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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Because, it was a long standing, ingrained fact of existence that when one laid plans, Theseus Scamander would upend them, in a typically dramatic fashion.
Percival should have remembered and realised this, before the elder Scamander ambushed him with a semi-friendly knock to the head while Percival was in the middle of figuring out his apology speech.
“You’re a bloody idiot, you know that?”
Percival only gaped, imagining he looked rather stupid as Theseus went on.
“In my defense, you said some pretty creepy things, and I know I’m overprotective but he’s my little brother you know, and have you seen him, I need to-”
Instead of the large, full body gestures which usually accompanied Theseus’ speech, his hands twisted and fidgeted in tight, quick movements. His eyes darted about, unable to look directly at Percival where on an ordinary day he would fix his attention solely on his audience. His rambling went on, cutting himself off as though unsure of himself.
In short, Theseus was acting like Newt.
And Percival had became fluent enough in the ways of the Scamanders to understand what it meant; Theseus, bold, confident, arrogant Theseus, was nervous.
“Theese” Percival said, deciding to throw the boy a rope, “Thank you.”
Theseus swallowed, finally looking directly at his friend.
“Yeah, well” Theseus said, before his voice took on the faux casualness of his familiar story telling style “You know Newt had a scare the other day? Apparently Pickett went missing for a few hours, Newt went spare worrying about him, when all of a sudden he’s back in the dorms like he was never gone, being the usual clingy lest. Newt didn’t really care about the how, he was just glad Pickett was safe. But you know me, I love a mystery.” With a sigh, he fell into the seat beside Percival. “See, if someone goes to the trouble of saving one of my brothers creatures, when we didn’t even know he was in trouble, and doesn’t even claim the glory for it, that tells me something.” He held Percival’s gaze. “That tells me that more than anything they just want my brother to be happy. Chasing after a Bowtruckle into the forest? I don’t think any of my little tests can beat that.”
“Theseus, I-”
“I guess I can’t be the scary big brother forever.”
There were no words to be found, in that moment. But Percival's kind was happy enough to direct him into throwing an arm around Theseus, before slapping him upside the had.
“I missed you,” he said, “you big drama queen.”
Yeah, yeah” Theseus said, shaking him off a though he could shake off the moment with him, “But more importantly- Peeves has had the upperhand with your absence, and I’ve had some ideas…”
***
One childish farting charm and a stern talking to from both their headmasters later, Percival finally found time to seek Newt out. He found him, huddled under their favourite tree out in the grounds. His head bent over a book so that his face was mostly obscured by curls, which Pickett was enthastically trying to groom
Percival breathed in, steadying himself. He could do this; He had the speech all prepared in his head, created with just the right amount of casualness and romance. He could be smooth, suave and confident, Newt would-
Newt tipped his head up to try focus his eyes on the Bowtruckle now dangling over his forehead, a bright smile on his face.
It was like the sun had dawned, flowers were blooming and the world was made of rainbows, for Percival to see that smile after so long.
Nope.
With a gulp, he turned and ran for it in the opposite direction.
Not today.
***
That didn’t count as a real attempt, Percival told himself as he stalked the corridors later. It wasn’t like he planned on spilling all his long hidden feelings after seeing the boy for the first time in weeks.
And definitely not when his heart had been caught off guard like that.
No, he needed a methodical, perfectly planned approach. Something guaranteed to make sure Newt knew just how much he cared without making the other boy uncomfortable.
And he would come up with a tremendous one.
Any moment now.
“You’re scaring the first years.” Tina’s voice cut into his circuitous brooding. “I thought you’d be in a better mood now you’re back in the Scamander’s good books.”
“It was only Theseus that was mad, Newt was-”
“Newt’s too sweet to be at anyone if it’s not over his creatures, I know.” Tina said, “You know he stayed up all night to help me look after Hettie when she was sick? I didn’t even have to ask before he came over.”
A pause.
“I love him so much.”
“Me too.” Tina replied. “Now when are you going to put all your admirers out of their misery and ask him to the ball?”
“I’m planning on it-”
“When?”
“I just, need it to go well. A lot of things could go wrong…”
“Like what?”
“What if he says no? Or he could be really uncomfortable and say yes when he doesn’t want to. He might hate me, or tell Theseus and he’ll decide to kill me after all or-”
Tina put her hand on his shoulder, cutting him off abruptly.
“You’re an idiot.” She said, bluntly. “You are going to go up to him and just tell him that you wanna go with him to the Ball. The worst thing is he’ll say no and you’ll have to deal with it for a while. The best thing is he’ll say yes and you’ll be helplessly, disgustingly in love the entire night of Yule Ball and the rest of your lives. You just gotta ask yourself if it’s worth the risk.”
“Ok, but what if-”
“Percival, for Merlin’s sake, just go ask him!”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)The second attempt, Percival had decided, would be to just see how it went. He’d known Newt for months, and become close friends with him without any elaborate plans. All he needed to do was let things take their natural course, as they had been doing, and not worry too much.
By the time he found Newt again his chest felt so tight it might explode. The sweat, too, was doing nothing for his appearance.
“Ah, Percival! I haven’t seen you in ages!”
Newt bounded over, hand gripping Percival’s elbow and already excitedly filling him in on all that had happened in the past few weeks. The familiar babble seemed to reach out to his hammering heart and soothe it, and before long Percival found himself smiling as wide as Newt did.
And just like that, Percival wondered how he had been worried at all, when being with Newt like this was always so easy.
He could feel the way his eyes softened when they looked at Newt, probably finishing the disgustingly loving look on his face, and he didn’t care at all. Merlin, he had missed Newt so much.
“I talked to the centaurs, you know, they were very impressed by you.” Newt continued, Percival only just managing to fully understand again.
“I think that’s all thanks to you, really.” He said. Newt ducked his head, snorting.
“Nonsense. I just helped a smidge, everyone knows you’re the brave one.”
Here was his opening-a chance to let Newt know how much he admired him.
“I don’t think that, you’re very-”
His brain came to a halt.
Brave. He just needed to say Newt was brave.
But wasn’t that a little patronising, just repeating back what Newt said? He needed to come up with a different word.
“W-when you’re, you know, with your creatures, you… you’re not-”
Oh Merlin his mouth needed to stop this instant.
“Percival,” Newt cut him off, “Are you trying to tell me you think I’m brave?”
“Yes.”
Newt smiled again.
“Thank you.”
Newt, I-” Percival began, only to find his mind was still stuck in the same queue like earlier. Merlin knows what might come out this time. “Ihavetogoseeyoulater.”
He turned and left before he could do anymore damage.
On the bright side, all this running would be good practice for when Theseus changed his mind and came to avenge his brother’s virtue.
***
“I can’t do this, it’s too much.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“I’m never gonna be able to ask him.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Theseus, you have to help me. You’re his brother, surely you know him better than anyone.”
“Very true.” Theseus said, languidly reaching over Percival’s knees to grab some more bertie’s beans from the table. “But I don’t see why I have to help you.”
Percival glared at his friend from where he laid sprawled on the other side of the settee, legs comfortably tangled over each other.
“You said you wanted me and Newt together. That I’d proven myself.”
Theseus shrugged.
“I said I’d allow it, I’m not helping you steal my brother away from me. Plus, it’s hilarious to hear from Newt just how badly you’re doing at the whole wooing thing.”
“You’re an absolute wanker, Theseus Scamander.”
“Thank you, I-Gagh!”
Percival was not a childish man, but when your best friend has left such an opening when mocking you, you had to take advantage. He took hold of Theseus’ left foot, dangled over his thigh, and tickled it mercilessly. The older Scamander gave a high pitched, very unmanly giggle. Percival didn’t relent, noticing how Carmen and her friends had definitely noticed and were laughing among themselves.
Served him right.
Theseus, not to be outdone, launched himself upright, trying to tackle Percival backwards and free his foot. Whilst the tickling stopped, it only led to his face being squashed between Percival’s paws. Soon, both boys were rolling on the floor of the common room, insults coming from the both of them whilst a few spectators egged them on.
“Percival! Are you trying to kill my brother?”
Both boys paused-Theseus’ head squashed against the floor, and Percival with two fingers up his nose, to look at Newt.
“I didn’t say to stop.”
Theseus made a noise of anguish , slightly smothered by the wooden floor, while Percival laughed in reply.
“You’re quite sure? You probably still need him for something, pathetic and useless as he is.”
“I suppose,” Newt sighed, “You better let him up before he gets truly upset. Honestly, you two are alone for 5 minutes and this happens.”
“Ah little brother,” Theseus said, scrambling upwards as soon as Percival released him to bound over to Newt and pull him into a hug. Newt pulled a face, mouthing ‘help’ towards Percival. “You’d miss me when I’m gone! Who else would you have to protect you from all those nasty, creepy tossers who want to ask you to the ball? ” Theseus continue, looking Percival in the eye as he nuzzled his face into Newt’s curls. Bloody asshole, he mentally began listing all the hexes and curses he knew that Theseus needed to be introduced to, if he thought-
“I’d have Percy, of course.”
Oh.
Theseus pulled away, gasping in a mockery of hurt.
“I’m far better than Percy, you can’t possibly prefer him!”
Newt shrugged, a wicked smile catching on his lips.
“And which one of you won the second task, and which one had to be rescued when he got lost?”
Percival barely held back his laughter-somehow that story had yet to come up in his and Theseus’ catch ups. The man himself sputtered, before launching into a passionate, loud tirade. Percival turned, laughter still hanging on his face, to find Newt already looking at him.
Oh.
It still shocked him, the little moments when Newt caught him off-guard enough that his breath stuttered for a moment, and he felt that lost, adoring expression fade onto his face as naturally as his heart beat. It was as though, after all these months, he was still surprised to look across and see someone like Newt was in his life.
So- Oh.
“I think you upset him.”
“He’ll get over it, I’m sure.” Newt said, eyes still fixed on Percival’s. “I was being honest, though,”
Oh.
Before, he had been scornful to think that there would be a ‘moment’ where he would ask Newt to the ball, believing that it would be his own courage that would make it rather than waiting for it. But this, this felt right.
“Newt, I-”
A pillow flew across the room and hit Percival square in the face.
Theseus laughed, catching himself when Percival turned to him with a murderous expression on his face.
Merlin damnit.
The other boy barely had time to begin fleeing before Percival tore after him, mind now only filled with the thought of tearing Theseus Scamander limb from limb. Behind them, Newt sighed to no one.
“I’m going to Tina’s.”
No one heard him.
***
Thank you again so so much for all the lovely comments! I apologise for the mix up with the chapters, I got confused with where to reply.
Finally, Newt’s back after 2 chapters! Damnit Theseus, let your brother have some screen time.
I’m dedicating this fic to my friends who have had to put up with the exact same shit from me for the past few weeks. Projecting your emotions onto fanfic is fun and therapeutic,
Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)I hope Percival will ask Newt out before someone else does it. There was enough of angst, please don't do that ;u;