Out of curiousity...

[foxmonkey]

Thanks to the pic of JC as the hottest Gryffindor ever (*ever*), if you were to write crossover fic, who would you pair him with?

For the squeamish among us, according to J.K. Rowling, Harry & Co. were born in 1981, making them all quite happily legal here in 2003. So.

JC/Harry? JC/Ron? JC/Draco? JC/...?

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[ibythetide.livejournal.com]

JC had worked through his latest self-discovery after the game with Oliver at his side. Loudly. With hand gestures and nervous pacing. He broke a glass, but that was an accident.

During the few times JC allowed himself to sit, Oliver made it a point to touch him, catch his flailing hands and hold him close. There were kisses too, often placed on JC's palm, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. Oliver looked at JC with such soft eyes, spoke with a voice barely above a whisper, and. Well, yes, JC believed in Oliver, trusted the fact that he's been flying for years.

And. No no no. Trusting Oliver and trusting an inanimate object were too completely different things. Didn't he understand?

What? No, JC did not think he was projecting his relationship fears onto the broomstick. No metaphors or symbolism. JC had trust issues not commitment issues!

It may be more than a sprained ankle next time. No, it doesn't matter if it can be mended fast.

Oh god. Knowing that doesn't make shit better.

Because JC was finally happy and in love for the first time in years and yes, something could happen to Oliver because JC's life worked exactly like that.

That was where the soul-shattering kiss came in. His entire existence centered on how Oliver moved against him, was able to calm JC with thumb on his cheek and a finger beneath his chin. It had also drugged JC's mind, making him susceptible to suggestion. That kiss was the only reason JC had agreed to try flying with Oliver. That kiss was the reason JC now balanced precariously on the polished wood of a Black Hawk 2.0, surrounded endless waves of fluttering grass.

His skin was clammy, eyes clenched tight, and his stomach was shuddering. If he leaned any farther forward, JC would've fallen to the ground. Maybe break his nose. The thought brought another wave of sickness. He gripped the strong hands steadying him that much tighter, another heave ripping through him. He leaned forward, expecting the worse, but nothing happened.

"There's a lad," Oliver whispered, hand smoothing down JC's bare skin. His thumb stroked the curve of JC's spine. He could feel JC’s muscles unclench slowly beneath his palm.

JC finally relaxed enough to sit up. "I think. I think I'm okay," he gasped, wrapping his t-shirt around his hand and wiping at his mouth and pants leg. He felt horrible. He probably smelled horrible. His shirt was ruined.

Fucking broomsticks.

"I didn't mean to. I. I mean. I'm very sorry Joshua." Oliver concentrated on carefully moving them downwind without JC noticing. The Black Hawks may not have all the speed or the power of the better-known brands, but it had the smoothest rid imaginable.

JC shook his head, slowly, continuing his deep, calming breaths. He hadn’t felt a thing. "It wasn't you at all. I just didn't expect to rise so fast like that."

"I saw you were scared. I shoulda thought of some charm to soothe you. I didn't know you got air sick."

"I don't get airsick," JC said, eyes opening. He looked back over his shoulder. "You just forgot you had a beginner here. We left my stomach like, a mile away."

"Aah. So your breakfast was needing to get back there and find it?" Oliver smirked.

"Not funny," JC's muscles clenched. "Please. Don't mention food."

He was pulled back until his body curled to fit Oliver, and his forehead rested against Oliver's neck. Something tapped his shoulder and a warm, soothing sensation rolled down JC's body. He felt more settled after that, relaxed. His mouth tasted minty. He licked his lips and felt a slight sting. Definitely minty.

"What was that?"

"Cleaning charm," Oliver said, voice still soft, brogue heavy. He folded their hands across JC's waist and kissed his temple. "Do you want to try again?"

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JC realized he was in the middle of another moment. They always snuck up on him even though it started the same way every time. JC flustered or upset, Oliver soothing, a kiss, and suddenly JC was agreeing or understanding or learning or wishing for more time to spend in this perfect moment.

"Not really." JC sighed. "But we may as well or else you'll trick me into it again. Just go slower this time, okay." JC spoke over Oliver's protest. "And, you know. Not too high."

"Alright then. You keep your eyes closed until you get used to the feeling. And don't worry so much, I got you so everything will be okay."

He closed his eyes. "Okay." JC believed him. Believing was easy.

Oliver pushed gently and they were off again, this time at a much slower pace. The grass just tickled the bottom of JC’s feet.

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I am so sorry it took three comments! I was too pissed at LJ to stop. Then I realized that this wasn't my journal. Forgive me.

Re: 4300 characters only? That sucks!

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

Woman! JC/Oliver just for me, kinda!

Sorry about the nagging, but you know I can't help myself. I mean...he's Scottish and magical! How could I resist? :-D

Anyway, I'm very pleased to have this in my LJ, don't apologize. I enjoyed it immensely; thanks for indulging my whim. (((Aylex)))