Title: Late night Thoughts
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess...here is the encounter…because you are special…
Percy lay there listening to Oliver's breathing. They hadn't done much. Percy didn't believe in rushing into things…and he certainly wasn't going to do what Oliver wanted him to do on the living room floor. That was just downright wrong.
//Angel may have been right after all. Maybe Oliver was the one she was talking about that night before he died.//
* * *
" Priscilla, love. Is that you? Come on over here and sit your ass down." Angel tapped the side of the hospital bed lightly. " Look at you. A regular drag princess." Angel sighed and coughed loudly. I have never seen him this bad before. He quickly recovers though, he always does. And when he does, his smile is even brighter than before. He's so brave.
" Princess? Don't you mean a drag queen?" I force a nervous smile while I attempt to stop the tears that burn my eyes. He's dying, and there's nothing I can do to help him. After all he helped me through, I can't help him at all.
" No. You will be a drag princess for as long as you are in this biz. Honey, trust me. One day your prince will come and take you away from all this. You're just that type. Unlike me. I'm just an old queen who can't take anymore." Angel laughed, sending him into another coughing fit.
" Honey, I want you to promise me something. You have to try your best to get out of this life. It's not for you, baby. It really isn't. Guy Leroux couldn't take being who he was. So he became Angel Leroux. A beaten, worn out old queen with barely an hour left. Percy Weasley can take it. He just needs to find someone to help him try. So promise me baby, promise me you'll try to get out of this." Angel's eyes are filled with tears and I can tell he is fighting hard to stop them from falling.
" I promise I'll try Angel. But no prince would ever want me." I look away from Angel. I know he's staring at me how he always does when I put myself down.
" Priscilla, don't you start that. They'd be a fool not to want you. Now say goodnight, and honey, please don't cry." Angel smiles, touching my cheek and turning my face to his. " Goodbye, baby."
" Goodbye…" I pause and watch Angel breath his last breath before his head falls back onto the pillow. " Angel." A single tear rolls down my cheek and I don't move to wipe it away.
* * *
Oliver shifted slightly. He was surprised to see that Percy was still awake. Not only that. It seemed like the fragile redhead was crying. " Percy, is everything all right?" Oliver asked, kissing the other boy gently on the cheek.
" Yes. Just a bad dream, that's all." Percy forced a smile and closed his eyes. " Goodnight Oliver." //My prince.// Percy sighed happily as he snuggled against Oliver. This was exactly where he wanted to be.
END PART FIVE
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess...here is the encounter…because you are special…
Percy lay there listening to Oliver's breathing. They hadn't done much. Percy didn't believe in rushing into things…and he certainly wasn't going to do what Oliver wanted him to do on the living room floor. That was just downright wrong.
//Angel may have been right after all. Maybe Oliver was the one she was talking about that night before he died.//
* * *
" Priscilla, love. Is that you? Come on over here and sit your ass down." Angel tapped the side of the hospital bed lightly. " Look at you. A regular drag princess." Angel sighed and coughed loudly. I have never seen him this bad before. He quickly recovers though, he always does. And when he does, his smile is even brighter than before. He's so brave.
" Princess? Don't you mean a drag queen?" I force a nervous smile while I attempt to stop the tears that burn my eyes. He's dying, and there's nothing I can do to help him. After all he helped me through, I can't help him at all.
" No. You will be a drag princess for as long as you are in this biz. Honey, trust me. One day your prince will come and take you away from all this. You're just that type. Unlike me. I'm just an old queen who can't take anymore." Angel laughed, sending him into another coughing fit.
" Honey, I want you to promise me something. You have to try your best to get out of this life. It's not for you, baby. It really isn't. Guy Leroux couldn't take being who he was. So he became Angel Leroux. A beaten, worn out old queen with barely an hour left. Percy Weasley can take it. He just needs to find someone to help him try. So promise me baby, promise me you'll try to get out of this." Angel's eyes are filled with tears and I can tell he is fighting hard to stop them from falling.
" I promise I'll try Angel. But no prince would ever want me." I look away from Angel. I know he's staring at me how he always does when I put myself down.
" Priscilla, don't you start that. They'd be a fool not to want you. Now say goodnight, and honey, please don't cry." Angel smiles, touching my cheek and turning my face to his. " Goodbye, baby."
" Goodbye…" I pause and watch Angel breath his last breath before his head falls back onto the pillow. " Angel." A single tear rolls down my cheek and I don't move to wipe it away.
* * *
Oliver shifted slightly. He was surprised to see that Percy was still awake. Not only that. It seemed like the fragile redhead was crying. " Percy, is everything all right?" Oliver asked, kissing the other boy gently on the cheek.
" Yes. Just a bad dream, that's all." Percy forced a smile and closed his eyes. " Goodnight Oliver." //My prince.// Percy sighed happily as he snuggled against Oliver. This was exactly where he wanted to be.
END PART FIVE