I'm not dead. Which is something. But I do have to say it's been so long since I've picked up this story last that I have lost interest in the original plot, so bear with me as I try and pick up the pieces of my old writing. (For everyone that says this story doesn't make sense sometimes, I know lol. This wasn't ever supposed to be posted or anything, I was just writing it as an idea for fun but then I've gone through several plot evolutions so there are a lot of inconsistencies. But when isn't there with fan fiction? So please overlook my terrible plot and just go with it. Or don't, your choice.)
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"Alexander the Great really?" Tom muses, picking through the study that looks like a wind storm has swept through it. Hadrian leant on the desk and Tom observed the pinched look on his lovers face.
"I'm simply researching," the man muttered, tangling his fingers deep in his hair, a scowl on his face. "What brings you to my abode?"
"It's been three days since you've left your room," he responds pointedly, moving to his side and dancing a finger up the nape of the mans neck, smirking as Hadrian, even in the throes of his obsession- shivers, distracted. "I've taken it upon myself to ensure you are not a carcass in your room." Hadrian simply scoffs and Tom peers over his shoulder at the papers.
It was Alexander the Great and he couldn't help the tendril of jealousy that swept through him. The muggle had lived centuries ago and yet captivated Hadrian so thoroughly that he chose the King over him.
"If I became a King would you pay more attention to me?" He murmurs into Hadrian's ear. It earns him a swat to his chin.
"I'm busy Tom."
"Unless you are taking notes on becoming Hadrian the Great I think you can afford to take a break." Hades tapped the back of his hand on the table, a habit he had when he was trying to convince himself that Tom was right but everything else wanted to continue.
Tom sighed.
He didn't like times like this.
For all that he'd preached about studying during Hogwarts and knowing everything, Hadrian took it to a new level when he was desperate.
"Hades, you must eat dinner tonight."
"I am busy," Hadrian snaps, shooting Tom a dark, green eyed glare. "I have to-"
"Neglect your health and our relationship?" He lifted a brow, Hadrian falters, working his bottom lip between his teeth but turned back to the pages of cursive writing that was done in red ink.
"That was not my intention," Hadrian responded pointedly.
"No, I doubt it was but that is what's happening." He plucks the quill from Hadrian's hand, earning a protest before he stoppered the ink, put the quill in it's placeholder and used a charm to dry the ink and marked the page in the thick muggle volume with a bookmark before closing it. "You can tell me over dinner what you've been researching."
"I can't-"
"I've said it once and I've said it before," Tom growls lowly, his frustration flaring up, "you can tell me anything Hades. There is not a thing in the world you cannot tell me that I would hold against you. It is only the secrets you keep that worsen this fear you have." Hadrian stared and Tom didn't bother to wait. He gripped Hadrian's arm and pulled the infuriating wizard upright. "But you seem ever certain whatever you will not tell me will kill us all."
"It probably will," Hadrian muttered snidely, "especially if you keep pulling me away from my work."
"The world is not going to fall apart in an hour."
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I've returned from the past
FanfictionHarry Potter has already lived one life- gone to the past to live another and has now returned to live his third- or rather redo his first. Except he's not the boy he was and he most certainly is holding darker secrets. Going to the past has also...
