Worth the Wait 6/13
Title: Worth the Wait
Author: Liliths_Requiem
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Adrian Pucey, Millicent Bulstrode,
Pairings: Adrian Pucey/Millicent Bulstrode
Era: 1999, June
Word Count: 1000
Story Summary: Adrian helps Millicent move
Prompt: Rarepair_Shorts Table 10 Prompt 6: “Mad World”
“You really don’t have to help, Adrian, I can handle this myself,” Millicent’s annoyed, which is probably what Adrian had been aiming for all along, but she’s also a bit hurt. Marcus bought her a flat in London last week and sent her a letter telling her to get off her fat arse and do something with her life, but he hasn’t shown up to help with the move yet, and she’s beginning to doubt that he will. Sure, they haven’t actually seen each other outside of their grandmother’s mandatory weekly dinners, but she’s the only blood relative he’s got left that can still keep all her wits about her, most of the time, and she’d like a call of truce sooner rather than later-or at least before she’s forced to admit that she’s completely alone in the world.
“Look. I know I’m not your favorite person in the world, but I am still a gentleman,” he replies, grabbing another box of clothing. For having burned everything she didn’t take to Hogwarts in the fire, Millicent still had a hell of a lot of stuff. Adrian was slowly but surely placing feather light and reduction charms on everything so they would fit comfortably into Millicent’s trunk. She’s taking the Knight Bus to London, because her flat’s yet to be hooked up to floo, and she’s a bit worried about taking more than one trunk.
They carry the boxes out with much less trouble than either is expecting, and when the Knight Bus comes, Callie and Jezebel wave miserably from the window. Millicent’s promised half a dozen times that she’s not leaving them, she’s only leaving the house, but explaining that concept to girls as young as they are is difficult. “You really don’t have to leave,” Adrian tells her, trying to keep the plea in his voice from being heard. Ever since her meltdown over her brother two months ago, they’ve developed a relationship that’s almost stable, if not friendly. He’s grown used to the abrasive woman who’s been cooking his dinner and taking care of his girls.
Millicent, not trusting herself to speak, simply shakes her head. The Knight Bus honks and she grabs her bags. She has one foot through the door when she turns back around and runs towards him, dropping the luggage and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered, vehemently, “You’ve no idea how much you’ve done for me.” She smiles at him briefly as she lets go, grabs her trunk, and then she’s gone.
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It takes seventeen hours, nine days, and six bottles of Firewhiskey for Adrian to show up at her door. He’s wearing his Hitwizard uniform robes and he’s not stumbling because ever since the War he’s been able to handle much more liquor than maybe he should. He paces in front of the door until he’s run out of reasons to knock and then knocks until Millicent’s footsteps give him a reason to stop. “Hello?” she greets. She sounds more shocked than annoyed, and Adrian takes that as a good sign.
“Millicent,” he begins, walking into the flat, “Look. I miss you. The girls miss you. You’ve become important, to all of us. I mean, you’ve lived at my house for nine bloody months, how could you not? So could you come back, please?” It’s moments like this when Marcus should be around to smack him on the back of his head and tell him to stop acting like a bloody Gryffindor. Instead, Millicent pushes him back against a wall and kisses him. He’s expecting it more than he’d like to admit, because Millicent’s the type of girl to take opportunities as they come to her.
“What the fuck was that?” Adrian asks, the words spilling out of his lips the moment hers leave them. She blushes, opens her mouth, and then decides words aren’t needed. Pushing him flat against the wall she begins snogging him, letting her lips travel down his stubble, over his collarbone, and then pausing, but only to pull off his outer robes.
When he’s standing there flustered, his muscles perfectly defined by the robes underneath, she smiles coyly at him and says, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He wants to ask how long always is, but the question comes out as a groan as her hands skirt over the lower half of his robes.
:::
“Thirteen,” she says, rolling off of him. He’s trying to catch his breath and she’s trying not to show him how much he’s just taken out of her. He pushes himself up into a seated position before asking what she means. “I was thirteen when I first realized that I wanted to kiss you.”
He’s struck dumb for a moment, and Millicent secretly wonders just how intelligent Ministry officials have to be. “But I was with Jae already,” that was his fifth year, and he and Jaelyn started dating a few days after Easter Holidays the year before.
Millicent rolls her eyes and summons her box of muggle cigarettes after finding her wand stuck between the bed cushions. “I didn’t do anything about it, did I?”
“No,” Adrian answers, grabbing a fag of his own, “You were fifteen when I suggested a threesome with you to Jae. She didn’t take that very well,” he adds, ignoring Millicent’s unfeminine snort, “Something about you still being a child. Not that we were much older, even if she was pregnant already.” He doesn’t sound bitter about the last part, but Millicent still thinks he was trapped by the pregnancy and forced into marriage, whether he’ll admit to it or not.
“So why’ve we been wasting the last nine months not shagging?” she asks, like it’s a question people ask every day. Adrian shrugs but doesn’t answer, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke burn. “I think we should remedy that. Right now.” She laughs as she says this, but then rolls back on top of him, and giggles as they do.
Author: Liliths_Requiem
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Adrian Pucey, Millicent Bulstrode,
Pairings: Adrian Pucey/Millicent Bulstrode
Era: 1999, June
Word Count: 1000
Story Summary: Adrian helps Millicent move
Prompt: Rarepair_Shorts Table 10 Prompt 6: “Mad World”
“You really don’t have to help, Adrian, I can handle this myself,” Millicent’s annoyed, which is probably what Adrian had been aiming for all along, but she’s also a bit hurt. Marcus bought her a flat in London last week and sent her a letter telling her to get off her fat arse and do something with her life, but he hasn’t shown up to help with the move yet, and she’s beginning to doubt that he will. Sure, they haven’t actually seen each other outside of their grandmother’s mandatory weekly dinners, but she’s the only blood relative he’s got left that can still keep all her wits about her, most of the time, and she’d like a call of truce sooner rather than later-or at least before she’s forced to admit that she’s completely alone in the world.
“Look. I know I’m not your favorite person in the world, but I am still a gentleman,” he replies, grabbing another box of clothing. For having burned everything she didn’t take to Hogwarts in the fire, Millicent still had a hell of a lot of stuff. Adrian was slowly but surely placing feather light and reduction charms on everything so they would fit comfortably into Millicent’s trunk. She’s taking the Knight Bus to London, because her flat’s yet to be hooked up to floo, and she’s a bit worried about taking more than one trunk.
They carry the boxes out with much less trouble than either is expecting, and when the Knight Bus comes, Callie and Jezebel wave miserably from the window. Millicent’s promised half a dozen times that she’s not leaving them, she’s only leaving the house, but explaining that concept to girls as young as they are is difficult. “You really don’t have to leave,” Adrian tells her, trying to keep the plea in his voice from being heard. Ever since her meltdown over her brother two months ago, they’ve developed a relationship that’s almost stable, if not friendly. He’s grown used to the abrasive woman who’s been cooking his dinner and taking care of his girls.
Millicent, not trusting herself to speak, simply shakes her head. The Knight Bus honks and she grabs her bags. She has one foot through the door when she turns back around and runs towards him, dropping the luggage and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered, vehemently, “You’ve no idea how much you’ve done for me.” She smiles at him briefly as she lets go, grabs her trunk, and then she’s gone.
:::
It takes seventeen hours, nine days, and six bottles of Firewhiskey for Adrian to show up at her door. He’s wearing his Hitwizard uniform robes and he’s not stumbling because ever since the War he’s been able to handle much more liquor than maybe he should. He paces in front of the door until he’s run out of reasons to knock and then knocks until Millicent’s footsteps give him a reason to stop. “Hello?” she greets. She sounds more shocked than annoyed, and Adrian takes that as a good sign.
“Millicent,” he begins, walking into the flat, “Look. I miss you. The girls miss you. You’ve become important, to all of us. I mean, you’ve lived at my house for nine bloody months, how could you not? So could you come back, please?” It’s moments like this when Marcus should be around to smack him on the back of his head and tell him to stop acting like a bloody Gryffindor. Instead, Millicent pushes him back against a wall and kisses him. He’s expecting it more than he’d like to admit, because Millicent’s the type of girl to take opportunities as they come to her.
“What the fuck was that?” Adrian asks, the words spilling out of his lips the moment hers leave them. She blushes, opens her mouth, and then decides words aren’t needed. Pushing him flat against the wall she begins snogging him, letting her lips travel down his stubble, over his collarbone, and then pausing, but only to pull off his outer robes.
When he’s standing there flustered, his muscles perfectly defined by the robes underneath, she smiles coyly at him and says, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He wants to ask how long always is, but the question comes out as a groan as her hands skirt over the lower half of his robes.
:::
“Thirteen,” she says, rolling off of him. He’s trying to catch his breath and she’s trying not to show him how much he’s just taken out of her. He pushes himself up into a seated position before asking what she means. “I was thirteen when I first realized that I wanted to kiss you.”
He’s struck dumb for a moment, and Millicent secretly wonders just how intelligent Ministry officials have to be. “But I was with Jae already,” that was his fifth year, and he and Jaelyn started dating a few days after Easter Holidays the year before.
Millicent rolls her eyes and summons her box of muggle cigarettes after finding her wand stuck between the bed cushions. “I didn’t do anything about it, did I?”
“No,” Adrian answers, grabbing a fag of his own, “You were fifteen when I suggested a threesome with you to Jae. She didn’t take that very well,” he adds, ignoring Millicent’s unfeminine snort, “Something about you still being a child. Not that we were much older, even if she was pregnant already.” He doesn’t sound bitter about the last part, but Millicent still thinks he was trapped by the pregnancy and forced into marriage, whether he’ll admit to it or not.
“So why’ve we been wasting the last nine months not shagging?” she asks, like it’s a question people ask every day. Adrian shrugs but doesn’t answer, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke burn. “I think we should remedy that. Right now.” She laughs as she says this, but then rolls back on top of him, and giggles as they do.