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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.
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AND THE WORST PART IS :
ft. @fortunae !
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ft. @fortunae !
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fortunae:
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : the three broomsticks , hogsmeade . 𝐅𝐎𝐑 : peter pettigrew ( @lumosmaxiimas ) . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : closed .
the way her fingers meet the delicate , paper - thin skin of his wrist , you’d almost think this was planned ; that any of their little rendezvous were driven by anything but base instinct . ( it’s one thing entirely to 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 someone , but another to NEED them the way pip swears she needs peter . keenly attuned to the drag of calloused fingertips at her waist , the slightest brush of warm breath against the side of her neck — - the electric thrill that ZIPS down the column of her spine is something outside of the ordinary realms of exciting . ) “ dunno what rosmerta does with the place , but it feels completely 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 , y’know ? ” her free hand runs rings along the rim of her glass , repetitive little gestures to busy herself . “ like i’ve never even been here before . like i need to explore it all OVER again . ” starting with the bathroom , obviously : the glint in her eyes gives THAT away .
seventy two hours ago, they were post breakup ; he’s lost count of how many that had brought them to, but when the reunions are THIS sweet, he can never really bring himself to care. the graze of her fingertips against the skin of his wrist successfully draws his attention away from the animated tale that james is telling the rest of their table, not that he’s been following it very well, anyway. his free hand falls from tavern tabletop to pip’s knee with an enviable casualness and there is nothing in his vacant expression to betray the fact it doesn’t stay there for very long. painfully slowly, calloused digits inch their way beneath the folds of denim skirt, drawing patterns across the expanse of silky skin to be found there. “hm?” it takes a moment for pip’s words to register over the din that he has forced himself to focus on in an effort to remain UNREADABLE. “oh,” eyes widen with dawning understanding in same moment that his grip on her thigh tightens and chin juts in an almost imperceptible nod of total agreement. “we should... go?”
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fortunae:
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : the three broomsticks . 𝐅𝐎𝐑 : mary macdonald ( @lumosmaxiimas ) . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : closed .
she hadn’t meant to disappear quite so quickly , not really — - and what’s that saying , about the best laid plans of mice and men ? lipstick is nothing more than a faint smudge against her mouth ( peter’s wearing at least half of it ) & hair carelessly tousled , she’s quite the sight . “ did i MISS anything ? ” pip wiggles in next to mary effortlessly , blithely unaware of disheveled state and exactly what it says . “ nobody’s gotten 𝐮𝐩 and done awful karaoke yet ? i was promised an appalling rendition of the monster mash . ” ( there’s a WORLD’S difference between what’s promised and what’s received , though : she was promised a fun night out , and what she’s received is two hand - delivered orgasms not a half hour in . it’s the best of both worlds , as far she’s 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ! )
“oh, hun -” a tongue in cheek comment about how pip has probably had more fun than the REST of them as it is does at the back of mary’s throat as she twists around to face her & has her dirty joke confirmed. her gaze catches lily’s from across the table ( evidently, she’s been paying more attention to pip’s approach than she was ) and mary can’t miss the way her friends eyes are thrown to the sky, though she bites her tongue to avoid a giggle and resigns to avoiding looking her way again. don’t get her wrong : there is undeniable fondness to be found beneath her bemused half smile & in the way she shakes her head in foax disapproval. “you’re a mess,” she says in place of an answer to the question posed, and when she reaches forward to wipe some of the lipstick smudge away from beneath her bottom lip, it is with great tenderness. honestly, mary gets a bit of a KICK out of the way pip & peter ( speak of the devil and he will appear at sirius’ side, covered in the same shade mary has on her fingertips & blissfully unaware of his open fly ) carry on, so refreshing as it is to not be the subject of their friends titters. “no karaoke to be found as yet, but i’m sure you’re glad you came anyway, right?” the innuendo is far from skillfully masked, but it’s all jokes : mary has managed to find her own lipstick in the front pocket of her bag and holds it out as friendly offering.
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the three broomsticks, october 1994 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed to @fortunae ( sirius black ) !
it’s a horror movie moment quite befitting of the evening : with no warning given in advance, one hand comes to rest on the others SHOULDER while the other grips the back of the booth, making it all the easier for peter to catapult himself over the back. he lands in the empty space left for him with a little more force than was entirely intended and a sharply exhaled oof. peter wasn’t this TIRED when they left for the three broomsticks, and certainly hadn’t been so dishevelled ; the half hour that he’s been missing has done wonders for a costume already hastily thrown together, the shirt come untucked from the band of his trousers, the buttons done up all wrong. worst of all, his fly is fully open for all the world to notice - though he, quite unfortunately, hasn’t. his focus is on the tabletop before him, which he studies for a long moment before what he’s looking at sinks in. “where’s my drink?” he queries, accusation hidden behind the bleary blue eyes that are turned unto sirius in due time. how dare you, they say. how very dare you, even if i wasn’t here. out loud : “you bastard. i was only gone a minute.”
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impediimentas:
once upon a time, mundungus fletcher had been somewhat of a frequent patron of the knight bus. as a young wix forced to live amongst the non-magical community, they’d come to rely on it for transportation. then they had obtained their apparation license and their need for the knight bus became non-existent. but when between apartments and a lack of people oweing you favors, once becomes desperate for a place to sleep. so, mundungus had raised their hand in the air and then waited. “it’s my stuff,” they stated, bluntly, before slowly standing, knocking some of the dirt off their pants. “are you going to help me with it? or do i have to do that myself?”
“oh. sorry.” it’s pretty obvious that he’s not apologising for asking, and that his words come instead from a place of pity. their ‘stuff’ looked worse for wear, and peter could only assume homelessness. the knight bus was somewhat known for being a home for wayward souls, so that wasn’t in itself a surprise - but his pity didn’t extend to over exerting himself so early in his morning. “use your wand,” he suggests, unhelpfully, making sure to step out of mundungus’ way and allow them more room, “come on, then. we don’t have all night.”
will you finally feel victorious, when you’ve proven everyone wrong? when you make them all believe you’re the monster you think you are? will you finally feel pleased, when you’ve pushed the world away? when you’ve lost everything that you said you never wanted? will you finally feel satisfied, when you’re no longer the hero of your own story? when you can crash and burn, and nobody will try to save you? will you finally feel happy, when all your mistakes catch up with you? when the devil looks upon His creation, and smiles, full of pride? will you finally feel at peace, when you watch the world burn with the match you lit? when the flames kiss your fingers and toes while you burn with it? will you finally feel fear, when you see angels pray for themselves?
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the knight bus, wherever it may be ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏: mid - september, 1994 !
with a pair of dark splotches dabbed beneath exhausted eyes and an ill fitting conductors uniform very obviously thrown on before heading out the door, peter had certainly had BETTER days. honestly, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed - a concerning observation, given that it was the wee hours of the morning - and, lips twisted downwards before he’d ever set eyes on the prospective passenger, he wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness that his bosses expected of him. “what’s all this, then?” he asks, peering down at them from where he stops at the back door of the bus, “what’re you doing down there?”