[Harry Potter] [Godric/Salazar] Fire & Rain
Title: Fire & Rain [part 1].
Summary: Four times Godric kissed Salazar, and one time Salazar kissed him. Muggle/Modern AU.
Fandom/Pairings: Harry Potter, Godric/Salazar
Notes: Written for writerverse's table of doom. Posted in separate parts to cover separate prompts.
The First Time, aged 16.
"Godric," Salazar says, pushing open his bedroom window and standing back as Godric tumbles in; head first and probably slightly dumber for it. "It's three in the morning. What are you doing?"
"I was thinking-" Godric starts, and Salazar was never one to let a chance go like that.
"Did you hurt yourself? You should be more careful; don't test your limits." Godric's glaring at him, all furrowed brows and turned down lips, but the effect is slightly ruined by the fact he's wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Pyjamas and socks with elephants on.
"Shut up, Sally," Godric says, and then he's sitting on Salazar's bed, and pulling the covers up around him like he intends to stay. Salazar shuts the window, and hopes he wakes up before anybody else does. "I needed to come talk to you."
"And it couldn't have waited until morning?" He shoves at Godric's shoulder until he moves over. The bed's barely big enough for Salazar - most mornings he wakes with one hand on the floor and a foot off the edge of the bed, but Godric seems perfectly content to cram himself right up against the wall.
"No." Godric's tugging at the edge of his pyjamas, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. Whenever Salazar looks at him, tries to actually, properly catch his eye, Godric looks away, stares at the photos tacked to the wall, or the bed sheets, or anywhere that is not Salazar. "It's important."
Salazar sighs, but he pulls the covers up higher and leans over to switch the lamp off.
"Go on then," he says. "I'll try not to fall asleep."
Godric doesn't anything. In fact, he's so silent that Salazar thinks he's fallen asleep. Salzar's just preparing to shove him, dig his elbows hard into Godric's ribs because what the fuck, why would you wake someone up because you very urgently need to talk and then fall asleep in their bed? when Godric finally talks.
"I dumped Holly today," Godric says. The bed shifts, dips under his weight as he rolls onto his side. They're pressed so close together that Salazar feels the warmth of Godric's breath against his cheek, feels the rub of his stupid bloody pyjamas against his thighs.
"You woke me up at stupid o'clock to tell me you broke up with your girlfriend?" Salazar knows he sounds bitter, knows he should probably at least sound caring, but it's hard to when you've been woken up, when Godric's really brought his apparent misery upon himself. "Because I will hit you if you did?"
"No," Godric says. "Well, yes, but, but it's more to do with why I broke up with her, Sal, and less to do with the fact I dumped her."
"If you want to talk about your feelings, you can fuck right off." There's a huff of breath from Godric, a burst of warm air across Salazar's face. Godric shakes with laughter, one arm stretched out and resting across Salazar's shoulder. Before Salazar can laugh with him, he's silent again.
"Kind of, I guess." Godric's voice is calm again, and that worries Salazar, because Godric is never calm. He's speaking so quickly you can't keep up or he's scowling at you, but he's never calm. He's always got an excess of energy he has to do something with, and never has a conversation about his feelings ever cut it before. "Salazar," he says. And that's weird too, because Salazar is Sal or Sally, or even Salamander, and Amanda, but never Salazar.
"Yes?"
"I dumped her because I think I like dick." Salazar doesn't mean to laugh, he really doesn't, but it fights past his teeth and comes out in a bark of laughter and he feels Godric's fingers tighten against his shoulder in a really uncomfortable grip. "Why are you laughing? Don't be an arsehole. I'm fucking serious, Sal, and I don't-"
"I'm not laughing at you," Salazar says, trying to stop and only vaguely succeeding. "Most people would have said something like, I don't know, I think I'm gay. Not...dick." He waves his hand, vaguely, all encompassing and saying nothing at all.
"Yeah, well." That's all he gets from Godric, and finally, he manages to stop laughing.
"Why do you think that, anyway?" He rolls onto his back, stares up at the ceiling and wonders why Godric hasn't moved his arm away yet. "Are you just guessing or-"
"There was this porno," Godric says and of course. "With two guys and-"
"I think I don't want to know," Salazar says. Listening to Godric's descriptions of porn involving women was bad enough - too much usage of the words "squirting" and "screaming". He still isn't sure real sex is anything like that. "How about you keep that to yourself?"
"It's not just that." Godric moves, his arm finally off of Salazar's chest as he rolls onto his stomach. "There's other stuff too, but that was kind of the big...oh moment, I guess. Made me realize that yeah, I like boobs, and girls, and all that stuff, but not really."
"I see," Salazar says. "Is that all?"
"I-" Godric goes quiet again, and Salazar wants to turn the lamp back on so he can at least look at Godric and try and figure out what's going on in his head. "Salazar, don't freak out," Godric says, pushing himself up onto his hands.
"What?" Salazar frowns, his brow furrows and he squints up at Godric, makes out the vague shape of his face, hovering almost over him. "Why would I freak out?"
Godric makes a noise, like he's going to say something, but he doesn't, just holds himself there for a moment and then - then, he leans down, leans down and presses his lips to Salazar's in a too gentle kiss, a barely there touch.
Salazar doesn't do anything. He lays there, like a wet fish, just lays there and lets Godric kiss him.
"What was that for?" He says, when Godric pulls away. Godric's moving, clambering over him and off of the bed, headed straight for the window. "Where are you going?" He reaches for the lamp and props himself on his elbows. Godric's got his back to him, fiddling with the window latch like he can't figure out how to get it open.
"I just wanted to see," Godric says, voice muffled by the sound of the window sliding open. "Sorry for waking you."
He leaves the window open behind him, and Salazar flops down onto the bed. He's not sure he'll ever understand Godric, or his whims.
Summary: Four times Godric kissed Salazar, and one time Salazar kissed him. Muggle/Modern AU.
Fandom/Pairings: Harry Potter, Godric/Salazar
Notes: Written for writerverse's table of doom. Posted in separate parts to cover separate prompts.
The First Time, aged 16.
"Godric," Salazar says, pushing open his bedroom window and standing back as Godric tumbles in; head first and probably slightly dumber for it. "It's three in the morning. What are you doing?"
"I was thinking-" Godric starts, and Salazar was never one to let a chance go like that.
"Did you hurt yourself? You should be more careful; don't test your limits." Godric's glaring at him, all furrowed brows and turned down lips, but the effect is slightly ruined by the fact he's wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Pyjamas and socks with elephants on.
"Shut up, Sally," Godric says, and then he's sitting on Salazar's bed, and pulling the covers up around him like he intends to stay. Salazar shuts the window, and hopes he wakes up before anybody else does. "I needed to come talk to you."
"And it couldn't have waited until morning?" He shoves at Godric's shoulder until he moves over. The bed's barely big enough for Salazar - most mornings he wakes with one hand on the floor and a foot off the edge of the bed, but Godric seems perfectly content to cram himself right up against the wall.
"No." Godric's tugging at the edge of his pyjamas, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. Whenever Salazar looks at him, tries to actually, properly catch his eye, Godric looks away, stares at the photos tacked to the wall, or the bed sheets, or anywhere that is not Salazar. "It's important."
Salazar sighs, but he pulls the covers up higher and leans over to switch the lamp off.
"Go on then," he says. "I'll try not to fall asleep."
Godric doesn't anything. In fact, he's so silent that Salazar thinks he's fallen asleep. Salzar's just preparing to shove him, dig his elbows hard into Godric's ribs because what the fuck, why would you wake someone up because you very urgently need to talk and then fall asleep in their bed? when Godric finally talks.
"I dumped Holly today," Godric says. The bed shifts, dips under his weight as he rolls onto his side. They're pressed so close together that Salazar feels the warmth of Godric's breath against his cheek, feels the rub of his stupid bloody pyjamas against his thighs.
"You woke me up at stupid o'clock to tell me you broke up with your girlfriend?" Salazar knows he sounds bitter, knows he should probably at least sound caring, but it's hard to when you've been woken up, when Godric's really brought his apparent misery upon himself. "Because I will hit you if you did?"
"No," Godric says. "Well, yes, but, but it's more to do with why I broke up with her, Sal, and less to do with the fact I dumped her."
"If you want to talk about your feelings, you can fuck right off." There's a huff of breath from Godric, a burst of warm air across Salazar's face. Godric shakes with laughter, one arm stretched out and resting across Salazar's shoulder. Before Salazar can laugh with him, he's silent again.
"Kind of, I guess." Godric's voice is calm again, and that worries Salazar, because Godric is never calm. He's speaking so quickly you can't keep up or he's scowling at you, but he's never calm. He's always got an excess of energy he has to do something with, and never has a conversation about his feelings ever cut it before. "Salazar," he says. And that's weird too, because Salazar is Sal or Sally, or even Salamander, and Amanda, but never Salazar.
"Yes?"
"I dumped her because I think I like dick." Salazar doesn't mean to laugh, he really doesn't, but it fights past his teeth and comes out in a bark of laughter and he feels Godric's fingers tighten against his shoulder in a really uncomfortable grip. "Why are you laughing? Don't be an arsehole. I'm fucking serious, Sal, and I don't-"
"I'm not laughing at you," Salazar says, trying to stop and only vaguely succeeding. "Most people would have said something like, I don't know, I think I'm gay. Not...dick." He waves his hand, vaguely, all encompassing and saying nothing at all.
"Yeah, well." That's all he gets from Godric, and finally, he manages to stop laughing.
"Why do you think that, anyway?" He rolls onto his back, stares up at the ceiling and wonders why Godric hasn't moved his arm away yet. "Are you just guessing or-"
"There was this porno," Godric says and of course. "With two guys and-"
"I think I don't want to know," Salazar says. Listening to Godric's descriptions of porn involving women was bad enough - too much usage of the words "squirting" and "screaming". He still isn't sure real sex is anything like that. "How about you keep that to yourself?"
"It's not just that." Godric moves, his arm finally off of Salazar's chest as he rolls onto his stomach. "There's other stuff too, but that was kind of the big...oh moment, I guess. Made me realize that yeah, I like boobs, and girls, and all that stuff, but not really."
"I see," Salazar says. "Is that all?"
"I-" Godric goes quiet again, and Salazar wants to turn the lamp back on so he can at least look at Godric and try and figure out what's going on in his head. "Salazar, don't freak out," Godric says, pushing himself up onto his hands.
"What?" Salazar frowns, his brow furrows and he squints up at Godric, makes out the vague shape of his face, hovering almost over him. "Why would I freak out?"
Godric makes a noise, like he's going to say something, but he doesn't, just holds himself there for a moment and then - then, he leans down, leans down and presses his lips to Salazar's in a too gentle kiss, a barely there touch.
Salazar doesn't do anything. He lays there, like a wet fish, just lays there and lets Godric kiss him.
"What was that for?" He says, when Godric pulls away. Godric's moving, clambering over him and off of the bed, headed straight for the window. "Where are you going?" He reaches for the lamp and props himself on his elbows. Godric's got his back to him, fiddling with the window latch like he can't figure out how to get it open.
"I just wanted to see," Godric says, voice muffled by the sound of the window sliding open. "Sorry for waking you."
He leaves the window open behind him, and Salazar flops down onto the bed. He's not sure he'll ever understand Godric, or his whims.