[Fic] Elphias Doge - 25 Situations
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| Elphias Doge |
| 051. Memorable |
052. Die |
053. Missing |
054. Luck |
055. Rescue |
| 056. Abort |
057. Possessed |
058. Graveyard |
059. Trail |
060. Walk |
| 061. Plunge |
062. Jump |
063. Self-conscious |
064. Suspicious |
065. Mistake |
| 066. Complicated |
067. Black Out |
068. Reveal |
069. Grotesque |
070. Swim |
| 071. Resign |
072. Nonsense |
073. Declare |
074. Corrupt |
075. Wrong |
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![]() | 051. Memorable
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 | 058. Graveyard
Word Count: 210
Rating: PG
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The morning air was sticky--no, it was suffocating--and it was impossible to breathe, but Elphias didn't dare loosen the black tie on his equally coal black dress robes. The tight pressure against his throat was the only hold the young man had on his sobs. His square jaw tightened down to the point of shaking, Elphias sat ramrod straight in the uncomfortable chair. He tried to focus on the words in the eulogy being given by Mycroft, but his mum who sat on his left hiccuped after every few words and Elphias had to chew the inside of his bottom lip to keep from dissolving into tears himself. He felt one sneak out anyway. It slipped down his cheek and over his chin to mingle with the perspiration on his neck.
"Berk wasn't just any Auror, he was--" Mycroft seemed to choke on the next words and had to pause to regain his voice. "He was my brother."
Elphias vaguely registered the lazy travel of the subsequent tears down his face. He'd wept enough in the last two days that he'd been numbed to the sensation. If only he could say the same for the persistent ache he felt with every thought of Berk. Elphias was certain that pain would never fade. |
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![]() | 060. Walk
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 | 063. Self-Conscious
Word Count: 385
Rating: R |
Forty-six minutes. It had been forty-six minutes and he was certain that she still hadn't...you know. He certainly hadn't--which was a little disconcerting. And they had been going at it for so long that he wasn't sure if there was even a point to continuing. He was tired and he knew she had to be wearing out as well. He'd wanted so badly to make her...you know, but he also was terrified of hurting her on their first go. And. Well.
Elphias's body went limp with a defeated sigh. Even his arms gave out and his full weight pressed down on Phoebe's chest as his face flopped nose-first into the pillow beneath her. Phoebe smiled against his neck and her arms reached up to embrace it weakly. Her breathless giggles on his skin sent cascading shudders along his spine, causing his sweaty form to erupt in goose flesh.
Bloody hell, he loved that sensation. Her laugh always made him feel so warm. At times it did make him feel a little embarrassed (like right now) but it never made him feel ashamed--only loved. But oh was he ever embarrassed now. He wasn't even able to finish on the first go and he knew that was bad. He vaguely remembered a couple of girls back at Hogwarts going on at length about how many rounds some Slytherin bloke could go in one night and well, it definitely wasn't just one. One that he hadn't even made it through. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger.
He puffed a heavy breath into the suffocating fluffy mass his face was sunk in before he rolled off her onto one shoulder. Phoebe held on and followed him. Her bare thigh grazed upward to rest on his hip. She was smiling and it was infectious. Elphias laughed lightly in embarrassment and felt some color rise into his ears. He suddenly felt very awkward and unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry, Pheebs. I just couldn't--I couldn't get it to--"
Phoebe silenced him with a soft kiss. Swallowing his words, Elphias brought a hand up to slip his fingers into her tousled red locks and give the handful a gentle squeeze. He was content to just snog her now--that he knew they did well, in his opinion anyhow. They could work on perfecting the sex another day. |
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 | 066. Complicated
Word Count: 331
Rating: PG |
"Just tell me where you were!" Phoebe demanded in frustration.
Elphias flinched. The look of hurt and confusion on her face made him feel absolutely horrid. He knew he shouldn't be keeping secrets, but telling her would only make matters worse. Phoebe could be as headstrong as she was caring and Elphias knew she'd want in. She'd want to join The Order and fight alongside him, but that was something he couldn't allow to happen. He wasn't strong enough. He'd seen several comrades fall already and Phoebe...
Phoebe was his rock. She was the one place he could forget the fray and just be a normal twenty year old wizard--or at least, as normal as one could be in a time of war--who had a hunger for old books and good tea. She was good. She was warm. She was the one glimmer of hope that he'd live to see the end of the war with He Who Must Not Be Named. Then they would be married and start a family--and Merlin help him if he ever lost her.
But right now? Things were iffy between them. Phoebe had grown weary of him excusing away the times he left the house abruptly only to return with scrapes and burns, not to mention the string of late night visits from Emmeline and Dedalus that she was excluded from. Elphias hated lying to her and it seemed pointless now that he knew she didn't believe him, but it was the only way he could proceed. He'd sworn an oath to The Order and he intended to keep it.
"I went to Hogsmeade to examine a book," Elphias told her quietly. He couldn't bring himself to meet her stare. His wand hand fidgeted underneath his sleeve hiding the burn where he'd been hit by a Death Eater's stinging hex.
Phoebe's chair scraped on the kitchen floor and Elphias didn't even have to look up from the table to know that she'd left the room. He felt colder already. |
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