#hphm is going to give me a heart attack one day

[snucius]

WHAT DID YOU SAAAAAY?

I love it when they make things like this 😍

#severus was OBSESSED with him #shut up i'll take this as canon #i don't care if it's in the books or not #this is my reality now #what books? #hphm is going to give me a heart attack one day #first holiday blancmange thing and now THIS #the only bad thing about hphm is the absence of a 'eww i hate them' button when something about marauders came up #snucius #lucius malfoy #severus snape #harry potter #harry potter ships #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm severus snape #pro severus snape #pro lucius malfoy #pro snucius #lucius and severus #severus and lucius #lucius x severus #severus x lucius #lucius and snape #snape and lucius #lucius x snape #snape x lucius #lucius #snape

[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 2

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N:

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drug abuse, swearing, suggestive NSFW content

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster

No, we won't tell a soul where we gone to

Girl, we do whatever we want to

Ah, I love the way that you do me

Cherry, babe, you really get to me

~ Neil Diamond - Cherry, Cherry ~

It had already been pretty late when they had finally left the O2 arena and made their way into the heart of the city. They’d just had enough time to order something to eat at one of their favourite restaurants at the still bustling Heron Tower before last orders were called.

None of them being in the mood to go home just yet, they had taken a cab to Mayfair for an opportunity to wind down from the high of their show. Ethan had wanted to join them, but had waved them away after checking his phone, mumbling something about a lot of work waiting for him in the morning.

No one was particularly sad about Skye’s dad opting out, however; they were currently making their way past the line of people queuing up in front of the nightclub they had chosen for the evening. Orion wasn’t a fan of crowded dancefloors and music he didn’t like blaring so loudly he couldn’t hear his own thoughts, but had bowed to the will of the others.

Many people considered the glitz and glamour that came with being famous as a perk; he just found it shallow and irritating. However, he was still too wound up to just return to his flat; he hadn’t seen his friends in weeks and was looking forward to properly catching up with them. Even if it wasn’t his preferred location for sharing talk and laughter, nothing was perfect after all.

As expected, music washed over them the moment they entered the building and the air grew increasingly warmer as they were led deeper into the bowels of the club. He could see Everett checking out the women on the dancefloor as they walked past, while Lizzie was slightly nodding her head to the music; naturally, she wasn’t able to resist a compelling beat.

The uncomfortably loud volume lessened to a more agreeable level when they arrived at their designated table in the private area. Their first round of drinks hadn’t even arrived yet, when Everett rose from his seat again and left for the dancefloor; none of them had any desire to join him. Lizzie had been considering it for a moment, but Orion knew how exhausted she must be from their performance. His own muscles were burning with fatigue, he could only imagine how she must feel.

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of stories to tell; before their break, they had spent every day together for months on end, making a span of four weeks feel like an eternity and a blink of an eye at the same time. Skye was telling them about the side project she had started with her brothers while Merula spoke about her dabbling into poetry. Lizzie had spent the whole four weeks in the States with her brother and had brought back quite an assortment of stories to tell.

Orion himself had travelled a fair bit as well; there was nothing sparking his creativity like visiting new places with a clean and open mind. Thanks to a surge of inspiration, the songs for their next album were coming along greatly. Although they were still far from what Orion considered good enough to openly share them, he was satisfied with the progress.

When Everett returned after some time, the atmosphere cooled noticeably. Hanging from his arm was a girl with long brown hair, who was looking at Everett as if he was Keith Richards and Kurt Cobain combined. She was dolled up to a ridiculous degree, with heels as high as her dress was short.

Glancing down at her simple dark jeans and top, Lizzie chuckled to herself. “Now I feel underdressed.”

“If anyone is underdressed, that would be her,” Merula muttered, eyeing the hem of the girl’s dress, which barely covered her bum, with an arched eyebrow.

As she and Everett sat down next to Lizzie, the contrast between the girl’s artificial look and Lizzie’s more natural beauty couldn’t have been greater. Orion would probably never stop wondering why women felt the need to distort their looks in such a way.

Real beauty was not something to be put on and worn on display, forced about with flashy jewellery and an absurd amount of makeup; it was like light shining from the inside. It illuminated everything around it, drawing eyes without even trying to.

Their conversations all but ceased as Everett started boasting about their band’s success, his impact on their music and the solo career he had been fantasising about ever since Orion could remember.

Orion had to bite back a laugh as he saw Skye mimicking Everett’s expression when he didn’t look her way. Granted, he was a passable guitarist and talented singer. None of the other band members had the way of enticing the crowd and holding their attention like Everett did; nor did any one of them want to. He was about show and performance, the way he liked to celebrate himself all smoke and mirrors, but this didn’t stop his act increasingly getting on all of their nerves.

Everett didn’t use to be that way back when he had joined Equinox; while he had always been a charismatic guy, their continuous success had started getting to his head. Judging by his erratic gestures and slurred speech, Orion wouldn’t bet on alcohol being the only thing he had coursing through his system and clouding his view on things at the moment.

It wasn’t long, however, before Everett eventually decided he'd had enough of them.

Ignoring the annoyed looks of his friends, he and his girl had started making out right next to them. After a while she giggled, pulled on his sleeve and whispered something into his ear. Without sparing them so much as another glance, Everett got up and pulled her along towards the exit. There was a collective sigh going through the group after they had left.

“Fuck it, a few more minutes and she’d taken her bra off,” Merula muttered.

Lizzie shuddered. “No need, it’s not like she was wearing one.”

Skye shook her head. “I don’t get it, what do they all see in him? He’s not even that good looking.”

“You don’t find any man good looking,” Lizzie answered wryly while taking a sip of her almost empty drink.

“Fair enough,” Skye shot back, blowing her a kiss over the table. Lizzie rolled her eyes, but had to laugh anyway.

“I see what you mean, though,” she continued a moment later. “He’s been getting downright nasty lately. The way he was talking to Charlie during the feedback round? That was so unnecessary; a little more and Charlie might have hit him.”

“He’d never,” Skye chuckled. “It takes more than Ev to rile someone like Charlie up. That would be like Orion punching someone.”

They laughed at the ridiculousness of that idea. Skye was right though, Lizzie thought. While Charlie had been offended at suggesting his work wasn’t absolutely flawless and up to his own standard, it wasn’t like him to lose his cool over something like that.

“Like anyone pursuing what they love with a passion, Charlie does care about his work deeply,” Orion picked the conversation up again, “it is only natural to feel defensive when attacked. When you pour your heart and soul into something, it doesn’t matter if the results or yourself are doubted; it comes down to the same thing.”

“Maybe, but Charlie’s attitude is causing problems,” Merula said glumly. “As much as I hate to admit it, Ev is right; the pyros are a joke since Charlie’s doing two jobs at the same time.”

Lizzie immediately jumped to her friend’s defence. “It’s only temporary; he’ll concentrate on sound as soon as a proper replacement is found.”

Merula snorted in response. “I’m not sure there is anyone Charlie would be happy with who’s not himself.”

“Giving up something you love to the care of someone else is no easy feat,” Orion conceded, “but Murphy said it himself, they have a new applicant in for an interview tomorrow. If they meet him with an open mind, maybe we’ll have the newest member of our crew faster than we think.”

Merula’s answer was cut short by the waitress approaching their table carrying a fresh round of drinks. She handed them out and was about to leave, when she turned around again. Hesitating for a moment, she blushed a little, the change in her skin colour barely visible in the dimmed lights of the nightclub.

“Excuse me if I’m rude or anything, I really don’t want to disturb you,” she mumbled, looking visibly flustered, “but you are the guys from Equinox, aren’t you? The rock band?”

Skye grinned. “Right you are. You a fan?”

The waitress’s eyes lit up. “A fan? Are you kidding? I adore your music! I’ve got tickets for your show tomorrow and can’t wait! It’s such an honour to have you here tonight.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” Lizzie smiled, idly stirring her cherry margarita with the cherry that had come as decoration.

The eyes of the waitress followed the swirls she was creating in the dark liquid. She was visibly gathering her courage before blurting out, “Is it true what’s written on your website? On your character profile?”

Lizzie raised her eyebrows in confusion. “Pardon me?”

The girl started blushing again. “In the misc-section, you know. They’ve written you could tie a cherry stem with your tongue; I’ve never met anyone who can do that.”

Now it was Lizzie’s turn to blush and hide her face behind her hand; sitting directly next to her, Orion could see that she was laughing behind her fingers.

“I knew I should have never told anyone about this,” she sighed, “I had no idea Ethan had them put this on my damn profile.”

“Shut up, you can’t really do that,” Skye exclaimed incredulously. “No way that’s true.”

Lizzie furrowed her brow. “Of course it is.”

“You never told me about that.”

“Why would I?”

“Then why did you tell dad?”

“He asked,” Lizzie shrugged.

Now it was Merula’s turn to look incredulous. “Ethan asked you if you could tie a cherry stem?”

Lizzie snorted. “He asked if I could do a party trick.”

Skye crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back in her seat. She nodded at the cherry between Lizzie’s fingers. “Prove it.”

Amused, Lizzie tilted her head. “What, right now?”

“Scared I’ll call you out, Jameson?”

Her eyes sparkling in prospect of a challenge, Lizzie plucked the stem off the cherry and twirled it between her fingers. “Watch it, Parkin.”

She flashed the still sceptical looking Skye a mischievous grin before she let the cherry stem disappear behind her lips. She knew everyone was watching her intently and Orion could see she was trying not to smirk.

He himself was so concentrated on whether she would succeed or not, he was caught completely off guard when he suddenly felt Lizzie’s hand coming to rest on his knee beneath the table. His breath hitched as she was squeezing it lightly. He had to bite his cheek as her fingers started grazing the inside of his thigh in slow circles, her hand steadily dancing higher and higher. All the while, she was keeping a straight face, her blue eyes fixed on Skye.

Orion couldn’t believe what she was doing; he took a deep breath that came out a lot shakier than he had meant it to.

Just before he had to stop her wandering fingers, she retracted her hand abruptly. Her eyes flickering towards him for the briefest of moments, she pursed her lips and pulled the now doubly tied cherry stem from between them in a deliberately slow motion. With a confident smile, she flicked it at Skye, whose jaw had dropped open.

“Teach me,” was all she managed to say before Lizzie broke into laughter.

“That’s my secret technique, Parkin; I’m not sharing.”

Lizzie leaned back in her seat, visibly satisfied with herself. Judging by the devilish smile playing around her lips, it was not only because she had proven Skye wrong.

Orion closed his eyes for a moment and brushed his hair out of his face to give his fingers something to do. While Lizzie and Skye were bantering back and forth, Orion was counting to fifty in his head in an attempt to reign his thoughts in again.

Just when he thought he had himself back under control again, Lizzie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand while appearing to listen to Merula attentively. What the others could not see was her using her shift in position to press her leg against his. The cheeky smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth was hidden by her hand, only visible to him.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Orion moved himself out of her reach. “As much as I would love to stay with you, my friends, I’m afraid tonight’s show has taken more of a toll on me than I thought,” he explained at Merula’s and Skye’s confused expressions; Lizzie was merely blinking at him innocently. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head back home to get some well deserved rest.”

Without waiting for any of them to reply, Orion quickly turned around and left for the exit, all the while feeling Lizzie’s eyes on his back.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #rockstar au #orion amari #skye parkin #merula snyde #lizzie jameson #lizion #when stars ignite #besties collaborate

[carewyncromwell]

Is it weird that I’m going 👀👀👀 over the Haunted Mansion au??? AHHHH DUNCAN X JACOB BUT REVERSED GIVES US SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL!!! And Carey’s the ghost bride I see 👀 what about our sunshine man? Where is he?! Don’t tell me he got a heart attack and died out of nowhere because I know the Cromwell clan did something to him *narrows eyes in sus*

I’m actually hyped for this au! Even tho you have the Tangled/Musketeers au to work on, and probably the Peter Pan one? I’m still excited to see what’s gonna happen to our favorite Duncan x Jacob duo 👀👀👀

Also off topic but can my mcs join your au too? I’ll add them in my writings so you don’t have to figure out the trainwrecks that are my spawns’ personality xD

Ahhh, I'm so happy you like this oddball idea I had! It kind of came out of nowhere for me, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get super excited at the thought of giving my precious ghost boy Duncan the spotlight for a change. (Even if in this case, he's not the ghost!)

Okay, so first things first -- Orion would one of the 999 happy haunts. And no, his death was not natural, of course not. A good deal of the usual HPHM gang would be among those haunts, some inspired by other Haunted Mansion figures, and some not. To go more into the story without spoiling everything, let's just say that after the tragedy of the Manor that made it prime real estate for the supernatural, the last Cromwell left standing -- Blaise -- frail with age and half-mad with grief and desperation, employed a traveling medium to try to "call in the spirits" of his lost relatives, so that they'd return to the Manor and he'd never be lonely again. Unfortunately Blaise...well...didn't stay alive much longer. The next day, he was found hung from the attic's rafters...and the medium herself also mysteriously vanished without a trace. Some guess that she'd killed him for not paying her -- others say the ghost responsible for so many of the other family members' deaths materialized at the Manor the way Blaise had planned, only to kill both of them. Either way, it's said the medium's efforts summoned back many, many more ghosts than just the deceased members of the Cromwell Clan -- and soon whatever evil ghost there was in the house was outnumbered by over 900 much friendlier ones from all time periods and eras. These ghosts were happy to have a large, appropriately isolated and eerie place where they could congregate and have a good time, and they did -- but they still knew very well to avoid the attic. The vibes there are far more malevolent for any visitors, ghost or human. Only one ghost actively stays in the attic -- a beautiful, melancholy woman in a wedding dress and a glowing scarlet heart called the Beating Heart Bride -- and that's because she, unlike the other ghosts, is unable to leave the Manor house. So she stands vigil, guarding this space that none should enter.

The rest of the ghosts tend to contentedly wander the same hallways or courtyards over and over, but one -- the so-called Wanderer, who wears a fedora and long hair like something out of the 70's -- has even been spotted in the closest town, though plenty thoroughly dismiss the idea that he's a ghost, claiming that he could just be the Manor's newest caretaker. He looks way too physically there to possibly be a ghost, even if no one does never see him eat or drink anything and he frequently talks in riddles. Even those doubters, though, have trouble completely denying the existence of the Headless Man -- a ghost who, like the fictional Headless Horseman, wanders the outskirts of the town at night with a sword in hand, searching for something...most believe it's his lost head, but plenty are also convinced he's not picky about which head he takes as his own.

As for whether anyone can join in, uh yes?? Absolutely!! I most assuredly don't have 999 characters to be our happy haunts, so I would love it if anyone else wanted to jump in on this. :D

#ask me #haunted mansion #blaise cromwell #charles cromwell #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #orion amari

[that-scouse-wizard]

Day 4 of the prompts by @stupendousbookworm 

Prompt - Who is MC’s heartthrob? How did they meet? What do they have in common, and what do they disagree on?

A/N: I’m kind of operating within the confines of my version of HPHM so apologies in advance if there is anything that’s a bit confusing. Also, consider this a very late Valentines Day piece so... yeah, I hope you guys enjoy!

Crush: Merula

14th of February, 1989

David stepped into the warmth of the greenhouse from the chilly night air. The sun had already gone down and aside from an orange glow at the end of the building, it was dark. Professor Sprout had asked him to take some trimmings from a couple of plants, why she needed them now, he didn’t know.

It was the light that drew him in though, like a moth to a flame. 

Approaching its source, a set of candles on a small wooden table. At the table was none other than Merula Snyde. Her red-painted lips curled into a soft smile. 

“Mer? What’s all this?” David asked, taking note of the magically grown rose bushes that had been stretched out so they formed a heart-shaped archway.

Her smile dropped, “I knew it. I knew you’d forgotten about our date.” She said in disappointment.

David’s eyes went wide at that, the entire day had been occupied by putting on a party for one of Gilderoy Lockhart’s new books. While Lockhart was boasting to the other unfortunate souls who had been roped into the fiasco, David and Merula had decided to go on a secret date.

A practice they were both well-versed in, they’d been doing so the entire school year. Sneaking into Hagrid’s garden, night-time dates in the courtyard after curfew and even visiting parts of the creature reserve together. Merula had first confessed her feelings when David went to visit her during the summer break. While David felt the same way, they had agreed to keep it a secret, to give Merula time to sort things out.

After all, she had attacked her own mother to defend him after she was broken out of Azkaban by R.

As far as they were aware, no one had their suspicions about the two.

When the party had fallen apart, courtesy of a miscast Obliviate by Lockhart, most people had forgotten bits and pieces on why they were even there. David though, had remembered at least one thing, his date with Merula.

“What? No, Mer. I just thought that you’d forgot. I didn’t know for certain if you remembered, so I just stayed quiet.” He explained.

Merula looked to be a mix of both sheepish and relieved, “Sorry, can’t say I blame you, that was my train of thought too. That being said, it would take a hell of a lot more than some miscast memory charm by that pompous peacock to make me forget you, David.”

“Merula Snyde, you are a charmer.” David responded with a cheeky grin, she rolled her eyes playfully at.

“Call me the Most Powerful Charmer in Hogwarts,” She said jokingly, getting a chuckle out of David. Though, she soon became more serious, “Do you remember that night close to the end of fourth year?”

Seeing the clear change in Merula’s demeanour, David asked his own question, “The one where your mum tried to kill me?” He got a nod with Merula just slightly averting her gaze, “It’s hard to forget, why do you ask Mer?”

She looked back at him, steadying her resolve with a sigh, “I wanted to tell you David, I’m glad I picked you that night. I made the right choice.” David smiled at that, before he could respond further, Merula continued, “I also wanted to tell you that I’m done.” 

David’s brow furrowed, ready to ask what she meant.

“What I mean,” She began to clarify, seeing how it had confused him, “Is that I’m sick of keeping my feelings a secret.”

“Wait,” David said in realisation, “Are you saying...”

“That I want people to know we’re in a relationship. After today, I’ve had enough of skirting around.” Merula finished, reaching out and cupping David’s cheek with her hand, gently caressing it with her thumb. She waited for a reaction, though she didn’t have long to wait.

David began leaning in, letting Merula’s hand guide him. There was only the briefest pause as David mimicked her hand movement. In that brief moment, brown eyes met violet ones, expressing mutual devotion.  Adjusting their heads slightly, their lips meeting, matching perfectly as they moved in tandem. Their hands reaching over the table to intertwine.

Though David’s heart hammered away in his chest, there was no place he would have been than right there with Merula. A great sense of relief washing over him as their lips parted.

#aprilprompts2021 #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #david willows #merula snyde #mc x merula #willowsnyde

[danceworshipper]

MC Playlist

I was tagged in this a few days ago by @son-of-aurlius-piscius, saw it, got excited, and then promptly forgot about it until now. I have far too many mcs but I did all of them anyway and also chose 10 songs for each of them because something is wrong with me :D

Gracie Chiva

- "Demons" by Imagine Dragons

- "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy

- "you should see me in a crown" by Billie Eilish

- "Lion" by Saint Mesa

- "Silhouette" by Aquilo

- "(Fuck a) Silver Lining" by Panic! at the Disco

- "Teeth" by 5 Seconds of Summer

- "We Own the Night" by Matthew Morrison

- "Circus" by Britney Spears

- "Midnight City" by M83

Tessa Chiva

- "Mad World" covered by Jasmine Thompson

- "World Burn" by Taylor Louderman (Mean Girls Broadway)

- "(Drop Dead) Beautiful" by Britney Spears ft. Sabi

- "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" by Fall Out Boy

- "Friends" by Chase Atlantic

- "Love Etc." by Pet Shop Boys

- "Control" by Halsey

- "Darkness Keeps Chasing Me" by Grace VanderWaal

- "#thatPOWER" by will.i.am ft. Justin Bieber [whom I despise]

- "Used To This" by Camila Cabello

Sarah Etsysa

- "Hostage" by Billie Eilish

- "Shameless" by Camila Cabello

- "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles

- "Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea" by Fall Out Boy

- "Stick Stickly" by Attack Attack!

- "Bump" by Lu Brown ft. Trish

- "Holy" by Zolita

- "Delirious (Boneless)" by Steve Aoki, Chris Lake, and Tujamo

- "Drop Dead Cynical" by Amaranthe

- "Lights Down Low" by Max

Oliver Adams

- "Bang It Out" by Breath Carolina

- "Automatic" by ZHU x AlunaGeorge

- "Disturbia" by Rihanna

- "I Found" by Amber Run

- "Evacuate the Dancefloor" by Cascada

- "Your Love" by David Guetta & Showtek

- "Moves Like Jagger" by Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera

- "Dance Dance" by Fall Out Boy

- "In the End" by Black Veil Brides

- "Me Too" by Meghan Trainor

Liam Disteel

- "I Lived" by OneRepublic

- "Fireflies" by Owl City

- "Don't Wanna Go Home" by Jason Derulo

- "I Found My Soul At Marvingate" by Mono Mind (Sofa Tunes Remix)

- "Death Valley" by Fall Out Boy

- "ocean eyes" by Billie Eilish

- "Uncover" by Zara Larsson

- "The Good, the Bad and the Dirty" by Panic! at the Disco

- "White Winter Hymnal" covered by Pentatonix

- "Something To Dance For" by Zendaya

Sabrina "Quinn" Mercurenius

- "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day

- "The Kids Aren't Alright" by Fall Out Boy

- "Give Your Heart a Break" by Demi Lovato

- "Crying in the Club" by Camila Cabello

- "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons

- "Rock Prelude" by David Garrett

- "In My Mind" by Dynoro & Gigi D'Agostino

- "Act My Age" by One Direction

- "Stressed Out" by twenty one pilots

- "Replay" by Zendaya

Oleander Loris

- "Tomboy" by Destiny Rogers

- "Lose Control" by Meduza, Becky Hill, and Goodboys

- "27" by Fall Out Boy

- "Secrets" by Tiesto & KSHMR

- "I'm Gonna Show You Crazy" by Bebe Rexha

- "Illusion" by Ross Lynch

- "Sledgehammer" by Fifth Harmony

- "LA Devotee" by Panic! at the Disco

- "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna

- "She Wolf (Falling to Pieces)" by David Guetta ft. Sia

Kestra Fernera

- "She Knows" by Ne-Yo ft. Juicy J

- "Blow" by Ke$ha

- "Saturday Night" by Panic! at the Disco

- "Greenlight" by Pitbull (TJR Radio Mix)

- "Where Have You Been" by Rihanna

- "Beyond My Reach" by Andy Black

- "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" by Alex Swings Oscar Sings!

- "Turn Around (5,4,3,2,1)" by Flo Rida

- "Party Favors" by Tinashe

- "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy

Dorian Lenards

- "My Oh My" by Camila Cabello ft. DaBaby

- "Novocaine" by Fall Out Boy

- "Sweet Dreams" by Eurythmics

- "Runnin'" by Adam Lambert

- "Heathens" by twenty one pilots

- "Face Down" by The Red Jumpsuit Aparatus

- "I'm a Wanted Man" by Royal Deluxe

- "In the Night" by The Weeknd

- "React" by The Pussycat Dolls

- "Satan's Li'l Lamb" by Sam Harris

Sebastien Parr

- "King" by Years & Years

- "Ending" by Isak Danielson

- "Toxic" covered by Kurt Hugo Scheider and Casey Breves

- "Head Over Heels" covered by Digital Daggers

- "Till I Find You" by Austin Mahone

- "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark (Light Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy

- "There For You" by Martin Garrix & Troye Sivan

- "Chains" by Nick Jonas

- "Over the Rainbow" by Todrick Hall

- "I Have Questions" by Camila Cabello

Ida Sommer

- "Experience" by Ludovico Einaudi

- "Memory" redone by PianoPrinceOfAnime

- "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet" by Fall Out Boy

- "Adagio For Strings" by Samuel Barber

- "On the Loose" by Niall Horan

- "Piano Man" by Mamamoo

- "Magic To Do" New Broadway Cast Recording (Pippin)

- "Pound the Alarm" by Nicki Minaj

- "Liar" by Camila Cabello

- "Paralyzed" by NF

Did I really give them all Fall Out Boy? Yes, yes I did. Some of the songs in the lists have significance, others I just think they'd enjoy

Tagging @nostalgiaslithersin @hphm-rhia @hphm-brooke @hphmbetty if y'all'd like to!

#this was so difficult you don't understand #because i have the really fleshed out characters that made it hard to narrow down to only ten songs #and then the fresh characters that i didn't know what the hell to give them #and now i have to tag them all FUCK #gracie chiva #tessa chiva #sarah etsysa #oliver adams #liam disteel #sabrina quinn mercurenius #oleander loris #kestra fernera #dorian lenards #sebastien parr #ida sommer

[catherinestark-hphm]

Oc Interview~ Catherine Stark

name ➔ Catherine Marie Aurélia Stark

are you single ➔ Technically yes? (Talbott and her are dumb so they only start dating at the end of year 5, and she’s still in the middle of it akakd)

are you happy ➔ I’m.... getting through it. :) 

are you angry ➔ angry? maybe... but maybe because the adults in my life keep questioning my choices instead of actually GIVING ME ADVICE?

are your parents still married ➔ Yes! They are happily married :3 

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NINE FACTS:

birthplace ➔ 

hair color ➔ Silverly white.

eye color ➔ Golden.

birthday ➔ June 4, 1972.

mood ➔ So Dumbledore and Snape were the ones to tell me I’m a Legilimens but my parents never suspected? I’m too tired and sad for this shit. 

gender ➔ Female.

summer or winter ➔ Summer!! I like bright weather and being outside! I want a clear sky to fly on my broom!

morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon, although I do enjoy a beautiful sunrise once in a while. 

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ I am...

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Not really?? But I was attracted right away. Who knows? 

who ended your last relationship ➔ Never been in a relationship before though. 

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I hope not?? 

are you afraid of commitments ➔ Psh, nah!! I just don’t have time for a relationship right now, and I’m lucky the person I love understands it! 

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ I have!! I hug people almost every day. Never tried to hug Snape though, maybe I should make Tulip dare me so I at least get something after getting detention >u>

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I have no idea?

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ No way. 

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Love.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ I don’t like either unu

cats or dogs ➔ Dogs!! 

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends sounds nice, but Rowan and truly my closest! 

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ I’d say wild night but I wanna consider my partner’s feelings as well... 

day or night ➔ Day!! 

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Mrs Norris thought she could catch me but I’m good at hiding >:)

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ oof yes!! And Merula saw it and didn’t shut up about it for a month...

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes.... just... yes. 

wanted to disappear ➔ ...yes. But I’m glad I’m still here. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes speak to me more. 

shorter or taller ➔ Taller, please. Sorry short people, I feel ya. 

intelligence or attraction ➔ Luckily for me, Talbott has both uwu

hook-up or relationship ➔ Since I’m already in love, I want a relationship. 

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ My parents and I get along, although sometimes they scold me for what I do at school. They want me to be a normal student because they’re scared I’d go missing like Jacob. Jacob and I were...close. We used to talk a lot and he’d give me the best advice. I love him and I want to find him. Fabian and I sometimes argue but we love each other--he’s just a little gremlin sometimes, but if you mess with us we’ll both attack you lmao

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ oh yes. Unfortunately, I do have a complicated life. And I need to make things better. 

have you ever run away from home ➔ Nope. 

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Yes, Fabian has kicked me out of his room a lot of times. 

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No?? Why would I be friends with them then? I don’t like to pretend to like someone.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ y e s. And sometimes I wonder why they still want to be with me. 

who is your best friend ➔ Lau King, Rowan Khanna, Lith Thorne. (in my universe)

who knows everything about you ➔ While I tell Rowan almost everything, Bill has always been there for me and he knows a lot after countless nights of my venting on him. He’s like a brother I want to get back... 

Thanks for the tag @slytherinliththorne

tagging: @ryollie @kyril-hphm @angellazull @hanihonii @kathrynalicemc @sirfluffig @callmederok @caustic-curses @theguythatdraws anyone else too! it’s 4am i’m sorry I can’t think of someone else ;;

#tagged in #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #harry potter: hogwarts mystery

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(NOTE: THIS IS MY FIFTH TIME TRYING TO POST THIS, PLEASE DEAR GOD LET THIS WORK THIS TIME! At least I had all this stuff copied into a note app to post easier just in case this happened)

Real quick, @taurrigan - THANK YOU for being so patient! Hopefully this one works!

So for reference, my HPHM oc is named Lucy Stone (that’s her in my icon, but I use my actual name in the game bc it’s just easier for me). I’m also going to use my main D&D character, a lesbian half-elf Rogue 8/Bard 1 named Naeris.

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

LUCY — After everything that happens trying to find her brother (Nathan, not Jacob bc I’m so original and decided this literally just now), Lucy feels extremely let down and betrayed by her only brother. She didn’t ever actually think she’d find him in the vaults, really only searching to gain some sort of closure for herself and their muggle parents. Finding him, however, and seeing how consumed he was by this pursuit really just broke her heart. It was like she truly did lose her brother after all. 

NAERIS — Naeris grew up with her human mother, with very little money to support them both, so she’s always felt abandoned by her elven father and his family. After her mother passed away and she was forced to move to the Feywild with him, she was still very resentful of his lack of presence in her childhood. On top of that, when she finally left to return to the material plane, only to find the busted remains of the village she once called home after apparently 60+ years had passed, she had never felt more alone than in that moment. Even now, she still can’t find where her mother was once buried, even the headstone turned to dust.

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

LUCY — (a drabble, for you. Also, please check out the ficlet @hogwartsmysterystory wrote for me a while back — it really helped me get inspired to write this!)

As “riveting” as the history of magic should have been, Lucy found that Binns’ monotone droning took much of the “magic”, as it were, out of what should have been her favorite subject in this school. Really, a whole history of magical learning and events, and all they did was read out of a textbook while their transparent professor bored them near to death as he clearly once did to himself many years before.

So it wasn’t any wonder, really, that she often spent this hour gazing dreamily out the window, thoughts drifting from one daydream to the next. Today was one of those days, brown eyes staring vacantly through large-framed glasses and out to the thick raindrops splattering the window outside. And it wouldn’t have surprised her friends to know what she often saw in these sleepless dreams of hers.

Gone were the days of endless worrying of Nathan and his disappearance from her life. He still came up, of course, but now more seemed more the image of a long-dead relative or yet-unsolved mystery than as pressing a concern as he was in her first year at Hogwarts. No, these days, a different face occupied her deepest thoughts and desires, once with the kindest eyes and a smile, one reserved just for her.

She wondered if he was taking her advice to heart, now; his concerns and her suggestions at his learning difficulties may not have saved him from their last test, but they, combined with constant care and practice, may just be his saving grace come finals. And if they managed to inform their professors, and get all their friends to help out, maybe Barnaby could show everyone who had ever doubted him just what he was capable of.

Lucy had always known he was smarter than people gave him credit for. Since she first met him, confused and vaguely threatening in the potions classroom years ago, she knew there was more to the Slytherin than met the eye. And as she watched the skies clear and the sun begin to peak out, she knew that she would do whatever it took to help everyone else know it, too.

NAERIS — (a question, provided by my sister for you) — What’s the dumbest thing your OC has ever done?

The dumbest thing Naeris ever did was, in our old campaign after multi-classing as a bard, she began using prestidigitation to prank her party members, specifically the halfling ranger (Phae) and half-orc barbarian (Oz).

Specifically, this one incident had Naeris hiding under Oz’s bed in an inn, and making loud sounds outside the door with the cantrip. This caused Oz to storm out into the Hall to figure out wtf happened, and with one failed stealth save, he found her and broke open a window to toss her out into the snow, 2 stories down. She was fine, but I couldn’t breath, and my best friend’s character (tiefling warlock Nerium, Naeris’ girlfriend) almost dumped her ass for her stupidity.

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

LUCY — The happiest Lucy has been in a while was at the Celestial Ball. No responsibilities, no cursed vaults, and no losing house points. Just her friends and getting to go on her first (unofficial) date with Barnaby — they both were so bad pining after each other after it that even Charlie was almost willing to swear off dragons if it got them to just shut up and kiss already… Almost…

Beyond that, she loves to read in the quiet of the Hufflepuff common room (her favorite spot at Hogwarts — if she could bake, it would be the kitchens, which is currently favorite spot number 2). She still remembers some of the music and dance lessons she took as a child, but almost never uses them outside of the ball and frog choir. She’d like to play quidditch, but feels she already has too much on her plate, and is content to cheer on her friends when they play (especially Barnaby, who makes one hell of a beater lol).

NAERIS — Naeris feels most at home in the comfort of her own room, in the place her party has built in Phandalin. She hasn’t had a place to really call her own since her mother died, and even then she shared one room with her mom, so having a room just for her plus extra space for poison-making, archery practice, and learning new spells and instruments is a real luxury to her.

As for favorite people, she’s still getting used to Phae and Oz. She likes them, and trusts them, but their combined antics are a force to be reckoned with, and she often has to play tough parent-fun parent with Nerium to get them to keep from drinking too much or running headfirst into the fray. But sometimes she gets to be a bit of a good herself, just like she always tried to cheer her mother up when she was I’ll, and seeing her newfound family smile (even at her own expense) was always worth it.

Plus, Nerium is a gorgeous tiefling babe with scary Raven Queen magic who not only willingly puts up with her less-than-ideal quirks, but chooses to love her in return. That’s always hella dope.

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Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! If anyone has any more questions, or would just like to know more about my OCs/D&D characters, feel free to send me an ask in my box! I’m happy to answer your questions! 😊

(If y'all want a list of all my OCs and what fandoms, let me know, and I’ll post one for y'all)

(EDIT: fixed an inconsistency with Lucy's skills, as surprise! She actually can't bake worth a shit, and is only marginally better at actual cooking, so she just sneaks into the kitchens for snacks).

#hphm #taurrigan #hphm barnaby #hphm oc #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #lucy stone - oc #d&d #d&d shenanigans #d&d character #naeris - oc #my ocs #oc ask meme

[strangerdeer]

So Long To All My Friends

guess who got emo while listening to My Chemical Romance? And guess who listened to The Light Behind Your Eyes? And guess who thought about making a HPHM fanfic of that song? and guess who almost cried for writing this and got chills all the time because it became too sad for them? ME

Warning: death is the topic... 

Note: English is my second language, dunno how many words I used. Point of view from MC.

I breathed fast, all the Death Eaters was gone. After the horrible voice of Voldemort inside my head, demanded that Harry Potter would meet him at a certain time in the Forbidden Forest. It was finally a break. 

“Help me!” screamed a lady and held a dead man in her arms.

“Over here!” screamed another man and tried to carry a dead body of a seventh year student.

Everyone helped together to carry the dead bodies. I don’t know really what I did, made sure everyone came in safely I suppose. And I stayed with some other witches and wizards to make sure no one would surprise us with another attack. 

Hogwarts was destroyed, the castle was falling slowly but still standing up. I can’t believe my school, Hogwarts, would ever be attacked.

“Quick, everyone inside,” ordered a wizard. “we need all the rest we can get.”

I followed slowly the other people inside of the castle and they closed the doors behind us. Everyone was in the Great Hall and you could hear screams and sobs only. On the floor was the dead people laying. It was then I caught with my eye on the bodies. I saw someone with pink, short hair.

I pushed away the people infront of me. Didn’t mumble a excuse me, I just needed to get forward. And as I got closer, I saw who it was. Tonks. At first I just stared at her. She laid there, peacefully, like she was sleeping. Next to her man, Remus Lupin. 

I felt numb, it felt like this was a dream. Everything became dizzy. Did I see this right? Or was I actually dreaming? Tonks was a mom, she wasn’t suppose to be dead! She had told how much she wanted a baby boy. And the boy had blue hair, he had earned the gift after his mother.

And when I looked on her other side I held for my mouth. Penny. I sank down on my knees. 

“No,” I mumbled in to my hand and it burned in my eyes. Penny was talking with me not long ago. She had said that I wouldn’t get worried, she got this.

The tears fell down my cheeks as my heart dropped down. I saw a boy next to Penny, with brown hair that was all messy. I stood up and I took a step back. 

And now I couldn’t hold back my scream.

I screamed and I felt someone come behind me, grabbed their arms around me. I wasn’t alone with screaming and crying out loud. The whole Great Hall was crying out and screaming. The person who hugged me was trying to hush me down, I couldn’t. I couldn’t be quiet and keep in the sadness.

I looked at the bodies again. It couldn’t be true. My friends. 

Next to Penny was Barnaby, Rowan, Ben, Andre, and Tulip. They all had their eyes closed and they all held their wands, close to their chests. I sobbed loudly, screaming no several times, and I felt hugs around me. I didn’t bother to look at them. All I could see was my friends, gone. 

We all knew what we had got in to. The first day they decided to help me with the Vaults. And we all knew what we got in to when we decided to get in to this sick war. Defeating Voldemort.

“It will be easy, didn’t you defeat Voldemort like seven times?” Barnaby had said that before the war started.

We all had laughed at the joke. But now, I stood here all alone. I looked at Barnaby, he was traveling along the world for the magical creatures. It was his dream job. I looked at my other friends, they were all happy and we all promised we would make it.

“I’m on seven at kicking Death Eaters butt!” I heard Tulip screamed that with proud to Tonks.

“Seven? I’m on my tenth!” Tonks had screamed back and was screaming of happiness when she hit another one.

“Holy cow!” I had heard Ben saying exited. “I did it!”

“Took you years to have that courage to defeat someone,” said Andre cheerful to Ben while he had cast a spell at a giant. 

“Good job Ben,” said Penny and smiled bright at Ben with her blue eyes.

“Hey,” had Rowan said to me and laid a hand on my shoulder before we would split. “I see you later, right?”

“You bet!”

All the memories came to me. First time I met Penny in the corridor after dueling Merula. Ben, who had the courage and come up to me and said what a great job I did for standing up for everyone. Rowan, at the Diagon Ally, and how we had celebrated for being in the same house. Tulip, for asking for the key to my brother Jacobs room. Tonks, first time we had Herbology class together. Barnaby, in Potion classroom and he had threaten me to break all my bones. Andre who said he would help me with fashion. 

I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe they were gone.

“Please calm down,” I finally started to hear the voices around me. 

“You will be okay,” said another one.

I looked up. Bill and Charlie Weasley was holding me back from screaming and tried to calm me down. I only sobbed in to the arms that was hugging me from behind that belonged to Bill.

“They knew what they got in to,” said Charlie in a whisper in front of me. “they knew they perhaps would meet death here.”

“I-it wasn’t suppose t-to end l-like this,” I stuttered between my sobs. “they aren’t suppose to be d-dead.”

“No one came here to think they would survive,” said Charlie again, which was the truth. We all knew that we would either die or survive. “we lost our brother.”

I looked up at Charlie, tears made it dizzy before my eyes but I could see that Charlie had also been crying. And I looked back at Bill who held me. He had also cried I could tell. Their puffy eyes and was red around their faces. Charlie looked over at his right side and I followed too. 

“We lost Fred,” whispered Charlie, almost unable to say those words.

I saw George, I met him when he was in first grade and Fred as well. Now George was crying over his twin brother. Their mom was holding him tight and cried along. 

“He knew what he got in to,” whispered Bill.

I looked over at my friends, the dirt was across their clothes, a burn mark was on Bens face. Penny had large scratch marks over her chest. 

Bill did let go of me and I walked next to my friends to sit beside them My tears fell on Tonks. 

“Well guess who have to take care of our new born son while we get on vacation,” Tonks said after she had give birth as a joke to me.

And someone broke the horrible sobbing and silence in the Great Hall. With a song, that we all wizards know, a song we usually sing when someone goes to sleep. A lullaby. A light voice of a boy sang it. It became silent when he started to sing, it echoed along the walls. He had the voice of an angel itself and it gave me chills down mine neck.

And soon, everyone sang along while watching other their loved ones who laid on the floor. Hugging each other, and some people held up their wands while singing along.

“And we will see each other tomorrow, tomorrow,” it echoed around the Hogwarts building. The ghosts sang along, the paintings, the whole castle sang along for its fallen ones who had protected Hogwarts.

I sang along with sobs. I wish they could hear me singing now, I have always been a terrible singer and my friends would usually laugh at me for not making a tone right. I wish they could have sing along, instead of having the song singed to them. 

“So long my friends,” I said in a whisper while everyone continued to sing. “I’m sorry it had to end like this.”

Charlie sank next to me and he held my hand as a support and our hands gripped tight together. We sat there and listened while everyone sang, and we sobbing for our fellow classmates, our friends, our best friends.

At the end of the song, it became all silent again. The sun was looking over the horizon and shined through the windows that was left. The dust flew around everyone and we heard someone running towards the Great Hall, a woman stood there. 

It was there the news broke, Harry Potter is dead.

#oh god I feel like crying bc you know this became way too real for me #I couldn't even express everything in this text #so it became crap #hphm #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #my chemical romance #mcr #oh god I did almost cry??? #over my own fanfic??? #weird #writing stuff you know

[carewyncromwell]

At last, my friends, we’ve come to the end! This is the final part of my POTC AU. *cue the confetti and noisemakers*

I’ll be creating a masterpost for this AU in the next few days, so that it’s easier to start at the beginning, but before we jump right in, I want to thank those people who contributed to the POTC AU during its development by creating content for their own characters -- @hphm-brooke, @danceworshipper, @rosievixen, @smarti-at-smogwarts, @theguythatdraws, @dat-silvers-girl, @that-ravenpuff-witch, @hogwarts9, @drinkyoursoupbitch and @samshogwarts -- as well as my dear friend @cursebreakerfarrier, whose character Jules I roped into this thing at the very start before having any concept of how big this thing could get and I feel so blessed to have been able to write for. I also just want to thank you all for the overwhelming flood of support you guys have sent my way for this project -- I truly have loved every minute of it, and I hope to finish some of my other unfinished projects as well as create other fresh new material for you guys in the near future! I love you all! xoxo

One last time -- previous part is here, and full tag is here!

x~x~x~x

Even with McNully’s brilliant ploy giving her an extra smattering of glory to cement her position, Carewyn had still initially feared the crew who had been on the HMS Lion would take her to task for her insubordination of Cutler Beckett. It turned out she really needn’t have worried.

“Lord Beckett may have been chosen by the King to take charge of the Empire’s anti-piracy campaign,” said Carewyn’s old lieutenant when she questioned him about it, “but he selected you as the Admiral of the fleet. Therefore it’s only right that we, as your subordinates, follow your orders -- whether they contradict Lord Beckett’s or not.”

“Even though I’m the sort of person to threaten the King’s chosen representative with my pistol?” asked Carewyn, her eyebrows raised.

“Even if you did far worse than that,” said the lieutenant, his eyes blazing with resolve. “Your orders saved a lot of our men’s lives out there, when Beckett’s no doubt would’ve led to their deaths. It’s only right that we protect you -- that the Navy protects you -- just like you protected us.”

His boyish face broke out into a broad smile. “We won’t betray you, Admiral. None of us will.”

With the Navy’s defeat at the hands of the Pirate Lords, Carewyn charted a course straight for London. The fleet had just started the month-long journey when about three days in, the Flying Dutchman emerged out of a gigantic wave and pulled up right alongside the HMS Royal. The Navy’s sailors immediately prepared for a fight, as they knew that the Dutchman was no longer under their control, but Carewyn held the order to attack, instead allowing the ship to approach.

The sailors on board the Dutchman were unrecognizable to Carewyn’s eyes -- gone were the barnacle-encrusted, shark-or-fish-headed crew members she’d seen before: all she saw were a band of very human, though admittedly very dirty and ragged-looking pirates. Sticking out amongst them was a handsome, clean-shaved man with a stylishly-embroidered coat, a brown ponytail, and discerning brown eyes, who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a shorter, stockier man with very long curly dark hair tied back in a ponytail that swished around behind him like an oddly sentient tail. It was these two men that came aboard, when Carewyn invoked the right to parley with the Dutchman’s Captain in her office.

Percy shut the door to Carewyn’s cabin’s door behind the two men, taking off his tricorn hat just as the pirates, Ben, and Carewyn already had now that he was indoors. It was only once Carewyn, Percy, Ben, Jacob, and Ashe were alone that the two Navy officers and ex-Navy veteran dropped their professional masks and the two pirates dropped their intimidating glares, and Jacob and Carewyn ran forward, throwing their arms around each other and squeezing tight.

“Jacob!” Carewyn breathed against his shoulder as she clung to her brother.

Jacob cradled his younger sister close, absently trailing his hand through her hair in repetitive strokes. “Oh Wyn -- my brave Wyn...”

Carewyn pulled away just enough to look at Jacob. Her eyes trailed over his face, down to the long scar on his chest exposed by his slightly open shirt, and over his curly ponytail, which was currently squiggling like a ribbon in mid-air behind him.

Jacob smiled a bit sheepishly.

“Seems all sailors on the Flying Dutchman become a bit more ‘sea-like’ upon tying themselves to the ship. Rakepick’s hair kind of went all ‘jellyfish’ when she was captain -- probably because of her talent for shocking betrayals,” he added with a rather nasty smile. “Ashe thinks that my hair’s been evoking an eel. Fortunately I reckon I won’t start sprouting gills or turning green unless I actively shed my humanity and ignore my role as ferryman like Jones did...”

The severe look on Carewyn’s face made the smile slowly slide off of Jacob’s face.

“Jacob...when Jones was captain of the Dutchman, he wasn’t allowed to visit dry land but once every ten years,” said Carewyn, her voice betraying the anxiety she felt despite her best effort.

Jacob’s eyes grew a little more solemn. “...I know.”

Seeing the pain in his sister’s eyes, he immediately swooped in and trailed a hand through the hair near the front of her face.

“Wyn, I already planned for this. The whole reason I left you on Isle de Muerta is that I wanted to get Jones’s heart and force him, any way I had to, to release you from the contract.” He swallowed. “...I knew I’d have to be prepared to follow through, if I was going to threaten Jones’s life -- that I’d have to be prepared to become captain of the Dutchman myself, if it came to it.”

Carewyn looked if possible even more upset. “...You mean you planned this? You were really going to kill Jones, to stop him from impressing me into service?”

“I was not going to condemn you, Wyn,” Jacob said in a very forceful, pained voice. “I couldn’t let you suffer because of my mistake -- ”

“Two wrongs do not make a right, Jacob,” Carewyn shot back very harshly. “Jones may have been heartless, but he was still a person!”

“If you disregard the tentacles and claw, anyway,” Ashe said rather coolly. When Carewyn whirled on him with a very reproachful look, he spoke again before she did, “Carewyn, your brother had his fair share of conflict about the whole thing. He hated the thought of killing Jones and joining the crew of the Dutchman. He hated the thought of not being free to go where he wanted, to lose so much time with you...with me.”

Ashe’s eyes were very stony, but they still flickered over to Jacob, narrowing slightly with something oddly resigned. Carewyn’s gaze softened significantly.

“...I hated it for him too,” the merman said lowly. “I still do. But I hate the thought of Jack having died there on that deck more. I hate the thought that Rakepick would’ve actually managed to kill him this time, and there would’ve been nothing I could’ve done to stop it. Your friend the Pirate King couldn’t save your brother’s life, but she did prevent him from dying...all because she, like me, couldn’t bear the thought of you two never seeing each other again.”

His lips actually turned up in something of a weak, wry smile upon Carewyn.

“I understand your frustration -- your brother can be amazingly thick -- ”

“Oi!” said Jacob, a bit offended, but Ashe ignored him.

“ -- but I’ve been very fortunate to know the same intense, selfless love from Jack that he feels for you. I’m not going to act like it’ll be easy -- I mean, even if I’d be able to stay on-board on the Dutchman with Jack while he’s here in the land of the living...whenever he goes to the next world as ferryman, I won’t be able to follow. But I can always meet up with him at sea, in my regular form -- I can always catch up, given the proper time...just like I did while Jack was serving under Howell Davis. Until then, I’ll just find someplace to wait.”

Carewyn considered Ashe for a long moment, her blue eyes rippling with a rather indiscernible expression. Then, looking a bit more determined, she strode right up to Ashe and took hold of his shoulders.

“You won’t have to find a place,” she said. “You’ll have one with me.”

Both Jacob and Ashe looked taken aback.

“You’re family, Duncan,” said Carewyn with a smile. “And everything I’ve ever done -- everything I’m doing now -- is for my family...my blood one and my found one.”

She glanced at Percy, who beamed, before turning her gaze back to Ashe.

“You’ll always have a home with me, when you don’t have one with my brother,” she said very firmly. “Always.”

Ashe looked faintly stunned. His eyes trailed over Carewyn’s face, analyzing every inch as if he’d never seen anyone quite like her. His gaze flitted back over to Jacob, whose face had broken into a very warm, tear-choked smile.

Seeing the intense emotion in his partner’s face, Ashe couldn’t help but bow his head and clear his throat as he struggled to keep his composure.

“Ahem...well...that’s...nice.”

He glanced at Carewyn out the side of his eye almost hesitantly. The Admiral’s smile softened that bit more, becoming more sympathetic, and finally Ashe’s face slowly broke out into a very small, soft smile too. He brought up a hand and rested it on the crown of her head, lightly messing up her bangs.

“Guess I’ll just stick with you in the interim, then,” he said airily, “considering the Brethren Court’s instructions.”

Percy blinked in surprise. “The Brethren Court?”

Jacob nodded. “We took a vote and our Pirate King decided that a ‘representative’ should deliver the Court’s demands to the Admiral and the British Crown. Originally the plan was to have Ashe and me rendez-vous with you, and for Ashe to stay with you until ‘the terms were met.’”

“Jack would’ve done it himself if he could, but of course, he sort of needs to stick to the sea, unless he wants to waste his ‘one day every ten years,’” added Ashe.

“What terms did the Court decide on?” asked Ben, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. “I assume they want pardons for themselves and their crews...but just pardoning a mob of pirates isn’t going to fix things on its own.”

Jacob nodded. “Aye. The Court requested a ‘path toward reintegration’ -- one that includes pardons, as well as a job that suits our sailing and, er... ‘financially-inclined’ talents and can be used to build a future for ourselves and any families we may want to support. Amari’s First Mate said there would only be a 58% chance that the King would accept those terms, but he hoped that you ‘being put under duress’ by a pirate while submitting those terms in writing might improve the odds slightly -- ”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” said Carewyn very primly.

This startled both Jacob and Ashe. Carewyn exchanged a wry smile with Ben.

“We’re already heading to London right now,” said Ben, his smirk noticeably broader than Carewyn’s. “The Admiral plans on requesting an audience with the King himself.”

“With Beckett gone, I’m in the best position I’ll ever be in, to make my move,” Carewyn said, her blue eyes flashing with determined fire. “I’m done with staying silent -- I intend to convince the King to give every pirate the chance to start their lives over.”

And so Carewyn sailed for London with Ashe, Ben, and Percy as her entourage. Meeting King George I would be a formidable proposition for anyone, but Carewyn fortunately was able to prepare a little ahead of time. The Weasley family had grown up near London, so Percy was able to give Carewyn some advice of how to approach the King --

“His Majesty was born and raised in the Holy Roman Empire, so English is not his first language. There are some rumors that he really doesn’t even speak English at all, but I think that’s highly exaggerated -- anti-German sentiment more than anything, you know. One thing that’s for sure, though, is that what he says goes. He’s even ostracized his own son and heir, so I’ve heard, since he was more popular with the British people. But he also can’t stand the Tories -- they never quite accepted his claim to the throne, over the Stuarts...honestly, there are a lot of people who’ve never really warmed up to the man...”

“And financially?” asked Carewyn.

Percy considered this. “...Well, the King’s very wealthy, certainly -- everyone knows that. But I suppose profit would always be advantageous, for the sake of the Empire...”

Carewyn smiled wryly and shook her head. “The Navy has been commanded by the East India Trading Company more than the King himself, as of late. Beckett once equated money with power, and I think there was a reason. If the King’s been leaning so heavily on the Company, that tells me that it had financial resources the Crown is in desperate need of, so the Crown’s own coffers currently depend on the Company’s success.”

Ben got an delighted, devious glint in his eye.

“Bet he’ll be absolutely thrilled to hear what happened to his fleet, then,” he said sarcastically.

Ashe and Carewyn exchanged a smirk too.

“I reckon you could play to that desperation,” said Ashe dryly. “A lack of or loss of wealth is a very common fear among men, I’ve found.”

Carewyn nodded in agreement. 

Within twenty days, the HMS Royal docked in London, a few days ahead of schedule thanks to the almost miraculously clear weather and friendly winds. Carewyn then traveled with Percy, Ashe, and Ben to Kensington Palace. It was only one of many castles owned by the King, but according to Percy, it was the one King George I had renovated the most, so Carewyn sussed out that it was likely his favorite of his residences and so, in her opinion, the best place to seek him out first. Her intuition turned out to be spot-on -- as it turned out, both King George I and his son the Prince were there, and although the King was occupied with his Ministers and couldn’t meet with them until that evening, Prince George Augustus was eager to meet the famous Admiral Weasley and requested an audience in one of the royal drawing rooms.

The Crown Prince of England was an amiable and warm, but not a very clever or intellectual man of about forty years. He expressed a lot of interest in Carewyn’s experience as a Navy hero, sounding rather like a child as he questioned her about facing off against the likes of Orion Amari and the crew of the dreaded ship Revenge. Carewyn did have to tailor her stories somewhat, but after a while, she was able to get Prince George comfortable enough that they ended up talking casually over a game of Cribbage, where Carewyn gleaned a few other helpful insights. For one, Carewyn learned that both the King and Prince knew several languages, the first being French, which was the preferred language at court as well as among royals abroad. She also found out that the royal family had never visited the colonies themselves, and that King George I’s leading advisor on matters of business -- the First Lord of the Treasury, Sir Robert Walpole -- had been personally putting more stock in the East India Trading Company than on investing any additional money into the colonies. From the sound of things, he believed as Cutler Beckett did in the power of money over noble ancestry, and yet the Prince conceded that his wife and father both thought well of him and that he was relatively amiable.

When Carewyn finally got her audience with King George I, she sure enough encountered Sir Robert Walpole. He was a broad middle-aged man with a powdered white wig curled into ringlets who stood beside the gray-wigged, tiny-eyed elderly King -- and the news of Cutler Beckett’s fate and the outcome of the confrontation at Shipwreck Cove visibly troubled him. As Carewyn had thought, the Crown had been counting on the East India Trading Company’s profits to flow back toward England to offset the national debt brought on by the War of Spanish Succession and Britain’s other conflicts...and so, when she made her proposal to the King, she felt rather confident.

“Votre Majesté...the scourge of piracy is indeed a threat, not just to the lives of our citizens, but to the Empire’s prosperity. But the East India Trading Company is a business -- they’re not trained in military matters, nor do they know how best to use the resources of the British Crown to combat this problem. They’re not equipped to deal with sensitive matters of state, which truthfully, I believe this to be. We don’t need to get England tied up in another military conflict...particularly when there’s a much more cost-effective alternative.”

King George I raised his graying eyebrows with some interest, but did not speak.

“And what alternative would you suggest, Admiral?” asked Walpole, looking rather curious himself.

“Investing in the colonies,” said Carewyn very firmly. “There’s still a lot of undeveloped land out there -- a lot of trading potential in beaver skins, lumber, and tobacco -- the possibility of wealth that’s been left untapped by the East India Trading Company, with their intense focus on Asia. These men who have become pirates, many of them, were privateers under us during our War against the Spanish. They know shipping and are in need of honest work. They’ve asked for it explicitly. I say that we offer pardons to those pirates who would be willing to work for a new trading company in New England -- one that can be for the colonies what the Company in India already is.”

Walpole frowned deeply in thought, considering the proposal. King George straightened up slightly in his throne so he could peer down at Carewyn with a beady eye.

“You believe, truly, that these criminals would want honest employment?” the old man asked.

His voice was very quiet and laced with a husky German accent. Apparently Percy was right to think the rumors that he couldn’t speak English weren’t true, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable with the language, all the same.

Carewyn smiled at the King. “Oui, mon roi. Beasts can survive on human flesh alone, but humans need a home and money in order to live well. Et les pirates...pardon, I hope that word is correct...sont juste les humains.”

King George’s tiny eyes softened noticeably.

“Your French is very poor, Admiral,” he said in rather smug amusement, “but your word choice is correct.”

He looked at Walpole. “What say you, Earl?”

Walpole considered his answer. “...It could be an interesting proposition -- were we able to locate someone who’d be willing to put his name, reputation, and estate on the line, to fund such a company...”

“I volunteer.”

Ben took a step forward and gave a low, but clipped bow to the King.

“Lord Earl, Your Majesty, this is Captain Gordon Cooper, of the HMS Royal,” Carewyn introduced him. “He was instrumental in helping me lead our men during the battle at Shipwreck Cove.”

“I already have a small sum of money saved up, your Majesty -- enough to purchase one or two ships of my own, to start with,” said Ben. “I truly believe that the profits I could make with those two ships just from offering safe passage to the colonies would be enough to fund the purchase of another. All I’d need would be some collateral to pay a crew for each ship in advance.”

"A standard ship would only need about ten well-bodied men to sail it and transport its cargo efficiently,” Carewyn said quickly, seeing the slight hesitation in the King’s expression. "I’m no expert in finance -- ” she inclined her head respectfully in Walpole’s direction, “ -- but in order to settle more land in the colonies, trees would have to be cut down...which means more lumber to transport back to England. If the people Captain Cooper’s ships are transporting are settlers who are incentivized to build homes there -- possibly with the promise of land ownership -- then their arrival alone would spark a boom of lumber sales. That could then pay back the investment several times over.”

Walpole’s lips spread into a smile, one wryer than the King’s. He was clearly a much more discerning man than either of the two Georges, but he seemed pleased by the proposition, nonetheless.

“...Indeed it could,” he granted. He glanced at the King. “I daresay old Townsend would be pleased to have some financial leverage for his talks with the Spanish and French...”

“Mm...”

King George I gave a short, pompous nod before turning back to face Carewyn and the others.

“Very well. I grant my favor.”

Walpole inclined his head to Ben. “Captain Cooper, the Crown grants you and your Company permission to sail. We shall provide you a loan of 10,000 pounds sterling for your first twenty sailors and any necessary ship repairs, to be paid back with interest within a year. If your sailors complete a successful -- namely, profitable -- round-trip expedition to London on board those ships, then they will receive a full pardon from the British Crown for their past crimes and be permitted to continue working as part of your Company.”

Carewyn’s companions’ eyes all lit up.

“Understood,” said Ben, his face consumed by a huge grin.

“Admiral Weasley will deliver the terms to the pirates -- quietly,” said the King with a stern eye. “I expect written reports and good results.”

Carewyn’s face burst into a brilliant smile too, which she tried to obscure when she brought an arm up to her chest and gave a low bow.

“Mais oui. Merci, votre Grace -- we’ll work hard pour England, et pour vous aussi.”

The King’s eyes sparkled with the trace of a wry smile. “Vous etes un garçon très divertissant, Amiral. J'espère que votre français se sera amélioré lors de notre prochaine rencontre.”

With the King’s blessing, Ben purchased the ships needed in London and, with Percy’s help, prepared them for their first expedition. Carewyn returned to the HMS Lion with Ashe, taking it out to sea just far enough that the Flying Dutchman could emerge from the water and pull up alongside the Navy ship. Carewyn relayed King George I’s decision to Jacob in her cabin, and the Captain of the Flying Dutchman was so overwhelmed with pride that he threw his arms around his little sister and squeezed her with all of his strength. Carewyn, however, found herself unable to celebrate.

“What’s wrong, Wyn?” said Jacob. He tilted his head to look at her, his eel-like ponytail twitching almost curiously behind him. “You did it -- you convinced the King. The Lords at Shipwreck Cove, all the people who live there, will be able to live normal lives again, and it’s all thanks to you.”

“I know,” said Carewyn lowly.

Despite herself, she just couldn’t meet her brother’s gaze. Her eyes lingered on his shoulder.

“...I just wish I could’ve given you that kind of normal life too,” she admitted.

Jacob’s blue eyes darkened. Bringing up both of his arms, he encircled Carewyn and held her tightly against his chest as he rested his head on top of hers. Carewyn bit her lip, trying to hold in her emotions as best she could.

“I wanted to bring you home,” she murmured. “The whole reason I wanted to fight for a world where pirates could be forgiven was because I wanted you to be able to come home...you and Bill and Charlie and Jules and Orion...”

Jacob squeezed Carewyn that bit tighter. Both Cromwells were crying now, even though they both stubbornly fought to keep themselves from breaking down into full sobs.

Ashe shared a grim look  with Jacob over Carewyn’s head. Then he came up beside both of them, resting a hand on the crown of Carewyn’s head and leaning his forehead against his lover’s, and hummed something low under his breath. The resonant bass tone seemed to slowly calm Carewyn’s heart and breathing and help the tears ebb.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and looked up at Ashe with muted gratitude, before she turned back to her brother.

“...Now that I’ve done my duty and made sure the Crown’s terms were delivered, I intend to send in my resignation to the Navy. I can’t support Ben’s new Company while I’m still Admiral without worrying about a conflict of interest, after all.”

She offered a weak wry smile, which then slowly morphed into a much more gentle one.

“Besides...I think I’m ready to finally stop fighting.”

Jacob’s teary eyes softened fondly. “Then live, my sweet Wyn. Live in peace and happiness...”

With a heavy breath, he picked up the Dead Man’s Chest he’d brought with him back off Carewyn’s desk and faced Ashe.

“I’ll need to head to the next world soon,” said Jacob. “Would you...?”

Ashe inclined his head in a solemn nod. “Give it to me, Jack.”

Very carefully, Jacob placed the Chest into Ashe’s open hands, trailing his own much dirtier, faintly trembling hands over his lover’s once he’d taken it. His eyes darted from Ashe to Carewyn, looking heartbroken and almost starved -- like he longed so much to never look away from them again.

“Be safe,” Jacob mumbled, “and...please, keep a weather eye on the horizon for me?”

“How dare you ask me that.”

Ashe trailed his lips along the side of Jacob’s face in lingering, messy kisses, only pausing briefly to look him in the eye, blazing brown on blue.

“I will always wait, Jack. I will always find you again.”

Carewyn’s eyes were just as soft as she reached up into the inside pocket of her jacket and slowly withdrew a familiar star-like, sapphire-and-diamond pendant for Jacob to see.

It was the one he himself had given her on Isle de Muerta.

Jacob’s eyes flooded with more tears as Carewyn wrapped both of her arms around her brother’s neck, hugging him tightly just as she had then.

“We’ll be there, Jacob,” she murmured. Two streaks of tears slid from her closed eyes. “I promise.”

Jacob delivered the British Crown’s terms to the Brethren Court at Shipwreck Cove within two days, after he’d returned from ferrying the proper souls to the next life. Within a month, a ship full of twenty sailors had arrived in London, ready to man the red-and-blue-painted ships Ben Copper had purchased. The two ships set sail for the colonies, the first up to New England and the second down to the Caribbean, which allowed Percy to return home to Port Royal and go about his duties as Commodore and Ben to finally be reunited with his love Wendy Gordon and propose marriage as a free and prosperous man.

Once the two ships returned to London another month later, the first wave of pardons was signed. From there, Ben’s enterprise -- the Gordon-Cooper Trading Company -- grew, taking on more ships that then proceeded to employ the once-most-wanted criminals in the world and give them a chance at a new life. And Carewyn -- retiring with full honors from the Navy and settling in New York City with Ashe under her real name for the first time since she was a child -- visited the dock every morning to see every ship that came in.

The first ship to New York brought Ellie Hopper. The once-Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean Sea ended up colliding with the soft-spoken third son of the well-respected horse breeder Johan Schaefer in upstate New York, and the two were married within a few years.

The second ship brought Merula Snyde and the stylish Frenchman Andre Egwu. The captain of the so-called “most powerful ship on the seven seas” continued as a merchant, breaking off from the Gordon-Cooper Trading Company to buy her own ship and engage in the tobacco and sugar trade between New England and the southern colonies. Andre opened up his own clothing shop in Philadelphia and soon became one of the most sought-after tailors in Pennsylvania.

The third ship brought Bill and Jules.

When Bill caught sight of Carewyn at the dock, he practically barreled his way down the ship’s gangplank and shoved a good ten people aside to reach his best friend. The two gingers and Jules then clung to each other for what felt like hours, tears of joy streaming down their faces as Bill trailed a hand through Carewyn’s now-loose-flowing hair and Jules fawned over Carewyn’s pretty new dress.

Bill and Jules also brought a letter from Charlie with them --

My twin, Carey,

I’m sorry I won’t be able to give you this news in person -- but I won’t be accepting my pardon for a while yet.

At Shipwreck Cove, I met a woman named Sarahi (I don’t believe you know her, but she knows you, and Orion spoke very well of her), who grew up in the area of the Pacific Ocean. According to what she’s said, it’s been left largely in chaos since the death of Bartholomew Sharp -- sea serpents, carnivorous sirens, giant squids, the whole lot...and as Pirate Lord of the Pacific, it’s my responsibility to manage things there. But hey, you know I’ve never been afraid of a little adventure! Particularly when I’ve got a good crew on my side. My First Mate Barnaby’s injuries have completely healed, so we, Sarahi, and Samantha O’Connell will be heading out within the next three days on the new and improved Revolution. Sam and Sarahi helped me paint some red dragon wings on the sides, just as a flourish!

I miss you so much, and I miss Bill already, just writing this -- but I know that we won’t ever be truly apart, even when I can only see you in my mind’s eye. I know you’ll probably be worried about me, Carey, but please don’t be. I’d trust my crew with my life -- I already have, honestly, and they sure haven’t let me down yet! I can’t wait for you to meet them. I reckon you’d probably “mother” the hell out of Barnaby, and Sarahi was really happy when I told her how good of a singer you are, so she’s very excited about the prospect of singing with you. And Sam...I reckon you and she will get on famously.

Remember, Carey...we’re family, now and forever! You’ll be in my mind and heart always, until I sail up into New York Harbor and see you again! If Bill hasn’t given you the biggest hug ever for my sake, then give him a good kick to the shin and remind him. Take good care of him, Jules, and Percy for me. Love you so much.

Your brother,

Charlie

Bill and Jules Weasley ended up settling down and starting a family of their own in New York City, just twelve blocks away from where Carewyn and Ashe lived. It was not uncommon over the years for both Carewyn and Ashe to pick up babysitting duties, though Ashe most frequently would just use his particular talent for singing to put any fussy children right to sleep and then drop them off in either Carewyn’s or Jules’s lap.

Over the next six months, more and more red-and-blue ships passed through New York Harbor, dropping off more pardoned ex-pirates so they could start new lives in the colonies. Then one day, toward the end of spring, Carewyn left the brick house she shared with Ashe as if to head for the dock as usual, only to stop mid-step at the sound of someone shouting her name.

“Carewyn!”

She turned around, her ginger hair flourishing behind her as if in slow motion.

A man had just leapt off the back of a carriage he’d been hanging off of without the driver’s knowledge and was now running toward her. Carewyn squinted, taking in his unfamiliar dark ponytail and sailor’s clothes -- then, within seconds, she recognized the handsomely smiling, bearded face and his shining, galaxy-like eyes.

“Orion?” she breathed.

Her heart seemed to seize up, as if it were being squeezed in someone’s hand and yet being given wings at the exact same time. Then she threw herself into a run, and it slammed against her rib cage, as she ran to him, flat-out ignoring how her knees kept getting caught in her hoops and her heeled shoes pinched her feet.

“Orion -- ORION!”

She just about tripped into his arms. Orion caught her and swooped down on her, burying his face in her hair.

“Carewyn...” he murmured against her neck.

“Orion,” said Carewyn.

Her voice was strained with the effort of trying to contain her joy. It felt like she was being stretched at the seams and probably could’ve exploded from all the intense emotions beating at the edges of her heart. She secured her arms around his neck and clung to him -- she brought her lips up to the side of his temple and kissed it, resting her forehead against his briefly before finally pulling away enough to look him in the face.

Orion was beaming from ear to ear as he brought up a hand to trail his thumb gently along her cheek.

“...Carewyn Cromwell...I don’t think you’ve ever looked more fair.”

Carewyn smiled. “Does that mean you like my new look?”

“Yes,” said Orion, his eyes grazing her black-and-white-striped dress and the diamond-and-sapphire pendant tied with a black ribbon around her neck briefly, “but that’s not why you look so fair. You’ve been my moon goddess, previously...but now you are Libertas, personified.”

Carewyn laughed, her face contorted with confusion. “What?”

“Libertas, Carewyn,” repeated Orion, his huge smile never faltering. “The goddess of freedom! Freedom is the most beautiful thing, Carewyn. I’ve longed for it all my life, but never could truly have it, whether because I lacked the means of survival or because I was a pirate who could only live on the run. And when we first met again, on the Artemis...the thing that hurt me the most, seeing you again...was knowing that you were trapped by your position -- enslaved to the duty that made you hide who you were and march lock-step with the likes of Cutler Beckett. But now you...in this moment, here...you are free. It shines in your eyes, on your face -- it radiates off of you like a star, Carewyn. Better still -- because of you, I am free. For the first time in my life...I’m completely free to chase my heart’s desire...”

Orion’s smile seemed to shrink slightly, not out of lack of happiness but out of something almost like nerves, as he reached into his lone remaining belt and slipped out a familiar black-lidded compass.

"McNully, Skye and I have been offered salaried positions with the Gordon-Cooper Trading Company,” he said a bit more seriously, “so I may have to return to sea in the future, but...”

When he opened the compass, its scarlet arrow was pointed right at Carewyn.

“...My heart’s desire has not changed. I would always return, if you...”

He trailed off, his tone oddly shy for how calm his face appeared. The once-Admiral’s red-painted lips spread into a bigger, fuller smile too as she rested her hands on top of his.

“I wouldn’t have married you in the middle of a storm if I didn’t want to build a life with you, Orion Amari,” she said gently. “Or is it Cromwell now? We may want to make a decision about that...”

She smoothed some dark hair out of his eyes.

“I already told you that I want you to have a home. If you need to fly like a bird...then I’ll be your nest.”

Carewyn placed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. His black eyes softening, Orion brought up a hand to hold the back of her head, holding it in place. He kissed her chastely in return once, twice, and then deepened the kiss on the third go. After he released her, he lingered, his lips brushing up against hers as he smiled down at her.

“...My dear Bedlam maid...I will always follow your song home.”

Carewyn’s blue eyes sparkled affectionately. “Then I’ll never stop singing.”

“See that you don’t,” said Orion, his black eyes glittering with some wry amusement. “I do believe I said I’d envisioned a life for you where you married a man that you could sing for.”

Carewyn laughed quietly, but after a moment, she brought her forehead beside her husband’s, her arms secure around his neck as she held him close and sang for him.

“So now these two are married, and happy may they be, Like turtle doves together, in love and unity.

All pretty maids, with patience wait, that have got loves at sea – I love my love because I know...my love…loves…me.”

#THE END! #*collapses* #holy friggin' s*** #wow #I'm overwhelmed #but happy! #very happy! #83 #interestingly george i died about a year after the end of the golden age of piracy #so really it's a good thing that carewyn was able to make nice with both him and his son who of course became george ii #george ii also retained walpole as an advisor so the piracy pardons would've been able to continue into george ii's reign :) #ashe naturally would spend half his time at carey's place and half on the sea with jacob when he was in the world of the living <3 #and yes charlie would pop into new york harbor now and again with his crew #I just see him living happily ever after on the high seas rather than on land #I'm sure there were other pirates who followed charlie's path too #hphm #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #potc au #orion amari #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #percy weasley #ben copper #gwendolyn gordon #samantha o'connell #sarahi silvers #barnaby lee #my art #my writing