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Ficlet: Finally (Kingsley/Gideon)
Title: Finally
Character Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt / Gideon Prewett
Prompt: And thus
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Author's Notes: Thank you, Elf and Stella.
Link to Prompt Table: My table's in ij
Too little sleep and too much Firewhiskey was a deadly combination for any Quidditch player. Gideon knew better for sure, but it was a failing of his to honour his teammates in any way possible. Last night's alcohol lingered behind his eyes, a pulsing pain that thudded with each step he took toward the castle, hampered by the fact he carried broom, chin and forearm guards. If he had to ride his broom any longer, he might lose what little food he'd eaten that morning.
Even so, they had won the match because their Seeker, a lithe, young bloke, outsmarted the 'Puff with a Woollongong Shimmy. They were lucky he hadn't been fouled for it; Hooch didn't like anyone showing off. But they had won, and Gideon only hoped to find someplace quiet to sleep. If only he could sneak through the Common Room unseen. If only he had the rest of Fabian's invisibilty cloak, and not just the corner he had stolen to hide his wand.
Most everyone had left the Pitch; Gideon had lingered the longest, hoping to be left alone and avoid the birds whose loud, shrill voices were daggers through his skull. He didn't think he'd be able to ward them off. Politely, at least.
His eyes focused on the ground in order to walk without tripping, the shadow falling in step with him was a surprise. Twisting his mouth into the semblance of a smile, he glanced up, stopping as he found he couldn't walk and think at the same time. Only to find a real smile for Kingsley.
"I'm surprised you didn't fall off your broom up there," he said without preamble, his deep voice more balm than bane. "How loud will your Common Room be?"
"Terrible," Gideon said in a whisper.
"Come with me then," Kingsley said, taking the broom and forearm guards, leaving Gideon suddenly, and blessedly, light.
Without question, another sign Gideon didn't feel well, he followed Shacklebolt into the copse of trees that lined the grounds of Hogwarts. They were too far away from the castle to be seen, and Gideon simply trusted Kingsley that no one else could see them. The light shunted away by trunk and leaves, he sighed, dropping the rest of his equipment and leaned against the bark.
"Better?" Kingsley asked.
"Yes," Gideon said, running one hand through his hair.
"Let me," he said, keeping his voice soft enough that Gideon could barely hear him. He began to ask Kingsley what he was to let him do when Gideon felt a hand sliding through his hair, fingers massaging him.
With a sigh from Gideon and a chuckle from Kingsley, the two of them folded to the ground, Kingsley leaning against the trunk and Gideon collapsed against his side. If he wasn't in pain from the aftereffects of the Firewhiskey, Gideon might have questioned it; instead they rested quietly in the woods, bodies pressed side-by-side amongst the trees that hid them. The silence stronger than any words they could have spoken and possibly not meant.
Character Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt / Gideon Prewett
Prompt: And thus
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Author's Notes: Thank you, Elf and Stella.
Link to Prompt Table: My table's in ij
Too little sleep and too much Firewhiskey was a deadly combination for any Quidditch player. Gideon knew better for sure, but it was a failing of his to honour his teammates in any way possible. Last night's alcohol lingered behind his eyes, a pulsing pain that thudded with each step he took toward the castle, hampered by the fact he carried broom, chin and forearm guards. If he had to ride his broom any longer, he might lose what little food he'd eaten that morning.
Even so, they had won the match because their Seeker, a lithe, young bloke, outsmarted the 'Puff with a Woollongong Shimmy. They were lucky he hadn't been fouled for it; Hooch didn't like anyone showing off. But they had won, and Gideon only hoped to find someplace quiet to sleep. If only he could sneak through the Common Room unseen. If only he had the rest of Fabian's invisibilty cloak, and not just the corner he had stolen to hide his wand.
Most everyone had left the Pitch; Gideon had lingered the longest, hoping to be left alone and avoid the birds whose loud, shrill voices were daggers through his skull. He didn't think he'd be able to ward them off. Politely, at least.
His eyes focused on the ground in order to walk without tripping, the shadow falling in step with him was a surprise. Twisting his mouth into the semblance of a smile, he glanced up, stopping as he found he couldn't walk and think at the same time. Only to find a real smile for Kingsley.
"I'm surprised you didn't fall off your broom up there," he said without preamble, his deep voice more balm than bane. "How loud will your Common Room be?"
"Terrible," Gideon said in a whisper.
"Come with me then," Kingsley said, taking the broom and forearm guards, leaving Gideon suddenly, and blessedly, light.
Without question, another sign Gideon didn't feel well, he followed Shacklebolt into the copse of trees that lined the grounds of Hogwarts. They were too far away from the castle to be seen, and Gideon simply trusted Kingsley that no one else could see them. The light shunted away by trunk and leaves, he sighed, dropping the rest of his equipment and leaned against the bark.
"Better?" Kingsley asked.
"Yes," Gideon said, running one hand through his hair.
"Let me," he said, keeping his voice soft enough that Gideon could barely hear him. He began to ask Kingsley what he was to let him do when Gideon felt a hand sliding through his hair, fingers massaging him.
With a sigh from Gideon and a chuckle from Kingsley, the two of them folded to the ground, Kingsley leaning against the trunk and Gideon collapsed against his side. If he wasn't in pain from the aftereffects of the Firewhiskey, Gideon might have questioned it; instead they rested quietly in the woods, bodies pressed side-by-side amongst the trees that hid them. The silence stronger than any words they could have spoken and possibly not meant.