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until the end of my life

So the living room wasn't that hard to find, Killian had to admit, though not out loud. This Dorian guy pointed out the stereo and a huge shelf full of records, which was pretty impressive. "Oh, cool," he said, running his hand over then admiringly. "You know this Leo guy, yeah? What do you think he'd like? Or most of the people here. I only really know Halley and she'd have me play Valentine songs. He's a bit... raunchy for something like this." Valentine's music was incredible, but maybe more for a real party, not a chilled out vibe at all. Killian began pulling out records, scanning the titles, and putting them back. He found a couple of The Hook's albums, which would be good if Dorian didn't have any suggestions. He looked like a cool guy, though, someone who had good taste in music. Killian looked at him expectantly.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone!
words: 185
notes: <3
outfit: Sexy Quidditch Star!

until the end of my life

Killian tilted his head in thought. "So, what you're saying is I need to take down the rest of the posters from inside my wardrobe? And the bikini shot in the bathroom?" Atticus was probably right, it might be time to grow up a bit and only have one or two posters on his walls instead of a million in hidden locations all around the room. That kind of thing was Hogwarts style behaviour. He was a man now, an adult with a real job, his dream job, no less. He should start making sure his personal space represented that. No more cheesy teenager, it was time for a bedroom makeover. His mum would be ecstatic, she loved decorating. Killian could probably just tell her what he wanted and leave her to it and she'd do a better job of it on her own than if she had a team of helpers. The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts, and Killian spoke in a rush. "Bagsy not it." No way was he getting up to get their food.



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tag: Atticus Caleb Vaile
words: 216
notes: <3
outfit: Green hoodie, black sweat pants, bare feet, wet hair.

until the end of my life

She was ready, and then she wasn't, and then she shoved an awkward container with Merlin knew what inside on him, and Killian gripped onto it like his life depended on it. Then she had the cheek to ask him if he was ready, and Killian could only roll his eyes, shake his head, and follow her lead. She managed to apparate them both to this Leo guys house without splinching either of them, which he was impressed with, and then he just stood there in front of a pretty nice lake house, wondering what the hell he was actually holding on to. "I don't drop things. I play Quidditch. What is it?" he snipped as Halley approached the front door, which swung open magically for her. He followed her inside, glancing this way and that for signs of a kitchen. "Errr, I guess we go this way," he said, heading towards a fancy looking dining table, which had a door on the other side of it. Sure enough the door led to the kitchen, and he dumped - carefully - the container onto the nearest counter. "Did you say this guy has a pool?" he asked, peering out of the window which had a stunning view of the lakes behind the house.



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tag: Halley Roisin Bailey and everyone!
words: 246
notes: <3
outfit: Sexy Quidditch Star!

until the end of my life

"Wooing the fairer sex?" Killian glanced around the room, making a big show of looking for said fairer sex and finding none. "I haven't seen a woman sneaking out of here for a year or more." He snorted out a laugh, and headed out of the kitchen, weaving his way through the house towards the smaller living room with the obnoxiously large muggle television that his dad had installed in there. "Wanna watch a horror? Thriller? Action?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the large hallways of the enormous Vaile home. It would reach Atticus eventually, that echo carried for miles. He opened the case of a wholesome kid friendly movie and removed the tape from inside, shoving it in a drawer and leaving the open case on the coffee table for his mum to find. Atticus was right, if she thought they'd had healthy food and watched a family friendly film she'd be in a great mood.



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tag: Atticus Caleb Vaile
words: 197
notes: <3
outfit: Green hoodie, black sweat pants, bare feet, wet hair.

until the end of my life

Flying with Atticus wasn't as challenging as practising with his team, but Killian's uncle was pretty nifty on a broom. He could hold his own up there, though he wasn't as youthful as he used to be. When Killian had been a kid, there was nothing Atticus couldn't do in his eyes. He was a superman, invincible. Killian had so many memories of the two of them getting up to all kinds of mischief and fun adventures together. And now he was closing in on forty and clinging on to the last of his youth. He wasn't as decrepit as Killian's dad. Abraxas was starting to creak when he walked, or so Killian liked to tell him. His dad was a badass, really, an amazing Auror, and not at all creaky, but it was fun to tease him. And Atti. "You big baby!" Killian called, when a little rain scared his uncle off into the house. Killian took his time heading inside, landing in the soggy grass and shaking his wet hair out as he stepped inside the house. Atticus' broom was propped up by the door, muddy and dripping. Killian's mum was going to kill him.

Killian had a much smarter idea. He flashed his wand and called some paper towels over from the shelf, then he made them hover under his broom as he carried it through the house and upstairs to his bedroom. Not a drip on any of his mum's pristine floors. Excellent. He was doing okay until he walked in the bathroom and realised that he was out of shower gel. And shampoo. "Ah, crap." He'd have to borrow his dad's. Heading down the obnoxiously long hallway of the obnoxiously large home he couldn't bring himself to move out of, Killian headed into his parents room and through to the en suite. There was a whole wall lined with lotions and potions, and Killian wasted no time throwing his wet clothes on the floor and stepping into their massive shower.

He sang loudly to himself as he scrubbed himself clean, grabbing one of the bottles off of the shelf. "Lavender." He gave it a sniff. "Hmm. Not bad." He lathered himself up, and then reached for the first shampoo he could see. His hair felt like silk as he rinsed it off, glancing at the shampoo bottle. Coconut. Nice. Then he grabbed his broom and held it under the flow of the water, rubbing a load of lavender soap on that, too. It was gleaming by the time he'd finished rubbing it down, and he dried it with his wand before rubbing himself down with a towel, leaving it on the bathroom floor and heading back to his room stark naked with a gleaming broom.

He loved having time off to just relax at home and see his family. He had underestimated how much being a Professional Quidditch Player would take him away from his life and his routine. He couldn't really have a routine. He hadn't thought it would bother him that much, but he had realised early on that he had actually been in a pretty solid routine for the past seven years at school, and changing that felt bizarre. He would adjust, it was just taking a little while. He appreciated days at home. Dressing in a loose green hoodie and some comfy black sweat pants, he padded barefoot down to the kitchen, finding Atticus raiding the fridge. Killian took the beer out of his uncle's hand and opened it, swigging it before it could be snatched back. "Pizza?" Killian asked, leaning against the counter. He met his uncle's gaze. "Chinese." Killian grinned. He was starving.



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tag: Atticus Caleb Vaile
words: 653
notes: <3
outfit: Green hoodie, black sweat pants, bare feet, wet hair.

Rogues and Rascals

Her wink caused a smile to spread across Killian's handsome face. He could always count on Jazzy for a good flirt, and today was no disappointment. Not that he was expecting things of her. He wasn't that kind of lad, but it was a nice perk that she enjoyed making out with him as much as he did her. A mutual appreciation of one another's lips was a fine thing, indeed, but did he want to make out with her in the stinky owlery? That was something to consider. He'd gotten up to some naughty things in most places around the castle, but even Killian, loose and lusty as he was, had his limits. "I knew you couldn't resist me for long," he grinned, pulling off his cloak and draping it over one of the lower window ledges to hide the owl droppings that were dried on there. His cloak would need a deep clean after, but he'd take the hit for a bit of fun. He reached out and took Jazzy by the hand, pulling her towards him and lifting her up to sit on his cloak. Perfect kissing height. He leaned in, stopping with his lips millimetres from hers. If she wanted kisses, she could come and get them.



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tag: Jasmine Cherry Moon
words: 229
outfit: School uniform.
notes: <3