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"With you, I'm not afraid." Thesivaldence? 🌸
Ma would have whipped him into ribbons if she ever saw him turn up in such finery. Good thing she is dead, then, and cannot comment on his velvet dress robes so black it seems to pull in all light around it, lined with silk so red it might as well be spilled blood. Good thing she is dead, then, and cannot comment on the fact he has a gentleman lover on either side, dressed in equally lavish finery.
“Second thoughts, love?” Theseus rests his palm on the small of his back, ever a grounding presence. “We don’t have to go. Ministry’s intimidating as it is by day let alone when everyone’s gussied up for a gala and there’s alcohol involved.”
“There’s still time for us to turn around.” Percival adds, discreetly brushing the back of his fingers against the curl of his palm. “No need to force yourself if you are afraid of facing them.”
Them, he says, them- those vocally opposed to not only his position as a clerk for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, but to his presence in general. An Obscurial, living and breathing and working amongst them.
Credence smiles, brushing off their worry with a shake of his head. “No, I want to do this.” His hands find theirs, and he tangles their fingers together like ivy twined on steady brick. “With you, I’m not afraid.”
Mid year writing round up!
Tagged by the lovely @angryzilla
I’ve basically not published anything this year because I’ve been working on my thesis.
Current word count for the year: About 10,000 in published fic and 5,000 of WIPs.
Number of stories (including drabbles) posted to ao3: 2!
Fandoms I wrote for: Fantastic Beasts and Black Sails.
Pairings I have written for: Gradence, Rilver.
Story with the most kudos: When The North Wind Blows - a story about Welsh magic and reunions.
Story with the most bookmarks: As above.
Story with the most subscriptions: Kinda irrelevant!
Story I’m most proud of: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - a fic about competition wizarding duelling for my beloved friend Nic.
What’s ahead: My WIP Black Sails fic, but post-thesis-hand-in, who knows?!
Tagging @reluming, @pineapplebread, anyone else who wants to!
LOKI 8D
i accidentally forgot i reblogged this and then went and made dinner fjdasfd i’m so sorry this is so late
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’refine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hotbut not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s a chaotic neutral pillow princess and i can respect thatworst quality: binch needs to stop dying he’s sendingme to an early graveship them with: thor, maybe steve, prev. tony, and recentlyfandral idk where that came from tbhbrotp them with: i’d love to see him with wanda or nebula!like pls get him some friendsneeds to stay away from: THANOSmisc. thoughts: i kinda wanted to give a joke answer here but i can’t i love my boy so much and i’m so proud of his character arc and how farhe’s come and the fact he died standing up to his tormenter and UGH. i have toomany emotions about loki tbh and one day i might be able to actually coherently talkabout them all, for now i’ll just be a mess about it
send me a character?
Modern!Newt falls in love with Graves when he watches him dance one evening at a wedding they're both invited to. He's ridiculous and that's the best thing ever.
Oh my god that’s perfect
Newt musters up the courage to invite him to dance when there’s a slow song. Graves blushes and stammers out a yeah, alright and Newt’s already, like, halfway in love with him for this.
The two of them getting closer during the dance. Graves nuzzling Newt’s neck (he’s touch-starved, the poor man) and saying, “You smell good.”
“Thank you,” Newt murmurs, amused.
“That was weird, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all. You smell very nice too. What cologne is it?”
“Invictus.”
Newt nods, the song comes to an end, but neither of them seem ready to let go of the other just yet. They spend the rest of the evening together, Graves drinks one glass too many of champagne, Newt suggests he drives him home and Percy falls asleep during the car ride. Newt feels almost guilty about waking him up when they’re in front of his house.
💕 Your two top fave fictional characters / 🕹 Video game you are currently playing /🌡 Fave season
💕 Your two top fave fictional characters
Ah, tricky question! There are so many!!!
Well, right now, Percival Graves is still my guy, and I can’t really see that changing anytime soon XD And going to another fandom to keep things a bit interesting... hmmmm, Obi-Wan? Or Remus? Or Thorin? Porthos from Musketeers? Choosing number 2 is proving to be very tricky!!
🕹 Video game you are currently playing
I don’t play any video games unfortunately. Sorry man.
🌡 Fave season
This turned out to be a bit trickier than I was expecting XD
Well, I’m from Brisbane. So here Summers are hot and we are wusses with the cold. So it’s between Autumn and Spring. I think I’m going to go with Spring. It just tends to last a bit longer than Autumn does and you really appreciate the nice whether when you know what’s coming for you XD
Sending you all the good things re: future and anxiety (knowing this all too well!). Have some soft Gramander with Newt leaving flowers in Graves' office every single morning. Nobody knows how, why, when, but he does, without fail. Graves can't help the gentle thud of his heart whenever they catch his eye.
I woke up to this softness and my heart fluttered gently when I think about Newt Apparating early to the Woolworth’s Building, a small bouquet of pink roses and carnations in his hand as he makes his way to Percival’s quiet office; smiling to himself when the ward let him in easily.
He places the flowers on top of Percival’s neat desk, hastily scrawling a note that says,
Good morning, my darling. You’ve enchanted me with your smile. So smile for me, love. — N.S
The bouquets keep appearing every morning without fail. Assorted of brightly coloured flowers that brighten up the otherwise stern interior of the office.
Even when Newt is not in town, the flowers will always be there to greet Percival when he comes to work every morning.
With the beauty of them, comes the appreciation. How utterly baffling it is to feel beautiful just to receive flowers from a man but Percival feels it. He feels loved too because he has never been courted like this before by anyone else.
And Newt isn’t just any man; whatever he does, he sincerely puts his whole heart into it and now Percival is ready for Newt to come back to town, to fall back into his arms so he can tell Newt that he loves him too.
Wholeheartedly; like flowers blooming wildly.
WIP Meme
Tagged by the lovely @angryzilla, and acting under the presumption that WIP means something that I have at least started writing.
Posted WIPs
Title: Hat Trick
The hockey AU that surprisingly a large number of people wanted? This started as a brain dump as “who would play what positions” and then I suddenly started writing Grindelwald and Graves staring each other down over this rookie. Bizarrely proud of this one.
Project Size: one chapter currently in beta, two to three more coming. Status: on-going Title: We Get What We Deserve
Credence Barebone is a Scourer, his magic ability honed into a weapon against wizardkind. When he gets sent after Percival Graves, however, everything gets called into question. Featuring: Squad as Family, a lot of Style and Angst and a plot which decided these two weren’t going to have time for sex until the epilogue. Project Size: Enormous Status: slowly on-going Unposted WIPs
Working Title: A Soul Like You Do
Graves’ heart stopped beating at the moment as he stared at the mark on his hand, the first words his soulmate would say to him. His soulmate, sixteen years younger than he was, deserving of protection, of kindness, of….love surely. Get away from me! Who he was destined to hurt. To terrify. So badly that their first words would be to beg him to go. Graves set his wand on his skin and forced his magic to overcome the new darkness laid into his skin, change it back to the mark-less space it used to be. His soulmate would be better off without him. And while there was nothing wrong with being mark-less, there was plenty wrong with being a monster. Project Size: six chapters, only one of which is written, four of which are plotted. Project Status: I have no idea. Whenever I finish the stuff currently on my plate. There is also a lot of Thesival planned which isn’t fleshed out enough for details including: 1) an irredeemably sad hanahaki fic
2) WWI Theseus and Graves meet the Harlem Hellfighters and learn how to dance (badly)
3) bittersweet WWI sex in a bombed out cathedral