Albus tries to get dear Tom into some pattered pyjamas. It does not go well.
"Absolutely not," the notably younger mad huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Albus, the meddling coot, simply smiled, and backed Tom against the wall.
Tom smiled, briefly for getting the dilemma as Albus strip him to feel him down; it was heaven on earth, in Toms opinion.
Yet, Albus should of been Slytherin, for the second Tom was naked, Albus was dressing him in gag worthy pyjamas.
Lime green with pink spots; Tom was going to kill him.
But alas, he did not, and the happy go lucky man went to bed with his grumpy, pyjama clad soon to be husband.
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Fictober 2019!
FanfictionYes I'm aware it's December. These were not written in the order that they were supposed to so authors notes are a bit insane. Different ship for each chapter (sort of). Enjoy!
