WISHLISTS: Feels So Good (Hugo/Lily)
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Recipient:ely_baby
Title: Feels So Good
Pairing: Hugo/Lily
Request/Prompt:
Rating: R
Word Count: 907
Summary: Lily reflects as they get ready for a night on the town and Hugo asks a question she hadn’t planned on ever having to answer.
Author's Notes: I've never written Hugo or Lily before and I hope Hugo's preferences aren't too far off the path. Rating and warnings for incest and mention of underage sex.
She walks into the bedroom and sees him standing before the mirror.
“Why do you do that,” she asks as she walks up behind him and checks the straps of her favorite little black dress. The one he’s always trying on but never goes to the store to get one of his own.
“Do what,” he asks back. He knows what, it’s a game they like to play and it drives her crazy, even if she refuses to admit she enjoys it.
“Try on my things without any regard to tearing, stretching or otherwise damaging them,” Lily points out. It’s typical of Hugo that he never shows any concern for her feelings. It’s all about how he looks, how he feels. Is he beautiful enough, glamorous enough, pretty enough.
He is and that’s what drives Lily crazy. They may be cousins but seeing him dressed to the hilt in the best selections of her wardrobe drives her crazy. Every single time.
Five years. It’s been five years since Lily first caught him wearing her clothes, walking into her bedroom on the night before her sixteenth birthday and seeing him in her panties and bra. She couldn’t help herself, she threw him to the floor and before she knew it, they were waking up in bed together the following morning.
Her cousin, her favorite cousin, her most favorite person in the world, the only one she’d ever slept with. It was a not-so-minor miracle that nobody had walked in on them. It wasn’t unheard of for cousins to share a bed during a sleepover, but they usually wore clothes.
But not that night and very infrequently since then.
“It’s not that bad, Lily,” Hugo observes. “I think I’ve finally figured out the right makeup to go with this dress.”
“My dress,” Lily replies.
“No,” Hugo points out, spinning around with his long flowing hair spinning about his head as he puts his hands on his hips, “my dress. I went out and bought my own. Yours is still in the wardrobe.”
“Oh really,” Lily says with a drawl worthy of Scorpius Malfoy as she walks over to her wardrobe to pleasantly discover her own dress hanging there. “And what, pray tell, brought on this bout of generosity?”
“I think I might finally be ready to reveal myself to the world,” Hugo obvserves.
“You’re joking!” Lily explodes. Of all the things Hugo could admit to, going out in public dressed as a woman is not something she’d have ever expected. Half the family already knows, but still it’s a secret he’s chosen to keep.
The two of them sleeping together, that’s something they don’t plan on ever revealing, to anyone.
“No,” Hugo says with an honesty you’ve never heard him speak with before, “I’m finally comfortable enough with who I am and who we are and I want the world to know.”
“I’m not telling the family about us,” Lily declares with the moral fortitude she learned from her grandma Molly. “I’m sorry but they’ll never accept us.”
“I know,” Hugo sighs, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t let the muggles see who we are, who we really are.”
“And if they ask us who we are,” Lily inquires, not totally sure she wants to know the answer. “I mean who we really are.”
“We tell them,” Hugo answers. “I’m Hugo and you’re my wife, Lily.”
“Wife,” Lily asks incredulously. “We’re going to tell people we’re married? I understand why we’re lying to our parents, Hugo. But why do we have to lie to the muggles?”
“Who says it’s a lie,” Hugo remarks with a grin. “You know I want to marry you, Lily and I fully intend to.”
“And after the nuptials, the bride’s family will team up with the groom’s family to murder the bride and groom,” Lily scolds as she walks up to Hugo and wraps her arms around his neck, his gorgeous, gorgeous neck, the one she’d kissed so many times as his hands had roamed oh so freely over her hips. “Grandma Molly will be the first in line to hex us into oblivion. Or have you forgotten how she reacted when Dominique came out as queer?”
“You know I adore our grandmother but she’s far too much a slave to her emotions,” Hugo observes. “And the reason she pitched a fit is because Dominique announced she was moving to America to join a commune with that witch she met at Ilvermorny.”
Lily can’t help but sigh as she leans her forehead against Hugo’s. “So this wedding we’re going to have, I don’t suppose I get to be the one with the gorgeous wedding train? Or do you plan on outshining your beautiful bride to be?”
“Oh, I suppose I can be talked into letting you be the one to wear the dress,” Hugo teases. “So long as I’m allowed to throw the bouquet.”
Grinning madly, Lily can’t help it as she thwaps Hugo on the chest. “So are we going clubbing or not?”
“Of course we are,” Hugo admits as he rubs the spot on his chest where his girlfriend just hit him, “just let me find my heels, the black ones with the silver trim.”
“And the wedding?” Lily teases, not really expecting an answer.
“Ask me tomorrow,” Hugo announces as he pulls his favorite set of heels out from underneath the sofa, “when we go down to register for our license.”
plaidphoenixRecipient:
ely_babyTitle: Feels So Good
Pairing: Hugo/Lily
Request/Prompt:
Rating: R
Word Count: 907
Summary: Lily reflects as they get ready for a night on the town and Hugo asks a question she hadn’t planned on ever having to answer.
Author's Notes: I've never written Hugo or Lily before and I hope Hugo's preferences aren't too far off the path. Rating and warnings for incest and mention of underage sex.
She walks into the bedroom and sees him standing before the mirror.
“Why do you do that,” she asks as she walks up behind him and checks the straps of her favorite little black dress. The one he’s always trying on but never goes to the store to get one of his own.
“Do what,” he asks back. He knows what, it’s a game they like to play and it drives her crazy, even if she refuses to admit she enjoys it.
“Try on my things without any regard to tearing, stretching or otherwise damaging them,” Lily points out. It’s typical of Hugo that he never shows any concern for her feelings. It’s all about how he looks, how he feels. Is he beautiful enough, glamorous enough, pretty enough.
He is and that’s what drives Lily crazy. They may be cousins but seeing him dressed to the hilt in the best selections of her wardrobe drives her crazy. Every single time.
Five years. It’s been five years since Lily first caught him wearing her clothes, walking into her bedroom on the night before her sixteenth birthday and seeing him in her panties and bra. She couldn’t help herself, she threw him to the floor and before she knew it, they were waking up in bed together the following morning.
Her cousin, her favorite cousin, her most favorite person in the world, the only one she’d ever slept with. It was a not-so-minor miracle that nobody had walked in on them. It wasn’t unheard of for cousins to share a bed during a sleepover, but they usually wore clothes.
But not that night and very infrequently since then.
“It’s not that bad, Lily,” Hugo observes. “I think I’ve finally figured out the right makeup to go with this dress.”
“My dress,” Lily replies.
“No,” Hugo points out, spinning around with his long flowing hair spinning about his head as he puts his hands on his hips, “my dress. I went out and bought my own. Yours is still in the wardrobe.”
“Oh really,” Lily says with a drawl worthy of Scorpius Malfoy as she walks over to her wardrobe to pleasantly discover her own dress hanging there. “And what, pray tell, brought on this bout of generosity?”
“I think I might finally be ready to reveal myself to the world,” Hugo obvserves.
“You’re joking!” Lily explodes. Of all the things Hugo could admit to, going out in public dressed as a woman is not something she’d have ever expected. Half the family already knows, but still it’s a secret he’s chosen to keep.
The two of them sleeping together, that’s something they don’t plan on ever revealing, to anyone.
“No,” Hugo says with an honesty you’ve never heard him speak with before, “I’m finally comfortable enough with who I am and who we are and I want the world to know.”
“I’m not telling the family about us,” Lily declares with the moral fortitude she learned from her grandma Molly. “I’m sorry but they’ll never accept us.”
“I know,” Hugo sighs, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t let the muggles see who we are, who we really are.”
“And if they ask us who we are,” Lily inquires, not totally sure she wants to know the answer. “I mean who we really are.”
“We tell them,” Hugo answers. “I’m Hugo and you’re my wife, Lily.”
“Wife,” Lily asks incredulously. “We’re going to tell people we’re married? I understand why we’re lying to our parents, Hugo. But why do we have to lie to the muggles?”
“Who says it’s a lie,” Hugo remarks with a grin. “You know I want to marry you, Lily and I fully intend to.”
“And after the nuptials, the bride’s family will team up with the groom’s family to murder the bride and groom,” Lily scolds as she walks up to Hugo and wraps her arms around his neck, his gorgeous, gorgeous neck, the one she’d kissed so many times as his hands had roamed oh so freely over her hips. “Grandma Molly will be the first in line to hex us into oblivion. Or have you forgotten how she reacted when Dominique came out as queer?”
“You know I adore our grandmother but she’s far too much a slave to her emotions,” Hugo observes. “And the reason she pitched a fit is because Dominique announced she was moving to America to join a commune with that witch she met at Ilvermorny.”
Lily can’t help but sigh as she leans her forehead against Hugo’s. “So this wedding we’re going to have, I don’t suppose I get to be the one with the gorgeous wedding train? Or do you plan on outshining your beautiful bride to be?”
“Oh, I suppose I can be talked into letting you be the one to wear the dress,” Hugo teases. “So long as I’m allowed to throw the bouquet.”
Grinning madly, Lily can’t help it as she thwaps Hugo on the chest. “So are we going clubbing or not?”
“Of course we are,” Hugo admits as he rubs the spot on his chest where his girlfriend just hit him, “just let me find my heels, the black ones with the silver trim.”
“And the wedding?” Lily teases, not really expecting an answer.
“Ask me tomorrow,” Hugo announces as he pulls his favorite set of heels out from underneath the sofa, “when we go down to register for our license.”
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Date: 2016-07-08 10:45 am (UTC)Second, I'll admit that this Hugo is totally new to me, and that I would probably not actively search for stories where he is depicted as having crossdressing tendencies; nonetheless, I was swept into this ficlet from the very first line and I just made all sorts of very embarrassing sounds every time you hinted at Lily and Hugo's relationship and when they had any sort of interaction.
What I thought might have been a deterrent for me - Hugo being into wearing Lily's clothes - it actually became an instantaneously fascinating feature of the story. I love their relationship here, how open it is and how finding Hugo dressed in her clothes is what makes Lily basically pounce on him in the first place. I loved how you managed to take what would be a perfectly "normal" heterosexual relationship, and blur all sorts of lines between the sexual orientations of the characters until it becomes this interesting, loving, open, and accepting pastiche (and I mean it in the most positive way ever).
I love that you've decided to depict the moment when Hugo asks Lily to marry him, and I love how completely natural that feels. I especially like when he says, "You know I want to marry you, Lily and I fully intend to." It's like there isn't a doubt in his mind that they will end up together forever. I love the banter about the wedding dress and how the fact that Hugo likes to crossdress is of secondary importance compared to their incesty relationship, and how they feel about that in relation to the outside world.
Naturally, all the references to tender moments between them (past, present and future) make me grin madly and sigh like an idiot. They are the sweetest together, and you write them beautifully - in fact, you should definitely write them more often! I really, really, really loved this. It was bloody fantastic to wake up to a present, a well-written, engaging, unique and beautiful present. Thank you so much for taking the time to fulfill one of my wishes! You just made my day. <333 xxx
PS--If you have AO3 and plan to post this there, feel free to add me as recipient! I'd love that, actually. xx
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Date: 2016-07-08 05:29 pm (UTC)As I mentioned, I've never written LUGO before so I was a little nervous. My personal favorite next-gen is Rose but I'm so glad I wrote it and I'm over the moon you like it.
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Date: 2016-07-08 08:22 pm (UTC)Oh, you shouldn't have been nervous. You did an ace job. <3 xx
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Date: 2016-07-11 05:01 pm (UTC)I rather love crossdressing!Hugo, and Lily being annoyed that he's always borrowing her clothes, but also really fancying him like that.
(But you're American, right? In the UK - which Hugo and Lily are - cousin marriage/relationships aren't really much of a scandal. Sorry. Clearly we're all inbred over here!)
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Date: 2016-07-12 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-12 03:59 pm (UTC)I intended to marry my cousin when I was a kid. Partly because I really liked him, but mostly because I wanted to keep my own surname and it seemed the obvious way. I discovered later that actually, I could marry someone else and keep my surname, so I did that instead ;)