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insertinterestingusernamehere · 2 years

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What Is Life Without Action?

Fanfic based on the Harbour Town AU by @cupcakeshakesnake !

A.N. : So I discovered the AU a couple days ago and I was obsessed- It’s a gem to all of humankind, and I love the art ahahah- So this also gave me a few ideas for a new fic? Because I was like : ah yes time to write a wholesome fic for once...

For the record, Theodore Groves is an overly enthusiastic and chill Science teacher because I just... that just fit the vibe- Gillete would be like the English teacher who just needs people to hand up work.. And I am convinced James Norrington is an animal person- these were just the couple of stuff I came up with, and my interpretation of how OST went in the AU... @cupcakeshakesnake I hope that’s alright haha- Well then, on with the story!

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Summary : James gets outplayed by Theo... or does he?

Working as a teacher and minding a whole class of children was bad enough. It hardly helped that his particular class of children were, in fact, ones with wild imagination and even wilder roleplay lore that he could barely understand sometimes. It hardly helped as well that they tended to bring chaos and trouble. Everywhere. Plus, he could hardly trust his longtime friends to keep them in check. Because they tended to partake in the chaos as well. James Norrington had hoped, more than ever, that whatever shenanigans the class was up to, he would not have to be involved.

That perhaps this week-long camp would go without incident, yes? Fate- Well. On this day, fate appeared to be laughing down at him. He was, as always, once again reminded that sometimes, he had to always make precautions. Every time.

“You did what,” Norrington stated, dragging a hand down his face as he took in the as always, overly enthusiastic Science teacher before him. The latter had burst into the staffroom in a flurry, taking a few moments to regain his breath and brush off the stray Nerf bullets still clinging onto his staff ID. The brown-haired man currently being addressed had a feeling that this was not going to end well.

“Listen- It’s going to be easy enough! Just go out and get water- from the drinking fountain!” Groves gestured to the door, which was practically all that stood between them and fresh water.

“Bottled water exists,” James sighed, taking a sip from the plastic bottle, only to cough and splutter, stifling a string of colourful words.

“They vinegar-ed it, James, you have to go get water!” His colleague’s hopeful face signalled the oncoming of another headache.

“And you played no part in this.” Groves fiddled with a pen nervously under the mildly disappointed green gaze currently pinned on him.

“Well… I may have told Jack where the water was?” “Wonderful,” James rebutted sarcastically.

“Remind me again that I cannot, ever, trust you with any responsible adult duties.” Theo opened his mouth to protest, but James simply beat him to it.

“Remember that time I left my phone unlocked on my desk when I went to teach a class? Yeah I came back one hour later to realise you- You used all the ammunition I stockpiled,” James paused to draw in a breath, in which his friend cut in.

“It was only in World of Warships! Surely you’d know of the statistics of how only one shot lands every hundred shots, I’d argue that I proved to have better odds-” He was about to go into a full length explanation of his shining luck and all, but was interrupted by James.

“You made my fleet unplayable for one day, Theo. And you robbed me of a million (in-game currency) in terms of shell cost,” Norrington deadpanned, recalling his agony at attempting to repair the damage Theo had managed to do in one hour.

Groves crossed his arms with a frown, defending himself. “It was only one incident!”

James raised an eyebrow and cast him an unreadable look.

“Okay. Then what about Tortuga?”

“Well I think that one went pretty well,” Groves countered. “Sure….” James drawled, laying on more sarcasm this time around.

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A few winter breaks ago.

The brunette’s gaze flicked up for a moment, back down at the computer, then back up once more, his eyes widening slightly. Leaning over the countertop, two incredibly familiar faces peered up at him. If it wasn’t Gibbs and Sparrow. The duo’s excitement waned slightly the moment they recognised him, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Fancy seeing you here. Enjoying your winter break, I hope?” The two of them blinked, at a loss for words for a few moments before Gibbs offered a greeting, stumbling over the words a little.

“Oh- uh- Hi, Mr Norrington.”

“Uh-” On his left, Jack’s eyes were wide, his mouth opening and closing- Of all the places, they had not expected their teacher to be working at Tortuga Arcade-

“Well? Do you need to top up the cards?” That. That seemed to snap Jack out of his mild panic-slash-horror at meeting his homeroom teacher who just so happened to be working at an arcade… anyways.

“Uh… There don’t happen to be any more teachers here, eh?” He questioned weakly, glancing around the neon-lit space and bustling crowd.

James opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by an enthusiastic shout of “Gibbs! Jack! The two of you here to play too?” Groves’ voice came from the nearest station, where he was currently battling the pinball machine.

“...Mr Groves?”

“I suppose that answers your question,” James sighed, shaking his head. The two just looked between their homeroom teacher, clearly doing his job, and their Science teacher, who most decidedly, was not. Jack just offered an awkward wave, unsure what to make of it all.

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Present Day.

“I was conducting routine maintenance!” Theo protested, shrugging.

“You were not,” James snorted. “I’m amazed you didn’t get caught slacking off on the job.” His long-time friend simply gave him a sly grin, replying, “Well then, that’s where practice comes in.” The brunette huffed, well aware of the fact that Groves was highly enjoying this teasing banter.

“Oh for the love of-” He scowled, resigned to glaring at Theo instead.

The science teacher shook his head, pouting ever-so-slightly. As much of a carefree soul as ever, James mused wryly. Theo really hadn’t changed since they met in middle school.

“James, do procure the water, or I’ll have no choice but to hoard Clover and Jazz to myself when we return to the apartment.” Hints of a devious grin were starting to surface on Theo’s expression, and James was dragged out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes.

“You would never- They’ve been most affectionate with me.” It was true, the pair of rambunctious kittens were now full of energy, far from the sorry sight the class had presented him with a few months ago- There would be time to dwell on that later. Currently, he was still trying to figure out how exactly Groves planned to force away the two fluffballs retaining his sanity. As if on cue, he raised a packet of cat treats, James’ eyes widening-

“You would not.”

“Is that a challenge?” Groves countered, knowing he’d won this argument, however childish it might have been. What he held was the Holy Grail, of sorts. The only thing that could steal the kittens away from James. Clearly, he knew that, and a resigned frown settled on his features.

“Oh very well. Do tell what happened.”

Theo grinned victoriously, settling down on the other chair opposite James and launched into his tale.

A good twenty or so minutes later of excited gesturing and recounting on Theo’s part, he was now more than convinced that said Science teacher had the mentality of a child sometimes. His gaze flicked to the door, and, beyond that, the drinking fountain. He could faintly pick out the voices of the children.

“So Gillete attempted to get the water first.”

“Well. Yes, but he didn’t really get far,” Theo reiterated, recalling the exact events he had watched.

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Literally half an hour ago.

“Alright that’s it- I’m going to get the water,” And so Andrew grabbed his water bottle and headed out towards the drinking fountain. Theo simply watched as he was nudged by one of the children, nearly fell onto Barbossa who, under threat, pushed the English teacher away with decent force, and the rest protected their drinking fountain, Nerf guns blazing and foam swords drawn. Needless to say, Gillete was driven back to the safety of the room in no time.

“Beaten by a group of role-playing students, hm?” Groves fought back the urge to laugh as he took in his colleague’s miserable form.

“Oh shut it. You try then,” Andrew answered grumpily, before leaving to sulk and likely search for alternate sources of water. As though there were any more. They were in the middle of a forest. In summer camp. Theo simply shrugged. Hey, what’s the worst that could happen? And he did just that, of course, adding on his energetic Science teacher flair.

James looked at him with bemusement. “So you’re telling me, that you took your staff ID-”

“Yes.”

“Went out of the room and ran to the fountain-”

“Yes.”

“Whipped out the ID and proclaimed loudly that the fountain was now under the name of all the teachers.” Groves nodded, and James sighed once more. (A.N. I wish I had a picture of what Groves did lmao)

To be exact, after Groves’ loud exclamation caused the students to pause in their activities, one of the Spanish kids glanced at the teacher before them, mentally deciding that he might as well take the shot. He lifted his Nerf gun, and fired. The pellet hit Theo with amazingly large force, and caused him to falter slightly.

“Sorry Mr. Groves!” Jack offered before the rest opened fire, pellets and foam bullets chasing him all the way to the staffroom.

One quick glance back showed him that the Spanish kid had declared, “Make a note of that teacher’s bravery- But now, the Aqua le Vida is ours!”

“It’s the Fountain of Youth, and no, it is not!” Jack protested. Theo shook his head as he ducked into the safety of the staffroom, slightly resigned that he had been chased from the fountain by the students.

“That is pretty much what happened,” Theo summarised, James pinching the bridge of his nose as his shoulders sagged.

“Seriously.”

The two teachers stared at each other for a long while before James exhaled, trying to make sense of it all. Of course Groves had done that, being well, Groves.

“Alright- Fine,” James relented, though reluctance crept into his voice.

“Great!” Theo perked up considerably at that, sliding over a bottle of coffee as an olive branch - a peace offering, obviously, to sweeten the deal a bit more for his disgruntled friend.

“So- that makes you dead in their roleplay lore, I’d assume,” James commented dryly, accepting the coffee gratefully.

“I would suppose so… what about you then?” Groves frowned, casting a curious look at James. Believe it or not, both of them found the storyline the students played with rather… interesting. Boring as their lives were, this did bring in some light to the dreary days.

“Died a long time ago, after I applied for sick leave the other semester.” James recalled wryly, when he had bumped into the group of children and overheard Elizabeth lamenting his unfortunate death. Took him a few minutes to realise they were just playing.

The two lapsed into silence for a while, before James decided to finally get the water. He made a move towards the door, only for it to slam open and he jumped back, met with the sight of a certain few scruffy, role-playing children. Before he could even open his mouth to chide them for not knocking, one of the Spanish kids took it upon himself to hesitantly address the teachers.

“Señor profesor… The fountain… it… it broke.” Oh of course it did, His mind mumbled snappily as he took in the multiple guilty faces staring up at him. Jack looked positively terrified. Theo walked out to stand beside him, looking towards the direction of the drinking fountain, which looked pretty beat up. He frowned slightly.

“You all broke the fountain?” He questioned lightly, looking towards Will, who nodded sheepishly. Turning to face James, the other’s disappointed gaze softened slightly. Ah well. Kids would be kids.

“I shall… inform the campground maintenance about the broken fountain. For now, do take these bottles of water,” Their homeroom teacher addressed the clearly regretful students, before vanishing into the room and reappearing a moment later with a box of water bottles. Not filled with vinegar this time, mind you. Jack blinked mutely, exchanging a glance with Hector, who stared back with equal chagrin.

“Yes… I knew about the little prank. I did, however, make precautions. Since there is only one day of the camp left, this should hopefully be enough,” James stated, allowing the faintest hints of exasperation to leak into his words. The students took the water with mumbled thanks before turning to leave, which was when James tactfully reminded them to ‘reflect on their actions’ before he and Theo watched them scurry back to their cabins.

He had gone easy on them, Groves knew that, but currently, he was more curious than surprised. As the two of them entered the staffroom once more, they were interrupted by Gillete, who exclaimed, “Well that would be a new one! Breaking the drinking fountain! Seriously James, only your class would be capable of that,” he laughed, shaking his head, the effects of his defeat earlier having ebbed away.

James simply sighed in response. Perhaps- no. This was definitely enough chaos for today. Noting Theo’s look of surprise that he’d been unable to wipe off, he allowed a small smirk to surface at Theo’s loss of words.

“How- How did you-”

“Well then, that’s where practice comes in,” He replied easily, turning Theo’s own words against him. Andrew looked between the two, not quite sure what to make of all this.

Inwardly, James laughed at their confusion. At the very least, teaching this chaotic class had taught him some things.

Number one : Be prepared for everything.

And number two : Perhaps sometimes, life without action could get pretty boring. Perhaps.

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A.N. (again?!) yeah- that’s my first fic on this blog done lol- hope everyone reading this enjoyed it! I sure had fun writing this one.

#my fics #potc #harbor town au #james norrington #theodore groves #andrew gillete #jack sparrow

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imaginepirates · 2 years

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So I have a fic rec for ya, not sure if you’re really interested in Groves content or not but its Called Overtime by ivorydragoness44, its rlly cute and made me a sucker for Groves even though I wasn’t even the least bit interested in him (srry I couldn’t include a link but for some reason it wouldnt send with the link in but the fic is the first thing that shows up when you search for ‘Theodore Groves x Reader’ soo yeah! Have fun!)

Oh! Thank you! I'm always interested in exploring the naval characters and haven't seem much done for him. It was very sweet, and you can find it here if anyone else is intrigued. Domestic fics do hold a certain place in my heart.

@ivorydragoness44, nice job! It was lovely.

#ask #theodore groves #theo groves

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reine-du-sourire · 11 months

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"Oh, Groves, you've outdone yourself this time! It's a brilliantly ridiculous idea. I can hardly contain my excitement! How can I assist you in making this farce a reality?"

However, Groves knew he had to be careful. His plan had to remain undetected by Beckett, lest the Lord's wrath fall upon him like a ton of cannonballs.

"Yes, the universe conspiring through masks! A perfect touch of whimsy. But let's not stop there. We can arrange for unexpected encounters throughout the evening."

After all, what harm could a little mischief and a dash of romance do in the grand scheme of things?

#random lines from a WIP that i am not going to finish #potc #pirates of the caribbean #theodore groves #andrew gillette #lord cutler beckett #cutler beckett

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ivorydragoness44 · 2 months

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Theodore Groves x Reader: Fire

Word Count: n/a (tba) Warnings/Notes: established relationship, kissing, fluff, and gender neutral.

I wrote this oddly fast lol. All it took was for me to pass by a gif of Elizabeth Swann from the first potc film. Summary: Theodore helps the Reader put on a necklace but soon gets bashful, briefly.

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The crescent moon had risen over Port Royal. The waves crashed deliciously ashore as a cool breeze swept through an open window, fluttering thin curtains. Theodore Groves breathed in deeply. The salty sea air refreshed his senses as he looked over the Port. But only for a moment. His duties to the Royal Navy were complete for the day. There were other more domestic ones too attend to now that he was home. Shutting the curtains, Theodore turned toward the candlelight. There, you stood in front of the vanity, eyes focused on the mirror. Once he noticed that your fingers were fiddling with your necklace, he easily strode over. "Here, darling, let me help you with that." Theodore offered, taking the necklace into his grasp. "Thank you," you smiled at him through the mirror. "I must be tired if I'm having difficulty." "No need to worry," he assured, clasping the necklace together behind your neck. "There," he smiled at your reflection. "Perfection."

For a long moment, he admired you. All to quickly, his eyes darted away, a pink hue dusting his ears.

Noticing his bashfulness, you turned to face him. "What is the matter Theo?" "Forgive me," he answered quietly, still not meeting your gaze. "Speak your mind, love. I promise not to toss you overboard, though we're on land." His fingertips hovered over the skin of your shoulder. "I forget myself at times," he said. "Your skin is so warm. Perfect. I fear that it burns me so." "How can you ever stand it?" You softly teased. "Like a fire, the scorching sun, you burn me with each touch. But I would not have it any other way." You touched his hand with your own, guiding him to touch you. He nearly sucked in a breath at the contact. Along your shoulder, you moved his hand. Across your collarbones at the top most part of your chest, you swore he was not breathing. Stopping at your other shoulder, you slowly released your hold on him. "How are your fingers now?" "Ablaze," Theodore smiled. Gently cupping his face in your hands, you kissed him sweetly. Feeling a soft sigh exhale from his nostrils as you did so. His hands lightly gripped at your shoulders. As if making sure that you were real and with him. Tilting your head to intensity the kiss, you stepped even closer. Not that there was much space between the pair of you to begin with, but you wanted to feel his body against your own. His hands smoothed down your sides to rest at your waist. There you both remained until he gasped lightly, a deep love twinkling in his eyes. "Mx. Groves," Theodore smiled.

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Thank you for reading!

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esta-elavaris · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Day ~ Theodore Groves/OC [1,713 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

This is set in the same universe as my James Norrington/OC story, Catch the Wind, so some details might not make sense if you haven't read that. There'll be more parts to this at some point, not related to flufftober, but if I didn't end it where it did, it'd end up being a behemoth and not ready for day 8. So we'll call it a starting point 😏

Hope was observant - and, better still, she was no fool. She knew that her employers were…out of the ordinary. More so the mistress than the master, but then again seeing as he’d married the mistress, he had to have his fair share of quirks. But none of that was something she considered to be a bad thing. In fact, it made working for them rather pleasant. She didn’t comment upon the oddities to their faces, she wasn’t an idiot, and more importantly she didn’t comment upon them behind their backs, either. No matter how many people pressed her for details on whether they matched up to all of the strange stories surrounding the two of them.

They paid her exceedingly well, and treated her better still, and that was more than enough to earn Hope’s loyalty. Which was why, when she entered the kitchen one morning to find a strange man in the pantry, she thought little of taking up the nearest sharp object. It happened to be a carving fork rather than a knife, but she brandished it before her with two hands.

The master was away, and the mistress would likely be abed for a few more hours still. She only prayed little Antonia would remain upstairs until she could convince the intruder to leave.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said, “but you must leave. Quickly. Or else I’ll call for the master of the house.”

If he had been watching the house, he would know that the master was not home. But hopefully this had been a flight of opportunism, and not a calculated move. Hopefully he had come here alone, and not with some horrid gang.

The man turned and blinked at her in dismay, raising his hands up before his chest, palms out as though surrendering. He certainly wasn’t dressed like a vagrant - in a waistcoat, shirt, and breeches that were in good shape albeit with some mud, and with long dark hair combed neatly back and tied at the nape of his neck.

“I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said.

“Indeed there has,” Hope replied evenly, “you are in the wrong house, sir.”

“My name is Theodore Groves, Miss…?” when she did not supply her name, he continued. “Miss. I am an old colleague of Admiral- er, that is, an old friend of the Norringtons. I returned here with Mr Norrington late last night, and it was thought best not to wake any of the servants to prepare a bedroom for me. I am here at the invitation of the Norringtons, you have my word.”

“Groves?” she echoed quietly, faltering.

“I was a Lieutenant under Admiral Norrington in his days with the Royal Navy. I’ve maintained correspondence with the Norringtons since then with some regularity. If you will allow me to go to my bag, I can fetch a letter that might prove it.”

Hope felt the colour drain from her face, and she immediately discarded the carving fork down to the tabletop. For she recognised the name, and were he not who he said he was, he would have no way of concocting such a story.

“Oh my God,” she said thinly. “I am so sorry, sir, I didn’t realise that…if I had known…”

“You’re not in the habit of threatening guests of the Norringtons with kitchen implements, then?” he asked wryly, a small smile on his face.

She had to place a hand onto the tabletop in order to remain upright. Unconventionality of her employers aside, she’d just wielded a carving fork at a good friend of theirs. It was a sackable offense in anybody’s estimation. Not growing to comfortable here was something she’d vowed not to do – not because she thought they might kick her out at a moment’s notice, but because it would be all too easy for an idiot to take their kindness for weakness and push their luck here. Hope had no wish to do that, for it seemed the easiest way to ruin a good thing.

“I am so sorry,” she said again.

The smile quickly slipped from Groves’ face as he appeared to realise the extent of her horror, and he held out his hands, palms flat, approaching as though hoping to calm a spooked horse.

“Truly, do not trouble yourself with it,” he insisted, stopping just out of arm’s reach. “It warms me, if anything, to see the sort of loyalty the Norringtons inspire in those in their employ.”

Hope nodded, her face quickly trading going cold and stark-white to blazing crimson.

“Well, can I fetch you anything, sir?”

“Are you a cook?”

“No, a maid – in a manner of speaking. But the cook isn’t here on a full-time basis, there’s no need for that, so if you’re resolved to wait for him you’ll only go hungry.”

“In a manner of speaking?” he echoed, a small smile on his face. “That sounds far more suspect than I think you intended. Like you’re a maid by day but assassin by night.”

Hope breathed a laugh. Yes. He was definitely a friend of the mistress.

Theodore Groves, from their first meeting onwards, was on Hope’s mind more than was strictly necessary. Nor wise. At first it was embarrassment at their first meeting – as well as worry. Mrs Norrington would perhaps find it amusing, but Mr Norrington, while not cruel, was a deal more serious than his wife. More of a stickler for the done way of things.

But, that night, when Mrs Norrington introduced their guest to Hope as she cleared the dinner table for them, he smiled politely at her as though they had never met…and offered her a reassuring smile when her employers’ attention moved elsewhere. The worry had left her then, but her curiosity had only grown.

He was kind. A kindness that seemed to seep into his face and his general demeanour and shine through – and he was a dream of a guest to deal with, for he had her employers’ habit of seeking to make her job easier for her rather than falling into bluster about getting what they pay for. Plates were organised and neatly stacked at one end of the table for her to collect after dinner, they made their own bed after rising, and Mrs Norrington even insisted on dressing herself, or making do with only the help of her husband – and on being called Mistress Theodora, when they were in conversation. Only because Hope could not quite bring herself just to call her Theo.

Mrs Norrington, she knew, had profited from a great deal of upwards mobility, and so Hope suspected that to be the root of her kindness, perhaps not taking kindle to being on the other side of the great divide, and Mr Norrington likely was content to follow his wife’s lead for the most part – although he took far more easily to the conventional ways of addressing servants. The matter of dressing, she thought, was less an oddity and more a great sadness. It was no secret that she’d taken a knife to the belly in all of that mess a few years ago, and what it had cost her. She could not be blamed for wishing to keep the evidence of such a time private. But, to the point, guests were always a wild card, and Groves was proving to be far towards the positive end of the spectrum than of the ilk who traipsed mud across the house with smirks on their faces because they knew it would not be their job to clean it.

No, Mr Groves seemed to suffer from the opposite problem. The same sort that Mrs Norrington did, if their second real encounter was anything to go by.

She’d been in the midst of mending one of Mrs Norrington’s favourite nightgowns at the great, cleaned, table in the kitchen when their guest had all but burst into the room.

“It’s raining,” he said in response to her wide-eyed stare.

“…It’s England, sir,” she said slowly.

He smiled at that, his face boyish in his amusement, before she could worry that she’d sounded rude.

“Yes, I’m aware of that – but you have an awful lot of clothing on that line out there.”

Oh. Oh no.

Such was her haste to race out, basket in hand, that she didn’t even notice Groves not five paces behind until he was at her side, carefully unpinning clothing from the line and throwing it into the basket as she did.

“You shouldn’t, sir,” she insisted – albeit distractedly. “If the Norringtons see…”

“They’re out – they’ve taken Antonia into town. And you must know Theodora well enough by now to know she’d judge me more harshly if I did not help you,” he snorted. “Furthermore, I feel I owe you for that dreadful fright I gave you.”

He had a point there – and she didn’t really anticipate their ire, but it simply did not look good for their guest, for their very old friend, to be seen engaging in drudgery while he stayed. But the rain grew heavier, raining down upon them with the ferocity of hailstones, and whatever reservations she had were soon washed away by it.

Groves proved to be a skilled tactician, too, for he soon realised that she could take down the clothing at least twice as quickly as he, and adopted a new strategy. Shrugging off his coat, he stood in a shirt and waistcoat that soon grew sodden, and shielded the basket with his overcoat so that the clothing within wouldn’t be drenched by the time she was done. He cut a ridiculous figure, hunched awkwardly over the basket as though his back was bent with age he could hardly boast of. When his actions earned him a disbelieving stare, he simply laughed and urged her to hurry. She didn’t need to be told twice.

They returned indoors freezing, soaked through, robbed of their breath by cold and exertion both…but giggling like children. Best of all, most of the clothing was little more than damp. And they could both pretend that the flush of their cheeks was thanks to the cold, rather than the fact that they could not look one another in the eye without smiling.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

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