#IM ALSO WORKING ON A HALLOWEEN WOLFSTAR

[sailormerky]

On Masque’s and Halloween

The steady beat of the bass filled Harry’s ears, drowning him for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of Masque’s. He reached for his wand, careful and smooth as he gazed over the crowd. The club wasn’t too busy for a Fridaynight, if anything it was almost slow. Patrons littered the room pleasing customers, all hidden behind masks and hair glamours. Harry turned to the front desk, flashing his auror badge before making a request.

“I’m here to see the Ice Prince.” Harry could laugh at how childish and pompous the name is but it’s the name his client had given him. He was handed a mask and asked to perform a glamour charm to his hair and scar before he was admitted inside the private rooms.

The room he was lead to was lavishly decorated in dark greens and blacks, Harry’s fingers skimmed the silver accented table. Granite, probably imported from Brazil...maybe the States, dark oak… He knocked on one of the legs, eyes narrowing slightly.

“It’s Walnut, black.” The voice startled Harry, causing him to spin around and face the person who stood with a slight smirk peeking under their black mask. Harry tilted his head, squinting. He knew that voice. Where? The ice prince was roughly two inches taller than Harry with a thin, lanky frame. He had alabaster skin and a light dusting of freckles over his shoulders, and hip bones that peeked over the edge of his silk bottoms. He was clad in a sheer robe that slipped down one shoulder and pooled at his elbow, and a tiny pair of silk boxers.

Harry licked his lip and sat on the love seat, “Sorry, habit.” He found himself entranced in the cool silver eyes that lurked behind thick blonde lashes, and the raven hair that contrasted so smoothly with the alabaster skin. The Ice Prince was entrancing.

Smooth, pearly white teeth peaked out between two soft pink lips as the Ice Prince smirked, “Aurors.” He spoke smoothly, gliding across the room to perch himself in Harry’s lap. “ All the same and yet,” He yanked Harry’s tie sharply, forcing a gasp from his throat, “ so willing to submit like a common whore.”

Harry’s hands landed on the Ice Prince’s hips, as he felt himself harden in his pants. His wedding ring glinted in the light, and it distracted him for a moment. He told Robard’s it wasn’t necassary for this role, but he insisted that most men that went to these bars were married. Harry tried to focus on his assignment, but the man in his lap was making sure he didn’t forget who was on charge. The original plan did not include getting this close to the Ice Prince, he originally came in to ask a few questions about a missing muggleborn man. Someone had stated the last place they’d seen him is leaving Masque’s after a visit with the Ice Prince.

“Ah-!” Harry’s  hips jerked as the Ice Prince ground down on him, “How… How did you know?” He licked his lip, head rolling back against the back of the loveseat, neck exposed. His viens throbbed in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing appealingly.

“What, Auror? Easy. It’s the way you stand, like you own the damn place. It’s the way you drink in the scene. It’s the damn clothing. I bet that you’re not even a natural brunette.” the man leaned in to lick up Harry’s neck, “ It’s the fact that only aurors book me for an hour without any sort of premeeting. Too scared your wives will find out that you want to be treated like garbage.”

Harry unhanded him like he had been burned, clawing off his ring and tossing it away from him. “Not married, just a ‘guise.” He tangled a hand in his hair and dragged him in for a kiss. The initiative took courage, something Harry didn’ t lack but also wasn’t expecting to do in the moment. And apparently neither had the Ice Prince. “ Do you have something less pretentious I can call you?” He asked, a string of spit connecting their lips.

Gorgeous slate eyes fluttered open to meet dark green, “Drake.” The rules of Masque’s were simple, there were only three. One, wear your protection (mask, glamour, condoms). Two, respect is mutual, it’s not earned here, it’s a given. And three, this is the big one, no names. Here Drake was giving in to the main rule, teasing the boundary. “And you?”

Harry hesitated a moment, “Harry.” The slate eyes flicked a moment before a smirk once more adorned his lips, and Drake was sliding off his lap to stand before him, tie still in hand. He yanked it sharply, “Down.” Harry swallowed and slid down to kneel at his feet, head bowed. “Good boy.”

It became a past time, Harry would find himself at Drake’s feet every friday. The thrill was hard to fight. He lost control with Drake, but they never talked about anything other than liquid sin. Today was different. He came two day earlier than normal, a Wednesday.

Halloween was always a bitter time of year for Harry James Potter. For starters, he lost his parents on Halloween when he was barely a year old, then he spent years in a cupboard watching Dudley dress up and return home with a giant bag full of sweet treats when he had to stay home and pass out candy under his uncle’s watchful gaze, and his first Halloween at Hogwarts was marked by almost losing Hermione to a giant troll. It’d gotten better over the years, but this year was going to be his favorite.

Harry fixed his mask a little more carefully, didnt bother with glamouring his hair other than to fix its chaotic appearance. (Drake had announced their previous visit that he had naturally black hair.) With a small confident smile he checked in and headed to Drake’s room. He entered and was surprised to see soft candlelight filling the room, the glow warm and pleasing. “Figured I’d set the mood.” A cool voice came from the sofa, and Harry turned to see Drake clad in a red and black corset, fish net stockings, and thin, tall stilleto heels. Drake turned a riding crop over in his hands and smirked, “Miss me?” and neither of them answer because they both know it’s obvious.

Harry lays post-orgasm in Drake’s arms, the other always takes the time to clean him up after. He takes time to brush his hair, and soothe a warm washcloth over his aching muscles. He’s always consistent with aftercare. Harry reaches up without turning, fingers finding the edge of his mask, and Drake lets him. Maybe thinking he was just feeling, but soon Harry found the silk ribbon that held his mask tight, and pulled. The mask fell away, and the ribbon pooled down Drake’s neck. Harry didn’t move, hardly dared to breathe as he waited for Drake to make the first move, kept his eyes forward before he felt Drake move to do the same with Harry’s mask. The glamour faded, a calming tingle filling his senses. “ Are you going to look, Potter? Or do you have to be told.” Drake’s voice was calm and soothing in his ear, prompting Harry to turn and take in the angular face and silver hair of Draco Malfoy.

It felt like the ground was going to give way as they stared at each other, eyes drinking each other in. “You know, it’s been nearly five years since I saw you last?” Harry said softly, getting comfortable in Draco’s lap once more. Draco shifted to wrap his arms around Harry again. “Happy Halloween, Draco.”

[otrtbs]

nat bestie sorry if this isn’t art heist, baby! related, but how are we feeling about the last chapter of choices dropping in approximately ONE hour because if i’m being honest i’m shitting myself like. we get james’ death today. wolfstar angst because they don’t trust each other. jily angst. peter’s ultimate betrayal. i am NOT ready

STOP IM NOT READY FOR ANY OF IT !!! AHH

I’m literally I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE half of me REALLY wants to wait for epilogue to come out so I read both at the same time and just have the conclusion

But!! Do I have that kind of self control and will power? Like ?? Probably not! And also,,, the second I see one quote about it I feel like I’ll fold so I either

1. Avoid the internet until the epilogue

2. Read the chapter now, and cry for a week until the epilogue

also ……. reading the death of James potter …. Reading the events of HALLOWEEN NIGHT it’s too much for me … the regulus cave chapter ???? I cried for 3 days. Deadass. I would wake up and remember and cry 💀 I WAS IN A SLUMP FOR A WEEK LIKE I WASNT A PERSON (fun fact: I started that chapter at work (I worked at my colleges front desk) thinking I could handle it,,, I WAS CRYING AT WORK WHILST ANSWERING THE PHONES AND GREETING PEOPLE I HAD TO STOP LMFAOOO)

James Potter love of my life 😭<3 all I know is PAIN

odds are I’ll probably read it tonight and weep! unless I am strong enough to avoid the internet

[colored-rain]

One of the things that I just CANNOT stop thinking about, is how the marauders' plans and lives were probably ALWAYS up to and aligned with the full moon.

•They probably memorised the full moons dates for the mext few years and knew them by heart, and then checked the calender again and again just to make sure.

•There was almost a full week every month that they tried to clear up of any plans, bc Remus was sometimes ill in the days leading to and following the full moon, and they didn't want him to miss anything.

•If something was planned, whether it was a party or a prank or a study session, it would be postponed, or moved to the infermary, or James and Sirius WOULD attend it, but try to make it as lame and boring as humanly possible so that there would be ZERO interesting stories to tell about it.

•When a teacher scheduled a test to a date they knew would be a problem, they protested with the lamest excuses until the text was rescheduled.

•Full moons would fall on horrible dates ALL THE TIME. Apparently Remus' luck just sucked, because for some reason it kept happening. Hogsmeade trips, birthdays, first and last days of school, halloween, christmas, valentines day, wolfstar's unniversary and thats not even all of it. The other marauders would do their best so that Remus wouldn't feel like he is missing anything, but it.. didn't always work.

•After he got disowned, Sirius forgot a moon. One moon. Remus said it was okay, but Sirius could not fogive himself, and decided he would never forget a moon ever again. He got the iconic moon tattoo that changes with the phases of the actual moon, so that he will always know when his moony needed him. Remus cried so hard when he saw it.

•Remus and Sirius' wedding was planned to fall exactly a week after a full moon, so that Remus will be back on his feet and feeling good but there were also a few more weeks for their honeymoon before the pre-moon simptoms would start to affect.

If you have any more headcanons, pls share them with me!

(English is not my first language, im sorry for any mistakes that you might see in this post♡ I was kinda scared to post it bc im not that sure of my English, but im trying to get over it)