why was this not in the movie

When You Go Quiet

(A little self indulgent Theseus/Percival, not beta-read)

“I wonder,” Theseus rasps, curling an arm about Percival’s thin hips, dragging the smaller man back against his broad chest, “Where do you go when you go quiet?”

His lips brush against Percival’s ear and Theseus delights in the slight shiver it pulls from this stoic, quiet soul. Percival’s hands, elegant and big and work worn cup Theseus’s own, their callouses brushing. But he doesn’t say a word, still staring out the windows at the thunderhead rumbles in the distance.

Theseus sees this in the reflection of the glass, sees the way those coffee dark eyes are caught between the middle distances, between being here and being far away. Percival blinks when lightning flashes, bright and white and lighting up the dim office, but Percival gives no other reaction.

He’s thinking, or living something, Theseus isn’t sure.

All Scamander knows is he likes to wrap himself around Percival when he gets like this, to be the blanket in which the smaller, stockier man can find solace. Percival’s head tips back, resting against Theseus’s shoulder, and then rolls to the side. Percival’s eyes flutter shut, lips parting to let a breath past. Open invitation, Theseus knows. He ducks his head, sealing their mouths together, relishing the way Percival squeezes his forearm, relishing the feel of being able to love Percival again. It’s been so long.

“Where do you go?” He asks again, when they’ve parted for breath and it doesn’t feel like they’re breaking. Percival nuzzles the back of his head against Theseus, humming a quiet, indiscernible sound for half a moment. Choosing his words.

“Here and there,” Graves replies, cryptic and quiet, “Somewhere and nowhere at all.”

What he means, Theseus thinks, is back in the trenches, back in the hospital, back in that damned cigarette case, back to Ilvermorny and back to the white cliffs of Dover where they’d run about and Theseus had finally spilled his heart.  But he accepts the void of Percival’s answer all the same. Theseus squeezes Percival’s hand, presses a kiss to the broad swoop of a shoulder.

“I love you, you know that?”

Percival chuckles, but he’s finally seeping back into his body, coming to life again. He turns in Theseus’s arms, fingers on his free hand coming to tangle in the hair at the nape of Theseus’s neck. Percival reaches up, up on his tiptoes - because even if he is not small, he is still so much shorter than Theseus - and kisses him again.

“I love you too.”

“Come back to me then, yeah? When you go away.”

Percival hums again, a grin playing at his lips and a smile forming behind those coffee-dark eyes.

“Of course. Always.”

Me: Hey, I’m in a really good mood today! There’s absolutely nothing that can take this good mood away from—



Stealth suit appreciation post.

“I like the stealth suit from Cap 2. The dark, navy blue suit from the opening of Winter Soldier when I’m on the Lemurian Star, messing people up on that ship. And in the elevator! That’s my favourite. I have requested it every movie, but the people at Marvel really like a little red. They like a little red in there. Which is fine. It’s Cap; I get it.” - Chris Evans

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: 13 REASONS WHY IS THE FILM ADAPTATION EVERY BOOK DESERVES. If I didn't think it before I definitely do now Jay Asher is a GENIUS an episode per tape side was the perfect way to execute the story it just allowed him to take this already brilliant story he'd created and flesh out the characters and show more interaction and make it more Hannah-centric I'm only on episode two and I'm floored