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I believe in a thing called love

WHO: Murdoc, Bro and Rhys
TONE: Horrifying (Hilarious)
RATING: PG-13 to R?? It's these three.
WHEN: Feb 10th onward
WHERE: The halls
WHAT: Bro and Murdoc are great egg daddies, Rhys gets a whiff of the love potion and has eyes for Murdoc.
STATUS: Ongoing

[Murdoc had no intention of participating in the activities. It seemed like a silly waste of time and honestly, this sort of thing rarely ends well in Hogwarts. He really doesn't want to turn into a lady or a pirate again. He'll never live it down if it happens again. It's embarrassing enough that students still mutter 'yarr' under their breath when they think he isn't listening.

However, when Bro greeted him with the egg baby in his arms he could hardly say no, could he? He still owes Bro a bit of focused attention after hurting his feelings so badly and quietly, he feels like this could be a nice way to grow even closer to his boyfriend. If they can trust each other with an egg baby, surely their relationship will develop even further in a pleasing way. They've already named it, too. Their egg is called Celia and everything is going swimmingly.

They're walking together down the halls, Murdoc listening as Bro recounts his day for him. He's carrying the egg for now, and he's being as attentive as possble as he does. Until he sees Rhys, and he feels the great urge to toss Celia at him. However, he needs to swallow his hatred and pause for a moment as he feels the egg rustling in his hands.]

Ah! It's movin'! [He exclaims, looking both excited and terrified.] I think it's about to hatch!! [It's actually kind of strange how hyped up he's getting.]

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[Well, Bro has managed to surprise even Rhys - he hadn't thought the man would actually threaten to shit in his bed. Apparently he'd underestimated the juvenile nature of the blond.]

Your threats are always so naively charming- [starts, and then pauses, as he smells something odd, too. Frowning faintly, he turns to address Murdoc, and then ... oh. Oh, hmmm. That is quite the most lovely smile he's seen in a long time, and why hadn't he noticed that before?]

As amusing as this is, I do actually have business with one of you. Donoghue, if I could have a moment of your time?

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[He can't help being immature sometimes. It's part of who he is, despite how much he's changed over the last several months. And Rhys just brings it out in him, what can he say?

Bro rolls his eyes at their reactions, and doesn't really say much. Yes, it was totally necessary of him to threaten to shit in Rhys's bed. The man deserves nothing less, in his opinion. Maybe he will even pee on it to match. Who knows. But still, when Murdoc smiles at him, it's hard not to smile back, but then Rhys speaks again and he just scowls.]

No you fuckin' can't have a moment with him, because if you haven't noticed, our baby is being born. This is a moment and you're stepping all over it.

And if you're smelling something, Murdoc, it's probably Rhys.

[Murdoc knows Dirk has been working on being more mature, that's why goofy little comments like that still take him by surprise. However, he can sympathise with feeling the need to be childish around Rhys. Probably because Rhys is ANCIENT and he makes the whomping willow seem young.

Murdoc gives Dirk one of those sympathetic looks and reaches over, placing the egg in his hands and...not finding himself able to fight the urge to snog him as he does. The funny thing about love potions, they kind of enhance those feelings of affections.

He pulls away like he has no idea what he's doing and folds his arms over his chest, sizing Rhys up.]

I'm sure you can say it in front of Strider. We're all...professionals here. [Only that was incredibly unprofessional, oops.] Is it to do with a student?

[There is a sudden flare of fierce, burning anger - pure rage, really, as the two other men kiss. It's only a lifetime of controlling himself that keeps the expression from the older man's face, while alarm bells are going off somewhere in the back of his mind - why is he so angry? Other than the fact that Strider is a disrespectful, insolent child who's been foolishly allowed to sit at the adult table while he should be-]

Yes. Professionals. I can see that public affection, threatening to defecate in my bed, and then insulting me by saying I smell, the way a four year old might, are all signs of consummate professionalism. [coolly] Yes, it's about a student, though not one of Strider's, so I don't believe it's any of his business, frankly.

[If there's one thing that could get Bro to stop focusing on his furiosity with Rhys, it's having the egg thrust into his hands and then Murdoc's lips on his own. It's such a surprise that he lets out an mmmmf and then leans into the kiss after a moment. All too soon, it feels like those lips are gone, and all he's left with is a flustered look on his face, and the hatching egg. He barely hears what Rhys says, having been sufficiently distracted from the elder man and his assholeishness.]

Wait, what? I'm a teacher here too, of course it's my business!

[And he's just nosy, really.]

But what the hell ever, can't it wait? Our fuckin' baby is hatching, if you haven't noticed! Jesus Christ you two, whatever it is isn't more important than this! [He holds out the egg for emphasis, wiggling it around slightly.] Focus, Murdoc!

[Murdoc clears his throat, his cheeks flushing at the mention of public displays of affection. He has no idea what came over him, but he can't seem to regret it.]

You are correct. I don't know what came over me.
[He can't help falling back into the occasional brief display of manners, Rhys is his elder and he will accept it. He crinkles his nose as Bro raises the egg toward his face, holding up a hand to urge him to calm the fuck down.]

As you can clearly see, now isn't a particularly good time. It wouldn't be fair for me to leave my partner to do the work, would it? Is it urgent? Can't you come to my office later?

If you haven't noticed, it is a cold blooded animal who probably and not actually a child. [Rhys tamps down the flare of irritation, though - he's not stupid. He'll get better traction if he sees Murdoc alone, and the man isn't completely distracted by some stupid animal project Dumbledore has implemented.]

But I can come to your office later. What time?

[Bro can't help the twinge of annoyance that he feels when Murdoc agrees with Rhys. There's nothing wrong with PDA as far as he's concerned. So for Murdoc to agree with him just makes him want to punch Rhys. Even if that didn't end well last time, considering it ruined his reputation quite a bit. Being a teacher is hard sometimes. It's hard and nobody understands.

He's grateful though, that Murdoc is able to see the importance of this moment and that he's sending Rhys away. Even if he'll apparently be back later. Ugh.]

How about never...

[Bro mutters it under his breath, shooting an irritable glance at Rhys. But then suddenly a piece of the egg is pushed up, and the snake peeks its head out from inside of it.]

Murdoc! Shit, look, it's her! Celia!

I'm perfectly aware that it's a snake, but it's my snake. That's got to mean somethin' as far as house pride goes.

[He raises a curious brow as the snake pokes her little head out, a little excited that their hardwork is coming to something.]

This afternoon after classes? Around four? I should be gradin' papers then.

[A light shrug as he gives Rhys one final look before gluing his eyes on Bro. He's excited about the snake baby, but he's a little wary about showing it in front of Rhys. So, he's just going to stare fondly at Bro.]

Yes, I can see.

Very well. [It's only with a supreme effort of will that Rhys doesn't just take out his wand and hex the blond, and instead manages to incline his head politely and stride off.]

[Bro just about breathes a sigh of relief when Rhys finally goes. He shoots him a really nasty look and if he wasn't holding the egg, he would probably give him the middle finger. After a moment, he turns his attention back to the egg, walking over to a nearby windowsill so that he can set the egg in it.]

About fuckin' time he left, Jesus dicks. Can you focus on our baby now, please?

[Murdoc can't help chuckling softly at that dirty look. Maybe it's the love potion in the air, but Bro you are just so endearingly dumb at times.]

For the last time, Dirk. It isn't our baby. It's a snake. A baby snake. [He follows him, rubbing his shoulder against him.] Are you ever gonna tell me why you're so emotionally invested in it?

I'm not emotionally invested in it. [He says it almost defensively.] Would you rather I was a stick in the mud about the whole thing and just bitched about it every step of the way? Because that's a thing I could do if you really fucking wanted.

[But he doesn't want to, because he's really into this.]

Yes you are, don't lie to me, Dirk. [He drawls out in a bored tone, stretching and wrapping an arm around him so he can nestle against him. He gives him a gooey eyed stare and leans down to rest his chin on his shoulder, showing much more affection than he tends to in public.]

I never said it was a bad thing, I just didn't expect you to take such an interest. It's adorable. [He smiles and stares for a long moment.] I love you.. [He says that in a low voice, trailing off a little as he does. He's said it before without a mutual response, he doesn't mind saying it again...though he's not sure why he did.]

[Damn there's so much goo in that stare that it's got more calories than Paula Deen's gooey butter cakes. It's a good thing he's a man of treats, because he doesn't mind at all. In fact it kind of makes him smile and just roll his eyes affectionately, leaning in to nudge Murdoc's head with his own.

He's about to respond to the adorable comment when Murdoc speaks again and says that and... Haha. Wow, it makes his heart skip a beat and his face go a bit red, because hearing it feels good even if... He can't quite bring himself to say it, but for different reasons than last time.

So instead of saying it, he just leans in and presses a kiss to Murdoc's lips, smiling against them as he does.]

[Murdoc would love to know his stupid expressions can be compared to odd but decidedly delicious muggle box cake, it's a compliment he can truly appreciate given how much he fucking loves cake.

The reaction is everything Murdoc did and didn't expect. The last time he said it..well. It didn't get brushed off, but they did sort of skim over it. The timing just wasn't right. Now? God. His heart is beating so fast and he's so irrationally excited thanks to this damn love potion, it's hard to even stay still.

He leans in and returns the kiss quickly, pressing a few more to the sides of his mouth before pulling back.]

I'm serious, Dirk. I love you. I'm in love with you. [It's cute but...that smile is a little weirdly excited for Murdoc.] We should get married.

[The kiss is nice. It's happy and enthusiastic and the little kisses Murdoc presses to the sides of his mouth feel good and make him smile. The smile grows when Murdoc says that, because even though he isn't going to say it just yet, it still feels good and makes him happy to hear.
Except... Then Murdoc says that and immediately Bro's eyes go wide, because.

Did he hear right?

Yeah... He heard right, and he's... speechless. What the fuck? Where the fuck did that even come from? He barely realizes the smile is a bit too unnatural, because he's so completely caught off guard that he just can't even focus.]

Wh-- Murdoc, did you just... I- what?

[Murdoc keeps giving Bro the bright eyed stare all through his reaction. His heart is racing and he can't think of anything but how much he loves Bro and wants to put a ring on him and keep him forever. Because he's so adorable. And handsome. And he has nice hands. Murdoc is just going to reach out and squeeze at one before giggling under his breath.

Somewhere in his brain he's telling himself he's fucking crazy, but it's hard to acknowledge it right now.]

Married! We should get married!

[Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Stop the ride, he wants to get off. This isn't planet earth anymore, this is some foreign planet. Where... Where marriage exists and he's being proposed to and his brain is slowly breaking and holy shit he's completely overloaded right now. To the point he isn't even really thinking that the castle is playing shenanigans. He just thinks Murdoc has gone crazy enough to want to actually get married all of a sudden.]

Holy shit-- We just fucking crossed babies off of things we're ready for, and suddenly you wanna get married? What the hell?

[He sounds kind of panicked. Because he is. He never even proposed to Roxanne when they were together. Him and real commitment are just... They do not go hand in hand. At least, he doesn't think they do. Right here, right now, the idea is fucking terrifying. Holy shit. He can't help but pull his hand out of Murdoc's and just... Stare at him with a flabbergasted expression.]

We can uncross them! [He says, ever so hopefully. His eyes just keep getting wider because he keeps getting more excited.] We can get married and then we can have a baby together.

[Where they'll get it from is anyone's guess! He pouts a little as Dirk pulls his hand away, stepping forward to close the distance between them so he can smile eagerly at him.]

Say yes. [He suggests, nodding for Dirk and placing a hand on his chest....and then realises how nice that feels. Now he's distracted by how buff Dirk's chest is.]

[Nope. Nope, nope, nope this is not a thing that's happening. In the back of his mind he realizes that there's probably something up, but honestly the idea is just so fucking scary right now that he's having a hard time taking himself out of the situation enough to really and truly realize that.]

No we can't! [Aside from biology, that's... No. Nope.]

[He shakes his head at Murdoc's last demand and he stares down at Murdoc's hand resting on his chest for a long moment before shaking his head again, moving to stand up.]

I'm outtie, maybe you'll realize this is ridiculous in a few hours or somethin', but I need some air.

Why not? [There's a soft whine to his voice and it's almost as if his eyes are suddenly so much more moist and filled with desperation and sadness because he just loves Bro so much it hurts!

He lets his hands drop, only so he can wipe at the tears that are welling up in his eyes from this utterly painful.]

You're goin' to leave me with our baby? [He asks in a pitiful rasp, letting out a sob.] You're a fuckin' bastard.

[Welp if there's one thing he didn't expect to hear behind him, it's the sound of Murdoc letting out a sob. When is the last time Murdoc cried? He isn't even fucking sure, but. Over this? What the hell? It's enough to put things into perspective and make him realize that maybe there's something not quite right going on. Like maybe castle shenanigans or some shit. But what the hell would cause this to happen, of all things?

He turns back around slowly.]

Murdoc, I think there's somethin' wrong with you.

[When Bro turns, Murdoc is already wiping furiously at his eyes in an attempt to hide the tears that he reeeally hadn't been too subtle about. Once he's done with that, he's going to quickly close the gap between them so he can throw one of his arms around Bro. The other hand is still craddling the egg between their chests, given that it's nowhere near hatched yet.

He muffles another sob as his brain fights the effects of the potion so it can give in to Bro's reason.]

D'you think it was Rhydderch? [His voice is so very pathetic and small now.]

[Bro very nearly lets out an audible sigh of relief when Murdoc speaks. Finally he's getting to the bottom of this and Murdoc is actually aware that something is up. Thank fuck. If Murdoc kept this up, he honestly doesn't know what the hell he would do.

But man if it's Rhys he will cut a bitch.]

I honestly don't know. When you were with him recently, were you drinking anything? Did he give you food? Was there anything off about him?

I believe in a thing called love

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Should we continue this in two seperate threads?

Sounds good!

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7000th comment posted HELL YEAH

HOORAY

HOORAH

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