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āShoutout to @duchasgraves and @loveisforchildren-percivalgraves and @@gravemagicks. Those three muns are wonderful. Their writing is fantastic in their own unique ways. They are all very A++ ā¤ļøā
Iām Still Here
@gravemagicks
What had just happened?
Beauās short term memory was fuzzy, confusing. He remembered fighting alongside his husband and a flash of lightābut there had been constant flashes of light from spells and hexes. Had one hit him?
And now he felt as though he were floating. Why?
His surroundings came into focus, andāoh. Oh no. No.
Beau was floating. High above the battle. And there, on the ground below him, he could see Percival kneeling, cradling what looked like...oh, Dieu misĆ©ricordieux, was that...him? No. No, that couldnātāit couldnāt beāit was. It was his body. Limp and lifeless, staring sightless at the sky.
That couldnāt be right. He couldnāt be dead. He wasnāt ready to die yet. He had toāhe couldnāt justā
In an instant, he was there with Percival, trying desperately to reconnect with his body somehow. But he couldnāt. Every attempt just went through the limp form lying in his husbandās arms. He couldnāt even touch Percival without his hands slipping through his shoulder, his arm.
āNo no no no no no no...ā
He couldnāt be dead. He couldnāt be. Their anniversary was tomorrow. Heād had plansĀ for it. Heād had so much he wanted to do for Percival--so much to do with Percival. This couldnāt be the end. He couldnāt be dead.
And Percival...Dieu misĆ©ricordieux, he was shattered. Beau could see his husbandās heart breaking, could almost feel the shards of it pierce him. And his surroundings were starting to fade away again.
āNo no no...Percival, mon vaillant, Iām here. Iām still here. Iām right here beside you. Please, mon vaillant, please hear me. Please look at me. See me. Iām right here. Iām not gone. Iām not--please donāt let me fade like this. Please.ā
Could spirits cry? Could they shed tears? He couldnāt remember ever seeing the ghosts at Hogwarts crying. But he felt like he was crying. And he knew he would be if he was back in his body.
Then it all faded away.
Beau didnāt know how much time had passed when he could see his surroundings again. When he realized he hadnāt faded from the world entirely and gone wherever the spirits who didnāt become ghosts went to. But he knew it had to have been a day, at least, because instead of the street where heād been last--where heād died--he now found himself at home, in the doorway between the foyer and the den of his and Percivalās apartment, looking into the den.
He turned at the sound of the front door opening, and his heart hurt to see Percival cross the threshold, looking so very worn out.
So it was still possible for a heart to break after it had stopped beating.
From the look of it, Percival had just returned from a funeral. From Beauās funeral, no doubt. And Beauās heart shattered anew upon the realization.
He wanted so badly to hold his husband, to comfort him--but how could he, when he couldnāt even touch him? Still, it hurt too much to see his beloved so grief-stricken, so exhausted, and to not even attempt the semblance of comfort. So when Percival sank to the sofa and dropped his head into his hands, Beau sat beside him--how strange that he could stand on the floor and sit on the sofa without sinking through them--and wrapped his arms as close around his belovedās shoulders as he could without sliding through him.
āI wish you could see me, mon vaillant. Wish I could speak and have you hear me, touch and have you feel my touch. I wish there was some way I could let you know...Iām still here, mon amour, mon vaillant. Iām still with you, I promise. Iām not gone. Iām--Iām...dead, but Iām not gone. Iām still here.ā
He carded a hand through Percivalās hair and pressed a kiss to his temple. Or rather, performed some approximation of the gestures, at least.
Oh, how he wished there was some way to come back from this. Some way to turn back time, to stop his own death from happening. But there wasnāt. Going back was only possible for the living, and could have very dangerous results, and though there were the few rare wizards known to have extended their own lives, no one had ever successfully brought the dead back to life--and who knew what dire consequences could come of that? So Beau would settle for this vague approximation of life. He would settle for being a spirit, unseen, unheard, unfelt, so long as it meant he could stay with Percival. So long as his husband would not be alone.
Tag Game
rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better!
tagged by @gravemagicks
relationship status:Ā Married, polyamorous and have a crush on someone. favourite colour: probably Red lipstick or chapstick: uh, I donāt wear either except chapstick when my lips are super dry? but only when it gets to the point of like, bleeding. last song you listened to: Not In Love - Crystal Castles (ft. Robert Smith) last movie you watched:Swiss Army Man, would recommend.
top 3 characters: Newt Scamander | Lance McClain | Viktor Nikiforov
top 3 ships:Ā Gramander |Klance | Otayuri | VictuuriĀ
i couldnāt choose just three books you are currently reading: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Making my own revisions cause its so. Bare.Ā top 5 musicals: Wicked | Sweeny Todd | Sound of Music | Lion King | Mulan? I mean it has singing and is the best movie ever so...
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Twice Shy
@gravemagicks
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A new scent caught Beauās attention as he approached: Blood. Fresh blood. The intruder upon his packās territory was injured. That could mean heād been followedāthough it was a rare occasion when any human entered Thornclaw Packās territory, even when chasing another.
The man sat awkwardly in the grass, half curled around a bundle held tight to his chest. A bundle from which Beauās sharp ears caught the sound of soft whimpering, and from which the first scent heād caughtāthat scent that smelled so alike to Belleāsāseemed to originate.
A pup. A newborn pup. Only a day old, at most, judging by the scent.
Why was the pup not with its mother, if it was not even a day old? Where was Belle, if not with this pup that must have belonged to her? And why had this manāa Druid, if the petrichor scent of magic that clung to him was to be believedābrought the pup here, to Thornclaw territory, rather than wherever Belle had taken up residence after her banishment?
Only a few feet away, now, Beau purposefully trod upon a fallen branch to alert the Druid of his and his scoutsā presenceāas the man seemed entirely preoccupied with the pup in his arms.
And if that didnāt catch his attention, the sharp cracking and reforming of Beauās bones as he melted from lupine to human form certainly would.
āWhat is your business in Thornclaw territory, Druid?ā he demanded quietly.Ā āAnd why do you bear a newborn pup who smells of my sister?ā
Not Theirs Yet
Beau couldnāt stay holed up in his nest with Percival for much longer. A little more than a week--the duration of a heat or rut--was all that could really be allowed for the chieftain of a flock to stay away from their duties. He didnāt want to leave Percival alone when he was still exhibiting heat symptoms--whatever Grindelwald had done to him was really messing with the poor Omegaās system--but he couldnāt leave his flock without their chieftain.
He had maybe a day or two before he absolutely had to get back to work. For the moment, he would do his best to keep Percival comfortable and help him through what he could.
Beau glanced over his shoulder with a fond smile at the Omega sleeping in his bed. He knew it was dangerous territory to have grown fond of Percival so quickly, but could he really be blamed for it? Heād just spent a week with Percival. A week of constant contact and intimacy--and, quite frankly, amazing sex after Percival had gotten sufficient rest for Beau to allow it.
It was going to be tough to let Percival go when he eventually had to. After all, the other Alphas would want their turn with their war prize.
Beau just wasnāt ready to give him up yet.
Not so Dead and Gone
@gravemagicks
Beau pressed the heel of his palm against the scar on his throat with a grimace. The damn thing throbbed as though it had a life of its own, and he knew he was getting close to his latest mark. And, if he was lucky, closer to the vengeance he so desired.
Vengeance. Revenge. It wasnāt a thing heād ever imagined himself pursuing. The man heād once been wasnāt vengeful. Not until--
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to stave off the tears he could feel burning behind his eyelids, his hand drifting to close around the watch in his pocket. Percivalās pocketwatch. The one heād charmed to correspond to his two-way mirror. The glass was cracked, and the hands no longer moved around the watch face. It hadnāt worked since President Picquery had returned it to him.
āPercy would have wanted you to have it back,ā sheād told him.
Beau couldnāt bring himself to try to fix it.
Ā His current companions--though he couldnāt really call them good company--didnāt get why he carried the broken watch with him everywhere, checking it every so often as though it might start ticking away again if he just looked at it often enough. They thought heād gone off the rails. They didnāt care, though, as long as he pulled his weight. They didnāt understand. It was his anchor.
It wasnāt only vengeance he sought--it was closure.
It had been two years since heād lost the man he loved--lost him to a foe Beau couldnāt even remember. Percival was gone, and Beau had no memory of what had happened. All heād been left with was the imprint of a vampireās fangs in his flesh and a hole in his heart where once there had been love.
Two years of hunting, searching for answers, and he was no closer to them than when heād started.
His latest lead had brought him to a little town in the West German Rhineland, where heād met up with a group of vampire hunters heād worked with periodically since leaving MACUSA. Theyād heard the same stories he had regarding the area. Tales of a vicious killer slaughtering people and livestock, savaging them and leaving them drained of blood. The townsfolk didnāt seem all that concerned, though. They simply continued on with their lives as though it wasnāt obvious there was a vampire residing in the fortress across the field from the edge of town. Those heās spoken with even seemed...grateful to the creature.
Beau suspected they were in the vampireās thrall.
His companions werenāt willing to investigate the fortress at night, saying it was better to go in during the daylight, when their prey was weaker. Beau, however, wasnāt about to wait.
No Jot of Blood
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Hearing his words so quietly repeated, seeing Percivalās features return to their usual apparently human state, Beau relaxed slightly.
But he froze as Percivalās hand grasped his wrist, every instinct suddenly screaming,Ā āRun! Danger!ā and, for that briefest instant, Beau feared a trap. That the huntersā arrival had somehow thrust his beloved into some untrusting and untrustworthy state. But, no, Percivalās grip was loose, tentative, the light caress of his thumb gentle, and Percivalās gaze was as confused and frightened as his own. This was no trick, no trap.
āOh, merci Dieu.ā Beau went almost completely slack in relief, his head falling to Percivalās shoulder with a heavy sigh, and he stayed like that for a good, long moment.
Until a soft whimper from behind him reminded Beau of exactly why heād had to pin Percival in the first place.
He turned to the girl--and, oh, Dieu misĆ©ricordieux, the fear and confusion and concern in Veliaās dark, violet eyes was absolutely heartbreaking. Beau crossed to her and knelt, reaching up to gently cup her face in his hands.
āAre you all right, minette?ā
Velia nodded, sniffling. For all that sheād grown in the few years since Beau had seen her last, she was still just a child--and a horribly frightened one, at that.Ā āYouāre hurt.ā
As though her words had summoned it, pain flared in Beauās injured arm, but he ignored it.Ā āIāll be all right, minette. But what are you doing here, Velia? And why with a pack of hunters?ā
āI wanted--I had to find you. I couldnāt stand not knowing any more. Why youād left, where youād gone. A-and theyād seemed to--to know you. I didnāt think--didnāt expect...ā Her tearful gaze moved from Beauās face to fix on Percival over his shoulder.Ā ā...Percy?ā
Prizes of War
@gravemagicks
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āThatās it, easy now,ā Beau crooned.Ā āKeep breathing nice and slow, little Omega.ā His grip on the Omegaās nape loosened, turned into a soft, repetitive stroke from the base of his skull to the top of his shoulders.Ā āThere you go. Thatās a good boy.ā
Seeing the submission in the Omegaās posture and hearing that soft whimper and whine, the urge to protect protect protect reared its head, and a rumbling sound akin to a purr started in his chest.
āThere you go. Now, Iāve shared my name with you, little Omega. Mind returning the favour and telling me yours?ā