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heartsunholy · 4 years

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@voiceofmany asked: "Come, come here," Percy whispers breathlessly as he drags Harriet through the corridors of the Ministry. Can everyone see them? Yes! Does he care? He will later - but not now. He yanks her through the door of his office and slams it shut when he pushes her body back against it and kisses her firmly. "Mm, I've got fifteen bloody minutes, love. I want to spend it all drowning in your lips."

unprompted asks // @voiceofmany // always accepting

They’re grown adults, acting like they’re back at school, sneaking off for a snog in an empty classroom. But none of her school-time hookups and flings filled Harriet with warm bubbles of effervescence, threatening to spill out as giggles from her lips. She’s downright giddy as she holds Percy’s hand tight in her and jogs along to keep pace with his light dash towards his office.

They had lives to return to. Work. The mundane. But when Percy presses her against the door and kisses her, she swears she can still smell the Mediterranean sea breeze and taste the honeymoon baklava on Percy’s lips. Harriet groans richly before kissing him back with similar hunger, her wedding band glinting in the light as she lifts her hands to hold his face.

When she pulls back to speak, it’s only an inch or two, her nose still rubbing playfully against his as she whispers, “Then why are ya wastin’ time talkin’, hmm?” Harriet doesn’t even give her husband a chance to retort before she’s yanking him in for another needy kiss, already half drowned in his love herself.

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heartsunholy-a · 4 years

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13. an interrupted kiss . (perciett)

kiss my muses // not accepting // @voiceofmany

They haven’t talked about any of this. This…arrangement of theirs. Harriet’s practically moved into Percy’s estate, they spend nearly every day together - either at home or at work. Their project planning is good, their sex is phenomenal. She has money for the first time since she was removed from the Harpies. It should be perfect, but she can’t help but feel uneasy when it’s them anywhere but the comfort of Percy’s home.

The wizarding public is still warming back up to her. It had taken her nearly 20 years to get over the stigma of being James Hook’s daughter, to work her way up to Quidditch success. But then her father escaped from Azkaban and that along with his subsequent execution erased all of Harriet’s progress. She’s a woman in her 30s and yet she feels like she’s 11 all over again, in the eyes of everyone who only sees her as the half-siren daughter of a criminal.

Her work creating an indoor Quiddich space for the children of London has garnered her some positive publicity. There are slam pieces of course - about her connection to her father, about how she’s trying to scheme the Minister out of his money, power, what have you. Percy does his best to pull those articles out of the papers before she can get to them but she still knows they exist.

For now, though, it’s just the two of them, side by side at Percy’s desk as they sort through potential coaches for the new Quidditch league for the kids at the new center. The crafting ideas, the working with her hands, that stuff she likes. The paperwork? Not so much. The resumes blur in her vision, letters swimming into nonsense. She needs a break.

Maybe Percy does too because when Harriet turns her head to glance at him, he’s already watching her. Emerald hues meet sapphire and Harriet feels her breath catch in her throat. She’s not sure who leans in first. All she knows is their noses are brushing, his breath fans against her lips, her eyes drift shut…

“Excuse me, Minister, I-” They pull apart as soon as the door opens but Harriet can still see the shift in the man’s eyes when he sees her. The distrust. The skepticism. The bright tone of his voice is gone entirely when he greets, “Minister. Miss Hook. I apologize for the interruption.”

Harriet stands from her seat, hand lifted in defense. “No, no, I was just leavin’.” This is what she hates almost more than the criticism and scorn thrown her way - affecting people’s thoughts about Percy and his judge of character. He’s a better man than most and his insistence on helping her is only tarnishing his reputation. She turns back to Percy and there’s something heated in her gaze when she meets his eyes. There always is, isn’t there. “We’ll finish up later, then, Minister Weasley?”

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heartsunholy-a · 5 years

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pls give me your harriet's hp verse details! i wanna knooooooooow!

random prompts // @pirateheir // accepting!

always love getting a chance to talk about my kids! especially love when Tessa’s out here, giving love to the other Harriets around here! So, some general background and some more exclusive stuff with @voiceofmany who I worked out most of Harriet’s hp verse with.

Harriet Genevieve Hook is the half-blood, half-breed daughter of the pureblood crime lord Captain James Hook and a siren he met off the shores of Greece - where sirens are more like those traditionally depicted, as opposed to the merfolk in Scotland shown in the HP movies. I’ve yet to figure out if “captain” is just a moniker or if he actually served in some sort of naval force.

Harriet has two half-siblings: Harry, also a half-blood, and CJ, a pureblood, as a nod to my half-joking hc about Harriet being half siren, CJ being half pixie, and Harry being all human and very tired.

James Hook is sent to Azkaban during Harriet’s childhood, about a year or two prior to her enrollment in Hogwarts. She deals with the stigma of her lineage her entire time in school.

Harriet, Harry, and CJ are raised under the guardianship of William Smee, an old cohort of their father’s who had been found innocent of wrongdoing in his trial. She doesn’t refer to Smee as her father but he’s the closest thing to a father figure she has.

She’s sorted into Slytherin, where her cunning and creative problem solving thrive. She grows to be a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team.

She’s skilled in combative magic and thrives in her DADA, potions and transfiguration classes.

Her least favorite class is Care of Magical Creatures, as it makes her feely cagey and uncomfortable. Merfolk, though sentient enough to qualify as beings, self identify as beasts on the whole and as such, Harriet feels uncomfortable around other magical creatures.

Like in all verses, Harriet ADORES Astronomy and is often found sneaking into the Astronomy tower or sneaking extra flights in the Quidditch pitch after hours to watch the sky.

Her siren powers manifest the closer she is to water. She has no tail but incredibly good lung capacity for a mortal and can hold her breath quite long underwater. Her voice takes on more suggestive qualities closer to water and has definitely caused people to stop outside the prefects’ bath when she sneaks in there to bath and lets herself sing.

She grows up to play professional Quidditch for the Hollyhead Harpies or, as discussed with @voiceofmany, may grow up to be a professional battle wizard, since Dove put the idea of magical MMA into my head, which I give full credit to her for.

Now, a bit about my headcanons with @voiceofmany !!

Harriet Hook and Percy Weasley are stupidly in love but will never admit it.

Without any sort of position of authority - sometimes I hc Harriet as quidditch captain, often I don’t as I love getting to write banter with her and Chance’s Marcus Flint over at @pulchramortis - Harriet sort of spirals. In her main verse, she can channel her negative emotions, her drive, her passion into creating a crew of other misfits and banding together. Without that, she tends to isolate herself. She flits from flirtation to flirtation and enjoys causing mischief to relieve the tedium.

She and Percy have clashed for years because of her rule-breaking and his adherence to being the best Prefect and Head Boy possible. But he’s one of the few people who, in Harriet’s mind, didn’t see her as a creature or some sort of exotic novelty.

By OOTP, when Percy is exiled from the Weasleys and working in the Ministry, he and Harriet have become roommates in a small flat where she lives when in the offseason from Quidditch training.

Dove and I have concocted a million different scenarios for how they get together but they’re usually in some sort of romantic thing by the end of the series.

They’re both more touched starved than they will ever admit and Dove and I like joking about how they’re rarely, if ever, apart once they get their shit together

They’re disasters and I fell into this ship way too hard

Also, regarding Dove’s other muses, Harriet and Angelina Johnson are Very Gay and Roger Davies is basically at Harriet’s beck and call. (I’m mostly kidding)

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heartsunholy-a · 5 years

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“You, uhm–kinda touched my–yeah..” (Perciett FGHJK)

Christina Clears Out Her Inbox 2k19 // @voiceofmany

She hadn’t intended to do it, really. She knows making any sort of advance to try and get out of punishment simply doesn’t work on Percy. In fact, it usually makes him angrier. And while sometimes, it’s fun to wind Weasley up and watch his head explode, Harriet’s mostly just eager to end the night having finished one detention sentence, not starting a second.

But Percy’s so red and it’s from embarrassment, not anger, and Harriet can’t keep from giggling at the sight. “C’mon Weasley, relax! S’just a hand brushin’ yer arse. Can’t be the first time that’s ha-”

She cuts herself off when she sees the face he’s making. He’s…embarrassed, yes, but there’s something…pleading in his eyes. Something that makes her comments about Penelope Clearwater die in her throat. Because…surely, they’ve done…something, right? She remembers hearing rumors of Percy’s little sister catching them in some empty Charms classroom. And if they were that eager, sneaking around like that, surely they must’ve…

She’s overthinking. She’s going soft and she hates it, hates her hesitation, hates the way she lets those fathomless blue eyes get to her like this. But just because Harriet hates it doesn’t mean she can stop it.

So she scoffs, feels her tongue run along her teeth behind pursed lips and shakes her head. “Nevermind. S’an accident, Weasley. Take it easy, yeah?”

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heartsunholy-a · 5 years

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‘You nearly died’ kiss (oh no perciett post Battle of Hogwarts)

Another Kiss Meme // @voiceofmany // accepting

She’s kept up, a little. How could she not? Her life these days is nothing but running drills with the Harpies during the day and curled up with the radio at night, wondering if Harry, CJ, and Bridget are safe. But she hasn’t seen the extent of the tragedy. No, not until the Battle of Hogwarts itself does she see how truly how horrific things have become. Harriet isn’t really sure how word gets to them, what sort underground information networks exist through the Isles to reach Harriet all the way in Wales. Merlin knows Harry and her sisters couldn’t contact her directly with anything important, without risking their own necks.

The “how” doesn’t matter. Because Harriet’s there with Angelina at her side - a friend, a teammate for the last few years - and Oliver at her other - once an enemy but they’re too old for Quidditch rivalries now, aren’t they? And they’re fighting, watching their school crumble around them as they throw hexes and curses and hope that they have enough fight left in them to make a difference.

Voldemort grants them an hour’s reprieve to rest and gather their dead. And wandering through ruins, searching for her siblings, Harriet catches wind of a fallen Weasley amongst the casualties. Her mind immediately sees a deep-set frown, cheeks as red as his hair and her heart aches at the idea that he could just be…gone. She wants so badly to find him, in this mass of bodies, but…but no. No, she…she needs to find her siblings, to make sure they’re okay…

It’s not until the dust settles - when the battle is won, when Harry’s limped off to check on Uma and Gil, when CJ’s curled up in a blanket with EJ Andersen, when Bridget and Cynthia sit close and bask in each other’s warmth - not until then that Harriet goes off in search of Percy Weasley and hopes to every goddamn deity in the world that she finds him breathing.

And she does.

But she hangs back when the picture widens to more than just Percy’s heavy shoulders and tired face across the hall from where Harriet stands. She only sees one of the twins. Ginny’s curled against their mother, who has a hand on George’s knee - she’s pretty sure it’s George, anyway. He’s always had the softer eyes. Percy sitting next to his father with the same weary, grieving expression on their faces.

Oh. Oh Merlin…Poor Fred…

She…She can’t bother him like this. Her worries mean…nothing, compared to what Percy must be going through. So Harriet ducks her head, takes a deep breath, and prepares to leave. To go back to her siblings, to Angelina or Oliver, just…anywhere but here.

But when she looks up, Percy’s noticed her. He always has, hasn’t he? People noticed Hook - the trouble maker, the halfbreed freak, the siren flirting her way through life. But they’ve never seen her the way he has. And it leaves her rooted to the spot because the way he looks at her, like he’s seen some sort of ghost as he pats his father’s shoulder and stands up…He looks at her and he sees-

“Harriet?”

And then he’s right in front of her and her blood runs hot with a thousand different emotions. She’s…scared and relieved and nervous and elated and she…can’t say any of that. So she doesn’t try. With tears building in her eyes, Harriet Hook reaches up, takes hold of Percy Weasley’s face and pulls him in for a kiss. There’s years of unspoken tension, unspoken kinship, unspoken desire and worry all rolled into the single act of pressing her lips to Percy’s.

When she pulls back, with a quiet rush of air, Harriet still can’t find the words but she tries. “Fuck. Merlin’s fucking beard, Percy, I’m so…you’re okay, you’re…fuck, I was so scared, they, they said…” No. No, this isn’t about her. Percy’s safe and her worries are assuaged. So now, Harriet needs to shift her focus away from herself and her thoughts and fears. Her thumb stroke against his cheek, ignoring the tears that finally fall from her own eyes. “’m here, okay? ‘m here. Tell me what I can do, Percy. Tell me whatcha need right now.”

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