rivals to lovers

“Jesus,” he blurted. “What—?” “Sorry, sorry,” she interrupted, closing her eyes and pressing a hand to her forehead. “I just…sorry, give me a second to clear my head.” She refused to explain why the first thing he’d seen when entering her mind was a rather vivid recollection of her last masturbation session. How embarrassing. She thought about walking in a forest – the least sexy thing she could think of – and then doubled down by picturing herself in the Quidditch stands at Hogwarts. In the rain. In January. “Okay.” She exhaled and met his eyes again. “Okay, it’s safe now. Go ahead.” He looked dubious but raised his wand and spoke the incantation again. --- Or, Hermione can't remember an important piece of intel and so Draco is assigned to help find it.

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.