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Title: Dudley
Pairing(s): Dudley/OMC
Rating:PG-13 (On the off chance that boys kissing boys bothers anyone)
Warnings:Boys kissing boys
Word Count:465
Summary: Will the tap be cold tonight as well, or will the land lady have fixed it? Who knows, he thinks as a loving caressing tongue enters his mouth, and who cares?
Notes: I've never really written anything Dudley centric so I hope that you like it dear! For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wwmrsweasleydo
Small eternities pass in which his mother doesn’t call, gifts no longer come, there is no money or well wishes on any holidays. When he calls, just to check in, his father refers to him as a perverted freak of nature. Broad shoulders slump and he feels as worthless and helpless as he imagines Harry did all those years ago. Back when he was still the doted child and Potter was the freak. The hidden person they pretended didn’t exist, and now that person is him; Dudley.
He could lie, say that he is changed; cured, as they’d like to believe. But would it make things better, would it keep him happy? Probably not. Lying doesn’t fix problems, it only builds them up making them infinitely worse. He’s learned that from years of watching his parents lie their way up, only to be knocked down when they were caught.
There are days when he wishes he wasn’t in a crummy flat with a shoddy land lady who doesn’t bother to fix the constantly cold “hot” water. He hates that he has to boil water for the bath, hates that no matter how hard he tries rain water drips in from the ceiling every time it pours. There are a lot of things about this place he hates, and about the life that he is living. But there is one thing that makes it all worthwhile. Sammy Kensington.
Blue, blue eyes, and a boyish grin; every morning when he wakes to see them Dudley knows that he is blessed even if at times this place seems like complete hell.
Sammy lures him back to safety when his depression threatens to drown him. Dudley is made strong again by the adoring eyes and husky whispers Sammy graces him with whenever they meet after work. The first moment of their evening, the first true moment of Dudley’s day, is when they stand on the stoop of the building while Dudley fumbles with the key. Slim golden fingers brushing against his thick forearm while Sammy laughs at his obvious nervousness. Even after nearly a year Dudley feels frightened in the presence of his lover. What if today he leaves, will that make his parents right? Does that mean that homosexuals are doomed to life without true love? The thoughts that race always make him queasy.
Then there are the gentle kisses to his temple and lips; his tall slender lover wraps his arms about Dudley’s thick neck...and like magic all of the tension eases away. Leaving only him, only this man, and the rest of his unknown future. Will the tap be cold tonight as well, or will the land lady have fixed it? Who knows, he thinks as a loving caressing tongue enters his mouth, and who cares?
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crazyparakissTitle: Dudley
Pairing(s): Dudley/OMC
Rating:PG-13 (On the off chance that boys kissing boys bothers anyone)
Warnings:Boys kissing boys
Word Count:465
Summary: Will the tap be cold tonight as well, or will the land lady have fixed it? Who knows, he thinks as a loving caressing tongue enters his mouth, and who cares?
Notes: I've never really written anything Dudley centric so I hope that you like it dear! For
wwmrsweasleydoSmall eternities pass in which his mother doesn’t call, gifts no longer come, there is no money or well wishes on any holidays. When he calls, just to check in, his father refers to him as a perverted freak of nature. Broad shoulders slump and he feels as worthless and helpless as he imagines Harry did all those years ago. Back when he was still the doted child and Potter was the freak. The hidden person they pretended didn’t exist, and now that person is him; Dudley.
He could lie, say that he is changed; cured, as they’d like to believe. But would it make things better, would it keep him happy? Probably not. Lying doesn’t fix problems, it only builds them up making them infinitely worse. He’s learned that from years of watching his parents lie their way up, only to be knocked down when they were caught.
There are days when he wishes he wasn’t in a crummy flat with a shoddy land lady who doesn’t bother to fix the constantly cold “hot” water. He hates that he has to boil water for the bath, hates that no matter how hard he tries rain water drips in from the ceiling every time it pours. There are a lot of things about this place he hates, and about the life that he is living. But there is one thing that makes it all worthwhile. Sammy Kensington.
Blue, blue eyes, and a boyish grin; every morning when he wakes to see them Dudley knows that he is blessed even if at times this place seems like complete hell.
Sammy lures him back to safety when his depression threatens to drown him. Dudley is made strong again by the adoring eyes and husky whispers Sammy graces him with whenever they meet after work. The first moment of their evening, the first true moment of Dudley’s day, is when they stand on the stoop of the building while Dudley fumbles with the key. Slim golden fingers brushing against his thick forearm while Sammy laughs at his obvious nervousness. Even after nearly a year Dudley feels frightened in the presence of his lover. What if today he leaves, will that make his parents right? Does that mean that homosexuals are doomed to life without true love? The thoughts that race always make him queasy.
Then there are the gentle kisses to his temple and lips; his tall slender lover wraps his arms about Dudley’s thick neck...and like magic all of the tension eases away. Leaving only him, only this man, and the rest of his unknown future. Will the tap be cold tonight as well, or will the land lady have fixed it? Who knows, he thinks as a loving caressing tongue enters his mouth, and who cares?
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Date: 2010-11-22 11:55 pm (UTC)From:This is the first (and only) thing I've ever read that made me care about Dudley. I didn't believe that was possible, but my heart just broke for him. It was believable and gritty and the end was hopeful and so bittersweet. All of that in just a few hundred words!
Lovely little fic. Just perfect. ♥
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Date: 2010-11-23 12:00 am (UTC)From:Dudley has never been my favorite character either, if anything I have always seen him as a huge pest. However, wwmrsweasleydo, she really inspired me to take a closer look at him. I thought, "Yeah alright, I GUESS he can be human." lol.
Your holiday fic is in the works :D
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Date: 2010-11-23 12:03 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2010-11-23 01:23 am (UTC)From:What sort of squicks are we talking about? I do have a few, but there aren't too many things that I absolutely won't read. Context is as important as content to me.
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Date: 2010-11-23 02:06 am (UTC)From:Oh yeah Al is kind of a bastard, super smart but wastes his talent just to spite his mum type thing and Scorpius is a hopeless hack at magic...worse than Neville in the first books. lol
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Date: 2010-11-23 02:30 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2010-11-23 12:02 am (UTC)From:Have a happy holiday dear! I know it is early but I might be terribly busy later and I want to make sure all of my friends have a fic from me. *Squish* Did you like the movie?
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Date: 2010-11-24 02:36 pm (UTC)From:I LOVED the movie! Much better than the last one. I'm seeing it again on Friday with eight ten-yr-olds. There are moments when I may have to hide all of their eyes to protect their innocences!!!
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Date: 2010-11-24 05:34 pm (UTC)From: