#untiltheendstarter

[alectoxcarrows-blog]

“-I’d like a word.”

[archived-declan-wood-blog]

With Oliver on his lap, Declan sat studying in a coffee shoppe. Giving Doni a bit of time to herself, considering he had been away with quidditch, he decided to spend some quality time just him and his nearly two year old. As Dec glanced over the introduction to wizard healing and anatomy book, Oliver tossed a toy, giggling and anxiously wanting to play. “Oi, thanks,” he smiled grasping the toy back in his hand. “Looks like he’s about as brilliant at studying as I am.”

[mrymacdonvld]

“i’m trying to read, what could you possibly want?”

[mrymacdonvld]

“yes, i just had sex in that broom closest, he’s left and i don’t need anyone’s view on it so you can stop staring and go about your day before i hex you for taking such an interest in me.”

[archived-declan-wood-blog]

{{ @adoniagreengrass }}

Bulgaria, France, Spain, South Africa, then, finally back home. He had been away too long and despised it. Feeling as though he was missing nearly everything. Everything new Oliver got to experience, he didn’t witness, every moment Adonia had with the shoppe, he lost. Declan was beginning to wonder after two years with Puddlemere if it was all worth it in the end. His dream had always been to play Quidditch professionally, but now it was to raise his family. 

Kicking off his shoes their cottage smelled of home. He smiled, a thick collection of beard on his cheeks and chin. He wondered if he’d be greeted with malice or kindness after his time away. But all his thoughts left the moment he saw his perfect wife in their kitchen. 

Three years ago had you told him he would be married with a son he’d thought you were crazy. Two years, had you told him Adonia could cook...well, you would have to be mad. Walking up behind her he placed his arms around her from behind pressing his face to her neck and littering it with kisses along her shoulder. Holding her close he smiled to her skin, “Hello my love..”

[archived-declan-wood-blog]

“To tell you the truth, I quite like London much more than Bulgaria. Too bloody cold.” The Beater explained over a pint. “How’ve you been, hm?”

[mrymacdonvld]

“what? i wasn’t paying attention can you repeat that?”