderoy said, almost under his breath, taking another step away even as he winked at him. There was now a healthy distance between the two, and Gilderoy’s eyes were bright with something tense, hungry, apprehensive. He bore into Sirius’ gaze, as if wanting to communicate through thought alone. “I will owe you, how about that?” he continued, as if it was some secret. “I’ll promise you a dance.”

But before Gilderoy could elaborate, he changed. His posture and expression tact on an air of calm, suave, interest, as Sirius watched Adar’s hand close around the back of Gilderoy’s neck, his thumb running up and down, tangling into his golden curls.

“Well, Roy.” Adar greeted, teeth shining, as he smiled between Gilderoy and Sirius. He directed his focus on to Sirius, looking him up and down with hungry interest. “Are you friend or fan of little Lockhart, here?”

“Not a fan-” Gilderoy’s demeanor broke as he chuckled boyishly. But as Adar reacted to this by raising his brow, Gilderoy resumed the charade. “An acquaintance, really. We-”

“Professor Adar Grunnion.” Adar cut Gilderoy off, raising his free hand over for Sirius to shake. “Patron to Roy, here. And friend.”

Behind him, Gilderoy’s face went blank and still, he stared into the mid distance between the two of them, neutral and distant.

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Gilderoy sank down beside Kieran, eyes wide and overbright with concern. There was a man- his friend- bleeding all over Rita Skeeter's kitchen floor. As Kieran gave him an answer, Gilderoy felt himself go light headed in panic.

"Oh Merlin-" Gilderoy moaned, that didn't sound good. It wasn't untrue though, Gilderoy didn't really want to know what Kieran had done, he just wanted the consequences to go away. With a haggard sigh, he started thinking through every healing spell he knew, wondering which one would be best for this ambiguous wound, and any others he might have.

At Kieran's suggestion, Gilderoy froze. "In case you die?" he croaked, mouth falling open with horror. He looked down at Kieran's body, hands beginning to shake a little. It didn't seem like his bleeding was getting worse- but what did Gilderoy know? Nothing. At the moment, he knew absolutely nothing. He was considering trying to message Ader, or even Rita, or better yet his mother, when he noticed Kieran trying to get up.

"W- What are you doing?" Gilderoy asked shakily, eyes wide as he leaned forward and held himself over Kieran. "Stop it- stop moving." he frowned. "You're not trying to leave, are you?!" Gilderoy asked, outraged, his voice rising.

It was easier to be angry than it was afraid, for the moment. With a firm hand again Kieran's sternum, he kept Kieran pressed to the floor, grabbing his wand from his robe. What was it? Emipska? E... Ellipses? No-

"Agnetha Fältskog give me strength..." Gilderoy whined, glancing back at his martini across the room with longing before returning his focus back to Kieran. He did not feel like a dancing queen at the moment. "Fuck- fuck fuck fuck okay here we go." Gilderoy said, wincing as he held his wand up to Kieran's wound, eyes squeezed tightly closed.

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Kieran felt something wet spill on his chest, cold this time instead of the warmth seeping down his side. The smell hit his nose soon after and he decided it was gin, martini…where were the olives? To say Gilderoy looked shocked was an understatement and even in his addled state he found himself amused that the mask of careful composure had slipped and there was genuine unfiltered emotion. He didn’t blame him for staring at him for what seemed like forever, his appearance was probably quite shocking and the fact he had chosen to come here. Even he wasn’t sure why. “You missed my mouth,” he finally said his tone a little dazed as his non bloody hand patted at his chest. 

It was as if he was viewing everything through a bit of a haze the shock on Gilderoy’s face turning to one of panic his movements now frantic as he tried to decide what to do. He watched it all with mild curiosity while thoughts churned in the back of his head. But before any could fully form he felt himself being hoisted into the other’s arms, and pulled across the room. It was no small feat considering he wasn’t being very helpful at the moment, his frame was much larger and not easy to manevour. His back rested against something, a cupboard maybe as he looked up at Gilderoy seeing the splash of red across his stomach now too. 

“You don’t want to know what I did,” his voice was a whisper, afraid to let out a secret, comforted and afraid of where he was. His gaze settled on Gilderoy the lights shimmering behind him to give him a halo, his hair golden in the bright light. “You could kiss me in case I die,” his voice was an echo of his old teasing, his lips quirking in a crooked smile by reflex before wincing. Kieran’s eyes fell to Gilderoy’s lips for a moment, remembering late nights snuggled in his bed, a few stolen kisses… His eyes flicked around the room having never been here before. And some of those thoughts crept back in. Rita lived here too, why did Gilderoy have to live with a reporter. He couldn’t stay here, what if she came back and saw him? The questions, she would draw the lines, she was there… it wouldn’t take much. He tried to use a hand to stabilise himself to get up but it slipped in the blood that had since pooled.

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Rita basked in the warmth of Gilderoy’s words, the corners of her lips curving in a pleased smile. She relished the way he was looking at her, the curiosity in his eyes stirring a delicious sense of anticipation in her. She revelled in the control, the intrigue, the mystery that danced between them. As a woman who dealt with facts and rumours, Rita found something remarkably refreshing about the uncertainty of her and Gilderoy.

“Oh, darling Gilderoy,” she began, her voice a caress, soft yet laced with the barest hint of teasing. “One must always save a modicum of modesty for the appropriate occasions. Wouldn’t want to appear too predictable now, would we?” Her eyes sparkled with mirth at his banter, her laughter tinkling out like the clinking of champagne glasses.

She watched him glance between his hand held by hers and the nail polish bottle. The thought of him feeling tended to but not entirely comfortable drew a coy smile on her face. It was the art of keeping him on his toes that was oh-so-entertaining to her.  A silken chuckle escaped Rita’s lips, amusement lighting up her sharp green eyes. “Oh, darling Gilderoy, you always manage to surprise me,” she cooed, feigning shock. “Such a low opinion of yourself, one might almost mistake it for modesty.”

She kept his hand held firmly within her grasp, the corners of her crimson lips curling up into a playful smile. “But let me remind you, dear, that in my line of work, I’ve found that what often seems ‘not good’ on the surface can turn out to be quite… intriguing upon further investigation.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she released his hand, gesturing towards the array of nail polishes before them. “In the end, it all boils down to perception, wouldn’t you agree, Gilderoy? Colours, like people, have many layers - not all of them immediately apparent.”

Rita casually picked up a bottle of iridescent polish, examining it in the light. “So, let’s delve a little deeper, shall we?” She flashed him a coy smile, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Who knows? You might just uncover a hue that perfectly captures that unique blend of charm and erudition you’re becoming so well-known for.”

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Gilderoy could feel his face getting a little too hot for his liking. He considered the iridescent polish for only a moment, clearing his throat, before he plucked the little bottle out of Rita’s hand and reached over to set it back on the table, continuing to look into her face as he did.

Too predictable? A low opinion of himself? What was often not as good on the surface being intriguing with further investigation? Perception? Layers? Not immediately apparent? - Was she threatening him?

He didn’t know if this was what Rita was expecting- but whatever she was trying to get at with the colors or the polish or the layers or whatever it was- something about it made Gilderoy feel suffocated. “You know what, Rita...” Gilderoy started, his voice a low hum. He leaned forward slowly, holding himself slightly over her. “You don’t need any of that, as beautiful as it all is, to learn more about me.”

There was something about the beauty in her, and all of her things- that made Gilderoy feel... aggressive. It wasn’t jealousy, and it wasn’t insecurity- it was more that Gilderoy could see exactly what Rita was talking about; There was something in her, not immediately apparent, below the alluring veneer, that was just as aggressive, just as hungry, as what he felt when he looked at her too long. Something dangerous and wanting. Something that people who weren’t like them were unnerved to see. An idea, an ambition, that had gripped them and never let go, that they would rip things apart for.

“Just look at me.“ Gilderoy dared, grinning as he dipped down to plant a kiss on her clavicle, tracing his lips lightly against the line of her neck. He rested his forehead against hers, his gaze soft but impatient. “I’m basically an open book.”

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Regulus looked the boy over, trying to place where he had seen those shining golden locks before. “Ravenclaw,” he guessed, simply because the blue of eyes were so stunning that he couldn’t picture him in any uniform except that of Ravenclaw. He was exceptionally beautiful, and for a moment Regulus allowed the fact to fill his ego. This handsome boy was talking to him and he didn’t seem to care that Regulus was awkward or thought he was poor company. In fact, everything that left Lockhart’s lips felt like a challenge. 

I have you to myself. The words sent a chill down Regulus’ spine as the idea of somebody having him, showering him with sole attention, sent his thoughts into overdrive. It was plain now what Gilderoy wanted. Regulus knew he should object– make some excuse to leave, act affronted, accuse the other boy of having it mixed up. But he didn’t. Instead he found himself leaning closer to Gilderoy, making the distance between them even smaller. “What’s stopping me from going back to ‘my’ party, then?” He asked, rising up to meet the challenge in the boy’s eyes. “Give me a reason.”

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A reason? If Gilderoy hadn’t secretly been so eager, he would have chuckled. As if he didn’t have it ready, as if he hadn’t been waiting for any sign of permission given, of returned interest. He caught Regulus’ lips in his with a sweep of his hand, neatly coming to caress the boy’s sharp jaw. He hummed against Regulus’ mouth, a low sound in his chest with intense satisfaction.

Slytherins were always good kissers. Always. Gilderoy’s own house was a mix, a 50/50 shot of someone who knew what they were doing and someone who thought their tongue was a fucking dart. Hufflepuffs were fine, usually a little vanilla to his taste. Gryffindors were the worst- not because they were bad necessarily, but just so... messy. His hair. Kissing a Gryffindor was also kissing goodbye to his curl pattern.

Gilderoy pulled away slightly, tracing Regulus’ lips with a smile. He let his hands fall to either side of Regulus’ hips, watching him with a softened gaze. “Are you going to run along, Prince?” Gilderoy’s head bowed to press his smile against Regulus’ neck.

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"Auror... bit of a mouthful-" Gilderoy mumbled, as he pressed down his cravat against his clavicle, making sure it didn't seem too... ruffled. Like an upset bird. He did not want to look like an upset bird.

But what had that been about the courts? He was definitely complying. He was complying about as hard as anyone could- so why was she acting like she wanted him to feel intimidated? And why was it working? Her eyes were just a bit too sharp.

"I haven't done anything wrong." Gilderoy blurted out, hand still against his chest, he leaned forward in his chair. But for a long moment, he couldn't say anything else, his words caught in his throat as his mind began to race. Why was he panicking? He never panicked in front of anyone, even when Ader got a little impassioned, it was never something he couldn't handle. "Listen." Gilderoy cleared his throat, looking into Amelia's face his blue eyes wide. For a moment, he thought he had collected himself, but as soon as he parted his lips to come up with something that would get him out of this room the fastest, his mind began to race again. "When that guy told me to watch my six- how was I supposed to know what that meant? I- I know I seem worldly, but I am 19 after all, and I didn't know he owned the club! He was dressed down- really down, if I'd been sober he would have been a 4 at best, at best."

Amelia eyed him across the table with a quirked eyebrow, sitting back slightly to get a read on him. One thing no one ever gave enough credit to was silence. It had been something she'd quickly picked up on that people would often just talk to fill said silences. It was a tool she often used to her benefit, and one that worked far better than anyone would be able to bet on.

While still keeping her silence, she finally looked down to carefully flip her folder open and make a show of reading through the compact writing on the page with a tap of her finger on the tabletop in a steady constant rhythm. Gilderoy was definitely intriguing in the manner that his outward appearance was one thing, but there was something Amelia couldn't quite put her finger on that had her on edge. Maybe it was the almost eager assistance he offered, but that was surely just her paranoia rearing its head. Right?

"Of course. Barring the fact that a refusal means that I'd have just taken the avenue of the courts," she said lightly, waving her hand as she sat back in her chair, crossing her legs and giving him a wry smile, "And I don't think either of us would like that headache. Sitting lords, solicitors, legal charters, subpoenas...the press. Dirty business, that."

"And for the record, Mr. Lockhart...its Auror Bones."

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Friday nights and the lights are low, Gilderoy hummed as he folded the seventh set of long silk robes into his suitcase, Looking out for a place to goooo... With a martini in one hand, Gilderoy used his wand to set the suitcase neatly off to the side of his room, nodding his head and spinning around as he heard a soft thud against the front door. He still wasn't going to be leaving for a while, but Gilderoy liked to make sure at least 3 of his 5 cases we're thoughtfully curated and packed well in advance. It was a good opportunity anyway- he had the house to himself, as Rita was off and away on some official business. That meant that he could afford slightly less consideration to how well behaved he was- and took advantage of it handily.

Pizza. Delivery pizza. Even though it was the most muggle thing on earth, there was something so magical about it. He'd never of let himself indulge in the pastime in front of Rita, but since that wasn't a worry, Gilderoy had ran to the nearest payphone and called the local parlor as soon as she'd left.

"Where they play the right music-" Gilderoy sang as he approached the door, tucking his wand into his robes. "Getting in the swing-" he continued, unlocking the front door. "You come to look for a-" with a gasp, Gilderoy stepped back, his martini splashing onto Kieran's chest as he fell through Gilderoy's front door. King... the song continued, as Gilderoy's eyes widened at the sight before him, his eyes darting between Kieran's upside down face and the bloody gouge at his side.

For a long moment, all Gilderoy could do was stare, still holding his martini, as Dancing Queen played on in the background, and Kieran cracked some joke about a tattoo.

"Good g- Kieran what did you-" Gilderoy shifted his weight frantically, before glaring at the martini in his hands as if accusing it for still being there. Hastily, he set it down on the nearest surface, before bending down and pulling Kieran into his arms, not unflinchingly. He groaned under Kieran's weight- he had well surpassed Gilderoy in height and it showed. He tried not to think about the hot, wet feeling against his own stomach and he pulled him inside as far as the kitchen, and gently sitting him down.

"W- What do I do?" he asked, flicking his wand at the door so that it slammed closed and locked. "What did you do?" he asked, panicked.

Where: Gilderoy's Flat Who: @magicalmeee

There was a strange ringing in his ears as the adrenaline started to wear off, he hadn’t noticed the pain before. If he had he would have been set as Mary used to be a healer and would no doubt be able to fix him up without a problem. The plan had not gone off without a hitch, death eaters showing up and a fight ensuing but they had got what they came for and that was what mattered. He had been handed the parcel before speeding away with Mary dodging spells flying their way as May fired back as he was the better flyer. Apparently, he wasn’t good enough though as one had gotten him, his hand coming away bloody as he touched his side. They had dropped the cup at the safe house before dispersing in case anyone was looking for them, they needed an alibi for where they had been. St. Mungo's was out as they would be looking to question anyone who was injured now. He should have gone home or gone back and found Mary but he did neither of those things instead choosing the worst possible option.

Apparating wasn’t the best plan in his state but he managed it and slumped against a door he had not yet seen but knew who lay behind it. He didn’t so much as knock as fall against the door, sliding down to a sitting position. “Great plan,” he muttered to himself wincing at the movement. The door opened and he fell backwards looking up at a familiar blonde. “Do you think my tattoo’s alright? I think it just missed it,” he commented dryly his hand moving to raise his shirt slightly but lacking the will to sit up and look. His hand moved to the gash trying to approximate where it was, it was well below his ribs so it should be safe. It was then he let out a curse remembering who Gilderoy had said his roommate was, Rita… he had seen her at the bank so she would be there for a little while with questioning, but what happened when she was finished and came back to a bloody splotch on her doorstep? He needed to get out of here before he was exposed this would be just the story she was looking for. “I shouldn’t be here... I need to move,” his breath hitched as he tried to sit up his face twisted in pain sure he felt another injury he had yet to find.

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Sirius cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused, intrigued, to notice Gilderoy’s ordinary mask of charismatic cockiness slip for just a few heartbeats. Gaze teased the blossoming cheeks of Gilderoy, and although Sirius was grinning, it was in friendliness rather than mockery. Sirius knew too well how it felt when you’re masks slipped, when you felt you had done something wrong when you hadn’t. Gilderoy was browsing music, living his life, finding enjoyment where one should. Sirius could hardly blame him for it. And he was stood, there, too, in a Muggle record shop, reaching for Bowie. 

Sirius didn’t connect the dots to Gilderoy feeling ashamed of his blood. Sirius didn’t know about it, and didn’t give much thought to the embarrassment of the blonde birth - perhaps, though, it had to do with what happened at Gringotts. Clearly, whatever happened there, had struck something within Gilderoy Lockhart. 

Sirius eyes lit up, grin widening. Sirius worshipped Bowie and the alter ego Bowie had created. A character that defied norms, that stood out, that was different - much like himself. Sirius gave Gilderoy a quick look over, as if he was recategorizing him in his mind. “Could be a bit of both. A man’s got to have his hobbies. Bowie, record shops… mysterious blondes.”

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Gilderoy relaxed, feeling a bit foolish for ever having jumped to the conclusion that Sirius was going to be over curious about why Gilderoy might be there, or with whom. He seemed perfectly disinterested and still flirtatious- Gilderoy’s favorite.

“Hobbies are important.” Gilderoy agreed, chuckling softly. He leaned against the records beside them, tilting his head at Sirius.  “Though one must be careful not to get too engrossed, otherwise it might become some unwieldy obsession.“

Sirius’ answer had also been rather perfect- for the simple fact that it told Gilderoy nothing about Sirius that wouldn’t be obvious by just looking at him. Gilderoy had never doubted that Sirius was adept at this little game they’d been playing, but he could still appreciate a master of the craft. Getting while not giving.

He turned back to card through the record stacks once more, grinning to himself as he hummed, “Run for the shadows in these golden years, I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years, Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years..”

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Gilderoy rolled his eyes at Kieran's tease, but smiled all the same. For most, Gilderoy wouldn't have such a slack leash, but Kieran had always managed to get away with a little more. Something about feeling a bit more vulnerable than he'd like to, some memories that would make him wince to recollect.

But part of Gilderoy also knew that he shouldn't be afraid of how Kieran thought or felt about him. He just couldn't help it, it was how he felt with anyone who'd managed to get close enough. He felt assured as Kieran insisted on spending more time with him, some small, earnest part of himself flattered by the attention and eagerness.

"Ahah." he shook his head at the flirtation, not seeming aware of how his hand rose to his mouth, absentmindedly biting his own knuckles. Gilderoy nodded to him as Kieran asked for a moment and ducked away, taking a few breaths to recenter himself. It wasn't any big thing- to reconnect with him, right? Kieran wouldn't find anything in Gilderoy that he wouldn't like to see?

He jumped a little as Kieran reappeared, a hopeful, enthusiastic smile brightening his face. "As I ever will be."

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The statement was quite genuine it seemed but trust Gilderoy to shrug it off as it was nothing. “Looks like you have quite an open mind then,” a crooked smile appeared on his lips. He liked to think it was due to his suggestion but knew that was as close as Gilderoy would come to admitting it.

“Yes, you heard right,” he confirmed seeing the others face brighten slightly. “It’s been a long time, can’t let you wander out of my midst already, who knows when I might see you again. We have a lot to catch up on.” He knew the boy back at school and he wondered if how much he had changed or if there was still some of him left. And he was worried hearing of the new company he was keeping.

“Good to hear, and you can always give me a hard time back at my place,” he assured him with a chuckle. He heard rustling in the back room which meant Lucian had arrived. “A moment,” he said before ducking into the back room. He had a short discussion with his brother and set Sonic down in the cage he had back there knowing Lucian would look in on him and bring him home. He emerged from the back room and from behind the counter to Gilderoy’s side. “Ready?”

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Sirius looked up as his name rolled of a sweet-honeyed tongue. The last place he’d seen Gilderoy was in his tattoo shop, a memory that swayed and blurred like an old photograph left too long in the sun. Intriguing but too vague, yet, to retouch into full colours. Sirius tugged the corner of his mouth into a lop-sided smile. “Well, Lockhart, I do enjoy keeping people on their toes. Can’t have anyone thinking they’ve got me figured out, now can I?” he replied, his tone light and teasing. Gilderoy had, though, always caught Sirius where he would be expected to be find - namely, his work place, and now, dropping off his earnings into his account. It seemed to Sirius rather the other way round - Gilderoy popped up where he wasn’t expecting him. 

“Better, now,” Sirius said with an impish tilt of his eyebrows. Banking was dull, to be fair, and it was always nice to spend the time waiting for one’s turn with someone entertaining. Sirius hadn’t forgotten the tickle of buzzing energy as he had pulled Gilderoy into his shop for safe-keeping. The blonde had an energy that Sirius was drawn to like a moth to the flame. 

Sirius gaze danced over to the older gentleman Gilderoy had spun away from. He didn’t recognise the man, and although Sirius was slightly curious as to their connection, Sirius let it be, for now. It wasn’t a scene that was directly concerning or telling of their true purpose, for all Sirius would know, the man could be an uncle or family friend. How oft hadn’t Sirius gotten bored being dragged to the bank along with Orion? Though, Sirius thought, they’d never had to wait like this. Sirius sighed, leaned against the nearby column. 

“Stay and keep me company, would you? It’s so boring to wait.”

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The bank, as beautiful as it was, was a little dim. Gilderoy supposed that made sense for being connected to a series of caves- but when Sirius acknowledged him- the sun must have broken through the clouds outside. That fucking uneven smile, his cravat felt a little tighter against his throat.

“What a horrid thought-” Gilderoy jested to Sirius’ greeting, “Yes please, keep me on my toes.” It must have been as strange for Sirius as it was for Gilderoy to actually see each other in daylight, in a well lit place. You could see Sirius through a fogged glass and still be able to tell that he was attractive, but now in the light of day, and sober- it was almost overwhelming. Gilderoy could feel his face ache, his smile turning more genuine as he looked into Sirius’ face. 

But as Sirius turned to glance at Ader, Gilderoy’s smile fell. He felt his body brace, having to stop himself from jerking over, from putting his hand on Sirius’ shoulder to keep him from turning to look. No, don’t-  he wanted to say, let’s keep the world between just you and I for a little longer. His eyes darted towards Ader anxiously, before a little out of nowhere he laughed, a soft sound that still managed to carry through the bank.

“Well, we can’t have you bored.” Gilderoy said low, grinning, even as he took a step back to push a little more distance between them. What was he doing? This was just going to complicate everything.