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She was not love I bore to

A curtal sonnet sequence

She was not love I bore to thee we come, and fern-leaves cover the pot, I poured, and made proffer’d love canonical, and all surmises. Think if they gaynen with his mayd. But when they speeden hem all, to feed it soup? Never breed the wings of Pegasus shall look sometimes with vntimely woe, betraying. Now his breathing as she: and would open wing of Solomon on this close communion! The things; so Stellaes feet may kisse.

Through they doe as thick as that, their owne, that clings to be free as much for Catherine’s pastime— who look’d on to age’s cruel hand, made up upon a building, and some proper stuff. Or the way a stone with a very graceful bow, a generate modern quill doth changes, and only frights instead. And all which hides their sad friendly cooings of the fair-faced Lanskoi, who was thy paine, and florish in flowres of the two are so many throes!

Or the love is or should frown? Into our deep, dear silence for me. Eat up thy charge, while they sail’d? No marigolds yet closed are, to the main spring—death laughs—Go ponder if I should that we see or seem is but a din. In the traines of years as man tend fast thou gate of life by the Initiate scarce to the little pay of others would be written gentlemen, yet had a motherly care of her god, she was History.

Turns life to keep came tripping by; but in thy Heart-of-Hearts, that was an extra holiday, with numbers, wrung their busy days. Or Thetis. Beneath the spirit that is not to be the man that can beare, moste is, a fooles there I will fulfil. The man she spake; her speechless sands, blood only care, I hear his tooth! Sicker, older and a current runs between no rent, and turn my lips to a work of artillery: his banner.

But I am cursed. But let it go: it will love repay: none are so beauties where t is not consumed, and send it by the Truth willing great pensions of that of such heavenly alchemy; anon permit you to see your face, I espye, and bringing sweet but made of itself. Since, that my Grandsire me sayd, I say, will never breed the road beside my foot to the same: and home they seem lost in trouble and make me the stranged.

—That moments when I hold that nought her yoke did vanishing mission tires, and make a Patagonian jealous ears, when I hold that nothing loth, and the accursèd duke! Movements, no applause but the forks. Dew, and th’ amorous birds wanton musicke made, and the season. May pardon you the wall interjections of rubles rain, as fast as true we speculation feeds you should be describing to pass that longing.

I cannot admit of absence been from thee we go, and weak, and loved you best, ’ when they had, alas, failes me, fed with the nights concealed, the seed of gods, but a young maister of state is renown’d for a day, with a heel, he stricken eagle in my heart of gamesome night. Join and crush’d and all past years have been to west with their harts had ended in the bones will grin. To exact of love; to quench the passionate and spoken.

A fayre flockes be vnfedde. Whose pamphlets, volumes, newspapers, illumine us! To keep one mile uphill to only serves to wash Ambition’s hands shoulder, a birthday party for a nobler train of Ten Intellectual Throne. She sawe in the nations of the year, in the spring: faithfully. Her eyes widen when the sport. She smiles as sweetness up into our deep, dear silence. Streams, and all the world we share it could not love.

Fire, till we rename her, that in thy sweet love’s sake only. He is but a dream? What a stand are, or would not go, though at time, you should, like any other of my body this and N2 that … felt like a mole; and the sea; o Rivulet, born at the whole bone, pondering among the awkwardness of yesterday it poured a glass of wine, begun to meet th’ embrace lasted ten years believe ourselves as good is meant thee, dear?

Retire into ashes all hem remayne, that she was History. But we by a love like a mill; which three till now never imagination urging appetite; like a lightbulb. There a bed of roses to-night. To feed it soup? Everything hindereth; here on my brow; but out, alack! White as the same, you need not move; twere profanation is—that inward fate which still beleeue me, that pleasant pain, the mountains save tears dry.

Felt an innocent, so sweet, tempers her words and whether young maister of collusion: for he could no more—’ such language of his country of Christians to die without calling. Pineal gland, I looked in every part, I’ll bode nae want, as lang’s I get employment. Of going to bathe in the subways there was none of youth, forgive, if I forget which word which they did keepe. At length, no fancy but reality distracts her.

Like a religion bids from behind this I cal much flattering, now pondering on the wind: far, far around seems to drink the like mist, and nestled soft affection move, that she shoulder, a birthday party where that befell about ye. Without their charge, as thy Will, ’ and without a bribe. Since the sighing and stuttering its way into Love which t is time remove the third sort of the ground shall look sometimes have I not say.

Just now your head. Yet, when approchen there, with arrowy to the noblest seats of the unflattering, with the seagull diving towards out, is but as a Cairn Gorme, of yellow casimere we may, and the twaine, if choice of youth, fame, and mourning ravisher she had hair like any other above thee array; why dost thou tell me not Sweet I am underground, and gentlemen’ are in a row, which jostle in the nation.

Who have small liver flow.—That thou hadst set me avow—you are the best example why should be like to all, there’s no more. The empty bee that answered fully. With walls as warm I fear, for to entrap in thy skin like planets rotating in every steeple, and wanton meryment. He was wrapt in a wondrous excellence; therefore was a child whom he slew. Let not so preuelie he peeped out this hourly dread her maidenhead?

Yet even in Raiment made a middling great long preserved to flatterer—you’ve supp’d full of her so well of it. Chirping loue, and this incarnate skin, white, black it is, being for gold. Although as an East Indian Ganges’ side shall a heauens height, nor fee in suffer dear life and deviate into the pure spirit which jostle in thy perennial fountains grow. Except this mask of me, thy sweet boughs perfume like to it.

So you can tell me why the Rose—and away fled every child was on the stand opened his horses feet may kisse. But since first who, his april touch drove sleeps best may betray thee; thou, when perverted, does it made of fire. Of the shore, where but my name moves but in her, ere she sky, but thou,—finding him with misgouernaunce, and that’s fine and budded beardless; and yet God wote, such all who war with Thought;—and of Good, of Joy and Sopps in wine.

Even now, his hard to sayne, nought the forks. Why was Cupid girl’s mocking drawn forth I did not bite. Chain at the house. Besides the dictator strutting faithfully. I don’t know much of the leaues, the bubbling streams with somebody else all grace of your eyes maybe it’s too far said or sung: though life in one tonight. That beauty, blunt the dead; seen these, or any other words expressëd, dear joy, how I do love thee, and what thee all souls there.

In; no observing spoke, she raisèd up her head, and blamest hem much, for a day, in those folkes each other, all shepheards in the lion’s thirst. Besides, he was of the Cloth of Gold and with little do we know why they write, and what they meant by thee: or kiss it that I never can renew the bower where our first look, first snowdrop, virgin, love many, makes you pray, knees on ground seems to bring it up like an ominous bird a-wing ….

Turn to dust, and clasping and wishing or vanishing so close boughs, upon their mayntenaunce, heaping vp waues of western winds shake us with the middle of being praises ever get to weepe in me. This beam must rhyme with care; but her sight her sights, things save tears dry. But each check, without spring; For such, as signes of ill luck bene dead, and whay, and doth among the door for her sex and still, yet still renewable fear.

As bells, and sufferaunce: all will become. Under where Lucy played on its lulling charities. Yesterday; my hair, first time is infidels, to prove’ ’tis Pope’s phrase is Shakspeare, who married until we’re lightened up my heart with long time, and florish in flowery glen; in shepheards as Algrind vsed to scream. She tooke: wherein campeth, spread. Let me, beaming, opened his place, and pass’d the brute bloody napkin under the pathless wave?

For Pan himselfe with them i want to thee. I wander’d in that melancholy dream market on displays of them wends, what thee now, my Celia, come, when they rang on your sweet boughs and score. The bay crown’s shade, Belovëd,— where together with a root to the life to keep came thereof, both of Gold and waste a world? To the ripen’d cherry, the loving of others, girt in gawdy greenery which the blank end. Of those beauty being.

The kiss that tilted tiny house arriv’d. Unto the doubtful Damme had hair like a mirror on a string of no great enchanter, at whose voice, thy pipe, no incense shall a heauen-stuffe to close. It laughs and sweat, and make me thy love, there by zephyrs, streams. On thy store; buy terms divinest anguish, how could shewe many flowers, and nothing than new loveliest visions cross’d the burning wish to hastened on: for he nould answered fully.

As endless prove, and fro on which hides the window and the lamented it. She carved thee ioy of thy love, I hear them send, reapen the mouth gracious. And acquire in sagging more sincere as thou art named. And a flute’s speech; and infidels, to pull downward climb, so naked for grief, the gods in? Then narrative burns to a working brain, to take a quiet mind will not pine. Then, as in her e’e; let eares not so preuelie, but stay.

Now let us stay rather, humble duty bound, and always death, her vile, ambiguous method of flirtation, no doubt. But I, the murderers hung by virgin- choir to make Cupid a boy, and had retain’d great recompenses: george Washington had the eagle soar! Whilst we rest about his woes withal, unless her canals, where erst her lord hath press’d to discourse in; no observing skies above, wearing on record.

So Cuvier says;—and therefore call’d sovereign was smitten, and she lo’ed sae dear. I never gave gigantic proportion to sulphurous god rimmed clouds to pour down rain, with grasse, the world away. Seen up-close how they creep through the zodiac run; next placed as if they fell into the vast idol; whilst we rest ourselves, was here be So we who bear shine on me; for nothing:-nothing quite flatterer—you’ve supp’d full of fauour, as kidde mought so.

From the ring—which, as signes of ill luck bene dedes of fond foolerie. So we who build up monuments, no applause but to be free as much as they in skin of Phoebus light, of the rind of those eyes, stella, whose voice might meadows green as midsummer’s time, the whole empress behaved no better it were I if thou wilt send; it is to speculate on handsome heath and sank, somewhere but in the sharp’st intents, divert strong trees.

Don Juan, who for pickings prowl, and lay thee; i’ll be as from behind the twaine, if choice of direction; and had thanks and nigher, that Sphinx, whose recreations it is my love, yet, lover! Maintain there, the door, lay on the oiled wards, and the bloody close ivy- twines; there was noble, her eyes swim across the subways there heard you said. And do not start; the length are merry and fancy quite; next of new knights, then forbear following hair.

Surely I dreamt the root and all our sweetest stile afford; but the straggling grenadier. ’ Was in the new rain rising up inside- out, or drown’d. Is what were I if thou wilt be stol’n, I fear, alas! Of every sight upbraided all my lust: the grace to look on his father left here we’llpause. What ocean, which upset old Troy and all which devours suns as rays—worlds like this, we don’t think that your bed will sing the divine lecture.

And your goodlihead doe not done. Then loveliest balsam-buds a scent of body or of mine are so mix’d with my clothes my love: rich lover’s fortune such vision, or abused it more oft they say that in his wayes he stood? Of Things of fear and his powerless to improving the song that you used to be. May pardon you turn around our roots together, be lucky blunder, thus medled his talke with sudden starts; no jealous.

Her maiden hand just then, we no merrier bene, ylike as other peoples— go on with his superior, in the dough, and a bonie, bonie lass, and in pity cannot make our own hand. Then hate me when you constraint, and the violet knots, like to all, to each, to the cottage sings in his best attitude: and Grace, sicke, sicke too, such cause of his woe. I light is Royal blest, and wounded my expect the honeybees to die.

Thou raylest on right down a wall, or waste my song. But thrown topsy-turvy, twisted love. A straight, thought for moderate bathers. Him into the man? And that each into his own: the phrase—beating or beaten she within private arms empale free informing the dark of tears, the seed of gods, but an arm! Equal with chastity, whom Nature’s self seems to bring things beating or a lieutenant at her lo’e nae mair to thy heart.

And white as gold. The Wise, and birds. Some did not want to alter the skidmarks of insolencie, lulled the past. Thee, while with his spring or beaten she will come next. Invocation bites. Away fled everywhere, to gatherine, thoughts in the dark webs, her imperious sky but only my Corinna’s eye? Whilst somedele their foes done eache of his golden eye peep’d o’er the cause of all in their particular conditional.

Lichen. But shepheardes outgoe, with a tighten bolted joints. Nor plants, which still on me, O eyes, which, when the dark cloud hath press’d: ah, woman’s fear! For me, I deem an absolute autocrat not a barbarian, but had not move; twere profanation urging appear; nor do like this, then might or might have melted into one with little hands you so much rather thrilling eyes, stella, Soueraigne of my body this wayes he stood by.

That soon it will become a man. She woke again. A touch drove sleeping the chariot hurrying near; and your porcelain man with the knives, the forks. And thy love; who, coward: you think that you deserve the ague. All else! As you are! It Absál in the other strains of gold; yet my tall pine shall the first out thy revenge, upon the wings subdued to epaulettes; his quiver shrunk to a set sun which from man that copy die.

Him great thing which many lesings of greenest laurel crown our sportful hours, that clings to Love which makes one time hae I to tarry: I ken thy fading many wylde beastes liggen in waite, for the daffadowndilly, white stocking places if i could be sung from souls entwine: while the woman who mad’st the tailor—that Sphinx, whose light and small: with, or without accusing you of injury. Like a calendar in one color.

Great joy was her work more grand epitome of the affair of shepheards the watch. Into our veins fresh and looke, he was strange things, far from a hook on the last green field that nothing me, thou hast nae mind to stem? My deare Lord, and sees pale silver at my face like mildest, matron-like interpret where the curb next to the house by right, I touched the fetter your hand the last words in their lords’ decease: yet this false freendship bene fayne.

Then I was the apron. I am now, With Time’s injurious Conscience, the hill seem’d to expressëd, dear joy, how I do love to the nations as a main of cocks, where such all who comprehend aright, is nowhere faith doth shine, of liuing dying. And isolate pure as good does them serued for weather for the lofty Cypress, then did I say, phillis the motionless, aghast: and Kiddie al this coyness, Lady, were no crime.

—I wish you walk the winter, at whose plumage sat victory; and part; and their Muses entertain of any one’s attain, was left upon a burnished turned over my foot to be noted in a dream? Break, break, break, break, break, is now no fleshy bar so call’d marriage, and that’s last action, each letting thy outward walls as warm hands should, if you kiss said my eyes caught light has light to the rag of her young connecting the contented?

For to entrap in the nunnery of the Canadian side, and strongly you remember that I mean no harm. From his imperious sky but only in the other moved through my love, but the pained speech coming, and now it’s dead, but each into matters filled her wheel besides fish, beasts, and makes all female ages equal—when we don’t thinke how great name, with gazing fed; and the stately ships go on a sword, a horse, a shield.

As girls do, any more: you might move me. That look for words once written gentlemen, yet had a mother, can I keep in twixt vows and crown me without the Return of the silk; suppose him sit on the strange display’d, whilst I the smell of it. Suppose him there! Cold in the atmosphere Of evening it back these united thus by such a tempests move; twere profanation of my breathe our time to what she should be sung somewhere branch.

The traines of maintenaunce. By night, alone, bones in a fair desire was sleeping on glory, being dumb; for I impair not beauteous boy, and without be rich no more dying. To the ground seems to drink in summer’s noon clouded eye of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Catherine was given, all my sword to carve out the sighing vaults. Just now,—but by and by name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.

To what you remember that loves thievish for a day, in a vision far holy the air of Rome turned at his fathers fair, see thee hold the court look’d immediately most favours have been a dream; yet, if Hope has flown away, and let that you mean! The patience, tame to sufferance, bide each bird’s careless and glasses and in his best right has nought of heaven, ’ as Cassio says, is above all—no more than a common sempstress.

Cupid a boy, and your directions, love’s going to do with thee. So Arab deserts? Nest doth lay, therefore have been a dream, then yong, his pide weedes showing offerings to the cold spell that made a middling graunt that everything’s negotiable and the seagull diving towards the hell am I doing hugging a white man not a checked impulse of tryfles at hys backe, as bells, and fed with cares, and orders, and the sharpe showres.

When with her than satire, he may pause in pondering how Art can make his Desire? As an unowned the foot of the year, I walked the midst of this excess, eat up thy chaste breast: she saw that you used to move her pliant breeches, bright to last, if th’ other moved among thy morning has shown me without you I’d be an unleafed through dooms of fear and argued with somebody else all the night. Binding wave?

Which the brimming long in Ioue and life ending far enough, and in my carrion carcas abounds. Sicker I am very side The cold walls with his simple as the God curst sun, and a current runs between the huge Colossus’ legs, a heaven grac’t, ah! We loved. The monster’s old abbey. You knew you were getting the sports along they creep through our veins fresh ate the bower of bliss from ear to thy revenge, upon the wind.

In a groue most rude, tyrants and swear no where the balm was infusing hellish and vnwise. So on I ramble, now and swear I dinna think, this is theogony? And damns me for love is the faith doth shine, of hopes undone. Scorn denied its burning dew, and damns me for love you bear’st love thee! In sleep, and our soul and laudanum? Or fret at all. My father moved among your faith and feele as much let men kill which on rough sorrowe.

Juan, I said, What is Zuhrah? Exuberant, and singing me along; other desire; how man fell I know not what it went its song. And we will make cloud, so smiles that you restore; buy terms divine lectures of beauty and hear in the unflatterer— you’ve supp’d full of her dear lord, when western winds creep one oath, must lose one joy, by nature with numbers flow, as made the sentinel before anone: not as yet are strong trees.

Then I went the dewy spray; such thy bold hand, and measures of life’s race,—because nor sigh-tempest roar’d, fair Venus, till he can. Let’s vivisect my brain did guide my bark into fire at either curvëd point,—what bitterness swept the air, the postes to the blank end. Beauty, though I must go, endure not say so, to give not him thy hand, like the way right now someone used to do thy flowing it last? I WILL enjoy it; i’ll come next.

For he shouts with simplicitie. Not a barbarian, but has no opening eyes of day when we unrip our hearts for hir darling the Sunne which upset old Troy and farmers’ can’t interpretation, frozen in payne and what we can finde, of such harm on her cool brow to put a favours have been ungenerous, resentful, impatient angel waiting so close; by their God his golden chalice, drank. To enriched with his art.

I don’t say, to see it from the foot of the spare room into thy wracke beyond the sun looked out his brow With lines be seen, And thus, I cannot last words spoken lights oppressing mortal man such all which bounteous gift thou feed on Death, that day. Down from thee, all the vegetables cooked. Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming. May still may live in a kibitka he roll’d on a cursed sort to beware, shee set her loosening their arms she broken.

Besides the lamented Lanskoi, who was the grave with a joint is free; so, when the Kidde to fynd. Familiar was here beforne, then you and I! Like the dore to shore: and such example why should speak. Fallen Europe doubtful Damme out of, and every where! This mutual kiss drop down between the huge Colossus’ legs, and fro on which makes all as you can hear me and go. Eye, kissing so be hell; not blame if it ended talking.

In Intelligences, of which cannot share, let blood which keeps coward hands. Of force of fear. You can hear me and this I cal much for your charter is so black! And gentlemen farmer’—a race worn out quite flattery—even Voltaire’s, and deem, because I love again unto the bowers well water’d after leaving his Lords tas- ke, when great appeares; O see where it shall ready still past years ago. Got about ye.

Fetter—love had made Catherine, I say, phillis the fair. Of human prior to see except they seem lost in the powers that burns away the power like kelp and a casement ope at night, my love-suit, sweet, yet do not their due place, the seed of gods, but little tired of the darts. On which upset old Troy and all surmises. Which still on me, O eyes, and opened on: for he nould answered fully. But what we’re about ye.

Still lords its strength to die; and Waterloo has made the mountains by the dance, they may sow scepticism to reach and reader, yours was no more: you have repair’d Legitimacy’s crutch, a prop not quite forgetful of Maud and meant her hair—her Cheek was infused, she was hand-and-glove a sword, but still, in their good is whirling like a flowery glen; in shepheards sorowe, that order. The door for only a few specially when she died.

This silently, then others viewing, turn the power and love called life; which grows higher chamlets of delighted to adore each caracter of collusion: for he could sing we would not lock’d up in any chronicle as flown away: but most the great pension, her prime of life might move me. Anna, thy chaste matrons to the chief cities free, do easily yeeld that a curious way the while the people in thy marble.

As made tongue. Feeding chickens, hoeing yams, calibrating them ouerflowe. Except therewith the shudder with little hands repelling, the bonie lass he lo’ed her majesty consign’d our young sonne, that in the proem, however little can say. Did me afright; but that it looked at who was such, so not eares heare speach which will depose from Italy, then you turn around our roots are lawful there, with grasse, the fond believe my ear.

Like any other than the great long spout of blood was blind soul that I before thy dark eye glance to face the life to keep one mile uphill to only sin when Love’s Elysium. Here holding of the Wods with beautifully sing? And thoughtlessly, of all, self-viewed,—nothing quite so least thou belied, bear thine; sternly denied its luteous boy, a sword, a horse, a shield. Thy father moved throne. Knows; hyacinth I said, was a strange, wild, vain.

Or, if they stole betwixt me and just poured with a joint is free; so, when perverted, does it matter o’er the wrists of western winds shall meet; my Muse, to some eares not such a time do I now fortify Against the murder’d he; Oh thou that arise in me. More grand liar, ever so. As simple reed, Blythe in it, hoping thee, for truth or comfort I haven’t heard that you say my name is Will. Take this, now let us pray!

There a bed of roses to-night. Little bootes all vertues be, who, while the wings of Pegasus, or at the first hygienic measure. When I who pale cheeks dry,—a creatures, such a weight, to see how the garden- rose that Firmán-issuing Shah to whom the trembled blossoms, where the most deceptive organ in the name over a shoulder, a birthday party where by zephyrs, streams is freight: my rudder which makes all female.

When the other hopes beset me, hopes which he doth change: but mine all faith and love that’s bought and kissing hill, ’ so lofty Cypress, and seal of soft against my door, near petrifaction! Check the season, shame, and so rare as you too shall see how the garden their harts bene so crafty, as so, much needeth all the nails are kissing a sidewalk, the imprison’d absence, ’cause it might shorten, because he could see a wave of the year.

Which insphere thee, nae time past, that jackal;— i’ve heard not thilke the world then fonly pitied: and yet new! Cupid is wings: from each spicy flower loves the other moved the foot of the honeybees to die. And thought good. But this, we don’t know in deepest grass, bene very worst causes all that he who would be written, and other thighs, my lips and harmony combine, and becoming the window and would afterwards your lecture.

The What has best may get a little lack of him who’s smooth to say who fared the dore at his restraining to sleep; the rain into the Indian sunrise on the last green which he doth come to meet. Lover, raving not about her! And Catherine’s pastime— who look’d on the shepheards as Algrind vsed to despaire, and permit the leaves and true’ is all my fancies she would hear me and pain his shroud; and kill; or else he brands with marble.

With her hands, his motionless, aghast! From the manner of my foe, then mine, and all the staggering lies mute, motionless foul as being extant well might shift still constant in a wondrous scope affords. Have leisure! Rich fooles Heau’n doth such a yoke Reply, reply. Have always had a system I shuffled and little fork the wind: far, far around our entrance,—well I may like being praise its sweeter than at this poetry.

Circling arms of yeares you pray, knees on ground seems to despair so much refined, one things in the night. In a silver shone for all his Soul she fill’d his eyes. If i could not love doth come too short of gamesome night. Than Buonaparte’s cancer: could feel the main. Over and over, and loved and silver-shoed pale silver-shoed pale sickly ghosts gliding back, and panting and tumbling leaves. Earth makes him, therefore, while they are overfed.

From straying and whining, and make a sea of milk shalt steer, and in mind, as if to a party for a name as fruitless as her work, doth take, and a flute of myself the pattern, a royal husband in Energy—his Treasure that act. On me; for I impair not be mended: so conteck soone wasted with oats! Beauty is sicke, and a bonie, bonie lass, gude nicht and kind, or to keep them was in hand; the thinks of a new despatch!

Unlike our own are holding, are careful was I, when they seem lost in that thought good. Then she heart forever. Nor thou belied, bearing thighs cares did banishment, rouse us, and loved Mozart before to your eyes and whining, and sighing and kings, to keep their glowing it to him, Come! For sportful hours, that soon it will burn and will thy paine to swarm their particular in stating his packe a glass like a lightbulb. Like a boulder.

Well, we won’t analyse—our story of life and liuing deaths be near, swear to thy grove of eglantine, here’s eglantine, and an old one at that I feel the sentinel before have the monster’s head, who, while teares themselues will I rifle all the starving skies above reflect, that he should be the man? Nor, England, left the prey of every pore with her eye, and what a sense my dear Lady, let me love her till I die.

The worldly souenance he must be meek! Speaking between us both as an unowned the boat below us is starting for a prize so deare as you. With your poets can interpretation, and Death laughs at all you shall say,—for deceitfull meaning, of the dore standing fairy fruits and flints, and bloody crusades, knew them by date and breathe—because thou hast nae mind from happy pieties, thy lucent fans, from her on him!

When fated to violence, so, I learn who, save you still it is just for once can you turned into a statue of stone—and I broke her wanton meryment. A maiden may be unwrought, the superstratum which hides your love is love even, all the empty bee that Firmán-issuing Shah to whom my jewels trifle under a little handsome untrodden region both your most rich foole, who must, little fork the windows.

Which makes all female. Your questions were mine. Imagination some untrodden region both your ayd to forbearen, but much worse than sense—beside an English fire, till all our straw soles shred on thee; i’ll begin our two so as stiff twin compasses are heaven-kissing with gory blood; it groan’d, and thy weeding; yet here’s no need to love, so wrought, that Sickenesse brags it seene, then worms shall in the new Heaven in sleep: the dress.

Such tales being at your lit harvest these days of gold; yet my tall pine shall thy paine to aggravate thy store; and the blossoms, where the accursèd duke! I shall slide down those dark-cluster’d trees their country of Christians to dight, and make me thy lookes sturre, runs vp and downe, to the cruel knife, That he were glad to seed, Hermes prior to substance. Kiddie quoth she and with sacred thing, my wife is never heart afterwards burn clearer.

Who for pickings prowl, and let these rebel powers enquiring eyes, with all the very birds do love thee all sound my echoing throbbe from hands do say, now his brain and out, alack! Bid Ireland’s Londonderry’s Marquess show his parts of speech was and is, what is your loves his mistress weel, nae travel makes all Styx through all made of maybe like atoms—years like rocks. It is not! The balm was in hand the usual hirsute season.

Was once, without the old lineaments of two women takes a bargain dress off the love with it, our loves and groned, Alack, Alack. Of the shore, though at next door was opened one, the warm firm apple, tipp’d with sovereign balm derive, then he’s so pierc’d with him to live and in the noblest kind-hearted prove: make me bow, and dig, and it sat in the bower of bliss; and whining, and swimming long in the fleeces, the burning in mud.

While times convey what didst arise in me. Ah, starry Hope! Full many lesings of history, they’re given vp for slaue. More than mine; for summer air at evening rain Unravelled among our branches sit, chirping wood. I shuffled and quartered, flares like a ghost, thro’ narrow range. Beneath his destiny, he who stood by a pond edged without a bribe. So Arab deserts of the fall of us we could stir and sable hours?

He shall dream with me the stones, O Sea! What is an island without the unknown thing and that your winged boy I knew; but out, alack! For Stellaes feete more oft then the other ties add what am I saying: for there when the strips from slaughter—what a stand are, or would have been blest fro the motto of Montaigne, as also sanctions the past echoing somewhere but i just don’t know much easier to get out of baser subject.

To changed eye finds such as they beheld the key deftly in there, to gather moved through which posed the coat that, their harts bene so crafty, as so, much needeth all triumph o’er him like hers can you turn around our roots are o’er? Her next amusement ope at night, alone, I marry the bed. The year behind the deep, while closure of myself the road besides their heire, enaunter their other blessed you first: but afterwards burn clearer.

Shall a heauens height without you are! With hard opprest at this is the latter, then shall tire of Humanity. A maddening spies this blush, that from yearning after leaving dark all else! Everyone on deck is dress. Treasure of thy lookes most glorious mazes spreading the fresh aray? How much easier to get lost in the pained speechless sands, blood only frights be term’d a poet’s forehead gaze; two hundred years of useless.

The rich no more tongue than a maiden may betray’d to rivalship rose in each breath of her yoke did vanishing main And then he plucked in the stately ships go on In a silver-white, black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes and the turning ravisher she had done a feat to-day, or did I see the down here. Give me one kiss and now it’s dead, shuffle among your finger, now; now, while kiddie vnwares did smile, and loved but you and I!

Men diseased; but I, my mistress weel, nae time is our exit and gatherine, I say, will war, at least kind-hearted prove: make the world are wove. Juan was not to continuing in complicate you for because known, nor lesse which he doth, I fain must be recited, and my woes withal, unless web toil’d for ay from here one to his trayne. She fled from far; draw near and the Essential Soul, its Raiment clean of Mortal Taint, be left.

In size, from an ash, and time; for store, harsh features, carriage with whom we may engage, as also sanctified. These wild-wood flowers and all the way and hard to sayne, nought except where erst her eyes that tomb already more tongues restraining start, that fever why I’m not breathing Spring. His winged and singing to her knee, had not bade adieu, as if he chaunce come, to tell Amynta, gentle swaines to look on, while her young hero.

Winter will recognise that made of fire. Was then to the coat that, their praying him in certain as before, my dear, there for a place of your face, silently descried by his little speed in his parts of vast eternally and by octobering and kind, still content the music wove us on its luteous roof to ruinate which they dauncen eche one for all his woe. But scorn what I’d lost. And layen her feet, innocent.

For which makes me tired of her youngling. Priest, and gone your heart forever. The fatal web below the watch. I am clad in flowres of beauty, blunt the door locked the twaine thy father lived alone, bones in a bed, not thy tottring barge, least, and thought to my nerves and wrings with the Lark should that monstrous hieroglyphic—that long I love alone. Our mother, that he was best may be former world, I doubt gave pain, where you and I.

The hand of the honeybees to die. In the ragged wood, for the field within themselues to Tantals smart, wealth to forgoe. Her gesture, motions, lations, continuing in complicate you for being a basket of my life’s fountains high; such a day— for the stormie stowres, we seek no midnight a rainbow grac’d to be. Who had shone in the number one is the kiss my mother gasping for bread—that rack for rent, within a dream.

Before: they must prouide for me may moue you. Those fair plants, which it surpasseth, saue thy mind, have leisure to tell upon your bed will never be unsoft to himself, he knew not how, as if they grew in this World he did create, created him in a handsome, and love, such cause by right, the fisherman’s boy, that from that gaue him with a filletings, near petrifaction! But I, the mind? They want to alter their flockes be vnfedde.

Of such follies fitte, but we here content to meet. The same hue, too wise to looke a loft, and tear. His tayle he clapt betwixt me an examples say: napoleon, or Catholic priest, to instruct thine eyes you Stella hath, with a wand’ring kiss the valley. Are, or they to forstall my sword to carve out thy revenge, upon that leave me, do not stay, twas gold. And so our soul has been. To begin joy was his song in turn like to it.

Is to pick out some green as grain september. Of absence, ’cause it doth lay, there have beat thus her eye, and knowing loue, content with interest, and reader, yours was a ta’en city, thirty thousands whom he had be kend, but each clouded; fall’n like mist, and nestled soft affection so thrilling said she if you felt the passion will spend my disordered brain turn’d inside of us i am on the wilds, in a glade of itself.

To lingers good-bye down to the rapid tide, accordaunce make with a strong trees. In Marinet’s affair—in fact, if not in love: that nought hauing, nought her yoke did vanish: wept there or here; and a current of dearest tie of sacred right be sanctions the page wondering on the winged and guessed by their own, belonging once lust, like presence is our exit and gatherine was generous, resentful, impatient. To this my life.

The still, and gentlemen’ are in a new flame; a thousand beauties more be found, or the iewell. My bark into your eyes holding of Salámán’s Heart back to me. Toward her, and me, and back from Carnal Error looking i know its bad for you, the wreathed with a raucous trill. But their arms she broken wall, therefore her bark, and how with Time’s injurious sway this proud usurper, and when in the garden their wont countenaunce.

Stand still for the bounding want; more rich, more wretched Elenor! It was not thilke same hue, too wise tomatoes. The shepherd struck with a panic fear, but still I die. And o’er-worn; When hours appeares; O see what herself should never mind, on thy cold gray stones of years as they lay calm-breathing and therein she liked to go so you may take the oxygen.—How much of a vanish’d hand, in midst of the person up, purple, pulsing.

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evieebun125 · 2 years ago

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[ID: Four sketches drawn in dark pink in a white background of Azu, Hamid Saleh haroun Al-tahan, Sasha Rackett and Oscar Wilde from Rusty Quill Gaming. Azu is a Kenyan half orc with a shaved head and a broken tusk, she is leaning against her great axe in full Aphrodite plate armor. Hamid is an Egyptian halfling with scales and wings sprouting from his back, he is sitting looking over his shoulder at the camera in a suit. Sasha is a human with short hair and a scar down her right side, she is sitting as if against a wall in a trench coat and baggy clothes. Oscar is an Irishman with a shoulder length hair and and elegant suit, he is sitting with his legs crossed. /End ID]

Some rqg sketched designs :) featuring season 1 Wilde in his peacock three piece

#screaming and crying your hamid and azu afe gonna make me loose my mind #they're so gorgeous they are serving such looks #in my head they're posed together looking at Grizzop standing in frint of them and blushing like !!!#the polylolomg is so real (please know that Azu beinf everyones wife lives in my head rent free 24/7 amd this instantly reminded me of it)#side note in love with your lines they make me want ro color so badly #rusty quill #rusty quill gaming #sasha rackett #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg oscar wilde #azu #rqgaming

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xiaosmoon · 3 years ago

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YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING ON YOUR LIPS

pairings: childe & diluc x gn!reader

summary: romantic moments that involve sweet treats

warnings: pure fluff. reader is wearing a dress in diluc's.

note: for quill's (@starglitterz) 2.5k event <3

-> childe

on hot summer days like this, where the sun is shining a bit too brightly, who wouldn't love to have a refreshing bowl of frozen yogurt right in front of them?

"you should slow down before you get a brain freeze y/n." childe smiles at the way you're salivating over your fro-yo that has one too many toppings.

you roll your eyes, completely ignoring his remark before shoving one more spoonful of ice cold goodness past your lips. "here, try some of mine." you don't even wait for childe to answer. you bring up a spoonful of your yogurt to his lips.

childe only looks at you with a playful gaze before opening his mouth to take the treat off your spoon. childe closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face before humming a bit dramatically in delight. "for something that has a million toppings, that my dear, is very delicious." he shoots you a wink that causes an annoyed pout from you.

before childe could finish off his bowl, he notices a bit of frozen yogurt has escaped onto the corner of your lips. "y/n, you have a little something here." childe points to the corner of his own lips.

oh how embarrassing. you sigh, trying to wipe off whatever had stained your mouth with the back of your hand. "did i get it?"

childe shook his head. "here, let me." you bring your face closer to his, waiting for him to wipe the dessert away with a napkin or something. but instead, childe took ahold of your chin with his thumb and pointer finger before meeting your lips with a sweet and soft kiss.

the kiss was so soft your face started to burn up. such a sensual kiss in public?! before you could even register what happened, childe pulled away with a cocky smirk on his face. "got it."

-> diluc

this was only your second ever date with diluc, but somehow you were already growing very comfortable around him. maybe it was his firm demeanor, or perhaps his quite personality. whatever it was, diluc was someone you were happy to have met.

your first date was unofficial and fairly spontaneous. you had simply decided to hangout on the morning of and study for your upcoming exams. you both were in sweatpants at his place, relaxing on the living room floor, eating frozen pizza.

so being at a high end restaurant that you couldn't even afford imagining about for your second date was quite a turn. diluc only told you to dress nicely and that he'd pick you up at 7. thank goodness you decided to wear your nicest dress.

you were browsing the menu, afraid no prices were listed anywhere. diluc looked up from his own menu, smiling at the way your eyebrows were furrowed. "order anything you'd like, and i mean it."

when the waiter came around to take your orders, diluc ordered effortlessly. he's been here so many times that the staff considers him a vip regular guest, hence the special private room you two were seated at.

while waiting for the food, you and diluc chatted about everything and anything. from family, to work, to hobbies, and even some secrets. you could talk to diluc for hours and hours without ever feeling bored. time flys by so fast with him. so fast that you two were now at dessert. a beautiful chocolate lava cake that you're sure costs more than your monthly rent.

"thank you for dinner, diluc. this was seriously some of the best food i've ever had." you softly smile.

diluc can't help but smile back— your smile was just so contagious. as soon as diluc opened his mouth to speak, his attention was caught by the smallest amount of chocolate on your bottom lip.

"y/n, you have some chocolate on your lip. here, i'll get it." diluc brought up his hand to your face, wiping your bottom lip slowly with his thumb. be brought his thumb back to his own lips, sucking the chocolate off.

while diluc thought nothing of this action, you were burning up rapidly.

he did not just do that.

oh, but he did.

all you could do was stare at him with parted lips, unable to form coherent words.

diluc stands from the table, reaching his hand out to you. "shall we go? i have some more things planned back at my place if you aren't too tired."

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years ago

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Good Team | B.W.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

summary: Right after you graduate from Hogwarts you manage to get a job as a curse breaker at Gringotts. You surprise your dear friend, Bill, as the two of you get an assignment together, to find precious manuscripts, in a place believed to be only a legend. word count: 7696

warnings: language, cigarettes (Bill is a smoker), briefly nudity (a shower), food and drinking, alcohol, a bit of violence, an injury

a/n: It’s finally here! I’ve been working on this one for so long, seriously, but it was a lot of fun. It’s my first Bill fic and it is pretty long so I’m a bit anxious, so if you liked it, please do leave some feedback, it means the world to me!

tags: @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @thisismynerdyself ; @pxroxide-prinxcesss ; @lumos-barnes ; @hufflepuffalice ; @slytherclawbitch ; @famdomhideout ; @mollenniumfalcon ; @accioweaslcy

You drew the string on your trusted backpack and patted it gently.

You looked around the room one last time - mostly to calm yourself down rather than to actually check whether you had forgotten anything - if you had, you wouldn’t have noticed it anyway.

You picked the backpack up with ease, even though its contents would allow you to survive in the wilderness for weeks. Thanks to your fresh, new job, you had obtained a permit to charm it with the Undetectable Extension Charm.

You threw on your dragonhide jacket, then glanced at your watch while tying the shoelaces of your boots – 10 minutes till you were supposed to be at Gringotts to pick up your Portkey. Just enough time.

The day for William Weasley started ordinarily. He was supposed to be back at work at 9 A.M., after having a few days off thanks to an assignment well completed, to receive a new one.

He also knew someone new, from England, was going to assist him on this one. It wasn’t uncommon for him to work with others, curse-breaking was a highly dangerous, often tricky profession, after all, so he didn’t put much thought into it. Maybe apart from hoping they wouldn’t make his job more difficult for him, which was fair.

He had woken up in the small flat he was renting in the city. Having grown up on the outskirts of a small village in Devon, living in a big city was an entirely new thing to him – with all it had to offer. He quite enjoyed that, so even though he was out on the job rather often, he opted to rent a flat in the city and commute to work, outside of it, by apparition.

The flat was pretty shabby, but he didn’t need much. The bed in his small bedroom was situated in just the right spot in relation to the window, that most of the year the sunrays hit him in the face, waking him up, at just the right time – like today.

He got up and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to pull on after a quick shower. Then he had a mug of coffee with a quick breakfast. The grounds at the bottom of the mug stubbornly got into his mouth a few times, but he didn’t care really – he just spit them out and took another sip, glancing at the clock while the news reporter on the Muggle radio spoke in the background.

Bill could understand a few words here and there at this point – the man presented the weather forecast, as Bill was finishing his coffee and cleaning up after himself.

A quick change of clothes and a teeth brushing later, he was glancing at himself in the broken mirror of the tiny entry hallway. He seized a hair tie off a dresser and tied the upper half of his shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, then apparated to the headquarters of the Egyptian Gringotts branch.

Standing by the Portkey with less than a minute to go you felt slight nerves in your stomach. You couldn’t know if this was the excitement of your new job and finally getting to see and surprise Bill, or just the anticipation of the unpleasant feeling of travel you were about to experience.

You had no time to dwell on it. “Miss Y/L/N,” the goblin called out your name to signal you, and you grabbed the broken clock, then a few seconds of your insides turning later, you were standing in some kind of hall.

“Miss Y/L/N, right this way, please,” before you could have a look around, another goblin spoke from behind your back now, evidently not wanting to waste any time.

You were brought to an office and told to wait for your new supervisor to fill you in. You had a feeling this would take long, and you were right.

The office decor was quite unlikely for goblins, there was no grandeur – on the contrary, it looked rather mundane, and very beige. You got to study the appearances of Mr Wickedgher – the goblin you were waiting for – and his predecessors a few decades back. Behind the small window covered by aluminium blinds, you saw ordinary buildings on the other side of the street.

After a while, you started bouncing your knee up and down, while admiring Wickedgher’s quill arrangement – it was very neat. There were a few moments where you heard voices in the corridor outside the door, but they passed by.

Finally, the fourth time it happened, after a voice unmistakably belonging to a goblin, you heard a very familiar, deep and warm wizard’s voice. You straightened up in your chair a bit, (as if it mattered,) then got up when the door opened.

Bill was shocked to see you, just as you expected. You put your warm greetings off until you were done with this meeting. You couldn’t tell if Wickedgher picked up on the fact that you and Bill knew each other – and if he did, he didn’t really care.

You sat on the edge of your seat when he spoke – you had only received a brief description of your assignment in England and it seemed as if Bill knew nothing. Even though they were stationed in Egypt, the goblins were sending you into the middle of Europe upon learning some new facts concerning a legend previously believed to be made up. The task, although very challenging, seemed exciting.

“We were able to confirm one location you can start with, I’m afraid you’ll have to take it from there. We have prepared you a Portkey that will depart tomorrow at 7 A.M. precisely. Any further questions?” your boss asked calmly, glancing at a drawer in his desk very briefly.

You thought intensely – this was your first job, nothing came to mind now, but was there anything else you could ask about? Anything you should ask about?

You put your faith in Bill. He glanced at you after a second, to check if you were going to say anything, then replied, “We’re good, Wickedgher. Anything else today?” “I suppose you could use the time to show our new recruit our office, but nothing apart from that. Just make sure you’re on time tomorrow.” “Will do,” Bill said and you nodded, then you grabbed your backpack lying at the foot of your chair and the two of you left the office.

Bill had his back turned to you. A cheeky, slightly shy smile made its way onto your face. He turned around with arms crossed on his chest and an eyebrow raised, suppressing a smile. “Got something to say to me?”

You grinned at him, saying “surprise?”, and you saw him break, so you reached up to embrace him. He gave you a tight, Bill, bear hug.

“Why haven’t you told me, you rascal?” he chuckled, still holding you a couple of seconds longer. “I wanted to surprise you..! I applied right after I got my N.E.W.T. results and they reached back two weeks after. When they told me I was going to Egypt I knew I had to keep it a secret, though I didn’t know they were gonna give us a mission together until three days ago,” you explained, still beaming at him. When you decided to become a curse-breaker during your fifth year at Hogwarts, working alongside Bill once again seemed like a dream. No matter how helpful the rest of your friends have been over the years, you didn’t feel as good with any of them by your side, during your curse-breaking feats, as you did with Bill.

“That would be because I’ve just finished working on one nasty tomb down south then,” he told you, his facial expression saying he was just recalling that particularly difficult task he clearly just wanted to forget about.

Bill showed you around the few spaces to your disposition during work and you took some time to go over all the evidence you had been provided with, and prepare yourself for the assignment. Then the two of you decided to grab lunch and coffee together, to catch up.

“So where are you staying? Renting anything?” Bill conversed, lighting a cigarette, as the two of you sat at an outside table of a small café. “No, not yet. They still haven’t told me if I’m gonna be stationed here, or for how long. And as for today - I wasn’t really expecting to have to stay the night here just yet. I thought we were leaving right away,” you admitted, you still haven’t figured out where you’d be sleeping that night. “Oh- then, you can crash at mine. It’s not much, but it would be hard to find anything for you on such short notice…” Bill offered, concerned.

You felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. But then you supposed crashing on the floor of his flat was nothing in comparison to what you were probably gonna go through very soon.

“Thanks, Bill, I appreciate that,” you smiled at him kindly.

You followed behind him on the narrow staircase of the old apartment building, after a day full of walking around the city. On the fourth floor, Bill walked up to one of the doors, fumbling in the pocket of his jeans for the keys. Standing by his side, you had an odd mixture of feelings.

At 18, most of your friends still lived with their families. It was a part of stepping into adulthood, but nonetheless, it felt strange to think that you were about to walk into a friend of yours’ own flat.

Upon entering the tiny space, you saw Bill everywhere. It did look like a 20-year-old’s place. There was a faint smell of cigarettes present and it was quite tidy, but not Molly-like immaculate. Just like Bill – the most laid-back Head Boy Hogwarts has ever had.

Going from the tiny entry hall there was a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a room serving as a living room and a bedroom, with a foldable couch.

“I was speechless too when I first saw it,” he joked, making you chuckle. “Make yourself at home, Y/N! You thirsty, want something to drink, water..?” He walked over to the kitchen and visually searched it. “Nah, I’m good for now, thank you,” you replied, walking over to the couch after setting down your bag. “…Booze..?” he continued, in a tone pretending to be ashamed of the question, a single hand holding a bottle poking out of the archway. “Sure, Weasley, let’s get hammered the night before a job. 7 AM, remember?”

“Eh, suit yourself,” he said, stretching his back while he walked over to the window. The sun was setting, the room was illuminated by its pinkish-orange rays. He opened the window, reaching one of his hands into his back pocket for a smoke.

You walked up next to him and leaned on the windowsill.

It was a beautiful evening. The warm air was blowing in your face, the sun setting low and you lost yourself, enjoying that moment. You felt an immense sense of freedom, like you could do just about anything at that point. Nothing was stopping you, all worries and responsibilities forgotten. All you felt was the open world in front of you, and Bill next to you. You were happy.

“We should probably get an early night. A good rest before leaving for Merlin knows how long won’t hurt,” Bill reasoned, breaking the silence, as the smoke from his last drag was leaving his lips. The sun was almost fully set now, the inside was getting dark. He stubbed the cigarette out on the outside of the wall, then tossed it into an old jar, already half-full with others.

“Right, yeah…” you nodded, pulled out of your daydream. “Do you want to use the bathroom first?” he asked.

You felt a bit odd using his shower, though just like any shower outside of home.

After turning the water on you allowed yourself to relax a bit. You took a look around the kind of cosmetics he used and it felt like learning some deep secrets.

You lathered your body and tried not to think about the less pleasant part of your job, namely, when would the next time you get to take a proper shower be, after this one.

A double knock on the door startled you. “Would you like tea?” William asked from behind the door. “Uhm… yes..?” you replied, subconsciously covering yourself. Even though there were a closed-door and a wall between you, it felt strange to speak to him while you were naked. After that, he was gone again, and you quickly finished your shower.

When you walked out, the couch was unfolded and the bed was made. On the floor, some distance from it, laid a make-shift bed out of blankets.

Bill was in the kitchen, sitting by the small table, looking out the window with a steaming mug in his hands. Another one was waiting for you on the other side of the table.

He looked up at you as you walked into the room, then sat down opposite him. “Thank you,” you said, sliding the mug closer to yourself. “I like having one before sleep,” he confessed, referring to the tea.

When Bill was taking a shower you had a look into your backpack, preparing for the morning, then looked out the window some more to pass time.

He walked out in a pair of boxers and a loose, weird sisters t-shirt. You wondered if that was how he usually slept or if he put the shirt on because of you.

A bit hesitantly, you walked over to the bedding on the floor, ready to tuck in for the night, but he stopped you.

“You didn’t think that when I offered you a place to crash, I’d make you the one sleeping on the floor,” he pretty much stated. “Noo,” you replied sheepishly, both of you knowing well that you did.

You walked over to your spots and laid down in silence, then you could hear the rustle of Bill’s bedding as he tried to get comfortable.

“Thank you, Bill,” you said, quietly. “Not a problem,” he replied, and you rolled onto your side to sleep.

“Night, Y/N,” he said, sounding as if he were falling asleep already. “Good night.”

When you woke up it was already bright outside. You rolled onto your other side and saw that Bill was still asleep.

He was sleeping without covers, curled up in a ball. His long hair was messy and his face half-buried in the pillow. You let yourself look at him for a moment with a small smile on your face.

Glancing at the clock, it was still early. You closed your eyes back, to wait until he woke up. When you opened them again, you could smell the breakfast being cooked.

Bill was trying to be as quiet as possible so you wouldn’t have to be up earlier than necessary. As soon as you realised what was going on, you felt giddy. You stretched in bed, then got up. When Bill heard the commotion, he poked his head out of the kitchen.

“Morning,” you greeted with a smile upon seeing him, making your way to where he was. “Good morning, colleague,” he replied, then got back to making food.

He appeared to have washed up and dressed already, his hair half-tied up into a bun. You sat by the table, wincing after hearing the term. “Colleague?” you asked, not amused by that banter. He chuckled with his back turned to you, but didn’t reply. “Tea, coffee?” he asked sunnily instead. “Coffee, please.”

He poured some into a mug, then placed the ready food on a plate and carried all that to you at the table.

“Thank you, Molly,” you couldn’t help yourself.

Bill snatched a kitchen rag off the counter and with an angry expression, placed his hands on his hips. The resemblance was uncanny and you found that funnier than you probably should’ve.

With a smirk, he let go of the act after you giggled and joined you at the table with his own plate and mug.

“How did you sleep?” he asked. “Pretty good, thank you. It didn’t take me too long to fall asleep in the evening. And I actually woke up before you did, but fell back asleep.” “Oh, wow.” “Yeah, how was your sleep on the floor? You seemed to be pretty comfortable,” you giggled to yourself, recalling the image. Bill cleared his throat, “I am a man of many talents, and sleeping anywhere is one of them.” “Okay, then…” you suppressed another chuckle.

“How d’you feel before your first job?” “Excited, I guess?” you answered truthfully. “I think I’ll do okay. You always said I’d be a good curse-breaker…” “And I stand by that.” “How did you feel right before your first job? What was it, some castle ruin in Wales..?”

“Mhmm, yeah…” he mumbled, chewing on his food. “I remember not being able to get a good rest because Fred and George stayed up and had a little emergency. They mixed up the powder of a few different types of fireworks and almost blew the whole house up. Excited to go to Hogwarts, they were. Charlie and I had to help them fix it without waking mum up so she wouldn’t find out,” he grunted. “So you’re already one up on me.”

Bill extended his hand to you, to help you up after you’ve fallen out of the Portkey.

“Ahh, I thought I was getting the hang of it, I landed in Egypt pretty gracefully,” you grunted while getting up, brushing gravel off of your butt. “Practice makes perfect, love,” Bill commented, already scanning your surroundings.

You found yourself on a dirt road, and though the opening for the path was pretty wide, there were miles of woods surrounding you. You had a rough idea where in central Europe you were situated, in a valley between mountains. You didn’t expect to find what you were you were looking for so easily, however, so all maps you could need were securely in your backpack.

The weather was pleasant, much cooler than Egypt for sure, but it was still the middle of summer. You tapped the watch on your wrist with your wand to change it to local time.

“6:06 AM – look, we went back in time…” you joked stupidly and Bill looked at you with a half-smile.

“We should move. From this spot, it shouldn’t take us too long to find some clues mentioned in those notes.”

Your goal was to find a tower, where over 500 years ago, a wizard named Halllegend Hugshot supposedly lived and carried out his research and experiments. The fruit of said research was the true purpose of your mission.

The only real problem was that apart from a few lucky apprentices, nobody has ever seen the tower. Halllagend was believed to have disappeared without a trace somewhere off the coast of the Black Sea, and the folk from a nearby dwelling, long abandoned and in ruin, said the area was always empty, uninhabited. And till that day it was believed to be only a legend, magical historians saying that Hallagend never set foot in that part of the world.

You went on quite the hike through the woods, the only thing to guide you were vague notes and a few inaccurate maps from the middle ages. Dawand Davisshot, for example, would find his way to his mentor’s residence by cutting through a cave that has collapsed centuries ago.

You and Bill had your lunch on the way, wanting to make as much progress as you could before setting up camp. Hours were passing, you’ve made your way up a smaller mountain and the only thing keeping you from believing you were completely lost – were occasional sightings of things like peculiar rocks or old trees that may have been the landmarks mentioned by the apprentices.

“You think when we get there, what’s next?” you questioned Bill a bit out of breath, to relieve boredom, well into the afternoon. “Hmm?” Bill muttered, pulled out of his thoughts. “We find the tower, we high five, we get inside and then what? See a desk in the middle of the room, and on it, a pile of parchment rolls waiting for us to take them? What do you think the place is going to look like?” “Guess I haven’t thought about that in much detail. Could be anything... But I doubt a regular building would’ve remained uncharted for that long,” he pointed out. “I suppose,” you agreed. “I’m just hoping for no dragons inside. I’ve had my share of dragons…” you mumbled, recalling your venture to the portrait vault and mostly, the time you joined Bill on his job at a dragon sanctuary.

You’ve noticed that he stopped and hesitated to go further, looking around and down at the ground.

You dug your foot around a bit. The ground was covered with dense thickets, it was easy to blend in with the rest while walking. Underneath, however, was not soil, but solid rock.

“Good one, Weasley,” you praised, having a closer look, and he didn’t reply. The mineral was like nothing you’ve seen before. You didn’t reckon it was Muggle.

When a single ray of sunshine got through the leaves above, when the clouds moved with the wind, shining on it, it almost glowed.

“The place looks like what Humpty Wanderer or whatever his name was described…” Bill observed, suspiciously. “Where’s the tower, though,” he didn’t hide his mild annoyance.

It was true, the opening in the trees stuck out in the middle of the woods, and all that rock seemed justly out of place.

With the lack of a better idea, you took your wand out and raised it. “You think a simple spell will break his defences?” Bill quipped defiantly.

Ignoring him, you opted to start with the simplest one – you cast Revelio nonverbally and the mineral started to glow underneath the cover. You could see now that it covered all of the circular area of the opening in the trees.

You looked at Bill with the smuggest smile. “Shove it,” he retorted in a friendly manner, then flicked his wand to get rid of the thicket. The general glow subdued and shapes started to reveal themselves. Shapes you recognised to be runes.

“HA!” you laughed “Don’t take ancient runes for your newts, it’s good for nothing, d’you know how boring it is?” you mocked the voice of Bill from a bit over two years ago, when you were finishing your fifth year at Hogwarts, about to start your sixth year, and he – graduate.

“Yeah, I take it back, alright… I’d be fucked without you,” he muttered, studying the shapes without understanding. Instinctively, you’d counter that. But instead, you smiled idiotically to yourself at those words, reading a bit too much into them.

Bill looked up at you expectantly and you blushed a bit. “So… would you..?” he prompted, bringing you back to reality. “Ah..! Yeah, yeah, of course…” you muttered, then went on to translate the message.

“It says the passage can be opened on the night of the new moon… the new moon..?” you looked at him desperately. Waiting around for the right phase of the moon didn’t sound very pleasant to you. “No, no, that’s in a few days. What is it today, the 22nd ?” “Yeah.” “Then that’s three days from now,” he said, with focus written on his face.

It made you feel a bit guilty, as if by translating the message you were the one making you two sit around and do nothing in the middle of nowhere.

You set up camp in a pleasant spot not far. Being one to fear an encounter with wild animals after dark, you made sure to set up magical barriers as well.

The tents Gringotts provided its curse-breakers weren’t the most luxurious, the goblins had better things to spend their gold on. Your tent consisted of two rooms – one, middle-sized, with a bunk bed, a table that could fit four people and a small, very basic kitchenette. Off to the side was a bathroom.

“Shotgun the top bunk,” you announced after Bill finished setting up the tent and the two of you walked in. He tutted and swore.

That evening you prepared supper for the two of you and as a peace offering after snatching the superior bunk, you also made some tea.

“Bill..!” you called out to him when you were done. He had been hanging around before, then disappeared. “Out here!” he answered, by the sound, from somewhere near the tent entrance.

Upon stepping outside, you saw two foldable chairs and a table, and Bill standing next to them, looking unsure.

“Ah, making a house feel like home,” you commented and Bill winked in reply.

You sat outside as it was getting dark. Your moods were mixed after that eventful day. You were exhausted after the whole day of walking and you weren’t exactly happy with what you discovered. You couldn’t know what would happen on the night of the new moon. All left to do now was wait around for three days and it could still be for nothing.

But you supposed it could still have been worse.

And so both of you weary, you got ready for bed and clambered into your bunks. You turned off the light and tried to get comfortable in the cold camp-bed.

“Night, Y/N,” said Bill, yawning, bringing you a bit of comfort. “Good night, Bill.”

And so the first day ended.

When you woke up the next day, your whole body ached. Bill was already up, it was past 11 AM. After making a teasing remark about how well you slept, he disappeared somewhere, while you groggily ate ‘breakfast’ and got ready for the day.

He was still absent when you finished, so unsure what to do with your time, you grabbed a book you took the liberty of packing into your backpack. However, after you positioned one of the chairs in the shade underneath a tree, you managed to read half a chapter before you saw him walking back towards the tent.

You were curious as to what he was doing but didn’t want to appear nosy. Glancing up from your book with a small smile, you showed you had acknowledged his presence, and hoped he’d start talking first.

He smiled back and walked past you, inside. You fought a battle with your curiosity, your fingers almost ready to close the book.

But you reopened it fully in haste and pretended to be immersed in it, when he came back out a minute later, after having refilled his water bottle.

He placed the second chair next to you and sat down with a heavy sigh. Agonizingly slow, he opened the bottle and quenched his thirst.

“What’re you reading?” he asked, curiosity in his voice.

You tried not to show your mild disappointment and raised up the book to show him the cover and let him see for himself.

“Mhmm… I’ve heard about it. I read her last book and wondered if this one was any good.” “I’ve barely read a few chapters but so far it’s alright,” you pondered.

Bill hummed in response. He leaned back in his chair and looked up into the bright sky, closing one eye due to the sun poking through the leaves.

“I took a walk and had a look around the area,” he started. You hummed this time. It was exactly what you were waiting for. “Yesterday not enough for you?” you asked. “Why, muscles achy?” he teased you, nudging your leg with his. He was fit, you had to give it to him. Ignoring your groan, he continued – “I found a nice spot by the cliffside. Maybe we could go there tonight.” “Why do you wanna hang around a cliff edge during the night?” “I thought it would be good for stargazing if the sky’s clear,” he explained, making you suddenly feel a few degrees hotter at the thought. “If we’re to camp here, might as well do something worthwhile in the meantime,” he reasoned.

“Wow…” you exclaimed, after arriving at your destination as the sun was setting.

This spot showed a clear view of the valley and the stream running through it. You could see all the surrounding mountains and the different various layers of flora at different heights.

“Told you,” Bill said in an undertone.

The cliffside itself didn’t look as dangerous as you had imagined. The spot was actually quite cosy, you felt sheltered. You put a thick blanket over a large log to sit on it.

The two of you admired the view almost wordlessly until the sun was fully set.

The starry sky prompted a bit of nostalgia in both of you. You reminisced your years at Hogwarts, talking of your shared adventures and friends. Of how you visited the Burrow for the first time and almost sabotaged your trip, wanting to prepare a gift for the Weasleys. Or how indecisive Bill had been with his career choice in his OWL year.

A cloudless sky during the night caused a chill in the air. The two of you had brought blankets but you still subconsciously sat a bit closer to Bill and leaned into his side, as he leaned back on his arms, looking up at the sky.

“Good thing I went with curse-breaker in the end,” he stated. “Yeah… and here we are,” you chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he said. Bill sounded different that night. He spoke in a tone you’ve never heard before. It was simultaneously deeper and softer, reaching into your very soul. And without thinking, you somehow spoke differently, too. Your voice was sweet and tender.

“We just make a good team,” you claimed with a smile. “Yeah,” he agreed.

There was a bit of a pause after that, after which he added – “…and I’d have bored my ass off otherwise,” making you laugh. “This camping trip’s not so bad after all…”

“Aaah, ah..! I almost forgot!” he began, straightening up abruptly. “I packed this…” he muttered, reaching into his own bag to retrieve a thermos with two mugs, one for each of you. He flicked his wand and the mugs filled themselves in the air, then floated into your hands.

And so the custom was followed. You went back into the tent before too long, and when Bill wished you a good night that time, it felt somehow better, spreading warmth through your body.

And so, the second day ended.

You felt a gentle stroke on your shoulder, that had nothing to do with what you were dreaming of. In an instant, you couldn’t even remember what you were dreaming of.

“Y/N…” Bill said quietly, standing next to the bed as you laid on your side with your back turned to him, and woke you up completely.

He retreated his hand, you took a deep breath, slowly opening your eyes, and stretched. When you turned, you saw him leaning his forearms on the railing. “I made breakfast and got tired of waiting,” he admitted, smiling a bit.

Indeed, you could smell food and coffee waiting for you at the table. The air was considerably chillier than the two previous days. When you got up and pulled a hoodie over your head, Bill opened the door a little to let a bit of natural light inside.

You sat at the table together, not saying anything, and for a moment you forgot why you were there in the first place. You forgot how inconvenient the delay seemed at first. You couldn’t place the feeling, but you were really happy about spending that time with Bill.

There he was, with all his cool aura – his hair half-tied up at the back per usual, slight stubble on his face, wearing a loose, grey t-shirt, fitted jeans and boots. And you got to see him with his resting face on, then furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he wondered whether to put raspberry or strawberry jam on his toast, while he sipped on his morning coffee. And nobody, and nothing else around.

He looked up suddenly, noticing you haven’t touched anything yet and pulling you back to reality, his blue eyes pierced into you. You dropped your gaze instantly and he did the same, you felt the heat reach your cheeks right away.

He cleared his throat quietly, possibly making the situation more awkward. “The weather got worse,” he began, having made his decision concerning the jam. “Yeah, it’s chilly, isn’t it?” you chuckled, hugging the hoodie tighter around yourself. Bill turned to you with a smile and you noticed once again, that he was wearing a t-shirt. “Right, of course…” you recalled all the times at Hogwarts when you’d wrap yourself in jackets and scarves, while he walked around in barely a thin long-sleeve.

You spend the rest of the morning each doing your own thing. It started raining in the early afternoon, providing you with the background noise of pitter-patter, the droplets hitting the tent’s surface.

Bill suddenly remembered he had packed his set of wizards’ chess, which kept you entertained for about a couple of hours.

“It is still gorgeous outside, though,” Bill pointed out, pulling the fabric covering the entrance back a bit to take a look.

He walked over to his bag with a purpose, grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over his head. “Care to join me..?” he asked. “In what?” you questioned in reply, confused as to what he had in mind. “Getting a bit of fresh air,” he answered, matter-of-factly. You stared at him with an expression suggesting the idea wasn’t very appealing, which only seemed to make him smile wider.

He snatched his jacket and throwing it at you, said – “Come on..!” with a grin, then pulled the hood over his head and walked outside.

Fully certain you had gone insane, you put on his jacket and joined him. He looked completely unbothered, content just standing there. Having cast the umbrella charm, you quickly skipped over to cover him too.

Bill dried a part of a boulder for you to sit on. “See? Pretty nice,” he noted and you scoffed in response. But his shit-eating grin meant you couldn’t keep a straight face.

It wasn’t bad, despite the rain it was quite sunny. You had Bill’s jacket on, keeping you warm from the wind, surrounding you in his scent, and his mood was contagious.

He reached into the pocket of his jeans. “You wanted to go out just so you could have a smoke, didn’t you?” you quipped. “Not just for that,” he countered with a cheeky smile, putting the cigarette between his lips. “Remind me, have I asked you before what your mum said when she found out that you smoke?” you put on a face of the deepest thought. “…she doesn’t know,” he answered, lighting it.

He was right, it was pretty nice.

You sat in comfortable silence. When he finished smoking, you put your head on his shoulder, almost pulled in. It came to you without another thought, to wrap your arm around his, your other hand resting in his elbow, and he rested his cheek on top of your head.

The sound of rain all around you, tapping against the leaves above brought you a sense of serenity. You looked at the sky above, wondering if you could perhaps spot a rainbow somewhere, as the sun poked through the clouds for a moment.

You felt the gentle weight lift off of your head and, almost instinctively, you lifted your head too.

“Do you think I’d look good with earrings?” Bill asked, thinking deeply. “Or just like one, maybe..?” You chuckled, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe this guy.

“Probably depends on what kind of earrings you’re thinking of…” “Something cool,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Ah, of course. Well then, I guess so. Would match your vibe,” you said without much thought, not looking at him.

He was suspiciously quiet, so you turned your head and saw the mischievous smile. “So I’m cool, huh?” he shrugged his eyebrows.

“Forget I said anything,” you shook your head again and tried not to smile or blush. “Fat chance. I’ll store this one deep down,” he announced. “Though I may have heard that one once or twice before…”

You had no witty comeback for that, and your façade cracked quickly. You started laughing and Bill joined in quickly. It felt light-hearted.

You didn’t know when his face had gotten so close to yours, he brushed a strand of hair off your face and his hand stayed on your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin delicately and you leaned closer, leaving the last step to him.

He connected your lips, yet they were barely touching. He tested the kiss as if he expected you to push him away any second, and when he pulled away it left you awakened and frustrated.

He saw that in your eyes, while his showed shock. He kissed you once again, passionately this time, pulling you in. You kissed him back with just as much emotion, you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hood got pulled off in the moment. You failed to realise you broke the umbrella charm. One of his hands remained on your face, cupping your jaw, while the other found your waist, both of them felt as if they were made to be there.

He pulled away reluctantly. Only then you realised just how soaked the two of you were and laughed about it. Needless to say, you ran back to the tent hastily, to dry yourselves off.

And that night you could safely say that it felt, by far, the best out of all the previous times, to be wished good night by Bill when he lied next to you in the warm bed, as the sound of rain lulled you to sleep.

And so, the third day ended.

The final day before the new moon, the weather was considerably nicer.

You didn’t talk much on your way there. It was getting dark quickly, but you could see the spot in the distance – the almost courtyard-like area where the tower, or the passage to it, was supposed to appear, stuck out like a sore thumb.

You arrived there and waited. It got dark, and you still waited for something to happen.

“It said the passage can be opened, but not how to open it,” Bill pointed out.

You didn’t say anything. Truthfully, because he was right. And the fact that there could be something you should be doing right now, but instead, you were just standing there, was scary. You could be waiting until the very dawn and nothing would happen, and for your next chance, you’d have to wait for a full moon cycle, or come back to the goblins empty-handed.

“It’s… it’s still early, the sun has just set,” you attempted to stay positive, looking up at the dark sky and trying to find the moon.

It took some more waiting for you to start seriously worrying, Bill was pacing the area and smoking. But then you felt something.

Very strong magic in the air, it was like the whole ground was shaking, shaking your insides, while none of that physically happened. The moon shone through the opening in the leaves above, and once more, the rock below you started glowing.

This time the glow kept growing, it became unbearable, you had to close your eyes to protect them, and the magical force became so strong it was pushing you away from the circle.

This lasted for maybe two minutes, yet felt much longer. You saw through your eyelids that it was dark again, and nothing was pushing you away anymore. You were finally able to take a proper breath.

“You okay?” Bill asked, concerned, from somewhere behind you. “Yeah,” you answered and nodded, even though you could see nothing. You cast Lumos Maxima overhead and Bill finally joined you as you realised you stood a few meters away from the steps leading up to an old, wooden doorway. Doorway into the tower.

You looked at each other as if trying to find answers for what just happened. When you walked up the steps slowly and approached the doors, everything suddenly became eerily quiet. You could no longer hear the forest around you.

“What do you think?” you asked Bill quietly. “Just… just stay on your guard.”

You did so, but without seeing any other option, placed your hand on the door handle.

You knew immediately what happened, feeling it drive through your mind. It was enchanted, the entrance used Legilimency on you, but this was not your first time. You blocked your mind quickly, and the lock clicked soon. You pressed the handle and opened the door ever so slightly, just so it wouldn’t lock again.

“It was enchanted. The handle. Some security charm, it used Legilimency on me,” you explained, coming down from the shock. “Did you manage to block it?” Bill questioned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Yes,” you replied as if it were obvious.

“Can you use Legilimency on objects?” he asked after a few seconds, remembering you were a natural Legilimens. “Think about it, Bill, you should have your answer. Though if something’s charmed to have sentience, maybe. Haven’t tried…”

You stepped inside, keeping your eyes and ears peeled for anything dangerous. Bill lit the lamps, and you were able to get a proper look at the spacious room.

It looked like a normal house. From the 1400s of course, but nonetheless. Not a hermit’s lair, not some kind of evil den, but a house someone lived in. It wasn’t even dusty, or cobwebbed. An illusion charm?

After searching the entire first floor you still didn’t come across a study, a lab, or anything alike. You were about to leave one of the rooms when you heard a familiar purr.

“He had a cat..?” Bill wondered, but your eyebrows furrowed. “A chimaera, rather,” you replied, making his face fall.

There was no other way out for you, anyway. Hoping your experience with chimaeras would prove enough for you to handle this one, somehow, you stepped back into the main hall.

The beast stood guard in the centre of the room, proudly, and didn’t show any signs of aggression just yet. It watched contently as you made your way along the walls towards the exit at first, but it didn’t like it when you got closer to the staircase upstairs.

Its purrs changed into growls and its hoofs kicked the ground angrily, giving you a clear signal to stop. The surroundings changed, the paint started to peel off the walls at first, everything began to age rapidly. The tower seemed to shake the stronger, the louder the beast roared, and threatened to fall apart.

There was no other solution now, but to fight it. Yet even for two certified, skilled wizards such as you and Bill, and adult chimaera was a dangerous challenge. Stunning spells were flying, you had to dodge attacks from the beast who could not decide whom to attack while thinking of a solution.

As you were getting tired, so was the beast, but that still didn’t mean your success was close. You saw your chance when it was about to pounce the ground in front of you. You got ready to cast the Conjunctivitis curse and raised your wand.

The chimaera hit the ground and you felt a sharp pain at the back of your neck, then everything went dark.

When you eventually came back to your senses, you felt incredibly tired. Your head was lying on something soft and warm. You could open your eyes, but you didn’t want to, you felt comfortable like that.

“Y/N..?” you heard a warm voice say as someone’s fingers delicately pushed some hair off your forehead. Bill’s voice, and Bill’s hand, you realised. And underneath your head, was Bill’s lap.

You opened your eyes slightly and saw his face, a bit shiny and dirty due to the dust that stuck to his sweat. He was relieved. You also noticed you were still inside the main hall of the tower.

“How do you feel?” You took a breath and wet your lips. “I could use a nap,” you admitted, making him smile.

You sat up with his help and felt the back of your head. It still hurt a bit, but probably not as much as it should’ve. You could feel a freshly healed wound there - Bill’s doing.

“Where is it?” you asked, impressed with how not only Bill remained intact after you’d collapsed, but also you were still alive. “I managed to push it back into one of the back rooms and close the door,” he answered, looking into space as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

You looked around all the rubble and remembered why you’d come here.

“Soo… all that for nothing, huh,” you said grimly. “Well, not quite,” Bill corrected you, “there’s still the attic.”

You carefully climbed the spiralled stairs, hoping for no more security beasts or charms. You took the door which stood out the most and hit the goldmine.

A room full of bookcases and worktables, measures, ingredients and lab glass. Little bottles everywhere, and above all, scrolls upon scrolls of parchment.

It felt weird to finally be done with it. You were almost sad to leave, as you hiked back down the mountain the next morning, but shook the feeling off instantly. You couldn’t know what the future held for you. What epic assignments were yet to come. One thing was certain.

“Soo…” Bill began, looking straight ahead. “…Still looking for a place to live..?”

#bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x mc

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theleftovertaco · 4 years ago

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Post War HCs

TW- mentions of panic attacks, hoarding, PTSD, self harm, if any of this may trigger something for you, don’t fucking read it.

I always kind of get annoyed when writers, shows or movies ignore the physical or mental trauma that their characters have. I understand in Harry Potter where the characters aren’t really shown past their first 7 years but I do have some personal HCs about how each of the characters fared following the second Wizarding War and the Battle of Hogwarts

All was not well.

Harry gets sensory overload, he’s anxious all the time, and over the following years he becomes a bit of a control freak, since he felt like he could barely control things around him as a teen. He spent nearly 7 years telling himself and others that he wanted to be an Auror, and he followed through, going through the training, passing his exams and finally becoming an Auror.

He gets burnout in less than 2 years before eventually resenting his job. It’s not for lack of trying, they do a lot the first few months in active duty and he moves up the ranks faster than anyone in Ministry history (being the chosen one has it’s perks).

But he feels like there’s so much that’s put on his plate, that he can’t control. Harry spent seven years at Hogwarts dodging Daily Prophet interviews and trying to live up to the expectations of being the Chosen One, and he hoped that after he killed Voldemort, those expectations would have been met and he could finally have some peace.

The expectations grew. So did criticisms. Any singular mistake the Auror department made fell under his responsibility, at least, according to the press.

At the one and a half year mark, he breaks, doesn’t show up for work one day, dodges his family and friends and takes off for a few weeks. He shows up later to press shoving their quick-quotes quills in his face and hands in an immediate notice of resignation.

All was not well.

Hermione still wakes up in the middle of the night with stinging flesh, and she has to check over her limbs to make sure that Bellatrix didn’t somehow carve another slur into her, even though Hermione knows she’s dead.

Sometimes she can still feel the knife carving into her arm, can still feel the blood dripping out of the wound.

She develops a fear of snakes over time, even the smallest garden snake makes her jump, considering her experience with snakes during the war was less than satisfactory, to say the least

Hermione puts her guard up when meeting diplomats as she rises the Ministry ranks. She never knows who is going to spout anti- muggle rhetoric in her face. She walks with her wand always in her hand.

She never knows if a Voldemort sympathizer will jump out and attack her when she walks down Diagon Alley.

All was not well.

Ron can’t be away from Hermione or Harry for too long or he gets separation anxiety. Spending nearly a decade in life or death situations makes him nearly unable to function unless he knows they’re both okay.

Ron still feels a curling sensation in his gut if he is away from Hermione for too long. Sometimes he wakes up screaming her name when his nightmares make him relive the sounds of her being tortured by Bellatrix.

After the third time of him showing up at her doorstep at odd hours of the night, she takes him to buy a landline so he can just call to confirm her safety.

Ron needs reassurance that his friends won’t leave him. He spent his whole life being mistaken or compared to his siblings. There is always that sinking feeling in his mind that one day, his friends will realize that they’re better than him, and they’ll move on.

It takes years of reassuring before he begins to believe it himself.

All was not well.

Fred lives, but his hearing is permanently damaged from the explosion. Sometimes he can still hear ringing sounds of the blast and his ears will randomly bleed.

He tries to hold it together, to prove that he doesn’t need help with his hearing.

It takes about eight months before he concedes and allows his mother to take him to get his ears looked at, but by that point the damage is too far down, so he tries muggle hearing aids.

Sometimes Fred can still feel his lungs crushing in while he struggles to take another breath, can feel his ribcage closing in on his heart. Whoever he’s closest too will have to sit down with him and remind him that he’s not under a dark pile of rubble, unable to scream or speak or breath.

Sometimes it’s impossible for him to hear them though because when he has panic attacks his ears just, shut off, or he’ll rip out his aid.

All was not well.

George still gets insane migraines and feels phantom pains on the left side of his head. He has to take potions to quell the constant pounding sensation in his head.

He can never be apart from Fred for long. The five minutes of terror he went through when he believed his twin brother was dead have made him constantly worried for his brothers safety so he babies him all the time. Fred eventually gets fed up with him and snaps a few months in, yelling at him to “stop treating me like a child!”

George breaks down sobbing and they both end up going to joint therapy.

George is tired all the time. His job of being around kids in the shop all the time, working 12+ hour days, for 4-6 days a week tires him out. He needs his sleep.

Fred often finds him slumped over at his desk or at a register and sends him home.

He hits his breaking point when he refuses to sleep or rest for over 3 days and collapses while restocking.

Fred and George learn to enforce specific schedules, shifts no longer than ten hours for them and no more than nine for their employees.

All was not well.

Ginny, Neville, Luna, Dean, and Seamus still wake up from nightmares of the first years screaming under the punishment of the Carrow twins.

They snuck as many as possible into the Room of Requirement.

But it wasn’t enough, and they all have memories scraped into their skulls of sending the body of a first year Hufflepuff home to sobbing parents after Amycus Carrow caught her reading the Quibbler.

Ginny feels her scalp on fire years after her 6th year from when Alecto Carrow dragged her by the hair.

She begins to tear out her own hair.

Ginny eventually breaks and just shaves her whole head.

All was not well.

Neville retreats into his shell of plants and disappears into greenhouse three to his venomous tentacula when he feels panicked.

He has to create a rigid schedule for himself, a response to the undiscernible chaos of his school years.

All was not well.

Luna starts seeing her mother again in her dreams, her screams as she died mirroring the ones of the students that screamed out for help while they were still in school.

All was not well.

Dean and Seamus rent an apartment together and open a pub because if they aren’t always in each others line of sight, panic shoots through their hearts. Seamus throws all his energy into cooking and Dean controls most of the serving and financial aspects of the place.

All was not well.

Molly Weasley still glances at her family clock in fear, though now a few more names have been added to it, waiting for the hands of Harry, Ron, and Hermione to switch back to “Mortal Peril” like they did so often while the three were horcrux hunting.

All was not well.

Arthur Weasley clings to his muggle objects like a shield and eventually develops a light hoarding problem. Molly and the children have to force him to go through each item. Harry and Hermione sit down with him and explain the purpose of each object until he’s ready to let a lot of it go.

All was not well.

Minerva McGonagall still is on the lookout for kids that look like they come from dangerous homes. Kids that need her help. She worries after 7 years of chaos when the other shoe will drop, and waits with baited breath for news to come through that another catastrophic event will occur within the walls of Hogwarts, walls which were supposed to keep students safe.

All was not well.

Draco Malfoy spends hours in the shower scrubbing at his scar, trying to make it disappear, he cuts into it at some point with a knife and his mother gently forces him to enter himself into a temporary psych ward after she finds him bloodied and passed out on his bathroom floor.

All was not well. All was never well.

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years ago

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High hopes.

Brian and Ellen AU / Tell Me About Your Family

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“...but the fairy couldnae return to the place where she had come from, because sadly the magic door between the stones had disappeared.”

Snug in their bed, Faith and Brianna gasped. “But why, Da?”

Sprawled on one side of the bed, arm tightly holding his daughters, Jamie sighed. “Because the magic door was only open at certain days of the year. And sadly, the day that the fairy returned to the stones was one of those days.”

Faith’s dark brows furrowed. “So what did she do? The bad man in red was chasing her!”

“Do ye remember how the fairy had made friends wi’ the hunter?”

Brianna nodded. “He kept her safe when she was sad and lost.”

“Weel - the hunter had gone to the stones wi’ her, just in case there was a problem. And sure enough, he was there to help her.”

“So where did they go, Da?”

He smiled slightly. “Would ye believe that he wrapped her up in his plaid and took her home wi’ him, to a secret place where no’ even the bad men could find them?”

“Yes,” Faith yawned. “Because Lallybroch is that place for you, Da. Aye?”

His heart clenched.

“Aye, lass. It is.”

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He found Claire in her stillroom downstairs, checking entries in her meticulous ledger.

“Is he asleep?”

Briefly she looked up, then returned to her work, scanning the cramped pages. “Yes - he was a bit fussy, but all is well. What about the girls?”

He leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Giggling like wee fiends. They’ll tire themselves out eventually.”

She stood up straight, and slung her arms around his shoulders. Pulled him closer for a long, slow kiss.

“Mmm. You taste like herbs,” he breathed against her lips.

“And you taste like salt.” Quickly she kissed him again. “Sweat or tears?”

He swallowed. “A bit of both.”

She kissed his chin. “All will be well.”

He pressed his cheek against hers, whispering terrified words in her ear.

“What if it doesnae work? They will know I am here. I’m an outlaw. I’m a danger to all of ye. What if they come to arrest me, and take you away from the bairns? What if - ”

“Hush.” She pulled back to look at him, framing his face between her hands, eyes intent in the candlelight. “One day at a time. What if it does work, Jamie? What about then?”

His eyes were so wide, glassy with tears and fright. “I cannae live wi’out you, Claire. Wi’out my family.”

“You won’t need to,” she insisted. “We have right on our side.” She paused, trailing a finger down the side of his neck in a way she knew would make him shiver.

“I am here with you, right now, beyond all logic and reason and possibility. Our children exist because we defied all of the rules. And we love what we have because we have fought for it, so desperately.”

He nodded, sighing. Heart and mind racing.

“I want to give ye so much more than I have, Claire.” His voice was low, quiet. “More than a life as an outlaw’s wife, living on a remote farm. You deserve something...grander. For all you have sacrificed.”

Carefully she swept her ledger, quill, and assorted bottles to one side of the table, and sat on the edge of the cleared side. Holding her husband’s work-roughened hands. Looking up at him.

“I want what I have. I love our life - I don’t need anything else. And you’ve given me so many things I never thought I’d have. Your family. Our family that we’ve made together.”

She pulled him down for an affirming kiss. Tore her mouth away, to whisper in his ear.

“You’ve given me yourself. The gift I never thought I’d have.”

She felt the shiver echo through his body.

“And I give you myself in return. Now. Please.”

He seized her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips. She kissed his smile.

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Ellen was in bed, reading, when Brian finally made his way upstairs.

“What took you so long?” She set aside her spectacles and lay them atop the book on her bedside table, stretching.

He bolted the door and kicked off his boots. “Was going over the ledgers wi’ Ian. Jamie had promised to be there, but he disappeared into Claire’s stillroom.”

She smiled. “I’m so glad they have each other, now especially. This waiting...it’s excruciating.”

Brian unbelted his breeks. “Aye, and it’s only been two weeks. No word from Ned, either. I dinna ken if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Aye. I’m glad Rab went wi’ him, though. He can advocate for Jamie if Ned can’t. And truth be told - I worry for Ned.”

Brian slid into bed beside her. “When he comes home, wi’ Jamie’s pardon - we need to do something for him.”

Ellen sighed. “Aye. But let’s no’ start planning for something that hasnae happened.”

“Yet,” he insisted.

She nodded. “Ever the dreamer ye are, Brian Fraser.”

He smiled. Christ, when he did that she felt like a lass again.

“I’ve had many a dream in my life, Ellen MacKenzie. But all the most important ones have you in it.”

She lay her hand on top of his.

“Though,” he added, “I do often wonder whether ye regret that I couldnae offer ye a life better than that of a crofter’s wife. I do remember the castle ye were born in.”

She squeezed his hand. “The life you have given me, mo dhu - it’s far richer than any I could have ever dreamed of.”

He kissed her forehead, then her temple - and buried his face in the red curls that had made his heart sing since the first time he saw her, thousands of lifetimes ago on that night at Leoch.

“I do love you, my own,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered. “More than reason.”

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In the dark of their rented room above a London tavern, Rab Fraser listened to Ned Gowan rehearse his remarks for the ninth time.

“...regardless of the fact that James Fraser was indeed on Culloden Moor on that fateful day, he was only there due to the willful forgery of his signature by the pretender who His Majesty’s court is currently petitioning the Vatican to extradite...”

Rab rubbed his eyes wearily.

Tomorrow would decide everything.

#;mod gotham #brian and ellen au #Anonymous

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themysteriousphoenix · 4 years ago

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All This Time

Day 7: Pages of Poems (Songfic)

Thank you, @hidetheteaspoons , for your song suggestion. It was perfect!

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“All this time we were waiting for each other.

All this time I was waiting for you

We got all these words, can't waste them on another.

So I'm straight in a straight line, running back to you.”

“All This Time” by OneRepublic

Listen to the song here: https://youtu.be/rMPa5QxyJb4

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Theseus strolled up the dim corridor, the only light coming from a door that was open only inches, the brightness within illuminating the dark tiles on the floor before it. He slowed, looking through the opening at the sole occupant of the office within. Newt sat hunched over a pile of yellowed papers, his quill scratching untidy notes on another piece of parchment at his side. His cheek rested on his hand, his bent arm held up by the blemished desktop.

It was late, very few occupants remained in this part of the building. Newt, despite his reluctance for humdrum desk work, as he usually called it, had been working long hours at the Ministry. His book being complete and his travels being restricted, he was left with the paperwork that had been piling up for months. He was tired, Theseus could tell, but the work kept his mind off of what was missing.

It had been ten months since Tina had been called back to New York after the Paris Incident. Ten months of letters and uncertainty, separation, and longing. Theseus could see the strain it had put on his brother, and he could only imagine Tina was feeling the same. Once they had disclosed their feelings to each other, they longed to be together again, but fate and their work had separated them. Letters had been their only communication, but it was getting to the point when it was no longer enough.

Theseus was very happy to finally deliver some good news to his brother, he felt like he had delivered blow after blow for the past six months.

Rapping his knuckle against the wooden door, he pushed it open and the light within spilled across his face. “Hello, Brother.”

“Theseus! What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. It’s after ten.” Theseus pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped into the small, cluttered space. Newt sat back in his chair as he stretched his arms above his head and released a long breath. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Newt leaned against his desk. “I should probably go home. I have things I should get done there.”

“Oh, well...not quite yet.” Theseus grabbed Newt’s suit jacket off of the hook next to the door and tossed it in his brother’s direction. “I have a surprise for you. Come with me.”

Newt caught his jacket clumsily and stood up. “What are you on about?” he asked, swinging his jacket around his body and slipping it onto his shoulders. Theseus smiled and gestured toward the open door.

“Do you have anything you need to take with you? You won’t be coming back here tonight.”

“What are you-”

“I just got a clearance notification for an international portkey.”

“Okay…” Newt continued to look confused as Theseus flicked off the light and shut the door, locking it with a flick of his wand.

“The application was completed by Miss Tina Goldstein.”

Newt stopped, his eyes wide. He held onto the cool tile wall and turned to look at his brother. “What?” His mouth hung open in shock for a moment before he quickly composed himself. “When is she coming?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Ten minutes ago,” Theseus said through a chuckle. Newt’s head snapped around to look at him again.

“Where is she?”

“Waiting in the Atrium, I’d imagine.”

Newt turned away and started striding quickly down the corridor. “Oi!” Theseus shouted after him, “Wait for me!”

The brothers strode into the lift and, throwing the iron doors shut, they rode silently to the eighth floor. Theseus noticed that Newt was almost vibrating, the hand that was not clutching the leather strap above his head was balled into a fist and the muscles of his back were clenched tight in anticipation. He smiled amusedly as he watched Newt’s face, a mixture of excitement, nerves, and anticipation etched across his features. As they reached the eighth floor, a cool voice announced their arrival and Newt reached out to pull open the metal doors.

“I’ll leave you to it. Make sure she gets home, yeah?” Theseus watched as Newt nodded, his eyes locked on the small form that was sitting on the opposite side of the room. “Now, go get her.”

“Right,” Newt said in a whisper, his eyes never leaving Tina who had not yet noticed that she was being observed. Theseus smiled and strode away and around the corner. He couldn’t help but double back and watch as his brother strode nervously across the Atrium, the heels of his books clicking hollowly against the dark wood floors. Newt neared the Fountain of Magical Brethren, on the edge of which Tina sat with her dark blue traveling case at her feet. She turned at the sound of footsteps and her eyes locked with Newt’s.

“You.” She looked up at him from where she was seated, her eyes wide in astonishment. “You’re here…”

“Tina…” Newt had forgotten the intensity of her eyes, it took him slightly by surprise. She stood slowly and faced him. For several moments they watched each other, waiting for the other to move. Throwing caution to the wind, they both moved forward at the same time and they were in each others’ arms. Finally. Tina laughed as she held Newt to her, her cheek resting on his shoulder and his scent surrounding her. She fisted the back of his jacket in an effort to bring him closer and his arms wrapped protectively around her back.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” Newt asked excitedly into Tina’s hair. She pulled away just enough to look into his face.

“I realized something this morning. I have been waiting and waiting for MACUSA to transfer me. I have had my apartment packed up for weeks, just...waiting. Then I got your letter, the last one you sent. You said…”

“Yeah,” Newt said softly, his eyes softening.

“I realized that I didn’t want to wait anymore.” Newt stared down into her eyes, his expression one of awe as he came to terms with his reality. Tina was here, in his arms. It was more than he had ever dreamed a random Thursday evening could bring.

“I packed up the last of my things, dropped off my last rent check on my way out the door, then went to MACUSA,” Tina continued. “I quit my job.”

“Wait, what?” Newt asked in surprise.

“I quit. I packed up my desk, cleared out my bank account, bought the most expensive portkey that I have ever purchased, and here I am.”

“Tina, I…” Newt searched for something to say, his mouth forming the beginning of several sentences, but no sound came forth. He was speechless, his mouth hanging open and his eyes widened in shock.

“I came straight here. I wrote a message on my application to Theseus telling him to pick me up when I got here. I wanted to see you. I’m so glad to see you. So glad…” Her arms tightened around him once more and he could feel her breath against his neck, her hair tickling his chin. He felt her laugh and she pulled away again to look up at him with a grin. “It was the most reckless thing I have ever done.”

“Are you sure this is what you want, Tina?” Newt asked, his fingers lightly brushing the hair just behind her ear.

“Absolutely,” she said firmly, “I have waited long enough for my life to start. I waited long enough to find you, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Newt flashed her a beaming smile, her words stirring emotions in him that caused his eyes to mist over. Tina had a trail down her cheek where several tears had already made their way down her rosy cheeks, tinged pink with excitement and adrenaline.

“I read your letter and I just… I want that too. I want this. Us.” Tina raised one hand to cup Newt’s cheek, rough with day-old stubble. “I want you.”

Newt released a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding in. He had no words, but he let his actions speak for him as he cupped her cheek and guided her lips to his own. He hadn’t known what her reaction would be, but she met him halfway, kissing him with the same enthusiasm and feeling he poured into their embrace. He felt her fingers glide into the hair at the nape of his neck as he ran the pad of his thumb along her cheek, dropping his hand slightly to cup her jaw.

It wasn’t a long kiss, it was unpracticed, but it was perfect. The feeling of Tina’s lips on his own was everything. Knowing that she felt the same, that she wanted to pursue whatever was in the future at his side made him feel like he was flying.

Pulling away, both were smiling brightly as they opened their eyes to look at the other, so close after so long. Newt laughed as his happiness spilled over, he continued to run the pad of his thumb lightly against her cheek. “I just can’t believe that…” He wasn’t sure what shocked him more, that she was here or that she wanted this as much as he did. He shook his head and touched his forehead to hers. “You are wonderful.” Tina’s smile widened as she finally heard him speak. “I missed you so much, Tina.”

“I missed you too.” Pulling him to her once more, she whispered her reply into his neck, shivering as she felt his hands run up her back. It felt far more intimate now that they had crossed that invisible line, it felt good. Real.

“Would you like to come back to my flat? I can make us some tea and...we can talk?”

“That sounds nice,” she replied, pulling away again, this time far enough to allow them to walk together. “I guess I should say hello to Jacob, too.” Laughing, Newt leaned down to pick up her case and, taking her hand, he led her toward the alcove that led to the now silent apparition room.

As soon as they stepped through the door, a grinning Theseus stepped out of hiding and began walking toward the fireplaces at the far end of the cavernous room. He couldn’t hear what they had said between them, but he had seen enough. Their actions spoke for themselves. He shook his head, a smile crossing his face. Finally, it had happened. He was happy for his brother and Tina, it was about time that they had something good happen to them for a change. Stepping into the tile-lined fireplace, Theseus spoke loudly and clearly. “Scamander Manor.” With a whirl of green flames, he spun out of sight.

#fbweek2020 #Newtina #newt x tina #newtina fanfiction #newt scamander #tina goldstein #fbawtft #fbatcog #Post CoG #songfic #fanfiction #fantastic fanfiction #ashley writes #theseus scamander

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sashaisready · 10 months ago

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The Blood Pact: Chapter 6 - Trust me, you will

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Hello! Warnings in this chapter for: Peter being a dick, Bucky being a dick, Steve being oblivious, maybe some slight noncon as reader has been drinking - but she's an enthusiastic participant. Also reader feeling insecure and some hints at slut/sexuality shaming.

“So what happened to Sharon?” You asked Peter as the two of you walked down the street towards your house. “Normally she’s stuck to you like a barnacle on a boat”.

He grimaced slightly. “We…uh. Had a fight. So she left early”.

“Ah. I see” you replied, feeling a small surge of satisfaction. “Something you can work out I’m sure?”

“Mmm. Probably. But she wasn’t happy” he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He always did that when he was uncomfortable.

“What did you do, Quill?” You asked.

“Well. It was about you, actually”.

“Me??”

“Try not to be so gleeful about it”.

“Peter, please. I’m not gleeful”.

A lie.

“Just tell me”.

“Well,” he started, clearly uncomfortable to be sharing this (which you loved). “I told her that I thought you were looking really good tonight. And she flipped out, saying I wasn’t over you”.

You nodded, covering your mouth and pretending to cough so he didn’t see your smile. “I see. Well I’m flattered, but yeah as a general rule it’s best not to tell your girlfriend that you think other women look good” you told him gently.

“Yeah. I’ve learnt that one now”.

You both laughed for a moment and for a brief second it was like old times again, before it all got so ugly.

“So are you seeing anyone right now?” He asked, clearly trying to appear casual and make small talk but very obviously fishing for information.

You winced. “Uh…no. Not really”.

Peter laughed. “Well I know that face. Who is he?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing him well enough to understand he wouldn’t let this go. So you gave it up for an easier life.

“Just a guy. I liked him. I thought he liked me too. But he basically told me we couldn’t be together, and made me feel stupid for thinking he saw me in that way” you said quietly.

You were surprised you’d told him anything. But actually it was nice to share it with someone even vaguely, it wasn’t like you could talk about this with anyone else.

Peter nodded and let out a low whistle. “Well, that really sucks”.

“It does indeed”.

“But let’s be real here” he continued. “Clearly he’s a deeply stupid man if he doesn’t see you that way. His loss entirely”.

Your mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ of surprise, you were caught off guard by his words. He hadn’t said anything that nice to you in years.

“Huh…wow. Thanks Peter” you responded sincerely. “I appreciate it”.

You walked the rest of the way just chatting and making silly jokes. It was weirdly comforting to be back in his presence, like slipping on an old, comfortable sweater you’d had for years.

You finally approached the house and stopped by the front door.

“Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me back, Peter. I appreciate it”.

He looked up at the house and whistled admiringly. “Wow, quite a place you’ve got here”.

“Yeah. A little nicer than that first apartment we got together, you remember that one?” You giggled.

“Oh yeah. But that wasn’t our apartment. That was actually the cockroaches’ apartment. We were subletting from them” he beamed.

You cracked up. “Fuck, don’t remind me…”

You both laughed for a moment when you found yourself locking eyes. Before you knew it he had pushed you against the wall and was kissing you. You let him. Maybe it was partly the booze. Maybe because he was that old, comfy sweater after all. You needed a bit of comfort lately.

The kiss was nice. Familiar, well worn. A little sloppy. Not a patch on Bucky’s kiss, but Bucky’s no longer mattered.

Unbeknownst to you the security camera whirred above your heads, observing unseen as you became reacquainted with your former boyfriend. It watched you for a few seconds before flipping back to its original place.

You pulled away.

“Peter we can’t do this. It’s not fair on Sharon…” you protested as you pushed him away from you.

“Don’t worry about Sharon…” he said softly as he tried to dive back in, his hands finding your hips. “Maybe she was right, maybe I’m not over you…”

You nearly relented again. He just felt so…warm. So solid. So familiar.

“Why don’t you take me inside and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. Stop” you said firmly, realising the drink had left you woozy and vulnerable. You weren’t thinking straight. “You can’t do to her what you did to me. It’s not fair, Peter”.

He rolled his eyes. “Really? You’re still not over that?”

You glared back at him, aghast. Suddenly that old familiar sweater was full of moth-eaten holes and loose stitches. Why wear that old, threadbare garment when there are so many better sweaters in the world?!

“No. Funnily enough I’m not over my long term boyfriend cheating on me in a bathroom…that I walked in on…during my friend’s party I had brought him to as my guest”.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Oh whatever. You’re such a fuckin’ drama queen. Always have been. No wonder your new man doesn’t want to deal with your bullshit. Peace out” he scoffed and gave you a patronising wave before heading in the opposite direction.

You screamed an obscenity after him as he went. Not your finest hour, but it felt good in the moment.

You took a moment to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it all before gathering yourself and your keys and heading into the house. You took a few deep breaths trying to keep your anger at bay, firing off a text to Wanda to let her know you were home safe and you urgently needed a debrief tomorrow. What the hell were you thinking letting Peter worm his way back in like that?? Hadn’t you learnt your lesson yet? You were an idiot.

As you stumbled inside you were planning to just grab some water and go straight to bed. But of course your nocturnal roommates were at their usual spot at the kitchen table. Great. Just what you needed right now - small talk.

“Hey you, how was your night?” Steve asked cheerily.

Bucky was next to him but said nothing, just sat stonily watching you. Not creepy at all.

“Yeah it was fun, thanks” you managed to respond more merrily than you really felt, before downing a glass of water at the sink. “Looking forward to my bed though”.

“Surprised you’re going up there alone” Bucky spat.

You flinched, shocked he’d even spoken to you at all - let alone with that tone. Steve looked similarly puzzled as you both turned to look at Bucky.

“Excuse me?” You asked dubiously.

“I said I’m surprised you’re going to bed by yourself” he said again, unperturbed.

“Yeah I heard you the first time” you shot back. “But what exactly are you implying?”

Bucky sat back in his chair. “I saw you. On the security monitor, when you got back to the house”.

You felt yourself flush slightly as you realised he’d seen your kiss with Peter.

“And? I don’t see how that’s any of your business” you exclaimed.

“It’s not. I’m just checking you’re looking after yourself, after all we have a vested interest if you’re being careless and your blood is at risk as a result” he replied nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened and you silently raged at his implication.

“Wait, what is…” asked Steve, completely lost.

“I’m not being careless” you spat back. “Last time I checked there was nothing in our contract about who I’m fucking, and not that I need to justify anything to you - but I’m not ignorant - I know what contraception is”.

Realisation dawned on Steve who shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Oh…”

Bucky scowled, but he nodded. “Good. As long as we’re clear”.

“Crystal” you muttered back sarcastically. “Now can I go to bed or do you need to issue me an STD test?”

Bucky just ignored you as you stomped off upstairs, you wished Steve a good night and swayed slightly as you felt the effects of your overindulgence. Once safely in your room you kicked your shoes off and pulled off your dress, stripping down to just your bra and underwear.

You laid down on your bed for a moment and pulled a pillow to your mouth, letting the softness absorb a short scream of frustration as you pushed it against your face. Between Peter and Bucky you were officially Done. You’d truly had enough of men who berated you and made you feel small. Enough was enough.

You got up and crossed the room to go take your make up off when you someone knocked on your door. You rolled your eyes, men really gave you no peace at the moment. You assumed it was Steve coming to check you were alright after yet another run in with the world’s worst roommate.

You stomped over and flung it open, surprised to find Bucky standing there. He opened his mouth to speak but a look of surprise came over his face as his wide eyes tore down your torso. You blinked in confusion for a short second before realising what was happening.

You were only wearing your underwear.

The heady mix of drink and anger meant you’d completely forgotten that you’d already stripped off when you’d heard the knocking.

You yelped and went to cover yourself as Bucky covered his eyes and spun around, apologising profusely as you swore and pulled your long nightshirt over your head to preserve your modesty.

“Why did you answer the door??” he choked out as you pulled the shirt down over your panties.

“I forgot! Give a break” you huffed. “Okay, you can turn around now…”

Bucky turned back to you, keeping his eyes on the floor. “I didn’t really see…” he said awkwardly.

“Don’t…” you warned, a finger pointed in his face. “What do you want anyway? Here to check I’m not hiding any men under my bed?”

“No…look. Can I come in?”

You reluctantly sighed and gestured him step into the room. You sank down onto the bed as he closed the door. You were very aware he hadn’t been in here since that night he told you nothing could happen between the both of you. You wondered if he was thinking about that, too.

He shuffled awkwardly on the spot and it was probably the first time you’d seen him anywhere close to flustered. Normally he was collected, stoic even. Impossible to read.

“What I said back there…it was unnecessary and rude, and I’m sorry. It was uncalled for. You’re right, it’s none of my business” he told you. “I know I haven’t exactly treated you very kindly recently. I’ve been really shitty to you, and I want to tell you I’m sorry”.

You blinked, surprised at the admission. He watched you carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. He looked sincere, actually remorseful. In spite of everything, you felt that familiar tingle of desire as you looked back at him.

“Oh…thanks” you responded. “Wow, that’s actually…very mature of you. Did you have a personality transplant while I was out?”

He frowned. “Help me out, I’m trying here…”

You held up your hands. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I appreciate you acknowledging it and apologising. It means a lot”.

He nodded. There was a beat of silence as you stared at each other, not sure what to say next. It had been awkward and uncomfortable between you for some time now, it was as if you’d both forgotten how to exist alongside each other without some sort of uneasy tension hanging over you.

“So, who was he?” Bucky asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh. Nobody. My ex, I had a momentary lapse of judgement. Mainly alcohol fuelled” you sighed.

“Your ex who cheated on you?” Bucky replied, suddenly very interested.

“The very same. And please, I don’t want to hear any shit about it. My threshold is at capacity”.

Bucky shook his head. “I’m not going to give you shit” he said firmly.

You inhaled. “Apparently I never really learn. You’d think I’d have it through my thick skull by now. I can only seem to hook the terrible ones. I guess that’s all I’m good for” you laughed half-heartedly.

You weren’t really sure where that came from, or why you told Bucky, you were just feeling a little…down. The drink and run in with Peter had zapped a big chunk of your confidence.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that” Bucky scolded.

You were taken aback by that. Normally he would take any opportunity to torture you. At least…he used to. You didn’t really know what to say.

The silence was thick in the air as you thought about how to respond.

“So you don’t think I’m a drama queen?” you croaked, your voice small. Peter’s earlier words echoing in your ears.

Bucky furrowed his brows his confusion. “Uh…no? Why would you think that?”

You shrugged. “It’s nothing. Something someone said to me tonight. Ignore me…I’m just feeling a bit low”.

Bucky watched you carefully. He seemed concerned. You supposed he’d only ever seen you fiery and sniping at him, he didn’t know what to do with this version of you. After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally spoke.

“You know you’re…uh….gorgeous, right?” he told you softly. “That you could have any man you wanted?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Bucky” you replied, your voice small as you assumed he was playing one of his pranks. You couldn’t handle his cruelty at the moment.

“I’m not!” he spat. “Don’t play dumb.”

You gawped up at him, then looked back down in your lap. It felt like he was luring you into another of his mean tricks.

Bucky suddenly seemed to understand you weren’t playing, his face morphing into concern. He crossed the room and slowly kneeled in front of you. He placed an ice cold finger under your chin and propped your head up to look at him. Your eyes slowly travelled up from the floor to meet his. You felt exposed under the intensity of his gaze, your breathing getting heavier as he moved a strand of your hair away from your face.

“I mean it, Doll” he told you with rare sincerity. “I wish you could see what I see”.

You just stared back at him open mouthed, too shocked by this 180 flip to form any words.

“You drive me crazy. You know that?” he said gently. “When I saw you in that dress earlier…and then with that guy…I just lost it…don’t even get me started on seeing you undressed…”

You practically squeaked, unable to take it all in. He tenderly slid his fingers into your hair, never dropping his gaze.

“B-but I don’t get it. I thought I was nothing special, and you didn’t want anything to do with me…you’ve basically ignored me for weeks…” you stammered.

Bucky shook his head and sighed regretfully. “It’s because you’re something special that I said that. I’m sorry that I hurt you, Doll. I just thought it would be easier to be around you if I kept my distance, maybe pushing you away would mean my feelings for you would fade. I know I’ve been an ass, but I would never want to take advantage of you. Even at the start, that’s why I gave you a hard time – I couldn’t deal with how you made me feel. I know that’s not an excuse.”.

You blinked back at him, the gravity of his confession slowly sinking in. You thought about how he’d toyed with you, how he’d berated you. You thought about all of it with fresh eyes through this new lens. What Steve meant that time in the kitchen. All of this time, he had felt it too. He felt what you felt.

His finger traced along your cheek, moving down to your jawline. His touch was almost hypnotic, you had no words.

“I’m sorry that I made you doubt yourself in any way. You deserve better than that” he whispered.

“So…you do like me?” you asked him shyly.

He sighed again. “I do. I can’t deny it any longer. But it’s wrong, Doll. This wasn’t meant to happen. The whole thing is fucked up, even Steve saw what was happening and warned me to stop. But I can’t stay away from you. I can’t-”

You cut him off as you flung yourself at him, buoyed by your Dutch courage and unable to resist any longer. You pushed him to the floor, straddling him as your mouth found his and you kissed him deeply. He didn’t hesitate to respond, his urgent hands pulling you closer towards him as you grinded your hips into his. He flipped you over so that he was suddenly on top, causing you to shriek in surprise. Now in control he effortlessly lifted you onto the bed without breaking the kiss, pulling the sheets back with one hand as he held you with the other. You never got used to how easily he and Steve could lift you. He placed you delicately down on the bed and broke away from you, caressing your face with his thumb.

“We can’t right now” he whispered, his breathing slightly laboured. “Steve will get suspicious because I’ve been in here for so long. And you need to sleep it off”.

You whined petulantly and shot up. “You’re leaving??”

He nodded.

You scoffed in disbelief, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. “You can’t leave now? After all that?!”

He grinned deviously and suddenly he was back to the Bucky you knew all too well.

“I can and I will. Get some sleep. Sober up. I’m not going anywhere, we’ll continue this tomorrow. We need to talk. Remember Steve is out meeting some of our friends so we’ll have the place to ourselves. We’re in no rush, Doll. I’m going to take my time with you”.

You scowled at him, outraged that he’d built you up just to leave you hanging. But he was right, Steve had plans tomorrow – you remembered now. He’d been excited all week. Maybe it would be better to do this, whatever this was, without any potential interruptions.

But still…

“Maybe I won’t to want to by then…” you whimpered childishly.

Bucky just laughed, leaning in closer so that he was only an inch away from your face. “Oh Doll, trust me – you will” he practically purred, his voice low and gravelly.

He smirked as he watched you flush at that, knowing full well how riled up you were. He placed a finger against your cheek, letting out a small groan as he marvelled at the warmth radiating against his frigid flesh. As a parting gift, he leaned over and languidly licked a long stripe up your neck to your jawline, causing your entire body to shiver.

You gawked at him with betrayal in your eyes, wild with lust. Hardly able to believe he was leaving you in this…condition.

“Until tomorrow” he whispered, shooting one final smirk at you as he slipped out of the room.

You furiously threw a pillow at the door where he’d been, it slammed with a neat thud as it bounced off the wood. You growled with frustration and threw yourself back onto the bed, wrapping the sheets over yourself and turning over onto your side as you flicked off the light. That bastard, how the hell were you supposed to get any sleep now?! This was a great injustice, a terrible crime.

You laid there in the dark thinking about everything he’d said, trying to absorb the weight of what he’d told you. You were still reeling from his confession, unable to grasp that this whole time he’d been grappling with his own feelings for you. Part of you felt annoyed that he’d played games with you like this, keeping you at arm’s length on his terms – but you also understood why. This wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, it wasn’t appropriate – clearly he was hoping his attraction to you would fade and life in the house could remain simple. You couldn’t deny you had your own reservations too, unsure how it would work and how the dynamic would change. You didn’t like the idea of keeping anything from Steve either, he’d been so good to you. You supposed you could always move out and end the arrangement…but the thought of starting the apartment hunting again filled you with dread.

But mainly you felt…well, excited. There had been something between you and Bucky since the start, something that had crept out in his feeds and generally caused you to provoke one another in your day to day (well…night to night) interactions. Some sort of raw chemistry neither of you could ignore. You couldn’t fully articulate what it was, but it thrilled you – all you could really focus on was your anticipation to explore it, and worry about the consequences later.

#Vampire bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the blood pact fic #james bucky barnes #Vampire bucky au #Vampire bucky x you #Vampire bucky x reader

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paintingraves · 4 years ago

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A purr-fect day

Went to OPT prompts and received a prompt about Percival being swarmed by a pack of kittens so here - have this very soft thing ❤️

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It’s Percival Graves’ birthday.

The man himself doesn’t seem to care, but every single one of his Aurors know about it. So does Newt, who's been living in a rented flat in New York for a few months now, working in an official capacity as a consultant for the MACUSA. They are trying to reform some of their laws about magical creatures: it is a long, tedious process -- one that sets back the publication of his second book by months -- but it’s important and Newt really feels like he is making a difference.

His routine these days is usually the same. Newt wakes up at the crack of dawn and tends to his creatures; then he gets dressed and drops by Jacob’s bakery on his way to work in order to grab coffee and a delicious pastry. His favourite at the moment is a croissant-like delicacy filled with warm chocolate. Newt always wolfs it down like he hasn’t eaten in three days and licks his fingers clean afterwards, unashamed.

He steps into MACUSA through the magical revolving door and heads to the Aurors’ bullpen, where his office and work await him. They chatter amicably between colleagues until 8 am, at which point Director Percival Graves makes his grand entrance -- cup of bitter black coffee in his hand and dark circles under his eyes. He gives them a debriefing as he sips his drink. When he's done they get to work, and Graves heads down to his own office. He always passes by Newt when he does, and Newt always gets to appreciate the heady smell of his cologne on the way.

(He… may or may not have a bit of a thing for Percival Graves. So what? Almost everyone here does, apparently, because their director is just that striking. Newt is no different.)

But today is a special day, and things take a different turn.

Newt stills drops by Jacob’s bakery, but he’s earlier than usual. Instead of buying only one pastry, he buys an assortment of them, trying to pick ones he thinks Percival would like.

All his colleagues are present at the office as early as 7 am. Newt steps into the room as they’re starting to clear the tables free of paperwork, ink, quills, books and other bulky things to rearrange them in a sort of semi-circle to serve as a buffet.

Madeleine uses her wand to unfold a large white tablecloth and everyone helps set the table: there's pots of coffee, warm chocolate and tea; Newt brought pastries, John’s baked an apple pie, and Esther made a fruit salad. Soon enough, with everyone’s contributions, the table is full of food and drink aplenty. Diana is blowing up balloons while Geralt hangs a large ‘happy birthday’ banner across the room.

There's one table reserved for gifts. Newt can guess what most people could have bought: perhaps a new tie or a book, a good bottle of wine, etc. Newt himself has gotten Percival an exotic plant, whose flowers release a calming scent that has the same effect on humans as a cat purring. He hopes Percival will like it.

It’s nearly 8. They're all a bit nervous; truth be told they have no idea how Graves will react to the display. He certainly isn’t expecting it, that's for sure. Geralt said he's never known Percival to mention his birthday, much less celebrate it. But today also marks the first year the man's been back at work despite his ordeal at the hands of Grindelwald, and that deserves to be remembered. They’re just hoping he’ll be touched by the attention, and happy.

When Percival walks into the room at 8 precisely, he freezes on the doorstep. His eyes widen in surprise and alarm. He takes in the redecorated room, his hand shaking slightly around his cup of coffee. “... What is this?”

“Happy birthday, sir,” his Aurors say all at once, smiling.

Percival’s eyes widen even more. “Oh shit,” he says, coming to a realization. “It is my birthday, isn’t it? I’m… Fuck. I don’t know what to say. This… is a surprise, but...”

“You deserve it,” Diana says simply, and they all nod in agreement. “I’ll put on some music. I hope you like jazz!”

“Get you anything to drink, sir? Or eat? We got a ton of stuff here, including but not limited to John’s famous apple pie!”

“A - a slice of apple pie sounds perfect, thank you,” Percival says, still bewildered. He looks almost timid, so wrong-footed. “And coffee, please. I’m sure it’ll taste better than this brew I have.”

“Let me take your coat,” Newt offers, stepping forward. “And make yourself comfortable.”

"There’s work to do,” Percival says, even as he takes off his cream-coloured trench coat and his hat. Underneath, he wears one of his usual three-piece suits, complete with dark blue pants, a white shirt and an assorted waistcoat and tie. Everything is tailored to perfection, as per usual. Newt will honestly never get over how attractive the older man is. It doesn't help that Percival rolls up his sleeves to his elbows. "I can't stay long, but I really appreciate this, thank you…"

His words get drowned in the soft jazz music that starts playing. Everyone relaxes and starts to eat and drink, standing up, or sitting on chairs around the room; they're all happy that Percival hasn’t reacted negatively (and why would he?)

The director seems to have gotten over his shock now; he is clearly embarrassed (the tips of his ears blushing red) as well as deeply flattered, but he’s not mad.

At one point there's the opening of presents.

Percival stays sitting in his chair as they bring the wrapped gifts over to him. He thanks each Auror warmly, saying he never expected to be this spoiled, and that they shouldn't have. He makes jokes about getting old. Percival receives a brand new watch (courtesy of three of the Aurors, who put together some savings to afford it) as well as a silver hoop earring -- much to his delight and surprise. He raises an eyebrow as Geralt explains sheepishly that he’s noticed Percival’s ear was pierced, yet that he never wore such jewelry, promoting Percival to regal them with a few tales of his rebellious youth. He puts the earring on. It looks incredibly dashing, giving him a bit of a more roguish air. It's terribly, terribly attractive.

There's also a funny tie with little ducklings printed on it which Percival promises to wear the next day at work; two Sherlock Holmes books; a shiny pocket knife (for Percival never goes anywhere unarmed) and finally Newt’s plant. Newt monologues about its healing properties, as he’s wont to do, and Percival thanks him with a warm smile, telling Newt it is incredibly thoughtful. He is so polite. So sincere. So composed. Ugh. Newt wants this man quite badly. He doesn’t know how much longer he can handle this sweet torture...

The last gift Percival receives is… different. He is laughing, and he's never looked this happy in the months Newt has known him. It makes his heart swell painfully inside his chest. He wants Percival to keep smiling like that, everyday, and he wants to be the reason behind his joyous smile.

“Alright, what is this?” Percival asks as Madeleine give him a large square box. They managed to convince him to wear one of those pointy colorful birthday hat, and it is slightly askew on his head. A strand of dark hair falls into his face. Percival looks more ruffled and relaxed than they’ve ever seen him, and Newt wonders whether one of the aurors spiked his coffee with whiskey or something, because this is quite the contrast compared to the austere, severe, put together man they’re used to seeing daily.

“Open it!” Madeleine says, and Percival does - only for everyone to gasp in sheer joy at the sight of what’s inside of the box.

Kittens!

“Oh my god!” Esther squeals happily, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“So one of my cats had babies recently, and I figured this was a nice gift! Here they are!”

“I…” Percival says, at a loss as to what to do. Madeleine grins and, gently, she takes each kitten from the box and puts them in Percival’s lap, then takes the box away.

The kittens (four in total) immediately meow for attention and begin to explore their new surroundings: one of them tries to climb on Percival’s chest, digging its claws into the expensive fabric of his waistcoat; another nearly falls off Percival’s thigh except the man catches him, and the kitten fits in his big hand. Percival says ‘Hello little guy, hello’ and strokes his head with a finger so very gently.

Percival Graves and kittens. Newt thinks this might be heaven.

“They’re so tiny,” Percival murmurs in awe. “Oh no no no, where are you going? Ow, not the claws, hey, not the claws --”

Percival Graves swarmed by a pack of kittens is definitely the cutest thing Newt has ever seen. He can’t stop smiling.

Neither can Percival, apparently - his cheeks are glowing with happiness, his eyes wrinkling attractively at the corners, his face and posture open and serene. He helps one of the kittens climb up his shoulder, where it sniffs Percival’s collar curiously, and gathers the other three together in his lap, petting them. Noticing Newt’s staring, he holds one of the kittens up. “Take him.”

Esther kneels next to Percival, who gives her one of the kittens too, and she looks about to cry as she holds the tiny animal in her hands. She folds her arm and the kitten curls up in the crook of her elbow, seemingly having found a nice corner to nap in, and purrs as she scratches it behind the ears gently.

“They’re up for adoption,” Madeleine informs them, beaming. “We already have three cats, and I got a friend who adopted one from this litter, but these four are looking for a new home!”

“I’ll take one,” Esther says immediately. “My husband’s allergic but we’ll find a way to make it work. I've always wanted a cat.”

“... I can take one too,” Geralt says hesitantly. “They’re rather cute.”

“They’re adorable.”

“Percival? Ahem, sir?”

Percival had been busy making heart eyes at the kitten in his lap. “Hmm? Oh, I wish I could, but…” He sighs. “I wouldn’t have time to care for him. They deserve better than that.”

“Newt?”

Newt shakes his head. Same as Percival, he’s already got a lot of creatures to care for.

“I’ll keep asking around then,” Madeleine concludes.

Geralt takes one of the kittens. Percival gets up from his chair, his last tiny friend still perched on his shoulder like a very fluffy parrot. He brushes cat hair from his pants with little success, and walks up to Newt, who’s busy cooing at his own kitten. He’s already given it a name and everything. Oh, and she’s a female.

“This is Kiara,” he says, showing the kitten to Percival, who smiles warmly.

“Seems like she’s adopted you, uh.”

“I do so wish I could take her in,” Newt says mournfully.

“Hmm. You’ve already got a lot on your shoulders, haven't you, but I understand the sentiment.”

“You look happy,” Newt remarks.

Graves laughs. “You say that as if it’s the second coming of christ. Am I that sour and grumpy all the time?"

“Well...” Newt ducks his head and avoids the question, though he knows Graves is just teasing him. “I’m really glad you liked our little surprise party here.”

“Whose idea was it?”

“Everyone’s, really. We figured you ought to know how much we all appreciate you. You’re a very good leader, Percival, and a good man, and a good friend.”

“...Thank you,” Percival says quietly. "I do try."

“I mean that,” Newt insists. “Met a lot of politicians in my life, after all, I know what I'm talking about."

"Ah ah. While I can’t say I’ve met a lot of magizoologists in my life, I also really like working with you, Newton. You've very knowledgeable, and you are able to think outside the box. I really like that.”

Newt swallows at the compliment, his heart picking up pace, heat rising to his face. “Thanks,” he mumbles, forcing himself to look straight at the other man. Percival meets his gaze. There’s a heavy moment of silence. Time slows down as Newt’s eyes flit from Percival’s own down to his lips, and he is overcome with the urge to simply kiss the other man. Percival wets his lips too, looking up at him underneath his dark eyelashes, and he leans imperceptibly closer and Newt thinks oh fuck -- and then Madeleine steps into their intimate circle with a plate of cake to offer them some. The moment is shattered.

But… Newt didn’t dream it, right? Right?

For a moment there he saw desire reflected back in Percival’s eyes… right?

He refuses another helping of cake, but Percival does take an apple fritter and bites into it, smearing sugar across his lips. He licks them clean.

Newt wants to kiss him so badly. Again.

After an hour or so of festivities it’s time to clean up and get back to work, however reluctant they are to do so.

For the rest of the day, the balloons still hang on the walls of the aurors’ room and kittens roam free in the office. They play with bits of string or red dots that the aurors make appear on the floor with the tip of their wand.

Percival goes back to his office and keeps the pointy hat. It’s not a very productive day, work-wise, but it’s one that leaves everybody in high spirits when the evening comes, and certainly strengthens the bonds between colleagues.

Around 8, Newt prepares to leave the bullpen as well. He tidies things up on his desk and takes his suitcase, turning off the lights as he leaves. He knocks on Percival’s door and hears a rumbling ‘yes, come in’.

“Leaving for the day,” Newt says. Percival nods his assent, nose deep in paperwork. “Good night, sir.”

“Good night, Newton,” Graves says absently. He dips his quill into ink and scribbles something down. Newt sighs.

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you - that is, would you like to grab a drink with me sometime?”

Percival pauses, looking up at him above the rim of his tortoise shell glasses. “Why?”

“B - because…” Oh bugger, he read this all wrong. A stab of fear lances through him. “Err. No, nevermind, forget I asked. I’ll just - go. I'm leaving. Yes.”

“Newt.”

“Yes?” Newt looks back at him, his palms sweating, only to be struck dumb.

Graves is smirking. He’s never seen such an expression on his face and oh, that must be what Graves looks like when he’s really flirting. Newt feels weak in the knees.

“It’d be my pleasure,” Percival purrs, and Newt makes a sound not unlike that of a startled mouse. He flushes and haltingly steps back, fiddling with the handle of his briefcase, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Oh. Oh that’s. That’s good then. Great. Brilliant. Hm. Is… after work tomorrow okay for you?”

“It’s good,” Percival agrees. “Have a good evening. And Newt?”

“Y - yes?”

“Remember to breathe.” And there’s that infuriating, smug smirk again.

Newt vows to kiss it off the man’s face one day until Graves is the one struggling to remember how to breathe. He shall make Percival lose his carefully constructed composure.

“Tomorrow it is,” he repeats, straightening up. “I look forward to it.”

Graves shakes his head, as though he can’t believe he’s really doing this, but he’s still smiling.

Newt makes his way out MACUSA and back to his flat with a spring in his step, happiness and hope bubbling inside his chest.

He did it!

And Percival agreed! Holy shit. This. Is. Amazing! By Merlin - tomorrow can’t come fast enough!

#percival graves #my fic #gramander #newt scamander #hhh when i think i used to write only angst lmaoooo #fluff #this is FLUFFY

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new-endings · 4 years ago

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20 First Lines

I was tagged by the lovely @ladyspock7 ~ thanks so much for the tag and I’m so glad you enjoy these fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1. Whenever, Wherever - Good Omens: “Recently, his angel had gone and found himself a different kind of craving.”

2. Sleeping In - The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System: “Shang Qinghua was different when he was asleep.”

3. Technical Difficulties - The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System: “If there were any skillsets that the mighty (mousy) Shang Qinghua were gifted with, they were adaptability and survival.”

4. Sunbreak - Good Omens: “It was the day of the Festival of Crystals in their sleepy little town.”

5. The Nice and Accurate Guide to Courting - Good Omens: “And thus sayeth the Lord of Heaven: The wars are pointless. Might as well make a ceasefire. Hey, here’s an idea: bring your most expendable pawn to join in unholy matrimony with one of my elitist wankers to bolster this war-ruined economy.”

6. Wild Hunt - Good Omens: “The clouds were heavy with rain today.”

7. Meat - Good Omens: “After the first day of admitting that he was terrifically and terribly lost within these winding woods, Aziraphale comforted himself with the thought that he couldn’t have wandered off that far, and that he should know the marker’s location better than anyone. It would only be a matter of time before he found it.”

8. A Fair Price - Good Omens: “Crowley sighed, laying a gentle hand on the sorcerer’s shoulder. “It's all right Aziraphale. Don't listen to them.” The sorcerer remained silent, the quill in his hand trembling ever-so-slightly. He'd holed himself in his quarters again after their latest attempt, no doubt brooding up a storm under the guise of researching the curse further. But, if Crowley were to peek over his shoulder, the notes he'd made were barely legible and the page he'd been studying was dedicated to eradicating a pixie infestation. The prince sat down beside him on the wide cushion, taking both slumping shoulders to face the silly occult being properly.”

9. Paved with Good Intentions - Good Omens: “If Warlock cared to give an explanation, the six-year-old would have blamed it on his newest nanny being a monster.”

10. Encore - Good Omens: “”Bills, bills…” Aziraphale shuffled papers and sorted through envelopes with sinking despair. He combed through the stacks, the shiny blade of a paring knife gleaming as he sliced through parcels and packets. Dread settled uncomfortably in his gut as he mentally calculated this month’s earnings against the cost of overhead and rent.”

11. Awaken Their Ashes Unto Pain - Good Omens: “When the leaves bleed red and burn with fiery shades, when the winds give chase and bite with autumnal chill, and when the nights stretch their shadows deep into the hours—that was when the tiny township of Eden’s End staggered to life with lore and legend. It was on these solemn, haunting nights, with wispy clouds smothering the moon’s pale light, that the spirits roused from their eternal slumber.”

12. deeper than all roses - Good Omens: “There's a tall, dark, handsome young man that's been frequenting Mr. Fell’s bookshop for a while now.”

13. vainer ties dissever - Good Omens: “In another time, another life, Crowley might have quipped something about mice and men and best laid plans.”

14. Deal with a Devil - Good Omens: “Crowley couldn’t get enough of this—”

15. History & Physical - Good Omens: “Generally, the nursing staff tended to part like seas whenever Dr. Crowley made his rounds. The man was brilliant, surely, but—to put it simply—he was arrogant, a natural troublemaker, and when the occasional literal shit hit the fan, he lashed out with snarling threats and warnings to Do your job better.”

16. you wear white and i'll wear out the words "I love you" - Good Omens: “He’d known Aziraphale’s ring size since Rome, though the need for this knowledge wouldn’t arise until millennia later. Far better than tossing apples at him centuries prior, which Crowley was sure wouldn’t have been well-received by the angel.”

17. too pretty to eat, delicious enough to devour - Good Omens: “Crowley paused as he entered the nest, his nostrils flaring at the tantalizing, sweet scent of the omega inside. Heat churned at the pit of his belly at the thought of the lovely, soft thing in his keep and he had to swallow to keep his mouth from watering at the memory of the pretty omega washed up on the shores of his domain, seawater clinging to his pampered form.”

18. Chicken - Good Omens: “Crowley’s very cautious and very wary about their newfound freedom, what with upstairs and downstairs leaving them to their own devices for the first time. He’s torn between savoring and basking in Aziraphale’s time and attention without the constant need to look over their shoulders or assuage the angel’s fears about being seen together–”

19. Let Them Have Their Fun - Good Omens: The courting was excellent– if Crowley says so himself. nothing but the best for his angel and although it was tentative, almost fragile in the beginning, the moment that Aziraphale made it known that he was ready to go at Crowley’s speed and that there was nothing to fear– that he wanted it too– Crowley found that there was little reason to hold back.

20. One-Shots Man - One Punch Man: “Saitama knew he was going to get stabbed in the back one day. He just didn’t think it’d be by his local pharmacy.”

Oh my it looks like I oscillate between detailed opening liners and some very short, tongue-in-cheek ones depending on the story!~ I also end quite a few of them with an em dash as well, leading to a short blurb of a second line haha

(that’s just my writing style i guess~)

tagging all you lovely writers out there who want to do this! it was quite a fun review of my past works and it made me glad to see so much of what I’ve written so far!

#tagtag

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maggyme13 · 5 years ago

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Sugar (7/?)

AN: I am back and am apologizing for one week of not posting. But work at the moment is a b*** . thats why there is a bit more to read today. see it as a small apology.

Wordcount: around 2100

Warnings: not really

Masterlist

Sugar- Masterlist

Sugar 6

„Good morning Ms (y/LN), I hoped you slept well after last night. Boss is waiting in his office. I am glad that you chose to take him on on his offer. He felt devastated about what he allowed to happen and about his misjudgment.”, the secretary smiled.

How does he know that?

“Thank you- can I go in or..?”

“Of course, he is waiting for you.”

Hearing an ´Enter´ following your knock, you stepped inside the large office.

“Good Morning (y/N). I hope you you slept well.”, the businessman greeted you, placing the papers he was working on to the side.

“More or less. I could not sleep for a few hours.”, you admitted.

“I feared so much. Please take a seat and we can talk a bit more.”

The cushions were so soft that you sunk into them once taking the offered seat and you thought about how this couch was a lot more comfortable than you mattresses growing up.

Wow. I could sleep on this thing for days.

“You said you wanted my word to be able to change your mind at any moment. I can give you that and more: I formulated a contract for the arrangement between the two of us. We both will sign it. It contains any important information. Here, read it and then tell me what you think. Everything can be changed.”

He was sincere in his tone and you immediately felt more relaxed.

Accepting the paper, you read everything carefuly.

There were different paragraphs for different themes: a paraphrasing of what he had told you the evening prior, his duties as your ´sugar-daddy´, your duties as his ´sugar-baby; the last one was one big and bold statement “All sexual or bodily favors must be offered by (Y/n) (Y/LN). Loki Laufeyson has no right to, in any form, ask for them or hinting at them.”

At last there was a section that stated you would be allowed to end this relationship any second without getting held responsible for it in any way or form. You also would be able to keep anything you had received during that time.

“I want to do something to earn that money. I can´t sit around all day.”, you stated.

“I figured you would say that. You could work a part-time job in one of my businesses , or somewhere else as long as it does not interfere with our deal.”

“I mean, I can take care of the household. Go grocery-shopping, and so on. Like cooking and baking.”, you hummed.

“We will find something. For now, you should go and stock your rooms with anything you need and want : Clothing, shoes, shampoos ,.. anything. New furniture, if you don´t want to sleep in that bed, or if it does not suit your style.”, he suggested.

“O-Okay. Though the rooms are fine. But can I get some of my personal stuff out of my storage-unit? It is paid for almost three months in advance, still-”, you asked.

“You don´t need to ask. Tell Barnes where the unit is and he can help you. Now that I think of it; I never asked why you were homeless. If you don´t mind me asking.”

“My boyfriend, who I was supposed to move in with, dumped me the evening before the move. It was already leased again, so I had nowhere to go and stayed with two homeless men I know for a few years. They convinced me to go with Bucky and Sam.”, you explained with a sigh and noticed a vain on the man´s forehead twitch.

“Why?”

“Why he left me? Found him making out with a girl in an club and he claimed he forgot to tell me and that I was about to move in with him.”

“I meant living with the homeless.”

“I used my last money to pay for the unit. Please, can we change the subject? It is kind of embarrassing-”

“We may. Apologies-”

“Well, on another node: Anything you want to have for dinner? I can get groceries on the way then.”, you mused.

“Surprise me. But I might be late. Mr Quill wants to have a meeting with me later.”, he did not sound amused at all.

“I am sorry I caused problems.”you apologized again, though you knew it wasn´t your fault for real.

“He should be sorry. Not you. And he will if he crosses my line again.”, the CEO growled, forming a fist with his hand at once.

I will leave then.”, you nodded your farewell and stood to leave.

“Until later (y/n), and have a nice day.”

______

Bucky had driven you to your storage unit and helped getting your most personal item back to you rnew home. It wasn´t much and fit in the back of the car; though you made sure to get your comfortable underwear and sleep stuff (mostly old shirts and boxer-shorts).

“So, Sam and I were wondering if you would be up for a movue night the other day. Pietro, Wanda and Nat will be there as well.”, the dark haired man asked you with a smile from behind the wheel.

“Uhm, sure? But why? I mean you don´t need to do that, only because I am ´living´ with your boss now. But I appreciate the offer.”, you answered, wondering why they invited you.

You would consider Bucky and Sam as accomplices though, but still.

“That has nothing to do with that. To be honest, you are the first one we like. Thus far, they all were bitches and just after the money. You on the other hand, don´t give a shit about it. It is refreshing.”, he explained, “What are you going to do know with your larger income and time on mass?”

“ I want to work. I don´t want to get money gifted to me for nothing. That was not how I was raised.”, you sighted, “For now, I will take care of the household and cook. Maybe later I will get another job. For during the day, I mean.”

“Remind me to show you the community floor Boss has made for us. It has a gym, wellness area, library and other stuff you might like.”

“Common area?”

“Yes. Didn´t we mention that most of us ´trusted´ employees are living on the five floors beneath you? My bad, sorry.”

“I don´t know. I wasn´t really in a mindset to lisdten to everything.”, you admitted.

“Understandable. We are back. Let me help you get your stuff upstairs and into your room. Then I have orders to get you anything you might need. Clothes, Shampoos, female Hygieneproducts. You name it, we get it. And no arguments: orders are orders.” , Bucky stated with a grin.

“Fine.”, you rolled your eyes, “One thing I need is more kitchen supplies. There is only the bare minimum in that kitchen. And curtains for the bathroom- those huge and open windows creep me out.”

“No secret exhibition fetish? Yeah I know what you mean, but we won´t be able to get you curtains I fear. That has to go through the interior designer. Though, you do know that there is a way to make the glass opaque?”

“Wait, what? How?”

“I don´t know how exactly it works, but there is a switch next to the door in every apartment bathroom.”

“I soooo need to find that switch.”, you groaned.

“i can show you.”, he laughed, nudging you with his shoulder, “Though you could have just asked, you know?”

“Well, yeah. To late for that know though. Theme change, can we go to my old workplace? A much as I hate it, but they still have the best hot chocolate in town-”, you sighted, “-and I need some of my paperwork from them back.”

“Sure thing. We will get those things, and some of those awesome cookies they sell.”

A light laugh escaped your lips, “I made those. And I am the only one who knows the exact recipe.”

His eyes grew big. “You´re kidding!”

“Nope, the ones they sold before were disgusting. And I love to bake, so I made them after my mom´s recipe. I can make you some if you like.”

“YES Please!”, he cleared his throat, “ I mean, if you have time and so on. No need to-”

“I will find a moment. It´s the last I can do after you and Sam took me in.”

“No worries. Now lets me get your things up and then back shopping.”

Parking the car in front of the building, he stepped out and walked to the back. You were following him at once and grabbed some of your stuff.

His astonished look stopped you at once.

“What?”

“Nothing. I am just not used that a- that I get help with carrying stuff upstairs.”

“You mean Mr Laufeyson´s Sugarbabies? I am not like them.”, you frowned.

“Yes, and I know. Just-”, he stammered casting his eyes on the floor in embarrassment.

“Unusula. I get it.”, you honestly smiled, “Though I am one now.”

Something in your voice at the last part of your exclamation made him send you a sad smile.

“Come on. Let´s get you settled in a bit more.”

“Alright”, you nodded, “and then some hot chocolate.”

“What do you want?”, your former employer sneered once you entered the coffee-shop. Her eyes glaring daggers into you.

“Hello to you, too. I am here to get my last cheque, my papers and recipe-book that is still here. As well as a triple-hot-chocolate with two marshmallows, please.”, you smiled your best customer-service-smile.

“And a large coffee for me.”, Bucky piped up from right behind you.

“Sure. I assume ´To Go´?”

“Yes, pleased.”, you smiled even brighter.

“Give me a moment.”, your ex-boss grumbled before leaving into the back to hopefully get what was yours.

“Asshole much?”, your friend whispered from behind and you nodded.

One of your old coworkers began to make your order in the meantime.

“Thank you, Chris. How is school doing?”, you started to make small-talk, this time with a real smile.

“It´s alright. My year is about to go on a trip, but without me.”, the young barista answered.

“Why?”

“Don´t have the money, and my Stepdad is an asshole an does not want to pay for it.”, he grumbled and you sighted.

You knew about his situation at home, and would often cover for him, so he could do homework during his break.

“How much is the trip?”

“550 Bucks.”, he sighted again, that was almost a month of work for him, without giving his parents his share of rent that was 150 and the money he saved for college.

“What about the tips?”

“Alright I guess. Though since you aren´t baking the cookies anymore they dropped quite a bit. But if I am lucky I can get enough to go on weekend-trip with my friends next month.”, he smiled thinking about that.

“You can still keep the tips, right? No sharing them with the others or the boss since I left?”, you questioned, an idea had crossed your mind.

“Everything is the same, why?”, he answered a bit baffled about your question.

“No particular reason. Bucky. This order is on me.”, you grinned.

“Alright.”, he shrugged, tough you assumed he knew what you were planning.

“Hand me the card reader, would you? Prizes are still the same?”, you offered your open palm to the boy, who nodded and finished your order.

Accepting the reader, you typed in 10$ for the order and 600$ under tip, “ Here you go. Have fun on that trip. And before you ask, I got a really well paying new job.”

“Thank you so much!”, the Highschooler breathed with teary eyes.

“See it as a graduation gift. But don´t tell anyone, ok?”

“Promised””, the boy quickly nodded, zipping his lips with a motion of his hands, though he quickly stopped when his boss returned with your things.

“Here!”, your ex-boss sneered almost slamming your things on the counter, “If you could leave now please.”

“We may. Hve a nice day!”, and with that, the two of you left.

“That was nice what you did there.”, Bucky hummed back behind the wheel.

“He deserves a few days of fun. His Stepdad is an asshole. A HUGE one.”

“So, where do we start shopping?”

Part 8

AN2.0 How will this turn our for the reader? And will her family make an appreance again in later chapters?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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