Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ. Sixth year Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I enjoy long walks by the Black Lake, my feline familiar Crow, and sweet maryjane. Photography aficionado and classic rock devotee. I rarely make sense and I've got secrets, just like everyone else.
Katie leaned back in her bar chair, taking note of the still changes that were made obvious in tucker, no more baby fat and a new aura of confidence was set about him. Nothing like she remembered him to be in Hogwarts. Taking a short sip from her drink she looked at Tucker with a board smile, “Let me buy you a drink mate! Malcolm, get me another pint there love, for my friend here. He’s trekked around Brazil just a few hours ago, he needs a stiff one.” Katie winked at Tucker and reached around her neck to loosen the tie that sat there chocking her, it was rare that she still had her tie tight after finishing work. Actually it was rare for her to be alone without any other trainees hanging around the dusty bar that was their usual haunt. “Nope, I have another month left on my training bill, then I gotta work my way up and about, but luckily for me I’m on great terms with my boss. Then you’ll be calling me Auror Katherine Thorne you will mate,” Katie watched as the bartender passed Tucker a drink and she tapped the wood for Malcolm to fill up her glass. “Well good, if she wasn’t alive I’d have to kill you and with my training I can literally make it look like an accident. Cass and I… oh you know, off and on, we’re busy people and I’m a little… ahhh… high-strung as it were. But right now we’re kind of together I suppose. But even if we weren’t she’s my best-friend so she’ll be around. Though now that you and Mae are back in the country I demand some time with the pair of you.” Katie’s newly filled glass took a stop next to her elbow and she gaze the bartender a lopsided grin, “Oi mate—” Katie lifted her glass, “Cheers to surviving Brazil, welcome home.”
Tucker watched on, amused, as Katie chatted with the barkeep—Malcolm, apparently—like an old pal. He liked knowing that Katie had a place she was very obviously comfortable in, even if it was just a silly little hole-in-the-wall. He nodded at the gruff, middle-aged man, raising his glass to him, and then to Katie, before swallowing half the goblet in one go. He let out a burp, hand immediately flying up to his mouth, a stream of apologies following just after. “It’s… been a few weeks since I’ve been around people. Or beer.” He licked his lips, staring down at the glass hungrily. It wasn’t even close to being the greatest beer he’d ever had, but in that moment, it was practically the elixir of life. “Shite, lassie. I’ll be sure not tae break any laws whilst in your presence—magical or otherwise. I value my life, freedom… magic… what exactly can you do, actually? Could you actually kill me without blinking an eye?” He lowers his voice, eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. “I double-dog-dare you, Katherine Thorne.” Snickering, Tucker picked up his beer again, finishing the rest of the glass before shooting Malcolm a big grin. Meeting Katie’s gaze again, Tucker nods slowly, mouth in a small frown. “As long as there’s love, nothing else matters. Love is everything.” He felt his cheeks heat up a little and he stuck the end of his thumb between his teeth again. It felt so strange talking about grown up relationships with anyone, but especially Katie fucking Thorne. How was this his life? “Yeah, yeah—absolutely! How much free time’ve you got? You’re certainly more… preoccupied than the pair of us.”
Katie laughed as she moved forward to wrap Tucker into a tight hug one she hadn’t given her friend in a number of years. She had missed him, well Maeko too since she was one of her best friends. Katie felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes before pulling out of the bracing hug, her fingers wrapped around biceps that were much larger than she remembered them to be. Everyone was separated now, traveling, working, starting careers and for a few even families. But Tucker was the same, he looked… well older. Cleaner. Stronger and far more bright than she even remembered him at Hogwarts. But she supposed she looked different too, “I’ve been brilliant! Staying here in good old London, working my ass off to finish this gods damn program! Merlin, where have you and Mae been? The last time I got a letter you two were off in the Mediterranean prancing about like a pair of buffoons!” Katie laughed, she got photos, pictures of her friends travels, they got dull letters of Katie’s day-to-day-almost-but-not-quite-mundane lifestyle working in the Stealth Division. “It’s been really long Tuck, you taking care of my girl? My precious darling Mae”
Tucker was odly pleased to find that the difference in their heights hadn’t changed all too much since their days at the wizarding school. He seemed to’ve only grown an extra inch or two, and the hug they shared felt as warm as ever. Katie, although obviously matured—a woman, my my my—still retained her youthful, slightly mischievous appearance, the corners of her mouth turned up into her signature smirk. He couldn’t stop smiling. There was such a great comfort in seeing any of his old classmates—knowing they’d all overcome the incredible hardships forced upon them at such a young age made Tucker’s heart swell with happiness and gratitude. As he soaked her in, looking more spiffy and authoritative than he’d ever seen her before, his brow raised. “Surely you’re running the place by now, ey? Can’t imagine there’s a tosser around bold enough tae hold you back. Mae—she’s around here somewhere. Supposed to be looking for a place tae stay tonight—we just got here an hour or so ago, we were in Brazil… I think—but I doubt that’ll actually happen. No matter, though! The street’s of London are calling tae me anyhow. Tucker bowed his head bashfully when she asked about them in such a way; it sounded so silly. Him, take care of her? He knew Katie was only poking fun, but still. He couldn’t help but shake his head. “She’s alive, so…? I’m only one man, and Maeko… well. She’s Maeko. What about you and Cass… are… I mean, you’re still a thing, yeah?”
Katie was tired, that much was true as she leaned heavily against the bar table, it was her usual haunt after a long day of filing papers to put away baddies as she was often told. She wondered how exactly she got into this whole mess of playing magical cops, but then she remembered Markle’s face when she got into the Auror Program and she knew why. Sighing Katie lifted her head to call for a new glass of Firewhiskey only to see one already sitting there. She turned her head to the side and a smile played up on her lips before she sat up feeling, the kinks in her back cracking.
"Fancy seeing you here!" she laughed grabbing at the glass.
It was strange being back in the UK—and sat inside a dimly lit wizard’s pub, of all places. He and Maeko had just finished a rather long trek through the Amazon, and he was still suffering from a slight sunburn and a few scrapes and bruises. Despite that, though, he was… happy. He got control of his Sight enough to live with it peacefully, and accepted that there were things that were simply out of his control. His only duty was to live a life he was be proud of, and he made sure to do that each and every day. Sticking the tip of one of his thumbs into his mouth, he stole a glance at the newcomer to his left, eyes immediately going wide, a goofy grin creeping ontp his face. Katie Thorne. It had been… longer than he would’ve liked, to be entirely honest with himself, but with the lifestyle he and Maeko had, it was easy to get caught up in each other and their adventures. As she turned, he recognised that she knew who he was as well and his smile grew wider. “Likewise, Kittens. How’ve you been!?” Tucker wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly—a guesture that a seventeen-year-old Tucker would’ve almost never done. “Bloody fuckin’ shite, It’s good tae see you.”
Tucker smiled, sealing his approval with a passionate kiss and Maeko felt a warm surge in her chest, practically beaming against his lips. It wasn’t as if she really thought he would turn her down, exactly, but the last time they had come this far, she hadn’t exactly left a very good impression of the experience and she worried that it would cause Tucker to question the act again. Forgive me, she wanted to say, for being so thoughtless, but as Tucker continued to kiss her he was radiating such a genuinely happy, affirmative energy that Maeko knew there was nothing to worry about. They weren’t going to hurt each other anymore, of that they were now completely sure. All was forgiven, and the memory of that dark morning on the roof was fading away with every passing moment they spent together now, like awaking from a bad dream. The pain hadn’t been a necessity, but it had brought them here—more honest and vibrant and meaningful than ever before, like the blossoming of spring after a heavy torrential rain—so there had to be some point to it all, hadn’t there?
He lifted her dress up over her head and she was grateful for her choice of wardrobe and how unintentionally unfussy it was. She heard him swear and she had to laugh lightly; it was such an adorably honest reaction and normally she was the one doing most of the swearing. She arched her back encouragingly, pressing her body close to his in offering, willing him to explore. She knew he didn’t have as much experience with these things as she did, but she wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible. Her fingers trailed lazily along his neck and shoulders as he kissed slowly along her neck and she breathed huskily against his ear as anticipation began to tingle through her bloodstream. She willed herself to be patient, but she was having a hard time of it—Maeko had never been very patient. He finally met her lips and she kissed back forcefully, moving her tongue inside his mouth commandingly as her hands moved up his chest and back behind his neck. He tugged lightly on her hair and she moaned at the pleasant sensation, rolling her hips forward while her hands gripped the boulder’s jagged surface behind his head—and with that, Maeko was done waiting. It was time to cut to the chase.
Maeko pulled back with a mischievous smirk, grabbing his shoulders and pushing so that with his help, they had rotated around and she could gently nudge Tucker into a laying position on the bed of discarded clothes. She shifted out of his lap and rested in between his legs, shooting him a roguish look as she wasted no time in unclasping his trousers. She curled her fingers around the hem and made to pull them off when suddenly she felt Tucker grab her wrists, stopping her. She furrowed her brows and darted her eyes up to meet his, her expression puzzled and slightly hurt, thinking perhaps he had changed his mind. He looked nervous and he opened his mouth and then closed it without saying anything, like he was deliberating whether or not say what was on his mind. Maeko scowled and tugged at her wrists, still in his grasp, and he said hurriedly, “I…I want tae try something, aye?”
He released her wrists and Maeko pulled back, nodding once and raising her eyebrows expectantly, genuinely curious about what he was up to. He rolled off of the pile of clothes and sat up before motioning at the empty spot, suggesting that Maeko take his place. She smirked in response, amused as she crawled into the spot and flipped onto her back to recreate the position Tucker had been in. He moved in front of her slightly parted legs and recognition clicked immediately in her mind; she knew what he was about to do. “You don’t have to—” she interjected quickly, thinking this must be the result of some pressure he was feeling. “I want tae,” Tucker interrupted without hesitation, meeting her eyes with a determination that caught her off guard. She gave a small nod and smiled lightly as she settled back into a comfortable position.
Maeko watched him as he hooked his fingers inside the hem of her knickers with hands shaking and she moved her hips up to help him pull them off. He was still for a moment simply looking at her, starting down low and trailing his eyes slowly over her form until he met her gaze, then moved back down again. Maeko felt a chill crawl up her spine and her stomach churned. She wasn’t accustomed to seeing people look at her like that in situations like this; there was such intensity and appreciation behind his eyes, like she was the single most glorious thing he had ever beheld, an astronomer discovering a new galaxy, a thief unearthing a cave of treasure. It frightened Maeko but also made her feel warm and effervescent, and she wondered if the look in Tucker’s eyes was simply due to the novelty of the situation or if it was something deeper, more permanent.
As unbelievably, out-of-this-world amazing it was that Maeko was so eager to move things along, Tucker needed to take things a bit slower, or he’d explode. Both figuratively and literally. Not that anything could or would stop the inevitable at that point, but dragging it out for as long as possible was something he felt compelled to do—their first time together, first real time… it needed to be different. And sure, he believed that the concept of ‘first time’s’ was completely ludicrous—moments should be enjoyed entirely for what they are and not what order they happen in—but in spite of that, his gut was telling him that they, whatever they were (and were becoming), deserved to be consummated properly. Not rushed. Not done in an A, B, C fashion that left only a fleeting memory as the days passed. He wanted this moment to be remembered. It wasn’t until they’d switched places and she was laid bare beneath him that it became truly real, though—not just a dream—and he took a moment to selfishly soak her in. He knew that Maeko was being uncharacteristically vulnerable by granting him permission to admire her in such a way and his heart drowned in pure joy.
Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow