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✿ Art by: f f c 1 c b 「https://vk.com/saltydarlin?w=wall-91406905_11320」 - — — — — — — — — — — — “Fantastic,” Percival said. He folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket, then bent down and put an arm around Newt’s shoulders. “What else did you find?” “It might shoot poison,” Newt said, allowing himself to be pulled into a standing position. He teetered unsteadily, leaning against Percival for support. “Like pew pew pew, you know?” “Pew pew pew,” Percival agreed, leading the way to the small cot tucked into a corner of the room. - — — — — — — — — — — — Percival stood, looked at him for another moment, then turned to go. He stopped when Newt snagged his wrist. “I didn’t say hello,” he mumbled without opening his eyes. Percival laughed even though Newt’s hand on his wrist was making his heart pound. “Hello, idiot.” “Hello.”
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✿ Art by: Sssilkworms 「https://twitter.com/275boxes/status/1076740040489873408/photo/1」 - — — — — — — — — — — — “Stay,” Percival mumbled against Newt’s lips. He dipped down and pressed his mouth to Newt’s jaw, sucking on his neck, and Newt inhaled sharply and let his head fall backwards, one hand coming up to grip the back of Percival’s shirt. “Stay,” Percival said. He kissed Newt’s chin, and then the other side of his neck, and then kissed a line down to his collarbone, punctuating each one with, “Stay, stay…” “Okay,” Newt said, his voice breathless. Percival felt fingers on his chin, tilting his head up to look into Newt’s eyes, which were wide and shining. His lips were red and already swollen, but there was a smile spreading across his face. “I’ll stay,” he said. “Merlin, Percival, you only needed to ask. There wasn’t a need for theatrics.” - — — — — — — — — — — —
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