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maryoliivia:

A soft groan escaped Mary’s lips as his left her own but she smiled at the sound of her name from his lips and how he remained holding her close. “Yes?” she asked grinning. This was so much, so much more than she had hoped for, so much more than she had expected tonight to be but it was perfect and for once she wasn’t dreaming up ways to ruin it. 

He answered simply by pulling her closer still, their mouths finding each other again, they were a mess of limbs and lips and hands tangling in hair, tongues daring to caress each other in the most tender of ways. She didn’t want it to end, couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything but kissing him for the rest of her days; or at least for the rest of the night. She was sure Andromeda and Ted wouldn’t mind. Their absence might possibly even go unnoticed, but then again, maybe it wouldn’t. 

She reveled in this a few moments more savoring the feel of his lips and how it felt as if they were the only two beings in existence. Her hands cupped his face affectionately as she finally, reluctantly broke the kiss, pulling away only slightly, her forehead pressed against his. “Do you think anyone’s noticed we disappeared yet?” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips. 

He grinned against her lips. ‘Yes?’ Amos chuckled softly at her response, leaving little kisses like the flakes of snow falling around them. Fresh snow, like a chilled metaphor. Delicate. You don’t want to step in it for fear of dirtying it up, for fear of ruining something so pure. Hesitant. Excited.

His groan mimicked her own when she pulled away. No, breaking away meant thinking. He didn’t want to think. Thinking just ruined things. Couldn’t they just be?

Amos’ eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. The feeling of her hands around his face was something beyond comfort. Both of them existed as one source of heat in the chilly air and he reveled in it. His eyes opened at her question. “You know, love, I have a feeling that the two people that matter most here sort of wanted us to disappear...” He laughed, shaking his head. The sound from inside was muffled. Snow made the air quiet... a lovely quiet.. 

His mouth moved to her forehead, allowing his lips to linger there. His mind did wander. He imagined Andie was itching to peer out to them, but wouldn’t, wanting to give the two of them their space and time. 

Couldn’t he just capture that space and time? 

“I don’t really mind if they have noticed, though. This is too... perfect.” He murmured against her hair, his mouth having found its way to her hairline, down to her ear. He pulled back to look at her, eyes shining. Struck again and again by her beauty - her eyes shined with understanding. Mary saw him. When people saw him, he wanted to smile it away, laugh it away, shrink away. Not with her. “We really can’t stay the course, can we?” 

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maryoliivia:

For a moment she was speechless. ‘Why would I ever want to leave you?’ it sounded like a rhetorical question but if she were to answer it she would tell him there were hundreds of reasons and she had had no problem demonstrating them in the past. Why wouldn’t he want to was the real question; but his next words interrupted her mental stream of self loathing. “You do?” 

She turned, facing him and shaking her head she shushed him pressing two fingers to his lips as he stumbled out apologies. Apologies for what? For being human? For reacting the exact way she would have if the shoe had been on the other foot. “No…no don’t do that, don’t apologize ok?” she took his hands and laced her fingers through his, squeezing gently. “Can’t we just put all that behind us and start new?” It was a thought that had crossed her mind a million times over the last year and it was like taking a breath of fresh air to say it out loud. 

“It meant so much to me too.” It suddenly permeated her alcohol soaked mind that they were closer than they had been in ages and that if she moved her face ever so slightly she could kiss him; she wondered what he would do if she did, would he kiss her back? Push her away? Suddenly it didn’t matter what he would do all that mattered was that her lips were pressed to his and her hands were grasping the front of his shirt pulling him closer, desperate for more, more of this more of him. 

He laughed, a bit breathless, a bit shakily, heart beat a bit too fast. “Yeah, Mare, I do.” Amos nudged her slightly. It was silly for her to be surprised. He loved being with her. He wished he could spend nearly all his time with her... but that wasn’t fair to her. Like he always tried to explain away to himself, not good enough.

But he didn’t want to explain that away tonight. 

He liked these feelings. He liked being happy. So couldn’t he just let himself have that tonight? For once, he wanted to let himself enjoy this. Amos could just revel in her. 

A grin pressed through when she put her fingers on his lips, unable to help it as he found the gesture so endearing. He didn’t argue with her as she spoke. Mary’s eyes filled with such a sense of urgency... of sincerity. He sucked in a breath at the interlaced hands, at the proximity, at the words. Start anew, please. If he could take back that year, that year of distance. In a heartbeat. In a heartbeat.

And that’s all it took. In a heartbeat, she was against him, her lips on his, and his arms wrapped around her, and it was euphoric. Her hands were clasped onto his shirt and he liked feeling that sense of want from her. It emulated his own. Amos’ hands found themselves tangled in her hair, bringing her close - keeping her close. 

Her lips were soft, like he remembered  Softer, maybe? They were perfect, this was everything, she was everything. They were both hungry, but careful. Desperate, but considerate. Eventually, eventually, he broke away, though gently brushing against her lips again, briefly and tenderly. “Mary...” He breathed. He didn’t have any words, really. He just wanted to say her name. His hands found her shoulder, her arm, her waist, bringing her closer, bringing their mouths together again. It was like he was deprived of something. And this released a wave of relief over him. All of the tension and the doubt... it was gone. All of his panic was washed away in this moment. She was here. That was all that mattered.

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 maryoliivia: 

Mary looped her arm through his, thankful to have him to steady her, though she would have been grateful to anyone at this point she was especially glad it was Amos. She felt safe here with him, like the world was turbulent all around them and this small bubble around him was the calm quiet eye of the storm.

 She hadn’t realized how inebriated she was until that thought crossed her mind and a laugh escaped her lips as she looked back as they exited the room to realize just how wrong she was. Andromeda and Ted were in the middle of the dance floor rotating slowly to another love song, staring into each others eyes looking so in love as friends and family watched and danced around them. This was a place of calm, of love and light, and Mary couldn’t help but selfishly love to escape it for just a moment alone with Amos. 

Out in the courtyard it was a different world, Mary had forgotten it was the middle of winter and the crisp night was sobering. She nudged closer to Amos instinctively. “Thank you.” she grinned, feeling her cheeks flush from the alcohol and the slight frosty breeze.  “It was just getting stifling in there…I mean I’m sure that’s mostly due to my excessive consumption of alcohol.” she laughed and turned to face him, her breath coming out in puffs.

“I’m sorry to steal you away from the party, you could leave me here if you want.” her heart skipped a beat as she said it, hoping he would find the idea as ridiculous as she did, hoping that he would insist on staying here with her, hoping he would….she stopped her mind from going down that path. She didn’t want to face potential disappointment should things not turn out that way. And then there would be sober repercussions to deal with. Drunk Mary was saying screw the repercussions, but sober Mary would be saying screw drunk Mary in the morning. She tried not to think about what drunk and sober Amos would be saying. 

His brows rose, extremely amused, at Mary’s unexpected laugh. The girl was certainly far from sober - not that he could say much different for himself. He made sure to help steady her. She was so loose and happy right now, he wished they could be like this more often, without the pretense of drinking... or with the uncertainty of their feelings. 

He thought about what Lily had said to him. How he had admitted them even without realizing it... well, of course he had feelings. How could he not? It was just a matter of not thinking he should act on those feelings. But when she was pressed close to him and they were standing together in the snowfall with a warm filter around his vision... maybe he didn’t have to stand by that. Maybe it didn’t have to be that way - it didn’t have to be so difficult. 

“I understand,” he chuckled, keeping her close as their arms remained looped. “It’s... honestly beautiful out here. I’ve never been one for winter, really, but I can at least appreciate it in times like this.” He grinned, the flakes of snow were almost cinematic as they landed large and softly around them. He smiled warmly as he saw them litter the top of head, falling against her dark strands. 

He nudged her, scoffing. “Why would I ever want to leave you?” His words were earnest. More earnest than the moment probably called for. “...I just, really like being with you, Mary. More than most.” He smiled, laughing a bit to make it less serious - he figured it wasn’t working. At least not for him. He chewed on his bottom lip a bit. Lily and Andie’s words both rang in his head. If you’re not ready now, will you be? “Mary... I..” How did he begin? His brain was frazzled. “I’m sorry for... acting how I did. Like I didn’t care about what had happened, or like it didn’t matter, or that it wasn’t something important or that it was trivial... because it was not. It meant... so much.”

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| repercussions |

January 6th, 1978 - a week after the wedding

“You were involved in that?!”

Amos flinched at his father’s raised voice. Still, he was not used to that anger. Still, it hurt to see that anger and disappointment directed at him. 

“Of course I was.” Amos directed back to him once he found his words. He kept his stance hard, he kept his body upright, as confident as he could. His heart still beat a million miles a minute. “These are my best friends. How could I not go celebrate this with them? This marriage is important! How cou-”

“Do you understand what danger you put yourself in?! What danger you put this family in once again?!” Amos flinched again. Jonathan was seething with anger. Anger and fear. “You remember what happened the last time we even got close to these kind of... of political affairs! You know how that affected us!”

He could only watch his father, frozen with uncertainty and fear. He had not seen Jonathan exude so much emotion since... since...

“You’re calling that a ‘political affair’?” His eyebrows shot up, watching his father in disbelief. His jaw clenched slightly, though could feel his body trembling with anxiety. Chills ran down him. “They were in love and they had no reason to stray from that. No one could help what happened, and... hiding in fear, that’s not going to change a damn thing!” His voice had raised into a shout to match his dad’s. Jonathan looked affronted, a very serious look in his eyes, forehead creased. “Ted and Andromeda are showing people not to be afraid. This is important. More important than your... your image.”

A laugh barked out of Jonathan in a manner that Amos had never heard before. He took a small step back, concerned. His father spoke, his voice different than he had ever heard it. “You stupid boy, you think this is about me? About my image? What do you think is more important than the safety of this family, some vague, useless message?” Amos was stuck, unable to speak. All he could listen to was his father berate his friends, berate him, berate the past... berate the importance of everything. “This is about you and Abigail and your mother. Your sister is delicate enough as it is, what happens if you get involved in this mess? What happens to our name and how we can take care of her? What happens if she loses you? Of course I’m sure you haven’t thought that far, because you only think about yourself, and these... these ridiculous notions of an idiotic revolution.”

Amos looked at the floor in front of him, trying to grasp at words, at some kind of defense for himself... but he couldn’t. His father knew him best, of course. He had raised him. He knew Amos was just constantly wearing a mask, but... he was a coward. And he didn’t think about Abbie enough. 

Amos looked back up at his father, who spoke in a lower, more controlled voice... he could still feel that pain and anger emanating from him though. “You are a grown man, now. You are responsible for your own decisions. But your sister is not, and you are not in charge of her care, I am. You brought her to this event, right?” Amos’ eyes widened. The healer said they wouldn’t... “You brought her there without thinking of anything but instant gratification. You all could have been attacked. She could have died, Amos. Can you think of anyone but yourself?!”

His mouth went dry. “We had taken precautions, and Abbie didn’t stay the whole ti-��� Jonathan Diggory had never been a violent man, but in that moment, as he shouted out, glass smashed behind him on one of the bookcases, and Amos scrambled backwards quickly. “You are not to take her anywhere else! She will be on constant watch, you will not be trusted with her any longer. You stupid, irresponsible boy. It’s time for you to understand - Merlin help me, you are all that is left to take care of this family and it’s name after me, and you say you want to help me, but what help do you even give? You are not ready for any of this, and that is unacceptable.” 

The two men stared at each other. “No more.” Jonathan’s words rang and Amos’ eyebrows furrowed, lacking understanding. “No more frivolity. You’re going to get your life together now or face the repercussions. Whether that means cutting off your funds, so be it. You will get this through your head one way or another, Amos.” Jonathan summoned a house elf to clean up his mess, buttoning his coat. “It’s time to grow up.” 

At that, Jonathan Diggory apparated away and Amos was left to the empty room, a house elf reappearing and quickly casting a spell to clean up his mess. The sound of scraping glass echoing in the large room filled his ears, and his head spun. Amos ran his hands through his hair, quickly leaving the room, back to his own area off the estate. He couldn’t breathe. His chest was constricted, his head filled with thoughts he didn’t know how to sort, and he felt tears well at his eyes. He couldn’t stop them. He didn’t know what to do, what could he do? How did he cope with this? He didn’t know how, he didn’t know how. He fucked up, of course he did, what if Abbie had gotten hurt? He was so stupid, so fucking stupid, he hadn’t thought of anyone else at all, had he?

Jonathan Diggory was right. That’s all that filled his head. He was right. Amos wasn’t any good... he was irresponsible. He was stupid. She could have gotten hurt... but anger was filling him too. Why? Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t his dad understand either, that this wasn’t who Amos was... he wasn’t able to do this... fuck, he couldn’t do anything. He didn’t deserve any of the good things given to him.

If he were calmer... if this terror hadn’t overcome him... he would be able to reconcile that his mind was taking things out of control. This wasn’t good. He sat on the couch, finding himself curling up into himself, head in his hands, groaning to try to get rid of the pain that festered inside of him. What could he do? What could he do? He couldn’t do anything. He was useless... useless... he wasn’t good. He wasn’t any good at all. 

Amos stood again, unable to be still. He couldn’t sit still. His jaw was clenched hard before letting his fist loose against the wall. “Fuck!” He shouted out, partially at the physical pain, but mostly just because of fucking everything. 

And he cried. He pressed his arms and head against the wall and sobbed. Why? Why was it so hard? Why was everything so fucking hard? 

With red eyes and a bruised hand, he pulled open the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the closest thing to him and he just downed it. This was what he had to do to get rid of the pain. It was the only way he knew how. He couldn’t go to anyone else... Andromeda and Ted, they needed to be happy... and Mary... well, he could only imagine how Mary felt about him right now. This was hardly how he wanted her to see him, if she wanted to see him at all.

So he took the bottle and he downed it. And he grabbed another. It would just help for right now, just for tonight. It’d be okay, now. It’d be okay.

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Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

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fieryevans:

She shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m a blasphemous woman.” She raised an eyebrow as he thought how to reply, really waiting to see how much he would say without more prompting. “That must have been awfully busy. I mean from the sounds of things I saw you more than she did. As much as I love your company that seems a bit strange. And that sounds a bit like a bullshit-y generic answer if I’m being honest.”

Amos grimaced at her response. Blasted girl was too keen - too smart. Knew them all too well. Eventually, he let out a defeated sigh. “It’s just complicated, Lily. It... I mean...” He rubbed his hands over his face, giving her a look that was certainly pleading, along with... confused. “We were together, last christmas, and happy, and... maybe we just both got caught up in feelings... things we weren’t ready for. I don’t know. But the attack on Hogwarts happened and it just wasn’t spoken about, and now, we talked, and it wasn’t... well it definitely wasn’t good, but we both decided it just... didn’t make sense... I guess? But it was mostly me, because I’m an arse, and just... don’t know if I can.”

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ilona-burke:

“A wise choice, I imagine.” Ilona grinned, nodding slightly. “So what brings you to these parts this afternoon, hm?”

“Ah, just... needed a change of scenery, I guess.” He shrugged, hands in pockets, maintaining a collected and cheery demeanor, as much as he could. “It gets stuffy, the same thing every day.”

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“I don’t need anything from you, Bellatrix.” Amos glared sourly at the woman who he held so much disdain for. Someone who couldn’t accept his best friend - someone who couldn’t accept Andie for choosing herself. “You’re just in the way.”

“You have exactly five seconds to tell me what it is you need from me before I hex your arse.”

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“Honestly, Miss Burke... I think you’re being entirely serious.” He grinned, a bit nervously. “So I will indeed refrain from asking.”

“Now if I told you where I’d been, I’d have to kill you. And we don’t really want that, do we?”

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shark, fins, pearls

shark: what scares you?Other than Abigail’s health? ...Opening up to others. Allowing myself to be vulnerable.

fins: what makes something home to you?It’s... a smile. Home is an inviting smile and laugh... a hug. Home is easy... Something is home when it’s something you desperately want to return to. It’s home when you share your wants and fears and there is no fear of judgement. There’s no fear at all. Home is having your body held above the water so you don’t drown. It’s when getting lost feels like being found. 

pearls: what is beauty to you?the feeling of freedom. Laughter when you have no worries left to face, no stress on your shoulders. Unabashedly holdings hands and kissing  whoever you want. It’s smiling blue eyes and a musical voice. It’s... real, real love. 

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salt water, manta ray, whale

salt water: who’s on your mind?Abbie… Mary…

manta ray: pick three words to describe your current mooduncertain, afraid, (hopeful)

whale: what is the biggest obstacle you’ve overcome?Adrien’s passing… and then mum… dealing with that. With the aftermath of that. I nearly didn’t make it, I didn’t know how to cope… (I still barely do.) I wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for my friends and sister…

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maryoliivia:

She was  frozen to the spot and stuck between wishing to be rid of the rest of the people in this room, wishing it was just the two of them, wishing he would take her in his arms again and wishing to feel his fingers tangle in her hair and wishing to flee this altogether lest she mess it all up again. “Amos.” She finally breathed, dropping her gaze to the floor as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks, was that the champagne? Was it something else? “I….I think I need some air.” She fixed a smile on her face and looked up once more, his face as disarming as ever.

She drained the next glass offered knowing she should cut herself off already, put an end to all of this, thank him for the dance….dances, the champage, for this entire evening really. “You make me happy too love.” she cursed herself for the epithet, though they had often used it it seemed to carry different connotations now and she felt like she was playing with fire. 

“Ok, I think I’ve had quite enough champagne.” She chuckled and set her glass down trying to detract from what felt like an impossible situation. She wished she wasn’t such a coward, it wouldn’t be that difficult to ask him what he was thinking and if he still felt the same way as he did when they last spoke, but Mary wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to that question, not here in this environment when they both had had copious amounts of alcohol and the answer could easily switch back once morning came. “I’m sure if my mum was here she’d have cut me off by now.”

He swallowed, suddenly intensely nervous. “I... we can step outside. If you’d like company, that is. It is rather warm, yeah?” He chuckled, noting that it didn’t quite sound natural. He’d roll his eyes at himself if that wasn’t absurd in this moment. 

Amos watched, slightly amused, as Mary downed her champagne. For once he slowed himself. And then his heart skipped a beat or three at her response. No different than how they spoke to each other normally, yet somehow it still was. Their energy was different right now and he wanted to breathe it in forever. 

“Perhaps so.” He laughed, eyebrows raising to offer to take the glass from her and put it away. In the meantime, he finished his own. Liquid courage, right? Next best thing to actual Felix Felicis... which was definitely what he needed right now. He laughed. “Ahh, your mum would be rather disappointed in me right now, pushing all these drinks on you.” Amos grabbed her glass and put his own with it on the table to the side. He then reached out his hand to her. “Come on, then? We’ll get some fresh air outside. The chill might sober us up, too.” 

there’s a pull to the flow // amos&mary

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He’s a mess,” she said affectionately. “But he’s my mess.

Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye (via my-typewritten-thoughts)

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ocean spray

ocean spray: describe joy Joy is the way the world seems to disappear when the person you love looks at you in just the right way. It’s the way my mothers nose crinkles when she laughs and how my father sings when he’s cooking dinner. It’s the way your stomach drops when you dive on a broomstick, it’s the tingling warmth in your face when you’re not quite drunk yet but the alcohol makes you feel just brave enough to dance like no one’s watching, or kiss someone you know you shouldn’t. It’s summer nights spent watching the stars and sharing secrets you’ve never told anyone before and knowing the other person isn’t judging you. It’s dancing at your friends wedding and holding hands and getting caught in the rain.