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mischievouspotter:

“You cannot still have those,” Albus said, nearly choking as he burst into laughter at the thought. “God, those are so old. How the hell…” He wanted to ask why he had those after all this time, but he figured he knew the answer. Truth be told, Albus wished he’d had something of Mik’s this whole time, something other than his memories. Something to remind him of their time together while they had been apart. 

The whole time they walked, he couldn’t help but be reminded of all the time they shared, how they’d steal glances at each other in the halls and during class, how they’d sneak away in the dead of night when all in the castle was quiet. He’d wondered if that was all they’d ever be, just a forbidden romance. A passing fling. When he graduated and didn’t hear from Mikhail, he presumed that he was right, that the old professor hadn’t seen him more then a student, that he’d lost interest the moment the thrill of the risk had been lost.

He held his hands over his face as Mik turned the camera on him, a chuckle passing his lips. “Aw, come on. I’m nowhere near picture ready.” Albus clicked his tongue when he saw the picture. “Yeah, see? Not my best work, to say the least.” He said, rolling his eyes. He paused for a moment, grinning at the other with a wide, lopsided grin. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Of course I still have them, you idiot.” Mikhail said with a grin. “Are you forgetting how kinky as fuck I used to be?” He said jokingly, nudging the boy with his elbow. “Sometimes I like to put them on and stare at myself in the mirror, gets me all hot and bothered...” He teased with a smirk, crossing his arms as the wind beat against them. He fought through the breeze, and looked over at Albus with a smile, and all the feelings came back to him. 

He had loved Albus, and he still did in a way. The time they had shared was more than just a fling, it was unconditionally the best thing that had ever happened to him and, looking over at Albus and his stupidly messy hair, he smiled at the memory of their time together. His heart flipped in his chest as he walked closer and closer to the other boy, smiling to himself. 

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, looking at the photo proudly. “My excellent photography skills make you look like a total stud,” he said, lifting his camera and snapping another picture. And then an idea popped into his mind. “Oh wait,” he said, looking around to make sure they were alone. He took out his wand, and enchanted the camera so it floated in front of the two of them. “Come here,” he said, slinging his arm around Albus, pulling him close so that the hairs on his face tickled the side of the boy’s head. The camera went off with a flash and Mikhail lurched to catch it, flipping it around and admiring the photo for a second, before he turned to Albus with a smile that spoke a million words. “You know what?” He said, his teeth glistening in the low light. “I’m glad I’m back, too.”

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mischievouspotter:

“I mean, you could always learn some restraint and not open them out in the open.” Albus laughed, burying his face in his hands while he shook his head. He loved how easy it had always been with Mik, and how easily they were able to pick up the pieces. “I am good at a lot of things,” he agreed, a mischievous smirk appearing on his features. “I’m sure you can attest to how good I am at them, too.”

Albus threw his hands up defensively as Mikhail rolled his eyes. “Start what? I’m not doing anything.” It was the boy’s turn to roll his eyes as Mik picked up his camera. “I knew it. You do want dirty pictures. What, need a visual for your, erm, personal time?” He teased with a waggle of his eyebrows as he posed. Al rose from his chair, stifling a laugh. “Oi, you can’t go anywhere looking like that,” he said, reaching over to wipe the newly acquired milk mustache above Mikhail’s lip with his thumb.

He paused, his hand still resting on the other’s cheek, wanting to take the man’s lips for his own. It had been so long since he had last experienced Mikhail’s kiss, just being this close to him was making it difficult to resist the urge. He had to force himself to behave – at least, for now. Slowly, Albus pulled his hand back, gently biting down on his lip. “Right. Now we can go.”

“Yes, Mr Potter,” Mik said, regarding Albus for a moment. “You have a great many… talents. That is true.” And, even though he tried his best to conceal it, the blush crept onto his chest as easy as water and he was just lucky that the blood was rushing to his cheeks, and not somewhere else entirely. 

Mikhail shrugged, holding his camera up. “Why would I need dirty pictures now, Albus, when I still have those little pink boxers you just ‘left’ in my house. I do think they are enough to keep me occupied for whatever spare time I get,” he said, turning to leave before Albus stopped him. He stood defenceless as Albus lifted his thumb to his face, wiping away the cream from his lips, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, and goosebumps raising on his arms instantly. He felt a pull towards the boy then, like Albus was the centre of the earth and Mikhail was being pulled towards him, his lips suddenly feeling cold and the only way they could warm up were if Albus’ lips were against them. He was thankful (kind of) when Albus pulled away, the want fading away, but still itching at the back of his mind.

“Right,” Mikhail nodded, leading the boy outside and across the road and into the small woodland area, the day still warm and sunny. As he walked, the sunlight streaming through the canopy of trees, he kept sneaking glances at Albus, and how he looked so radiant in the early afternoon light. “It’s beautiful here,” the man said, looking away from Albus to finally acknowledge the world around him. He lifted the camera to snap a few pictures, knowing that the woodland images would entertain his Bowtruckle, Woody, who could not be trusted to leave the house without going on his own adventures and eventually getting lost. He turned to Albus, raising the camera and snapping a picture of the boy, smiling at the goofy expression as he looked at the picture in the gallery. “Wow,” he said, turning the image to the boy. “Has anyone ever told you that you are adorable?”

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mischievouspotter:

Mik left him? Albus would argue that point, he never once thought about his old professor after graduation. To him, it felt as though he had been the one that did the leaving. He didn’t blame Mikhail for leaving the country at all; if he were in Mik’s shoes, he probably would have done the same. He snorted at the picture comment, thankful he hadn’t been taking a drink at that moment. “Careful what you wish for. You might wake up to a letterbox full of nothing but dick pics.” He teased, finally raising his coffee to drink.

A pout overtook his features, Albus slumped slightly in his chair. “And here I was thinking about giving up quidditch for the stage. That bad, eh? Can’t even play myself?” God it felt good to be in Mik’s company again. There were only two people in the world that Albus felt complete around, and while he’d never lost the one, he was so glad the other had come back. 

For a moment, Albus lost himself in the other man’s gaze. Mikhail’s eyes were hypnotizing as they stared at him, Albus always said he could stare at them all day. That sentiment, no matter the length of time that had passed, never changed. “Why, are you asking me on a date, Mr. Rykov?” The younger man jested, just like the old days. Al’s eyes lit up as they landed on the camera, briefly thinking back to their time in France. “Oh, so more than a date. You’re asking me for dirty pictures.” He teased, winking at the other man. “This had better be some walk.”

“They actually have this thing called text now, so you could literally send them to directly to my phone.” Mikhail said, tilting his head with a grin. “You know, save me having to run out to my post box and get a boner in public. My neighbours would be horrified.” 

Mikhail chuckled loudly, giving his head a cock. “Well, I guess we all can’t be good at everything. And you, Mr Potter, are good at a lot of things.” The man said, his grin evident on his red face. There were a lot of things that Mikhail loved to do, and being with Albus was most definitely one of them. Everything just flowed with him, the conversation was never stunted and he was never lost. If he were being honest, Albus was probably Mikhail’s favourite person, and that was all there was to it. 

“Don’t start,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Call it what you like, Potter, but I know that if I asked you out on a real date you’d probably swoon yourself into a grave, so.” He said, standing up and finishing his drink in one gulp, getting milk on the stubble above his lip. “And since you are no longer my student,” Mikhail began, holding up his camera and aiming it at the boy. “I can take as many pictures of you as I want without breaking child protection laws,” he said, snapping a photo. “Come on, then. Let’s bounce.”

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“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play? Like you didn’t do anything?” He laughed, crossing his arms for a moment. “I invited you, I’m supposed to pay. Now I owe you a favor. And you know how I feel about owing people favors.” A smirk crossed his face as he again leaned forward, this time leaving his hand draped over the edge of the table as a silent offer.

Albus couldn’t help but chuckle at Mik’s impersonation of him. “That’s bloody horrible. You didn’t get any of my charisma in that shrug at all. You gotta be more nonchalant about it like,” he paused to demonstrate. “You were too chalant.” Now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he had actually told Mik what had actually gotten him through that mess, that he wouldn’t have made it through if it hadn’t been for Scorpius. Al still felt a pang of shme every time he thought about that night, how he was so close to giving up. That sinking feeling in his gut was why he never said anything to Mikhail about it. He didn’t want the other to view him any differently, and he had somewhat always been afraid of that.

He leaned on the table, lifting his cup with one hand as a smirk crossed his face. “To many more adventures, then.” He said as a toast, knocking his coffee gently into Mikhail’s. 

“That’s a crappy rule. After all, I’m the one who skipped the country and left you, so it’s the least I can do.” Mikhail said, leaning over and smiling, almost sadly. He did regret his trip, in a way. There was a sadness he carried the whole time, a thought that ate away at him everytime he say a dragon take flight or he watched the gentle flick of a merman’s tail as he swam alongside the merpeople; Albus. He regretted leaving him behind, so as long as he lived and breathed, he would be repaying Albus for that mistake. “Besides, if you really want to make up for it. You could slip a photo of your dick in my letterbox. Would be much appreciated.” He said with a gentle grin, softening the tone of the meeting. 

He let out a hearty chuckle, flashing his teeth as he lifted his mug to suppress his laughter. He watched the boy’s impression and leaned forward with a scowl, “Hm. That was poor. I’m afraid you won’t be getting the role.” He said with a grin, leaning towards Albus and clipping him on the shoulder. “Don’t quit your day job.”

He looked over at the boy, surveying his every feature, especially the curve of his signature grin, and how it was so sharp Mikhail was sure he would cut his lips if he leaned in for a kiss. He lifted his mug with a wide smile, holding it in the toast for a moment, keeping the gaze, before dropping it and sipping on his drink. He felt a blush creep on to his face as he looked back at the boy once again. “I say we start off these adventures with a little stroll,” he said, dropping his hand in to his bag and taking out his camera. “After all. Look what I brought.”

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mischievouspotter:

A pang of guilt hit him as Mik explained. Once he had graduated Hogwarts, he was immediately drafted by Puddlemere – he was sure that had something to do with his father being friends with Oliver Wood, but Albus wasn’t going to complain. He loved the team and he loved quidditch, but only just now did he realize what that had cost him. He hadn’t given Mik a second thought once he stepped foot on that pitch. Albus had told himself that he had to stop thinking about his professor, that there was no chance of them after he had graduated. He had himself so convinced that the only thing that held them together was how forbidden their relationship had been. He knew on his end that wasn’t true, that he held feelings much stronger than he had ever anticipated for the other. He had just assumed it was one sided, it was easier to think it was.

Now that Mikhail was standing next to him, he knew that was a mistake. Why hadn’t he tried writing him? Why did he just let Mik fade into a distant memory? Al’s brow furrowed as thees thoughts filled his head, barely registering that Mik had paid for what was supposed to be his treat. “Oi, I saw that. Don’t think I’m not gonna pay you back for that.”  Al insisted as they took their seats, the urge to reach over for the other’s hand was overwhelming as he sat across from Mikhail. “Easily one of the best days I’ve had,” Albus said, smiling fondly at the memory of their first trip together. It was memorable for so much more than saving the poor creature, he could feel a blush creep to his cheeks as he was reminded of their first time together. It had been so freeing, their trip to France. Just the two of them, away from prying eyes and judgement…

“Oh, me?” He ran his hand over the back of his neck, a soft chuckle passing his lips. “You know, quidditch.” He said with a shrug. “Nothin’ too exciting, especially compared to the adventures you’ve probably been having. Wish I could’ve gone. We had the best adventures.”

“You saw what?” Mikhail grinned, playing it off as though nothing had happened. In all honesty, he barely even gave paying for Albus a second thought, it just came naturally. As he leaned back in his seat, he smiled over at the boy as he lifted his mug to his lips, sipping on the tea, before setting it down on the table. He smiled at the memory of their trip to Paris, “Easily the best trip of my life. I imagine it would be shit if you didn’t come with me.” He said, shrugging. It was true, Mikhail could never imagine a life where he never grew as close as he did to Albus on that trip to France and, quite frankly, he didn’t want to imagine a life that didn’t involve him feeling what the boy’s touch felt like against his skin. Or the way his lips tasted of green grass and clean air. 

He snapped himself back, trying not to get carried away in his thoughts. “Here’s the thing I’ve noticed from teaching you for four years, Potter… you have this whole modesty thing where you could literally do the most badass thing in the world, like surviving that attack on the campout, and coming out the other side like,” he shrugged melodramatically. “‘Oh you know, nothing exciting.’” He chuckled softly. “You literally have the coolest life, but yes. I agree. We did have the best adventures…” he trailed off, biting his lip for a tiny moment. “Hopefully we still have some good adventures ahead of us.”

As his nervousness began to eat away at him, he allowed himself to steal a thought as to the many adventures that they could be having. All the corruption in society, all of the creature abuse that they could be stopping. Mikhail knew as much as he knew anything that he was a better person for having Albus in his life, and to finally have him back, sitting in front of him like a portrait of purity, was a blessing from a God if there is one. 

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mischievouspotter:

He couldn’t help but smirk at the implication of the words ‘or something’ – and given their track record ‘or something’ was very likely to happen. Al was glad to see that Mik was the same as he remembered, still the man that he had developed such a strong connection with. And it was even better that so far it seemed like the two would be able to pick up where they left off, falling right back into their old bantering ways. Albus reached out and tugged at the elbow of the other’s jacket, nodding his head back towards the door. “Come on, I saw somewhere a little bit on down the road.”

As he headed towards the cafe, he found himself wanting to reach for Mikhail’s hand, to see if their hands still fit together perfectly as they once did. While he debated whether he should or not, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time they had held hands, how natural it felt that night on the pitch with just the two of them and a bottle of firewhiskey. If he recalled correctly, it was a night much like the one they walked in now. Albus cleared his throat and turned towards the other. “So…. what’ve you been up to? Saving more animals from their cruel owners?”

Mikhail smiled widely as he followed the other outside, walking side by side with Albus, their arms brushing against one another’s as they walked. As they neared the cafe, suddenly, Mik wished that they both weren’t wearing any layers whatsoever so he could feel the tingle as his skin brushed against the other’s and how he felt Albus melt under his touch. If it weren’t for Albus’ words, he may have even delved deeper into his thoughts, possibly to the point of no return. 

“I left Hogwarts as soon as you graduated,” Mikhail said, shrugging. “I… I, well, I didn’t see any reason in staying with you gone. So I just left, and travelled again.” He explained, slightly embarrassed to be so blunt about the reason for his resignation. He watched as Albus graduated, melted under the sight of his wide smile and even stole him to the side, and kissed him one last time before he left the doors of Hogwarts forever. As he packed up his bags to leave the castle himself, the kiss still warm on his lips, he realised that he would not have Albus to save him at the end of every day, so he wrote his letter of resignation the same day as Albus’ graduation and never looked back. 

Until now. Albus stimulated his looking back, and he smiled at the memories they shared. “I did save some creatures, but none as exciting as when you saved that Phoenix. That was legendary,” he said as they entered the cafe, his hand brushing against the others as they approached the counter. “Your usual, yeah?” Mik said, before ordering and paying for the drinks before collecting them and sitting down with them at a little table by the window. “What about you, then? What has Mr. Potter done with his life?”

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In all honesty, Albus hadn’t been prepared for this meeting. Mikhail had meant a lot to him in his younger years – still meant a lot to him. But when whatever they had been had come to and end, Albus never thought he was ever going to see him again. He was overwhelmed with excitement, but also he was anxious as the other embraced him, his arms instinctively wrapping around Mikhail’s waist so easily as they had once before. He still smells like parchment, Al thought as his chin rested in the crook of the other’s neck, again reminded of their secret rendezvous during his Hogwarts years.

If Mik had never let go, Al would have been alright with that. It was oddly comforting, being back in the other’s arms. Familiar. He grinned at the response, glad to hear that things have been good, as vague of an answer as it was. Or perhaps he was just happy to be in the other’s presence again, Albus couldn’t tell. “Good,” he repeated, running a hand through his hair before it settled on the back of his neck.  “Are you, uh, are you doing anything right now? We should grab coffee or something and catch up.”

The embrace felt strangely natural. So incredibly human in its own right, and Mikhail was sure that the distance between over the years had only made his heart beat that little bit faster for the man he held in his arms. During his school years what they had was so secret, something that only happened by locked doors. But now, holding Albus firmly in his arms, he had no reason to fear what they had. He had no reason to want to hide his affection. So he pulled Albus as closely as he could, so tight he thought his arms would break, and was thankful for what they had shared in the past because now they didn’t have to keep it a secret.

Mikhail smiled down at the other, noting that the height difference between the two still remained as prominent as ever. He smiled at his next words, trying to not let his giddiness overtake his whole face. “I,” he said, before letting out an almost nervous chuckle. “I am doing sweet fuck all right now, and we most definitely should get a coffee ‘or something’.” He grinned at the boy, bending down to pick up the book, making sure it was in its correct place, before turning to Albus once more. “Lead the way.”

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Having nothing else to do that afternoon, Albus had taken to roaming the streets, mindlessly wandering into the book shop. It wasn’t often he’d made his way to the muggle side of London, what with practice and everything keeping him busy most of the time. But that afternoon’s practice had been canceled, leaving him the time to do as he pleased. And something that day told him that this side of town was where he needed to be. He browsed the shelves, his fingers running along the entire row, but came to a stop when he heard his name. His heart quickened in pace, realizing he had recognized the voice.

Slowly, Albus turned to face his old professor, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Mik.” The nickname rolled so easily off his tongue, as if it hadn’t been so long since they had last seen each other. In all honesty, although it had been quite some time, seeing Mikhail again brought back every single memory he had of the other man as if they had just happened yesterday. “Long time, no see, yeah? How’ve you been?”

There was that voice once again. That goofy, playful voice that run through Mikhail like water. He had not known that he had needed that sound so much in his life until he heard it tickle his ears after so very long, and he couldn’t help but light up. Suddenly, all those days he had spent travelling seemed pointless and all he had wanted them to be were days spent with the younger Potter boy. He wanted to sit across from him after the school day, pretending to be marking papers, but actually just stealing glances at Albus as he did his homework, and how he bit his lip when he concentrated too hard. Albus was so unadulteratedly handsome, and this was no more true than it the little moment when they came together after so long. 

He stared at the boy, well the man now, with an opened mouth, completely in shock in this encounter and in awe of Albus altogether. “I’ve been…” he said, slightly lost for words, before he shook his head and bounded towards the other. Within a few steps, he was in front of the boy and the air tasted of warm French summer days, and his skinned felt so beautifully kissed. Reaching out, he bent down, and pulled Albus towards him, his hands running over the boy’s back and feeling the muscles there that were so much more prominent than they were years ago. “I’m good,” he chuckled softly, holding the man for a little while longer, before letting him go and stepping back. “How about yourself?”

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Mikhail stepped out of the wind swept street and into a small bookshop, sheltering from the icy cold breeze. He let down his hood and looked around, the familiar warmness of the store filling his bones and making a small smile tickle his lips. He pulled his backpack tighter on his shoulders and went deeper into the aisles of books, running his fingers along the spines until his fingers stop on a book about dragons. Supposed muggle fiction, of course. But little did they know they had it mostly right. Except for the age-old talking dragons. J.R.R Tolkien had a lot of things down, but Smaug was too fake for Mikhail to read through without laughing.

He had plucked a book off the shelf, lifting it to his nose and remembering the smell of fresh parchment in his days working at Hogwarts, before he left to travel the world once again, and smiled as the scent filled his senses. His thoughts were delving deeper into his teaching days when he was torn from his mind to the last person he ever would have thought to see, especially in a muggle book store. “Albus?” He said, snapping to book shut and reaching out to place it back in the shelf, but missing it, the book falling to the floor. He barely noticed it, however, his whole being completely captivated by the boy in front of him. “Holy shit. Albus!”