Oct 21, 2015
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! i hope you have an amazingly fantastic day and there are crunchy leaves to step on and sunshine to make your day brighter and a big cup of your favorite drink to enjoy!
thank you, beautiful!! <3
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annie’s birthday drabbles: 5/5
leoanya
his eyes shot open as he gasped for air, sitting upright in bed. his body was drenched in sweat, and leo grasped the shirt he was wearing by the collar and tugged it over his head. he discarded it by the side of the bed, still feeling sticky while his heart raced a mile a minute against his chest.
“leo?”
he turned his head as anya sat up, a wave of relief and shock washing over him. the dream – no, nightmare – still was so vivid in his head, flashes of anya crying and disappearing through a door playing over and over again.
“what’s wrong? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” anya leaned over, resting her hand on his elbow cautiously. “you haven’t actually, have you? you said that poltergeist problem was fixed.”
she was taken aback as leo’s lips crashed against hers, his arms wrapping around her body tightly. as he broke away, his hold on her didn’t loosen, only tightening as he buried his face in her neck.
anya looked around the room with a sigh, scratching her fingers through his hair soothingly. “do you wanna talk about it?”
“you had left me,” he mumbled against her skin, finding himself unable to look at her directly. “it was the night of that gala at the ministry… and we argued… and when I told you I loved you, you just left.”
anya leaned away until she could see his face, a frown etched into her features. “that didn’t happen, leo.”
he shook his head, looking away from her. “I know. but it felt so real. and it just kept going. after we broke up you started seeing some Russian guy you had gone to the gala with and… it kept being written about in witch weekly and there were pictures of you two and I was just… alone.”
“you’re not alone,” she whispered softly, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. she hadn’t seen him this distraught before, not since he had broken up with her at Hogwarts. “you know none of that’s not true. we were both at the gala but we didn’t talk to each other until after, when I met you at your house.”
leo glanced at her, still vigorously shaking his head. “you don’t get it. it felt… it still feels… it felt so real.”
“it’s not, leo,” she snapped, the anger in her voice gathering his full attention. “you had a bad nightmare, but it’s not real. I love you. I love you, and only you.”
“okay,” he whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I love you too.”
she smiled grimly at him, wrapping her arms around him once again. “do you want me to make you some tea?”
“no,” he answered, shaking his head. “can you just stay here with me?”
“sure,” she kissed him gently, stroking a hand through his hair. “how about you owl into work tomorrow, and I stay with you all day? you can make us that really good potato soup recipe for lunch.”
“really?”
“yeah, I can move my schedule around.”
“I love you,” he breathed as he settled back against the pillows, pulling anya with him. he couldn’t afford to take a day off, but he wanted to keep her to himself as long as he could just to make sure he had actually woken up from his nightmare.
anya laid her head on his chest, nodding her head as her eyes fell shut, “I know. now get some sleep.”
annie’s birthday drabbles: 4/5
leoanya
“gross, you just got sand all over my towel!”
leo barely made the effort to show any guilt on his face, leaning down instead to press a kiss into her cheek. “sorry. did you want me to get you a drink?”
anya shrugged, turning her attention to evie playing in the sand a few feet away from them. she could hear leo rummaging through her purse that was sat next to the lounge chair, inevitably looking for his wallet that he’d stuffed in there against her protests.
“is that a no?” he was straightening up, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.
“ice cream!” evie waddled in their direction, scooped up quickly into leo’s arms.
“yeah, we’re getting you ice cream, munchkin.” he grinned, kissing the tip of the toddler’s nose before his gaze returned to anya. “anything?”
“maybe just some cold water,” anya said softly, reaching down to grab evie’s discarded, floppy hat. “put this on her. I saw photographers hanging around earlier.”
she watched as leo’s features noticeably hardened, but he only nodded and settled the hat on top of evie’s head. he took off across the beach in search of the food stands, and anya could tell that despite his attempts to entertain evie, he was keeping his eye out for any pesky photographers, despite france’s strict anti-paparazzi laws.
when a shadow was cast over her, anya squinted her eyes open, bringing a hand up to shield her vision from the sun. she hadn’t even realized she had dozed off under the warmth of the sun, but she was more concerned now with the melted, sticky ice cream covering evie’s entire body. “did she even eat the ice cream?”
leo laughed, turning his head to look at their now chocolate covered daughter “I think so,” he replied as he settled onto the lounge chair next to hers, resting evie between his legs. “do you have wet wi-“
before he had even finished his sentence, anya was placing a wet wipe into his hands. “of course I do. between the two of you, I need one hundred a week.” she was smiling as she spoke, however, watching as leo carefully wiped the chocolate from evie’s face and arms. “did you get water?”
leo nodded silently, nodding his head in the direction of the water bottles he’d tossed into the sand between their chairs.
“really?” she grumbled, leaning down and scraping the sand off of the bottle she picked up. “were there any photographers?”
“none that I saw, thankfully.” he smoothed evie’s hair down before reaching for his phone, checking his notifications quickly.
anya hummed, reaching across to pluck leo’s phone from his fingertips. he stopped mid-sigh as he realized she was only wanting to take a picture of him and evie, smiling as he rolled his eyes.
“do you want to order room service tonight?”
leo shrugged, leaning back against the lounge and reaching back to adjust the umbrella over their chairs. “yeah. a quiet night in sounds perfect.”
she smiled, stretching a hand out to squeeze leo’s before she stood up. “I’m going to go in the water. want me to take evie?”
he nodded, happy to pass over the squirming toddler who wasn’t in the mood for a nap. “do you think they have frozen in French?”
as anya started towards the water, she shook her head with a laugh. “god, I hope not! can you take some pictures before you fall asleep? I want to post some on instagram.”
he nodded with a resigned sigh, getting up just as soon as he had gotten comfortable.
annie’s birthday drabbles: 3/5
anton + aleksei + anya
“there are gnomes in the garden! there are gnomes in the garden!”
anton looked up from his paperwork, eyes flashing angrily as the door was flown open and two little pairs of legs came charging into his office.
aleksei and anya skidded to a halt in front of his desk, their faces flushed and hair ruffled from hours of playing out in the gardens.
“what are you doing in here?” he questioned with a scowl, setting his quill down as his gaze automatically fell upon his son.
the children had the audacity to look guilty, but rather than apologizing and leaving, anya took a bold step closer. “uncle, there are gnomes in the garden and our mothers went shopping with the babies.”
“then ask your nanny.”
“she went too.”
anton looked around the room incredulously, throwing his hands into the air. what good was having a nanny or mothers if they still left him alone with two children? “fine. where are the gnomes?”
aleksei and anya looked delighted as they led him down the stairs and out into the gardens, pointing excitedly at every shrub they passed.
“I guess they were all scared away when you came outside, uncle. they knew you’d throw them away,” anya proposed innocently as anton straightened up for the tenth time, having found none of the mentioned gnomes.
“surely,” he grumbled, wiping the dirt from the knees of his pants before pointing to the house. “go inside, and play quietly in aleksei’s room.”
both of the children pouted, turning obediently. anton followed them, but nearly toppled over anya as she stopped to look up at him.
“we’re supposed to have a tea party in the dining room, though. dotty was setting one up for us.”
“have the elf set it up in the room then.”
“but she’s already done, look!”
anton looked up to see the mentioned house elf standing at the back doors, tea towel folded neatly over her arm.
“please, uncle.”
between anya’s pleadings and aleksei’s begging pout, anton struggled to find the power to say the word no. he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance before giving his nod of approval. “fine.”
twin smiles broke out on their faces as they began to ran in the direction of the dining room. he planned on returning to his office and locking the door, but as he passed by, both children looked at him with interest.
“uncle, it’s time for tea,” anya proclaimed, pointing a finger at one of the spare chairs at the children’s-sized table.
“I don’t have time for a tea party,” he objected, turning his gaze upon his son once again. “and neither do you aleksei. tea parties aren’t for boys.”
aleksei’s face fell, but anya was quick to interject, “yes they are. boys need to learn manners too or else no one will want to marry them. so they learn at tea parties. us girls teach them.”
he watched his niece with interest, finding a smile crossing his face despite his annoyance. “teach aleksei what you know, then,” he proposed as he approached the table, seating himself awkwardly.
a pleased grin spread over anya’s face, and she set straight into describing tea party etiquette. anton remained for the duration of her lesson, interjecting only when she hesitated, or when aleksei failed to follow her instructions exactly.
annie’s birthday drabbles: 2/5
lizzie/anton
lizzie exhaled as her eyes took in the painting before her, attempting to distinguish all of the strokes and colors crowding the majority of the image. she furrowed her eyebrows a little more with each passing moment she looked at it, turning her head to look at the other gallery pieces scattered throughout the room.
her gaze stopped on the only other person in the room, an older man staring just as intently at a painting as she must have just been doing with this one. he didn’t look lonely, but the stiffness in his posture and the hard lines of his face hardly made him a welcoming sight. she threw another look around before she spun on her heel, quietly making her way over to the painting he was occupying.
he didn’t pay her any attention as she approached and stood beside him, either lost in thought or determined to ignore her.
“I think the artist was going through a very stressful part of their life when they painted these,” she said softly, her eyes drifting from the painting before them to the man on her right. she was taken aback by the way her voice seemed to echo throughout the empty gallery, despite her attempt to whisper.
the man’s head turned a fraction of an inch, taking her in from the corner of his eyes. “why would you say that?” he questioned, the roughness of his Russian accent making her forget how her voice functioned for a few moments.
she cleared her throat, settling her eyes on the painting that nearly looked identical to the other. “there’s clearly a lot of pain and confusion in all of these pieces. everything is so cluttered, like they’ve lost control of everything. it’s like looking into their brain.” lizzie’s head tilted to the side, her lips curving up in a sad smile.
the man beside her did not reply, and she turned to look at him once again, she felt her heart drop at the way the features of the man had fallen from one that felt stiff to a softened frown and pained eyes.
“that’s what I love about art. everyone can find a way to relate to it, even if it’s sad,” lizzie paused, waiting for a reaction from him. when he didn’t speak, she continued, “i’ve felt like this before. I don’t like to tell people about it, but I don’t think anyone likes to talk about it. my boyfriend feels like this right now, I think. he’d never admit it, but I can tell he’s having a really hard time getting his life back together. it’s hard for both of us.”
“that’s life,” the man responded gruffly. his answer only brought a gentle smile to lizzie’s lips, and she nodded.
“I guess so. it doesn’t make it any easier, though. we shouldn’t always have to act like we’re invincible.”
the man met her gaze for the first time since she had wandered over, and lizzie found it difficult to read the look on his face. she found it difficult to hold his gaze for too long, and she soon dropped her eyes to the watch on her wrist.
“I need to go to work. thank you for listening. it’s nice to talk with other art lovers sometimes.” lizzie offered the man a smile, starting to turn away. “if you ever want to talk art, I work at that café near gringotts. I make a mean coffee, as well.”
she gave the man a small wave, and as she walked away, she could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile cross his face.