HP: wing!fic
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: PW/MF
Rating: PG
Word Count: 451
Warnings: crack, wing!fic
Author's Note: wing!fics are love. This is AU-ish. Percy's still uptight, though.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and the WB and a whole bunch of other people
Percy had just decided that, family or not, the twins would have to die. Preferably painfully. He had just ripped his newly purchased robe, as well as a jumper his mother had knit for him three years ago. It was a blue one, and he was rather fond of it.
A coworker entered his office and tried to conceal her grin politely behind her hand.
“Yes? I’m quite busy, what is it?” Percy asked.
“A letter came in the post for you.” She handed him the letter and scurried out of the office to, undoubtedly, Percy assumed, to gossip about what she had seen.
Percy sneered at her back and then sneered at the letter in his hand. It was from the twins. What perfect timing those two had. He placed the letter on his desk without opening it.
With an exasperated sigh, Percy returned to his work. Wings protruding from his back should in no way impede his work ethic. Although they were quite heavy.
Another coworker burst into his office and stood in the threshold gawking.
“So it is true.”
Percy sighed another exasperated sigh and looked up.
“Yes, Marcus.”
Marcus Flint smiled at him in a predaceous manner that Percy was fairly uncomfortable with. Marcus closed the door behind him.
“The rumor’s already made it around the Ministry.”
Unsurprised, Percy nodded. “Indeed. If that is all, you may leave. I am buried in paperwork, and my back is sore - these abominations on my back are heavy.”
“I figured. That’s why I’m here.” Percy regarded Marcus suspiciously. “Your brothers sent me an owl saying that you had a gift for me in your office.” Percy amended his earlier statement regarding the twins’ death to ‘decidedly painful and slow.’ “This is a fairly ingenious design. I like the white - very chaste, nice touch.” Percy growled. “You didn’t happen to receive a note from your brothers, did you?”
The muscle under Percy’s left eye twitched. “I have yet to read it,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Pity. I was hoping you had,” Marcus said with insincere moroseness. “That would mean you have no idea what to expect when I do this.”
Faster than Percy could register, Marcus was in his face and touching his wings. It was obscene, really, that Percy even had the wings to being with. What was even more obscene was the sensitivity of said wings.
“Merlin,” Percy whispered in reverence.
Marcus chuckled darkly before planting each hand at the base of each wing. He rubbed slowly until he was able to convince Percy to take the rest of the day of as a sick/cursed day, and they Apparated back to Percy’s flat.
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Fin
Pairing: PW/MF
Rating: PG
Word Count: 451
Warnings: crack, wing!fic
Author's Note: wing!fics are love. This is AU-ish. Percy's still uptight, though.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and the WB and a whole bunch of other people
Percy had just decided that, family or not, the twins would have to die. Preferably painfully. He had just ripped his newly purchased robe, as well as a jumper his mother had knit for him three years ago. It was a blue one, and he was rather fond of it.
A coworker entered his office and tried to conceal her grin politely behind her hand.
“Yes? I’m quite busy, what is it?” Percy asked.
“A letter came in the post for you.” She handed him the letter and scurried out of the office to, undoubtedly, Percy assumed, to gossip about what she had seen.
Percy sneered at her back and then sneered at the letter in his hand. It was from the twins. What perfect timing those two had. He placed the letter on his desk without opening it.
With an exasperated sigh, Percy returned to his work. Wings protruding from his back should in no way impede his work ethic. Although they were quite heavy.
Another coworker burst into his office and stood in the threshold gawking.
“So it is true.”
Percy sighed another exasperated sigh and looked up.
“Yes, Marcus.”
Marcus Flint smiled at him in a predaceous manner that Percy was fairly uncomfortable with. Marcus closed the door behind him.
“The rumor’s already made it around the Ministry.”
Unsurprised, Percy nodded. “Indeed. If that is all, you may leave. I am buried in paperwork, and my back is sore - these abominations on my back are heavy.”
“I figured. That’s why I’m here.” Percy regarded Marcus suspiciously. “Your brothers sent me an owl saying that you had a gift for me in your office.” Percy amended his earlier statement regarding the twins’ death to ‘decidedly painful and slow.’ “This is a fairly ingenious design. I like the white - very chaste, nice touch.” Percy growled. “You didn’t happen to receive a note from your brothers, did you?”
The muscle under Percy’s left eye twitched. “I have yet to read it,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Pity. I was hoping you had,” Marcus said with insincere moroseness. “That would mean you have no idea what to expect when I do this.”
Faster than Percy could register, Marcus was in his face and touching his wings. It was obscene, really, that Percy even had the wings to being with. What was even more obscene was the sensitivity of said wings.
“Merlin,” Percy whispered in reverence.
Marcus chuckled darkly before planting each hand at the base of each wing. He rubbed slowly until he was able to convince Percy to take the rest of the day of as a sick/cursed day, and they Apparated back to Percy’s flat.
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Fin