#pernsy

[fleurmiones]

There are cemeteries that are lonely,

graves full of bones that do not make a sound,

the heart moving through a tunnel,

in it darkness, darkness, darkness,

like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,

as though we were drowning inside our hearts,

as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

Pablo Neruda, "Nothing But Death"

Percy Weasley/Pansy Parkinson

[festivedizzee-blog]

percy x pansy anything???

,,,,,,you understand me anon. on a deep level. this is a modern royalty au because why the fuck not and also I combined this with the @slytherdornet winter challenge!!!

Percy is the third son of Arthur and Molly Weasley and, therefore, the third in line for the throne of a relatively tiny country who’s main export is trash

Pansy is the only daughter of Lord Parkinson. A wealthy, influential man with a taste for extravagant middle age tapestry

Pansy is betrothed to Draco, the crown prince, and while it’s not the worst thing to happen to her it’s certainly not the best either because sure Draco’s good looking but she’s known him since she was a child and he’s like her brother and as the queen she’s going to be expected to provide heirs and even thinking about having sex with Draco feels incestuous

So.

They meet at the annual Christmas ball.

The Weasley’s being invited is a formality to keep up appearances and the Weasley’s showing up is out of pure spite and Percy knows he’s the least favourite of the Weasley children to the public.

Bill is good looking and charming and Charlie is exciting and athletic and the twins are good natured and always laughing and Ron is friends with one of the most famous people in the kingdom and Ginny is the only girl.

But Percy is too uptight, too serious, too focused on work to be popular and he’s fine with it he really is but sometimes it feels like no matter what he doesn’t it won’t be right

Bumping into the future queen and spilling fruit punch all down the front of her dress that probably cost more than his family’s entire kingdom definitely doesn’t fall into the category of right

He apologizes profusely, of course. Stumbling over his words like he’d been drinking vodka straight from the bottle, and she simply laughed.

It was simultaneously sugary sweet and magnificently malicious and Percy wondered for an instant if she was gonna to threaten him or kiss him

She didn’t do either.

Instead she took him by the arm, the red stain on her emerald green dress still drying, and dragged him onto the balcony and down the stairs into the snow-coated gardens

"I was looking for a reason to escape."

He questioned, briefly, the validity of dragging a near strange alone into the cold because they’d ruined your dress as an excuse, but he didn’t dare mention it.

He followed her through the gardens, marvelling at the sheer amount of effort it would have taken to put up all the decorations, and took the place she offered on the bench next to him

He’d heard a lot of things about the queen-to-be, as most people had, and few of the stories flying about had been flattering

But as he looked at her, her cobalt blue eyes and sharp nose illuminated by the sparkling white lights on the tree in the centre of the courtyard, he realized she didn’t care what others thought. That she probably never had

Talking to her in any sort of coherent manner got easier when she brushed off his offer of replacing her dress and that’s what they did. Sat there and talked

Her dry wit and obvious intelligence were intriguing. This was the girl the tabloids had claimed vain and ditzy, but she was clearly neither. And beyond that, she listened to him.

Percy wasn’t used to people listening to him

They stayed there until the sun started to rise, dusting the snow covered hedges with golden light, and if they kissed, once, under the mistletoe beneath the arch entryway well, that was simply tradition.