HAPPY HALLOWEEN GRANDMA MY ONE TRUE LOVE!!! CAN I HAVE SOME PERCY AND TONKS CONTENT TO MAKE MY SOUL CONTENT PLEASE ✨🏳️⚧️(MISSED THE APRIL PROMPTS BY MERE MILISECONDS I AINT TAKING NO CHANCES THIS TIME) 🧡🧡🧡🧡
The first time he's taken as a political hostage, he seriously considers fighting his way out. He's trained. He's not bad by any stretch of the imagination. He's fought Death Eaters more than once.
But it's hardly his strength and he doesn't know anything about these guys besides that they're smart enough to know he's worth capturing, which really just means they're not morons. The ruse of him as just an assistant is paper thin, especially after that Prophet article.
"Aren't you worried?" asks Elaine, who he's spent the past two years politely pretending is nothing more than the French minister of magic's mistress and not making major policy decisions. She's quite fun at parties.
"Not really," he says.
She gives him an incredulous look that softens into a smile that shows off her dimples. No one is at all confused on how the French minister got himself into this particular predicament. It's a relief to all of them that she's also brilliant. "I suppose you do have a rather well known auror department."
"Something like that," he says.
Six hours later, his wife kicks down the door, covered in blood that's not her own with a lasso in one hand and a sword in the other. "Percy!"
"I'm fine," says automatically.
She doesn't believe him, of course, and the hands running over him are strictly professional, just checking for injuries. Her tongue in his mouth is going to be a little bit of a harder spin for the gathered dignitaries, but he's done more for less.
Perhaps Elaine will have some suggestions.
