orionflynn:

Orion was taken back by the sudden embrace. He was sure that Ian would have still disliked him. To him he couldn’t picture Ian hating anyone, hate was such a strong emotion, a very powerful, negative emotion he couldn’t imagine Ian having. The male brought his arms around Ian slowly. He didn’t want to scare him, after all he knew he was testy from what he did before.

The Hufflepuff took in his scent again. It was calming and intoxicating. His eyes had closed and he felt his walls just crumble, crash down. He leaned into him more, his arms tightening around the other just a bit. He was happy that Ian forgave but he didn’t feel like he deserved it. Maybe the Ravenclaw could change the way he felt about that as well.

When he brought his arms around him as well, Ian eased up even more in his arms, he always tried to never hold a grudge over someone. He believed in change, he believed people could be different and better themselves even if in that moment, it could seem more than just impossible. His arms kept around him, he wanted him to know that, to know that he was not going to hold his past against him or anything. 

Ian felt how he leaned into him, his body shook slightly in his embrace and he wondered if he was alright. When he pulled him closer, a smile slipped him. He let the hug linger for a moment before he pulled back out of his arms to look up at him, he leaned up and kissed his cheek, “You’re not all that bad. When you want to be.” He smiled.

orionflynn:

He chuckled softly and shook his head. How could he explain why he had done what he did? It wasn’t like when they were younger and how, if they liked someone, they’d pick on them. They were older now and they knew that wouldn’t work anymore. Orion knew he should have treat Ian better than he did but every time he saw him with Skyler it angered him and something in him just snapped.

So how could he have explained it? In a way he did hate him, but not the reason he thought. He hated him for being so nice, for being so understanding, for being observant and knowing the little things that didn’t matter to anyone else, but he also love it. He loved the way he knew how someone was feeling just by watching them or how he knew just the right things to say to someone and it made everything okay again. He loved how gentle his touch was at times and that stutter he got, much like the one now.  Orion took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to calm himself before he spoke.

“I know that what I did was wrong. I know that when you love someone, let alone like them, you’re suppose to treat them better and there’s really no explanation for what I did besides the fact I was jealous or angry. I was angry that I couldn’t be who I am, angry that the guy I dreamed about his laughter was seeing someone. So angry that I just.. snapped. I mean I didn’t even know I liked guys until a few months ago and then I started noticing the little things you did and how you acted. The way you smiled when you talked about the stars or Sherlock Holmes and then I saw you with her and it hurt and angered me and—” he shook his head, stopping himself from rambling. “I’m sorry,” he stated simply, keeping his gaze down on the floor now.

He didn’t understand yet, he had no idea that him and Skyler ‘being together’ could affect someone so much. He listened to him carefully, he noticed the way he hadn’t exactly looked up into his eyes, avoiding eye contact sometimes meant someone was deep in thought, or lying but he didn’t think he was lying, simply because of how his voice didn’t crack, nor did he glance up, or was clear signs of lying. 

It was a confession and the more he spoke the more he could feel his heart starting to race once more. He didn’t know anyone really paid attention to him and the way that he loved the stars, the theories, the math, the concept of infinity within their galaxy. Then the way that he looked up to Holmes. He was shy to admit that, the man had done so much for him without even doing anything, to him he was real, more than just real. 

Then the apology, Ian’s lips curved up into a slight smile when he heard him apologize. Maybe others would’ve pushed the subject further but Ian didn’t. That was all he needed, an apology. That was all he wanted. It was all he needed. The Ravenclaw stepped forward and then wrapped his arms around his frame, bringing him into an unexpected hug, “Apology accepted.” 

orionflynn:

At this point he was glad he was at least somewhat patient with people because it was taking a long time for Ian to say a thing. When he had finally spoke Orion wanted to face palm. As if the male didn’t know what a bloody snog was. The Hufflepuff crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, looking down at the other for a moment before he groaned out of frustration, turning away. What more did he need to do?

Orion ran his fingers through his hair. Heart still pounding in his chest but he seemed much calmer than the Ravenclaw. “I’m jealous, yes, not because you’re with her but.. because she’s with you. I like you, not Skyler. I don’t see what’s so bloody difficult to understand after.. after what just happened.”

Ian took a step back out of instinct, he was afraid he’d end up changing his mind and hitting him anyways. He stood silent for a moment, watching him carefully, what he said next left him in awe, he liked him? Then why would he treat him like that? Why would he hurt him? Why would he cause him to feel lower about himself if he liked him? Ian could only imagine what would’v e happened if he really did hate him and it wasn’t a very pretty mental image. 

He took his lower lip between his teeth for a moment and then looked down, processing it all before he looked up at him, “…I just f-find it h-hard to believe t-that y-you could l-like m-me.” He finally spoke up, “I-I a-always thought y-you hated m-me. I always t-thought you c-couldn’t stand me b-being around, so t-to g-go from that t-thought to the f-fact that y-you like m-me is difficult.” 

orionflynn:

His heart raced in his chest and he could hear it in his ears much like that annoying high pitched ringing noise. His eyes had closed when their lips had connected. All his emotions toward the male had flowed out into the kiss. The anger, the hurt, the jealousy, everything. His grip on the boy’s uniform had slowly loosened. Orion pulled back from the kiss, letting him go.

He could have said a lot, he could have said anything but he didn’t. He just stood there, staring at the other. Orion notice the way his cheeks were red, how his eyes were wide from shock— no surprise there— how he stumbled back slightly when he had let go. He’d let him talk first, let him say anything he wanted now. There was no more hiding it behind this pathetic, abusive front.

Ian could feel his emotions like he was connected to him and he didn’t quite understand. The halls were empty now, everyone had gone to class, once he let him go, he stood there for a moment. He didn’t understand anything and he felt like he should. He took his hand off his chest and brought it down to his side, looking down nervously. He could feel his stare on him, he had to say something, he had to break the silence but Ian could hear the other male’s heartbeat, he could hear it clearly. It was just as fast as his. 

Slowly, he looked back up at him, his lips parted but he had lost his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down again, he was so damn nervous, he could force out any words. Ian took a deep breath before he tried again, “W—-” Better than nothing, he was getting frustrated with himself now. “W-what—- you…. me? What, w-what was… t-that?” Finally, a sentence. 

orionflynn:

A part of him did want to hit him but he didn’t act upon it, not yet. When he leaned in Orion was able to smell his cologne and it made his heart skip and stomach do a flip but he kept his calm composure even when thinking that his lips were so close to his own that all he needed was to lean in just a few more inches. His eyes narrowed when he brought up Skyler.

Orion stood up straight, taking his hands off the wall and staring down at Ian. He was angry, yes but not why he thought. The boy went to punch him but ended up grabbing him by the collar of his uniform with both hands and pulled him from the wall into a kiss.

He knew bringing up Skye was a touchy subject but at this point, Ian didn’t care. He was tired of this, tired of him pushing him around, knocking his books over, spilling water over this things. He was so sick of it all. Everything had it’s limits right? And Ian was no exception. He wished though he could press further back into the wall, or even phase through it. He glanced to the side, the halls were emptying and people were heading towards their class. He knew there was probably only a minute left. 

His attention turned back towards him. Ian noted that his cheeks had turned a slight tint of red, probably from anger. He flinched when he pulled back, ready for the hit, but what happened next, he couldn’t ever prepare himself for when his lips caught his own. Ian practically almost stumbled forward but he caught himself by placing a hand on his chest without thinking. His mind had stopped working in that moment, he had never kissed another boy and didn’t know quite how to react, but the heat had rushed to his own face and his knees felt weak under him. His heart was beating at a much rapid pace, it took him a moment to let go of the shock he was in. 

orionflynn:

Orion watched the other male’s posture. How he tensed up the closer he got. The way his muscle seemed more defined when he had done so. It was all so easy for him to hide emotions, even ones of full of lust and passion. He pressed the palm of his hands on either side of Ian’s shoulder’s against the stone wall and leaned in. “But I think you do, Ian.”

His eyes scanned over his features. Tense jaw, sad eyes. Always sad eyes unless he was around Skye. Orion knew he had a lot going on at home even he himself did with his mother dying of cancer. The only ones who knew that were Skye and Jared, though, he wished he knew someone he was able to relate to somehow. For a moment, when deep in thought about his mother, he had let the smirk slip but remembered who he was with and returned it, shaking his head slightly hoping it’d rid the bad thoughts. “You’re always in such a rush, can we not chat?”

Ian noticed the way his eyes for a moment, didn’t match with the evil smirk that danced on his lips but he kept that to himself. He looked away for a moment, how he wished he could be the guy that his father wanted him to be. To be able to stand up for himself, to fight back, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he had tried, he just couldn’t do it. He had hit someone once and it had affected him in a way he didn’t know possible. 

“Y-You d-don’t chat.” He put emphasis on the last word. “W-What do you want? If y-you’re going to h-hit me— just get it o-over w-with already.” He had rather take the hit and just leave, get it over with rather than let it drag on longer. Ian swallowed and looked down, he had so much to say, so much he could just blow up, but he kept quiet, a part of him wanted to question him, “A-Are you doing this b-because you saw u-us?” He turned to look back up at him, “I-Is that i-it? Are you u-upset? Are y-you a-angry at m-me? Because i-if you are— if this is about t-that, well I’m s-sorry because I’m not g-going to stop seeing her. S-So you can just give up on trying t-to s-scare me a-away.” He leaned in closer to him to let him know he was trying to make a point before he leaned back against the wall, preparing himself for any sort of impact or punch he was going to receive. 

orionflynn:

Jared was the only one there for him at the time, or for a lot of times he needed someone. It was a bit surprising since the two had broke it off months ago. The Slytherin but only a test to try the waters. Orion found out he didn’t just like girls, it was boys too, but he and Jared kept that to themselves, sneaking around.

So when he saw Ian and Skyler together he wasn’t sure what made him so angry. Maybe because the boy had his arm around his best friend, or ex best friend, and they were being cute—which sickened him to watch. It was a trigger to set him and he found himself bullying Ian. Pushing him, calling him names, he had even given the poor boy bruises and ruined many books of his. There was rumor he did it because he liked Skyler and was jealous of the fact Ian had her but it wasn’t true. Orion secretly liked Ian and he didn’t come to that realization until he laid in bed thinking about it.

The Hufflepuff loved listening to that Ravenclaw boy ramble on about the stars. He loved to watch the way his eyes lit up and his smile brightened. He admired the way he carried himself. So why did he hurt him? He looked up before he went to turn the corner but was cut off by Ian. A slight smirk dancing across his features. He moved in the way of Ian when he went to walk around then turned him, pushing him against the wall a bit too roughly. “Class will be there in a few minutes. We’ve got time.”

Ian instantly noticed the smirk. It was in his nature to notice small details about people’s body language. He had watched Sherlock and read about him throughout most of his childhood, Ian found comfort in that, he became a bit too occupied and had learned some of his methods to help him get through the day. Like meditating, listening, there was a major difference between listening and hearing. Most people heard, but if you stopped and listened, you could learn many things, though Orion’s body language was hard to decipher and Ian had stopped trying to a long time ago. 

He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, his palms were starting to sweat which only meant he was getting nervous and his fear was over taking him again. If Ian wanted to, he could easily hit him back, but Ian hated anything that had to do with violence. Mainly because he had been bullied most of his life, he could never even consider doing that to someone else without feeling the guilt eat at him from within, even if that someone else was like Orion who seemed to find pleasure in seeing him squirm in fear. 

“Please, Excuse me.” This time, he was pushing it and he didn’t know why. His tone was more demanding but he was scared, terrified, maybe he had grown tired of it. Maybe it was just one of those days that Ian didn’t want to deal with this bullshit. He had enough to deal with during classes, enough to deal with in his own house not to mention with Slytherins. He just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.He went to walk around him when he then found himself against the wall, he groaned in slight pain, bruises he had from other beatings were still healing, it had knocked the breath out of him, he looked up at the blonde, “I-I don’t h-have t-time. Let m-me g-go.” His stutter was back, great.

Ian walked out of class, his arm was wrapped around Skye’s shoulder as usual after their Charms’ class. He had a bright smile on his face, “Ian, no seriously. We are having a movie marathon after classes, so you better not be late.” Ian rolled his eyes, he was honestly tired of The Notebook, but being as he was with her, he didn’t mind much. 

“Fine, fine, fine. We’re having a movie marathon after class.” She knew the truth now, but no one else did. So they still appeared to be dating, Skye leaned into him, he looked down and listened to her talk about how she was so tired of Transfiguration and how much she hated it. He didn’t mind, she had become so incredibly close to him and he didn’t mind listening to her talk for hours. 

He dropped her off, she leaned up and kissed his cheek.. “I’ll see you after class.” She nodded and waved at him. Ian watched as she took her seat and then turned to head to his own class. He had a smile on his face still until he turned the corner and saw him standing there. His stomach tied in a knot and suddenly he felt sick. He stopped and his smile dropped, the male looked up at Orion and held his breath, he tried to appear strong. Stand his ground but truth was he feared the other male. “Orion.” He said softly before he looked down. He didn’t understand why he loved to do this, Skye told him he wasn’t always like this and he knew she had spoken to him a few times to tell him to stop but it seemed the more she did, the more he continued. “Can you excuse me? I need to get to my next class.” He was so thankful he didn’t stutter.