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honestly being a percival graves fan is so exhausting ??? why couldn’t i love newt or dumbledore like normal people !!!!!!! im tired !!!!!!
Gellert says the same thing. Who wouldn't want to be my fan? Why would anyone love someone who is obsessed with beasts? Or even worse, be obsessed or in love with Albus fucking Dumbledore. I'm not jealous that he used to fuck Gellert. I'm fine. Really.
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[AGONY] - Your muse rescues mine from the hands of the enemy, and finds them in terrible shape.
Claret is crusted onto his skin, days worth of blood caked onto his chin and cheeks and forehead, and coagulating in the creases of his brow and at the corners of his mouth. The stagnating scent of his own life’s blood is strong in his nostrils and the metallic tang is lain thick on his tongue, but that pales in comparison to the bone-deep ache that he feels.
The Germans, they had always been a more brutal race, and when they had wrangled him into magic-restricting cuffs and bunged him into a cell, the entire precinct had a go at kicking the living daylights out of him. It was a week later the German Ministry had alerted the rest of Europe to their captive, and he was to be sent back to Sweden to be tried for his crimes.
He cowers as someone enters his cell with a squeak of the rusted hinges, and doesn’t expect the calming scent of his husband’s cologne and leather gloved hands caressing his cheek. “Percy?” He blinks up at him with a bulbous, black eye and musters a weak smile.
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Graves heart was pounding in his ears as he entered the cell, wand in hand. They didn’t have much time, they need to get out of here. A sob caught in his throat as he saw his husband cowering in the corner, caked in blood and chained to the wall like a dog. Those who weren’t already dead would pay with their life.
“Gellert.” he crouched down beside him, wincing at the black eye. “I’m sorry, we got here as quickly as we could.” He tried to open the restraints, hissing as the hexes shot back at him. They shackles didn’t budge.
It had been an ambush. The Germans had known where they would be. Their mole had already been located and killed for their treachery. “You’re safe now.” He whispered, although they weren’t quite safe, not yet.
Collared - directorofmagicalsecuritymacusa
“What is this?” He purrs, and traces the leather locked around his neck. “Smells like… Italian leather,” he hummed, and inhaled the scent with shut eyes. “Oh, my darling, you shouldn’t have! All this, for me?”
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“I had it made especially for you.” Graves smiled at the sight before him. He looked even better then he had imagined. “You look beautiful.” he reached out and stroked his hair gently.
“You know, Percival, of all the little trinkets and souvenirs you’ve brought back from your travels, this might be my favourite,” and he twiddled with the monogrammed, silver padlock which locked the accessory in place. “Mm,” his eyes slipped shut and he nuzzled against Percy’s hand. “You make me beautiful.”
Percy hummed softly. “You are exquisite.” he whispered. It was true, the man was intoxicating. He always brought him back gifts when he was away. Sometimes a small token and sometimes something extravagant. “You’re mine.” he stroked his hair.
“Yours,” he chanted, a devotee down on his knees, and Percival was his altar. “What are you going to do with me, daddy?” He purred, and peered up at his husband with a coy smile and chewed on his lower lip. “It’s been so long… so long,” he bemoaned. “I’ve needed you daddy…”
Graves hummed softly in approval, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of his head. "Mine." he whispered, stroking his hair. "Good boy. Daddy has missed you so much." He hated being apart from Gellert but their cause was far too important. For them, for wizardkind. "Tell Daddy what you want" he stroked the collar. "Perhaps I'll make you wear this all the time."
Collared - directorofmagicalsecuritymacusa
“What is this?” He purrs, and traces the leather locked around his neck. “Smells like… Italian leather,” he hummed, and inhaled the scent with shut eyes. “Oh, my darling, you shouldn’t have! All this, for me?”
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“I had it made especially for you.” Graves smiled at the sight before him. He looked even better then he had imagined. “You look beautiful.” he reached out and stroked his hair gently.
“You know, Percival, of all the little trinkets and souvenirs you’ve brought back from your travels, this might be my favourite,” and he twiddled with the monogrammed, silver padlock which locked the accessory in place. “Mm,” his eyes slipped shut and he nuzzled against Percy’s hand. “You make me beautiful.”
Percy hummed softly. "You are exquisite." he whispered. It was true, the man was intoxicating. He always brought him back gifts when he was away. Sometimes a small token and sometimes something extravagant. "You're mine." he stroked his hair.
Collared - directorofmagicalsecuritymacusa
“What is this?” He purrs, and traces the leather locked around his neck. “Smells like… Italian leather,” he hummed, and inhaled the scent with shut eyes. “Oh, my darling, you shouldn’t have! All this, for me?”
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"I had it made especially for you." Graves smiled at the sight before him. He looked even better then he had imagined. "You look beautiful." he reached out and stroked his hair gently.
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8. a kiss on an injury my muse gave to yours.
“Leave it!” He hissed, and tried to dismiss the dithery Director. “I said leave it!” He seethed, and chastised inquisitive hands and repentant lips as they traced the scarring splashed up his right flank. “I’m fine, Percival. It’s nothing than cannot be counteracted with the a prudently selected salve or potion…” He dabbed at his side with the sopping wet sponge, trying to cool the overheated skin. “I refuse to let you beat yourself up over this, you’re no used to me when you’re like this. It could’ve happened to anyone, it just so happened that I was in the crossfire this time.” Incendio! His lover had screamed, creating a wall of flames around them so that they might retreat from the encroaching rank of aurors, and the flames had licked up his side and eaten his robes until they were black. “If you want to make yourself helpful, you can fetch me a bottle of spirits,” to clean the wound, of course, but some to warm his belly wouldn’t hurt.
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Graves never felt guilty over anything. Any action was justifiable in war. Soldiers and innocents were injured and often died. Mistakes were made, this was a fact of life and not something to dwell on. But this, this he felt guilty over. They had been surrounded by Aurors. A planned attack and one he suspected had been created from inside information. No one should babe known they were even there. He had seen those Aurors, far too close to Gellert. His instant reaction had been a need to protect him, protect them. The flames had been meant as a barrier, to shield them and possibly set a few Aurors on fire. There was no better deterrent than the smell of burnt flesh.
He magicked a bottle of spirits, pouring some into a glass and soaking some gauge in more. "Let me." His tone was gentle, knowing Gellert would likely push him away again. He winced at the sight of the darkened and puckered flesh.
You're a dark wizard who has caused great unrest in your quest for magic dominance. I would also like to see your silk bikinis, please.
“You cannot. Only people who are important to me can see them.”
“…. Can I see you in them?”
“I’m wearing some right now. Want to see?”
"Absolutely. I'm on my way to your room right now."
You're a dark wizard who has caused great unrest in your quest for magic dominance. I would also like to see your silk bikinis, please.
“You cannot. Only people who are important to me can see them.”
".... Can I see you in them?"
Gellert Grindelwald had made sure that Percival was alone in the office. He now was basically half laying on the desk, a hand on his chin and a grin on his face. The blonde wizard chanted: "Did you miss me? Did you really think that I was gone? So baby, tell me, did you miss me? Did you really think that I was done?" (Hey, it is me, Miss T. I thought MAYBE we could try rping again? If you are interested of course.)
Graves startled at the sudden appearance of the dark wizard. He dropped his quill, sending the ink bottle flying. He jumped up, the chair hitting the wall behind him as he grabbed his wand. "Grindelwald." he hissed through clenched teeth. No....no...not again. Was this just another nightmare? Or was this really happening? How did he even get in here?
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
@svxngali
“I never said variety was harmful, but moving from residence to residence like this is testing my patience. You can’t possibly enjoying boxing up our life like this every couple of months, either?” She sighed. “And I like Durmstrang. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am antisocial enough without being cooped up here with a wheezing old windbag and her stack of books,” she bemoaned. “Daddy said he hated living with his Great Aunt Bathilda, and he hated England too.”
Libby’s lips thinned and she went silent as her father spoke about his upbringing, it wasn’t often he gave away such tasty morsels of information, and she would savour this moment for the next week or so. “Is that why we’ve never met our nanny and grandpa? I know daddy’s parents died before we were born, but you never talk about yours,” she pressed, knowing she was walking on thin ice. Then was swiftly distracted by what he said next: “a war? Since when?” She spluttered. “Oh, God, I bet daddy had something to do with it. Tell me he didn’t have something to do with it?” She pled.
“You attend Durmstrang because your father believes it’s the best place for you to receive your education. You like it, Clarence does not and Emogene has never made it clear one way or the other.” At the mention of his parents, he reached for the scotch and filled his glass.
“I don’t have a very close relationship with my parents, especially my father. It’s in all of our best interests that we don’t spend time with them.” He felt guilty sometimes, knowing how much his mother would adore his children. But the thought of exposing them to his father was enough for him to realise that he was making the best decision for them all.
Graves sighed softly. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything. “We both are involved in this, I’m afraid.” he said gently. “It wasn’t started by us but we have become involved due to an attack on our brothers and sisters.”
“To be perfectly honest, I don’t think Emogene cares about Durmstrang enough to have feelings about it one way or another. And I’ve been saying for years that Clarence would’ve gotten on a lot better at Beauxbatons. He’s just not a warmonger like the rest of his peers at Durmstrang, he thinks with his head, and not with his…” She cleared her throat. “Anyway.”
As Percival decanted a generous glass of scotch, she towed a chair closer and sat opposite her father. “I think I can understand that,” as Gellert was usually the stay-at-home, and Percival, the breadwinner, and she and her siblings had all admitted an an apathy, or enmity towards him, for his absence. “Daddy said that his father was… Not a nice man. That he could be… a bully. Were your parents like that?”
“I thought daddy said he was hanging up his wand? I thought he had done years ago,” she emphasised. “Was that a lie too? Is he still… in politics?“ That was the only way she knew how to put it. Her schoolmates said such awful things about her father, but she had never believed them. “Is he in danger? Are you in danger?”
"Your father wanted you all to attend Durmstrang. He believed that it was the best place for you each to receive a fair education." Hogwarts was out of the question and Ilvermorny had close ties to his family and he didn't like the idea of their children being so far away.
"My parents, especially by father, had very firm beliefs for how he wanted me to live my life. From my career path to spouse, he not only wanted to be involved but he wanted to be the only one to make decisions about my life. He didn't care for it much when I tried to tell him I wanted something else." he took a sip of his scotch." No, my father is not a very nice man and for all your sake, I hope you never meet him."
"No, it's not a lie. Not really. Your father and I have a very strong moral code and that doesn't include allowing our fellow wizards to be tortured by No-Majes." he paused. "While we are here, we are not in danger. No one knows where we are." he said carefully.
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
@svxngali
“I never said variety was harmful, but moving from residence to residence like this is testing my patience. You can’t possibly enjoying boxing up our life like this every couple of months, either?” She sighed. “And I like Durmstrang. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am antisocial enough without being cooped up here with a wheezing old windbag and her stack of books,” she bemoaned. “Daddy said he hated living with his Great Aunt Bathilda, and he hated England too.”
Libby’s lips thinned and she went silent as her father spoke about his upbringing, it wasn’t often he gave away such tasty morsels of information, and she would savour this moment for the next week or so. “Is that why we’ve never met our nanny and grandpa? I know daddy’s parents died before we were born, but you never talk about yours,” she pressed, knowing she was walking on thin ice. Then was swiftly distracted by what he said next: “a war? Since when?” She spluttered. “Oh, God, I bet daddy had something to do with it. Tell me he didn’t have something to do with it?” She pled.
"You attend Durmstrang because your father believes it's the best place for you to receive your education. You like it, Clarence does not and Emogene has never made it clear one way or the other." At the mention of his parents, he reached for the scotch and filled his glass.
"I don't have a very close relationship with my parents, especially my father. It's in all of our best interests that we don't spend time with them." He felt guilty sometimes, knowing how much his mother would adore his children. But the thought of exposing them to his father was enough for him to realise that he was making the best decision for them all.
Graves sighed softly. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything. "We both are involved in this, I'm afraid." he said gently. "It wasn't started by us but we have become involved due to an attack on our brothers and sisters."
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
@svxngali
“Bonsoir, papa!” Libby swanned into the room, compact mirror cradled in her palm and a lipstick in her spare hand, a racy shade of red. “Seeing as my room in unpacked, and the night is still young, I was thinking that I’d sample the local nightlife. Apparently Budapest is rich with natural volcanic springs! I thought I’d take a dip and see if I could learn some of the language,” she thumbed her lower lip to pick up the excess.
“Uh, Clarence is still exploring, and Emogene… I think she acquired the latest issue of Vanity Fair and is writing a strongly worded letter to the editor about just how… - What was the word she used? Dégoûtant! - their spring and summer highlights were this quarter,” she yammered on, and adjusted her breasts in the dress she had selected.
“If daddy asks then I’m in my room studying, you know how worried he gets,” and with a swish of her hair, she made to leave.
Graves couldn’t help but smile as their youngest entered the room. He loved all their children equally naturally but he had a soft spot for Libby… And Emogene and Clarence. Merlin help him, his children had him wrapped about their little fingers. Usually, he would be happy to see his daughter explore the sights of their new home but not today.
“Libby.” His tone was gentle. “Daddy and I already told you at breakfast that we need to stay in for a few days and get ourselves settled in. We are having a family dinner this evening, remember?” he was sure she hadn’t forgotten.
Sulking, with a deep sigh, she pivoted on her heel an stared back at him. “Here I was thinking you were the cool dad… I thought you’d approve of my seeing the sights and learning of language, you and dad are always banging on about how important it is that we educate ourselves, and yet,” she folded her arms. “Family dinner?”
She scoffed. “You mean, our maids are going to cook dinner, and Emogene is going to take hers to her room, and Clarence is going to spend the entirety of mealtime with his nose buried in a book, and I have to fend off questions about how my studies are going from you and daddy. You do realise I have other hobbies besides Durmstrang?”
Graves sighed softly. “Of course I approve of you learning the language and seeing the sights. But another few days isn’t going to harm your mind or your education.” He and Gellert tried to keep as much from them as possible. Their children didn’t need to know they were all in constant danger, especially right now.
“Yes, a proper family dinner. Emogene will remain at the table and Clarence will take a break from reading for an hour or so. It will be nice to have all our children joining us for a meal.” he paused. “Of course I’m aware that you have other hobbies. Would you like to discuss them now?” He and Gellert were well aware about her near obsession with creatures and beasts.
“You know it’s routed in Slavic? I already learnt a number of Soviet languages during my stay at Durmstrang, and Hungarian shouldn’t be too much of a stretch,” she bragged. “Another few days?!” She slammed her hands on her pops’ desk. “And what? You’re going to keep me caged up in here like an owl?! I’m not an owl, papa! I’m a real human being! And moreover, I’m an adult! I can go where I want!”
She scoffed. “Good luck with that. Emogene hates you both for moving and Clarence would rather pitch himself off the roof than y’all to you. Besides, you and daddy making eyes at each other across the table is more than enough to put me off my food,” she grumbled. “Merlin’s beard, you are so patronising! Now you show an interest! Now, when you’re stopping me from going out! You must think I’m stupid,” she rolled her eyes. “What are you not telling me?”
“I hardly think our new home can be compared to a cage. It’s incredibly spacious with a swimming pool and a small stable.” he pointed out. Libby always did have a way of being incredibly dramatic. “I’m sure a few days in such luxury isn’t going to ruin the remainder of your life.” he gave her a small smile before he descended into a sigh.
“Your sister always hates us for something and your brother isn’t far behind her. I respect that you all might not always understand the decisions your father and I make. But I would hope you all understand that every decision we make is always what we believe to be in the best interests of each of you and this family.” he wondered if he should have started drinking earlier. “I don’t think your stupid. I think you are far more clever than your siblings. The reason I don’t discuss your hobbies is because you spend so much time trying to hide them from us.” he ignored her question about what was going on.
“For a man of your age, you’re incredibly fucking naive,” she cursed, knowing full well she’d be scolded for spewing such foul language at her father. “You think a swimming pool and a stable will compensate for the fact you’ve uprooted our lives for the umpteenth time,” she scoffed. “You’re always doing this. Money doesn’t compensate for the fact you and daddy don’t pay a blind hit of attention to us. In fact, you never have.”
“They might hate you, but maybe they’re right to! But do you know what, it’s starting to get difficult to just take you at your word when you never explain why!” She screamed at him. “I hide them from you because you don’t express the blindest bit of interest in me or what I spend my time doing. You and daddy are always preoccupied with something else.” She scrubbed at her nose, and tried to force back the tears. “Tell me what’s going on! Tell me!”
Graves raised an eyebrow at her language but decided against pursuing it. Clearly they had enough to talk about and he could hardly complain about foul language when his most used word was often ‘fuck’. “All I’m asking for is that for a few days, you stay in our home. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, do you?” Although clearly, she did.
He sighed heavily and his fingers itched to reach for the scotch bottle. He watched and waited until she finished her tirade. She reminded him so much of Gellert when she was like this. “There is no need to hide your interests from your fathers. We both love you all and respect your differences.” He knew that he wasn’t always a father that was present. He tried, Merlin he tried. But their cause kept them busy, too busy and took them away for sometimes long periods. “Do you really want to know why we moved, again?” He wondered if his husband would be angry for telling her the truth. “Safety. Safety for all of us, especially the three of you.”
“It is. It is today. It is after the week of boxing up my life I’ve done. I just… I need a break. From you, from daddy, from my siblings, from thick stone walls and shuttered windows. I need fresh air, papa,” she protested. “I need nature’s refreshing embrace. I need time to think, surely you can understand that?” She could her throat cloying with sobs.
“God,” she sniffed. “Do you ever say anything that doesn’t sound like it’s ripped out of some sodding parenting manual? We love and respect your differences,” she parroted with her hands placed on her hips. “And yes, I want to know! I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know…” And she eagerly awaited his answer. “Safety implies there’s a threat to be safe from. So what is it? What are you keeping us safe from?”
"We move all the time. Variety is hardly harmful and you'll be returning to school soon enough. If I had my way, you would all remain here with tutors but your father insisted on Durmstrang." he paused. "I understand needing a break but at the moment, that simply isn't possible." He knew he should probably have discussed this with Gellert first but he wasn't here and Libby was standing before him demanding answers.
"It sounds like its come from a parenting manual because it probably did." Graves admitted. "I know that Gellert and I aren't the best parents to you three. I didn't have the best parents growing up, although my mother tried." he sighed heavily. "We moved because there is currently a war in Belgium between the magical and non magical worlds. A very serious and dangerous one I'm afraid."
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
@svxngali
“Bonsoir, papa!” Libby swanned into the room, compact mirror cradled in her palm and a lipstick in her spare hand, a racy shade of red. “Seeing as my room in unpacked, and the night is still young, I was thinking that I’d sample the local nightlife. Apparently Budapest is rich with natural volcanic springs! I thought I’d take a dip and see if I could learn some of the language,” she thumbed her lower lip to pick up the excess.
“Uh, Clarence is still exploring, and Emogene… I think she acquired the latest issue of Vanity Fair and is writing a strongly worded letter to the editor about just how… - What was the word she used? Dégoûtant! - their spring and summer highlights were this quarter,” she yammered on, and adjusted her breasts in the dress she had selected.
“If daddy asks then I’m in my room studying, you know how worried he gets,” and with a swish of her hair, she made to leave.
Graves couldn’t help but smile as their youngest entered the room. He loved all their children equally naturally but he had a soft spot for Libby… And Emogene and Clarence. Merlin help him, his children had him wrapped about their little fingers. Usually, he would be happy to see his daughter explore the sights of their new home but not today.
“Libby.” His tone was gentle. “Daddy and I already told you at breakfast that we need to stay in for a few days and get ourselves settled in. We are having a family dinner this evening, remember?” he was sure she hadn’t forgotten.
Sulking, with a deep sigh, she pivoted on her heel an stared back at him. “Here I was thinking you were the cool dad… I thought you’d approve of my seeing the sights and learning of language, you and dad are always banging on about how important it is that we educate ourselves, and yet,” she folded her arms. “Family dinner?”
She scoffed. “You mean, our maids are going to cook dinner, and Emogene is going to take hers to her room, and Clarence is going to spend the entirety of mealtime with his nose buried in a book, and I have to fend off questions about how my studies are going from you and daddy. You do realise I have other hobbies besides Durmstrang?”
Graves sighed softly. “Of course I approve of you learning the language and seeing the sights. But another few days isn’t going to harm your mind or your education.” He and Gellert tried to keep as much from them as possible. Their children didn’t need to know they were all in constant danger, especially right now.
“Yes, a proper family dinner. Emogene will remain at the table and Clarence will take a break from reading for an hour or so. It will be nice to have all our children joining us for a meal.” he paused. “Of course I’m aware that you have other hobbies. Would you like to discuss them now?” He and Gellert were well aware about her near obsession with creatures and beasts.
“You know it’s routed in Slavic? I already learnt a number of Soviet languages during my stay at Durmstrang, and Hungarian shouldn’t be too much of a stretch,” she bragged. “Another few days?!” She slammed her hands on her pops’ desk. “And what? You’re going to keep me caged up in here like an owl?! I’m not an owl, papa! I’m a real human being! And moreover, I’m an adult! I can go where I want!”
She scoffed. “Good luck with that. Emogene hates you both for moving and Clarence would rather pitch himself off the roof than y’all to you. Besides, you and daddy making eyes at each other across the table is more than enough to put me off my food,” she grumbled. “Merlin’s beard, you are so patronising! Now you show an interest! Now, when you’re stopping me from going out! You must think I’m stupid,” she rolled her eyes. “What are you not telling me?”
“I hardly think our new home can be compared to a cage. It’s incredibly spacious with a swimming pool and a small stable.” he pointed out. Libby always did have a way of being incredibly dramatic. “I’m sure a few days in such luxury isn’t going to ruin the remainder of your life.” he gave her a small smile before he descended into a sigh.
“Your sister always hates us for something and your brother isn’t far behind her. I respect that you all might not always understand the decisions your father and I make. But I would hope you all understand that every decision we make is always what we believe to be in the best interests of each of you and this family.” he wondered if he should have started drinking earlier. “I don’t think your stupid. I think you are far more clever than your siblings. The reason I don’t discuss your hobbies is because you spend so much time trying to hide them from us.” he ignored her question about what was going on.
“For a man of your age, you’re incredibly fucking naive,” she cursed, knowing full well she’d be scolded for spewing such foul language at her father. “You think a swimming pool and a stable will compensate for the fact you’ve uprooted our lives for the umpteenth time,” she scoffed. “You’re always doing this. Money doesn’t compensate for the fact you and daddy don’t pay a blind hit of attention to us. In fact, you never have.”
“They might hate you, but maybe they’re right to! But do you know what, it’s starting to get difficult to just take you at your word when you never explain why!” She screamed at him. “I hide them from you because you don’t express the blindest bit of interest in me or what I spend my time doing. You and daddy are always preoccupied with something else.” She scrubbed at her nose, and tried to force back the tears. “Tell me what’s going on! Tell me!”
Graves raised an eyebrow at her language but decided against pursuing it. Clearly they had enough to talk about and he could hardly complain about foul language when his most used word was often 'fuck'. "All I'm asking for is that for a few days, you stay in our home. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?" Although clearly, she did.
He sighed heavily and his fingers itched to reach for the scotch bottle. He watched and waited until she finished her tirade. She reminded him so much of Gellert when she was like this. "There is no need to hide your interests from your fathers. We both love you all and respect your differences." He knew that he wasn't always a father that was present. He tried, Merlin he tried. But their cause kept them busy, too busy and took them away for sometimes long periods. "Do you really want to know why we moved, again?" He wondered if his husband would be angry for telling her the truth. "Safety. Safety for all of us, especially the three of you."
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
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“Bonsoir, papa!” Libby swanned into the room, compact mirror cradled in her palm and a lipstick in her spare hand, a racy shade of red. “Seeing as my room in unpacked, and the night is still young, I was thinking that I’d sample the local nightlife. Apparently Budapest is rich with natural volcanic springs! I thought I’d take a dip and see if I could learn some of the language,” she thumbed her lower lip to pick up the excess.
“Uh, Clarence is still exploring, and Emogene… I think she acquired the latest issue of Vanity Fair and is writing a strongly worded letter to the editor about just how… - What was the word she used? Dégoûtant! - their spring and summer highlights were this quarter,” she yammered on, and adjusted her breasts in the dress she had selected.
“If daddy asks then I’m in my room studying, you know how worried he gets,” and with a swish of her hair, she made to leave.
Graves couldn’t help but smile as their youngest entered the room. He loved all their children equally naturally but he had a soft spot for Libby… And Emogene and Clarence. Merlin help him, his children had him wrapped about their little fingers. Usually, he would be happy to see his daughter explore the sights of their new home but not today.
“Libby.” His tone was gentle. “Daddy and I already told you at breakfast that we need to stay in for a few days and get ourselves settled in. We are having a family dinner this evening, remember?” he was sure she hadn’t forgotten.
Sulking, with a deep sigh, she pivoted on her heel an stared back at him. “Here I was thinking you were the cool dad… I thought you’d approve of my seeing the sights and learning of language, you and dad are always banging on about how important it is that we educate ourselves, and yet,” she folded her arms. “Family dinner?”
She scoffed. “You mean, our maids are going to cook dinner, and Emogene is going to take hers to her room, and Clarence is going to spend the entirety of mealtime with his nose buried in a book, and I have to fend off questions about how my studies are going from you and daddy. You do realise I have other hobbies besides Durmstrang?”
Graves sighed softly. “Of course I approve of you learning the language and seeing the sights. But another few days isn’t going to harm your mind or your education.” He and Gellert tried to keep as much from them as possible. Their children didn’t need to know they were all in constant danger, especially right now.
“Yes, a proper family dinner. Emogene will remain at the table and Clarence will take a break from reading for an hour or so. It will be nice to have all our children joining us for a meal.” he paused. “Of course I’m aware that you have other hobbies. Would you like to discuss them now?” He and Gellert were well aware about her near obsession with creatures and beasts.
“You know it’s routed in Slavic? I already learnt a number of Soviet languages during my stay at Durmstrang, and Hungarian shouldn’t be too much of a stretch,” she bragged. “Another few days?!” She slammed her hands on her pops’ desk. “And what? You’re going to keep me caged up in here like an owl?! I’m not an owl, papa! I’m a real human being! And moreover, I’m an adult! I can go where I want!”
She scoffed. “Good luck with that. Emogene hates you both for moving and Clarence would rather pitch himself off the roof than y’all to you. Besides, you and daddy making eyes at each other across the table is more than enough to put me off my food,” she grumbled. “Merlin’s beard, you are so patronising! Now you show an interest! Now, when you’re stopping me from going out! You must think I’m stupid,” she rolled her eyes. “What are you not telling me?”
"I hardly think our new home can be compared to a cage. It's incredibly spacious with a swimming pool and a small stable." he pointed out. Libby always did have a way of being incredibly dramatic. "I'm sure a few days in such luxury isn't going to ruin the remainder of your life." he gave her a small smile before he descended into a sigh.
"Your sister always hates us for something and your brother isn't far behind her. I respect that you all might not always understand the decisions your father and I make. But I would hope you all understand that every decision we make is always what we believe to be in the best interests of each of you and this family." he wondered if he should have started drinking earlier. "I don't think your stupid. I think you are far more clever than your siblings. The reason I don't discuss your hobbies is because you spend so much time trying to hide them from us." he ignored her question about what was going on.
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
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“Bonsoir, papa!” Libby swanned into the room, compact mirror cradled in her palm and a lipstick in her spare hand, a racy shade of red. “Seeing as my room in unpacked, and the night is still young, I was thinking that I’d sample the local nightlife. Apparently Budapest is rich with natural volcanic springs! I thought I’d take a dip and see if I could learn some of the language,” she thumbed her lower lip to pick up the excess.
“Uh, Clarence is still exploring, and Emogene… I think she acquired the latest issue of Vanity Fair and is writing a strongly worded letter to the editor about just how… - What was the word she used? Dégoûtant! - their spring and summer highlights were this quarter,” she yammered on, and adjusted her breasts in the dress she had selected.
“If daddy asks then I’m in my room studying, you know how worried he gets,” and with a swish of her hair, she made to leave.
Graves couldn’t help but smile as their youngest entered the room. He loved all their children equally naturally but he had a soft spot for Libby… And Emogene and Clarence. Merlin help him, his children had him wrapped about their little fingers. Usually, he would be happy to see his daughter explore the sights of their new home but not today.
“Libby.” His tone was gentle. “Daddy and I already told you at breakfast that we need to stay in for a few days and get ourselves settled in. We are having a family dinner this evening, remember?” he was sure she hadn’t forgotten.
Sulking, with a deep sigh, she pivoted on her heel an stared back at him. “Here I was thinking you were the cool dad… I thought you’d approve of my seeing the sights and learning of language, you and dad are always banging on about how important it is that we educate ourselves, and yet,” she folded her arms. “Family dinner?”
She scoffed. “You mean, our maids are going to cook dinner, and Emogene is going to take hers to her room, and Clarence is going to spend the entirety of mealtime with his nose buried in a book, and I have to fend off questions about how my studies are going from you and daddy. You do realise I have other hobbies besides Durmstrang?”
Graves sighed softly. "Of course I approve of you learning the language and seeing the sights. But another few days isn't going to harm your mind or your education." He and Gellert tried to keep as much from them as possible. Their children didn't need to know they were all in constant danger, especially right now.
"Yes, a proper family dinner. Emogene will remain at the table and Clarence will take a break from reading for an hour or so. It will be nice to have all our children joining us for a meal." he paused. "Of course I'm aware that you have other hobbies. Would you like to discuss them now?" He and Gellert were well aware about her near obsession with creatures and beasts.
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren’t staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn’t risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn’t been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
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“Bonsoir, papa!” Libby swanned into the room, compact mirror cradled in her palm and a lipstick in her spare hand, a racy shade of red. “Seeing as my room in unpacked, and the night is still young, I was thinking that I’d sample the local nightlife. Apparently Budapest is rich with natural volcanic springs! I thought I’d take a dip and see if I could learn some of the language,” she thumbed her lower lip to pick up the excess.
“Uh, Clarence is still exploring, and Emogene… I think she acquired the latest issue of Vanity Fair and is writing a strongly worded letter to the editor about just how… - What was the word she used? Dégoûtant! - their spring and summer highlights were this quarter,” she yammered on, and adjusted her breasts in the dress she had selected.
“If daddy asks then I’m in my room studying, you know how worried he gets,” and with a swish of her hair, she made to leave.
Graves couldn't help but smile as their youngest entered the room. He loved all their children equally naturally but he had a soft spot for Libby... And Emogene and Clarence. Merlin help him, his children had him wrapped about their little fingers. Usually, he would be happy to see his daughter explore the sights of their new home but not today.
"Libby." His tone was gentle. "Daddy and I already told you at breakfast that we need to stay in for a few days and get ourselves settled in. We are having a family dinner this evening, remember?" he was sure she hadn't forgotten.
Percival was sitting in his new office, the last of the boxes were finally unpacked. This had been their third move in less than 18 months and he wondered if they should just keep everything in boxes for when they would eventually move again.
He liked their new home, which was just outside of Budapest. It was slightly smaller than their last residence in Paris but there was plenty of space for their family to five and their servants. Their acolytes weren't staying with them now, they had their own home in Austria. It was a dangerous time and they needed to keep their children safe. Not even their followers knew where their home was these days, not even Credence. It was too risky.
The war raged on, most recently in Belgium. Their home in France had been too close for comfort so he and Gellert had made the decision to move again. Too many people wanted them all dead. Their children would simply be used by their enemies as pawns. They couldn't risk that. As much as the children had protested, they hadn't been given a choice to remain where they were. He and Gellert knew they were angry at their fathers but it was for their own protection.
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