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Happy one year to this account 🔥🔥🔥 shall we celebrate with Gregory violet angst?

Loving them is as easy as breathing.

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His body hovers over Lawrence today, kissing his lips, face, everything under his glasses bruised. The man pants underneath him, clinging to Violet's cloak, moaning at his partner's husky voice whispering praise and tease just as he bites his ear.

Violet can't help himself, already knows what the answer is. "Be with me," he pleads, deluding himself that Lawrence will feel too good to think.

He never does, though, shoulders permanently pressed and aching from many years of lone manhood, the letter that came this evening of meeting his fated betrothed after graduation.

"I can't-" he sobs, tears forming too easy.

It's not fair really: Violet sort of wishes he does it on purpose in some type of manipulation to keep him around, so he'd have at least one reason to stay mad.

He gently kisses them away instead, breathing in his skin.

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"Be with me."

Edgar barely glances over his shoulder, humming instead. Violet knows he's pretending to consider, to give it at least a little thought-

He brushes Edgar hair's delicately, a stark contrast for how quickly he grooms himself in the morning before shoving his head in a hood. Violet can't help but let his fingers linger to stroke Edgar's bare shoulders, smooth and slender from their bath, towel wrapped around his entire body like a lass. His hair is darkened from the dampness.

"Soon," he assures him.

They both know anyone from a family like his refuses to keep still very long. His uncle moved countries every other week, and his family was impatiently awaiting his return from being done with school for good. Violet places his comb on the sidetable, pulling Edgar's face in his chest and- ignoring the little protest - blows out the melting candle to leave them in darkness.

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He waits until he's worked up.

Sweaty from a grueling round of cricket, shirt sticking to his skin, sour blonde strands pasted to his forehead. Violet pulls him down by the neck and kisses his face, sweat and stink and all, as Herman keens.

It's easier to convince him when he's stuffed full of praise, serving affection hot from the oven and straight on a silver platter. Violet kisses him like a man starved, pushing the bigger man onto the couch and rubbing a knee between his legs and Herman lets him, lets himself be controlled, be spoiled.

It's now or never. "Be with me..?"

He feels Herman freeze under his hands, his voice catches in his throat, and Violet wonders briefly if he's going to state how foolish he is plainly. He dares to catch the bigger man's eye, head slightly cocked in questions, eyes wide and panting.

That's it, then. Violet can't help but look away, gnashing his teeth. The hand that makes it's way to his hair stops him.

"We'll see." Herman says quietly.

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The chances of Herman giving him a definite answer, Edgar finding him again, and Lawrence objecting to his own wife-

A part of him knows. To focus his attention on one would increase his chances greatly, but-

Gregory Violet has the greatest type of greed known. By his own choices, along with his own pride being constantly bruised by the actions of three, or till their deaths,

He would force the world to see his side.

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Some sketches (1-4 bases from mellon_soup )

[babylemonart]

[crowscallthecrows]

how yall liking the new season

It wasn't uncommon for Gregory to dream.

As Edgar put it, he was an artist even in rest, his body of the waking world in a constant state of twitches and shivering and muttered, garbled words. His mind was never at ease, creating new bursts of colors to be translated into charcoal when his hands twitched against his pad.

According to his partners, they have gotten used to it, after all it was behavior to be expected from a purple houser. There was always room to twitch because they made it; his shivering ceased when they held him. He was strange, they knew it, and it would've been ever so easy to have an undisturbed rest had he not been there, but nonsense Violet, the bed would feel ridiculously empty without you.

(A lie. There's beads of sweat on Lawrence's brow, and Herman tosses and turns to find a better position in sleep. Edgar's grimaces, hair under the arm of his childhood friend.)

Gregory embraces his dreams. Even night terrors make for good inspiration and he highly prefers to be left alone when he does. Rest never comes easy for someone made to create, anyway, with consciousness constantly clawing him awake to make something new, better.

Rest has come easier. They make it easier. And that's what Gregory reminds himself of when their throats are stripped raw from screaming, when Edgar is about to tear his hair out down to the root, when Lawrence rolls his eyes close to frustrated tears, when Herman looks like he's just that close to slamming his fist to the nearest wall until it crumbles, and when Gregory himself feels like being in the same room, let alone bed, is worse then a reaper squeezing the very last dose of air from his lungs.

Because a bad rest with them he would never replace with a restless one in his own empty bed, twitching, trembling against the covers as his heart keeps awake with the whispered cries of their names.

(He runs into Herman as his fingers linger on the curve of the knob. They stare, before Herman helps him push it open, saying nothing at all.)

(Edgar and Lawrence stir from the bed, eyes red and swollen, and Herman and Gregory stay frozen in the doorway before Lawrence wordlessly lifts a corner of the covers.)

(They're clumsy. There's so much to be said and yet they say nothing, rearranging limbs to fit, hands shyly brushing another's like they're in first year again.)

Gregory can never stand to spend the hours of night alone again.

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I wonder who our public school arc oshis are

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[crowscallthecrows]

Oh no they're hot

[livingsspecter]

prob P4’s heights (considering Violet’s hunchback)

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[crowscallthecrows]

The prefects definitely ate ass in the bath

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lol they look exactly like how I pictured Lucius Malfoy and Gilderoy Lockhart at Hogwarts

SORRY TO THEM

[crowscallthecrows]

What if on new year when the clock strikes midnight the p4 stupidly (like all their life decisions) decided they NEEDED to kiss each other all at the same time to 'start the year off right.' They all crack their teeth.

[crowscallthecrows]

Alternatively to make it more complicated they all realize in horror the one they tried to kiss attempted to kiss the other in one big stupid circle aartgghh

[crowscallthecrows]

What if on new year when the clock strikes midnight the p4 stupidly (like all their life decisions) decided they NEEDED to kiss each other all at the same time to 'start the year off right.' They all crack their teeth.

[crowscallthecrows]

It's Christmas. Edgar Lawrence Herman and Gregory sit a little too close to be casual in front of the fireplace, Lawrence is attempting to reread and finish his favorite romance novel before it's time to exchange gifts, as Edgar is 'jokingly' tickling Lawrence's neck with his nose claiming it's to get him to put down his book. Herman is subtly trying to guess the contents of each colorfully wrapped box while the other prefects notice and share a smile. Gregory's stuffing his cold hands into his cloak to warm them, as well as to conceal Lawrence's book for the time being after he put it down in favor of attempting to smother Edgar with a pillow for interrupting chapter 37. He is the only one that notices the swaying mistletoe above their heads.

Cheslock shamelessly checks which boxes had his name on them and shakes them, while simultaneously bragging that he probably got the best present from his prefect and overall cause he has the biggest box. Edward lectures him about the improperness he's showing by so obviously judging books by it's cover as he tries to hide his jealousy that Cheslock got the biggest box. Maurice is trying to quiet them down to no avail and his perfectly plucke eyebrow starts to twitch with their increasing volume. There is a single strand on Clayton's head that isn't concrete sealed with pomade that stands straight up at the top of his head, that everyone ignores for the rest of the night.

[babylemonart]

Moi-même-Moitié Violet

[crowscallthecrows]

pour me all of the gregory headcanons you wanna talk abt, be it romantic, general

anything, i’m starved🙏

Damn straight anon you have your priorities and I respect that

You might have see some of these featured in my other posts:

Hand cramps, and their pain level varies. I don't know much about it, but think carpal tunnel. Drawing for hours, even days, straight is therapy in the 1800s for him.

He's pretty impatient, and pushy if he needs to be. Problem is, he doesn't need to be with the other p4 and cheslock's mouth flapping around, so he's sat.

A messy person. Cheslock can clean up better then him.

Top Gregory anon, consider it.

Being odd, he's naturally a noticer of odd things. He hyperfixates on the protruding pulsating veins on the backs of Herman's hands, a lock of Edgar's hair that's shorter then the rest. When he casually mentions Lawrence's different prescriptions for each eye, Lawrence casually scoots away.

He slouches so he's taller then he looks

Sharp features he softens with makeup. His nose is sharp, the tips of his eyes sharper, and his lips are deeply curved.

P4 took a while to like him, but he decided he would kill for them on first meeting.

He can be pretty annoying actually. It's not even depending on how close someone is to him, he's so quiet it flies over peoples heads sometimes. Cheslock is the main victim of going back to Purple House from the gazebo 3 times straight because Violet refused to elaborate on WHAT black sketch book with the worn pages and spine he was referring to.

Freak in the sheets

His loves runs deeply and dearly.

The incident at Weston was to protect the prefects, not tradition. He did not give a damn in the moment.

He refuses to let Cheslock wash his cloak and he wears one so it starts smelling a little funky until his fag pries it off him like a toddler and his blanket.

He relates to Lawrence most. They're the quietest in the group.

That's if for now he's so skrunkly leave more ideas guys

[crowscallthecrows]

My mind is blank does anyone have p4 requests to write about, hcs, platonic, lovers, hatred, anything anything about them please please let me contribute to their tags (Or their fags. I love their fags. ((Yes including derrick and Maurice

[therhythmwater]

Until I learn to draw (never) this is all I got

[crowscallthecrows]

First twst reblog I am ashamed