Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 May 2017
'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.
Bookmarked by Toulouseluce
22 Apr 2018
' "I'm here, live at the 109th Academy Awards, where Tobio Kageyama and Shouyou Hinata have just arrived, on the scene—"
Online, Twitter is exploding. Tumblr is having a meltdown. Fans who can't attend the event host viewing parties at home or liveblog their reactions as they watch the show. Fandom's darlings have finally made their entrance.
They get cornered by the press almost immediately. Shouyou beams and sticks two hands into the air in an attempt to wave at all the cameras at once. Tobio's hands remain stuck firmly in his pockets, but he doesn't shy away from the cameras, either, directing his cool blue stare at all of them and none of them at the same time.'
The road to fame is a long one. There are ups and downs, peaks and valleys, good times and the bad. To Hollywood, they're still outsiders; to the studios—money. To the public, they are idols.
But to each other, they are best friends. That's the only billing that matters.
'Everything is on display because the vision in front of him is only wearing a pair of miniscule, navy blue briefs, that hug his upper thighs and his ample package and, Hinata is sure, his ass in back. Because even before he slowly, slowly looks up, he knows that the eyes he's about to meet are a devastating match for that rich blue. There's no way Hinata would forget the contours of the body standing before him. Especially not after staring at them in hyper-close detail the night before.
He stumbles backwards belatedly, all the color draining from his face, all the words swiftly vacating his mind, as he locks eyes with Kageyama Tobio, so very in the flesh.'
Kageyama Tobio is an alarmingly hot underwear model, and Hinata is just the hapless loser who gets paid to stare at pictures of his ass. All their face-to-face encounters are, to put it mildly, disastrous. Kageyama has yet to notice.
"The last time we started with kissing," Hinata fills in. "That was…"
"It wasn't the worst," Kageyama murmurs, leaning in to find out if it will continue to be not the worst. Then he hears it, a nervous thought, passing nearly too quickly for him to catch: What if it's not the same?
Kageyama closes the nearly non-existent gap between them in an instant. Hinata shakes—one full-body shiver, when their lips meet.
Kageyama wonders, almost in retaliation, what if it's better?
Kageyama can't hear Hinata inside his head anymore; he's trying to figure out why this bothers him.
- Part 2 of My Stupid Magical Husband
“You look,” Kageyama starts, and his face burns red - really, really red, tomato red, so red Hinata thinks something might actually be wrong with him - and then he coughs, and he chokes, and he rubs the back of his hand over his mouth. When he speaks again, his words are all muffled and rolled into one big ball on his tongue.
“You look incredible. Can you keep the stockings on?”
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19 Apr 2018