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Working at an escape room as my day job is bizarre because from time to time I'll have to be like, Sorry everyone! Can't go out tonight. I've got Puzzle⢠due at 9. How is this real? I feel like some childrens toy making up a profession lol
You mentioned a Perciver fic?đŻ
Where can I read it?? I LOVE Perciver! Where do you write it? Or draw? Lovely art by the way, Percy look adorable in the drawing, why he beaten up tho?
I did! Thank you so much for asking đ These comics will illustrate a couple of small scenes from my ongoing Perciver fic The Liminality of Insignificance.
Current WC: 14K Quick Tags: Character study, Percy Weasley-centric, Awkwardness, Tension, misunderstandings, Slow burn but also some weird third thing, Prisoner of Azkaban.
"The ocean view outside the window pane was beautiful. He had never liked the train ride, but even he could admit the view was indescribable.
But it was just water.
It wasnât nearly deep, nor vast enough to escape the irrevocable way Oliver's eyes crossed the distance. Entirely inconsequential in comparison to the nauseating ability he held to see every vertebral notch of Percyâs spine at a single glance. Dissecting him. Every aorta, every capillary set on intimate display by the calloused hands of Oliver Wood."
--- â(>á´â˘) He will be put in situations like a funky little blender, but I promise at the end of the road Percy gets the happiness he deserves.
WIP: Solomon's Paradox (context below)
[R to L]
Wip Wednesday: ??comic?
Enjoy these Mystery WIP's á( á )á
I think the top one with lil baby Percy might be my favorite of the panels i've drafted lol. I could've given everyone the Pretty Panels but this one feels the funniest out of context. Pretty Panels later today?...Perchance?
i forgot what kind of cat this is but iâve always thought it looks like leander

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The two Percy stories that you have are sweet, it's like the way you would seperate a cookie and lick the cream first, like when you sleep in the car ride home as a child and woke up in your bed, it's like a rainy day, you have done all your task, fresh from the shower, AC is on, the bedsheets are clean and fresh, the blanket is fluffy, and you get a few more hours to watch your favourite show.
It's like finally completing all your homework and your free the next day to laze around, it's like you get passing grade for a subject you are bad at, it's like perfecting a skill you mastered over the years, it's like taking the first bite of the food that will become your favourite.
I love Percy WeasleyđĽšâď¸
Thank you so much!!! This is so sweet omg, you have no idea how much this means to me. I genuinely love writing him. I'm working on the second chapter of a Perciver fic at the moment but there's so many other situations to put him into with imagines. Is like a lil treat. My next imagine is for a different Weasley đ So we will see if I can get the tone right! Here is a Percy just for you <3
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be kind to yourself and your creations âĄ
I know nothing about sports. Nothing. And somehow this fic has me watching some dad break down keys to coaching youth soccer. I've got a NOTEPAD and PENCIL!! This is sO SICK AND TWISTSEDD!!!!
A Little Bit Of Dress-Up?
Pairing:Â husband! Percy Weasley x reader
Genre: FluffÂ
Word Count: 2.9KÂ
Tags: Reader POV, gn!reader, established relationship, no use of y/n, playful teasing, mischievous reader, neck kisses, mildly suggestive themes, itâs not smut but Percyâs arse does get a quick squeeze, domestic fluff, mentions of a broken finger, you are this man's one and onlyyy.Â
Summary: Youâre used to working later than this. No complaints, a little R&R sounds like exactly what you need. But it seems you arenât the only one whoâs home early?
A/N: Told you I was a slow writerrrr. ANYWAY! I started working on this in February but between the lead up to the wedding, remodeling the office at work and starting an actual multi-chapter fic, I had to play this as a lower priority. But it's here!Â
I like writing for Percy. Idunno what it is, but this guy do be vibing inside my brain. I usually write past tense but I thought Iâd try something a little different out. I think I write it really awkwardly so maybe itâll just come down to practice haha
There is nothing better to you than watching him pretend he doesn't care for fashion.
Percy Weasley is many things. A perfectionist, a hard worker, opinionated. He appreciates neat corners and freshly cut quill nibs and loathes people who ask questions that can easily be answered by taking a minute or two to actually read the departmentâs bulletin board.Â
But what youâve also come to know in your time together is that your husband can be very vain. Most of the time it didn't matter too much. It didn't impact your lives in any hugely dramatic way. Though from time to time it can be it's own odd little obstacle to the comings and goings of daily life.Â
For example, when heâd broken his finger and a simple Episkey couldnât fix it. And instead of allowing you to simply apparate the both of you to St. Mungoâs like any reasonable man would, he'd insisted that you help him get his tie on first.Â
âŚIt would have seemed less ridiculous if his lip hadnât been wobbling while complaining on and on about the impropriety of it all. But heâd refused to budge. So youâd helped him with the stupid tie.
This doesnât mean there arenât bonuses, however.
Another such example being⌠today.Â
Right now.
Work was finished up a lot faster than youâd originally expected it to. You were expecting to get off work late, meet Percy near Madame Maulkin's, and get some shopping done along the alley. Treats for Hermes, some new drapes, complain about rising prices, that sort of thing.
So you were highly anticipating a little rest and relaxation in your newfound extra hours in the day. Maybe get a head start on dinner if you feel like it afterwards? Lounging around in your house clothes was also looking very inviting.
Instead, you've come home to the bedroom door slightly ajar, a weekendâs worth of clothes neatly piled around your bedroom and the thoroughly amusing, frankly adorable sight of your husband meticulously coordinating an outfit.
The floor-length mirror placed inside the bedroom had been yours before you'd both moved in together. And for the most part, youâre the one who uses it most. But when you peer in through the open door, Percyâs there in the mirrorâs reflection. Turning this way and that in the new waistcoat heâd bought a few days ago.
âItâs important to dress the part.â
Thatâs what Percy had claimed when heâd started overexplaining his reasoning in the shop. Off on a tangent in the corner of some upper middle-end suit shop, and you knew heâd been trying to convince himself just as much as heâd been trying to convince you. His justifications for a purchase youâd already easily agreed he should buy if he liked it so much.Â
Heâd gone back and forth twice more before having it rung up at the till.
Now in front of you, he twists another way and looks very happy with said purchase. His palms smoothing the new material with a satisfied gleam in his eye. He spares a glance to his reflection over his shoulder, you watch his brow furrow as he reviews the shape of himself. A myriad of fabrics of varying shades and colors decorating his shoulders, as well as the furniture around him. An assortment of ties that usually live in his top drawer in neatly placed rolls.
One in a dark mauve that heâd bought after graduation because, at the time, heâd thought it made him look grown. Another in a deep turquoise that you think pops very nicely against his copper-colored hair. And another very familiar one, recognizable to you as a highly cherished silk tie in a shade of sky blue. Percyâs "secret" favourite. Â
He lifts a hand, aiming to adjust his glasses that sit a little lower than usual. And just as he presses them back up his nose bridge, it's plainly visible on his face.Â
The exact moment Percy finally finds you in the mirror's reflection.Â
His shoulders hike up to his ears, swiveling around to face you, ties flinging around. They swat him across the face in a consequence of Newtonâs First Law.Â
First and foremost, he looks caught out. For some reason.
Percy looks to you more like heâs been caught doing something shocking or naughty, rather than...playing a bit of dress-up in the comfort of his own flat.Â
You bite the inside of your lip; a laugh threatening to bubble up and out from between your lips at his reaction, but you swallow it with no small amount of effort.
After all, YOU thought it was adorable. But you also knew Percy better than anyone, and the man would combust in a caustic mixture of embarrassment and shame if you laughed without making it clear first that you weren't actually making fun of him. The switch from Preening Percy to Propriety Percy happens in real time before your very eyes.Â
âOh!âÂ
His voice is a bit taut. He makes a great deal of clearing his throat when it fails him the first time.
âYou're home? Erâ" His eyes triangulate, recognizing how that could come across. He shifts his weight to something you think is intending to be a little less of what he views as flippant.
âWhat I meant was to say, welcome home.â Percy heralds, very pointedly not looking at the rest of the room.
The amendment itself isnât too different from the way muggles slap duct tape over a leaking aquarium.Â
Which was to say poorly considering he was your husband and not, say, a butler graciously welcoming home the lord or lady of the manor.Â
His hands clumsily start at settling the neckties back into their proper position from where theyâve flung about around his person. Or he was trying anyway.
âThis was⌠This wâthat. I was...Iâm trying a few things on. Is allââ Percyâs eyes are intensely glued to the tidying work near his left collarbone, though they dart up to check on you every half second.
ââThat I amâŚDoing.â He probably didnât need to say that. Percy probably didnât need to be doing a lot of what he was doing.Â
You open your mouth to tell him this, but he finally gestures sparingly toward the sets of neatly pressed trousers, button-ups, and pocket squares that were splayed about the end of the bed. "I wasn't expecting you home yet." The bumbling quality of his voice was starting to wear off and you give him a little reassuring smile. His hands rest on his hips like he's giving a report no one asked for on his comings and goings for a department that doesnât exist. Thereâs something about it that you just canât help but admire.Â
The outfit, of course. Though Percy's exposition is going at a rate thatâs pretty impressive all on its own.
Your eyes rove over the current fit Percy's selected. And finally leaving your hidden post, you push off of the doorframe to join him. You circle around him with an appreciative nod and you look like you're appraising the carved lines of a sculpture in a museum before giving your verdict.
âPretty.âÂ
He pauses, his expression transforming instantly at the single word. Confusion, understanding, and then polite reproach. His finger rises in a correction, as if to stop you from advancing, verbally or otherwise.
"ErâŚno. Handsome.â Heâs acting as if the distinction were on equal footing to that of his proper job title. The amendment made with all the attitude of a man who probably assumes 'that will be that!', and he sets a coral necktie off to the side in a proud manner. The motion itself was a bit overly dignified and the formality of it stirs a huff of amusement out of you.Â
The bedroom the two of you share is modest. Comfortable, sure, but nothing fancy. The space is a perfect blend of the two of you. Neat but lived in, with accents borrowed from both. The regular scent of bergamot, the sound of parchment, and an overcast sky that sheds a comfortable amount of natural light into the flat.
Thereâs also very little clutter in your flat, which Percy often makes doubly sure of. Itâs not that youâre necessarily a cluttered person. But like clockwork upon the anticipation of company, Percy cleans every room like he expects guests to whip out magnifying glasses and start grading dust marks on the ceiling fan.
That same overcast sky is acting as a lovely backlight. Catching the edges of Percyâs face as you step closer and giving the room a diffused cozy sort of feeling. Inspecting the menagerie of colorful fabric thatâs been left hanging around his shoulders like a sort of silk blend garland. Your fingers come up to get a feel, and despite the minute way his shoulders stiffen, Percy isn't stopping you from making the appraisal.
Making a show of thought as you hold up a navy blue, paisley-patterned tie against the smooth of Percyâs cheek, you start a little game he really should recognize by now. An attentive hum from your lips draws Percyâs brows together in an anticipation that knits tighter every second you keep him waiting. Blinking once or twice, cornflower-blue eyes follow each movement of yours, however slight.Â
He wasâŚa little confused? But not enough to deviate from his post as your model. So he stays dutifully still, just for you.
"Hm."
You click your tongue as you let the moment lengthen just a little longer, and just like that, Percyâs attempt to seem unbothered is ruined by the way he perks at the contemplative sound like a nosy little bird.
âNo?â you determine with an air of overly serious deliberation. âNo, I think youâre pretty.â Â
His brow re-furrows at your statement, a very familiar but minor indignation arrives on his face. And his hands settle back onto his hips in a way that always makes your lips curl in a warm, affectionate sort of amusement.Â
âAndââ Going one step further, you swipe the length of fabric off his shoulders with a short tug, and the swish of fabric makes Percyâs eyes scrunch shut at the slithering feeling along his neck. His eyes pop back open just a second later to see you holding it aloft, as if it were an article in court.Â
â..Is this your dadâs tie?âÂ
With a squawk of offense, Percy snatches the tie back, clutching it to his chest. Safe again from your clutches, for now. âNo. It Isnât. Itâs my own tie, thank you very much.â Percy takes the time to smooth out any invisible and imaginary wrinkles. Checking it next to a pocket square and holding it up against the light. Meticulously busy-bodying himself in an attempt to keep up appearances.
A short huff sprouts from his lips, presumably meant to give him the stern appearance of a Bothered Husband. But he can never quite pull it off, and you know him too well to see anything but a cute little pout.Â
He lowers his glasses down his nose for a moment, squinting at the fabric and pointedly avoiding looking in your direction. But he cracks all too soon when you smile and he flicks it onto the bed to join its salmon companion with an unceremonious toss, a wry smile revealed.Â
â.......It was my granddad's."Â
Laughter bubbles out of you almost immediately at the confession, and he crosses his arms disapprovingly.
âI- Are you laughing at me??â
Unfortunately for Percy, that was exactly the case. The whole silly expanse of todayâs unique situation is taking its toll at last.Â
âI can'tâ" You slap a palm against the air, waving a dismissal as your giggling fit forces you to turn away. âI canât help it! Youâre so cute.â
Percyâs lip twitches, but he swats the pocket square against your arm. Fabric tapping the side of you, feather-light.Â
âStop laughing!â He scolds, "Do you really think a man wearing his grandfatherâs necktie and size ten shoes can be classified as cute?âÂ
The bubbling quality in his voice was giving him away far too easily. Drawing him in by the waist just as easily, he obliges the movement without a second thought.
You move like your intending to check the fit of his trousers. But threading your fingers around him, you snag your thumbs into his back belt loops, effectively trapping him against you. The "stern reprimand" from moments before, that neither one of you had believed, softens off of his face as his shoulders lower from where his arms were still floating in surprise at the sudden capture.Â
Target Acquired.
âOh yeah.â You insisted. The pale, freckled skin of your husbandâs neck peeks out above the stiff collar of his button-up, and how could anyone resist? You nuzzle your face forward against it, resting your chin atop the white fabric.Â
âAdorable.â This was never up for debate in the first place.
And with the height and brightness of an oddly red lighthouse, a red flush starts to swallow Percyâs skin, starting at his neck and climbing steadily up past his hairline. The sky blue tie still hooked over his left shoulder looks fantastic now against it's Percy-coloured backdrop.
âohâŚâŚHush.â Heâs fidgeting with his knuckles behind your back, but once again he canât muster a single hint of actual irritation. The slow brush of his jaw, shifting until it rests against your hair as though he were compelled to it by a higher power.
Percyâs eyes shut, mind a little fuzzy as he catches the scent of your shampoo. You feel his ribs expand against your own as he inhales the scent of you. He settles inside the embrace, and a warm hand perches against your back just a moment later.Â
âDarling.""Â
His voice is accompanied by the warmth of his breath against your scalp. Your own hands are still travelling the small of his back, feeling the thin material.
âHm?â You hum softly, the shirt fabric soft under your fingers. Itâs a good one, you decide absently.
Percy clears his throat. Softly, as though he was worried about bothering you with the sound and feeling of it when you were both pressed so closely together.
â...YouâŚ.Youâre getting handsy.â The warning was mild in nature, very much so, and completely undermined by the way he was curling a strand of your hair around his finger.Â
With all the fake fuss this man puts up, youâre beginning to think he might simply like the drama of it all.Â
âJust testing the material. Thatâs all.â You answer, speaking little puffs of air into the crook of his neck, each word a hot brush of air against skin. It was a lucky fortune having him encircled in your arms, because you feel it the instant he tries to suppress a ghostly spine-crawling shiver by locking himself up as rigidly as he can.Â
âGotta get the fullââ You slide your hands down the small of his back, fabric smoothing underneath your palms with each inch lower.Â
Lower.
Lower until youâre grabbing two perfect handfuls of Percyâs arse.
ââScope of it allâŚya know?âÂ
A slightly strangled and surprised sound squeaks out of the accosted ginger, but it quickly melts into a conflicted bumble of almost-words the instant you start peppering sweet little kisses onto him.Â
âI- that-âŚYour hands. Loveââ Heâs leaning further into you gradually.Â
Teasing this man always made your day. One part because the mischievous nature in you craves seeing him all flustered up like this (and he flusters so easily), and another part because you know he likes it just as much.Â
âWhat? Iâm appreciating good craftsmanship. The tailoring on this is soââÂ
âI Want To Take You To Dinner Tonight.â
The words seem to explode out of him in a rush of air and finally make you pause the onslaught.
Heâd only managed to get it out because heâd exhaled all the words in one go, just a tad louder than what was probably necessary. But it worked. He has your attention just enough to stop you from continuing teasing him, for a moment.
Which is fine. Heâll only need a second.
If he can get the words out again. Which, knowing your husband in times like these, is a fifty-fifty odd.
"...What?" You can feel his pulse still kicking against your lips.
He pulls back, just enough. Just enough so he can meet your eyes with his face lit scarlet, and his will bravely hanging on by a thread.
Percy clears his throat again, still soft because the room is so quiet and any louder might crush the moment. He settles his hands around your waist. Thumb rubbing in a soothing caress that was just as much for your benefit as it was for his.Â
An unrelenting focus paints the cornflower blue of his eyes as they hold onto yours, his forehead dipping down until it rests upon your own. Gently even now, as though he were ensuring consideration of every touch you share. Every moment allowed near you a resolute choice of tender attention and meticulous care.
Heâs close enough that you could count each and every freckle upon his face.Â
Percy stares back, and all at once itâs like the two of you are walking hand in hand through the botanical gardens all over again.Â
Watching him stop âjust for a moment!' Because Percyâs shoelace just happened to unravel alongside a very beautiful wisteria, on a very beautiful afternoon on what happened to be âthe most beautiful month of the year,' according to a magazine you had found on Percyâs desk a week earlier.Â
Only this time his palms are moderately less sweaty, and heâs not wincing due to a very red sunburn across his forehead.
âI took the day off. And I didnât tell you, please forgive me, because Iâd wantedâŚâ He falters if for only a moment. The need to be honest warring with his need to commit to the plan.
For a passing second, the world consisted of a shared breath, the tick of a clock, and the mild scent of his aftershave. His eyes continue to dip downwards and return with every other march of the clock.Â
Percy swallows. He blinks. And then he opens his mouth.Â
â...I was getting dressed to take you to dinner. I wanted- Or I'd hoped to umâŚto surprise you.âÂ
Percy could be very vain. And opinionated, and a hard worker and also the world's biggest perfectionist.Â
He was also very in love with you.
Studybuddy!Percy
Pairing: Percy Weasley x gn!Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 887 Warnings/Tags: fluff, Pining, Percy POV, studying (sorta), short, gn!reader, this boys got it bad, no use of y/n, overthinking. Summary: Percy's generally very good at multitasking. Except when it comes to you. When it comes to you, he tends to feel quite stupid. A/N: Hii!! This is my first post for this blog. I'm gonna be honest, I haven't really done something like this before o( âá´â )o but I like writing and I wanted to try branching out a little bit. I don't know what characters I'll ultimately be writing for cause I'm really just feeling everything out. This will probably be a pretty inconsistent upload between work and other endeavours but at the very least I had a lot of fun writing this first piece. Let me know what you think! Dividers: @the-aesthetics-shop
The scritch-scratching of the tip of his quill against parchment was one of the few sounds breaking the silence between the two of you as you both worked on separate tasks. Percy liked working with you for precisely this reason. He could work, and you could work, and it didnât particularly matter what either of you were working on. Not as long as he got to sit opposite of you, sparing a small glance over the rim of his glasses when he felt you were particularly absorbed in something. When he could sneak a look and know he wouldnât be caught.
WhichâŚWell. He supposed it sounded rather.. *intense* when phrased like that and he felt his ears burn slightly at the thought. It wasnât like that!Â
It was justâŚthe little things.
The way you ran the feathery part of your quill over your cheek occasionally, the little scrunch of your nose when something on the page was particularly snagged in your brain, the way your cheek squished against your palm when you leaned against it. It scratched an itch inside his brain the same way the sound of a quill against parchment did. But far more permanent than ink or paper.
Did he get a little less productive when sitting in front of you? Yes.
But that was a sacrifice Percy Weasley was willing to take.Â
âHow do you take it?âÂ
He blanked for a moment after your question, searching his brain for the contents of the previous conversation he had apparently not been paying enough attention to.
â...pardon?â Percy asked, verbally waving his white flag with a hint of embarrassment at getting caught unawares because heâd been-....well. Mooning over you sounded a bit infantile whenever he pondered over the proper classification, the nomenclature of his affections.
Besotted sounded a bit Stale. And dramatic. Percy liked to think heâd developed his vocabulary quite nicely over the years into something more proper, more grown.Â
ButâŚ.surely there was no harm in admitting he fancied you. Just a little. Sometimes simple was better.
âYour tea. Howâd you take it?â Your eyes crinkled slightly as you asked. Percy could feel the corners of his lips curling despite the fact that he wasnât exactly sure why that was. A slight heat in the tops of his cheeks that he didnât particularly mind you noticing. The twins would have eviscerated him for it probably. But no, he didnât mind. Not if it was you.
Tea. Fantastic.
âTea? Oh, um..,â He tilted his head slightly to the side, gaze snagging on you despite his best intentions to continue writing. Multitasking was something he was very good at.
âDash of milk,â Percy announced. Simple. Nothing overly frivolous. And then looked back up.
You tilted your head just slightly, a questioning look in your eyes, and suddenly he felt like the world's biggest fool. The strained stretch of his cheeks released as he tried to calculate his clear faux pas before you realized what an idiot he was. Was it the amount? Was it childish? Or was it one of those obvious things only poor people did? Like when heâd proudly announced how cheap heâd gotten a set of quills for, only for Oliver to ask him if he needed to borrow some moneyâŚ
A sharp Punch of embarrassment from the memory nearly took him out on the spot, but he shooed it away with a harsh set of blinks and a clearing of his throat. He set his quill down deliberately when he realized with mild shame that he'd left a blotch on the page.
â...Is that odd?â He finally queried, sneaking a glance back over to you.Â
âŚ.You werenât even looking, you were writing again.Â
Merlin. You gave a small hum, and he dragged his eyes, politely, away from your pursed lips. A twirl of the quill in your grip, rolling it between your thumb and your pointer finger.Â
âNo? I suppose I always saw you as a Honey person.â
Ah.
Of course. Not a faux pas. Just....What did that mean??
âA HoneyâŚperson?â Percy tentatively inquired. My, he had so many questions today and so few answers. Percy sometimes wondered if everyone felt quite as clueless around you or if, perhaps, he was simply a bit stupid.
A dotting of your iâs on the page.
âWell, yeah.â You laughed lightly. âI always imagined you as someone with a sort ofâŚsecret penchant for sweets?â When you glanced up again, Percy found himself trying to soften the curious crease he could feel in his brow. You raised your own brows expectantly when he didn't respond right away.
âEveryone has a secret little guilty pleasure, donât they?...Or did I get it wrong?âÂ
âNo! No, thatsâ" He shook his head before heâd even thought to move it. Thatâs what? What was he saying??
âThatâsâŚ.correct. I do like honey.â He reassured. Did he? Percy wasnât sure. His cheeks hurt again.
Except, he was quite sure he did now. Was positively sure heâd have a spoonful of that sticky, saccharine goodness in his breakfast tea every morning for the rest of his life after today.Â
Because youâd taken the time to think of him long enough to imagine how he took his tea. And now every warm, amber sip of it would remind Percy of this fact.
A little drop of you in every soothing cup.

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