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Tweak says, "Yes. I will marry you."

bl_collin (bl_collin) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-08-02 22:04:00

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!retcon, collin haussler (oc), dec 2002, loc: falcons team flats, loc: london, nicholas fleming (npc), oliver wood, type: rp

Awful Truth
Date & Time: Saturday, 28 December 2002 | Evening
Post Type: RP
Status: Complete
Character(s): Collin Haussler, Oliver Wood, other Falcons as needed/wanted
Location: Falmouth Falcons Training Facility and Team Flats
Summary: The Falcons deal with the aftermath of an incident at their most recent game
Retcon Info: Picks up after this thread, except with it pushed back to the 20th and other Dec threads pushed back accordingly. No major changes.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking, Haussler?”

Fleming’s voice carried into the common area, but Collin simply sat there, gazing down at his hands in his lap. He was tired in a way that he hadn’t been since he’d been in hiding just because of his blood status. The ferocity he had shown on the pitch just a few hours ago had vanished altogether when the Magical Games Department’s owl had arrived with a very formal looking document that said, in part, “…suspended, pending a formal review.”

It might well have been a howler as much as the words were echoing around his head. “I’m serious, Collin,” Fleming was saying; his voice had gone hoarse from all of the shouting he had done both at the match and in the subsequent hours, at him, at the team, and at the officials. “What the hell happened out there?”

Collin glanced up at his captain, but couldn’t hold his gaze. “I couldn’t let him say that about Elena,” he mumbled, and felt his face grow warm. “You didn’t hear him.”

As excuses went, it was really bad. It had been really bad at the time, of course, kind of the worse, but his rational mind had been temporarily obliterated by blind fury and the sort of bone-deep grief that he wasn’t even aware he was capable of feeling until he was dragging the other man 50 feet to the ground, fists pummeling every square inch he could get his hands on. His own throat still felt raw from the primal screams that had been ripped from him as he attacked. It was only their hard landing that had finally snapped him out of it. Collin had taken the brunt of that landing, still had the burn of healing ribs to show for it, the ache of newly patched lungs reminding him of his shocking display with every shallow breath.

Fleming stared at him, he could sense it, could feel the weight of his disapproval in the shadow that loomed over him. “We’ll fight this,” the other man said, and Collin saw the shadow unfold his arms, saw one of them start to reach out toward him, but it fell back to his side. Even his shadow looked tired. “We’ll get you reinstated, but it’s pretty likely that the Department will drag their feet on this. We’re not exactly the golden child of the league. Merlin, Collin, you almost killed him.”

He winced, but otherwise didn’t move or say anything else. Fleming pushed out a slow sigh, and then walked to his office door and pulled it open. “Pack a few things, and then head to your parents’ place. The Department’s letter was very clear about this point. We’ll owl you with any updates.”

Collin nodded his understanding miserably, pushed himself to stand stiffly, and then left the office. This was officially the worst day ever.

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bl_collin
2017-08-15 01:43 am UTC (link)

Was it possible to die from gentleness? Collin thought it much more likely that it would be from mortification. For the precious seconds that it took for Oliver to turn them, in which he clung to the other man like he was the only broom standing between him and a ten thousand foot drop, he felt alternately grateful and so fucking frustrated at himself for not being able to hide his pain better. Of course, the latter was met with internal derision, because that was just stupid. The whole point of this was to serve as a good distraction to one another, and not to injure himself further.

Anytime Oliver kissed one of his bruises, however, Collin felt an ache deep inside that had nothing to do pain. He groaned and shivered at each tender caress. Part of him wanted to beg Oliver to stop, because he didn't deserve it. He'd been so stupid, and here was Oliver, trying to protect him (like always), trying to ease his mind and body. Honestly, Collin just wanted to cry, but he shut that down with vicious finality. No. He was not going to fuck this up. This was what he wanted: Oliver's body above him, gorgeous in the London lights coming in from the window. "Yeah. Yes," he said on a sigh, running his hands up and down Oliver's sides. "So much better."

He managed to raise his hips to accommodate the removal of the rest of his clothes, sighing, as it brought him chest to chest with Oliver for several moments. He kicked them off the rest of the way a little impatiently, until they fell off the foot of the bed. And then he was kissing every part of Oliver he could reach with lips, tongue and teeth: chest, shoulder, neck, mouth, the shell of his ear. His hands roved over the other man's back, the calm gentleness a short reprieve in Collin's need to feel something other than creeping horror and bone-deep anxiety.

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bl_oliver
2017-08-19 11:23 am UTC (link)

Oliver wasn't sure if it was only Collin's injury, or something else, but much of his playfulness vanished as he shifted his weight to one arm to free one of his hands to stroke Collin's newly-exposed skin. The way Collin's body moved under his was near torture—such amazing torture—mollified only by the way Collin's mouth seemed to blaze a heated path everywhere he could reach, not to mention the man's hands on his back. At least it chased away the worry for now, or twisted it into an intense attention toward replacing Collin's pain with something far better.

He snaked one hand between them for a touch that was rather tentative, though only in an effort to keep himself from ploughing forward at breakneck speed. A part of him wanted that, but he knew coming down from this high might be less satisfying than usual. Or no, not less satisfying—because being with Collin was always that—but it was simply farther to fall to reach the place they'd been only a few minutes ago. So while he took full advantage of Collin's arousal and relatively vulnerable position under him, it was with deliberation and a slow, steady movement of hand and body.

Though Merlin knew how he managed it, given how keyed up he was himself. He groaned into the crook of Collin's neck as he nipped at the skin there, a counterpoint to the other, softer touches.

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bl_collin
2017-08-19 06:35 pm UTC (link)

Collin hummed his pleasure against Oliver's skin as the other man wrapped his fingers him in a touch that was just shy of too soft. He huffed through the sensation, hips chasing after it, but they were small, jerky movements, not terribly coordinated. His kisses became more desperate, open-mouthed and messy, lips dragging across skin, and fingers digging into Oliver's shoulders and sides.

He wanted to moan words, sharp invectives to let Oliver know what kind of sweet torment this was, but they wouldn't come. He could barely make a sound, though the nip against his chest caused a small cry to startle out of him, and he arched up against him. "O-Oliver..."

Reaching down, he slid his hand around Oliver, though his movements, his touch had almost none of the gentleness that the other man was showing. His eyes, heretofore shut to try to amplify the sensations going through him, opened and settled on Oliver's face, intense and intent. He moved his other hand up Oliver's side, along his chest, his neck, and then pressed it against the side of his face. He chewed his lip for a moment, torn.

Why did tonight, right now, feel so different? It was always so easy between them, simple. Just a couple of blokes letting off steam. "Oliver," he tried again, on the back of a sigh and a kiss that was at complete odds to what his other hand was doing, how it moved against him. They joked, made playful demands, spoke often of wants, desires, but never really- "I need you inside of me."

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bl_oliver
2017-09-02 01:21 am UTC (link)

Oliver's gaze flicked from Collin's eyes, down to the fascinating way he worried his lip between his teeth, and then back to his eyes. Despite the intensity of the other man's touch, it was Collin's expression that held him captive. It didn't matter how much he tried to tell himself that they were simply taking advantage of their arrangement to take distraction and comfort where they could; this wasn't distraction, nor was it simple. He didn't need Collin's words for that to finally sink in. The thing he didn't know was whether this had always been there beneath the surface, or if it was only the circumstances bringing it out in them.

It was with all of that behind it that Oliver pulled his lips back up to Collin's and kissed him hard. If he hadn't already been out of breath, he was drawing air in near-gasps when he pulled back a fraction, all thoughts of Collin's injuries pushed so far in the back of his mind that they were almost non-existent. "Yes," he managed between breaths, and he reluctantly drew his hand away from Collin's soft skin to fumble for his wand, which he was fairly sure he'd managed to get onto the bedside table. "Collin, I—"

His fingers found his wand, and other words were chased away as he murmured the spells they needed for safety and comfort. He was surprised he even remembered them, given how long it had been since he'd been with anyone like this. But then, they were the sorts of spells that were cast during moments that it was impossible to think—and this certainly fit the bill. He put his wand aside again and shifted his body slightly, guiding Collin to shift as well, but without moving away from him any more than was necessary. Raising his hand, he stroked Collin's cheek, studying the other man's eyes for a moment. It wasn't hesitation. It was...he didn't know. Oliver only knew he needed that connection as he slowly pushed inside him.

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bl_collin
2017-09-03 04:13 am UTC (link)

There was a second- brief, but agonizing- where Collin wasn’t sure if he had overstepped, but then there was Oliver, kissing away that doubt with a passion that felt like certainty. Even so, Oliver's yes came as a bit of a relief, a concrete acknowledgment that the other man wanted this, wanted him too. The cutoff Collin, I-, however, burned through him, made him want to know what it was that Oliver was going to say, wondered if it might be hesitation or reluctance.

He watched the other man closely, then tracked his movements as Oliver fumbled for, and then grabbed his wand. For just a moment, Collin was genuinely confused, but it dawned on him an instant later, and he forced himself to relax, knowing what those murmured words would do to him. It was by no means his first time doing this, though he usually preferred the other way around, but it had been a few years since he’d done either. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was how it would feel when Oliver did it. A faint tremor hummed along his nerve endings, shaking his limbs minutely.

A part of him hoped Oliver wouldn’t notice as he moved them into a more comfortable position, but the errant thought was chased away when the other man’s hand found the side of his face. Collin leaned into it, unabashed and unashamed, but didn’t break his gaze from Oliver’s face; something was happening between them, he could sense it, but couldn’t, refused, to name it. This wasn’t just physical. It was so much more than that. He gave a tiny nod, one hand coming up to cover the one on his cheek, the other tracing up Oliver’s arm and stopping at his shoulder.

As gentle and slow as Oliver was being, there was still a not inconsiderable amount of discomfort to contend with. Tearing his gaze away, Collin pushed his head back against the plush hotel pillows, breath coming in short, shallow gasps and the muscles in his neck going taut. He drew his legs up so that they wrapped around Oliver’s hips, shaking with the sensations roiling through his body. The smallest of sounds pushed out of him every few breaths, until Oliver stopped moving, now flush against him.

He was already so close, even with just this, but he had more self-control that that, dammit. His breathing evened out, and Collin managed to look up at Oliver again, offering him a shaky grin. He pressed his heels into the back of the other man’s thighs, which- as happy accident would have it- also served to push him deeper. A long groan left him at that, but he managed to summon the reserves of his brain power to say in a remarkably steady voice, “Gonna need you to move, mate."

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bl_oliver
2017-09-03 09:50 pm UTC (link)

Oliver laughed roughly at the near-command, winding his fingers into Collin's hair just to have something else to concentrate on other than the near perfection of that moment. "Working on it," he said, still laughing as he pressed his face into that spot on Collin's neck just below his jaw. He dragged his lips across the skin, not quite nipping as he tested his control and started to move.

"Gods, Collin," he said on the backside of a moan as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. It was all he could do to keep his movements steady and not give in to the desire to take all that Collin could offer him. The legs around him pulled him in again and again with satisfying strength, bringing to mind Collin's superb form on a broom, and that drove him onward even harder.

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bl_collin
2017-09-04 05:40 pm UTC (link)

Oliver’s hand moving to his hair- and, God, he didn’t want to admit what that did to him- freed his own to do what he really wanted to do, which was to finally get both hands on the expanse of the other wizard’s well-muscled back. Whatever other control Collin managed to keep evidently did not extend to his fingers, as they glided, dug and pulled against Oliver’s skin. Distantly, he hoped he wasn’t leaving bruises, but it was difficult to feel sensible under the current circumstances.

He huffed out his own breathless laugh in answer to Oliver’s that quickly became a moan as the other man began to move in earnest. The angle of their bodies pushed him against Oliver’s stomach with each thrust. A low, broken sound stuttered out from the back of his throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight until he saw stars.

“O-Oliver,” he gasped, opening them again, wide and staring into the other man’s face. Saying his name was a mistake, seemed to have broken the carefully constructed dam that blocked his words from his mouth. “Fuck… fuck, ‘m so fucking close. What the fuck are you doing to me? Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop."

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bl_oliver
2017-09-04 06:53 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know," Oliver gasped, unable to think clearly enough to attempt saying something clever, or at least something less revealing. The truth was that he didn't know what he was doing, to Collin or to himself. His emotions thrummed in a jumbled tune with his body, and they both were building to levels he wouldn't have thought possible. His eyes were locked with Collin's as he said, "But me too. Gods, me too."

Any further words he might have said were swallowed by the rhythm of his breathing quickly turning into far more primal sounds as Collin's hands—Merlin, Collin's everything—took away all ability to control himself. He couldn't bring himself to mind as it belated occurred to him in that haze that he'd meant his statement as something other than agreement with how close he was. Though that was certainly true, too, and he chose to focus on that rather than the amorphous sense of more that tempered the stroke of his fingers through Collin's hair and the kiss that he pressed on the other man's lips when that gaze finally became more than he could handle.

Oliver managed to lean his weight on the arm that curled under Collin's head, freeing the other to slide down his partner's body with purpose, stopping to grip his hip and increase the precision of their movements. It was only a subtle change, but there was something about that tiny shift that brought him right to the edge in only a few thrusts. "I can't—" he started, and then had to stop talking to concentrate on holding out just a little longer. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, but instead he found himself unable to hold back a cry as he came, pulling Collin to him as if the man might disappear.

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bl_collin
2017-09-04 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Collin was losing himself in Oliver, in his body, in the sounds he was making, the way his fingers tugged at his hair. He gazed at him avidly, drinking in every piece he could, only breaking it when Oliver leaned in to kiss him again. He gently bit at Oliver’s lower lip, legs trembling as Oliver moved his hand down his body.

And then he was there, and Collin felt a sob rip from his chest. The pleasure was intense, just skating the knife’s edge of pain. He couldn’t string thoughts together long enough to say anything sensible, so his mouth only worked around choked sounds. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He was finally beginning to understand the phrase la petite mort.

It was Oliver’s cry that cut through to his conscious mind, and he dragged the other wizard’s face to his, capturing the last of his gasps with his mouth. The rhythm of their hips began to slow, but Collin still chased his own end. In seconds, almost crushed against Oliver, he had tipped into that delicious cresting wave that left him with a punched-out grunt. He shuddered in Oliver’s arms, his own gripped tightly around the other man’s back.

“Fuck,” he murmured against Oliver’s neck, pressing slow, loose kisses there once he’d regained his breath. “Why haven’t we done that sooner?"

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bl_oliver
2017-09-04 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"No idea," Oliver said, though it wasn't exactly true. They'd never done this because their relationship had always been friendly and casual, and this was anything but casual. What he didn't know was why that thought sent a part of his brain into a panic state, and the rest of it into contented silence. For now, the relaxed part of his brain won out, and he lazily stroked the back of Collin's neck and made pleased little noises as Collin's lips brushed over his neck. After a moment, he remembered Collin's injury and attempted to support at least a bit of his own weight again, but he couldn't bring himself to roll away just yet. "All right?"

He pulled their lips back together again before Collin had a chance to answer, and for a few minutes he was caught up in that kiss, which he deepened enough to satisfy his lingering desire, but kept slow enough to let their breathing continue to recover. He shivered, belatedly struck by the continued intimacy of it, but also by the possibility that this would all disappear once they left this bed. Was it possible that this was a fluke brought on by the stress of today's events? Why did that idea feel like such a punch in the gut?

Oliver pulled back just enough to take in Collin's face, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly before saying, "We should have. This is...." He nuzzled Collin's cheek, unable to decide on the right words for a moment. Finally, he settled for kissing his jaw and saying softly, "I want this. With you."

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bl_collin
2017-09-05 12:06 am UTC (link)

It was more amusing than anything else that any reply that Collin might have given to Oliver's statements and questions were being chased away by the other wizard's greedy mouth. Collin couldn't even begin to bring himself to mind. He smiled into the kiss, tracing lazy, listless patterns around Oliver's back and shoulders. It was easy- perhaps a little too much so- to forget anything outside of them in this bed right at this moment, but there was an ache in his sides that was making itself known again. Bastard body.

And then, just like that, Oliver's words made him forget it all over again. He felt breathless in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with his injuries or what they had just done- no, that wasn't right. It had everything to do with what they'd just done. He'd thought about it, sure, entertained the notion more than once, but he'd never been sure about Oliver's side of things. Collin took Oliver's face in his hands, pulling it up so that he could look him in the face. "God, me too," he admitted in an almost-whisper. "For a while now."

He pushed out a sigh, his head falling back. "But we can't make it public, can we. Not until after everything blows over. Maybe not even then." Collin glanced up at Oliver, and chewed his lip. "I know how much you value you your privacy, and I respect that. I don't want to compromise anything... else for you."

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bl_oliver
2017-09-05 12:59 am UTC (link)

Oliver drew in another breath, this one sharper than the last, as Collin not-quite forced Oliver to look into his eyes again. Oliver wasn't shy, and he was rarely hesitant to communicate what he wanted in all areas of his life, but this was more complicated than that—more delicate somehow, though Collin himself was anything but, injuries or not. For a while now. Had he missed it because he wasn't looking for it, or because he was trying to avoid seeing it? He'd thought they were content with the not-quite relationship they'd carved out. Oliver had been content. But maybe it was possible to be better than content.

As Collin continued, though, some of that earlier tightness returned to his chest. The truth was that things in the world outside this room were a lot more complicated. "No more of that. I won't have you feeling guilty for my choices." Oliver kissed him firmly, staying close for longer than was strictly necessary, memorising the feeling of it, before finally rolling to one side to rest on the bed. One leg stayed intertwined with Collin's, and he slid his hand lightly across the man's abdomen before leaving it there, fingers curled around his waist.

"I can't say it won't be complicated," Oliver admitted, rather reluctantly, after a long silence. "We're going to have an uphill battle with the press as it is. If they get wind of this, start spinning things to look like it's about us being lovers instead of what it's really about—" The sad part was that this was about Collin. If today hadn't happened, how long would it have been before Oliver realised he should have spoken up already about the League's discrimination? Half of the things the paper might say would probably be true, and he hated admitting that to himself. It made him that much more determined to force change if he could.

"It's not that I wouldn't want anyone to know about you." Oliver hadn't been open with his friends and family about his relationships, but he hadn't tried to cover it up, either. He'd always preferred silence and discretion over lies, but if he and Collin really— Oliver let out a sudden, shaky laugh and pressed his face into the crook of Collin's neck. A relationship. That's what they were talking about, not just shagging. Neither of them had said it in so many words, but he had no doubt that was what Collin meant, and that whether he'd intended it in his words or not, it was what he wanted. "My mum is going to love you, you know." The words were teasing, but he wasn't able to hold that level of lightness as he continued. The topic felt too important for that. "George will figure it out about two seconds after seeing us in the same room, I think. The girls might be a little slower, but they're not stupid." The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to tell them. Get it out in the open so he didn't have to think about it.

No, it was more than that. He didn't want this to feel like a dirty secret, because that's not what Collin was. They were mates...and they were something indefinably more. What was wrong with wanting his friends and family to know and be happy for him?

"Can we do...not public-public, but something in between? I don't want to hide you."

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bl_collin
2017-09-06 12:14 am UTC (link)

Everything that Oliver said made sense, and, more than that, he was putting Collin’s turbulent mind at ease. The weight of the arm across his stomach served as a further anchor, and he wanted so badly to turn into Oliver, bury himself against him, but he was swiftly becoming too exhausted to do anything more than drag his fingers over Oliver’s forearm. He managed a chuckle, however, and murmured, “All mums love me,” before falling silent again.

As Oliver listed his friends, he tried to remember “the girls”. Katie he remembered from the awful Christmas party, of course, but he was having trouble recalling the others- Angie-something? Maybe an Alicia? He found himself smiling, trying to picture the look on his siblings' faces when they found out he was shagging Oliver-bloody-Wood. “No, I get it,” he said on the back of a shallow nod, and blinking slowly; he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He managed to smile over at Oliver, darting in for a brief kiss before settling back again. “I’ll take you however I can.”

His brow furrowed. “I’m not sure if I mean that innuendo, given what we just did, but I might.” A dopey smile crept across his face, and he chuckled. “You called us ‘lovers’. Can’t say I’m upset about that. Kinda like it.” Collin yawned hugely and finally turned so that he could cuddle Oliver properly, almost burrowing into his side. “Gonna be your mostly private boyfriend."

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bl_oliver
2017-09-06 02:47 am UTC (link)

Oliver laughed softly, tucking his arm more firmly around Collin as he snuggled in closer. It hadn't occurred to him that referring to them the way he had would be unusual. It was what they were, wasn't it? He liked the reaction it got from Collin, though, and so he didn't point out the logicality of it. It did, however, send a pleasant shiver through him when Collin took things a step further and gave himself the title of boyfriend.

Oliver liked the sound of that one, too, even if there was still that little part of his mind that couldn't quite grasp everything that was happening between them.

"We should try to get some sleep," he said, running one hand slowly up and down Collin's arm without really thinking about it. "Even if we don't head to Diagon till later in the day, we'll need some time to put together our plan of attack." And maybe sneak in a bit more quiet time together, if they were lucky. Fuck Zimmerman and the Wasps and the League and the press and everyone else who would intrude in the coming days.

The sheets were twisted half under them and half pushed down to the bottom of the bed, more a result of Collin's restless napping than anything else. Oliver managed to twist and get a handful of them without having to move away much, and he yanked the covers over both of them. He kissed Collin one more time for good measure, lingering in it simply because he could, and then settled back against the pillows with his arms around...well, his boyfriend, he supposed. He smiled in the darkness as he closed his eyes and let himself drift off.

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