Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
Did You Know?
Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
The sounds of the horrendous blizzard roared on outside but Winny did not notice it in the slightest. He was too wrapped up in the warmth of the other. In the warmth the humble fire provided this humble abode.
"No," he answered truthfully, cheeks flushing as the older man began to unfasten his belt buckle. "Will it hurt?" He might not have knew a lot of things or focused overly much on learning about sex. But instinct and his study of various things had provided him with some latent know-how of what was going on.
Having unbuckled the young man's belt with a teasing slowness, his hand moved from the waistband to beneath Winny's shirt, grazing over soft skin. It transpired the young professor hadn't done this before. He was an innocent. "I'm honoured", he muttered at this, smiling slightly.
"And no... it won't hurt", he added reassuringly
(Alright so there was something that flashed irresistibly across his mind's eye, something that certainly could involve some pain with the pleasure, but Natty stopped his thoughts in their tracks, not daring to think so intimately at this time.)
Instead, feeling that his lover had warmed up enough by the heat of the fire, he began to remove Winny's shirt.
Winny felt some relief when the older man said it wouldn't hurt. Nattys hands were beneath his shirt now, making him shiver but not from the cold. His shirt was removed and Winny flushed at being so exposed. Shyly, he began working on the buttons on Nattys shirt in return.
The little shiver, which Natty recognised as one of pleasure, made the older man's breathing quicken just a bit more. There was something very sweet and appealing about Winny's shy approach to all of this, and the way he overcame that shyness to explore their connection together.
The young professor allowed Jonathan to gently pull the shirt up over his head and cast it aside, even as his fingers began work on Natty's own clothes. He took a moment to admire him. "You're very beautiful, you know", he murmured. Winston had a different body type to Natty's broad-shouldered sculpt. He didn't think himself unattractive, but he was much more captivated by his beau's lighter and more delicate form.
"Am I?" Winston murmured dreamily, his gaze caught on Nattys form as it became more bared to him. He let his fingers run down the older mans chest. Natty was more broad shouldered and muscled than him.
"You remind me of some sort of Greek god," he murmured in admiration of his lovers form.
He couldn't pause for long, even to admire Winny's slender frame. Soon they were kissing again, even as Jonathan muttered a confirmation that the young man was indeed beautiful, and smiled slightly as Winny admired him back.
"You are the one worthy of worship", he whispered, one forearm sliding beneath Wiston's head in embrace, and the other hand continuing to explore his body — worshipfully. "Tell me if you don't like it..." As the writer's hand ventured between the professor's legs, steady.
Winston shifted a little when the others forearm slid beneath his head. He liked this, being with Natty this way. He had never been touched this way before, it kept making his breath hitch as if in anticipation. His eyes widened a little when the others hand ended up between his legs. "I like it... can I touch you there, too?"
Natty was not hesitant but he was careful, attentive to his lover's every twitch and gasp. He wanted to bring him pleasure only — and as the older man's hand worked gently between the younger's legs he could feel that it was working.
"Yes", he murmured in a low voice as Winny requested reciprocation. "Touch me." Before parted lips were claimed again in a telling kiss.
Natty was kissing him in a way that Winny was finding it hard to breathe. But he did not want the older man to stop. He was enjoying the way the other was touching him as well. He mirrored the others movements, supposing that if what Natty was doing was bringing him pleasure, surely the larger man would feel the same.
Natty's breaths quickened as he was touched, intensified by how much he cared for Winny. It wasn't all about sex — but it sure as hell helped.
It was difficult to stop kissing him in the midst of things, but he did, close and warm and dark-eyed, and against the man's lips he asked huskily; "where else would you like to be touched?"
Winston giggled, warm in the others arms as the snow storm raged outside the huts walls. "Where else do you want to touch me?" He asked in return as he playfully nipped the others lower lip. He honestly had no true, concrete idea what he was doing but he was sure as hell enjoying it - especially when clocking Nattys reactions to his actions. He also did not want to stop and was going along with what felt good.
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